“You’re sure you want to do this, and you want to start it now?” Monserrat was tall enough to be silhouetted by the overhead lamp in Jenna’s room, it gave her a halo not unlike the glow she had in Jenna’s imagination.
Jenna considered the question, refusing to retreat into her Little mindset before she had a chance to answer. It was bedtime – there was a nighttime diaper spread out on the bed – but Monserrat had wanted to talk as adults. Jenna was glad for that.
Two full days of being Little was what Jenna had proposed, starting on Friday night and lasting the whole weekend until her bedtime on Sunday. Technically it’d last even longer, if Niusha was babysitting her on Monday morning. Laid out like that, the experience sounded intimidating. Jenna found she was equally worried about losing herself in the game, and snapping out of it in a way that ruined things for her girlfriends.
Regardless of her worries, Jenna had a bubbly feeling in her belly when she thought about doing a weekend. That excitement hadn’t faded since she’d first proposed the idea. It seemed like too much fun to miss out on.
“I’m sure, Monchi. This is something I’ve been looking forward to, more than I realized. We can always take a break if it gets to be too much for me, right?”
“That’s right. Your babysitters get to take breaks too if it’s too much for them. Nobody should feel bad for saying they need a time out on the game.” Monserrat tucked Jenna’s hair behind her hears. “I have some ideas on what you being Little for a weekend means, but I want to hear your thoughts first.”
“I’ve thought about it a lot.” Jenna bit her lip shyly. “I should be in diapers the whole weekend, unless we have to go somewhere outside the house. Then pullups, unless we’re taking a break from the game. You’ll be my Navi, and our girlfriends can babysit as much as they want. That includes Clarissa.”
“That’s already a lot, so it’s fine if that’s it, but do you have anything else you want to do?”
“I like it when Niusha does breakfast for me in the mornings – if it’s not too much trouble, it’d be fun to keep that going all weekend. With four babysitters, it won’t be too much work, will it?”
“It won’t be too much work even if it was just me. I think we’d all love to make meals for you. How Little do you want to be? We’ve never picked an age, and you don’t have to, but I think you kind of hover around toddler ages.”
“I’d like to do some maths for fun but I also want to try some kid stuff.” Jenna squirmed. The temptation to take refuge in her Little mindset was getting stronger the more embarrassing the conversation got. “Storytime at night is really magical, I’d like to see if other kid’s games are too. I don’t know how to translate that into an age.”
“Then I guess we’ll pick games we want to see you play or play with you, and see if you like them. If not, we can go more or less complex.” Monserrat put her hands on Jenna’s shoulders and gently kissed her. “You’re so brave for doing this. I’m intensely proud of you.”
Jenna beamed up at Monserrat. In her heart, she was literally beaming, a radiant golden bird that could rival Monserrat’s splendid sun. The old days of being fearful – of imagining herself as a bird that could only reflect Monserrat’s light occasionally – seemed far away now. The dark clouds that had scared her so much were barely visible beneath her.
“I love you so much. Thank you for sharing this with me.” Jenna leaned against Monserrat’s taut body. “What do you want to do this weekend?”
“It’s going to be a long weekend, so I won’t be mad if you forget, but try to always ask one of your babysitters to be escorted to the bathroom if you have to go.” Monserrat stroked Jenna’s back. “Since you don’t use your diapers, I think that’ll make them more of a concrete thing in the game.”
“I can do that.” Jenna nuzzled Monserrat’s belly, amused as always that she didn’t quite come up to her fiancé’s breasts.
“There’s another thing I’d like to try, but please say no if it’s too much.” Monserrat crouched down to Jenna’s face level. “The ABDL store has a few pieces of furniture for rental. I could pick some up tomorrow before you wake up.”
“What kinds of furniture?”
Monserrat took a deep breath. “A high-chair, and a crib. I will sanitize both of them to hell and back before you use them, I promise.”
Jenna felt her cheeks grow hot. Jenny wanted desperately to take the reins. Her Little mindset had gotten strong enough that Jenna was already thinking of Jenny as a separate person she could ask to step in. Instead, she bit her lip until it hurt and powered forward.
“A crib might make me feel more Little than two – which is scary. But, it seems like it would make bedtime even more fun! I didn’t think that bedtime could get better – but that sounds like even more fun.”
