It wasn't just the fun that Monserrat was having on her ABDL jobs. She was 'catching feels' too. Communication is the key to making a polyamorous relationship work, which meant Monserrat had to talk to her primary girlfriend. Unfortunately, Jenna is a very vanilla girl who's barely willing to do bondage. How can Monserrat ask her to dive into ABDL? JaM is the story of two people who love each other very much, as they try to explore kink without either one of them getting hurt. These ladies are in a bit of a jam!
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JaM 26
26
Monserrat regarded her girlfriend over their cups of coffee. It was never bright in The Black Drop, tucked as it was into a half-basement under the historic city hall building. With the sun down, it was especially dim. The many support pillars that separated tables in the coffee shop each spot in it’s own cozy globe of warm yellow light. Clarissa looked great in the dim light – she looked great in any light – but the effect was soured by how evasive she was being.
“Clarissa, I’m confused. Why do you need a babysitter for Brooke? You two are dating, and I’ve seen you handle multiple girls. What’s the issue?”
“Brooke wants to try it.” Clarissa looked down at her coffee bashfully. “I do too. I’m uh – not great at separating girlfriend and babysitter. Brooke isn’t either. You seem to have things handled with Jenna so we were hoping to get some tips.”
“Jenna is like – the most obedient baby girl ever.” Monserrat took a long sip of her black coffee. “Are you having discipline problems, is that what you’re trying to say?”
“Only when we’re playing – but we’re playing a lot. It’s lead to some fights that we didn’t know how to easily fix.”
“So you want me to…”
“Come over while I’m there, I’ll stay for a bit and leave. Then I’ll come back after a while, stay with you at the end, and you can head out.”
“Lyssa. People pay me thousands of dollars to do exactly what you’re describing.”
“Yeah, but I go down on you.”
Monserrat laughed, her voice echoing around the pillars of the nearly empty coffee shop. “Even for you, that was shameless. You really think what that mouth does is worth multiple grands?”
“I make you laugh, too.” Clarissa fluttered her lashes at Monserrat.
“Augh, fine, bitch. But only because I love you.” Monserrat shook her head. “You and Brooke have to agree to be my guinea pigs on a new type of babysitting though. Why isn’t Brooke here to negotiate this anyway?”
“Because she claimed she would literally die of embarrassment if she discussed this in public.”
“Nobody can hear us, there are like two people here.”
“I know, but she was close to a tantrum and…”
“Lyssa. Girlfriend. Look into my eyes and listen to my words.” Monserrat leaned forward, her brows furrowed. “I am willing to do the babysitting thing but I am not your relationship counselor.”
“I know, I know! We just need to fix this weirdness that happens when we play, and she and I can talk out the rest.”
“All I’m saying is that you’ve “misinterpreted” things before. I want to be super clear.”
“I swear, Monchi. By – by my love for you.”
“That’s a big deal if it turns out you’re fibbing.”
“Then I must be telling the truth, right?”
“Do you know that you communicate more like a brat than any girlfriend I’ve ever had?” Monserrate shook her head, smirking. “I need to start doing maintenance spankings with you and Rachel.”
“Uh yeah that’d be fine if that’s something you think needs to happen Monchi.” Clarissa cast her eyes downward and blushed.
“No wonder you’re having trouble with Brooke. You sympathize with her when she’s bratting, don’t you?”
“Maybe a little.” Clarissa sighed. “I’ve never had a Little girlfriend, and I sort of had her as a Little before she was my girlfriend. Brooke and I are on shaky ground, we’re both confused.”
“I get it. I’ll come over tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow?!”
“Yeah, so you two better be ready.”
“Yes Monchi.”
“Less subby, more accountable please.”
“Um – yes Monchi?”
Monserrat laughed. “I need to get back to my wife. See you tomorrow.”
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When Monserrat arrived at Clarissa’s apartment, the tension was palpable. Clarissa’s tidy studio apartment had been overrun with a combination of stuffies, baby toys, and dog toys. Technically a loft, the apartment had a high ceiling with a storage platform suspended ten feet up. Looking up through the metal grating of the storage platform, Monserrat could see that most of Clarissa’s precious or expensive things had been moved up and out of easy reach. Clarissa was in a midriff baring peasant blouse and jeans. Her tight curls were pulled back in a cascade of hair that fanned out from her head. Her face looked made-up and her expression looked fed-up.
Brooke was in a skater skirt that poofed out around a huge diaper. She was wearing a baby-doll tee with a corduroy bear stitched to the front and had a pacifier in her mouth. Bowser, her puppy, took a break from barking circles around Brooke to slobber on Monserrat’s shoes.
“I think I see one problem right away.” Monserrat scooped Bowser up, cradling him on her arm but holding the scruff of his neck with her other hand. Immediately, he relaxed.
“Bowser’s not a problem!” Brooke spat her pacifier out on the floor. Clarissa gritted her teeth and picked it up, carrying it to the sink to rinse off.
“Not by himself he isn’t. A puppy and a baby at the same time is a lot to manage. We’re going to split you two up. When Clarissa goes out, she’s taking Bowser with her.”
“No, I want to play with my puppy!” Brooke whined.
“No, I was supposed to get a break!” Clarissa whined.
Monserrat set the dog down on his dog bed and delivered a generous slap to both girls’ rears. Clarissa’s butt made as great a smacking sound as ever, while Brooke’s diaper made a satisfying thump.
“Do I have your attention, girls?”
“Yes, Monchi,” They said in unison.
“Brooke, I’m going to tell you what I told your girlfriend. It’s good for her to hear it again too. I’m not here to fix your relationship. You two are having discipline problems when you play, that’s fine. But I’m not excited to have you already mad at each other when I got here.”
“I’m sorry, Monserrat.” Clarissa nodded. “It’s hard for Brooke to get into the headspace, I was trying to help her get there so we wouldn’t waste a bunch of your time.”
“I appreciate that, but I think Brooke and I are going to do just fine together, aren’t we sweetie?” Monserrat wrapped an arm around Brooke from behind and stroked the girl’s long brown hair.
“I hope so.” Brooke squirmed, squeaking in surprise when she realized that Monserrat’s grip wasn’t going to relax.
“Clarissa, I’ve seen plenty of you two interacting. Grab the dog and off you go.”
“Okay, sure just – take good care of her.” Clarissa clipped Bowsers leash on, but lingered by Brooke. She fussed with the fit of Brooke’s shirt and brushed hair out of the Little girl’s face. “She doesn’t like using bottles, and she doesn’t mess. She likes to be read to and she gets hyper, but it’s only because she’s having fun.”
“You’re going to be a great ABDL momma.” Monserrat kissed Clarissa on the cheek. “I’m a good babysitter, so trust me and go.”
“Right, yeah. I’ll be back in an hour or two, okay Brooke – baby girl?”
“Okay – mommy – Lyssa.” Brooke whined when Clarissa left the apartment. That whine became a squeal when Monserrat picked her up and set her on the floor in front of Clarissa’s couch.
“Now, Little girl, we need to talk. Not as equals, in case there’s any confusion. That’s not what today is about. Today I’m your babysitter and you’re the Little girl. You’re mostly going to be listening and answering questions, understand?”
Not yet over the shock of being swooped off her feet, Brooke stared at Monserrat with her jaw hanging open. “I um – what if I don’t agree?”
“Then I call Lyssa and tell her to come back because I’m done here.” Monserrat didn’t soften her statement at all, gazing at Brooke with a completely neutral expression.
“But that’s – that’s…” Brooke whimpered, with tears welling up in her eyes.
“Clarissa told me that you two had agreed I was going to come here and work on discipline with you. I don’t think she’d lie to me, but did she misunderstand you, or did you misunderstand her?”
“No…” Brooke swallowed hard. “That’s what we’re supposed to be doing.”
“Good girl.” Monserrat patted Brooke on the head. “Now, what kind of discipline does your mommy do with you?”
“Spanking mostly.” Brooke blushed. “But she spanks me for uh – other stuff too.”
“I can see why that might not be very effective. Do you misbehave when you want her to spank you when you’re not doing ABDL play?”
“Yeah, but she likes it!”
“Does she spank hard?”
“No, I don’t like it when it’s too hard.”
“Do you ever make Clarissa genuinely upset outside of ABDL play when you’re fishing for a spanking, or is it just when you’re diapered?”
“Just diapered, I think.”
“You’re being a very good girl for me right now Brooke.” Monserrat patted Brooke’s head again. “So far you’ve earned one of my special cookies.”
Brooke’s gaze had been wandering, but became laser-focused on Monserrat. “What’s special about it?”
“It’s a maple-syrup sugar cookie with chocolate and raspberry frosting.”
“Oh my god, gimme the cookie!”
“No.” Monserrat bapped Brooke on the nose with her index finger. “You get the cookies you’ve earned when your mommy comes home. But only if you haven’t lost your cookies from bad behavior.”
“Those sound amazing, I’ll be good!” Brooke grinned slyly. “It sounds like I can earn more than one – how many are there?”
“Up to six. Big cookies too.”
“Wow.” Brooke shivered in sugar-rush anticipation.
“Now, obviously, you could go down to zero cookies and behave badly with no consequences. To fix that, I need to know if I’m allowed to spank you.”
“Mommy says you’re a good spanker.” Brooke wiggled her butt. Her diaper crinkled loudly against the hardwood floor. “That’s fine.”
“I’m talking about a punishment spanking, not a fun one.” Monserrat raised her brows. “You should know that Clarissa has been spanked that way by me – and she said it’s okay for me to spank you that hard if you agree to it.”
“M-mommy said that?” Brooke pulled her knees to her chest. “And you spanked her like you’re planning to spank me?”
“Quite a few times. She used to need a good spanking every week or so when she and I were dating exclusively.”
“Okay – you can. But if it’s too much can I say stop?”
“Yes, but you’ll stay over my knee and we’ll talk about what happens instead, if I can’t spank you.”
“Like what?”
“We’ll discuss it if you ask to stop a spanking. It’ll be something that won’t hurt, but I promise you that you won’t like it.”
“How come you’re so much better at this than mommy?”
“That wasn’t very nice. You just lost your cookie.”
“What!? No fair!”
“Very fair. I can see that you’re Little right now, but you’re still Brooke. You know how much you’d hurt Clarissa’s feelings if she heard you say that. I think you’re used to not having a filter when you’re Little, but you can’t use that as an excuse to say hurtful things.”
“I – I’m sorry. You’re right.” Brooke shuddered. She was on the verge of tears, and it was even money if they were going to be Little tears, or Big.
Monserrat pulled Brooke into her lap and held the Little girl’s head against her shoulder. “The reason it’s different with me than with your mommy is because I’m not your sexy babysitter.”
“Um, yeah you are.” Brooke smirked.
“You know what I mean. You and I aren’t dating. When you play ABDL with Clarissa, you’re trying hard to be Little girl for her, but you try too hard sometimes, don’t you?”
“Probably, yeah. I don’t know how to pretend to be a kid.”
“You’re doing fine with me. Kids are eager to please, they take direction without questioning why an adult has authority, and they’re focused on fun things they want to do. Since I took charge of you, you’ve been an obedient Little girl.”
“That’s because you’re scary.”
“Adults are supposed to be a little bit scary to kids. Not wanting a parent or caregiver to be upset is a big motivator for kids, and it should be for Littles too. I don’t think you understand how big a deal it is that Clarissa called me in to help her.”
“She said you’re doing us a big favor because you normally charge a lot for babysitting.”
“That has nothing to do with it being a big deal for Clarissa.” Monserrat sighed and cuddled Brooke close to lessen the impact of her next words. “If she’s calling in extra help, then she’s not sure she can keep playing with or dating you.”
“What? No, no, I like her a lot. You – you’re serious?” Despite Monserrat’s hug, Brooke’s cheeks were streaked with tears.
“I’m serious.” Monserrat gently wiped Brooke’s cheeks clean. “It also means that she likes you a lot – she wouldn’t go this far for a lot of the girls she’s dated.”
“But I don’t want to hurt her – and I really don’t want to stop playing with her or break up with her!”
“I know. Do you think knowing that you pushed her that far will make you more careful with her when you’re playing together?”
“Yeah! I’ll be a good girl Monchi, I can do it!”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Monserrat patted Brooke’s diaper. “Now, I want you to hurry around like a good helper and get the apartment clean for when Clarissa gets back.”
“Oh come on, you really want to waste babysitting time on tha…at?!”
Brooke’s words trailed off in a screech as Monserrat deftly flipped the Little girl over her knees. Monserrat had Brooke’s diaper pulled down to the Little girl’s thighs and her arm raised high in the air before Brooke managed to squeak out a protest.
“WAIT!”
“I’m waiting.” Monserrat kept Brooke pinned over her knees with an arm across the small of her back. She kept her arm raised, ready to strike.
“You didn’t give me time to – to – oh god, you’re going to spank me really hard, aren’t you?”
“That’s right. Ready for your spanking?”
“No! Stop!” Brooke squirmed, but had neither the leverage nor the strength to get out from under Monserrat’s arm. “What’s my alternative? If I don’t want a spanking?”
“If you won’t take a punishment spanking, I’m going to tell Clarissa what you said about me being a better mommy than her.”
“Why? Why would you do that?”
“Because if you can’t take a punishment that’s not fun for you, then you’re not willing to play unless it’s fun for you every second. That means you don’t care if it’s not fun for Clarissa a lot of the time – and that’s something the two of you are going to have to sit down and have a serious conversation about.”
“But you’ll hurt her feelings!”
“No, it’ll be your words hurting her.”
Brooke sobbed, clinging to Monserrat’s legs. “She really – isn’t having fun?”
“Little girl, I know you’re upset but we just talked about how far you had to push Clarissa for her to bring me in.”
“But why do I have to get hit for her to have fun?”
“You don’t. I almost never spank Jenna. But she works really hard on being a good girl, and she changes her behavior right away when I correct her.” Monserrat lowered her arm, flexing it to let the blood run back in, and patted Brooke’s rear. “You don’t have to be spanked when you act out and make Clarissa mad, but you do have to get a consequence that isn’t fun. Otherwise there’s no balance.”
“So – I could be a good girl all the time and not get punished? But Clarissa likes it when I’m naughty, she told me it’s cute.”
“It is, dummy.” Monserrat pinched Brooke’s butt gently. “She needs a way to bring you up short when you go too far though. Otherwise she has no way to tell you that you’re upsetting her without stopping the game.”
“I – I’m ready for my spanking.” Brooke tensed up on Monserrat’s lap.
“Are you sure? It’s going to hurt quite a bit.”
“I know. Um – can you not do it too much? I think mommy might want to spank me when she gets home. She might need to do the not-fun kind of spanking too.”
“I’m really proud of you, Brooke. That was hard to figure out and say, especially when you’re feeling Little. You’re going to get your spanking, but you’ve also earned two cookies.”
“Really?”
Brooke relaxing in surprise was exactly what Monserrat was waiting for. She brought down her hand with a mighty slap that made the Little girl howl! Monserrat waited before spanking again, listening for any protest from Brooke. Other than tears, there was none. All in all, Brook got ten big spanks that echoed off the brick walls of Clarissa’s studio and left the girl’s bottom cherry red.
Afterwards, Monserrat cuddled the sobbing girl in her arms and tucked a unicorn stuffie against Brooke’s chest. Once Brooke’s tears were done and her face was washed, Monserrat produced the box of special cookies from her bag. Brooke made a lunge for the cookies which Monserrat easily blocked.
