tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66628473117648290432024-03-13T05:06:11.672-07:00Sir Spankalot's Emporium of Frivolous EroticaHumiliation, Spanking, Diapers... A page of outrageous fetish fantasies. Only meant as empathetic fantasies for BDSM enthusiasts, and all fiction, thankfully.Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.comBlogger144125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-71851159393234468922023-12-09T07:28:00.000-08:002023-12-09T07:28:41.332-08:00New SubscribeStar Page<p>Hi all, I'm starting up a new page where you'll be able to support me at and get exclusive access to content: https://subscribestar.adult/ausdpr</p><p>It will be where I put all my usual stuff, such as comics, stories, captions, etc.<br /></p>Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-60901070077469456962022-09-30T15:05:00.003-07:002022-09-30T15:31:50.183-07:00Experiments in AI assisted ABDL art<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2loJe0RC1sHC-AFZxJYY6yQKFAXVgMEfJc2GNXP1MQVZodITQjDZoSg0G1sZTb5txzc50GgNntz2G_Nsl5HMhKEpfl_3Hmofsig1yj87yDpOt5khQaOIgt8HATgeRPICkiSnpuZgsG70QBiYriG4JTI97W6rB9zyFWileRHfVkSb6SZun25PNhvh0/s2996/ausdpr_experiments_in_AI_assisted_abdl_art.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="419" data-original-width="2996" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2loJe0RC1sHC-AFZxJYY6yQKFAXVgMEfJc2GNXP1MQVZodITQjDZoSg0G1sZTb5txzc50GgNntz2G_Nsl5HMhKEpfl_3Hmofsig1yj87yDpOt5khQaOIgt8HATgeRPICkiSnpuZgsG70QBiYriG4JTI97W6rB9zyFWileRHfVkSb6SZun25PNhvh0/w640-h90/ausdpr_experiments_in_AI_assisted_abdl_art.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p>This month an AI image editing tool dropped which has been
absolutely incredible, and I've been making tweaks to be able to make it
generate diaper art, with some experiments over on my patreon: <a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/ausdpr">www.patreon.com/ausdpr</a></p>Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-24129707542192071992022-02-17T08:34:00.013-08:002022-02-17T09:43:38.894-08:00A Little More Interesting... (Diaper Dimension Movie)<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The blogger player isn't very high quality. <a href="https://mega.nz/file/764nFIja#JPW-vtXNqvDF0RC3LQ-aTGrPK3ToPD_LSXkH59QZNHo" target="">There's a higher-res version and download link here. </a><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='471' height='392' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dye9dBiSTPTO2l3mkqhQ2LCfA52wWl8wx3u3I8pnQmjb3mzMXiga9btxtK_nRwGon0-Sz9CpQOG6ajfC4mIAw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When two youtubers get a chance to make it big and are invited to record a TV pilot episode, things go south when they encounter a huge studio nurse who can't be convinced that the two Littles are old enough to be out of diapers.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Only able to make a desperate waddle through the studio grounds, the two Littles don't even have time to consider how that might be speeding up the bottom medicine which the nanny had slipped into their backsides, until suddenly the effects are felt all at once.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Standing before their set couch with their cue cards, the two Littles wonder if they can sit down now, trying to act distracted by the microphone overhead, and knowing that disappointing the powerful Redmond family who controls much of the media in the country probably isn't a good idea either...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> ---</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">(This was the first time I've ever tried any kind of video edit like this, and have just had this dumb idea for this scene for a while now. For a first try doing it and just a few hours of work, I think it turned out pretty okay!)<br /></span></p>Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-15807029323282210402021-11-05T12:26:00.008-07:002021-11-05T12:26:52.954-07:00AB Korrasami Animation Preview<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfL0eu62_XJGvyzTr1wQGSN0OfzEdsRsjp8XQK5SCpDYGwBAIiKSXGxZU-5vOZ08h7MLmNc71y81-RDNbvzC7Hoa_fb1noMjl9Q5T36JYBejvvP4D8v9zRycoUC0NhAUhUWhiN6XmnjmE/s1877/Ausdpr_AnAvertedFuture_page06_Preview.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1367" data-original-width="1877" height="471" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfL0eu62_XJGvyzTr1wQGSN0OfzEdsRsjp8XQK5SCpDYGwBAIiKSXGxZU-5vOZ08h7MLmNc71y81-RDNbvzC7Hoa_fb1noMjl9Q5T36JYBejvvP4D8v9zRycoUC0NhAUhUWhiN6XmnjmE/w646-h471/Ausdpr_AnAvertedFuture_page06_Preview.png" width="646" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Just a preview of an AB Korrasami animation on my Patreon this month.
Which can be found here:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/averted-future-6-58329521
<br /></span></p>Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-56777444593676468002020-12-20T09:24:00.005-08:002020-12-20T09:24:25.926-08:00The Bounty (Page 2)<p>A page from one of the comics on my Patreon. So far this comic doesn't
include much ABDL comic and has been Slave Leia / Hutt themed, though
that's about to change in the next few pages. More can be found here:
https://www.patreon.com/ausdpr</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgORA38uPr-blLyx9VVa_anRC8vFX9iNS3kQTuutJ1rK7lm9dV3MM-RIqJ6hTSRWairAe05L6jE77xrUTIIUUhzuP9Ov__pzHBqmFMA-4LQbr0KHujfY5wZAW1UYNa1LdLR5abFHU6rFio/s2631/TheBounty_02.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2631" data-original-width="1860" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgORA38uPr-blLyx9VVa_anRC8vFX9iNS3kQTuutJ1rK7lm9dV3MM-RIqJ6hTSRWairAe05L6jE77xrUTIIUUhzuP9Ov__pzHBqmFMA-4LQbr0KHujfY5wZAW1UYNa1LdLR5abFHU6rFio/w452-h640/TheBounty_02.png" width="452" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p>Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-65456186873024465512020-12-20T04:42:00.005-08:002020-12-20T07:22:24.382-08:00The Sanctuary (Diaper Dimension)<div data-draftjs-conductor-fragment="{"blocks":[{"key":"5v0b5","text":"An older story from my patreon - https://www.patreon.com/ausdpr","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[{"offset":33,"length":30,"style":"UNDERLINE"}],"entityRanges":[{"offset":33,"length":30,"key":0}],"data":{}},{"key":"6imfk","text":"","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"92tps","text":"---","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"8s1m0","text":"","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"3cfhu","text":"It was a quiet day like any other in Cribs'n'Things.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"9an7s","text":"Or so Loreline had thought.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"b7cai","text":"The doorbell rang at 10am, and a woman blustered her way in, using a strong grip to march in a smaller figure beside her.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"b3so3","text":"Loreline might have thought she was a toddler, in those denim overalls and with the pacifier in her mouth, but then it dawned on her that it was a Little person, one who must have lost adulthood with bad behaviour. They got a few of those there. Loreline smiled at the girl like she would any other, as her little legs struggled even more with the obvious thick diaper.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"2o27b","text":"“You there,” the woman called, marching the pair of them to the counter.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"d4rhc","text":"“Good morning ma’am. Is there something I can help you with?”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"8sqlk","text":"“Yes. I need - oh, now don’t fuss Millie. I know that you were in your carseat for hours but we’re almost there. Be a good girl and stay still. You can sit on the floor if you’d like while Mommy talks to this lady.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"fhhl4","text":"Loreline smiled down at the girl. When her mother released her grip, it looked like she didn’t have much choice about sitting down anyway, not being able to stay up on her own in those thick diapers.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"3j3rp","text":"She fell with a crinkling puff of baby powder. Loreline’s nose twitched to the hint of a full diaper. Well, served the brat right, she must have been particularly immature.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"1nhmt","text":"“That’s okay ma’am. Now what can I help you with?”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"ba3hq","text":"The woman turned her attention back to Loreline, and there was still a hint of that angry motherhood in her eyes. Loreline gulped, feeling intimidated even with only two foot difference to the huge woman. She couldn’t even imagine how it was for the naughty Little.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"f71nu","text":"With the way the Little sulked on the floor but didn’t interrupt her Mommy, Loreline supposed that it was more than enough to rein in such naughtiness.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"e3b5k","text":"“Yes I need a crib. A mobile. A playpen. A changing table. A highchair. A pram and stroller combo; I want to be able to switch. And your introductory pack of five cartons of diapers and ten boxes of baby food.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"eqlje","text":"“Of course, ma’am. Are you new to the area?”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"892b4","text":"The woman nodded.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"5n09s","text":"“That is correct. Can you have it delivered and setup by this afternoon?”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"e8d31","text":"“Well…” Loreline began, glancing to the clock.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"9daou","text":"“Don’t mumble dear, and look at me when talking.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"3spi3","text":"Loreline jumped.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"3r2ja","text":"“Sorry. Yes. I can do that. Our regular driver is already busy with another order. But I will deliver those to your house personally.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"1886a","text":"The woman nodded.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"3qlol","text":"“Good. I think I’ll be a regular customer here, do you any kind of membership card?”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"5gonr","text":"“Of course!” Loreline replied, beaming as she produced the forms. There was a signup bonus in store for her. If only there could be more customers like this. The town just didn’t have enough Bigs, and mid-sized people like her didn’t reveal Little immaturity with the same passion.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"cf3em","text":"She created the woman’s membership, and then gave them a tour of the store. They picked out a bunch of fun pieces for the new nursery, and they even changed the Little at the changing tables. Loreline was able to give a few tips, and realized that the mother was still somewhat new, though she was a natural. With some extra stuffers in her diaper, the girl wouldn’t need to be changed as often, and seemed a little more well-mannered.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"dvkj7","text":"God, but Loreline missed babysitting. There just wasn’t enough work around of that kind. And besides, she was a grownup now, and should have a real job.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"2iss","text":"At least working at the store meant that she got to interact with them on occasion.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"7au4k","text":"“Somebody has been very good,” she praised, ruffling Millie’s hair where the girl sat in her new luxury stroller. “I bet you’re going to love it here. I’ve already given your Mommy the contacts for all the potential playmates in town.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"5agjg","text":"Loreline stood back up, and faced the customer.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"c1ciq","text":"“I’ll be around to your house in about half an hour.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"flhpe","text":"“Thank you. That would be wonderful. We’re out by the lakes.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"822vc","text":"Loreline nodded. Of course they were. There were dozens of enormous estates out there which had mostly gone unpurchased for years, after a developer attempted to create an upmarket end of town which appealed to Bigs.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"bk09t","text":"“Well I’m glad that you bought out there. It always seemed too nice to waste. And they have those big colourful playgrounds along the water.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"803mo","text":"“Of course. It looked quite nice in the pictures.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"49aa3","text":"Loreline nodded slowly. Had the woman not even seen the house? It all seemed rather sudden. Even Millie seemed a bit new, like she’d never seen a carton of babyfood bought all for her, with how her eyes had locked onto those colourful pictures of oats and prunes. Then again, when had Loreline met a Little who wasn’t a fussy eater who needed bibs and highchairs?","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"6l0hn","text":"“Off we go Millie! Don’t worry we’ll see the store lady again. This place has everything a little cutie-brat like you needs.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"7p3g","text":"The stroller rolled out of the doorway, with a strapped-in Millie seeming to present her big diaper to the world, and the usual quiet of the store returned.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"a1g1p","text":"Except…","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"ebhic","text":"A moment later, a man barged in, tugging two Littles in tow. A boy and a girl, seemingly of similar ages, dressed in matching white sailor pieces. Their shorts and pleated skirt didn’t much hide that they were more properly diapered with stuffers this time.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"2cjqv","text":"To the man’s credit, neither Little had their pacifier in their mouth, yet they didn’t make a peep of fuss.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"b82po","text":"“Welcome, Sir, I-”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"3ijap","text":"“Do you sell rocking horses?”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"9vkgm","text":"“Hrm? Yes.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"3c9a0","text":"“I promised them if they were good on the drive, I would get them rocking horses. We’ve come a very long way, though I think they like the scenery out here.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"becot","text":"“Oh, I- What kind of rocking horse? We have polished wood with flat seats. Curved plastic. Even motorized pink ponies with streamers on the side.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"a4k26","text":"“Hrm. Let me see what you have.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"es458","text":"“Yes sir. This way.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"d8n8l","text":"She showed them around the horse toys, and even had the Littles ride some.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"a43ah","text":"The man settled for plush models on wheels which didn’t rock so much. He seemed concerned about them being able to grind the fronts of their diapers in inappropriate games.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"7s8va","text":"Loreline had to say that she approved in their case, even if sometimes a rocking horse was a good reward - so long as the playtime ended before they got a bit too into it.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"dhn9v","text":"“I can give you a receipt for one of our sister stores where you’ll be driving back to.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"6op3s","text":"There were some squirming and crinkling below at the word ‘sister’, not for the first time during the shop. What was wrong with being brother and sister? Whatever they might have been to each other before was clearly less appropriate. Besides those thick diapers would keep them apart so that they couldn’t do anything naughty, they might as well just accept it.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"9s0or","text":"“That won’t be necessary,” the giant of a man said, pulling his enormous wallet out, “I’ve just purchased a house here.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"6fe4p","text":"“Oh... Out by the lakes…?”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"9p1b8","text":"“Yes. You’ve heard of it? The area with the long waterfront walks.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"3gqdk","text":"Loreline nodded.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"ejoc7","text":"“That will be, oh... $299 sir.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"6he85","text":"He produced a silver card.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"69tov","text":"“For Daddy’s twins, that’s a small fancy.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"dthg8","text":"There was more awkward crinkling and shuffling from below.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"aul05","text":"He took the horses under one arm, and the hands of the Littles in the other.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"sppv","text":"They weren’t even out the door, when two more families had entered. Oh, god.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"6tj6d","text":"Loreline made for a woman who already had her Little in a stroller.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"u03v","text":"She smiled at the girl, then looked to the mother.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"amtcs","text":"“Oh hello dear. I don’t suppose you have- Oh, there it is. Thank you.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"5qq8f","text":"The woman went to inspect their hanging rhumba panties.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"4gv24","text":"Loreline felt a sweat, and rushed to meet the other group. It was a husband and wife pair, again enormous, with six Littles on a joined harness and leash link. They were all girls in dresses and obvious diapers. Each was pacified and looking very shy, yet were also casting curious glances around the store.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"ffsh","text":"Oh goodness, what a lucky family! Loreline’s dream of a better town might just work out after all if that family moved in.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"248ug","text":"“Hello!” she said, beaming.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"6naqn","text":"“Why hello!” the mother replied cheerfully. “Oh this is just a wonderful store. Are they all this well-stocked?”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"prgr","text":"Loreline nodded. To have that many Littles and to have never been into a Cribs’n’Things?","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[{"offset":17,"length":71,"style":"ITALIC"}],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"16ad7","text":"“We’re looking for six cribs.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"cosrh","text":"“And highchairs.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"3o8cp","text":"“Oh I haven’t forgotten the highchairs hon. 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Did you count your steps?”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"2sl4e","text":"The Little looked panicked.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"6tf9c","text":"“N-No…”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"59uah","text":"There was that cute voice!","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"4q4jh","text":"“Aw, that’s okay. I did. It’s plenty, even if you get some big toys. Now come back to me sweetie, I want to say goodbye.