“Rise and shine, wedding girl.” Niusha’s words sent a euphoric tremor through Jenny’s body. A smile spread across her face as Niusha stroked her hair, she curled up around her babysitter, still cocooned in her blankets.
“Ushy, it’s not until tomorrow.” Jenny sleepily nuzzled Niusha’s knee. “And it’s not a big wedding, it’s just a small ceremony.”
“Small or not, I think you’ll be surprised how much of your day gets taken up with wedding stuff.” Niusha wormed a cool hand into Jenny’s blanket burrito sanctuary, giving the Little girl’s diaper a squeeze. Jenny bit her lip at the damp squish against her rear.
“Either some baby girl is feeling very Little this morning, or she had a nighttime accident.”
“You know I didn’t!” Jenny finally pried her eyes open, to look soulfully up at Niusha and pout. “I went when Navi woke me up before her early morning workout.”
“And you didn’t ask her to change you?” Niusha raised her brows, prompting Jenny to look down and blush.
“I was too warm and comfy.”
“Well, I’m sad to say that I am going to have to unwrap you, baby girl. I won’t make you shower though, we washed your hair yesterday anyway.”
“I still have to wash!” Jenny stuck her tongue out at her silly babysitter.
“Babies don’t have to do anything. I’m going to sponge you off on your changing blanket and put you in a fresh diaper.”
“Ushy!” Jenny giggled, squirming further into her blankets until only her face was peeking out, like the snuggliest version of Leto II. Being a baby sandworm sounded wonderful – always wrapped in warm, soft sand, with a whole world as a blanket. I don’t need the Spice though, it’s already easy for me to get into abstract analytical thoughts.
“Oh, you like that more than I expected.” Niusha grinned and kissed Jenny’s forehead. “I’d tell you to stay put, but there’s not much danger of you leaving the blankets, I see.”
With a happy sigh, Jenny let her eyelids droop until the room blurred and watched her babysitter, lover, girlfriend, and friend rise from the bed. A fluffy silver aura surrounded Niusha in Jenny’s mind’s eye, its radiance illuminating every corner of Jenny’s heart – leaving no room for shadowy anxieties. The adult Jenna part of her would be freaking out at the extremity of her childishness, never mind the soggy diaper padding between her legs. Jenny was at peace enough to manage to doze a bit while she listened to the quiet sounds of Niusha gathering supplies.
Her sleepy protests were ignored when her babysitter returned to expose her lovely blanket warmth to the unforgiving morning air. There was a moment on her changing blanket, while Niusha was taking off Jenny’s diaper, that Jenny considered whining for Niusha to run her a bath instead. Then Niusha wiped her down with a steaming washcloth, converting the oppressively cool temp to a refreshing one.
Jenny was surprised to get her teeth brushed in bed, and before she got a fresh diaper too. A bit of water to rinse her mouth was followed by her pacifier, and the soothing feeling of Niusha spreading lotion across her rear. The vanilla scent of baby powder nearly put Jenny back to sleep – by the time Niusha had her diaper taped up she wouldn’t have had words even if there wasn’t a soother in her mouth. Crawling into Niusha’s lap and cuddling against her without reservation seemed to communicate her appreciation and love well enough. Certainly, Niusha sounded a bit choked up when she hugged back and told Jenny she loved her.
Post-diaper-change snuggles weren’t interrupted by Rachel’s arrival, so much as they were upgraded to a blissful three way embrace. To Jenny’s surprise, Niusha headed for the door after the hug ended. Her attempt to ask where her babysitter was going ran afoul of her forgotten pacifier and came out as a surprised hoot.
“I have to run a couple of errands early today, sweetie.” Niusha waved at Jenny, who frantically waved back. “You’re in Rachel’s hands until Monchi gets back.”
“Niusha said you were feeling really Little, but I didn’t realize how much until I saw you like this.” Rachel brushed her knuckles across Jenny’s cheek before gently pulling the pacifier out of her mouth. “Any special reason you want to be babied today?”
“Tomorrow is a big girl day – I’m getting married! I have to get all of tomorrow’s being Little in today.”
“I like this idea. Unlike Niusha, I got all my errands done yesterday, so I have plenty of time for the full baby morning experience.”
That experience started with Rachel dressing Jenny in a pink one piece pajama that buttoned with big cream-colored buttons all the way down her front and all the way under her crotch. Pacifier back in her mouth, Jenny let Rachel take her hand and lead her downstairs. Nervous butterflies tickled her tummy when Rachel set up Jenny’s high chair, but she got a thrill of excitement climbing into it all the same. Trading her pacifier for a tender kiss from her babysitter, Jenny giggled to discover that Rachel had clipped the high chair’s belt around her waist.
