Getting Little (Chapters)

Feeling super little wasn’t compatible with being moved around an apartment, Sarita was discovering. After being diapered and wetting on Astra’s bed, Sarita had wonderful snuggly time with her Angel. It was warm in the apartment, especially for someone wearing a diaper and the fuzzy thigh-high socks that Astra had put Sarita in. Warmth and snuggles amplified the ditzy mood that had taken Sarita over.

Astra had called her “Little Girl” and “Baby Girl” so many times, that when a move to the living room was announced, Sarita waited for Astra to pick her up. Unfortunately, Astra couldn’t, and Sarita didn’t understand until her confusion had already caused an awkward hiccup in the game. Sarita’s Angel had some human limitations, of course.

It’s probably good she isn’t an actual angel. I think they’re supposed to be super scary weird monsters or something. Even if she was just a nine foot tall lady, that would be weird, right?

While Sarita pondered what it would be like if Astra was a genuine Amazon, It’d be hot, she trundled along behind Astra to the living room couch. The diaper squished oddly. Sarita was technically dry, but there was a soggy bulk surrounding her crotch and butt. That brought Littleness and anxiety crashing down on Sarita.

She was only too happy to lie across her Angel’s lap and cuddle some more. As long as her Angel was playing with her, Sarita didn’t have to think about her situation, or why it might be embarrassing. Whether or not the situation was hot could also be pushed off to the side.

Playing the empty-headed baby worked so long as all they did was snuggle. When snuggles moved on to kisses, with Astra’s hand firmly holding Sarita’s diapered crotch, the question of hotness could no longer be ignored. It’s so fucking hot. Madre de Dios, this is so weird but, it’s Flaming Hot Cheeto hot.

When her hands found Astra’s breasts, Sarita realized her Angel had had a wardrobe change. The office-lady skirt Astra had been wearing was still present, but her conservative blouse had been swapped for a low cut frilly affair that was somewhere between French courtesan and milkmaid.

No sooner had Sarita investigated her Angel’s bosom, than Astra unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped the front clasp of her bra. Belatedly, Sarita realized it wasn’t the whole bra that was coming open, it was the right cup alone. Though she blushed at being confronted with a maternity bra, Sarita wasn’t so dazed that she didn’t know what Astra wanted.

Sarita lowered her mouth to Astra’s breast and kissed across it, landing her lips on her Angel’s nipple. Astra shuddered happily, stroking Sarita’s side. Each gentle stroke ended with a pat on Sarita’s diaper. As she was reminding herself that she’d agreed to sucking Astra’s nipples, Sarita’s embarrassment blossomed into kinky pleasure.

Confused and Little, Sarita even squeezed out a bit of liquid into her diaper when Astra patted her. She had a sexy fire in her belly, but it was a new one that had her off-balance. For herself as well as Astra, now, Sarita wanted to keep things going. Keenly watching Astra’s every reaction, Sarita did her best to keep the flow of sexy fun going.

It was surprising when Astra pulled Sarita off her nipple, but she was ready to go with the flow. Eagerly, she watched her Angel to see what she was supposed to do next. The rubber nipple of a baby bottle touched her lips and Sarita eagerly sucked at it.

Bottle feeding was another thing she’d agreed to do, so there was no trepidation. The liquid in the bottle was nice and cool, which was a plus. Sarita had been fearing she’d get a warm bottle, which sounded yuck even if it was a protein shake instead of milk. Drinking from the bottle made Sarita’s angel smile beatifically. It was worth every sugar packet in the world to see that smile.

The bottle was half done when things took a turn out of bounds. Astra pulled the bottle away and put Sarita back on her breast. Sarita didn’t see a reason to question it, sucking eagerly at her Angel’s breast and luxuriating in the hot moans Astra was making.

A gentle touch moved Sarita to Astra’s left breast. The moment her tongue touched Astra’s nipple, Sarita tasted the milky protein shake. Her eyes opened in surprise to see Astra thoroughly coating her right nipple. Sarita’s Angel put her back on the right nipple for a fresh taste of the creamy liquid.

