The Other End of the Rainbow – Chapter 6

Like the field, and the sky, and everything else she’d seen so far, the forest didn’t look quite the way it should to Lucy, although that didn’t stop her from approaching. She didn’t have much of a choice, to be honest… The wall of corn seemed to stretch out forever on either side from where she’d escaped, and she suspected if she tried to go around, it would just keep growing. It didn’t make sense, but neither did anything else.

Like the cornstalks, the trees had grown larger, more plentiful, and closer together, though they hadn’t woven together into a maze… It was more like a fairytale forest, deep and dark, rather than the nice, peaceful, sunny place she was used to going to be alone every now and then.

As she cautiously stepped inside, she could hear the sound of animals calling and cooing further in, the rustling of feet. She froze for just a moment, listening, before pressing on; by the time she heard an ominous growl and turned back, the path she’d come in on had wooded over, leaving her facing a solid wall of trees with no obvious way out, just like the corn maze.

She might have suspected this whole thing was a long, crazy dream, except her knees, as well as being muddy, were also slightly sore from crawling through the field for so long, and she could definitely feel the mud that had filled her diaper, sloshing and squishing around in there. She hadn’t seen anyone other than the doll, so she almost considered taking the diaper off, at least emptying it out, but she had a feeling there had to be other things, or people, around, and, with as dirty as her hands were, she wasn’t sure she would be able to get the tapes to stick again if she removed them. She could have just worn her shorts without the diaper, or anything else, beneath it, though that didn’t really seem like a much better option.

She was glad to see that the geography of the forest hadn’t changed entirely as she came across the little bridge over the stream that ran through the forest, which she liked to sit on sometimes, staring down at the trickle of water running under her; if she was really daring, she might take off her shoes and dip them into it, although there was usually only enough liquid to do that after a really heavy rain.

But, even while the basics stayed the same, the rest was far different. Nobody would dare call the water running under the bridge a ‘stream’ anymore; this was a full-fledged river, deeper, wider, and faster than it had ever been, or could ever be, even after the longest and hardest of rainstorms. The bridge had gone the opposite direction, changing from a solid slab of wood to a rickety rope bridge, right out of an old adventure movie.

And there, at the start of the bridge, stood a giant robot, wielding a wicked looked axe, its one long, red eye scanning the forest for something, possibly intruders like her. She slipped behind a tree, heart pounding, trying to decide what she should do. The axe was probably about the same size as her, the robot holding it at least twice as big…. She wasn’t getting around them easily. Normally, the bridge was there mostly for kids, and convenience, since teenagers and most people older – other than, potentially, Kari, whose legs might not be long enough – could hop over the banks of the stream at some of its narrower spots, or just climb down into it and back up.

Lucy had a feeling the river was too wide to get across that way anywhere, and she didn’t want to risk falling in. Her legs were fairly long, but still almost definitely too short to stretch from shore to shore, and her jumping prowess would be heavily hindered by the bulky diaper. It was possible there was another bridge somewhere in this version of her woods… It didn’t seem like a good idea to venture into parts of the forest she wasn’t as familiar with, however. As long as she stayed on the trail, she felt slightly safe; even in the real world, she didn’t like going off it too far.

No, she was going to have to go through the robot. She peered around her tree momentarily, gulping at the sight of the monstrosity. It was huge, leaving deep footprints in the mud and shaking the ground as it paced, made of what looked like shiny silver. She tried to tell herself that the whole thing couldn’t be silver, that it was probably just plated in it, then reminded herself that wherever she was, however she’d gotten here, this world didn’t seem to follow normal rules.

It didn’t really matter, anyway… No matter what material it was made out of, the robot was intimidating. If she could just get past it to the bridge, she’d be fine, since there was no way the robot could step onto that without snapping it. Then again, the robot might not care about that… Maybe it would cut the bridge down with its axe, or allow itself to plunge into the water, or jump – or maybe fly, it could have a rocket pack or something – to the other side and beat her there.

She had to deal with the robot in one way or another. She had no form of weapon, certainly nothing that could stand against that axe, and even if she did, she doubted she could beat it in hand to hand combat. It was hard to judge how strong the robot was, since it didn’t have, or need muscles. The metal – whatever it was – that made up its arms was smooth and gleaming, but also looked sturdy, the gears that powered its joints moving easily. Maybe she could jam those somehow, keep it from being able to move, though she’d have extremely close to be able to pull that off, well within range of the axe.