“You’re really okay with a crib? No comments on the high chair either?”
Jenna giggled. The battle to stave off Jenny had turned in her Little self’s favor. I need to wrap the serious part of the conversation up. “The high chair sounds fun. Though, I’m glad there won’t be anyone but you and our three girlfriends around.”
“It all sounds wonderful, Monchi. I trust you.” Jenna cradled Monserrat’s face in her hands and gazed adoringly at her fiancé. “Check in with me if I look scared, and I’ll try my best to follow your lead.”
Monserrat nodded. “Perfect. Do you need to be Jenny? You seem like you’re struggling a little.”
Jenny let out a huge sigh as she pushed her Jenna-self to the back of her mind. “Thank goodness, Navi. It’s hard to talk about this and stay Jenna, especially with a diaper right there, and it’s bedtime, and we have the whole weekend!”
Navi smirked and ruffled Jenny’s hair. “Your voice is starting to change when you’re Little too. I’m excited for our weekend too. I’m going to put my Little girl in the cutest baby clothes the whole time.”
Jenny frowned playfully. “Nuh uh! I only wear onesies and stuff at bed. I’m a big girl during the day.”
“Not when you’re in a diaper.” Monserrat took a moment to pull Jenny’s shirt over her head and off. “You’re only a big girl in pullups, and you don’t get those at all this weekend.”
“I talked to Brooke about being Little!” Jenny braced her hands on Navi’s shoulders for balance as her caregiver took down her pants and panties. “She wants to see me like that, but not this weekend. Oh, she promised she’d bring Bowser!”
“That’s a big step. She reacted well to you telling her then, it sounds like.” Navi scooped Jenny up like she was feather-light and set her on her diaper.
“She’s a best friend.” Jenny nodded. “I was only a little worried.”
“I think Jenna was a lot more worried than Jenny was.” Navi rubbed lotion into her hands to warm it, then spread it across Jenny’s skin.
“Jenna doesn’t understa – underst – oh Navi, what – why?” Jenny arched her back as Navi rubbed her kitty in slow, lotion-slick circles.
“Did I forget to say something?” Navi’s mouth split into a smug grin. “Your babysitters and I talked. We’re going to give you a sexy surprise every time we change your diapers.”
“Not fair! I’ll want them changed a lot.” Jenny squirmed, working her hips as she chased more of the warmth that was spreading across her skin.
“You think this isn’t fair, wait until some of them leave you teased and frustrated instead of finishing you off.”
“But you wouldn’t do that now, right, Navi?” Jenny was whimpering, shamelessly rubbing against her Navi’s fingers.
“No, because you’re a good sleeper after you get to come.” Navi’s fingers pressed a little harder, her free hand found Jenny’s breasts. There was no reply that Jenny could make, not in words anyway. She let her moans and whimpers guide Navi’s touch until the warmth spreading out from her crotch filled every bit of her.
The world flashed fire and went softly indistinct. Jenny panted on the bed with half-lidded eyes. Baby powder’s soft smell combined with Navi’s caresses in applying it put her nearly to sleep. In the time it took Navi to tape up Jenny’s diaper and wiggle her into a onesie, the Little girl was off to dreamland.
~~~~*~~~~
As usual for her dreams, Jenny didn’t remember details. The wild fantasies that had played out in her sleepy head faded until she could only remember the end – when Elizabat had been Navi sized and wrapped Jenny in her warm, plush wings.
She woke to Niusha stroking her cheeks, cuddled under the covers with her. Right away, Jenny’s attention was drawn to the fact that Niusha was wearing only a pair of panties and a tank top. Niusha smiled at Jenny, calling attention to the close proximity of their lips.
A sweet kiss was one of the best wakeups Jenny could remember. She closed her eyes and fitted herself against her girlfriend. Jenny was putty in Niusha’s hands, fitting her supple, warm body to Niusha’s curves. Somnolence and a Little headspace combined to strip away Jenny’s inhibitions. Her hands wandered over Niusha’s petite ballerina body unrestrained.
For her part, Niusha had a hand on Jenny’s breast and fingers teasing the waistband of her diaper as they kissed. Drowning in delight, Jenny found it incomprehensible when Niusha pulled away and out of the warm covers. Navi’s warning about being edged by her babysitters rose to the forefront of Jenny’s mind, making her pout mightily.
