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The following is a preview of my new Patreon Exclsuive story. The full 8,400+ word story is available right now on my Patreon along with 40 other stories ONLY available on Patreon. If you would like to see more of this story or wish to support my writing I would be very grateful if you would take a look at my page. The money helps me pay the mortgage, keep the lights on and keeps me writing! :) https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- After the disaster at school (See previous Danny story) Danny is sent home early and given the next day off. That day off seems like a portent of the future, an idea of the life Danny might be looking at once school finishes. Needless to say it isn't a day Danny much enjoys and it is made worse when disaster strikes... --- “Come on.” Nanny said as she patted the seat, “You can sit on this whilst I help Rebecca get ready for school.” Danny waddled forwards. He didn’t want to get on the rocking horse, he would’ve much preferred being put in his

Sam is on the plane but this is just the start for her. Jess seems obsessed with making sure they keep the charade up and Sam kind of has to go along for the ride. --- As ever I am extremely thankful to my patrons who allow me to write as much as I do :) If you have a little spare money and would like to support me and help me pay the bills then please do consider having a look at my Patreon page. I post an update every 4-5 days and patrons get access to everything I write one week before the rest of the world. Also, for $10 a month you can get access to Patreon exclusive stories! I have 40 STORIES AVAILABLE FOR $10 patrons that you can read right away with more posted regularly! https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Jess put Sam down in the chair and the short woman was stunned by how big the seat was. She thought they could sit next to each other quite comfortably here. Jess put her carry-on luggage in the compartment above the seats and Sam was sitting back in the chair when she

DISCLAIMER: This story will contain diaper usage, public humiliation, unpotty training, masturbation/diaper sex, WAM, diaper filling, and other ABDL themes. ============================== Ashley sat in her English 204 class, trying to focus on the professor's droning voice as he dissected yet another classic novel. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a harsh glow on the room and its occupants. Her mind wandered, her hazel eyes darting to the clock on the wall, willing the hands to move faster. As Ashley shifted in her seat, there was an almost inaudible crinkle from beneath her skirt. She felt like her cheeks were on fire, panic rising in her chest. She couldn't help herself; she had decided to wear a diaper to class again, even after almost getting caught by her classmate Isabelle the day before. "Anyone have any thoughts on the symbolism in chapter three?" the professor asked, his voice a dull monotone. A few students offered half-hearted responses, but

ABDL themes and content. ------ Wiping the sweat from her brow, Alice sat on her bed, it was a miracle to be accepted at ABU, Acadia Bay University, mid semester. She was at the state campus but a problematic professor and support staff made that untenable. With the time crunch she was roomed with someone, but no formal introduction had been made. A few texts with "BB" at least established that her roommate was a woman and aware of the special circumstances. Looking at BB's half of the room had Alice's wheels spinning. Firstly the bed was overloaded with stuffed animals, the entire pastel hue had representation. The bedspread that managed to peek out was quintessential girly pink. Alice looked at the muted grey of her comforter. She wished she had the nerve to be so expressive. Not that she wasn't feminine, the truth felt so much more shameful. She was ABDL, adult baby diaper lover, wishing she could regress into a naughty little girl, rubbing her princess parts in a diaper covered in rainbows and unicorns. College was supposed to be the perfect space to dip her toes in living the fantasy, everyone exploring themselves, reinventing, finding your people. But Alice couldn't work up the nerve to take that first step, even just picking up drugstore diapers, with the stress of being outted and keeping up with the college work load. But seeing the stuffed animal shrine, maybe BB would fine with age play? Right now though, Alice needed a shower, running in with the moving truck and offloading everything, a shower was a much higher, practical, priority that could be achieved. She had her box labeled "bath", with shower slippers and a caddy. But which box had towels? 'Damn it...' Alice thought as she got on her knees and started poking around at the boxes in the closet. "Have a good nap Baby, see you after Chem!" Called out a voice in the hall, the door flinging open. Alice turned to look, and nearly broke her jaw on the floor. 'Baby' was a petite blonde haired, blue eyed, cutie with dimples. She had on bunny slippers, a pink babydoll dress, a bib that said "I'm an om-nom-nom-o-suar", a big blatant diaper with alphabet blocks dotted around the landing strip. She clapped excitedly seeing Alice. "Woomie! Ah ish bb! Oh sho fun!" She lisped around a big pink pacifier. Alice managed to collect herself and stand up, "Um, uh...Alice. So you're BB?" She spat the pacifier out, leaving it dangle on a strap, "Baby, BB, fluffer butt sometimes, but my mommy and daddy named me Lillian. But good luck saying that with a paci!" She said, falling into a fit of giggles. She immediately closed the distance and hugged Alice with enthusiasm. "I'm almost too excited to take a nap now! I wanna play with you and share secrets and tell stories. Oh! Tea party? Ginger and Ms. Bunbun have got to meet you!" The oversized toddler said, moving to her bed to pick up an orange cat and a purple bunny. Alice was too occupied trying to process what she was looking at, a full blown adult baby in the flesh. And given someone had apparently dropped her off loudly announcing "Baby", apparently everyone was fine with Lillian's whole...deal. "Actually, I just got done getting everything in, and was about to take a shower?" Alice said, unsure if that was still the plan. "Oh, yeah, it's no fun being yucky, and while I would rather stay up and play and meet with you, everyone is going to call me crabby if I don't take a nap nap. But after, you gotta come with me and meet all my friends at my afternoon playdate before dinner." The bubbly oversized baby offered. Alice nodded and still in disbelief took a step to the door with her slippers and caddy before stopping. "Um, my clothes aren't all sorted yet, would you be fine lending me a towel?" "Oh! Ducky! Yes yes yes." Lillian offered, opening her closet, hanging on the door was a series of larger than life animal hooded towels. More unbelievable to Alice though, was the diaper genie just inside of the small space. Alice accepted the yellow bundle and mechanically moved down the hall. What did she just see? Was any of that real? Someone, no, her roommate was