A Little R&R

Summer was meant to be a time to relax, recharge a little, prepare for the next school year… Lolette had never been particularly good at that, even when she’d been a student – and she was a student for a very long time. It turned out, becoming a college professor didn’t help much with that… Certainly, she had more responsibilities during the break now, but even when she wasn’t dealing with those, she couldn’t bring herself to slow down and enjoy her time off.

That was, she supposed, why her husband had decided she needed to lose her responsibilities for a while, learn to put everything into someone else’s hands… That, or he just wanted to see her in a diaper. He’d teased that desire in the past, and she’d never been fully opposed to it; she just hadn’t ever gone any further than a, “Maybe”, when he’d brought it up before.

He started on the weekend, during a two week stretch when she had nothing that really needed to be done, slapping a thick, pink, crinkly diaper down on the coffee table in front of her. “Come on,” she’d whined, shivering a bit at the sight of it, far bulkier and more childish than she’d ever imagined, now that she was seeing it in person, rather than on his smartphone screen, as a reality instead of a vague possibility. “You’re not serious, are you?”

But, clearly, he was. He’d already bought the diapers, along with, she soon found out, some clothes, some toddler toys and books, and various other things, like bottles and pacifiers, she might need to get fully into character. For that whole weekend, she was his baby, and, while it took her almost the whole time to get used to the feeling of the diapers, much less the sensation of wetting them, she had to admit it wasn’t too bad.

On Monday, however, he had to go back to work, and she’d assumed she would be able to go back to her adult life then, getting back into her big girl panties and grown-up clothes, and take care of all the little things she’d thought of over the weekend, that she couldn’t even make a note to herself about, since he’d confiscated her laptop, her phone, anything that a toddler wouldn’t be allowed to have.

That morning, before he left, he still put her into a fresh diaper, still dressed her up in an admittedly very adorable pink dress, with tights, and pulled her hair into a pair of ponytails, held in place with ribbons, dolling her up like he had over the weekend. She assumed he was just going to trust her to stay that way, that she’d play along, even without him there to keep an eye on her… She hated to betray that, but there was simply too much to do!

So, when she heard the doorbell, she was quite surprised, and more than a little anxious; they didn’t get many visitors, especially this early in the morning… And, the whole weekend, they hadn’t had any, hadn’t left the house, kept the curtains drawn tight to ensure nobody could possibly see her like this.

“Can you be a big girl and go answer that for me?” he asked, although the twinkle in his eye made it obvious all he’d wanted was to see her eyes widen at the thought, rather than her actually doing it. “No? That’s all right, sweetie, Daddy will handle it.” He kissed her on the forehead, stepping out of the living room and into the hall, returning a few moments later.

“Now, Lolette,” he lectured, “You’re way too small to stay at home by yourself, so I got you a babysitter… I expect you to be a good little girl for her, because she has full permission to punish you, and she’ll be giving me a report on your behavior when I get home…”

“A babysitter!” Lolette squeaked, cheeks turning as pink as her dress at the very thought of someone coming in to look after her, of seeing her in her silly dress, and even more ridiculous diaper… But that blush was nothing compared to the one that stained her cheeks when the actual sitter stepped around the corner and revealed herself.

The Other End of the Rainbow – Chapter 11

It was much harder to follow the rainbow when Lucy was stuck down on the forest floor, on her hands and knees. Fortunately, it seemed like the path was following it, for the most part, though having to stop every now and then – it felt like five or ten minutes, but probably was much less – to glance up at the sky slowed her down almost as much as the massive diaper between her thighs.

Unfortunately, the path was starting to narrow, to grow harder still to find through the leaves. She kept looking around, hoping there was a branch somewhere, but if there was, it was buried, hidden. At last, inevitably, the path ended, fading into nothing; it hadn’t even led her anywhere, other than the middle of the forest, which looked exactly the same as what she’d been crawling through since escaping the robots.