“Usha, come back.” Jenny beckoned her girlfriend pleadingly. “I know that Navi said you might tease me, but that’s because you’re worried about pushing my boundaries, right? It’s okay, we can do everything, so come back to bed please.”
Niusha smirked and cruelly peeled the covers off Jenny. “I would have said Jenna was the more sex-oriented one based on our last talk. Your Jenny side sure doesn’t have a problem asking for what she wants, though.”
Jenny blushed. The Jenna side of her would be horrified at how forward she’d just been. Would be – not is? I’m not thinking like Jenna at all, am I? Jenny was very giggly as Niusha lead her to the bathroom in her onesie and diaper. Nor did the giggles stop when Niusha stripped Jenny, ran a bath, and put her on the toilet. A nervous quality crept into Jenny’s laughs when she did her morning business, but that feeling was quickly soothed by the warm bath water.
Being washed and caressed by Niusha soon after waking up was luxury upon luxury. Jenny was so relaxed that she didn’t remember to be blushy about her girlfriend washing between her legs until Niusha was done and the point was moot.
Niusha let Jenny soak in the tub for a bit. She let herself space out in the warm water, only to be awoken by a caress from Rachel. As Rachel helped Jenny out of the tub and tenderly kissed her, Jenny began to realize how much her time had been partitioned up. While she dried Jenny off, Rachel went over an outline of how her babysitters were going to share her.
Jenny was too choked up to respond to Rachel or pay much attention to the schedule. The idea that four women – one of them new to her life – were excited to spend a weekend caring for her to the point that they had to schedule it, was deeply touching. Further compounding Jenny’s emotional overload was her realization of how exposed she was going to be.
Rachel walked Jenny back to her room without bothering to so much as drape a towel across her. The reality of committing to being bare and more-than-bare in front of all of her girlfriends sank onto Jenny and pushed her into a profoundly Little place. Rachel had no more concern for Jenny’s nudity than she would have for a toddler’s, and why should she? Everyone in the house was going to change Jenny’s diapers.
Rachel wasted no time in putting Jenny in a diaper, following it up with the most Little piece of clothing Jenny had ever seen. Technically, a onesie was more of a baby outfit than a dress. In practical terms, a onesie was not so different – other than topologically – from a romper. The dress Rachel put on Jenny was a cloud-like mass of pink gauze, lace, and satin that did nothing to hide her diaper.
Downstairs, Jenny met each of her girlfriends in a daze. Each of them wanted to kiss her, which she was happy to do since kissing meant no talking. Jenny had made her way to place without words.
When Navi took her turn – cooing and fussing over Jenny’s pretty dress – the Little girl found she had access to exactly one word.
“Navi!” Jenny held her arms out and was pleased to be immediately lifted into Navi’s arms. Navi was having a great time patting Jenny’s diaper, which she didn’t mind as long as the kisses kept coming.
The morning passed by in a dream. Jenny vaguely remembered sitting in a high chair and being fed waffles by Navi. She spent time cuddling between Rachel and Clarissa, before moving on to a game of patty-cake with Navi.
Niusha approached Jenny with a bottle, a curious expression on her face. She had kind, careful questions about how Jenny felt about drinking from the bottle, but Jenny hadn’t found words to answer them. Instead of stressing about that, Jenny nodded her head to Niusha – she was thirsty and the apple juice looked good.
Jenny could tell that her girlfriends were nervous about how long she’d gone without talking. She did her best to reassure them with smiles, hugs, and nods. Despite Jenny’s reassurance, Navi scooped Jenny with a concerned expression.
Navi’s beautiful voice showered Jenny in words that were going to take too much thinking to piece together. As much as Jenny was enjoying her dreamy state, she didn’t want Navi upset. She resolved to pull herself back to the world of words. The path back was lined with sharp things – not good for a quick trip. Jenny put her fingers to Navi’s lips and nodded at her. After a few tries of pointing at Navi’s phone, Jenny managed to get her fiancé to understand that she needed time. That she clearly understood Navi’s revelation was a good sign for her trip back.
They snuggled quietly on the couch for a while, with Jenny waking her mind up bit by bit. The morning was still a jumble, but the background conversation of Jenny and Navi’s three girlfriends was finally coming in clearly.
