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Richard woke up with a pressure in his bladder and immediately realized why. Susie was on top of him still, the two of them cuddling in the same position they had been before, his mittened hand still around her, her weight pressing into his midsection just so. He did not even consider anything that might have woken her up; he intentionally let go into his diaper instead, a smile on his face. His toes wiggled in his booties, legs still tied to the bed, his pacifier felt wonderful in his mouth, and his mitten hugged his queen. He'd devote time to working out, to playing games, to learning technical things... but that was for later. As usual, he desired nothing else in the world than to be where he was. When it would end was her decision, not his, and she would awaken when she felt like it. For now, it was just the two of them... no, the three of them, he reminded himself. He could never let himself forget that. The Squad's sixth (and possibly seventh, maybe even eighth) member was growing inside her. He had a duty to do for that tiny prince or princess what had never been done for him. Susie woke up eventually in the summer's morning light, snuggling into her sissy husband. She could tell he was at least half-awake. "Did my baby have a good sleep?" she asked him. "Which one, Your Majesty?" he almost asked, but he was still pacified, so he just nodded and went "Mmm-hmm!" through the nipple. She giggled and booped his pacifier, her other hand reaching down to check between his legs. "You certainly did," she said with a smirk. "You went pee-pee in your diaper, just like a little baby." (Her emphasis on the word 'little' suddenly conjured two separate horrors, one of a series of alternate universes he'd seen on AO3 and the other an absolutely horrific set of stories set in an alternate dimension that any reasonable first-world polity would have thoroughly nuked. Damn it, why couldn't he get that crap out of his mind for good?) "Let's go ahead and get you changed and wiped," she said, untying his legs from the bed, pulling his unicorn jammies from him, pulling the plastic pants down and away, and undoing the cloth. "Looks like my little baby needs to be wiped," she said, taking a soft towelette and wiping him, and then paying special attention to his genitals, stroking him up and down. It actually took him a few seconds to realize that she was doing it intentionally, but his dick was smarter than he was that time, and he stiffened in her hand. "Oh my. It looks like my little baby has gotten all grown up. Let's see if we can fix that," she said, taking off her own pajamas and straddling him. All of his previous intrusive thoughts were wiped out, completely, by the sensation of her wet sex on him, their bouncing causing the wide bed to creak rhythmically. It was more than just pleasant, more than orgiastic. It was fulfilling, deeply so, the best possible experience either of them could possibly be having. Her pleasure in topping him, in dominating him, in owning him, was equal to his enjoyment of being submissive, of belonging forever to his queen. Richard finally realized just how much she needed him, as much as he needed her, after they were done, juices dripping onto the sheets, and she cuddled him closely and protectively, his mittens holding her once again. He didn't want to try to tell her her loved her through the pacifier, but he didn't need to. His hug said it for him. The only thing he really said when they were in the bath together was that he had been working out in the mornings, but she reminded him where they were going that day. And then it was toothbrushing time and time for him to do up his hair the way she liked it before she diapered him up again and he put on his pink housewife dress and heels, first serving a pleasant and fulfilling breakfast for the five of them and then doing his chores while the girls enjoyed a lazy Sunday morning, beginning with washing the baby stuff and bed linens. His kneepads were soft on the tub's surface as he diligently scrubbed away the grime before it got bad, he thought back to the time when he'd considered noping out over this and chuckled at his past self. He was doing chores for his queen, chores that needed doing, before he went outside with his queen and other friends. He was a good boy for her and she loved him for it. She trusted him with everything in her life and he trusted her with his very existence. Why would he ever have felt reluctance or fear? The place they were going that day was the Y. His diaper was replaced with swimming trunks, his heels with socks and white, flat sneakers, but his dress and pigtails stayed right where they were. (He'd asked about the rubber breasts, but she liked him little-girl cute and boy-shaped.) Four girls in T-shirts and shorts, one boy in a pretty dress, just like usual. None