CallMeYour_Rin Posted March 9 Share Posted March 9 Hi Everyone. Long time enjoyer of the forum, first time poster. I've enjoyed reading stories about ABDL for many years now, both on her and across the rest of the vast internet. I'm not new to writing, however this is my first ABDL story that I've written, or at least the first one that I felt good enough about to post. I posted this story first on the abdlstories subreddit, and decided "Hey, why not post it here too." I've completed only 2 chapters so far, but I'll continue working on this story. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and I welcome any sort of criticism. Thank you. Chapter 1: A Day of Relaxation Gone Awry June 2nd, 2023. 2:13pm “Wow, what a shitshow.” I say with a sigh as I unlock the door, stepping into the house. Another tedious day at work. I swear, people always think data entry is an easy position; well I’d like to see them try dealing with the shit I have to deal with. If it’s not my supervisor breathing down my neck, it’s one of my colleagues needing some help with a monotonous task. “Well, at least I got off early today.” I couldn’t be happier with the early release. Mostly because I was about 2 seconds from murdering that idiot Beth. Seriously, how hard is it to save a spreadsheet before you close it out! Well, whatever. Not my problem anymore; at least for the weekend. I hang my coat up on the rack, kick my heels off, and sluggishly make my way over to the couch. I sit down, feeling the weight of the day release from my shoulders. Grabbing the remote from the coffee table, I turn on the T.V and begin to scroll through Netflix, hoping to find something to distract me from my hellish day. From across the house, I can hear the shower running, and a smile forms on my face. No matter what bullshit I have to deal with, I know it will be alright. I know I can come home to my favorite person: Emma. I hear the sound of water cease, and a few moments later, I see what I can only describe as the definition of beauty exit the bathroom. Her long, dark brown hair hanging over her shoulder, still damp from the shower. Her skin covered by a towel around her waist, leaving me just able to see glimpses of her fair, glistening skin. I watch as she begins to head to the bedroom, before doing a double take towards me. I watch as her face brightens up. “Roxie! I didn’t know you’d be home so early! How was work?” She walks over to me and pecks me on the cheek, careful not to let her towel fall. “If I have to fix one of Beth’s screw ups one more time, I’m gonna demand a raise for the extra work.” I say, half sarcastically, but with a hint of seriousness within. “She somehow manages to make extra work for me to do on a daily basis.” I shouldn’t be too hard on Beth. I mean sure, she fucks up a lot, but it’s not exactly her fault. Beth joined the company a couple years back as a receptionist, and she really flourished. I remember when I went in for my interview, and she made me feel welcome, calming my nerves. I’d even go as far to say that she was my first friend over there .Unfortunately, the company has been short staffed these past few months, and moved her over to the data entry department. It’s not like she’s the worst member on the team either. Data entry just isn’t her specialty. Most of the time, I don’t even mind helping her out, but with the rest of today…well I guess it just got on my nerves. “I feel bad for her.” Emma remarks. “It can’t be easy being moved around the company like that.” “Yeah, I know. I’ll text her later and tell her not to worry.” I just hope I don’t forget. My brain feels overworked today. I look up at the clock and take note of the time: 2:30. “Hey babe, don’t you have that meeting in an hour?” A look of surprise shoots across Emma’s face, and I can see a bit of panic in her eyes. “Dammit, I thought I had more time! Oh shit, where did I put my outfit…wait yeah I laid it out on the bed! Sorry babe, we’ll talk more later!” “Do you want some help getting ready?” I ask, wanting to remove some of her worry. “No, I should be fine. You just relax for now. You’ve had a long enough day already.” With a second peck on the cheek, I watch as she hurries her way to the bedroom door, hips swaying as I watch her disappear behind the doorframe. I feel sorry for her at times. Being an account manager for her company's high level executives comes with many perks: free travel, time off and a lucrative salary being some awesome bonuses. However, it also means having to make herself available for dinner meetings, out of state conferences, and other hindrances. I decide to resume my task, and after a couple more minutes of scrolling, I settle on a classic; She-Ra. God, I can’t count how many times I’ve rewatched this series, but here I am, going down the rabbit hole once again. I watch as the red N flashes across the screen, and the title intro plays. After a few minutes, I begin to feel a bit parched, and decide a cool beverage is in order. I get up and make my way to the kitchen. As I walk, I hear Emma getting louder in the bedroom. If I had to guess, she misplaced something. “Where the hell did I put those earrings?!? Come on, I just had…oh, they’re on the desk.” I chuckle to myself. This is pretty normal for Emma, rushing to get ready. I know to give her some space when she gets heated like that, so I continue to the kitchen. Reaching into the fridge, I grab 2 cans of Diet Coke. “It’s not like I wanna get back up later.” I reason to myself. Satisfied with my choice of soft drink, I make my way back to the living room. “Damn, I missed Adora finding the sword!” Having seen the show more times than I care to admit, I elect to not rewind, and just continue watching. I watch through to the credits of the first episode before I hear the bedroom door open. Emma walks out, her outfit finally complete. “How do I look? Ready for business?” She asks, fishing for a compliment. “You look gorgeous as always.” I say, sincere in my words. To me, she is, and will always be the most beautiful woman in the world. Today though, her look is that of an absolute professional. Her white, button down shirt buttoned up, with her black blazer overtop, just screams “I know what I’m talking about” while her ironed dress pants complete the ensemble. She looks at me and her lips, crimson lipstick freshly applied, turn into a smile, and a slight blush appears on her face, clearly enjoying what she heard. “Hearing that makes the effort worth it.” I watch as she walks over to the door, grabbing her purse off the coffee table along the way. As she pulls out her keyring from the bag, she turns to me. “I’m not sure how long this meeting will run, but I’m willing to guess it will be a few hours. You know Andrew; he never shuts up.” She didn’t have to remind me. Andrew is her partner at the company, and he truly doesn’t know how to stop talking. When I first met him at the company Christmas party, he went on and on for over an hour about his trip to the Florida Keys. I was only able to escape due to Emma’s timely rescue. He’s a nice guy, don’t get me wrong, but man can he chat your ear off. “Yeah, don’t let him go off the rails again, or you may not come back till tomorrow.” Emma chuckles at my remark, before opening the door. “Okay, well I’ll see you afterwards, no matter the time.” She jokes back. “Love you Roxie, and don’t forget to message Beth!” “Oh shit, thanks!” I can’t believe I already forgot. “I love you too Amore.” I didn’t learn many words from my heritage, but I learned that one. I should really learn more Italian though. With one last smile, I watch as Emma walks through the door, locking it behind her. A couple moments later, I hear the sound of her BMW starting up, before quieting down as she pulls out of the driveway. I sigh, missing her already. With nothing else to do, I return my attention to the T.V, noticing half of the episode having played whilst my attention was pulled. “Aw man, I’m missing all the good parts.” I say before pausing the episode. I sit back, contemplating what else I can do to pass the time. Just then, a realization strikes me; I have the place to myself for a few hours, and no plans for the rest of the day. I smirk as I figure out my new plan. I have a chance to engage in my own little secret. I get up from the couch and, with a brisk pace, I make my way over to the spare bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I lock it out of habit. I know I have the place to myself, but I still can’t get over my fear of being discovered in my secret activity. I walk over to the guest bed, and bend down, getting on my knees. I reach my hand underneath the frame, feeling around until I find what I'm looking for. With a bit of effort, I pull a wooden chest out from underneath the bed. A simple design, one almost wouldn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, at least until they look at the heavy duty lock on the front. I walk over to the walk-in closet, and head to the back, finding the second part of my lengthy process of hiding my secret. I open up a shoe box filled with a pair of old sneakers. I reach my way into the right shoe, and pull out a small key. I then return the shoe box to its place, and return to the chest. Placing the key into the slot, I twist it with shaking hands, my excitement building with each passing moment. With a click, the lock unlatches, and I place it off to the side, making sure to leave the key inside so I don’t forget where I put it. I slowly open the lid, and reveal my secret treasures. Inside the hidden chest, there are many different items that share the same theme. In secret, I am an ABDL. I’ve had a love and fascination for the kink for as long as I can remember. Once I moved in with Emma, I locked my stuff away in secret, afraid that she would think I’m some kind of degenerate…and I wouldn’t be able to stand that. Pushing that dark thought aside, I look over my collection of goodies, and after a moment, I pull out my first item. I’ve always been a bit of a goth, so when I found out about Rearz Rebel design, it was a perfect match for my aesthetic. I pull out the thick padding, and trace my fingers over the small skulls placed throughout. I quickly pull myself out of my mini trance, and grab the rest of my changing supplies before throwing them on the mattress. I lay myself down next to the supplies, before unbuttoning my black jeans, slipping them off of my legs and letting them fall to the floor. I take a look at my panties, looking over the similar design, black with little white skulls throughout. “No more panties today!” I say, making myself chuckle at my own bravado, before sliding those off as well. I then unfold my diaper, and place it underneath my rear, making sure to get the positioning just right. Once situated, I take a quick look at my body. While the hormones had done a bit of shrinkage, I still had a rather decent, if not average, sized penis. I know some Trans women have mixed or negative feelings about their traditionally male organ, I never quite felt that type of dysphoria. If anything, the rest of my figure was the issue, not the privates I have. Continuing with my mission, I begin to sprinkle a decent helping of baby powder over my nether regions. After all, what baby doesn’t smell like baby powder. Once satisfied, I raise the front of the diaper up, and take my time taping up the sides, wanting to make the fit as perfect as it could be. Finally secure, I let out a sigh of relief, before placing my hand on the front of the plastic, enjoying the thickness between my legs. Feeling a pressure on the front began to make my arousal grow, and I take a moment to enjoy it. “I should probably keep getting ready, otherwise I’ll be here all day.” I hop off the bed and return to the chest, pulling out a black onesie with a cartoon skull on the front. You could definitely say I have a theme for this outfit. I temporarily place it on the bed so I can strip out of the rest of my clothing. I unbutton my black button up shirt, letting it fall away, exposing my bra. I debate for a moment if I should keep it on, before reaching behind my back and unclipping the garment. It just wouldn't feel right to wear right now, with the rest of my infantile outfit. I pick up the onesie, and unbutton the snaps on the crotch before slipping it over my head. I feel the fabric expand and constrict to my form as it gets into place. I reach between my legs, and re snap the crotch of the garb. I reach into the chest once again, and pull out a black pacifier, before quickly popping it into my mouth. With a suckle, I walk over to the mirror to inspect the look. “Just like a baby.” I think to myself, and smile behind the dummy. I admire how the onesie confirms to my frame, accentuating the small curves I had developed over the years. I turn around, and look at the thickness surrounding my butt. Anyone looking would be able to tell what was underneath, especially with the design peaking out slightly around the legs. I finally look how I desire. Taking one last glimpse back into the mirror, I turn back to the chest for the final time, pulling out a black bag, filled with various other goodies. Taking it with me, I unlock the door, and head back to the living room. I situate myself back into my spot, feeling the cushion underneath me. I smile to myself, and I truly begin to feel the stress of the day melt away. After a moment of silent relaxation, I reach into the bag and pull out an oversized baby bottle. Deciding to stick to my already opened beverage, I carefully pour the can of soda into the bottle, before opening the second can and doing the same. I screw the lid back on, and begin to place the nipple towards my mouth, forgetting about the paci sitting between my lips. Giggling at my forgetfulness, I quickly attach the pacifier to the clip on my onesie, leaving it hanging within reach. I then return the bottle to my mouth, taking a sip of the refreshing, caffeinated drink. I place the bottle down next to me, before reaching over to the remote, resuming the episode I was watching. I sat there for a couple hours, watching the adventures unfold on the screen. Having finished my bottle, I had gotten up and filled it back up with water, polishing that off as well. As the 6th..or is it the 7th episode began to play, I returned the paci to my awaiting lips, enjoying my own personal nirvana. Midway through the episode, I begin to feel the results of all my consumption. I take a moment to decide if now is the moment I want to release, before deciding to return my attention to the show. Another series of credits rolls across the screen, and I begin bouncing in my seat, the desperation reaching its peak. I realize that I soon won’t have a choice if I want to go or not. Pulling my legs onto the couch, I get into position, sitting on my knees. With a final sigh, I begin to feel my bladder release, slowly at first, but quickly turning into a flood. I feel the warmth spreading around the front of the padding, which eagerly ate up the onslaught of pee. Many seconds pass by, and after what seemed to be a minute, I feel the flow turn into a trickle, before finally stopping. I begin to unsnap the crotch of the onesie, wanting to see myself how soaked I had become, and I was not disappointed. The entire front of the Rebelz had turned a pale yellow color, and reaching my hand down, I could feel the satisfying squish that only a soaked diaper could give. As I was inspecting my results, I felt my arousal from earlier return in earnest, the front of my padding beginning to tent, my erection making itself known. This time, I decide to do something about it. Reaching back into the bag, I pull out my favorite toy, a wireless wand vibrator. Pressing the button, I feel the device spring to life. I sit back down, feeling the warmth had made its way somewhat to the back of the diaper, before bringing the wand to the crotch of the padding. “Oh, how I missed this.” I say as I revel in the sensations. I turn up the speed a level before beginning to move it around, my privates becoming fully erect in the process. I close my eyes, and begin fantasizing about my usual dream. Instead of my hands guiding the wand, it’s Emma, using the device to provide this pleasure to me. I imagine all the things I wish I could experience with her. My mind plays the scene, me squirming around, feeling the wand to its job, while Emma calls me her good girl, her soggy baby, her precious little. All too soon, I feel myself beginning to reach my climax. With the last few strokes of the vibrator, I feel myself begin to orgasm, spurting my load inside my diaper, which happily accepted the additional liquid. I turn the device off, and breath heavily, basking in the afterglow of my alone time. Just as I finish recovering, I hear a sound to my left, and I open my eyes. My heart drops. Having been distracted by my masturbating, I must have failed to notice the sound of the lock on the door, or the opening of it for that matter. There stood Emma, confirming my worst fears. I begin to panic, before noticing something. Where in my worst nightmares, I had always imagined her with a look of disgust, in reality, here she stood, with a massive grin on her face. “Well, out of all the things I expected to walk in to, this wasn’t at the top of the list.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (CW: Shame, Homophobia, Transphobia, Familial Abuse, Mentions of Violence) Chapter 2: Caught in The Act June 2nd, 2023. 5:48pm Dread. All I feel is an overwhelming feeling of dread. For years, my biggest fear has been this exact moment. (I can’t believe I was stupid enough to let this happen! I should have never unlocked that chest!) My internal monologue goes into overdrive, reminding me how I should’ve been more careful, should’ve stayed locked in the guest bedroom, should’ve never engaged in my perverse kink to begin with. I feel my anxiety building with each passing moment. “So…wanna tell me what’s going on here?” Emma asks. I’m unable to read her expression, whether that’s due to my rush of emotions, or her lack of displaying one, I’m unable to tell. (Just talk to her! What’s the worst that she could say? That you’re disgusting, a pervert, a mental case? Yeah…that’s definitely what she’s going to say!) I open my mouth, trying to get any semblance of a word out, just…something. But nothing comes out. Instead, I feel my body enter autopilot, my legs moving faster than I can think, rushing me over to the guest bedroom. I quickly lock the door before collapsing on the floor, holding my head in my lap as the tears begin to form. What if she doesn’t think I’m sexy anymore? What if she wants to leave me? Why couldn’t I just be normal?!? I continue to cry, wishing more than anything that this didn’t happen. But it did. The cat’s out of the bag now, and no amount of wishing would make it otherwise. So I cry; that’s all I can do, is just cry. Suddenly, I hear a gentle knocking on the door, and I hear a voice filled with kindness and concern on the other side. “Roxie, are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to surprise you. I tried calling you to let you know I was coming back, but you didn’t answer.” I mentally kick myself, looking over to my jeans and seeing my phone sticking out of the pocket. Me and my forgetfulness. “Listen, I’m not mad, okay? I just want to talk to you. I don’t want to rush you, but would you please open the door?” I sit there for a moment longer, before slowly making my way to the door. I pause for a moment before unlocking the door, and cracking it open, just able to poke my head through. “I’m so, so sorry Emma.” I say with fresh tears dripping down my cheeks. “I never wanted you to see me…like this. I promise you I’ll never do this again, just please don't…” I’m interrupted by Emma pushing the door open. (This is it, she’s going to yell at me.) I think, before quickly being enveloped in a hug. “That’s enough, Roxie.” She says, only warmth in her voice. “I’m here, and I’ve got you. It’s all right.” I feel nothing but kindness and love from her words, not even a hint of anger in her voice. Hearing the conviction in her voice, a new wave of tears emerge from my eyes. Not tears of fear, or of sorrow, but of pure relief. I stand there, wrapped in her embrace, and continue to let out the emotions I’ve been carrying for too long. It feels like years have passed standing there, although in reality, only a few minutes have likely passed. I feel Emma begin to pull away, and I look down at my feet, embarrassed by my emotional outburst. A moment of silence lingers for a moment longer, before I hear her speak. “Are you okay now?” I see the concern in her eyes, still worried about me. I sniffle a bit, and attempt to regain my composure. “I…I’m okay. Thank you…for the hug…” I trail off “Are you sure? It’s okay to not be okay, you know.” She looks at me, awaiting my response. “Yeah, no I’m okay now. It was just…a bit of a shock is all. Last time I forget my phone.” I attempt to make the situation a bit less awkward with my joke, and I think it worked, maybe just a bit. “Listen, I know you’ve probably got a million different things running through your mind right now, but let me reiterate; I’m not mad, not in the slightest. Why don’t you sit down, I’ll make us some coffee, and we can talk about all of…well, this.” I give a slight nod, and head over to the kitchen table. I watch as Emma walks towards the kitchen, turning back long enough to give me a reassuring smile. (I should take a moment to compose myself. I mean, we’ve gotta talk about it at this point.) I close my eyes, and take a deep breath, holding it for just a moment before releasing, and repeating the process. As I feel myself regaining my composure, I open my eyes to see Emma walking out of the kitchen. She places a mug full of coffee in front of me, plenty of cream and sugar inside, before taking the seat next to me. I take a whiff of the warm beverage, and bring the cup to my lips, taking a savory sip. “Before I say anything…” Emma starts “I want you to talk. What does all of this…” she points to my outfit “mean to you. No judgment, just start where you’re comfortable, and speak truthfully.” Where do I even begin, I wonder. How do I explain all of this? Do I lie? Make up some kind of excuse for why I’m wearing diapers and baby clothes? I look into Emma’s eyes, and I begin to feel at ease. I decide to tell her. I decide to tell her everything. “Well…I’m into all of this. I’m an “ABDL”, which stands for Adult Baby Diaper Lover.” I see her expression remains unchanged, so I continue. “I’ve always had a fascination for Diapers, for as long as I can remember. I always dreamed of going back to the moments of my childhood, even when I was…well still a child. I would dream of being able to go back to Diapers, and just enjoy the carefree experience of an infant. As I grew older, my feeling began to change and evolve, becoming more…complex. Not only was I discovering my sexuality, and how it plays into my obsession, but I also began to figure out more about myself. I began questioning my life, trying to figure out why I felt like I was a stranger in my own skin. I would look online, trying to see if someone, anyone, felt the way I felt. Not only did I find out about ABDL, but I discovered that some people can be “Transgender.” After reading more about the experiences of Trans Men and Women, I finally figured out what was “wrong” with me.” I feel Emma place her hand on top of mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. From the moment I met her, she knew about my gender identity. Having always known that she was accepting, I still felt a little anxious, telling my whole story. I take a breath, and continue on with my story. “Maybe a part of me wanted to relive the moments of my childhood, because I never truly had “my” childhood. I was just pretending to be what everyone thought I was. Now that I knew who I was…I knew I had to hide it.” “Why?” Emma asks. “I mean, I get hiding your interest in Ageplay, but why did you feel like you had to hide your identity?” I wince, reliving the harsh memories like they were yesterday. “I hid it because I lived in the south, and it was the 2010’s. The folks down there aren’t exactly welcoming to those who are…different.” I pause, steeling myself for what comes next. “That included my parents. I knew full well how they felt about “Queers”, and I knew for a fact that they wouldn’t change their minds, not even for their own blood.” Emma looks shocked. “I…I knew you didn’t talk to your parents, but you never talked about why. I can’t…I can’t even imagine the feeling.” “Yeah, it was Hell. But I survived. I buried my true feeling deep down, and continued living a life that wasn’t mine. I got through Middle School, and even High School, hating the changes happening to my body, but unable to do anything about it. I just…tried not to think about it. I buried myself into my school work, doing everything and anything I could do to keep myself busy. Eventually, that paid off, and I graduated with honors. I even got scholarship offers from Universities. And then I finally realized…I could be free. I was about to be out in the world, on my own, free to do as I may. And suddenly, I began to feel alive again. I began making plans. I got myself into school, registered for classes, and got into the dorms.” “So you could finally live as yourself? Sounds like you found a way to be happy.” I looked at Emma. I always appreciate her optimism, but not everything works out as you hope in life. “Yeah it does…but then I made a mistake.” She looks at me with a mix of curiosity, confusion and worry. “It was supposed to be a happy day. I was moving out. I had my car all packed and everything. All I had to do was hop in, turn the key, and never look back. I didn’t do that. For some reason, I thought I could finally tell my parents about who I was, who I wanted to be. I told them I was Trans…and regretted it.” I see a tear form in Emma’s eye, too shocked to even speak. “My father told me I was a freak, a degenerate looser, and that I would be doomed to Hell for my sins. He…did more than yell.” I reached to the neck of my clothes and pulled it to the side, showing off my faint scar from all those years ago. I see a look of shock and anger fill her face for a moment, before returning her expression back to composed. She reaches over, feeling the surface of my skin. “That’s how you got that scar? I always assumed it was from something embarrassing, not something so…so wrong! How could he do that to you?” I’ve asked myself the same question over the years. “He told me to leave, and never come back, or else he’d bury me in the ground. Mom..my mother just stood there, not even looking at me. I don’t know if she was just scared of my father, or if she agreed with him. All I know, is that she wouldn’t even look at me. So…I left, and never went back. That…that was the last time I heard from either of them.” “Roxie, I’m so sorry. Nobody should have to go through something like that.” She reaches around the table and gives me a hug. No tears flowed from me this time though, that memory had already extracted all the tears it ever would. “It’s okay Emma. The story gets a bit better from here. I went to college out of state, finally leaving the bigotry of the south behind, and I moved into the dorms, free for the first time. I even had a dorm room to myself. I swear, when I found that out, I felt that my luck was finally turning around. I finally had the time, space and availability to start being me. I got a part time