A Normal New Year

“Well, go on,” Mommy urged. “You know you need your milk to help you grow up big and strong!”

Aphrodite glared at the woman, infuriated. “Just you wait!” she warned. “You’re going to regret this!”

“Of course, sweetie,” Mommy smiled condescendingly, as if she didn’t even understand what was being said…. Or she simply didn’t see Aphrodite as a threat.

That was more likely, really, because, apparently… She wasn’t. Aphrodite looked down at herself, at the bright, cute onesie she’d been snapped into, with its sleepy bears and smiling moons, and the diaper peeking out of the legholes, a far cry from her usual costume, a testament to how very far she’d fallen.

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It was supposed to be a team-up, one that was mostly charity on Aphrodite’s part, if she was being honest… But it was close to Christmas, so she was feeling generous. She didn’t need any help, and, if she did, it was simple enough to get some temporarily. In the rare cases she wanted something more permanent, there were definitely stronger villains she could turn to.

She wasn’t entirely sure what it was that Mommy did – and what kind of a name for a supervillain was that, anyway? – despite the pictures she’d shown her of heroes, dressed like babies, in her nursery. Was it mind control? Or something more?

Aphrodite was quite familiar with mind control… All it took was one look at her, in her skimpy costume, and people would fall in love with her, do whatever she said. She’d never thought to try this with any of her victims, but she was confident it would work. So, if that was what this Mommy was doing… Well, maybe she hadn’t agreed to it completely out of the goodness of her heart. She also wanted to make certain her territory wasn’t being horned in on.

It just felt like such a narrow focus… Aphrodite used her powers to convince people to do all sorts of things for her; was Mommy truly satisfied getting heroes into diapers? It would be a lie to pretend she hadn’t been amused by the photos, and that she didn’t appreciate how humiliating and degrading it must be for them, but how far could she really take that?

Then again, the video she’d sent to Aphrodite was quite convincing… The Valkyrie had, indeed, vanished, and it certainly seemed like the person in the video was her. If this Mommy was able to take down her… Well, there wouldn’t be many people she couldn’t defeat.

Aphrodite didn’t bother bringing in any henchmen. She didn’t keep any around on a permanent basis, anyway… It was so much more fun to create them at wherever she was going, forcing the people guarding the diamond she wanted, or who used to live in the penthouse she now resided in, to give her what she desired, or become her maid and butler… And, if Mommy had anything nefarious planned, it would be so much better to turn her own henchmen against her.

It looked more like a doctor’s office than a lair, only confirming, in her mind, how low-rent this whole thing was. She strutted in, finding a pair of nurses at the front desk, who seemed confused to see her, coming in out of the cold, clad it what amounted to a few strips of leather, leaving the majority of her skin on display. Had their boss not warned them? Or did they not work for her? Was Mommy just based out of the back of this place, but didn’t run the whole thing?

“I’m afraid you can’t come in here dressed like that,” one of them told her.

“Oh, can’t I?” Aphrodite grinned, pushing a button hidden in the leather strap wound around the palm of her hand, releasing the artificial pheromones she’d developed herself. The hardest part had been hiding the dispensers in what little costume she wore, though that was also necessary, ensuring that, once the chemicals hit, she’d be the first thing their eyes were drawn to.

And she definitely should be, here. The only alternatives were the other nurses, and their outfits looked pretty normal, something they surely saw every day… However, that didn’t seem to matter. “No,” the nurse said, seemingly completely unaffected. “You can’t. If you have business here, we can find something else for you to change into, but I’m afraid I can’t let you in here in that.”

“Yes, you can!” Aphrodite pushed the button again, watching the nurses walk out from behind the counter. “You can let me do whatever I want!”

“No,” the other nurse smiled, reaching out for her, “I’m afraid we can’t do that, either.”

The Top of the List

“Ugh, really?” Luna rolled her eyes as she stepped into the living room, seeing her stepmother, Cassie, there, waiting for her. “That’s what qualifies as a ‘Christmas outfit’? After… everything?!”

“Come on, now, Luna,” her stepmother sighed. “It’s Christmas morning… Do you really want to start it off like this?”

She did; she grumbled, staring down at herself, and the silly, frilly dress her stepmother had dug out of the depths of her closet for her. It was too small, really, only barely long enough now to keep her panties covered, and dripping in laces and bows… She had felt absolutely ridiculous in it from the mom her stepmom had presented it to her.

“Well, maybe you should have brought more than some yoga pants and dirty sweaters,” her stepmother had told her. “I told you I wanted us to dress nicely when we go to your aunt’s. It’s our first Christmas together as a family…”

She had, although Luna had insisted that wasn’t true, until her stepmother scrolled through their text history and shown her the evidence. Luna definitely had forgotten about it, had planned her wardrobe based more on comfort, assuming she’d spend most of her time at home for the holidays lounging around. “Isn’t there something a little more… recent?”

But, even looking through her old things herself, that was the best she could find. “We could go buy something new,” she’d suggested. That had, somehow, turned out even worse than she could have imagined.

And now, after all that, she’d come down and found her stepmother wearing a plain, black dress, while she looked like a four year old, running down to see if Santa had come in the night. Of course this was what Cassie wanted… This made her look so much more mature than Luna, for once. “Can I go change, if we can get away with that?” she pouted, gesturing at her stepmom’s outfit. “I definitely have a little black dress in my closet…”

“Luna!” her stepmother snapped. “I’ve told you a hundred times, that dress is perfectly fine. Now, I want you to come over here… I have a very special present for you.”

Luna groaned inwardly, then slumped over. Her stepmom had put the gift bag in front of the empty space on the sofa, and, when Luna tried to move it to sit down, the woman – if Luna could even consider Cassie that, when she was barely older than her – held the bag in place, pointing down at the floor instead.

Luna glared at her, stopping herself from stomping her foot only because she didn’t want to wake her father, knowing that he was going to take his new wife’s side. He always did… “Fine,” she sank to the floor. Maybe Cassie had bought her a new dress after all, after… everything. She reached for the bag, which definitely looked big enough for that, but her stepmother beat her to it, sticking her hands in, and pulling out…

A teddy bear. Some cheap, childish toy. Luna touched it anyway, hoping that perhaps it was a joke, that the insides were filled with money, or jewelry, or something… But, giving it a squeeze, it didn’t feel like anything more than fluff.

“Do you like it?” Cassie smiled down at her. “Honestly, he told me I shouldn’t get you anything… That felt too mean, though. I thought you should get something…”

Luna’s brow furrowed, confused. “Why did dad say…?” she asked, hoping the answer was that he’d bought her something big, and he’d thought that should be enough.

“Oh, not your father,” her stepmother chuckled, pointing behind Luna. “Him.” Luna turned, eyes widening at the figure she saw standing there, watching her, the last person she wanted to see right now, like this.

Santa Claus.

All I Want For Christmas – Chapter 4

Joanna swallowed, staring up at the mannequin with her clothes on it, imagining the version of her who had worn those seeing her this way, in a soggy diaper, about to do far worse things. That made what she was about to say all the harder, yet, as soon as the thought had entered her mind, she couldn’t shake it.

“I-I want this,” she insisted. “Wh-Whatever it takes.”

“My, my,” the woman smiled. “Determined, are we? Well, then… First things first.”

“H-Hey!” Joanna blushed as the woman reached over, started to undo one of the straps on her shortalls.

“I thought you were willing to do whatever it takes,” the woman reminded her. “If you can’t even do this, then you don’t stand a chance, little one.”

Joanna groaned, looking around, knowing she was out in the open, and what she was wearing underneath those shortalls. If she was anywhere else, there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d let that be revealed… But here, it wasn’t that strange. “Okay,” she nodded, resigned. “Sorry…”

The woman unbuckled one strap, then the other, letting the shortalls crumple to the floor, Joanna resisting every instinct to cover herself, and the mid-riff baring shirt calling her ‘Mommy’s Pampered Princess’, and, especially the wet, pink diaper that the shirt didn’t come close to hiding for her.

“Feet up!” the woman cooed, pulling the shortalls off them, making it look as though, with her little sneakers, Joanna had considered this an appropriate outfit for herself, like this was all she needed to have on to go out into the world. She felt so ridiculous, so exposed, so infantile… And she hadn’t even really started yet!

“This is your last chance to back out,” the woman warned her. “It’s up to you.”

Joanna whimpered, looking at the mannequin again, feeling more silly than ever beneath its blank gaze. As much as she would have loved to do this anywhere else, she didn’t trust the clothes to be there if she let them out of her sight, whether that meant doing something unspeakable in front of them or not. “I-I’ll do it,” she confirmed, one more time.

Joanna flinched as she felt the floor beneath her feet move, wondering, at first, if it was an earthquake, before she saw everything around her seeming to grow shorter, and she realized she was being raised up, put on even more of a display than simply standing in the middle of the store. She let out a squeak, finally trying to use her hands to block prying eyes from seeing her childish clothes, and the state of her diaper, but it was impossible when people could be looking at her from every angle, and she had only two arms.

Steps raised out of the floor, allowing the woman to walk up and join her, as two other sections of the floor, one on either side of Joanna, slid open, turning into black pits for a moment before smaller platforms raised out of them. “Here you are,” the woman said, picking up the giant, stuffed cat from orientation from one of the platforms, handing it to Joanna. “You might want this.”

She didn’t question it, indeed grateful to have it there with her, since it was nearly as tall as her, giving her something to hide behind. As she clutched it to her chest, however, she recalled what Bobbie had done with her toy, what the people at orientation had told her she’d have to do to earn her third star, the true reason why it was there dawning on her.

She wasn’t really going to do this, was she?! That was so humiliating, so degrading… At least if she’d done it in orientation, it would have been somewhat private, with only a few other people watching, most of whom were in the same situation as her. Here, she was in the middle of the courtyard, on a platform so anyone could see…

There was, it turned out, another reason for the kitty. She was so busy fretting over the one she’d thought of that she barely paid any mind to what had raised from the floor on her other side, or what the woman was doing, not until she felt her diaper being slid downwards in the back.

“H-Hey, what are you…?!” she demanded, turning – which just exposed her bare bottom to more of the courtyard – her eyes growing large as she saw what else was now on the platform with her.

It was an enema bag, large and red and bulging, hanging on a festive pole, decorated like a giant candy cane, the woman holding the nozzle at the other end of the hose, clearly having been about to put it into Joanna. “No!” Joanna shook her head, stomach churning preemptively, imagining the contents of the hanging bag inside of her.

“Do you want to go on your own?” the woman asked. “You’re welcome to.”

She stepped back, nozzle still in hand, Joanna’s cheeks growing redder and redder, until they matched the enema bag. Of course she didn’t want to do that… That would be so mortifying, squatting down up here, pooping her pants intentionally… But was letting herself be given an enema that much better? “D-Do I really have to…?” she sniffled.

The woman grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her around, obviously done with her whining and excuses, bringing her face to empty face with the mannequin, which had risen up to her level now, too, as if it knew how much its presence tortured her. She let out a squeal, Velcro sneakered toes pointing inwards, as she felt the nozzle being pushed into her backside, mouth falling open at the humiliating invasion. The diaper was pulled back up, snapping into place with a final pat from the woman, who walked back down the steps.

Joanna tore her eyes away from the mannequin, turning back towards the woman, seeing the steps sink into the floor, stranding her up here. “I-Is that it?” she asked hopefully. It hadn’t been pleasant, exactly, especially the fullness she still felt in her rear, but nothing else was happening… Did she just have to prove she was willing to do it?

The woman grinned, pushed a button on a small device she’d pulled out of her pocket, and, suddenly, warm, soapy water was gushing into Joanna. “Oh!” she gasped, wriggling at the unfamiliar sensation. It was so fast, so relentless… She squeezed the bear, unsure of what else to do. It had barely even begun, and she already felt like she couldn’t hold anymore… But it showed no signs of stopping, the bag hanging heavily above her, hardly deflated at all.

She gritted her teeth as the cramps started, knowing there was nothing she could do about them, but still fighting them desperately. “I-I can’t do it,” she shook her head. “I-It’s too much!”

The water just kept rushing out, filling her up further and further. She whimpered, staring down at her tummy, between the hem of the crop top, and the waistband of her diaper, positive she could see it bloating, trying to contain all the sudsy water. She looked up, at the enema bag, still so full, then away, and right at the mannequin, her old self judging her harshly, and away from that, blushing as she saw strangers staring up at her, watching the whole ordeal in amusement, so many of them in diapers of their own…

In the middle of it all, she barely noticed the prick of pain at her neck. She reached up in confusion, then looked down at the cat, wondering if there was a stray tag or something there that had poked her, but another cramp was enough to distract her.

“Good girl,” the woman told her, patting the panting, sweating Joanna on the head. “That’s the hard part.”