“Not until the apartment is picked up.”
“But – but mommy will be back soon!”
“Then you better run that sore ass around the place, Little girl.” Monserrat put her hands on her hips. “And don’t expect me to help you. This is your mess and you know it’s driving Clarissa crazy.”
“Oh god!”
Even Monserrat, queen of the volleyball court, Star of the ABDU track team, was impressed at the speed and precision with which Brooke raced around to clean. Time was against her. The pile of stuffies had been easy to clean. Bowser’s toys and spilled dog food proved to be more time consuming. The kitchenette was a disaster, as was the changing area. The former had cups and little plates stacked across all available counter space, the latter had diapers strewn everywhere.
“Kitchen first, Brookie-cookie. You can do it.” Monserrat checked her phone. Clarissa was on the way, ten minutes away at most. Unless Brooke developed superhuman powers, she had no shot at finishing on time.
The Little girl was trying though, scrubbing and rinsing cups as fast as she could without breaking them. Monserrat quietly stepped over to the changing area to tidy up.
Monserrat’s phone chimed again as Brooke put the last dish in the drying rack. “Mommy’s downstairs.”
“But I’m not done, I’m not going to be able to…” Teary-eyed again, Brooke stumbled around the kitchenette’s half-wall to stare at the perfectly organized changing area. “But you – but I – but…”
“Shh, Little girl.” Monserrat kissed Brooke on the head. “Your babysitter isn’t going to let you fail when you’re trying your best.”
The hug Monserrat got from Brooke was bone-crushing, despite her big, muscled frame. At the same time, the door opened. Clarissa’s cautious expression blossomed into a delighted smile.
“This place looks great! And you two are adorable!” Clarissa unleased the tired puppy that had staggered in with her and set him on his bed. “Gotta say, this is great to come home to.”
Monserrat patted Brooke’s back. The Little girl was still clinging to her, nervously rather than gratefully. “Brooke, say hi to your mommy.”
“Hi Mommy.” Brooke’s words were clear enough, despite being spoken into Monserrat’s torso.
“Is she okay?”
“She’s fine. Are you ready to hear her behavior report?”
“Huh, sounds serious. Okay, lay it on me.” Clarissa put her hands on her hips, her expression braced for disappointment.
Monserrat peeled Brooke off of her and turned the Little girl to face her mommy. “Brooke had some behavior issues. I’m sure you’re not surprised, she was in the middle of them when you left. She and I had a long talk, and I gave her a spanking. A big one.”
Clarissa winced sympathetically. “Wow, how’d that go, baby girl?”
“I told Monchi it was okay to spank me.” Brooke hung her head. “I’m sorry I was being mean to you. Um – also uh – I told Monchi that you might need to spank me too. A not-fun spanking.”
“Baby girl, come here.” Clarissa pulled Brooke into a big hug. “Thank you for apologizing. Are you really okay with punishment spankings?”
“Yes Mommy. I want to keep playing the way we’re playing – but I want you to be able to stop me when I hurt your feelings or ruin your fun.”
“Aww, baby.” Clarissa walked Brooke to the couch, took a seat, and put her Little girl on her lap. “You are going to get a spanking, but I’m proud of you too.”
“You should be proud of her.” Monserrat smiled. “She was such a good girl during our talk that she earned two special cookies. Plus, she was a really good helper cleaning up the apartment. That’s worth one more cookie.”
“Three cookies, huh?” Clarissa’s smirk faded when she saw the box in Monserrat’s hands. “Oh shit girl, are those the cookies? Let me up on some of those.”
“Sorry Lyssa, these are for Little girls only.”
Brooke giggled, peeking up at Monserrat mischievously. “But you have six of them – and I’m such a good girl…”
“We both know you aren’t a good enough girl to get six cookies.” Monserrate counted three of them onto a plate and put them next to Brooke. When the box and its remaining cookies went into her bag, Clarissa and Brooke both sighed in disappointment.
“Next time I babysit you, I’ll have another super special treat.” Monserrat said. “You’ll have another chance to earn all the treats.”
“Next time?” Brooke asked curiously. “But you usually charge money.”
“Of course there will be a next time. If Clarissa is your mommy, then you’re my niece. I don’t charge to babysit my niece.”
“Now she’s your niece?” Clarissa snorted. “Then why were you winding me up about your rates?”
“Because this wasn’t regular babysitting, and I didn’t charge you this time either.” Monserrat bapped Clarissa on the nose, the same way she’d done to Brooke. The Little girl giggled. “This was a test run of Monserrat’s New Obedience Training program.”
“Obedience training!” Brooke looked up at Monserrat in outrage. “Like I’m a dog?”
“I don’t see Bowser in diapers. He seems to be better trained than you are.” Monserrat smirked at Brooke’s blush.
“If you need client testimonials, I got you Monchi.” Clarissa handed Brooke a cookie and laid the Little girl’s head on her bosom. “This baby girl has a total different vibe from just two hours.”
“For that to work I’d have to log this time in the app. I can do a discount that won’t show to zero out the cost, but you’ll have to request the session and do the survey.”
“Easy,” Clarissa said, stroking Brooke’s hair. “Cheap as, compared to the effort you put in.”
“Take care of your baby.” Monserrat leaned down for a gentle kiss with Clarissa. “And don’t spank her right away. Looks like she’s having an accident.”
Brooke squeaked in embarrassment, spraying cookie crumbs across her shirt. Clarissa flipped the Little girl’s skirt up and squeezed her padded crotch.
“She sure is. You don’t usually use them, baby girl. Are you feeling extra Little right now?”
“I realized I really had to go, but I didn’t want to interrupt you and Monchi talking.” Brooke whimpered.
“You’re such a good baby girl.” Clarissa gave Brooke’s diaper another big squish. “I’ll get your diaper changed and we can wait for your spanking until after dinner, okay?”
“Okay Mommy.” Brooke – still blushing – buried her cookie-crumb covered face in Clarissa’s cleavage.
“I’ll let you two go.” Monserrat shouldered her bag.
“Thanks for doing this for free Monserrat, seriously.” Clarissa waved. “I know it was work.”
“Eh, I’d have been a hypocrite if I charged you.” Monserrat shrugged. “I turned down two jobs for tomorrow. Each of them would have been more money than this session.”
“Damn girl, why?”
“School’s closed tomorrow for Memorial day, I want to be able to do homework late tonight. Tomorrow’s busy, I’m spending most of it with my Little girl.”
“That’s a sweet present for Jenna. Say hi to her.”
“Any chance of getting your Little one in for another playdate with Jenna? Not tomorrow, but sometime?”
“What do you think, baby girl?” Clarissa patted Brooke’s back.
“I dunno.” Brooke said without raising her head from Clarissa’s cleavage.
“Still nervous, it looks like.” Clarissa shrugged.
“That’s fine. The invitation is open.” Monserrat indulged in another kiss with Clarissa. She got a diaper squeeze and another squeak out of Brooke, before heading out the door.
On the way back to her car, Monserrat hit the “Launch” button on her new Obedience School service. By the time she was buckled in, her phone was pinging madly with new requests. Monserrat laughed and shook her head.
“No rest for the wicked. I’m not sure how I can fit more work in, but it’s not going to be by giving up tomorrow.” Rolling out into the streets of Ardenthill, Monserrat had to laugh again. “I can’t believe I have to schedule a day with my wife!”
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JaM 27
Getting to Princeton had been every bit as nerve-wracking as Jenna had feared. Anxieties compiled upon anxieties – the plane flight was the third one in her lifetime, she was by herself meeting new people, she’d never been to the town of Princeton before, and she had to speak at a gathering of mathematicians. Complicating the situation was her indecision on wearing protection on the trip. Jenna had spent an entire day stressing before accepting the compromise that Monserrat had suggested to begin with – wearing pullups. As she exited the car Dr. Okounkova had sent for her, she was glad for her wife’s wise suggestion.
Pullups weren’t enough to make Jenna feel Little anymore, but they carried the reminder of her wife and babysitter’s love. They also neatly erased one source of anxiety, that Jenna would forget she wasn’t being Little and have an accident. Though they were much less obvious than diapers, it was still possible to be caught wearing them – which would be the end of the world as far as Jenna was concerned. Her stomach was a tight knot of worry that had made it impossible for her to eat on her trip.
The university was gorgeous with its manicured lawns and trees bursting with green. Flower beds crowded the foundations of the faux-gothic and brick buildings, boldly showing off their best spring blooms. Jenna walked quietly behind her guide with her backpack on her shoulder. She’d worn a dressy white blouse tucked into an apricot-colored pleated skirt. Choosing an outfit had nearly triggered another anxiety spiral, until Niusha had taken over and simply dressed Jenna.
Jenna’s host was in one of the oldest buildings who’s interior was all white plastered walls framed with ancient oiled wood. Dr. Avdotya Okounkova was a curly haired woman with a face shape and expression like a slammed door. She was wearing gray slacks, a blue blouse, and a grey blazer with a herringbone pattern. None of her outfit matched and each piece looked like it was entering its second decade of wear. Her desk and office was rigidly tidy, with two walls given over to blackboards and a third covered by a bookshelf that groaned with binders and books. Most of the remaining wall was a latticed window that looked out on a picturesque lawn and trees. Jenna had been exposed to enough University politics that she knew a view like that marked Dr. Okounkova as university royalty.
“Ms. Michalski, welcome!” Though Avdotya’s facial expression didn’t warm when she greeted Jenna, her tone was friendly, as was the handshake she enthusiastically gave.
“Thank you, Dr. Okounkova,” Jenna replied, nervously. “And it’s actually Michalski-Navarrete, as of a few days ago.”
“Congratulations. I think I have champagne here somewhere. Are you old enough to drink champagne?” Avdotya finally cracked a smile, if it was at the prospect of a new marriage or champagne, Jenna wasn’t sure.
“I’m not – and I don’t really like alcohol anyway. Thank you though.” Jenna stepped toward a well worn leather chair and was arrested by the sight of the blackboard behind it. Her work on Barnette’s Conjecture had been painstakingly re-created in chalk, with notes next to each diagram.
Jenna dropped her bag unconsciously in the chair and stepped up to the blackboard, tracing a finger under each note. “This one is wrong. You can’t expand the set in that direction, you’ll get a contradiction.”
“I know,” Avdotya said warmly. “I figured that out about an hour after I wrote that note.”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“Ms. Michalski-Navarrete – actually, may I please shorten that to Jenna? I would like it very much if you called me Avdotya as well.”
Jenna turned around and blushed. “Um, of course. Thank you, Dr. – I mean – Avdotya.”
“Jenna, never apologize when you’re discussing your work, unless you are retracting a published error. I’m a published mathematician with many honors, but on the subject of these diagrams, you are the expert.”
There was a hard lump in Jenna’s throat that took three swallows to go away. “I – I’ll try. I mean, you’re right. It’s just that I’m used to coming to my professors for answers. Talking to you like this is surreal, it feels like when I first showed Bridget – my advisor – this result and I had to explain it to her twice.”
“I’m not surprised. Dr. Sienna is a good mathematician – I read some of her recent papers after you accepted my invitation – but your work takes an intuitive leap.” Avdotya slid the blackboard with Jenna’s work upward, revealing a second one with similar diagrams behind it. “You intrigued me. Take a look at some of the doodles I made.”
Jenna’s eyes were instantly drawn in by Avdotya’s diagrams. They extended her work, but something about them felt off. The world narrowed to the blackboard as Jenna picked up a piece of chalk and began making notes or extensions to Avdotya’s diagrams. Dr. Okounkova joined her at the board with her own stick of chalk in a creative session that was the most exciting and fulfilling of Jenna’s life. She was alternatively praised and challenged at every note she made, slipping into an analytic fugue to the point that she fearlessly challenged Avdotya in return. By the end of the afternoon they had filled half the blackboards in the office with further work on Barnette’s Conjecture. None of it was ready to publish, but Jenna was suddenly months ahead of where she’d expected to be on the project.
“We need to get ready for the presentation.” Avdotya reluctantly put down her chalk. “You should take pictures of all this on your phone so that you can transcribe it later. Make sure you keep yourself as the primary author when you publish our joint work, too.”
Jenna was on her third picture of the boards when the impact of Avdotya’s words sank in. She was going to publish a paper with Dr. Okounkova’s name next to hers – and her own would be first! It took several tries to snap pictures of each of the boards with the way her hands were shaking.
“We started from a basis of your work, are you sure you don’t want to publish an extension to my paper yourself?”
Avdotya nodded. Her expression had returned to cold neutrality. Jenna realized that the professor’s expression had been that way the whole time they were working together. It was no longer an intimidating look – Jenna could feel the warmth and enthusiasm in Avdotya’s voice.
“Yes, I’m sure. I have my own puzzles to work on. I very much enjoyed doodling on your puzzle and you were a delight to work with in person, but my obsessions lie elsewhere.”
“I know how that is.” Jenna smiled. “Bridget tried to get me to work on a sphere-packing paper – I didn’t have the words to express how low my interest level was.”
“Good, then you already know not to force yourself to work on projects that don’t ignite your passion.” Avdotya roughly shoved her laptop in a satchel. “Returning to the topic of today’s presentation – I think it would be interesting to talk about some of the work we did today, but only if you think you’ll have another paper ready by the time the symposium comes around.”
As Jenna glanced through the blackboard images on her phone, a bubble of excitement traveled up her chest and popped joyfully in her mind. “I can’t guarantee I won’t get stuck – but I think it’s likely I’ll have enough to publish by next fall.”
“Of course, there are no guarantees. In that case, because I know you are nervous, how would you like to do a joint presentation?”
“How would that work?”
“We would go on stage together. I would give a summary of your published paper first, and you would speak more informally about this afternoon’s revelations. Afterward, we can field questions together.”
“That – sounds amazing. I have a talk prepared, but it’d be helpful to see you tackle it first.”
“I thought that might be the case.” Avdotya smiled. “The presentation will be given on the first floor of this building, room 102. I’m headed there now, but you probably need a moment to collect yourself. You can use my office for the next half hour. There’s a bathroom down the hall, and there will be food in the downstairs lecture hall.”
“I can’t thank you enough for making this such a good experience, instead of the nightmare I was dreading.” Jenna grabbed Avdotya in an impulsive hug, receiving one of the most awkward hugs of her life in return. As awkward as the hugs I used to give before I met Monserrat!
“It’s been my pleasure. I look forward to many more meetings and collaborations. Make sure to lock the office door before you head downstairs.” Avdotya patted Jenna’s shoulder and fled the room.
When Jenna took stock of herself, she was shocked to find her pullup damp. It wasn’t soaked with a full-blown accident, but she had clearly used it. She grumbled to herself as she changed into a fresh pullup in the thankfully-empty faculty bathroom. Rachel’s idea of diapered study time had been great for uninterrupted maths time, but had also set a pattern of being physically Little when she was in her maths zone.
Twenty minutes after Avdotya had gone downstairs, Jenna locked the professor’s office and followed. Half that time had been eaten up by changing her pullup, but the rest she’d put to good use in organizing her thoughts. Still immersed in maths thoughts, Jenna caught herself skipping down the hall. Luckily, there was no one to see.
Stop that, Jenny! You’re going to embarrass us!