job, and since I didn’t have any other expenses besides my car insurance, I had a good amount of disposable income. I ordered clothes for myself, started practicing make-up, dyed my hair, and even started out on hormones. I was, for the first time in my life, living for myself. Once I got settled into my new life, my mind turned back to my…other interests. I ordered diapers, onesies, pacifiers, you name it, having it all delivered to a P.O box. People saw me bringing packages to my dorm room all the time; they probably thought it was more clothes or something. It wouldn’t have mattered if the did though, nothing was going to stop me, not anymore. I began letting myself explore my ageplay kink, and let me tell you, the first time I put on a diaper, I felt complete. Everything that I had lived through, all the pain, all the suffering, it was all worth it. So..I kept doing it. And well…that’s where we are today.” I wait for her response with baited breath. “Thank you, Roxie, for sharing your story. I can’t imagine your struggle. I mean, having to deal with all of that…your family, and…just wow. I’m glad you were able to find yourself, and embrace the little within you. I want you to know, I love you, and nothing you’ve told me has changed that.” Emma smiles at me, and I return it back to her. It was my turn now to lean over the table, embracing the woman that I love. Then, something hits me. I never mentioned the term “Little” in my explanation. In fact, Emma used the word “Ageplay” before I even brought it up. I then remember the smile she gave me when I was caught; like she knew what I was doing. Not one point during this ordeal did she ever question the fact that I was wearing a onesie, or a wet diaper for that matter. I break the embrace, and look into her eyes. I ask the question now in my mind. “Emma, you know more about Ageplay than you’re letting on, don’t you?” She looks at me for a moment, then returns that same smile I saw earlier in the day. “Guilty.” She says. “Since you were so open with me, I’m going to be open with you.” It was now my turn to listen. “I’m into Ageplay too. Specifically, I’m a Mommy. I’ve been a Mommy for a long time, years before I met you. I actually started out exploring BDSM, and while I enjoyed all the bondage, and the domination, it was always missing something for me. I was craving that touch of innocence that comes with Ageplay. I won’t hit you with my whole backstory right now. Don’t misunderstand, I’m not hiding anything from you, but you’ve had a long day, and I don’t want to dump too much on you at once. For now, know that I’m just as weird and kinky as you.” I sat there, mouth open. Never in my wildest dreams would I imagine Emma, my girlfriend Emma, would even know about the world of Ageplay, let alone having been involved with it for years. My mind was swimming with questions, but she’s right, it has already been a long enough day. However, there was still one more question on my mind, that I just had to have answered. “That still doesn’t explain something. Why weren’t you surprised with me being into Ageplay? You didn’t seem shocked at all. It’s almost like…” “Like I knew?” She finished. “It’s because I did.” I see a guilty look appear on her face. “It wasn’t intentional, and I wasn’t trying to snoop, but I found your stash months ago. I was looking for my old sneakers, and was surprised to find a key inside the sole. You could imagine my confusion. Just as I was walking out of the closet, I…well, I tripped over my own feet.” I laugh, knowing full well that Emma gets distracted when cleaning and looking for things. “Yeah, laugh it up diaper girl.” We both get a laugh out of that one. “Anyways, I spent the next 10 minutes trying to figure out where I dropped the key. I looked everywhere. I checked behind the dresser, under the chair, and then looked under the bed, where I found your chest. At least I knew what the key went to, now I just had to find the key. Ironically, it was in my shoe. Don’t ask how it got there, I to this day don’t know how it happened. I unlocked the chest, and was surprised by the contents, mostly because I knew what everything inside was. I knew I didn’t have any supplies left in the house, and realized based on the sizes that they belonged to you. Plus, out of all the women I’ve ever met, nobody wears more skulls than you. I then panicked a bit, realizing I had intruded on your secret stash. I quickly locked it back up and put the key back in its hiding spot.” “Why…why didn’t you say anything? You had to know at the time it was all kink-related stuff?” I was now confused, wondering why she didn’t act on her knowledge, confront me, hell do anything with what she just learned. “I didn’t say anything because it was your secret to share. It didn’t matter that I was a Mommy, or if you were a Little, it was your secret, and you shouldn’t have had to reveal it before you were ready. If I was sorry for anything, it would be for not knocking before I came in…but this is my place too, so you could imagine how silly that would be.” I got up from my seat, and walked in close to Emma. She looked at me, unsure of what I was going to do. I move in closer, and bring my lips to hers, kissing her deeply. It lasts for a moment longer, before I begrudgingly pull back, needing to get the words out of my throat. “Thank you Emma, for the space, for listening…for everything.” “Don’t mention it. Now that the emotional stuff is over with, I’m suddenly hungry. How about I order us a Pizza, and we watch a movie, and just relax for the rest of the night?” “Sounds good to me!” I state enthusiastically, glad to put the negativity from before behind me. “Alright, how about you head to the couch and pick out something for us to watch? I’ll call the restaurant now.” As Emma pulls out her phone, I begin walking over to the couch, before realizing I’m still in my little attire. (I should probably get changed. Don’t want to push my luck tonight.) I turn around and start walking over to the bedroom, when Emma places a hand on my shoulder, stopping me in my tracks. “Where are you going?” she asks. “Oh, I was just going to change my clothes…for the movie.” I state, not quite ready to talk about my outfit aloud. I don’t know if I was just embarrassed, or if I was afraid she wouldn’t want me dressed like this right now. Emma then gave me a smile. “Don’t be silly, that’s a perfect outfit. Now get on the couch, crinkle butt.” She says, and gives me a quick swat on the butt, a crinkle sound emanating from my rear. A huge smile forms on my face, and I head back to the couch. I have a thought to myself. “How did I get so lucky?” 9 Link to comment
APhil Posted March 9 Share Posted March 9 4 hours ago, BabySofia said: Good start! 🙂 Like she said good start. I have one critique on a very high level, and that is that Roxie doesn't know that Emma as a bit of domme side in her if she is living in the same flat and are lovers. 10 hours ago, CallMeYour_Rin said: I actually started out exploring BDSM, and while I enjoyed all the bondage, and the domination You could have just said something like: and while you know I like to dominate in the bed. At least that's my opinion 1 Link to comment
sklawlor Posted March 9 Share Posted March 9 Nice story, looking forward to reading more. 1 Link to comment
CallMeYour_Rin Posted March 10 Author Share Posted March 10 10 hours ago, BabySofia said: Good start! 🙂 Thanks! I'm glad you've enjoyed it so far! 5 hours ago, APhil said: Like she said good start. I have one critique on a very high level, and that is that Roxie doesn't know that Emma as a bit of domme side in her if she is living in the same flat and are lovers. You could have just said something like: and while you know I like to dominate in the bed. At least that's my opinion That's definetly something I considered when writing the first couple chapters, but without giving any upcoming details away, I decided to start the story off with Roxie not knowing about Emma's more dominant side The main theme I settled on for the story is embracing the things that the characters have either tried to hide from others, not just the secrets Roxie was hiding. I guess I could've portrayed that a bit better in the dialogue though 😅. I think you'll find a lot of satisfaction in Chapter 4 though *wink wink* 5 hours ago, sklawlor said: Nice story, looking forward to reading more. I'm glad to see people enjoying this work! It means so much to have people like the words I've put to the page...or tex in this case 😁. I'm currently working on writing the next few chapters, and I plan on dropping 2 or 3 at a time to give a decent amount of material for you all to digest. So stay tuned! 1 Link to comment
APhil Posted March 10 Share Posted March 10 1 minute ago, CallMeYour_Rin said: I think you'll find a lot of satisfaction in Chapter 4 though *wink wink I'm looking forward, I honestly would say right now this is after Babysophia's current story the one im most exited to see. 1 Link to comment
CallMeYour_Rin Posted March 10 Author Share Posted March 10 44 minutes ago, APhil said: I'm looking forward, I honestly would say right now this is after Babysophia's current story the one im most exited to see. Oh, I'd definitely be more excited for her story if I was you. Her work is always top tier. Still, I'm so glad you're excited for more! Link to comment
CallMeYour_Rin Posted March 10 Author Share Posted March 10 Alright, chapter 3 is ready to go. In the future, I want to upload these chapters at least 2 or 3 at a time, but I thought that the ideas I had for 4 and 5 work very well together, and I didn't want to make you all wait too long for more content. So for now, consider this one an early release 😄. With no further ado, I hope you enjoy chapter 3. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 3 - And So, Our Night Continues (CW: Diaper Wetting, Diaper Messing, Sex Scenes) June 2nd, 2023. 8:29pm So…tonight’s been interesting, to say the least. I always thought if Emma found out about my other self, it would be game over for me. She’d break up with me…or worse, yet here I am, sitting on the couch, little self on full display. Not only does she not hate it, but she likes it? How did I never figure out she was a Dominant? Did I miss the signs? I mean sure, did she usually take initiative in bed? Sure, but most relationships have a partner take charge. Would she play with my hair when we cuddle? Yeah, but that’s normal, right? Would she hum for me at night when my anxiety would keep me awake? That’s just being a great partner! Only looking back do all of the pieces seem to fall into place. I guess when you dream about something for so long, the tell-tale signs of my girlfriend's nature are easy to miss. My train of thought is interrupted as Emma joins me on the couch. “Okay, Pizza’s on its way. It’ll probably be here in like half an hour.” An hour can’t come soon enough; after this roller coaster ride of a day, Pizza is exactly what I require. I can almost taste the cheesy, savory treat right now. From the corner of my eye, I catch Emma looking at me, before quickly turning away, knowing she was seen. The air still contains a trace of awkward energy. As much as talking things over helped things, I don’t think either of us knew quite what to say. Ultimately, the silence is broken. “So what are we watching tonight?” I begin to grin, realizing I might just be able to get Emma to watch something I’ve been begging her to see for a while. “We’re watching She-Ra!” I confidently proclaim. Emma gives me an unamused stare. “You’re never going to stop until I watch that cartoon, are you?” “Nope! Sorry, but your fate was sealed the moment you gave me the choice.” “Ugh, fine. You win, I’ll watch the show.” Emma says, resigning herself to her loss. “Don’t worry, you’ll love it! There’s adventure, friendship, and most of all…” I pause for dramatic effect. “There’s tons of gays.” She chuckles. “That’s all I needed to hear. Seriously, you could’ve convinced me sooner by revealing that bit of info.” I beam with joy, having finally won the chance to show her one of my favorite shows. I grab the remote, sit back, and hit play on episode 1, feeling a sense of deja vu. As the episode goes along, I can see Emma slowly getting into the plot. I always thought it was weird she didn’t watch cartoons. Animation is a completely respectable art form as far as I’m concerned, but I guess the stigma of “animation is for kids” is still prevalent in today's world. The episode starts playing, and soon enough, the end credits start to roll. “Wow. I can’t believe how good of an intro episode that was. Do all cartoons have that good of a hook?” “It’s like I keep telling you babe; you shouldn’t sleep on cartoons.” Autoplay does its job, and we resume our watching. Emma watches on as intently as I did my first go around, and I feel a sense of satisfaction as I watch the creation of a new fan. Midway through the episode, I begin to bounce my leg a bit. The coffee from earlier has gotten to its final destination, my bladder sending me the signal letting me know that I have to pee. (Damn, I don’t want to get up. I want to see her reaction to the next scene!) The pace of my tapping begins to increase, and Emma shoots me a curious look. “You alright there? Your foot is about to drill a hole in the carpet.” she jests. “Ye..yeah I’m fine, I just…have to go to the bathroom,” I admit, a shade of red forming on my cheeks. She looks at me for a moment before letting out a small chuckle. “Roxie, you do realize you’re wearing a diaper right? It’s alright if you use it, I don’t mind.” She turns back to the screen, either trying to give me some semblance of privacy or just getting engrossed in the action on screen. My heart begins to beat inside my chest. Was I really about to do this? Using my diaper, for the longest time, had been an act of total privacy. In theory, it was no different from using the toilet, except for the sensation of warmth and moisture that followed. But now it wasn’t so private. Should I just get up and go to the bathroom? If I did that, I’d have to take my diaper off, and those tapes never quite sit the same after being reapplied. Plus, I was already wet, so would it make a difference if I went a little more? My thoughts were interrupted by another signal from my filled bladder; I had to make a choice. Despite the nerves, I know what I’m going to do. I lean back, slightly lifting my hips into the new position, wanting to give the plastic padding enough room to fully absorb what’s to come, and with a sign, I let the dam break. It comes out slower than usual at first, perhaps my apprehension preventing the stream from becoming immediate. I can feel the soft interior gaining a fresh sense of warmth, slowly expanding as my “accident” is greedily gulped up by the SAP. What was once a trickle has become a steady flow, and after a moment comes to a stop. I bring my hand down to my waist, feeling the heat emanating through the front of my onesie. Wrapped up in my euphoria, I almost miss Emma reaching over to grab the remote, pausing the episode. She moves closer to me, a look of carnal fascination on her. “You totally just wet yourself, didn’t you? I gotta say, I was hoping that would be the case.” A flush appears across her cheek. She looks like she wants to ask me something, but isn’t sure how to phrase it. I catch her looking at my crotch, and I begin to understand what she wants. “Do you…wanna feel it?” I ask, nerves returning tenfold. “Is that alright?” I give Emma a nod, and she tentatively reaches over, placing her hand on the snaps of my bodysuit. With a series of pops, the lower section comes undone, revealing my soaked diaper. She begins to rub her fingers across the front, before bringing her palm down as well, gently cupping the plastic shell. “It’s so…warm! It kind of feels like a stress ball.” She begins playing with the soaked lining, feeling it press into her fingers. As an unintended side effect, I can feel my body begin to react, blood flowing to my privates. I let out a soft moan at the sensation. “Does that feel good baby?” she asks, working her fingers around the protrusion formed. Our faces are slowly closing the gap between us. I see a hunger in her eyes, a need to combine our lips into one. Just as I begin to open my mouth, the doorbell rings. “Shit the pizza!” The thing I was once looking forward to has become my greatest enemy. (Why do you have to cock block me pizza man!). Emma hurriedly makes her way to the door before stepping outside to collect the pizza. She returns quickly enough, placing the box on the coffee table before returning to her previous spot on the seat. I can tell she’s avoiding my gaze now. The mood was gone. With nothing left to do, I open the box and take a look at the delicious feast before us. A beautiful pie, with our unique toppings on the halves of the slices. I watch as Emma grabs her usual slice of pepperoni, a delightful classic. Following suit, I grab my own slice, covered in pineapple chunks and beef. I take a large bite, feeling the heavenly combination wash over my taste buds, the cheese stringing between the bite in my mouth and the remains of the slice. “I still can’t believe you put pineapple on pizza. So untraditional.” She fakes a scoff, a grin on her face, before returning to her pepperoni goodness. “Sometimes, traditions were meant to be broken! Try it before you deny it!” “I definitely won't be trying it, but you go ahead and enjoy your monstrosity.” I hit play, resuming our Netflix and Chill session. The pizza doesn’t last long, and by the end of episode 3, we’re left with an empty box. Using a napkin to wipe the bit of sauce from my face, I decide to get into a more comfortable position. I lay down on my side, placing my head squarely in Emma’s lap. She begins to stroke my hair before reaching over for the remote and hitting the skip intro button. “How dare you…” I begin to feign indignation at the skip before being shushed by the tip of my pacifier being placed in my mouth. “Enough talking now love, just enjoy the show!” I begin to relax even further, slipping into a state of total bliss. We continued to watch the show for another hour. We watch as twists unfold, friends become enemies, and new bonds are formed. Midway through, I felt Emma’s hand on my rear, soothingly patting my behind. I was really, truly the happiest I had been for a long time. Time passes by, and a different feeling begins to arouse within me. Having eaten so many slices, in addition to the coffee from earlier, I could feel a new desperation within me. I begin to get up before Emma gently pushes me back into place. “What are you doing, the group is about to make its way to Mystacor.” I begin to open my mouth, pausing for a moment. “I…have to go to the bathroom…” She looks at me confused. “Didn’t you just go a little while ago? Plus, I told you I don’t mind if you have to go, just let the diaper take care of your little accident.” “You don’t understand, it’s not…not that kind of accident.” “What do you mean, I don’t…oh.” She recognizes what I'm trying to say. I can see her thinking for a moment. “Well, I meant what I said. I don’t mind if you just go ahead and use your diaper, if you’re comfortable with it of course. Plus…I think it would be kinda hot to watch it happen.” I turn my head to look into her eyes, trying to find any sense of apprehension in them, even just a hint of disgust, but see nothing but acceptance. I think it over for a moment. I mean, wetting was one thing. I mean, it’s relatively silent, and the odor is only noticeable to someone trying to find it, but messing? No matter how much I enjoyed the act, was it right for me to subject her to that? Then again, she said she wanted to see it, and that she’d find it hot, so that doesn’t seem to be an issue here. I’ve come to my decision. “Okay, but I can’t exactly…do it in this position. I’ll have to get up first.” That same grin from earlier returns. “I think I can help you out with that. Come here, baby.” She grabs my hand and guides me to my feet, helping my shaking legs get their support. I expect her to let go, but instead, she pulls my hand closer, before sitting back on the couch and patting her lap, signaling for me to get on. I carefully work my way down, my legs dangling off the sides of her thighs, my head going over her shoulder. (Oh my god I can’t believe this is happening. It’s just like a scene from my fantasies) “I’m right here for you little one.” she rubs my back, helping to calm me. “Just push, and let it all out.” I follow her command and begin to push, feeling the pressure in my back door building. I can feel my hole start to expand, trying to work the mess out of my body. I begin to grunt, and with a final push, I feel the hard mass exiting me. It starts to push against the seat of my diaper, slowly expanding outwards. Once the room for expansion has run out, I can feel it start to spread outwards, finding its way to any space it can fit. With a final push, the mess stops, and I let out a moan of relief and pleasure behind my pacifier. “Oh my god, you really did it! Wow, the seat expanded so much! How do you feel?” “I feel good! More than good! That felt amazing.” I say before reaching my hand back to inspect my act. I lightly push on the fresh mount, and a sound of pleasure comes out of my mouth as I feel the mess come in contact with my skin. I hear Emma make a similar sound while watching my diaper check. “If you want…I know how to make you feel really good.” I quickly non, letting my arousal guide my actions. “Stand up real quick.” I do as I’m told, standing before her. I watch as she spreads her legs, before pulling me back to her, placing my body directly over her leg. With a pull, she quickly lowers my body down. I moan, loudly this time, as I feel the mess spread throughout my diaper. Just as I think it can’t get any better, Emma starts to bounce her knee, sending waves of pleasure through my body. “You like that baby? Such a good girl, filling your diapers up like the infant you are.” She cooed. She brings her lips up to my ear and gives me a seductive whisper. “Now I want you to start moving. Can you do that sweetie?” I don’t even bother with a proper response, just letting a light-pitched cry escape my throat before moving my hips back and forth. I can feel my erection at full mast behind my padding. I feel a sense of pleasure that I was always sure would be barred from me. It’s true what they say, the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest. I continue rocking back and forth, slowly ramping up my speed, letting the friction build up inside of me. “That’s it, baby, just like that. Keep humping away. That’s a good girl.” I needed no further encouragement, as I ground myself into her leg, getting lost in the pleasure. After a few moments, I can feel my body begin to reach its climax. “Oh god oh god, I’m gonna cum!” “That’s it, baby, make cummies for me,” she demands, feeling me tense up around her leg. “I’m cumming Mommy!” I announce, and with a final thrust, I feel the electricity course through me. With a series of thrusts, I spurt my juices into the poor diaper, completely used at this point. I collapse forward, breathing heavily as I lean into Emma’s chest. I feel a bead of sweat drip down my neck as I begin to recover from the best orgasm I’ve ever had. After a few moments, I regain my composure and look up at her with a smile on my face. I expect her to praise me at this point, but all I see is a look of shock on her face. (Oh fuck, I broke her) I think to myself (Maybe I went too far.) “Sorry, was…was it too much? I’ll ge…” “You just called me Mommy.” I look at her and begin to doubt my mid-orgasm choice of words. “Is…is that okay?” Every passing millisecond fills me with dread. How much did I just ruin this beautiful experience? She moves like lightning, bringing her mouth to mine. I don’t think I’ve ever felt a kiss with as much passion from her, or anyone for that matter. Her tongue makes its way to the back of my throat, wrestling with my own for control. I begin to feel lightheaded, not sure how much longer I can go without breathing, but I’m determined to not be the one who folds. Eventually, I feel her slip out of my mouth, both of us panting for air. “Of course it's okay. It’s more than okay! Oh, how I’ve longed to hear those words!” She returns for another kiss, not as intensely as before, but filled with love. Here, in her arms and embrace, I feel like the luckiest little girl to ever exist. It’s now my turn to break from her. I give her the biggest smile my heart can muster, trying to convey just how much this meant to me. Just as I’m staring into her soul, I hear the beep of the clock next to me and notice the time. How in the hell is it already midnight? As much as I want to keep making out with her, I know we have to get some sleep. I stand up, legs weak but steady. “I’m gonna go take a shower and get out of this diaper.” I lean back down for a final peck, which she gratefully returns. “Alright, I’ll throw the pizza box out and get one in after you. Don’t use up all the hot water crinklebutt,” she says, providing a quick smack to my messy diaper. “No promises, I’m gonna have to make sure I’m all cleaned up down there.” I make my way over to the bathroom, giving Emma one last thankful look before closing the door. I can feel the cool tile on my feet as I make my way over to the mirror and look over my current state. My hair's messy, and my onesie is all ruffled up. I turn around and tilt my head back, looking at my backside in the mirror. The Rebels held up remarkably well to the strenuous activity, but the staining across the design clearly shows that the poor garment has hit its limit. The pattern, once a crisp white, contrasting well with the black skulls dotted throughout, now shows as a pale brown. “Damn, I really destroyed this thing. Now it’s time for the bad part.” I always dread the lengthy process of cleaning up after a mess, especially one as spread around as this one. I carefully work the tapes off one by one, the adhesive strips making pleasing sounds as they rip free. Holding onto the front and back, I slowly lower the soiled wear to the ground. Turning my attention to my rear, I grab a couple of wet wipes from the counter and do my best to remove the majority of the ickiness off me. Once I’m satisfied with the job, I toss the wipes inside the diaper, roll it up, and stick it right in the trash, making a mental note to take it out tonight before it begins to stink up the place. I turn the faucet on warm and stick my hand in the shower, waiting until the temperature is just right before stepping inside. I feel the warm water wash over me, clearing the sweat off my body. Taking the shower head in hand, I turn the head to increase the pressure and begin cleaning off the rest of my private areas, taking my time to make sure my skin is clear of any additional waste. Once finished, I lather up my hair, and begin thinking over the events from the day; from the fear of getting caught, to the acceptance, watching cartoons with Emma…or Mommy now I guess, to the bliss of our most recent activity. It all seems so hard to believe. I never thought things could work out the way they do in the stories, but I guess life can imitate fiction. Still, I feel like something is amiss. Is there something escaping my mind? What did I forget? “Oh shit, I forgot to text Beth.” 5 Link to comment