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"9eir5","text":"Was it her imagination, or did the Little run back? Frowning, but wanting that kiss, or perhaps just trying to limit how long she spent waddling in that dirty diaper.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"cv04d","text":"Loreline gave her the kisses, though held back on tickling her. Bringing out her little laugh somehow felt like territory for the parents to first cross. They’d probably waited forever, until the uptight Little lawyer had let her guard down thinking the laws were set.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"28les","text":"The mother entered with a girl in each arm, and beamed down at the sight of the diapered lawyer waiting in her playpen.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"7t3t7","text":"“Oh this town is just perfect. The perfect place to start over for all of us.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"3kok4","text":"Loreline smiled. “I heard that it’s being renamed to Sanctuary.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[{"offset":53,"length":9,"style":"ITALIC"}],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"chbrd","text":"The mother secured her next two girls into the playpen - her breath bated like she’d waited an eternity - and smiled.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"cq4ik","text":"“Yes it is… And it’s perfectly true.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"bmemb","text":"---","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"13qmg","text":"By the time Loreline reached Cribs’n’Things, she was exhausted. The sun was down. A thousand dirty diapers had been dropped into diaper pails in houses which had been empty for years until the day before. It was amazing how fast the rich part of society could move.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"4bqkq","text":"Her boss locked up the store, and offered to give her a ride home rather than catch the bus.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"dajuf","text":"She didn’t realize something was off until they pulled up outside her boss’s estate.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"5g0g","text":"“Um, Mrs Kensington, did you forget to take me home?”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"5gnv4","text":"“We are home sweetie.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"b5u2c","text":"Loreline frowned, and wriggled.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"2br9l","text":"Her boss’s hand was snaking into her work pants, and investigating the white and pink trainer panties there.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"fqlsl","text":"“Um Mrs Kensington, I can explain.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"142ch","text":"“Of course. I know. A lot of parents noticed how good you are with kids today. There were a lot of comments.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"em4rh","text":"“No it’s not like that, I mean it was just a long day, and-”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"10mnt","text":"“And I think somebody never quite got over babysitting. I think my daughter’s room hasn’t changed since she was a teenager and moved to college, and maybe it was for a reason…”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"14vos","text":"Loreline frowned.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"43i07","text":"“A teenager?”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"8s7aq","text":"“Of course. That’s what people expect when they hire a local babysitter. And, goodness, it seems you’re going to be getting a lot of work on that front. We’ll have to make sure it doesn’t interfere with your schoolwork.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"88e0j","text":"Loreline paled.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"eec55","text":"“School… work?”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"11bfm","text":"“Well there can’t be a teenage babysitter in the neighbourhood who isn’t enrolled at the school, with a uniform and homework to take to her babysitting jobs. Of course, I think you should still have a part-time real job at the store at least one afternoon a week. Any more would look awkward giving those hours to my own daughter. Now what do we way?”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"48ott","text":"“Um… Mrs Kensington, it was just a bit of a fantasy. I don’t really want-”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"1o27c","text":"“What do we say, young lady? So help me I will tan that bottom if you’re going to be a disagreeable teenager tonight.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"7tcko","text":"“I… Yes mother.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"frvch","text":"“See? It’s not so bad when you just accept what you want. Now come on, I’ll cook you dinner and then we can find you some plastic pants for the night.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"81hgp","text":"---","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"cqtmm","text":"Party decorations, speakers, and jumping castles dotted the waterfront parklands. Sanctuary was to have its first yearly party.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"4594e","text":"Upmarket furniture waited outdoors with the high society in attendance.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"c7svu","text":"A small group of hired musicians strummed guitars at one end of the park.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"69vj6","text":"Loreline chased a bunch of squealing Littles, while parents stood at the edges supervising.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"5ud8a","text":"Naughty little Veronica Black, once a lawyer, fell on her bottom and gasped. She hadn’t been squealing, only trying to stay from being caught.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"6aasd","text":"Loreline grinned and descended on her, dressed as a big yellow duck.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"66n1o","text":"She caught Vee easily as the girl tried to get back up, and soon had her dressed in a yellow duck costume too.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"3g5d","text":"She had to join the line trailing Loreline, and the chase continued.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"5ef7g","text":"The Littles who weren’t caught didn’t have to wear the tiny versions of the costumes. As one, they went to the banks to watch the real ducklings swim by. Technically she should be taking notes for a school assignment, but didn’t want to think about school today, or any day really.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"1v6su","text":"She helped the parents and nannies collect up their Littles, and saw a bunch of bottles and just as many boobs come out.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"e2p1v","text":"Loreline just hoped that none of them had listened too closely. The costume was expensive, and her ‘Mom’ had insisted on diapers rather than her various training panties. Of course, she would just tell her charges that her diaper was nothing like their own, which was true.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"2fdat","text":"Loreline sat on the grass, and ignored a faint squish.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"f3nn0","text":"It wasn’t the worst upgrade since last year, for any of them.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}}],"entityMap":{"0":{"type":"LINK","mutability":"MUTABLE","data":{"url":"https://www.patreon.com/ausdpr","target":"_blank","rel":"nofollow"}}}}" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="1" data-offset-key="foo-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="1" data-offset-key="foo-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="1" data-offset-key="foo-0-0"><span data-text="true">An older story from my patreon page - </span></span><a class="_2qJYG _1zVUL" href="https://www.patreon.com/ausdpr" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="foo-1-0" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span data-text="true">https://www.patreon.com/ausdpr</span></span></a></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6c8rs-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6c8rs-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6c8rs-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6bthu-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6bthu-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6bthu-0-0"><span data-text="true">---</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="eeljd-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="eeljd-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="eeljd-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1diqj-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1diqj-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1diqj-0-0"><span data-text="true">It was a quiet day like any other in Cribs'n'Things.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5r40i-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5r40i-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5r40i-0-0"><span data-text="true">Or so Loreline had thought.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7kvid-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7kvid-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7kvid-0-0"><span data-text="true">The doorbell rang at 10am, and a woman blustered her way in, using a strong grip to march in a smaller figure beside her.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9c1io-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9c1io-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9c1io-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline might have thought she was a toddler, in those denim overalls and with the pacifier in her mouth, but then it dawned on her that it was a Little person, one who must have lost adulthood with bad behaviour. They got a few of those there. Loreline smiled at the girl like she would any other, as her little legs struggled even more with the obvious thick diaper.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1v92j-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1v92j-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1v92j-0-0"><span data-text="true">“You there,” the woman called, marching the pair of them to the counter.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="71jjh-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="71jjh-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="71jjh-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Good morning ma’am. Is there something I can help you with?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="823i8-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="823i8-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="823i8-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Yes. I need - oh, now don’t fuss Millie. I know that you were in your carseat for hours but we’re almost there. Be a good girl and stay still. You can sit on the floor if you’d like while Mommy talks to this lady.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6b3ie-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6b3ie-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6b3ie-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline smiled down at the girl. When her mother released her grip, it looked like she didn’t have much choice about sitting down anyway, not being able to stay up on her own in those thick diapers.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="d8hl5-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="d8hl5-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="d8hl5-0-0"><span data-text="true">She fell with a crinkling puff of baby powder. Loreline’s nose twitched to the hint of a full diaper. Well, served the brat right, she must have been particularly immature.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ctfkf-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ctfkf-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ctfkf-0-0"><span data-text="true">“That’s okay ma’am. Now what can I help you with?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="cttsa-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="cttsa-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="cttsa-0-0"><span data-text="true">The woman turned her attention back to Loreline, and there was still a hint of that angry motherhood in her eyes. Loreline gulped, feeling intimidated even with only two foot difference to the huge woman. She couldn’t even imagine how it was for the naughty Little.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ehef6-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ehef6-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ehef6-0-0"><span data-text="true">With the way the Little sulked on the floor but didn’t interrupt her Mommy, Loreline supposed that it was more than enough to rein in such naughtiness.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="710rv-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="710rv-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="710rv-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Yes I need a crib. A mobile. A playpen. A changing table. A highchair. A pram and stroller combo; I want to be able to switch. And your introductory pack of five cartons of diapers and ten boxes of baby food.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="dskvk-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="dskvk-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="dskvk-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Of course, ma’am. Are you new to the area?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8ahjo-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8ahjo-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8ahjo-0-0"><span data-text="true">The woman nodded.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2va8j-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2va8j-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2va8j-0-0"><span data-text="true">“That is correct. Can you have it delivered and setup by this afternoon?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="do97c-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="do97c-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="do97c-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Well…” Loreline began, glancing to the clock.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="c3j9k-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="c3j9k-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="c3j9k-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Don’t mumble dear, and look at me when talking.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6rnkn-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6rnkn-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6rnkn-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline jumped.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3ai7m-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3ai7m-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3ai7m-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Sorry. Yes. I can do that. Our regular driver is already busy with another order. But I will deliver those to your house personally.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3sojj-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3sojj-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3sojj-0-0"><span data-text="true">The woman nodded.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="eqes6-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="eqes6-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="eqes6-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Good. I think I’ll be a regular customer here, do you any kind of membership card?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="appfn-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="appfn-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="appfn-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Of course!” Loreline replied, beaming as she produced the forms. There was a signup bonus in store for her. If only there could be more customers like this. The town just didn’t have enough Bigs, and mid-sized people like her didn’t reveal Little immaturity with the same passion.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4b1c9-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4b1c9-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4b1c9-0-0"><span data-text="true">She created the woman’s membership, and then gave them a tour of the store. They picked out a bunch of fun pieces for the new nursery, and they even changed the Little at the changing tables. Loreline was able to give a few tips, and realized that the mother was still somewhat new, though she was a natural. With some extra stuffers in her diaper, the girl wouldn’t need to be changed as often, and seemed a little more well-mannered.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="93kvc-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="93kvc-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="93kvc-0-0"><span data-text="true">God, but Loreline missed babysitting. There just wasn’t enough work around of that kind. And besides, she was a grownup now, and should have a real job.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="hb60-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="hb60-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="hb60-0-0"><span data-text="true">At least working at the store meant that she got to interact with them on occasion.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="56lq9-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="56lq9-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="56lq9-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Somebody has been very good,” she praised, ruffling Millie’s hair where the girl sat in her new luxury stroller. “I bet you’re going to love it here. I’ve already given your Mommy the contacts for all the potential playmates in town.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="c6up5-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="c6up5-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="c6up5-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline stood back up, and faced the customer.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="83s3t-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="83s3t-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="83s3t-0-0"><span data-text="true">“I’ll be around to your house in about half an hour.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="f46oi-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="f46oi-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="f46oi-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Thank you. That would be wonderful. We’re out by the lakes.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="11bju-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="11bju-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="11bju-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline nodded. Of course they were. There were dozens of enormous estates out there which had mostly gone unpurchased for years, after a developer attempted to create an upmarket end of town which appealed to Bigs.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="edqrp-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="edqrp-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="edqrp-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Well I’m glad that you bought out there. It always seemed too nice to waste. And they have those big colourful playgrounds along the water.