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Richard woke up the next morning to the feeling of Susie unzipping his pajamas. She untaped his diaper and began to rub his penis slowly, and then she moved down and gently took his rapidly hardening length in her mouth. He rolled his eyes back, the rest of his body seemingly placid, his mittens over his head and quietly suckling on his pacifier, and she withdrew her mouth and climbed on top of him, sliding his whole, uncut length inside her with a single, smooth motion. She was practically dripping wet, and her vagina squeezed him tightly as she began to ride him. Pleasure, deep and rich, took hold as she bounced up and down on top of him and he responded with thrusts from his supine position, the two of them working up a rhythm. He had no idea how long they continued for, how long the bed springs were bouncing as she worked both of them to orgasm. He had nothing in his thoughts but her, how she totally owned him, how she could do anything she liked with him at any time and how he was helpless to resist as she drained him dry of every single drop of semen he could possibly produce. Every time was just as good as the first time, not just the physical pleasure but the connection between the two of them, her complete, natural dominance and his joyful submission. She hugged him closely and he responded with his mittens against her back as he, once more, gradually deflated while still inside her. She hadn't said a single word to him throughout; there was nothing that needed to be said, and he was pacified anyway. Rational thought gradually entered his mind again and he wondered how many other guys his age woke up like this, in baby bondage and with rich girlfriends determined to use them as male sex toys as often and as thoroughly as possible. He was very, very sure that he was the only one in the entire United States, possibly the entire world, who was enjoying a thing like this. She nudged him out of bed and he obediently crawled after her to the bathroom in their usual after-sex ritual. She unpacified him to brush his teeth and took off the rest of his baby gear so that he could brush hers, as she had before, and the two of them climbed into the hot water together. She still wasn't saying anything, but there was nothing worth saying that couldn't better be said with kisses and comfortable snuggling in the hot water, and to his complete surprise, she even got out of the tub to use the toilet. He didn't need privacy from her, and she didn't need it from him. The first words out of her mouth that day were instructions. "Put your rainbow stuff back on, call your mother and invite her for breakfast, and then put the pajamas and sheets in the wash," she instructed him. "Yes, Your Highness." She loved that phrase and would never get tired of hearing it, rolling it around in her mind in pure satisfaction. It was a phrase she intended to hear quite a lot of in the foreseeable future. Well, that and 'meow'. But Whiskers was a good kitty even if he couldn't talk people words, and the cat greatly appreciated what she did for him: fresh water, fresh kitty litter (Susie was very careful about the whole toxoplasmosis thing), a microwaved mix of ground-up fish and chicken in lactose-free milk (humans would find it disgusting; Whiskers loved it), and, just to make sure, a very tiny sprinkle of ground-up vitamins. And soft care and attention, just like her boyfriend did. Heather sleepily groaned when the phone rang, but she was very glad to actually be called by one of her children for once, especially given the offer of free breakfast that she didn't have to cook, one more thing she would not have to deal with that day. It sounded like a gesture of goodwill, but she knew that there wasn't a lot of distance between goodwill and manipulation, and she didn't think it'd take long to know which it was. Richard knocked on the guest-bedroom door while opening it slowly. "Hey, Zoe. Get up so I can wash your pajamas. Mom's coming over for breakfast." Zoe awoke in confusion, thinking for a brief moment that maybe her brother meant Susie's mom before remembering that the woman was dead. "Our mom's coming here?" The idea was a bit repugnant, but it would have seemed much worse a week ago and utterly abominable two weeks ago. It was just breakfast, Heather still had a job to get to. "Susie's idea." "Pffff... all right." She slowly got up. She was not going to get dressed right away, not before she had a chance to soak in that tub of theirs, and she tossed the pajamas outside the bathroom door, luxuriating in the tub for a while before helping them fix up breakfast. Just as Richard was moving the wash to the dryer, Heather arrived in her work attire and accepted the welcome graciously. Richard greeted her with a big smile once he saw her and walked slowly to the breakfast table. His mother thought it was due to his heels, which she decided not to mention, but he was actually trying to stop his thick diaper from crinkling too loudly. Fortunately - and intentionally - Susie was talking to her, talking about the food she'd made and that she hoped Heather would like all of it. And she very much did! She could tell that they'd made the French toast themselves even if the sausage came from the freezer. Glasses of milk and orange juice both, like in a commercial. Eggs and not too much bacon. She briefly mused on the idea that maybe they were trying to get rid of her by clogging her arteries, but of course they were all having some. Her determination of good will or manipulation was answered when the request came from Susie: "I'd like to have Ricky and Zoe over tonight again." "Two nights in a row?" Heather asked with a raised eyebrow. It was a token objection. She'd expected some other request, something worse, even if she couldn't think of what it would be. "This one's for all five of us," Susie explained. "Caroline can