an open adult baby that apparently lived the lifestyle 24/7. Was this some miraculously accepting place that lets you fly whatever freak flag you wanted? She got into the communal showers, given the time of day it wasn't surprising that it was empty. She stripped her tank top and jeans, slipping into shower slippers. Stowing her stuff in a cubby, safe from the spray of water. She just stood under the hot water, letting the stress run off. Refreshed, she started toweling off with 'Ducky', taking a moment to look in the long mirrors with the hood on. Alice had fantasies like this, but they usually had a bigger woman, either teasing her or praising her. The showers were empty, maybe a quick rub could go unnoticed? Nope. Day one. Just use the adorable towel to dry, get dressed, and go face her roommate 'Baby'. She had on some pajama bottoms and different tank, hair wrapped up in Ducky, though the hood made the usual twist a bit irregular. She stepped out in the hall. "What even is that?" Asked a confused rando, she was black with curly hair. "Um, my roommate's towel, I just moved in..." Alice said, defensive. "Oh Baby's roommate, that makes sense, looks ridiculous on you but if nothing's unpacked. Jasmine." The woman said, continuing on her way. Alice shook the encounter off and went into her dorm. Lillian was practically buried under her stuffies, sound asleep, phone lightly playing some audiobook. With the lights off, she noticed the nightlight, stars projected on the walls and roof. She did her best to stay quiet, hanging the wet towel on the door hook. She took out a clothes box to start sorting things out, put some in a dresser and eventually hang others. She sat on her bed and looked at Lillian. The hoard of fluff, the big pacifier, Alice looked around, Lillian had to have a diaper stash, obviously Alice wasn't going to take anything, but to just look at, feel, smell, a full adult sized baby diaper. It was the stuff of her dreams. But she shouldn't dig in her roommate's stuff. Alice just laid on top of her bed and checked her phone, looking up some stories and images of women who couldn't hope to look as infantile as her new roommate. She eyed Lillian, she seemed in a deep enough sleep. A few fingers slid past her elastic waistband and ventured into her princess parts. Feeling relieved, she wiped her fingers off. Time to focus, getting into her new student email to see what messages needed to be addressed. Admin numbers, harassment outreach, class schedule, yadda yadda. She arranged her calendar and set some alarms. Suddenly mount fluff shifted. Lillian stretching and sitting up. She rubbed her eyes and looked over. She waved at Alice, "Woomie!" She said, punctuated by a yawn, somehow the pacifier staying in place. "Ish chu weady to go pwaydate wif awl me fwiends?" "Sure. Is Jasmine one?" "Chu meeded Jazzy?" Lillian asked as she extricated herself out of bed, taking time to reset her menagerie. "Yeah, she saw me with your towel and called me ridiculous." Lillian giggled, "Chu pwobaby wooked siwwy wif it. It is fo a baybee affer awl." She said, with apparently zero awareness. Lillian came over to Alice, holding up her hem. Now face to crotch with her roommate, Alice was bewildered. "Uh?" "Do ah need changies? Usuwy ah gotta wait tiw at a pwaydate but if chu hewe now den ah can be cwean affowhand." This chick was just asking to be groped by a stranger? But it was the big fluffy diapers that Alice's wet dreams were made of. She cupped the padding and squeezed. It was damp. Lillian peed in her sleep? How long did that take for her to train? "Well, it is wet, but, not much? Would you feel better changing yourself now?" Lillian raised a brow, confused, "Changies me sef?" "Yeah?" Lillian spat her pacifier out, "I can't do that. Do you know any baby that can do that?" "Well no, but what else would you do?" "Well if it was uncomfortable, I would cry, but I can't tell it's wet, so I'm fine for now." Lillian said, like that made sense, popping her paci back in. She just grabbed a backpack and offered a hand out to Alice. Alice, unsure, took it. Lillian started skipping as she lead Alice out of the dorm hall, and out onto the quad. There were so many students, and nobody was reacting to Lillian being a full hyperactive toddler. Going to student resources, past a library, Lillian brought Alice into a study room. Sitting around a table was Jasmine, a brunette, a guy with shaggy brown hair, and a more portly redhead. "Hi Baby, did you have a good nap? Who's this?" Asked the redhead. "The roommate." Jasmine announced. "Dish ish Awice an her hewe fo pwaydate wif awl of ush." Baby lisped. "Dat Jazzy, Cynfia, Bwando, en Fifi." "Jasmine." "Cynthia." "Brandon." "Fiona." They each corrected, though not deriding Lillian, really just clarifying for Alice. "Yeah, Alice." She stammered. "So a playdate?" "Study, we all have Mrs. Fuentes for English, going over themes presented in Don Quixote and how it's reception shaped thought in the time period." Amended Brandon. Everyone was getting binders, books and laptops out. Lillian's though was just a bit different to the rest. Her tablet had the thick foam protector for children as a start, and her notes were all in crayon. Alice felt a bit awkward, nobody was reacting, and of course she hadn't actually gone to any classes yet. "Well Lillian presented this as something else and-" "Who?" Asked Cynthia. Lillian waved. "Oh Baby. Right. Gosh I forgot that was your name." The brunette said, Lillian gave a giggle. "Well I'm jumping in at a weird time, haven't gone to my classes yet. So I'll leave you all be-" Lillian glommed onto Alice's arm, "No go, fwiends!" She looked over at the others, how was nobody weirded out by this fetish exhibitionist? "Baby, we are here to study, and Alice probably needs to unpack, it was very nice to meet her and we are all friends now, okay?" Asked Fiona. Lillian crossed her arms and pouted. "Din din affer?" "Yeah that'd be chill, we got this room booked for an hour, find us in the cafeteria after." Offered Brandon. "Sure, nice meeting you all. Later roomie." Alice said to Lillian, though she was still pouting. Leaving that alone Alice left. Followed by Jasmine, "Hey, quick word?" "Sure?" "I know it's a little weird going to school and having a baby in your class, most of us were from the same high school, but she gets the material, and is pretty darn cute, but this is college, she can't exactly go running to the nurse for a change, and as you are in her room, help her out with that." "Change her? Wait she was like this in highschool?" "And middle and elementary. She's a very smart baby, but still a baby. Listen, talk to her parents, you'll get the babysitter rate." So Lillian wasn't letting her freak flag fly, to apparently everyone else, she was a baby. What the fuck was happening? Jasmine considered the matter settled and went back in the study room. Alice was just stood there, processing. One foot ahead of the other, Alice started heading back to the dorm hall. Everyone, apparently including Lillian, and her parents, saw Lillian as a baby. Why did Alice see her as another adult living a fantasy fetish life?