Jenny was unimpressed with Jenna’s ultimatum, seeing as how they were the same girl. It was fun to skip in the hall, and nobody had seen. Jenny took a moment to check on Elizabat in her backpack before descending the stairs, her Jenna side justified it as making sure the stuffie covered up the stack of pullups in the bag.
~~~*~~~
The presentation was a blur of faces, nervous energy, and the sounds of coughing. There was so much coughing throughout the talk that Avdotya had to direct one of the graduate students to turn up the volume on their microphone. After the question and answer session was done, Dr. Okounkova assured Jenna that the talk had gone quite well. Jenna hoped that she would eventually recall more than a few sparse minutes of it. Jenny didn’t care if she recalled the talk at all – she was starving.
Food came in the form of cut-up party sandwiches and soda, which Jenny found to be perfectly acceptable food. She gave the veggie sandwich a wide berth, focusing on gobbling down bites of the ham and cheese sandwich whenever people would stop asking Jenna questions long enough for her to eat.
The worst was a professor in the Princeton maths department who’s every third word was interrupted by a cough. Though she had the good graces to cover her mouth each time, she insisted on shaking Jenna’s hand when her face went deathly pale and she had to excuse herself. The rest of the people were fine – Jenna even had some fun conversations with the graduate students that were closer to her in age. Still, by the time the event wound down, Jenna solidly rejected Avdotya’s offer to delay her flight and spend the night. Jenny was one hundred percent done with being away from her caregivers.
As if a cruel faerie was punishing Jenna for the transcendent afternoon she’d spent with Avdotya, her seatmate on the flight home had the same persistent cough that had run through the maths event. Jenny remembered that her wonderful wife had packed some vitamin C tablets for her and downed three of them. Feeling better, she snuggled her bat and stared out the window until the town of Ardenthill slid into view. The little town that was tucked into a circle of forest and fields, straddling a river fork, had never looked so good. Jenny supposed that traveling might be worth its while if coming home was going to be such a comfort.
Seeing home from the sky was nothing compared to landing at home, impatiently trailing behind Mr. Coughs on the way out of the plane, and throwing herself into Navi’s arms. Hearing, “Jenny, my Jenny!” from Navi as she spun the Little girl around put happy tears in Jenny’s eyes to rival their wedding. She was back in the arms of her gold-crowned sun, and nothing could be bad or annoying any more.
~~~*~~~
“How did the presentation go, baby girl?” Niusha gave Jenny an exuberant hug and kiss as soon as she and Navi were home.
“Usha, it was so great! Well, maybe not the presentation, but the trip was awesome! Avdotya – I mean, Dr. Okounkova – was really nice and we had a whole afternoon to collaborate together. I’m going to have a second paper to publish for the symposium!”
“Sounds like somebody’s not as nervous about presenting as she used to be.” Rachel was next with a kiss, and a grope under Jenny’s skirt to squish her pullup. “You are a wet little girl, though.”
“It wasn’t an accident, I pottied on purpose!” Jenny giggled. “And I’m still nervous. But not like – pukey nervous the way I was before.”
“That’s my cue to get this Little girl into some thicker padding.” Navi scooped Jenny up and tucked the Little girl against her hip. “You came off the plane Little and have been getting more so the whole way here. Is it going to be a baby night for my girl?”
“And tomorrow!” Jenny nodded emphatically. “I did a super big thing all day today.”
“You bet you did. We’re all incredibly proud of you.” Navi kissed Jenny with a slow, smoldering kiss that sent exciting tingles down Jenny’s spine.
On their way upstairs, Jenny put an arm around Navi’s neck and a hand on her wife’s breast to “steady” herself. Her reward for being cheeky was kisses raining down on her cheeks. It took considerably longer to get up the stairs that way, which Jenny appreciated.
They arrived in Monserrat’s room – which was still just Monserrat’s room. Neither of them was quite sure what to do with their sleeping arrangements. Since the wedding they’d been sleeping together most nights, but that was a conflict with the original rules of their polycule. Monchi’s bed was supposed to be open for any girlfriend to stop by when she wasn’t with one of them. Now that Jenna and Monserrat were married, it was a wrinkle they hadn’t worked out. Monserrat had been talking to their girlfriends about it, Jenna felt a twinge of guilt that she hadn’t been helping with those conversations.
Jenny was quick to point out that she’d been overwhelmed with preparing for the trip to Princeton so soon after their wedding. She could start negotiating with her girlfriends about room schedules soon – but not on the same day as the trip. What she needed was a sexy change into a diaper and as much uninterrupted snuggle time with Navi as she could get.
Navi didn’t put Jenny on the changing blanket right away, surprisingly. She sat on the bed instead, arranging her Little girl in her lap. Jenny was about to ask what was going on, when Navi unbuttoned her blouse and stole the Little girl’s attention by exposing the generous curve of her breasts.
“Since you were so interested in these on the way upstairs, why don’t you spend some time kissing them?”
Jenny giggled and squirmed in Navi’s lap. “Do you want me to just kiss – or suck on them?”
“I don’t usually get you this Little. We could try having you suck on them – it’d be something new. If it feels weird or uncomfortable, just stop.” Navi stroked Jenny’s cheek with a feather touch of her knuckles.
“It’s so blushy – but it sounds fun.” Jenny giggled. “I love your breasts.”
Navi leaned back against the wall, scooting Jenny across her lap until the Little girl was laying across Navi’s arm, her face pressed against Navi’s bare breast. The size disparity between them was almost enough for Jenny to be in position while sitting on Navi’s lap, a fact that intensified the Little girl’s blush.
Jenny tried staring with some lightly teasing kisses, only to have Navi cup the back of her head and place Jenny’s mouth firmly on her nipple. A soft moan escaped her lips at how Little it made her feel. She wrapped her lips around Navi’s gorgeous brown nipple and sucked the way she did when one of her caregivers fed her from a bottle.
The reaction from Navi was immediate. Not only did Navi’s nipple spring to prominence in Jenny’s mouth, but her wife gave a guttural groan that made butterflies in Jenny’s wet pullup. It wasn’t long before Navi switched Jenny to her other breast. Worried that she’d made her wife sore, Jenny interspersed her sucking with gentle licks. The delighted sounds that Navi made in response were all the feedback Jenny needed.
In a while – Jenny was well beyond tracking time – both Jenny and Navi were flushed and sweating. Jenny asked Navi if she had anything more wet for her to suck on – that resulted in Navi getting out of her clothes so fast that Jenny wondered if the outfit had simply exploded. Nestled between Navi’s legs, with the familiar taste of her wife on her tongue, Jenny curled her tongue around Navi’s button. She’d hardly gotten started when Navi cried out, flexing her athletic body until it slid a foot across the floor.
Before she knew it, Jenny was gathered up in Navi’s arms. She was helpless before her wife’s physical power and ecstatic at the feeling. Navi stripped Jenny bare, wrapped her tightly against Navi’s naked body, and filled her kitty with strong fingers. Jenny was drowning in Navi, with her wife’s tongue exploring her mouth. She squirmed against the tight embrace, her pleasure building with every futile movement. There was no part of her that was untouched or autonomous. Every part of Jenny belonged to Navi, was controlled by Navi.
Pleasure rippled up from between Jenny’s legs in a wave and crowned in her head. The world went dim and breathless. She strained outward in all directions, pressing herself against Navi’s unyielding embrace. When the sparks left Jenny’s vision, there was quiet and warmth as she lay across Navi’s body. Earlier in the day, her whole world had been a blackboard. Now the world’s bounds were defined by the curve of Navi’s body and the deep curls of her hair.
When the changing blanket finally made its appearance, Jenny lay on it like a limp noodle. Navi sponged the Little girl off from forehead to toes. She was glorious, leaning over Jenny, still naked and gleaming with sweat. Though Navi applied lotion and powder as she always did, she added a thick booster pad to Jenny’s already roomy nighttime diaper. All that padding made it impossible for Jenny’s legs to close when her diaper was taped up.
The Little girl had no objection, only a demand for footie pajamas. Navi was happy to comply. Once Jenny was dressed, Navi handed her off to Niusha and Rachel for babysitting before hitting the shower. The rest of Jenny’s evening was spent being passed from babysitter to babysitter to wife. No one had any intention of letting Jenny do a single thing for herself. The Little girl wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
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JaM 28
To Monserrat’s annoyance, her track coach’s prediction about the flu came true, with fevers picking off her teammates left and right. In an effort to preserve enough of the team to make the next track meet, Marge had shut down practice and ordered the team to run in their neighborhood or at the park. When Monserrat asked what the throwers were supposed to do –a question she felt was quite reasonable – her stressed-out coach snapped back with, “Arm-press your wife or something.”
Maybe I WILL arm-press Jenna. She’s tiny enough. The thought was amusing enough on her drive home to wipe Monserrat’s grouchy frown away. Her polycule’s house looked especially shabby after spring rains had given way to hot sunny days. Their landlord hadn’t bothered with landscaping since before winter, and the exterior paint was peeling everywhere. Monserrat trudged down the cracked concrete path through the muck of branches and leaves that’d been trapped by winter snow. Her new white track shoes picked up stains along the way. Though Monserrat had the money to buy another dozen pairs, it was another hassle. Despite her best intentions, her frown was back when she stepped inside.
“Hey, Monchi – woah – who died?” Rachel was looking scrumptious in barely-decent cutoff jeans shorts and a ripped t-shirt. She was dotted in flour, as was the counter.
Along with the mixing bowls piled next to the sink, all signs pointed to delicious baked goods in Monserrat’s near future. Seen through the lens of Monserrat’s bad mood, the kitchen mess was another injection of chaos into her day.
“Practice was canceled,” Monserrat grumbled, dumping her bags in the mud room and walking past Rachel without their usual hug and kiss.
The living room looked nice, at least as far as Monserrat and her roommates could control. They’d all decorated the room together, comfortingly blending their personal styles. Most of their time as a group had been spent in that living room, making it the image that appeared in Monserrat’s mind when she thought of home. Timbers and springs groaned when Monserrat flopped on the old white couch Niusha had contributed to the room.
“Monserrat, you’re home early.” Niusha emerged from her bedroom, apparently summoned by her couch’s protest. She was dressed as casually as Rachel, in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Monserrat couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen Niusha in sweats. “Can we talk about the laundry?”
Now confused, in addition to being irritated, Monserrat furrowed her brows at Niusha. “What about the laundry? Don’t tell me one of the machines broke down.”
“No, but they’re still as old and slow as ever. Jenna’s been leaving her clothes in them when the cycles are done, and everyone’s laundry is backing up.”
Monserrat had a loud, dismissive reply on her lips that she thankfully caught before it escaped. She sat up and took a breath before asking, “Why don’t you talk to Jenna about it? She’s my wife, but she’s your girlfriend.”
“I did.” Niusha attempted a smile that ended as more of a grimace. “She apologized, said she’d fix the problem – and kept doing it.”
“I was going to take care of it for her; I know she’s been busy with her math conference.” Rachel leaned against the kitchen doorframe. “I got busy with fixing the bathtub leak.”
“Why didn’t you call the landlord?” Monserrat’s question came out as much more of a growl than she’d intended.
“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger!” Rachel raised her hands. “I did contact him. He didn’t reply until I fixed it and said his maintenance guy couldn’t be here for a week.”
“Monchi, I didn’t realize you were so upset,” Niusha said. “I’m sorry for dumping that on you right when you came in. Do you want to talk about what’s wrong?”
“I don’t know what’s wrong.” Monserrat sighed. “Track practice getting canceled sucks, I was really looking forward to that workout, but the gym is shut down too.”
“Tell me about it; half of my classes went remote, and my professors have no idea how to teach over a video call.” Rachel nodded.
“The campus is in a bit of an uproar.” Niusha agreed. “It has to be more than that, Monchi. You only get this upset when it’s something personal or emotional.”
“I just have too much energy!” Monserrat rose with an explosive motion to pace by the front windows. “I’ve been relying on track practice to smooth out my mood.”
“This has been going on for a while, then?” Rachel took a seat on the back of the couch.
“Monserrat, love, please talk to us.” Niusha sat on the seat below Rachel and leaned against her girlfriend’s hip.
“I don’t know what’s going on. There’s so many small irritations – our landlord, this laundry thing, figuring out my bedroom, practice getting canceled, my last engineering exam, Jenna’s parents…”
“Uh – Monchi? Those last two don’t sound small or like they fit in with the others.”
Monserrat picked flaking paint off the old wood that separated the window panes. “It’s not that big of a deal. Jenna will tell her parents when she’s ready.”
“About your wedding?” Niusha asked gently.
“Yeah.” The big sigh that accompanied Monserrat’s reply left her unable to keep up her pretense that the issue was minor. “Okay, you’re right, it’s not a little thing.”
“Maybe it’s a Little thing,” Niusha said. “We’ve taken over a lot of Jenna’s life; it shouldn’t be surprising that she’s acting less autonomously.”
“You think she needs guidance?” Monserrat sat against the windowsill. “Hmm, maybe she does, or maybe we should adjust how we play.”
“I think you’re right; you’ve lost your frown already,” Niusha said.
“But you don’t have your smile back,” Rachel said. “Tell us about the test. I know grades are really important to you.”
“My last engineering exam came in at a solid C.” Monserrat sucked in her gut against the hollow feeling of guilt her admission created. “I can’t ace that class anymore.”
“You had an A before,” Rachel said. “I know it’s not what you wanted, but a B isn’t a catastrophe.”
“I’m too busy; I can’t do it all.” Monserrat shook her head. “But what am I supposed to give up? Time with you two? Time with my wife? Sports? My major? My job? I love everything on that list.”
“We could do more around the house,” Niusha said. “And more babysitting for Jenna.”
“That’s not fair. You’re paying the same rent I am. As for the babysitting, you already get more time with Jenna than I do. I’m not saying I’m jealous, but I don’t want to lose the time I have.”
“We’d do it for you, Monchi, ‘cause we love you.” Rachel blew Monserrat a kiss. The silliness of it teased a smile from her.
“It’s a sweet offer but wouldn’t reduce my stress. I have a lot of money built up from my job. I can hire a cleaning service to come by a few times a week.”
“That might be awkward for Jenna being Little,” Niusha said. “Otherwise, it’d be lovely if she doesn’t have an objection to having someone in her space.”
“Damnit, you’re right.” Monserrat rubbed her eyes. “I’ll think of more ideas. Let me know if you two develop something that doesn’t involve me getting a pass on maintaining the household.”
Niusha said, “We’re still happy to do it, but I’ll try and think of something else.”
“You could hire a tutor.” Rachel offered.
“I already tried that; it wasn’t enough.” Monserrat shrugged. “I’m going to check in on Jenna and get a couple of things solved, at least.”
“We love you, Monserrat. Thanks for talking to us.” Niusha and Rachel hugged Monserrat from either side. One at a time, they leaned up for a kiss.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you both so much.” Monserrat held her girlfriends close another moment before heading upstairs.
~~~*~~~
Monserrat found Jenna in her bedroom, curled up with her stuffed bat and a science fiction novel. Other than the girl’s ever-present stuffie, there was nothing to indicate that Jenna was in her Little mode. If Jenna was done with her homework for the day, she probably wasn’t wearing padding either. Where she would have hesitated before, Monserrat found Jenna’s situation perfect for her plan.
“Hi, my love.” Monserrat sat on the bed and gently took the book out of Jenna’s hands.