A Jenny with her normal level of Little headspace smiled and kissed Navi’s neck. “Thanks for understanding. The morning was amazing, please don’t worry. I wasn’t overwhelmed in a bad way or upset at all.”
“Welcome back – Jenna? Jenny?” Navi snuggled Jenny close. “You’re sure you’re feeling okay? Do you know what triggered such a deep headspace?”
“I’m still Jenny. Jenna’s sleeping.” Jenny shrugged at Navi. “The weekend hit all at once when I realized how much everyone cared about me. It was overwhelming, but in a really wonderful way.”
“We can take a break if you need one.” Navi stroked Jenny’s hair. She was still worried, despite being told not to be. Jenny scrunched her nose in frustration.
“I don’t want a break. I want to play. It’s my Little weekend and I’m doing the thing.” Jenny’s frustration was tightening into a bit of a knot at the base of her head. Had she been thinking clearly, she would have recognized it for an aftereffect of being overwhelmed.
At the time, it was an unwelcome intrusion on what had been a beautiful and perfect experience. Being in Navi’s arms was wonderful, but not if Navi was going to be upset and worrying the whole time. Her other babysitters had stopped playing with her and were looking concerned too. The whole weekend was falling apart, mostly because no one was listening to Jenny.
On top of those frustrations was the annoyance of needing to use the bathroom. That meant another break from being properly Little, and a further delay in reassuring everyone. Now that Jenny was aware of her need, it was maddeningly persistent.
“Honestly Jenna, you need to get over yourself a little.” Brooke’s voice was clear in Jenny’s mind. Her bestie’s words stung in more than one way in the current context. If Jenna wasn’t so fragile, Navi could easily take her reassurances. Four women wouldn’t be walking on eggshells if Jenny could roll with things instead of freaking out and retreating into her own head.
As badly as Jenny needed to pee, her decision to relax and her release were simultaneous. Hot, wet, and shameful filled Jenny’s diaper. Her Jenna mindset was ready to freak out, vomit, cry, and have every kind of outburst imaginable. That’s quite enough. I will get over myself.
Rationally, if Jenny’s mind wanted to play the game that way, being wet was not such a big deal. Her diaper was already absorbing well, and it was considerably less gross than being peed on by a dog, as Brooke had said. Emotionally, she was surrounded by love – with four of her five closest people in the room. Viscerally – Who cares? I don’t have to fixate on my reaction if I don’t want to. Jenna faded away to the background, rebuked by head and heart.
Not that Jenny’s freakout passed without consequences. A massive ball of emotions had swelled up and exploded in the space of a minute. Navi had been talking – but Jenny hadn’t heard a word. She shuddered, took a deep breath, and let out a wail as tears sprung from her eyes.
“Navi!” Jenny sobbed. She saw distress on Navi’s face and shook her head. “It’s not what you said – I didn’t even hear it. It’s, it’s, it’s – I’m wet.”
Navi’s expression went from concern to shock. The other girls crowded in, unsure why Jenny was crying but wanting to offer comfort. Her friends’ caring reactions were surprisingly comforting, where Jenny had expected embarrassment. She’d cried and all her girlfriends – all her babysitters had gathered around to help.
“Did you really…” Navi hesitated, probably worried about exposing Jenny’s accident to the other girls.
“I wet my diaper.” Jenny sniffled and wiped her eyes. Immediately, she received caresses from four sides. Niusha told her she was a good girl. Rachel sensibly asserted that wetting was what diapers were for. Clarissa – who’d been so timid in the morning – teased Jenny about her potty pants.
Navi took Jenny in her arms and kissed her to make the world go away. “My brave, amazing, beautiful girl. How’s it feel?”
“Wet.” Jenny said, pouting when all four babysitters laughed at her. “Well, it is! Can I get a change, please?”
“Of course you can. Are you going to want to play afterwards?”
Jenny nodded vigorously. “Yes please. I get the whole weekend, don’t I?”
“You get every moment of my life, forever.” Navi cradled Jenny in her arms and rose from the couch. “I think we’re back on schedule, girls. Figure out who gets this cutie once we get back.”
“Me!” All three babysitters said in unison. Jenny giggled as Navi carried her away, leaning over Navi’s shoulder to watch her girlfriends glare daggers at each other until they broke down into laughter.