Synopsis: ABDL subject matter in a futuristic setting, female protag. Annabeth was trying to decide what to wear on her excursion to the park, a class was being held on live figure painting, she was fresh from a sonic shower and was passing a hand over her wardrobe, images of blouses, pants, skirts, dresses, projected out from the wardrobe screen, and were being swapped around as the wardrobe registered her guestures. "No, no, not feeling that...Forecast, what's the park going to be like at 3?" She called out to nothing. The window had an overlay of the forecast, "Today will be 22 degrees, a simulated crossbreze has been scheduled to come in from the north east." Announced the forecasting AI. Sundress sounded fine, picking a purple as the base, Annabeth took some time to design a pattern. Once the outfit was confirmed, the wardrobe popped it's cover open and the customized dress was hanging on it's own. Annabeth slipped it on, at first it was baggy and billowing, as she passed her hands over it the smart fabric contracted beneath her touch to perfectly fit and support her frame, no need for a bra, she chose to not wear underwear. She left her bedroom to go into the kitchen, "Sousy? Can I get a smoothie?" She called out to the sous chef program. "Of course, sustanance or decadence?" "Would love for it to be both, but I'm heading out, calibrate it to Joy's specs." A whirring sound could be heard, and with a bright ding, a mini fridge looking device on the counter opened, a to go green smoothie was freshly synthesized and chill to the touch, ready to go. Designed around the biomedical program's suggestions, Nurse Joy was a common nick name. Annabeth grabbed a clutch, set it to her hip, and stuck it in place, the smart fabric fuzing to allow hands free carry. Sipping on the smoothie, Annabeth stepped out to enjoy the walk to the park. She was looking forward to this art class, sure any number of programs could generate art, but understanding the principles of design and form helped one appreciate the world around them. And appreciation was all there was to do. A series of ai networks and instances automated labor, space elevators connected to solar collectors supplied free and clean energy, renewable resources and recycling systems endlessly iterated to greater efficiency while mining drones collected minerals from asteroids. Computers ran the world, and people endlessly benefitted. Universal basic income was dispensed, people could pursue their passions without "survival jobs" getting in the way. Wanted to master woodworking techniques of the 15th century? Go for it. Want to swim in cream that chemically mimics dolphin pussy jelly? Set your refresher to it and go to town. Want to philosophize in a recreation of the Forum to debate truth, ideals, beauty, and virtue? Connect to the net and virtually be there with others of similar understanding but endlessly different perspectives as perfect translations occur in real time. Unlike the primitive networks of the 20th-21st centuries, the ignorant might be able to watch, but would not be able to participate. Some of the first industries revolutionized by ai were education and healthcare, adaptive learning algorithms allowed truly individual education. There was no longer age and testing based advancement, however much you wanted to pursue scholastically was available to you. A person as young as 14 could hold a 20th century equivalent of a high school diploma, and are just as mature as a 45 year old earning the same. Maturity. That is what all these various systems tracked and looked at. Are you responsible? Dependable? Empathetic to others? A personalized block chain of data floated around with one's entire history of choices that comprised an individual's MaturId. The park was active today, people jogging around on the runners path, picnic benches with couples enjoying the nice weather, and a clearing with half a dozen people seeming to be waiting. As the art class had mature content in it, anyone with a low MaturID or caring for someone with a low MaturID, with plans to go to a park would be routed to ones without content they weren't ready for, the park system's AI alerting the personal assistant program everyone has. Tapping her temple, Annabeth brought up her assistant overlay, holographic screen covering an eye, confirming time and place of the class, notify the instructor of attendance, adjust alert settings to emergency only. She said hello to the fellow students that were gathered. "Thank you all for coming, couldn't have asked for nicer weather. I hope being out to see a more natural environment will inspire as well as socially stimulate. Life drawing is a great way to connect the artist to the medium of humanity." Spoke a woman, a bit short, with hair colored a prismatic rainbow. With her was a tall man in a robe. "George here will be our muse and model, are we all ready to begin?" The instructor asked. George dropped the robe, took a wide stance, and posed with his hand shielding his brow, looking out into the middle distance. Annabeth's PA took a photo to keep handy, from her clutch, like many others, she pulled out a stylus. On holographic easels people were going through the process of distilling the nude man to render. Everyone had different styles and effects, some looking like pencil sketching, charcoal line work, oils, acrylics, one was even using their stylus as a knife to shape a hunk of material into something more 3d and statuesque. Annabeth was using pencil with plans to move to water colors. The instructor was giving space for a while before coming to consult with each student on their process and goals. That was when Annabeth heard the feedback, a brief noisy fuzz crackling in her ears before alerts were popping up on her overlay. The nude man was suddenly pixelated out, the photo reference deleted. Content not suitable for her MaturID was being filtered. The instructor was quick to go to her. "I don't understand how you registered or navigated into here, let's talk over this way." The short woman said, gently grabbing Annabeth's hand to lead her away from the class and get the model out of sightline. "My PA is going crazy, some noise just happened..." Annabeth tried to explain, disoriented by the censoring overlay. "I was registered, I sent some questions about watercoloring that you answered." "I'm sure you are very excited to learn art, but this isn't for beginners or an acceptable space for you to wander in. Do you have a guardian that can come get you?" "I don't want to go, I was looking forward to this social experience and learning opportunity." Annabeth protested. "Wait, guardian?" The instructor was waving in the air, no doubt filtering something on her AR display, tuning Annabeth out. "Image searching you isn't turning up contacts, I've sent a ticket to emergency services. Guess I'll just wait with you here. I am so embarrassed, this better not ding my record, I set the MaturID parameters in the venue booking." An alert came up in AnnaBeth's view, her personal assistant was in Avatar mode, she hadn't had that on for years. The digital being was projected as double Annabeth's height. The avatar knelt down, "Alert, you have been identified as lost, watchful eye has been triggered and I am here to keep you calm and answer any questions you might have, hun." What mode was the assistant in? The avatar had a sweet smile, a floor length dress with an apron. "What's going on, why am I being content filtered?" "Oh hun, so everyone has this record called MaturID, it tracks how you learn and grow, and helps protect you. It's a tough concept for such a little one, but that's the best I can do until you mature a bit. Just know that I am here to help you to deal with the great big world until you are prepared. Your smart fabric has been updated to be appropriate for you sweetheart. I bet that will help you feel better!" The assistant said sweetly and calm. Annabeth's purple sundress rippled, it preserved the pattern she had designed, but suddenly flattened the appearance of her breasts, the dress broke apart to form thigh high socks with a solid sole, and closed between her thighs, snaps appearing for a moment before melding into a flat surface. Annabeth was overcome with shock. She had come out to paint a nude male and appreciate art. Now she was in a toddler style onesie! To prevent naughty fingers from self liberation, the usual snap crotch would retract and fuse. If she was wearing this, she couldn't let herself out. The plunging