Having a weapon of any kind would have made her feel just a little better. Not that she knew how to use any weapon proficiently, but having something to hold onto might have given her a touch more confidence, less of a fear that she was about to die here. Even with the rainbow blazing bright overhead, reminding her of her mission, she wasn’t so sure that it was worth all this, not anymore… She’d gotten through the maze, and the doll; that might be as far as she could make it, unfortunately.

The trees behind her were still a solid wall, however, without nearly enough space between any of them that she could see to slip past – even if she could get through the first layer, she had been walking a while, and she didn’t want to get partway back and realize she couldn’t squeeze any further than that, or, even worse, that the path behind her had closed up as well, trapping her there, among the trees.

She was trying her hardest not to panic, knowing that was only going to make things worse, but it was hard to do when the forest floor was shaking every few seconds with another heavy footstep, reminding her why she was so desperate to find another way through, or back out of, the woods.

As she stared back at the way she’d came, still trying to decide if it was worth heading back or not, she heard a loud thunk right behind her, making her jump nearly out of her skin, spinning just in time to see the tree she’d been hiding behind sway and fall to the side, revealing the massive robot standing behind it, axe in hand, eye glowing bright red. She felt her bladder let go at the sight, her eyes bulging as she scrambled backwards, not having far to go before hitting the wall of trees.

“What are you doing here?” the robot demanded in a flat, unsurprisingly robotic, voice.

“N-Nothing!” Lucy insisted, shaking her head. “I-I… got lost, and then I couldn’t get back through the forest!”

“I understand.” It sounded menacing, just because of the volume, and the thing saying it; Lucy couldn’t tell if it was meant to be taken that way or not.

“I-I don’t mean you any harm,” Lucy gave a tiny smile.

“Ha ha ha,” the robot replied, saying the words rather than making any approximation of laughter. “I was not afraid, little one, but thank you.”

Lucy stared up at the robot, still trying to suss out the correct way to interpret its words. It had lowered its axe, plunging its head into the ground, causing a small ditch to form underneath, seemingly not ready to attack, though she didn’t know how quickly the robot could move when it needed to.

“My home is back through there,” Lucy said, pointing in the direction that she hoped the house still was, even in whatever warped version of reality she was in now. “But I can’t get through these trees on my own. I-I don’t suppose… I mean, you have that big axe, and trees are obviously no match for you…” She glanced down at the one she’d been using as a hiding spot until moments before, gulping at the sight of the cut, one solid, smooth stroke. If the robot wanted, it could cut her in half even easier than that…

“I would love to help,” the robot told her, taking just enough of a pause to get her hopes up before continuing with, “however, I cannot.”

“B-But… Why not?” Lucy asked.

“There are two reasons. One: I must guard the bridge. That is my duty. Two: I do not have the energy to chop down all of those trees.”

“Oh,” Lucy frowned. “If you could just get me back to my house, I could bring you some… batteries or something,” she shrugged, not sure they have anything big enough to power something of the robot’s size, not even if she stole the battery from the car. Once she was home, though, hopefully she wouldn’t really have to worry about it.

“Ha ha ha,” the robot said blandly again. “You are adorable. My wife would love you.”

“Wife?” The idea of this machine being married had never even crossed Lucy’s mind.

“Yes, my wife. We were designed as a pair. When we are together, we provide power to each other. She has been gone for a long time, however.” The voice hadn’t changed, yet Lucy could have sworn the robot sounded sad there; its single, unblinking eye almost looked mournful, somehow.

“Maybe you should go look for her,” Lucy suggested. “I-I could help.” She didn’t really want this to take any longer than it had to – Mommy might already be home, for all she knew – but she hated for him to be all alone, when he clearly didn’t want to be.

“I must guard the bridge,” the robot reminded her.

“Oh, yeah,” Lucy nodded. “Well… How about I do that?”

“Ha ha ha,” the robot repeated. “That is kind, little one, but you are not intimidating.”

Looking down at herself, in her brightly colored, if muddy, clothes, her diaper quite obvious beneath her shorts, she had to agree. It really didn’t seem like there was anything for her to do to help him, though, as far as she could tell, he did seem willing to aid her, if he could. She was tempted to ask if she could cross him bridge, but guarding it was his main objective, and telling him that’s what she wanted to do seemed like a quick way to turn him against her.