“Monchi!” Jenna lurched out of her sitting position to climb into Monserrat’s lap and hug her. So far, things were progressing exactly as Monserrat had hoped. Monchi kissed her wife while she put an arm around Jenna’s back and another under her knees.
“I’m glad to see you, but we have something serious to discuss.” Monserrat had been worried she might sound angry but found using her kind-but-firm caregiver tone effortless.
Jenna didn’t seem to notice Monserrat’s tone, another point in the plan’s favor. “Oh, okay! Did something happen? Is something wrong?”
“No to your first question, yes to the second. You’ve been skipping out on things you promised to do, and I’m going to give you a spanking.”
As the impact of Monserrat’s words hit, Jenna’s jaw dropped, and her eyes went wide. That she looked more confused than upset or stern was the final thing Monserrat needed to believe she had the right approach. To Jenna’s credit, she wasn’t trying to wiggle out of Monserrat’s grasp either.
“What are you talking about? We’re not playing right now; there’s nothing I haven’t – oh no, did I forget laundry again?”
“You did,” Monserrat said seriously. “But there’s something much more important you promised to do that isn’t getting done.”
“Telling my parents.” Jenna dropped her eyes in a contrite expression. She didn’t have the same pleading, innocent look she had used when she got in trouble as Jenny, but it was hard not to see the little girl in her regardless.
“That’s right. I’ve already told my folks. It’s stressing me out that you haven’t told yours. The laundry is more minor, but it’s still a problem. This house’s old machines can only support the four of us if we keep things moving. Our girlfriends are walking around in the last bits of their wardrobes.”
“I’m sorry, and I’ll apologize to Niusha and Rachel too.” Jenna tried to sit up, only to be lifted in Monserrat’s arms. “Let me down; I’ll do that and rotate my laundry right now.”
“You still need your spanking,” Monserrat said firmly.
“Monchi, we’re not playing right now; I’m not even diapered. You’re not serious about spanking me, are you?”
“I am, Jenna.” Monserrat deliberately used her wife’s regular name, glad to see the surprised recognition in Jenna’s eyes. “We’ve talked about this once before. It’s a little course correction for you.”
“You’re that mad at me? I’m a bad girl?” Tears sprung into Jenna’s eyes. Monserrat held her wife close to her chest.
“You’re always a good girl. My good girl. I won’t let you be a bad girl, Jenna, big or Little.”
“But why a spanking? If I’m big, don’t we talk it out?” Notably, Jenna wasn’t refusing to be spanked. For some couples, that would have been enough for Monserrat to go ahead. Needing to be completely sure, Monserrat sat Jenna on her lap and looked her in the eyes.
“Because you spend more of your life Little than big these days. A lot of it has been driven by me or our girlfriends asking for more caregiving time with you, but after our wedding, I’m sure it’s what you want, too. Has that changed at all?”
“No, I like – I love being Little with you and my babysitters.” Jenna was still out of her Little persona and handling their tough emotional conversation like a champ. Monserrat had never been more proud of the love of her life.
“If you being Little most of the time makes you less responsible, then we need to either correct you as a Little girl – or you need to be Little less often.”
Jenna’s jaw dropped again, but she was silent. Her eyes darted back and forth between Monserrat’s eyes and looking down between them. Finally, she swallowed hard and nodded. “I’m sorry, Monchi. Please don’t let me be a bad girl.”
“Never.” Monserrat kissed Jenna tenderly, holding her tightly enough to feel her wife’s heartbeat. She unbuttoned Jenna’s jeans and slid them off.
“C-can I be Little for my spanking?” Jenna whimpered.
“You might as well. I was going to put you in a diaper anyway,” Monserrat said.
“Okay, Monchi.” Jenny sighed in relief.
Monserrat flipped Jenny over and pulled the Little girl’s panties down. Jenny whimpered and grabbed hold of the covers. Without wasting time any more than she had the first time she spanked Jenny, Monserrat gave her wife’s rear a solid smack. Her hand’s sharp sound and Jenny’s resulting whimper were likely loud enough for Rachel and Niusha to hear downstairs.
“Why are you being spanked, Jenny?” Monserrat asked.
“F-for saying I’ll do things and not doing them.” Jenny whimpered.
Monserrat gave Jenny’s rear another couple of slaps. “That’s right. What things did you promise to do and then not do?”
“T-telling my parents, we’re married!” Jenny yelped as another smack connected with her rear. “And not doing the laundry!”
“That’s right. And what are you going to do after your spanking?” Monserrat delivered another pair of smacks.
“Send the email to Mom and do the laundry!” Jenny wailed.
“Wrong answer.” Monserrat whopped Jenny’s rear again, the hardest one yet.
“Ow! I don’t know! What am I going to do?”
“Whatever I or your babysitters tell you to do.” Monserrat delivered another slap, much more lightly than the rest.
“Oh – okay, yeah.” Jenny nodded profusely. “You’ll tell me what to do.”
“That’s my good girl.” Monserrat stroked Jenny’s hair. “Two more spanks, and you’re done. Ready?”
Jenny whimpered and nodded. Monserrat’s last two slaps were barely spanks, landing silently on Jenny’s bright red rear. The Little girl looked over her shoulder in confusion, only for Monserrat to pick her up for a big hug.
“You’re a good girl, Jenny. You’re my good girl, Niusha’s good girl, and Rachel’s good girl.”
Jenny shuddered, clinging to Monserrat with all her might. “I want to be your good girl and theirs. Am I Clarissa’s good girl, too?”
“I left her out because she doesn’t live here. I wish we could move her in, but there’s no space…” Monserrat trailed off as a burgeoning idea pulled at her mind.
“I could live in your room, and then Clarissa could have mine. Oh, except we’re not supposed to do that because of the polycule rules.” Jenny chewed her lip. “And the laundry would probably get worse. But all my babysitters could make me do extra laundry; I could do mine and somebody else’s every day!”
Monserrat chuckled and briefly kissed Jenny. “You’re a darling girl, but that solution won’t work. Neither will the idea I came up with earlier: to hire a cleaning service.”
Faster than Monserrat had expected, Jenny flinched away from that idea. “I wouldn’t want strangers coming in and seeing my diapers – or me, Little – or even just being in our house.”
“That’s what Niusha said, and she was right.” Monserrat smiled. “But how would you like to live in a bigger house? A nice house, with lots of room for everybody and appliances that actually work?”
“I’d love that so much!” Jenny sighed. “But Rachel’s been looking, and there’s nothing better for rent that everybody can afford.”
“There is if I buy a house.” Monserrat nuzzled Jenny’s cheek. “Then we’d all get a better house, and our girlfriend’s rent would never have to go up.”
“Can you do that?” Jenny smiled from ear to ear. “I could pay some more rent if you needed it to make the money work.”
“Jenny-bear – Jenna, my darling wife. We’re married. It’d be our house. You’d be on the deed.”
Jenna’s shock was far more profound than when she’d realized Monserrat was serious about spanking her. The Littleness of her expression melted away – before coming back stronger than ever. “Our own house, really? Can we find one that has a special room setup for us? Jenny and Navi rooms, so nobody has to get upset, but I can be right with you all the time?”
“You bet we can; if there isn’t one, it’ll be our house. We’ll change it until it fits us.”
“Is the bank really going to give a loan to a couple of college students who aren’t twenty yet?” Though she was asking a Big question, Jenny’s Little voice was in full play. “I know you make a lot of money, but I make negative money with my student loans.”
“If they won’t, then maybe our parents will co-sign, or maybe Veronica will.” Monserrat laughed. “She owes me for rescuing her daughter.”
“This is really going to happen, isn’t it!” Jenny bounced on Monserrat’s lap, wincing when she remembered her sore rear. “Can we tell our girlfriends right now? Oh my gosh, I hope Clarissa will want to move in too!”
“We can tell them after we get you dressed.” Monserrat spread Jenny’s changing blanket on the bed and laid the Little girl on it.
“If we’re getting a house, we could get a changing table, too, right?” Jenny obediently spread her arms and legs out like a starfish.
“Is that something you want?” Monserrat asked in surprise. “What’s next, a crib?”
“No, not a crib; I like sleeping with you.” Jenny giggled. “A changing table seems handy, though. Skye and Flora both have one. I think Briana said she has one too.”
“I make a lot of money, but not enough to keep up with the Rasmussens.” Monserrat laughed as she carefully spread lotion on Jenny’s sore rear. “You make an excellent argument, though. A changing table would be handy.”
“We’ll get to decorate so many things; Niusha will be so happy!” Jenny spent the rest of her diaper change squirming excitedly, to the point that Monserrat didn’t bother putting pants back on the Little girl.
As she casually carried her darling, diapered wife down the stairs, Monserrat couldn’t wait to see the expressions on their girlfriend’s faces when they made their announcement. Jenny’s excitement and Monserrat’s own had wiped away any trace of her bad mood. For the first time in a while, all the grueling hours she’d spent babysitting adult baby girls felt like they were paying off. This week started terribly between the flu and my test, but it’ll end as the best week since our wedding!
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JaM 29
Jenny awoke to Clarissa lifting her legs. Whenever she woke up, it was because someone was changing her diaper or because she was coughing until her throat hurt. Brooke coughed nearby. It seemed as if she and Brooke had always been in bed together. Jenny couldn’t remember a time when she wasn’t so sick that she slipped in and out of consciousness without noticing it. The world was a hot haze occasionally interrupted by diaper changes, soothing cold packs, and cool water bottles.
The diaper change seemed like it was taking forever. Jenny looked down to see Rachel, not Clarissa, changing her diaper. Turning her head to the side, she saw Niusha changing Brooke. Both women were wearing stiff masks across their noses and mouths. Jenny realized she must have fallen asleep during the last change. Too tired to care about the rectal thermometer in her rear or who was changing whom, Jenny closed her eyes and passed out.
~~~*~~~
From her seat at the dining table , Monserrat smiled at Rachel and Niusha as they came down the stairs. “You two washed up to your elbows with iodine, right?”
“Yes ma’am.” Rachel’s response didn’t have a hint of sass. Niusha set their masks – with the current date marked on them by sharpie – on the table next to the box of unused masks.
At first, everyone had been annoyed with Monserrat’s reminders and safety protocol, Rachel most of all. Two days into the superflu ordeal, it was as much a comfort for the girls to be asked as it was for Monserrat to do the asking. The house’s kitchen timer had been relocated to the dining table. Monserrat set a two-hour timer on it and hugged her girlfriends.
“Thanks again, my loves. I genuinely couldn’t do this without you.”
“No one could do around-the-clock nursing for two sick girls, not even super Monchi.” Niusha took a seat on Monserrat’s lap and kissed her tenderly.
“Where’s Clarissa?” Rachel asked, stretching. She was wearing a t-shirt and leggings, the same as the other girlfriends-turned-nurses in the house. Clarissa had been the first to affectionally refer to the outfit as polycule scrubs.
“Crashed out, like I told her she would be after she didn’t wake me for third shift.” Monserrat shook her head fondly. “I put her in your bed and cuddled her until she started snoring.”
“I have second shift tonight – I’ll join her.” Rachel waved tiredly at her girlfriends and wandered away.
“Looks like it’s just us.” Monserrat kissed Niusha again, dipping her hands under her girlfriend’s shirt for a tender caress.
“Do you realize how lucky we are?” Niusha worked her hands into Monserrat’s tight curls and rubbed her girlfriend’s scalp. “Four out of six of us are healthy, and our baby girls have around-the-clock care. My heart goes out to all the kids in the dorms or elsewhere suffering alone.”
Monserrat closed her eyes to luxuriate in the massage. “I know how lucky I am to have a beautiful girlfriend whose first thought is always for other people.”
“You’re one to talk, organizing us and checking in on everyone.” Niusha tucked her head under Monserrat’s chin. “Has the nurse called back yet?”
“She did, finally.” Monserrat pulled Niusha close. “She says it’s good news that their fevers are holding between 101 and 103. Apparently, that means a ninety-nine percent chance they won’t need to be hospitalized.”
“That high of a fever being good news scares me.” Niusha’s frown was audible in her voice. “What’s the bad news?”
“Two more days of high fever is likely.” Monserrat sighed. “Then we’ll have our girls back. They’ll be weak and recovering, but their fevers should come down, and they won’t be so out of it.”
“That long? I guess it gives us a benchmark, but I hate seeing them so sick.”
“It shouldn’t be too bad as long as we keep them on a liquid diet,” Monserrat said.
“I don’t mean the big diaper changes. I was over the shock by the second time.” Niusha idly stroked Monserrat’s arm. “When I was changing Jenny just now, she looked so hopeless and sad.”
“I know; I was teasing you.” Monserrat chuckled. “I’m adding morale officer to my list of duties.”
“Ah, then that makes it an official cuddle you had with Clarissa.” Niusha laughed and hopped off Monserrat’s lap. “I’m going to make another batch of food.”
“I’ll help.” Monserrat’s attempt to rise stalled out when Niusha put her hands on Monchi’s shoulders with weight behind them.
“You are helping. You’re in charge. Let me do my part.”
Monserrat gave Niusha a smack on the rear. “Time was that a girl who told me I was in charge ended up in my bed.”
“That’s still true. Our watches line up enough for you to sleep in my bed tonight.” Niusha went to the kitchen with a sassy sway in her hips. “Come get me when the diaper change alarm goes off.”
“I love you, Nishy.” Monserrat watched her girlfriend slink into the kitchen, well aware of how lucky they were.
~~~*~~~
Jenny woke up to Monserrat lifting her legs. How many diaper changes had there been? At least she hadn’t woken from coughing. As Monserrat wiped her down, Jenny realized her throat barely hurt. She hadn’t coughed in a while nor heard Brooke coughing. Monserrat taped Jenny into a new diaper and washed her hands. The pacifier she offered Jenny was strangely enticing. To the Little girl’s surprise, the pacifier’s nub was covered in a hard shell with a familiar lemony taste. Medicine and lemon soothed Jenny’s throat as she sucked on her paci.
Snuggling up to Brooke’s warm body with a sigh, Jenny reflected that she wasn’t hungry or thirsty. Her tummy felt as full as was safe with its current level of upset. Someone must have fed her a bottle, but when? It was scary to be missing so much time in her memory. Jenny whimpered, but the caregivers had already left the room. Brooke responded by rolling onto her side and holding Jenny close. Lying bare chest to sweaty chest with her best friend had ceased to be strange at an unremembered point. Cuddling with Brooke was as comfortable and easy as bathing together when they were babies.
~~~*~~~
Monserrat untied the straps holding up the foot-end of the makeshift crib that Rachel had built around her bed. The baby girls had gotten restless during Rachel’s night watch, and she’d ingeniously constructed a crib out of modular playpen parts without needing to wake anyone else. Though the girls were no more aware than they had been since their fevers started, everyone hoped their increased activity was a good sign.
As she wrestled her wiggly wife out from under the blankets, Monserrat’s chuckle was muffled by the mask on her mouth. “They better be healing because otherwise, these diaper changes will become a real challenge.”
Clarissa looked up from pinning an equally wiggly Brooke with a grin. “If she stays this active, I’ll have to start my baby girl on solid foods.”
“Let’s wait and see what the pediatrician says.” Monserrat popped the tapes on Jenna’s diaper. “Their big diaper changes are exciting enough as things stand.”
“Do you think they’re hearing us? Is there going to be a coma-patient thing going on where they remember everything?” Clarissa asked as she wiped Brooke down.