finally get off of work long enough to come, and Leslie's never done this before." Heather judged that mentioning the disabled girl that way was kind of an unnecessary cheap shot, but she'd planned on acquiescing anyway. "That's fine, then. But he'll be spending Saturday with me," she said firmly. "You too, Zoe," she added, and Zoe sighed softly but didn't argue. "I'd still like to spend some time with them while they're still young," she explained to Susie as if she were an adult, the only other one in the room. It was like they were trading Richard's time like he was an emotional support slave for rent, but he didn't mind too much, particularly because her voice carried a serious note of defeat. Zoe picked up on this as well, along with her mother's pleading look in her direction, and she chose not to complain; their family agreement was still in force, and it was worth it to spend time with her mother once a week or so for the privilege of just not being fucked with for the other six days. She heard the unspoken conversation as well, which might as well have been said out loud: 'He's mine. You know he's mine. You want him to be mine because it leads to you being the mother-in-law of someone very rich, and besides, if you try to take him away from me, he'll make you wish you never gave birth to him.' 'I know all that. But this is a very difficult situation for me, one that I still don't fully understand, and please let me still be the mother of my children while I can. Just give me this.' 'Deal.' They parted amicably, Heather saying how grateful she was for the delicious breakfast and thanking her children for helping make it for her, and then they were three teenagers with a whole day ahead of them and nothing they needed to do right then. "I've only been to your house that one time," Susie mentioned. She hadn't been paying a lot of attention to what all was in it; something else, namely an incredibly cute boy in an incredibly cute dress, had been a much higher priority. "Susie, I'll just be straight with you," Zoe started. "You? Straight? Since when?" Richard immediately interrupted, and Susie started laughing. "Shut up, Ricky," Zoe said, amazed that she was also laughing, that she even could laugh at that. "Anyway, going back to our house after being here, it's like spending time in a fancy restaurant and then going back to McDonald's." "A McDonald's that serves spam," Susie replied, and Richard laughed. "God damn it, you... all right, you got me," Zoe replied. "You want to go over there now?" "Yeah, I want to go for a walk anyway, and I want to know what you guys do when you're not doing this." "What, observe the wildlife in its natural habitat?" Zoe asked. "All right. But, seriously, our lives have totally changed over these past couple of weeks. Everything's different. You'll never see him as he was before he met you." Susie nodded in acceptance. "Should I change?" Richard asked. "Just the shoes," Susie said, not wanting the jingle to interrupt what she'd been thinking about. Housework did involve a lot of walking, but telling him to walk a mile straight in five-inch heels would have been mean, especially since he would have done it. Great power, great responsibility, and all that. They took the back paths, enjoying the cool - well, not scorching - morning air and being passed by a familiar cyclist. "I want to know what you think," Susie said after a while. "Is it okay to show... different lifestyles to children? Like, what if your mom was a furry or something?" Zoe pffffted at the idea of her mother in a fursuit, but Richard tried to take the question seriously. "As long as it doesn't put them into sex, or bondage, or bondage sex," - the girls started laughing - "and you're not forcing them into it and it's not going to mess them up, I don't think there's a problem with it? I mean, normal or not?" He was uncertain of himself. Richard hadn't ever really felt like he had a good handle on what was actually normal, and, from his perspective, neither did anyone else he'd ever met, and that was even before the last couple of weeks. He was wearing a rainbow dress and a thick diaper, his hair done up in pigtails as his princess wanted, and he had only a vague idea how different his lifestyle was compared to the habits of various other people, basically all of whom he thought were weird in one way or another. "I mean, you'll get Karens screaming at you no matter what you do." Susie nodded, seeming to like the answer a lot. "I feel sorry for people actually named Karen," Zoe said. "We had one in one of our classes. Like three boys got suspended for asking her if she wanted to see the manager. I actually think she's going to legally change her name once she gets out of school." "Aww, that's so sad," Susie lamented. "I hope nobody does that to, like, Susan or something." "Kinda doubt it," Zoe replied. "At least nobody's going to do it to me, nobody does anything with the letter Z other than call people zombies," It had been a mild annoyance around a couple of Halloweens. "and Richard has always been called Dick. Although I've never it heard it being used on Ricky here." Richard shook his head. "Seriously? Richard shortens to Dick?" "You really didn't know that?" Zoe asked. The gaps in Susie's cultural knowledge were random sometimes. "I really didn't." She started giggling. "Don't worry, Ricky, I'm not going to call you that, just call for it every so often." Zoe broke out laughing and started looking around wildly, making sure no one overheard that. This girl! She just decided to keep quiet when Susie suddenly shouted "Bunny!" and pointed out a rabbit in the grass. They were headed in its direction, and a couple of hops later, it was gone. "Back home to his family," Susie said. "There's got to be a burrow around here." They continued on home, and Zoe was almost expecting Susie to tell him to do chores at his own house, but instead, she