neckline of her dress now went to cover her collarbone. She ran her hand over the onesie, still unable to believe what was happening. A hovercar with Emergency Response Services crest on the front and side entered into view, descending to the ground of the this arcology. A woman in a pale blue jumpsuit stepped out, and emerging from the trunk lid of the vehicle was a floating canister, a little larger than an American football, a track at the upper end of the device had lights racing around the perimeter. Autonomous Rescue Aid, ARA-droid. The ARA flitted over to the Digital Assistant, who stood back up to their towering 10-13 foot height, an almost inaudible exchange of chirps and dial tones were shared between them. The woman in the soft blue jumpsuit approached the art instructor. "I am here to respond to a lost infant, you logged it, thank you for your assistance in staying with the infant. Your ticket has been addressed and are no longer obligated under Duty of Care. Have a wonderful day." She announced, a wave of fingers clearly signing off on some AR report tied to the art instructor. The art instructor went back to the haze of pixels that the class had been filtered to for Annabeth. "Hello, I'm Ms. Beauregard, feel free to call me Ms. Boo if that's easier. I am a Helper, I like to help all kinds of people with their problems. May I help you? It seems like you are lost. Why don't you tell me about your day?" She said sweetly, calmly, as if talking to a child that might run if they thought they were in trouble. ARA came to hover just behind Ms. Boo, no doubt updating the woman on what the Digital Assistant had shared. "I- I-" Annabeth stammered, still feeling like a rug had been out from under her and no matter how long was given, she was still in mid-fall. "I registered for this art class and after it started the content filter went crazy and now my PA is in Avatar mode and is giant, and did an override on my dress from what Tailor made with me to this!" She started to explain, emphasizing the onesie she was now in. "That sounds very confusing to be in the middle of. If there has been service failures in your network, why don't we go to my office, and we can get to the bottom of this together?" She asked with a big smile, holding out a hand for Annabeth to accept. Service failure, sounded impossible with all artificial intelligences constantly updating, patching, communicating with the thousands of other networks, isolated programs have service failures, like any other person locked alone in a concrete box with no lights or sound for months on end, but it was the only olive branch being offered. Annabeth took the Helper's hand and was lead to the hovercar, she was put in the backseat. The bench style seat morphed around her, she sank lower, and a five point harnessed snaked over and around her to have Annabeth, comfortably, but totally restrained. "Wait, no, what?" She stammered, panicking. Ms. Boo got in front, not that there was a wheel, but the nav system operated from that seat. "Relax, we don't use the transit system service points, as an Emergency vehicle, these assist with inertia. It's what happens when you run really fast, and suddenly stop, but you feel like you are about to fall forward." She assured, explaining physics like Annabeth was some child. Maybe it wasn't a child harness for a car seat, because as the hovercar set up, Annabeth could feel herself sink into the back just a little bit. Not being in the transit lanes gave Annabeth her first view of the "15 minute Arcologies" from outside the automatic transit lanes. Clusters of domed cities in a diamond grid, traffic meant to enter and exit at specific points in the atmosphere holding force fields. 3 dimensional travel between these cities handled by program after program, each vehicle talking about start and end points, priority of cargo, reservation of space, to allow rapid transit safely between vast distances. Emergency services had straight-line override, streams of vehicles altered to allow a straight, unobtrusive path. This was the first time Annabeth saw the raw planet exterior outside of models and diagrams. Outside of the controlled weather systems, it was very chaotic, crags and rivers, unplanned and unprotected. The surface was sobering and underscored how advanced the acologies were. Flying through a field and docking into the side of an admin building, Ms. Beauregard got out and started assisting Annabeth out of the harness. Holding Annabeth's hand firmly they passed the sliding doors into an office. Beyond having a desk and file cabinet, or in actuality a local server hosting redundant archives accessible locally, just made to look like an ancient file cabinet for the symbolism, this office was filled with bean bag chairs, little activity tables, bright happy colors, a holo display of Ms. Beauregard's certification of child psychology proudly projected. Ms. Beauregard pulled her down to the floor at an activity tray, she sat on the other side. "You were at the park to paint, you are welcome to paint while we talk for a bit. I love seeing people being creative." The woman said with a smile. "This is baby stuff, you're a child psychologist..." Annabeth stammered, doing her best to find her voice and make sense of what was going on. "I help all kinds of people, not just babies, like I said, I am a Helper, and I want to help you." There was no overlay from Annabeth's assistant. The room had to be a faraday cage, no outside signals. That's why the file cabinet has to be physically present. Annabeth took a minute to collect herself. "My name is Annabeth DeLeon. I am 22 and live independently. I have 6 years of art history and appreciation and developing my technique and style. I haven't had a guardian since I was 14." Ms. Beauregard nodded as she gave Annabeth space to talk. "Well you are certainly quite the reader, why don't you help me understand what this says?" She offered, and waved a hand over the activity tray. She pulled up a complicated file that quickly filtered itself. "Annabeth DeLeon, trespassing in mature content space, initial readings of..." Annabeth's jaw dropped. This was her MaturID, but according to it, she had done nothing prior to this morning. Not being lazy and avoiding enrichment, she had no record of being alive prior to the feedback. "No this isn't right, I'm a fully grown adult, I wasn't born today, look at me, I can walk, read, talk, I have object permanence. I've lived!" "Settle, I can see that, and ARA has a copy of your MaturID being reviewed. Toubleshooting the problem. But with nothing prior, all permissions have been reset for you. I can help you go back home, if that's what you want, but do you understand the situation?" Annabeth looked away, staring at anything that wasn't this cheerful woman in front of her. No permissions. Watchful Eye was going to make all decisions for her, if no guardian was present, but even at age 3 when memories started forming, she had some permissions. What does having none really mean? She shook her head. "Until your MaturID is recovered, it will need to be rebuilt. Take the time you need to collect yourself, I will have you set as independent, but Watchful Eye will be dictating your routines and access. Just be mature and I'm sure you'll be back to the system access you had before art class." Ms. Beauregard explained as she fiddled with something, no doubt manipulating her MaturID as much as her role as emergency services allowed. "Why don't we relax here for a bit until ARA returns with a sit rep. Are you hungry?" Annabeth just nodded, not aware that Ms. Beauregard was seeing biometric data from the oversized onesie suggesting a drop in blood sugar after the adrenaline was starting to flush. A panel of the activity tray slid open, a cup of yogurt with fruit had been synthesized with a spoon. Ms. Beauregard set it out for Annabeth before getting up to go be at her desk. Annabeth took the spoon and gingerly picked up the cup. Her life has been ruined. She should throw this at that smug blue clad bitch and demand her MaturID be recovered from some back up stored somewhere. Her hand tensed. Then released. Ms. Boo had done nothing wrong, and really was just helping. Annabeth silently ate the yogurt, spoonful by spoonful. The quiet atmosphere did help her relax, the faraday let her focus a bit. She was going to go back to her apartment and deal with, hopefully temporary, access restrictions. If she was just mature about everything, everything should be fine soon.