Monserrat collected both used diapers and dumped them in the pail. Carefully maintaining discipline, she squirted sanitizer into Clarissa’s hands and sanitized her own before putting lotion on Jenny. “No idea. Either way, I’m sure they’ll be able to tell how loved they are.”
“Did you hear that, Brookie-baby?” Clarissa leaned over to press her head against Brooke’s forehead before she applied baby powder. “We all love you so much.”
It could have been Monserrat’s imagination, but she thought she heard Brooke make a happy sound under her breath. Monserrat stroked her wife’s warm side. “You too, Jenny-bear. Everyone loves you.”
While Clarissa put away the diaper supplies, Monserrat carefully noted both girls’ temperatures, last feeding, and last dose of acetaminophen. At the hand washing station outside the sick room, Monserrat said, “Temps are coming down. It’s slow, but it’s been a consistent trend for the last four changes.”
“We should publish our results to the hospital,” Clarissa said. “I bet they aren’t taking rectal temps every two hours.”
“I’ll let you make that call; I’m sick of waiting on hold for the nursing station.” Monserrat put her arm around Clarissa and headed toward the intoxicating scent of Niusha’s Iranian food.
~~~*~~~
Jenny woke up with her feet on the mattress. That was confusing, as was her wet diaper. She blinked and looked around. There were no caregivers to be seen. Sunlight glowed orange in the bedroom window. Jenny rolled over and nuzzled Brooke. Her best friend felt warm, but not like the furnace heat she remembered.
“Brooke, are you awake?”
Brooke mumbled sleepily. Her eyes fluttered open. “Morning, Jenny.”
“I think it’s afternoon. Light doesn’t come in that window in the morning.” Jenny sat up, wincing at the squish in her diaper.
“Your diaper is wet,” Brooke said without apparent concern.
“Oh yeah?” Jenny pawed feebly at the sagging padding on Brooke’s butt. “You’re wet, too.”
Brooke giggled. “That’s cause I peed in it.”
Jenny laughed and regretted it as soon as she coughed. Her pacifier was lying beside her in bed, but its medicine had long worn off. “Where are our caregivers?”
“Dunno. Let me sleep in; it’s Saturday.” Brooke squirmed over to cuddle Jenny’s leg.
“It cannot possibly be Saturday.” Jenny was full of the unreasonable authority of someone who had no idea what day it was but was sure that Brooke was wrong.
“Then what day is it?”
“Not Saturday.” Jenny insisted. She cast around for a way to change the subject and spotted the brightly colored plastic walls that encircled the bed. “Hey, they put us in a crib!”
“Okay.” Brooke nodded. She was falling asleep again.
Jenny rolled her eyes at her useless bestie. She wasn’t sure of herself or her situation yet, but she was confident that things were not being done properly. Unfortunately, she was also profoundly exhausted. The “crib walls” that Jenny recognized as part of Monserrat’s playpen set stood only two feet above the mattress, but they might as well have been twenty feet high. In no universe was Jenny ready to climb anything.
That left her with a lot less options for contacting her caregivers. Her throat was in a precarious state, so shouting didn’t sound like a good option. For a wild moment, Jenny considered bawling like a baby. It’d work, but it would be almost as hard on her throat as shouting. That hurting her throat was her main objection to crying in a wet diaper was something Jenny was going to have to process.
The door opened, and Rachel stepped in with a pair of bottles. Her voice had the now-familiar muffling from her mask. “Goodness, there’s an alert-looking baby girl. How’re you feeling, Jenny?”
Jenny frowned – hadn’t her caregivers been doing diaper changes in pairs? “Wachel, my diaper is wet.”
“Let me see.” Rachel peeked over the crib wall and shrugged. “You’re fine for now.”
“What?” Jenny stared at Rachel, aghast. “You’re not going to change me?”
“The diaper change timer still has an hour on it,” Rachel said casually.
The words “diaper change timer” stunned Jenny long enough for Rachel to put a bottle to the Little girl’s mouth. Remembering that she’d promised to be a good girl, Jenny drank the water despite her outrage. Once the bottle was done, Rachel gently tipped Jenny onto her back and handed her Elizabat.
“Rachel…” Jenny’s attempt at using a girlfriend name instead of a babysitter name was met with a simple shush from Rachel. She snuggled her stuffie discontentedly while Rachel opened one of the crib panels and turned Brooke on her side for bottle feeding.
“Drink up, there’s a good girl, Brookie-baby,” Rachel said in a singsong voice.
“That’s what Clarissa calls her,” Jenny said.
“You’re right, Potty Pants.” Rachel nodded kindly. “We’re all going to have extra nicknames for you two after this.”
“P-p-potty pants?” Jenny pouted with every ounce of her Littleness.
“You go through water like nobody’s business. Jenny Potty Pants never needs to skip a diaper change.”
If she’d thought that diaper change timer had been a stunner, the name Jenny Potty Pants rang in the Little girl’s head like a gong. While she quietly watched Rachel feeding Brooke, Jenny felt a shiver run over her. The hot, fuzzy feeling that made her head pound was coming back.
“Wachel, my head hurts and my paci is out of medicine.”
“Give me a minute, Jenny-bear.” Rachel tipped the bottle up for Brooke to get the last of her water and retrieved both girls’ pacifiers from the bed. “I have fresh pacifiers for you, cooked up by Clarissa.”
Jenny took the pacifier gratefully and curled up next to Brooke for warmth. Rachel tucked them both under the blanket and put a cold pack on each girl’s head.
“I can’t give you any more Tylenol right now.” Rachel added a note to the small stack of papers taped to the wall. “But you’ve got your cold pack, and I’ll be back with Monchi to change your diaper when the timer goes off.”
Rachel’s instructions only dimly made sense to Jenny. If the pacifier was medicine, she didn’t understand what the other medicine was for. The easiest thing was not worrying about it and focusing on her babysitter’s soothing tone.
~~~*~~~
From her post at the dining table, Monserrat scrolled listlessly through housing websites on her phone. A whoop from upstairs had her on her feet with her chair clattering to the floor behind her.
“Ninety-Nine Point Five and Ninety-Nine Point Three!” Clarissa shouted triumphantly down the stairs. “Fevers are officially broken, bitches!”
Monserrat bolted up the stairs, slinging a mask over her ears. Clarissa had taken down the playpen walls, and Monserrat trod carelessly on them in her rush to hold her wife and baby girl in her arms.
“Jenny-bear, oh, Jenny-bear, you look so much better. You have color again.”
“As much color as I ever have.” Jenny smiled weakly. Monserrat’s eyes filled with tears at the return of her wife’s understated sense of humor.
“You were really sick and gave us a big scare.” Monserrat patted Jenny’s head lovingly. “It should be all done now. How do you feel? How’s your tummy and your cough?”
Jenny considered the question seriously, without the dazed confusion she’d shown when Monserrat had previously asked. “My tummy feels fine – good even. I took some deep breaths and didn’t need to cough at all.”
Four days of intensive nursing hit Monserrat all at once; she collapsed onto the bed with Jenny, hugging her like she could infuse her love directly into the Little girl. Jenny hugged back, her already-noodly arms even weaker after her ordeal. Across the bed, Clarissa and Brooke were laughing and crying simultaneously in their embrace.
“Um, Monchi?” Jenny said bashfully. “My diaper is wet.”
“We’ll take care of it in a bit, baby girl.” Monserrat sighed and wrapped her baby girl up as thoroughly as she could.
~~~*~~~
Jenny blushed as she awkwardly made eye contact with Brooke. When the laughing, crying, and hugging were over, Clarissa and Monserrat turned their baby girls on their backs and popped their diaper tapes without so much as a by-your-leave. Brooke was blushing, too, but wasn’t protesting any more than Jenny was. Though they hadn’t talked yet, Jenny knew her connection with her best friend had been restored. They were both thinking the same thing, “This is embarrassing, but after dozens of diaper changes, what’s the point in making a fuss?”
It would have been nice to know how much Brooke remembered from their ordeal. Jenny’s memory had the vast majority of her sick time locked behind a haze that she wasn’t sure she wanted removed. That their caregivers would remember every second was bad enough. Monserrat and Clarissa were chatting as they changed their girls’ diapers, as if Brooke and Jenny couldn’t hear them.
“There’s plenty of food downstairs that shouldn’t be a problem for their tummies, but I think we stay away from dairy for a couple of days as a precaution,” Clarissa said.
“That’s a good idea; Jenny’s not always great with dairy anyway.” Monserrat nodded.
“Where did you get that idea…” Jenny’s question was ended by the pacifier Monserrat put in her mouth.
Monchi was so on autopilot that Jenny didn’t think her wife realized what she’d done. Brooke giggled and took Jenny’s hand. Jenny’s desire to re-assert her competency melted away in that simple gesture. It wouldn’t be so terrible to be Little for a while longer.
Being babied extended to being carried downstairs. Jenny had expected it and been looking forward to it. It was Brooke’s turn to be caught off guard when Clarissa picked her up. Brooke had either lost enough weight, or Clarissa was running on adrenaline, but they got down the stairs without a hitch. Niusha and Rachel greeted them in the living room with adoring hugs and kisses, and then the baby girls found themselves sitting on the floor with their caregivers on the couches around them.
The caregivers’ faces looked naked without their masks on. Jenny realized that she and Brooke were both still topless – naked but for their diapers, in fact. It was a warm spring morning already at summer temperatures, but the situation was as undignified as possible. Brooke’s eyes lit up with the same realization; she looked up at Clarissa and opened her mouth petulantly.
“Momma…” Brooke got no further before Clarissa reflexively put a pacifier in her mouth. She blushed and doubled the red in her cheeks when Jenny waggled her eyebrows.
They both knew those eyebrows meant, “You call your girlfriend Momma?”
Brooke seemed overwhelmed, so Jenny crawled to her and sat hip to hip. She’d lost track of the conversation in her concern about being naked and Brooke’s revelation. Tuning in to the adults – her babysitters – her girlfriends – Jenny realized they were about to put dinner on. Four days of a liquid diet had left her ravenous, and her belly growled in anticipation.
To Jenny’s abject horror and Brooke’s infinite amusement, Niusha responded to the noise by checking the back of Jenny’s diaper. That came with a whole slew of implications, especially since she didn’t remember leaving the bed for four entire days. Brooke’s eyes widened as she caught up to Jenny’s train of thought. The two of them blushed purple and clasped hands until their knuckles hurt. A pact was made. Neither of them would bring up the ramifications of being diapered for four days straight until they had some distance from the event. Or maybe never.
“We should put them in high chairs. You have some, don’t you, Monchi?” Rachel asked.
“I have exactly two, but that’s enough.” Monserrat scooped Jenny off the floor.
“I got her down the stairs but might need help this time,” Clarissa said to Niusha.
“I’ll get the chairs!” Rachel scampered off.
There was much laughter as Monserrat put Jenny in a high chair and even more when Clarissa and Niusha worked together to situate Brooke in the other high chair. Things were getting out of hand, but the laughter had such a relieved quality that Jenny couldn’t bear to stop the game. It was a game, she realized, even if it hadn’t been for a few days.
“This is a fun game, huh?” Jenny squeezed Brooke’s hand.
“A game?” Brooke sagged in relief and nodded. Her smile went from wobbly to genuine. “Yeah, really fun!”
Both girls responded to teasing about taking their pacifiers out by demanding food. Their fussiness delighted their caregivers. Niusha served up delicious Kuku Sabzi, the Iranian frittata that was at the top of Jenny’s breakfast favorites. Brooke was initially hesitant about the green color, especially after discovering it was made of eggs. Once she tried it – or rather, once Clarissa firmly fed Brooke a bite – the tastebud-busting power of the Kuku’s herbs had converted her. Jenny would have eaten until her stomach was as bursting as her tastebuds, but Monserrat insisted on reasonable portions that left both girls wanting more.
Monchi’s decision was wise, but Jenny was sitting topless in a high chair, getting her chest wiped down by her wife in front of her best friend and all her girlfriends. For Jenny’s money, it was the most legitimate license to brat ever.
“If we can’t have more kuku, I want dessert!” Jenny pounded her fists on the high chair’s tray.
“Yeah, dessert!” Brooke joined Jenny on percussion. “We’ve been sick, and it was scary; we deserve a treat!”
“You’re on your way to a spanking with that behavior, Brookie-baby,” Clarissa said with her hands on her hips.
“You – you’d spank me after I’ve been sick?” Brooke forced crocodile tears out of her eyes as Jenny watched in awe. She might be the more experienced baby, but her bestie had a trick or two to teach!
“Normally, I’m the biggest hardass in the room, but in this case…” Monserrat shrugged. “I have some cookies that should be fine on their tummies.”
After a bit more begging, Jenny got that cookie and a pajama top. Her seat in the living room was still on the floor, but with cookie in hand, it was hard to complain. There was no mention of letting the girls out of diapers, but thankfully, no gory details of their illness either. By unspoken agreement, Brooke and Jenny decided to cut their losses on that score.
Oblivious to the rich inner lives of the Littles at their feet – and at least temporarily indifferent to the girls’ autonomy – the caregivers chatted on. They’d all gotten used to talking as if Brooke and Jenna couldn’t hear them. That being the case, the Littles surprised all four caregivers by shouting, “What?!” when Monserrat mentioned Brooke having a room in her new house.
“I didn’t realize you kiddos were paying attention,” Monserrat said, with the other babysitters rumbling their agreement. “We were talking about the place I want to buy, and if I stretch the budget a bit, there’d be room to get Clarissa and Brooke in.”
“I uh – wow.” Brooke looked up at Clarissa nervously. “Momma…”
“I love the idea, Brookie-baby, but don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time to discuss it.” Clarissa ruffled Brooke’s greasy hair. “Monserrat hasn’t set up any house viewings yet.”
“Navi, that’s so many rooms! A six-bedroom house?” Jenny squeaked when Monserrat hauled the Little girl into her lap.
“It might be more than six. I’d like to have an office, and with that many people in the house, we’d want to have spaces people could use to gather in smaller groups,” Monserrat said.
“Alternatively, you can drop a bedroom if we put both baby girls in a nursery together.” Rachel grinned.
“That’d be so cute!” Niusha’s tone was frighteningly serious. “They’re such good sleepers together, and it’s easy to get custom cribs in Ardenthill.”
“Navi! We said no cribs.” Jenny whined.
“What, you don’t want to snuggle with your best friend every night?” Monserrat bounced Jenny on her leg.
“It’d be an infinite sleepover,” Brooke said brightly.
“No fair joining their side; you know I think infinities are cool.” Jenny pouted.
“Eat your cookie, baby girl.” Monserrat nuzzled Jenny’s cheek. “Nothing’s decided yet. The first thing is you Little girls getting a bath and new diapers.”
“More diapers?” Brooke asked uncertainly.
“Ugh, they’ll probably never let us out of diapers now.” Jenny joked though the laughter that followed sounded more like an affirmation of Jenny’s statement than she’d expected.
It’ll be fine. Navi said nothing is decided yet. Jenny snuggled up to her wife, determined to make her cookie last as long as possible. If their ABDL polycule could survive the superflu, everything else would be okay. Catching Brooke’s gaze, Jenny could tell her best friend felt the same way.