asked what they usually did together. And of course the best answer there was Starcraft, and Richard cringed a little inside because he didn't know how well he'd perform under that kind of pressure. In theory, having Susie there cheering him on would do wonders, but it just made him terrified of messing up in front of her instead. Fortunately, Zoe was playing with him, so that just put them in the 2v2 league, and Richard pulled absolutely no punches and proceeded to summon the largest swarm of Stalkers he could muster in a very short amount of time, utterly and mercilessly crushing one guy by total surprise before proceeding along with Zoe's army to the next, who said something about 'fucking smurfs' before leaving the game. Their phones - and his computer - blooped a few times in a row, but they barely even noticed. Susie playfully kissed him on the forehead for his victory. Then they got to talking about what else they did, and the Sunshine outfit was inevitably brought up. Susie had never seen it person, so of course Richard obliged her, putting the whole thing on (he was wearing the accessories already) and giving her a little twirl. His puffy diaper tended to peek out from beneath the ruffled skirt, which Susie absolutely loved, and she decided that his yellow pacifier went with it perfectly. "Yellow heels, that's what you need, Ricky," she said authoritatively. "Call him Sunshine," Zoe suggested. Susie looked at his shirt. "Right! Okay, Sunshine." She considered what she wanted to play with and how. She could have ordered him to do housework, but the place was actually clean. Apparently Heather had given it a once-over while her kids were out. Oh, right, her phone. She pulled it out and sighed, and the others did as well, reading the angry and misspelled messages. It was, of course, Caroline. and as they read, she spat out another frustrated message about some asshole who just did not realize that, yes, they would have to actually open up his interior to install the fucking shield, that this wasn't just something held on with duct tape, and the guy had even threatened to sue. He had been so belligerent and so on the edge of threatening physical harm that her dad had almost called the cops. It was, as she informed them, the third time this year that someone didn't realize that a real customs job is car surgery. "That girl needs a vacation," Zoe said firmly while simultaneously sending a reply of support and hope that things would get better. "She does," Susie replied, and glanced at Richard and his pacifier. "And I know just the thing." "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Richard pulled out his pacifier to say, a little, conspiratorial smile on his face. "I think I am," Susie said with a similar smile. "Actually, I just remembered." Susie sent a message to Caroline asking her to pick up a specific cut of beef and some other ingredients on her way to the sleepover, as she intended to prepare an absolutely delicious dinner. Caroline, given something else to think about, eagerly agreed. The three of them briefly discussed how they might help Caroline to relax that night. Zoe didn't think she'd be up for it at all, Susie was confident in her persuasive abilities, and Richard was of the opinion that they might as well just politely offer it and see what happens. They had an enjoyable, normal (for them) day. It quickly got hot again, and the air conditioning and circulation in their house was very poor in Susie's opinion. Richard left the jingly stuff behind, but he put his rainbow dress back on and he'd be wearing his unicorn pajamas; Zoe put on a skirt set and brought her own unicorn jammies, and they all wore sunblock, even Susie, before they walked back to her house and spent most of the day in and around the pool, with Richard happily splashing around in his full mermaid outfit. The girls were talking esoteries again, some weird subculture stuff he didn't understand. He was happy as could be, but he just wondered how Caroline would take their idea. They were not expecting her to arrive the way she did. She'd come early, and she hadn't forgotten to bring the food and Leslie, but she looked and acted very wrong for a 17-year-old girl attending her friends' sleepover. While Leslie was giving everyone a please-understand look of total sympathy, Caroline had a scowl affixed to her face and her left hand, the one not supporting Leslie in her leg braces, was unconsciously clenching. Her eyes looked like she hadn't slept in days, although she surely must have at some point. She had neither changed nor showered, and her greasy mechanic's overalls looked very out of place in the posh interior of Susie's home, like something out of a Dickens novel. "Hi, guys," she said, some apology in her voice. "Just eight hours tomorrow, yeah, JUST eight hours and then I take her to the pool," she immediately started saying. Caroline's father had agreed that picking up Leslie for her swimming appointments was still important, and she would not be expected to go back to work after that. "I'm sorry, I know I look like shit, I wanted to get the fuck out of there and just wasn't thinking." She had given Leslie the same explanation when she picked her up. "Actually, that's totally okay," Susie said. It directly led to how they planned on presenting their idea to her - she'd even put the related stuff in the bathroom. "Caroline, we'd like to bathe you." "Bathe me? As in, wash and scrub me?" She seemed more amused by the idea than anything else, but she felt horrible about being so grungy that her friends were actually offering to clean her up. Why the hell didn't she just take a damn shower and change her clothes, at least? "Especially your hair," Susie added. Caroline kept her hair up in a bun for work, she hadn't even let it down, and it was a greasy mess. "You sold me, let's do this." She'd borrowed the phrase straight from one of her recent