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="e5sc7-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="e5sc7-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="e5sc7-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Of course. It looked quite nice in the pictures.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8i6in-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8i6in-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8i6in-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline nodded slowly. Had the woman not even seen the house? It all seemed rather sudden. Even Millie seemed a bit new, like she’d never seen a carton of babyfood bought all for her, with how her eyes had locked onto those colourful pictures of oats and prunes. Then again, when had Loreline met a Little who wasn’t a fussy eater who needed bibs and highchairs?</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ctp1i-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ctp1i-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ctp1i-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Off we go Millie! Don’t worry we’ll see the store lady again. This place has everything a little cutie-brat like you needs.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="65eqj-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="65eqj-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="65eqj-0-0"><span data-text="true">The stroller rolled out of the doorway, with a strapped-in Millie seeming to present her big diaper to the world, and the usual quiet of the store returned.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="g6qh-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="g6qh-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="g6qh-0-0"><span data-text="true">Except…</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1lrt1-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1lrt1-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1lrt1-0-0"><span data-text="true">A moment later, a man barged in, tugging two Littles in tow. A boy and a girl, seemingly of similar ages, dressed in matching white sailor pieces. Their shorts and pleated skirt didn’t much hide that they were more properly diapered with stuffers this time.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4rajl-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4rajl-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4rajl-0-0"><span data-text="true">To the man’s credit, neither Little had their pacifier in their mouth, yet they didn’t make a peep of fuss.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="f3025-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="f3025-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="f3025-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Welcome, Sir, I-”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="cg5kk-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="cg5kk-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="cg5kk-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Do you sell rocking horses?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ceh72-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ceh72-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ceh72-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Hrm? Yes.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7g01o-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7g01o-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7g01o-0-0"><span data-text="true">“I promised them if they were good on the drive, I would get them rocking horses. We’ve come a very long way, though I think they like the scenery out here.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9iun6-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9iun6-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9iun6-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Oh, I- What kind of rocking horse? We have polished wood with flat seats. Curved plastic. Even motorized pink ponies with streamers on the side.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5rgg3-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5rgg3-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5rgg3-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Hrm. Let me see what you have.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5e8e7-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5e8e7-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5e8e7-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Yes sir. This way.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fmc6d-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fmc6d-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fmc6d-0-0"><span data-text="true">She showed them around the horse toys, and even had the Littles ride some.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8h4h0-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8h4h0-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8h4h0-0-0"><span data-text="true">The man settled for plush models on wheels which didn’t rock so much. He seemed concerned about them being able to grind the fronts of their diapers in inappropriate games.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fbj2c-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fbj2c-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fbj2c-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline had to say that she approved in their case, even if sometimes a rocking horse was a good reward - so long as the playtime ended before they got a bit too into it.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6k7ud-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6k7ud-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6k7ud-0-0"><span data-text="true">“I can give you a receipt for one of our sister stores where you’ll be driving back to.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6cdft-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6cdft-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6cdft-0-0"><span data-text="true">There were some squirming and crinkling below at the word ‘sister’, not for the first time during the shop. What was wrong with being brother and sister? Whatever they might have been to each other before was clearly less appropriate. Besides those thick diapers would keep them apart so that they couldn’t do anything naughty, they might as well just accept it.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7kcbl-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7kcbl-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7kcbl-0-0"><span data-text="true">“That won’t be necessary,” the giant of a man said, pulling his enormous wallet out, “I’ve just purchased a house here.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="36loh-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="36loh-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="36loh-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Oh... Out by the lakes…?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="cheda-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="cheda-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="cheda-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Yes. You’ve heard of it? The area with the long waterfront walks.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3iu2b-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3iu2b-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3iu2b-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline nodded.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="frg7r-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="frg7r-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="frg7r-0-0"><span data-text="true">“That will be, oh... $299 sir.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2eild-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2eild-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2eild-0-0"><span data-text="true">He produced a silver card.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2dt12-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2dt12-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2dt12-0-0"><span data-text="true">“For Daddy’s twins, that’s a small fancy.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7kvug-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7kvug-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7kvug-0-0"><span data-text="true">There was more awkward crinkling and shuffling from below.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="10fga-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="10fga-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="10fga-0-0"><span data-text="true">He took the horses under one arm, and the hands of the Littles in the other.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="kuob-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="kuob-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="kuob-0-0"><span data-text="true">They weren’t even out the door, when two more families had entered. Oh, god.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2rn3k-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2rn3k-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2rn3k-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline made for a woman who already had her Little in a stroller.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6d6gd-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6d6gd-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6d6gd-0-0"><span data-text="true">She smiled at the girl, then looked to the mother.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1jlii-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1jlii-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1jlii-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Oh hello dear. I don’t suppose you have- Oh, there it is. Thank you.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="98uio-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="98uio-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="98uio-0-0"><span data-text="true">The woman went to inspect their hanging rhumba panties.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="88cs-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="88cs-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="88cs-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline felt a sweat, and rushed to meet the other group. It was a husband and wife pair, again enormous, with six Littles on a joined harness and leash link. They were all girls in dresses and obvious diapers. Each was pacified and looking very shy, yet were also casting curious glances around the store.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1vne8-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1vne8-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1vne8-0-0"><span data-text="true">Oh goodness, what a lucky family! Loreline’s dream of a better town might just work out after all if that family moved in.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5q7hd-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5q7hd-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5q7hd-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Hello!” she said, beaming.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="eem50-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="eem50-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="eem50-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Why hello!” the mother replied cheerfully. “Oh this is just a wonderful store. Are they all this well-stocked?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bslda-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bslda-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bslda-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline nodded. </span></span><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bslda-0-1" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">To have that many Littles and to have never been into a Cribs’n’Things?</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1esed-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1esed-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1esed-0-0"><span data-text="true">“We’re looking for six cribs.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="49as-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="49as-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="49as-0-0"><span data-text="true">“And highchairs.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3nr76-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3nr76-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3nr76-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Oh I haven’t forgotten the highchairs hon. I’ve known they would need highchairs since the day I met them.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ceo4m-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ceo4m-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ceo4m-0-0"><span data-text="true">There was some awkward shuffling at the end of the leashes.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5k172-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5k172-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5k172-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline waited for silence to interrupt.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="89egr-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="89egr-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="89egr-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Are you a new family ma’am?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bh6s0-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bh6s0-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bh6s0-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Now is that a polite question dear?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="79vlk-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="79vlk-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="79vlk-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Oh, I’m sorry, you’re right.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fsocc-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fsocc-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fsocc-0-0"><span data-text="true">The giantess smiled.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="21lr9-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="21lr9-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="21lr9-0-0"><span data-text="true">“It’s fine. I’ve just had a long drive. We just need to get some things and get to our new house to stretch our legs.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8gu5e-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8gu5e-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8gu5e-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Oh, out by the lakes?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bmo0t-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bmo0t-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bmo0t-0-0"><span data-text="true">“You know the area?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7vvrm-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7vvrm-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7vvrm-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline nodded. “It’s very nice. Well we have plenty of cribs and highchairs. We’re generally considered the best.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3dr1f-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3dr1f-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3dr1f-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Hrm. Are these Princess Cribs part of a set? I like the canopies.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8ab4n-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8ab4n-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8ab4n-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Yes, and you can get their names engraved in the crowns. Though the canopies might be a bit too much work with six.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1t1po-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1t1po-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1t1po-0-0"><span data-text="true">“We could bring them out for special occasions.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6flm9-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6flm9-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6flm9-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline gave a polite nod. “Of course.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="abg1r-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="abg1r-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="abg1r-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Oh honey!” the husband called, “Look at these race car beds!”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fnftd-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fnftd-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fnftd-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Oh those are for boys.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2b9v0-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2b9v0-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2b9v0-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Well are you sure none of your scholarship grants were-”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="anldi-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="anldi-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="anldi-0-0"><span data-text="true">“No. All girls. Don’t worry hon, you’ll have your hands full enough being a Daddy to six pretty princesses.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9a7b8-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9a7b8-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9a7b8-0-0"><span data-text="true">He chuckled. “I suppose that’s true.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5k331-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5k331-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5k331-0-0"><span data-text="true">“And,” Loreline said, “You never know when one of them might be a bit of a tomboy.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1eik9-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1eik9-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1eik9-0-0"><span data-text="true">That brought a smile to the man’s face, though got a small snort from the woman.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4rvl1-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4rvl1-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4rvl1-0-0"><span data-text="true">Had Loreline overstepped? She quickly pivoted.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="cmsk4-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="cmsk4-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="cmsk4-0-0"><span data-text="true">“And here are our matching princess highchairs, with little throne tops. The pink and white styling will make it impossible for any of them to develop into tomboys.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5dvuq-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5dvuq-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5dvuq-0-0"><span data-text="true">The mother smiled at that.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="b53io-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="b53io-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="b53io-0-0"><span data-text="true">Just then, one of the Littles stomped her foot.