BabySofia Posted March 11 Share Posted March 11 Their relationship seems like it's moving in a good direction for both. I was kind of expecting she'd at least help out with that poopy diaper change though? Poor baby had to change their own diapee there! 2 Link to comment
CallMeYour_Rin Posted March 11 Author Share Posted March 11 42 minutes ago, BabySofia said: Their relationship seems like it's moving in a good direction for both. I was kind of expecting she'd at least help out with that poopy diaper change though? Poor baby had to change their own diapee there! All things in their own time 😁. Don't worry, there will be many, many changes in this Roxie's future! *cough* *foreshadowing* *cough* Link to comment
aldl4811 Posted March 11 Share Posted March 11 Dang, awesome work so far, loved reading this. 1 Link to comment
CallMeYour_Rin Posted March 12 Author Share Posted March 12 2 hours ago, aldl4811 said: Dang, awesome work so far, loved reading this. I'm glad you're enjoying it so far 😁. I'm hard at work on the next batch of chapters. On my current pace, I'll probably be able to post them in a couple days, so stay tuned 😉 1 Link to comment
CallMeYour_Rin Posted March 13 Author Share Posted March 13 Update Hello everyone! I just wanted to give a quick update on the current progress of the story, as well as my plans for it overall. I guess I should start with the most exciting piece of information, the current status of the next batch of chapters. I am happy to announce that I have completed chapter 4, and have done a good bit of work on chapter 5. I'm trying to finish chapter 5 up as quickly as possible, using the few hours a day when I'm not at work or dealing with the usual issues life throws my way. I'm actually fighting a bit of a cold at the moment, but good thing I can write from my bed on my laptop while resting 😄. Speaking of the chapters, I wanted to get some input from those interested about the current release method. I personally find it more entertaining to read a decent chunk of the story at a time, which is why I've been bundling the sections this way. In addition, some of the chapter plans I have focus more on character building and development, with a lack of "spicy scenes." My hope was to provide the best of both worlds, putting out enough material at one time to have new chapters involving both. However, I do know that some people prefer a more a more constant stream of content, with a bit less to read at each individual moment, but with quicker releases of individual sections. So I want to hear from you. Should I continue releasing the chapters the way I've been so far, or should I start posting singular chapters. In terms of formatting, I have been using parentheses to denote specific internal thoughts. Starting from Chapter 4 onwards, I will be changing this to Bold, Italic text. I apologize for the change, but I feel like this helps convey the idea of an internal monologue in a much clearer way. Finally, I wish to talk about the plans for this story, or more specifically, my plan for the total length. I have crafted an outline of my ideas for the structure and pacing of story overall, and my current plans have been finalized (but may change a small bit as I continue to write the chapters). As of this moment, it is my plan for this story to be completed in 37 chapters. Of those chapters, 32 of them will be continuing the story of Roxie and Emma, as well as a few other characters yet to be introduced. At this point, you may be asking "What about those other 5 chapters?" These I will be calling Side Chapters (name pending😋). These "Side Chapters" will be focusing directly on the pasts of the cast, taking place years before the main story. On a personal level, I hate it when a story has to jump around chronologically, but at the same time, I wish to tell the full story of these characters at specific moments, and I feel like just shoehorning in a bunch of flashbacks would be a bit lazy on my part. So as a compromise, I came up with the idea of Side Chapters. Even though I have made the decision to name them differently then the "main" chapters, I believe that they will have just as much importance to the development to the characters, and provide more clarity on why they are...well, the way they are. I hope you all will enjoy these unique additions to the story. Well, that's it for this Update! Please let me know what you think of these current developments. Now I know some of you probably want to see where the story is heading after the events for chapter 3, so for now, please enjoy this sneak peak of the next chapter. One last thing though. Up until now, we've only seen things from Roxie's perspective. Well, as of chapter 4, that will not be the case. If you made it this far, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy this teaser from Emma's viewpoint. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 4: The Shopping Spree June 3rd, 2023. 9:03am My eyes squint, adjusting to the warm light blaring through the window. As the morning fog slowly dissipates from my eyes, I can see the local finches hopping between the branches of the tall oak tree in the backyard; their chirps echoing through the otherwise peaceful morning. God, it’s way too early for that. I lament my consciousness, wishing I could return to the wonderful dream I was having before being rudely interrupted by the squawking little devils. Oh, and what a wonderful dream it was. My desires usually tend to creep their way into my unconscious hours, but this one was different. I can still vividly recall the scenes, even now that I’m awake. Seeing those wonderful sights, Roxie wearing those cute diapers, the cuddling, the sex, her calling me Mommy, it all fills my heart with longing. It’s too bad that reality is a cruel mistress. Oh well, at least it gave me a new fantasy. I’ve gotta see if there are more stories with knee-bouncing scenes on the site later. My lustful train of thought is interrupted by a shuffling to my side. I turn my body over to see Roxie sound asleep, tossing and turning like usual. I swear, this girl can’t stay still for the life of her. This might just be my favorite part of the day, being able to look over her sleeping form. Her Jet Black hair, neatly styled into a Goth Bob during the day, usually ends up a static-charged mess from rolling around on her pillow. Her pale skin almost glows within the peaking light, adding to her sense of beauty. The bedding has been pulled down lightly from her movement, and I take in the view of two of my favorite objects; her breasts. No matter how many times I tell her, she refuses to believe that I can find her A-cups attractive. Even now, my mouth waters at the sight. Roxie turns around again, revealing more of her body to my gaze. I glance at her back, her shoulder blades protruding at rest. Using my eyes to follow her body downward, her diaper on display, the crisp white padding managing to stand out even amongst her milky skin. She looks so cute in her diaper. Wait…her diaper? I jolt upwards, shock filling my soul. So it wasn’t a dream? It wasn’t a dream! It actually happened!!! Link to comment
CallMeYour_Rin Posted March 14 Author Share Posted March 14 Alright, so I now in my Update post I mentioned that I had finished chapter 4, and was working on chapter 5. Well midway through writing chapter 5, I went back to read through chapter 4, and I was unsatisfied with where I ended it. And so, I continued writing. And I wrote a lot. In fact, I ended up writing over 2000 words in addition to what I had done already, giving it over 5000 words. For comparison, the previous chapters have had around 3000 words, meaning this new chapter has as much content as 2 of the previous ones. I feel like this makes for a good compromise for my self imposed "upload in batches" rule, so I've decided to post chapter 4 now, and chapter 5 tomorrow night. This chapter gets into some heavy emotional stuff, so just giving you all a quick heads up. I hope you enjoy chapter 4! Chapter 4: The Shopping Spree (CW: Alcohol, Strong Language) June 3rd, 2023. 9:03am My eyes squint, adjusting to the warm light blaring through the window. As the morning fog slowly dissipates from my eyes, I can see the local finches hopping between the branches of the tall oak tree in the backyard; their chirps echoing through the otherwise peaceful morning. God, it’s way too early for that. I lament my consciousness, wishing I could return to the wonderful dream I was having before being rudely interrupted by the squawking little devils. Oh, and what a wonderful dream it was. My desires usually tend to creep their way into my unconscious hours, but this one was different. I can still vividly recall the scenes, even now that I’m awake. Seeing those wonderful sights, Roxie wearing those cute diapers, the cuddling, the sex, her calling me Mommy, it all fills my heart with longing. It’s too bad that reality is a cruel mistress. Oh well, at least it gave me a new fantasy. I’ve gotta see if there are more stories with knee-bouncing scenes on the site later. My lustful train of thought is interrupted by a shuffling to my side. I turn my body over to see Roxie sound asleep, tossing and turning like usual. I swear, this girl can’t stay still for the life of her. This might just be my favorite part of the day, being able to look over her sleeping form. Her Jet Black hair, neatly styled into a Goth Bob during the day, usually ends up a static-charged mess from rolling around on her pillow. Her pale skin almost glows within the peaking light, adding to her sense of beauty. The bedding has been pulled down lightly from her movement, and I take in the view of two of my favorite objects; her breasts. No matter how many times I tell her, she refuses to believe that I can find her A-cups attractive. Even now, my mouth waters at the sight. Roxie turns around again, revealing more of her body to my gaze. I glance at her back, her shoulder blades protruding at rest. Using my eyes to follow her body downward, her diaper on display, the crisp white padding managing to stand out even amongst her milky skin. She looks so cute in her diaper. Wait…her diaper? I jolt upwards, shock filling my soul. So it wasn’t a dream? It wasn’t a dream! It actually happened!!! Pure elation fills my being. For so long I’ve dreamed of waking up to such a wonderful sight! Seeing the little…no, MY little, curled up next to me, not a care on her sleeping face, was something I once thought to be an impossibility. Yet here Roxie lay, and my dream has come true. I continue to behold my sleeping angel, watching her finally begin to arise from her slumber. Rubbing her eyes and letting out a rather comical yawn, Roxie begins to sit up and looks towards me. I can tell the poor girl requires a coffee. “Good morning sweetheart,” I let my tone remain gentile despite my excitement. “How’d you sleep?” “Like a baby!” I’m glad to see her lightening up after the tension of yesterday. She raises her arms above her body and stretches out the stiffness from her body, a low sigh flowing from her. “Seems like it. How about I make us some coffee? I’ll even add the blasphemous amount of sugar you like.” Roxie nods enthusiastically. “Alright, I’ll be out in a bit. I need a second for my brain to start working.” I remove the covers from my body and step onto the floor, feeling the carpet beneath my feet. I walk towards the dresser and open the drawers, deciding on a simple white T-shirt and Sweatpants for today’s leisure wear. Slipping the cloth onto my body, I place my feet inside my cozy slippers before exiting the room. Walking into the kitchen, I open the cupboard door and pull out my container of Liberica beans. Ahh, the good stuff. I scoop out a carefully measured amount of beans and gently pour them into the grinder, setting it to fine before running the machine. After a few moments, I hear the blades come to a stop and remove the holding container for the freshly ground goodness. I take a deep whiff, taking note of the woody aroma, before scooping the grounds into the filter and hitting the power button. I begin to watch the water slowly trickle into the pot, and my mind begins to wander, thinking about the newly evolved relationship between Roxie and me. There was so much to think about. So many new facets to consider. Where do I even begin? I decided the simplest place to start is the basics. Roxie is a Little, and I am a Caregiver. But what does that even mean to us? There are so many different types of dynamics that can go along with this type of play; Classic MDLG, Baby Slaves, Diaper Discipline, the sky’s the limit. How should I play this? Should I just ask Roxie what she prefers, or should I “take the reigns”, so to speak? A loud beep signals the coffee is ready. There’s time to figure that out later. Right now, it’s time for my morning fuel. I grab a couple mugs, and delicately pour the steaming black liquid evenly between them, not willing to spill even a drop. I obtain the half & half from the fridge and add a large pour, along with a heaping of sugar, to Roxie's cup. This could kill the average being. Good thing she’s not average. I carefully bring the coffee to the table, placing hers in front of the spot across from me before taking my seat. I bring my own mug to my lips, blowing softly before taking a sip of the drink. I take in the nutty, delicate notes, my taste buds enjoying my choice of brew. I take my time enjoying my coffee, taking small sips to prolong the experience. Before long, Roxie joins me in the kitchen. Since she can’t wear her usual look to its fullest at work, on her days off she goes all out. Having combed her hair, it runs down to her neck, obscuring the top sides of her head. Her make-up is freshly applied, going for a lighter look today, just a bit of eyeliner and lipstick, the deep black contrasting well against her face. Her outfit consists of a simple black V-neck with a white Anarchy symbol, a knee-length skirt adorned with low-hanging chains, and her fishnet bodysuit underneath, covering the rest of her exposed skin in the mesh. To complete the look is a pair of black leather combat boots. All in all, a decently tame look for her. Taking her seat, Roxie grabs the sugary concoction and begins gulping it down, not even bothering to blow it off first. She tips the mug up high, downing the rest of her morning treat. She lets out a satisfied sigh and puts the mug back down before speaking. “So, what’s on your agenda today.” I ponder for a moment before answering. “Well, lucky for me I have the weekend off,” I take another sip of coffee. “So I’ll most likely use the time for some R&R and read a bit. You’re welcome to join me of course.” “Yeah…I don’t think I’m smart enough for your types of novels, but thanks anyway,” I knew it was a long shot, but I’m still somewhat disappointed by Roxie’s lack of interest in books beyond Comics and those marketed to Young Adults. “Besides, I’ve gotta make a trip to the mall. I’m hoping to find a couple of cards to complete my Exodia deck, and I’ll probably do a good bit more shopping while I’m at it.” she explains. Part of me wants to keep her here at home, all to myself, especially after yesterday’s revelations. However, no matter how tightly I want to hold on, I know I have to take these next steps with care. “Sounds like fun. Text me when you get there, and let me know if you find your Excelsior cards.” “Babe it’s called Exodia. Excelsior was the thing Stan Lee used to say.” She playfully sticks her tongue out at me before getting up and walking to the door. I tilt my head as she walks away, being able to hear the distinct crinkling sounds underneath her clothes. Wow, she’s REALLY becoming more comfortable wearing, huh? Grabbing her bag, adorned with studs and spikes, she blows me a kiss before heading on her way, which I return in kind. I have the day to myself. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had some “me time.” Now I just had to figure out how to spend it. My mind returns to my earlier train of thought: how should I go about this newly established interrelation? I begin formulating a game plan. “First things first, it’s time for some shopping.” I get up and grab my laptop from its spot on the computer. Entering the password, I watch the screen come to life, opening up to my wallpaper; a picture of me and Roxie from my birthday. My heart fills with a fond nostalgia tied to the memory. I have to make this perfect. I launch the browser and head to my bookmarks, launching up the pages I had saved, never having thought they’d come in use. I know she enjoys the Rebels, so I should probably grab some of those before the stock runs out. I head onto the Reaz website, adding 4 cases to my cart. I should probably get some other options as well. A little variety never hurts. I quickly add a couple of mixed cases to the order as well. Having locked down the Diapers, I scroll through the different categories of Ageplay paraphernalia, adding outfits, bottles, pacifiers, diaper covers, a changing matt, and anything else I think we could use to the order. I click on the cart, barely glancing at the total. Money is of no concern when it comes to this. I’ve never been more glad of my career than I am right now. I enter our address and click on the shipping options, noticing a bit of an issue. Even with the fastest possible option, the order wouldn’t make it here for at least a couple of days. “Well, this may be an issue.” While I have this weekend off, during the weekdays I don’t exactly have an abundance of free time, and I want to have at least a few more moments to spend with my little girl. Regardless, we’re going to need supplies at some point, so I click continue, and I receive a confirmation message for the order. I continue on to the second site of my shopping spree. I watch as the page loads, before showing a wide selection of BDSM centered items, a realm I’m very familiar with. I first view the corporal punishment selections, wondering if I should even grab any. Worst case scenario, they collect dust in a box. I work my way through the various choices of implements available before adding a fair bit to the cart. I continue browsing, adding many miscellaneous items to the cart, already wanting to put some of them to use, though once again I run into the issue of shipping. These too won’t get here for a few days. There has to be a way for me to get at least some stuff for the time being. I think hard, trying my best to recall any options available to me. A lightbulb turns on in my brain. Of course, I just need to give him a call. I pull my phone out of my pocket and hurriedly open my contacts. I don’t have to scroll far until Alex’s name appears on the screen. Is it right for me to ask this of him? After everything, should I even consider this as an option? I don’t have the time to waste on contemplation. I dial the number, and after a few moments, I begin to hear a commotion on the other side. I catch bits of the conversation coming from the speaker. “Hold on Jess,” I hear a deep voice on the other end, commanding the respect I expect from my friend. “Emma’s on the line! I’ll change you in a moment!” I chuckle, imagining just what kind of scene I was interrupting. “Hey Alex, hope I’m not interrupting something.” “Not at all Em! Jessica is just getting a little fussy. You know how she gets when she’s wet,” I hear an annoyed groan from the other end. Jessica clearly didn’t enjoy his teasing remarks. “It’s been a while! How’ve you been? What can I do you for?” “You remember that bag of supplies I left at your place? Well, I need to pick them up pronto.” I hear a loud noise, something between an excited squeal and a delightful yell. “Jess hold on I’m tal…” I hear a brief struggle before Jessica’s voice becomes clear, probably having ripped the phone from her Daddy’s hands. “OH MY GOD EM DID YOU FINALLY FIND ONE?!?!!? YOU DID, DIDN’T YOU??? YOU FOUND A LITTLE!!!! IS IT HER? IT’S TOTALLY GOTTA BE HER!!! I CAN’T WAIT TO MEET HER WE’RE GONNA WATCH SHOWS AND PLAY GAMES AND D…” she’s interrupted by what sounds like a hearty smack on the thigh, a yelp coming out of her mouth. I can hear Alex on the other end again, having regained his control. “That’s enough Jess, don’t bombard her with questions,” he reprimands. “After all, we don’t know anything yet. Sorry Emma, you were saying?” “ I was saying that I need to grab my supplies. Do you remember why I had you hold onto them?” “Yeah, you had your girlfriend moving in, and you didn’t want her to find your stuff. But what does that have to do with…” I can practically hear the gears turning in big old head of his. “Wait, you’re not saying what I think you are, are you? Roxie is a Sub?” “Well, you’re on the right track. Jessica was actually on the right track.” I wait a moment for my revelation to sink in. “No shit! Really? We’re talking about the same Roxie, right? The tall, scary goth who listens to The Cure? That Roxie?” “No, I mean the other woman I’ve been living with. Yes dummy, that Roxie!” as much as I appreciate my dear friend, he can really be a moron at times. “Hey no need for name-calling here, I’m just shocked is all! How did you find out? Spill all the deets, I want to hear everything!” I recap the events, from finding her stash a while back, to the events of yesterday. Our chat, the cuddling, Roxie calling me Mommy, I share the tale, omitting some of the more…sensitive details. Even though we had a pretty open-book friendship, certain things weren't mine to tell. Especially the knee bouncing. Alex patiently waits for the conclusion before speaking. “Wow, that’s just…wow.” He’s such a poet. “Well, I guess congratulations are in order. When’s the baby shower?” “Very funny Alex. Anyway, that’s why I need to grab my stuff. I won’t have a whole lot of time this week, so I want to have some more experiences with her while we’ve got the chance, while it’s still fresh.” “Say no more. I’ve got your bag tucked safely in the closet,” I’m instantly relieved, having half-thought he would’ve misplaced my stuff after all this time. “Plus, if you need any additional supplies for the time being, I have more than enough to spare. Just say the word.” For all the headaches he’s caused me in the past, I still feel so lucky to have such a good friend. Whenever you need him, Alex is there for you in the blink of an eye. “Thank you Alex, I actually could use some things. My bag is essentially just my old BDSM stuff, so if you could spare a pack of diapers you’d be helping me out a ton.” “Not only can I do that, I can do you one better.” I raise my brow, wondering what he could mean. “Do you remember the build I was doing last year? Well, the prototype is sitting in my garage collecting dust. It’s not as fancy as Jess’s, but it’s still a fine bit of work if I do say so myself. I was considering tossing the pieces to the curb, but if you want it, it’s yours.” Is it too early for that? I ponder my next choice of words carefully. For one thing, where would I even put it? I would probably have to clear out the guest bedroom to make space for it. Yet again, when do we even have guests over? Am I going to pass over this incredible opportunity on the off chance my parents randomly decide to show up? No, I’m not going to pass this up. “Alright, I’ll take it, but I’m going to need an extra set of hands. How quickly can you be over?” “Let me change Jess first, and I’ll load the pieces in my truck. I can be there in about an hour if that works for you.” “Alright, just let me know how much I owe you for it all, and I can send some cash your way.” Alex lets out a hearty chuckle. “Don’t worry about that Em, this one is on the house. If you really want to compensate me you can order us some food. Chinese would really hit the spot right about now.” “You’ll never let me pay you for anything, will you? Fine, I’ll place the order now. You going with the usual?” “You know it,” I hear him move away from the phone, talking to Jessica for a moment before returning to the call. “I’ve gotta go, she’s starting to leak. See you soon!” The call ends. I look back at my phone and check the time. It’s currently 11:49. I hope I can get this done before she gets back. I suddenly get a notification, and I check to see that Roxie has texted me. “you won’t believe who was at the card shop.” A second later an Image appears on the screen, showing Roxie next to a short red-haired woman. “it’s beth! turns out she’s an O.G player! we’re gonna play a few rounds. ttyl XOXO” “Thank you, Beth” I think to myself. Knowing how Roxie gets when excited about a topic, I should have more than enough time to see this through. I just hope she likes it. I keep my reply simple. “Kick her butt with Excelsior babe. Would you mind picking up a couple things from the store on your way back? I’ll send you a list. Thank you!” I didn’t actually need anything at the moment, but the errand will give me an extra buffer. *** Whoever invented Uber Eats is a genius. Placing the order through the delivery app will save me a good deal of time, something which is crucial for this crunch time set-up to work. I grab a large trash bag before heading to the guest room, beginning to do as much of the work as I can on my own. Thankfully we’ve kept it rather barren, with just enough furniture for a guest to not feel out of place. Aside from the full-sized bed, the only other large piece of furniture is an old wooden desk; simple, yet sturdy. I can take advantage of that. I get to work deconstructing the bedframe. The couple of screws holding it together are simple enough to remove. The cheap wooden panels fall to the ground, free from the brackets connecting them. I bundle the pieces together in the corner of the room to throw out later. The mattress lays against the wall, awaiting it’s greater purpose. I walk into the closet, taking stock of the random articles of loose clothing strung up on the rack. Most of these I grew out of ages ago, and the ones that do fit are coated in a light layer of dust. On the floor, a few shoe boxes are strewn about, even fewer actually containing shoes. I have to admit, she sure chose a fantastic hiding spot. I haven’t worn a thing here in ages. Opening the bag, I begin stuffing the stuffy rags inside. I’ll drive these to the donation bin in the morning. I do the same with the shoes before tying the bag closed, tossing it right alongside the pieces of the old frame. I look over the room, the open space feeling especially barren. Aside from the desk, the only things taking up space being a small shelving unit, and Roxie’s chest. On to phase 2. I make my way out of the room and down the hallway, stopping in front of the door, hearing a chime from my phone. Your order is arriving in 17 minutes. Terry will leave the food at the door, as requested. I’m glad I don’t need to have an unnecessary interaction, which would waste precious minutes. I open up the supply closet, grabbing a can of latex paint, a couple of rollers, and the paint tray. Returning to the room in progress, I pry open the can and slowly begin to pour, the bright pink tones of the pigments coating the clear plastic. I place the roller inside before bringing it to one of the free walls, applying an even coating along the surface. The work is slow, but I refuse to rush this. A first impression is forever. I get partway through painting the second wall before I hear a loud series of knocks. I figure the food has been delivered and continue rolling, before hearing a second series of knocks. FUCK! I swear Terry, you’re only getting a 10 percent tip! I carefully put down my tools before marching my way towards the door, intent on giving the driver an earful. I swing the door open, my fury quickly draining off my face. At my door stands a man of large stature, his long blond hair hanging behind his head. Dressed casually, he holds a bag of chinese food in one hand, and a couple of duffel bags in the other. I see his teeth behind his goofy grin. “You lost track of time again, right?” Alex remarks, knowing full well my bad habit. *** I pour us each a glass of Merlot, bringing them along with the bottle to the coffee table, wanting to make sure my eager helper is unparched. I sit on the loveseat, allowing Alex his space on the couch. He raises an eyebrow. “Em, I’m not going to bite you know.” “I know, I just prefer some space…” especially after how things ended. Why am I still hung up on the past? Why do I still feel this…space between us. It’s not like either of them did anything wrong. Alex is, and always has been one of my favorite people, Jessica, as well. So why? “Come on Em, let’s eat before it gets cold.” I know how much Alex hates to waste food, so I clear my head and open the takeout container. A burst of steam makes its way towards my face, my nostrils filling with the scent of Lo Mein. I look over to him, equally enamored with the sesame chicken. He glances toward me for a moment before returning his gaze to the food. He feels the tension now. I pick up my wine glass, taking a large gulp. I’m going to need more of this. *** I double over in my seat, laughing harder than I have in a good while. It didn’t take long for our repertoire to return. The wine probably has something to do with it. Our containers lay empty on the table as well as our glasses. “And then she said ‘I thought the cover would keep the water out!’ What a sight!” I let out a snorty chuckle, remembering well how much Jessica’s diaper had swelled up. Why that girl thought she could go in the pool like that I’ll never know. “I still remember how panicked you were when she sat down! Sap went everywhere!” “Yeah, the cleanup was a bitch I’ll tell you what!” Alex continues to laugh, the wave of nostalgia having washed over the both of us. “God Alex how I’ve missed your jokes! It’s been way too long.” Alex looks at me with a smile, before a melancholic state befalls him. Good job Emma, way to kill the mood. “I wish it wouldn’t have been that way.” he takes a deep breath, trying to hide his sorrow to the best of his ability. I hate seeing him this way, and knowing I’m at fault makes it worse. “Don’t get me wrong, I know why you decided to stop playing with us, and I understand. You and Roxie started dating, and you didn’t want to split your life between one of normality, and the one with us. You didn’t want her knowing about the weirdos, and I get it.” His words cut deep into my heart. It pained me to hear him speak like that, and in all honesty, it made me a bit angry. “Alex, you and I know it was much more than that! You know as well as I what she was going through when we met!” my voice continues to rise. “And I just got done telling you she has even more trauma! How could I do that to her?!?” Stop! Stop getting angry! Don’t do this! I try my hardest to calm my rising emotions, but they’re out of my control. I stand up, continuing on with my verbal outburst. “What was I supposed to say Alex!?! ‘Hey Roxie, I know you’ve just got out of an abusive relationship, but by the way, I’ve been in a polyamorous relationship?!?’ What the fuck kind of right do you have to judge me?!? It fucking killed me Alex, but she needed stability! FUCK!!!” Tears stream down my eyes. I don’t know what’s worse. How I just took my emotions out on one so dear to me, or the fact that I did so after asking him to come here. He’s doing me a favor, and I repay him by spitting in his face. How horrible am I? Alex stands up, closing the rather short distance between us. Here’s the part where he tells me how awful I’m being. I was not expecting him to wrap his arms around me. “I’m sorry Em. I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad. I just miss you. We miss you.” I continue to cry, the water from my eyes dropping onto his chest. “I completely understand, and I’m not judging you. Roxie needed you, I know that. You love that girl more than I’ve seen any other person love someone, and she needed to heal. She needed YOU to heal. Both me and Jessica know why you left, but you could’ve stayed in touch more you know. I’m still your friend. Jessica is still your friend. More than anything, she wanted you to find someone who could make you feel complete. She always knew being a Mommy was a part of you, and she didn’t want you to lose that…even if she wasn’t a part of it anymore. Regardless, the both of us are here for you, and that won’t ever change.” I do the only thing I can do. I wail. I can’t contain these emotions any longer, though I wish I could. I’m supposed to be the strong one. The account manager who gets the job done. The girlfriend who maintains her composure. The Mommy that knows exactly how to handle things. And here I am, bawling my eyes out. But it’s all I can do at the moment, and so, I wail. *** I don’t know how much time has passed, but I’ve finally gotten it all out. I feel heavy, but at the same time, lighter. That’s the thing with negative emotions; you don’t realize how much atrophy that kind of darkness places upon you until it’s gone. I look up at Alex, seeing his warm, dumb grin staring back at me. “Feeling any better? It’s alright if you need a moment.” “No, I’m fine now, really. Thank you. Alex, I’m sorry, I was completely out of line. You’ve always been there for me, and I’ve treated you horribly. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?” He gives me a quick squeeze before releasing me from the soothing embrace. “No apology needed Em, just promise me one thing. Keep us in the loop this time around will you? You’re not in this alone. I said before Jessica and I are here for you, and I meant it.” I smile at him, unsure of what I’ve done to deserve such kindness. I give him a nod, trying to show how grateful I am by looking into his eyes, conveying it without words. “Alright, now that we’ve gotten our messy emotions out there, let’s get down to business! I’ll bring the pieces inside, while you check and make sure Roxie doesn’t walk in on us getting it ready.” Alex briskly walks out the door, leaving it open to make his job easier. I pull my phone out and check the time. Damn, it’s already 5:19. Huh, now that I think about it, she should be back by now. I open my messages and see several missed texts. Shit, I hope she’s not on her way back, I still need to finish painting. I read her texts, and though it takes me a moment to decipher the garbled mess of words, once I do I breath a sigh of relief. “Hey mommy, bet and I stopedd fro drinkks on th way back. Dan’t wOrry, I’lk take ab ubber bAck. I lovee you MomY!@! Damn, she’s sloshed. Good news is we’ve got enough time to finish. Bad news is there’s no way we’ll be playing our little game tonight. I bet she forgot that I asked her to go to the store too. Oh well, it was just an excuse to buy time anyway, and she doesn’t get to go out and have fun like that often, so I can’t be too mad at her. Before I know it, Alex is back at the door, carefully working the wooden pieces through the doorframe. He looks at me, his dufus-like grin having returned. “Alright, we’ve got a Nursery to finish! Now where do you want me to set up the crib?” 3 Link to comment
Little Lamb Posted March 14 Share Posted March 14 Glad I got to read this last chapter just as it came out. ^^ I'll surelly be keeping up with the story. Although some details don't add up for me on the long run. Cultural bias maybe? I must say the narrative really hooked me, it's earnest, optimist, cute, and really fun. Also, the way you handle voice in the text is awesome. It's really obvious who's PoV we're reading without being tedious or too overt. 1 Link to comment
sklawlor Posted March 15 Share Posted March 15 this story gets better and better. i can't wait to read more. 1 Link to comment
CallMeYour_Rin Posted March 15 Author Share Posted March 15 14 hours ago, Little Lamb said: Glad I got to read this last chapter just as it came out. ^^ I'll surelly be keeping up with the story. Although some details don't add up for me on the long run. Cultural bias maybe? I must say the narrative really hooked me, it's earnest, optimist, cute, and really fun. Also, the way you handle voice in the text is awesome. It's really obvious who's PoV we're reading without being tedious or too overt. Thank you for the kind words. I'm glad you've been enjoying it so far! I am leaving a few details about the characters out on purpose, for both pacing and narrative reasons, but it's my hope that by the end of the next few chapters, the stage is completely set, so to speak. I'm glad you were able to follow along with the PoV switch, as that was one of the things I was hoping to make as clear as possible. 2 hours ago, sklawlor said: this story gets better and better. i can't wait to read more. Well don't you worry, cause more is on the way! In fact, I've just finished chapter 5. It will take me a bit to format it, but it should be posted in about 30 minutes. I hope you enjoy what's to come! Link to comment
CallMeYour_Rin Posted March 15 Author Share Posted March 15 Alright, it's finally time for chapter 5. This one was actually a ton of fun to write, and I hope you all get a kick out of it. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 5: Duels and Debacles (CW: Harassment, Drinking) June 3rd, 2023. 10:33am I pull into the open parking spot, thanking the gods that one so close to the entrance was available. The vehicle makes a rumble as it comes to a stop. I turn off the engine, having to yank the key out of the ignition. My old 2001 Honda Civic, lovingly named Susie, has served me well over the years. She still gets me to where I need to go, but her age has begun to show. It takes her longer to start, and longer to stop. Still, though, the reliable girl keeps cranking on. I reach into the glove compartment, pulling out my hidden pack of cigarettes. I should be quitting. But the nicotine is too good. Placing the filter between my lips, a flick of my zippo is all it takes for the tobacco to ignite. A lengthy drag fills my tungs with the poison, releasing that sweet dopamine to my brain. I exhale, a toxic cloud beginning to fill the interior of the car. I sigh in equal parts of satisfaction and disappointment. Addiction is a funny thing. Most people think that addicts, in any form, must have a lack of self-control, or just enjoy their vices too much to stop. That could very well be the case for some, but things aren’t always so black and white. I hate the fact that I smoke. I think it’s awful. I wish, more than anything, that I could quit, but time and time again I find myself with another cig in my mouth. The need becomes too strong without one. Maybe one day I can finally break this cycle. Maybe I’ll look into getting one of those vape things to help me quit. But for now, I smoke and feel the release. Speaking of release. I let my bladder flow into my diaper, swelling up a fair amount. You’d think that I would be scared to death by heading out into public while wearing. I know a massive fear of many littles is the idea of being spotted in public, but I’ve never cared about the opinions of those I’ll never meet again. Besides, anyone who looks at me will already make their own preconceptions of my gothic attire. As much as it pisses me off, the stereotype of the “Goth Domme” gives me a sense of camouflage. Horny bastards will just assume I’m some type of Dominatrix. Those conformist pricks would never guess I’m wearing something so far away from their fetishistic ideals. I step out of the car door, feeling the warm summer breeze against my skin, flowing through the mesh around my semi-exposed skin. I take one more puff before tossing the death stick on the ground, extinguishing the embers and ash beneath my boots. I strut towards the entrance of the mall, feeling the weight between my legs, the telltale crinkle inaudible to those who aren’t paying attention. As it turns out, nobody is listening to the sounds coming from your person. Everyone else is caught up only in what’s on the surface, not even sparing a passing thought to what lies beyond. I walk through the automatic doors into the dimly lit entrance. The Velvet Square Mall has seen better days. Once a bustling source of revenue, it now stands in its grave, awaiting the final coup de grâce. I pass what used to be a Bed Bath & Beyond, now a shuttered reminder of the past. Making my way to the food court, I look over the measly options before deciding that coffee will suffice. I walk straight up to the counter and am met with my barista. “Hey there beautiful, what can I get for you?” Goddess, not another flirt. I look him over, gaining a sense of what kind of douche I’m dealing with. Everything about how he presents himself just screams “I don’t care, but I want YOU to care.” He’s the type of guy who expects you to fawn over his high-top fade and forget about his wrinkled t-shirt and bad breath. The stench of cheap cologne, the kind you get in the clearance section of the pharmacy, has been overapplied, most likely in an attempt to cover up the fact that he hasn’t showered in days. The stench is truly appalling. His name tag has “TYLER” in what resembles chicken scratch. Even his nametag is half-assed. “Just a Mocha Iced Latte, please.” I try to give him the least amount of dialogue possible, not wanting to waste more time with his poor attempts at flirting. He doesn’t seem to get the memo though. “I figured a hot little goth like you would like her coffee black, you know, with all that darkness…and stuff.” Fucking Christ, he’s the dense type, isn’t he? “Just the latte, and hurry it up I’m running late.” I know I have plenty of time to spare, but he doesn’t. No matter how much of a fuckboy he is, everyone who works in customer service dreads the thought of a customer bitching them out to the manager. I don’t usually like to fuck with a service worker, knowing that pain myself, but for “Tyler” I’ll make an exception. I watch him hurry his ass to the espresso machine, not wanting to risk the dreaded “write-up” that these types of corporate joints love dispensing. I pretend to check my phone, not wanting to give him a chance to jump back in. He comes back to the counter a few moments later, drink in hand. “Here you are ma’am, got that latte for you.” I can see that fake ass grin of his has returned. “How much do I owe you?” Tyler looks me up and down, that twinkle in his eye telling me exactly what form of payment he wishes he could ask for. “For you baby, no charge. This one is on the house. Here’s your receipt. Hope you come again.” He winks at me, and I can feel myself wanting to throw up. I snatch the receipt from his hand and begin storming off. To add insult to injury, this dick even wrote his number on it. “call me sometime beautiful!” I turn around and catch him staring at me, and I take great pleasure in watching that grin fall as I tear the receipt in half, leaving the pieces on the ground for him to sweep up. *** I smell the scent of incense as I walk into one of my favorite places in this cruel world; The Rythem Oasis. I sip my mocha-filled refreshment as I look around the shop. Two shelves run down the middle of the record store, containing more music than I could listen to in multiple lifetimes, let alone this one. The dreamcatchers hanging from the ceiling always manage to tap into the spiritual side of me. The blue lighting doesn’t hurt either. You could almost reach out and grab the energy in the place. By the front of the store, the counter is adorned with crystals and charms galore. Behind it, a familiar face welcomes me inside. “Roxie, you’ve got impeccable timing,” Soma is a sight for sore eyes. It’s nice to see a friendly face today. Their hair, dyed with seemingly every color under the sun, looks impeccable in the soft tones of the store’s lighting. The way it seems to take on these unique tones leaves me with a sense of awe every time I see it. Their outfit stands in stark contrast, consisting of a black long-sleeve shirt and matching jeans. The only other sense of color in their ensemble belongs to their nails, adorned by the shades of the non-binary flag. “You asked me to hold on to anything I thought you might like, and I’ve got just the thing.” Soma reaches down behind the counter, pulling up a small item covered in a thin black cloth. Always one for a dramatic reveal. My suspense is building, wondering what could be worth such a grand display. They remove the covering, and my eyes cannot handle the sheer beauty revealed. “Tinderbox on Cassette?!? No way! That’s so sick!” They bring their head back and laugh, their hair swaying at the moment. “Look closer Rox. What do you see?” Am I missing something? I flip the box over and check out the cover art. It’s definitely Tinderbox, and I can tell that it’s an original release, not a reproduction. And then I spot it. “SHE SIGNED IT? Holy shit Soma, this is a treasure!” I grab their hands, giving my best puppy dog eyes. “I neeeeeeed it!” Soma pulls away, checking the polish on their hands. “Easy girl, you’re going to ruin my nails,” They give me a cheeky grin. “So I willing to guess that you’re interested?” “Soma, I would literally give you my soul for that cassette,” My soul is cheap though, and a precious relic like that is probably going to cost me. “How much is this gonna run me?” “Well, it is a collectible, and signed by the lead singer no less,” Oh great, they’re going for the hard sell. “So how does 5 dollars sound?” Damn, I knew it…wait, did they say 5 bucks? I look at Soma, waiting for the punchline to this cruel joke. “Come on, for real, what's the cost?” “5 bucks. I just got a shipment of assorted tapes, and this one came inside. I guess the seller didn’t know what they had, or maybe they figured there wasn’t a market for signed cassettes. Either way, even marking up the cost I spent, I could sell each cassette for 5 bucks and still make money.” “But you know how much that’s worth to the right circles Soma. Why not make the full value off of it?” It doesn’t make any sense to me. I once saw Soma sell a used Smashmouth CD to a customer for 20 bucks, which I think was criminal. They should’ve paid the customer to remove that garbage from the shop. “Oh trust me, if I was selling to anyone else I could get an arm and a leg, but there’s been a lack of fresh faces lately, and besides being my friend, you’re also a regular. Plus, I do owe you for getting my Blue Eyes White Dragon deck up to snuff, so how about we just call it even?” Oh Soma, I could hug you right now. “Alright, I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Here.” I pull a crisp Lincoln out of my purse and hand it to my savior. “Speaking of, you plan on stopping by Wizards & Monsters later? I’m going to look for some Metal Reflect Slimes, and I could use a victim to test my deck on.” “You do know that you’re never going to make Exodia by stalling like that, right?” They really know how to rain on my parade. “Ever since Pot of Greed was banned, Exodia has been unviable.” “It’s not the success of the match that matters to me Soma, it’s that thrill of achievement, and when I finally find that perfect combo it’s going to be game over! So are you coming?” Soma shakes his head. “I wish I could, but my part-timer quit yesterday, and until I can find a replacement, I’ve got to be at the store.” “Damn, that’s a bummer. I hope you find someone soon. It’s not the same without you losing to my Dark Magician Girl Dragon Knight.” “Oh, in your dreams bitch.” I laugh at the banter. Soma knows they might just be the single person who can call me that. Others have tried of course, but they’ve only ever gotten through half the word before my palm shuts them up. “Don’t worry, I’ve got a couple of interviews lined up, so I’ll be back to kicking your ass in no time!” I wave goodbye as I walk out of the “oasis”, clenching my prize with joy. I’m sure I’ll be popping the tape into my deck and running out the fragile spools, but that’s not what's important. Nothing lasts forever. It’s what you do with things that give them meaning. *** I gulp down the rest of my coffee before throwing the cup in the bin. By now, I had almost forgotten about my special underwear, but the growing urge within me quickly reminds me of its presence. Should I just let go? It’s not like anybody will know. I know I’ve already wet once, and while these diapers have a solid capacity, it isn’t limitless, and I’m currently without a change. I decide to hold it and continue to my destination. Wizards & Monsters has become something of a haven for the local nerd community. While it’s not the biggest store around, the quality of the products far outweighs the dip in quantity. As soon as I walk inside, the bright lighting inside makes my eyes water, having to adjust from the dimness of the rest of the mall. Right in front of the door is the checkout desk, doubling as registration for any local events. A glass case surrounds the cash registers on all 4 sides, playing host to traded-in cards from the most popular games. On the top side of the glass, cases of booster packs stand out, inviting you to try your luck at getting that new card you wanted, or maybe just to possibly give your deck a little extra oomph. A bulletin board in front of the desk gives customers a chance to learn about the different services offered. They tend to cater to a rather large variety of gamers and geeks, from hosting fighting game tournaments to local TCG matches. To the right of the desk, you can see rows of tables set up for the public to use most nights, only benign reserved for scheduled events. A few CRT TVs sit off to the side, in scaling states of condition. To the left of the desk, you can find a few bookshelves, stocked with a range of comics, manga, tabletop games, and even a small collection of light novels. I walk straight up to the glass cases, trying to find any cards I can add to my current project deck. I browse the cards available, spotting a couple of cards I could potentially incorporate, as well as as well as the Metal Slimes I was looking for. In fact, I wonder if…yes they do! I spot a pair of Egyptian God Slimes. While not the strongest monsters in Yu-Gi-Oh, their effect can make for pretty good stalling, and Mound of the Bound Creator can help keep them alive for longer, as well as making my opponent take a life point penalty for destroying them. “Excuse me, can I get these cards here please?” I ask the clerk, a rather lanky guy I’ve seen around here once or twice, but still don’t know the name of. I read his tag. Dave! Dang girl, you need to start remembering shit better. “Of course miss, which cards are you interested in?” I point to my choices and he carefully removes them from the case. He places them in front of me to inspect, wanting to make sure I’m happy with the quality. I look over the cards, which look nearly impeccable. “These work for you?” “Yes, thank you, Dave. Oh and real quick, do you have any Exodia Incarnates in stock?” He thinks for a moment. You don’t see too many Incarnates out in the wild despite its relatively low price, so I don’t get my hopes up. “Actually, I think we just took a couple of those in. I don’t believe we put them in the system yet, but I can go to the backroom and check if you don’t mind waiting.” Today is the greatest day ever! “Take your time Dave, I don’t mind waiting.” He gives me a polite smile before making his way to the back. While waiting, I take a glance around the store, noticing a surprising lack of customers, even for this mall. In fact, I might just be the only person in the store right now. I pull out my phone to pass the time until Dave’s return. *** I begin tapping my leg, not from impatience, but from my growing desperation. The need for my bladder to release is getting exponentially larger by each passing minute. What in the hell is Dave doing back there? Is he making the damn card? I continue scrolling through my socials, trying my hardest to not focus on the need to pee. I finally find something to distract me, a review of classic JRPGs, and get absorbed into the witty banter of the online personality. I’m jolted away from my distraction though as I feel a hand on my shoulder. I quickly turn to my side, my body going into autopilot from the unannounced contact. I’m even more shocked by just who was touching me. I feel my diaper becoming soaked, the shock having destroyed my focus on the hold, as I look at the last person I’d expect to be in a card shop. Beth’s curly red hair is done in a ponytail, rather than the long, styled look I’d see at the office, and the sight of a sundress makes for a completely different look. I’m not used to seeing her outside of a button-up shirt and work pants, so the casual attire takes me a second to get used to. “Roxie? Omg Hi!” she wraps me in a hug, clearly not expecting to see me here. She looks down at the glass case, my new cards still on display. “I didn’t know you were into Yu-Gi-Oh! That’s so awesome!” “Damn Beth, you almost gave me a heart attack,” I let out a sigh, glad to not be dealing with some creep touching me. “What are you doing here?” She reaches into her white purse and pulls out an old deck protector, adorned with light scratches across the surface. “I came here looking to see if any events were going on. It’s been a while since I’ve played, and I had a hankering to relive my glory days.” Out of all the explanations I was expecting, Beth being a TCG player wasn’t even in the top 20. Could I see her maybe grabbing some comics? Yeah, they’re kind of mainstream at the moment. Hell, I would’ve even guessed she was picking up Manga before her playing Yu-Gi-Oh. I guess it goes to show, you can’t always make assumptions about a person. “Wow, no kidding? How long has it been since you’ve played?” “Well…you could say it’s been a while.” She opens the deck up and spreads the cards out on the countertop. Wow, it HAS been a while. Her deck is a classic, but heavily outdated Gravekeeper deck. You can tell the deck has been well loved, the plastic beginning to peel from the card sleeves. She’s probably had this deck since she was in school. “So, what do you think? Still up to snuff?” I can see she’s proud of her creation, and I hate that I’m going to have to be the one to break the bad news. Thankfully, Dave finally returns, my prized Exodia cards in hand. “Sorry for the wait, I had to put them into the inventory list. Is there anything else I can help you with?” I get a fantastic idea. Sometimes, failure is the best teacher. I turn to Beth, a devilish grin on my face. “Wanna play a few rounds?” “Sure, why not! I’ve got to warn you though, I’m not going to go easy on you just cause we’re friends.” Oh Beth, you poor, innocent soul. “Alright, let's do it! I just have to do one thing first.” I grab my phone off the counter and open up my camera app. “What’re you doing?” “I’m sending a pic to Emma. She’s not going to believe this one. Now lean in close!” *** “I move to Attack Phase and Attack using my 2 Egyptian God Slimes. Resolve?” I know I have her in checkmate. “Awe man, that’s the third round in a row! GGs Roxie, I guess I need to start constructing a new deck.” she looks down at her cards, disappointed by their failure to perform. “Don’t feel too bad Beth, you did surprisingly well, especially with such an old deck.” I’m a little disappointed myself though. Even after the addition of my new purchases, I still only had 3 pieces of Exodia in my hand. Someday Exodia, I will draw all 5 of your cards, and victory will be mine!!! “You wanna go again?” Beth declines my offer for a rematch. “Sorry, but I don’t think my self-esteem can handle another loss right now,” She packs up her deck, much happier than I’ve ever seen her at work. “Don’t worry, I’ll get my run back once I catch up to the meta.” Oof, that’s a Sisyphean task. While collecting my cards, I realize that I can finally talk to her about work the other day. “By the way, I wanted to apologize about Friday. I shouldn’t have been so pissed about the Excel doc, but Tom’s been breathing down my back about the workflow. It’s not your fault though, and I’m sorry if I made you feel that way.” “No worries Roxie, seriously I get it,” I’m relieved that she’s not holding a grudge. “Tom can be such an Asshole. Like, he complains all the time about my quota, but I didn’t even sign on to do data!” she continues ranting about our manager. “I think he’s just insecure about the fact that he got passed up the promotion.” “Either that, or he’s got a small dick and compensates by shitting on his employees.” that gets a laugh out of her. “Damn Roxie, way to go for the throat! Hey, I’ve got a couple hours of free time left. Wanna grab a drink?” Wait, she actually wants to get drinks with me? Hell yes! Wait, play it cool, and don’t spazz out. “Sure, why not! There’s a neat little bar at the end of the mall. But you buy the first round. Call it my victory fee.” *** June 4th, 2023. 