Before she started breakfast, Rachel put a little square card on the high chair tray. It was pink, with a white square inset, and a calligraphic capital J in red on the white. Giving Rachel a questioning look made the other woman smile goofily.
“It’s from Monchi. All I can tell you is that it’s the first of a series.” Rachel wiped her shining eyes and went to the stove.
Triply curious after Rachel’s reaction, Jenny turned the card over. In precisely printed text, it said:
Let J be the set of all sets of Jenna.
Jenny furrowed her brow. “Wachel, I don’t get it.”
“Monchi swore me to secrecy, sorry.”
“But… Wachel!” Jenny’s protest was effective only at getting a cut strawberry pressed to her lips. She munched on the sweet fruit and alternated between re-reading the card and watching Rachel with a suspicious frown. It reads like the start of a maths proof – but I’m not a maths object, even if I wish I was sometimes.
French toast, adorned with hand-whipped cream and berries, was a sufficient distraction to stop Jenny obsessing over Monchi’s note. While she cooperated with Rachel feeding her for most of her breakfast, Jenny couldn’t resist deliberately missing the fork on the last few bites. The giggles her berry-smeared face engendered in both of them lasted through Rachel wiping Jenny’s face off and taking her to the living room. As she was realizing that she hadn’t had anything to drink with breakfast, Jenny spotted a frosty bottle of milk on the coffee table.
Rachel took a seat on the couch and patted her lap. “Lay your head down here, baby girl.”
“W-Wachel – I haven’t had a bottle in a while.” Nevertheless, she laid down on the couch and scooted her head onto Rachel’s thighs.
“Then it’s a good thing I prepped one for my baby girl.” Rachel put the bottle’s nipple to Jenny’s mouth. As cold as it was, the milk was light and refreshing – a nice counterpoint to the heat in Jenny’s cheeks.
I wanted to be babied, I’m getting babied. This is okay, right? The tension between her embarrassment and the warm glow in her heart from being the center of attention had Jenny squirming. Rachel popped open the buttons on Jenny’s pajamas and stroked the Little girl’s belly. Combined with the bottle – on top of the morning she’d had – the sensation sent Jenny diving deep into Littlespace. She settled down into a world where there was only the bottle and the love her babysitter was showering her with.
When Rachel drew a light blanket over Jenny and put her down for a nap, she was mentally tiny enough that wetting her diaper was a comfort. Just as in the morning with Navi, Jenny’s accident was still pleasantly warm when she slipped into a doze.
~~~*~~~
“Good morning again, Jenny-Bear.” Navi’s voice lit Jenny’s brain up like the sun shining through frosted glass. Getting into her fiancé’s arms was the highest possible priority – Jenny yawned and stretched on her way to throwing her arms around Navi.
“Navi, I’m having a baby day.”
“I heard, I’m excited.” Navi grinned and kissed Jenny, pulling the Little girl into her lap. Along the way she slipped a hand into the open front of Jenny’s pajamas and down the front of her diaper.
“It wasn’t when I was sleeping!” Jenny locked eyes with Navi anxiously.
“I didn’t say it was. It’s just a bit of potty anyway, I don’t need to change you yet.”
“But…”
“Nope, babies don’t get to decide when they get changed, unless they’re uncomfortable enough to cry.”
“Navi – stop it.” Jenny giggled and squirmed, rubbing her butt against Navi’s thighs through her damp padding. Her fiancé was wearing a blazer over a bandeau top and nice slacks – meaning she’d been on a babysitting job. After the intense pampering she’d received from her girlfriends all morning, Jenny could hardly complain about Navi’s absence.
“Were you babysitting Flora?”
“No, I had some quick stops today for a few other baby girls.”
“Which ones?”
“You’ve never wanted to hear details about my clients before.” Navi tilted her head curiously. “Do you need to talk about how you feel about my job?”
“No, I’m not upset.” Jenny shook her head vigorously. “I liked playing with Flora. If it’s okay, I want to know about the other girls – especially if you think I could be friends with them.”
Navi grinned and kissed Jenny passionately, tangling their tongues together until Jenny’s cheeks were burning much hotter than they had been when Rachel bottle-fed her. A yearning moan slipped between Jenny’s lips as the kiss ended. She slid her hands up Navi’s taut belly and cupped her fiancé’s firm bosom.
“It’s okay if you can’t tell me about them – we can do more of this instead.”
“Maybe in a bit.” Navi winked. “Some of my clients have requested extra privacy, but I can tell you about most of them as long as you promise not to share anything I say outside of our polycule.”