customers. She left Leslie with Zoe and followed the other two upstairs, and with a total lack of concern for modesty, she started to strip. The hot water looked and smelled unbelievably good, and she even splashed them a little jumping in. The two began to work. Caroline was so covered in crud that the water actually started to turn grey after some application of soap. "Nobody's going to bother you tonight, are they?" Susie gently asked as she ran her fingers through Caroline's generously shampooed hair, trying to get rid of as much grease as possible. It wasn't matted or a total rat's nest or anything like that. It was just foul, and Caroline reeked of chemicals. Susie wondered if she could even smell those things anymore or if she'd just spent way too much time in her father's shop. "Pssh. I told my dad, if he calls me it's because either the place is on fire or a war just started." "When do you have to leave?" Richard asked, scrubbing her back and arms with a loofah. God, that felt good on her skin. "I'm getting up at five-fifteen in the morning," Caroline said sadly. "Shower and breakfast and shit, gotta go at like five-thirty to get Leslie home." She was leaving a large buffer - she didn't trust herself to actually be on time that morning. Susie handed Richard a small, metal object. Wait, was that a nail file? No, not quite. Caroline let him use the scraper under her short nails. It wasn't a manicure, but it felt like she thought it might be. She'd never had one. "Any movie you never got to watch but wanted to?" he asked. He'd gone over the exact phrasing of that question with Susie. "You know, actually.. technically, I did watch it. It was called Gravity, and I saw it in a theater, but I was with a bunch of really stupid kids for some dumb reason. I just wanted to watch the damn movie but they would not stop pestering me and each other. We almost got thrown out." It had been a formative experience and a reason she carefully curated her friends. "We can get that," Richard replied, switching his attention to Caroline's other hand. He vaguely remembered the advertising for it. They continued to wash her carefully, legs and chest and face (Susie was the one touching her more feminine bits), and she let out a few stressed half-chuckles at the absurdity. She'd just walked into the rich girl's place looking like the ultimate exemplar of blue collar, and the first thing the rich girl did was clean her the fuck up. Well, Caroline thought, what else was she going to do? A small part of her overstressed mind had actually expected her to be turned away at the door even though she knew that wasn't going to happen. "God, guys, I'm so totally sorry, I didn't mean to make you do this," Caroline sputtered out. "Caroline, it's okay, you're totally exhausted," Richard said. It was probably the wrong word: car exhaust was one of the things she'd smelled like coming in. "No one's making anyone do anything. You're fine. Nothing bad's going to happen to you tonight." Caroline wasn't used to him, to any boy, being so reassuring, and she really wasn't used to being the recipient of so much sympathy. "Well, Caroline, I'll give you three choices," Susie said brightly near the end. "You can put those greasy clothes back on, I could find you some stuff out of my closet or even Dad's closet, or, if you'd prefer, you could wear this." She pulled open the compartment under the sink and pulled out a lot of pink stuff that did not look like regular clothes at all. Caroline gawked. They really wanted her to dress like.... wait, some of that was bondage stuff, that must be the stuff Susie didn't lock him into! No wonder they were asking those questions, they didn't just want to put her in a too-short pink dress, they wanted to basically tie her up! She was sharply, immediately reminded of some of the more disturbing things she'd found online, and brief, confused thoughts waffled through her head about some kind of conspiracy to humiliate her. But that didn't even make sense, Susie wouldn't do something like that and Richard fucking destroyed people who did things like that. Bewildered, she looked at each of her friends, trying to read their faces to grasp what they really intended with this. "If you don't want to do it, we're not going to call you chicken or anything," Richard hastily said. Caroline's brain lurched into gear as she felt like she was being invited rather than pressured, the recipient of a friendly dare, and this definitely wasn't some stupid hazing bullshit. Richard had said that nothing bad would happen to her that night and he had meant it. Hell with it, she was too fucking out of it to do any real activities anyway, if they were going to dare her to let them pamper her instead, she was going to take it. "Two conditions," she said firmly. "First is no pictures." She had the idea that they would want to keep things, not for blackmail but just as a record she didn't want stored. "We can't take pictures!" Richard blurted out, amazed that she even mentioned that. "You're not 18, anyone caught with pictures goes to jail!" "Yeah, shit, of course, fuck," Caroline babbled. God, she was just messing up on everything, at least she hadn't messed up at work. "Second is, nobody ever brings this up again unless I do." "Okay, I'm sure Leslie and Zoe will be okay with that," Richard replied. "They will," Susie added. "Do you want the whole thing or just parts of it?" "All of it, lay it on me," Caroline brazenly said, going all-in on the dare. These two weren't going to do anything to hurt her, she knew that, so what reason did she have not to just play along? They couldn't even drive yet, they weren't going to do anything to make her not their driver anymore. But they didn't lay it on her, not right away, continuing to carefully bathe her instead, with Susie scrubbing the inside of her thighs while Richard cleaned under her toenails. "You don't have any food