Littles Lost - The Gift Part II (Chapter 21 - 11-5-25)

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

The book is available if you want to read it on a kindle.  I'll keep posting here, and I'll eventually change it to Kindle unlimited.
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OK, the sequel:  Chapter 1 has a shorter refresher if you haven't read the first story.  The Gift was mostly about Jim and Linda Patton going from retired husband and wife to young baby and mother.  It had no explicit content and more of an age regression story then ABDL.  The sequel is different.  Jim/Jamie is now barely a side character since he's functionally a baby.  Linda/Emily is more of side character now, the story focuses on Martha and Daniel as they navigate the changes they go through after being infected with the regression virus.  This story will have more explicit ABDL and adult content, including diaper changes, psychological humiliation, sex and language.  Though it's still much tamer then what I usually write.  

   I had AI generate some character sheets for the characters.
 

 

Chapter 1

Martha looked at herself in the mirror and slowly smiled.  Her hair showed only a few hints of grey, her skin looked years younger, she’d even gained back an inch of height.  She could easily pass as early 40s.  Five weeks ago she had been a senior citizen.   A huge smile slowly creeped across her face. “Martha my dear, welcome back,” she said with a smile and headed down to breakfast.  As usual super mom Emily was already working on pancakes. 

“Good morning, you’re looking rather chipper today,” Emily said as Martha gracefully slid a coffee cup out of the pantry and headed for Mr. Coffee.  

“I think I’ve dodged a bullet.  I’m a very lucky woman,” Martha said as she dropped down at the kitchen table.  

“For a while I thought you’d be joining Jamie in the nursery,” Emily said with a chuckle.

“For a while I thought I’d be changing into a man,” Martha said and rubbed her eyes.  

Emily flipped over a pancake, “Human’s are incredibly adaptable, you know, it’s only been 8 months, so much has changed.  You used to be my nosy neighbor, and now you're my…”

“Live in babysitter, accountant, and” Martha cut her off.

“Best friend,” Linda said, cutting her off.  

Martha smiled, “BFFs for life.  I’m young enough to talk like that now,” she said with a laugh.

It was true, in the last eight months, Emily Shepard’s life had been turned upside down. Once known as Linda Patton, a 68-year-old retiree living in Florida, she had been de-aged to a vibrant 24-year-old. And the 7-year-old toddler now asleep in the nursery? That was her 71-year-old husband, Jim, now Jamie.
The whole bizarre transformation began one spring morning when the Pattons encountered a young man named Clark during a walk in the park. Clark, looking worse for wear after a night of partying, was helped by the couple, who shared breakfast with him. Unbeknownst to them, Clark was an alien traveling the galaxy for a travel book. Grateful for their kindness, he used his ship’s technology to craft a retrovirus based on their deepest desires. For Linda, it was a chance to experience motherhood, a longing she had always harbored. For Jim, however, his secret wish was far different: he had always dreamed of being a toddler again.

Their nosy widowed neighbor, Martha, got caught up in the chaos and was infected with Linda’s virus. What they didn’t know was that the virus, designed specifically for Linda and Jim, wouldn’t have the same precise effects on others. While Martha didn’t experience the de-aging effects, she was physically rejuvenated, gaining youthful energy and vitality.
Linda’s nephew, Daniel, also got pulled into the plot. A 48-year-old game streamer living in his mom’s basement with a history of failures and dead ends, Daniel hoped Linda’s virus would restore his youth and allow him to profit. The virus de-aged him back to his 30s, but it also changed his biological sex, turning Daniel into Daniella. This transformation also led to a huge increase in the popularity of his Twitch stream.
Changes like these are impossible to hide, Linda and Jim had to live in secret.  Luckily Martha’s dead husband had some connections with people who could help.  Linda and Jim were able to get new identities, and the four of them moved from Florida to Illinois to start a new life.  5 weeks ago Martha accidentally infected herself with some of Jamie’s blood and has been on pins and needles ever since. 

“You should have just made frozen waffles, we are going to be cooking all day,” Martha said.

“It’s Thanksgiving morning, and anyway I love to cook,  plus Daniella is going to help, but we’ll see how that goes,” Emily replied. said.

“Yeah, good luck with that,” Martha chuckled.  

Linda smiled brightly, her eyes catching the gleam from the morning sun, “That is if she ever gets out of bed.”

“Yeah, how in the world does someone make a living playing video games until 2AM?” Martha asked.

“I don’t really understand it, but I think it helps when they have a midlife glow up,” Linda said.

“OK, your best friend better go get our little angel out of his crib,” Martha said heading for the stairs leaving her steaming coffee at the table.

“Hey little man, you awake,” she said as she turned on the lights in Jamie’s nursery.  She saw the boy, now appearing to be the size of a six year old, roll over and cover his head with a stuffie.  Though he had the body of a young child in the last five weeks Jamie’s mind had almost fully regressed to that of a toddler.  Linda said that she saw traces of her husband all the time, but to Martha he was just a baby now.  

Martha lowered the side of the massive adult sized crib, “Come on, Jamie, time to get up!” she said cheerfully as she gently pulled the stuffed animal from Jamie’s face. His small, round eyes blinked up at her, a hint of confusion in them as he stretched his little arms. He mumbled something inaudible, then yawned and snuggled back into the blankets.
Martha couldn’t help but smile. Though Jamie’s regression was hard for Linda, Martha found a strange tenderness in caring for him. His innocence, the pure joy in his toddler-like behaviors, made her heart soften every time she saw him. She’d never expected to be so invested in a man, let alone someone who used to be her best friend’s husband, being so dependent on her. But here they were.
“Come on, Jamie. I’ve got pancakes downstairs, and if you hurry, we might still catch Daniella.”
At the mention of Daniella, Jamie perked up slightly, sitting up in bed, though he still looked a bit lost. His small hands reached out toward Martha as he babbled something she couldn’t quite make out.
Martha gently lifted him into her arms, cradling him against her chest as she checked his diaper, no mess, just soggy like every morning.  “Lets get that bottom dry,” she said and laid him on the huge adult sized changing table.  “You wouldn’t believe how much money you’re saving us, those silly adult diapers your Mommy was buying you were outrageously expensive,” Jamie just giggled and played with the size 8 Pampers that Linda handed him as she wiped down his bottom.  
“Pancakes!” Jamie shouted once the change was complete and he was back on his feet.  He scampered out the door in just his tee and diaper.  “Well you’re welcome,” Martha said.
 

[BabySofia]

Glad to see the sequel is starting!

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

I wrote a Preface.

 

Hi, thank you for selecting my book.  I really hope you enjoy it.  I started The Gift in late 2024.  I set out with two goals.  Writing ABDL fiction as a form of therapy for myself, and writing ABDL fiction with a wholesome vibe, something I’ve never really done.  The characters of Jim, Linda, Martha, Daniel were all based on aspects of me, or people I’ve known.  The book kind of snowballed, I began getting up earlier and earlier to find time to write.  The characters came alive and I felt like I was just documenting their adventure.  

When I reached an obvious stopping point I decided that I was ready to shift gears a bit and change up the mood of the story.  Part 2,  Littles Lost is about going too far, getting in too deep before you’re ready.  It’s much more adult in nature and has more typical elements of ABDL erotica. Linda and Jim become Emily and Jamie, and they play only as side characters in this story as their journey is both complete and yet only just starting.  Now Martha and Daniella have become the main players and must navigate the changes the regression virus created in them.

Now for one last serious topic.  Writing The Gift first and foremost was therapy for me.  My partner and I have dealt with infertility for 24 years of marriage.  We have hardened our hearts to the fact that we will grow old and die childless.  Despite the thick scabs over our wounds they still bleed from time to time.  

Thank you for coming on this journey with me and thanks to Jim, Jamie, Linda, Emily, Martha, Daniel, Daniella, Zach, Hailey, Kenzie, Christopher, and yes even Logan,  for helping me live a fantasy and heal.
 

Just published on amazon, will be available in a few days.  Here's the next chapter.  

 

Chapter 2

“I don’t know, I don’t want to impose.  Thanksgiving is for family,” Christopher said.
“No really, it's totally cool, they’d love to have you.” Daniella said as she laid in her bed with her phone to her ear.
“You guys are really kind, for years I’ve been having Thanksgiving with Gary, but since he moved away I really don’t have anywhere to go,” the man’s voice explained.
“Your parents?” Daniella asked.
“They’re... not really in the picture. We’ve been out of touch for a while now,” Christopher said, his voice tinged with hesitation. “It’s kind of... complicated.”
Daniella paused for a moment, processing what he said. She knew enough about Christopher’s past to understand there was more to the story, but she didn’t want to press him too hard. The last thing she wanted was to make him feel uncomfortable.
“Well, anyway,” she said with a warm smile, even though he couldn’t see it, “we’ve got a spot at our table for you. It’ll be a good time, trust me. My family’s a bit, uh, unconventional, but they’re all good people.”
“I’ve been looking forward to meeting them again.”
“It’ll be nice to have you there. It’s Thanksgiving, after all. It’s all about being with the people who matter.”
“Alright, alright. You win. I’ll come. But I’m warning you, I’m no expert in Thanksgiving dinners. I’ll just try not to make a fool of myself.”
Daniella laughed softly, her heart warming at the idea of sharing the holiday with him. “No pressure. Just show up and eat. That’s all we ask.”
They chatted for a little longer, finalizing the details, and then Daniella hung up, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nervousness.  Did she have a boyfriend now?   Daniella got out of bed and removed her nightie and stared at her A cup breasts in the mirror.  She shimmied her panties down and studied what was left between her legs.  A couple months ago when she still thought of herself as Daniel, her shrinking manhood sent her in a panic.  Now looking at the comically tiny penis and it’s baby sized testes made her feel gross.  “Well buddy we had some good times, but if you could just go ahead and disappear that would be great,” she said with a laugh.  
***
The old victorian style house on mainstreet felt like a home, The table was set, the turkey was carved, and the warmth of family filled the room. Emily, basking in her role as a young mother, glanced around the table with a sense of pride. Jamie sat beside her in his oversized highchair playing with his spoon.  Martha was sitting beside her, beaming with energy and barely a hint of her age showing. Daniella, on the other hand, seemed caught somewhere between excitement and nervousness, her eyes flicking toward Christopher every now and then.
As the meal went on, conversation flowed freely. Emily and Martha traded lighthearted jabs, talking about Jamie’s latest antics. Daniella seemed at ease, though there was a nervous tension underneath the surface. She kept glancing at Christopher, trying not to be too obvious about it. The connection between them was undeniable, but Daniella still felt like she was walking a fine line, especially after all the changes in her life.  
Christopher, meanwhile, looked around the room with interest. It had been five weeks since the Fall Festival, and while he was more familiar with everyone now, some things still felt a little off to him. He noticed, for example,the little boy seemed a bit smaller than he had back at the festival. It was subtle, but there was something different about him. Maybe it was just his imagination or the fact that he hadn’t spent much time around kids.
“It’s so cool you guys are raising a foster kid,” Christopher said.  
Martha glanced at Emily, but Emily was well prepared and answered, “Yeah, we just really like having children around the house, but since that hasn’t worked out for either of us, and we had the room here, we signed up for foster care.”  
“Is that the same boy when I was last here at the Halloween carnival?”  Christopher asked.
Martha and Emily had discussed this and decided it would be too confusing to try to pretend that Jamie had a different name.  If Christopher became a regular fixture they would have to come up with another plan, but as of now they were just hoping he didn’t notice that Jamie was shrinking. 
“Yeap, we’ve had him for a few months now, hope we can keep him,” Emily answered. 
“Hey, Daniella, how’s that new streaming setup of yours?” Emily asked, hoping to change the subject.
Daniella smiled brightly, a mix of excitement and pride in her voice. “It’s going great! My new RTX 5090 is kicking butt,  followers are up, and I’m learning new tricks. I’ve even had some sponsorship offers! The PR is flowing, a company wants to send me a girly gaming chair.”
“Impressive,” Christopher said with a grin. “Looks like you’re making it work.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Daniella said, giving him a shy smile. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than necessary, but she quickly turned back to her plate when she noticed him noticing.
As the meal continued, Martha, ever the chatty one, found herself in the middle of a conversation with Emily about holiday traditions. She was laughing about some old memories when, suddenly, she froze mid-sentence. Her hand went to her lap, and her face flushed red as she looked down, realizing what was happening.
“Martha?” Emily asked, noticing her sudden silence.
Martha’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. “Excuse me,” she muttered, quickly standing up from the table and hurrying toward the bathroom. The sound of her hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway as she rushed away.
The room fell into an awkward silence. Daniella glanced at Emily, who seemed to notice the same thing.
“I’ll be right back,” Emily said and rushed after Martha.
“Martha dear, open the door please,”  Emily said at the bathroom door.  
“It’s fine, I’m fine, go back to dinner,” Martha said.
“Do you need some new clothes,” Emily asked.
“Yes,” followed after a long pause.  Soon Emily was helping her best friend dry her eyes as she changed her pants.  
“You know it’s more embarrassing now, when I was old it was like, ‘Well of course she pees her pants, she an old woman.’ Do you realize what this means?  Linda.. Emily.  I don’t want to end up like Jim, I..” Martha broke out in fresh tears.  
“OK, hold on, we know that it doesn’t work on you like it did on us.  Jim had almost no bladder control after just a few weeks.  You’re not going to end up like he did, and if you do, you know we’ll take care of you,” Emily explained.
Martha sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand as Emily helped her into a fresh pair of pants. The harshness of the moment, the awkwardness of it all, seemed to weigh on Martha. She wasn’t sure whether it was the regression starting to creep up on her or the sheer embarrassment of her body betraying her in front of Emily.
“I just don’t want to be like him,” Martha said quietly, her voice breaking. “I don’t want to lose myself like Jim did. I can’t,I can’t even...”
“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” Emily soothed, brushing a lock of hair from Martha’s face. “I understand. But listen to me, okay? You’re not going to lose yourself like he did. You’re strong. You’ve always been strong. And if it gets to be too much, we’ll be right here for you. You don’t have to go through this alone.”
Martha nodded slowly, though her eyes still held a flicker of fear. “I know... but still, I don’t want to need... those things. I don’t want to have to depend on... diapers.”
“Yeah, but..” Emily said.
“But what?”  
Emily stood up and looked around the bathroom, “Jim lost control at night, and it’s not fun waking up in a wet bed, maybe you should..”
Martha looked up at the ceiling, “Lets get this over with,” she said.  In the hallway they could hear Daniella and Christopher playing with Jamie as they crept up the stairs into the nursery. 
“It’s a good thing I didn’t throw these away,” Emily said as she dug around in the closet and produced a pack of ABDL diapers decorated with dinosaurs.
Martha groaned, the back of her hand pressed against her forehead in mild exasperation. “Dinosaurs? Really?”
Emily couldn't help but laugh softly. “Well, I’m pretty sure Jamie’s not going to need them in that future, at least I hope not.” she teased, holding up the package as she read the label. “They’re the ones that are too big for him now. And hey, they might be a bit... embarrassing, but if you’re going to wear one, at least you get some cute dinosaurs, right?”
Martha’s lips twisted into a reluctant smile. “I’m really not sure about this,” she said, her voice tinged with humor despite her nerves. “This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever done,” Martha said as she took the folded plastic from Emily.
Martha stared at the diaper in her hands, a frown tugging at her lips. “I thought I was done with these for good,” she muttered, shaking her head. “At least mine used to look like panties.”
Emily gave her a sympathetic glance. “I know, but things change, Martha. We’ll get through this.”
Martha hesitated for a moment, eyeing the diaper as if it might bite. She struggled to figure out how to put it on, turning it this way and that. “This is ridiculous,” she mumbled, frustrated.
“Need some help?” Emily asked gently.
Martha sighed, her shoulders slumping. “I guess. I never thought I’d be back here, like this.”
Without another word, Emily guided her to the changing table. “It’s okay, just let me do this,” she said softly, helping Martha lie down.
Martha’s breathing quickened as she lay there, her mind momentarily blanking. Something in the act of being on the changing table triggered a strange sense of vulnerability, and for a brief moment, a flash of regression hit her. She closed her eyes, feeling a little like a child again,helpless and small.  Her breathing increased.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Emily reassured her, smoothing out the diaper and securing it in place. “We’ve got you.”
Martha blinked, forcing herself to focus. “Thanks, Emily. I just... needed a second.”
“Don’t worry. You’re not alone,” Emily said, giving her a warm smile as she helped her up from the table.  
When Martha and Emily returned to the dining room, the lively chatter had settled into a more relaxed tone. Dessert was being served, and the table was filled with the warm scent of pumpkin pie, whipped cream, and freshly baked cookies.
Daniella was sitting next to Jamie, carefully feeding him a spoonful of chocolate pudding, her movements deliberate and tender. Jamie, as usual, was more interested in playing with his spoon than eating, but Daniella didn’t seem to mind. She smiled at him gently, her maternal instincts kicking in, despite the fact that it still felt strange to her at times.
Christopher was seated across from her, munching on a cookie, his eyes flicking between the others. He noticed the subtle shift when Martha rejoined the table. Daniella’s glance to her, the way she sat back down, picking up her fork like nothing had happened. A flicker of tension in the air that only he seemed to notice.
He didn’t know exactly what had gone on, Daniella seemed fine, her usual easygoing self, but Martha... she looked a bit off. There was something in the way Daniella’s eyes lingered on her, something unspoken. Christopher took another bite of his cookie, trying not to make it too obvious that he had seen the brief exchange.
“So, what’s the plan for after dinner?” Emily asked, breaking the silence and turning her attention toward Daniella.
“Well it’s a holiday, so lots of lonely gamers will be waiting for me to stream, but that’s hours away,” Daniella said
“I’ll be watching football, I don’t really know anything about it, but Hector and I always watched football after Thanksgiving,” Martha said.    
“I’d kind of like to call my sister,” Emily said and looked down.  Martha took her hand and held it.
“Her Sister is my Mom, but we haven’t spoken for a while,” Daniella explained to Christopher. 
“Howabout an after Thanksgiving dinner walk?” Christopher asked.  
“You two go, it’s never too late to learn about football,” Emily said.
 

[BabySofia]

1 hour ago, Sarah_Hillcrest said:

Now for one last serious topic.  Writing The Gift first and foremost was therapy for me.  My partner and I have dealt with infertility for 24 years of marriage.  We have hardened our hearts to the fact that we will grow old and die childless.  Despite the thick scabs over our wounds they still bleed from time to time.  