of them were wearing makeup on a day that burning hot, and Richard leaned his seat back and Susie pulled the dress off and undid his pigtails. No one had seen the transformation in the car, but he did notice one older man's glance in the parking lot: pure, utter envy. If he only knew! ('If they only knew' was getting to be a common thought for all five of them.) The sign on the weight room said that patrons had to be at least 14 to enter, but Richard was doing a lot of things that were forbidden to 13- year-olds and the sign didn't even slow him down. Only two other people were there, both older men, and he decided that he didn't want to look like an idiot trying to use unfamiliar equipment and went for the simple stuff: barbells, bench presses, squats, leg curls, finger grips. He did not know, nor did he care, whether curling with 50-pound barbells and benching one and a half times his own weight was normal or not. As he worked out, he imagined someone recognizing him and coming up to him; someone actually did come up to him after a while, an attendant, and Richard briefly wondered if he was going to get harangued about the age limit; instead the man simply needed Richard to move so he could wipe the seat down with disinfectant. Oh, right, COVID. But the person he'd imagined coming up to him was someone he'd never actually meet: someone who wondered why a sissy like him was putting so much effort into becoming stronger, because didn't that defeat the purpose? Richard would have told such a person that his own fetishes and desires didn't matter; only Susie's needs and wishes mattered. He had intentionally and willingly given up his right to be his own person. His purpose in life was to do what Susie needed him to do; he was convinced that men are stronger than women because the duty of men is to do things for women. To give them children, to love them, to obey them. If her command was 'Ricky, your queen does not feel like walking, pick me up and carry me,' his reply could not ever be 'Sorry, Your Majesty, I can't.' even if - especially if - she was eight months pregnant. It was in that spirit of pure devotion that he continued weightlifting until he really couldn't do it anymore without hurting himself, and he walked with sore muscles but a light heart back to the pool. Zoe and Caroline were doing their own thing, swimming along; Leslie's attention had been taken by her parents, who were sitting by the pool as she managed to stay afloat in the shallow end. Richard luxuriated doing casual backstroke laps with Susie, and they managed to hold a conversation at the same time. She asked him if anything in particular hurt, and he'd been mostly doing his arms, and she held each one, massaging them under the water. "Don't worry," she promised him gently, "You're not doing anything strenuous again today." He loved the fact that she said things like that, and they were always true. "Richard, Susie, could you come over here, please?" Willa called out a few minutes later. They could have gotten out of the pool, but Susie didn't feel like leaving it and Richard naturally followed her, so they did an easy freestyle back to the waiting group. "Before we start," Robert said quietly and formally, "Leslie, we want to tell your friends something that you might find embarrassing. Is it okay if we do this?" Zoe glanced at Richard, who looked back knowingly. Such vital words for a teenager to hear, and their own mother had never even thought to say anything like them. "It's fine," Leslie said. "Don't worry, it's fine." She couldn't keep the smirk off her face. Embarrass her? In front of them? Oh, the things her parents didn't know... "All right." He looked around, making sure no one else could hear them. "Leslie, you know that we pay careful attention to your behavior." The mere word 'behavior' immediately tripped Richard's trigger until he reminded himself who Leslie's parents were. "When you're happy, when you're sad, when you're anxious. It even comes up in text. There's a lot going on in your life right now, but your mother and I have been talking about this, and it's clear that you're much less anxious when you spend time with your friends." Richard's trigger tripped again; Robert and Willa weren't going to try to shoehorn some weird therapy thing into this, were they? Zoe smirked a bit, but she decided not to say the obvious: When are you going to start telling us things we don't know? "What we would like to do is to have you spend almost every day and every other night there, as long as everyone's okay with that," Willa said, finally turning off Richard's trigger and making him feel stupid for being so touchy. She had thought about setting this up just for the summer, but Leslie would be attending a prestigious, private online school with them. "There will still be times when we want to spend time with you, of course. Susie, is