Navi’s room had changing supplies set up, but Jenny’s first stop wasn’t on the changing blanket. Instead, Jenny found herself on Navi’s lap, squishing on warm, wet padding. Being imprisoned in Navi’s powerful arms was great, and being kissed behind the ear was even better – but the order of operations seemed a bit off.
“Um, Navi, I – ah! – aren’t you going to change me?”
“That depends. Is being in a wet diaper very upsetting?”
“Well – no – but it’s not exactly comfortable.”
Jenny gasped as Navi palmed her chest and gently squeezed. Her fiancé’s teeth tugged lightly at Jenny’s earlobe until the Little girl moaned all the way from her belly. Navi’s voice was husky in Jenny’s ear when she asked, “Did you wet on purpose?”
“I had to go but – oh – but yes, it was my choice.”
“You had a big emotional reaction, even though it was something you wanted to do.” Navi nibbled at the back of Jenny’s neck.
You have no idea how big the reaction was – but big talks have to wait until they won’t spoil the weekend. “Navi I’m confused.”
“Let me un-confuse you. I want you to have something to remember wetting by that isn’t bursting into tears.” Navi opened her bedside table and retrieved the vibrating wand. “Remember the time I put warm water down your pullup?”
“Oh.” Jenny shivered and spread her legs eagerly. Anticipation built in her while Navi got the wand plugged in. The wand’s ball bumped up against Jenny’s diaper and forced a squirm out of her. Navi tightened her grip, pinning Jenny delightfully to her chest.
Navi turned the wand on low and favored feather touches at first. Jenny wiggled for more contact but her fiancé’s arms were like iron. Greedy gasps became wanton moans as Navi increased the wand’s pressure. The light buzzing of the gentle touches became an all-over vibration that cradled Jenny’s kitty and lit her nerves up like B-movie mad science.
The vibration in Jenny’s diaper grew and grew, while Navi’s powerful arm across her chest was a constant restraint. Jenny strained against that arm, bucked her hips against the vibrator. The buzzing was in her brain, running down into her fingertips, it was everything in the world that wasn’t Navi’s binding arm and solid-but-soft body.
When the vibrator flipped from low to high, the lurch of the slight pause that created made Jenny scream. Worse, Navi had gone back to light touches, overshooting the mark and reducing the overall vibration. With everything she had, Jenny pressed her sopping diaper against the vibrator and begged.
Navi ground the vibrator against Jenny’s crotch. Even Jenny’s sensation of Navi’s powerful body was lost in the supernova that followed. Though she usually liked to know how many times she’d climaxed, Jenny had no hope of counting. It was all one cosmic, beautiful explosion of pleasure and safety.
Jenny’s mouth had no words when Navi cuddled her, nor when her fiancé moved her to the changing blanket. At least Navi won’t be worried. It’s normal for me to not talk after – after such a – big sex.
By the time she was lotioned, powdered, and diapered, Jenny had enough feeling back in her limbs to crawl over Navi and kiss every warm, sweaty spot of skin she could find. Navi was kind enough to reveal more and more bits of skin, though she wasn’t very fast about it. Jenny’s questing fingers found hot slick skin between Navi’s legs around the time Navi exposed her breasts.
From that point, Navi had no interest in working buttons or zippers. Jenny played the beautiful instrument of her fiancé’s voice with fingers that slid skillfully over Navi’s button and a tongue that wandered across her breasts.
Navi’s cry wasn’t a scream like Jenny’s had been, but a long, low sound of contented ecstasy. They lay together on the bed for a while, simply breathing and being together. Jenny’s heart shone with joy – all the universe was put right in that moment.
At last, they roused each other with kisses and sat up. Navi cleaned Jenny’s fingers off with diaper wipes, which made the Little girl giggle. Jenny upgraded her giggle to a squeal of delight when Navi pulled Jenny into her lap and bounced the Little girl on her legs.
“You don’t have to wet again just because you did once. You know that, right?”
Jenny blushed and nuzzled Navi’s cheek. “I might again – this weekend. Maybe not often after that. It could be a special occasions thing?”
“It can be whatever you want.” Navi squeezed Jenny tight. “Feeling ready to see your babysitters again?”
“They don’t have to change me if – if I wet again. Not if they don’t want to.”
