A story focused more on fetish fun than plot.
Keeley hung fearfully back in the doorway of the beach house, staring at her nannies’ cars in horror. They were determined to pack her into them and take her out. Not just through fast food drive through line either. The plan was to park at a drive-in and eat there. Begging and pleading had no …
During her morning change, Keeley was hoping for a better day. Dominika was changing her this morning. It was nice to shed the over-wet nighttime diaper. She wouldn’t need the extra padding except that they kept putting her to bed early. Last night had been eight o’clock. No way she could make it to morning …
In the morning, Keeley’s diaper was absurdly heavy. Somehow, it hadn’t leaked. She could only hope that she hadn’t wet it more when she’d fallen asleep drunk. Her nannies already thought she was a bedwetter, they didn’t need to be right about it. Everything was uncomfortable. Especially her bladder. That was a good thing, since …
((Content Warning: Alcohol abuse. A character throws up.)) Keeley considered her situation as Vidette brought her a plate of spaghetti. Sure, she was sitting in a high chair, in a diaper. On the other hand, she hadn’t had to make dinner at all. It was kind of like being waited on by her friends. “Do …
“You should share your location on your phone for these jobs.” Clarissa’s voice was a little crackly over the phone. The gated community Monserrat was driving into apparently had crappy cell coverage. “Oh yeah, and why’s that?” Monserrat asked. “For safety reasons, obviously.” Clarissa said. “I’m your safety buddy on these jobs.” “Uh huh.” Monserrat …
“I get everything you’re saying, Mr. Nguyen.” Monserrat said. “But I can’t really take your word for it one hundred percent, because Fabiola isn’t here.” “Just call me Nick.” He said. “You’re never going to hit that pronunciation anyway.” “Sorry.” Monserrat winced. “I thought I was pretty close.” “You are about as close as white …
“Tell me again how it isn’t prostitution.” The voice on the phone was more than a little sarcastic. Not that Clarissa had a lot of tones that weren’t sarcastic. Monserrat glanced in irritation at her phone, hanging on the dash of her car. With an effort she forced her eyes back on the road. “Because, …
After the movie her ‘caregivers’ put Keeley on the floor in the living room with a coloring book. They were having a discussion as to what Keeley should call them, because they didn’t think ‘girls’ was respectful enough. Now she had to respect them too? As if! Since she was already opting out of the …
Back at home, after a good night’s sleep, Rose was taking a break from being a baby. She was in her cute rolled-up jeans shorts and a cream colored blouse with no pacifiers or diapers in sight. They still had two days left in the weekend, and today would be a day just to recover. …