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So sorry to hear that. Adoption an option? I know being ABDL might make fostering an issue. I have some friends (vanilla) that have done that for many years. Their final placement turned into an adoption. 

 

Back to the story... Good chapter! I'm hoping she does regress all the way down personally. I think we'll see him get down to that smaller size here soon based on your pictures. I'll be curious how things go with Daniella and the boyfriend here! 💜

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

1 hour ago, BabySofia said:

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So sorry to hear that. Adoption an option? I know being ABDL might make fostering an issue. I have some friends (vanilla) that have done that for many years. Their final placement turned into an adoption. 

 

Back to the story... Good chapter! I'm hoping she does regress all the way down personally. I think we'll see him get down to that smaller size here soon based on your pictures. I'll be curious how things go with Daniella and the boyfriend here! 💜

Thank you, and when adoption was an option we couldnt' afford it.  I knew to many people with horror stories when it comes to fostering, but kind of wish we'd done that.  Now we can afford it but feel like we're too old.  

Thanks for the feedback on the chapter.  

[FloridaKid]

12 hours ago, Sarah_Hillcrest said:

Thank you, and when adoption was an option we couldnt' afford it.

@Sarah_Hillcrest Don’t give up on becoming a parent if that is important to you! We have four children, two of whom we adopted as infants while in our early 40’s. Raising responsible children is difficult, and requires absolute commitment to always being your best possible self/parent for your kids. That said, it is totally worth the effort, paid in full with love, laughter and shenanigans. Go for it! (It’s not all rainbows and unicorns, but it’s definitely worth the effort.) I wish you happiness whichever direction you ultimately determine is right for you. ❤️💕

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

6 hours ago, FloridaKid said:

@Sarah_Hillcrest Don’t give up on becoming a parent if that is important to you! We have four children, two of whom we adopted as infants while in our early 40’s. Raising responsible children is difficult, and requires absolute commitment to always being your best possible self/parent for your kids. That said, it is totally worth the effort, paid in full with love, laughter and shenanigans. Go for it! (It’s not all rainbows and unicorns, but it’s definitely worth the effort.) I wish you happiness whichever direction you ultimately determine is right for you. ❤️💕

Thanks.  I've talked to my wife recently about adoption or fostering and she isn't interested, says were too old.  We're 46 now.  I guess the forum doesn't update it's age LOL because it says I'm 38 but I think I was 38 when I made my account.   The horrible thing is that back when she was wanting to go for it I kept saying wait another year, something might happen.  

[aldl4811]

I love these stories and thank you for bravely sharing your personal story. 

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

4 hours ago, aldl4811 said:

I love these stories and thank you for bravely sharing your personal story. 

Thank you!!!

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

The book is available if you want to read it on a kindle.  I'll keep posting here, and I'll eventually change it to Kindle unlimited.
https://www.amazon.com/Littles-Lost-Gift-Part-2-ebook/dp/B0FH5W8KC3?ref_=ast_author_mpb

 

Chapter 3

“Sorry to hear about your Mom,” Christopher said as they sauntered down Main Street to Brookvale’s old historic square, among falling golden leaves.
“Yeah, it sucks, but she really couldn’t deal with all this,” Daniella said.  
Christopher was silent for several steps then took Daniella by the hand,  “Hey, I think I really like you,” he said.
“Umm, really?” Daniella stammered.
“Yeah, but before this goes any further we have to talk about the pink elephant in the room.”
“Pink elephant?” Daniella repeated, her mind racing. “What do you mean?”
Christopher sighed, taking her hands in his and leading her to a bench under a large oak tree, its golden leaves drifting around them. “I mean everything, Daniella. Us, where we’re going... everything we haven’t talked about yet. There’s a lot you don’t know about me, and I think it’s time I laid it all out there.”
Daniella’s heart skipped a beat. She’d sensed there was something more to Christopher, then just wearing diapers for fun, which was weird enough by itself.
“Okay,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “Go on.”
Christopher hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. “You know I’m in the ABDL community,” he said softly, his eyes not meeting hers at first. “It’s not just a kink for me, it’s a lifestyle.”
Daniella blinked, her mind struggling to process his words.  She knew that he was friends with the guy who sold them the adult sized baby furniture for Jamie, but she didn’t really know how close friends. 
Daniella’s stomach churned, a cold shiver running down her spine. She had suspected something like this, maybe, but hearing him say it out loud made it real, made it undeniable. She had noticed the crinkling, the odd moments when he shifted uncomfortably, but now it all clicked. The idea of a grown man, a guy like him, needing diapers was... well, it was hard to wrap her head around.
 “Wait, a lifestyle? I know you like to wear diapers and stuff?” Her voice cracked slightly, unable to mask the shock.
“Yeah,” Christopher said, looking at her with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. “I wear diapers 24/7,  it’s who I am, it’s about feeling secure in them.”  There was an awkward pause, and then Christopher blurted out,   “Also I have a Daddy.”
“Daddy…” Daniella said, her voice trembling. She had to ask. She had to know if he was actually talking about what she thought he was. “What do you mean by that? You said you have a Daddy?”
Christopher swallowed hard, a slight flush creeping up his neck. “Yeah,” he said, almost sheepishly. “I have a Daddy. He’s someone I trust deeply, someone who takes care of me. It’s not about being a baby all the time, it’s about trust, about the dynamic of being cared for. My Daddy guides me, helps me navigate... well, everything. It’s more than just playing pretend, it’s about affection, discipline, care.”
Daniella stared at him, her mouth dry. This was not what she expected. The words “Daddy” and “care” felt so out of place coming from a grown man, and the childishness of it made her feel queasy. Her mind spun, and she struggled to keep the conversation going without letting her discomfort show too much.
“I… I don’t know what to say,” she finally managed, her voice small. “You’re telling me that... you need diapers and a Daddy?  Are you gay?”
“I’m bi, I know it sounds strange,” Christopher said quickly, his voice apologetic. “But it’s the truth. I’m not expecting you to understand it all right away. I just wanted you to know. I didn’t want to keep this from you.”
Daniella felt a knot tighten in her chest. She wanted to run, to escape from the intensity of it all, but she knew she had to face it. The truth was out there, and now she had to decide whether she could handle it.
“Are you incontinent?  Do you really need to wear diapers all the time?” she asked, her words coming out in a rush. “I mean, doesn’t it get, like... uncomfortable?”
“It’s not about needing them all the time,” Christopher answered, his tone softening. “It’s about feeling secure. But yeah, I wear them 24/7. It’s part of who I am. But I still use the potty. I’m not a baby. It’s just... how I feel comfortable.”
Daniella’s head was spinning, trying to reconcile what he was saying with what she thought she understood about herself, and about him. Was she curious?  She hated to admit it, but yes, there was a part of her that was curious. Not necessarily about the diapers themselves, but about the deeper dynamic he was talking about. The trust. The care. Could she really understand it?
“I..” She stopped herself, unsure if she was ready to admit what she was feeling. “I’m not sure if I’m ready for this, Christopher. I’m not sure I even understand it.”
“That’s okay,” he said, squeezing her hand. “I’m not asking you to understand everything right now. I just want to be honest with you. I don’t want to hide who I am.”
The weirdness of this revelation was starting to register.  Daniella took a deep breath, but it did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside her. Her heart was still racing, her thoughts spiraling. She felt a sharp sting of betrayal, though not just at Christopher. No, this was as much about her own confusion, her own helplessness in the face of this revelation. Why did it bother her so much?”
She clenched her fists, her voice sharp as she forced the words out. “How exactly do I fit in with you and ‘Daddy?’” She laughed bitterly, a harsh, disbelieving edge to her tone. “Am I going to be your little sister?” The question hung in the air like a dagger, her anger flaring at the absurdity of it all, at how quickly everything had spun out of control.
Christopher’s eyes widened, taken aback by the intensity in her voice. “Daniella, no, no, it’s not like that. It’s not about you being in that dynamic.  Unless that was something... ”
“Then what the hell is it about?” she interrupted, her chest tight with emotion. “I’m not an idiot, I knew you were wearing diapers, but you’re dating me and you tell me you’re with someone else and then just expect me to, what? Sit back and watch? Be your... friend while you’re off being a little with your Daddy? That’s so messed up, Christopher!”
Her words spilled out like they were clawing their way out of her throat. She was angry, angry at him, yes, but more than that, she was furious at herself. How could she have let herself get this far into something she didn’t even understand? How could she have allowed herself to get tangled in this web, to let someone else’s complicated life pull her in when her life was already beyond insane.
Christopher took a step toward her, a softness in his eyes. “Daniella, I never meant to make you feel like this. I’m not expecting you to take on any role you’re not comfortable with.”
“Comfortable?” she snapped, her voice trembling now. “I’m not comfortable with any of this. I don’t know how to even process this, Christopher. You’re talking about diapers, about Daddy, and I just.”
She stopped herself, swallowing hard. There was a lump in her throat now, and the anger started to fade, replaced by something else. Something deeper, something that made her feel sick to her stomach. Was she angry? Or was she... curious?
The realization hit her with a jolt, making her feel like she was going to choke. She didn’t want to be curious about this. She didn’t want to be dragged into this world, into his world. But there it was, the uncomfortable truth she couldn’t deny.
Christopher looked at her, the tension between them thickening, but he stayed calm. “Our relationship isn’t like boyfriends or lovers. You don’t have to understand it, Daniella. You don’t have to be involved in this if it’s not something you want. But I won’t hide it from you. This is who I am. And I’ll give you space to figure things out if this is something you can accept.”
Daniella turned away, her fingers gripping her arms as she tried to steady her breath. Why was she so angry? It wasn’t just him. It was her own confusion, her own desire to make sense of something that didn’t fit into the neat little boxes she thought she had been building for herself as a woman. She wanted to be clear-headed. She wanted to know exactly who she was and what she wanted. But right now, all she felt was a growing, gnawing curiosity she wasn’t ready to face.
“I don’t know,” she said finally, her voice quieter now, but still tinged with frustration. “I don’t know what to do with this. With you. With... me.”
Christopher reached for her hand again, gently pulling her attention back to him. “That’s okay. We’ll figure it out. But you need to be honest with yourself. Don’t push away what you feel, just because it’s confusing.”
Daniella closed her eyes, feeling the weight of the moment settle in. She wasn’t sure where this path would lead, but she knew one thing for sure, she wasn’t ready to let go of him. But she was far from ready to dive into this new, overwhelming world, but she decided to dip her toe in.
“McDonalds is open, buy me a coffee and explain to me what exactly you do with Daddy.” 
 

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

Chapter 4

McDonalds on Thanksgiving is a sad affair, more empty then usual, just a scattering of old men staring into empty tables and empty chairs.  Christopher and Daniella sat down with their McCoffees in a secluded corner and Daniella thought maybe it would be best just to drop it, finish this coffee and cut this complication from her life, but the words that came out of her mouth betrayed her.
“I need to apologize,” they both said in unison and then laughed.  “OK, you first,” Daniella said.
“OK, I kind of take some things for granted, like we’re both LGBTQ, but that doesn’t mean we have the same feelings about everything,” Christopher said.
Daniella raised her eyes, “we’re both LGBTQ?”, the words sharper than she intended.
Christopher paused, his expression softening. “I mean… yeah. I’m bi. You’re a trans woman. That’s not nothing.”
Daniella looked down at her coffee, her stomach twisting. “Yeah,” she said slowly, “but I didn’t exactly choose this.” She stirred her drink, watching the swirl of creamer.  It was time for Daniella to try to be honest, at least as honest as she could be.  “You have to understand something about me.   I'm not part of a movement.  Hell I didn't even know anyone gay, bi, trans, whatever, I have no experience in that world.  This change is... I didn't have a choice, I had to accept it.   It’s like I got assigned this whole new identity and now I’m expected to know what to do with it.”
Christopher nodded, taking a careful sip. “That’s fair. I’m sorry. I guess I assumed we were... on the same side of that line. But your journey’s not mine.”
“No, it’s not,” Daniella said, more bitterly than she meant to. “I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t even want this. And now I’m sitting in McDonald’s talking about diapers and daddies and trying to figure out if I’m supposed to be repulsed or turned on.”
Christopher blinked but didn’t flinch. “And which is it?”
Daniella didn’t answer right away. She stared at him, this grown man who just told her he wore diapers and had a Daddy, and tried to reconcile that with the guy who made her feel safe, who kissed her hand like it meant something. “I don’t know, but I know I like you.”
Christopher leaned forward, his voice quiet but steady. “Then ask me. Anything. No judgment. You deserve to know what you’re walking into.”
Daniella hesitated, then said, “Okay... What do you do with him? With your... Daddy?”
He smiled, a little nervously. “It’s not always one thing. Sometimes it’s nurturing, like he makes me breakfast, or checks in on me, changes me, reminds me to shower when I forget. Other times, it’s... discipline. If I break rules we’ve agreed on, there’s consequences. It’s about boundaries. Trust.  Mostly he just makes me feel little.”
Daniella’s lips parted, but no words came out. There was something disarming in how calmly he said it all, how normal he made it sound.
“We don't live together, he has other littles too, I see him once or twice a week.  And yes,” he added, “there are times when I fully regress. Playtime. Cartoons. I talk in a little voice. I wear footie pajamas. But not always. Most days, I’m just... padded and functional. I go to work. I run errands. I just happen to feel better in diapers. They keep me grounded.”
“You like feeling that way?” she asked, not quite hiding her incredulity.
He nodded. “Yeah. It helps me feel safe. And I know that’s hard to get if you’re not wired that way.”
She looked at him, really looked at him, and realized, with a small, painful clarity, that she wasn’t straight. She had accepted that part of her becoming a woman was feeling something for men.  Something inside her had shifted. The virus had rewritten her code.  And whatever this was between her and Christopher... It was more than curiosity.
“I used to think I was straight,” she whispered. “Now I don’t even know what that means. And I hate that I didn’t get to choose this.”
Christopher reached across the table and gently placed his hand over hers. “Most of us didn’t choose this path. But you get to choose what you do with it now.”
Daniella didn’t answer right away. But she didn’t pull her hand away either.
“Do you fuck?” the words came out of her mouth but she didn’t remember thinking them.  Daniel had never talked like that, and Daniella certainly didn’t.  
Christopher blinked, not in offense but in surprise. The question hit the table like a brick.
He tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her. “No,” he said slowly, honestly. “Not in any traditional way. Not with Daddy, at least.”
Daniella’s brow furrowed. “But there’s a sexual component?”
“Yeah,” he said, choosing his words carefully. “But it’s not really sex.  It’s about intimacy. Power. Trust. Sometimes it’s as simple as being told I’m allowed to touch myself, or use a toy.”
Daniella felt her face flush, her chest tightening. She didn’t understand it, but she couldn’t look away either.
“So you don’t...” she trailed off.
“No,” Christopher said again, gently. “Daddy and I don’t have sex. Not in the way you’re thinking. It’s a deep bond, and it’s physical sometimes, but not... conventional.  I have done it with others, but I’m not currently.”
She stared down into her coffee, struggling to form a response. Part of her wanted to feel revulsion. Part of her wanted to run. But instead, she just asked, quietly, “And what about with someone like me?”
Christopher hesitated. “With you? Something we’d have to build together, at your pace.”
Daniella bit the inside of her cheek, hard. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to cry, scream, or kiss him. Maybe all three.
“OK, next question, why diapers?”
“Why not?” Christopher said with a laugh.
Daniella frowned, unamused.
“OK, seriously,” he said, his tone softening. “I’ve had an interest in diapers for as long as I can remember, way before anything fetish or sex was involved. It wasn’t about being turned on back then. It was just… they made me happy.”
Daniella blinked. That wasn’t the answer she expected.
“I used to sneak them,” he continued, staring at his coffee like it held old memories. “As a kid. And I didn’t even know why. I just knew that when I wore one, I felt… correct.”
“And your parents?” Daniella asked quietly.
“They never knew. Or maybe they did and just ignored it. Either way, I learned early to hide it.” He looked up at her, eyes steady. “But once I found the community, I realized I wasn’t alone. And I didn’t have to be ashamed.”
Daniella nodded slowly, unsure what to say. She wanted to understand, really understand, but part of her still clung to the part of her brain that said it was weird, absurd, too taboo.
But then again, just a few months ago she had been a man, now she was learning how to walk differently, talk differently, survive differently. What right did she have to judge?
“So it’s not about losing control?” she asked, her voice more curious than skeptical now.
Christopher smiled. “Sometimes. But not always. For me, it’s about letting go. Feeling cared for. Not having to be in charge of everything.”
Daniella exhaled, then leaned back in her chair. “That actually sounds kind of nice.”
“Yeah,” he said with a quiet laugh. “It is.”
They sat in silence for a few moments, the hum of the soda machine and the distant beep of the fryer filling the air between them. Daniella sipped her coffee, trying to untangle the knot of emotions in her chest. She wasn’t sure if she was overwhelmed or just... processing.
Christopher watched her carefully, then said, “There’s a munch next weekend.”
Daniella looked up. “A what?”
“A munch. It’s a casual get-together. Public setting, normal clothes, just people in the community hanging out and talking. No diapers, at least not showing, just a way to get to know the community.”
She hesitated. “You go to those?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Not every time, but usually, they are every other week. No pressure to participate in anything. Just meet some people who understand this stuff.”
Daniella raised an eyebrow. “You’re trying to ease me in?”
Christopher gave her a crooked smile. “Is it working?”
She rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched with the hint of a grin. “Maybe.”
“Just think about it,” he said. “If it’s too weird, we leave. But if you’re curious... it’s a good place to ask questions without it being so one-on-one.”
Daniella nodded, her gaze drifting to the window. The sky had darkened, and golden leaves blew in circles outside.
“I’ll think about it,” she said.
But even as she said it, part of her already knew she would say yes.
 