“I think they’re very capable of asserting that on their own, but you’re a sweet girl for thinking of them.” Navi kissed Jenny on the forehead. “Answer my question.”
“Yes, Navi. I want to play with everyone.”
~~~~*~~~~
“Here comes the airplane!” Rachel had gotten excited about the high chair as soon as she realized it had straps. Jenny opened her mouth and tried for the spoon full of soup. Unfortunately, Rachel was course-correcting at the same time. A third spoonful of soup spilled against Jenny’s lips and down her chin.
“Wachel!” Jenny laughed.
“Don’t blame me, you’re the clumsy baby.” Rachel put the spoon down and pulled on Jenny’s dress. “Arms up!”
Jenny giggled all through her dress coming off, as Rachel awkwardly tugged it through the high chair’s strap. As the gauzy skirt bounced away in Rachel’s hands, Jenny realized that had been all her clothes, besides her diaper.
“Um, Wachel?” Jenny leaned her head away from the incoming spoon. “Don’t I get more clothes?”
“Why?” Rachel smirked, doubling down when Jenny looked at her incredulously. “I was thinking about the time you sat in a chair and watched Niusha and I. Do you remember that day?”
“Y-yes, I remember.” Jenny felt a blush flash from her nose to the tips of her ears in an instant.
“You loved having to sit in a spot and watch us. Now you’re sitting in a spot, and we’re watching you.”
Jenny looked around wildly. All eyes were on her. Diapered and otherwise naked, strapped into a high-chair, with Rachel pushing another spoonful of soup at her mouth. Whimpering as her nipples crinkled up, Jenny opened her mouth.
The more passive she was, the more soup she was able to eat. Sometimes the squirms inside her were too much, and soup dribbled down her chin onto her chest. When the bowl was empty, Rachel wet a paper towel and wiped Jenny’s chin. Her hand swung down, carefully mopping Jenny’s chest clean.
Everyone was still watching – fascinated – like it was the season finale of a hit TV show. After her wild diaper change with Navi, Jenny didn’t think she’d be able to feel desire again for a while. Rachel proved her wrong. When her babysitter finally let her out of the chair, Jenny crawled wantonly into Rachel’s lap, nuzzling and kissing. Rachel teased her tongue at Jenny’s lips before bringing their mouths together for a fiery kiss. A caress along the side of her breast made Jenny grind her diaper against Rachel’s leg.
Jenny arched her back when Rachel disengaged, ready to feel her girlfriend’s nimble tongue on her chest. Instead, Rachel leaned Jenny back into Clarissa’s arms – the two of them lowered her onto a blanket.
“Naptime.” Rachel wrapped the blanket around Jenny’s legs.
“D-don’t be ridiculous. Wachel! Issa!” Jenny whined and squirmed as her girlfriends wrapped her in layer upon layer of a queen sized blanket, until she could do little more than wiggle.
Rachel and Clarissa picked Jenny up and held her as Niusha approached with a pacifier. Jenny looked at Niusha with wild eyes and begged, “Usha, please, I can’t nap like this. Please Usha, please.”
Niusha stroked Jenny’s hair and smiled. “I don’t know if it’ll be a nap, exactly. Regardless, I’m going to put this in your mouth. We’re going to set you down by Navi, and you’re going to be a good girl for us, right?”
Clad in silver – in Jenny’s mind’s eye at least – Niusha was second only to Navi in terms of people that were safe. Despite how horribly, awfully unfair her babysitters were being, Jenny couldn’t bear to be a bad girl for Niusha. She accepted the pacifier and sucked maniacally on it. Clarissa and Rachel laid the swaddled girl at Navi’s feet.
~~~~*~~~~
At times, Jenny wiggled in the blanket until she was a sweaty mess. During others, she lay limp and staring at nothing, counting the heartbeats she could feel like a guitar string between her legs. She must have napped at some point, because she woke to Clarissa unwrapping her.
“How’s our Little girl?” Clarissa sat Jenny up and stroked her cheek.
Jenny spat out her pacifier and croaked, “Nuh.”
“I bet you’re thirsty.” Clarissa produced a baby bottle, full of water cold enough to lightly frost the glass. Jenny didn’t give the embarrassing bottle a second thought. It could have been Clarissa’s actual boob, as long as it dispensed cold water.
