by Devon Shire
I listened for some sound of Seth or Kayla. I listened for footsteps or some sign they had heard my escape. Nothing. There was complete and total silence. It settled around me like a blanket until I started to move again.
Like before, the sleeper forced me to crawl. I thought this might be useful. If I remained on my hands and knees, then the chances of them spotting me went down quite a bit.
Breathing out, I reached for the knob. Turning it proved to be a challenge without use of my fingers, but by gripping the handle between both hands, I managed to turn it and pull the door inward.
After a second, I poked my head out and saw the hall was clear. I started to crawl. Part of me wanted to rush, but the faster I went, the more noise I would have made. Trying to find the right balance between stealth and speed, I worked my way back to the front door.
Then I saw it. The exit. In just a few short minutes, I could be outside. Then I could find a neighbor and get help. My heart started to beat faster as hope and excitement mixed through me. This could really happen. I might finally defeat them.
I crawled for the front door. I scampered along like a toddler who got too excited and didn’t want to bother with wobbly steps.
I made it within three feet when a jolt of pain shot out from my collar. I had forgotten about it. The pain lanced through me and I cried out. My eyes watered, though the pain hurt more for its surprise. Still, I fell down onto my stomach. It took me a heartbeat to reorient myself.
They must have heard me. I had to move.
I scampered forward again and another electrical charge shot from the collar. The jolt of pain couldn’t make me cry, but it made me stop again. I let out another little yelp, and I heard footsteps. I tried to make it across the invisible line a third time. Again, the collar zapped me.
“Silly girl. Did you think we wouldn’t put up a few barriers to make sure you didn’t wander off?” asked Kayla.
I turned around and saw her there with her hands on her hips. My leash was balled up in one of her hands. My lower lip quivered and part of me wanted to cry then. It wasn’t from the pain though. No, I wanted to let go and bawl because they had me. I couldn’t get out. As long as I had this collar on, I couldn’t make it past whatever invisible fence they had to keep me penned and under their control.
“C’mon silly girl. I’ll give you a little treat to help you sleep.”
Kayla came over and leashed me again. Then she walked me back through the house. I had hoped she would take me to the living room. Instead, she led me back to the nursery and helped me back into the crib. After a pleading look, she did let me out of the sleeper.
I laid down on my back and felt my legs part automatically because I still hated the crunched bulk of my diaper. Kayla didn’t simply let me pout there. She slipped another pacifier into my mouth, and as much as I hated to admit it, the repetition of sucking did help me calm down. I started to let go of my problems and the stress from being so desperate to get away.
“We’re going to take care of you,” she cooed back at me. She spoke as if she didn’t expect a response. “We’re going to take such good care of you.”
Kayla kneeled by the crib and stuck her arms through the bars. With one hand, she petted my forehead. The motions were soft and gentle and made me want to relax even more. Despite the disappointment, she had a way of making me settle down. A moment later, I let out a moan of pleasure through the pacifier because Kayla slipped her other hand into my diaper.
“You’re going to be such a good girl. You’re going to learn how to obey and be so very sweet for us,” as those words slid onto the air, her fingers found my slit. She started to stroke me and I wanted to struggle, but I couldn’t. Instead, I savored every impulse and sensation. I loved it.
No matter how much I lied to myself, I absolutely enjoyed every touch. She worked her finger deeper and I became a different kind of wet. She worked her finger against my clit and massaged me with expert precision. I started to move my hips, hoping to come a little faster. Whenever I tried though, Kayla slowed down. She made it clear by touch alone who was in charge.
If I wanted any chance of another climax, I had to be a good girl. Nostrils flared, I settled back down. Kayla smiled back at me as though I just learned an important lesson. Her fingertips sped up and I started to let out those little moans again. I felt myself getting so hot and so wet. Despite the diaper, the baby cage, and the myriad of demeaning moments, this made it worth it.
My eyes shot open at the thought. I didn’t get the chance to consider it.
The orgasm ran through my blood, the pleasure shooting through me like a tsunami. It came in waves, each one washing against me with more intensity. I clenched up as Kayla slipped her hand from my diaper.
As I basked in the orgasm’s afterglow, Kayla remained with me. She petted me and cooed back at me about how I was going to be such a good baby girl. I smiled and closed my eyes as I assumed a fetal position. It just felt right and I didn’t even notice the crinkle of my diaper. Again, I felt myself drifting. I didn’t quite fall asleep, but I got close.
When the petting stopped, I became a bit more aware. I didn’t open my eyes, but I asked through the pacifier, “How long am I going to be your baby?”
Between the nipple and my own drowsiness, those words probably sounded muffled but Kayla had no trouble understanding. “Forever,” she told me. “You’re going to be a happy little baby. And even if you get defiant from time to time, we’re going to tease you and play with you and love you. You’re going to have such a wonderful life as our baby girl. And even when we can’t be here, we’ll get you wonderful babysitters who’d love to play with a happy little baby like you. Angela would be a good one, don’t you think? Yes, you’re going to love being a baby girl.”