Both activities might have been negotiated, but combined they felt considerably kinkier. Sarita didn’t have the words or the free mouth to protest. Her Angel’s moans were thick with lust, which both helped and complicated things further. It felt incredible to be able to make Astra moan like that. Eliciting those moans by breastfeeding – because there was nothing else Sarita could call what she was doing – felt really strange.

Once again, Sarita felt like a conveniently cute pair of lips. Her baby behavior didn’t connect – couldn’t connect to her idea of being a good lover. The fire in her belly had spread to her crotch, Sarita realized that Astra was rubbing her diaper. Moaning along with her Angel, Sarita did her best to ride the pleasurable bit of the stormy sea in her mind.

The cry of pleasure that came out of Astra was awe-inspiring. Sarita held on as her Angel’s whole body quivered and arched. Sweat broke out all over Astra’s skin. As her Angel lowered Sarita’s head to her lap, the smell of Astra’s desire broke past the heavy scents of baby powder and the protein shake.

Still trapped in a wordless frame of mind, Sarita was glad when Astra put the bottle back to her lips. A full mouth removed any obligation to speak, all she had to do was suck on the bottle and watch her Angel’s magnificent breasts sway while Astra caught her breath.

The bottle was done before Astra’s afterglow was. Sarita closed her eyes and dozed while her Angel stroked her belly, breasts, and diaper. A deep sense of comfort spread out through Sarita. It cradled her anxious nerves and soothed them, covered her confused mind with warm, still waters. As it floated in the contented feeling, her heart healed one of its jagged edges.

“How’s my Princess?” Astra asked, stroking Sarita’s cheek.

“Angel.” The one word was the only response Sarita could muster. It must have been the right word, because she saw glory and love light her Angel’s face up again.

“I need to clean up a little. Can you be a good baby and stay on the couch?”

Sarita nodded. Once her Angel was out from under her, Sarita closed her eyes and dozed again. Astra returned with a skirt that she pulled up Sarita’s legs and over her diaper. Cute pink shoes went over the fuzzy pink socks. Her Angel took her hand and lead her to the balcony. It was delightfully crisp outside. Astra sat on a bench and put Sarita on her lap. While she struggled toward wakefulness, Sarita played with a leaf of one of the climbing plants that covered the balcony’s iron rail.

“That was so beautiful, what we just shared.” Astra said. “How are you feeling, Baby Girl? Is my baby still feeling Little?”

“I think – Little – yeah.” Sarita smiled shyly.

“You’re adorable when you’re Little. More than any Baby Girl I’ve eve known.” Astra smiled broadly and bounced Sarita on her knees. “Whoopsie! There’s a bouncy baby Princess.”

Sarita giggled and braced her hands on Astra’s shoulders. Bouncies came with tender kisses, which made for an incredible combination. Sadly, the longer the bouncies went on, the more their fun faded. Part of it was the noise intruding from below. Sarita’s mind wasn’t processing the conversations on the street but it was hearing them as more than a neutral noise.

The real barrier to fun turned out to be the pressure that was building between Sarita’s legs. After enough uncomfortable squirms, her Angel stopped the bouncing and stroked Sarita’s face.

“Is something the matter, Princess?”

“I hafta – I have to go.” Sarita blushed.

“Your diaper is a long way from leaking, baby girl. Go ahead and potty. Potty for M – for your Angel.”

“But we’re…” Sarita swallowed around a lump in her throat. The conversations below were intruding more and more. Two men were having a discussion about basketball. They’re both wrong. The UNH will never beat UMAS on the basketball court – unless they’re talking about the women’s teams, but I doubt they are.

“You’re okay. Potty for me, Little Girl. You can do it. You can be your Angel’s potty Princess.”

Full awareness came crashing onto Sarita, banishing the happy Little daze she’d been enjoying. She was out on the balcony. It was something she’d agreed to – and to be fair it was a much more secluded balcony than she’d been envisioning. Even with the plants all over the railing, it felt impossible to wet a diaper when two dudes were talking about basketball right below her.