Jenny nodded vigorously. “I promise. I’m a good girl.”
“You bet you are.” Navi kissed Jenny again tenderly – but with an undercurrent of heat that stoked answering heat in Jenny’s diaper. “I saw Skye, Selena, and Angela today.”
“That’s so many Littles in one day!” Jenny chewed her lip, trying to imagine the logistics of bouncing from one babysitting job to another. “Skye is Flora’s friend, right?”
“She is. I was doing quick check-ins with them. It’s something I just started, but my clients seem to like it a lot – and it’s got a really good monetary return on my time.”
The Jenna part of Jenny’s brain wanted to ask more about Monserrat’s job, knew she should be making couples’ small talk and encouraging her fiancé to share her work life. As Little as she was, the Jenny part of her overrode that impulse and blurted out her immediate desire instead.
“I wanna play games with Skye and Flora, like Flora wanted to do when we had our playdate.”
“That could easily be arranged. Skye lives in her computer chair, and I know Flora’s really excited by the idea. I could even see if they’re available this afternoon.”
“I want to play now.” Waiting was a thing that belonged to the dumb adult world. Though Navi was of course Monserrat – Jenna’s fiancé with the loving golden aura – she was also a caregiver that needed to be steered away from responsibility and toward fun.
“Oh, you will, but with me, not them.” Navi kissed Jenny again, cupping the Little girl’s breasts through her pajamas. “Though you’re going to need to wet that diaper again before it’s properly ready for buzzies.”
“But – I don’t hafta go right now.” Jenny moaned, pressing herself against Navi and kissing her fiancé’s neck.
“Then I guess we’re going to be at it for a while.” Navi scooped Jenny into her arms and made for the stairs. “I’ll probably get off four or five times before you’re ready for the magic wand.”
“No fair!” Jenny clung to Navi and nibbled her ears as they ascended the stairs. “Give me a glass of water or something.”
“If you’re a good girl – after my first one.” Navi tossed Jenny lightly on her king size bed, grabbing her and blowing a raspberry on her belly before the Little girl could get her bearings.
Overcome by a fit of wild giggles – Jenny was at Navi’s mercy and soon stripped down to her diaper, having been tickled from head to toe. She’d hardly caught her breath when Navi’s lips met hers again. Her heart was already beating fast, from thrashing about while being tickled. When her breasts pressed up against Navi’s bare bosom, her heart fairly thudded in her chest. People were constantly putting things in Jenny’s mouth when she was Little – pacifiers, bottles, and food for the most part. Navi directed her Little girl just as deftly as Rachel had fed her breakfast. When Navi needed more than kisses, she presented her breasts to Jenny’s lips – which the Little girl licked on sucked on to both their delight.
A bit later, the world had become a fuzzy place composed only of Navi’s skin and the surging excitement that danced across Jenny’s nerves. Navi took her breasts away and gave Jenny the fragrant wetness between her legs. Eagerly lapping at Navi’s button, Jenny rubbed her thighs together as an answering pulse built in her kitty. The moment Navi’s cries echoed off the bedroom walls, Jenny climbed her fiancé and pressed every inch of bare flesh she could manage against Navi’s sweaty skin. Blind passion had her grinding her padded crotch against Navi’s powerful thigh and gasping at every touch from her fiancé.
The next thing to be pressed to Jenny’s lips was a bottle of apple juice, which she greedily gulped down. Navi pinned Jenny in a tight embrace of arms and legs. Lightly struggling in an effort to feel the restraint even more, Jenny felt herself flush across her whole body. Desire built in her until she was certain that she was going to burst – and her bladder did. A surprised gasp of pleasure escaped Jenny. The flood of hot liquid in her diaper was sexy even without the vibrator.
Newly discovered arousal from wetting was a mere appetizer to the wand Navi pressed to Jenny’s padded crotch. If a long, sexy session with Navi had narrowed the world to just their bodies, the pulsing vibration across her kitty sent her into space. There was no world anymore, just the feeling radiating out from between her legs to fill every bit of Jenny. Her nerves were too overloaded to really feel Navi, but she could still smell and hear her love, encouraging her to greater heights of passion.
Instead of a single flash of pleasure, or even multiple climaxes, Jenny felt a roaring supernova of pleasure overtake her. Her ecstasy held her in an inescapable grip and left her limp as a noodle. Draped over Navi and panting, Jenny nuzzled her love and thanks into her fiancé’s breasts. Cuddling, being wiped down, and having her diaper changed all happened in the same floaty dream space.