allergies or anything like that, do you?" Susie asked as she stepped out of the tub. "Nope." She had been blessed in that respect: she had no allergies of any kind that she knew of. "Can you tolerate 3D?" Richard asked, thoroughly scrubbing between her toes to get all the crap out. "Never had a problem before," Caroline replied, and the bathing came to an end, and they dried her off with fluffy towels before laying her down on them to dress her. They'd obviously meticulously planned this out, and for just that reason alone, she felt like she'd chosen her friends wisely: how many other teenagers knew how to properly prepare for things? Even she didn't, not that day. She opened her mouth to receive the strapped pacifier that Susie snugly but gently put on her, once again suddenly and unpleasantly reminded of some of the less savory things she'd found while researching the kink, but this sure as hell wasn't diaper punishment. Diaper reward, maybe? Diaper vacation. The mittens were actually surprisingly comfortable, especially after the day she'd had, and Caroline figured out how the booties worked as soon as they put them on her. They attached the reins backwards after swiftly discovering that the front straps didn't work with her breasts too well, Susie untying and re-tying the ribbon in a trice, and once the rest of it was on, Susie gently lowered the noise-canceling headphones onto her head right after Richard attached the VR headset. Caroline stiffened a bit, realizing that they really did plan on keeping her blind and deaf, expecting a vague something that wasn't coming, and her thoughts lurched again, this time to the concept of trust exercises, which one of her co- workers - or had that been a teacher? - had told her about and she'd never seen in person. She'd been a little creeped out by the concept, but these two probably would be too - a reassuring thought - and she actually trusted them. But, God, if her co-workers could see her now...! Being the only girl in a shop full of men had its obvious problems, even if her father had been very, very clear that anyone who tried anything was a goner, and Caroline would never tell anyone about her instantaneous, half-formed fantasy of being pushed by her friends in a stroller, dressed just the way she was, and shown off to everyone. Just one glimpse of her this way would fill a couple of their spank banks for the rest of their lives. She just wondered how Leslie and Zoe were going to handle this. Even before Zoe guided her to the couch, Leslie knew for a fact that she was hiding something from her. Zoe had been uncharacteristically quiet over text, and she'd been visibly thinking about something as Caroline had gone up the stairs. "Zoe, if there's something you're not telling me, it'll be okay if you do," she said. Zoe almost puked from the sudden hit of stress. Right there it was. She could lie to her mother like it was nothing, wasn't even really thinking about it with Richard and Susie, but apparently she was just physically incapable of keeping things from Leslie. She considered making something up and discarded it. The idea of just not telling her, of pretending everything was fine, flitted through her mind, but it'd hurt worse and she knew it. Fuck, she was actually going to have to tell her, right out of the gate, she couldn't even hold her thoughts for a week. "Fuck... all right. Come on. Into the other room." Unwilling to even give anyone else the chance to overhear anything, she gestured to a small home-office that Susie's father used when he was home, and she pushed over the swivel-chair so Leslie could sit down. "Shit, where do I even start..." "Is this about me?" Leslie asked, reading Zoe's face. "Yes... it's about us. This is so hard to say... okay, look. It's like Vegas, whatever happens here stays here, do not start talking to your parents about this. I know, you can trust them, but not this. Seriously." "All right," Leslie agreed. "Yesterday, I watched Susie give Ricky a spanking," she said. "Not a real, like, serious one, you know what I'm talking about, right?" Leslie nodded slowly. She did understand, she definitely knew of the idea, but just the word was bringing back things she'd rather leave buried. "She was whapping him with a spatula, and they were both getting off on it, and I was just watching this, and I was just, like..." How could she even say that part out loud? Fortunately, she didn't have to. "It was a kinky thing. And you were thinking about doing it with me," Leslie understood. "Yes! It's this erotic activity that I wanted to share with you but I wouldn't want to do it while your body's all messed up like that!" It was all coming out in a rush, and Zoe decided that it was best just to admit everything at once. "And I like taking care of you, too, even changing your diapers, but I don't want to turn it into this weird fetish thing because you don't have a choice!" Zoe realized that she was crying a bit, and looked at her girlfriend's face. Leslie's expression was simply disappointment. "Zoe, you keep on telling me how I'm not a burden, that this is just a physical problem, and you promised you'd share everything with me, no matter what it was, if it's stuff about us," Leslie sadly said, her temper rising for reasons she couldn't explain. That promise had been made multiple times over the past few months. "You could have just told me! I always kind of thought you did, I would have gotten it, it would have been fine, but you broke our promise!" Zoe had meant that promise when she said it, but she hadn't been thinking that it would include things like this. "I wanted to keep it, I just thought you'd be really hurt if I told you!" This conversation was not supposed to happen, and Zoe had no idea how to fix things now that it was happening. "Not being told hurts worse!" Leslie yelled, but she simply didn't have the power to yell loudly. Her face was mixed up in