She whimpered, stopping and turning to glance behind herself; did she really want to go ahead with no idea where to go? What was her other option? Go back to the bridge and pray she could get across while dodging both robots? If either one caught her, she was going right into that crib, locked away and trapped as their baby until they ran out of power… Which, since they were together, might be never. And, now that she’d escaped both of them once, they’d be extra careful not to let it happen again…

She stared up at the rainbow with a sigh, setting off further into the woods. She hadn’t run into any monsters, or scary creatures, yet… The robots had been intimidating, but, as long as she stayed away from their bridge, not exactly scary, at least not in a way that made her worry they were going to eat her or anything. She kept hearing noises all around her – that she did her best to convince herself were echoes of her own movement – that could have been that, though surely she was getting close to her destination by now.

In the real world, she’d have been there long ago. Really, she’d have been there before she escaped the corn maze, in terms of time, but it was also nowhere near this far away from the bridge. She had no actual way to know how far away it was, but she trusted it had to be coming up soon. Perhaps it was the canopy of leaves overhead growing thicker, and harder to see through, maybe it was the sky growing dark as night approached, or, possibly, it was because she was further away from it, since she couldn’t stand; whatever it was, the rainbow definitely looked dimmer than it had when she’d started her journey.

What would happen if she didn’t get to its end before it vanished completely? Would she be trapped here, unable to find her way back home? She shivered at the thought, wondering if it might be better to go back to the robots after all… At least with them, she didn’t have to worry about anything else. She knew they’d protect her… Unless they were mad at her for running away, and figured out she wasn’t truly a baby.

She pressed on, although the rainbow kept getting harder and harder to spot. She was confident the trees were blocking it out, that it was still up there, since she could catch a glimpse now and then, but she was hoping now that she was aimed in the right direction, and it wasn’t moving in any crazy direction, because she might never know.

Night was definitely beginning to fall, making it even more difficult to see where she was going, making the shadows of the trees longer, and spookier, all around her. Absolutely anything could be hiding in them, just waiting to strike… And how would she defend herself? Perhaps she’d be able to slap it away; if not, her legs were too weak to kick it, and she certainly couldn’t run. She’d be a goner…

At first, she was sure thinking about that was what was causing that ominous, sick feeling in her stomach, as she forced herself to keep moving. It took her a few more minutes to realize she was smelling something that, at the very least, wasn’t helping… She wrinkled her nose, pausing to sit down, paw at her diaper, terrified the robot had stolen the sensation from more than her bladder, and she’d had an accident. She didn’t feel anything like that from the inside or out, so she was pretty sure she was safe from that – for now, anyway – but the odor remained.

Once she’d had the thought that it might have been a dirty diaper, it was all she could imagine it to be. If it wasn’t her, then it must be droppings from an animal, lurking around. Hopefully they’d happened a while ago, and it had moved on to another hunting spot… She prayed she was only feeling dirt and mud beneath her hands and knees, through the leaves.

As she sat there, ensuring she hadn’t filled her diaper without realizing it, her fears were confirmed, however. She’d been convinced she heard something else for a while now… And, now that she wasn’t moving, wasn’t rustling any leaves on her own, it was clear she was right. She could hear them, still crunching, still being stepped on by… something…

She gulped, blood running cold. She knew, if it caught her, she didn’t have much of a chance, and that she also didn’t have a big chance if she tried to outrun it. Maybe it hadn’t noticed her yet… Maybe, if she sat perfectly still, it would move on, leave her alone, go find some other prey, somewhere else in the forest…

Of course not. At first, it was hard to tell, but it didn’t take long, staying as frozen as possible there, to figure out the noise was getting louder, closer… She didn’t know, exactly where it was coming from, and the waning light made it all the more difficult, her eyes darting all around her, kicking up more of a racket as her hugely-diapered bottom brushed against the leaves while she turned.

“Shit!” she scowled when she finished, realizing, in her panic, she hadn’t kept track of where she’d started, which direction she’d been heading. The trees all looked the same, and, with no other landmarks, there was no way for her to know. Desperately, she scanned the sky, hoping the rainbow would suddenly puncture through the leaves again, but she had no such luck. She was well and truly lost now, and being stalked by some ferocious beast.

She didn’t have time to worry about the former, since the latter was certainly more pressing, considering, if she was eaten, she wouldn’t have any chance of escaping the woods. She’d made enough noise that, even if the monster hunting her hadn’t known exactly where she was, she’d ensured it did now. She lowered herself onto her hands and knees again, scrambling away, but, to her horror, the other rustling seemed to be getting louder, and faster, drawing closer and closer, until she stopped again, bracing herself as she turned to face it, preparing to throw a punch, her only real defense…

“Meow?”