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="eoebl-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="eoebl-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="eoebl-0-0"><span data-text="true">“No! That is too much! I’m in final year engineering and don’t even like girly-”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="df2m6-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="df2m6-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="df2m6-0-0"><span data-text="true">Before she could finish, her harness was released and she was over her mother’s knee.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="emfh5-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="emfh5-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="emfh5-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline waited. The mother was another natural. Amazons were just incredible at dealing with bratty toddler types who never grew beyond a few foot tall, and for the most part never matured to match.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1k1jg-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1k1jg-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1k1jg-0-0"><span data-text="true">With six daughters and it being a new family, it was reasonable that one of them might still act out. The mother would sort her out before long.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4c0ng-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4c0ng-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4c0ng-0-0"><span data-text="true">And oh how she did, spanking like a true expert. The other girls blushed and looked away, as the naughtiest of them was revealed as nothing but a guilty brat, easily encouraged into apologies and promises to be good for Mommy and Daddy.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7jua0-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7jua0-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7jua0-0-0"><span data-text="true">She got some hugs and kisses after, and was told that she’d have an hour earlier bedtime than her sisters for two months. Loreline nodded in approval. The girl was lucky that she was getting a nice crib to suit her. The structure and discipline gifted by parents would only be good for her.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="efajt-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="efajt-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="efajt-0-0"><span data-text="true">Oh how Loreline would love to babysit that cutie, and teach her how much fun she could have on rocking horses and tricycles, if she just stopped resisting and embraced herself.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4v20u-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4v20u-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4v20u-0-0"><span data-text="true">Of course, Loreline had bills to pay. She didn’t get to be a child like these underdeveloped brats.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3fmeq-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3fmeq-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3fmeq-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Ma’am, can I overstep and recommend our backyard playground set as well? I’ll mark it down to cost. With this many girls they’ll benefit from the kind of exercise where they can motivate themselves, so long as a grownup is present to make sure they’re not slacking.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="62nch-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="62nch-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="62nch-0-0"><span data-text="true">The parents looked up at a flatpacked box with a playground photo on the front, showing several Littles having fun. Loreline glanced down, and the Littles were all staring with opposite expressions. Goodness, they did so resist what was good for them, but that made it more interesting.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9crut-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9crut-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9crut-0-0"><span data-text="true">The so-called-’engineer’ appeared the most horrified, even with her puffy eyes. She was going to be a disobedient one.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8ff4j-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8ff4j-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8ff4j-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline put on a big smile, and crouched down to take the girl’s shoulders from behind.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="q3n7-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="q3n7-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="q3n7-0-0"><span data-text="true">“I know somebody who was looking at that playground with a lot of excitement!”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="elko8-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="elko8-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="elko8-0-0"><span data-text="true">“What?! No I wasn-”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9q2oh-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9q2oh-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9q2oh-0-0"><span data-text="true">They all turned to her.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8j069-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8j069-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8j069-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Is that true Penny?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="73d3h-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="73d3h-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="73d3h-0-0"><span data-text="true">“I, um…”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5an72-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5an72-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5an72-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline knew when to tickle.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="86sdf-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="86sdf-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="86sdf-0-0"><span data-text="true">“I think she does! I think she desperately wants her Mommy and Daddy to buy it!”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="es742-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="es742-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="es742-0-0"><span data-text="true">She lost herself in cute little shrieks and wriggles, and looked rather like the truth was too embarrassing for her.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="dna8j-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="dna8j-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="dna8j-0-0"><span data-text="true">“</span></span><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="dna8j-0-1" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">No I-</span></span><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="dna8j-0-2"><span data-text="true">”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3borh-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3borh-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3borh-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Yesss she does! What a good girl!”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1k2q7-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1k2q7-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1k2q7-0-0"><span data-text="true">“It seems a great idea. It looks like there’s room for all six to be climbing, crawling, sliding, and see-sawing at once.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="74q3n-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="74q3n-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="74q3n-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Aw lucky Penny is going to have so much fun! Do you see how much better it is when we’re just honest about what we want sweetheart?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9j4b8-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9j4b8-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9j4b8-0-0"><span data-text="true">Penny was at a loss for words. Loreline wrapped her in a hug and gave her a big kiss.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="39bjo-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="39bjo-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="39bjo-0-0"><span data-text="true">“You’re pretty good with them.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="g2h8-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="g2h8-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="g2h8-0-0"><span data-text="true">“I did a lot of babysitting,” Loreline explained, standing back up.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6o9ca-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6o9ca-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6o9ca-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Hrm.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1vl8d-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1vl8d-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1vl8d-0-0"><span data-text="true">She was just finishing up on their order when her boss entered the store.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="a9f47-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="a9f47-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="a9f47-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Oh thank goodness, Mrs Kensington, it’s been-”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1u6u7-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1u6u7-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1u6u7-0-0"><span data-text="true">“I heard, and thought it might be.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="e9835-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="e9835-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="e9835-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline blinked, then remembered.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7bd37-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7bd37-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7bd37-0-0"><span data-text="true">“I have a closing delivery window, and David still isn’t back. Are you here to stay?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bfdn3-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bfdn3-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bfdn3-0-0"><span data-text="true">She nodded, and let her go.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="et8gj-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="et8gj-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="et8gj-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline pulled the first woman’s order from their warehouse into a van. Little Millie was going to like the bouncer chair she was getting. Well, she’d at least look cute in it and the grownups would like it.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8poho-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8poho-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8poho-0-0"><span data-text="true">Oh course, Loreline still had to unpack everything once she was there. She didn’t delay, and got onto the road in moments. Two removalist trucks were entering town. What a wild day.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="97ti6-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="97ti6-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="97ti6-0-0"><span data-text="true">At the lights, she glanced over, and saw a man and woman standing by their parked car while reading a map. Behind them was a figure in a carseat, who might have been a Little, she couldn’t tell.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="47m1t-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="47m1t-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="47m1t-0-0"><span data-text="true">She left the busier town centre, and was soon curving to the lakes. Along the way, she fiddled with the radio.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="cia8p-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="cia8p-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="cia8p-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">“-city’s new mayor, who has pledged to lower school occupancy.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="32jeu-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="32jeu-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="32jeu-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">“How’s he intend to do that?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fv1mo-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fv1mo-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fv1mo-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">“First with a fifty million injection into the school fund. Second with a move to train more substitute teachers.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="84q4d-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="84q4d-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="84q4d-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline nodded along.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7n3g5-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7n3g5-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7n3g5-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">“And finally, by clamping down on adoptions.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="26vjs-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="26vjs-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="26vjs-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline made a face.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2c050-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2c050-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2c050-0-0"><span data-text="true">She arrived at the address, and helped them set up in a flurry of activity.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="75lmt-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="75lmt-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="75lmt-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Oh I’d love to stay,” she said, staring longingly at Millie poking at the mesh of her new playpen, looking shy and embarrassed. “And I might drop by and see how things are going soon when everything has quieted down, but right now the store is very busy.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ag7mn-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ag7mn-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ag7mn-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Of course. You’ve been a big help. I’ll give you a good recommendation if it ever comes up.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="10vv8-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="10vv8-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="10vv8-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline smiled, and raced back to the car.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3g61m-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3g61m-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3g61m-0-0"><span data-text="true">Goodness, it was good that she’d squeezed herself into the extra large training pants, not having time to hunt for bathrooms. Though it was somewhat playing with fire if any of the Amazons caught her... Did she </span></span><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3g61m-0-1" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">want</span></span><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3g61m-0-2"><span data-text="true"> to be caught? No of course not, things like that didn’t even really happen and were more something from the kinky stories she read online.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1t7d0-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1t7d0-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1t7d0-0-0"><span data-text="true">She pulled out of the residential street, and was back on the main road.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="d7cfc-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="d7cfc-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="d7cfc-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">“Oh, well if that’s what it takes.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="345or-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="345or-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="345or-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">“Well, what drew some anger is that it was implemented on his first day in office. All adoptions in the city need to go through that childcare department, and only if their investigation supports it as absolutely necessary. Some are saying the policy is typical bureaucratic nonsense detached from the real world and would never find the relevant proof by checking social media and such.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="aqrgi-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="aqrgi-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="aqrgi-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">“Oh, I heard some immature types voted for him because he wanted to make adoption illegal.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="a6enk-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="a6enk-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="a6enk-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">“Nonsense, and that’s why children shouldn’t vote and the enrolment age should be lifted. Next we’ll be voting for candy stores on every corner.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9ittp-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9ittp-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9ittp-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">“But didn’t he say-”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="c3ot3-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="c3ot3-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="c3ot3-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">“I assure you that is nonsense. The mayor has four Little daughters himself.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1sdbt-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1sdbt-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1sdbt-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">“Oh.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="aa218-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="aa218-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="aa218-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">“If anything, those who voted for that basis most likely only got what their immaturity deserves.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2g3cs-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2g3cs-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2g3cs-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">“What do you mean?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="59pq8-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="59pq8-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="59pq8-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">“Well there’s a technicality in the legislation. The fuzzy right to adopt ends today at midnight. The legislation only covers the city limits, so long as would-be parents adopt those in need who they’ve had their eyes on before the end of the day, and move just outside the city...”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8hn17-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8hn17-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8hn17-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">“Oh, I did see quite a few removalist trucks today. Though where are they all going?