this something you could do?" "Of course, no problem," Susie said immediately, not even sure why it was a question. Leslie smiled at her, and Susie had to think about why she was smiling. She'd actually had trouble imagining a world in which she'd ever refuse, and it occurred to her that maybe she was more like Richard than she thought. "Caroline, are you okay with this?" Willa asked. "What are you even...?" Caroline started, confused. "The driving? It's nothing, don't worry about it." Leslie's parents had been there, they'd eaten breakfast with them, but they didn't understand, they could never understand even if it were explained to them in more detail than any of them ever would. "The only thing that could happen is that the work'll ramp up again. I'm turning 18 soon, going into a vo-tech school in the fall, my parents won't screw with me on this stuff." The agreement had never actually been spoken aloud, but Caroline's father was decisively treating her like an adult already and her mother had given up completely. "When is your birthday, anyway?" Richard asked. "September 11th," Caroline said. "Don't even say it, I've heard it all before." Richard tried to remember what was special about... oh, right. That was before any of them were born. "All right, then. We'd appreciate you bringing her home before seven today. Thank you, all of you," Willa said, and leaned down to give her daughter a kiss, followed shortly by her husband. The Squad was surprised that she was thanking them. Shouldn't they be the ones thanking her, for accepting her daughter's independence? The group left a while after Leslie's parents did, once Leslie said that she was starting to get tired. The day had grown even hotter; despite being still slightly damp from post-pool showers, the group hustled back to the car, Zoe practically running with Leslie's wheelchair, piling into the car that Caroline immediately got going just to turn on the air conditioning. There was a brief round of "What do you want to do?" "What did you have in mind?" that quickly progressed to "What movie do you want to watch?" to "There's nothing good out" and uncertain discussions of just what the theaters would allow during the pandemic if they were even still open, and then Leslie said that there were show-based anime movies she'd never seen, and Caroline had only seen the memes about one particular series, and Richard had very little idea what any of them were even talking about, and the decision to go back home and watch them was quickly reached. Twenty minutes later, the five of them were drinking milkshakes and watching the first two Madoka Magica movies as the air conditioning went into overdrive. Sitting on the right, dressed in light cotton pajamas with a blanket draped over her, was Leslie, her girlfriend next to her in her rainbow jammies, and the two of them matched their necklaces together. (Neither girl had ever forgotten to wear hers.) Caroline on the left was wearing a similarly light set, comfortable as the air conditioning was working its hardest, and she found herself leaning into Susie, who didn't mind a bit. They'd done a lot more than just cuddle, after all. In the center, wearing the same rainbow pajamas as his sister, a blissful smile behind his buckled pacifier as he suckled his milkshake down, was Richard. His comfortable booties were on because his queen didn't want him getting up; if he needed to pee or even poop, he'd just do it in his thick diaper and somebody would change him. His padded mittens were on because he didn't need his hands; his queen had told him that he wouldn't be doing anything. The girls had unanimously agreed that the best way to keep him from overhearing spoilers was to put the headphones on him. Zoe looked over at her brother and wondered what his headspace was like - but that was wrong. There was no such thing as 'headspace', at least not for any of them. What she had felt was simply a profound sense of relaxation, of ease, even when she had been worried sick about Leslie. If it hadn't gotten boring and stifling, she wouldn't have wanted to stop, and she knew that the same was true of both Caroline and her brother. He was still just himself, the way he wanted to be. There was just the five of them, sitting together on the couch, protected against the burning heat and everything outside, their only male member so joyfully helpless, and he considered this to be perfect and that all was right with the world. Well, until the reveals had started coming on fast and thick. Ah, Richard realized. That was what the whole Kyubey thing was about. They got through the first two movies but didn't have time for the third; instead, Susie invited Caroline to cook dinner with her. "You wanna eat my cooking?" Caroline asked with a smirk. "All right..." "I wanna try," Leslie spoke up. Susie quickly devised a system in which they