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JaM: Chapter 23
The heat was no longer content to increase slowly. Day by day, the sun dried out the Spring damp – until the baked-earth smell of Summer was as present in Jenna’s mornings as the coffee brewing downstairs. Anymore it seemed to Jenna that Winter quarter at school was really in the Spring, and that Spring Quarter was properly in the Summer. The acceleration of seasons was nothing to the forces Jenna could feel pushing her forward.
Two monitors were great for productivity, but they could just as easily display twice as many problems as provide space to work on solutions. On Jenna’s left was the nth draft of the paper she was to present in a mere few days. To her right was a n+1th draft of an email to her parents, informing them that she’d gotten married two weeks ago. Neither document seemed remotely ready to send.
Instead, she turned to the papers on her desk. They were Maths work for class, just not work she was supposed to be prioritizing at the moment. The technicality was enough to assuage Jenna’s guilt and allow her to dive fully into the abstract world of maths. It was a lot like playing make-believe, something Jenna had been doing a lot as Jenny, her Little self. Let’s pretend we live in a world with five dimensions – what does a ball look like there?
When her roommate Rachel opened the door, the shock of returning to the physical world had Jenna blinking at the spunky brown haired girl in confusion. A host of physical sensations clamored for Jenna’s attention – prickling sunburn on the back of her neck, her back sore from hunching, a desert-dry mouth, and a painfully full bladder.
“Hey baby girl.” Rachel leaned over and ruffled Jenna’s hair. “I’m sorry to interrupt you when you’re in the zone, but you’ve been at it for hours. You need a break.”
“But I was almost finished.” Jenna presented her stack of drawings and calculations like they were a passport that would get her past the interruption and back to her world of perfect abstraction.
Rachel’s eyes slid off the multi-dimensional topology work without a glimmer of understanding. She met Jenna’s eyes with amused warmth. “It looks amazing and complicated, but the back of your neck looks like a lobster. Don’t argue with your babysitter.”
“I don’t need a babysitter, I’m not Little right now!” Jenna turned defiantly on Rachel and dramatically stomped her foot. Moving her leg was an immediate mistake – the final straw that compromised her bursting bladder. With a horrified squeak, Jenna clapped her hands over her wet crotch. A combination of external pressure and internal clamping stopped Jenna’s accident past the initial gush, but left her in a precarious situation.
“You need cleaning up, and your wife’s not here.” Rachel took Jenna’s arm, guiding her in a torturously slow waddle to the bathroom that managed to preserve what was left of her dignity.
Between her mortification and concentrating on keeping the rest of her accident in, Jenna didn’t think to protest when Rachel stripped her pants off and put her on the toilet. The relief was dizzying – Jenna sat still long after her long potty was done.
“That was a lot, baby girl.” Rachel chuckled as she rinsed Jenna’s jeans and panties in the sink.
“Please don’t tell Navi I had an accident – I mean my wife – I mean Monchi… Just don’t tell anybody, please!” Jenna’s heart thudded to make her ears ring. ABDL play was emotionally complicated enough without the implication that she might actually need protection.
“I don’t see why I’d need to make an announcement every time the polycule’s Little girl has an accident.” Rachel said, making a zipper motion across her lips.
“But it’s not about being Little! I got hyper-focused and I need to get back to my work before I lose what I was thinking about.” Jenna squirmed, wishing she could stand up and argue with Rachel on even ground. Nothing about being bottomless would make her feel more like an equal to her roommate. Sitting on the toilet with her hands covering her lap seemed like the best-bad option.
“Sweetie.” Rachel smiled fondly at Jenna, crouching down next to her. “You can do maths when you’re Little just fine, right?”
“Yeah but…”
“Shh. Here’s what I’m suggesting. You space out and go back to thinking about your work. Let your body be a baby, and let your babysitter take care of that baby, okay?”
Jenna’s lip trembled at the temptation in Rachel’s offer. Becoming Jenny would solve a lot of immediate problems, including her panic-driven heartbeat. It felt like a cowardly escape, but one that was too good to pass up.
“W-wachel, I’m thirsty,” Jenny said, pitifully.
“I bet you are.” Rachel kissed Jenny’s forehead. “I’m going to get you cleaned up, a snack, a bottle, and a fresh diaper. You worry about the maths, and nothing else. That includes the potty.”
Gratefully, Jenny nodded. It was easy to dive back in to her complicated maths problem, her brain had been itching to return to it. Formulas and diagrams swirled in her thoughts as Rachel guided her out of the bathroom. It was easy – even enjoyable – to lay passively on her bed while Rachel cleaned her up and put her in a fresh diaper. The fruit, cheese, and crackers that Rachel hand-fed Jenny were a bit of an intrusion on her mental state, but the bottle was heaven. Sucking on a baby’s bottle of cool water was meditative – Jenny was almost disappointed when the bottle was empty and Rachel sat her back at her desk.
The world faded away again once she had a pen in hand. Jenny took no notice of Rachel closing her curtains or dabbing some lotion on her neck, those kinds of things didn’t exist in fifth dimensional space. Only love – omni-dimensional as it was – made the trip from the physical world to Jenny’s hyperfocus. Rachel’s tender care remained wrapped around Jenny the rest of her afternoon.
~~~*~~~
“I have to say, I didn’t expect you to follow my suggestion so enthusiastically.” Rachel peeled Jenna’s sopping diaper off her with a chuckle.
“Wachel! I was just distracted – I mean hyper-focusing – and getting a lot done – and you said I didn’t have to worry about anything – and – and…” Jenny peeked accusingly out from between her fingers at her babysitter.
“It’s okay, baby girl.” Rachel took a break from wiping Jenny’s crotch to stroke the Little girl’s belly in slow circles. “I’m glad you did. It’s a sign that I should be your afternoon babysitter.”
“But I already have Usha in the mornings, and Navi at night – I’ve been wearing diapers to school – I’ll be a baby all the time.” Jenny frowned. “I’m not ready for that.”
“You can always say no on a particular day if you want.” Rachel shrugged, returning to cleaning Jenny’s butt. “I’d like a regular babysitting gig with our Little girl though. Plus, you’d have dinnertime and the evening as a big girl. I’d take care of you during your homework time.”
Rachel made an awfully compelling case. The thought of interruption free studying, unlimited even by her physical needs, had long been a fantasy of Jenna’s. For Jenny and Rachel to make it a reality was honestly too good to pass up.
“Okay – we can try it out.” Jenny squirmed as Rachel spread lotion on her skin.
“Really? Amazing.” Rachel’s beaming grin was a mystery to Jenny. She was grateful for her babysitter’s indulgence, but enough Big thoughts were filtering into her brain for Jenny to realize that Rachel was taking on a lot of work.
“Wachel – is this stuff sexy for you? Is it just closeness? Why do you like it?”
“It’s not sexy.” Rachel shook her head. “I like being able to express love for you like this.”
“But – you liked doing sexy stuff with me. Do you want to play like that, still?”
“I definitely do. Is that something my baby girl needs right now?” Rachel drew a finger down Jenny’s kitty, driving a surprised gasp out of her.
“N-not necessarily. I was thinking about what I can do for you.” Jenny licked her lips nervously – hoping it was seductive too. “You’re doing a lot for me and…”
“Sweetie…” Rachel leaned down, propping her arms to either side of Jenny’s head. Jenna watched in anxious confusion for a moment, before Rachel lowered her face. A surge of tingly excitement shot through Jenny’s torso when their lips met in a sweet kiss.
“You are super sexy,” Rachel said, nuzzling Jenny’s cheek. “I love playing with your body. As far as getting me off though – I like things to be rough. I don’t think you’d like being rough.”
“I could try.” Jenny whispered.
“I’d rather you didn’t, unless things change while we’re playing together.” Rachel kissed Jenny again, savoring the Little girl’s lower lip for a moment before sitting up. “It’s so different from how we’ve been together that I think it could hurt us.”
“Being rough sounds scary, true.” Jenny nodded sadly. “But – I want to make you feel good.”
“I get it, I like that too.” Rachel grinned. “One of the things I like about being submissive is serving. You want to hear my fantasy about playing one on one with you?”
“Y-y-yes.” Jenny squeaked out, feeling her cheeks burn.
“I loved it when you were passive and watched Niusha and I.” Rachel ran her fingertips over Jenny’s belly, finishing by raking her fingernails across the soft skin. “I want to play with your body, tease you and edge you until you burst.”
“Ah – oh…” Jenny’s tongue felt thick, the burn in her cheeks had spread to the bridge of her nose.
“Then, when you’re laying in bed all rumpled and satisfied – and I’m shaky-horny – I go find Clarissa or Monserrat and have them ram me into the mattress.” Rachel shucked her clingy blouse off. Her breasts fell free, pendulously soft except for the desperate hardness of her nipples. “Clarissa’s coming over in about an hour.”
“An – an hour?” Jenna shivered and shifted her legs apart.
“A whole hour – but we’re not staring there.” Rachel glanced teasingly at Jenna’s crotch “You’ve got a long time before I touch you there…”
It was a different kind of fugue state, being under Rachel’s expert hands and mouth. Any attempt to do more than clutch at her girlfriend with desire was swatted away. Early on, Jenna squeezed her eyes closed – abandoning the world of sight for one of touch, taste, and smell. Desire and sensation hummed in her nerves until tears leaked down her temples, building to heights Jenna hadn’t believed possible. She was begging – again – for release when Rachel’s fingers left the throbbing slickness of her button to plunge inside Jenna’s sex.
“I’m going to think about you like this – every second that I’m with Clarissa.” Rachel’s breath was hot on Jenna’s ear as she spoke, she answered with a wordless cry.
The world was drowned in sunlight and static. Jenna’s heart filled her like a tympani solo. Her sense of Rachel’s sweaty body vanished in the blast of pleasure that filled her from crown to toes.
How long she spent panting, nuzzling and lightly kissing Rachel, Jenna didn’t know or care. When she came back to herself enough for speech, she kissed Rachel properly, with both hands on her girlfriend’s cheeks.
“Thank you.” Jenna giggled. “I guess – I’d like you to babysit me in the afternoons.”
“I’m glad I passed the audition.” Rachel’s tone was light – but there was tension behind it. Her whole body was as taut as a bowstring. She was desperate to fly off to Clarissa – Jenna’s heart soared with love at the restraint Rachel was showing.
“Rachel – when you babysit me, I have a suggestion.” Jenna smiled at Rachel’s distracted, lusty nod. “Unless I say otherwise, you decide at the end of the afternoon if you play with me, and just – do it.”
“Uh – I have to – to get to Clarissa.” Rachel wiped a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth.
“Go.” Jenna whispered in Rachel’s ear. “I hope she wrecks you.” Rachel was out the room in a blur, leaving Jenna to giggle until her belly hurt.
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JaM: Chapter 24
Monserrat looked at the bright orange cylinder in her hand and skeptically up at her track coach. “Coach – Airborne, really?” Marge had stopped her on her way to the locker room, where Monserrat was excited to trade her school athleticwear for less-sweaty athleticwear. Getting out of the lurid school color scheme of pink and blue was almost as much a draw as the switch to something clean. She had nothing against the colors on a flag or logo, but they always looked washed out next to her dark skin.
“There’s a nasty bug going around, and I mean nasty.” Marge’s pale skin looked fine in school colors. She was dressed, as always, in her tracksuit and windbreaker. As far as Monserrat was concerned, she’d been born that way, right down to her ultra-butch buzz cut. “You’re our best thrower, I don’t want you missing a meet.”
“The nearest meet isn’t for a couple of weeks…” Monserrat raised her brows. “What’s this disease, hantavirus?”
“I haven’t heard a name on it yet, but it’s some school Pietri dish nonsense turned up to eleven.” Marge shrugged. “Takes days to get over and leaves you wrung out afterward. Just take the damn vitamins.”
Monserrat rolled her eyes. “My wife is going to make fun of me, you know. This stuff has no science backing it up.”
“Then take it for the placebo!” Marge snorted. “I know you already don’t get enough sleep.”
“Eh, five hours a night is fine for now.” Monserrat shrugged. “It’s not like it’s affecting my performance – you said yourself I’m the team’s best.”
“Or maybe you’d be Olympic caliber if you took care of your body. What’s so pressing that you can’t spare three extra hours for sleep?”
“Work, classes, and this thing in the afternoons where I throw a bunch of stuff at the grass. I could cut the last one out I guess.” Monserrat chuckled at Marge’s frown. “Come on Coach, you know I wouldn’t drop the team.”
“Don’t even tease about that. Congrats on the wedding, by the way. Does your wife play any sports?”
Monserrat chuckled, as she tried to imagine Jenna in a sports uniform and came up blank. “Not even video game ones. She’s a big math genius.”
“Hmm, sounds impressive, I’ll allow it.” Marge slapped Monserrat on the arm. “Hit the locker room, I’ve kept you long enough.”
The locker room’s usual murmur of conversation had a concerning amount of coughing sprinkled throughout. Rolling her eyes at herself as much as her coach, Monserrat popped the plastic canister open and downed a couple of the discs inside. They were awful, aggressively orange flavored with a strong metallic aftertaste. Obligation to her coach satisfied, Monserrat shed her sweaty clothes for black leggings and a red lycra top.
I should pick up some flu supplies in case Jenna – or any of my customers come down with something. She hurried out of the gym, eyes on her phone rather than the path in front of her. An athlete’s spatial awareness was all that saved her from crashing into a blonde student hunched over in the brick path.
Before Monserrat could apologize, the girl in front of her was offering a torrent of apologies. “I’m sorry, I’ll get out of your way! Just let me um…” To Monserrat’s surprise, the girl’s posture was instantly recognizable, a half-squat that was not enough to hide the sheer size of the potty accident darkening her jeans’ thighs and rear. The poor thing didn’t even have a sweater or hoodie to hide her shame, what with her summery white crop-top.
As much on autopilot as she had been walking, Monserrat stowed her phone with its message to Jenna unsent and put a gentle hand on the girl’s arm. “Hon, let me help you. There’s a bathroom right around the corner.”
The girl shot a nervous glance to where Monserrat indicated, clearly relieved to see that it was away from the press of students. She nodded, eyes shining with suppressed tears, and scurried after Monserrat with her legs pressed together. Once they were safely behind a locked bathroom door, Monserrat guided the girl to the potty.
“Give me your backpack.” Monserat took the pack from the blonde girl gently, smiling kindly when she saw her fumbling with her jeans. The poor thing was on the edge of panic and her shaking hands were no match for a tight zipper.
“Let me help.” Monserrat gave the girl an encouraging pat on the arm. “I’m Monserrat, by the way.”
“S-Sue.” Sue tugged at her jeans one more time, yelping as her fingernail broke. “I-i-i- okay.”
It took Monserrat only a moment to peel the girl’s wet jeans and panties down. Reflexively, she helped Sue down onto the toilet seat, eliciting another blush, but no more protests. It seemed better not to comment, instead Monserrat took the girl’s wet clothes to the sink for a good rinsing.
“Th-thank you.” Sue’s quavering voice managed to cover the light tinkling in the potty. “I don’t know why this keeps happening!”
“You’ve been having this problem more than today?” Monserrat kept her tone neutral, already assessing what supplies she had with her.
“It’s embarrassing.” Sue whimpered. She fell silent until Monserrat heard another splash in the toilet. A confession burst out of Sue in a transparently obvious scramble to hide the sounds she was making. “Every week at least – sometimes more – it’s hard to hold it all day but I don’t like peeing in public bathrooms.”