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="33l10-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="33l10-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="33l10-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">“Everywhere. So long as their families are together. I think a bunch of kids got exactly what they voted for…”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="29dk1-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="29dk1-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="29dk1-0-0"><span data-text="true">---</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="865n2-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="865n2-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="865n2-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline pulled the delivery van up to a mansion at the edge of sunset.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7l65m-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7l65m-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7l65m-0-0"><span data-text="true">Goodness, her arms were tired.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="dsb0h-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="dsb0h-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="dsb0h-0-0"><span data-text="true">The expensive black limo of the new owners arrived a moment later. Just in time.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="e80db-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="e80db-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="e80db-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline went to greet them, and shook the hands of the wealthy new homeowners.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3fhse-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3fhse-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3fhse-0-0"><span data-text="true">She crouched down, and saw five very flustered girls strapped into carseats. There was no doubt that they were all messy, after a very big day.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fvj9v-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fvj9v-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fvj9v-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Shall I help you take them in?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7p3dm-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7p3dm-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7p3dm-0-0"><span data-text="true">“That would be wonderful.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ft7kd-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ft7kd-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ft7kd-0-0"><span data-text="true">She climbed into the limo, and smiled at the girls. She didn’t want to play favourites, and instead unbuckled the furthest girl.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1c0t0-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1c0t0-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1c0t0-0-0"><span data-text="true">She noticed that they all had rather professional haircuts, though some were tied into short pigtails or had pink clips.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6ahrj-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6ahrj-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6ahrj-0-0"><span data-text="true">Her girl however still had her brunette bob cut intact, and had quite a fierce look in her brown eyes.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="a20r3-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="a20r3-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="a20r3-0-0"><span data-text="true">She seemed familiar. Yes, she was that lawyer who ran ads supporting the new mayor candidate, saying that his policies would quickly set things right.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="d6bgg-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="d6bgg-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="d6bgg-0-0"><span data-text="true">Well she wasn’t wrong.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="f79l8-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="f79l8-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="f79l8-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline gave a bounce beneath her messy bottom, confirming that the diaper was all naturally filled. She hadn’t even had an enema, and had probably just started the day with a fibre bar never imagining that she might end it in diapers.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="apcce-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="apcce-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="apcce-0-0"><span data-text="true">Or maybe she did expect. Loreline could never be quite sure what people were thinking.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4c5am-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4c5am-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4c5am-0-0"><span data-text="true">She spent a moment to hike her own wet training panties back up against the edge of the limo as she passed. Goodness, she hoped she hadn’t leaked, or the newcomers would have just gotten a good view. But they had enough girls to take care of anyway.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="e2m7e-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="e2m7e-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="e2m7e-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Where shall I take her?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="d21j4-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="d21j4-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="d21j4-0-0"><span data-text="true">“That’s a built-in play area in the nursery, with a low wall around it which she shouldn’t be able to get out of.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3d485-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3d485-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3d485-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline nodded, and went exploring through the house.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="egp0g-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="egp0g-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="egp0g-0-0"><span data-text="true">Goodness, it was nice.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="d9eo3-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="d9eo3-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="d9eo3-0-0"><span data-text="true">“What a lucky girl,” she cooed, ”Getting to live in such a nice big house with your Mommy and Daddy.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="d6e2v-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="d6e2v-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="d6e2v-0-0"><span data-text="true">The girl frowned, but held her tongue.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="drjv9-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="drjv9-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="drjv9-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline laughed, and gave her another bounce. She’d heard plenty of that posh little voice in the TV ads.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="34pgl-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="34pgl-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="34pgl-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Oh! And look! It’s the biggest nursery I’ve ever seen!”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="e0064-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="e0064-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="e0064-0-0"><span data-text="true">She wasn’t exaggerating, and she’d seen a lot of nurseries.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ehb4s-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ehb4s-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ehb4s-0-0"><span data-text="true">Across the oddly-shaped room, the walls extruded and opened to a gap with a low wall, which led into a penned-in area.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="97h71-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="97h71-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="97h71-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Oh I just don’t want to let you go. You might get scared waiting for the others in there. But then, since you’re first you can explore it.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3sfe8-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3sfe8-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3sfe8-0-0"><span data-text="true">There was nothing to explore, it was empty and they could see the whole space</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8idg6-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8idg6-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8idg6-0-0"><span data-text="true">She placed the brunette down in the carpeted pen anyway.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="f0nca-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="f0nca-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="f0nca-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Can you show me how many steps it takes you to reach the other side?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="duoia-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="duoia-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="duoia-0-0"><span data-text="true">The Little hesitated, knowing that a spanking likely awaited if she disobeyed.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3h47k-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3h47k-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3h47k-0-0"><span data-text="true">She took a hesitant step - perhaps her first since going into diapers - and then another, and another.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="63uke-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="63uke-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="63uke-0-0"><span data-text="true">In a way, her short angled bob cut made it more hilarious. Even as she did her best to make herself look like an adult, it just didn’t work when the rest of her was revealed in its proper state.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="b0gik-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="b0gik-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="b0gik-0-0"><span data-text="true">She could only waddle, it was adorable. Of course, she was trying to manage her full diaper situation too.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bkgu0-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bkgu0-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bkgu0-0-0"><span data-text="true">It felt far longer than it likely was by the time she reached the wall.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="e6rio-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="e6rio-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="e6rio-0-0"><span data-text="true">“You did it! Did you count your steps?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2p7i4-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2p7i4-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2p7i4-0-0"><span data-text="true">The Little looked panicked.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bkcsa-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bkcsa-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bkcsa-0-0"><span data-text="true">“N-No…”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="51rc9-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="51rc9-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="51rc9-0-0"><span data-text="true">There was that cute voice!</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4e1p9-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4e1p9-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4e1p9-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Aw, that’s okay. I did. It’s plenty, even if you get some big toys. Now come back to me sweetie, I want to say goodbye.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="chdq0-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="chdq0-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="chdq0-0-0"><span data-text="true">Was it her imagination, or did the Little run back? Frowning, but wanting that kiss, or perhaps just trying to limit how long she spent waddling in that dirty diaper.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6ian6-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6ian6-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="6ian6-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline gave her the kisses, though held back on tickling her. Bringing out her little laugh somehow felt like territory for the parents to first cross. They’d probably waited forever, until the uptight Little lawyer had let her guard down thinking the laws were set.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="65k50-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="65k50-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="65k50-0-0"><span data-text="true">The mother entered with a girl in each arm, and beamed down at the sight of the diapered lawyer waiting in her playpen.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="50lma-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="50lma-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="50lma-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Oh this town is just perfect. The perfect place to start over for all of us.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8l4eu-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8l4eu-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8l4eu-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline smiled. “I heard that it’s being renamed to </span></span><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8l4eu-0-1" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">Sanctuary</span></span><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8l4eu-0-2"><span data-text="true">.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2nev-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2nev-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="2nev-0-0"><span data-text="true">The mother secured her next two girls into the playpen - her breath bated like she’d waited an eternity - and smiled.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="702tq-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="702tq-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="702tq-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Yes it is… And it’s perfectly true.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8e59j-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8e59j-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8e59j-0-0"><span data-text="true">---</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="65n5q-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="65n5q-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="65n5q-0-0"><span data-text="true">By the time Loreline reached Cribs’n’Things, she was exhausted. The sun was down. A thousand dirty diapers had been dropped into diaper pails in houses which had been empty for years until the day before. It was amazing how fast the rich part of society could move.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3m3cd-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3m3cd-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3m3cd-0-0"><span data-text="true">Her boss locked up the store, and offered to give her a ride home rather than catch the bus.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="omqi-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="omqi-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="omqi-0-0"><span data-text="true">She didn’t realize something was off until they pulled up outside her boss’s estate.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="t3j1-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="t3j1-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="t3j1-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Um, Mrs Kensington, did you forget to take me home?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bnf4s-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bnf4s-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bnf4s-0-0"><span data-text="true">“We are home sweetie.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="84c60-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="84c60-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="84c60-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline frowned, and wriggled.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4lee1-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4lee1-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4lee1-0-0"><span data-text="true">Her boss’s hand was snaking into her work pants, and investigating the white and pink trainer panties there.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="g0gc-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="g0gc-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="g0gc-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Um Mrs Kensington, I can explain.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fpjeq-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fpjeq-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fpjeq-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Of course. I know. A lot of parents noticed how good you are with kids today. There were a lot of comments.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="a2eu-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="a2eu-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="a2eu-0-0"><span data-text="true">“No it’s not like that, I mean it was just a long day, and-”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="40cp-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="40cp-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="40cp-0-0"><span data-text="true">“And I think somebody never quite got over babysitting. I think my daughter’s room hasn’t changed since she was a teenager and moved to college, and maybe it was for a reason…”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="brsi5-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="brsi5-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="brsi5-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline frowned.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1ua0n-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1ua0n-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="1ua0n-0-0"><span data-text="true">“A teenager?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3pvpk-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3pvpk-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3pvpk-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Of course. That’s what people expect when they hire a local babysitter. And, goodness, it seems you’re going to be getting a lot of work on that front. We’ll have to make sure it doesn’t interfere with your schoolwork.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="afhs8-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="afhs8-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="afhs8-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline paled.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7tgnd-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7tgnd-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7tgnd-0-0"><span data-text="true">“School… work?