Hello, I'm putting this in a few places to raise awareness and make sure people see it. I'm sure a lot of you are, by now, aware that Patreon is purging all ABDL accounts. It is a very disappointing thing they are doing, wreckig the livelihoods of countless ABDL creators. They are doing this with no warning and no right of appeal. Right now money is very tight. My Patreon is still alive but has taken a big hit in terms of money and could be shut down at any time. As a result I've started two new subscription services. One is at SubscribeStar and the other is at Ream. The content uploaded, rewards and prices at each of these places will be the same as it's always been. If you would like to support me these are the places to do it. Ream: https://reamstories.com/elfy SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Money is going to be very tight in the near future. If you are willing and able to support me at either of these places I will be very grateful. It's because of you that I

CW: ABDL, mental regression, reality warp Saying that Sally was distraught was an understatement. This trip to her sister's wedding had gone as wrong as possible. There was no direct flights, so as she landed at the connecting terminal, while she had a carry on with toiletries, phone charger, and neck pillow, her luggage had gone on a different flight. The unimpressed customer service representative told her it would be two days before it could go to the intended final terminal. And it was when her next booking ticket was scanned that the news went from bad to worse. Apparently there was no connecting flight, it was a fraudulent ticket, naturally her cards needed to be frozen as the theft was disputed and resolved. She only had $100 in smaller bills in her purse. The airline at least arranged for a taxi to a hotel with a complimentary room, and a gave her a bag of 'essentials', really just a toothbrush and a pair of underwear. Though thought of wearing "public" underwear made her skin crawl. Traffic was awful though. Pulling out her phone, apparently some kind of comic convention was occuring. The airport hotel, the Foster Heights hotel, apparently shared a plaza with the convention hall. 'Brilliant,' she lamented, 'Stuck in weirdo central, damn kids playing pretend up and down the halls. The room better be damn good...' She went looking into the reviews and amenities. It wasn't half bad. She called her sister, "Hey, yeah, just landed. Listen. I can't get there in time. Some fuck defrauded me. I'm trapped in this city with just the clothes on my back until my bank sorts everything out. I'm sorry. Don't say that, I'm sure something more catastrophic will loom on your special day, more than me not being there." Sally explained, offering part comfort and part sibling teasing. Obviously she didn't want anything to actually happen on her little sister's special day. The taxi pulled into the horseshoe drive, a doorman opened the door for her, "Need a trolley for your luggage?" He asked, customer service smile all wide and insincere. "None, airport refugee." Sally spat. Walking into the lobby, it already started. Various older teens, young college children, filled out the space. Some in shlubby hoodies and jeans, but more obnoxiously were the women practically wearing electrical tape and wigs, oversized robots of painted cardboard, 'resourceful' cosplayers with blinking lights and midi sounds triggered by proximity to no doubt copy some game crafted for basement dwellers. Heading straight to the concierge desk. Sally's face was a grimace of building frustrations. She slammed a packet down with the airline logo. The man at the desk, for his part, also seemed frazzled by the con crowd. Seeing Sally in a smart blouse and comfortable flats, she was a refreshing breath of normalcy, despite the aura of frustration. Taking the packet, he started plugging numbers in the system. "So sorry about your flight. Two dinner services have been comped, our restaurant will honor an entree and side, I see four drink tickets, I know the bar is busier than usual, but please avail yourself. May I see some ID?" He asked, polite, but clipped. Sally handed the only piece of plastic that had any worth. "Is there a breakfast?" "Yes, opens at 7, I recommend being earlier than our neighboring attendees. Practically fell flat on my face because of a shed tail. Here is your key card, wifi password, dial 0 to request any extra sheets, towels, pillows." He announced, handing her a small envelope. Sally went to the elevator, eager to go check the room, make arrangements if needed, and block out the prismatic crowd. Waiting on the same elevator was a...person...the dragon mask still on but the gloves off, androgynous hands not giving details away. The wings would be annoying. The doors opened and Sally was gobsmacked. A shorter woman, barely clearing 5 foot, if that, a sparkly tiara set in blonde hair tied off in childish pigtails, rosey cheeks heavy in blush, Cupid bow lipstick applied. A Japanese sailor top of white and pink stopped just barely past her bust, a lanyard with a con pass had an oversized pacifier dangling with it. In white gloves, going up to the elbow, she held an oversized baby rattle, ribbons and bells dangling. Simplified versions of the tiara dotted around the baby pink bulb. Ballet esque shoes had pink ribbon going up thigh high white stockings. But between socks and top, she wore a shiny, white, diaper with unicorn heads decorating the landing strip. This wasn't some drugstore diaper. In a high pitched voice, surely an affectation, she giggled, "Oh my sweet fans, you don't need to congregate to see me, Baby Princess Lizzy is eager to play with all my subjects! Follow me to the fields of imagination, where your inner child is safe from Queen Junko's miasma of Maturity!" The idiot girl spouted, striking a pose before running out. A few heads turned to see her bizarre display. Arranging herself around the damn wings, Sally pressed her floor, 3. The dragon person going further up, 7th. Sally fled the box. Lining the hall floors, con goers were playing card games, a cluster silently playing some handheld game. Sally felt that she was going to use all her drink ticket this evening. At least she didn't have luggage, stepping over strewn accessories, there was no space with these inconsiderate dorks. Finally at her room, Sally slammed the door, back flush to it, shutting out the shitty world she found herself trapped in. Single queen bed, phone, outlets on each side, the air a crisp ozone obliterating 65° F. The TV on but silent, showing the pre-recorded tourist video. Sally turned it off, set the airport 'essentials' bag on the desk. Despite her better judgement, she drew the shades open. Of course she was on the side that faced the convention center. This area was clearly a civic project, as the two buildings bordered a plaza, rather than a road, sculpture pieces dotted the walkways. It might have been chic or quaint at any other time of year. Here in the waning summer, early fall, a sea of young adults playing dress up as they eagerly showed off how much money they loved to through at whatever junk was being sold. Sally sat on the bed, feeling the puff of the bedding. Of the extremely shitty last 6 hours, the silent chill of solace washing over her. Taking a shower probably wouldn't hurt right now. Taking off her blouse, shimmying out of pants, she tossed her bra away and laid back on the bed. Simultaneously trapped and free. Her underwear was fresh, wearing them another day wouldn't kill her. And with how the airport lost her clothes, she wasn't trusting the hotel laundry service with anything. She got out her phone charger, plugged it in, and got up to explore the shower. Complimentary soap and shampoo, the airport sealed toothbrush and generic toothpaste, Sally took a long shower. It felt nice, but the extended stay showed that sound traveled through the pipeworks. The cloding stomps of overgrown children could be heard, and depending on how close, even felt. Cutting the steamy sauna off, Sally took a fluffy towel to twist on her head, another to dry her body. It wasn't much, but it was relieving. Finding a robe, she traded up, and checked her phone as she waited to air dry. Weather was good, the inbox was kept free of work reminders, and photos of her family at the rehearsal dinner was filling up her social feeds. How did she fuck up so badly booking