Monserrat wrung out Sue’s flower-print panties and set them aside. They were a lower priority for drying than the girl’s jeans – and anyway it seemed like Sue needed something more protective than panties at the moment.
“I have some experience with this sort of problem. I’ll get you all fixed up before we leave the bathroom, okay?”
Monserrat’s preference was to do as little drying with the loud hand dryer as possible, but Sue’s jeans were soaked halfway down the thighs. Everything above the knee needed a good rinse to keep them from smelling. She did her best to be quick about the rinse, Sue looked miserable sitting on the toilet in nothing but her crop top. With the application of a hair scarf, Monserrat hung Sue’s jeans from the hand dryer and set it running.
“Let me clean you up, okay Sue?” Monserrat was worried at first that the girl couldn’t hear her over the dryer’s racket, but the delay turned out to be down to Sue’s hesitancy.
Sue blushed and shook her head at the wet wipes in Monserrat’s hands. “I can do it.”
“It’s going to be awkward to reach everywhere you got wet – are you sure?” Monserrat tried her friendliest smile. “It’ll feel good to be really clean before you go back outside.”
“I uh – okay fine.” Sue stood up, scrunching her eyes like a kid afraid of getting a shot. She responded to a light tug on her arm by stumbling away from the toilet – Monserrat had her next to the adult-sized changing table before the girl realized it.
“Hop up here. It’ll be easier, trust me.” Monserrat patted the table, making sure to hold a straight face in the face of Sue’s blush and horrified stare. She was pushing things pretty far, Monserrat knew, but Sue had been remarkably passive. I’m pretty sure that means she’s desperate to be taken care of. This’ll be the moment of truth.
Sue’s eyes darted between the changing table, the extremely unappetizing alternative of the bathroom’s tiled floor, and up to Monserrat’s towering figure. There was an inflection point in Sue’s expression where her defiance vanished and she climbed shame-facedly onto the changing table. They both knew she could have demanded that Monserrat help her while she was standing – or more reasonably asked again to do it herself. Instead, she was on a changing table with her hands pressed to her face.
I know what to do with a Little girl in this position for sure. Monserrat chuckled internally. Giving Sue a thorough wipe-down without being handsy got the Little girl comfortable enough that she stopped covering her face, though her eyes were still firmly closed. She was pliable throughout, lying still when Monserrat stepped away to reset the hand dryer – so much so that she lifted her hips without protest for Monserrat to slip a diaper under her. Whatever she thought of the soft padding her rear at first, the jig was up when Monserrat dabbed on a bit of baby powder and pulled the diaper up over Sue’s crotch.
“What are you – that’s a diaper!” Sue’s eyes snapped wide open in accusation and shock.
“It’s a small one, should fit under your jeans once they’re dry.” Monserrat set the diaper’s tapes, in the absence of a physical protest from Sue.
“Why do you have wipes and diapers in your bag?”
That’s what she focuses on? Instead of asking – or demanding – to be let out of the diaper? Interesting. Monserrat patted Sue’s belly and sat the Little girl up on the changing table. The extra height merely put them eye to eye, something clearly not lost on Sue, as the girl blushed yet again.
“Because I take care of Little girls who have accidents sometimes.” Monserrat slipped a business card out of her phone case and handed it to Sue.
“Adult Babysitter – I don’t need a babysitter – or diapers – or…” Sue frowned. “Also, I didn’t agree to pay you anything.”
“This one’s pro-bono. So’s the next one at least, if you need it.” Monserrat let the indulgent smile she’d been feeling for a while show on her face. “You’ve been having regular trouble making it to the potty, and I’m happy to help.”
“I’m not a kid!” Sue’s tone was outraged – but her fingers were firmly holding on to the business card.
“You don’t have to be young to be Little, or to need someone to take care of you now and then.” Monserrat stepped away to start the hand dryer for what she hoped was the last time. “I’m married to a girl who loves being taken care of – including wearing diapers sometimes.”
“This is too weird.” The tears that had been behind Sue’s watery eyes since Monserrat bumped into her finally came out in a big sob. Monserrat stepped in for a hug and was glad she had with the way that Sue leaned into her.
“It’s going to be okay, Sue.” Monserrat patted the Little girl’s back. “I can help you getting set up with diapers, or potty training, whichever you need.”
“I’m potty trained!” Sue’s voice rang out in the sudden silence of the hand dryer finishing its cycle. She flinched and pressed her face into Monserrat’s chest.
“If it’s not wanting to use a bathroom that’s the problem, then diapers or pullups are a good solution.”
“No they aren’t! How is that not totally crazy?”
“Pullups are really just a step up from period panties. I’m surprised you weren’t already wearing those with your – issue.”
“I…” Sue pressed her face into Monserrat’s chest, either heedless of how familiar she was being or too embarrassed to help herself. “I was – all the pairs I have are in the laundry.”
“Then I’ll pack a couple of pullups in your backpack, just to get you through laundry day, of course.” Monserrat grinned. “Do you want ones with kittens on them, or clouds and stars?”
Sue pried her face away from Monserrat’s chest to glare at the tall woman. “You’re making fun of me.”
“I’m not. I put my wife in much cuter – and thicker – diapers every night.”
Sue pouted, her eyes darting everywhere in the bathroom but where Monserrat was. Finally, she grudgingly whispered, “Kittens.”
“Good choice.” Monserrat kissed the top of Sue’s head before releasing her to retrieve the Little girl’s jeans. “Let’s see if we can get these to fit properly. Lie back down.”
“I’m not going to hire you as a babysitter.” Sue protested, even as she obediently lay down.
“I didn’t ask you to. Feet up!”
Still damp and dryer-stiff at the same time, Sue’s jeans couldn’t have been in a worse state for their tight fit, even without a diaper to contend with. The Little girl was surprisingly game to squirm her way into the denim, eventually getting them completely over her padded rear. By that point, she was well pliable to Monserrat’s commands. It was simplicity itself to stand her up and put her backpack on her while Monserrat tidied up the bathroom.
“You’ve got a bus pass in here,” Monserrat said, as she tucked a trio of kitten-print pullups in Sue’s bag. “Do you want a ride home?”
“Oh, you don’t have to…”
“I know hon, but if you’re embarrassed about that diaper I figured you might not want to wait for the bus.”
“Oh – okay.” Sue nodded eagerly.
Sue was such an obedient Little on the way to the parking lot that Monserrat was tempted to take the girl’s hand. That she didn’t was more up to the possibility of campus rumors about a new girlfriend than any fear of breaking the Little spell Sue was under. Sue didn’t need to be roped into gossip about one of the campus’s more notorious polyamorous lesbians on top of an already rough day. As it was, the spell lasted up until Monserrat opened the back door of her SUV for the girl.
Sue had one foot in the vehicle before she turned indignantly on Monserrat. “You’re putting me in the back like a kid? Why can’t I ride shotgun?”
Monserrat laughed heartily, happy to see a smile crack on Sue’s face in response. “Just checking where your mindset is. Hop up front if you want.”
“You’re not my babysitter,” Sue said, as she buckled her seatbelt in response to Monserrat’s reminder.
“So you said earlier. I have one stop to make on the way. If you’re a good girl we’ll not only get in and out of the store quickly, but I’ll buy you a lollypop.”
“I don’t need a – a – that’s embarrassing!”
“Only if you care about what people think – and honestly anyone who even notices will probably just be jealous that they don’t have one.” Monserrat pulled her big white box of a vehicle out of the parking lot.
Sue sat in petulant silence for a bit before quietly saying, “Only if they have grape flavor.” Monserrat let the comment stand and simply enjoyed the extent to which Sue had unwittingly jumped into being Little.
The grocery store had everything Monserrat needed, soup base, Pedialyte, and lots of tissues. They also had grape flavored lollypops – Sue surprised them both by unwrapping one as soon as Monserrat handed it to her. She was adorable, bashfully sucking on the candy in the checkout line while Monserrat passed over the wrapper for the clerk to scan.
Sue watched curiously Monserrat packed the supplies into the back of her SUV, asking, “Is your wife sick?”
“There’s supposed to be something nasty going around – I’m making sure I’m prepared.”
“You’re really sweet.” Sue shuffled her feet. “You really diaper your wife? And other people – grown ups – that you babysit?”
“Absolutely.” Monserrat flipped Sue’s messy ponytail over her shoulder and adjusted the Little girl’s jeans to hide the bit of diaper that had been creeping out.
“You’re good at it – like a good mom.” Sue squirmed. “I’d – let you babysit me if there was nobody but one of your other um, Littles around.”
“Then I’ll be your babysitter until we get to your place.” Monserrat held the back door open for Sue – the Little girl hopped in with a blush.
“I’m surprised you don’t have a car seat.” Sue teased, as Monserrat got the car moving.
“I do, for my really Little clients. I don’t think you’re quite there yet.” Monserrat had the pleasure of watching Sue’s bashfully excited squirms in the rear view mirror the rest of the way to the girl’s apartment after that comment. She sent Sue off with an admonishment to make sure to do her homework and go to bed on time, to which the Little girl giggled and scampered inside.
Checking her phone revealed that she was way behind on errands and tasks for her afternoon. Despite that, Monserrat found herself refreshed as she pulled away from Sue’s apartment. What stress remained was easily handled by shuffling things around and shooting off some texts. More than anything, Sue’s comment about being a good mom stuck with Monserrat as a blossom of warmth in her chest.
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Bolstering her high from earlier, it was a delight as well as a surprise for Monserrat to find Jenna as her Jenny self – and in a damp diaper to boot. She scooped her Little wife up for a big kiss, squeezing the darling Little in her arms until their lips were parted by Jenny’s squeak. Monserrat nuzzled Jenny’s nose and patted her crinkly butt.
“This is unexpected.”
“Wachel is babysitting me in the afternoons now – I told her she could.” Jenny bit her lip uncertainly. “Is that okay?”
“Of course it is, but it makes me wonder if you’re going full-time Little.” Monserrat tried to catch Jenny’s gaze, but the Little girl squirmed nervously out of her arms.
With her eyes fixed on the floor, Jenny shook her head. “No – I’m still a big girl in the evenings. I was thinking about not wearing any diapers or pullups to school some days – or most days.”
“That’s fine. I like checking on you at school, but that doesn’t have to involve checking your pants.” Monserrat was glad to see an immediate smile from Jenny.
“How come you’re home early? I thought you had stuff this afternoon.”
“I did, but then I ran into a Little girl who needed rescuing and had to rearrange my day. Homework got bumped to now, meeting with my engineering prof is after dinner.”
“Was it Flora again? I should message her.”
“Somebody new, actually. Her name is Sue. I think you’d like her too. She’s a lot like how you were when you had just started being Little.”
“Oh.” Jenny considered that without any outward signs of jealousy, to Monserrat’s relief. “Do you think Sue would like to play sometime? Maybe with me and Flora?”
“It’s possible, but I didn’t get her number, I left her mine. If she contacts me, I’ll ask.” Monserrat plopped down on Jenny’s bed and pried her calculus text out of her backpack. “If you want I can try to coordinate a playdate with Flora and Skye. Or Flora and Brooke.”
“Brooke doesn’t want to play like that, I’m pretty sure.” Jenny shrugged sadly. “Skye would be good, as long as Flora is around.”
“You don’t like Skye on her own?” Monserrat’s phone chimed, she had it in her hand and swiped open without thinking.
“I don’t know her well enough yet.” Jenny fidgeted. “Anyway, I need to get back to my maths, you’re doing homework too, right?”
Monserrat nodded absently, knowing Jenny had already been interrupted for longer than she liked and would be desperate to get back to her work. The message she’d gotten was enough to arrest her full attention anyway.
[Clarissa] Hey Monchi, quick Q. I know you don’t like to keep secrets from your p-cule, but Brooke asked me to tell you something in confidence. Is that okay?
[Monserrat] This is mysterious. Go ahead.
[Clarissa] Brooke and I have done a couple of ABDL sessions – we’re hitting it off. Brooke doesn’t want me to say anything to Jenna, but I told her I kinda had to tell you since I’m in the p-cule now.
[Monserrat] You know that typing p-cule is more work than polycule with autocomplete, right?
[Clarissa] It’s not about effort, it’s 👏 about 👏 style 👏 Answer the damn question.
[Monserrat] You didn’t ask one. 😝 I’m happy for you. I’ll keep quiet about the two of you for now, but not forever, if that’s what you’re asking.
[Clarissa] Good enough. I don’t like sneaking either, but Brooke is big embarrassed. I figured you’d understand with how Jenna started out.
[Monserrat] Lots of Littles get their start that way. Just met a new one today. I understand.
[Clarissa] Client or girlfriend?
[Monserrat] Client – maybe not even that. Rescued her when she had an accident at school.
[Clarissa] Cute. Heh, never thought I’d say that about girls peeing their pants. This is your fault.
[Monserrat] I’ll take the blame. Have fun with Brooke. Are you going to tell Rachel and Niusha?
[Clarissa] Not right now if that’s okay. It’s more ABDL than dating right now between us.
[Monserrat] Okay. Love you, Lyssa.
[Clarissa] Love you, Monchi.
Monserrat shook her head at her phone. Looking up at Jenny, her heart freshly melted to see her Little girl scribbling away with all the seriousness of a mathematician at work – with a stuffed bat tucked under her arm. Brooke and Jenny are usually so close, I wonder what it is about ABDL that’s making Brooke skittish around Jenny. I’ll have to see if I can figure out a way to talk to Brooke about it before it becomes a bigger issue.
Calculus was too abstract to dive into with so many feelings bubbling up within her. Monserrat slipped out of the bedroom to fix a snack for Jenny while she let her thoughts settle. What was planned as a quick break went long when Niusha and Rachel pounced her for snuggles and a chance to chat. As much as she loved connecting with her girlfriends, having her homework looming in the background put a shadow over the afternoon. Priorities shifted again – Jenny got her snack, but the calculus book stayed closed.
As she rushed off to meet her professor that evening, Monserrat found herself asking for her first-ever extension on a homework assignment from the maths professor. Shooting off that email caused less of a guilty twinge than Monserrat had expected – which was in itself alarming. Top student had always been something that was at the core of her being. More and more, however, homework felt like a distraction from the real Monserrat – the Monserrat who took care of people, and saved the day for Littles.
That conflict was going to have to wait for another day, unfortunately. Monserrat already had an hour of sleep on the chopping block to keep from dropping any more balls. Four hours is fine for one night – that’s a full sleep cycle.
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JaM: Chapter 25
It was a beautiful spring day on the ABDU campus. The birds were singing, the breeze was perfumed with flowers, and Jenna was sitting on a bench in a diaper. Obviously, she wasn’t in just a diaper, any more than she would have been on a bench in only her underwear. The diaper was remarkable because it wasn’t remarkable. That was to say, Jenna had just realized that she was in a diaper, and had the secondary revelation that the experience was so common she hadn’t noticed until her morning classes were over.
The worst part is, I’m not supposed to be wearing a diaper today. I was going to take a day off!
Jenna sipped berry juice from her juice box while she tried to figure out what had gone wrong. The morning had started normally, she’d woken up when Monserrat got out of bed, wet her diaper, and drifted back to sleep while Monserrat did her morning exercises. Then Niusha had woken her up for a diaper change and…
Wait, that’s a normal morning now?
Juice wasn’t going to cut it for the level of dismay Jenna was feeling. She dug in her backpack to get her lunch bag, and found only the empty bag that’d held her actual lunch. After more digging through maths books, she was relieved to find the snack bag her babysitter had packed for her. It’d fallen to the bottom of the bag, atop her spare pullup.