wouldn't get in each other's way, giving Leslie simple tasks and getting Caroline to do things that required more moving around. Zoe, stabilizing Leslie, was very uncomfortably reminded of just how little core strength her friend really had. Movements that Zoe didn't even realize were movements - basic bends, twists, reaches - were things that Leslie still just could not do without help. She could barely even sit upright without back support; leaning over meant falling over. Still, they got it done, and Richard obediently crawled into the kitchen to be fed, fork and spoon, bite by bite, by his smiling queen. Caroline staved off all compliments by saying that she had merely followed directions, and Leslie just smiled a bit. Caroline took Leslie home as promised, Zoe and Susie put the dishes away, and Susie untied Richard's mittens so he could play video games before bedtime. (His booties stayed on, and Susie had popped his pacifier back in. He wondered what the enemies cursing him out over voice chat would say if they knew why he wasn't responding.) Zoe had to almost drag her brother and his queen out of bed the next morning; they'd stayed up late, forgetting that they had a morning appointment to keep. At least they managed to get breakfast ready before Caroline showed up. Every member of the Squad, Leslie included, intentionally avoided making any comparisons upon seeing what that day's physical therapy would consist of. It did look a lot like a bondage setup. Leslie was being harnessed to the ceiling, the tether leading to a rail above her. There was a weight sensor, and her task was to put as little weight on the harness as she could, using parallel bars and her feet instead with no other support. Leslie found it terribly humiliating, not because of the harness setup but because she was being told, in undeniable numbers, just how weak she really was. She needed an extra thirty, forty pounds of support just to stand up and shuffle along on a flat surface, even using her arms. 'Walking unassisted', she reminded herself. If she got that number down to zero without using her arms (which contributed little, anyway), she would be walking unassisted. And that was most of what that therapy consisted of: practice walking. One foot in front of the other, like a normal person, unlearning everything that had been learned with a lifetime of braces and support. It was hard and Leslie eventually ran out of steam, but Mindy was smiling and maybe even somewhat excited, and that was good enough for her. Her friends took her shopping afterwards, and this time Susie's budget felt truly limitless. It wasn't just for her, there was some cooking stuff Susie didn't have at home, and of course they wanted to check out the thrift store again and there was some computer stuff Richard wanted to pick up, but she got what she wanted: a new game, sets of matching jammies (Susie decided to get her own sets, and Caroline took surprisingly little convincing to join in), a laser pointer that she realized that she should have asked her parents for a long time ago. None of her friends was silly enough to ask why a girl who couldn't do much for herself would want it. Then they went to the supermarket; Fatima had strongly suggested that if Susie could buy her own food, she ought to be doing that, and a pair of older women utterly stared at the group. Not at the boy in the pigtails wearing pink (they all had their Team Leslie uniforms on, and Leslie had worn her own pink clothes to match them), and certainly not at the girl in the wheelchair. They were gobsmacked that they were watching teenagers talk about recipes and actually know what they were talking about. Of course, there was a cat in the house, and the first thing Leslie did with her new toy was shine it on the floor where Whiskers could see it. The cat looked at the red dot on the floor, looked at the group like 'are you fucking kidding me with this', and went back to doing cat things. Once they were done laughing, the group got set up on the couch as they were before, and Susie decided to eschew the baby bondage this time, leaving the five of them as quintuplets in unicorn-themed pajamas and pink socks. (She also eschewed the bells, although she was sort of tempted. It would have distracted from the theme of the final Madoka movie.) They continued in the same vein as the days passed. They did many variants of the same things, but there wasn't very much that was actually new; there was just the lazy and hot days, the cuddling under blankets during thunderstorms, the endless electronic amusements, the skywatching under a good layer of mosquito netting. The only things the group didn't do together were things Leslie couldn't do yet. The water and amusement parks were closed for the pandemic anyway and even the traveling carnival wasn't showing up that year, but the frolfing courses were still