Joanna wasn’t so sure about that, but she was too happy about feeling the torrent of water reduced to a trickle, then ending, moments before the woman slid the nozzle out of her. It was such a relief, she could almost forget about what was going to come next, as she watched the woman descend the stairs again, and the candy cane enema pole sink into the floor… Until the next cramp hit.

This time, there was no flow of water to help her stop it. She groaned, squeezing her thighs together, blushing as she felt the now clammy padding between them, hugging the stuffed animal tighter and tighter, feeling her body involuntarily squatting down, knowing what it had to do, no matter how much she was telling it not to.

She felt almost woozy, holding in that whole enema, water sloshing inside of her as she moved sluggishly towards the vanished stairs, hoping they’d reappear, give her a tiny bit more privacy… They didn’t, leaving her stranded up there, clutching her kitty desperately, when the pain came again, this time, too much for her. Her knees buckled again, pushing her padded bottom outwards, and, almost before she could process it, it had begun.

“N-No!” she shook her head, nose wrinkling as she felt the warm, mushy mass oozing into her diaper, spreading quickly throughout. She could feel the garment expanding, sagging slightly, knew that anyone looking at her – especially anyone that would come to a place like this – would know what was happening, what she was doing… She took some small comfort that most of them had seen the enema first, at least, knew she wasn’t doing this voluntarily… Although, of course, they had no way of knowing why she’d agreed to the enema.

She grunted, face growing a darker red as she pumped out even more mess, remembering only then the wall of windows outside the rooms, realizing that more people than she’d thought could be watching. Her only comfort was knowing phones weren’t allowed here, so nobody was taking pictures, or filming this… She had no doubt a lot of people would be taking it with them in their memories, however.

“Oh!” she squirmed, tentatively reaching behind her, flinching as her hand touched the bulging seat of her diaper, feeling how bad it really was, head swimming in the sea of humiliation for having done that. And, she knew, it still wasn’t over. She’d seen what it took to earn that third star… She knew why she’d been given the stuffed animal.

She’d thought it would be the worst part, but – perhaps because she’d already been through more embarrassment than she could have possibly imagined – there was something liberating about it. It was adult… In a way. A perversion of something adult, and yet, after what she’d just done, she was desperate for anything to remind her of the grown-up she’d been at the start of the day.

She didn’t wait for the woman to tell her what to do, dropping the stuffed cat to the floor in front of her, straddling it, lowering herself down onto it. She whimpered, feeling her bottom sink into the mush in her pants, but fought through it, rubbing against the toy.

She’d wanted to get it over with, to finish this phase, so she could move on to whatever it would take to get the fourth star… It was only after a minute or two of grinding that it occurred to her how it must have looked to her audience. She’d been so quick to start humping away… Did they think she truly liked this? That this turned her on?!

She couldn’t stop to clarify, couldn’t explain it away… Despite everything, it was starting to work. She’d been planning on faking it, sure there was no way anyone would know, but there was a warmth building up inside of her, urging her onward… Cheeks burning, she rubbed harder, and harder, until…

“Wh-What?” she panted, frowning in confusion. She’d gotten right up to the edge, had felt the orgasm coming on… And then nothing. She sat down, nose crinkling, frustrated, and hating herself for it. She’d been so shocked, she’d forgotten to pretend – hadn’t thought she would have to after all – which meant she was going to have to do it all over again.

She bit her bottom lip, starting to grind against the stuffed kitten again, looking down into its plastic eyes, noticing only then that her shirt seemed to be hanging a bit looser. Maybe it was just her imagination, but her chest, already not particularly large, almost looked flatter than usual. And was the kitty bigger? It did feel like her diaper was resting more heavily on it, her knees having a harder time reaching the floor on either side of it…

She definitely felt something this time, but it still wasn’t an orgasm. It was like a wave of fog flowing in over the ocean, into her mind. Almost immediately, she was back at it, blushing as she looked up this time, right at the mannequin, watching her try so hard to masturbate in her dirty diaper… She had to be wrong… Those clothes couldn’t have belonged to her… Nobody who would wear such big girl clothes would end up like this, so soon after changing out of them…

And if she was a big girl, what did she do? She thought she could remember, until the next wave of fog hit her, and then she couldn’t recall at all… And the next wave washed away her memories of college, of earning her degree… She knew there was a connection, that she was humping away her maturity, but she couldn’t help herself, wanting so badly to feel what she knew she was supposed to at the end of it, even if she couldn’t recall what it was, or even what it was called…

“JoJo!” Joanna gasped, eyes wide as she stared up at Carol, feeling very naughty, getting caught like this, although she wasn’t sure why. “What do you think you’re doing, young lady?”

“Umm…” she scrambled to her feet, one thumb plopping itself into her mouth automatically, the other pulling her kitty up off the floor. That was quite the task, too… The kitty was even bigger than her! That didn’t seem right, but trying to remember why was too hard for her, so she didn’t even make an attempt. “I dunno…”

“Then why were you doing it?” Carol asked, kneeling down in front of her, her shirt straining to contain her breasts. “That’s something for big girls, JoJo… Are you a big girl?”

Joanna blushed, looking down at herself, so tiny, even smaller than her favorite toy, and her chest, completely flat, then over at Carol, the opposite of her in almost every way. She knew that Carol was a big girl… And if she was the opposite of Carol… “No,” she shook her head.

“Of course you aren’t!” Carol gave the seat of Joanna’s diapers a pat, the smaller girl squealing at the squishiness there. “You still poop your Pampers!”

Joanna pouted, stomping her foot. “Well, so do…!” she insisted, looking up at Carol. She’d been so sure that Carol was wearing diapers, too… But of course she wasn’t! She was JoJo’s big sister… She was in training panties instead, under her plaid skirt. And, compared to Joanna’s stinky, pink diapers, they were so much more grown-up, just like everything else about Carol.

“It’s okay,” Carol smiled, giving her a big hug. “I’m not mad, sweetie. I love having you as a baby sister… Just don’t do that again, okay?”

“Okay,” JoJo nodded solemnly. “It wasn’t even that fun, anyway!”

Carol chuckled knowingly, ruffling her hair. “Why don’t we go get you cleaned up, sweetie? Then I think it’s time for your nap…”

JoJo didn’t want to take a nap, but she knew better than to argue about it, so she nodded, taking Carol’s hand, dragging her kitty along behind her as she was led back towards the elevator.

“Wait!” the woman from the clothing shop exclaimed. “JoJo…” she said, once they paused, turning around. “You earned those clothes… Don’t you want them?”

JoJo looked at the mannequin the woman was gesturing towards, her nose wrinkling as she saw them. “Eww, no!” she shook her head. “They’we so bowing!”

“Yeah,” Carol agreed. “Nobody could even see your diaper if you were wearing those! What fun is that?”

“None!” JoJo answered, smiling when she saw how pleased the answer made her big sister.

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“Now, sweetie, I want you to behave yourself,” Carol warned, adjusting the ribbon tying one of the girl’s ponytails in place. “Can you do that?”

“I always do!” JoJo insisted, only to stare down at her feet at the look she was given. “I’ll twy…”

It had been such a fun weekend, playing on the playgrounds, eating yummy food, getting to play dress-up… She was so sad it was almost over, she’d thrown a little tantrum that morning, and gotten spanked, which she knew was the reason Carol had contradicted her about always behaving herself.

As usual, JoJo was dressed like a miniature version of her big sister, Carol in a tight, red dress, black stockings, and heels – and a Pull-Up underneath, of course – and JoJo in a tiny, red party dress, one short enough to leave most of her diaper exposed, and the white tights stretched over it, with a pair of shiny Mary Janes to finish it off. She always wanted to be like her sister… Even if doing so just exposed how much littler and more babyish she was.

The door slid open, and Carol took JoJo’s hand, the smaller girl pulling her kitty along with her, as always, as they stepped into the office. There was only one chair open, but that was okay… JoJo didn’t think twice about plopping herself down onto the floor.

“Well, then,” the woman on the other side of the desk smiled, “it looks like you had quite the eventful stay.”

“Oh, definitely,” Carol patted JoJo on the head. “I was hoping to take things slow, try to get her to accept this on her own, but…”

“That’s always the plan,” the woman chuckled. “We do everything we can to encourage them to do that, but sometimes, it doesn’t quite work out that way. Of course, your little JoJo here is a unique case, so perhaps its for the best that she made the decision for you. How are you liking the results?”

“They’re perfect!” Carol exclaimed. “She’s the most darling baby sister I could ever have asked for… Just like I knew she would be.” JoJo looked up, and Carol smiled at her. “Yes, we’re talking about you, silly girl.” She pushed a pacifier into JoJo’s mouth, and she started sucking on it happily.

“That’s wonderful news,” the woman said. “It’s good to know that we can make more than… earmuffs, JoJo.” Like a good girl, JoJo reached up to cover her ears, though she sneakily didn’t clamp down, so she still heard, “More than diaper sluts with our process.”

“What’s a slut?” JoJo mumbled from behind her pacifier.

“JoJo!” Carol scolded.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” the woman promised. “But, do you remember your friend, Bobbie?” JoJo vaguely did, so she nodded. “They’re like her… They’re people who still need their diapers, like you, and enjoy them, in a very different way.”

“Oh!” JoJo didn’t really understand, but she tried to pretend she did anyway, since it was obvious Carol did. “Okay! Maybe I’ll be one one day!”

“You won’t,” Carol told her. “You’d have to grown up to be that, and you’re going to stay my baby sister forever.”

That sounded nice… JoJo smiled, hugging Carol’s leg.

“Now, then,” the woman on the other side of the desk said, “here’s this… If you do change your mind, and want her to be big again one day, you can use that to control her chip.”

“I don’t think that will happen,” Carol replied, taking the remote she was passed, “but thank you.”

JoJo was given not a remote, but a candy cane, one she quickly popped into her mouth to suck on as she toddled out of the office, waving happily to the receptionist as they passed through the lobby, calling out a sticky, “Mewwy Chwistmas!” before she was led outside to be buckled into Carol’s car.

They didn’t pass anyone on the way out, of course… Everything was too well-planned out for that. A few minutes after they left, however, another car pulled up, letting out another couple.

“This means so much to me,” the woman told her boyfriend, who already looked an awful lot like a pouty baby. “You just giving it a try… It’s the best Christmas gift I could ask for.”

They couldn’t advertise, of course, not openly, but news spread fast anyway… It was expensive, yes, yet simple. Two people who were already into diapers could go, of course, although, for the price, it wasn’t usually for it just for that.

“See?” the girl smiled, hopping off the changing table. “It isn’t so bad!” She wasn’t into wearing diapers herself, not really… But, according to everything the facility had told her about the process, it was easiest to convince the subject into trying them if she did, too. And, reluctantly, he agreed, letting her tape him into one.

“It’s just a quick class,” she told him, sending him on his way. “I’ll see you afterwards!”

She had claimed to have her own class, but she already knew everything she needed… Her wristband was designated as the Mommy band, and it would give her anything she wanted here; his was the Baby, and it was the key the whole thing. If the people wearing those wanted to do any of the more mature things here, like wear more grown-up clothes, or eat anything better than baby food, or get into the bathrooms, they’d have to earn their stars, and, ideally, by doing so, they’d realize that diapers weren’t so bad.

And, if not… The girl almost felt bad, knowing that, at some point in the orientation, he was going to get a chip implanted in his neck without him knowing. Or, if he left before it happened, the facility would find some other time, and way, to do it. It could be harmless, if everything went according to plan…

Or, if he refused to participate, or his Mommy decided he hadn’t progressed as far as she liked, she could, at any point, activate it. The facility recommended waiting until the end of the stay, so that the Mommy, or Daddy, could discuss it with the director, but, from what she’d heard, most people didn’t wait that long.

If it was what their Mommies or Daddies wanted, babies always left here loving their diapers… Whether it was naturally, or thanks to the chip wiping away their inhibitions, turning them into the horny diaper lovers their new caretakers thought they should be. The changes could even extend to their physical forms, to some degree, making them smaller, or bigger, enhancing or reducing parts of their body… That would be especially helpful now, since she wanted her boyfriend to be a sissy baby. Just a few button presses, and she could expand his breasts, shrink his penis, make him smaller than her… And make him love his diapers so much, that he didn’t care about any of it. And then, when the trip was over, she’d have full control to change him back, if she wanted, or keep him that way for as long as she desired.

She smiled, looking around at all the happy, frolicking babies around her, and the even happier Mommies and Daddies watching them. Soon enough, she thought, that was going to be her and her boyfriend… Or, rather, her baby girl. And what could be a better gift than that? She certainly couldn’t think of one… It was definitely all she wanted for Christmas this year.