Lucy burst out laughing at herself, sitting on her diaper and shaking her head at the sight of the tiny, fluffy, orange kitten, barely taller than the layer of leaves on the forest floor around it, staring at her inquisitively. “Well, hi there, little one,” she cooed, slowly reaching out her hand, one finger extended, letting it sniff her before petting it, smiling when it arched its back, happily accepting her affection. “What are you doing out here?”

She didn’t really have time to play with a cat, but she also didn’t want to leave it alone out here. It was even more helpless than her, barely looking old enough to be away from its mother. “Hey,” she patted the leaves next to her. “Come on, follow me, cutie.” The kitten mewed at her, though it didn’t come any closer. “Come on,” she told it. “Come with me… I’m sure mom will let you stay with us.”

No matter how hard she tried to entice it to hop over to her, however, it wouldn’t. When she gave up and tried to grab it, instead, it scurried away, and she felt a flutter in her heart, terrified she’d made it run away forever; thankfully, it stopped a few feet away, turning back and looking towards her again, almost like it was inviting her to give chase.

“No, kitty,” Lucy shook her head. “We need to go this way!”

She pointed back the way she’d been going, and the cat went the other way a bit further. “No…” Lucy pouted. She didn’t want to lose the poor little thing… She’d hate to think she’d left it out here to be eaten by whatever else was hiding in the shadows. And, really, it wasn’t like she knew she’d been heading the right direction anyway… Perhaps the kitten knew where the clearing was, and was taking her there.

Part of her knew how ridiculous that was… The rest of her couldn’t resist the tug at her heartstrings when she heard the kitty meow at her, positive now it was beckoning her. “All right,” she said. “I’m coming…”

Whether it was Lucy’s destination or not, the kitten definitely seemed to know where it was going, and it was far easier to follow than the rainbow had been lately. Every now and then, the cat would stop, let Lucy catch up with her and pet her for a minute or two, purring away. It melted Lucy’s heart, and made her feel safe and content, too, until it ducked away and started scampering towards wherever it was going.

As soon as she wasn’t feeling its fur anymore, the shadows around her looked a little darker than they had before, the trees taller and scarier. Even though she knew the kitten couldn’t do anything to protect her – she was way bigger than it – she found herself wanting to stick close to it, getting more and more scared of losing it, or letting it get too far ahead of her. She felt an instinctive need to protect it; at the same time, she felt less and less capable of actually doing that.

It was hard to tell for sure when her diaper had already been wet, and she had no control over keeping it from getting wetter, but she thought she was dribbling a little more now, whenever she heard another noise, even the ones she was reasonably certain came from the kitten. She was glad the robot had put her into such thick padding… She hoped it could handle this, because she didn’t need anything else to worry about now, and definitely not a leak.

“Wait up!” she whined one time, when the kitten hopped off after a break. “You’re too fast…” She sniffled, ready to lift her heavy bottom off the forest floor again, when she heard another noise, this time definitely not from her companion. It was much louder than that, behind her, and happened while the kitty was sitting and waiting for her.

“D-Did you hear that?” she gulped. She didn’t expect the cat to answer, but it made her feel a little better to ask out loud, even though, as soon as she did, she regretted it; she should be trying to make less noise, not more!

She hurried up next to the kitten, drawing as close to it as it would allow. Her stomach churned every time she heard something behind them, tears stinging at her eyes. She wanted nothing more than to sit down and cry, despite being well aware of how little good that would do her. She had never felt more terrified in her life… She really wished she had a pacifier, or could spare a thumb from crawling to suck on.

When the kitten stopped next, Lucy wiped off her thumb and planted it between her lips as she snuggled with the cat. She tried, again, to pick it up, to cuddle it right up to her chest, but, just like last time, it ran off.