12:14am I hop out of the Uber, trying to get my balance on the spinning ground. “Thank you mister Uber Man! Sorry for throwing up on your window, I..I’ll tip you a million bucks!” I can hear him vaguely mutter something under his breath before I close the door. I stumble my way up the steps and to the door, fumbling my key into the lock. “Come on mister key, you don’t want me to sleep on the lawn right?” After a few minutes of attempting to get the key in the door, I finally achieved success. “YES! Thank you mister key! I’m gonna…I’ll tip you a million too!” I walk into the dark living room before attempting to kick off my boots. After much struggle, I manage to get one free, but it slips through my hands, crashing into the wall. “QUIET BOOTS! We don’t wanna wake up Emmas!” I lift my other leg up, trying with all my might to remove the other shoe. In my daze, I fall back and land on my rear, the sodden diaper making a massive squelch in the process. “Lol, oops!” I begin laughing at my own state, too drunk to care about the wetness dripping slightly into the carpet. I’m flashbanged as the light turns on, blinding me for a moment before my vision returns. I fucking hate the light, stupid asshole. I rub my eyes and clear my vision, and I can see Emma approaching me, wearing only her robe. “Oh hey Em, sorry was I being too loud. I told the boots to be quiet!” I can see her standing there, arms crossed, looking unamused. “Roxie, do you have ANY idea what time it is?” she points to the clock, which I can just barely manage to decipher. 12:19? Damn, how I hate time. “Sorry Emma, but Beth invited me out for drinks! She’s soooooo cool!!! She’s a big ol’ nerd, but she’s so cool! She’s got two boyfriends! That’s so cool! And she called me her friend, even after…even after I was mean to her at work. It’s all Tom’s fault with his tiny dick! Did I tell you how cool she is!” Emma looks me up and down, taking in my intoxicated state. “Okay missy, you’re drunk, yelling, and leaking on my carpet. Let’s get you to bed alright?” “Okay mommy, I just…I gotta get up here,” she takes my hand and guides me to my feet, a hard task with my single shoe remaining. She begins guiding me to the bedroom before I feel the result of 7 Vodka sodas coming back up. “Em, I gotta…Imma puke.” “Oh shit! Just hold on a sec, I’ll get you to the toilet.” she makes a sharp turn, not helping my current situation, and quickly opens the bathroom door. I trip over my own feet, but manage to retain my footing long enough to make it to the porcelain throne. What can only be described as a wave of bile and booze makes its way into the bowl. I can feel Emma holding onto my hair, attempting to keep it vomit free. “I…I think that’s the last of…nope.” The second wave comes out, but it seems like my stomach is finally free of the vile combination. “Okay, now that’s the last of it! That’s the last time I try to keep up with Beth.” I rest my head on the lip of the bowl for a moment, trying to satiate the nausea. I can feel a bit of my senses returning to me, alerting me of my need to pee. I’m on the toilet, so I’ll just go. Mommy will be so proud of me! What I failed to realize is that my face is laying on the bowl, not my lap. I can feel the warmth leak from my diaper, trickling down my legs and forming a puddle between my knees. “Dammit Rox! Now I’ve got to clean that up!” Oh no, Mommy’s mad at me. Did I do something bad? I feel the tears quickly build up, and before I know it, I’m bawling my eyes out. “I..I’M SORRY MOMMY!!! I WAS TRYING TO USE THE POTTY!” I can feel the streams falling from my eyes. I’m such a mess. Emma crouches down, careful to avoid the puddle of urine on the tile, and begins to comfort me. “I’m sorry baby don’t cry, I’m not mad at you. I was just stressed. Ssshhh. Ssshhh.” I allow her to comfort me for a moment more. I finally feel her let go, and I already miss her embrace. “God Em, you look so sexy right now! I love you so much.” I begin leaning towards her for a kiss, but I feel her gently push me back. “I love you too Roxie, but you’ve got vomit on your lip. Let’s get you changed and ready for bed.” 4 Link to comment
CallMeYour_Rin Posted March 18 Author Share Posted March 18 Quick Update Hello, I just wanted to give you all a quick update on the next chapter. The work on chapter 6 is coming along nicely, and I should be finished with it shortly. I'm taking my time with writing this one, as it may just be the most important chapter so far. As of right now, the word count for chapter 6 is already over 5 thousand words, and I'm still not finished. As you can imagine, it took a fair amount of time to write this one, but I'm nearing the end of it, so I ask only that you remain patient for just a bit longer. With my current pace, it should be up and ready at some point today, so please stay tuned. Thank you in advance, and I hope you're looking forward to chapter 6. Link to comment
CallMeYour_Rin Posted March 18 Author Share Posted March 18 Chapter 6: Terms & Conditions June 4th, 2023. 10:44am What am I going to do with that girl? Going out for a couple drinks was one thing, but to get drunk to the point of puking her guts out was another. Along with the stench of cheap booze, I could smell that she’d been smoking throughout the day. I know Roxie’s trying her hardest to quit, but she knows how much I hate those awful things. She didn’t even text me that she was coming back so late. Not to mention she ended up taking an Uber home, meaning she had to have left her car overnight in the parking lot. She took an Uber, drunk and alone. Does she know how dangerous that could’ve been? What if the driver wasn’t an upstanding citizen? What if he…he could have hurt her! And she would’ve been powerless to stop him. For someone so smart, she did something incredibly stupid. I know I shouldn’t be too hard on her, but I can’t help feeling a tad disappointed. After all the work me and Alex did getting the Nursery all setup, I’d at least hoped I could show off all of our hard work, but instead, I ended up worrying about whether she’d even be able to make it back home. I think back to the evening prior, ruminating on the advice Alex had given me before taking off. *** I watched as Alex slid the rails up into place before wiping the sweat from his brow. The crib truly was a work of art. The white posts of the frame made for a great compliment to the baby-pink walls, which have long since dried. “There we go! That oughta do it! I’ve got to say, I think Roxie is going to be happy with the beaut.” “I agree, and it’s all thanks to you. You’ve outdone yourself with this one. Your craftsmanship is truly second to none.” He smiles at me, happy to have his hard work recognized. I look over the rest of the Nursery. While a tad unfurnished, it will more than do for now. On the wall next to the door, adjacent to the crib, the old wood desk has been given new life. Now with a fresh coat of paint, it matches the theme of the rest of the room. On top of the surface, a white, plastic mat has been placed, fitting perfectly over the old writing space, turning it into a beautiful changing table. On the leftmost wall, the shelves have been cleared of the old knickknacks and replaced with rows of diapers, some changing supplies, and the couple of outfits from Roxie’s trunk. I’ve got to thank him again for the extra packs, and the plastic pad was an awesome bonus. In the corner of the room, a small wooden chair sits as the final piece of furniture. “It may come in handy for reading bedtime stories,” I had reasoned. Aside from that, the room mostly lay empty for now, at least until my orders arrive. The only other item, my duffel bag of goodies, is tucked safely in the closet. “Thanks again for your help Alex, I couldn’t have done it without you. Are you sure I can’t pay you?” “Em, I’m insulted you’d even ask! Just think of this one as a free sample. If you’re satisfied, let me make some other pieces for you in the future, and we’ll call it even.” Alex, we’ll never be even after today. We begin making our way back to the living room, exhausted, but our work complete. “Do you want to stay a little bit longer? You can always hang out for a bit if you want.” “Sorry, but I’ve got to get back to Jessica. I promised her I’d watch this “Owl Place” show or something, and I’ve still gotta make us dinner.” The job of a CG never ends. “I’m sure she and Roxie would get along swimmingly. I got sucked into watching She-Ra with her yesterday, and she actually turned me into a fan, if you could believe it.” “We should get them together for a playdate sometime. After the two of you have had some time to settle into your roles of course.” I walk Alex over to the door. As he begins to step out into the world, he stops for a moment, turning to me like he wants to say something of importance. “Emma, can I give you two pieces of advice.?” I notice the seriousness in his voice, catching me off guard from his deviation from his usually upbeat manner of speech. `“Go ahead, I’m all ears.” He takes a second. My best guess is, he’s trying to figure out how to get his point across. “First, I just want to let you know, from my own experience, don’t wait too long to set the boundaries of your positions. I know everything is fresh and exciting right now, but you’re going to have to sit down with her at some point and figure out exactly how far you both are willing to go. Is this a fun thing to do on the weekends, or does she want a more TPE-like relationship? Does she like want to be punished? What are her hard limits? I know you know her better than anybody, but you’ve still got to talk about this with her, and the sooner the better.” He’s completely right. I should have discussed all of this with her before we even began playing with each other. I guess I just got caught up in being able to be a Mommy again, but even so, I’ve failed to practice perhaps the most important value of any BDSM relationship: Communication. I’ll fix that before we play next. “Okay, noted. What’s your second piece of advice?” “You don’t have to do this right away, but you should consider telling Roxie about your relationship with me and Jess. She may be fine with knowing, or she may be a bit off-put, but I know one thing for sure; If she finds out that you hid this from her, she’ll be hurt much more than if you just told her the truth.” I feel like I’m sinking to the bottom of the ocean, the weight of expectation is almost crushing. I had always imagined that I would take that part of me to the grave. Never did I imagine I would have to tell her about my Polyamorus past, or the fact that I ended it so I could take care of her. How would she even take it? I mean, it’s not like she’s a close-minded person, far from it. I can still hear her quoting her favorite phrase in my mind. “Love is Love, no matter the form.” Yet, this is a different matter altogether. I can’t know how she’s going to take it, but I do know that Alex is correct. I do have to tell her at some point. “Okay Alex, I’ll…I’ll talk to her, I promise.” He reassures me with a smile. “Alright with that note, I’m off. Oh, one last thing,” Oh no, what is he going to tell me now? I don’t think my heart can take more stress. “You and I both know that a good chunk of Littles are open to the idea of multiple play partners. So on the off chance that she is of the open persuasion, know that Jessica and I are both open to the idea of a Quad. No pressure though, just think of it as an open offer. If you two decide it’s not for you, that’s understandable, and we’re totally fine with remaining friends. Alright Em, see ya later!” He closes the door before I can even begin to think of a response to that. DAMN YOU ALEX! I can’t even begin to process this right now. Returning to Poly? After all this time? Is that even really an option? Okay Emma, think about this later. You’ve got a job to do. You’ve got to talk to Roxie. I plant myself on the couch, resolving myself to talk with her tonight, so we might be able to spend all of tomorrow enjoying our defined roles; that of Mommy and Little. *** Yeah, too bad she came back wasted. There was no chance at any sort of meaningful conversation, due to her state. I had just barely managed to get her changed and to wash her mouth before she was passed out in bed. I bet she’s gonna have a hell of a hangover. Alex was right though, I have to set our terms, and it has to be today. *** I am NEVER drinking again. I can feel the consequences of my overconsumption as I open my eyes, a throbbing in my skull making me wish I never even thought of having a drink. I roll over on my side and look at the nightstand. On it sits a note, a glass of water, and 3 Tylenol. Picking up the piece of paper, I recognize Emma’s handwriting. “Here, you’re going to need these. Come out once the headache subsides, we need to talk about a couple things. I love you.” Curious about the message, but eager to relieve the pain, I quickly pop the pills into my mouth, washing it down with the room-temperature water. I wonder what she wants to talk about. I didn’t do anything to upset her last night…right? All I remember is getting out of the Uber, then…fuck. I didn’t actually do that, right? I pull back the covers, looking down at my naked form. Emma must have removed my clothes before helping me to bed. I look down at my waist, the plain white diaper evidence of the change being reality. I remember everything now, and I pull the covers over my head, trying to hide my shame from the world. *** As much as I wish to the contrary, nobody can hide from the world forever. As soon as I feel the pain reside, I carefully get to my feet, quickly throwing a simple black v-neck and jeans on before exiting the room. I walk down the hallway into the kitchen, the bright morning light making my eyes dilate. I can see Emma sitting at the table, typing away on her laptop. I sit down, the noise of pulling the chair out finally gaining her attention. “So, you had a hell of a night, didn’t you?” I feel a deep-seated sense of shame. I should’ve known better than to drink that much, and Emma shouldn't have had to be the one to deal with the aftermath. Taking care of a drunk person was already a hard task, but having to take care of a drunk girl that’s leaking out of her diaper? It wasn’t right. I wish I could take it all back, but all I can do for now is apologize “Em, I’m so sorry you had to deal with me last night, I promise I…” I’m cut off by her holding up her hand, pausing me in my tracks. “Roxie, I never have to ‘deal’ with you, so get those thoughts out of your head. While I wasn’t exactly thrilled to have to clean up after your little accident, it honestly wasn’t that big of a deal. I’m glad you and Beth got to have some fun, and I’m not going to shame you for having a few too many drinks. The only thing that bothers me is that you didn’t think to text me to pick you up. You put yourself into a risky situation by taking that ride,” She’s right of course. In my drunken stupor, I would have been powerless to do anything if the worst came to pass. You really fucked up Rox. I feel disgusted by myself and my actions, like the things that could’ve happened are stuck to my skin. I silently wait for her to continue talking. “So next time, please text me if you’re not getting a ride back from someone you know. I’d much rather have to drive at night than to…to see you hurt.” I’m such an idiot. I bury my head into my arms on the table, letting the tears fall silently onto the mahogany. I look up at Emma, not knowing how I could even face her right now, but I have to try. “You’re completely right Em, it was stupid and dangerous. I guess I just got caught up in the night to even think about it. I’m so sorry.” She places her hand on mine, squeezing it gently as I let out my last few tears. “Apology accepted my love. Just…maybe learn to pace yourself a bit better. Having fun is one thing, but drinking till you’re sick isn’t healthy. Just a bit of moderation goes a long way.” I give her a small nod. After last night, I don’t think I’ll be drinking for a long time, but I promise myself to take it easy if the future changes. Emma glances at her laptop for a second returning her attention to me. “Now, since that’s out of the way, there’s something we need to talk about. We need to talk about our ‘playtime’, and our roles within.” What does she mean by ‘talk about our roles’? Haven’t we already labeled ourselves as ‘Little’ and ‘Mommy’? I sit up in my seat, wanting to pay full attention to what she means. “I’m a little confused Em, but go on. What do you mean by ‘our roles’ exactly?” “Well, just as there are countless types of people in the world, there are also countless ways for us to explore Ageplay, each with their own quirks. For example, one Little may enjoy just acting like an infant, wearing diapers, and sucking on a pacifier. However, another Little may prefer pull-ups, or maybe doesn’t wear protection at all. The goal of this talk is to discuss the specifics, so that the next time we engage in play, we can both rest assured that the actions taken are Safe, Sane, and Consensual. I’ve got my notepad open, and I’m going to take notes, just to get our thoughts on paper. Is that alright with you?” I finally understand what Emma was getting at, and I’m surprised by the lengths she’s willing to go to set our boundaries. I guess the businesswoman inside her took over. “Alright Emma, I understand. Ask me anything.” I look into her eyes, letting the determination in mine show my commitment. “Let’s start with the basics then. For now, I’ll just hear your thoughts on the categories. Don’t worry, I’ll circle back around at the end for my input if needed. How about we start with Diapers? How do you feel about them?” Here I was, worried for nothing. This is going to be a cakewalk. “I’m pretty sure you know how I feel about them at this point, but I’ll follow along. I like wearing them, and I enjoy using them for both types of accidents.” “And how do you feel once you’ve gone in them? Do you immediately want a change, want to stay in them for long periods, or something in between?” I spoke too soon. I ponder over her question. How DO I feel about my dirty diapers? I decided to answer truthfully. “I..I like staying in my diaper, even after I’ve used it. To me, that’s what the diaper is there for. I love being changed though, so it’s kind of a balancing act between staying soggy and messy, or being changed into a fresh one.” “I figured as much, but thank you for being so open,” Emma types away at the keyboard, the speed of which impresses me. “Alright, on to the next item, clothing choices.” *** We continue down her list of discussion topics, covering my preferences in baby clothes, speech privileges while little, content that’s appropriate for little space, even the small things such as which foods are off limits while playing. “Alright, the tedious topics are out of the way. Now we get to talk about something more fun. Do you know what ‘bratting’ is Roxie?” I shake my head, unfamiliar with the term. “Bratting refers to a submissive, referred to in reference as ‘Brats’, who, in the most basic sense, enjoys being punished for being naughty. Brats can enjoy it in many different ways. They could enjoy punishment for the thrill, they could be turned on by it, they could just enjoy the cathartic release, or the pleasure can come from a mix of any of these traits and more. How do you feel about it now that you’ve learned a bit more?” “I…I…I think that sounds like me a bit. The thought of being punished while diapered has crossed my mind more than a few times, each instance making me…excited. I do enjoy just having some time to be the typical little, but another part of me may be a ‘brat’, as you put it.” “I see,” Emma replies. “And what kinds of punishments do you wish to experience, and what’s off the table?” “Well, I like…the idea of being spanked. In all honesty, I’ve…pleasured myself a few times while imagining myself over your lap. You calling me a bad girl, turning my butt red…really gets me going.” I can almost see the fireworks going off in Emma’s head, trying her best to keep the corners of her lips from shooting upwards. Her blush is beautiful to see, especially considering my current emotional vulnerability. “Aside from being spanked, are there any other types of punishment you know about, or would be interested in trying? Take your time and think it over.” That’s a good question. How far down the rabbit hole do I wish to go? How much punishment do I wish to endure? The thought delights me in a way I can’t quite describe. If I had to put it into words, I would compare it to being at the top of a roller coaster. As the ride reaches closer and closer to the peak, your heart fills with a range of emotions: excitement and fear, anticipation and terror, joy and panic. And when I think about Emma punishing me, it doesn’t matter what scenario runs through my mind. I feel the same rush as the drop on the ride. “In all honesty, it doesn’t matter what type of punishment I’m to get, I think I’ll enjoy it just the same. I don’t exactly have any specifics that come to mind besides stuff like time-outs, but from what you told me the other night, you’re aware of some more…intense forms. I want to experience both. The hard ones and the soft. As long as I don’t get cut or the skin breaks, you can do whatever ideas you come up with. I trust you.” If I thought my last comment affected her, my latest statement caused a chain reaction. As hard as she tries, she can’t quite manage to wipe the massive grin from her face. “I’ve gotta say Rox, I wasn’t expecting you to be a glutton for punishment, but it’s not an unwelcome twist. In regards to how far is too far, you don’t have to worry about that. If you ever feel uncomfortable, or that you want to stop a scene, or even if you just want to pause for a moment, you can always use a safeword.” “Um, not to sound dumb, but what’s a safeword?” I had never heard the word before, but even though I could attempt to guess the meaning myself, right now was the time for questions and answers, so I might as well ask. “There are no dumb questions here sweetie. A safeword is a term in BDSM that refers to a phrase or action that acts as a ‘stop button,’ so to speak. Like I said before, if you ever want to stop a scene, for any reason, all you have to do is use the safeword,” As Emma explained further, I’m glad I was on the right track with my preconception. “Now, if you don’t have a word in mind at the moment, we can just use the ‘Green, Yellow, Red’ system.” “Like a traffic light? So Green means go, Yellow means caution, and Red means stop. Am I getting that right?” Emma reaches over and gives me a pat on the head. “Yes that’s right, good job, sweetie,” I feel a bit patronized by the coddling, but at the same time, it gives me butterflies to be regarded in such a way. “So how about we stick to the colors for now, and if we think of a different safeword later we can replace it.” “Okay Em, I’ll trust your judgment on that one.” After all, I didn’t even know what a safeword was a moment ago, so I might as well leave the choice of wording to the pro. “So what’s next?” “So we’re nearing the end of my list here, but this might be the most important part of our discussion; the extent to which we incorporate all of this into our lives. I’m going to ask you a question, and I want your honest answer. How much of your sense of self is tied into being Little?” My…sense of self? How do I even tackle that one? I always knew I was different, and not in the “Oh I’m so smart and clever and better than everyone” way. If I think back, even to my earliest moments, it was there. Before I found my identity, before I embraced my goth lifestyle, my little self was there…no that’s not quite right. I, the real me, was there, buried beneath the expectations of those around me. And while the pressures of conformity had done their best to bury her, she could never truly die. The real me survived, and now, she has the chance to break free. I breathe in deeply, getting ready to reveal her to my other half. “Emma, I am a Little, not just as a kink, or a thing to do for relaxation, but at my core that’s who I am. There are facets of me that are bigger, that handle the rest of the world, but at my center, it all combines into me; Roxie, the goth, the girl, the little.” Emma moves the laptop to the side, taking both of my hands in her own. Her smooth skin makes contact with mine, and I can feel her warmth, physically and emotionally. “I’m so proud of you for admitting that to me, baby. I want you to know, that no matter who you are, and what part of yourself you show me, I love all of it. The good and the bad, the sweetheart and the anarchist. I love you, no matter what,” We just sit there, hand in hand, feeling how much closer we’ve become as of late. I see her, and for the first time, I feel like somebody sees me. Not the front I put up, not the pieces, but just me. “The reason I asked is because, depending on how you answered, there were many different ways for us to approach this. Some littles only engage in play occasionally, some only do so during the evenings to wind down, and those like you, littles who feel little all the time, can take a couple of different routes as well.” “So…what ‘route’ do you think is right for me?” “That depends on how you feel about my next question. Would you like to be a baby full-time?” Did she just say full-time? Like, being Little all the time? How would that even work? Isn’t that just a plot point in smutty ABDL fiction? Dreams are one thing, but this is reality. “Emma…what do you mean by full-time? You can’t be serious, right?” In fact, I’ve never seen a more serious look on her face. She’s dead serious. “I mean you’ll be a baby full-time. When you’re home, you’ll be diapered, dressed in baby clothes, and live out your life as a little. I’ll be your mommy; dressing you, changing you, and taking care of you the way you deserve.” Shocked doesn’t begin to describe what I’m feeling. “But what about work, and going out, and seeing my friends? I don’t think the world at large is ready to accept a 6-foot goth wearing a diaper and onesie,” Which sucks, because the look is such a vibe. “Besides, I’m also your girlfriend. Wouldn’t that…I dunno…change, if you saw me as only a baby?” “None of that will change. You can still go out, hang out with people, and do your thing. Of course I wouldn’t have you going out in public in such obvious attire. Think back to yesterday. You went out wearing a diaper, right? But it was hidden, concealed from the world. And even though nobody could tell, you were still wearing it, correct? To the rest of the world, you were Roxie, but to me and yourself, you were Little,” Okay, so far she’s making a ton of sense. I went out yesterday and had an amazing time, and nobody knew about my choice of underwear. “When it comes to us, let me ask, did you wearing diapers stop you from orgasming the other day? Let me tell you, out of all the times we’ve made love, I’ve never seen you have such a powerful climax. We can still have a meaningful relationship with this dynamic, it will just be a bit different than the norm. Different doesn’t mean less though, in fact, think of it as an evolution. We can explore more, learn more, and have a relationship stronger than ever,” I see her hesitate, preparing herself to continue. “As for your job, well that’s up to you. You can keep going to work, just another cog in the machine, doing the busy work day after. But I know how you feel about that place. You hate going into the office, and each day, I see you die a little bit inside. You work your ass off, all for a headache, and pay slightly above minimum wage. So…if you want, you don’t have to go back. You know I make enough to cover the both of us, so why not live your life in a way that will make you happy? You don’t have to decide right now, but know that you do have that choice.” …could I do that? I don’t mean literally. It would be so easy to look Tom in the face and tell him to fuck off for eternity. But could I do that to myself? Just leave everything behind? Before I met Emma, all I knew was how to survive. Go to work, feel a piece of my soul chip off, and go home to try and find it again. Make just enough money to now be out on the street. Sure, I hate my job, but it’s how I’ve lived for so long. What would my life be like without it? And what about Beth? How could I just leave her there? I don’t think she’d be able to survive in that Hellhole alone. I couldn’t just leave her. But what about you? Why don’t you take care of yourself for once? Wouldn’t it be nice? Should I make myself miserable just to help my friend, to stick to the only life I’ve ever had, no matter how much it kills me inside? I don’t think I can give her an answer right now. “I’ll…consider that, Em.” And indeed I shall. “So, what else is on the agenda?” “That was the last thing we had to go over. There’s just the matter of finalizing it,” Emma types for a few moments before making a series of clicks, and the printer on the counter behind her comes to life. The noisy machine does its job, the smell of warm paper and toner reaching over to my nostrils. A single sheet of paper pops out into the tray, which Emma takes in hand. She gives it a once over before handing it to me. “Read this over, and with your agreement, we can truly get started with our new life. *** I, Roxie Accardi, with sound mind and open heart, hereby surrender myself to Emma Wilson. This agreement is between the two consenting parties, and may be altered and/or abolished at any given time, by either given party. By signing this document, I hereby acknowledge to abide by the terms and conditions herein. I understand that I cannot legally revoke my personal freedoms and legal rights, and that I may withdraw my consent, in part or in whole, at any moment. I agree, that until such a declaration is made, I wish to be bound to this agreement, and wish to be treated as such. The terms “Little/Baby” and “Mommy/Caregiver” shall be used throughout this agreement, referring to “Roxie Accardi” and “Emma Wilson” respectively. The prefix “I” shall be used in reference to "Roxie Accardi". 