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All I Want For Christmas – Chapter 3

Joanna pouted, staring down at the bowls of baby food once more, reaching out for the plastic spoon experimentally, then shaking her head. “Okay, okay,” she gave in. “I guess it won’t be that bad…”

“What won’t?” Carol asked. “Eating your num-nums there, or getting another star?”

Joanna glared at her, cheeks red; admitting it, out loud, was almost worse than the thought of doing it. She thought about saying nothing, however, it was about to become obvious, if Carol even had the slightest hint that she should be looking for it. “I’ve peed myself a little when I was really drunk or something,” Joanna reasoned. “It wasn’t, like, fun or anything, but it wasn’t the end of the world.”

“And this time, your diaper will catch it all, so nobody will ever know,” Carol encouraged her. “Well, except for me… And the waiter when he comes to verify.”

“Wh-What?” Joanna squirmed. “Wh-Why would he need..?”

“He can’t give you your second star unless he knows for sure you earned it,” Carol told her. “And he can’t give you two star food if you don’t have two stars.”

That changed things… But not enough to change her mind. She wouldn’t eat this gross-looking mush, couldn’t… How bad would it really be to wet herself a bit? She wiggled in her seat, closing her eyes, trying to pretend she was in the privacy of a bathroom stall, rather than sitting out in the open, where anyone could see her. It helped that she was seated, at least, even though, short as she was, she was still tall enough that her feet didn’t dangle when she was sitting on any toilet.

“Go on, JoJo,” Carol encouraged. “You can do it!”

“Shush!” Joanna waved her hand at her, her friend’s voice threatening to break the illusion she was building for herself. “Just let me do this!”

And then, at last, it happened. She felt a few drops escape, dribbling out, her face warming as they soaked into the bulky padding beneath her, rather than dripping into the water of a toilet, reminding her of where she really was, what she was really doing. Immediately, her body ground to a halt, not wanting to continue… But, now that she’d started, it was too late. After another moment, there was another trickle, lasting a second longer, and then a third, this one growing, turning into a stream, and then a torrent, soaking into her diaper. That was definitely enough… She’d proved her point… When she tried to stop it, however, it refused, already too far gone.

She opened her eyes, trying to look down at herself, to ensure that she hadn’t leaked, surprised at how much she’d had to go after all. The tray blocked her view, kept her from being able to tell, though as she fidgeted, feeling the new warmth, and squishiness, between her legs, and how much the padding had swollen to accommodate her ‘accident’, she didn’t feel anything outside her diaper.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Carol giggled, watching her reaction gleefully.

Joanna glanced away from her friend, down at the baby food again, the idea of eating it all the more unappetizing now that she was sitting in a soggy diaper. “C-Can I get some real food now?”

“Sure, sweetie,” Carol nodded, raising her hand to summon the server. He was back in a flash, making Joanna worry he’d been watching, or listening in, although, really, it was probably more likely because the restaurant wasn’t that busy at the moment. “My little friend here has earned her second star,” Carol announced, Jo blushing and sliding down in her high chair, knowing anyone in earshot who had gone through orientation would be aware of what that meant.

“Very good!” the server smiled. “I’m just going to confirm, all right?”

“O-Okay,” Joanna said hesitantly. She didn’t want to have her diaper checked… But what was the point of doing it without this? She let out an embarrassing squeak as he reached out one strong hand, brushing it against her crotch, her padding squelching slightly beneath it… Then, to her horror, she heard a pop as he started to open the snaps there. “Wh-What are you doing?!” she squealed.

“He told you, JoJo, calm down,” Carol said soothingly.

“C-Can’t you feel that it’s…” Joanna couldn’t bring herself to say it, and didn’t get an answer, not until the crotch of her shortalls was open, letting the fresh air waft in, exposing her wet diaper to the world.

“Very good,” the waiter praised her, snapping her shortalls back up, then reaching out for her hand, removing her bracelet. “I’ll have this updated. Now, what would you like to eat?”

Joanna bit her bottom lip; after all that, she’d forgotten all about what the two stars options had been. “Umm…”

“Get her some chicken nuggets,” Carol instructed. “And tater tots.”

Still childish, of course, yet so much better than the baby food. Joanna watched that being taken away, feeling relieved, watching Carol eat her meal. “Sorry,” she shrugged. “I’d wait for you, but this is so good… I don’t want it to get cold.”

Luckily, Joanna’s new meal didn’t take long to appear, the server putting the bracelet back on her at the same time. It didn’t look any different, thankfully… As soon as it was scanned, however, everyone would know what she’d done, what she’d allowed herself to be reduced to, just for the sake of some chicken nuggets.

There were no utensils with the meal, either, leaving her to sit in her soggy diaper, in a high chair, eating with her fingers. She hadn’t been in this place long at all, and look at what it had done to her… It wouldn’t have been that surprising, seeing Bobbie’s transformation, if it hadn’t happened even more quickly than that.

Carol’s explanation was possible, sure… Maybe there had been no transformation, or it had happened days ago in reality… The more she thought about it, though, the harder it was to swallow. Bobbie would have had to be an excellent actress, whether she’d been pretending in her first encounter with Joanna, or during orientation, and while that could be true… She didn’t like it.

“There,” Carol took her hand, once they were both done, and the server had released them from the high chairs, lifting them down. “Don’t you feel better?”

“Y-Yeah,” Joanna nodded uncertainly, shifting her weight, the now cool, clammy diaper sagging between her legs, pushing them further apart than ever. “C-Can I get a change now?”

“Oh, sorry,” Carol wrinkled her nose. “Changes are for people with three stars only.”

“What?!” Joanna gasped, mind returning once more to Bobbie. She couldn’t really be trapped in this soggy diaper until she did… that… could she?!

Carol giggled. “You are so serious! I’m kidding! Do you want to go back up to the room, or are you okay having it done here?”

“L-Like… Here, here?” Joanna looked around.

“I didn’t bring a changing mat, so no,” Carol shook her head. “There are changing stations around, though. And I can do it, or they have nurses available to help.”

She led Joanna to a quiet corner, set up almost like a hospital, except with changing tables rather than beds, curtains set up between each that could be pulled shut… Or left wide open.

“I know which of you needs a change,” the nurse on duty teased, greeting the pair. It was obvious she was the nurse from the uniform, despite the length and neckline of it looking like something from a porn, rather than a hospital. The heels she had on likely weren’t regulation, either, making her tower all the more over the tiny Joanna as she bent over, tapping her on the nose lightly. “You had a little accident, didn’t you?”

Joanna wanted to deny it, but before she even had the chance, she felt the nurse’s hand on her padded crotch, giving it a squeeze. “Oh, my!” she chuckled. “Absolutely soaked! What a good girl!” She patted Joanna on the head with her other hand. “Do you need help getting into a fresh diapie? I’d love to take care of that for you, little one!”

Joanna blushed, looking over at Carol. “Up to you,” she shrugged, no help at all.

The nurse was gorgeous, which did nothing to help Joanna feel like she had any shred of maturity left, in comparison to her. She didn’t want anyone else to see her diaper at all, much less as wet as it was now… After having seen Carol get her into the diaper to begin with, however, she knew she couldn’t do it on her own.

“M-My friend is going to help me,” Joanna told the nurse. “Th-Thank you.”

“Of course,” the nurse smiled down at her, before turning to Carol. “If she gets too squirmy, or whiny, just let me know… I have the perfect drugs to calm her down.”

“Oh, she’s done nothing but whine,” Carol said. “That just makes it cuter, though.”

“Doesn’t it?” the nurse smirked, patting Joanna on the bottom. “Go on, then.”

Carol closed the curtain around their changing table, helping Joanna up to it. She must have sensed that her friend was feeling embarrassed enough already, because she quietly went about her job, tossing the used diaper into the waiting diaper pail and taping her into a fresh one without a word. “Is that better?”

Joanna sat up, having to nod; she didn’t want to say that wearing a diaper was good, but the dry padding was far more comfortable than the soggy stuff she’d been wearing. “Th-Thank you,” she mumbled.

“You’re welcome,” Carol gave her a hug, taking her by the hand again.

They walked around, taking in the sights, Joanna not quite ready to go out onto the playgrounds, or make arts and crafts with a group of other adult babies. She did see one of the bathroom doors, finally, which, while she didn’t have to go too badly now, after having wet herself not that long ago, was a huge relief…

Until she looked a little closer. “Carol,” she frowned. “Why do you need three stars to get into the bathroom?”

“Oh, rules, you know,” Carol tried to brush it off.

“But that doesn’t make sense!” Joanna shook her head. “To get three stars, you have to…” She couldn’t finish the sentence. “I-I’d think the people who were willing to do that wouldn’t want to go in the bathrooms…”

“Well, maybe it’s a mistake, then,” Carol shrugged. “Maybe if you’re three stars, you can’t get in. Why don’t we..?”

She tugged at Joanna’s hand, but the smaller woman refused to budge. “That’s not what it says!” she insisted. “Here…” She pulled Carol, dragging her closer, pushing her bracelet against the pad, the light blinking red. “See?”

Carol sighed. “It’s probably a special bathroom just for them, then,” she said. “Do you even need to use it right now?”

“No,” Joanna admitted. “But…”

“I bet there are other bathrooms for one and two stars,” Carol told her. “We can look for those later, if you need them.”

If she needed them, she wouldn’t want to be trying to find them right then… And this bathroom hadn’t been marked any different, until they got close enough to the door. She could have seen herself desperate to go, hurrying there… Only to discover, too late, that she couldn’t get in. “There’s something weird about this,” she mused. Between that, and Bobbie, the cuteness of this place was starting to wear a little thin.

“Jo, don’t worry about it,” Carol ordered, sounding a bit impatient. “I don’t want to spend my whole weekend with you trying to make something out of nothing. You just don’t get how things work here… That’s all. Can you at least try to give it a chance? For me?”

She’d already done that… She’d put a diaper on, and chosen to wet it… How much more could Carol ask of her? “Sure, Carol,” she nodded. “Sorry, I’m not trying to ruin your fun… I just…”

“Let’s go!” Carol yanked on her hand, using her larger size to force Joanna away from the bathroom, Jo struggling to keep up with her longer stride, the bulky diaper making it harder than usual. Joanna could see her questions were bothering Carol, so she was going to stop poking at things… Until they passed by one of the clothes displays, however, and she spotted something that made her pause.

“Could we look here?” she asked.

“Sure!” Carol was happy to lead Joanna into the rows of mannequins, letting go of her hand to look around. Their closets were, of course, filled with outfits, but these were more ornate, or more specialized. There were onesies with plush cat tails dangling from them, and hoods with pointy ears on them, dresses dripping with more frills and lace than Joanna thought she’d had in her entire childhood wardrobe, maid outfits… And then, there were also more mature clothes, the suits and dresses she’d seen the Mommies and Daddies wearing.

There were no prices on anything, but each mannequin had a plaque at the base with stars on it. Like with the bathroom, confusingly, the more grown-up outfits all required three stars, and the babyish ones ranged between one and two. How could that be right? To dress like an adult, you had to prove you were one of the most infantile people here?

She wasn’t here to figure that out, though… She was here for a very specific reason. She waddled through the rows of mannequins, trying to find it again, wondering if she’d made a mistake, if she’d seen it out of the corner of her eyes and saw something that wasn’t there… As she turned a corner, however, there it was, making her freeze in place.

It was the nightie, the same one Bobbie had been in, that she’d seen other people walking around this place in. She slowed down, almost scared to approach it, but the closer she toddled, the more sure she was that she was right. The fur, the sheer fabric… This was it.

How was it classified? How many stars would it take to get that? Maybe that would answer her question… If it took three, then that meant Bobbie had earned that many at some point… Probably long enough in the past for her to get one of these tailored to her, sent up to her room… It would mean she’d likely been pretending during their first meeting. If it was less, then it might not prove anything, but it would definitely make her more suspicious of the girl’s boyfriend, and what had happened in the brief time between seeing her.

She looked down, not sure what she wanted to see… And saw nothing. The plaque was empty, showing no stars whatsoever. “Huh?” she frowned. Did that mean anyone could get it? Even if they didn’t wear diapers? She supposed that made sense… Except that everyone she’d seen in it was obviously in diapers underneath it. That seemed like a huge coincidence…

“Do you like that?” Joanna jumped a little at the sound of Carol’s voice, right beside her.

“Th-That’s it!” she pointed. “Bobbie was wearing that…”

“Bobbie again?” Carol rolled her eyes. “You don’t even know her, Jo! You’re here with me, remember?”

“But look!” Joanna gestured at the plaque. “It’s the only thing I’ve seen that doesn’t cost any stars… Don’t you think that’s weird? I’m telling you, Carol, something is wrong…”

“You’re right,” Carol agreed. “I was wrong to think I should bring you here. Yes, maybe I should have given you some more warning, but all you’ve done since you’ve gotten here is try to ruin this for me! You’re constantly complaining, and trying to build up some stupid mystery where there isn’t one, and I’m sick of it!”