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

Chapter 5
Daniella walked into the house to see Martha and Emily sitting in front of the TV with a plate of left overs, Jamie was laying on the floor playing with his cars and trucks.  “She returns,” Martha said. 
Emily took a moment to swallow a bite of sweet potato, “That was a long walk.  Where is Christopher?  We’re having left overs?”  
“He went home, we stopped for coffee,” Daniella replied, her tone distant as she hung her coat by the door.
Martha raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Emily, though, gave her a curious look. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, fine,” Daniella said a little too quickly, then forced a smile. “Just tired, we’re… fine.”
Emily nodded slowly, clearly sensing more beneath the surface but choosing not to press, at least for now. “There’s stuffing and pie if you’re hungry.”
“I’ll grab some in a minute,” Daniella said, walking over to where Jamie was on the floor. He looked up at her and grinned, one of his trucks clutched in each hand.
“Vroom vroom!” he announced proudly.
“Nice parking job,” Daniella said, crouching beside him. She ruffled his hair gently, her gaze flicking to Martha on the couch. “Hey… you doing okay?”
Martha stiffened slightly, then shrugged. “Peachy,” she said, stabbing at a slice of turkey.
Emily gave her a look. “She’s fine. Just had a little moment earlier.”
Daniella sat back on her heels. “A moment?”
Martha sighed dramatically, setting her plate on the coffee table. “Fine. I wet myself during dessert. Happy? It’s official, I’m regressing by popular demand.”
Jamie let out a loud, oblivious honking sound with one of his toy trucks, crashing it into the couch leg.
“Martha…” Daniella said, her voice softer now.
“It’s okay,” Martha said, waving it off. “Just... caught me off guard is all. Emily helped me get sorted out.”
Daniella looked at her, saw the forced levity in her voice, the way her shoulders were pulled a little too tight.
“I’m sorry,” Daniella said, sitting cross-legged on the carpet. “That must’ve been hard, you don’t seem to be any different, just a bit younger looking?”
“Yeah, well,” Martha muttered, picking her plate back up.  “Maybe it was a one off?  But luckily our boy here saved some diapers for me and this one has dinosaurs. Classy.”
That got a small laugh out of Daniella, and even Emily cracked a smile.
“I’m gonna go change for stream,” Daniella said, rising to her feet. “But... if you ever want to talk, I mean, you’re not the only one figuring things out lately.”
Martha just gave a small grunt in acknowledgment, but her eyes followed Daniella up the stairs.
Upstairs in her room, Daniella shut the door behind her and sat at her desk, the glow of her dual monitors humming softly in the dim light. She was supposed to be prepping for stream, checking audio levels, queuing overlays, but her mouse hovered instead over the browser bar.
She hesitated. Then typed:
 “My boyfriend is ABDL reddit”
She read thread after thread. People talking about their significant other’s secret, how they came to terms with it, how scared they were to tell a partner. Some were heartwarming. Some were sad. And some hit too close to home.
One post stood out: “I didn’t understand it at first either. But I knew I loved him. And once I stopped asking ‘why’ and started asking ‘what does this give you?’ everything changed.”
Daniella leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, heart unsettled. She didn’t know what she was doing. This wasn’t her world. She wasn’t into this.
But she couldn’t stop reading.
And deep down, she knew, this wasn’t just about Christopher anymore. She was 15 minutes late for her stream.  Chat was not pleased.

***

Jamie was changed and put to bed, food put away,  dishes were done, and the TV turned off.  Emily sat down next to Martha and took her hand.  “I want you to know, whatever happens, I’ll be here for you,”  she said. 
Martha smiled, “I don’t really think we have anything to worry about, it was just a random accident, nothing more,” she said.
Emily didn’t answer right away. She just kept holding Martha’s hand, her thumb lightly tracing over her knuckles. The silence stretched, not uncomfortable, but weighted.
“You don’t believe that,” Emily said gently.
Martha’s smile faltered. “No,” she admitted after a beat. “I just want to.”
She leaned back into the couch cushion, letting her eyes close for a moment. “I keep thinking I’ve dodged the bullet, that whatever was in Jamie’s blood didn’t really take. But for weeks I’ve been  waking up feeling amazing, like I’d slept for a week. There’s barely any grey left in my hair, my skin is starting to look younger, it’s what I wanted in the first place.”
“And then tonight,” Emily prompted.
Martha sighed. “Then tonight I laughed too hard at your dumb story about Jamie and the pudding, and next thing I know, I’m soaked.”
Emily gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “I know that had to be hard.”
“What gets me,” Martha whispered, her voice cracking slightly, “is how familiar it felt. Like muscle memory. Like I’d been here before. Wearing pads and Depends,  Planning outings around bathroom stops. I hated it then, and I hate it now. But this time... I look younger. People don’t expect it. There’s no excuse anymore. It’s just,”
She trailed off, shaking her head.
Emily reached over, pulling her into a side hug. “You’re not alone. Not now, not ever. We’ve all changed, Martha. Some of us more than others. But we’re still us.”
Martha chuckled bitterly. “Really, tell that to Jamie, he doesn’t even remember who he is.”
Emily stiffened slightly, the warmth in her face fading. She pulled back just enough to look at Martha, her expression suddenly unreadable.
“That’s not fair,” she said quietly.
Martha’s face fell. “I didn’t mean,”
“Yes, you did,” Emily said, her voice calm but with an edge. “You meant it, and I get it. This is scary. But don’t talk about him like he’s already gone.”
Martha looked away, cheeks burning. “I just meant... he’s not Jim anymore. Not really. And that’s hard to watch.”
“You think so?,” Emily said, her voice tightening with sarcasm. “Every day I take care of him, I see flashes, little pieces of him that are still there. You think I don’t miss my husband? That I didn’t cry for weeks when he could no longer have an adult conversation?”
Martha swallowed. “Em…”
“I know it’s confusing,” Emily said, her voice softening. “But don’t treat him like a cautionary tale. He’s still Jim. Or at least he carries Jim inside him.”
Martha closed her eyes, nodding slowly. “You’re right. I’m sorry. That was... low.”
Emily sat back against the couch, letting out a long breath. “It’s okay. You’re scared. I get scared too.”
Martha looked at her again, truly looked at her. “I don’t want to end up like him.”
“I don’t think you will,” Emily said. “And if you do, we’ll face it together. But don’t let fear make you cruel. Not to him. Not to yourself.”
Martha gave a small nod, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thanks.”
“Anytime BFF.”
 

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

Chapter 6
Daneilla followed Christopher through the Mall like a puppy at his heel.  She looked both right and left worried she’d see someone she knew then realized how ridiculous that was.  No one knew her in Champaign, and the odds that she would see one of her followers and that they would recognize her was insane.  The central Illinois ABDL group met in a few different locations for Munches twice monthly, this meeting was in a secluded corner of the food court on a Saturday afternoon.  
“I told them all you were coming, don’t worry, these are very low key events. Strictly vanilla.” Christopher said. Daniella nodded. Christopher was dressed like always in slightly baggy pants and plain T-shirt with his short hair well kempt.  Daniella was wearing tights and a long dark brown scoop neck sweater that clinged well to her newly forming hips and was long enough to cover the very tiny bulge in her crotch.
She saw a small group of people gathered at a table with a low key diaper bag in the center and soon she was shaking hands and being warmly greeted by strangers.  The first person she met was Charlie Brown, the middle aged man that helped move the nursery furniture they bought from Gary last month.  There was another man, older, but with long flowing hair and soft skin.  He was wearing typical male clothes but introduced himself as Jane.
A young 20 something couple were sitting together, and introduced themselves as Jack and Jill, obviously not their real names.  Jill was wearing brown overalls with a Teddy bear applique over a l onesie. Jack was wearing a pastel colored hoodie and jeans.  They both had slightly padded bottoms, but wouldn’t really stand out to anyone who didn’t have ABDL radar. 
There was another 40 something couple sitting together in much less provocative clothing, and a  plump 30 something girl who went by Pumpkin who was wearing a Hello Kitty Tee and talking to a conservatively dressed man who looked late 30s..  He had close cropped orangish brown hair, and a rugged handsomeness.  He seemed the most grounded person at the gathering.   He stood up and gave Christopher a hug.  It dawned on Daniella, this was the ‘The Daddy.’
 Christopher beamed. “Daniella, this is Logan.”
Logan extended a hand, his grip firm but gentle. “Nice to finally meet you,” he said, his voice warm and steady, with just a hint of amusement at her wide-eyed look. “Christopher’s told me a lot about you.”
Daniella smiled awkwardly. “Hopefully not everything.”
He chuckled. “Just the parts that made me proud of him.”
She didn’t know what to say to that, so she nodded, then glanced around, suddenly self-conscious. Everyone here seemed so... settled. They had names, roles, dynamics, wardrobes that matched whatever unspoken rulebook they all seemed to follow.
She, on the other hand, felt like she’d wandered into someone else’s dream.
Pumpkin scooted over on the bench and patted the spot next to her. “Come sit with us! First munch?”
“Yeah,” Daniella said, sliding in beside her.
“Don’t worry,” Pumpkin grinned. “It’s mostly just a hang out, maybe a little teasing among us regulars. Nobody’s gonna ask if you’ve got your paci.”
Daniella laughed nervously. “Good. Because I definitely don’t.”
“Paci use in the open here would be a no no anyway,” Logan added, settling back into his seat beside Pumpkin. “But seriously, no one’s here to test you. Just be yourself.”
As conversations resumed Daniella was surprised by how mundane it was.  Talking about work, gaming, current events, bills, mostly small talk.   Daniella found herself watching Logan out of the corner of her eye. He had a quiet gravity to him, the way he asked questions and actually listened to the answers. When someone mentioned a bad week at work, he offered empathy without advice. When Pumpkin dropped her spoon, he reached to pick it up before she even moved.
There was no dominance, no posturing. But everyone around him clearly trusted him.
Christopher leaned in and whispered, “Now you see why I trust him.”
Daniella nodded slowly. Yeah. She was starting to get it.
Still, when Pumpkin leaned over and said with a wink, “You’ve got that wide-eyed look, don’t worry, it’ll fade after three munches,” Daniella only managed a weak smile.  The smiling woman took her aside to their own table.  
“So you’re not on the website yet?” Pumpkin asked.
Daniella felt she had been pulled into her personal interview, but what position was she trying to get“ Umm, website?”  
Pumpkin smiled, setting down her soda. "FetLife. You’re on it, right?"
Daniella hesitated. "No, never heard of it."
"Totally fine," Pumpkin said, waving it off. "But it's really pretty cool, I mean this wouldn't exist without it.  If you’re gonna be hanging around you should make an account and join our local group, Central Illinois Littles and Caregivers on FetLife. That’s how we coordinate munches, playdates, gear swaps, and events."
Daniella nodded slowly, trying to keep up. Pumpkin had an easy confidence, like someone who’d been in the scene long enough to make it feel normal.
"I mean, you’ve already got a head start," Pumpkin added, giving her a playful wink. "You’ve got the vibe. And let’s be honest, new girls always get attention. Just don’t let it go to your head. Or get pressured."
Daniella tilted her head. "Pressured how?"
Pumpkin shrugged, eyes scanning the food court before returning to her. "Most folks here are sweethearts. But like anywhere, there are a few folks who move too fast, or don’t know how to read a maybe. Consent is everything. And you’re new. That makes you interesting and, well… vulnerable."
That last word hit a little too close. Daniella swallowed and nodded. "I appreciate that, but I'm just here for Christopher."
"Yeah, sure, he's a sweetie, but," Pumpkin leaned in slightly, her voice lowering. "For real though, if you ever feel weird about someone, let me know. We look out for each other. Especially the girls."
Daniella managed a smile. "Thanks. I guess I just feel... out of place. Like I’m crashing someone else’s party."
"That’s how everyone starts," Pumpkin said, then added with a grin, “Like a deer in headlights.  Most of us are.  Even Logan was probably nervous when he first joined the community.  Now he’s Daddy Supreme."
Daniella followed Pumpkin’s gaze to where Logan was deep in conversation with Charlie and Jack. He looked calm, grounded. Like someone who knew exactly who he was. And yet… he’d once been new too.
“OK, so let me give you the scoop on everyone, you know Christopher, so let's start with Charlie.  He’s your typical cliche ABDL, married and his wife isn’t into it, I don’t think he tells her much, kind of sad really.  He is harmless.” 
“Now Jack and Jill,” Pumpkin said, lowering her voice just a little, “they’re newer too, but they dove in hard. Like, full nursery build-out in their apartment within a few months.  They really live it. They’re super sweet, just intense.”
Daniella blinked. “Wait, like, live full-time?”
Pumpkin laughed. “Not quite. They still adult during the week. But weekends? They go all in. And they like to play.”
She leaned in a little closer. “Jane is a sissy, you know what I mean?”
Daniella blinked, processing. “Like… crossdressing?”
“Sorta,” Pumpkin said, swirling her straw in her soda. “But more than that. It's a role thing. Feminine clothes, submissive energy, usually some humiliation thrown in. For Jane, it’s her happy place. She's got this whole frilly wardrobe, dresses, petticoats, lace socks, you name it. Honestly? She pulls it off better than I ever could.”
Daniella raised an eyebrow. “And people are cool with that?”
Pumpkin shrugged. “Yeah, it’s the scene. We don’t all want the same thing, but we get it. Jane’s been around forever, super sweet, super safe. Always brings snacks to movie nights.”
“Movie nights?”
“Yeah,” Pumpkin said, grinning. “There’s a lot more than just munches. Littles movie nights, craft meets, caregiver workshops. It’s not all diapers and doms, sometimes it’s just coloring and cookies.”
“What about you?”  Daniella asked.
“Oh, I’m kind of a coordinator, I guess like a big sister to everyone,” she leaned in close, “Big Sister who still needs diapies,” she said with a grin.  
Daniella returned the smile but couldn’t help looking bewildered, ‘This can’t be real?’ she  thought.  
Pumpkin laughed softly and leaned back in her seat. “But really, I float. Sometimes I’m the caregiver, sometimes I’m the bratty little. Depends on the day, the mood, the person. That’s the fun of it, no rules, just roles.”
Daniella sipped her drink, eyes scanning the table of strangers who didn’t feel quite so strange anymore. “So, you switch?”
Pumpkin nodded. “Yep. Most folks do, even if they don’t say it out loud. Everyone’s curious about the other side now and then. You just have to find the version of it that feels true for you.”
Daniella chewed her lip. “But what if... what if you don’t know what you are?”
Pumpkin smiled again, but softer this time. “Then you try things. Play a little. Pay attention to how your body reacts, how your mind settles, or doesn’t. You’ll figure it out. And no one’s gonna judge you for taking your time.”
There was a pause.
“You’re already halfway in,” Pumpkin added, her tone casual but clear. “You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t curious. Doesn’t mean you have to do anything. Just... let yourself feel it out.”
Across the food court, Christopher caught her eye and smiled, his brow raised in a silent check-in. Daniella gave a tiny nod.
Pumpkin watched the exchange. “You’re not used to sharing are you?”  
“Umm, what do you mean like… sexually?”
Pumpkin smirked knowingly. “Not really, I mean sharing yourself. Thoughts. Feelings. Vulnerabilities. Most people in the vanilla world keep all that stuff under lock and key, especially in relationships. But here?” She gestured subtly around the table. “ABDL cuts past all that real fast.”
Daniella raised an eyebrow. “Because of the diapers?”
Pumpkin chuckled. “Because of everything. You see someone in a onesie sucking a pacifier, you kind of skip the small talk. Think of it like this, babies have no expectation of privacy, they don’t keep secrets, they don’t get embarrassed, they simply live in the moment.  When someone changes you, feeds you, tucks you in, how do you do that without dropping your defenses.  It’s raw. Intimate. And a lot of us... we crave that. Maybe we didn’t get it when we needed it most.”
Daniella looked away, eyes falling on the soft pink diaper bag in the center of the table. “It just seems like... too much, too fast.”
“Exactly,” Pumpkin said. “And that’s why it works. This lifestyle weeds out the posers. You can’t fake vulnerability. You’re either in or you’re out. And if you’re in, you have to be honest, with your partners and with yourself.”
Daniella felt a lump rise in her throat. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”
“You’re not,” Pumpkin said gently. “No one is, at first. But you’re here. That’s a start.”
Across the food court, Christopher stood and stretched, slowly making his way over.
Pumpkin winked and leaned in close to whisper, “Looks like your boy’s coming to check on you.”
“Hey buddy,” Pumpkin said, standing up and gesturing to Christopher to sit down in his seat. “She’s all yours,” she said and sauntered off to Jack and Jill.
“So what do you think?”  
“I… I’ve never met people like this,” Daniella said, her eyes still scanning the group. “It’s like everyone just… accepts each other.”
Christopher nodded, settling into the seat Pumpkin had vacated. “Yeah. That’s kind of the whole point. It’s not just about the diapers or the roles… it’s about being able to show parts of yourself that you’d usually keep locked up.”
She looked at him, her voice softer. “It’s kind of overwhelming.”
He gave her a warm smile. “It was for me too at first. I thought I was just a weirdo. Then I came to my first munch and realized—there are all kinds of weirdos. And most of them are wonderful.”
Daniella gave a small laugh. “You’re not selling it very well.”
“Maybe not. But I’d rather give you the real picture than some sugar-coated fantasy.”
She leaned back, sipping the last of her now-cold coffee. “Pumpkin said I had ‘the vibe.’ That people would pay attention.”
Christopher’s expression shifted, more serious now. “They will. You’re new, you’re beautiful, and you’re connected to me. People are going to notice you. But if anyone crosses a line, you tell me. Or Pumpkin. Or Logan. You’re not alone.”
Daniella nodded, feeling a strange warmth bloom in her chest. “I don’t know where I fit in yet.”
“That’s okay. You don’t have to figure it out today. Just… stay curious.”
“Curiosity killed the cat,” Daniella said with a grin, they both chuckled then she cocked her head.  “OK, so seriously, if I make an account on this fetlife site, and let's say I become friends with Jack and Jill and go hang out with them, that would be OK with you?”
Christopher raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by the question. “Of course it’d be okay with me. You’re your own person.”
Daniella looked at him carefully, trying to read his tone. “That’s not exactly a yes-or-no kind of answer.”
He gave a little shrug, his smile a mix of warmth and honesty. “Would it make me a little jealous? Yeah, probably. But not because I don’t want you exploring. Just because I really like you.”
She tilted her head again, teasing. “So you’d let me go play with the other kids on the playground?”
Christopher smirked. “As long as you come back and tell me all about it.”
Daniella’s face flushed, part embarrassment, part intrigue. “That’s a weirdly hot answer.”
“I get that a lot,” he said, leaning in. “The truth is, this world works best when everyone is honest about what they want. You don’t have to want what I want. You just have to be real about what’s happening in your head.”
Daniella’s fingers drummed against the table, thoughtful. “And what if I don’t know yet?”
“Then we keep talking. Keep feeling things out. No pressure, no labels. Just... curiosity.”.
It wasn’t long before things began to wind down. Daniella noticed a subtle shift in the group’s energy.  Smaller clusters were forming, whispers of future events, casual mentions of “movie night next Friday” or “craft playdate at Jane’s.” The mood felt warm and familiar, but for Daniella, it was all starting to blur. Her brain buzzed with questions, half-formed thoughts, and a strange tightness in her chest she couldn’t quite name.
She gave Christopher a hug, offered polite goodbyes to the others, and slipped out quietly, the weight of the afternoon settling on her shoulders as she headed for the 30-minute drive back to Brookvale.
Out in the parking lot, Christopher and Logan walked side by side, jackets zipped against the cool air.
“So,” Logan said, glancing sideways. “You think she’s in?”
Christopher exhaled slowly. “I think she’s curious. She didn’t bolt, and that’s something. But honestly? She’s... surprisingly vanilla for someone with her story.”
Logan nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, sometimes people go through a transition and cling to normalcy even tighter. Like they’re scared of what too much change might mean.”
“I get that,” Christopher said, staring off toward Daniella’s car taillights disappearing into the distance. “Still, there’s something in her eyes. She’s fighting herself harder than she’s fighting me.”
“Well, keep it low pressure. Don’t scare her off,” Logan warned. Then added with a wry smile, “If she finds that she’s into it, then bring her to me.  I think together we could make her into the perfect little sister for you.”
Christopher smiled at the thought, nodding. “I will.”
Then, after a pause, his tone shifted, lighter, teasing. “You’ve been using the potty a lot lately, haven’t you?”
Christipher raised an eyebrow, a bemused smile forming. “We switching gears now?”
“Just observing. You went to the bathroom, but not to change I think.”
Christopher looked down suddenly feeling very little, "Yes Daddy, I've been using the potty more."
Logan gave Christopher a pointed look. “Are you ready for big boy pants then?”
Christopher’s cheeks flushed slightly. He looked down and shook his head. “No, Daddy.”
Logan’s smile softened. “Good boy, but its always your choice if you want to grow up.”
Christopher swallowed and gave a quiet, obedient, “I won’t.”
They continued walking together in silence, the dynamic between them humming just beneath the surface, unspoken, but deeply understood.
 