this trip to miss her little sister's wedding? Looking for noise, she turned the TV on. "And a curious sight of color, the convention hall is hosting a comic convention. Live at the festivities is Carla, having fun Carla?" Announced an anchor man, a side by side showing a Hispanic woman in a smart dress holding a microphone, the plaza was easy to recognize. She had on a big smile, "Not as much as some of the excited fans around here. You couldn't be blamed thinking it was Halloween already." That's when the weird elevator baby-woman came into frame, sucking on that pacifier. She saw the camera and waved, not swiping side to side on, a very childish open-and-close variety. Carla looked over and extended the microphone, "Having fun at the con? That's quite the costume, what are you from?" The pacifier dropped, the woman grabbed the mic. "Why I'm only the bestest hero ever! Baby Princess Lizzy, protector of ImagiNation, defender of the inner child, and dreams, always doing battle against the no fun Queen Junko!" She said in her shrill voice. "Well I think it's safe to say the inner child is safe today, back to you Howie." Carla announced. "A scheme to steal identies has hit our own local airport, infrequent flyers booking flights at too good to be true prices has their administration-" the anchor started to say before Sally turned it off. Hearing that she wasn't the only one gave slight comfort, but she didn't need a reminder of why she was stuck. Untwisting the hair towel, Sally continued to pat it as she went back to the bathroom. Airline peanuts weren't filling, she needed dinner. The hairdryer was turned on and she did the best she could to look presentable. Not that the bar was high with all the costumes filling up the lounge. Still she redressed and headed out of her sanctuary. The hall was emptier, the con must have had some event that lured them back. Sally took the elevator down, when it opened, the lounge still had people in it, but mostly people wearing a new hat or something and carrying a bag of fresh purchases. Looking the sectioned off restaurant, it was empty. A hostess stood at the front. "Konichiwa Oni-san." She said enthusiastically. Upon seeing Sally's annoyance, her posture relaxed, "Ah, not here for the con, they flip their lid when I say that nonsense. Booth or table?" "Bar actually." Sally asserted. Couldn't blame the hostess for wanting to get tipped. She was lead to the back wall. "Anthony, actual adult here." The hostess called out before leaving. The door to the back opened, out came a man in the classic vest with arm garters, carrying a few tins of cut fruit. He was tall, but slender, black hair slicked back and looking like it was held with concrete. "Hello, Anthony, I'll be your bartender this afternoon, you're ahead of the rush. What can make for you?" "Get me drunk before the kids come home." Sally said with a laugh. "Straight grain alcohol to go blind or so loaded with sugar that you can't tell what you're drinking?" Was his rejoinder. "I'm easy, gin and tonic, top shelf though." Sally gave an actual order while Anthony slipped a menu to her. "Coming right up." Anthony announced, assembling the simple drink, "So if you didn't come for the con, what brought you here?" "Ugh," Sally groaned, "Airplane scam on the way to my sister's wedding. On top of that, they lost my luggage. Now I'm in a miserable mood but forced to endure this gleeful gaggle of overgrown, overripe, children with credit cards." "Eh." Anthony shrugged, "Not saying your situation doesn't suck, because wow, that's a lot, but wallowing is a choice. It's hectic right now, but the tips are rolling and the fun is, well, infectious. Everyone dies shitting their pants, there is no reason to take life seriously." "Now that sounds reasonable, running around with tape on your nipples because some horny artist gave a woman superpowers, that's taking it all too far." "Plus that's gotta hurt when the hair gets pulled." Anothy joked, and tapped on a screen, "Anything from the kitchen?" "It's the airlines money, why not. The ribeye, lobster mac and cheese, and a turtle cheesecake." Sally said, mood improved. Commiserating with a real adult cheering her up. "One stick-it-to-them coming up." He announced, that's when a zombie boy, upsetting cheek flap hanging off and showing very detailed teeth, and a woman with a corset so tight, it had to be white vampire makeup that stopped her looking like a cherry tomato approached the end of the bar, so Anthony had to go address their orders. Sitting with her drink, Sally looked out the restaurant walkway and over at the lobby. Bunches of happy people, chatting, showing off either costumes they made or gushing about some treasure they found. Connecting with either friends or total strangers over something they both enjoyed. Maybe that's what had initially bothered Sally, she was irate and wanted the see that frustration somewhere. Not feel like she was alone. That cardboard robot that filled up a doorway came by, stopping by the undead couple, doing some kind of motion across their arms. Apparently it was code for something, zom-boy took the overly done up gauntlets off. Vamp-tramp got up and from behind the bot unhooked this and that. Taking the helmet off, a guy with shaggy brown hair was dripping with sweat, "Thanks, I didn't think of the elbows when I did made the suit!" "Awesome Defense Force Hitachi Primus though. Did you use a 3D printer?" Zom-boy asked, Anthony already had a glass of water at the ready. Apparently they were strangers, but easily got into talking shop. Her food came, the rich smell of roasted garlic and butter took Sally's attention. While the current clientele left a lot to be desired, the hotel had to have a couple stars. "Everything look okay? I should have asked how well done, they did it medium rare to be safe. Need to send it back?" Asked Anthony. "I just got a knife, try to take this away and you'll be holding a stump." Joked Sally. Anthony curled up his fingers, back of the hand facing out, to pantomime all his digits being gone, "Oh no, that's my garnish cutting hand! Woe upon meeee!" He laughed as he went to busy himself. Sally had at least three ounces of steak untouched, the mac and cheese gone, and was full. Seeing her set her knife and fork in defeat, Anthony swung by, "Ready for desert?" "Can I come back for that? I need to walk this off." "Oh yeah, I'll have it in a fridge up here, not like you'll be going anywhere." Anthony accommodated. The restaurant was starting to fill up, Sally fought the crowd to get out. The lobby had fewer people, half discarded costumes being carried as dinner plans were made. Getting into the courtyard, Sally did a double take. The plaza had modern artsy statutes earlier, didn't it? Maybe it was the higher vantage. It was easier to see now that these had to be some temporary installations, different anime women striking poses. How popular was that weird girl's show that even a diapered one was put up? "You'll never catch me!" Cried out the shrill voice of the oddity. She no longer had that baby rattle, and was holding her tiara, a laughing woman in some pastel goth outfit racing after her, either oblivious or indifferent to how high her skirt went as cherry dotted panties were flashed with each step. Sally moved down the plaza, away from the con and towards normalcy. A haze of vape smoke wafting from a corner with bench seats, "What is that flavor?" Asked a woman in a pink dragon costume, a scale pattern formed from little hearts wrapped around it, holding the head under her arm. The wing shape looked familiar to the elevator filler, but girly. "Bubblegum cotton candy, zero milligrams, I need to stop smoking, it's yucky." Responded a woman in zombie make up, not gory or gross, more like Frankenstein stitches with a corresponding patchwork dress. "Good for you! It's tough." The dragoness encouraged. "My girlfriend is really helping me out though, she's the vampire playing tag with Baby Princess Lizzy." Zom-girl pointed out. Sally looked forward and continued her walk. The bistros looked, wrong, maybe they were done up with themes given proximity to the convention center. Where in America would you ever see a cat cafe? At least the plush toy in the window made it clear there wasn't going to be actual hair. Next to it, some chic cupcakery had a banner up, declaring itself "Baby-Cakes", a rattle matching what Lizzy had been carrying this morning now serving as a logo. A semi normal French place rounded out the walking cul-de-sac, Le Petite Bebe, with breakfast and dinner covered, maybe a light lunch there would be nice. Reaching the end Sally started the walk back, only now, she was on the convention center's side of the plaza. 