“What?” Joanna’s eyes widened. “No, I’m not… I didn’t mean…”

It all happened so fast, it was hard to judge how serious Carol was, the woman turning away before Joanna could see if there were any real tears in her eyes. In a flash, she was gone, running off among the mannequins, Joanna doing her best to catch up, with her shorter legs and poofy diaper.

“I just want to make sure you’re safe here!” Joanna called. “Well, that we both are… I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t want to ruin anything, but…”

Her words caught in her throat as she nearly bumped into another mannequin, this one in an outfit that was very, very familiar. “Hey!” she gasped, trembling as she looked at it, glancing away and down at herself, blushing in comparison, seeing her diaper bulging beneath her childish shortalls.

They were her clothes. The jeans and shirt she’d worn here, displayed on the mannequin, staring down at her in judgement with its blank face, her purse looped over one plastic shoulder, her shoes on its feet. Everything she’d brought here, every trace of her adult life in miles and miles… What was it doing here?!

“Yes?” a young woman slid in beside her, from seemingly out of nowhere, looking quite elegant in her simple, black clothing. “Do you need some help?”

“These are mine!” Joanna insisted.

“Oh, you want those? An excellent choice,” the woman smiled, taking Joanna’s hand, lifting it up, pressing it to the tablet she was holding. “I’m sorry, it appears you only have two stars… That outfit is four stars.”

“But it’s min…” Joanna stomped her foot in frustration, before the woman’s words really sank in. “Four stars? I thought there were only three…” And she’d seen what it took to get three… What would the price for four possible be?! Looking down at the plaque, however, there were, indeed, four stars on it.

“It’s a very limited edition outfit,” the woman said. “We only have one in stock… So, of course, a higher price is absolutely justified…”

“No, it’s mine!” Joanna told her. “It already belongs to me!”

“Not until you earn another two stars,” the woman countered, Joanna groaning in response. The third star was already more humiliating than anything she’d consider doing… How much further would they want her to degrade herself for a fourth?! “I’m sure we have other things that might interest you…”

Maybe she was mistaken… Maybe this only looked like her clothes, and her purse… The receptionist had promised she’d get all that back at the end of the trip, after all… And this woman might be able to tell her more about that nightie, give her some answers… On the other hand, she should probably go find Carol and apologize…

“I-I’m not… I’m not sure,” Joanna shook her head, looking back at the mannequin, terrified that, if she left it, she’d never see it again.

“I’d be happy to help you get to four stars,” the woman offered. “Like I said, though… This is very limited, so I can’t guarantee it will be here much longer…”

Joanna swallowed, having a bad feeling that this decision was more important than she knew. What was she going to tell the woman?!

“I want this outfit… Whatever it takes.”

“There is one other thing I was curious about, in fact…”

Or, “I’m sorry, I really need to go find my friend for now.”

And what did Carol really want for Christmas this year?

A baby sister?

A baby for herself?

Or a very special gift for her boyfriend?

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Santa’s Secret

Cordelia took one more sip of her hot chocolate, smiling and nodding to herself as she looked around the living room where, tomorrow, her whole family was going to gather. Everything was perfect… Just as she’d known it was, before she even came in, though she’d had to check one more time anyway.

She wouldn’t say she had decided to have Christmas at her house this year to show off… But that wasn’t entirely inaccurate, either. She’d finally struck it big this year, gotten a promotion that allowed her to move out of an apartment and buy a home, and a nice one at that. She was the oldest sibling, and the last to be able to do that, which had always rankled her.

She could come up with excuses for it, although that only helped so much. She could say it was because the others were married when they got their houses, so there were two incomes to pay the mortgage, but, in the case of her youngest sister, Myrna, that wasn’t true. Of course, that sister was the baby of the family, so Cordelia assumed she’d gotten some help from their parents by batting her eyes and pouting a little. She could say it had taken so long because she’d lost her job for a few months, had almost had to move back in with her parents herself, and, even after she found another, she’d had to claw her way back out of the debt she’d accrued in between. She didn’t like to think about that part of her life, however, much less remind her family of it.

In the end, it didn’t even matter, she thought to herself. It would have been nice to show off her house anyway, but it felt extra good, knowing how much better it was than anyone else’s in the family. After they saw it, they were bound to beg her to host all the holidays here… It was spacious, modern, beautiful… The only real competition was the next oldest, her brother, though she was confident she had him beat.

She’d tried to decorate her tree to match, not overloading it with ornaments, the way their parents did, or sticking on a bunch of awful-looking homemade things, like her brother, Wallace, just because his kids had made them. She stuck to a simple silver theme, getting just enough ornaments to fill it out, while leaving enough space around each so everyone could admire them individually, finishing it off with some streamers and tinsel. She was quite proud of it, and had been resisting the urge to cow about it on Instagram so that her family would be surprised by it tomorrow.

With a smile, she turned off the lights, heading upstairs to her bedroom, where she read for a few minutes, finishing off her mug of hot chocolate, and then, finally, falling asleep. It didn’t last long, however, her mind overflowing with excitement, already seeing the looks on her family’s faces. She hadn’t been this enthusiastic about Christmas for a very long time, and she found her eyes popping open every few minutes, glancing at the clock, seeing it was nowhere near morning.

Lying there in the dark, she kept thinking of things she might have missed, that she couldn’t recall if she’d done or not. She knew herself well enough to know if she got up, she wouldn’t be going back to sleep anytime soon… But she wasn’t really sleeping anyway, and, after a few failed attempts, she gave in, heading downstairs again to triple check everything.

She was going to drop the mug off in the kitchen first, only for something to tell her not to. She wasn’t certain what it was, just that she felt drawn to the living room. She went that way, pausing for a second as she thought she saw movement. What could it be?! She didn’t have any pets, or anyone else living here… Was it a burglar?! She instantly regretted leaving her phone charging by the bed upstairs, and, despite knowing she ought to go get it, she moved forward, wanting to catch a glimpse, to try to get a description in case they were gone before she could get to her room and call the cops.

What she saw there, in front of her tree, was not at all what she was expecting. She’d been imagining what she’d seen in the movies, some dude dressed all in black, with a ski mask… Instead, there was a woman, tall, long, curly hair tumbling down her back, dressed, of all things, like Santa. The hat was perched on top of those curls, and she had on what looked to be a very nice red dress, trimmed at the top and bottom with white fur. It was pretty short, too… Short enough to give Cordelia another surprise as the strange woman bent over.

She knew she should stay silent, not alert this person to her presence, but she couldn’t help herself. As soon as she saw the flash of white plastic, heard that distinctive crinkle, her hand shot to her mouth, trying to hold back the snicker that wanted to escape, to no avail. Was this person seriously robbing her… Wearing diapers?! That was rich… Cordelia couldn’t wait to tell her family about this… Until the woman stood up, turning around calmly and saying, “Well, well, well… What are you doing up, Cordelia?”

All I Want For Christmas – Chapter 2

What was she thinking? Joanna shook her head at herself, feeling a little guilty, even though she hadn’t actually done anything. Carol was clearly really looking forward to this… Why would she want to run the risk of ruining it for her?

“Oh, good, you’re back,” Carol smiled, stepping out of the bathroom. Joanna couldn’t help staring at her, her own cheeks turning red at the sight of her friend, someone she’d always considered so beautiful and mature, dressed as she was. There was no trace of the powerful, well-to-do lawyer that had brought Joanna here… In her place was a naughty schoolgirl, her Peter Pan collared shirt unbuttoned enough to show off the top of her lacy, black bra, her red, plaid skirt short enough to leave the happy bunnies frolicking across the front of the bulky diaper she was wearing on nearly full display. She wasn’t even wearing heels, for perhaps the first time since Joanna had met her, although she was still a good bit taller than Joanna in flat, black Mary Janes over top of perfectly white knee-high socks.

“It’s a lot to take in, huh?” Carol smirked, seeing Joanna gawking at her, giving a spin.

“Yeah,” Joanna agreed, without thinking. “N-Not that there’s anything wrong with it! I-I just…”

“No, it’s fine,” Carol assured her. “Have you decided what you’re going to do yet?”

Joanna blushed. She wasn’t sure why, exactly, she said it, if she was feeling guilty for almost switching wristbands, if her encounter with Bobbie had convinced her, or if she simply wanted to give it a shot, since that was what Carol wanted, but she chose, “I-I’ll try out the diapers.”

“Awesome!” Carol beamed, sweeping over, giving her a big hug. “Thank you so much, Jo! You have no idea how much this means to me!”

“I-I’m not sure I want to wear…” Joanna looked to Carol’s outfit, its flaunting of the infantile padding.

“You don’t have to,” Carol told her. “I’m sure we’ll find you something that will suit you better… But for now…” She stepped over to the changing table, sorting through the stacks of diapers there. “You could match with me,” she held up another one of the bunny diapers, “or there’s pink, or purple, plain white, some with kittens…”

“Umm… P-Pink is fine,” Joanna could hardly believe there were that many choices… Then again, if there were enough people into this to support this kind of a place, she supposed it made sense.

“Good choice,” Carol nodded. “Now, get out of that robe and hop up here.” She gave the changing table a pat, Joanna’s cheeks quickly matching the color of the diaper she was about to wear as she heard the soft crinkling it made.

“I-I don’t…” Joanna pulled her robe a little tighter, blushing deeper at the idea of Carol seeing her naked, putting her into a diaper.

“Do you know how to do it yourself?” Carol asked, and Joanna had to shake her head. “It’ll be easier for me to handle it, then.”

Joanna couldn’t argue with that, so she reluctantly slipped out of the robe, setting it down on her bed, walking over to her friend, feeling so much smaller and more helpless than her, despite the way the other woman was dressed. Carol unfolded the diaper, laying it out on the table, then held out her hand. “Come on,” she said gently. “Up you go!”

There was a small step-stool in front of the table, allowing Joanna to take Carol’s hand and climb shakily onto it, then seat herself, her stomach starting to roil as she felt the poofy padding under her backside, her body sinking slightly into it. “Go on,” Carol urged. “Swing your legs up!”

Joanna did as she was told, lifting her feet off the step, twisting, lying down flat on the table, hearing crackles and rustles all around her as she moved, both from the table itself, and the diaper, not to mention Carol’s own diaper as she bustled about, getting out powder and lotion and oil, using them all before tugging the diaper up between her friend’s legs. “Oh!” Joanna wasn’t able to stop herself, feeling the true thickness of the diaper as it pushed her thighs aside. Experimentally, she squeezed them back together, but they’d only go so far, the padding refusing the budge all the way.

“Gotta get it nice and snug!” Carol cooed, pulling the sides up, taping them tightly into place, putting Joanna into her first diaper in decades. She blushed, sitting up, feeling the bulk follow her every move, staring down at herself in shock. This was not at all where she’d thought the day was going to go, and yet… Here she was. “I knew it! You are so adorable!” Carol exclaimed. “I could just eat you up!”

She lunged forward, tickling Joanna’s exposed tummy, the smaller woman giggling and squirming, trying to escape, to no avail. “St-Stop!” she laughed. “Y-You’re gonna make me pee my pants!”

“That’s what they’re there for,” Carol reminded her, giving Joanna’s diaper a pat.

“W-Wait… I-I’m supposed to use them?” Joanna paled. Somehow, that part hadn’t occurred to her until now.

“Well, yeah,” Carol said. “Didn’t you look in the bathroom? Maybe you ought to go do that.” She helped Joanna down off the changing table, sending her across the room with a swat to the diaper, Joanna squeaking and glaring back at her with a playful pout, though, through the padding, she’d barely felt it. Walking was surprisingly difficult, the diaper forcing her to waddle, no matter what she did, as she made her way to the door she’d seen Carol come out of, opening it and looking inside.

Sure enough, there were no toilets to be found. Otherwise, it seemed totally normal, with a pair of sinks, a shower, and a separate, giant bathtub, more than big enough for both her and Carol to sit in at the same time, if they wanted. But there wasn’t even a trace of what Joanna would have considered the most important thing.

She paused, seeing herself in the mirror, blushing at the sight. There she was, completely naked, except for her wristband, and a big, pink diaper… One she’d been able to accept the idea of wearing, sure, but using? She shivered, horrified at the very thought.

“I-I don’t know about this, Carol,” she said, turning back, finding her friend digging through the closet by Joanna’s bed, taking out onesies, babydoll dresses, rompers. “I-I don’t wanna be a spoilsport, but…”

“I’m just teasing,” Carol smiled. “They have toilets, of course! There’s supposed to be one on every floor, I think. Don’t worry, you can use those if you want. Now, what do you want to wear?”