conflicting emotions, and she was starting to cry as well, feeling betrayed. Zoe wasn't supposed to be like that to her, Zoe wasn't supposed to pity her or treat her like someone who couldn't care for herself. Leslie was the older and more mature one, despite looking like a prepubescent, and even her girlfriend hadn't fully internalized that fact. It was so frustrating, and in a burst of insight, she found the perfect way to deal with it. "Go get that spatula," she ordered Zoe in a very unfamiliar tone. "Right now." Knowing full well what Leslie planned on doing with it and deciding that this was among the least bad of the things that might have happened, Zoe obediently retrieved the spatula, and handed it to her hilt-first. "Pants down, over my legs," Leslie instructed her, and Zoe quietly did so. Leslie smirked evilly, feeling like she had a free chance to be the bad guy for once, to be the one causing the hurt instead of taking it. After all, Zoe had just said that she wanted to do this, and so it was with pure irony that Leslie began to do it. With repeated smacks of varying strength, she took out her anger on Zoe, not just for feeling betrayed but for all the combined frustrations of being a fucking invalid, for her shithead birth parents who treated her like dog vomit and even for her adoptive parents, who were simply too kind, so cloyingly nice to a broken girl like her, for the daily feeling of needing to wait every single day to have a shot at being healed, of not being stuck like this, and if it weren't for that girly-boy brother of hers... and with that thought, she stopped and looked at what she had done, at the red marks she'd left. She hadn't even been thinking about what she was doing, not really. It had been just pure catharsis, a moment of anger and an opportunity to act on it. Had she really just done that to her girlfriend? "Oh, God, Zoe, I'm so, so sorry..." For the first time, she found herself glad that she lacked muscle, and that thought set off the built-up tears. "It's okay," Zoe said, gently extricating herself from Leslie's lap, pulling her pants back up, and giving her girlfriend a very awkward hug. "It's all okay. You didn't hurt me, Leslie." She couldn't have, she wasn't physically strong enough, that was the whole problem, but Zoe really did not want to say that just then. Leslie's spanks had ranged from something that Susie had given Richard to a barely-there tap. There was some lingering pain from the spatula scraping against her skin with some poorly formed strikes, but the emotional pain, for both of them, was far, far greater, and Leslie's only answer was a few sobbing coughs. "I even said that I wanted to experience it." "I know," Leslie said through her sobs. "And I never, ever want to do this again." The unfamiliar voice she'd used had been the same tone as her birth father, a voice she didn't think she'd ever actually hear again. Strength or no strength, actual hurt or none, she could never let herself fall that far ever again and desperately wanted to roll back time to before she had done it. What happens there stays there, indeed. Under no circumstances would she ever tell her parents about anything remotely like this. "Then we won't," Zoe replied. It might be right for Richard and Susie, but it was definitely not right for them. "Are you still mad at me?" She'd completely lashed out at Zoe, who had simply tried her best to keep things from becoming extremely awkward, but Zoe was asking her if she was mad instead? It was too much, and she just hugged her girlfriend as hard as she could with her deteriorated body, cursing herself for being so, so stupid. "Come on, let's go to the couch, it's softer." Zoe helped get Leslie on her feet, as she always did, and held her all the way there. Leslie didn't say anything, she didn't want to say anything. She didn't trust herself to talk. She noticed that the spatula was still in her hand and sharply tossed it onto the table, her emotions sending her down a slope. If Zoe wasn't there, holding her, she might have broken down tompletely. Memories blazed through her head, of her birth father insinuating that she'd somehow given herself Duchenne's and had no right to have it as a girl, her birth mother calling her a struggle. That was the word she always used. Leslie was a 'struggle' to her. She thought she'd gotten over this, especially after Richard had put them where they belonged, but she didn't know when she would truly be over it. "Please don't break up with me, Zoe, I didn't mean it..." she begged, and the worst part was that it was a lie. She had definitely meant it. Zoe was alarmed at Leslie's emotional collapse. "Leslie, you're taking this way too hard, you really didn't hurt me. It's okay. I don't want to break up with you." Leslie just nodded and they sat there in silence for an indeterminate amount of time, Leslie resting her head against Zoe's shoulder, feeling like complete shit. "I didn't even finish telling you everything," Zoe said to break the silence. "She really put him in some... it's not like hardcore real bondage, but he had these headphones and the VR goggles on, and he had these mittens and booties, and of course a dress, it was actually kind of cute..." The upstairs door opened, and the girls on the couch turned to see who was coming down the stairs. Leslie didn't even understand what she was looking at right away. "He was like that. He was exactly like that," she said, as Susie and Richard gently guided Caroline down the stairs butt-first. They'd actually gotten her, the tough girl, the car girl, to do this! "I've gotta know, what'd you say to her?" "We simply offered, that's all." Susie said, a bit imperiously. "She's clearly not the only one interested in experiencing new things." The spatula was visible on the table, and it was very, very obvious that Zoe and Leslie had just had some kind of seriously emotional moment. Neither