Lucy’s eyes widened, her lip quivering. It was really only a few feet away, but it felt like it was in another country. She knew she’d feel better once she was near it… Doing that would require her to remove her thumb from her mouth, however, and the comfort she got from that – a pale imitation of what she felt, petting the kitten – was the only thing keeping her from having a nervous breakdown. She was shivering, sweating…

She knew something wasn’t right. She liked cats, sure, but she was more of a dog person… Why was she so attached to this kitten, so quickly? It was cute, yeah… Maybe the cutest thing she’d ever seen… Yet, she couldn’t bear to be away from it, already. In a way, it was like she was its kitten, and it was the mommy cat, leading her to safety. Even seeing it, barely peeking out over the leaves, so tiny and sweet, she felt even smaller, and more defenseless, and more scared.

Thankfully, the kitten returned to her, nuzzling against her knee before walking, more slowly, back the way it had been going. Finally, Lucy managed to extract her thumb and follow, that contact giving her enough strength to continue, for now, at least. The sounds behind them were getting louder, however, closer…

“S-Slow down,” she begged the kitten, practically right on its tail now. She wanted it to go faster, too, to get as much distance between them and whatever was hunting them as possible, though, in the moment, not losing the cat seemed more important.

Lucy had always heard there were caves, out in the woods, if you went wandering far enough. She’d never actually seen them herself, and had been warned not to go in any if she did… So, when she saw the mass of stone, jutting out of the earth, that, of course, the kitten appeared to be heading right towards, she knew exactly what it was, even having never been there herself, in this or any world.

“W-We aren’t going there, are we?” she sniffled.

There was no answer, except the crunching of leaves from their pursuer, loud enough that she was positive she’d be scared, even in the best of times. Maybe the kitten was just going to hide in there, ditch the beast hunting them, and move on from there. The cave was so dark, she couldn’t see anything inside, but it looked an awful lot like a gigantic mouth, reaching up, ready to gobble anything that ventured into its maw.

Sure enough, however, the kitten dashed ahead, sitting at the entrance, staring at her, waiting. Lucy gulped, the distance between her and the cat making her anxious again, desperate to get closer to it. At this point, cave or not, she felt the safest with the kitten, so she practically had to follow it, whether she liked it or not.

She crept closer and closer, hands quivering, eardrums almost bursting with the cacophony happening behind her. She had to go faster, though she didn’t know if she had that in her… “P-Please come back,” she begged the kitten, wanting one more pet to give her strength. “P-Please…”

She was almost there, but the kitten was playing hard to get now. Lucy felt the stone beneath her hands now, cold and hard, and the entrance to the cave was right in front of her… The kitten kept inching further and further inside, away from Lucy’s grasping fingers, denying her the one thing she wanted, keeping her moving…

“Lulu, get away from there now!”

The sound of anything at all would have spooked Lucy then, but the fact that it was a voice, and saying her name, was enough to do more than that. She yelped as she spun around, shaking, too frightened to even blush as she felt a push from inside, and a gooey, disgusting mass escape into the bulk of her diaper.

There, behind her, diaper bag slung over her shoulder, flashlight in hand, was Kari. Even in her current state, it was impossible for Lucy to find the tiny girl intimidating, not in that silly, childish pink jumper she was wearing, knowing about the even more childish cartoon-print panties she had on underneath.

“Kari!” Lucy pouted, wrinkling her nose as she truly felt the accident she’d had a moment before. She very, very rarely did that in her diaper… Only when she was naughty, and her mother thought she needed a punishment. She’d definitely never done it in front of Kari, or anyone other than her mom, before. She wasn’t sure if it had happened now purely out of fear, or if it was because the robot had made her more incontinent than she’d thought, or if it was a combination of both… “Ugh, you made me…” she whined, certain that it wouldn’t have happened if her stupid babysitter hadn’t sneaked up on her.

“Lucy, get away!” Kari commanded, sounding stronger, more authoritative, than Lucy had ever heard her before.

“No, it’s okay,” Lucy told her. “There’s a kitten, and…”

Kari shone her flashlight behind Lucy, as the bigger girl turned to show her the cat. The light illuminated the cat, yes, enough that, for the first time, Lucy noticed something she hadn’t before, a long tendril of something attached to it, hanging off one of its back legs, trailing along the floor of the cave, back into the darkness. Had that always been there? Had it been hidden under the leaves, maybe?

