It had been child’s play… Mia almost felt like she was cheating.
And, in a way, she was… She’d seen the woman’s fiance and decided that she wanted him, that she’d do whatever it took to get him. He’d been a good boy, resisting her advances, but only after she’d invited herself into his place. He’d even told her that he was engaged, and showed her a picture… She’d pretended to back down, gushing over how adorable the other woman – Anastasia – was. She borrowed his phone, saying her own had run out of battery, and she was tipsy enough to need to call for a ride home, and found Ana’s number.
Adorable, Mia had decided, was the perfect word for the girl. She looked so young, so innocent, so immature… She definitely wasn’t what he needed. She sent Ana a text from her own phone, attaching a file that she claimed had a picture she’d find quite interesting, claiming that he’d had to get a new phone.
If she questioned it, or didn’t open the file, then it was over… It was a test, in a way, to see if maybe Mia had been wrong about the girl, that she really was fit to marry the man she’d somehow managed to catch the attention of.
She’d bought the lie hook, line, and sinker. Judging by how quickly she’d replied, she didn’t even think twice about it… Clearly, it was a good thing Mia had stepped in… It was for everyone’s own good.
“Do you really think I’d look good in them?” Anastasia texted back.
“Of course!” Mia had replied. “They’re the newest trend in lingerie.”
The file hadn’t just been a picture of sexy, yet cute, underwear, however, even if that was how Ana had seen it – it was a hypnotic video, one designed to make sure she didn’t question why her fiance was texting her from two different numbers, or why that underwear her fiance was so eager to see her in had been in such an odd aisle, or came in such strange packaging… Fashion was a strange thing, after all.
If the strange looks the cashier gave her when purchasing them made her worry, it was only because she thought the other woman didn’t think she was mature enough to pull the look off, which made her even more determined to do so. By that time, they’d been on her mind so much – helped along by her compulsion to stare at that “image” she’d been sent as often as possible – that she could hardly wait to get home to try them on, sure that they were going to make her look so hot…
And, in her mind, they did… It was difficult to figure out how to put them on at first, though she managed. Her heart was beating, a heat rising between her legs, even before she looked at herself in the mirror, and the sight of what she saw as skimpy lingerie, the kind she’d never dared to try on before, sure her body wasn’t right for it, made her immediately begin to rub the front, not caring about the strange crinkling noises that made, only how wonderful it made her feel.
Mia had burst out laughing when the girl sent her a selfie, hardly able to believe how well, and how quickly, it had worked. She sent the girl a new girl, partially to instruct her to text her fiance’s real number and tell him that there was a surprise waiting for him that night.
Another rest of the file got her even more attached to her new underwear, to the point where she wanted to wear it all the time, never take it off… For anything. Of course, she felt anxious that first time she went into the bathroom, needing to pee, yet not wanting to take off her lingerie… To her surprise, despite how sheer and skimpy it was, after her bladder had given up, her underwear still looked good as new. No… It actually looked even better, somehow.
She was confused, certainly, when her fiance got home that day and looked confused and worried when she’d proudly done a striptease for him, asking why she was wearing them. “Because I love them!” she’d pouted. “I need them!”
It definitely looked that way to him, seeing as they were soaked, nearly leaking. He tried to get her to take them off, at least to change, but that sent her into a temper tantrum that he had no idea how to handle… At least, until he remembered that woman he’d met at the bar, who had told him she was a psychologist… He wasn’t sure why he was thinking of her, but for some reason, he thought she might have some insight into this strangeness.
As soon as Mia walked in, Anastasia was enthralled, just as she’d been instructed. Even though she felt very grown-up in her new underwear, Mia was clearly way more of an adult than her, someone she should listen to and look up to, and obey no matter what. Mia spoke to her sternly, and she ran off to clean herself up and change, too scared to disobey.
Mia had shrugged, telling the girl’s fiance that he just had to be firm. That didn’t work for him, however… As the days went on, and Ana kept wearing diapers, and refusing to use the toilet, no matter what he did, she wouldn’t stop, or change herself, unless he called Mia over to make her.
It was Ana who finally suggested it… She’d stopped sleeping in the same bed as her fiance, no longer able to see why she would want to… He took up too much of the bed, and that feeling she could barely remember he’d used to give her was now provided by her underwear. One night, after Mia had been called in, she’d said, “Why don’t you just stay here?”
“Don’t be silly,” Mia had smiled at her. “Where would I stay? You’re in the guest room…”
“Just sleep in Daddy’s bed,” she said – she didn’t even seem to notice she was calling her fiance that now, more often than not – “I’m sure he won’t mind!”
The man had looked a little sheepish at that. “I-I could sleep on the couch if you want,” he offered. “It would make sense, though, for you to stay here… You’re the only one she’ll listen to…”
“You are just going to be the most beautiful bride ever!” Mia gushed as she watched Anastasia march out of the fitting room in what was clearly – to everyone except the girl wearing it – a flower girl’s dress.
“Thank you!” Ana grinned. “I can’t believe it’s finally happening!”
“Now, you remember the most important part of a bride’s job, right?” Mia asked. The girl nodded, but Mia gestured anyway. “Show me, sweetie!”
“If I see anything on the ground, I pick it up!” Ana exclaimed, bending over at the waist, flashing her diaper quite obviously, not thinking twice as Mia, smiling, lifted her skirt even more.
“I think you might need a change,” Mia told her. “Are you ready?”
“No!” Ana shook her head. “I want to practice more! I gotta get it right!”
“Good girl,” Mia smiled. “And what else do you have to do?”
“I throw the flower petals!” Anastasia said, bouncing in excitement, seemingly seeing no conflict between those two things.
“Good girl!” Mia beamed. It would be adorable, watching Ana with her basket of flower petals, tossing them up in the air before bending down to pick them up… Mia would make sure to feed the girl plenty of fiber that day, too, just to give the marriage guests even more to gawk at.
That ought to keep the girl busy while Mia, the actual bride, married her husband. It was possible that the sight of Mia, in a wedding dress, kissing the girl’s former fiance at the altar would snap her out of it, at last… But by then, what could she do? She’d still be there, at what should have been her wedding, the flower girl in the messy diaper, who had brought all of this about by inviting, even encouraging, Mia to stay with them, and spending her nights masturbating in her diapers, totally oblivious to the sounds of her fiance and Mia in the other room.
Either way, Anastasia was her’s. Even if she broke the hypnosis, she was still surely incontinent by now, and, at the slightest hypnotic urge from Mia, had given up her job and her savings account to spend more time at home lounging around in her “sexy underwear”, and begged Mia to adopt her. It had felt a bit silly, watching the girl whine and plead about it, but Mia had made sure Ana would make a scene about it, so that the fiance wouldn’t think it was Mia’s idea.
Mia wasn’t sure which she’d prefer – an oblivious, brainless girl, thinking she was married to Mia’s husband, with no concept of what that meant; or an angry, but ultimately helpless, woman, totally dependent on the woman who had stolen her fiance, though seemingly only at Ana’s own insistence. It didn’t really matter either way… She’d take what she would get, and either way, she knew the girl would be utterly adorable. It was what she was best at, after all.
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