wide open and they made regular use of the lake, Richard's pretty dress flapping against the wind. Richard had expected to watch Leslie's numbers go up, but instead the group was watching a number go down. There were lots of other numbers, of course, some of them relating to that sneaky, vile rhabdo and others to more positive metrics, but they were all watching the 'pounds supported' number gradually tick down, an average of a pound or two a day, which the teenagers found annoyingly slow and the adults were ready to break out the champagne over. Caroline had pointed out that Dr. Sinchurch looked like he was about to start breakdancing, and none of them disagreed. Zoe had her own metric: she could hear Leslie improving. Zoe asserted that Leslie's breathing was different, not just her voice, and no one questioned her on that. "You're sounding less and less sick," she told Leslie very seriously, and Leslie suddenly blanked before hugging Zoe as hard as she could. This was right in front of the other Squad members, but none of them would have even considered interrupting their moment. Leslie had another metric she wanted to get to zero: times she couldn't make it to the bathroom. That one had, thank God, dropped precipitously, although she was still wearing diapers on long trips a week after she'd started the rail tests. An unaligned observer - if anyone would have been allowed to consistently watch them - might have surely noted that five teenagers living more or less in one another's pockets would get on each other's nerves in some way, or say something seriously hurtful, or some other seriously friendship-challenging event worse than some S&M gone mildly wrong. It never happened because all five of them were either terrified of it or adamant that such a thing should not happen. Caroline was not going to risk losing what she felt was the first group of people she felt comfortable around. Zoe was not going to risk her relationship with Leslie, ever. Susie was not going to cheese off her friends. Richard held back absolutely everything in his darker nature that would have done a thing like that. And Leslie needed them, really needed them; when she was with her friends, all the bad memories just weren't important anymore. The only obstacles in Leslie's path were physical, literal ones that Mindy had put there. Blocks of styrofoam in weird shapes, piled up one on another, intentionally difficult to navigate, forcing her to use muscles she didn't use a lot to keep her balance. The first time had been seriously painful, she'd yanked some bad muscle and had to switch to easier activities, but the second time and afterwards were tolerable. Susie, given access to an unmonitored credit card with a ridiculous monthly limit, had decided that it really wasn't fair that only one of them should be babied at a time. She couldn't get any more sets like the one Richard often wore - those people really were out of business - but she found comparable products on Etsy and it wasn't terribly hard to get them to prioritize her custom designs by waving money in their faces. A few days later, an unmarked box was delivered - by the Post Office, no less - and Susie decided to babify brother and sister on a night when it was just the three of them. Giggling carelessly behind his pacifier, happily playing patty-cake with Zoe, her mittens fluffing against his as they sat on the floor in their cute pajamas with Susie watching over them, Richard reflected on how much of a favor it actually was. When done between people who actually love and trust each other, the caretaker is the one taking up the extra responsibilities; the caretakees are the ones receiving all the comfortable coddling. They didn't need to worry about anything, didn't have any responsibilities at all. All Richard had to do was giggle, smile, look cute, and play childish games with his identically dressed big sister. He'd done his chores and both of them were all studied and video gamed out. Their world was reduced to baby toys, silly activities, and snuggling until bedtime. There was a slight bit of drama a week and a half after Leslie had started counting down her numbers. Caroline had come over to pick them up for Leslie's physical therapy, as usual, but her hand was on her forehead and "I am so sorry" were the first words out of her mouth. She explained, hesitatingly, that she had gotten her acceptance letter from the trade school, which wasn't a big deal, but her mother had asked sharp questions about her future, things that Caroline had thought her mother had already known the answers to, and somehow that had devolved into a bunch of screaming about education and why the hell she was getting a GED instead of a diploma. Her father had tried to calm her mother down, but the woman had been irate at him, too, yelling at him about money (the pandemic really had crippled the