She was so thirsty that she didn’t think to take the bottle from Clarissa before the water was all gone. The relatively cold air of the living room and her full belly made Jenny shiver. She leaned against Clarissa as her babysitter checked her diaper with a full hand down the front. The touch felt good, but not exactly sexy. Jenny wasn’t sure what she was feeling, other than hazy.
“Nice and dry. Do you need to potty?”
“No.” Jenny scooted further into Clarissa and was rewarded with a cuddle.
“You’re a sweaty mess. It’s bath time.” Clarissa kissed Jenny on the head and set her against the couch. Jenny closed her eyes and waited to be transported to the bathroom. Walking was off the table for a while.
A scraping sound on the hardwood aroused Jenny’s curiosity enough to open her eyes. Clarissa was pulling a plastic kiddie pool, half full of water, next to Jenny. As she watched in disbelief, Clarissa made trips to the kitchen, coming back with kettles, pots, and a casserole dish full of boiling water. By the time she finished, swimming-pool-bath was full of steaming water.
“Right here?” Jenny asked as Clarissa tipped her on her back and removed her diaper.
“That’s right, baby girl. Since it doesn’t matter if we see you naked, we might as well give you a bath where it’s convenient.”
With Clarissa’s help, Jenny crawled into the warm water. In the blanket, a warm bath would have seemed like a horror, but Jenny had been naked in the cool air long enough that the heat was bliss.
In the absence of soap or shampoo, it was more of a rinse than a bath. Clarissa sat Jenny up and wiped her down with a washcloth, which turned into a sensual massage. Desire and energy returned to Jenny as she realized they’d collected an audience.
Clarissa laid Jenny naked and wet on a towel on the living room floor. She dried and diapered Jenny in front of everyone. They all watched Clarissa lift Jenny’s butt to apply lotion, exchanged tips and techniques when Clarissa powdered her. When the tapes were set to Navi’s satisfaction, Jenny kissed her beaming babysitter.
Though Clarissa pressed delightfully against Jenny through the kiss, she had the Little girl off her lap again to dress her in a onesie. “It’s not time to play like that yet. Do you want to play with stuffies? I’d like to meet this famous Elizabat.”
“I’ll get her!” Jenny hopped to her feet – wobbled – and regained her balance enough to scamper to her room and back with her fuzzy friend.
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“Bedtime.” Niusha pried a stuffed otter out of Jenny’s hand and pressed Elizabat against her chest. “Do you need a change?”
Jenny looked around. Clarissa was gathering up the rest of the stuffies. Navi and Rachel had both dropped out of playing make believe early. She wasn’t sure where they’d gone.
“But – but Navi puts me to bed.”
“Usually. I think she wants to get you up tomorrow, since I usually get to do that, it’s my turn to put you to bed.” Niusha popped the snaps on Jenny’s diaper and tucked her fingers in the leg-band instead of asking again. “Still dry!”
“I – I don’t have to use my diaper.” Jenny hugged Elizabat close to her.
“That’s true sweetie. Do you want me to take you to the potty?”
“You don’t have to change it either – even if it was wet.”
“That’s true too. If you had a wet diaper and I didn’t want to change it, I’d call one of the other babysitters.”
Jenny sat cross-legged and pulled Elizabat close. She scrunched her nose up and buried her face in the owl’s plush fur. Nothing happened for a minute – and then Jenny was wet in a rush. Hesitantly, she raised glistening eyes to look at Niusha.
“There go all your flowers. Do you need a change, Little girl?”
“P-please. If it’s not gross.”
“You could never be gross.” Niusha leaned in and kissed Jenny, deeply and passionately. Though it wasn’t a long kiss, both girls had to catch their breath afterwards. “Come on. I wish I could carry you to bed, but I’m not Navi.”
“It’s okay. You’re made of silver.” Jenny wobbled to her feet and took Niusha’s hand, head-locking Elizabat with the other arm.
“Hmm?”
“Navi is gold. You’re silver. You’re the most important babysitter after Navi.”
“Jenny…” Niusha’s eyes were shining. A pair of big drops bounced off her cheeks when she pulled Jenny in for a tight hug. They went up the stairs quietly, and slowly. Niusha didn’t want to let Jenny go enough for them to take big steps.
“How was today, my love?” Niusha asked as she put Jenny on the changing blanket. It was on the floor. Something had happened to Jenny’s bed, but she was too focused on Niusha to pay attention to furniture.