My babysitter? Spare pullup?!
The snack bag contained a piece of string cheese, peanut butter crackers, and a handful of grapes. Each was in it’s own re-usable container decorated with Strawberry Milk stickers. She looked at the bag, at her juice box, and felt the softness of her diaper under her rear. A blush spread across Jenna’s face. More realizations surfaced. Her outfit was a fuzzy pink sweater, sand-colored shorts with white tights underneath. She only knew that much about her outfit by looking – and she didn’t know what shirt she was wearing under the sweater – because she hadn’t dressed herself. Niusha had dressed her in her capacity as a babysitter. Rachel had packed her snack, also as a babysitter.
There had been a time – Jenna remembered it clearly – when talking with Monserrat about wearing a diaper had made her hyperventilate. Other than the books on Graph Theory in her backpack, Jenna was functionally identical to a pre-school toddler.
Except for the part where I’m an actual adult – but am I even acting like one anymore? Do my girlfriends and my wife think of me as an adult at this point?
There was no point in throwing away her snacks, as childish as they were. That’d be tantrum behavior anyway. Jenna munched on her string cheese, ostensibly trying to come to grips with how far down the rabbit hole she was. What she actually ended up doing was noticing the beautiful day again, and wondering if there was anyone to play with.
Monserrat had given Jenna some numbers of Littles that wouldn’t mind being contacted. Flora would have been Jenna’s first choice, but she wasn’t a student and didn’t drive. There was a new name on the list, which was scary. Jenna’s thumb skipped over that name and hovered over Brooke’s name. Brooke would do anything for Jenna, that’s how good of friends they were.
That level of friendship was precisely the problem. Jenna had seen Brooke’s awkward, uncomfortable expression the day they’d worn diapers together. Of course Brooke would “play” with Jenna if she asked. But she wouldn’t like it, and it’d be another wedge between them. Too many of those and maybe they wouldn’t be best friends anymore.
Jenna couldn’t face losing Brooke. She pressed down on the new name instead, crafting a message to Sue one-handed while she popped crackers in her mouth.
[Jenna] Hi Sue, it’s Jenna. Monserrat gave me your number, she said you might want to meet someone else who’s Little.
I don’t have anyone else to hang out withJenna quickly erased the last sentence and tried for something friendlier. Brooke would have been proud of how socially aware Jenna was being. It was too bad Brooke had had a problem with diapers.
[Jenna] Hi Sue, it’s Jenna. Monserrat gave me your number, she said you might want to meet someone else who’s Little. It’s a really pretty day, do you want to hang out in The Grove?
With her message sent, Jenna re-packed her backpack and watched the birds chase each other from tree to tree. There were important questions she was supposed to be thinking about – but they weren’t maths related and she honestly couldn’t be bothered. Not when she was in such a good mood, and those thoughts all felt like big bummers. She was spared any potential guilt over avoiding her internal struggles when Sue replied.
[Sue] Yeah, I’m just studying in the library, but mostly staring out the windows. 😝
[Jenna] I can’t concentrate either. I’m in The Quad. Meet you in The Grove? I’m wearing a pink sweater and tan shorts. I have an ABDU backpack.
[Sue] 😎
The Grove’s signature ring of trees were an absolute riot of beautiful blossoms. Hummingbirds were out in force, dive-bombing each other as they tried to stake out the best clumps of flowers. There were students all over the huge bowl-shaped depression inside the ring of trees. Some of them were clumped up like the flowers, others dive-bombed from group to group like the hummingbirds. Jenna giggled at the comparison.
“Hi, I’m Sue.” Sue was blonde, pretty, and taller than Jenna. She had itty-bitty jeans shorts on and was wearing a midriff-baring tank top in yellow. Looking at her, Jenna would not have clocked her as Little, or anything other than a typical college student.
“Jenna.” Jenna squirmed, already feeling awkward and glad she’d asked Sue to hang out instead of “play”.
“I don’t know if Monchi told you what all she uh – did for me the other day.” Sue’s squirms mimicked Jenna’s. Maybe Sue would be okay to play with. She had responded to a message about meeting someone else Little, after all.
Jenna motioned with her head, walking down into The Grove. Sue followed, skirting the impromptu Ultimate Frisbee field some students had staked out. With the two of them off the beaten path and with most of the frisbee action near the middle, they had as much privacy as The Grove could offer.
“You had an accident, right?” Jenna looked up at Sue to see the girl wince in embarrassment. “It’s okay, I had one at school too, it was awful.”
“Yeah, it’s awful.” Apparently on impulse, Sue reached out and took Jenna’s hand. To Jenna’s surprise, she didn’t mind the contact. “Did Monchi rescue you too?”
“No my uh – uh – uh – friend Niusha did.”
Sue squeezed Jenna’s hand. “It’s okay if you say girlfriend. Monserrat told me that you’re married, but that you’re poly.”
“She’s that too, but I was going to say – babysitter.” Jenna looked nervously up at Sue. The girl was surprised, but instead of being upset she seemed wistful.
“It’s cool you have people taking care of you. Are all your girlfriends your babysitters?”
“Yeah, they are.” Jenna stopped at the edge of a muddy patch covered in barefoot footprints. The Grove was well known as an after-dark party spot. Supposedly the whole place would be stripped of grass by the end of Spring Quarter, only for the groundskeepers to replant it over the summer.
“What’s it like? Um – not that I want to push in on your thing but…”
“It’d be fine if you did. Better than fine, good.” Jenna sighed. “It’d be good to have a friend to talk to about being – Little. I know a couple of people but they’ve been doing it for a long time. I’d like to know someone who’s new to it.”
“Are you just learning about it too?” Sue asked excitedly.
“Well um…” Jenna found herself blushing. “I was just thinking today how I’m more into it than I ever expected. It’s not a bad thing, but I’m trying to figure myself out, I guess.”
“Oh, that’s even better!” Sue nodded in response to Jenna’s confused expression. “I need someone to ask questions, but who isn’t – hardcore – I guess?”
“I think that’s me.” Jenna laughed. “Maybe you’ll change your mind when you find out how much stuff I do.”
“You’re still figuring things out, you said, and you seem shy about it. That’s good enough for me.”
Jenna’s search for a good response came up empty. Sue didn’t seem to have a follow up either. As the silence stretched out, both girls succumbed to shyness and started walking again. The Grove’s downslope was too steep to climb where they were, so they cut inward around the muddy patch. Ahead of them, students were sprawled out on the grass. A few of them were studying, but most were dozing in the sun.
“You can ask me if you want.” Jenna finally forced herself to say. “About what stuff I do.”
“Do you want to tell me?”
“I think I do. It’d be good to have a baseline for how weird I am.” Jenna managed to save her statement from bitterness with a smile and a hopeful lilt to her voice.
Sue took Jenna’s hand again. “I’m curious.”
“My wife – uh, Monchi – never mind you know that.” Jenna blushed and looked down, but Sue’s only response was a gentle hand squeeze. “Monchi um, puts me in a diaper every night. I usually wake up with her, really early and then go back to sleep. But before that I uh – use it.”
“Wow, every morning?” There was no judgement in Sue’s voice, but she didn’t sound envious or excited either.
“Most of them.” Jenna took a deep breath. “Then uh – I wear to school but I don’t – use it here. And recently Rachel – another girlfriend – is babysitting me in the afternoon while I do homework.”
“And Rachel babysits you in the morning too?”
“No uh – that’s Niusha mostly. She uh – she – she changes me, and helps me shower and makes my lunch. Rachel makes me breakfast and a snack in the mornings.” Deep regret burned like spicy food in Jenna’s chest. Laid out for a stranger, her daily routine sounded like a pathetic child. There was nothing adult about it.
“That’s – kinda amazing.”
Sue sounded so genuinely enthusiastic that Jenna looked up at her in shock. Her expression matched as well, so it didn’t seem like a trick. Jenna’s heart was pounding too fast from baring her secrets for her to respond.
“I mean, you like it, don’t you?” Sue frowned in confusion – probably at the distress on her new friend’s face, Jenna realized. “It’s like, wow, they have to really love you to do all of that. I wish someone would do that for me. Doesn’t it make you feel special?”
A big smile blossomed on Jenna’s face out of nowhere. No, not out of nowhere, out of the love Sue had reminded her she had. The love her girlfriends and wife lavished on her every day.
“It really does. I guess that’s why I keep adding more – but only because they offer. I know it’s a lot of work, but they’re the ones asking to do it and it feels so good.”
“I’m not trying to hit on your wife or get into your polycule – promise.” Sue bit her lip. “But I wish Monchi was here to uh – diaper me.”
“She’s so good at it.” Jenna squeezed Sue’s hand as a thought struck her. “I have a spare pullup in my backpack, it’d fit even under those short shorts.”
Sue giggled. “But Monchi isn’t here.”
“I’m not offering to uh, help you. I haven’t really done that part. It’s just that wearing pullups and diapers is a nice reminder sometimes of when somebody took care of you.”
Sue giggled again, nodding vigorously. “There’s a bathroom right over there. You really don’t mind if I use your spare?”
“I’m wearing a decently thick diaper,” Jenna said, surprising herself at the lack of blush. “No way did I drink enough to need a change before I get home – not that I’m going to use it!”
“Why not, does it get uncomfortable?” Sue motioned for Jenna to follow her into the restroom. It was a single-toilet unisex type with Ardenthill’s trademark robust changing table dominating one wall. Jenna quickly locked the door behind them.
“Not unless it gets really soggy.”
“So why don’t you? Your babysitter will just change you when you get home. It’s Rachel in the afternoons, right?”
“Yeah – good memory.” Jenna turned her back when Sue dropped her shorts, dodging the question as much as the sight of her new friend’s underwear.
“I’m always good with people-stuff. I want to be a politician or an actress or something.”
From the sounds of it, Sue had her shoes off too, and was hopping a bit. A hysterical lightness made Jenna’s limbs wobbly. She’d known Sue for half an hour and the woman was naked in a bathroom with her, putting on one of Jenna’s pullups.
“I don’t get people most of the time. Monserrat helps me with that. It used to be that maths was a big enough world for me, but since I met her…” Jenna shrugged. “I’d never have been able to make friends with you this fast before I met my wife.”
Sue hugged Jenna from behind. It was hard to tell through Jenna’s clothes, but she got the sense that Sue wasn’t wearing a lot. I really, really hope she got that pullup on.
“I’m glad we’re friends. You seem like a good friend to have. I like you.”
Sue bared her emotions apparently effortlessly. It was too heartfelt a sentiment to give the cold shoulder to. Jenna turned around to hug Sue, sighing in relief when she saw her new friend had indeed put the pullup on. Honestly, her shorts hadn’t covered much more than the pullup did.
Jenna gave Sue a fond squeeze before awkwardly breaking the hug. “How uh, does it fit?”
“Fits good! We’re both skinny-Minnies.” Sue laughed. “I guess we can share diapers.”
Jenny had to giggle at that. “Okay but you have to get some of your own or it’s no fair.”
“I will, but you’ll have to show me where to get them.” Sue pulled her shorts over the pullup with a little hop. “Also uh, I don’t know how much I’ll use them. This is fun, but I like it better when someone else is helping me.”
“Yeah, it’s nice.”
“That’s why you should use your diaper!” Sue sat on the toilet lid, putting her shoes on. “I bet you have to go if you had a snack.”
“Wha-what? I can’t in front of you.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean…” Sue blushed profusely. “I meant like, before you go home. You should give your girlfriend a reason to get your diaper off.”
“She’d really like that.” It was Jenna’s turn to blush scarlet.
“I have to get to my work study but uh – can we…”
“Play again?” Jenna asked shyly.
“Yeah.” Sue giggled. “Can we play again sometime?”
“I’d like that.” Jenna worked up her courage and gave Sue a hug as soon as the other girl had her shoes on.
~~~*~~~
They already had each other’s numbers and Sue was close enough to her shift start that she had to jog to get there. Feeling a bit off-balance at their sudden parting, Jenna wandered toward the campus bus station. As she went, she tried to relax her bladder. The surprising ease with which she wet was either a success – or a worrisome sign. Jenna decided on success. She could worry about how easy it’d become to use a diaper when she worried about all the other stuff she’d put off thinking about that afternoon.
Warm in her heart and her pants, Jenna joined a crowd of students at the bus stop. She was just about to start daydreaming about what Rachel might do when she discovered Jenna was wet when someone grabbed her arm.
“Jenna!” Brooke gave Jenna a big hug, stun-locking the diapered girl.
“I uh – hey Brooke!”
“Oh, sorry! I forgot you don’t like to be grabbed out of the blue. I didn’t ruin maths solving, did I?”
“No, I wasn’t thinking about maths at all.” I haven’t thought about maths all afternoon. What’s happening to me?
“Penny for your thoughts then! I’ll actually be able to understand them.” Brooke grinned.
“I was thinking about Rachel babysitting me when I get home.” The bottom dropped out of Jenna’s stomach when she realized that her comfort with Brooke had let her mouth run on autopilot. A quick look around showed no-one looking their way. Everyone had their own conversations, or had earbuds in.
“Oh, wow. Afternoons now too? Or is this a special day?”
“No uh – it’s every day. My only time I’m not uh – doing that kind of stuff is from dinner until Monchi and I go to bed.”
“Until she puts you to bed?” Brooke had a smirk on her face. To her horror, Jenna wasn’t sure if she could trust that expression. Her best friend wasn’t making fun of her – was she?
“We go to bed in the same bed a lot of nights.” Jenna protested.
“Uh huh.” Brooke ruffled Jenna’s hair and leaned in for a whisper. “So you’re saying you two have never talked about replacing the bed in your bedroom with a crib?”
“It’s not like that – yet. Or maybe ever.” Jenna’s protests were sounding weaker and weaker to her ears. Wearing a wet diaper and denying she was a baby were an absurd combination.
“I’m just teasing.” Brooke smiled, but the smile didn’t seem to reach her eyes. She was uncomfortable – or upset – or something else, and Jenna couldn’t for the life of her figure out what it was.
In Jenna’s mind’s eye, Brook had always had an aura of diamond. Precious, beautiful – and most importantly, crystal clear. The foundation of their friendship was that Jenna had always been able to understand what Brooke was feeling. There hadn’t been anyone in Jenna’s life like that until Monserrat, not even her parents. The diamond aura was still flashing, still beautiful, but the facets reflected inward to nowhere. Brooke was all glitter and no depth.
“I knew you were teasing.” Jenna lied. The slight frown on Brooke’s face was a good indicator her best friend had noticed the fib. Barreling ahead, Jenna asked, “Do you want to hang out this weekend? I have time on Sunday.”
“Oh – uh – I really want to but…”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” Jenna said in a rush.
“I do, Jenna, I so do! But I have plans pretty much all of Sunday.”
“Okay, maybe next weekend.”
“Yeah, we should!”
They stood in uncomfortable silence until a bus pulled up. Brooke looked at it and winced. “This is my bus. You ride the 45, right?”
“Yeah. Um, see you around, Brooke.”
“See you Jenna.” Brooke went in for another hug, but neither of them had their heart in it. Sadly, Jenna watched the bus go.
Are we even besties anymore? Maybe I can only be friends with Littles now. When did that happen? How did I become just another diaper girl?