Richard nor Susie was going to pry. For Zoe, mortification blew in and out like the breeze. In a normal place, with normal friends, having clearly just undergone a spanking session with her girlfriend and having everyone know it would have been never-live-it-down embarrassing, but her brother and his princess were just such completely kinky fuckers that this barely even registered. Abruptly, despite her still slightly stinging right butt cheek, she laughed out loud, and Leslie started laughing as well. Leslie's laughing stopped well before Zoe's did. "Seriously, you're not bribing her or something?" Susie grinned. "In a way, this is the bribe. It's like I told Zoe when I was doing this with Ricky," she explained patiently. "We aren't doing anything to her, we're doing things for her." "She was totally worn out," Richard said, and Leslie nodded. "If she taps on something three times or says 'boondoggle', it means she wants out, and don't ever mention this again later unless she does." Both of them understood. "Leslie, would you please keep her company?" Susie asked, handing her the microphone. "You can hold down the button to talk to her." "Okay," she replied nervously, agreeing more because she didn't want to disappoint Zoe than anything else. This didn't make sense to her. Caroline had declined her invitation of being her diaper buddy when she'd first asked months ago. Now, she was wearing a very thick one. Her friends helped her scoot over and helped Caroline crawl onto the couch, where she blindly, slowly felt around with her padded mittens and put her head onto Leslie's lap, uncomfortably reminding her of her own diaper. "Zoe, would you please help us make dinner? Five's going to be a lot," Susie continued. "Sure thing," Zoe replied, and gently blew Leslie a kiss before going to the kitchen with the other two. Leslie looked up sharply as Zoe picked up the spatula. Oh, right, she was actually going to use it to cook. Caroline's head was still on her lap, and even with the pacifier in, Leslie could tell that she looked calm. Still, though... "Caroline, are you really okay with this?" Leslie nervously asked into the microphone, and she even felt the older girl nodding. All right, then. Zoe hadn't freaked out, this was something that Susie and Richard did together, Caroline seemed content, she was the only one feeling weird about it. Whiskers caught her attention, jumping up onto the arm of the couch, and she petted the cat while idly stroking Caroline's hair, closing her own eyes - the crying had made them tired - and suddenly understanding why they'd asked her to look after Caroline. Not having anyone around while you were helpless and couldn't hear or see would have completely terrified Leslie, at least, and as her illness and her birth parents had gradually gotten worse, she'd started developing a serious fear of the dark and had quietly cried herself to sleep more than once. There would be no more of that. It was her birth parents' turn to cry themselves to sleep, and she visualized them in dank cells sleeping on concrete bunks with threadbare blankets. She shook her head. It wasn't right to be thinking about such things when she had Caroline resting her head on her lap. Susie's voice was commanding as usual. "Okay, we're good with just us for now. Ricky, go torrent the 4K version on my computer and the 3D on my laptop, then wash Caroline's clothes. Not with anything else. Use a full load of soap and turn on extra rinse." Leslie smiled a bit on overhearing that. They were filthy and probably contaminated with God knew what. "Yes, Your Highness," Richard eagerly replied with a dainty curtsy before realizing his mistake - Leslie hadn't been in on that particular bit, and the girl giggled a bit on hearing it from the other room. But who cared, really? They were all in on everything by that point. He stopped by the couch. "Is she comfortable?" "Yeah." She was definitely that, if nothing else. "Are you comfortable?" he asked, trying to sound as mature and adult as possible. "I'm fine. Thanks for asking," she said, smiling for the first time in a while. "Actually... never mind. When you're done." Richard gave her a curtsy as well and minced upstairs in his heels to get the torrents started - easy for him - and retrieve Caroline's clothes. Caroline had found a comfortable place to rest her head on Leslie's lap, facing upwards, suckling on her pacifier gently. She didn't think she'd ever really get used to that, but it didn't feel bad in her mouth, just a little awkward. She wondered how long they planned on keeping her this way, but that was dumb, she'd given them the answer. She smelled the cooking beef and smiled behind her pacifier, immediately realizing that they planned on feeding her what she'd brought over. The night's entertainment was the movie she'd picked out, and then they'd send little baby Caroline upstairs for an early bedtime because she needed to get up early, but she didn't want to think about getting up in the morning. Instead, she mused on how she'd been doing quite a lot for her friends and then they'd up and flipped it. It wasn't just that they were doing it, it was the fact that she could spend a whole night like this and literally nothing bad would happen to her. She was actually, completely, safe in their hands. With any other group of people, this would all be life-endingly humiliating, a feeling that was palpable by its absence. Here, there were no repercussions and everyone was in on the joke. Cripes, had she seriously lucked into them, a group of people that could dare her to do something like this and there wouldn't be any problems for taking it? Fuck, she'd drive them to the moon if they wanted. She relaxed there on Leslie's lap, smelling star anise and other spices, and after a while she was nudged to sit up for a while before laying back down on Leslie's lap. What was different? Oh, right, they'd taken her