It took her another moment to see the other thing, what Kari had actually been warning her about. As soon as she did, she let out a scream, scrambling backwards, feeling the seat of her diaper expanding again, far more this time, as she thoroughly filled it, stomach emptying itself, sending wave after wave of warm, squishy mush into her pants, so much that, even through the already massive diaper, she could feel her onesie start growing slightly tighter around her, the snaps holding it in place and ensuring that diaper, and all it contained, was cradled close to her body, inescapable.

She felt like it was justified, however, and, even without everything that had happened to her, she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t have had the same – if perhaps not quite so extreme – reaction. Because, in the light of the flashlight, she was able to see that it actually wasn’t a cave floor the cat had been leading her onto… It was a huge, stone-gray tongue.

 

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Cupid’s Arrows

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure I see what the problem is,” the photographer shrugged. “I told you I wanted you be be Cupid, didn’t I?”

“I-I mean, yeah,” Astrid had to admit – that had been, basically, the entirety of the request she’d found online. “But I didn’t really expect…”

The photographer rolled her eyes. “Well, what else would you wear? Cupid’s outfit is pretty iconic… He’s the symbol of Valentine’s Day, and you really only ever see him wear one thing.”

She held up the diaper, Astrid’s stomach churning as she heard it crinkle. “I know…” she fidgeted uncomfortably. “That’s, like, a real diaper, though. I thought it would be more like a bikini or something… H-He usually is wearing a diaper, but that’s not how it looks. It’s cloth, and…”

“Do you know where to find cloth diapers nowadays?” the photographer challenged.

“No…” Astrid shook her head. “But it doesn’t have to be an actual diaper! You could just get some cloth, and, like, tie it on, and…”

“Oh, good,” the photographer sighed dramatically. “I always love when my models tell me what my pictures do and don’t need. If you don’t want to do this, you’re free to leave, and I can find someone else.”

Astrid looked back at the diaper with a frown. This wasn’t the way she’d envisioned her start in the modelling game going… She should have realized there was more to that ad than met the eye, however, when she’d gotten the job at all. She had no experience, a cheap headshot, and the photographer was someone she’d actually heard of; she’d thought the other woman saw some raw talent inside her, and wanted to nurture it, to be the one to reveal it to the world. Instead, apparently anyone who knew better had steered away, leaving the photographer to settle on a newbie.

This was supposed to be her big break, but did she really want her professional portfolio to consist, at least at the start, of her wearing a diaper?! She wanted people to see her as sexy, not some overgrown toddler, still too immature to be trusted to keep her pants dry… And if any of her friends saw it, she’d never live it down, for sure.

On the other hand… This was a real photographer. If Astrid did well for her now, she might remember her, call her back for something better… And, if she left now, refusing to even try, she probably would never hire her again, and might tell any other photographers she knew that Astrid wasn’t worth taking a chance on. She could be ending her career before it had actually begun by walking out.

“Okay, fine,” she gave in, reluctantly picking up the diaper, feeling the soft padding compress slightly under her fingers. This was nothing like the thongs she normally wore, if she bothered with underwear at all… But she needed to think of it as a costume, not underwear. After all, she cheered herself up slightly, she wouldn’t even have to wear it like a normal diaper, since – being out on a job – she had thrown on some undies.

“I expect you don’t know how to put that on,” the photographer sighed, as if that was something anyone should know.

“I can figure it out,” Astrid shrugged. Briefly, she’d considered pretending she did, to perhaps win some favor with the other woman, but the truth was, she had no clue, and didn’t particularly want to make it seem like this was something she did often.

“No,” the photographer shook her head, snatching the diaper out of Astrid’s hand. “I only have one, and I don’t want you messing it up by doing it wrong. Come on, take that skirt off.” Astrid blushed, hesitating long enough to see that the woman wasn’t joking, then, slowly, shimmied out of her skirt. “Those, too,” the photographer waved her finger at the thong. When Astrid opened her mouth to protest, she was cut off with, “I don’t want any chance of it showing under the diaper and ruining the illusion.”

Staring at the diaper as it was unfolded, Astrid couldn’t imagine her tiny thong coming anywhere close to the edges of the massive thing, but she’d already come this far… Why stop now? She winced as her bottom sank into the cushy padding, then let out a tiny gasp of surprise as the other woman pulled the front of it up between her legs, shocked at how truly bulky it was.