Joanna didn’t love the idea of having to go out and use a public bathroom if she needed to go in the middle of the night, but she’d lived with it when she was in a dorm at college… She could deal with it now, too. “I’m not sure,” she said, toddling closer to her bed, looking at all the ruffles and lace. “I-It’s all cute, but…”

“Too much?” Carol asked. “I get it. We could always go with this instead.” She pulled a shirt off a hanger, walking over to Joanna and tugging it over her head before Jo could stop her. It was a crop top, stopping well above her belly button, ensuring the entire diaper was visible, and, when Joanna looked down at herself, she saw that it was declaring her ‘Mommy’s Pampered Princess.’ “I’ll find you some booties, and you’ll be good to go!”

“Carol!” Joanna whined, tugging at the shirt, as if that was going to make it long enough somehow, imagining walking outside like this. Sure, she’d seen plenty of people dressed pretty much the same, but they were actually into this… She was just doing this for Carol!

“Joking!” Carol raised her hands. “Calm down! I’m not going to make you do that! What do you want to wear, though? We’re going to be late at this rate…”

Joanna looked into the closet, spotting something familiar, that felt relatively safe. “How about this?” She reached in, pulling out a pair of shortalls. They looked a lot like the ones Bobbie had been wearing – which made sense, really, they probably used different sizes of the same outfits for everyone – so she knew her diaper bulge would be visible, and the snaps across the crotch would make it obvious what she had on underneath anyway, but at least it put her diaper out of sight.

“Perfect!” Carol beamed. “Let me help you into it!” They got it on, over the diaper and the shirt, Carol finding her some rainbow print socks and velcro sneakers, and the two of them headed out, Carol holding the bashful Joanna’s hand as they marched down the hall, to the elevator.

The ground floor was every bit as impressive as the windows had made it seem, with delicious smells wafting from the dining tables in front of the counters, the menus of which, now that she was close enough to read, looked like what she’d find in a fancy restaurant… Although, alongside the filet mignon were things like fish sticks, or baby food. There were a few playgrounds, some with bigger versions of the things she’d expect to find at a nice park, others with full-blown carnival rides. The mannequins had some beautiful clothing draped on them, some seemingly designed the show off diapers, others more normal, closer to what models would wear in a fashion show.

Carol led her past all of that, to a conference room, a digital sign overhead reading ‘Orientation’. “Here you go!” she said. “Just scan your wristband! I’ll meet you after my class is over.”

She stood by, watching, until Joanna pressed her wristband to the scanner and saw the green light, the door swinging open to reveal a room full of people, most dressed quite a bit like they were, along with a few at the front, apparently diaper-free. Joanna waddled in uncertainly, turning to look back at Carol, but, by the time she did, the door had closed again.

“JoJo!” one of the women at the front of the room grinned. “There you are!”

“No,” Joanna blushed, feeling everyone turning to stare at her. “I-It’s Joanna…”

“Oh, of course,” the woman nodded. “Your seat is right over there… Yes, the one with the kitty.”

All of the students, mostly women, Jo saw, were seated next to large, stuffed animals, bears, bunnies, dogs, all nearly as big as the person beside them. There was an empty seat next to a cat, and she sat down, glancing over at the toy nervously.

“Wonderful!” the woman smiled. “Now then, we can get started! Welcome, all of you! You’re all first-timers, and I know it can all be a bit overwhelming… Which is why you have your friends! They’re here just for you, so you can take them with you at the end of orientation, or we can have them sent up to your rooms, whichever you wish! Now… Does anyone know about the gold star system we have here?”

Joanna frowned, looking around the room, glad to see everyone else seemed just as confused. “That’s okay!” the woman assured them. “That’s why you’re all here, to learn! As you know, everything here is free… But not everything is free to everyone. I’m very happy to see all of you decided to wear diapers, because that’s enough to get you all your first gold star!”

A chorus of chimes rang out, from, Joanna realized after hearing her own, so close to her, the wristbands. “Great job, everyone!” the woman clapped for them, the rest of the ‘adults’ at the front of the room joining in. “You can earn a total of three stars, and that’s what you’ll need to get the finest things we have to offer.”

“Wait,” a girl a few seats over from Joanna spoke up, pouting, her hair tied up in ribbons, her bright yellow dress barely any longer than the shirt under Joanna’s shortalls. “We paid all this money to come here, and we still have to jump through hoops to…?!”

“Now, now, Patricia,” the woman said, “there’s no need to fret! In fact, I bet you’ve already earned yourself a second star! Your diaper was looking soggy when you came in…”

Patricia blushed, but only slightly, not nearly as much as Jo would have if she’d been called out like that. “Well, yeah,” she admitted. “That’s what we’re here for, isn’t it?”

There was another chime, only one this time, from the direction of the girl with the wet diaper. “It’s as simple as that!” the woman declared. “And the third star is even easier, and more fun, to earn! You’ll all be able to earn all of your stars before the end of orientation, if you want! But first, we have a visitor to help demonstrate how you can all be the sweetest little babies possible!”

The door Joanna had come in from opened again, and in walked… Bobbie, dragging an oversized stuffed rabbit, like the ones beside each of the people here. Joanna’s eyes widened, both at the sight of someone she actually knew, as unlikely as that seemed here, and also at what she looked like. No longer was she wearing the shortalls Joanna had encountered her in, keeping her diaper obvious, but hidden. Instead, she was wearing the nightie Jo had spotted several people, from the windows and on her way here, in. Hers was pink, short enough to leave most of the matching pink diaper – like the one Joanna herself was in – underneath showing, the rest visible through the sheer fabric, only a thin strip, where the fur at the hem was, blocked from sight. Joanna blushed, looking away from the padding, finding her eyes drawn upwards, to the other patch of fur around the top, extending down into almost a bikini top. It was hard to judge, since the shortalls weren’t the most flattering garment, but Bobbie’s breasts almost looked a good bit larger in this, though certainly far better, either way.

Behind her followed a man, her boyfriend, Joanna had to assume, wearing a plain black suit, watching bemusedly as Bobbie flounced to the front of the room, giggling, apparently not bothered in the slightest at the way his girlfriend was acting. Of course, he’d brought her here, and was the one into this, but even Jo, who had only met her briefly, couldn’t stop her skin from crawling, watching this display, after the talk she’d had. Was this all a show, to make him happy?

“Hi, there, Bobbie!” the woman at the front of the room greeted her. “How are you?”

“I’m sooo good!” Bobbie beamed.

“I bet you are,” the woman chuckled. “Now, Bobbie… Tell me the truth… Are you wet?”

Bobbie giggled. “I’m in my diapies,” she said, reaching down, giving them a rub in a way that made Joanna a bit uncomfortable, and pretty sure she meant it in a whole different matter than Patricia had a few minutes earlier. “Of course I’m wet!”

“Of course,” the woman smiled. “How silly of me.”

“Just look at all these babies!” Bobbie looked at them, waving. “Hi, babies!”

“There’s a lot of them, aren’t there?” the woman asked. “How many do you think there are?”

Bobbie stared up at her, then back at the audience. “Umm… There’s one… Uh…” She held one finger up, counting the first person, then turned to the second. She lifted a second finger, brow furrowed. “Three? Umm…” She tried to count the next, then shook her head. “I dunno!” she shrugged. “Too many to count!”

“I’m glad you tried,” the woman told her. “In fact, as a reward, I have a present for you.” The woman went to a cabinet at the side of the room, bringing out a cookie jar, opening it up and taking one out, Bobbie’s eyes widening, diaper crinkling as she started to bounce in place. “You can only have it if you’re a good girl, though.”

Without the slightest hesitation, Bobbie’s knees bent, her face turning red as she let out a grunt. Jo squeaked, hands raising to her face as she saw the rear of Bobbie’s diaper start to expand, to grow, to sag… She couldn’t really be… Could she?! As the smell slowly spread through the room, she got her answer, as Bobbie finished with a happy sigh, plopping down on the floor, bouncing again, this time in a messy diaper. She took the cookie, munching away, her bounces changing as she went, until she saw her bunny, sitting beside her, where she’d dropped it when she started to poop her pants.

With her cookie still in one hand, she dragged the bunny down onto the floor with the other, throwing a leg over it, straddling it, and starting to bounce again, to rub, to – to Joanna’s horror – hump. It was quite the spectacle, and, as much as she wanted to, Jo couldn’t look away, not until Bobbie let out a moan, back arching, then laid down over the bunny, a satisfied smile on her face.

What was going on?! The Bobbie Joanna had talked to had barely been into this, had been doing it for her boyfriend… There was no way she’d have changed her mind that much, that fast…

“You are a good girl,” the woman complimented her. “Thank you so much! It was such a pleasure having you here with us… I can’t wait until your Daddy brings you back.”

“Daddy!” Bobbie squealed, hopping up at the reminder, dragging her bunny with her as she toddled to her boyfriend, who was watching at the back of the room. “Did I do good?”

“You did so good,” he told her.

She smiled deviously, wiggling her bottom, droopy diaper crinkling. “Can I have buzzies, then?”

“Again?” he chuckled. “Already? You are insatiable!”

“Insay… Insuh… What?” Bobbie giggled. “I don’t know what that means!” From the look on her face, Jo was positive that was true, that she wasn’t just playing along. “I can’t even say it! That’s way too big a word, Daddy!”

“That’s okay,” her Daddy patted her on the head. “We’ll see about it after a change, okay?”

“Aww,” Bobbie pouted, as she was led away. “But that’s no fun, Daddy!”

Joanna’s mouth was dry as she watched the door shut on them. What had happened?! That was not the same Bobbie she’d met, not even an hour ago… It was impossible…

“Of course, we don’t expect you all to go quite that far,” the woman laughed. “Bobbie is one of our most… enthusiastic… visitors. If you can wet your diapers, and show us how much you love your new friends there, though, you’ll get your three stars right away! We have bottles ready to help you with the first part.”

Joanna scanned the room, glad to see some of the people there looked almost as uncomfortable as her, though Patricia, and quite a few of the others, looked unphased. The people in grown-up clothes fanned around the room, passing out bottles of milk and juice, but Joanna shook her head. “No thanks,” she told the woman who came to her, asking which she wanted. “I-I’m not thirsty.” It was a lie, yet it was true she had no desire to drink anything from a baby bottle after what she’d seen. “I-I’m happy with one star… I-I think I want to go…”

The woman stared down at her disapprovingly, and, for a long moment, Jo thought she was going to tell her no, that they were going to make her participate. Finally, the woman smiled, said, “Of course. You can leave at any time, JoJo.”

“It’s not JoJo!” Joanna scrambled to her feet, toddling away, her diaper feeling bigger and bulkier than ever as she stumbled back to the door, scanning her wristband and waiting for it to open so she could get out, gasping for breath as if she’d just run a marathon.

To her surprise, even though she’d left ‘class’ so early, by the time she felt ready to move again, Carol was approaching. “Is everything all right?” she asked. “I didn’t think you’d be done so soon!”

“No,” Joanna sniffed. “C-Carol, I’m sorry, I-I don’t think I can…”

“Hey, what’s wrong?” her friend asked, kneeling down next to her. “It’s okay! Here, why don’t we go get something to eat? That’ll make you feel better…”

“I-I don’t…” Joanna said, seeing Bobbie filling her pants again in her mind, knowing that was the inevitable end of whatever she ate now. Looking around, however, she did see one of the bathrooms that Carol had assured her existed here, even saw a woman, scan a wristband and walk in, proving it wasn’t just a prop.

“Did you see any of it on our way here? It looked good, didn’t it?” Jo nodded slowly, allowing Carol to lead her away, over to one of the counters.

Knowing about the star system now, Joanna saw that the menus were divided into sections, although not the way she would have expected. If the stars were supposed to show how much of a baby someone was, it made sense that the more grown-up meals would be reserved for those at only one, or no, stars. Instead, it was the opposite, the only thing available to her being baby food in various flavors, or oatmeal.

She blushed, looking over at Carol, waiting to see what she was going to order. To her surprise, Carol asked for, “The salmon, please, with green beans and… Oh, mashed potatoes.” That was definitely a three star meal, making Joanne wonder if she was mistaken, if she was reading the menu wrong, or if it didn’t really matter that much after all.

“I-Is the steak too much?” she pondered. “I don’t want to be greedy…”

“Get whatever you want!” Carol encouraged her. “It’s all paid for already!”

“All right,” Jo nodded, turning to the worker. “Steak, medium well, and a baked potato. And I guess I should get a veggie, huh? Umm… Peas?”

The woman working there nodded, looking down at the pad where Joanna could scan her wristband. She did, then waited nervously for the light. It blinked, and the woman told them, “It’ll be right out. If you need any help getting into the chairs, your server will be happy to assist you.”

“Help?” Joanna scoffed. “What is she…?”

When she saw the table Carol was leading her to, however, she got her answer. Some of them had normal chairs, while others had only oversized high chairs. Most were a mix of both, although not the one Carol chose. “Do we really have to sit here?” Joanna pouted, having to remind herself that she was doing all of this for Carol. “It’s fine,” she answered herself.