leg braces off, those must be uncomfortable to sit in for long periods of time. They weren't doing much for her anymore anyway, and Caroline really hoped that the treatment would work, because the way things were going, Leslie wouldn't be able to walk at all in a few months. Caroline's mind was still tired and disordered, and she thought about how the treatment was almost canceled, and then she figured that the scariest part about Richard's Jedi shit was that he could just reach into an ugly situation and pull out the broken part, like a mechanic, and that led to her daydreaming mind going over all the work she'd had to do that day. As she'd expected, she was pulled off Leslie's lap again, and then after a minute or so, she was gently pushed into a crawling position into the living room and then Whiskers started licking her face. Richard's voice was clear on the microphone: "He did the same thing to me!" Caroline laughed, and she was helped up to the chair. Someone unstrapped her pacifier and she eagerly opened her mouth to be fed. She had absolutely no idea what she was eating, except that it was made with rice, onions, and beef. She definitely tasted star anise. The spoon left her mouth just so, and she was certain who had done it. "That was Ricky," she said. "Correct," Susie said into the microphone. Caroline kept on guessing who was feeding her. Leslie was easy - too easy. Zoe and Susie were indistinguishable. Richard was notable for the way that he very carefully tried to put the spoon in without touching her teeth. She guessed Leslie once but it turned out to be Richard, intentionally making it feel like Leslie's hand was guiding it. And then Caroline made a drinking motion with her mitten and someone helpfully put a straw to her lips. Wait, was that some sort of Persian chocolate concoction? It was deliciously rich, and she nearly downed the whole cup in one long guzzle. They kept giving her more of it, because she obviously enjoyed it so much, and then they buckled her pacifier back in and she suckled on it experimentally, feeling like there was something else going on. The water flowing into her mouth came as a bit of a surprise, but she drank her fill before they detached it. She was guided to the floor again, and suddenly she felt a weight on her back. Oh. Of course. Why would they carry Leslie when Caroline could give her a perfectly good piggy-back ride? It occurred to Caroline that they were certainly talking about her, making amused comments and probably saying how sweet she looked carrying Leslie around (she could tell that Leslie was the one tugging on her reins, encouraging her to crawl back to the couch). She was helped up onto the couch again, lying face-up on all four of them, Susie at her head and Leslie at her feet. The movie started up, much like she'd expected it would, and she nodded when Susie asked if everything was working. 'Helplessly babified' would probably not have been her preferred method of movie watching, but it worked very well, the exact opposite of what she had gone through the first time, as absolutely nothing outside herself was going to distract her. She was wondering if the others might be watching or doing something completely different, but a little ways in, she was very sure that was not the case; the people she was laying on reacted at the tense moments in the film, although they did have to get up to do something in the middle of it. A gurgling in her guts - the result of the junk food she'd had earlier in the day - diverted her attention. She almost mumbled something about wanting to go to the bathroom before realizing that they had indeed babified her and she was wearing a real diaper. Hell with it. They'd signed themselves up for the other side of this. She clenched and ripped a fat, messy one straight into her diaper, unloading a powerful stream of urine along with it. Smiling behind the pacifier, most of her attention still on the movie, she let herself be guided down to the floor, feeling a towel under her. They untaped her and her genitals were exposed while she was blind and deaf, and it mattered not a single bit because she could actually trust them, and they took off her soiled diaper and Susie carefully wiped her front-to-back, then the hands motioned for her to lift her hips again and a new, fresh diaper was taped underneath her, and she was gently brought back up to the couch. There was no anger nor frustration in their actions. She had just crapped herself like a baby on purpose, and it was completely okay. It didn't even interrupt the movie. It came to a close, and she was very glad to have actually watched it instead of a bunch of obnoxious children this time, and she happily crawled along as someone led her up the stairs. Wait, they were leading her back to the bathroom? Her pacifier was unbuckled, and she was told to open her mouth, but she didn't understand until she felt the toothbrush, and she laughed a bit as Susie started carefully going over her teeth. They put it back in and led her into a bedroom, not Susie's but one that one of her brothers had used way back when, and the bed was very soft and comfortable. The goggles and headphones were pulled off, and Caroline realized on seeing their smiling faces that they were about to leave her there for the night, so she started quickly tapping on her pacifier. Richard immediately undid it for her. "What's wrong?" he asked. "I won't be able to sleep with that in," she explained. "The rest is okay." The short dress was silky and the fresh diaper was surprisingly comfortable for sleep. "Good night, Mom. Good night, other Mom," she joked. "Good night, sweetheart," Susie and Richard replied at the exact same time, and then looked at each other and laughed before turning off the lights and walking out together. There were creaking noises a while afterwards, but Caroline was too tired to care and let herself fall asleep to them.