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

Chapter 7

Martha sat at the kitchen table with a ledger, notebook and adding machine crunching away as the tape scrolled out.  “OK, it's unavoidable, I’m going to have to get a job,” Martha said.
“It doesn’t all fall on you Martha, plus Daniella is giving us money for rent each month,” Emily said as she dried dishes. 
“I know, but you and Jim no longer have any income, our savings with the sale of both houses, your car and Jim’s truck is massive, and if this was a normal situation it wouldn’t matter, we’d still be on medicare and dead in a few years, but if you live another 60 years this money isn’t going to last.”
Emily froze, “Another 60 years?” she asked.
“Well, you’re like 24 now? I mean, who knows, but I see no reason why you won’t live out a normal life again, at least physically,” Martha said, tapping her pencil against the paper. “But that means health insurance, taxes, car repairs, maybe college for Jamie someday, heck, diapers alone are eating through a small fortune, and by the way things going he’s going to need those for years.
Emily sighed, setting the dish towel down. “It’s surreal, isn’t it? Thinking about college for a man who already went to college 50 years ago.”
Martha gave her a sideways look. “Surreal’s one word for it.”
Emily pulled out a chair and sat across from her. “You sure you're up for working? I mean, after what happened Thanksgiving…”
Martha stiffened but didn’t look up. “One accident.  It hasn’t happened since, and that was over a week ago.”
“But if it does?” Emily asked gently.
“I’ll deal with it,” Martha snapped a bit sharper than she meant. She took a breath and softened. “I’m not going to sit around waiting to find out how broken I might become. If I have a window of time where I’m still functional then I’m going to use it.”
There was a moment of silence before Emily said, “What kind of job are you thinking?”
“Something simple, part-time. Front desk work, maybe. Maybe retail. Somewhere with breaks. And... easy access to a bathroom,” she added with a dry smirk.
Emily smiled back. “Just don’t pick somewhere that sells diapers. You’ll end up coming home with a cartful.”
Martha laughed, then it was like a lightbulb went off over her head, “Wait a minute, she pulled out her phone.  I was driving through town and saw a help wanted sign.  Little Miracles Daycare, it’s connected to the First Christian Church of Brookvale.  She looked up the church on facebook and found the ad.  “Oh this is perfect, the church needs a book keeper, one day a week.  Their daycare needs a part time worker that would also help with their diaper bank charity.”  
“Well you do seem to like crunching numbers,”  Emily said.
“Yeah, I’m good with numbers, I was book keeper for a few small businesses, I did Hector’s accounting too.  I bet I could take home diapers, I’ll tell them we have a foster kid.  That could save us hundreds of dollars.”
Emily raised an eyebrow. “So you’re gonna fib to a church?”
Martha shrugged with a grin. “It’s not lying. It’s… omission. We do have a toddler. Sort of. And it’s not like they’re gonna ask for paperwork. Churches love helping out foster families.”
Emily laughed. “I don’t know what’s more surprising, that you’re talking about sneaking free diapers, or that you’re excited to be around a bunch of screaming kids.”
“Oh, I’m not,” Martha said, waving a dismissive hand. “But it’s two or three days a week, and the bookkeeping’s easy. Besides…” Her voice softened. “I think I need it. To feel useful. Normal. Before anything else happens to me.”
Emily’s face fell slightly but she nodded. “I get it.”
Martha tapped her phone. “I’ll call them first thing tomorrow. If I can land this, we can stretch our savings a lot further. Plus,” she gave a sly grin, “I’ll have access to more diapers than Jamie could ever use.”
“I don’t want to hear that word right now,” Daniella said as she swept into the room.  She sat down at the kitchen table looking groggy, though it was well past noon.
“What’s wrong sweetie, rough night of owning noobs or whatever it is you do,” Martha said.
Daniella groaned and slumped forward onto the table, burying her face in her arms. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Emily raised an eyebrow. “Uh-oh. Trouble in Twitchland?”
“No, it’s not the stream,” Daniella mumbled, voice muffled. “It’s just… everything. I feel like my brain is melting. Christopher, and what he’s into.”  Emily and Martha looked at each other with raised eyebrows.
Martha chuckled, sipping her lukewarm coffee. “Oh, honey. You’re not the only one who’s overwhelmed. I might be going back to work, part-time, at a church, no less. In a daycare.”
Daniella lifted her head slowly, squinting at her. “You? Working with kids? Don’t you have to be like, nice to do that?”
“Rude,” Martha said with a smirk. “I can be nurturing. Besides, I’ll mostly be doing their books and helping out with their diaper bank.”
Daniella blinked. “Wait. That’s a real thing?”
Emily nodded. “Apparently so. They give free diapers to families in need.”
Martha leaned in conspiratorially. “And we’re suddenly a family with a need.”
Daniella gave her a tired smile. “You’re incorrigible.”
“I prefer resourceful.”
Daniella reached for a mug and poured herself some coffee. “Just… keep the crinkly stuff away from me, okay? I’m barely holding it together as it is.”
Emily watched her with concern. “Things getting serious with Christopher?”
Daniella hesitated. “It’s complicated… Hey I’m doing pretty good, I can contribute more money to the household.”
“You're already giving us a third of the rent and utilities, I couldn’t ask for more than that,” Emily said.
“What exactly do you earn a month?” Martha asked, suddenly very interested.
“It varies, back when I was Daniel I made about a thousand, but now I’m usually bringing in around 2 or 3 thousand,”  Daniella explained.
“Just to play games?” Martha said.
Daniella frowned, “It’s much more than that, I’m more of an entertainer, educator.  Truthfully people live through me, so now my streams are mostly about my journey, you know? Transitioning, figuring out who I am, learning to be confident in this new skin.”  I’ve done so much research on skincare, makeup, gender, and trans issues so I can sound like I know what I’m talking about.   Daniella ran a hand through her hair. “Sure, I still play games, casual and retro stuff, mostly, but my followers want more than just gameplay. They want honesty and someone to root for.”
Martha raised an eyebrow. “So you’re telling me people pay money to watch you… talk about your feelings and wear makeup while playing Mario Kart?”
Daniella rolled her eyes. “It’s called parasocial engagement. Look it up.”
Emily chuckled as she wiped her hands on a dish towel and sat down. “Well, I think it’s wonderful. I mean, you’re sharing your story with people who probably feel just as lost as you used to. And if it helps pay the bills, even better.”
Martha leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, thinking. “Still blows my mind. Back in my day, if you wanted attention, you had to get up on a stage or dancefloor and actually do something. Not sit in your basement with a headset.”
“Yeah, well,” Daniella muttered, “back in your day women couldn’t have their own credit cards.”
Emily smirked and quickly intervened before Martha could fire back. “Okay, okay, truce. We’re all contributing, and that’s what matters. Daniella, thank you. Martha, I hope you get that job.”
“I hope I don’t wet myself during the interview,” Martha muttered under her breath.
Daniella froze. “Wait… is it happening again?”
Martha looked away. “It was probably just a one-time thing.”
Emily and Daniella exchanged a look.
Martha pointed a stern finger at both of them. “Don’t you start. I’m fine and if it does happen I’m wearing a pull-up.”
“Are you sure that’ll be enough?” Daniella asked with a sly smile.
“I don’t know, ask your boyfriend,” Martha shot back.
Daniella stood up quickly and left the table. “If you’ll excuse me I’m going for a walk.”
“That was uncalled for,” Emily said.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Martha said with a sigh, rubbing her temples. “That was low.”
Emily crossed her arms and looked toward the window. “She’s trying, Martha. This is hard for her, she’s had to reinvent everything about herself.”
“And I haven’t?” Martha snapped, then caught herself and softened. “I just… I don’t want to be seen as some silly old woman falling apart.”
“You’re not silly,” Emily said gently. “But you’re scared. And you’re lashing out at the wrong person.”
Martha looked down at her lap. “I’ll apologize. I mean it. As soon as she comes back.”
Emily nodded and stood up, placing a hand on Martha’s shoulder. “That’s all I ask. We’re a weird little family, but we’re in this together.”

***

The two retroviruses inside Martha were growing increasingly frustrated, or at least they would be, if they had the capacity to feel emotions. They had injected themselves into all the target cells of their current host, but the chemical signals they expected to trigger the next mutation phase weren’t appearing, or at least not all of them were. Genetic age markers were changing, but not at a rate that indicated success. Female sexual glands were only partially activating, and not enough to restore menstruation.
Most annoying was the resistance they encountered in the pontine micturition center of the pons and the prefrontal cortex. The nerve fiber bundles responsible for bladder control proved remarkably resilient to the genetic changes the virus was attempting. This host simply didn’t have enough similar genetic markers to the one the virus had originally been designed for. It was, frankly, a real bummer.
At this rate, the host would likely never achieve full bladder incontinence, the necessary trigger for the regression virus to begin deeper structural changes in the prefrontal cortex and initiate true regressive behavior.
On the other hand, the maternal virus had found more fertile ground in the hypothalamus and limbic system, where it had successfully kindled hormonal production and awakened a growing, bear-like instinct to protect and nurture. It took smug satisfaction in its daily success.
Meanwhile, the maternal virus in Daniella was basking in near-complete triumph. This host’s genetic makeup was strikingly close to the virus’s intended target. When it discovered the absence of female reproductive tissues, it had simply flipped the required genetic switches to build them. Age markers were responding perfectly, and the maternal instincts would only grow stronger with time.
The virus rested on its laurels and if it had laurels, it would be polishing them proudly.
 

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

Quick note:  Daniella's kink account is Curious_Bri because the female RPG character that she streamed with was Briella.   This is a very short chapter.  

 

Chapter 8

Curious_Bri:  You really think it will be OK, I mean this seems wrong.”
Christopher_Robin:  I’ve talked it over with Daddy, he thinks it is a great idea, he wants to get to know you better.  
Curious_Bri:  He understands I’m just there to watch, right?
Christiopher_Robin:  Yes of course, you’ve learned about consent right?
Curious_Bri: I mean, yeah… I’ve read the posts. Just nervous I guess.
Christopher_Robin: That’s totally normal. But you’re not committing to anything. You’re just observing. Asking questions.
Curious_Bri: Still feels weird. Like I’m spying on something private.
Christopher_Robin: It is private. But we’re inviting you. That makes it different. Logan says it’s important for you to see what the dynamic looks like in real life, not just what you imagine.
Curious_Bri: So, is this a scene? Or like… hanging out?
Christopher_Robin: A little of both. Daddy and I have a ritual on Friday nights. He puts me into my space, we eat dinner, maybe play a bit, then he usually gives me a bath and tucks me into bed. Very soft stuff. Nothing heavy.
Curious_Bri: Wow. That seems kind of tame I guess.
Christopher_Robin: Most people expect leather and spanking. But there’s more to this than kink. It’s about safety. Trust. Comfort.
Curious_Bri: And he’s really okay with me watching this?
Christopher_Robin: Logan’s not shy. If anything, he’s curious about you. Wants to understand what you’re looking for.
Daniella stared at the screen for a long moment. Her heart fluttered, both from fear and something she didn’t want to name yet. This was a threshold. Once crossed, she couldn’t pretend this was just research or curiosity anymore. She took a breath, flexed her fingers, and typed.
Curious_Bri: OK. I’m in. Friday night. Just watching.
In the last week Daniella had become a regular on fetlife, but just for research, she told herself.  Her username reflected that, she said she was only looking for community and friendship and she had found that in spades.  SHe was now friends with all the people she’d met at the Munch and had messaged back and forth with Pumpkin, Charlie Brown, Jane and Jill.  
With Charlie Brown she’d just asked a few questions about Christopher, how long they’d known each other, just a little more research.  He was friendly and answered all her questions, nothing the least bit kinky was said.  
On the other hand, her DMs with Jill had taken on a very different tone.
It had started innocently, Daniella had asked about the onesie Jill wore at the munch, curious where she got it. Jill had replied with a link… and a wink. Then came photos, links to ABDL fashion shops, talk about favorite brands, even some blurry mirror selfies that made Daniella blush and quickly close the app.
She hadn’t replied for a whole day after that.
But the next morning, curiosity won out.
 Curious_Bri: “I didn’t realize how… cute that stuff could look.”
Jill_Spillz: “OMG girl yes! It’s part of the fun. You can be smol and adorable. Nothing wrong with wanting to feel that way.”
Daniella hadn’t dared share much about herself, not yet. But Jill had a way of making things feel low-stakes. Like it was okay to just be, no pressure to perform or explain. And somehow, Daniella kept writing back.
She told herself it was all for context. That understanding Christopher’s world meant understanding the people around him. That she was just collecting data. But her saved items folder on Amazon told a different story, onesies, pacifiers, pastel socks.  Daniel would have never cared about any of this, but Daniel was afraid of his own shadow, even if he would have liked this stuff he never would have even considered it.  But Daniella, well she didn’t have to wear diapers, she could just look cute, nothing wrong with that.  
And now, Friday was almost here.
She hadn’t told anyone, not Emily, not Martha, what she was doing tonight. They just thought she was going out to “hang with Christopher.” That wasn’t a lie. But it wasn’t the whole truth either.
She took a deep breath and looked again at the last message from Christopher.
Christopher_Robin: “6 pm. Meet at my house.  You don’t have to bring anything. Just come with an open mind.”
Daniella closed the app. Her hands trembled a little.
 She whispered to herself, “It’s just watching. Just one night.”
But a tiny voice in her head added, And then what?
 