1. I consent to wearing diapers at all times. I hereby revoke my right to wear underwear and allow my caretaker to ensure I am diapered at all times, in private and in public. For this purpose, they may take any actions deemed necessary. This includes, but is not limited to, the following: a. The removal of all “Grown-Up Underwear” from my wardrobe b. Performing a “Diaper Check”, to ensure that I am diapered, as well as to be aware of the current state of said diaper (“Wet”, “Messy”, “Leaking”, etc) c. Prevention of Diaper Removal, which may include articles of clothing meant to restrict access to my person (plastic pants, locking mittens, locking onesies, etc) d. Exceptions to this rule may be allowed at the caregiver’s discretion. e. Violation of the above may result in punishment (refer to section 5) 2. I consent to the restriction of my bodily functions. This includes the following: a. The restriction of my right to use the bathroom. The “Potty” is hereby restricted. Bodily functions will be performed in my diapers. Exceptions may be made at the caregiver’s discretion b. The restriction of my bodily movement. This may be done by a variety of methods: “Tummy Time”, Bondage (rope, cuffs, bondage restraints, etc), locking mittens, locking booties, etc. c. Violation of the above may result in punishment (refer to section 5). 3. I consent to acting in my role as a “Little.” This may involve a variety of actions, which includes, but is not limited to, the following: a. Using a pacifier b. Consuming Food and Beverage from infantile dishware and utensils (baby bottles, sippy cups, plastic plates, sporks, etc) c. Restriction of language. I will do my best to use “Baby Talk” when engaged in play. The use of profanity, while engaged in play, is expressly forbidden. d. Consuming Media traditionally produced for those under the age of 18 (Baby Shows, Cartoons, Learning Books, Coloring Books, Nursery Rhymes, Family-Oriented Video Games, etc). The consumption of media deemed “Inappropriate” is hereby restricted (“Violent” Video Games, Movies Rated “R”, TV Programs Rated “M”, content with a parental advisory, etc). Exceptions may be made at the caregiver’s discretion. e. Implementation of “Bedtime.” I agree to follow my caregiver’s commands, in regards to the time of day in which I will be “in bed”. Once “in bed”, I will not attempt to circumvent the command, including, but not limited to, the following methods: Using Electronics past bedtime (Phone, Laptop, Gaming Systems, etc.), getting out of bed, making a large amount of noise past “Bedtime”, etc f. Implementation of “Feeding Time”. I agree to consume whatever sustenance presented to me during “Feeding Time” g. I consent to having medication administered to me by my caregiver (estrogen, spironolactone, digestive aid, pain & fever relief, etc). I will allow the medication to be administered via the method of my caregiver’s choosing. h. I consent to the restriction of my sexual organs and sexual stimulation. I agree to not receive sexual gratification/stimulation by my own hand. In order to accomplish this, many methods may be used. This may include, but is not limited to, the following methods: Chastity, Locking Mittens, Plastic Pants, etc. i. Violation of the terms above may result in punishment (refer to section 5) 4. I consent to the deprivation of my right to privacy, in relation to my caregiver. This may include, but is not limited to, the following a. Supervision of my person at all times, when applicable b. The use of “Baby Monitors”, or similar devices, when the circumstances arise c. Checking the “state” of my diaper, at any time (section 1.b) d. Access to my body, in part or in whole, at any time e. The use of tracking software to determine my geographical location, at any time f. Violation of the terms above may result in punishment (refer to section 5) 5. I consent to being “punished” for any violations above, as well as for reasons not listed above. a. Punishments may involve various methods, in single-use or conjunction. These methods include, but are not limited to, the following: i. The use of “Spanking”. This act involves the striking of a body part (in most cases the buttocks) with a bare hand or the use of a tool. These “Tools” may include the following: Paddles, Hair Brushes, Riding Crops, Leather Belts, etc ii. The use of Enemas. This act involved the taking, retention, and expulsion of a liquid, through the anus and into the digestive tract (anal cavity, colon). The “Enema” may consist of various liquids, in single-use or conjunction (water, soap, coffee, etc). The “Enema” must be retained for a predetermined amount of time, determined by the caregiver. Failure to retain the enema may result in additional punishment/s iii. The use of “Time Out”. “Time Out” may involve a variety of positions (Corner Time, Chair Time Out, Kneeling, “Bedtime” Time Out, etc) and will be performed for a predetermined amount of time, or until the caregiver says otherwise. The “Little” is prohibited from removing themselves from the determined position before the completion of the allotted time, or until they receive “the okay” from the caregiver. Failure to complete the terms of “Time Out” may result in additional punishment/s iv. The use of “Chastity Punishment”. This involves the use of a “Chastity Cage” to restrict Sexual Gratification. The “Chastity Cage” will be applied to my person and locked into place. Only the caregiver may remove the device once locked in place. Failure to abide by these terms may result in additional punishment/s 6. I consent to abide by the following Miscellaneous terms. a. In private, I will refer to my caregiver as “Mommy” or “Mama”, and my caregiver will refer to me as “Baby”, “Sweetheart”, “Little One”, “Little Girl”, and “Darling.” Additional “nicknames” may be used upon the caregiver’s approval. b. In public, I will refer to my caregiver as “Ma’am” or “Emma” (use of Emma is dependant on caregiver approval), and my caregiver will refer to me as “Babe”, “Sweetie” or “Roxie”. c. I will always be honest with “Mommy”. I agree to answer honestly to any and all questions asked of me. d. I will abide by the commands of “Mommy”. e. I will use the “safeword” at any and all time/s when I feel the need to. I will not continue with a “scene” that I do not consent to. I will not be afraid to use my “safeword” when I feel the need to do so. I will not attempt to “tough it out” if I am uncomfortable with the scene being performed. (section 7) f. Failure to abide by (section 6, a-b) may result in punishment. Failure to abide by (section 6, c) will result in the immediate termination of this “contract”, and the cessation of any and all “play”. No “play” will be performed afterward under any circumstances, until the creation of a new contract 7. I will abide by the use of the “safeword”, if and when it’s used by either party a. The ‘safeword” in use will be the “Green, Yellow, Red” system, if and until the establishment of a new/additional safeword. The uses for the “safeword” is as follows: i. Green: “Green” will be used as a signal to continue with play/continue with a specific action during play. I will use Green to signal my continued consent to the actions taking place. ii. Yellow: “Yellow” will be used as a “warning” or “caution” signal. Upon the use of “Yellow”, both parties will communicate with each other, and decide on a course of action (slowing down, stoping a specific action, etc) iii. Red:: “Red” will be used when one of the parties involved wishes to immediately stop with a scene. Upon the use of “Red”, any type of “play” is to immediately cease. “Play” may not resume until both parties have discussed why the use of “Red” occurred. Play may either end for the moment or resume after a brief “cooldown” period. Under no circumstances should play resume immediately after the use of “Red”. Limits: 1. None of the agreements above may be interpreted in any way that would allow either party to cause the following: a. Activities that are/may be considered Illegal or Indecent. This applies to all types of “play”, in public and private. b. Activities that would reveal the nature of the relationship (kinks, fetishes, terms of contract) to any member of the public, as well as any individual that has/may have a personal or professional relationship with the parties, unless both parties have given expressive consent. c. Activities that would result in severe. serious and/or long-term injury or harm. d. Violation of the above terms may result in the termination of this “contract.” Upon termination, no “play” may be performed under any circumstances, until the establishment of a new “contract.” Annex: Caregiver’s Declaration. The use of “I”, from this point in the contract until specified otherwise, shall refer to Emma Wilson. Upon signing this contract, I agree to the following: 1. I declare that I fully understand the terms and conditions of this “contract”, as well as the responsibilities that come with the role of “Caregiver”. 2. I declare that I will always act in the best interest of my “Little” 3. I declare that I will, to the best of my availability, do everything in my power to ensure that my “Little” is cared for, as listed in the “contract”, as well as any other needs that are not covered by the “contract”. 4. I vow to always heed the use of the agreed upon “safeword” (section 7), and to use said safeword myself if the need arises. 5. I vow to abide by all limits and restrictions, both listed in this contract, as well as discussed afterward with my “Little”. 6. I vow to provide the adequate “aftercare” that is/will be required after a scene. Upon signing this document, both parties agree to the terms and conditions listed above, aware that consent can be withdrawn at any point. Until consent is expressly withdrawn, both parties agree to follow this “contract” as described, to the best of their ability. This “contract” shall remain in perpetuity until one or both parties expressly withdraw their consent. *** I read over the document carefully, taking my time to make sure I understood everything listed. I hear the click of a pen, and Emma places the writing instrument in front of me. “Roxie, if you sign here, I’ll do everything I can to make sure your dreams are a reality. If you decide later on that we should change some of the things listed, we can do that with no problem. And if you decide that you want to do this full-time, I will support you 100 percent. But for now, these are the rules for us to follow, and all you have to do is sign. The choice is up to you.” The life I always wanted is but a pen stroke away. My heart feels like it’s about to escape from my chest, like a chest-burster from Alien trying to tear its way out from the inside. Is this really okay? Am I allowed to have this joy in my life? For once, the choice is truly in my hands…and I choose this! With a shaky hand, I put the tip of the pen on the dotted line, signing myself away to Mommy’s care. I put the pen back down on the table, and watch as Emma snatches it up, quickly scribbling her signature on the other line. “Well then, this is the start of our brand new life baby.” I watch her get up from her chair, taking my chin in hand. She brings her lips to mine, sealing our deal with a kiss. I gaze into her eyes, my own blurring with the happiest tears to ever grace my body. “Thank you, Mommy, for all of it. I can’t wait t…” I’m cut off by her placing my pacifier in my lips. I wonder where she was keeping that, waiting for this moment. “No more talk for now Little One. Take my hand. I have a surprise for you!” She takes me by the hand and guides me down the hallway, stopping in front of the door to the guest room. Where this all began. I wait with bated breath as I watch her push the door open. Inside, I can see what amounts to the quintessential fantasy for any Little; a nursery. She guides me inside, closing the door behind us, and I take in the sight before me. I take a look at the massive white crib, marveling at the quality of the build. On the wall to the side, I see the old shelves have been given new life, painted to match the crib. The shelves are absolutely stocked with diapers and changing supplies. I turn around, and that disgusting old desk has been turned into a changing table, complete with a changing pad on top. I turn to Em…I mean Mommy, and begin to speak behind my paci. “What is all this? How did you…” She places a finger on the guard of the paci, silencing me at once. “Now baby, didn’t I say no talking. I got this all set-up yesterday while you were out. The changing table was pretty easy, and as for the crib…let’s just say I have an…old friend who makes custom furniture. So, what do you think? Do you like it?” I was wrong. THESE are the happiest tears I’ve ever felt. I wrap my arms around her neck, overjoyed at the surprise. “I’m glad you like it, Sweetheart, because this is all yours,” I can’t believe that this is all for me! Mommy carefully removes my arms from her body. “Now, we have to take care of something don’t we?” We do? I watch as she heads to the corner, pulling the wooden chair to the center of the room, and sitting down. “We need to get your first punishment underway! Now lie over my lap sweetie; it’s time for a spanking.” 6 1 Link to comment
Little Lamb Posted March 18 Share Posted March 18 Oookaaay... Im starting to get some complicated vibes from Emma, maybe that's the point, maybe not, we'll see. I'll point again that some things in the text rubs me off the wrong way, specially some dialogues. But as English isn't my first language and there are so many cultural barriers in place, I cant say if the characters sometimes really are talking very weird, or if Im the one out of the loop cus I live in another continent. (They talking weird isnt an actual criticism, like, Dune, LotR, GoT, anything Shakespeare is all weird talking... just a sensibility that felt just pointing out.) Anyway, nice chapter all around. Some of the exposition bugs me , some weirdness there too, but this I know is cus Im a degenerate who already considers these details as given... (a decade or two of internet does that to a brain) Also also... The contract was a nice, but creepy, very meta touch. The symbolism is great, and the execution very well done. I don't know yet if thats foreshadowing even more of my suspicions or not... Eager for more, thanks for the updates and regular posting schedule Link to comment
CallMeYour_Rin Posted March 18 Author Share Posted March 18 3 hours ago, Little Lamb said: Oookaaay... Im starting to get some complicated vibes from Emma, maybe that's the point, maybe not, we'll see. I'll point again that some things in the text rubs me off the wrong way, specially some dialogues. But as English isn't my first language and there are so many cultural barriers in place, I cant say if the characters sometimes really are talking very weird, or if Im the one out of the loop cus I live in another continent. (They talking weird isnt an actual criticism, like, Dune, LotR, GoT, anything Shakespeare is all weird talking... just a sensibility that felt just pointing out.) Anyway, nice chapter all around. Some of the exposition bugs me , some weirdness there too, but this I know is cus Im a degenerate who already considers these details as given... (a decade or two of internet does that to a brain) Also also... The contract was a nice, but creepy, very meta touch. The symbolism is great, and the execution very well done. I don't know yet if thats foreshadowing even more of my suspicions or not... Eager for more, thanks for the updates and regular posting schedule Don't worry, you're totally on track so far. Emma is definitely a complicated character. A personal pet peeve of mine is when caregiver's are shown as flawless, or that they are "picture perfect." I will be getting more into Emma and her "complications" in further chapters, and chapter 10 (as well as one of the "side chapters") will be dealing with them head on. I can see the text being a bit off putting to someone from a different culture. A lot of my character dialogue and exposition is routed in American Colloquialism (everyday speech), so I do apologize if there's any trouble following along with the story. This might sound strange, but I'm actually glad for the bit of weirdness. From my own experiences, having this type of discussion, as well dealing with all the new emotions that come with exploring kink, is inherently "weird". I know so many stories that tend to glance over this issue, and just jump to the fun kinky stuff, and I'm not knocking those stories. I just wanted to do something a bit different. Yeah the contract is definitely a meta choice, but I'm hoping it didn't come off too "creepy". Emma is a very factual and detailed oriented person, and with her background in BDSM, it would make sense for her to use the traditional "BDSM contract" for the situation. I mayyyy be foreshadowing with the contract, just a bit 😉. Thank you for all the comments and criticism, I appreciate it more than I can put into words. Feel free to Message me on here if you have any questions about the terminology used, or if you want to understand anything specific in the story. 😁 1 Link to comment
CallMeYour_Rin Posted March 19 Author Share Posted March 19 Hello there! Chapter 7 is finally here! This chapter in particular is a pretty "spicy" one, and I had a blast putting it together. I hope you enjoy, and please continue reading after the chapter for a quick update. With that said, here is Chapter 7, and, as always, thank you for reading. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 7: Hurts So Good (CW: Diaper Wetting, Diaper Messing, Spanking, Enema, Oral Sex) June 4th, 2023. 1:41pm A…a spanking? This early? Mommy pats her lap, ushering me to lie across it. “But Mommy, why am I being punished?” I mumble behind the pacifier. “Oh, is my baby confused? Let me clear that up for you then,” She stands up and looks into my eyes. While the height difference between us is only an inch, I can feel her towering over me. “You stayed out late last night, and didn’t think to text me beyond ‘I’ll take an Uber’. You came home drunk, and along with the scent of alcohol, your clothes reeked of cigarette smoke. You then threw up your overindulgence, and the cherry on top? You leaked all over the bathroom floor. Not to mention, you’ve already broken the “no talking” command I gave you. These are all very naughty things. And who do you think is responsible for that? I’ll let you answer.” I feel my sense of shame return, but it’s not alone. I feel…Little. Being talked down to like this, having my misdeeds listed before me, is making me feel incredibly small. “It…it’s my responsibility, Mommy.” She lets out a rather large laugh and places her hand on my head. “Oh no, my silly girl. It’s my responsibility. Mommy needs to teach you right from wrong, to help guide you when needed, and to punish you when necessary.” Oh goddess, my heart won’t stop beating. “So, I’ll say it again; you need to be punished. Now are you going to be a good girl and get over my lap, or are you going to keep being naughty?” Is…is she testing me? I can see it written all over her. This is her way of asking me how I want this scene to go. Well, if I’m going to be a baby, I might as well act like one. “NO! I don’t wanna spanking!” I stomp my foot, capping off my tantrum with the disrespectful act. “I see my baby is going to be a brat today. Well so be it,” Mommy grabs my hand and marches me over to the chair. Pushing me over her lap. I can feel her hand rubbing against my padded rear. “I would say this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you, but Mommy doesn’t tell lies.” A thwap rings through the air, her hand making contact with the diaper. That…didn’t hurt. The cushy material acts as a great insulator for the spanks, with only a slight tingling making its way through the protection. As a series of spanks continue to come, I begin to giggle, and Mommy takes notice. “I’m glad this is funny to you, 'cause this is the warm-up,” She reaches her hand out towards the floor, reaching into a large duffle bag. Rummaging through, she pulls out a wooden paddle, roughly 8 inches in length excluding the handle. “This is where your real spanking begins.” I feel the oak instrument brush against me, rubbing in circles, around and around, until a sudden swat has me flinch. OW! Okay, I felt that one. Even through the diaper, I can feel the sting across my cheeks. Swat after swat makes contact, and I can feel a warmth start to build in my rear. It hurts, but for some reason, it feels good. I don’t want it to stop! Mommy bends her head over, and I can feel her breath on my neck. “Green?” she whispers to me. “Green. Very Green.” I reply. “Such a naughty girl! I don’t think I’m getting through to you, but don’t fret. I have just the thing to fix that,” Her hand grabs hold of the back of my diaper, tugging it down, exposing my bare bottom to the air. “Are you ready sweetie?” I don’t have time to reply, as the spanking begins anew. FUCK! I can feel THAT! It hurts…but it hurts so good! Leaning into my role, I wriggle my legs, kicking them up and down in faux protest. “Don’t struggle Little One, you’ll only make this worse for yourself.” Good, that’s what I’m hoping. As the onslaught on my skin continues, I begin to feel another sensation build. Not now bladder! Having not gone since last night's incident, the urge is strong. “Mo…Mommy, stop. I need to go potty!” But she doesn’t stop. The spanking continues, and my desperation grows. “You’re not getting out of your punishment that easily. You can hold it until we’re finished. Now no talking, you little brat.” An especially strong swat tells me what I need to know; the spanking will continue, and I shouldn’t ask again. It seems like the spanking will never end at this point, the pace only growing faster, the whacks only growing stronger. I know I won’t be able to hold it much longer, so I don’t. I release the floodgates, trusting the front of my diaper to contain it all. Mommy stops her assault, taking note of the warmth emanating on her lap. “Didn’t I just tell you to hold it? Unbelievable! I guess you’re going to need a few more spanks to learn how to behave.” The combination of the warm pee and the punishment is becoming too much to bear. I can feel myself growing large, my erection poking into her lap. The wiggling from the spanking only adds to the increase in my gratification. I don’t know how much longer I can last. She whispers in my ear once more. “I can feel you getting hard baby. It’s okay, you can do what you need to do.” With the message received, she resumes her work with the paddle. Oh, oh goddess, I’m about to cum. I’m going to cum from being spanked, wearing my soaked diaper. What a naughty girl I am! Mommy brings her arm back, unleashing the hardest spanks so far. She begins to speak, enunciating each word with another smack of the paddle. “This! Is! What! Naughty! Little! Brats! Deserve!” That was all it took. The combination of emotions and sensations has reached its climax, and I release what little control I have. The tip of my penis, now tilted to the top of my diaper from the struggle, begins to shoot load after load onto Mommy’s lap. Time seems to have no meaning, but eventually, I fall limp, resting on her cum covered lap. Mommy begins to rub the small of my back, calming me down from my lust-filled high. “That’s it baby, good job taking your