Angela. She was the RA, the girl I didn’t like, and I realized they planned on showing me off. I wanted to snap up and rebel again. Simply saying no would have been act of defiance, but I couldn’t do it. My eyes remained closed as she told me about how things would be from now on, and I couldn’t defy her.
“Forever.” Her answer hovered above me as I fell into a deep and contented sleep.
The End
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Tiffany’s Confession
Devon Shire
Tiffany had a confession. She had to tell him, and time had pretty much run out. As her last moments fluttered by, she searched for the courage needed to do this. She had to do it; she had to tell him. For weeks now, she had imagined this moment and how she could approach this subject. What would he say? Would he hate her? Dump her? It seemed as though a hundred terrible things could happen if she told him the truth.
She kept going over the words in her head. They came out clunky and awkward. They had a great sex life, but the kinds of things she wanted to bring into their relationship were so aberrant and abnormal, she couldn’t guess how Cale would react. Cale, she practiced silently, I’m into something called age play. This means that I fantasize about being treated like a baby girl. I want you to diaper me and feed me and tease me as though I were your little girl. Those words seemed so easy online or when she touched herself, but right there, with a guy she really, really liked—probably loved—Tiffany couldn’t make the words sound anything but stilted.
But if he loved her, then he wouldn’t leave her over something like this.
He had his arms around her as Tiffany leaned her head against his chest. He felt so soft and firm at the same time. He made her feel safe and secure. This is what having a boyfriend was all about. She loved him, and she didn’t want to lose him, which only intensified the fears bubbling through her chest.
As the movie finished up, Tiffany reminded herself of the promise she made. She was going to tell him before the movie ended. Exciting music came on and the two main characters sprinted across the screen to do something important. Tiffany couldn’t really bring herself to ca
re, not as she snuggled closer to Cale. He felt so good, and she didn’t want to lose this.
Part of her wanted to chick out. She didn’t really need the age play games to be happy, she thought to herself. They could go on like a regular couple. But then those regression fantasies were such a big part of her. Even as a little girl, she had been fascinated by diapers and baby clothes and everything that went with infantilism. Giving it up now or pretending it wasn’t part of her psyche just seemed silly somehow.
Tiffany had to tell him. She knew this, but getting the words to fit just didn’t come easily. Finally, the screen went dark and the ending credits started to roll. Cale tried to nudge her up, probably so he could grab the remote, but she refused to budge.
“Wait, there’s something we need to talk about.”
“What is it?” he said, his tone full of concern. “Is something wrong?”
“No, not wrong, but there is something we need to talk.”
“Tiffany, those aren’t words a guy really likes to hear.” He started to rub her back. Although it would have felt a lot better without her shirt on, she took what comfort she could from the gesture. He was always such a good boyfriend. He cared about her and he put her first. She didn’t want to lose this. Again, hesitation and fear mingled together and threatened to keep her from telling him the truth.
“No! It’s nothing like that!”
“Nothing like what?” he sounded so confused, yet Tiffany could tell he was trying really hard. He cared about her; he wanted to understand.
Reminding herself of how much she trusted Cale and how he had never let her down, Tiffany opened her mouth and threw the words out there, “There’s something I like, something I want to tell you about. Now it’s okay if you’re not into this, and it won’t change anything, so no pressure. Okay?” Her heart pounded and all of a sudden, her lungs felt a lot smaller.
“I’m into age play.” Tiffany had to stop there. Her throat had gone dry, and she couldn’t make her tongue work right.
Cale squeezed her a little tighter and leaned down so he could speak softly in her ear, “Tiffany, don’t freak out, okay? I care about you, and I want to be with you. I can’t promise I’ll understand or be able to do everything you want. Like anyone else, I have limits, but just trust that I want to make you happy, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Do you want to try again?” he sounded so gentle and so soothing. Tiffany really was lucky, and again, some part of her wanted to backtrack even though she didn’t think he would let it go now. Whatever she wanted to say obviously meant a lot to her, so she didn’t have a choice. She had to continue.
“I’m into age play. It’s been a fantasy of mine for a really long time, probably as long as I can remember.”
“Tiffany, what is age play?”
She was glad she didn’t have to face him right then. At the same time, she was equally grateful that she could lean on him. With her cheek braced against Cale’s chest, he felt so solid and strong. He really did make her feel secure in a way no one else could.
“I guess you could call it a kind of role playing. In age play, you have a parent or babysitter or uncle or some other caregiver, and then you have the child. Sometimes that person is called a little.”
“Okay,” he said, clearly trying to follow along.
“In my fantasies, I like the idea of being forcibly regressed.”
“Forcibly?” he asked. “Like you want someone to make you act like a child against your will?”
“Yes,” she said, hoping the gears weren’t turning in his head against her. Yes, he wanted to be supportive, but what if he never looked at her the same way after this conversation? Thinking of how it was too late for regrets, Tiffany made herself continue, “I like the idea of being forced to act like a toddler.”