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

Chapter 9

Daniella parked her car behind Christopher's and hugged him before they started up the driveway.  Logan lived in a well-kept home tucked into a quiet suburban neighborhood, the kind with manicured lawns and motion lights that flicked on as they approached. A tall wooden privacy fence surrounded the backyard, offering a curious mix of domestic charm and secrecy. Christopher walked a step ahead, trying to appear relaxed, but Daniella noticed the way he kept adjusting his hoodie sleeves, he was nervous.
The porch light clicked on as they reached the front door. Logan answered it wearing flannel pajama pants and a fitted black T-shirt that stretched just slightly across his broad chest. His smile was wide and warm, though something about it made Daniella’s stomach flutter, like she was being welcomed and assessed at the same time.
“Daniella,” Logan said, extending a hand that quickly transitioned into taking her coat. “You’re looking radiant this evening.”
“Thanks,” she said, cautiously stepping inside as he hung her coat on a peg near the door.
Then Logan turned and wrapped Christopher in a firm embrace, patting him on the back. “It was brave of you to arrange this. I’m proud of you.”
Christopher blushed slightly and murmured, “Thank you, Daddy.”
Daniella’s eyes flicked between them, unsure if she should be embarrassed for hearing it or just keep pretending this was normal.
Logan turned back to her, now with a calm but more commanding tone. “Before we go any further, there are a few ground rules.”
Daniella stiffened slightly. “Okay…”
“First, consent is paramount. You are here as an observer. Nothing happens to you, around you, or with you that you don’t agree to. If at any point you want to leave, just say the word and I’ll make sure you get to the door safely. Understood?”
She nodded.
“Second,” he continued, his voice gentle but unmistakably firm, “While you’re here, I expect to be addressed as ‘Sir.’ It’s not about control, it’s about respect. Christopher refers to me as Daddy because that’s our dynamic. You are not in that dynamic, but you are in my space.”
Daniella hesitated. That tone of voice… it wasn’t aggressive, exactly, but it was testing her. She could already feel the power in this house and wasn’t sure how much of it was real and how much was in her head.
“…Understood, Sir,” she finally said.
Logan gave her a small approving nod. “Thank you. Now, let’s get comfortable.”  Logan helped Christopher out of his Hoody and then his T-shirt and jeans.  Daniella’s boyfriend stood before her in just his diaper, a colorful one printed with the word ‘Play’ written in childish letters on the back.  It wasn’t the first time she’d seen it, but this was different, they had been a bit tipsy after a date and she asked to see it.  This was stone cold sober.  Even more, this diaper was obviously very wet.  Christopher’s cheeks blushed.  “Now lets get the baby boy into something more appropriate.  Logan said, leaving Christopher’s clothes folded neatly on a chest of drawers in the foyer.    Daniella took off her jacket and hung it on a peg.
He gestured down the hallway, and as they followed, Daniella whispered to Christopher, “He’s… intense.”
Christopher gave a small, nervous smile. “Yeah. He can be. But just give it a little time.”
They walked through a living room that wouldn’t look out of place in any family home, TV, gaming system, book shelves, a few childish toys, and followed Logan down a hallway to a door that featured a cute wooden sign proclaiming it to be the nursery.  “Luckily I have the freedom where I don’t have to hide what I am in my own home,” Logan said.
Daniella froze for just a second as Logan opened the door. The room was softly lit, warm, and decorated in muted pastel tones. A large adult-sized crib dominated one wall, complete with safety rails and plush bedding. A wide changing table sat nearby, neatly stocked with diapers, wipes, powders, and creams. A rocking chair sat in the corner beside a basket overflowing with stuffed animals and picture books.
Christopher stepped inside without hesitation and took a deep breath, like he’d just come home.
Daniella lingered at the threshold, her eyes darting from the mobile above the crib to the pacifiers lined up on a shelf. “You really went all in,” she murmured.
Logan turned to face her, his expression calm but direct.  “Are you addressing me?” he asked.
“Oh, umm.. Sorry… Sir?” Daniella replied, realizing just how serious Logan was about respect.
 “This space is sacred to us. It's not a sex dungeon, not a performance. It’s where my littles can be themselves.”
She nodded slowly, unsure what to say.
“Yes, I did go all out, but some things are worth doing right,” Logan smiled again, softer now. “I know that you are interested in the ABDL lifestyle, you would have left Christopher weeks ago when you learned how deeply involved he is. You’re brave for coming here. Most people never make it past the idea.”
Behind him, Christopher had already knelt beside a toy chest, looking through its contents with quiet excitement. “Come on Bug, dressed first before play,” Logan said.
“He calls me Bug sometimes,” Christopher said in a childish voice.
Logan opened the closet and pulled out a onesie printed with cute gender neutral nursery graphics.  He turned to look at Daniella, “Do you know what littlespace is?” 
“Not really, feeling little I guess?”
Logan smiled and took the onesie over to Christopher  “Yes, but there is more to it.  Littlespace isn’t something you perform. It’s something you surrender to. Do you know what the super ego is?   
“It’s been a long time since I gook psychology 101,” Daniella said.
Logan helped lift Daniel off the floor and tickled his tummy, then forced his hands above his head and slipped the onesie over him.  It had lapped shoulders, identical to the baby sized garment.  “The superego is the part of you that society installed in us as we grew up.  It's the source of all guilt and shame.  It’s what makes you nervous about all of this.  Littlespace is like turning off your superego for a while.  It’s where the world quiets down and you don’t have to worry about guilt, shame, expectations, even decisions. You let go of adulthood, and someone else, someone you trust, takes over.”
Daniella shifted uncomfortably on the edge of the couch. “Takes over? Like… completely?”
“Within agreed limits,” Logan said, meeting her eyes. “It can be very immersive. But everyone is unique.  For some, it’s play, and they never really submit.  For others, it’s deeply emotional. And for a few” he glanced at Christopher, who was standing there glassy eyed in his new onesie “it’s a need. Not every Little wants the same thing. But the common thread is safety, care, and surrender.”
Daniella tried to smile but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m not sure I could do that. Let someone take control like that.”
“You don’t have to,” Logan replied gently. He patted Christopher’s soggy diaper and placed his fingers inside the leg cuff.  “You’re soaked Bug, time to get you changed.  
Christopher slipped his thumb into his mouth and allowed Logan to lead him to the adult sized changing table.  He used the little step to climb up on the waist high surface.  
Daniella hovered awkwardly nearby as Logan positioned the unfastened onesie out of the way. , Logan gently pulled Christopher’s thumb from his mouth and replaced it with an adult sized pacifier from the table nearby  Christopher didn’t protest, didn’t blush. He simply laid back with a soft sigh, legs slightly parted, his thumb still gently bobbing between his lips.
Logan kept his tone soothing, almost clinical. “It’s important that he feels safe. Cared for. Completely free from any expectation.”
He pulled open the tapes of the soaked diaper, folded it down, and reached for a container of wipes. “You see, Bug here doesn’t worry about performance or ego or pride. That’s not his job anymore. He gave that up when he gave me his trust.”
Daniella shifted her weight uncomfortably. Her cheeks burned and she didn’t know why. It wasn’t the nudity, she’d seen plenty of bodies in her life, it was the vulnerability. The surrender.  She didn’t know it, but this was a test.  Preordained by Logan and agreed to by Christopher.
“You okay?” Logan asked without looking up.
“Yeah, just… taking it all in.”
“You can go if you’re uncomfortable,” he said, his tone unreadable. “But I think this is important. Not everyone’s ready to witness real caregiving. Some people only see the kink. That’s not what this is.”
He sprinkled powder between Christopher’s legs, then began folding a fresh diaper into place.
He looked up at her then, eyes calm, unwavering. “You don’t have to do anything tonight, Daniella. But you’re not just watching. You’re learning what it looks like when someone’s truly safe.”
Christopher made a content noise, barely above a murmur, as the fresh diaper was taped snugly around his hips. Logan gave his belly a soft pat and helped him down, hugged him, then guided him over to a plush beanbag in the corner.
“What do you get out of this?”  She asked.
“Excuse me?” Logan raised his voice. 
His authority immediately put Daniella in her place, but she giggled out of nervousness, “Oh, yes, I’m sorry, Sir, it’s just, you’re doing everything for him, why?”
Logan’s posture relaxed slightly, but the edge didn’t leave his voice. “That’s a fair question. But here, we ask questions with respect. You don’t need to understand everything yet, but you do need to stay open.”
Daniella nodded, feeling suddenly very small herself.
Logan stepped closer, not menacing, but deliberate. “What I get is fulfillment. Purpose. When someone puts their trust in you completely, it changes you. When you’re given the responsibility to care for another person’s mind, body, and spirit, when they let go of all the grown-up noise and just are, that’s sacred. Yes there is power exchange, I like being in control.  But more than that its about devotion and a level of trust that most people never experience.”
Daniella swallowed hard. “I’m not judging. I just… don’t think I could ever give up that much.”
“You don’t have to,” Logan said, his voice softening again. “But one day you might want to. And if that happens, it won’t be because someone told you to. It’ll be because something inside you asked for it.”
Daniella nodded, the words pierced her through the heart. ‘Why am I even here?’ she thought.  ‘I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t curious.’
After the change Logan took Christopher to the kitchen and fed him a baby bottle from the fridge and spoon fed him some ice cream, he also made a bowl for himself and Daniella.  Eating ice cream made it a bit less awkward for her, Christopher was obviously being humiliated.  Logan tied a “I Love Daddy” bib around his neck and played games with the food causing him to get ice cream all over his face.  His cheeks were glowing and he wouldn’t look at Daniella.  She couldn’t help it, she was finding this belittling treatment hot, though she tried not to show.  
After the snack they sat down on the couch and played Uno of all things, Daniella joined and Christopher acted more or less like himself.  It was fun, like hanging out with friends back in High School when Daniel had friends.  Of course one of those friends was wearing baby clothes and a diaper.  After a few games Logan turned on his TV and they all settled in on the couch, an old episode of Bluey playing in the background, clearly for Christopher’s benefit. He curled up next to Logan with a pacifier in his mouth and a soft, stuffed turtle tucked under one arm. Daniella watched him with a mixture of fascination and disbelief. A grown man in a diaper, treated like a toddler, and… happy?
Logan nudged her bowl of melted ice cream closer. “You’re handling this well,” he said.
She gave a tight smile. “I feel like I’m watching a documentary and accidentally became part of the cast.”
Logan chuckled, low and warm. “That’s one way to look at it.”
Christopher stirred, his pacifier falling to the side as he let out a soft sigh.
“I think it’s bedtime for this one,” Logan said gently. He helped Christopher to his feet, led him by the hand down the hall, and gave Daniella a little nod and waved for her to follow.
She stood in silence, listening faintly as Logan guided Christopher into the nursery.  “You’ve been so brave tonight little boy.  Daddy is so proud of you. Now what stuffy do you want to sleep with tonight?”  Christopher sleepily pointed at a big stuffed Lion.  “Such a good choice, it matches your diaper.”  Christopher hugged the stuffed toy and held it close as  Logan lowered the side of the pristine white crib and helped the regressed man inside.  Once Christopher had climbed into place, Logan tucked him into the blankets, and popped his pacifier in his mouth.  “Now do you want Mr. Buzzy tonight? I think you’ve earned it?”  Logan asked.
Daniella’s eyes widened as Logan produced the ubiquitous magic wand vibrator, plugged it in and slid it under the blanket.  Logan kissed the boy on the forehead and turned on a nightlight and a white noise machine. He then lifted the crib side back into place and locked it. She was unsure if she should feel scandalized, amused… or turned on.    He motioned for Daniella to follow him out of the nursery as he switched off the ceiling light..  Daniella heard the “click, buzzzzzzzz sounds as Logan shut the door behind her.  
“Is he going to stay there all night?” Daniella asked.
“He’s going to sleep like a baby,” Logan said quietly with a grin.
He then motioned for her to follow him back toward the living room. “Let’s talk.”
They sat on the couch again, only this time Logan sat closer. Not too close, but enough that Daniella felt the pressure.
“You did good tonight,” he said. “You didn’t judge. You didn’t interrupt. You stayed.”
She folded her arms loosely, suddenly unsure of herself. “I guess I’m still trying to understand.”
“That’s fair. If you’re curious I could offer you something,” he said. 
Daniella narrowed her eyes. “What kind of something?”
If you are interested you could sleep in the crib with him, not tonight, but next Friday.” 
Her heart thudded. “You want me to sleep in a crib?”
“With someone who cares about you, who trusts you,” Logan said. “But there’s a price.”
She felt her throat tighten. “What kind of price?”
Logan’s tone never changed. Calm. Measured. But firm. “You would need to submit to me, be my little girl for the night, and all that would entail.”
Daniella blinked slowly, her expression flat with disbelief. “You want me to be… like Christopher?”
Logan’s gaze was steady. “Not exactly. You’d still be you. But for one night, you’d surrender control. You’d be my little girl, under my care and rules.”
Her arms crossed defensively. “And what exactly does that mean?”
“It means you’d wear what I choose,” he said calmly. “You’d spend the night diapered, no bathroom privileges.  You’d call me Daddy instead of Sir. You’d follow my rules, and if you break them, you’d accept the consequences. Discipline, if needed. Nothing sexual. Just structure, control, and care.”
Her mouth opened, but no words came out.
He continued, “You’d sleep in the crib, next to someone who trusts you completely. And if you agree, you would give up control for one night and simply… be taken care of.”
“You’re serious,” she said, voice barely above a whisper.
“Very.”
She let out a nervous laugh and sat back, crossing her legs tightly. “You can’t be serious about this, you don’t even know me.”
“I’m starting to,” he said calmly. “I’ve seen how you look at him. I’ve read your messages.  I watched your expression tonight. You’re not disgusted. You’re intrigued.”
“That’s not the same as wanting it,” she snapped. “I came to watch, to understand Christopher.  Maybe care for him at some point, but  not to be part of what you have with him. And definitely not to be… someone's little girl.”
Logan gave a slight nod, unbothered. “It’s a big step. You wouldn’t be the first to hesitate. Most people don’t admit what they want right away. Especially when they’ve spent most of their lives pretending they’re something else.”
She bristled. “You think I’m pretending?”
“I think you’re running,” he said simply. “Maybe from who you used to be, maybe from yourself, maybe from the idea that someone might actually want to take care of you, not use you.”
Daniella looked away, jaw clenched then let out a dry laugh. “I’m not some submissive babygirl. I didn’t come here to join your baby cult.”
“This isn’t a cult,” Logan said, voice still even. “But it is a structure. And it’s not for everyone. That’s why I’m offering it.  Freely. No pressure. But if you do it, you do it on my terms.”
Daniella stood up abruptly, pacing a few feet before turning back. “Let me get this straight. You want me to agree to be diapered, wear baby clothes, call you ‘Daddy,’ and lose my basic autonomy for a night and if I screw up, you’ll punish me?”
Logan nodded. “Yes, that sums it up,. But you’ll be safe and well cared for the entire time. That’s my promise.”
She stared at him for a long moment. Her voice, when it came, was sharp and defensive. “Absolutely not. That’s insane.”
“I understand,” Logan said softly. “But if you change your mind, the offer still stands.  I’m sure Christopher will be here next Friday..”
“I’m not doing this,” she said, backing toward the hallway.
“It’s OK, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want, it’s only an offer,” Logan said with a nod. “But you came here for answers. Sometimes they look different than you expect.”
Daniella turned away, not trusting herself to respond. But something in her gut twisted, curiosity, fear, something else she wouldn’t name.
She wouldn’t come back, she definitely, probably wouldn’t come back.
Logan looked at his watch. “It’s after eleven. If you don’t want to drive, you’re welcome to crash on the couch.”
Daniella hesitated. She looked around the cozy living room, dim lighting, a soft blanket already draped across the back of the couch, a lavender-scented diffuser misting gently from the corner. It was calm. Peaceful. Safe, even.
And yet, her skin prickled with unease.
“Thanks, but… I think I’d rather go home,” she said, forcing a polite smile.
Logan nodded. “That’s fine. You’re always in control of your choices here. Would you like me to walk you to your car?”
She blinked. The way he said it, that subtle emphasis on choice, sent a little shiver down her spine. “No. I’m good.”
Logan didn’t press. “Drive safe. And if you ever want to talk, you have my number.”
She nodded, grabbed her jacket from the peg, and walked quickly down the hallway. She glanced towards the hallway and the closed nursery door where Christopher was already tucked in, and something about it made her breath catch. She didn’t stop walking.
The night air was crisp, and as she slipped into the driver’s seat and shut the door, she gripped the steering wheel with both hands. Her heart was pounding harder than it should’ve been.
She pulled away from the curb, the streetlamps casting long shadows behind her.
“I'm never coming back here. For sure never coming back, probably never coming back” she said again.
 

[Eagle0769]

I enjoyed this chapter. It was like having someone really care for you. It's something I really care for

I would love for this to happen to me. I had a Mommy but we don't see each other she lives in California.

I don't know where to look to have someone care for me like Logan cares for Chris. I would jump for

treatment like this.

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

Time switch over to our B-plot.  Our girl Martha, and her new BFF Hailey.  Don't worry, it all weaves together in the end.  

 