punishment. Such a good girl.” I can feel a cool liquid being applied to my backside, lotion I presume. Her fingers work the soothing balm into my stinging ass, instantly relieving part of the soreness. For a few minutes, I sit there, enjoying the gentle message of the aftercare. I can feel her hands remove from my cheeks and onto my shoulders. “Okay baby, stand up for me, will you?” I follow her command, and I feel the slight sag of the diaper, backside still tugged neatly underneath my butt. We both look down at her dress, noticing the white stains covering the front. “Such a dirty girl Roxie. Look at the mess you made. I think it’s time to move on to the second part of your punishment,” Shit, there’s more? Mommy grabs me by the hand and leads me to the corner, guiding my face towards the wall. “Now stay here until I say otherwise, and don’t even think about rubbing your bottom.” I can hear the door to the nursery open before closing once again. While I’m tempted to disobey, I keep my hands to my side, not daring to soothe my aching butt. The first few minutes pass quickly enough, but as time marches forward, I can feel my patience beginning to wane. Outside of the room, I think I can make out some miscellaneous noises: the sound of shoes across tile, the opening of cabinets, and…the running of the faucet? What could E…Mommy be planning? I don’t have to wait much longer for my answer, as I can hear the door behind me open once more. I can feel her approach, and tempted as I may be to turn around, I keep my nose in the corner. I can hear what I believe to be the sound of the crib’s rails lowering, along with noises I can’t quite discern. The noise quotes, and I hear Mommy begin to speak. “Okay Little One, turn around for me.” I do as I’m told, and I take a look at Mommy, her simple black dress having been replaced with a pink, long-sleeved shirt and mom jeans. She’s leaning hard into the “Contemporary” Mommy look. I can feel a little twitch beneath my diaper, my member not having the energy to resume full-mast, but still excited by the sight before me. “Can you make your way over to me sweetie?” I begin to take a single step, but Mommy holds out her hand. “Not like that, Little One. You’re a baby right now, and babies crawl, don’t they?” Oh, how I love this woman. I get down on all fours and clumsily make my way over to her, my reddened cheeks facing the sky. As I reach my destination, I look up at her, radiant as always, and I can’t help but feel like an actual baby. I watch as she bends over, and am surprised when she scoops me into her arms. “Wow Mommy, I’m surprised you can pick me up.” “Thank you, baby, but it’s really not a challenge. You’ve lost a lot of weight these last couple of years,” She’s right of course, but it still hurts to hear. When we first met, I could’ve been described as somewhat pudgy, and it caused…well there were a lot of issues that came with that. So I worked on myself, not for the expectations of the world, but for me. I started running on the treadmill, switched from regular soda to diet, and opted for fewer calories in my meals. I thought I made pretty good progress, but if Emma could pick me up this easily, perhaps I might want to consider putting some weight back on. “Alright, let’s get you in your crib!” But it’s still light out! I didn’t want the fun to end so quickly. “Mommy, I’m not tired yet.” She gently lays me down on my stomach, and I can feel the crinkle of the plastic sheet beneath the bedding, adorned with cartoonish images of teddy bears and letter blocks. “Don’t fret, it’s not quite bedtime for you yet.” She points up to the headboard of the bed, and I understand what she means. Hanging above me is a silicone bag, a shade of red deeper than my rear end. From the bag, a thin white hose extends feet in length, ending in a long tip. I know what it is from personal experience. I am no stranger to Enemas, having used them for years at this point. After all, it’s a necessary part of anal; being able to clean your insides out. “It’s time for your medicine baby. You have so many yucky toxins in your body that we have to clear out,” She pauses, waiting to see if I have any objection, before picking up the tip. She reaches into her pocket, pulls out a small canister of petroleum jelly, and liberally applies it to the nozzle. “Alright, take a breath for me, darling.” I feel the nozzle slip through my back door, and with a click, warm water begins filling my insides. I breathe in and out, letting the familiar cramps pass by as the lower part of my abdomen begins to bulge out. The water goes from a steady stream, to a light flow, and finally to just a few drops trickling into me. The tip is removed from my anus, and I clench my muscles tight, letting just a single drop escape my body. Letting the hose hang over the rail of the crib, Mommy then takes my diaper in hand, pulling the bottom back into place. I can feel the churning inside my colon, begging for an escape. “Mommy, I hafta go poop. Can I pwease use the potty?” I hope my use of baby talk may persuade her, but it falls on deaf ears. “You’re wearing your potty, silly. But I’ll tell you what. I have to get dinner started, so I’m going to leave you in the crib. If I come back and you haven’t filled your diaper, I’ll consider letting you use the potty.” She raises the side rail, sealing me inside the infantile bed, before walking out towards the kitchen, giving me one last look as the door closes behind her. I can feel the cramps increasing at a breakneck pace. Please cook fast Emma. *** Minutes seem to pass like hours, each moment becoming more agonizing. At this point, my stomach is screaming at me, demanding me to release it from its struggles. I don’t think I can hold out much longer. A thought strikes me; So why hold out? You’re a baby, aren’t you? So why don’t you just let go, and let your diaper handle the mess? My inner monologue makes a great point. Why try to fight it any longer? Sure, I haven’t ever released an enema into a diaper before, but would it be so different than just messing like usual? Mid thought, another cramp in my stomach tells me it's time. Even if Mommy were to come back in right now, I don’t think I’d be able to make my way to the hallway, let alone the toilet, without releasing. I get on my knees, spreading my legs apart, and with a crouch, I push. It takes a moment for anything to happen, but as soon as the liquidy mess makes its way to the entrance, my pushing results in an immediate wave rushing out from within me. The sounds of wet farts echo from the walls as more and more of the mess makes its way into my diaper’s seat. As soon as I thought the worst was over, another wave would make its way out, until finally, nothing remained inside me. I let out a sigh of relief, happy to have the mixture out of my body. I crank my head around, doing the best I can to assess the damage. The back of the diaper, once a solid, pristine white, was now a splotchy mess of different shades of brown. The diaper had done its job, evident by the layer of brownish water making its way toward the top of the absorbent material. I wonder… I get onto my hands and feet, entering into a crab-like position, before lowering my rear onto the bedding. Making contact, I can feel the mess shift around as my body comes to rest, making its way into whatever crevices it can reach. Oh my goddess, this will NOT be the last time I do this. I shift my weight back and forth, grinding the diaper beneath me. I’m a bit worried about leaks, but while the diaper is rather full, it seems to be holding up rather well to the movement. My grinding is interrupted by the creak of the door. In walks Mommy, holding her nose with one hand and waving the air with another. “Well, I guess that means you couldn’t hold it,” she walks over to the crib, lowers the rails, and cups the back of my diaper, checking its used status. “Such a big load you made for Mommy. Good girl.” She gives me a few gentle pats on the rear, careful not to spread the mess too much. “How about I get you changed, and we can eat dinner?” Here I am, grinding away in a lust-filled stupor, and she’s worked diligently to make us food. It’s more than that though. Throughout all of this, all Emma has done is make sure that I’ve been satisfied with our arrangement. I wish I could do something for her. I suckle on my pacifier as I think about this, and the eureka moment hits me. Duh, Roxie. I’ll just do what babies do best; putting things in their mouths. I grab Emma’s hand and pull her into the crib, catching her by surprise. “Wh…what are you doing, baby? We’ve got…” I take a page from her book, placing my finger on her lips. I gently raise the hem of her shirt, exposing her bra. “Oh, I think I get it.” She raises her arms, allowing me to remove the shirt from her body. I reach behind her chest, fumbling with the straps before the sexy garment finally falls free. I take a brief look at her breasts; even now, after all these years, I’m enamored with their size and shape. They put my A-cups to shame. I remove the pacifier from my lips and bring my mouth towards her nipple, letting my warm breath fall across the surface. She shudders in response, and I place my lips over her teat, suckling in that way that I know drives her crazy. “Oh, fu…fuck baby, keep doing that. Keep sucking on Mommy’s tit.” she gasps, and I’m more than happy to oblige her request. I work my tongue into the mix, extracting a moan from her mouth for my efforts. I take my hand and bring it up to her other breast, working my fingers around the area, gently squeezing as I go along. I hear cries of affirmation escaping her throat, so I continue, keeping up the pace. I hear her voice finally come to the surface. “Baby, Mommy…Mommy needs you. She needs to feel your mouth.” Damn, that was quick. I guess she’s more turned on by this than I thought. I’m not one to deny her request though. I remove her nipple from my mouth, a string of saliva bridging the surfaces. I proceed to carry out a series of pecks down her body, leaving a trail of black marks from my lipstick. Upon reaching her abdomen, I put my fingers to work and unbutton her pants, pulling the zipper down to reveal more of her skin. I tenderly slide them down her thighs, revealing her bright pink thong. Holy shit, that’s hot. I bring my lips to her folds, placing kisses along the entrance. “Roxie, please don’t tease me right now! I need this…need you.” The go-ahead was given, and I place my face between her thighs, lapping away at her core. She cries out, rasping at the air, and clenches her thighs around my head. “Oh fuck! Roxie, I’m so close, just a bit more baby.” I delve my tongue deeper inside, allowing the slow and steady strokes to build in pace. Hearing her cooes of pleasure urge me further, and I bring the tips of my fingers over her clit, providing her with simultaneous waves of pleasure. “FUCK! OH GOD, I’M COMING!” Her desperate cries blurting out into the air, I can feel her legs wrapping around my head, pushing me further inside her warm embrace. Her back arched out, I can sense the spasms radiating through her body. Her crevice tightens around me and I can feel my tastebuds being coated in her ejaculate. Her body calms itself, and my head is released from her limbs. I take a hard gasp of air, letting my lungs fill themselves back up. I can feel her cum coated over my lips, which I gladly lick, enjoying the taste. I look down at Emma, skin covered in a radiant glow, beads of sweat trickling from her brow. Still conscious, but reeling from the aftermath, she utters an unintelligible word of gratitude. I lay down across her chest, being spent myself, before giving her a peck on the lips, allowing her a taste of her nectar. “You’re welcome, Amore.” I collapse into her, and feel my eyes close. For this brief moment, let us rest. *** I’m unsure of the passage of time, but I awaken from our post-coital nap to see the setting sun through the window, basking the room in its orange glow. I can feel Emma shifting beneath me, perhaps the source of my awakening. “You have a good nap, Mommy?” My question is returned with a smooch, and I can see the pure elation on her face. “Thank you, Roxie. That…I needed that.” “Anytime my love. Now, I hate to kill the mood, but my diaper REALLY needs to be changed.” The smell has permeated the air at this point, creating a slightly unpleasant odor. “Okay baby, let’s get that taken care of.” She gently guides me off her chest, stretching her limbs out as she exits the crib. Holding out her arms, I make my way into them, wrapping my legs around her waist. I bury my head into her neck, enjoying the moment of being held by Mommy. Ever so gently, she lays me across the plastic top of the changing table. I can feel the mess spread itself all over again, but I decide not to worry about it. Mommy will take care of me. Walking over to the shelves, she grabs a fresh diaper, as well as a small bin, over to the table. Looking inside, I can see a wide array of changing supplies: powder, baby oil, wipes, everything that is surely needed to deal with the nuclear disaster inside my diaper. Ripping off the tapes one at a time, I avert my eyes to the sight within. I don’t want to see that. I feel the front of the diaper come forward, the stench becoming stronger whilst exposed to the air. “Pee-yew. Someone made a big stinky for Mommy, didn’t she?” Her gentle cooes help alleviate my disposition, making me feel 10 times better about the mess. Taking a wet wipe in hand, she holds it between her palms for a moment, allowing her body heat to warm it up. Lifting my legs upwards with her spare hand, she places the wipe between my cheeks, and I can feel her removing as much of the mess as she can. Throwing the used wipe into the diaper, she grabs a second one, repeating the process. After going through about a dozen wipes, she slides the diaper out from underneath my raised body, setting my legs down with care. She proceeds to wrap up the used garment, taking care to not spill any of the mess within. Tying the sides into a cute little know, I watch her grab a diaper disposal bag from the bin and place the soiled diaper inside. She then ties the bag shut and tosses the bag underneath the changing table. I hear a thunk of plastic on plastic, realizing that the old trash can still be underneath the desk. She really thought of everything. Picking up the new diaper, Mommy folds it open and gives me a light tap on the thigh. I raise my hips, allowing her to slide the change underneath me. “Look at you, being such a good girl right now. If only you could behave like this all the time.” I roll my eyes at the teasing remark and allow her to begin powdering my privates. She works her fingers around, spreading the substance evenly around my skin. She grabs a single wet wipe from the pack and uses it to clean the remnants of the powder from her fingers before tossing it in the trash. “Alright sweetie, last step! Do you want to help Mommy with the tapes?” With a blush, I nod my head, instantly slipping into my little headspace. She brings the front into place, allowing me the honor of doing the tape job. Now tightly secured to my waist, Mommy grabs my hand and helps me off of the changing table. “Now let’s get you into some more… age-appropriate clothes, shall we?” Hand in hand, she walks me over to the closet. Flicking the switch, I take notice of the changes made to the inside. What used to be a space for the storage of clothes, most never to be worn again, has been emptied out. The racks look bare, with only a couple of outfits adorning the hangers. Upon closer inspection, I realize that it wasn’t just “a couple of outfits”, but MY little clothes hanging up. “I know it looks a bit barren right now, but I’m sure we can fill it out with all sorts of new clothes for my beautiful baby,” The sound of obtaining new clothes perks me up, removing that last bit of sluggishness from the nap. “Now pick out what you want to wear, unless you want to just wear a diaper.” Just…a diaper? No, no more impure thoughts brain! I glance over my options, knowing them well, and decide to go with a classic. I pull the black skull onesie from the hanger. After all, it’s now my favorite piece. Remembering that moment just days ago brings a small tear to my eye. I was first accepted while wearing this onesie, and now, it shall remain in my heart as a cherished item. “Good choice love, now let’s get that yucky grown-up shirt off of you.” Taking the shirt from my hands, we begin to walk out of the closet. I can see the significance of my choice is lost on her, but it doesn’t matter. Guiding me back into the main room of the nursery, she places the onesie down for a moment, raising my arms up into place. I feel the cotton slip off over my head, and the chill of the evening covering my nude form. “Don’t worry, you’ll be nice and toasty soon.” I watch her open the snaps of the onesie, the satisfying pops ringing out. That sound never gets old to me. She begins working my arms through the holes, before finally sliding it down over my head. With a tug, the material evens itself out, and Mommy gets to work snapping the clothing back up, encompassing my fresh change in the black-dyed cloth. She takes my hand once more, and guides me to the mirror on the nursery door, allowing me to gaze upon myself. I look so…pretty. Except for my hair. It was admittedly a mess right now, sticking up in several different directions. I see her take notice as well. “Now that won’t do. How about I fix your hair up real quick?” *** Reminder to self: next time you eat her out, wear a damn hair tie! An agonizing 20 minutes of detangling, brushing, and conditioning later, my hair is back to its usual self. I guess you could call this a ‘fun’ bonding experience. Every time the brush made contact with a know, I’d yelp out in pain, resulting in about a thousand ‘Sorry’s from Emma. “Okay baby, that was rough, but we made it through relatively unscathed! How about we finally eat dinner? I don’t know about you, but I’m starved.” My stomach growls in response. Yeah, I guess I really haven’t eaten today. “Sure, I could eat right now.” We exit the bathroom, my body waddling behind Mommy as we make our way to the kitchen. I watch as she pulls out a chair, beckoning me to sit. Taking my seat, she pushes the chair into the table for me. I’m getting the royal treatment today! “Alright sweetie, I’ll be back in just a moment with the food. Sit tight!” I watch her disappear through the walkway that separates the small dining section from the rest of the kitchen. I wonder what’s for dinner? Maybe she made her Chicken Cacciatore, oh or maybe some Spaghetti Bolognese! I can’t wait to dig in! Mere moments later, I see Emma return empty-handed, her face flushed. “So…bad news. I thought I left the stove on low, but apparently, I turned it off, so the Bolognese is ruined,” NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! CURSE YOU, CRUEL WORLD! “But here’s the good news! We needed to go and grab your car for tomorrow anyway, so why don’t we go out to eat? We can make it a date night!” “Um, sure Em, but what about my outfit?” I was just starting to get used to wearing my onesie around her, but I guess I’ll have to get changed. “First, that’s Mommy to you, and second, just throw a pair of jeans and a jacket on. With other clothes, it will just look like a normal T-shirt, so what’s the use in changing? She makes a good point. I guess, to the average onlooker, it would appear to be nothing more than a shirt with a cartoon skull on the front, and I guess it would help cover up my diaper while out. “Okay Mommy, let me throw some stuff on, and we’ll go.” *** I looked myself over in the mirror once more, wanting to make sure my outfit was sufficiently covered. Wearing a diaper underneath my usual clothes was one thing, but leaving the house in a diaper and onesie has me a tad paranoid. The black jeans, simple in design, do well to conform to my current fit, and the black leather jacket, a size up from my standard wear, does a fantastic job covering my rear. I can’t even tell what I’m wearing underneath. Applying a fresh coat of black lipstick, I’m satisfied with the look of my “adult” self. I grab my purse from the counter and make my way to the front door. Emma is already there waiting for me, opting to keep her outfit from earlier on. “Alright, all set sweetie?” “Yes Mommy, now let’s go, I’m absolutely famished.” “Big words for such a little girl. Okay, let’s go.” She opens up the door, stepping into the cool air of the autumn evening, her hair swaying slightly in the breeze. She smiles at me, and I take a step out the door to follow her. I don’t know what the future has in store for us, but I do know one thing; I’ll have my Mommy every step of the way. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello Everyone, I hope you enjoyed Chapter 7 of Embracing Oneself I had a lot of fun writing this one, and I hope you had just as much fun reading it. I just wanted to give a quick heads up about the next 2 chapters. The chapter following this one will be the first of the "side chapters", which will focus on how Roxie and Emma first met. It may be a tough read for some, but I believe that reading it will give a lot of insight into the character's pasts and motivations. Chapter 8, however, will go back to the main story, and will essentially be the end of "Act 1." Now, just because the current "Act" is ending does not mean the story is coming to an end, or that the chapters will slow down with their release. Instead, think of it like the ending of a the first season of a show. The story for that season comes to a close, plot points are closed out, some new ones emerge to tease viewers, and the "arc" for the season wraps up. Starting with Chapter 9, there will be a slight time jump, nothing to crazy, but it's there. Along with the time skip, Chapter 9 will be setting the stage for the true introduction of Alex and Jessica. I outlined those two along with Roxie and Emma when I initially started drafting the story, and all 4 of them are equally important to the story. I hope you look forward to these plans. I promise to work as quickly as I can, so you can learn about the second half of our protagonists. Now, if you'll excuse me, my diaper has sprung a leak, so I bid you adiue! Thank you for reading. 6 Link to comment
CallMeYour_Rin Posted March 20 Author Share Posted March 20 Welcome to the first "Side Chapter" to the story. I do want to give some warning for the content ahead. This chapter was one of the hardest things I've ever had to write, and it's not an easy read. I would recommend not reading this in a negative headspace, as the content inside is...well it's a lot. I would understand if you need to take a break reading through it, 'cause I had to take quite a few just to finish it. I do hope you're able to finish it though, because despite the dark subject matters within, there's a part of the story that is somewhat beautiful, like the calm in the middle of the storm. Just remember one thing while reading: at the end of a long night, the sun will rise once again. Thank you for reading. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Side Chapter: Prologue - A Fateful Encounter (CW: Homophobia, Transphobia, Domestic Abuse, Parental Abuse, Slurs, Blood, Deadnaming, Violence) April 8th, 2021. 10:38pm “What. The. Fuck. You’re a fucking dude?!?” Shit, I thought I locked the bathroom door. Johnny stands at the entrance, rage emanating from his pores. All I needed to do was take a shower, and wash the stress of the day from my body. I barely managed to remove my pants before my boyfriend barged his way in. The look on his face is one I know all too well; one of bigoted disgust. I guess we’re not doing date night. I wanted to take things slow with us, having refused to show him my body, afraid of this exact situation. It’s just like before…with HIM. I don’t want to go back there, but my mind refuses to heel, bringing me back to that day. *** “Dad, please!!! I’m still the same person, I…” I’m cut off by the glass bottle being chucked at me from across the room. Pain shoots through my shoulder blade, and I reflexively move my hand to stop the bleeding, managing to dig a shard deeper inside. I pull my hand back, covered in crimson. “I’m not going to have some sort of faggot freak for a son! Get the fuck out!” There’s no room for discussion. That same rage and disgust, reserved for the ‘degenerates’, was now focused directly on me. I turn to Mom, tears welling in my eyes, hoping that she can help me out here. “Mom, please, can you try and talk sense into him?!? You know me! Please, Mom.” She doesn’t look at me, but I can tell she’s crying. “Ricky, you should leave,” she briefly glances my way before returning her eyes to the floor. “Please, before you make things worse.” I fall to my knees, utterly defeated. Dad gets up from his ratty-ass leather chair and goes to the back door. “I’m going for a smoke. You have 5 minutes. If you’re still here by the time I’m back, I’ll bury you in the yard!” He makes his exit, Mom following suit. The door closes behind her, and I can hear the sounds of a shouting match between them. I can’t make out the words, but I understand the emotions: rage, sorrow, bitterness. I don’t need to be told twice. I march my way over to the front door, slamming it shut. I run to my car, pulling the keys out of my pocket and unlocking the door as quickly as I can manage. My shaky keys fumble with the ignition, desperate to get out of this place. I drive. I’m not sure where, or for how long, but I drive. In my autopilot, I must have ended up in the empty parking lot of the old gas station, long since closed down. I twist the key, turning off the ignition. I’m finally able to return to my senses. The pain in my shoulder, adrenaline having worn off, throbs intently, the large shard of glass sticking out. I reach over one of the many boxes inside the car and open up the glove box. I pull out a small red box; an emergency first-aid kit. Opening it up, I pull out a pair of tweezers, a large band-aid, and some peroxide. Tweezers in hand, I take hold of the shard, preparing myself for the following anguish. “FUUUCK!!!” The glass dislodges from my body, blood trickling down my shoulder. I quickly pour the peroxide onto the wound. At first, nothing seems to happen, but then, perhaps the worst pain I’ve ever endured shoots through my body. I drop the bottle, the contents spilling over my jeans, and I clench my teeth. “ARGH!” I don’t have time to stop though, and I hurriedly put the band-aid over the top of the gash. The band-aid doesn’t hold out for long, blood pushing through the cotton wick, so I pull out a second one, replacing the used bandage. “That’ll have to do for now.” I think to myself, hoping the bandage will at least protect the wound from infection. I reach back into the glove box, pulling out my hidden pack of cigarettes. “How disgusting. They’re even the same brand as that bastards” I light the tip and inhale, hoping that something, anything would make me feel better. But it doesn’t. I can feel the tears streaming down my face, the sobs echoing through the interior. “I’ve…lost everything.” I release my emotions, letting out a blood-curdling scream, as loud and for as long as my lungs allow. I cry, I wail, I lament. “It’s dark now.” That’s all I can think, looking at the night sky. “But…it’s beautiful.” The stars are shining brightly, unobscured in the dead of night. I take a look at the moon, radiant in its crescent form. It…gives me hope. “I don’t need them. I can live my life just fine without them in it.” Out of all the pain and turmoil that today had brought, I did gain something, something irreplaceable. I was finally free. I could be…me. *** That same pain, one of rage and shame, bubbles up inside me. I walk over to Johnny, jabbing my finger into his chest. “I AM NOT A ‘FUCKING DUDE’, I’M A FUCKING WOMAN!” I let my words drip with venom. I don’t care if I’ve been dating him for 2 months, I won’t let anybody talk to me like that. “Oh really? Could’ve fooled me with that cock between your legs!” His unwarranted anger only adds fuel to my own fire. “I told you before I moved in that I was different! Too bad you spent all that time looking at my ass. Perhaps if you paid more attention, you would’ve fucking noticed!” I continue to press into him, until he grabs my hand, bending my wrist back. “LET GO OF ME, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Keeping hold of my hand, he tosses me out of the bathroom. I land on my ass with a thud, getting rug burn across my upper thighs. “By weird, I thought you meant all your Wiccan crap, not that you were some kind of freak!” Freak. Freak. Freak! That fucking word! I don’t even register getting to my feet or marching up to him. Only when my palm makes contact with his face, the slap hitting his mouth, do I even realize what I’ve done. He looked stunned, like nobody had ever dared to hit him before. I hold my hand in front of my face, appalled by my actions. “Johnny…I…” His fist barrels into my abdomen, and I bend over, falling to the floor. I gasp, trying to regain the air that had been sucked into my lungs. “You fucking bitch! I can’t believe I ever let you suck me off!” I wish I could say something witty, something clever, maybe some remark about his small dick, but I can’t. I’m unable to catch my breath. I struggle to just barely breathe. He grabs me by the hair, dragging me to the front door. I can some hair follicles pulling from my scalp, sending my pain receptors into overdrive. Despite the pain, all I can manage to let out between ragged exhales are small yelps. He tosses me out into the hallway, my head banging against the wall of the apartment complex. I see stars for a moment, unable to notice my bag flying towards my face. It hits its intended mark, one of the rounded spikes poking into the flesh just below my eye. “Fu…fucking dick…” My vision clears enough to see him standing behind the door, vitriol in his eyes. “We’re done. Stay the fuck away from me, queer!” He slams the door shut, locking it behind him. Fuck…fuck, I can’t stay here. The noise must have awoken at least some of the neighbors, and I don’t want them to see me like this; bruised up and pantsless. I grab my purse, running as fast as my battered legs can manage, going through the entrance and exiting into the city street. Where am I going? Where can I even go? I make my way down the sidewalk, my bare feet crunching the loose bits of debris and trash beneath them. I wish I hadn’t left my car at work. I make it a few blocks down the road, the lamplight giving me just enough ability to see, without allowing me to know where I am. I’m new to the city, only having moved here a couple of months back to start my new job, so I have no idea where I am right now. I could be in the absolute safest part of the city, or it could be the opposite. I have no way of telling which. But in my current state, I hope it’s not the latter. I’m an easy target right now. I can feel my legs start to tire, the panicked rush from earlier having subsided. I don’t think I can go on much longer. I spot an alleyway to my right, looking like a relatively safe spot for me to catch my breath. I lean against the wall, letting my body sink to the cold, damp concrete, sending a chill through my body. I open up my bag, pleading to the gods that I left my phone inside. I fumble my hand around through the dark, hoping to feel the glass of the screen somewhere inside. I eventually find it, quickly pulling it out and hitting the power button. The screen flickers to life, but my heart drops. 