“How about if I just watch it while you make me a path?” she suggested. “I’ll keep an eye on it, and yell if anything gets close, then you can come and defend the bridge… Then, I can go look for your wife and send her back here, then go home.”

“I do not have the energy,” the robot reminded her, the light of its eye seeming to dim slightly. “Unless…”

“Unless?” Lucy squirmed, feeling like she was getting scanned by the robot’s eye as it stared down at her. Could it see through her, discover her real plan? While she’d heard plenty of odd animal noises in the woods, she hadn’t actually seen anything, so she was sure the bridge would be just fine… She was going to let it get to work, then slip to the clearing, find the end of the rainbow, then hopefully get back before the robot was finished. After all, it had a long way to go, and, for all she knew, the trees would just grow back as the robot chopped them. She felt a little bad, possibly stranding it there like that, knowing it was running low on energy, but hopefully its wife would come looking eventually, and then they’d be fine… Besides, the robot belonged here; Lucy did not. She just wanted to get home, and moving forward seemed to be the best way to accomplish that.

“Our power supply was based on human.” The robot stopped speaking for a moment, to the confusion of Lucy – it sounded like it had completed the sentence, although that didn’t make sense. “I can not recall the word,” the robot finally continued, making the girl realize it had been struggling to think of that. “Perhaps you can help.”

“P-Perhaps…” Lucy said nervously. She wasn’t sure she liked this… The robot hadn’t had any trouble speaking until now, the fact that the one word it couldn’t remember was the thing it needed from her made her suspicious.

“You are a human, are you not?” the robot tilted its head, just slightly.

“I am,” Lucy admitted reluctantly. “But…”

“You do want a path, do you not?” Lucy nodded. “I only need to borrow some,” the robot told her. “As long as you bring back my wife, I can replace it.”

Lucy stared up at the thing, hoping it wasn’t equipped to decipher expressions, because hers surely revealed how little she wanted to do this. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to help the robot – she hoped it did find its wife – she just didn’t want to spend any more time here than she had to.

On the other hand, she still had no idea what the robot was going to take. Maybe it wasn’t even anything important… Maybe she’d be fine without it. “Are you sure you can’t remember what it’s called?”

“I cannot,” the robot said, almost instantly. “I only need a little. I can start with your feet.”

“What about my feet?” Before the robot could answer, or she could change her mind, the huge, cold, metal hand stretched out, pressing gently against her. Lucy braced herself, unsure what to expect; after a long moment, the robot stepped back, nodded.

“Please go guard the bridge,” the robot said, turning and lifting its axe, facing the wall of trees. Lucy hesitated, staring down at herself, trying to work out what had changed, what the robot had taken. She felt the same, totally normal… Finally, she shrugged and headed towards the bridge.

She made it a single step before landing on her face among the leaves. She gasped, catching her breath before trying to scramble back to her feet, but they refused to hold any weight. They were completely numb, unresponsive, all feeling apparently drained out of them. She stared at the robot, slicing through the trees with its axe, contemplating telling it that she’d changed her mind about their deal.

However, she was now even more powerless before the hulking mass of metal, and if it decided it didn’t want to return what it had taken, there was no way for her to make it. She sighed and made her way to the bridge, reduced once more to crawling on her hands and knees, staring across to the other side. It should have been so simple to run across, find the rainbow, get back… But there was no way she could make it like this, with no feeling in her feet so that she couldn’t stand, much less walk. She was just going to have to hope the robot, unlike the last ‘person’ she’d met here, really was trying to help her…

 

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So Cute

“Isn’t she just the cutest?” Melanie gushed, grabbing her stepsister, Alice, and pulling her closer, as the younger girl squirmed and blushed. “Such a cute little baby!”

“I am not a baby!” Alice whined, doing her best to pull free, knowing exactly what was about to happen. She’d hoped to avoid this, to sneak off to her room before Melanie and her friends saw her, but she’d been too slow, obviously. Even her protest was just playing into her sister’s hand… Though, what else could she do, or say?

“Aren’t you?” Melanie smirked, right on cue, yanking up the hem of Alice’s nightshirt. For a moment, Alice thought her gambit had paid off, and she’d foiled Melanie; instead, it just took the girl an extra second to see the shorts Alice had put on under her oversized shirt before she pulled them down as well.