Chapter 10

Martha was at her desk in the office suite of the First Christian Church of Broovale, crunching away on the adding machine to double check the software.  She still liked to do things the old fashioned way.   She felt it, a quick sudden need to pee, she bolted up from the desk, out the door and across the hall to the conveniently close ladies room.  Seeing that she made it in time without leaking a drop she felt an odd sense of accomplishment. She was so excited that she began pumping her fist yelling, “whoot, whoot, whoot!” in  the style of 90s comedian Arsino Hall.
“Where the hell did that come from?” she asked the empty stall.
She flushed, pulled up her slacks, and caught her reflection in the mirror as she washed her hands. Her cheeks were a little flushed, her dark hair framed her face in soft waves, and for a second, she didn’t see a 64-year-old woman who looked closer to 44 now.  She saw the 22 year old that she once was. There was something in her expression, a spark she hadn’t felt in years. Not since…
“Since Hector took me dancing that night at the VFW…” she murmured, blinking rapidly as the memory washed over her.  Martha laughed out loud, it was really quite ironic, she wanted the virus to be young again, and it seems to finally be working, but her biggest problem of old age, incontinence was coming back and perhaps with it the infantile regression that Jamie experienced.  “That won’t happen to me,” she said to her reflection in the mirror.   
She stepped out into the hallway just as Hailey, the young woman who was in charge of the daycare in the afternoon, came around the corner carrying a stack of toddler-sized naptime mats.
“Oh hey, Martha!” Hailey chirped, adjusting the stack. “Bathroom sprint again?” she asked with a smirk.
Martha narrowed her eyes, mock-offended. “You spying on me, Miss?”
Hailey laughed. “Girl, you practically sprinted. I was impressed! You got moves.”
Martha gave her a sheepish grin. “Yeah, well, I used to be on the dance floor every weekend back in the day.”
“Oh yeah?” Hailey said, slowing to walk alongside her. “What kind of dancing? Salsa? Swing?”
Martha snorted. “Freestyle, baby. Madonna, Janet Jackson, Debbie Gibson. You ever hear of The Electric Slide?”
Hailey burst out laughing. “Oh my god, you’re like my mom’s cool friend!”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Martha said, unable to keep from grinning. She felt oddly giddy, like she was talking to a peer. Not a boss. Not a mentor. Just another young woman trying to make sense of her life.
“Hey, I know you were only supposed to work in the Daycare on Tuesday and Thursday, but we could use you for a few hours this afternoon.  Margret couldn’t make it,” Hailey said.
“Yeah, sure. Love to,” Martha replied. It still felt a little odd answering to 24-year-old Hailey, but technically, she was the boss.
After interviewing with the preacher, Martha had been hired on as the church’s part-time bookkeeper for 12 hours a week, and as an assistant caregiver in the daycare for another 12. But now, only three days in, she was starting to realize they needed her around a lot more than that.
Hailey was the lead caregiver, typically working from 9 a.m. until the daycare closed at 6. Once the daycare and diaper bank director left at 2, Hailey was in charge. And despite the age difference, Martha was finding her surprisingly easy to work with. The young woman had boundless enthusiasm and cheerful energy that somehow balanced perfectly with Martha’s dry sarcasm and old-school charm.
Returning to the workforce had been a shock to the system, but a good one. Bookkeeping came naturally, it always had, and the afternoons spent wrangling toddlers only seemed to be feeding her strange new vitality.
As the morning wore on, Martha found herself humming “Borderline” under her breath while she filed reports. At noon, she grabbed a quick lunch, then reported to Hailey for the start of her childcare shift.
The daycare was a full-blown sensory assault after the calm, paper-cluttered quiet of Martha’s office. The walls exploded with color, primary-toned posters, finger-painted rainbows, and glitter-glued Bible verses. From the ceiling hung construction paper jellyfish, drying mobiles, and one very determined paper plate sun. The air carried a heady mix of baby wipes, crayons, and something warm and cheesy.
The space was divided into three zones: the nursery, a soft-padded den for the 6-to-18-month crowd; the activity room, which doubled as a cafeteria and art station; and the quiet room, where the older toddlers napped or got their diapers changed on low tables lined with vinyl pads and cubbies of supplies.
“All right, kiddos, butts in seats and hands in laps!” Hailey called out as she wheeled a metal cart in from the church kitchen. Her tone was cheerful but commanding. “It’s lunchtime, and Miss Martha is here to help!”
Martha followed behind, raising a hand in a half-wave. “Hey munchkins,” she said, not sure if she was supposed to be chipper or authoritative.
The cart held trays of chicken nuggets, divided toddler plates, and a big tub of mac and cheese that smelled so good even Martha’s stomach growled. Hailey tossed her a pair of disposable gloves and a hairnet.
“You serve, I’ll corral,” Hailey grinned, already scooping up a giggling two-year-old trying to escape his booster seat.
Martha hesitated for only a second before snapping on the gloves. “All right then. Let’s dish it out.”
As she began plating the meals, a little girl in pigtails looked up and announced, “You have shiny hair.”
Martha blinked. “Uh, thank you.”
“It’s like a Barbie mommy,” the girl added before jamming a plastic spoon into her milk cup.
Hailey and Martha both giggled.  Hailey fed the two youngest toddlers who were strapped into highchairs along the wall while Martha monitored the lunch table, keeping everyone in their booster seats and wiping faces.  After clean up, the daycare director came out of the infant room to check on them, and quickly returned back to her much calmer and quieter babies. 
Hailey decided their first afternoon activity would be music, which meant pulling out a bin of percussion toys, maracas, tambourines, jingle bells, and a slightly-too-loud toy keyboard that had definitely seen better days.
“Okay, friends!” Hailey called cheerfully. “Let’s make some noise!”
The kids swarmed the bin with shrieks of delight, grabbing instruments and banging away without the slightest sense of rhythm. Martha winced at the cacophony but couldn’t help grinning as one of the boys held two egg shakers to his ears and began spinning in circles.
“Miss Martha, you get an instrument too!” one of the girls said, holding out a pink tambourine with sparkly glitter that had long since worn off.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Martha said with a mock-serious face, taking the toy anyway. “I might be too old for this.”
She gave it a light shake and added a little shimmy with her hips, making a few kids giggle. Then she did it again harder this time, and for a moment she forgot her age, and the layers of responsibility she usually wore like armor.  
“Go Miss Martha!” Hailey cheered, clapping to the beat. The kids followed suit, chanting her name like it was a game.  She giggled and began to lead a conga line around the activity room, Hailey was eating it up and joined in at the rear carrying a boy.
And then Martha caught herself mid-twirl, tambourine still jingling in her hand.
She froze, blinking rapidly, her cheeks red and her breath quick. What was she doing? She cleared her throat and straightened her blouse, handing the tambourine off to a nearby toddler like it had suddenly burned her hand.  The conga line quickly devolved back to a cacophony.
Hailey didn’t seem to notice. “You’ve got moves! You should’ve been a preschool teacher.”
Martha forced a laugh. “Yeah, maybe in another life.”
But deep down, something inside her tingled, a strange warmth, a lightness she hadn’t felt in decades. A dangerous sort of comfort.  It had been like an intoxication, complete loss of inhibition.
“Okay,” she said, more to herself than anyone else, “let’s not get carried away.”
The afternoon wore on with diaper changes, naps, snacks, puzzles, and at 5:00 Martha looked around to see only two kids remaining.  “Martha, you were so great today.  I don’t know what we would have done without you,” Hailey said.
Martha slumped down in a recliner feeling exhaustion settle in, “Thanks, playing is really hard work.”  
“So you just moved to Brookvale?’ Hailey asked, sliding into the nearby rocking chair and picking playdoh from under her finger nails.
“Yeah, I moved here with my friend Emily, her foster son Jamie, and her niece Daniella.   We’re kind of a weird little family now.”
Hailey chuckled. “Hey, weird little families are the best kind. I live with two roommates and a cat that thinks it’s our landlord.”
Martha laughed, then rubbed her calves. “I’m not gonna lie, I thought I was ready for retirement. Now I feel like I ran a marathon and a half.”
Hailey nodded sympathetically. “It’s a full-body sport. That’s why I started taking dance classes. Burn off the stress in a way that doesn’t involve tiny hands pulling my hair.”
“Oh, you dance?” Martha perked up a little.
“Yeah, just for fun, there’s a place in town that does ‘80s and ‘90s nights on Saturdays. Mostly people my age or a little older just letting loose, nothing wild.”
Martha grinned. “Now that sounds like my era.”
Hailey’s eyebrows lifted. “Seriously? You into that kind of thing?”
“I was in my twenties in the mid-’80s. Madonna, Janet, Whitney, believe me, I can still shake it when I want to.”
“Hold up, if you were in your 20s in the 80s, that means you’re like 60?” Hailey asked wide eyed.
“Oh girl, the 80s wasn’t that long ago, and I was in my late 20s,” Martha said giggling. 
“Well Miss Martha, if I look as good as you do in 20 years I’ll be happy.”
“Age is just a number, and you’re only as old as you feel,” Martha replied. 
“Well then,” Hailey said with a playful nudge, “you’re coming out with me this weekend. No excuses.”
Martha hesitated just long enough for Hailey to notice, then shrugged. “Why not? It’s been forever since I danced with anyone over two feet tall.”
Hailey smiled wide. “Perfect. I’ll text you the details. And don’t worry, nobody there cares what anyone looks like, we just dance.”
Martha leaned back and exhaled, a bit of the day’s fatigue lifting already. “You know what, Hailey? I think this is going to be fun.”
And for the first time in years, she meant it.
 

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

Chapter 11

Pumpkin took a drink of her latte and smiled big, “Wow, so he really offered to daddy you?” 
“Yeah, so?”  Daniella asked.
Pumpkin put down the cup and cocked her head. “Well, It's just that, Logan’s kind of… Well it’s just he’s selective.”
“So I should be proud or something?” 
“Yeah, he must see something in you.  What I mean is that he’s not into one night stands, he doesn’t take in strays, you saw how bare his fetlife account is?”
Daniella nodded and absent mindedly looked around Boardwalk Brew. The coffee shop was one of those boutique places with mismatched furniture and warm string lights zigzagging across the ceiling. A chalkboard menu behind the counter listed drinks with names like “Cinnamon Cloud” and “Autumn Hug.” Indie music played just loud enough to fill silences, and a shelf near the door overflowed with books and board games no one ever actually played. The front windows looked out onto the little town square, which had recently been decorated for Christmas.
Pumpkin leaned forward, her tone softening. “What I mean is… Logan doesn’t chase people. If he’s giving you that kind of offer, it’s because he thinks you’re worth investing in.”
Daniella stirred her coffee absentmindedly. “He said I’d have to wear a diaper and call him Daddy and give up bathroom privileges for the night. That’s not investing. That’s… weird.”
Pumpkin smiled again, but it wasn’t mocking. “Of course it’s weird. All of this is weird, until it’s not. That’s how it works. Littlespace doesn’t make sense from the outside. It’s like a language you have to live in to understand.”
Daniella looked out the window, then back down at her cup. “I just don’t get it,  I’m supposed to hand over control? Let someone dress me, change me, decide when I go to bed?”
“You’d be surprised how freeing that can be,” Pumpkin said, tracing the rim of her mug with one finger. “But only if you want it. Only if it fits you. No one’s going to force you. Logan least of all.”
“OK, but this whole, ‘you must submit to me, call me Sir, call me Daddy, I will control your life and make everything, better doesn’t it feel kind of… cultish.”  Daniella’s voice dropped, and she glanced around as if afraid someone might overhear.
Pumpkin let out a short breath through her nose and nodded slowly. “Yeah. It can look that way. People seem so deep into it, like they’ve given up their own agency.”
Daniella leaned back in her chair, arms crossed tightly. “Exactly.”
“But here’s the thing,” Pumpkin said, her tone leveling. “A cult takes away your choices. Littlespace, real Littlespace, with a partner who respects you, gives you a safe space to surrender choice voluntarily. You can say no. You can walk away. You already did.  What happened when you told him no and left?”
Daniella stared into her coffee, the foam starting to break apart. “He was nice, just left the offer open if I changed my mind.”
Pumpkin leaned closer.  “See, no pressure.  I speak with experience, you can trust Logan and Christopher.”  
Daniella twisted her face into a mischievous grin, “Wait, you’ve done it?” 
Pumpkin smiled and blushed a bit, “Yes, Logan’s a sweetheart, but I prefer my Daddy or Mommy to be a bit more… You’re not old enough to hear this,” Daniella nearly spit out her coffee and the two of them giggled so hard an older couple gave them the side eye. 
Pumpkin got herself under control and took the volume down a notch, “Lets get back to basics here, first off.  You had no interest in ABDL before you met Christopher, right?”  
“Yeah, I mean I knew it was a kink, vaguely I guess, but I never thought about it.” Daniella answered.
Pumpkin nodded “Excuse me for asking, but how long have you been transitioning?”  
Daniella knew the correct answer to this question would set off red flags.  Technically it’d only been a couple months and it was pretty much impossible for most biological males to look as feminine as she did now in two months of transition. “Over a year now,” she lied.
“And Christopher is your first ‘boyfriend’ I guess?” 
Daniella blushed, she still hadn’t wrapped her mind around the fact that she was attracted to guys now.  “Yeah,” she said.
Pumpkin leaned even closer, “And you’ve not even worn a diaper yet, have you?” she asked.
“Nope, I mean not since I was two. ”
Pumpkin smiled and slapped the table, “I’ve got the answer, you need to dip your toes in.  I’ll host a “littles game night Friday.  You can get padded up in private, even borrow something cute to wear if you want.  Nothing too kinky, just a social event.” 
Daniella frowned and crossed her arms, “Who’s going to be there?”  
“No Christopher or Logan, probably Jack and Jill, Charlie might come.  Do you play Catan?” 
“No but I’m a quick learner,” Daniella answered.

Chapter 12

Emily smiled as she placed the home made pizza on the table, “OK guys, bon apatite.
Martha lifted Jamie into his high chair and locked the tray in. “That smells amazing hun,” she said.  
Daniella poured three diet sodas and placed them at the table, then filled a bottle of apple juice for Jamie and sat it on his tray.    The boy quickly plopped the bottle in his mouth. Martha began spooning out the salad.  Soon the family was all gathered at the table and relishing in Emily’s cooking, which seemed to be getting better and better.
“You should have invited Christopher over,” Emily said as she cut up a slice of pizza into tiny pieces for Jami.  
An awkward pause followed before Daniella said, “It’s a long drive for him.”
“Ought oh, trouble in the boyfriend department?” Martha asked. 
Daniella rolled her eyes and took a sip of soda. “Not trouble, just… figuring things out.”
Emily gave her a knowing look as she wiped pizza sauce off Jamie’s cheek. “Relationships are always complicated, especially when you’re still getting to know yourself.”
“Exactly,” Daniella said, sounding a little too grateful for the out. “Besides, we’re not official or anything.”
“Oh please,” Martha said, spearing a cherry tomato. “You bring him to the Fall Festival, feed him pudding at Thanksgiving, and now you’re dodging him like he’s contagious. Sounds official to me.”
“I’m just taking a step back,” Daniella replied, pushing her salad around. “I’ve been trying to make space to figure out… what I want.”
Martha raised an eyebrow. “And what do you want?”
Daniella looked at her, then at Emily, then at Jamie who was happily munching on a piece of crust, juice dribbling down his chin. She shrugged. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
Jamie banged his tray with glee, oblivious to the tension.
Emily smiled softly. “Well, whatever it is, just make sure it’s something you want. Not what someone else wants you to be.”
“I’m working on it,” Daniella said quietly.
There was a lull as everyone returned to their food. Martha stood to grab napkins from the counter and winced, subtly crossing her legs.
“Everything okay?” Emily asked.
“Fine,” Martha muttered. “Just need to… take a quick break.” She shuffled toward the bathroom, leaving Daniella and Emily to exchange a glance.
“Is she okay?” Daniella whispered.
Emily leaned in, “I think she’s managing it.”  
A few minutes later Martha came in and sat down, “Sorry,” she said.
“Is work going OK,” Daniella asked.
“Actually it’s going great, I thought they would only need me 20 hours a week, but I’ve already worked 28 and it’s only Thursday,” Martha explained.
Emily finished a bite of salad and said, “It’s got to be exhausting taking care of all those kids, one here is plenty of work.”
“It is, but me and Hailey manage,”  Martha answered.
Daniella looked up “Who is Hailey?”  
“She’s the head caregiver, my boss I guess, but I’m technically like 40 years older than her,” Martha chuckled.  “Oh by the way, I’m going out with her Friday night, dancing.”
Daniella nearly dropped her fork. “Wait, what? You’re going dancing with your twenty-something boss?”
Emily blinked in surprise, then smirked. “Well, look at you.”
Martha grinned and took a sip of her soda. “What? I still got moves. Besides, she invited me. Thought it’d be fun.”
“Fun?” Daniella echoed. “Do you even know what clubs are like these days?”
“It’s actually 80s night so I’m going to fit right in.  Anyway Clubs have been the same since they were dance halls,” Martha shot back. “Loud music, sweaty bodies, overpriced drinks.”
Emily laughed. “Okay, now I’m curious. What are you even going to wear?”
“I don’t know,” Martha said with a little sparkle in her eye. “Maybe something cute. I’ve still got some stuff packed away.”
Daniella raised an eyebrow. “Martha… you do realize people might assume you're, like, dating her.”
“Oh please,” Martha waved her off. “She’s just a sweet girl being nice to an old lady. Anyway, she doesn’t have many close friends and neither do I, so shut up and let me enjoy my new social life.”
Daniella shook her head and smirked. “Just don’t end up on TikTok.”
Martha laughed. “Only if the filter makes me look twenty again.”
Emily leaned back in her chair and gave them both a contented look. “It’s kind of nice, isn’t it? Seeing everyone figure themselves out again.”
Daniella nodded slowly, thoughtful now. “Yeah. I guess we’re all kind of… starting over.”
Jamie giggled and dropped his bottle with a dramatic splat, breaking the moment. Martha reached across the table and dabbed at his face with a napkin, murmuring, “Don’t worry, little guy. We’ve got time.”
After supper Daniella went to get her stream started, while the rest of the family cozied up on the couch with a movie, but she first checked Fetlife, as she was doing more and more frequently. She had messages,
Pumpkin:  OK, everything is set for tomorrow night, but first some ground rules.  If you’re not OK with these things then let me know.
Diapers and ABDL clothes showing, you don’t have too but we will be.
420 friendly? maybe some light drinks, no one is getting wasted.
Pizza toppings, any you hate?
Wet diapers, no stinkers!
If you want to wear, (kind of the point) I’ve got some that will fit you.
Love, Pumpkin
“I seriously can’t believe I’m doing this,” Daniella said.
Curious_Bri:  It all sounds great, I’ll be there.  
Her next message was from Chrisopher
Hey Dani, I’ve missed hanging with you this week.  I’m sorry about last Friday, that was way over the top.  But it’s kind of like pulling a band-aid, the pain is quick and fast.   I’d love to spend time with you, even if all you want is friends.
Love, Christopher
Curious_Bri:  No I’m sorry I should have called you, and texted back.  I’m still trying to figure things out, I’m hanging out with Pumpkin Friday night.  Lets get dinner or something on Saturday.
Love, Dani
Next she had several variations of the same message in her inbox, “How’s it going, How are you tonight, Are you wet?”  
“My God these people have no social skills,” Daniella said as she deleted the messages.  Finally she had a minute to just scroll through pics.  Jack and Jill’s photos made her blush and turn her head, Pumpkin had posted herself in a completely destroyed diaper this morning, and a few cuties that she followed had posted pics of themselves. 
Daniella felt a stirring in her panties, absent mindedly she reached a hand under her skirt and touched herself through the soft cotton.  Her cock was hilariously tiny, even when hard, but the sensations were still there, just packed into a smaller space.  She shivered as his fingers brushed the sensitive tip. She massaged the tiny little grape sized balls that were retreating into her body.  She checked her stream and camera, still off, but out of habit she turned it facing the wall.  This wasn’t her first “pre-stream” masturbation session.  
What was happening to Daniella should have scared her, but it didn’t.  In fact, she was looking forward to the changes, welcoming them, even. Each day brought her closer to the body that matched how she was beginning to feel inside. The shrinking, the softening, the strange but gentle rewiring of her whole being, it was all becoming familiar, almost comforting.
She let her head fall back against the chair, fingertips still teasing gently, not chasing release so much as staying present with the sensation. Her breath hitched as a little spark fluttered through her body. It wasn’t the same sharp surge she used to feel. This was deeper, slower, warmer. Like being touched from the inside out.  A hand slid to her breast, so much sensation.  She imagined Christopher’s mouth suckling a big full breast, cute little drops of milk on his mouth.  His diaper soft and swollen, so precious.  
Stroking her tiny cock was out of the question, but her finger was rubbing away furiously now, her thoughts turned to Logan, strong tense muscles. His tanned body lifting her on the changing table, a thick warm diaper between her legs.  “Oh my…. Ohhhhh…” Daniella came, her body spasming, and unlike when she was a man it wasn’t a quick spurt and then finished.  The pleasure radiated up and down her body, through her breasts, like her whole nervous system was electrified.  Her panties were soaked.
She blinked, shook her head, and stood up, adjusting her skirt.
“OK, that’s enough of that,” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.
She crossed to the mirror above her dresser and caught her reflection. The eyes looking back were softer now, more open. The shape of her face had shifted just enough that she barely recognized the man she used to be.
What would Daniel think of you now?
But that voice was quieter these days. Less judgmental. Less certain. She reached for clean panties, tied her hair into a loose side ponytail and prepared to entertain her fans.
 