business after the initial wave of orders - the famine after the feast had been terribly famine-y) and he'd been all too passive for Caroline's taste. Eventually, Caroline's mother had pointed at her and said that, if that's the future she chose for herself, she'd be out of the house the very day she turned 18; before her father could argue, "I told her I had somewhere to go, so it was fine with me," Caroline finished. It had been out of her mouth before she'd really thought about it, and both her parents had been shocked, her father less than her mother. She expected her friends to reply with 'You told her what?!' and 'Without even asking us?' "Take the other room next to ours," Susie casually said instead. "You might want to start moving stuff over now just to make sure she doesn't mess with it," Richard added. "No, don't worry, she's not going to do that," Caroline said, trying to process their lack of reaction. "You living here will make things so much easier," Zoe pointed out, and then suddenly, nervously laughed. "Sorry, I know it's the whole chauffeur thing." She shook her head in silent apology - she didn't want to have to keep using her friend as her driver but didn't have much choice. "That'll only last for a month after you're 18, though," Susie added. "My birthday's October fifth, I'm getting my license like right then, and Dad's buying me a mom car. Some big SUV." Caroline blinked and then started laughing. How had she forgotten who and what her friends really were? They didn't actually have a problem with her suddenly just deciding she was moving in, because of course they didn't. Why would they? They were more worried about inconveniencing and using her for something she didn't have a problem with. She drove them to the lake that day, and Richard drove the boat. Leslie's number finally did hit zero, sooner than expected. She was still supporting herself, gripping the parallel bars with her arms and legs locked stiff, but she was holding herself upright without assistance. The clapping was loud and heavy, but that zero didn't mean she didn't need support; all it meant was that she was barely able to lift her own weight for a moment. Actually walking was harder, and she had no stamina; every single unsupported step she took was the equivalent of Richard benching his max. Mindy had to call it that day because Leslie was simply trying too hard and was probably going to injure herself. Leslie was actually urged to stay at the hospital, but Mindy let her go under the condition that she wouldn't try to do anything that day until her evening therapy. "Sorry, everyone," Leslie said, in a much stronger voice than she'd had weeks prior. "I shouldn't have gotten so worked up about the zero thing." "It's fine," Susie replied. "If we're staying home, I've actually got a schedule I want to try. This one's just for me. And Ricky." The girls giggled, Richard giggling along with them, expecting another day of him being cutely helpless as the girls watched over him. They got home, the girls still chuckling a little bit as Susie led him upstairs. Leslie had brought her PS4 over the previous week. The deal that her parents had made with the group was still on, and the group wondered why she hadn't brought it over even earlier. She plugged in Dragon Quest 11 and her friends watched her play, occasionally glancing up the stairs and chuckling, and they wondered if she was going to bring him down right away or after the two of them had enjoyed each other a little more intimately. It was to their complete surprise, then, that Richard was the one on his feet. He was wearing a long, pink, matronly dress that reached down to his ankles, his belled socks jingling with every step. He wasn't wearing heels, because they wouldn't have been safe to wear carrying Susie. She was completely and thoroughly babified, mittens on her hands and pacifier strapped in her mouth, booties on her feet, a light purple and very childish dress on her body that hid her thick diaper. The goggles and headphones were on her, so all she had for sensations were Richard's touch, and he held her close as he carried her down the stairs. He was just glad the dress hid his thundering erection. He should have known that she'd ask for this at some point, that the day would come when she wanted to be the one being taken care of, and binding her this way had made him feel things and given him ideas. But it didn't matter what he wanted to do. When she babified him, she set the schedule and she was in charge. When he babified her, he did it according to her schedule and she was in charge. Her control over him was so perfect, so complete, that she could directly tell him to take care of her when she was completely helpless, and he would do it to the letter, no matter what. Zoe was surprised but figured she probably shouldn't have been. This was her thing, too; of course