One of the servers was over in a flash, helping them up into the chairs, snapping the trays into place, leaving them sippy cups to drink from while they waited for their food. Joanna tried to unscrew the top of hers before giving up, at least glad it wasn’t a bottle, like they’d tried to give her at the orientation.

“So,” Carol said, after a moment, “What’s wrong? Really? You looked upset… I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with…”

“Well…” Joanna swung her feet, staring down at her tray. Should she tell Carol? She seemed so excited about this place… But seeing the transformation Bobbie had gone through made her very nervous, and Carol deserved to know if there was something shady going on here.

Carol listened to her story, nodding along, sipping at her cup. “That is weird,” she admitted. “But I bet Bobbie was that into it the whole time. She saw how confused you looked when you met her the first time and didn’t want to overwhelm you…”

“Oh,” Joanna mused. “I guess that’s possible…”

“Sure, it is!” Carol said. “She wanted to encourage you, so she pretended she was worried about it, and that she’d realized it wasn’t so bad.”

Before they could say anything more, the server reappeared, setting down a plate of delicious looking food in front of Carol… And several bowls of mush in front of Joanna.

“Wait!” Joanna wrinkled her nose. “This isn’t what I ordered!”

“No,” the server smirked, “but that’s what you’re able to get at your current gold star level.”

“B-But she…” Jo whined, looking at Carol’s salmon unhappily. Had Carol already gotten three stars? What had she done in her orientation?! The server was gone before she could continue, leaving her alone with her baby food, and her thoughts, pouting.

“That looks good,” Carol teased.

“Yeah, sure,” Joanna rolled her eyes. “Do you want some?”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Carol told her. “I don’t think they’d like us trying to get around the rules…”

“You’re the one who wanted this!” Joanna pointed out. “I think if we both stretch, we could switch plates… Or bowls… You came all the way here to act like a baby, don’t you want to eat like one, too?”

“I’ll tell you what,” Carol said. “I’ll leave it up to you. If you really don’t want that, you can have my food, okay? I don’t want you to go hungry after I dragged you here.”

Joanna didn’t want to be stuck eating baby food, of course… Especially after what she’d seen with Bobbie. Carol’s explanation made sense, but, at the same time, it hadn’t felt like Bobbie was lying when she’d seen her the first time, or that she was acting the second. It felt like something had changed, something that had happened here… Or maybe she was just being paranoid, because all of this was so strange and new to her. She nibbled her bottom lip, staring at the food, and her friend, trying to decide how to react to all this.

Should she…

Believe Carol’s theory?

Or try to figure out what really happened to Bobbie?

And, should she…

Switch meals with Carol?

Or play along and eat her baby food?

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The Stepdaughter – Chapter 23

Janet gasped, wincing as she saw a familiar face standing behind her, just as she’d feared. There was no doubt it was Bernice, looking surprisingly hot in a bikini, considering how conservatively she had tended to dress at the office, and what Janet could only assume was her adorable little daughter, wearing a cute, one-piece swimsuit. Janet had no idea how old the girl was, but it was much younger than her, and she definitely looked far more mature at the moment.

What was she going to do?! There was no way the woman hadn’t seen her diaper, since there was no way for her to keep it covered… Had she at least not noticed it was full?! She had a child, so she was probably used to looking for signs of usage, but it was so big and bulky, maybe it wasn’t obvious, even to her… Yet.

It likely didn’t help that Janet’s bladder was dribbling again, however, her anxiety over seeing a familiar face looming over her prompting it to continue letting go, making the inner layer of her diaper get heavier and wetter, starting to drip its way into the first soaker pad. If she didn’t stop, eventually, it would be obvious to everyone, no matter how little experience with babies they had… It was too bad, then, that she didn’t feel like she had any control of it.

What was she supposed to do?! As soon as she’d recognized her former co-worker, she’d ducked her head again, heart pounding while she tried to decide exactly that. Hopefully Bernice didn’t know who she was… But, if not, she was going to think she was some little kid who had gotten separated from her parents, and, considering how overly interested the woman had been in making sure everyone else got all of their work done on time, it seemed like a pretty fair bet that she wasn’t going to let her wander off by herself.

Maybe she’d get lucky, and, like Hazel and Kenzi, Bernice wouldn’t be able to tell it was her, somehow. Of course, she had seen Janet much more recently than the other girls… Just never in this position, down on her hands and knees, hugely diapered bottom up in the air. It had been a little while since Janet had lost her job, then gotten married to someone who made enough money she didn’t have to worry about finding another…. Perhaps she’d forgotten about Janet by now…

“Is everything okay?” Bernice asked gently. Janet ducked her head, feeling the woman’s gaze trying to get a better look at her face, nodded slightly. “Are you sure? What are you doing out here by yourself?”

Was it a mistake, trying to hide? It would be humiliating, letting the woman see it was her, if she didn’t already know, but… Maybe this was her way to make Hazel finally accept that she wasn’t Prissy. If she could get Bernice to talk to her, then this nightmare might be over… Although, given their history, she wasn’t sure she wanted Hazel to find out the truth while her old crony, Kenzi, was there…

“Where are your Mommy and Daddy?” Bernice continued, when Janet didn’t answer. “I’m sure they’re looking for you…”

Janet groaned quietly, indecisively. Was it worth revealing herself to Bernice, knowing she would almost definitely be telling the whole office about this on Monday, and hoping that, after she found out, she’d agree to help her with Zella? Janet had never liked Bernice much, and hadn’t made much of an effort to hide it… She hadn’t actually told the woman that, though, so maybe she hadn’t picked up on it?

“Sweetie?” Bernice began to kneel down, getting closer to Janet’s face, and making it that much harder for her to hide her identity, if that’s what she wanted. “Are your Mommy and Daddy here?”

Silently, Janet pointed off towards the side of the pool, hoping Bernice would let her go crawling back there on her own, apparently having made her choice in the midst of her panic over possibly getting recognized.

“Well, why are they letting you run around on your own?” Bernice shook her head. “I’m going to give them a piece of my mind… You could have fallen in the water and drowned, poor thing! Come on… Can you walk? I don’t want you to get your knees all bumped up, crawling around here.”

That would be more pleasant, so, without thinking, Janet nodded, rocked back to try to stand, only to lose her balance, thanks to the massive padding between her legs, tumbling back onto her bottom, which sank into the much in her diaper, making her blush, nursing harder on her pacifier, mortified to be in this position in front of Bernice.

“Here, let me help,” the woman smiled, offering a hand, Janet quickly looking down at the ground as she took it. She was carefully helped to her feet, her former co-worker keeping ahold of her, clearly realizing she needed help to walk, her daughter clinging to her other hand, staring curiously at their new companion.

Janet didn’t particularly like that, although she was at least able to take some comfort, knowing there was no way the girl would know who she was; if either of the two were going to look at her, she’d prefer it to be the younger. “You’re taller than I expected,” Bernice told her, probably the first time those words had ever been spoken to her. “Now, where did you say your parents were?”

Crap. Janet hadn’t thought it through this far… What was she going to do now?! Who knew what would happen if she let Bernice take her up to some random person… Maybe they’d play along and help her, or, more likely, they’d be confused, and perhaps a bit creeped out, whether they thought she was a child herself or not, having her claim she belonged to them. She had no idea where Kenzi and Hazel had gone off to, but that wasn’t going to be a much better option, either.

She’d been told to stay under her umbrella… Her sitters weren’t going to like it if she showed up wherever they were, not to mention that finding them would probably require waddling around most of the pool, letting even more people see her this way… Maybe she’d get out of trouble if she convinced Bernice to tell them who she was, but then Bernice would know, and she’d still be facing two of her former high school bullies in a very full diaper, that they had put her in, and hoping they’d be nice to her about it…

Why was she so stupid?! How had she let herself get into this mess?! She sucked on her paci, feeling like she was in another hopeless situation, the nervous drip opening up in her diaper again.

“They were over this way, right?” Bernice asked after a moment, waiting another second or two before deciding she was right, pulling Janet along with her.

And, just when Janet thought it couldn’t get any worse, the little girl spoke up. “Mommy,” she whined, “she’s stinky!”

“Melba,” Bernice scolded, as Janet’s eyes widened at being called out. She’d been worried about the girl’s mother noticing… Of course she would know, too, had probably spent even more time, more recently, around toddlers in need of a change, at daycare or whatever. And, if she was anything like her mom, she likely loved tattling on them, telling the caretakers when they had used their diapers. “That’s not very nice to say, is it?”

Was she going to luck out? Would Bernice let it go, thinking Melba meant it in a more general way? Or she could have already known, and was ignoring it already, to let Janet’s ‘parents’ deal with it.

“No, Mommy,” Melba pouted. “Her diapie!”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Bernice glanced down at Janet. “It doesn’t look…”

Before Janet could react – not that there was much she could do – Bernice reached down, gave the rear of her diaper a pat… And paused, hand on the padding. Janet’s paci bobbed faster and faster, horrified, helplessly standing by as the hand drifted upwards, grabbed the waistband, and gave it a tug.

“I’m sorry, Melba,” Bernice told her, “You were right! And I’m sorry to you, too, sweetie… I didn’t realize! You’re diapered up so thick, I wasn’t able to tell… I’d offer to get you cleaned up, but Melba has been out of diapers for a while now, so I didn’t bring any. All the more reason for us to find your Momm…”

To Janet’s surprise, Bernice let go of her diaper, letting it snap back into place, turning her around, staring her right in the face, her expression suddenly changing, wiping away any hope Janet had that she wouldn’t be able to figure out who she was, thanks to her infantile attire. “Janet?” the other woman’s eyes widened, looking her up and down.

Janet wanted to shake her head, but it was obvious there was little point now. She sighed, nodding her head, going back to tugging at her tankini top, although there wasn’t much of a reason for that, either… Bernice had been getting a good view of her diaper for a while now, including the inside.

“Well,” Bernice blinked, a slow smirk building across her face, “is this what you’ve been doing since you were laid off?”

“N-No!” Janet finally spoke, though it was still muffled by the pacifier she hadn’t removed from her mouth, no longer having to worry her voice would tip the other woman off.

“Really?” Bernice asked. “It looks like you’re pretty comfortable with it… I’d heard you had gotten married, so I suppose you found someone who knew how to deal with you.” Janet’s stomach lurched, the words slamming into it like a brick. Did she think Janet deserved this?!

“You know her, Mommy?” Melba looked up at her.

“Yes, sweetie,” Bernice told her. “She used to work with Mommy.”

“What?” Melba giggled. “But she’s a baby!”

Janet blushed, hearing herself declared that by someone far closer to actually being one. “She is,” her mother agreed. “But she was pretending not to be. I don’t think she fooled many people, though… She was always being lazy, and making excuses for why she couldn’t get her work done on time…”

“That was none of your business!” Janet stomped her foot, glaring up at Bernice, all her frustrations at her from their time working together bubbling to the surface. “You weren’t a manager! You should have… Hey!”

Janet gasped as Bernice reached into her bag, pulling out her cell phone and snapping a picture. “I can’t wait to show this to everyone,” she said, admiring her handiwork. “I’m sure they’ll all be just as happy to see how things ended up for you…”

“No!” Janet shook her head. “Bernice, no!”

“Well, then,” the woman slid the phone back into her bag, “now that don’t have to worry about leaving a child on her own, wandering around by the pool, I have better things to do. It was very nice to see you, Janet.”

Janet watched Bernice walk away, in the other direction, taking her daughter – and the phone with the picture of Janet – with her. As much as Janet would have liked to sneak up on her, snatch the phone away, without her help, she wouldn’t even be able to walk… She’d have to try to catch up with her on her hands and knees, and then attempt to reach up and into the bag without being seen.

It wasn’t going to happen, plain and simple. Not that way, at least… Perhaps, if she went with them, however, and hung out long enough, she could convince Bernice to take mercy on her… Or, while Bernice was distracted with something else, she could grab the phone and toss it into the pool. There was nowhere for her to hide it, and no chance of her getting back to her umbrella without Bernice outrunning – or walking, really, since that was all she’d need to do – her so destroying the whole thing was probably her best bet.

Then again, she didn’t work there anymore… Did it actually matter what the people there thought of her? She didn’t like the thought of anyone seeing her this way, however, she’d already been paraded around with her diapers exposed through the store, and around the pool… Yes, the people at the office knew who she was, but there was likely just as much of a chance of her seeing them again, as there was of her seeing any of these other people who had seen her.

And, now that Bernice already knew, what would the harm be in having her convince Hazel and Kenzi of her true identity? It would be embarrassing, letting them know who they’d really been treating like a little kid, but it would hopefully get them to let her out of diapers, and put a stop to this… They probably wouldn’t let her live it down, though, with any luck, not in front of Harrison; Hazel wouldn’t want to admit what she’d done to her step-mother in front of her dad, right?