It wasn’t until much later, when Navi had gotten up from the bed, that Jenny noticed that her stuffed bat was holding a pink card. There was another calligraphic letter on the card, a lowercase m. She snatched the card out of Elizabat’s wings and flipped it over. The text on the back read:
Let m be Monserrat.
What is my wonderful dork of a fiancé up to? Jenny grinned and pulled Elizabat in for the tightest squeeze she could manage. As much as she wanted to interrogate Navi, the anticipation was too delicious to ruin. Instead, she made sure that Navi knew she’d seen the card, before giving her fiancé an exuberant hug and kiss.
“Ready to play with your friends?” Navi asked, scooping Jenny into her arms like the Little girl was weightless.
“Yes please!” Despite Navi’s statement, Jenny had to endure the interruption of being put in a soft white onesie before her babysitter sat her down at her laptop. Her worries about her computer not being up to snuff with a professional streamer’s PC were soothed when she saw how simple the graphics were on the game they were playing. Simple as they were, Moonmist Farm’s visuals were cute, enchanting Jenny immediately.
Flora’s face popped up on the screen, joined by a new person in RGB headphones with kitty ears on the headband. “Hey Jenny! This is Skye. Skye, this is Jenny.”
“Jenny, we can’t see you, do you have a camera? I’m not streaming, promise.” Streaming or no, Skye’s camera was clearly in a different league than Flora’s. Seeing her playdate friend in a slightly blurry image gave Jenny the courage to reach for the webcam she used for remote classes.
“Just a second, I have to set up the – camera.” Under the camera were two more pink notes. The first was adorned with a calligraphic H, the second said, “Given:”
“Do you need help setting it up?” Flora asked. “Skye’s really good at troubleshooting, she doesn’t get impatient or anything.”
“No um, just a sec.” Jenny flipped the H card over. It read:
Let H be the set of all happy worlds.
With trembling hands, she turned the last note over, finding an equation written in set notation.
m ∈ H iff J ⊆ H
“m is an element of H, if and only if J is a subset of H?” Jenny whispered.
“What’s that?” Skye asked. “Do you need help with your camera?”
“No, thank you.” Jenny clipped the camera to the top of her laptop and tapped a button. Her face popped up on screen just in time for Skye and Flora to see Jenny wiping her eyes.
“Are you okay?”
Jenny giggled blissfully, nodding at the other two Littles. “My Navi – um, Monserrat, is the best. We’re getting married tomorrow, and she just left me the sweetest note I’ve ever gotten.”
“You’re getting married!” Flora’s jaw dropped. “Oh my gosh, I know it’s too late to ask but I wish I could come!”
“It’s an elopement thing, really small.” Jenny shrugged. “We’ll have a bigger party later in the summer. You – could come then if you wanted. Both of you!”
“Sounds like there will be cake at the summer thing, I’m in.” Skye said with a grin.
“Of course I’ll be there, we’re friends, right?” Flora beamed through her camera.
“Yes – we are.” Jenny smiled shyly. “So what’s this game about?”
While Skye explained the game in great detail – which Jenny mostly tuned out once she got the gist that it was a farming simulator set in a small town – Monserrat dropped by with a plate of crackers and a sippy cup for Jenny. The Little girl ducked off camera and kissed her fiancé for all she was worth.
“You found the notes then?” Monserrat smiled bashfully. “I hope they said what I wanted them to say.”
“Monserrat is in all the happy worlds that exist – if and only if all the versions of Jenna are in those worlds too?” Jenny sighed happily and nuzzled Monserrat. “I love you. Thank you for understanding me.”
“Thank you for loving me.” Monserrat squeezed Jenny in a hug until she squeaked.
“Jenny, are you still there? We need to make our characters.” Flora said.
“Coming!” Jenny said, grinning from ear to ear.
“Have fun on your playdate.” Monchi kissed Jenny atop her head and scooted the Little girl back into her seat.
“I’m here, I’m here! Oh, we get a pet? But only one? How am I supposed to pick between a kitten and a puppy?”
“There’s three of us, we’ll have two of one and one of the other.” Skye said, taking Jenny’s concern with all the serious gravitas of another Little. She tapped the kitty ears on her headphones. “I call dibs on a kitty. You two work out which one of you is going to have a puppy.”
“Me!” Flora said, bouncing in her chair.
“I’ll have one too.” Jenny said, checking a box. She munched on a cracker and took a sip of what turned out to be apple juice in her sippy cup. Her Littleness felt more than carefree, it was right, down to the core of her being.
It’s kind of sad that I won’t be Little at all tomorrow. Jenny mused as she let Flora and Skye take over the rest of the game setup. But getting married is a big girl thing – I can’t be a bride in diapers.