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bcgid-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bcgid-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="bcgid-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Well there can’t be a teenage babysitter in the neighbourhood who isn’t enrolled at the school, with a uniform and homework to take to her babysitting jobs. Of course, I think you should still have a part-time real job at the store at least one afternoon a week. Any more would look awkward giving those hours to my own daughter. Now what do we way?”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fsedi-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fsedi-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fsedi-0-0"><span data-text="true">“Um… Mrs Kensington, it was just a bit of a fantasy. I don’t really want-”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5cgt5-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5cgt5-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="5cgt5-0-0"><span data-text="true">“What do we say, young lady? So help me I will tan that bottom if you’re going to be a disagreeable teenager tonight.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3sfon-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3sfon-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="3sfon-0-0"><span data-text="true">“I… Yes mother.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="33qom-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="33qom-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="33qom-0-0"><span data-text="true">“See? It’s not so bad when you just accept what you want. Now come on, I’ll cook you dinner and then we can find you some plastic pants for the night.”</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="elkh7-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="elkh7-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="elkh7-0-0"><span data-text="true">---</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9i96b-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9i96b-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="9i96b-0-0"><span data-text="true">Party decorations, speakers, and jumping castles dotted the waterfront parklands. Sanctuary was to have its first yearly party.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7vh3c-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7vh3c-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7vh3c-0-0"><span data-text="true">Upmarket furniture waited outdoors with the high society in attendance.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="23fa5-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="23fa5-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="23fa5-0-0"><span data-text="true">A small group of hired musicians strummed guitars at one end of the park.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="f7iui-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="f7iui-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="f7iui-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline chased a bunch of squealing Littles, while parents stood at the edges supervising.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="a2v0q-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="a2v0q-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="a2v0q-0-0"><span data-text="true">Naughty little Veronica Black, once a lawyer, fell on her bottom and gasped. She hadn’t been squealing, only trying to stay from being caught.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fr0ec-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fr0ec-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="fr0ec-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline grinned and descended on her, dressed as a big yellow duck.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ddfn9-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ddfn9-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ddfn9-0-0"><span data-text="true">She caught Vee easily as the girl tried to get back up, and soon had her dressed in a yellow duck costume too.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="f46bq-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="f46bq-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="f46bq-0-0"><span data-text="true">She had to join the line trailing Loreline, and the chase continued.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8vtsl-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8vtsl-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="8vtsl-0-0"><span data-text="true">The Littles who weren’t caught didn’t have to wear the tiny versions of the costumes. As one, they went to the banks to watch the real ducklings swim by. Technically she should be taking notes for a school assignment, but didn’t want to think about school today, or any day really.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="52v02-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="52v02-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="52v02-0-0"><span data-text="true">She helped the parents and nannies collect up their Littles, and saw a bunch of bottles and just as many boobs come out.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7p2ai-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7p2ai-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="7p2ai-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline just hoped that none of them had listened too closely. The costume was expensive, and her ‘Mom’ had insisted on diapers rather than her various training panties. Of course, she would just tell her charges that her diaper was nothing like their own, which was true.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ef0h6-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ef0h6-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="ef0h6-0-0"><span data-text="true">Loreline sat on the grass, and ignored a faint squish.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="jwLWP _2hXa7 _1tvZk _1iFR7 public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr" data-block="true" data-editor="journalBody" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4ntf6-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4ntf6-0-0"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="4ntf6-0-0"><span data-text="true">It wasn’t the worst upgrade since last year, for any of them.</span></span></span></div></div></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">-- </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">If you'd like to read and support more stories like this, feel free to come join my Patreon for the price of a slightly larger cookie per month </span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="1" data-offset-key="foo-0-0"><span data-text="true"></span></span><a class="_2qJYG _1zVUL" href="https://www.patreon.com/ausdpr" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span data-empty="0" data-focused="0" data-offset-key="foo-1-0" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span data-text="true">https://www.patreon.com/ausdpr</span></span></a></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p>Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-63197597300509663072020-12-12T00:04:00.006-08:002020-12-12T00:04:51.782-08:00Happy Diapers<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfokDmwrJTUd1rDoRPmLQYamecsSsygkoVOd1cpslCohxmVmDf-Np1c06ZvQ22IvPvmQSbwQMVb_ztcie3QoPJ_ua48A6iI75hq5CAm0tfv36SNe2lpWLTcMvQnXafjEgc_8Vy8NEb6MM/s3333/Ausdpr_HappyDiaps_Standalone.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1833" data-original-width="3333" height="352" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfokDmwrJTUd1rDoRPmLQYamecsSsygkoVOd1cpslCohxmVmDf-Np1c06ZvQ22IvPvmQSbwQMVb_ztcie3QoPJ_ua48A6iI75hq5CAm0tfv36SNe2lpWLTcMvQnXafjEgc_8Vy8NEb6MM/w640-h352/Ausdpr_HappyDiaps_Standalone.png" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>
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<br />Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-77109259276685819112019-10-22T22:30:00.000-07:002019-10-22T22:30:27.637-07:00Little Princess (Repost)<span style="font-family: inherit;">This is an old, unfinished story, which I'm re-posting because somebody asked and it disappeared during the DailyDiapers forum crash. This is loosely inspired by the character of Princess Azula<br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Chapter 1 – Usurper<br /><br /><br />Anita rode her horse hard. From behind her came the frantic yells of her retinue, begging her to slow down. But the capital was in sight, there was no need for such caution now. Leaving them fretting in her dust, her mouth began to curl into the usual sadistic grin which snuck across her face whenever she caused others to suffer. She loved being cruel, it fed on her ideology that it was a harsh world, and that her actions demonstrated her rightful position atop of it.<br /><br />Amongst other things, Princess Anita was returning a war hero. The eastern war had been a smashing success, practically guaranteeing her country’s domination of the known world within several years, and she had been there in the middle of it as the commander. “Let’s see Father ignore that,” she told herself smugly, quelling the deeply nestled fury that came with remembering how he ignored her.<br /><br />Anita was always gifted, a prodigy child some had said. But she was a girl, and her father had wanted a boy. He seemed happy to use her, to send her out to win wars. But when it came to actually respecting her - to considering her a viable candidate for the throne - he seemed to always overlook her. They had no relationship; to him she was his puppet, and to her he was just another player in her game for the crown. It was a game which had seen her mother banished when she was very young - an act which the cruel Anita had internally cheered while declaring her mother weak.<br /><br />She was furious with her Father’s lack of respect however, even now it hurt. Her eyes narrowed, her nose screwed, and her bottom lip began to form a pout only ever seen in private. Gritting her teeth, she cruelly dug her heels into the horse’s side, speeding her journey and shortening the wait until a suitable distraction from her deep fury. She took it out on others – she knew that she did but she enjoyed it regardless. While on the outside she might often seem the sweet princess - now a stunning young woman - in reality, anybody that spent significant time around her discovered that she was a world-first unrivalled bitch. She constantly played off others against themselves, using her position and influence to insert herself into upper class social circles, and intimidate both men and women. She would lash out with her expertly cruel tongue whenever she saw the opportunity arise, and enjoy it entirely.<br /><br />The horse’s hooves hit paved stone. She was flying through the streets of the capital now. Anita was surprised to find herself hit with the smallest amount of sentimental familiarity, finding returning to the capital to be comforting, like returning to a home. She had grown up here she reasoned, and had been away for months. Ahead the palace loomed, the sight filling her with a small sense of dread, but also fuelling her constant hunger for power. Riding toward it now she, found herself feeling on top of the world, smugly confident that it would one day be hers, by birthright.<br /><br />To most she passed, Anita was a red blur. She was wearing a very light suit of feminised battle armour, made largely of flexible cloth with a few leather and steel guards, and a black ponytail sailed out behind her ducked head. Passing through the homes and business districts of some of the nation’s wealthiest families, she finally came upon the palace itself.<br /><br />Anita was well ahead of her guard and retinue when she reached the gate. Her always towering ego saw an opportunity to cruelly test the guards, and she continued straight past the gate’s watch in the hope of tricking a poor sap into the grave mistake of halting and insulting the princess. She hadn’t been to the city in months, and sure enough they didn’t immediately recognise her. Her mouth twisted into a cruelly satisfied grin again as one of the guards yelled out for her to halt, and was joined by others as they ran to block her off.<br /><br />She slowed her horse to a trot, and waited smugly for them to surround her. She intended to let them dig their hole before lashing out with her stinging tongue, and possibly even retributive power, if any of them so displeased her.<br /><br />However the stupid minions didn’t seem to be picking up on it, and were even grabbing for the leather strap that ran her horse’s neck. In an instant her eyes narrowed, and her top lip curled into a snarl.<br /><br />“How dare you touch the Princess’s mount without permission!” she hissed, genuinely angry now that one of them had touched her steed, and had completely forgotten that it was her own fault as she maintained her glare.<br /><br />A guard to her front side, who appeared to not be any more senior amongst the group, begun to offer a surprised apology, “We didn’t… expect you back so soon, m’lady,” he offered, a little too casually.<br /><br />“You were, however, expected today,” he continued, “if you will follow us?” he inquired inquisitively. He seemed rather un put-out by all of this, Anita fumed, considering he was party to the group who had just insulted the Princess. Anita decided that he would need to be punished for improper respect, later, once she had settled. These city guards weren’t yet used to treating her with the divine respect that she expected.<br /><br />“I will return to my chambers, and visit the reception chambers when ready,” she brushed him off.<br /><br />“It’s by order of his highness, m’lady,” he said, a little too dereverantly, with a hint of sternness. She was displeased yet again – but, the King had requested her? That was good news. That he had specifically requested to welcome the returning war hero, who just so happened to be his only valid heir to the throne. Anita’s resolve tightened, and she instantly begun to prepare herself for whatever ceremony might be ahead that she could twist to her favour.<br /><br />“Fine,” she said, as if uninterested, still fully intending to see that her justice was carried out on the guard when possible. At a trot they set off, the guards flanking the princess. Lost in thought for a moment, she almost didn’t realise that something seemed off. After a moment she found herself uneased, unused to such discomfort in her own element. While she tried to maintain a dignified composure, something about the situation led her to darting her glance to the left and right, above and around, trying to spot anything that seemed amiss.<br /><br />After a moment she realised. It was strange that the guards were flanking her, it was unlike an escort for a privileged princess. Their formation and movements weren’t deferential, it was more like they were escorting a prisoner who wouldn’t be allowed to escape. She began to feel unusual nervousness, her stomach tightening and palms misting, still unsure if anything was necessarily wrong.<br /><br />When they reached the main outer doors leading to the great hall, the throne room itself, the ease did not let up, as the guards maintained their circle once she demounted her horse. Nobody offered to help, and no servant her brought her a refreshment.<br /><br />“Guard,” she said, turning slightly with apparent disinterest to the same one who had spoken to her earlier, “I have not been attended, send for a drink, and perhaps a change of clothes.”<br /><br />Instead of replying, he simply ushered a hand towards the main throne room, and instructed “This way.” Raw rage ran through her, nobody so ignored her, The Princess, like that. But at the same time the feeling of unease increased. Something was wrong. Anita didn’t handle wrong well, she expected to always win, and in an instant she replaced her fear with rage. Whatever was in her way, she would crush.<br /><br />Maintaining her dignified exterior, she tramped on foot towards the looming outer doors, still flanked by guards. Thoughts ran through her calculating mind, she intended to come out of this well off, as always. Could her father be angry with her? She was a hero, she told herself angrily, if the fool was angry than perhaps it would indicate that it was time for a new ruler on the throne. Queen Anita had a nice ring to it, she thought, especially at such a young age.<br /><br />The heavy doors were swung open, revealing a darkness beyond in comparison to the bright light of the mid morning. Anita didn’t miss a step as she marched in, even feeling more confident with each step. She did not accept losing, this would be a cinch, even if she didn’t know what exactly she faced yet. She had torn apart the egos of many high-society girls and princess alike - she was not afraid of her father.<br /><br />Her eyes adjusted as they approached closer to the throne. Looking to her sides, she noted that the room was rather empty of any semblance of a court in session, and seemed to only be manned with guards lining the walls. There wasn’t even any hint of the kingdom’s ultimate crust of nobles here to greet her she fumed. How she loved showing them up, feeding on their envy and rage, and now none would see her first presentation upon returning home a military hero.<br /><br />She didn’t particularly like her father, and was not so enthusiastic to see him. Eventually when she had almost reached the elevated throne itself, she looked up to make eye contact with the King himself, presenting her best daughterly smile to the nearly unknown man that was her father.<br /><br />Except it wasn’t him.<br /><br />Sitting upon the throne, a little too rigidly, was a young man. Little more than a boy it seemed, though not necessarily any younger than herself. With jet black hair and the King’s crown of gold sitting confidently upon his head, he looked down at her with stern but confused eyes.<br /><br />She froze, her momentary confident smile nearly wiped clean.<br /><br />“Hello cousin,” he said flatly, not betraying a hint of emotion.<br /><br />Edward. Her exiled cousin Edward was sitting upon the throne. Her throne. Anita’s eyes widened and her stomach tightened with rage, quickly reaching an intensity which she very rarely experienced.<br /><br />Anita stood perfectly still for a moment, her shocked silence masking her internal battle. She was unsure exactly what this meant, but she immediately knew that it was going to cause her problems. In the moment of silence, her face slowly crept towards the aggressive snarl she so often wore.<br /><br />Prince Edward motioned to the guards, and they fanned out to line the sides of the chamber, apparently less worried about the princess escaping now that she was in a closed room. As the last of the guards took to his post and the clattering of armour quieted down, the princess recomposed herself. Anita, being the flexible manipulator that she was, had already rediscovered her eternally confident self. She blurted out the first thought that came to her mind.<br /><br />“You were exiled!”<br /><br />“Yes.”<br /><br />His face and tone revealed nothing.<br /><br />“And so why are you sitting on the throne?” she demanded, edging towards one of her hysterias.<br /><br />“Why do you think?” He held his eyes steady, steeled against insolence, but also revealing a hint of amusement.<br /><br />“Because you’re a traitor and have stolen the crown, that’s what!” she spat back, only half in control of her calculating nature, and resorting to her more primal indignant rage.<br /><br />“Funny,” he said calmly, “given that the crown was stolen by our mutual great grandfather, who everybody now calls a hero.”<br /><br />“You’re not a hero like he was,” she glared back, “he was a conqueror.”<br /><br />“He started a never-ending war, which has cost us generations of lives.”