“I can’t. Take me inside please. I can do it there.”

“But we’re still enjoying the nice summer evening.” Astra kissed Sarita sweetly. “Come on, Princess. We’re not going inside unless you potty, and it looks like you have to go. Let it out for me.”

Being Little had distracted Sarita from her bodily functions enough that she hadn’t noticed until she was near-bursting. Astra’s insistence on wetting outside was frustrating and scary, but arguing felt like it would consume energy that Sarita didn’t have. Besides, what am I supposed to do, shout “I’m not going to potty outside” loud enough for the basketball bros to hear?

With a shudder that was almost a sob, Sarita relaxed and gushed in her diaper. Her Angel pulled her close and Sarita was glad to have someone to cling to. With her mind shying away from what she’d just done, and the street conversations quieting down, a bit of the Little feeling snuck back in.

Unlike the deep peace she’d had before, Sarita’s new Little feeling was fussy and contrary. She scowled at Astra’s smile with her whole face. Surprised, her Angel patted Sarita’s now-warm diaper.

“What’s that face for, Princess?”

“I didn’t want to do that!” Sarita hissed.

“We’ve talked about this, sweetie. Little Girls don’t always get to do what they want.”

“I didn’t like it!” Sarita forced herself off Astra’s lap and stamped her foot.

Astra giggled, which only stoked the infuriated fuss in Sarita further. “Looks like my Potty Princess is little again! Aww, you’re darling even when you’re fussy.”

I’m not darling, I’m angry! Let’s see how darling I am when – when – this stupid plant is on the floor!

Sarita swiped at one of the potted plants, sending it crashing to the concrete floor of the balcony. The terracotta pot shattered, splashing a circle of dirt and exposed roots on the concrete.

Astra’s jaw dropped. “You – you… Little Girl! That was extremely naughty!”

“It’s what you get.” Sarita glared at Astra.

“You wanted to go inside, we’re going back inside. Then we’ll see what you get.” Astra grabbed Sarita’s wrist. With her mouth set in a firm line, she fast walked Sarita to the bedroom. Sarita allowed herself to be dragged along. Her thoughts were swirling with anger, confusion, and hurt.

Astra had asked her to be a brat. It was part of what had given Sarita the courage to act out as much as she had. Under the brattiness was genuine anger, though. The two tangled together until Sarita didn’t know how to talk about them. When Astra stripped off Sarita’s skirt and wet diaper, bending over the bed felt inevitable.

With her hips resting on the changing blanket, Sarita tensed her rear for the spanking Astra was promising. There was a full lecture going on, but it was wasted on the distracting turmoil in Sarita’s mind. All of Astra’s passionate words were so much wind-noise to Sarita.

The first slap on Sarita’s rear was a bright spot of clarity that cut through the mind fog. Already emotionally unbalanced, Sarita burst into tears right away. It didn’t seem to deter Astra’s spanking hand. More than twenty hard slaps connected with Sarita’s wet butt, stinging and burning until she was hiccupping through her sobs.

The first touch on Sarita’s sex felt like an intrusion. Mentally, Sarita was far from sexy thoughts. Her body was quick to remind her how much she liked being spanked. It took only a few touches before Sarita was moaning around her hiccups instead of sobbing. As the blazing desire spread out from her sex into her hips, her aching ass, and her belly, Sarita’s hiccups vanished.

Though she was moaning and screaming to rival an overproduced porno, Sarita’s climax caught her by surprise, One moment there was pleasure racing along her skin and pooling in her sensitive bits, the next her mind went blind with ecstasy. The peaks came repeatedly, too close together to count. Astra had stopped touching Sarita somewhere in that mad rush of bliss, but her hips bucked three more times before paradise faded.

Astra kneeled by Sarita and took the Little Girl’s face in her hands. Sarita’s Angel was trembling, her eyes were unfocused with desire. She kissed Sarita hard, possessively pulling her hair. Panting, Astra stared into Sarita’s eyes.