On the other hand, they’d already come this far… Would they bother to let her go now, or would they keep this going through the weekend anyway, for more of a shot at tormenting one of their favorite victims? If they knew who she was, it might make things even worse, if that was possible…

Maybe she should let Bernice go, be good, head back to her umbrella, wait for Zella and Kenzi, like she’d been told to do. She could make an effort to get the towel, or just accept her fate and let her diaper continue to show. After all, what did it really matter now? Except, when she looked over in that direction, she realized that, as she’d been gone, her spot had been claimed.

They looked old enough to be in college, or just about ready to start, and there was no need for them to be at the shallow end of the pool. She was definitely older than them… Not that she’d expect them to believe her if she told them that. If she was really lucky, they’d move on before her sitters returned, but, if not, they’d know she’d been naughty and left her post, at least for long enough to let it get claimed…

She looked back over at Bernice, knowing the woman was almost out of earshot already. She had to make up her mind now, or she’d lose sight of Bernice, and there was no way she could catch up if she didn’t call out for the other woman to make her slow down for her. Should she let her go? Should she go do whatever she had to do to get her umbrella back? Or would it be better to go to Bernice for help… Or to get to the phone?

What should Janet do?

Go after Bernice, and wait for a chance to grab her phone?

Have Bernice explain things to Hazel and Kenzi?

Ask for Bernice’s help in re-claiming her beach chair?

Try to get her beach chair back on her own?

Or go try to get a towel, and wait to see if the teenagers will leave before her babysitters return?

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All I Want for Christmas – Chapter 1

“No way,” Joanna shook her head, staring at the window at the building looming closer and closer as Carol’s car headed down the long driveway. “Carol, no! This isn’t fair… How could you tell me not to get you anything this year?!”

When she’d heard that, she’d assumed something was wrong, that maybe her friend had lost her job, or things had turned bad with her boyfriend, and she was scrambling around, more worried about finding a new place to move into, rather than shopping for presents. Of course, Carol didn’t help with that, staying intentionally vague, only telling Joanna to clear her schedule for this weekend, but not to worry about packing anything.

Joanna had tried to gauge how things were going on the drive, though Carol refused to let anything slip. “Let’s not talk about Ted,” she’d say when Joanna brought him up. If she’d had to guess, Joanna would have taken that as a bad sign, but with Carol, it was hard to tell sometimes.

As soon as she saw the gate, she knew that something more was up. They’d been driving on empty road for a good, long while, Carol seeming to take a turn at random, on a route that took them from flat, empty farmland to a thick forest, in the middle of which was a large, imposing gate, surrounded by a tall, black fence.

“What is this?” Joanna had joked. “Jurassic Park?”

Carol had given her a faint smile. “Sure,” she’d said. “Something like that.” She was tapping through her phone, Joanna wondering if this was a mistake, if they’d taken a wrong turn, even though there had only been one in the past hour or so, when, suddenly, the gates sprang to life, slowly swinging open, revealing that, apparently, they were meant to be here.

The other side didn’t look any different at first, apart from the area in front of the gate having been cleared of trees, to allow it room to move. Being inside, however, felt different in a way, something making Joanna’s heart beat a little faster as she glanced into the rear-view mirror, and saw the gates shutting behind them again.

The road continued straight, through the woods, slowly thinning out, Joanna more curious than ever to see what waited on the other side, straining and squirming in her seat to try to catch a glimpse, part of her almost convinced, at this point, that there were going to be dinosaurs there. Once the trees stopped completely, they were in the middle of sweeping plains, although the grass looked too perfectly manicured for it to be there to feed any giant, prehistoric beasts; this was more like a huge front yard, ready for a thousand picnic blankets.

That sight was what tipped Joanna off that this wasn’t a road anymore after all, that it was a driveway. When she saw the building in the distance, it appeared to confirm those thoughts, and, the nearer they got, the more certain she was. It was hard to tell exactly what it was, what they were in for, but there was no doubt this place was huge, and fancy. It looked more like a sprawling manor than a business, and she saw no sign giving it a name, though it pretty much had to be a resort, or spa, or something along those lines.

“Because this is all I want,” Carol reached over, giving her friend’s hand a squeeze. “You being here with me, doing this…”

“Carol,” Joanna looked over at her. “I don’t even know what this is, but I already know it’s too much… I could’ve at least gotten you a gift card or something!”

“Just wait,” Carol cautioned. “You’re right… You don’t know what this is yet. You might not be so grateful once you do…”

That brought back the ominous feeling in the pit of her stomach she’d had, watching the gates close, although she knew she was being silly. The isolation of this place was weird, yes, but Carol wouldn’t take her anywhere dangerous… Would she? Unless something had changed, she adored Joanna, had always called her the little sister she never had, partially to annoy Joanna, who was a few months older than her, even if nobody would have ever guessed that, looking at them, thanks to the height – and bra sizes – Carol had on her.

“I’m sure I’ll love it, whatever it is,” Joanna told her.

“I hope so,” Carol nodded, turning to smile at her. “All I want for Christmas is you here with me.”

Finally, they were at the entrance, Carol bringing the car to a stop. Joanna had been told not to bring anything, so there was nothing to get out of the trunk, no reason to do anything after she stepped out of the car, other than gawk up at the building, while Carol walked around the front of the car, handing the keys to a valet who was waiting at the foot of the stairs leading to the front door. The car drove away – Joanna couldn’t tell where to, no parking lots of garages in sight – leaving them all alone.

“Are you ready?” Carol took her hand again.

“As far as I know,” Joanna shrugged. “Are you sure you don’t want to give me a hint?”

“You’ll figure it out,” Carol winked, starting up the steps, pulling the other woman behind. “Let’s go!”

Joanna followed, waiting to see any other sign of life, apart from the valet, so she could search it for any indication of what was waiting for her inside. There was nothing, not until the door swung open on its own, not unlike the gate – though without Carol’s phone this time – and she spotted a woman sitting behind a large, white, marble desk.

“Miss Van Sant and guest?” the woman smiled pleasantly. “Lovely to see you both!”

“Thanks,” Carol answered. “Come on, JoJo, let’s get checked in.”

“JoJo,” the woman at the desk chuckled. “What a charming name.”

“No,” Joanna glared at her friend. “It’s Joanna.”

“Of course,” the woman nodded, sliding a pair of small screens across the desk. “If you could just place your hands on these, face down.”

Carol gladly complied, but Joanna hesitated. “What is this for?”

“We pride ourselves on our privacy, and security,” the woman told her.

“But what is it..?” Joanna pushed.

“It’s no big deal, Joanna,” Carol assured her. “Look, I already got the green light! It only takes a second!”

Joanna saw a light built into the top of the screens, the one on hers glowing a soft red, while Carol’s was, in fact, green. It wasn’t an answer to her question, however. “But what do you need it for?”

“We’re just getting your fingerprints,” the woman finally admitted. “We can do it the old-fashioned way, but the screening will take significantly longer, and you won’t be able to go to your room until it’s finished.”

“Why do you need my fingerprints?!” Joanna demanded.

“Joanna, calm down,” Carol rubbed her shoulder. “It’s fine!”

“Why?!” Joanna asked again anyway.

The woman smiled, the expression starting to feel slightly unsettling. “We pride ourselves on our privacy, and security,” she repeated.

“It’s worth it,” Carol promised. “Remember, this is all I want from you this Christmas… We can’t start having fun until you do it, and I’ve been looking forward to it for so long! Is it really that much to ask for you to put your little fingers on that screen?”

Joanna sighed, shook her head. “This is really weird, Carol,” she informed her friend, but, not wanting to be a buzzkill, she set her fingers down on the screen, which flashed white, and, a second later, the light turned green.

“Other hands now, please,” the woman behind the counter requested. Joanna bit her tongue, knowing it wasn’t worth getting into the whole argument again, no matter how unnecessary it seemed, to her, to give this place all of her fingerprints.

“Perfect!” the woman declared, once two more green lights had flashed, sliding the screens back under the desk. “Do you want any valuables you’d like for us to look after?”

Carol happily set her purse on the counter, sliding the watch off her wrist and tucking it inside, glancing over at Joanna. “We’ll take good care of them,” the worker said. “We will, of course, provide anything you need inside, free of charge.”

Joanna put her purse beside her friend’s; like the pair themselves, Joanna’s was a good bit smaller. She’d brought some credit cards, just in case, and her ID and phone. She opened up her purse to get out the latter, the woman shaking her head. “We don’t allow those here. We’re here to help you get away from the world.”

“Should I at least…?” Joanna started to slide her driver’s license out of its holder.

“That’s tied into these,” the woman whisked their purses away, putting, in their place, a pair of pink wristbands. “So be sure not to mix them up, dears. They are water resistant, but it isn’t a bad idea to take them off if you’re going for a swim, or taking a long shower. They should be fine… Better safe than sorry, though.” She gave them a wink, Carol picking hers up, snapping it around her wrist. “Do you need some help?”

“No,” Joanna picked her up, turning it over. It looked like a simple, rubber bracelet; there was no reason putting it on should be a problem. “I got it.” She wrapped it around her wrist, pushing the two ends together with a soft pop.

“Now, then,” the woman typed on her keyboard for a moment. “If you would go to that door, Carol,” she gestured to one side of her desk, “and you to that one, Joanna.”

Joanna’s eyes darted over to her friend. “No need to worry,” the woman smiled. “You’ll be reunited soon enough… This is only to give you privacy while you get changed. Your clothes will be laundered, and be waiting for you in those rooms when you check out, along with your purses. Your wardrobe for the duration of the stay is already waiting in your rooms, but, of course, if you dislike any of it, we have a wide variety of designs to choose from, and they can be ready in your size in under an hour. Enjoy your stay!”

“Don’t look so scared,” Carol told Joanna. “It’s going to be fine.”

They separated at the desk, Joanna less certain about that than her friend seemed to be. There was a plain, white door to either side, with no handle, or knob, or even hinges, nothing to open it with, or indicate how they would open. Instead, they had a small square of glass set into the wall beside them, diagrams hanging over them showing to press the wristbands against them.

Carol did hers first, the door sliding open with a whoosh, looking like something from a science fiction movie. “See you on the other side, JoJo!” she waved, stepping into the room.

What was this place?! Joanna felt like she knew less than ever… But, as Carol’s door slid closed again, she also knew she had no choice. Carol had driven, and her car was already… Somewhere else, she didn’t even know where. She’d turned over her purse, her phone, her driver’s license…. She wasn’t going anywhere without Carol, and, to get to her, she’d have to go through this room, apparently.

She turned her wrist, pushing the bracelet against the glass. Instantly, the door slid open, revealing a small, white room that she reluctantly stepped into. A fluffy, white robe was hanging up, perfectly sized for her, a pair of matching slippers on the floor beneath it. There was a shelf on the wall, too small and high to be a seat, clearly meant for her to put her clothes on.

The idea of stripping down in a strange place made her uneasy, although knowing that Carol was in the other room, doing the same, helped a bit. She was definitely glad they were together, as the thought of doing this next to her larger friend was much more embarrassing. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, eyes scanning the walls, not seeing anything that jumped out immediately as a camera. That didn’t mean there wasn’t one there, obviously, but it helped a little as she tugged down her jeans.

She folded everything up, placing it on the shelf, beside her shoes, and pulled on the robe, stepping into the slippers, looking around for the exit. From the inside, it was hard to even spot the door she’d entered from, much less wherever she was supposed to leave, however, when she took a step away from the entrance, the wall in front of her changed.

Were these screens? They’d looked like normal walls to her, but, suddenly, text had appeared. “Please remove all clothing,” it told her.

“Is that really necessary?” she sighed. She hoped this was an automatic thing, that it was a machine watching her, and not a person, though, either way, she was now positive there was a camera in there somewhere. She crossed her arms stubbornly, waiting. “This is plenty,” she informed whoever, or whatever, was watching.

Finally, she gave in, taking off the robe and slippers, and then everything underneath. She moved quickly, not wanting to put on too much of a show for whatever her audience was, removing her underwear, her bra, her socks, tossing them onto the shelf. For a moment, after it was done, she could have sworn the room got ever so slightly brighter, but by then, she was too busy rapidly getting the robe and slippers on to investigate.

Once the robe was tied, the wall in front of her slid open. Defiantly, she turned, wanting to grab her underthings, anyway, only to see the wall lowering down in front of the hole the shelf had vanished into. “This had better be worth it,” she grumbled, pulling the robe tighter around herself.