That part, unfortunately, Alice couldn’t do anything about. If only her stepmother would let her put her own nighttime diaper on, or at least let her do it in her room… Still, Alice knew that was her fault. It wasn’t until she and her father had moved into this new house that her little problem had started, and she’d been, of course, embarrassed about it, trying to hide it, then getting mad when her new stepmom had suggested this as a solution. When the diapering had been up to her, she’d often ‘forget’ to do it, then have to explain why her sheets were wet anyway, until, finally, her stepmother decided to take matters into her own hands, and keep the diapers herself so she’d know Alice was in them – since she put the girl in them – and that Alice wouldn’t try to hide a used one to pretend she hadn’t had an accident the night before – which had happened.

“Melanie!” Alice stomped her foot, tears stinging her eyes before she could stop them. Maybe she should be used to it by now – Melanie did love showing her off like this, whenever she had friends over at the right time – but that didn’t make it any less humiliating.

“Aww, it’s okay, we’ve all seen little babies in their diapers,” Melanie teased her. “Though maybe not any as old as you. Now, run along!” She tugged Alice’s shorts down her legs, slipping them off her feet and keeping them before sending her to her room with a pat on the crinkly bottom.

Alice stormed away, angry and mortified. It wasn’t fair! Just because Melanie was bigger and older, she could do whatever she wanted to her! Alice was even starting to suspect that it was Melanie’s fault that she’d started wetting the bed in the first place… Alice didn’t have many friends over, especially around her bedtime, when she might get called away to be ‘gotten ready’ whenever happened to be convenient for her stepmother, but a few days ago, she had, and had been playing some of her favorite music, something Melanie had given her right after she’d moved in.

“Do you hear that?” her friend had asked. Alice hadn’t; she was too caught up in the music. “It sounds like… voices, maybe, but really quiet…”

Alice hadn’t thought anything about it at first, but the longer she thought about it, the more it worried her. This problem had developed not long after she’d first started listening, and ever since she’d first heard the music, it was all she wanted to hear…

She wasn’t sure how to test her suspicions at first, but eventually she thought about slowing the music file down, so it wouldn’t sound quite the same. She slipped into her desk chair, blushing as she felt the plastic cover of her diaper slide across the surface, rustling all the way, and pulled up the first track in an audio editing program she’d found, carefully adjusting the speed, then starting to play it, her eyes widening as she finally consciously heard exactly what it had been saying all this time.

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“I’ve gotta head home soon,” Melanie told Ava, glancing at the time on her cell as she sat on her friend’s bed. “My parents have a date night, so I’m babysitting my little sister.”

“Isn’t she a bit old for a sitter?” Ava asked.

Melanie chuckled. “She should be, but you’ve seen her, haven’t you? She still wets the bed!” She realized it might seem a little cruel to laugh at that, so she decided to clarify, “Not that I mind… I’ve always wanted a little sister, and she’s great and all, but she’s older than I would have liked, so this just makes it like she’s a bit younger, at least at night…”

“I suppose,” Ava frowned. “Are you sure she’s all right? It just seems strange that she’d suddenly start that at her age…”

“It’s just the stress of moving into a new house,” Melanie brushed it off. “She’s perfectly fine, other than having to wear diapers.” She couldn’t help giggling again.

“If you say so,” Ava shrugged. “You are right, though… She does look cute.”

Melanie’s eyes lit up at that last word. “Speaking of cute,” she blurted out, almost tripping over the words, “have you seen my new panties?!” Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed her skirt, lifting it up to show them off. She couldn’t remember when she’d gotten them, or what exactly made them so cute that she had to show them off whenever she could… She just knew she had to.

Ava looked stunned. “M-Mel?” she cocked her head to the side, confused. “Aren’t those… diapers?”

Melanie felt a brief moment of clarity; she was kneeling on her friend’s bed, eagerly showing off what was, indeed, a big, thick, padded diaper. For that split second, she thought back to her underwear drawer that moment, pulling it open to see lines of these there, rather than her regular panties, and how happily, and obliviously, she’d taped herself into this one… Her heart began to beat faster as she felt a warmth spreading throughout the diaper, one she didn’t recognize until partway through was coming from her, that she was peeing herself, and by then it was too late…

And, as quickly as it had come upon her, it passed. She dropped her skirt with a giggle and exclaimed, “Well, gotta go!” She hopped off the bed, heading out to her car, where she connected her phone to her stereo and began to listen to the new song Alice had given to her the other day. She’d been skeptical at first, sure the girl was too young to know anything about good music, but she had to admit, it was great… In fact, she couldn’t get enough of it…

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Green

Brynn didn’t ask any questions; it was part of what made her such a good thief. As long as the payment cleared, she’d take whatever the message she received asked her to. A lot of her clients tried to give her backstory as to why they wanted the target, how it really belonged to them anyway, so it wasn’t even really stealing… She didn’t care about any of that.