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

Chapter 13

Martha scooped Ashton off the floor and sniffed, “Yeap, we’ve got a stinker,” she said.  The 16 month old giggled as Martha carried him towards the quiet room.  
“I think there’s more than one, they’re butts all must be in sync,” Hailey said as she walked around sniffing the kids.  
“I’m not a  baby,” said the four year old Quinn,” when Hailey sniffed him.  
Hailey giggled, “I know Quinn but plenty of big Big Kids poop their pants from time to time.”
“Did you check yourself,” the boy asked with a giggle.
Hailey patted the seat of her jeans,  “Nope, its not me,” she said and giggled again.   
“I think it may be over here,” Cindy, the elderly volunteer said from over near the big doll house.  
Hailey scooped up the girl playing sitting on her bottom and held her rear near her face, “I think we have a winner,” she said. 
“I’d change her if it wasn’t for these arthritic fingers,” Cindy said from the rocking chair
“No worries, that’s why they pay me the big bucks,” Hailey said and soon she joined Martha in the quiet room at the other big changing table.
“Are you excited for tonight?” Hailey asked as she began wiping down the offending bottom.
Martha fastened the new diaper snugly around Ashton’s hips, then turned and gave Hailey a raised eyebrow. “I’m getting there. Still feels a little weird, you know? Me out dancing with a bunch of kids.”
Hailey grinned. “You are not that old. Relax, it’ll just be me and Kenzie, she’s a hoot.”
Martha paused mid-fold, giving her a skeptical look. “How old is Kenzie?”
Hailey shrugged as she sprinkled powder on the little girl’s bottom. “She’s actually 23 a year younger then me.  She’s  Super cool, super fun.  Very dramatic though, I guarantee she’ll have some king of situation going on.”
Martha chuckled as she helped Ashton sit up and patted his head. “Well good then it won’t be boring.”
“You’ll love her,” Hailey said. “She’s into retro stuff, dances like she’s in a Janet Jackson video, and always brings snacks in her purse. I think you two will totally click.”
Martha handed Ashton a teether from the basket and gave Hailey a sideways glance. “And I suppose you told her about me?”
“Of course. I said you’re the coolest boomer I’ve ever worked with.”
“I’m Gen X, thank you very much.”
“Same thing,” Hailey teased as she taped up the fresh diaper on her little girl.
Martha smirked but said nothing. Truth was, the idea of meeting people who didn’t know her real age was oddly thrilling. The idea of going out again, wearing something cute, teasing her hair out, dancing, she couldn’t believe it. Something about being around Hailey and all these toddlers every day had her feeling different lately. Lighter. More playful. More impulsive.
She helped Hailey clean up the wipes and toss the diapers, then paused by the door. “So what’s the plan?”
“Deano’s for drinks at 8, dancing by 9. Wear something that makes you feel hot.”
Martha laughed. “Well, that narrows it down.”
Hailey winked. “I’ve got faith in you, you’ll figure it out.”
As they stepped back into the chaos of the main room, Martha caught her reflection in the mirror above the cubbies. She tilted her head. The black hair, the glow in her cheeks. That twinkle in her eye.
Maybe she would figure it out.

***

Daniella knocked at Pumpkin’s door and looked down at her clothes.  She had spent way too much time deciding what to wear.  Her closet was strangely divided in half now, one side had far more color, ruffles, and flair, while the right side was a collection of neutral T-shirts, grey hoodies and generic bluejeans.  The girl side was slowly pushing the boy side stuff out.  She went with a new pink hoodie and denim skirt with a fun colorful strip.  The outfit had been a gift from her fans, and seemed cute enough to wear to an ageplay party.  
Pumpkin lived about 30 minutes from Brookvale in one of Champaign’s outlying communities, her house was nice, but it was obvious from the brown potted plants and unkempt yard that Pumpkin wasn’t the most dedicated homeowner.  Still the place had a charm, cute wind chimes, and a funny floor mat that said wipe your paws.  

The door swung open before she could knock a second time.
“Dani!” Pumpkin beamed, standing barefoot in leggings printed with cartoon kittens and an oversized tee that said Spill the Milk, Not the Tea. Her bright red curls were piled into two messy buns, and she gave off a soft crinkle as she pulled Daniella into a quick hug.
“You’re the first one here! Come in, come in. Just so you know, my house doesn’t always look like a toddler lives here, we turn the whole place into playland before every party. It all goes back in the playroom later, I promise.”
Daniella stepped inside, wide-eyed. The living room looked like it had been hit by a toy store explosion: plush animals, floor mats, stacking blocks, and coloring books were strewn across the carpet. A folding table stood in the corner, already loaded with juice boxes, snacks.  Pastel beanbags sat near a low coffee table covered in board games with names like Candyland and Unicorn Tea Time.  Settlers of Catan was set up and ready to play. 
“It’s... cozy,” Daniella said.
Pumpkin laughed. “Cozy is one word for it. Wait till you see how many plushies we fit in here when everyone shows up. You said you were comfy with the guidelines I sent you?”
“I guess?” Daniella tilted her head. 
“They’re more like vibes,” Pumpkin said with a wink. “ No pressure. No judging. And remember this isn’t really a kink party, I mean it is, but it’s definitely not a sex party.  Just littles being little.  No unsolicited tickling or teasing unless you’re invited. Want a juice?”
“Umm, not yet,” Daniella said. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her hoodie. 
“Great so since you’re here early we can talk about padding, you got any favorites yet?” Pumpkin said. 
Daniella blinked, “Umm favorites?”
Pumpkin giggled, “Favorite diaper prints, I know you’ve been checking out everyone’s pics on Fet,”   Pumpkin said, guiding her to a room with an open door.  Inside was a pink bedroom that could easily belong to a toddler, “Welcome to my sanctuary. I have a regular bedroom, too but I sleep in here most of the time,”  Pumpkin pointed towards a white daybed with low rails very similar to the one that Jamie had used before the purchase of the adult sized furniture.
“Wow, cute room. Umm, no favorites yet,” Daniella said.
“Thanks, I’m sure I have a dip in your size. You’re medium, right?”
“Uh… yeah, I think so.”
Pumpkin knelt down and pulled open a drawer. “We’ve got Little Kings, PlayDays, Cushies… these ones have bunnies. Super crinkly, though. Want to pick?”
Daniella crouched next to her, biting her lip. “That one,” she said, pointing to the one with the crazy pastel rabbits. “I guess.”
“Great choice.” Pumpkin held it up like a prize and handed it over. “Do you want help getting it on? They can be tricky to get right when you’re just getting started.”
Daniella took the diaper, her hand brushing Pumpkin’s. She pulled back quickly. “No. I mean, I got it. I’m fine.”
Pumpkin raised an eyebrow but only nodded. “Totally cool. Bathroom’s down the hall. There’s baby powder on the cabinet, it will be more comfortable.”
“I’m good,” Daniella said, a little too fast. Her voice caught awkwardly at the end.
Pumpkin just smiled and stood back up. “No rush. Take your time. You’ve already done the hardest part, showing up.”
Daniella offered a weak smile and headed for the bathroom, diaper in hand, heart pounding. This was fine. She was fine.  It seemed like the ABDL community had different standards about privacy then the rest of the world.  Sure Pumpkin had become a friend, but friends don’t usually casually offer to help you put on your undergarments.  Even if Daniella was cool with it, she couldn’t let people see what she had between her legs. How could she explain what was happening to her?   On the way to the bathroom  she told herself there was nothing wrong with what she was doing, she wasn’t joining a secret diaper cult and she was still in total control.
The bathroom was small but cozy, with a stack of pastel towels on the counter and a framed print above the toilet that read “Be a sweetie, wipe the seatie.” The scent of lavender air freshener hung faintly in the air. Daniella closed the door, locked it, and let out a shaky breath.
She set the diaper on the closed toilet lid and stared at it for a moment. Pastel bunnies grinned up at her. It was soft, puffy, and absurd. But it was also weirdly comforting.
She peeled off her skirt, then slowly slid down her panties. Her heart stuttered as she looked down. The changes had come so gradually that it was easy to ignore them day to day. But now, standing under bright bathroom lights with a pastel diaper waiting beside her, it hit her all over again.  The biggest difference was her skin, it was lighter, and softer.  Her face rounder.  Her hips were a bit wider, her breasts had grown a bit fuller but still easily fit in the B cup bra.  She’d even lost about an inch of height.
She turned her attention back to the matter at hand and unfolded the diaper, marveling at how big and thick it felt. Sitting on the lid, she leaned back against the tank and slid it underneath her hips, It took a couple tries to get the tapes even, and the padding felt comically bulky between her legs. But when she stood up and checked herself in the mirror, it looked… right.
Not sexy, not silly. Just right.  Like she had been meant to wear diapers her whole life and just didn’t know it. 
She pulled her skirt back on, feeling the way it brushed against the diaper’s bulk, and gave herself a quick once-over. No obvious bulges. No giveaway signs. Just a girl in a skirt, maybe a little padded underneath.
Back in the hallway, the sounds of two people laughing in the hallway.  “Here we go,” she said as she crinkled out to meet them.
 

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

Chapter 14

Martha took a sip from her second, maybe third, margarita, hoping the buzz might soften the low thrum of anxiety humming beneath her ribs. Hailey and Kenzie sat across from her, both absorbed in their phones, sipping neon-colored cocktails like they did this every weekend. Martha, by contrast, felt like she’d wandered into someone else’s night out.
After work, she’d dug through a stack of old boxes she’d just moved to their new  basement and found it. The outfit. The one she used to wear clubbing back in the 1980s. She’d held onto it all these years, unsure why, until now.
“I’ll be right back,” she said, standing and heading for the bathroom.
It was surreal. There she was in the mirror, technically a 64-year-old woman, but thanks to the virus, good lighting, and a generous layer of makeup, she could pass for thirty something. Maybe even younger if no one looked too closely.
“I guess I took ‘80s night’ a little too literally,” she muttered with a crooked smile.
The look was pure time capsule: wide black pants pegged well above the ankles, black boots, a massive belt with a gold buckle, and a low-cut black tank under a leopard-trimmed blazer with shoulder pads sharp enough to cut glass. Around her neck hung a tangle of necklaces and gold crosses. She’d topped it all off with a big velvet bow in her hair.
She looked amazing, and completely out of step.
Back at the table, Hailey and Kenzie were dressed in modern clubwear: tight jeans, cropped tanks, bare shoulders. Martha was a walking blast from the past.
Hailey was scrolling through her phone and looked up at Kenzie.  “Seriously just block him,” Hailey said.  Martha frowned, both women had barely sat their phones down since they got to the bar.  Deano’s was a small bar attached to “The Spot” the dance club.  It was designed with a retro vibe, pictures of Elvis, James Dean, Frank Sinatra, and of course Dean Martin, adorned the walls.  It was a club for adults and not the college students who had plenty of more rowdy places to choose from.  Still it was far from tame.  
Hailey slid her phone into her purse and leaned closer, her voice just loud enough over the pulsing baseline coming from the next room. “Guys like that don’t take hints. You’ve got to be blunt.”
Kenzie swirled the straw in her drink, watching the ice spin. “I was blunt. I told him I wasn’t interested, and he said that made me ‘more of a challenge.’” She rolled her eyes.  Kenzie couldn’t built more differently then Hailey.  Where Hailey was tall and skinny Kenzie was short and round.  Kenzie wore circular glasses and kept her hair pulled tightly back while Kenzie let her long locks 

“That’s creepy as hell,” Hailey said, shaking her head. “Remind me next time you talk to him, I’ll send a picture of my boot.”
Martha laughed, the margarita loosening the stiffness in her shoulders. “You’re gonna scare off all the guys.”
“They’re not serious,” Hailey said flatly. “If a guy can’t respect a no, he doesn’t deserve a maybe.”
Martha let the words hang for a moment. She liked that about Hailey, how confident she was, how sure. It reminded her of how she used to be, back when she was younger, sassier, maybe even a little reckless. That version of herself felt closer and closer lately, like it was sitting just under her skin, waiting for a chance to come out and play.
“Speaking of guys,” Hailey said, popping a piece of gum into her mouth and offering Martha one, “Brian’s gonna meet us here. He’s running late, shocker, but he’s coming. And he’s bringing his older brother Nick.”
“Oh, so this is a setup?” Martha raised an eyebrow but took the gum anyway.
Hailey smirked. “Nooo. This is just a friendly night out with a little dancing and a cute guy who happens to be single and thinks older women are hot.”
Martha barked out a laugh. “Great, so I’m a cougar now.”
“You’re not old enough to be a cougar,” Hailey teased. “You’re like… a lynx.”
“Is that even a thing?”
“It is now.”
They both laughed, and Martha felt the warmth of the night settle into her bones. The lights from the club pulsed through the hallway as the doors swung open and closed. The bass thumped like a second heartbeat, and the scent of sweat, perfume, and neon beckoned them closer.
Kenzie glanced around the bar, and took a deep drink, “That settles it, I’m getting laid tonight."
Hailey snorted into her cocktail. “Well damn, Kenz, buy me another drink first.”
“No, seriously,” Kenzie said, scanning the room with laser focus. “That guy in the leather jacket? He keeps looking over here.”
Hailey turned casually. “Oof, not bad. Beard’s a little much though.”
“I’m not marrying him, I’m just trying to forget the asshole I just blocked.”
Martha raised an eyebrow and took another sip of her margarita. “You girls really don’t hold back, do you?”
Kenzie grinned. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you never went out hoping to score back in the day.”
“I mean… yeah,” Martha said, laughing despite herself. “But we didn’t announce it with a fanfare.”
“That’s the difference,” Hailey said, flashing a grin. “You waited to be noticed. We put in applications.”
“You ready?” Kenzie asked, standing and smoothing down her sequined top.
Martha stood too, adjusting her blouse and fluffing her newly black hair in the mirror behind the bar. “You bet your ass I am.”
Kenzie walked across the floor and in a few moments her and leather jacket were heading back.  Together they left the confines of the bar and hit the dance floor.  
And somewhere, deep inside, a forgotten part of Martha was smiling.

***

Meanwhile Daniella was experiencing a slightly different type of fun.  Daniella leaned forward, eyes squinting at the hexagonal tiles scattered across the board. “Wait, if you build a road there, doesn’t that block Jill from the longest route?”  It had taken her a while, but she was starting to get the hang of it.
Pumpkin giggled, swaying slightly where she sat cross-legged on the floor in an oversized unicorn onesie. “Yep, but she stole my sheep earlier, so revenge is justified.”
“Rude,” Jill said, though her smile said she wasn’t mad. Her pacifier dangled from a ribbon clipped to her pastel overalls. “I was one lumber away from victory.”  She turned and high fived Jack, who was wearing a dinosaur onesie and sucking a bright colored pacifier.
Charlie Brown clapped his hands dramatically. “And with that move, Pumpkin takes the longest road. Game over! Everyone bow to the diapered queen of Catan!”
Laughter rippled through the room. Someone turned on a Bluetooth speaker in the corner, and soft synth-pop began to hum in the background. The coffee table was cluttered with half-eaten snacks, LaCroix cans, and a selection of alcohol bottles that had been making their way into baby bottles.. The scent of lavender baby powder mingled faintly with that of sweet wine and salty chips.
Daniella stretched, her borrowed diaper crinkling softly beneath her skirt. No one seemed to notice, or care. The vibe had shifted. The game was over, and the room was slowly drifting into something more playful, less structured. Jane grabbed a stuffed bear and flopped onto the couch, kicking her feet in the air.
Pumpkin crawled over to Daniella and whispered, “You’re doing great, by the way. Everyone likes you.”
“Thanks,” Daniella said, her voice softer than intended. She wasn’t sure if it was the padded seat, the glittery lights, or the giggling adults dressed like overgrown toddlers, but something in her chest felt warm. Maybe it was acceptance. Maybe it was the wine.
Jill plopped next to her and offered a pacifier. “You don’t have to, but it does help you win the next game.”
Daniella laughed nervously and waved it off. “I think I’ll start with juice.”
“Juice box incoming!” Charlie Brown announced, already waddling off to the kitchen.
“Lets play Hungry, Hungry Hippos,” Jack said as he pulled the game out of the stack. Soon they were on their knees, blasting away grabbing marbles with plastic hippos.  “I won,” Jill yelled and stuck her tongue out at Jack.
“Hey, no you cheated,” he said and was up in her face pointing a finger.  She tackled him onto one of the beanbags and they began wrestling.   Daniella watched the childish display but quickly turned her attention to Pumpkin.  The fuzzy unicorn onesie was obviously hot, she unzipped it and dropped it around her.  She was wearing a sports bra and a Unicorn diaper that was obviously wet.  
Charlie Brown followed her lead and unsnapped his baby print onesie revealing a dinosaur diaper that was familiar to Daniella.  Jill squealed as Jack tried to pin her, both of them laughing uncontrollably as they rolled on the oversized beanbag, limbs flailing. A few of the plastic marbles scattered underfoot, but no one seemed to care anymore.
Pumpkin flopped down next to Daniella with a sigh, fanning herself with a coaster. “God, it gets so hot in that thing,” she said, tugging her hair up into a messy bun. Her Unicorn diaper crinkled as she shifted, clearly swollen and sagging from multiple wettings.
Daniella nodded, eyes darting away, unsure where to look. Charlie Brown stretched with a yawn and dropped onto another beanbag, his dino diaper on full display.
“You OK?” Pumpkin asked, scooting closer. “You look tense.”
“I’m just… taking it all in, and I need to pee” Daniella said with a nervous laugh.
“You don’t have to do anything. Just watch, or play, or cuddle, or bounce around like a goofball. This isn’t a test. You can go use the bathroom if you want” Pumpkin gave her a reassuring nudge with her shoulder. “But… This is about letting go.”
As if to prove the point, Jack let out a loud fart as Jill bounced on his back, then shouted, “Emergency! Emergency!” while crawling dramatically toward the quiet corner of the room where a pile of stuffies waited.
Jill chased him down and tackled him again. “You poopy-head!”
“I did not!” he cried, face turning red with laughter.
Charlie Brown flopped over and grabbed a big stuffed hippo, hugging it like a body pillow. “Group pile!” he shouted, and just like that, bodies tumbled together, some wrestling, some cuddling, a chaotic tangle of giggles, limbs, and thick crinkles.
Pumpkin looked at Daniella with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Careful. It’s contagious.”
Daniella raised an eyebrow. “What is?”
Pumpkin leaned in and whispered, “Littlespace”  Then she grabbed Jack’s foot.  “You’re a poopyhead!” 
Before Daniella could reply, Jill reached over and yanked her by the arm. “Come on, you’re part of the pile now!”
Caught off guard, Daniella stumbled into the beanbag mountain. She landed half on Pumpkin, who wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. Charlie Brown tossed a blanket over them all. Someone started singing the theme song to DuckTales.  For the first hour if you didn’t count the adult baby clothes this could have been any board game night in America, but now it had devolved into something else.
Daniella didn’t sing. She didn’t laugh. But she didn’t get up, either.
Her head rested on Pumpkin’s shoulder. Her hand brushed against someone else’s plush toy. Her diaper felt soft and then it happened.  First a giggle, then uncontrollably another one. “Duck Tales! whooh ooh. Every day they're out there making Duck Tales! whooh ooh!”  she joined in the chorus.  After struggling for a few minutes everyone seemed to run out of energy and the giggles subsided.   Danniella rolled off the pile onto her back and without really thinking about it just pee’d.  The warm sensation spread across the diaper. Pumpkin crawled over and looked down at her, grinning as her curls bounced. “Well hello there, little miss puddle pants.”
Daniella blinked up at her, lips parted in surprise. “No, I..?” She didn’t even finish the sentence, Pumpkin’s grin just got wider. She already knew. She’d seen that look before.
Pumpkin just nodded. “Yep. And it’s okay. That’s what they’re for.”
Daniella stared at the ceiling, her face flushed but her body oddly relaxed. There was a faint crinkle as she shifted, and a strange pressure released from her chest. “I didn’t even think about it,” she whispered.
“That's kind of the point,” Pumpkin said softly, brushing a lock of hair out of Daniella’s eyes. “You finally stopped thinking.”
The lights in the room had dimmed to a gentle pink hue, and soft lullaby music began drifting from the Bluetooth speaker someone had queued up. Jill was curled up sucking her thumb, half-buried in a mountain of stuffed animals. Charlie Brown had dozed off with his head on a huge teddy bear, his diaper slightly exposed under the blanket.
But Daniella wasn’t tired. She felt… floaty. Giggly. Safe. Her mind, so often full of tangled thoughts and sharp edges, now felt cotton-stuffed. She reached up and touched Pumpkin’s cheek with the back of her hand.
“I think I’m a baby,” she said, totally deadpan.
Pumpkin burst out laughing. “Oh honey, I knew you were the second you walked in the door with that pink hoodie and your big eyes and your ‘I don’t know if I belong here’ voice.”
Daniella giggled again, covering her face. “Shut up.”
“Never. You’re adorable.”
Daniella scrunched her nose and let her arms fall to her sides. She wiggled her toes and listened to the crinkling beneath her. “I don’t wanna go home.”
“You don’t have to, at least not yet.” Pumpkin reached for a blanket and pulled it over them both. “You’re safe here, baby girl. Just let it be what it is.” She reached across to the coffee table picked up the pacifier that Jill had left for Daniella and slid it gently into her mouth.  
And so, for the first time in her life, Daniella didn’t resist the pull. She sank deeper into the soft, warm haze, from somewhere she found a stuffed whale and held it close, her mind drifting from adult worries to the present moment: the blanket, the lullabies, the wet diaper, and Pumpkin’s gentle, steady breath beside her.  
“Such a perfect little diapered angel,” Pumpkin said and wrapped her larger softer body around Daniella settling in to be her big spoon.
She was a baby. And it felt… perfect.
 