'They're just adults having fun, eventually we all shit ourselves...' she paraphrased the bar tender's advice. Sally kept throwing her gaze over the hotel side, had she been so focused on the buildings and statues as to not see the grassy medians filling the middle? There was even a splash pad between two of them. She felt uncomfortable seeing the small slides and spring riders. That meant children visited and right now the space was dominated with half dressed women. "I'll get you!" Laughed Baby Princess Lizzy, a full game of tag seemed to have broken out. How these young adults had the energy after a full day of walking around the con floor was a subject of some jealousy. Hopefully the yells and shouts would stop at a reasonable time. A woman in a graphic onesie, "My other life is a dragon" with anime art, little tail and wings, was hiding behind the furthest of the four Baby Princess statues, the one with the knee popped up and battle rattle held forward. Dashing past was vamp-tramp, with little batwings on her onesie, bib declaring "It's just juice!!" With a red splotch. Looking past over her shoulder, a woman in a patchwork onesie, bib saying "brains num-num!" Ran full tilt into Sally, the two falling into the soft grass that stretched across the whole plaza. The zom-girl's laughing has stopped. "Oh no, oh no no no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" She started to blubber, afraid she was in trouble. Sally was pissed. Pushing the mewling woman off, Sally gave her a piece of her mind. "You better fucking believe your sorry! Do you know how shit a day I've been having! I try to have a nice fucking walk but that's too much to ask around you ankle biting basement dwellers! Do everyone a god damn favor and go back to hiding in your mother's skirts!" She yelled at zom-girl. The sounds of play immediately stopped. Sally stood up and glared down at the moron that blindly tackled her. Zom-girl was clearly head down in shame, and suddenly started wailing with tears. Vamp-tramp stopped her running and came over, kneeling to hug the crying woman. "She said she was sorry, no no words were just mean!" She spat at Sally before holding her sobbing girlfriend. Baby Princess Lizzy, after seeing the whole thing, turned, walking over to the woman that had a full sized mechanic stroller, light up panels and gizmos occluding her view. "Defense Force Battle Pram-" She said before quieting, Sally could barely see the woman sat inside nodding with her pacifier. Sally stomped off, she tried to enjoy the atmosphere, and the hellions ruined that. Beelining her way to the bar, well getting around the women in the lobby who were now sharing blankets, playing patty cake, and showing off what new toys were now in their diaper bags. Sally took up a stool at the bar. Face flushed The bar tender came back, Toni still had on an immaculate white blouse with sleeve garters, but something was different with her hair. Must have tied it up as the rush came and went. "Sally, have a good walk?" She asked, "Ready for cake?" "Some idiot girl just tackled me down in the park. Look at this!" She said exasperated, turning to the side to show off the grass stains that marred her only outfit. "That's no good, better order laundry service, did she say sorry?" Toni asked. "Well...yeah. But that doesn't make it better!" Sally said, now feeling bad about her explosive episode. "Just, can I get a whiskey double?" "Whiskey double with a twist of quiet time?" Toni confirmed, little quip to lighten the mood. Pouring it out, slapping the sippy lid on the mature drink. Probably a good idea, the last thing Sally needed to do was slam it back. Little sips would be better. She spun on the stool, to hide the grass stains from the public, people watching to calm down. A table of Lolita women, ribbons on everything, diaper covers coated in kawaii mascots, nibbling on macarons and little cookies. Two tables had been pushed together to hold some card game tourney. "I tap 2 cribs and a teddy bear to play Lullaby." "I discard Favored Blankie and instant Unrelenting Tantrum, making Magical Girl Doki Doki immune to sleep for 2 turns, then she is moved to Time Out." As she sipped on her whiskey, something just seemed off. A funk in the air. She couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe it was just the smelly woman-children that spent their day at the con. "Hun, is that you?" Asked a woman in a nurse's onesie, red plus on her chest, matching red heels, overly large syringe holstered on her back talking to a pink haired, blue skinned, woman with full black out contacts. She had on a full body onesie, with these plugs and ports all over. Must have been a pain to get on and off. "It literally just happened, I can wait for a change. I'm coated in so much petroleum jelly, there's no way I'll get a rash." She whined. Sally spun around, no longer interested in eavesdropping on talks of dirty diapers. Women-children were so embarrassing to be around. But in her face was the first one she saw today. Baby Princess Lizzy, tiara back on, inches away with a big manic grin. "Ah!" Sally shouted, startled. "Hiii! I'm Baby Princess Lizzy, and my Pacifier of Purity lead me to you, the grumpiness levels are off the charts, over 9,000 even! It is my duty to fix that. If even a little miasma of maturity invaded ImagiNation, evil Queen Junko might return, and give us bedtimes!" The hyper woman explained. "I don't know whatever this-" Sally said, hand waving up and down the young woman, "-is. So just go play with the ankle biters that 'get it's and leave me alone." "I can't, as the Lesbian Supreme of ImagiNation, I am sworn to cure you." Baby Princess Lizzy said, overly committed to the bit. Grabbing the drink from Sally's hand, she unscrewed the nipple top of the bottle. Sniffing it, she made a face and put the nipple back on. "Your apple juice went yucky. Why are you drinking something gross." Sally took her bottle back, indignant, how dare this stranger try to tell her, well, anything. She felt like she needed to dig in and defend. "It's how I like it. Toni made it just for me, right Toni?" Sally called out, trying to get back up. Toni was on the spot. "You're back, more moo juice?" She asked, consummate professional. Baby Princess Lizzy shook her head, "I need real milk, she gave me a tummy ache when she said no no words to my friends when we were playing." "Real milk?" Toni asked, leaning on an elbow and getting closer, "I don't understand what you're asking." Baby Princess Lizzy just reached over to grope Toni's boob. "Real milk, for the goodest girls, that no say doo-doo words." "Ah, best breast, give me a minute." Toni asked, getting out a pump. She needed to undo a few buttons, "Sally, I know you're having a bad day, but did you really say no no words?" Sally blushed, popping her bottle in her lips. The breast pump was turned on, the little bottle on it now catching white drops. She has saught Toni's solace, and now she was just embarrassed. She meekly nodded. "Well that isn't nice. No cake until you apologize." Toni said, voice full of disappointment. Sally pulled out her bottle, "But it wasn't at her, I don't know where the zombie is." Baby Princess Lizzy got on her knees on the stool, waving at the lobby, "Defense Force Battle Pram, we're ready!" She called out. The restaurant got quiet. All attention now on Sally. Rolling in was the mech costume, the woman sat inside gave a stern look to Sally, "Pway nish." She slurred around her pacifier. From behind came Zom-girl and Vamp-tramp. Zom-girl's makeup had tear streaks through it. Vamp-tramp had a makeup wipe, working to clean her girlfriend's face. Sally felt the eyes of every woman on her. Zom-girl did look very upset. Sally gave a big sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Listen, I'm very sorry for upsetting you, I didn't appreciate getting ran into, but I've had a lot of poor luck leading me to being here, I took it out on you. It was uncalled for." Vamp-tramp patted Zom-girl's bottom, encouraging her. Zom-girl opened her arms wide for a hug. Felt a bit unnecessary but Sally was currently