“That’ll do,” the photographer nodded. “All right, get the rest of it off now.”

“O-Okay,” Astrid nodded, clumsily climbing to her feet, her thighs forced further apart than she’d anticipated. “Where’s the rest of the costume?”

“Right there,” the photographer pointed at the wings, and bow and arrow, that had been sitting with the diaper the whole time.

“Y-Yeah, but…” Astrid fidgeted. “Is there no… shirt? Tunic? Something?”

The woman let out another sigh. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure nothing is visible…”

Astrid was concerned about that, of course, though it was more the idea of running around in just a diaper, like a toddler playing dress-up, too young to really have to worry about staying covered up. She was in too deep now, however. She took off her shirt, and bra, and let herself be helped into the wings – which she was pretty sure ‘ruined the illusion’ with how cheap and silly they looked more than she could have with a slightly mis-taped diaper – and grabbed the bow, letting herself be led out, a slight waddle to her step, into the back yard.

It was unfortunate that, by the time she’d finished arguing, her bladder was already starting to feel full. She didn’t want to pause the session so early to take a break, and, once the photographer got into it, she barely listened to Astrid at all, she was so busy giving her orders, and snapping at her to stay still.

She didn’t want to have an accident, obviously… This was the only diaper, after all, and if she used it, that either meant the shoot would end, and she’d get in trouble for ruining the wardrobe, or the photographer would keep going, taking lots of lots of visual evidence of what Astrid had done, ensuring the girl really wouldn’t want that in her portfolio. But every attempt to get the photographer’s attention, to put a temporary stop to what was going on, was ignored, and it was getting harder and harder to stop squirming, as she was told over and over to do, until, at last, she glanced down in shock as she realized it was too late…

The Booth Babe

Naomi looked around at the other women sitting in the waiting room, feeling suddenly self-conscious about herself. Did she really think she was going to get this job over them? Maybe, if the company was looking for more than one… But she was pretty certain the ad had said they were only planning on hiring a single person… Perhaps she should save herself some grief and leave now, and…

She glanced up at the sound of her name being called, fidgeting in her seat for a moment before she heard it again, and stood up, just to quiet down the intern holding the clipboard. “I-I’m over here,” she said softly.

The young man walked over to her, gesturing towards the door Naomi had watched the other candidates vanish into, then emerge from, moments later, none looking particularly pleased, like she imagined they would if they’d been told they got the job. Then again, the company probably wasn’t telling anyone anything for sure yet, not until they’d seen everyone. She knew pretty much all the girls who had gone in before her were prettier than her, like most of the ones still waiting; she only hoped they let her stay in for a few seconds, instead of instantly turning her away as soon as they saw her through the door.

As many self-confidence issues as she had, sometimes she wondered why she even tried to be a model… It hadn’t been her idea, her friends had talked her into it after she complained about her retail job, and how much she hated it, and wished she’d gone to college after all so that, maybe, she could find something better, since it felt as if everything around them required a diploma. They’d been quick to point out modelling didn’t, and would pay pretty well, if she found the right gigs.

She hadn’t found one yet, but, with any luck, this would be the one. The pay definitely sounded good… It didn’t involve pictures, so she might not have anything concrete to show for experience in the future, though, if it turned out to be something she didn’t like, that meant there would be no evidence lingering to torment her, either.

Meekly, she allowed herself to be escorted into the room, staring down at her feet as she felt the eyes of whoever was in charge of hiring on her. She braced herself, ready to be told to go, only to hear, instead, “Oh, I think she could work.”

Her eyes widened, and she raised her head slightly, seeing the man and woman sitting at the table on the other side of the room. “Yeah,” the man nodded. “I can see that… I think she would suit it better than anyone else we’ve seen today.

“Do you know what this job is?” the woman asked, looking at Naomi.

Naomi quickly nodded. “I-It’s to be a booth babe at a convention, right?”

The pair at the table looked at one another, shrugged. “Basically,” the woman said. “You would also help us demonstrate our product, if needed… There’s a script you would need to learn, but it isn’t long, or difficult. Do you have experience memorizing lines?”

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” Naomi bobbed her head, trying to contain her excitement. “I-I did plays in high school, and…”

“That’s good enough,” the man cut her off. “You’re hired.”