“It will be,” Carol promised. “What took you so long?” She grabbed Joanna’s hand, tugging her out of the room. “That’s the hard part over,” she said. “Now we can just relax! I have some things planned for us, but we can go at your pace… I don’t want to overwhelm you…”

“Overwhelm me with what?” Joanna asked, as she was led down a stark, white hallway, to the elevator at the end, which seemed to be the only way out.

“Well,” Carol said, leading her friend into the elevator, scanning her wristband on the pad there, the doors shutting automatically as it started to rise. “I’ve been keeping a little secret from you, Joanna… I know we promised we’d tell each other everything, but this one is pretty embarrassing… After I found out about this place, though, I knew that the only person I’d want to share it with was you.”

“That’s sweet,” Joanna smiled. “And you know I wouldn’t tell anyone else, no matter how…”

Elevator doors opened, on the opposite side as the ones they’d come through, onto what looked like a hotel hallway. There were rooms along only the outer wall, however, while the inner wall was made of glass, looking out onto the interior of the manor. Joanna’s eyes widened, unable to stop herself from rushing forward, staring down at a candy-colored wonderland beneath her. The centerpiece was a huge playground, and, around the edge, she saw multiple swimming pools, food counters, what appeared to be clothing stores, with rows of mannequins set up to walk through and pick outfits from…

But that wasn’t nearly the strangest thing about it… It was odd, seeing it all there like that, in one big mix, but the people she saw enjoying it were far more startling. Some of them were dressed ‘normally’, if perhaps a bit old-fashioned, many of the women in long dresses, many polka-dotted, the skirts full with petticoats, the men mostly in suits. The majority of them, however, were wearing something much different.

There was more variety there, some in tiny, frilly dresses, some in what could almost have been mistaken for a bodysuit, some just shirts above their waist, most of those cropped high, above the belly button. Sprinkled here and there, she saw several in what looked like a nightie, sheer fabric, with fur around the extremely high hem, and the low-cut tops. All of them had just one thing in common.

“A-Are they wearing…?!” Joanna gasped, eyes widening, leaning out further, unable to believe it.

“Joanna!” Carol blushed, pulling her away. “Don’t stare! I thought if anyone would understand, it would be you…”

“Wait,” Joanna’s mind whirled as Carol pulled her down the hall, her gaze still on the glass wall. “I-Is this… Are you…?”

Carol used her wristband to open one of the doors, and, inside, Joanna saw a pair of beds, large, plush, and comfy looking. There were two closets, one on each side of the room, both overflowing with outfits like the ones she’d seen out the window. There was another piece of furniture in the room, too, one she’d never seen in that sized, stacked high with exactly the thing she hadn’t been able to bring herself to finish asking about.

“You hate it,” Carol looked crestfallen. “I knew I should have found some way to bring this up before! I was just so excited, and I wanted someone to be here to share it with me, and I knew Ted would never get it, but I thought…”

“Carol,” Joanna said calmly, or as calmly as she could in the moment. “You’re telling me that you like…?”

“I’m an Adult Baby, okay?!” Carol exclaimed. “Yes, I like diapers, and dressing up like a little girl! If you wanna tell all our friends about it, then fine! Whatever!”

Even if she would have been the kind of person to do that, Joanna realized, there was no way they’d believe it. No wonder they didn’t allow phones in here… They didn’t want to risk any pictures getting out. “No,” she shook her head. “No, it’s okay… I-I just… I’m surprised. I-I do wish I’d had some warning, I just… I never would have…” She looked around the room, cheeks burning as she saw the changing table again, the diapers. “I-I have to wear them, too?”

“You don’t have to,” Carol shrugged. “I registered you as a baby because I thought you’d want to be my playmate, but I can call and switch you to a Mommy… O-Or I can take you home…”

Part of Joanna did want that. She’d heard of ABs before, faintly, but it wasn’t something she’d ever been interested in looking into further… It was obvious Carol wanted this, however… And it was all she wanted for Christmas…

“No, we should stay,” she said. Her friend had clearly also spent a lot of money on this, and who knew what kind of refund policy this place had. “I just… I-I don’t know about the…” She wrinkled her nose. “Can I… think about it?”

“Of course,” Carol smiled softly. “I booked some classes for us… I couldn’t get us both in the same one, but I got one one that’s kind of an intro to this kind of thing, to ease you into it… If you want to wear there, that’s great… If not, maybe by the end of it, you’ll be interested… Or not! That’s okay, too!”

Joanna perked up. “So there are some regular panties here I can wear?”

Carol’s cheeks darkened. “Well… Not right now… B-But I could have some sent, if you want… Or maybe some training panties?”

Obviously, that wasn’t what she wanted… And Joanna did want to give her what she wanted, but… “I-I need to think about it,” she repeated. “I think I’ll go for a walk for a minute.”

“Yeah, totally,” Carol nodded. “I’m gonna take a shower, then.”

Joanna stepped outside the room, back into the hall, letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. What was this?! She stared down at the chaos below her again, still finding it hard to believe. Were there really that many people into this?! And to sustain a place this size?!

She didn’t know where she was going, though it certainly wasn’t going to be far, when she had on only a robe. She did just need to walk, to try to clear her head. It meant a lot to her that Carol would confide this in her, would want her to be here for what seemed like a pretty major event… But how much of this did she really want to participate in herself?

She was so lost in thought that, despite the glass walls, she still managed to be surprised as she turned a corner, and nearly ran into another woman. “Oh! Sorry!” she gasped, barely stopping in time.

“It’s all right,” the woman told her. She was a little taller than Joanna, but not by much, and her outfit made her look decades younger. She was in a pair of shortalls, snaps across the crotch, which was bulging at the waist, a pink shirt underneath with puffed sleeves. “You must be new here, huh?”

“Huh?” Joanna frowned, looking up at her.

“The robe,” the woman pointed out. “You haven’t gotten changed yet.”

“Oh!” Joanna blushed. “I-I don’t know if I’m gonna get changed… I-I don’t wear diapers! N-Not that there’s anything wrong with it, I just…”

“Did your boyfriend drag you here, too?” the woman rolled her eyes. “I mean, there are definitely worse things they could be into, right? But it is a little weird…” She tugged at the strap of her shortalls. “My name is Bobbie, by the way.”

“Joanna,” she introduced herself. “So, you aren’t…?”

“An AB/DL? Nah, I don’t think so… But there are definitely worse places to find that out for sure than here.” She gave Joanna a wink. “It’s way nicer than any other hotel I’ve gotten him to spring for.”

“But…” Joanne’s eyes were drawn back to the diaper bulge. “I-I don’t know if I can…”

“They aren’t that bad,” Bobbie said. “I just don’t know if I’d want to wear them all the time or anything. You do get used to them.” She gave her bottom a wiggle, producing a crinkling sound that made Joanne’s cheeks warm more than hers. “And they make him happy.”

“I-I’m here with a friend,” Joanna clarified, answering Bobbie’s question a few moments late. “She kinda took me by surprise…”

“Just a friend, huh?” Bobbie smirked. “Diapers or not, this is still a pretty nice place for her to bring you.”

Joanna nodded. “Yeah, I guess..” she looked through the glass wall again uncertainly.

“Bobbie!” a male voice called. “Where’d you go?”

“Sorry,” the girl giggled. “Gotta run. I’d say we should hook back up, but we’re leaving later today, so I hope you have fun!” She turned, yelling down the hall, “Coming, Daddy!”, and trotting away, turning to wave at Joanna, who returned the gesture shyly.

She seemed nice enough… And it gave Joanna hope that this place wouldn’t be all bad, even if she wasn’t into it. She still didn’t have an answer, however, as she walked the rest of the way around the floor, ending up back at her room. She scanned her wristband, part of her relieved to see Carol was still in the shower.

Carol’s bed was further away, near the window, so Joanna got close enough to it to see her friend’s wristband on the bedside table when she went to open the curtains, only to discover that it wasn’t a real window, but a screen, projecting a pleasant looking landscape, covered in snow, huge pine trees decked out in lights here and there. It was festive, and, she supposed, secure, ensuring nobody could get photos of the people inside, and yet something about not being able to see what was really happening outside was unsettling.

She heard the water shut off, knew that Carol would be coming out in a few moment, that she’d need to come up with her choice before then. This place did look nice, and part of her felt like she owed it to Carol to give it a real shot… And meeting Bobbie had helped her put things in perspective a little. Was she really going to spend the weekend wearing diapers, though?!

Her eyes turned back to the wristband, too, just sitting there. It looked the same as hers, and she had no idea if there was any difference whatsoever… She almost wanted to switch them to try to find out. She had no idea how she’d know, if she’d know… She didn’t want to mess this up for her friend, however, when she’d obviously been looking forward to it… But they could always switch back… Was it really worth it?

She looked over at the fake window, at the bedside table, then the changing table, in turn. What was she going to do?

Should Joanna…

Switch wristbands?

Or leave them alone?

And will she choose…

Diapers?

Training panties?

Or regular underwear?

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A Normal Rescue

It was supposed to be a simple rescue operation, nothing more. Clarke was one of the few superheroes powerful enough to stand on her own, not to need some team to fight with, or to raise her brand awareness – from what she understood, in a lot of cases, it was more the latter that motivated heroes nowadays. She stood alone, as The Valkyrie, able to fly, to punch through buildings, to shoot beams from her eyes that could melt most Earth metals… Whatever was going on, whoever this new villain was, Clarke knew she was overkill, but she could see why she’d been hired anyway; if the group went to another team, they’d be admitting that they were too weak on their own, that whoever they turned to was better, more capable. Going to The Valkyrie didn’t have that stigma, since that was just common knowledge.

The two heroes that had vanished were fairly new, too, and Clarke had felt bad for them. Their team was playing coy about what, exactly, had happened to them, why their other members didn’t feel equipped to handle it on their own, but Clarke was always happy to see other women joining the fight, and to lose them so soon would have been a tragedy. It was her responsibility to do this, to save them from whoever, or whatever, had defeated them, and get them back on patrol.

As powerful as she was, it was hard to judge how difficult something would be for another hero, so, while it seemed quite easy to fight her way through the robotic nurses guarding the pair, Clarke did her best not to judge them, to wonder why they couldn’t have gotten out on their own… Or simply avoided capture in the first place.

It was much harder to withhold judgement once she found the room where they were being held, however, kicking open the door to reveal the two superheroes sitting and playing with blocks as they sucked away on oversized pacifiers, wearing nothing more than hugely thick, disposable diapers… The one on the smaller one, the girl Clarke had been told was the Scarlet Sage, supposedly a genius, looking rather lumpy, a light brown stain forming on the backside.

Even The Valkyrie was taken aback by that, unsure of how to react, or what to say. There were plenty of villains who wanted to not just defeat the heroes who came after them, but humiliate them… This was a whole other level, though, far beyond anything she had ever seen. “A-Are you two… okay?” she asked hesitantly.

And that was when the Scarlet Sage opened her mouth, wailed out, “Mommy!”

“Don’t worry, dear,” the woman said calmly, Clarke barely suppressing a jump of surprise, somehow, despite her super-hearing, not having heard her approach from behind. She looked quite unassuming, a young woman in a simple, flowery dress, but Clarke knew that appearances could be deceiving. “Mommy’s here. I won’t let the bad lady hurt you.”

“I don’t know what you did to them,” The Valkyrie declared, “but I’m not going to let you get away with it.”

The woman smirked, cocked her head. “You’re not? Well, I’d certainly like to see you try.”

Clarke didn’t wanted to kill the woman, or hurt her too badly, and she had no idea if she had any damage resistance, so she pulled her punch… Not that it mattered, since it never made contact. The woman gave a simple clap of her hands, and suddenly, the room was inundated with music, pounding especially loud in Clarke’s ears, stopping her in her tracks. Instantly, she could tell something was wrong with it, her vision beginning to soften, her head spinning.

“It’s wonderful to see you, Clarkie,” the woman smirked. “I think you’re going to fit right in. Don’t worry about your pesky powers… My hypnosis is taking care of them as we speak. Before long – maybe already – you’re going to be as weak as a newborn baby.”

How did she known her name?! The Valkyrie whimpered, closing her eyes for a moment, trying to shake the effects of the music off, knowing, as sensitive as her hearing was, there was no use trying to cover her ears. Desperately, she swung again, but the woman didn’t flinch, a sight Clarke wasn’t used to seeing, even from her toughest foes. Was she right? Was this hypnosis truly powerful enough to make her that confident she could survive a strike from The Valkyrie?

It was certainly enough to make Clarke doubt herself, for a moment, as the woman reached up and caught her fist. “Here,” she said gently. “Let’s get you properly dressed…”

Clarke gulped, looking at the other two heroes worriedly, slowly realizing she was about to become one of them. “B-But…” Her eyes widened as she was led towards the changing table, bringing that terrifying thought closer and closer to reality. “Wh-Who are you?!” she demanded.

“Oh, sweetie,” the woman grinned, “you can just call me Mommy.”