“Can you tell me about it?”
Tiffany smiled, thinking of how he wanted to be understanding. Alright, she realized, then she had to tell him. It wouldn’t be fair of her to use a few terms and hope he could figure it out. More than anything, she wanted to be with him. But just below that, Tiffany longed to play out her fantasies. She felt her body twinge at the thought, dampening between her legs. Nothing else got her as excited.
Now that excitement threaded into the pit of her stomach because this would be a moment that determined whether or not she could have those fantasies as a reality. “I think about being bad or misbehaving and a strong man ties me down and forces me back into diapers. He dresses me like a little girl and takes away every bit of my adulthood.”
“I see,” he said slowly.
“It’s okay if you’re not into this, Cale. Look, I know it’s really strange.”
“Do you want to use the diapers?”
Tiffany could lie then. She could have said no and tried to seem more normal, not that the desire to act like a toddler could ever be called mundane. But she wasn’t going to try to deceive him now, “Yes. I imagine the full experience.”
“What would you want to call me?”
“You could be a big brother or a babysitter.”
“I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m not sure if I can.”
Sometime sank in her stomach. Tiffany nodded quickly and quickly assured him, “It’s okay. Really, no pressure, okay? I’m really happy with what we have and if nothing changes, I’m okay with it. I just wanted you to know.”
“Would you want to crawl?”
Tiffany licked her lips, torn between the dread of losing this incredible guy and the flush of arousal that dusted her skin with each word. She never used words like diapers or crawling aloud. She simply didn’t have occasion to talk about these things even if she thought about them every day.
“Yes, I like that idea.”
“Have you thought about why? Like what caused this?”
In spite of herself, Tiffany smiled a bit sardonically. “I’ve wondered about that a lot. Like in high school and middle school, I learned to touch myself, and I wanted to know why I was different. Before long, I started to go online and found stories about girls who were forced into diapers and who got teased and humiliated, and each one really got me excited.”
“Did anything to happen to you?”
“Nothing unusual,” Tiffany said at once. “But really for as long as I can remember, I was fascinated by diapers. Other girls liked the idea of taking care of babies, but I thought of how it would feel to be the baby.” She swallowed, “Please tell me I haven’t really freaked you out.”
“I’ve heard about this, a bit, like on some TV shows and stuff, but I haven’t thought about it much.” He seemed to be at a loss for the right words too. “It’s just a lot to wrap my head around.”
“It is,” Tiffany said, hoping the conversation wouldn’t end there.
“Would you really want to be a baby?”
Tiffany opened her mouth, “It’s a fantasy. It’s like any other fantasy, I guess. I think about it a lot, and I’d like to role-play it, but it’s just a game.”
“This is a lot to think about.”
“It is.”
Cale seemed to pause for a minute, “Can I ask for some time?”
Tiffany nodded and said of course. He could have all the time he needed. Tiffany snuggled closer to him and wished he might understand. Yet some part of her kept nagging at her, making her think this was too much. She had found a good guy, someone who might love her one day, so she really couldn’t complain.
In the coming weeks, he didn’t bring it up again. Tiffany didn’t want to talk about it anymore. If she did, she feared Cale would say he considered her desires but couldn’t do anything for her. They would be a couple and he would care about her, but he would never tie her down, diaper her, or control her. If she wanted to be happy with him, she had to let go of those dreams.
Cale didn’t know what to do at first. Immediately after Tiffany told him the truth about her fantasies, he started to consider it. He wanted to understand her, so he went to the intern
et and started researching age play. At first, it seemed as though he would never understand this whole new world, one he never could have imagined. There were men and women crawling around, getting fed or bathed or changed. He found stories and pictures and videos.
Yes, like most guys he had seen gross stuff online, but this didn’t feel like that. Cale didn’t want to get this wrong, not if it really mattered to Tiffany, so he took his time. First he tried to find books about age play. There were a few titles as ebooks. They gave him some insight, but he still hadn’t mastered it.
Cale read stories about office managers who were turned into toddlers. He studied other books about beautiful girlfriends and cheerleaders who had to wear diapers to work or school. Other tales had these girls restrained or put on baby leashes and made to crawl at their caretakers’ feet. Sure, they were adults and completely humiliated, but that seemed to be a big part of the fun.
It took a lot of work, yet little by little, Cale made progress. He learned the terms and imagined the images. More importantly though, he thought he could understand the appeal of having a girl helpless and diapered and begging. He started to imagine how it would feel to tease and humiliate his girlfriend.
This all seemed very new when he started, but little by little, he became comfortable with this idea. Alright, he thought, if Tiffany wanted to be regressed, he thought he could plan something she would enjoy.
Slowly, he started to figure out what he would do for his beautiful girlfriend.
Tiffany checked their plan and ticket information again. Although checking again would make the time seem to crawl more slowly, she glanced at the corner of her screen. Twenty minutes left before she would head back outside and find Cale waiting for her.