<br /><br />She was incredulous. Such traitorous talk from the likes of those too sappily romantic regarding the importance of the commoner’s life, it was nothing next to the power that conquest gave kings.<br /><br />“Funny how it’s all so ‘bad’ to the man who happens to have been fighting on the losing side his whole life,” she taunted.<br /><br />It didn’t work, he was unmoved.<br /><br />“No. It’s very unfunny how ok you are with it you are. She who just so happened to be on the winning side.”<br /><br />Anita scoffed. She only knew victory, and had towering confidence in her guaranteed success in all endeavours. That she was on the winning side was just further proof of her superiority, in her mind, that the idea that her actions could possibly be wrong was not something which she would ever bother to consider. She emphasised with nobody, and saw no other as her equal, only subservient subjects and game pieces to be used toward her own glory.<br /><br />“How did you get the throne?” she asked, genuinely disinterested with his previous statement, and changing the topic to more pressing matters. She did not know how to deal with being thwarted, but with her towering ego, she remained confident that she would easily be sitting on the throne soon enough, despite all this.<br /><br />He took some time to answer. “It may surprise you,” he began, “ - but it was the people. The people worked to bring me back. The people wanted an end to this endless war, and the people are the ones who secretly begged me to become their king, even despite my initial refusal to sit on such a dirtied throne.”<br /><br />Anita felt nauseous with rage. Traitors throughout her kingdom, she would root them all out.<br /><br />Edward continued. “My coronation is a week from now, Anita. They wanted me, you could never rule them - nobody wants you to be queen. I rule by the will of the people.”<br /><br />Anita glared and spat back, “I would cut them down like flies, and show them true power!” She was incensed that there had been an entire rebellion which occurred under her nose - her the great plotter and manipulator, who had known nothing about it while she was gone. They must have worked hard to keep her command out of the loop, Anita had spies everywhere, but, she realised with distaste, they were all focused toward the war during her campaign.<br /><br />Edward sat back, contemplating her threat to the people. Her surety of being able to rule by fear.<br /><br />“Maybe,” he said sadly, revealing to Anita that the fool even cared for the stupid cattle, disgusted that he didn’t understand that they existed only to elevate the more deserving Royalty.<br /><br />“Or, more likely,” he continued, “you would create a great deal of sadness and pain, and would be pulled from the throne anyway.”<br /><br />Anita scoffed. It was her right to rule. She was the best. Such a rebellion would never succeed. She changed the subject again.<br /><br />“Where is the true king?”<br /><br />“In prison, facing trial.” Edward answered, revealing a small hint of anger when he discussed the man.<br /><br />“It’s going to be long and difficult, and he’ll likely not live very long if the people have their way,” he continued, the fool seemed sad again. “Despite my misgivings about the man, I intend to see that he lives.”<br /><br />The talk of mercy only made Anita more furious. She felt it insulted her somehow, it was not something she could understand.<br /><br />“You know this will never – “ she began.<br /><br />“Shut up.” He warned her.<br /><br />She was stunned, and then furious, nobody talked to her that way.<br /><br />“I swear I will make you regret ever – “<br /><br />“You are not going to be doing anything,” he said, a little smugly. “You are my prisoner now.” <br /><br />The point brought her back to reality, when she realised with the sickening realisation that she was surrounded by guards, in a hostile king’s court. It tore at her confidence, her casual belief in her guaranteed success. She spent a moment in sneering silence, quickly contemplating exactly what she should do now.<br /><br />And with that, she was off, sprinting for an open window which the guards had not thought to stand between.<br /><br />Behind her they started, but she was fast. Being a prodigy child in most every area, she was a capable runner in her own right.<br /><br />She took a flying leap and managed to hook onto the adult-sized window’s lower edge. The previously unknown condition of sweaty palms betrayed her however, and confidence turned to shock when she lost her grip and fell, tripped, and landed on her rear. For the first time in her life, Anita seemed to not be succeeding.<br /><br />In a panic, she threw herself at the window again, latching onto an outcropping brick with two hands and scrambling wildly. Feet and derrière flailed with increasing hysteria, but the guards were upon her - and hands around her waist they were pulling her down.<br /><br />“No!” she screamed, several times, as strong around her middle pulled her further away. “No!” she thrashed, having never been so handled.<br /><br />“Anita!” Edward boomed with unsure confidence. “You stay still this instant!”<br /><br />The command had no effect, and she was only growing wilder.<br /><br />Soon the guard had her pinned and a fat man in a monk’s robe approached with a small bowl. A strange liquid was forced into the wild princess’s mouth, and with some spluttering most even managed to make it down her throat. A few furious tears escaped her face as she began to understand that she was powerless, that things were not going to work out the way she expected for perhaps the first time ever. She was unstoppable in her own mind, but that confidence was meeting an infuriating reality.<br /><br />Whatever they had forced her to digest caused her to quickly numb. Anita was dragged on her armoured knees and unceremoniously dropped before Prince Edward still sitting upon the throne. Where she kneeled, a small amount of drool escaping her slackening mouth, and she found herself desperately hoping that the story of this would never reach the social circles that she often so cruelly taunted.<br /><br />Edward descended from his podium and moved closer to the princess’s side, where he crouched calmly in stark contrast to the slightly slobbering girl on her knees. At this close range he could talk softly without the guards at the edge of the room hearing, and he began to whisper quietly into her ear.<br /><br />“Do you remember,” he begun “when we were kids? How I was older, and was always trying to protect you? To help you?”<br /><br />She didn’t answer, and just glared at the back edge of his head of hair sitting next to her face. Furiously she did her best, but was too numb to do anything.<br /><br />He continued, “You hurt me so bad, even then. You began demanding that I diminish myself. To serve on you. You got me in trouble all the time, and made me give you my favourite toy, just to ‘prove my loyalty’.” He trailed off on that thought for a moment, clearly sad.<br /><br />“So what?” Anita hissed back angrily. “Why complain? I’m your superior and you should have been more willing to see it. Oh did poor baby Edward feel upset that somebody was better than him?” She laughed a little, although it came out more as a gurgle to her embarrassment.<br /><br />He stopped, and turned his head to now look directly at her. She was beautiful, he surprisingly noticed. If she ever did get out, she might even have some success at leading a rebellion if people took to rallying behind the pretty queen - even though they hated her father. He knew that he must protect them from that at all costs. Anita, as she was now, was a monster. She could not be let out there.<br /><br />“And do you remember how you declared that I was disloyal in front of the king one day, said that I was trying to depose you and command you? When all I was trying to do, was calmly talk to you about being more understanding, about being more careful before making demands.” He sounded a little angry now, Anita enjoyed hearing how easily she had hurt him, how much power she had.<br /><br />With a step he moved to her centre, looking her dead in the eye. “That got me exiled Anita. And for years I still held onto hope that you might have seen how wrong of you that was, how cruel your actions were.”<br /><br />She didn’t feel very elegant as she managed to look past him and scoff. She’d made her point about her royal claim, meaning he was just dead wrong she decided, and wasn’t sure if she could even formulate a response in her state if she tried.<br /><br />He looked sad, but then steadied himself, and proceeded to stand again at full height.<br /><br />“After you made me give up my favourite toy, I was upset. My nanny consoled me, and said you were a wicked child. I told her no, that you were just being a bit silly, but that I still cared for you. Loved you.”<br /><br />Nothing seemed to be getting through to her, but she was definitely hearing the words, so he continued.<br /><br />“After you got me exiled, my nanny comforted me, and said again and again that you were a wicked naughty child. That she would spank your ass raw if she ever could. She even swore, in fact, that if one day she ever got a hold of you, she would re-raise you from the little monster that you were, to be a nicer, proper girl.”<br /><br />Anita didn’t like this conversation. It was annoying and overly sentimental. She managed to look up at him and sneer, “So what? I’m all grown up now, it’s a bit too late for that, joke’s on you.”<br /><br />“Is it?” he wondered out loud, trailing off.<br /><br />Anita felt she was winning this stupid tat. He was, after all, revealing a stupid wishy washy weakness, talking only nonsense about hopeful dreams long since passed.<br /><br />“Well your Nanny isn’t around now is she,” she mocked, hissing.<br /><br />“No, she isn’t,” he replied sadly, “she’s retired now, and I don’t think disturbing her would be the nicest thing to do. I’m sure she’ll be proud enough once she finds out about my ascension, about my coronation next week.”<br /><br />“But I do think it was an excellent idea, a very good idea in fact. Imagine, re-raising the most horrible princess in the world, having her grow up again to be the sweet angel cousin I never had!”<br /><br />He was nuts and stupid, she thought smugly. She wished they could get back to more direct matters, instead of this childhood fantasy.<br /><br />“That is why,” he continued, “I found a new Nanny. A better Nanny, considering. She’s larger, very large, and strong! And she’s fully open to the idea. She’s a bit younger too, which is good because it could be a many years-long job, considering it normally takes eighteen after all. Nor is she personally invested with all that anger at you, which is preferable, since her job is not about hating you, but is purely about re-rais –“<br /><br />The colour completely drained from Anita’s face. “Wait,” she interrupted, not sure that she wanted to hear the answer but having to ask anyway, “ - you got me a nanny?”<br /><br />There was a long pause. Anita looked genuinely fearful for perhaps the first time in her life. It was outside the realm of anything that she ever expected or imagined - sounding genuinely humiliating to a young lady of such power and propriety.<br /><br />It took him a moment to respond, locking his eyes with her avoidant gaze until she bought her vision to meet him. <br /><br />Edward simply answered “Yes.”<br /> <br />Chapter 2 – Trial by Spanking<br /><br /><br />Anita wore a snarl as she was marched down a corridor by a single guard, Edward trailing not far behind. Her hands were tied behind her back, and the numbing potion that they had fed her was still largely keeping her subdued. She stumbled and tripped, often deliberately, but the guard always kept her upright. The spoiled princess was not used to failure however, and kept struggling, expecting at any moment to make her glorious escape.<br /><br />They were moving toward the centre back of the palace, approaching the entrances to the several separate wings which jutted from the sides of the many-sided building.<br /><br />Anita’s blood ran cold when they stopped in front of two large wooden doors with a curved top. She recognised this place, though she had not been here for many years.<br /><br />“The Royal Nursery” Edward announced happily, apparently now allowing himself to display his previously subdued pleasure.<br /><br />Anita knew it well, they had grown up there together, before he was exiled. It was designed to protect royal heirs, which meant that nobody got in, but at the same time, nobody got out. Anita had tried, when she was much smaller and able to fit through gaps more easily. She knew what a good prison it would make, from experience.<br /><br />She felt a similar pang of calming nostalgia to that which had filled her when she had first entered the capital. The very memory of the place made her feel small, and she could almost smell the talcum scented rooms again. Though more strongly she sensed an overwhelming impending humiliation, and an incredible desire to flee.<br /><br />As if reading her mind, Edward answered the question racing through her head, “There’ll be guards stationed at both the entrance and the hidden entrance at all times. I’ve even restored the garden terrace balcony, but I assure you that the stone wall is impossible to climb.”<br /><br />Anita knew it was, the slick wall stood three times an adult’s height and made of the smoothest stone, nobody had ever succeeded. Besides, it just led into the gardens of the castle grounds anyway. There were still more walls after that. Even somebody of her skills would struggle if she reached it that far.<br /><br />Her brow furrowed, Anita simply stared at the doors, willing herself to not have to go in there. If it had been a moment longer she might have thought she was actually succeeding, but Edward interrupted, cheerfully stating “In we go!” with a happiness that made the ever cruel Anita want to make him suffer.<br /><br />The guard pushed, while Edward held the princess, and the two large wooden doors opened into the the royal nursery. Across the main chamber’s foyer, the far wall curved into a half circle play area, heavily padded by multiple rugs and carpets, which were themselves covered in various toys from blocks to rattles to dolls, and even a wooden rocking horse.<br /><br />Returning to this place caused the usually cunning Anita to feel surreally helpless. She found herself without the usual mental clarity to form a plan, and felt as she had back when she belonged here - small. Her mind seemed to be automatically reverting in part to its younger state, and there was an innate helplessness, a reflexive impulse to be obedient to “grown ups” which came from deep inside her. The long outgrown sense of self came back in all its glory with the smells and the sight of the place.<br /><br />Edward, however, seemed exceptionally happy. The bastard had been dreaming about this ever since childhood, Anita realised in agitation.<br /><br />“You can leave us now, thank you,” he instructed to the remaining guard, who promptly bowed and left, pulling shut the large door with a thud on his way.<br /><br />Edward stood silently for a moment, he was experiencing the memories of returning to this place for himself, though apparently was not unhappy for it. He lead the weakened Anita toward the centre of the room and let her go, where she unceremoniously sunk to her knees. Her face ebbed from twisted rage to a scared confusion as her eyes stared dumbly at the red diamonded carpet which she had spent years of her childhood upon – something which she had completely forgotten and came back as a surprise.<br /><br />“You can’t –“ she began angrily, losing her voice for a moment, before managing to speak at a whisper. “You can’t.. re-raise me. I won’t do it. It won’t work.” She took two long heavy breaths before snarling, “Do you know who I am?”<br /><br />“Oh Anita,” he replied, apparently now even showing amusement that the guards were gone, “You have no idea what Nanny is capable of.”<br /><br />The reminder sent a chill down her spine. That she, the all powerful Princess Anita, apparently now had a Nanny. A woman who Edward considered a “good Nanny” no less.<br /><br />“Speaking of – “ Edward continued, looking around for a moment before disappearing into one of the several doorways off of the main chamber.<br /><br />Anita looked around miserably. As she looked at the toys piled up in the curved alcove on the far wall, she realised that she and Edward must have been the last inhabitants here, nothing appeared to have changed.<br /><br />But things had changed on the outside, she told herself angrily. There she had made a name for herself, there she was poised to take over the world.<br /><br />And then she realised. Edward was gone. There appeared to be no guards stationed yet, this might be her only chance. With all of her strength, she heaved herself onto all fours, and begun clumsily crawling for the door. She felt humiliated, crawling so pathetically, but clenched her teeth and grunted. She was going to make this, of course, why did she ever doubt herself? She was the ever beautiful and powerful Princess Anita, this daring escape would just be part of her legend. They’d say how she was taken so close to the fire and escaped her maniacal cousin in the moment before it began, it would seem so brave of her.<br /><br />Derrière swinging in the air behind her, the rightful heir to the most powerful throne in the world crawled faster and faster, a determined stare at the door marking her path. She was so focused on the task at hand that she didn’t notice the Nanny step up behind her, and squealed like a frightened child when two large hands reached under her stomach and lifted her from the ground. Her face turned red as she realised that she had been crawling like an excited toddler, and now was being picked up like one.<br /><br />“Isn’t she cute?” Edward mocked, standing in the doorway from where he had disappeared. Anita noted that he had an enthusiasm for her babification which was beginning to frighten her. She was the master of diminishment, but for the first time somebody was managing to turn it around on her with full force.<br /><br />She was turned and then cradled in the massive arms of the woman who had picked her up. Anita found herself staring dumbly at the brutish face which looked down on her. She rarely allowed herself to show such mindless shock, but The Nanny was huge, causing Anita to curse several times in her head while her wide eyes realised what she was in for. She found herself being cradled uncomfortably close to a pair of giant heaving bosoms - the Nanny had arms like tree trunks and her thick air was braided in giant curls at the side of her head. Anita swore she may well be a giant, straight out of a story book.<br /><br />Anita was turned over the Nanny’s shoulder, and the incredulous princess turned crimson as she felt one hand rest itself under her butt, bracing her. The woman turned to face Edward, her charge well contained in her arms, and simply nodded before carrying Anita off into one of the several adjourning doorways.<br /><br />She watched with wide eyes as the doorway passed her eyes and the main chamber was left behind her. They were going deeper, and now were in a rather dark passageway. It suddenly hit her just how real this was. In a way, a faint distant part of it almost felt nice - being looked after, being loved for once. But she snapped out of it, and the humiliation and indigence of it washed over her.<br /><br />She started struggling, doing what added up to nothing against incredibly strong arms while already numbed beyond even walking. It was pitiful, and the large woman shushed her dismissively. Anita had never felt so powerless, and it took her a moment to recover from the dismissal. She pushed harder, furious as she was bounced along with her backside resting firmly against this woman’s palm. The woman shushed again, and this time removed the hand that she was using to support Anita’s back, which she used to swat the girl’s rump once, hard, before returning the hand to support the princess.