It was almost refreshing to receive an order that didn’t include any of that, just a pair of addresses – where to do the job, and where to drop the goods off afterwards – a picture of the object she was meant to take, and a time and date. There was something about the day – March the seventeenth – that seemed familiar to her, but it didn’t bother her enough to figure out what was special about it, or why she should care. Even if she had, she probably wouldn’t have done anything different…

In reality, her outfit was probably a little impractical, and not the best thing to wear on jobs, but that was part of its appeal to her… The cops didn’t have a chance of catching her, so why not have some fun with it? She’d started out with a more traditional catsuit, then, as her skills had improved, evolved it, letting herself show more skin and adding some actual ears to it, even making sure to wear some nice, red lipstick. It was way more amusing to see pictures of herself from security cameras on the news in her new costume, and that’s what was important to her.

When the day came, Brynn was ready to go, hoping that the professional tone of the message meant this would be a nice challenge. Instead, it was just a house… Nice, though not that large, not even big enough that she was certain it had a security system. It almost felt like a waste to have gotten into her full get-up for this… But she’d already gotten paid, and quite well, so she was going to do it anyway, of course.

Slipping in through the window was simple enough, and, while it wasn’t always a good idea, she had a feeling that, this time around, she’d be fine; sure enough, there were no alerts sounding through the house, and she saw no indication that she’d tripped any sensors that could have sent out a silent alarm. She looked around, getting a bearing on where she was, then started her search.

It wasn’t difficult at all… As far as she could tell, nobody else was in the house, and she didn’t even hear the scurrying of pets’ feet. She was, she was pretty sure, completely alone. There weren’t all that many rooms in the house, so it was only a matter of time before she found what she’d been sent for, sitting under a glass dome on a plain looking shelf.

In person, it seemed much smaller and less impressive than the photo had made it appear. The picture made it look like some ancient piece of art… Now, it was more like something a kid had made in their first pottery class, and was only on display because their parents wanted to make them feel special. The only thing that stood out about it was the four leaf clovers circling the outside. They looked real, and surprisingly fresh despite their circumstances.

For a moment, Brynn had her doubts; why would somebody have paid her that much for this thing, and from here? Anybody could have waltzed up and taken it, professional thief or not. Was this a set up?

Even if it was, though, she didn’t mind too much. The cops had tried that before, and she’d gotten out of it every time. This seemed pretty low-key for them, although that might have been to throw her off their scent… Either way, if that was the case, it would just make this, so far rather dull, job a little more interesting.

She carefully lifted the glass dome surrounding the bowl, examining the area beneath it for pressure points, or anything that might have set off an alarm, then picked up the bowl itself. Up close, it looked a little better, though her eyes were still drawn mainly to the clovers. Were they real? It was hard to tell for sure without touching them…

Maybe she should have waited, at least until she got out of here and to the drop-off point, but she couldn’t help it. And why should she? There was no indication that anyone knew she was here, no security cameras that she’d seen, nothing to indicate that she couldn’t just take her time. Carefully, she slipped off one of her gloves, reaching out to run her finger across a couple of them, still unsure what the answer was when she heard the voice behind her.

Extra Credit

“Are you sure that’s my final grade?” Kim asked, staring up at her professor, trying to strike the perfect balance between innocent and seductive, unsure which approach would appeal to him more. “Isn’t there anything I can do for some extra credit? I really need to pass this class, or I won’t graduate on time!”

The professor looked skeptical at first, then, after a long, tense moment, his expression softened. “There is one thing I could use a little help with,” he admitted. “I’ve been trying to find the right person, but nobody seems right for it…”

“I can handle it!” Kim exclaimed. “I mean… I’m sure I can… Whatever it is…”

He never did explain it fully, not even as he injected her. “Don’t worry, it’s harmless,” he told her. “Just let me know if you notice anything… strange.”