“That was so hot. We’re going to go through so many plant pots. I don’t care. I’ll buy them in bulk.”

Blinking as she tried to process that statement, Sarita found herself between Astra’s legs as her Angel dropped onto the bed. Scrabbling urgently, Astra hiked her skirt up and yanked her panties off. Sarita was leaning forward before Astra grabbed her hair again. Tears poured down her cheeks again. She’d done it, she’d overwhelmed Astra with lust until her Angel had dropped all pretense.

Feeling like a goddess of sex, Sarita dove between Astra’s legs with her tongue. She gave it her all, fingers inside her Angel while her tongue constantly worked across Astra’s button. There was too much sensation to count Astra’s summits any more than Sarita had been able to count her own. They were many, they were loud, and that was enough.

Astra was so overcome when she finished that she didn’t diaper Sarita right away. They lay together in bed like proper lovers, smelling of each other and pressed skin to skin.

—–

When Sarita roused from the bed, she had a sore butt and was looking forward to some gentle care. Astra was happy to provide that care, though in her own way, of course. As Sarita made her way to the bathroom she found Astra already up and showered. She’d also run a bubble bath for Sarita.

While the bubbles smelled nice and the warm water was soothing, Sarita sat in the water wishing she’d been offered a shower instead. It was tricky to sit in the tub with her sore butt, for one thing. For another, it was sweet of Astra to help Sarita scrub down, but it made cleaning up feel like an extension of the previous scene. That feeling of not-quite-aftercare was amplified when Astra put Sarita in a new diaper as soon as she was dried off from the tub.

In a new onesie, swaddled on the couch in a warm blanket, Sarita’s mood rose in earnest. Belly rumble induing smells wafted out of the kitchen. Despite seeming quite busy in the kitchen, Astra found time every five minutes to return to the couch and give Sarita a snuggle or a kiss.

To Sarita’s great surprise, Astra let her eat dinner on the couch. Though her drink was in a sippy cup and her utensils were designed for toddlers, it didn’t matter much with the meal Astra had made. A meal which was even more delicious than the smells that had heralded it.

Tucking in to the lasagna, garlic bread, and salad, Sarita’s belly and heart were both full in no time. Her Angel did everything for her, from taking Sarita’s plate back to the kitchen to ordering her to stay on he couch when Sarita offered to help with the dishes.

Their post dinner entertainment had Sarita on her Angel’s lap watching an old kid’s movie. Neither of them was paying much attention to the movie, giving priority to cuddling and hand-feeding each other fresh-baked brownies instead.

Being Astra’s Little felt so good that when Sarita felt the need to pee, she went right away. For the first time, filling her diaper was part of the fun, instead of being neutral or distressing. Playfully, Sarita reported her accident to Astra. To her delight, Sarita’s Angel fussed over her and peppered her with kisses as a reward.

At bedtime, Astra was reluctant to change Sarita’s diaper. Getting past that reluctance was a simple matter of cutely praising Astra’s diaper changing skills. With the last hitch in the night out of the way, Sarita was eager to get into bed with her Angel. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, with Sarita in a state of deep contentment.

—–

There were few things better than waking up with beautiful, pillowy breasts in one’s face, Sarita discovered. It was her first time waking up that way, none of her previous girlfriends had anything approaching Astra’s endowment. Her Angel was already awake, but still sleepy. She caressed Sarita’s cheek, to which the Little girl responded by cuddling close. Everything was perfect.

Everything except the fact that I need to pee. I’m supposed to get my break now. I could just go in my diaper. Astra would love that so much.

It was a hard decision to contemplate on such a gentle wakeup. Sarita deferred the decision until her need for the bathroom had gone from a mild notification to an urgent alert. She gave Astra one more nuzzle and kiss before breaking the news.

“I’m going to take my break now.”

The disappointment in Astra’s eyes was immediate and unmistakable. Despite that, she gave Sarita’s arm a squeeze and nodded.