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

Chapter 15

Nick shook his head and waved a hand in front of his face. “My God, where do you get the energy from? I need to sit down.”
Martha grinned and shimmied her way back into the crowd, hips swaying to the beat. Hailey was deep in the groove, grinding playfully against her boyfriend Brian, while Kenzie had practically claimed the bearded guy with some very suggestive dancing.
The men were clearly running out of stamina, and when Girls Just Wanna Have Fun blasted through the speakers, Martha, Hailey, and Kenzie found themselves dancing in a loose triangle. With big smiles and a shared burst of energy, they started coordinating their moves, laughing and spinning while the guys retreated to a nearby table to catch their breath.
Martha let the music carry her. Her arms rolled in perfect time, body snapping with sharp, deliberate flair. She did the Running Man, the Roger Rabbit, even a flawless Electric Slide that had a nearby group of women cheering.
“Where did that come from?” Kenzie called out, eyes wide and laughing as she tried to mimic the move.
Hailey nearly tripped trying to keep up. “You weren’t kidding, you can still shake it!”
Martha only smiled, winded but elated. It wasn’t just the drinks or the music, it was something deeper, a forgotten confidence flooding back in. For a few minutes, the club belonged to her. 
A guy in a vintage leather jacket gave her a slow clap and raised his glass. Someone shouted, “Go off, Auntie!” and Martha only laughed harder, cheeks flushed with a mix of pride and disbelief.
Then it hit her.
A sudden flutter in her lower abdomen. A cramp. A warning.
“Oh, shit,” she whispered, the music warping into the background as she abruptly turned and made a beeline through the crowd, weaving between dancers with forced calm.
She reached the restroom just in time, darted into a stall, and sat down with a sigh of relief. As she caught her breath, she looked down to the pull-up between her legs.  Damp, but not too bad, and way better than pee running down her leg.
“Goddamn it,” she muttered. “This wasn’t supposed to happen again.”
She stared at the stall door for a long second, then let out a dry laugh. “Still got the moves,” she whispered to herself. “Just wish the plumbing kept up.”
When she returned to the club she found the others all gathered around a table.  
“We’re getting out of here,” Hailey said.  Her normal bubbly personality seemed to have taken a back seat.  She glanced over toward Kenzie and saw the same look in her face.  The song Hungry Eyes played in Martha’s head, there was no doubt what these girls wanted.  The glanced over to Nick who was looking at her, his eyes asking a question.  
“My car is at your place.”  Martha said, unsure what the protocol was in these situations.
“I can give you a ride,” Nick quickly offered.  
Martha nodded slowly, heart thudding just a little faster than before. She wasn't drunk, buzzed, maybe, but this wasn’t the margaritas talking. It was something else. Something alive.
Hailey and Brian were already heading for the door, their hands locked. Kenzie tugged at Beard Guy’s shirt, whispering something in his ear that made him grin. And Nick… Nick was still watching her, unsure but hopeful.
Martha shrugged, as her friends left without even saying goodbye. “I guess I could use a ride,” Martha said, brushing her hair behind her ear.
Outside, the December air was cold and quiet.  No wind stirred, just the faint sounds of loud music from the building behind them and the slight buzz of dim yellow from the street lamps casting long shadows. She stood for a moment at the curb, the laughter of the others already fading behind her. Nick waited by his truck, holding the door open.
She slid inside and smiled to herself, quietly stunned by her own reflection in the window. Her face still bore traces of the 64-year-old woman she had been, but just barely. In the dark, under city lights, she looked like someone else entirely. Someone younger. Someone with options.
Nick slid into the driver side, “You’re an amazing woman, where did you learn to dance like that.”
“Studebakers, in Tampa, I used to go there all the time with my girls,” Martha said.
“Oh wow, you’re from Florida, Hailey said you just moved here?”  Nick asked.
Martha looked over at the man, he was early 30s, and looked like he could be anyone. She didn’t find herself particularly attracted to him, but he wasn’t repulsive either.  She felt a stirring, feelings that she thought were long dead.  
She leaned in, just a bit. Nick took the hint and met her halfway. There was a pause, like time holding its breath, and then her lips met his. A spark caught. She grabbed him, pulling him closer, tasting the thrill of something she hadn’t felt in decades.
Images flashed behind her eyes, boys with feathered hair in the backs of long, boxy cars. Her first time with Hector. All of it layered like old cassette tapes playing at once. Then a pang of guilt.
Hector.
Thirty-eight years. Faithful. Solid. Real love. And now this?
She pulled back, just a breath away from him. Her chest rose and fell as memories warred with desire.
But the lid was already off the box.
“Do you want to go back to your place?” she asked, her voice low and even.
“Oh yeah,” Nick said.  

***

Daniella was no longer aware of time, she’d must have surrendered that ability when she surrendered to her diaper.  They could have all been cuddled on the floor for hours or minutes. Charlie Brown snapped out of it first and stood up.  “I think I’d best be going,” he said and stepped over bodies on his way to the bathroom.  Daniella could register the sadness in his tone and understood that his lease on baby life was up.  He had to go back to his adult existence.  
A few minutes later Jack and Jill were up off the floor on the couch holding hands.  Pumpkin let go of Daniella and joined them.  Charlie came out a few minutes later back in his hum drum Jeans and Illini football hoodie.  “Well it was fun watching the game with you guys,” he said with a laugh.  The others chuckled knowing that Charlie had to lie to his family to enjoy his baby life.  “Thanks for the party, and Daniella it was a blast to meet you.”  
Daniella pulled herself off the floor and Charlie hugged everyone before leaving.  There was an awkward moment after he left, unspoken communication passed between Jack, Jill and Pumpkin.  The young couple walked down the hall and into Pumpkin’s pink nursery and shut the door behind them.  
Pumpkin hugged Daniella again then looked her in the face.  When she saw the rotund woman’s  eyes Daniella’s softened brain finally figured out what was going on.  Pumpkin’s voice was soft, almost apologetic. “We’re going to go play in the nursery. You can come if you want… or stay out here.”
Daniella looked at her, blinking slowly, her head still thick with the syrupy fog of littlespace. Her diaper was warm, and she could feel it clinging softly to her skin under the skirt. Her body buzzed, not just from arousal, but from something deeper. Intimacy. Acceptance. Belonging.
A few months ago, this would’ve been unthinkable. Diapers. Nurseries. A whole secret world full of people. And now she was standing at a fork in the road, she wasn’t just checking it out.  She wasn’t just trying to accommodate her new boyfriend.  She was in it.  Her  heart was thudding in her chest, legs trembling ever so slightly.
Pumpkin didn’t push. She simply kissed her on the cheek, gave her one last tight squeeze, and padded barefoot down the hall, her half-unzipped onesie flopping with every step, in such a display of innocent immaturity.
Daniella sat down on the couch, her legs tucked under her, and let the silence return. Her fingers brushed over her skirt, down to the puffy padding underneath. It was soaked, but she didn’t care.
A memory surfaced, Christopher’s kiss. Gentle. Warm. Honest.
Then Logan’s voice echoed in her head: “You don’t have to pretend anymore.”
Logan… This world didn’t operate by the normal rules, Christopher was bi, he had a Daddy and she was in a wet diaper on someone’s couch she barely knew, and really, none of this mattered. She stood up slowly and glanced down the hall then quickly sat back down on the couch.  ‘Daniel wouldn’t go, he’d stay on this couch.  Who am I kidding, Daniel would never leave his basement.’  She thought.  “Daniel is dead,” she said out loud and stood back up.
“Just to see,” she whispered to herself.
She took one step, then another. Her diaper crinkled audibly in the quiet house. Her hand brushed the wall for balance. She reached the nursery door. It wasn’t locked. She placed her hand on the doorknob.
The music had stopped. The game was over and a new one was beginning.  
She opened the door.
Pumpkin sat on the floor, her back against the daybed, wearing nothing but a puffy, glittering wet unicorn diaper. Her sports bra lay discarded nearby, alongside Jack and Jill’s scattered clothes. The two younger diapered Littles were sprawled across the carpet, their heads resting in Pumpkin’s lap, each gently latched onto one of her soft, maternal breasts.
In one hand, Pumpkin held a magic wand, slowly pressing it against the front of Jill’s diaper. The girl squirmed and whimpered, lost in a swirl of pleasure and play.
Pumpkin looked up, beaming, and caught Daniella’s eyes. She lifted her free hand and curled a finger, silently beckoning.
Daniella realized how warm she was, how flushed her skin felt. She tugged off her pink hoodie and let it fall. Then, without thinking, she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled toward Pumpkin, just like a good girl.

Chapter 16

Martha was the first to arrive home, she parked her car and spent a moment looking at herself in the mirror not sure if she recognized the person looking back at her.  Her self reflection was interrupted when Daniella pulled her car in beside her.  Apparently Martha wasn’t the only person to have had a wild Friday night.  They got out of their cars in unison.  Daniella hugged herself in the cool morning air.  Martha’s 80s inspired outfit was crumpled, makeup smeared, and hair messed up.  Daniella wasn’t much better, they looked at each other and shared a moment of awkward understanding, like two teenagers sneaking in past curfew, though neither of them was anywhere close to a teenager.
Daniella gave a weak laugh. “Rough night?”
“You could say that,” Martha replied. Her voice was hoarse, a little hollow.
Together they climbed the porch steps and opened the front door. The house smelled like fresh coffee and banana bread. Emily was in the kitchen, still wearing her nightgown and her hair tied up in a messy bun. She turned as soon as she heard them come in, eyes wide, then narrowed.
“Where the hell have you two been?” Emily said, her voice a strange mix of relief and sharp irritation.
“We’re adults, Em,” Martha tried, her tone playful but strained.
“Yeah well, my phone says it’s 9:30 in the morning and I woke up to two empty bedrooms. Neither of you texted, or answered the texts I sent..” Emily planted her hands on her hips. “You know how hard it is for me to sleep when I don’t know where my family is?”
Daniella flinched, looking down at her feet. “Sorry… my phone was on silent. I was… safe. I promise.”
Emily’s eyes softened a fraction, but her frown remained. “OK, but this isn’t a normal family, we have a lot on the line here. Please don’t scare me like that again.”
Martha stepped forward and gave her a tired hug. “I understand Mom, it won’t happen again,” she said and Emily cracked a smile.  
“Well where have you been all night?”  Emily asked.
“We weren’t together, you know I went dancing and then afterward…” Martha said.
Emily raised a hand to her chest as if to clutch a pearl necklace, “You spent the night with a guy?”
Martha nodded and didn’t seem proud of it.  
“And what did you get up to?” Emily said, turning to look at Daniella.  
“Just a long game night with some new friends,” Daniella said. She wasn’t really lying, just leaving out the part about the diapered orgy that followed the game night.  
They went into the living room to find Jamie laying in a playpen and coloring.  He was easily tall enough to climb out, but rarely did.  “Martha sat down and watched him furiously ignoring the lines of his coloring book, a strand of drool hanging out of his mouth.  “Aunty Martha, look,” he said and pointed at green and purple whale.
“Such a good job Jamie,” Martha said but inside she began to feel queasy.  The same virus that turned a 78 year old man into a baby brained infant was inside her.  Sure he was cute as a button, and getting smaller everyday, but she didn’t buy Emily's  stories.  For all intents and purposes Jim was dead, replaced by Jamie Shepard. 
Daniella sat down next to her with a cup of coffee, there was another glance.  “You did something you’re not proud of didn’t you?” Martha asked.
Daniella nodded.  Last night it all seemed so harmless and innocent, but now she couldn’t help but feel tainted.  
Martha let out a humorless laugh and sank deeper into the couch. “Funny. I thought a little fun might make me feel younger. Instead I just feel… hollow.”
Jamie dropped his crayon and picked up another, oblivious to the storm in the room. He babbled to himself, legs kicking lazily against the mesh wall of the playpen.
Daniella took a careful sip of her coffee, staring at the swirling steam. “Last night was supposed to be just… curiosity. I told myself I was just exploring. Now I can’t stop thinking about how easy it was to give in.”
Martha turned her head, studied Daniella’s face , the new softness of her jawline, the delicate lashes that hadn’t been there even a month ago. A virus did that, Martha thought. A virus that was still working.
“You’re not the only one,” Martha admitted, voice low. “It was like something old and reckless took over. I wanted to remember what it felt like to be young and stupid. And I did. But now I’m terrified it’s not going to stop.”
Daniella’s phone buzzed. They both jumped a little. She flipped it over and read the message, and frowned, her eyes darting left to right.
“Who is it?” Martha asked.
“Just a guy checking to make sure I made it home?”
“Not Christopher?”.
“No, someone else,” Daniella said and sighed.
Martha raised an eyebrow and then her phone buzzed.  She read the message from Nick, hoping she’d made it home OK.”
“Who was that?” Daniella asked.
“Just a guy checking to make sure I made it home,” she said and they both smiled before their thoughts returned inward.
They sat in silence, the only sound Jamie’s happy nonsense in the corner, the rustle of pages and crayons. Finally, Martha reached over and squeezed Daniella’s hand.
“Let’s just promise each other something,” Martha said. “Whatever’s happening to us, bodies, brains, all of it.  We handle it together, and we keep Emily in the loop.  She is kind of like our Mom now.” 
Daniella managed a tiny smile. “Deal.”  
“So was Christopher at your game night?” Martha asked with a grin.
“No, he couldn’t make it,” Daniella said.  She wanted to spill her guts and tell Emily and Martha about all the crazy stuff that had happened, and how bad she felt about it this morning, but how could she even talk about it.  What kind of person would be depraved enough to… Daniella felt her cheeks flush.  “I think I’m going back to bed,” she said and got off the couch.
Daniella returned to her room and read Logan’s text again:
Daddy_Logan: Hey kiddo, just checking in. Heard you spent the evening with Pumpkin. How are you feeling today? Overwhelmed? Curious? Regretful?
You don’t have to answer right now. Just want you to know I’m around if you need to sort out any messy feelings.

This was horrible, how did he already know?  Who ratted her out.  She knew she should just delete it, her finger hoovered over the delete button for several moments before diverting to reply. 
Curious_Bri: Honestly, hate to disappoint you, but I feel bad about it.  I don’t think ABDL is for me.  I think I’m hitting the brakes on this stuff.  

A reply came almost immediately.

Daddy_Logan: My sweet girl, it’s never disappointing to hear how you truly feel. Littlespace can stir up big, complicated emotions. That’s actually healthy, it means you let yourself be vulnerable.
If you felt wrong after, it’s probably because you haven’t learned how to give yourself permission yet. That’s okay. It takes time.
I won’t push. Just know I’m here  and I understand better than most. Whenever you’re ready to talk (or just to be quiet together), my door is open. You’re safe with me.

Daniella tossed her phone on the bed.  Permission?  The word stuck in her head and the image of Logan’s toned body standing over her, giving her permission.  “I used to be so normal,” she said as she looked at her pretty face in the mirror.  
 

[Hawkx1]

I’m curious will Daniella‘s virus eventually get rid of what’s between her legs or will she need surgery to take care of that 

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

19 hours ago, Hawkx1 said:

I’m curious will Daniella‘s virus eventually get rid of what’s between her legs or will she need surgery to take care of that 

So I actually did some reading on that.  With today's medical technology Hormones can basically make things grow, and shrink, but it's never going to go away.  Please correct me if I'm wrong, but what I remember reading said that even if you could change someone's genetics their body isn't going absorb a penis and form a vagina.  In the "Culture" Sci-fi books a far advanced version of humanity can change sex at will over the course of weeks, but those people have extensive genetic and nano-technology.  So I'm figuring the virus can make a body do things that would otherwise be impossible.