she'd want to do it for herself. Leslie smiled widely, not wanting to say anything because Susie couldn't hear it. "It's finally her turn," Caroline said. "It is. She said she wants to watch what you're watching, this counts," Richard said, syncing up the headphones and the goggles to the TV and confirming that everything was working. "I'll be looking after her all day today." He set her down on the couch next to him and hugged her as they watched Leslie play. Of course, none of the other girls could really resist playing with the new baby in their midst, gently brushing her hair repeatedly, snuggling her from the other side of Richard, and tickling her under the armpits once. "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the cutest little baby of them all?" Caroline asked sweetly into the microphone, and the group was delighted when Susie pointed her mitten at herself. "As soon as I'm just a little bit better, I want to do the princess thing, and then I want to do the caregiver thing," Leslie said. "Thought you said you were done with diapers," Caroline said. "I mean giving it, I still don't want to receive it," Leslie said. "Just the baby stuff. No spankings," she said firmly. "Not even harsh tickling." "Not even harsh tickling?" Zoe asked, a bit disappointed. "Well, okay, if you insist!" Leslie replied, and Richard realized that she had set that up, and Zoe certainly knew she did, walking right into it just to enjoy being tickled by her girlfriend, there on the couch. Leslie was bending and twisting in ways that she hadn't been able to for years, and it didn't even hurt. Lunch was delicious fruity shakes, and Richard hooked up Susie's to her pacifier. There was a brief scare in which some apparently went down the wrong way, but Susie brushed his hand away from the back of her pacifier and swallowed properly. Richard waited until she was done and then patted her on the back to burp her, causing the other girls to giggle, and they laughed even harder when she actually burped. Susie had 'Play on laptop' listed on her schedule for several hours, so Richard pulled off the goggles and the mittens; the headphones remained, and Susie hooked them up herself to play light, soft music as she read some of her favorite stories. Half an hour of 'Be cuddled' was in the middle of that, and it was a chore Richard readily accepted. Dinner came next, and this was the only time he left her alone, putting her on the couch with Leslie so that he could go cook. There were two final elements to the schedule that Richard was looking forward to, as he said at the dinner table. The very last one was a bath, and when he told the group that, they erupted into giggle fits - they all knew what the what the penultimate one was, the thing that Richard and Susie often did before baths. (Zoe and Leslie were starting to pick up the same habit as well.) Once he had finished spoonfeeding her dinner, he carried her back upstairs, the group looking at the two of them with smirks, and took off his dress, socks, and regular male underwear. He pulled down her diaper cover, undid her wet diaper, and carefully wiped her. He then gently lowered his head down there, licking and kissing, tasting her wetness, his tongue softly lapping at her clit as she gently shuddered. And then he entered her, slowly at first, holding his babified queen as he started to thrust in and out, and she moaned behind her pacifier and wrapped her mittens around him. He embraced her, her growing breasts soft against his chest as his thrusts grew harder, refusing to prematurely ejaculate through sheer force of will. The two of them stayed like that, hugging and loving and having deep, moaning sex, for a good half hour before he finally erupted inside her. He gently took off the goggles and headphones, unbuckling the pacifier. "Was everything to your satisfaction, Your Majesty?" he asked, smiling. She smiled up at him, laughing a bit, coming down from the sexual high. "It certainly was, Ricky. It really, really was." She giggled a little bit more, trying to summon her dominant attitude back up. "Now release your queen and get the wash started before bathtime." Everything they had been wearing had quickly become a sticky mess, mostly from sweat. "Did you enjoy taking care of me?" "I did, Your Majesty," he said, smiling as he undid her mittens. "I'd love to do it again." "Don't worry, you'll definitely be taking care of me more, especially seven, eight months from now," she told him seriously. He did not need to think hard to figure out why. Susie would be very pregnant over the winter and early spring. "And then we'll have someone else to take care of." "We certainly will, Your Majesty," Richard said, kissing her feet gently as he took off her booties. Relaxing in the bath with her, holding her close in bed, he had nearly forgotten there was such a thing as evil in the world.