“I’ll be ready as soon as your break is done.”

Guilt gnawed at Sarita while she went through her morning routine. It had sucked to have thrown cold water on such a warm moment. Also awkward was the fact that she had no clean clothes. Luckily, Astra leant Sarita a robe as soon as she asked. Eyeing the diaper and changing supplies that had already been set out on the bed, Sarita fled to the kitchen.

With jam-covered toast and a cup of coffee inside her, Sarita was feeling up to anything. The morning’s guilt had faded to a pinprick of doubt. Astra had been a little quiet over breakfast, but Sarita reasoned that she was merely taking advantage of the break as well.

“I think – I’m ready to play again,” Sarita said, swirling the last couple of sips-worth of coffee in her mug.

“Great!” Astra’s face was suddenly beaming. Without further ado, she had Sarita out of her chair and back in the bedroom. From saying she was ready to play, to Sarita naked on a changing blanket, had been less than a minute.

Chuckling to herself at her girlfriend’s extreme eagerness, Sarita relaxed into the diapering. She was surprised that there was no onesie or other baby clothes presented once her diaper was on. Astra had a long skirt and a cute t-shirt with a cartoon character instead.

As before, Astra made a point of showing Sarita the store tags before she cut them off. Though the gesture was as sweet as it had been before, it begged the question of just how many sets of new clothes Astra had. There were either boxes of them hidden somewhere in the apartment, or all of Astra’s Little Girls had similar body types. Thigh highs and black Mary Jane’s completed Sarita’s outfit. Even the shoes had been new.

“There’s my Princess! You look darling. I’m sad to say that I have to take you home before long. Should I launder your clothes from last night, or would you rather take them home?”

“It might not be a terrible idea for me to have a change of clothes over here,” Sarita said shyly.

“I think it’s a wonderful idea.” Astra kissed Sarita with longing tenderness. “I had an absolutely beautiful time with you last night and this morning. I can’t wait for the next time.”

The sliver of doubt in Sarita spread into fresh guilt. Her Angel looked so happy, in contrast to her disappointment in bed, that Sarita felt she had to make up for being a downer.

“Maybe next time I won’t need a break in the morning,” Sarita said hesitantly. No sooner were the words out of her mouth than Astra swept her up into a big hug, squealing in delight.

“My Princess! My pretty, perfect Princess. You make me so happy! I love – what we have, do you know that? I’m so glad I have such a darling girl.”

Giggling and giddy at the rush of praise and emotion, Sarita went up on her tiptoes to kiss her Angel. Her hands found Astra’s breasts, while her Angel’s found her diaper. Their kiss drew out passionately, punctuated by loud crinkles from Sarita’s diaper.

“I hate that I have to take you home.” Astra pressed her forehead to Sarita’s.

“Even if you didn’t have to, I’ve got to see my kitty. He’ll be upset as it is.”

“Of course, the mysterious Nero. Do you think I’ll see him this time?”

“Maybe. It takes him a while to come out and greet people.” Most people, anyway.

“We better get going then. I want to get into Nero’s good graces as soon as I can.” Astra reluctantly disengaged from Sarita and went to the living room for her purse. As she slung it over her shoulder, Astra looked back at Sarita and bit her lip.

“I suppose we should get that diaper off you, since we’re going outside.”

Sarita squirmed, trying to ignore the crinkling under her skirt. “If we’re going straight to your car – then right up to my apartment – I could wear it for you.”

“Oh Princess.” Astra beamed. “If you keep being such a good girl, you’re not going to get any more of those spankings you like so much.”

“I thought you were going to buy more flower pots.” Sarita grinned mischeviously.

“For you, I’ll buy a warehouse of them.” Astra held out her hand, which Sarita obediently took.

I think it’s working out with me and my Angel. Sarita thought, as she watched the streets go by from Astra’s passenger seat. She keeps dancing around the L word. I’m pretty sure she wants to say it. Do I love her? How do you know when you’re in love with someone? Maybe Mimi knows, or Ineis.