“Usha, there was a so much.” Jenny sighed, a wobbly grin lighting up her face. “I don’t have enough words for all of it, but I’m happy.”
“We had a glorious time with you.” Niusha stripped Jenny’s diaper off and gently wiped her clean. “Did you save room for one more fun thing?”
“What is it?” Jenny craned her neck up, just in time to see Niusha’s finger dip below her waist. Her girlfriend’s supple finger parted Jenny’s folds and a different kind of wet. “Yes please. I needed this all day.”
“You’re a lot of fun – and very obedient when you’re horny.”
“No fair figuring that out.” Jenny gasped as Niusha’s finger slid inside her – moaned when Niusha’s thumb found her clit.
“No? You don’t want us to do this again?”
“I didn’t say that!” Jenny said hastily.
A second finger added a lovely stretching ache to go with the slick sensation of the first. Niusha plunged her fingers in, out, in, out, rocking her thumb on Jenny’s button as a fulcrum. For all that she didn’t normally like it rough, Jenny would have been happy with hard and fast. It wouldn’t have taken much rough play to make her scream after a day of being on edge.
Rough wasn’t want Niusha was planning, however. Jenny was in no mood to offer suggestions. A day of being cared for at the most basic level had her trusting her girlfriends completely.
Niusha’s fingers built rhythm slowly, backing off at the most tantalizing moments before their motion reached a higher peak. With every peak of finger speed, Jenny hit a new peak of pleasure. When her true peak finally arrived, she groaned wordlessly in a guttural vowel noise that went on an on, up and down in pitch with the waves of pleasure that were crashing against each other within her.
Jenny was limp as a noodle while Niusha diapered her. Her babysitter helped her up off the changing blanket and over to an odd bit of furniture. Trembling, Jenny climbed into her crib. Not really my crib – it’s a rental. It wouldn’t be my crib unless Navi bought me one.
The padding under her was cloud-soft, and the blankets felt like a silken whisper. Niusha tucked the blankets around Jenny’s chin and patted her head. “Do you want a story?”
“Sleepy.” Jenny yawned. “You can if you wa-want.”
Niusha chuckled. “Monchi is right, you’re straight to sleep after you come. You two have that in common.”
The last thing Jenny remembered was Niusha’s soft lips on her cheek.
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“Morning, baby girl.” Navi lowered the crib’s side bars with a rattling noise. Jenny blinked her eyes blearily smacked her lips at an odd taste in her mouth. Her thumb was damp for some reason.
“Navi. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Navi pulled up a chair and stroked Jenny’s side. “Do you need a change? Is my baby girl a bedwetter?”
“I’m not!” Jenny protested with a yawn. Just in case, she rubbed her legs together. Things felt reasonably dry down there. She wrote the little bit of moisture she felt off as sweat. “I could go now though – if you want to change me again.”
“For somebody who said she wasn’t going to do that very often, you’ve been pretty free with wetting yesterday and today.”
“It’s my special weekend.” Jenny yawned again. “It’s still not easy. It was scary with Usha. I’d need a minute to do it now, even.”
“There’s no rush, and I’m happy to take you to the potty if you’d rather.” Navi carefully untangled Jenny from her blankets and pulled the Little girl into her lap.
“I don’t want to wear diapers to school.” Jenny tucked her head under Navi’s jaw. “I don’t want to wet every time I wear diapers. You put me in diapers every night – I don’t want to wet every night.”
“Nobody’s saying you have to.” Navi’s strong arms were around Jenny again, freeing the Little girl to sigh in relief. Navi’s arms were the safe spot at the center of the world. Nothing bad could happen there.
“But if I wet now, and you put me in a diaper, I’ll have to go to school in a diaper. Then you’ll bring your diaper bag and…”
“Jenny-bear.” Navi squeezed Jenny. “It’s Sunday. You have a whole other day of being Little, if you want.”
“A whole ‘nother day?” Jenny looked up at Navi, her eyes stretched wide until the morning light stung. “C-can I be with you more today? I love my babysitters but – they aren’t you.”
“I had the same request. I’ll hand you off a couple of times, but you’re mine for most of the day.”
“I’m yours forever.” Jenny smiled and made fists in the fabric of Monserrat’s blouse.