a spectacle. She hugged the zom-girl. "I fowgive you." She said, polite kiss on the cheek. Vamp-tramp took her girlfriend's hand to lead her out. Spinning around, Toni was handing Baby Princess Lizzy a four ounce bottle, putting the breast pump away, she left her shirt open for ease of access. "Fank you very much." Baby Princess Lizzy said before suckling the milk. Toni then turned back to Sally, "Was that so bad?" "No..." Sally said sheepishly. "As promised," Toni said, setting the turtle cheesecake out, "Good girl." It was nice to hear that, Sally felt herself getting dewy, but right now, cheesecake with chocolate and caramel was calling her. Sally looked around for a utensil. None were around, resolute, she suck her fingers in the soft gooey mess to eat. "I'm sorry you're having a bad day, but as Baby Princess Lizzy, I will help! Oh, um ma'am, can I get a pat?" Baby Princess Lizzy said, turning to face Sally, letting Toni pat her back. She belched. "Thanks! So Sally, what has invited this miasma into ImagiNation?" "I got scammed, my connecting flight to my little sister's wedding was an identity theft scheme, my luggage got lost, so I'm stuck with only this grass stained outfit, and my money is all frozen." Sally said, mouth full and hand sticky. "Well let's have the nannies at this daycare clean those up, and I bet if we asked nice we can find some spare clothes. If not, go nakey, that's fine." Baby Princess Lizzy assured her. "I can't just be naked, I'm an adult, and what if a boy sees me?" Sally said. Baby Princess Lizzy looked around the restaurant and out into the lobby, "What boys?" Sally turned to look, it was all girls, makes sense given the con across the plaza. Baby Princess Lizzy stood up and grabbed her hand, "Let's go talk to the nannies at the desk!" Not fighting it, Sally was pulled along. Baby Princess Lizzy was being really nice. Getting ready Sally took off her blouse and pants, wiping her saliva, dairy, and sugar coated hand on them before setting them on the reception desk. "These are dirty, can I have help with them?" Sally asked, standing in just her training pants, the full cotton kind with just a bit more layers. The woman that helped her check in recognized her. "Our sullen stranded visitor. I'll send these off right away. You look like you got into the spirit of things here. Is the evening turning around for you?" Sally nodded, "Yeah, you've all been very helpful." Baby Princess Lizzy started leading her to the elevator, "I would be upset if I didn't have a change. I have spares in my room you can use, those don't look like they can handle much." She suggested, moving Sally's hand to cup the puffy diaper, the soft warmth flooding Sally with nostalgia. Sally kept squeezing it. "Well I'm potty trained, so it's not suppose to hold anything, the airport gave me a plain spare diaper but you know that won't fit." "But you were upset that you didn't have a change, only makes sense that would be a worry if you used them." Sally couldn't find a flaw in her logic, the doors opened and Baby Princess Lizzy brought her to her daycare room. It looked exactly like Sally's, spacious crib, TV, changing table, but unlike hers, Baby Princess Lizzy had a suitcase, and a case of Super Happy Unicorn Baby Omu. The heavy scent of baby powder filled the space. Looking down at her training panties, they wouldn't handle everything Sally just ate. Baby Princess Lizzy held one out to her, "Here, I share with all my friends, especially cute ones." Sally blushed, and took the diaper. Looking over at the changing table, "Do you need a change, Baby Princess Lizzy?" She got up on the padded top and held her legs, "I have no idea, what do you think?" What Sally thought was this adorable woman probably only farted glitter, just wearing the diapers to look sexy. Pressing her hand on the diaper, it didn't seem used, but how would Sally really know, inspecting closer, Sally sniffed at it, finding it difficult to smell anything besides powder. She pressed her face in just to be sure. It was just hard to tell. When her nose was fully pressed in, rubbing up and down, Baby Princess Lizzy gave a bit of a squeak, accompanied by a sharp intake of breath. "I dunno if you need a change..." Sally admitted defeat. "Well, I just felt the tingle tingles of doing that special wet, so obviously I need to do that before a change." Baby Princess Lizzy said, sitting up, coming face to face with Sally. "Have you ever had the tingle tingles? The ones that get you all wet?" Sally, inches away from Baby Princess Lizzy's lips, gave a slight nod, maybe they were happening now? She should make sure though. Closing her eyes, she closed the distance to kiss Baby Princess Lizzy. Baby Princess Lizzy reciprocated, reaching to hold Sally tight, scooting to the changing table edge to wrap her legs around Sally's waist. Sally shifted, throwing a leg up on the changing table, laying Baby Princess Lizzy on her back. Rubbing her thin cotton training panties against the full thickness of Baby Princess Lizzy's diaper. She felt strongly those special tingles, it was a good thing she had her own diaper to change into soon, her training panties had to be soaked. No wonder she was upset her luggage was lost, there was no way Sally wouldn't have needed a change after seeing all the pretty cosplaying women. After a bit of heavy petting, kissing, and some rubbing, they were breathing heavy and lightly sweaty. Baby Princess Lizzy reached down to check Sally, "Gosh, we need to get you in a diaper, you are super mega wet!" Well if she thought it was necessary, it had to be true. Shedding her panties, Sally only had a bra on. Laying on the hotel changing table, Baby Princess Lizzy started helping her get into more appropriate clothes. Rubbing in rash guard, sprinkling powder, soon Sally was sitting in her own pillow of thirsty padding. "Hmm...now you look over dressed, why not get comfortable?" Asked Baby Princess Lizzy. Sally nodded, following the directive to take off the bra, after all, a diaper was a full outfit. Getting up Sally gave a twirl, feeling much better. None of her clothes felt this good. Refreshed, Sally looked around to check the time, it was dark outside. Reaching for her side, there was no purse with a phone, just plastic with tape. Confused, she looked around, "Where is my purse?" "Did you not give it to the nannies?" "Must have, my room key was in it though, how am I going to get back in it?" "You'll get it back in the morning...WE CAN HAVE A SLEEPOVER!" Baby Princess Lizzy said, excited. Looking over at her crib, that wasn't a bad idea. She gave a big yawn, the day suddenly catching up with her. Baby Princess Lizzy grabbed the hotel phone, "Storytime please!" She ordered. Baby Princess Lizzy let the side rail down, the inviting softness of the crib started drawing Sally to it. So many cutesy plushies, anime body pillows, it looked great but something was missing. Eyeing Baby Princess Lizzy's lanyard, Sally nearly slapped her own forehead for forgetting. "Can you order a binky for me too? I dunno how I was going to go ni ni without one." "No wonder you were cranky, I always have extras to share with new friends." The magical girl assured her, digging into her diaper bag to offer an oversized pacifier with a translucent purple shield, a picture of her tiara on the center. Sally made no move to grab it, letting her jaw drop open to accept it being placed in by this new friend. Feeling better, Sally snuggled into the pile of plush, followed by Baby Princess Lizzy likewise snuggling onto her. A daycare nanny came in, proper black dress with white apron, carrying a bag, of the non-diapee variety. She took a seat in the adjacent rocking chair. "What story are my cuties wanting before beddy bye?" "ImagiNation Battle Tag Saga, Queen of the Hill!" Baby Princess Lizzy announced, quick and adamant. The nanny smiled and got the manga out of her collection. She started reading, taking a moment to show the artwork before turning the page. Sally had never had this story read to her, while Baby Princess Lizzy seemingly had it memorized, saying the lines of the heroine her costume had been based on. Sally drifted to sleep listening to how Baby Princess Lizzy saved ImagiNation from a terrible transformation curse, freeing the cursed women by playing tag, helping them free their imagination to return ImagiNation to the paradise Baby Princess Lizzy was sworn to protect.