It certainly worried her, not knowing what, if anything, to expect. At first, she almost wished he’d asked for something more salacious, just because then she would have known what she was getting into, and it would have been over quickly. As the days wore on, however, and there was nothing to report, she realized she had gotten off easy… Maybe the professor had known it wouldn’t do anything, and had been taking mercy on her, pretending that she was helping him with some secret project. Or maybe he got off on injecting weird liquids into his students.

She finished up the rest of her classes for the semester, then headed home for the break, nearly forgetting about the bargain she’d had to make to ensure she passed everything. There was only one more semester to go, and she’d be done, ready to head out into the real world, get a job, live on her own… All the things she’d been wanting to do all of her life, that her entire school life had been leading up to.

Only, now, knowing that was only months away, the thought of all that suddenly started feeling less exciting and more… scary. Was it just the fact that it felt real now, since the classes she’d signed up for, the last ones required for her degree, all sounded relatively easy, and she had no doubt she’d be able to pass them with flying colors? Total independence as a distant concept was great; having it staring her in the face, it suddenly wasn’t quite as appealing.

It didn’t help that there was nobody she felt she could talk to about it. She was so afraid her friends and family would think it was silly to worry about that – after all, she knew, without a doubt, that she was an adult now, and this was all stuff that adults had to do. Her parents, especially, were always talking about how proud they were of her for sticking with it this long, and being so close to seeing it through.

“Are you biting your nails again?” her mother asked one night, as Kim sat at the dinner table, swinging her legs back and forth nervously.

“No!” Kim answered automatically, sliding her hands into her lap. Thankfully, her mom left it at that and changed the subject; Kim forgot all about it by the end of the meal, but, sure enough, later that night, she caught herself nibbling on her thumbnail as she played on her phone.

“It’s only nerves,” she told herself as she crawled under her covers, surprised at just how early she had been getting sleepy lately. That was probably a result of the same thing, she reasoned. Once school started, she’d have all that to take her mind off this, and then things would go back to normal.

A Fresh Start

“This is so nice of you!” Peaches gushed, setting her things down at the foot of her new bed. “I promise, I’ll get a job as soon as I can so I can pay you back! I have an interview already, and…”

“Whenever you can,” Josie chuckled. “Don’t worry yourself too much over it.”

“I won’t!” Peaches promised. “B-But, I’m not going to take too long, either… I’ll take just the right amount of time!”

“I’m sure you will,” Josie nodded with bemusement.

Peaches was still flustered, though it wasn’t hard to see why… This was exactly what she had needed, had been trying to find for so long, to no avail – a fresh start. Back where she’d come from, she’d been working a dead-end job, making just enough to pay her rent, with no time to look for anything better. Thankfully, she’d just happened to run into Josie online and vented about her situation… To her surprise, the woman, practically a stranger, had offered to help.

Now, she was in a much bigger city, with better opportunities, and Josie was letting her stay in her spare room for free, at least until she got on her feet. She never used it, she’d explained during one of their conversations, so if it could help somebody, she was glad to make it available.

And, in all honesty, the room was nicer than the bedroom in the apartment Peach had been renting! Sure, she had to share a bathroom, and a kitchen, and everything else, but she could live with that… She was happy to just have a nice, big bed to retreat to at the end of the day. She flopped down on it now, her mind still trying to process her sudden burst of good luck, after what felt like years of bad.

Without realizing it, despite her excitement, it still being daytime, and the fact that she was in a strange place – something that usually bothered her – she fell fast asleep, helped along by the long drive she’d made to get there. It was deep and peaceful, and she might have slept straight through the night if it hadn’t been for Josie flipping on the lights.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” she apologized, watching the girl sit up, blinking and confused. “I didn’t realize you were sleeping, I thought maybe you’d gone out for a bit! I was just… What is that?”

Peaches still wasn’t fully awake, so she had no idea what the other woman was even asking about, much less what the answer could be. She shrugged and yawned, starting to roll over, only for Josie to grab her arm, yanking her to her feet and bending over the bed, gingerly poking at what Peaches suddenly saw as well. Peaches stomach turned at the sight, praying that it wasn’t what it looked like, even as she wiggled her bottom and felt a cool dampness spread throughout her panties.

“I… Umm…” Peaches blushed, trying to hide her face behind her hand as Josie, quite obviously, had her suspicions confirmed, staring back at her in disbelief. “Umm…”