1% battery life. As quickly as the light illuminated the space around me, my beacon of hope died, trapping me in the surrounding darkness once more. Why? Why does this always happen to me? Why do I allow people to get close to me, only to get hurt in return? I thought I didn’t need anyone, but the pain inside my heart tells me a different story. I need somebody, anybody, who will just accept me. That’s all. Not love, not adoration, but acceptance. But they won’t. They never do. I curl up, resting my head in my knees, for comfort, and for warmth. Suddenly, I’m that 18-year-old girl again, getting kicked out of the house, abandoned by the ones who were supposed to love her. I cry out into the night, taking at least some small comfort that nobody is around to see me break down. I’m so disgusting. *** Next time Andrew wants to ‘meet a client for drinks’, he can at least pick a spot with decent parking. I exit the quaint establishment into the chilly evening air, pulling my scarf tight across my neck to keep warm. It hadn’t been a total lie; we did meet a client, and the two manchildren did partake in more than a few drinks, but I had hoped to at least discuss our plans for the quarterly budget. Instead, I spent the evening watching my colleague downing shots with a man old enough to be my father. If I wanted to see a bunch of grown-ass men acting like frat boys, I could’ve done so on TV, from the comfort of home. After dodging their 5th attempt to get me to drink with them, I had finally found an excuse worthy of my exit. “Sorry, I have to be up in the morning, there’s a doctor’s appointment I have to make.” A total fib, but at least it got me out of there. I have a rare day off tomorrow, and I sure as shit wasn’t going to spend it nursing a hangover. I continue walking down the city street, thinking of all the ways I can spend my time relaxing. Maybe I’ll go out to the movies, or treat myself to a little shopping trip. I wonder if Alex and Jessica are free. Maybe we can have a little playtime. I turn right on the block, and my train of thought is thrown off track. I can hear a series of strange noises ahead of me. Is that…is someone crying? I follow the sound down the street, coming up to an alley on my left. It’s definitely coming from here. “Hello? Is someone there?” Some part of my mind thinks this could be a bad idea. I mean, who would be crying in an alley this late at night? Perhaps my mind was playing tricks on me. Or maybe it was just a street cat, crying out in hunger. I don’t get to wonder for too long though, as my question is soon answered. “GO THE FUCK AWAY!” That voice…it’s in such pain. I pull my phone out of my pocket, turning the flashlight on, and lighting up the area. A few feet from where I’m standing, I can see the source of the cries; a young woman, curled on the ground with tears coming from her eyes. You heard her, you should just leave her alone. This isn’t any of your business. But I take a closer look at her. She is not okay. Just looking at her face, I can see a large welt under her eye, having turned a nasty shade of purple. Her legs, tightened up around body, are covered in bruises and abrasions. Her bare feet, having turned white from the cold, are adorned with cuts along the bottom. What in the hell happened to her? I barely took a step forward before she pushed her body further back into the dark alley. “Stay away from me!” This isn’t normal. It’s a trauma response. I hold my hands out in front of me, trying to convey that I mean no harm. “Hey, it’s okay! I’ll stay right where I am. There are better places than an alley to rest, you know,” The girl looks me up and down, trying to determine if I’m a threat. “What’re you doing out here sweetie? You’re certainly not dressed for the cold.” I was underexaggerating. I can see her trying to hold back her shivers, the lone shirt around her body not being nearly enough to keep warm in the daytime, let alone a night like this. “That’s…none of your business.” She wraps her arms around her legs, keeping her guard up. “That might be, but I’m here now, so it has sort of become my business, wouldn’t you say?” She doesn’t respond, but I can see her arms loosen a bit, becoming a bit more relaxed towards my presence. “Would you mind if I take a seat next to you?” The shivering woman raises a brow at my request, not having expected that one. “It’s a free country. Do what you want.” I slowly make my way into the passage. Getting within a couple of feet of her, I begin to kneel, careful to leave enough space between us to not threaten the poor thing. She flinches slightly as I sit down, but doesn’t back away. “How about I introduce myself? I’m Emma, nice to meet you.” I hold my hand out, offering a simple handshake that she doesn’t return. She just stares at me, like I’m some sort of strange creature. “Roxie…” Well, at least she’s talking. That’s a start. “It’s nice to meet you, Roxie. It looks like you’ve had a rough night. My car is right up the road. Can I take you somewhere? Do you have a place to stay?” Her tears return, a sniffle coming out of her nose. “No, my…my ex and I just…broke up,” From her current state, I can tell this was more than a simple lovers quarrel. My blood boils just thinking about what that man could have done to her, but I remain calm and focus on listening to her. “He…called me a freak, and…I can’t go back there. I can’t…” She trails off. A freak? Why would he say such a cruel thing? From her appearance, I can see that she follows more of an…alternative lifestyle, the black of her clothing and hair contrasting with the paleness of her skin, but I certainly wouldn’t call her a freak. But then, things start to click. The subtle signs that people tend to miss; the lightness of a voice spoken from the throat rather than the chest, the way the shirt seems to cling around her form, the unusually small chest for someone her age, and it all begins to make sense. I see what happened. Poor thing. I can’t imagine how she’s feeling right now. “I’m sorry that happened to you,” She looks away from me, staring down at the ground. “Can I call somebody for you? A friend, or a family member.” I’m caught off guard by a cynical chuckle escaping her lips. “No, I don’t have anyone like that. I’m new to the city, and my family…is out of the picture. I’m alone.” My heart breaks into pieces upon the confession. All alone, in a strange new city, and she still has the ability to laugh. “Well, Roxie, at least let me bring you to the hospital. You need to get those wounds taken care of.” She jumps to her feet, her arms wrapping around her waist. Damnit Emma, you pushed too far. “No!” For a second, I think she’s going to take off, and vanish into the night, but she calms down. “Sorry, just…I can’t go to the hospital. I…don’t have insurance at the moment.” This woman really can’t catch a break. What do I even do in this situation? I can’t just leave her here. The temperature will continue to drop, and with her attire, she’d surely freeze to death by morning. There’s only one thing I can think to do. I have to do this gently. I stand up and look into her eyes, shrouded in uncertainty and fear. I make sure the expression on my face is one of pure warmth, and I let my tone become gentle and calm. “Well, I have a first-aid kit back at my place, and my guest bedroom is currently unoccupied. How about I get you fixed up, you can get some sleep, and we can figure this out in the morning. Don’t worry, the door has a lock on it, so you’ll have some privacy.” Her mouth is agape, perhaps unable to comprehend what she just heard. “Why? Why are you doing this? I’m a total stranger. I could be a psychopath, or some kind of criminal. Why would you go so far for someone you just met in an alley?” I slowly reach my hand out. I can see her foot shift a bit, wondering if some sort of assault is coming her way, but she stays in place. She keeps her eyes on me, not exactly trusting me yet, but at the same time, no longer afraid. I place my hand on her shoulder, lightly resting it there. “Why do I need a reason to help someone in need? If I just left you here in the cold, what sort of monster would I be? I help because I can. There’s nothing more to it.” You could say I’m more than a little surprised when I feel her move forward, leaning into my chest. I wrap an arm around her, rubbing concentric circles along the small of her back. “It’s alright. You’re okay. You’re not alone now, Roxie.” I can feel her shivering vibrate my body, so I hold her close, trying to provide my body heat to the cold, sobbing mess. The embrace lasts for a few moments longer, the girl gently pulling away from me. “Sorry, you must think I’m strange, hugging you like that.” I let out a light laugh, and move my arms around my neck. I take off my scarf, wrapping it around her to keep her warm. “It’s alright, I don’t mind,” I hold out my hand, and with a moment's hesitation, she takes it. “Now let’s get out of this place before you catch a cold.” *** The car ride is filled with silence, neither one of us quite sure what to say. I focus on the road, not wanting to stress the girl out with any undue words. I can see her leg tapping about restlessly in the passenger seat from the corner of my eye. It’s but a few moments later that I reach my destination, pulling into my driveway. I unbuckle my seatbelt and step out the door, into the chilly night. It dropped fast. I’m glad I got her out of there when I did. I can hear Roxie stepping out of the passenger side as I make my way up the pathway, turning around as I reach the door, waiting for her to catch up. She makes her way over to me, her hand holding onto her arm in a nervous state. I open the door, flicking the light switch on as I step into my warm abode. Home, sweet home. I make my way inside, tilting my head back to see her standing outside the doorway. “Don’t be shy, come on in,” She looks reluctant, but eventually takes a step, joining me into the living room. I close the door behind us, leaving the chill of the night behind. “Welcome to my place. It’s not much, but make yourself at home.” I can see her eyes darting around, taking in the unfamiliar sights. “It’s…it’s nice. Thank you for having me, I appreciate it.” I smile at her. “Don’t worry about it! Now, the bathroom is right down the hallway over there, first door on the right,” I point in the direction. “There’s a first-aid kit underneath the sink. I can give you a hand if you like. It’s up to you of course.” She glances my way, making the slightest bit of eye contact before looking back towards her feet. “I…I should be fine, thanks.” “Alright, well you take care of that, and I’ll find you some clothes to wear. There’s a shower in there as well. I’d recommend rinsing off before you try and disinfect, just to make sure there’s no grime left.” She seems to perk up at the sound of a shower. “That sounds wonderful. Thank you again, Emma. I don’t know how I’ll repay your kindness.” “Like I said, don’t worry about it, there’s nothing to repay. There are a few guest towels underneath the sink as well, and feel free to help yourself to any sundries you might need.” She opens her mouth, perhaps to thank me again, but settles for a nod, and makes her way to the bathroom. I can hear the click of the lock as the door closes behind her. I take a seat on the sofa, gathering my thoughts. This girl has been through a lot today. She must be completely exhausted. I can hear the sound of water running in the distance, and I remember that I have a job to do. I make my way to the guest bedroom and open up the closet door. I should be able to find something for her to wear here. Rummaging through the hangers and neatly folded piles of clothes, I come up with a suitable outfit; a plain t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. Not the most luxurious look, but it’ll do. I return to the hallway, placing the folded clothes in front of the door. I can hear the faucet turn off, along with the sound of wet feet on tile. I give the door a quiet knock before speaking. “Roxie, I’m going to leave some clothes out here on the floor for you. I’ll be in the living room, just come out when you’re ready.” “Okay, thanks, Emma.” I walk back to the living room, taking my seat once more. I can hear the door open for a brief moment before closing just as quickly. Only a few minutes later, I hear the door open again, and Roxie enters from the hallway. Her wounds have been addressed, bandages covering the worst of them. The borrowed clothes are a bit baggy for her, but they look nice. “Well, you certainly clean up nice.” She blushes and flashes me with a smile. That’s the first time I’ve seen one from her tonight. “Thanks, I probably look better free from blood and dirt. Thank you again for…” She interrupts herself with a yawn. I look over to the clock, noticing the time. It’s late. We could both use some rest. “Why don’t I show you to the guest room so you can catch some sleep?” She nods her head, clearly tired from today's events. I get up from my spot and walk down the hallway with her in tow. We walk inside the room, the light still on from my previous visit. “It’s rather quaint, but the bedding is soft, and the sheets are fresh. I’m sure you’re tired, so I’ll leave you to rest.” I turn to walk out the door, but I’m stopped by her voice. “Wait!” I look at the girl, a panicked expression across her face. “Would you…stay with me for a bit, just until I fall asleep? I…don’t want to be alone right now.” Oh, you sweet, sweet thing. “Of course, whatever you need.” I watch her crawl beneath the covers, and I walk over to the bed, taking a spot on the foot of it. “Thank you, Emma, for everything…” A few moments later, I watch her eyes close, the exhaustion allowing her to pass out in the blink of an eye. That didn’t take long. I get up, careful not to wake the sleeping angel before me. I walk towards the door, flipping the light switch off, allowing the darkness to help her rest. “You’re welcome, Roxie. Sweet dreams,” I whisper before gently closing the door, leaving it cracked just a bit. I make my way to my own room, kicking my shoes off before flopping onto the mattress. I don’t even have time to get underneath the blanket before the sandman takes hold of me, drifting away into slumber. *** I awake to a knock at my door, my body shooting straight up, totally alert. I can hear a voice from the other side. “Emma, it’s Roxie. Thanks again for letting me spend the night.” Roxie…who… The memories of last night flood into me all at once. I decide to respond. “Of course. Help yourself to anything in the fridge. I’m sure you must be hungry.” “Alright, I will, thanks.” I can hear the footsteps fade away, and I let out a sigh. I’m glad she was able to sleep through the night. I grab my phone, still in my pocket, and check the time. 9:24am. Not quite a full 8 hours, but I’ll take it. Just then, a notification goes off, and I see a text from Alex. “Hey Em, you wanna come over? Jess is just dying to see you. XOXO.” I take a moment to reply. “Sorry, I can’t today. A lot happened last night, and a friend needs me right now. I’ll fill you in later.” I hit send and place my phone down on the bed. A friend. For some reason, that doesn’t feel quite right. I don’t know how to explain it, but in the brief period of time since I’ve met Roxie…I don’t know, I feel something. A connection. Stop, Emma. You can’t think like that, not right now. A friend is exactly what she needs right now. I get up from my bed, place my feet into my slippers, and make my way out the door. Making my way through the hallway, I can see Roxie sitting at the table, munching on a piece of bread with peanut butter on the top. I don’t know if that counts as breakfast, but I’m glad she’s eating something. She notices my entrance and gives me a smile, a bit of crumb on her lip. “Morning Emma.” “Good morning! Would you like some coffee? I make a mean brew.” “Sure thing. Lots of cream and sugar in mine, please.” She seems more upbeat today too. “No problem, it will just take a second.” I walk into the kitchen, looking back to see her scarf down the rest of her makeshift meal. I walk to the counter and begin preparing the pot. I sit there, watching the liquid drip through the filter, and think about the girl in my kitchen. No home, no family, and no friends. What is she going to do? What am I going to do? It’s not like I’ll just toss her out to fend for herself. I’ll offer the room to her for a few days, at least until she can get on her feet. No matter her answer, I’ll let her know that I’m here for her, and that she has a…friend she can rely on. Grabbing the mugs, one full of black coffee, the other sweetened to perfection, I walk back into the dining area to see the smile on her face, breathing in the scent of the heavenly bean water. As I look at her, a single thought runs through my mind: Why don’t I want her to leave? 7 Link to comment
CallMeYour_Rin Posted March 24 Author Share Posted March 24 Update & Chapter 8 Preview Hello there! I know it's been a few days, and some of you are probably wondering: "Hey, where's chapter 8?" Well, let me address those concerns. Chapter 8 is coming along well, just a bit slower than I'd have liked. I'd say I'm just about 65-70 percent through writing the chapter. I've had some personal stuff going on in my life the past couple of days, and didn't have as much time to write as I had hoped. Between work and those other issues, my work on here had become rather limited. Could I have just rushed out the chapter. perhaps, but I wouldn't do that to my readers. In my opinion, just rushing to get something out only results in a work of lesser quality, which is not my goal here. Regardless of the end result, I want each and every chapter to represent the best of my work, and holding myself to such (admittedly unnecessarily and harsh) standards means that Chapter 8 is taking a bit. You won't have to wait for too long though, as I've resumed my usual pacing, and should have it posted in the next couple of days. As mentioned in a previous post, this will mark the end of "Act 1" of the story, and will begin to wrap up a couple of things. In "Act 2", you can expect a lot of scenes that dive into play, such as chapters 3 and 7. In fact, I'd consider 3 and 7 to be quite "tame" in comparison to some of my later plans. Let's just say, some foreshadowing will be paying off, and rather quickly. I don't want to give too much away, but I will say this; Roxie will find what she was always looking for. For now, I'll leave you all to ruminate on that, and since its been a little while since you've had something to read, I'll give you a quick preview of Chapter 8.Thank you all for your patience, and I hope you look forward to reading the full chapter 8 soon. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- June 4th, 2023. 7:24pm My eyes open to the sound of the engine shutting off. That was a hell of a nap. I turn to my left, watching Emma unbuckle her seatbelt. I catch her eye, having noticed my awakening. “Come on sweetie, the quicker we get out, the quicker we can eat.” Groggily, I rub the drowsiness from my eyes before undoing the buckle, and stepping out of the car. I step into the parking lot, looking up at the brightened marquee before me; it reads La Luce Della Sera. “The night light?” I ask, unsure of the translation. “Close, my love. It means ‘The Evening Light’. But I guess ‘Night Light’ would be more appropriate for you, wouldn’t it?” I can feel my face becoming warm, doubly so when she takes my hand, walking me up to the stained glass doors. We stop just before entering, and Emma turns to look at me. “Now, how do you want this date to go? Would you like to stay in control, or would you like Mommy to take care of ordering for you?” Oh goddess, that really pushes my buttons. Should I just give in, and allow her to take hold of the evening? But it’s been so long since we’ve had a real date night. “I think tonight should just be about us, enjoying the evening without play.” Emma looks a bit disappointed but accepts my answer. “Alright love, let’s get inside.” Entering through the doors, my eyes take a second to adjust to the bright lighting inside. Hand in hand, we approach the host stand. A young gentleman looks up from his service screen. His well-dressed attire does not match his face, adorned with the horrifying side effects of puberty. I can tell from his skin that he washes daily, but the acne of youth seems to persist. “Hello, welcome to La Luce Della Sera. My name is Matt. Table for two?” “Yes, thank you, Matt.” Emma’s voice comes out in that professional tone I know, reserved for business meetings and professional scenarios. I guess this place is pretty fancy. “Perfect, we actually have a booth opened up at the moment; let me show you to your seats.” I’m glad we don’t have to wait, I’d probably starve to death if I had to stand here for too long. We follow Matt towards the back end of the restaurant, passing the tables adorned with pristine white tablecloths. I can smell the food of the other patrons, my mouth watering in anticipation. Reaching a small booth at the back corner of the establishment, he places a couple of menus down on the table. “Your server shall be with you shortly.” “Thank you, hun. Here, for your troubles.” She pulls a neatly folded Twenty from her purse, which Matt seems to be grateful for. Too many people forget to tip the host. “It’s my pleasure ma’am. Let me know if you need anything.” He returns to the host desk after a small bow, and we take our seats. I step into the C-shaped seating, sinking into the red-leathered upholstery. Emma does the same, setting her handbag underneath the tablecloth, the accessory disappearing from view. On the dining surface, a pair of menus sit in front of us, and silverware to the sides, wrapped up in maroon napkins. I can almost make out my reflection from the glassy finish of the rolled-up cutlery. “Dang Em, this place is beautiful. There’s such an aura to this establishment, like love clings to the very air,” She places her elbows on the table, clasping her hands together. She leans forward, giving me that smile I so adore. I said something right. One point for Roxie. I can feel my face becoming flushed, and I return her smile with one of my own; perhaps not one of the same confidence, but lovingly just the same, or so I hope. Looking at her now, it’s almost easy to forget that this was the same woman paddling my backside just a few hours ago. But looking at her now, I just see her. I see Emma, the woman who found me years ago, at my lowest point. The one who took me in, sheltered me, gave me warmth, and most of all, gifted me with her love. At the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter what role we’re playing, or what contract we signed. To me, whether I call her “Mommy” or “Ma’am”, she’s still Emma at heart, and if I had to guess, it’s probably the same for her. Underneath all the diapers, onesies, and littleness, I’m still Roxie to her. But then, like a scratched DVD skipping to a different part of the scene, my mind flashes an afterimage to me. The contract. It says that when out and about, I should be calling her “Ma’am”. Does that apply right now? I mean, I AM diapered at the moment. Even though I’m wearing ‘big-girl clothes’ over it, it’s still there. Are the rules still in effect? Did I already break one of them? I know I won’t find the answer inside my head, so I work up my nerve to ask. 1 Link to comment
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