<br /><br />“You be good” she commanded in a booming voice.<br /><br />Anita pouted, there was nothing that she could do, and that spank had shocked her with its sting. Nobody spanked the princess she fumed. It caused a rush of emotions within her, from feelings of a long-lost mental connection between those who loved her and those who were willing to punish her, to overwhelming humiliation, to the foundation of a grudging childish submission to the nanny<br /><br />She realised what had happened, to some extent, and was frightened. Nobody commanded the princess’s emotions with a single smack. Nobody was able to enter her hardened mind and fill the painful void of love that she had long grown accustomed to. She twisted, spat, and even unhooked an arm from where her captor’s bearlike arm squeezed it against her body to make feeble swipes at the Nanny’s face.<br /><br />“Petulant child.” The Nanny stated, much more angrily now.<br /><br />Anita knew she was in trouble, big trouble. She shuddered at the thought. Somewhere within her she felt wrong for being disobedient, here, in her nursery. And she realised what was coming when she watched the Nanny reach for a wooden paddle on the wall, her wide eyes darting to the wall that Nanny was then approaching.<br /><br />Standing the girl several foot out from the wall, the Nanny bent her over and instructed her to touch her toes.<br /><br />Anita whimpered. Before entering this room, any day before today, she would have been fighting back tooth and nail and never submitting at all. But today’s events had shaken her, the raw size of the Nanny intimidated her, and while she stood defiantly the first time, she didn’t move when the Nanny bent her over a second time and smacked her bottom once.<br /><br />Her lower lip trembled as she stood there and Nanny began spanking her bottom. Soon she was in full tears, and began struggling as the smacks kept coming.<br /><br />“You. Do. Not. Disobey. Nanny.” the large woman instructed effortlessly, delivering a stinging blow to Anita’s bottom at the end of each word.<br /><br />Eventually she bolted for the door. Not out of her usual defiant confidence, but purely out of a juvenile attempt to escape the painful punishment.<br /><br />Nanny easily caught her and dragged her back by an arm, which she raised above Anita’s head before bending to continue to spank the much shorter girl’s bottom. Again and again she continued, the thin layers of cloth at her rear doing little to protect Anita’s precious rump.<br /><br />When Anita was exhausted, the Nanny let her collapse.<br /><br />“Now child,” she lectured, as she returned the paddle to the wall, “This was very harsh, but it’s what you get if you ever try to hit Nanny again.”<br /><br />“Understood?” she questioned, sternly.<br /><br />Anita simply continued to sob, she couldn’t believe how much of a child she felt like right now. She tried to grit her teeth and mature up several times, but each time a wave of stinging pain crept up from her bottom and she broke down all over again.<br /><br />“Understood?” the Nanny repeated, this time with a raised threat in her voice.<br /><br />Anita burst into a new wave of bawling as she stared at the floor, and had to steady herself to whimper out a simply “Yes.” between sniffles.<br /><br />Nanny didn’t respond, and Anita looked up to see the woman waiting patiently with her hands on her side. She raised an eyebrow and Anita felt like she shrank in fear. Realising what the woman wanted, she swore she couldn’t do it. Not her, Princess Anita, not here. But she couldn’t bear to consider another spanking, and with a trembling voice that did not belong to the most powerful woman in the land, she sobbed out “Y-Yes N-Nanny.”<br /><br />“Good girl” the Nanny beamed, and then turned to the awaiting bath tub that had been steaming beside her all along.<br /><br /><br /> <br />Chapter 3 – The Princess’ New Frock<br /><br /><br />Anita felt like an ignored child as she stood sniffling, watching Nanny prepare a bath, which the royal princess tried her best not to believe was for her. Towels, a large scrubbing brush, soap, a small toy duck - Anita felt her body tingle with trepidation. Surely this wasn’t happening to her, she tried to tell herself.<br /><br />Nanny seemed satisfied and began wiping down her wet hands on her apron. Anita let out a momentary whimper at what she was sure was coming. Even though she was still clothed, she was feeling exposed already, and her numbed hands moved to tighten on her exquisitely tailored clothing in a feeble gesture of holding it on against the inevitable.<br /><br />“Such a big day we’ve had, haven’t we?” Nanny cooed, approaching the princess. The soothing words weren’t entirely wasted on Anita, who already felt significantly like the child that she was being treated as.<br /><br />“A long trip. And horses. And all that dust? Hrm?” Nanny inquired, soothingly. Anita could only nod in miserable agreement. A small part of her mind cried out, asking where the intelligent princess with the lashing tongue was, but for the most part she could only nod submissively after being so completely defeated with a degrading spanking. Anita’s first encounter with a superior authority had shaken her partway back to a barely remembered childhood, and for now, in her drugged state, she found that all she could do was submit.<br /><br />Nanny approached, was humming a nursery rhyme to Anita, while she began pushing away the girl’s trembling hands from the grips on her clothing. The caretaker was demonstrating a starkly kinder and more caring side compared that presented during the spanking, and she went for the girl’s cloths without force. Anita’s resistance crumbled – the Nanny’s loving care was something which had been missing in her life for so long, and right now she was defeated. She could only sniffle and look anywhere but at her captor, while she willingly allowed herself to be undressed.<br /><br />“Arms up,” Nanny would say, and a moment later her top was coming off over her head, a mess of hair flopping back down into Anita’s face afterward. Nanny easily picked the girl up and laid her across a knee, face down. The actions were all so fast that Anita found herself disoriented, and let out a confused squeak when a hand found the rear waist of her pants. In a moment they were down as well.<br /><br />Undergarments followed, and Anita was placed on the tiled floor, naked and shivering. She blushed red as she made confused and half-hearted attempts to cover herself, a fruitless endeavour in the long run, her defeated mind had already decided.<br /><br />Anita stood, cold and sniffling, looking pathetic trying to cover herself and staring at the floor. In an entirely unexpected maneuver, the newly apparent well of love and affection that was Nanny took it as a sign to take the frightened princess into a large hug, soothing the girl and rocking her gently. It took Anita by surprise, and she was embarrassed as her own body sunk into the Nanny’s giant bosom. After several seconds of staring wide eyed at the roof however, Anita found herself surrendering, and in her newfound weakness, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and took a small amount of comfort in the unwelcome hug.<br /><br />If she had been conscious enough to witness what she was doing, she would never have allowed herself, but instead, in her moment of pain and fear, she found herself taking respite in the first outlet of love offered to her in many years. Nanny cooed and rocked, even kissing Anita on the top of her head, and while the princess wasn’t happy or smiling for it, her sniffles slowed, and eventually stopped. The Nanny smiled and held Anita out at arm’s length, beaming at her little charge’s now drying face. She still wore a frown, and Nanny kissed her once on the cheek. With that, they turned to the bathtub, and Anita’s eyes grew wide.<br /><br />It was warm, she discovered, as she dipped one foot in as Nanny held her by her thighs above the water. Slowly, she was sat down, adjusting to the heat. Within moments, she felt herself feeling starkly like a child, sitting in a bath full of warm water, with Nanny preparing to wash her from the edge.<br /><br />A warm wash cloth passed over her shoulders, and despite it all, the act was almost relaxing except for the fact that Anita had never been naked in front of another person since childhood, and never actually signed up to have a Nanny. She blushed, and sat perfectly still, rigidly erect, as the cloth found its way from her back, to her stomach, and then to her privates.<br /><br />Anita nearly stopped breathing when Nanny reached between her legs. Her jaw trembled, and the woman making slow and careful work around the famously furious princess’s most intimate area.<br /><br />“Anita, sweety, Nanny needs to get you clean, and, you need to tell Nanny something – do you ever touch yourself down there?”<br /><br />The sudden deviation into Anita’s most personal life overwhelmed her with burning embarrassment. She masturbated, a great deal, but never expected to be reporting her endeavours to some adult caretaker, who was asking about it as if she was a child.<br /><br />The blushing princess didn’t respond, and Nanny continued.<br /><br />“If you do honey it’s ok, but you should know that there will be no secrets from me. Eventually I will find out anyway.”<br /><br />A new wave of alarming realisation hit Anita, as the complete and utter captivity of her situation became apparent for entirely new reasons. Nanny would know? Would she really have so little privacy here? Living her life as a child trapped in a nursery?<br /><br />She blushed, and after a moment of silence, slowly nodded.<br /><br />“It’s ok sweety,” Nanny cooed, rubbing the girl’s back with her hand before continuing to wash the girl’s crotch.<br /><br />“We may have to put a stop to that however.“<br /><br />Anita’s heart sank.<br /><br />“- or we could see if we can’t make it a reward for good behaviour.” Nanny considered out loud.<br /><br />A strange elation ran through her, she had been given hope. A moment ago it had looked that masturbation might have been entirely taken from her, and now it just might be possible if she just behaved. Somewhere deep inside her, the idea of being rewarded for good performance appealed to the lost and confused child that existed deep down.<br /><br />Then, she felt shame, realising with a stabbing embarrassment that she was a grown woman, and now was relying on the scrappiest of reasons to be happy, upon getting permission to occasionally masturbate. Worse yet, she was meant to be the most powerful woman in the world, not relying on the appeasement of her Nanny to allow such things. The humiliation of it burned at her, and much of her sense of self thrashed in an internal rage.<br /><br />A third feeling, however, ran even deeper. A much stronger, stranger current, which tickled at Anita in an exciting way. It arose only now that the topic was at the fore of her mind, and had been so buried beneath her furious emotions of outrage and shame.<br /><br />The curious tingle was not enough to make Anita want to stay as she was, captive in a nursery, not even close - but in the slightest sense, she found herself erotically intrigued, the swirling notions of domination currently so evident in her situation was not lost on her.<br /><br />When she had begun to think about masturbation, she had also begun to think specifically about what thoughts she masturbated to. As might be expected of the young and repressed power hungry princess, Anita harboured deep passions for domination and submission, a fetish of sorts, though she didn’t know it yet, and it had always permeated all of her sexual fantasies.<br /><br />In the past, she had fantasized and plotted to sneak into whorehouses and depraved shows, where men and women were dominated, humiliated, and a unique taste for embarrassment within society was fed. She had never been brave enough, always telling herself that she had to consider what it might do to her image. More than anything though, she was just too embarrassed, finally finding something that she was afraid and unsure of.<br /><br />And yet, now she was here, right in the middle of a humiliating domination game. What she had thought she wanted. As the realisation hit her, she was quite confident that she absolutely did not want such things to be so absolute in her life, trapping her in any such situation, or taking away her future upon the throne.<br /><br />But, she realised with a confused tingle between her legs, here she was being bathed by a woman, the most humiliating of dominations, and for a moment she turned just the slightest bit flush with excitement.<br /><br />Nanny pushed her onto all fours, and she found herself trying to not pant as her undersides and rear were scrubbed clean. She was fairly confident nothing had been revealed, but remained shocked at herself for this sudden deviation into sexual excitement in her current situation as a captive.<br /><br />No feelings of the sort had arisen while she was being spanked. At the time, she realised, she had only felt genuine horror and outrage. Even now in retrospect it had the slightest tinge of sexual excitement to it, a realisation which left Anita stunned. She found herself lost in the moment, as her stinging bottom being washed so gave her a certain chill and rush of humiliating excitement, even now.<br /><br />Anita bit her lip and tried to calm herself, here she was in the middle of her worst nightmare, and was suddenly getting aroused. Heaven only knew how badly she wanted to masturbate, she complained to herself. She realised with a sinking feeling that she could not just order Nanny out like she could have in the past, when others had been in her way. She could only sit miserable in the bathwater, cooling down in the rough denial of it. But then, in a flash, she realised that denial was what she had fantasized about, and she found herself flustered all over again. Going through these cycles, heartbeat quickening and breath growing short, all she could think was that this was the most bewildering morning of her life.<br /><br />Sexual excitement or not, the giant rough Nanny physically frightened her, and when the enormous woman stood and ordered her out of the tub, she found herself again entirely unaroused and becoming angry.<br /><br />She stepped out and was wrapped in a giant towel. Her anger made no appearance however, Anita’s confusion had left her rather exhausted about the whole thing, and now she simply complied. In a moment she was standing bundled up, scowling as she was scrubbed dry.<br /><br />Anita wore only a pout as she was led by a wrist to a nearby basin, where Nanny insisted on brushing the girl’s teeth for her, before making her swallow a strange pill. Anita complied grumpily - if they were trying to poison her then they could have done it long ago she grudgingly conceded.<br /><br />Nanny then left her alone for a brief moment before returning with a bowl containing a lathery grey paste. Anita yelped when it was gooped directly onto her vagina, and Nanny shushed with a single spank to the girl’s thigh, reaching a giant hand between her legs to embarrassingly pull the retreating girl back.<br /><br />Anita stood cold and upset as she watched Nanny observe the paste, apparently counting down from some number, before she produced a towel, and wiped it all away. With it, Anita realised in shock, had gone her pubic hair, and she stared dumbfounded at her privates, bare as a newborn babe. She had heard of women who enjoyed such a fashion, she herself had always trimmed, but now she found herself feeling starkly naked as her bare sex was hit with the cool air.<br /><br />She didn’t even have time to process the startling development. Nanny picked her smaller charge up and rested Anita over her shoulder, again cradling the princess’s royal tush in a firm palm. Anita collapsed unrebelliously into the woman’s shoulder. Unusually tired - probably from the pill she realised with a sulk - she almost looked forward to the embarrassing-sounding “nap” that Nanny promised upon scooping her up. Resting her head on the firm surface of Nanny’s dark dress, Anita simply sighed and felt miserable for herself as they exited the room. <br /><br />Nanny carried the princess into the main nursery chamber, and from there Anita felt her stomach tighten as they approached her old bedroom. It had been so long, but she had spent a great deal of her childhood there. Another wave of strange nostalgia overran her, and this time in her weakened state her eyes misted over a little at the strength of the feeling.<br /><br />Upon entering the room however, Anita found that some very certain things were not at all as she had left it. The chests, the drawers, the play rugs, they were all the same. But Anita had moved out of the nursery wing when she had entered her teens, yet now found herself looking at a room suited for a baby or a toddler at best. The main feature that caught her eye was the enlarged white crib, not to mention the row of rubber pants that were strung along the side wall.<br /><br />“I don’t need a crib,” Anita said, trying to sound as if she was mocking whoever made such a foolish decision, but betraying a hint of desperation and fear in her wavering voice.<br /><br />Nanny ignored her, and carried the girl directly to a soft padded table, where she lay Anita on her back. Confused and trying to sit up, Anita was rebuked by Nanny’s hand, and was gently pressed back down. Nanny then went to work fetching various items from the adjourning shelves, cupboards, and draws. Anita sighed and stared at the roof with a furrowed brow, feeling all too aware of her naked lower being presented to the empty room.<br /><br />Nanny returned, and piled up a giant stack of white towels. How odd, Anita though, and returned to staring at the roof in her tiring state.<br /><br />A realisation hit her, and she sat up with a start.<br /><br />“Nanny NO” she blurted out without thinking, wild eyed and immediately trying to hop down off the table.<br /><br />Now it was Nanny’s turn to sigh. Anita was tiring quickly and the more she struggled, the faster the relaxant spread through her system. Nanny easily returned the girl to her back, ignoring her feeble swats and kicks.<br /><br />“Hush now sweetheart,” she soothed, “This is for your own good. You will need it with the pills you just took, you don’t think Nanny would lie to you do you?”<br /><br />Anita froze. She knew that she absolutely should not suggest that Nanny might be lying to her, it would probably end very badly for her bottom. Worse yet, she had to grumpily consider that the woman might be right, could the pills she took really cause her to wet herself? She sulked, and after a moment of reduced struggles began to mellow, allowing Nanny to begin stacking diapers underneath her royal rear. Wetting her bed would not be any better than having to wear a diaper, she reasoned grumpily.<br /><br />In her now calmed state, she realised with a stinging shock that she had just addressed her warden as “Nanny” in the moment of reflexive rebellion. Worse yet, she had felt like an impertinent child, disobeying a grownup. All of this after only a morning in the nursery - she cursed under her breath and tried to steady her calculating mind. But she was getting sleepy, and Nanny was taking care of her, making everything seem so easy.<br /><br />Talcum powder and ointment was rubbed into her privates and then rear. She blushed, but couldn’t feel much right now. She hoped this wouldn’t become a regular occurrence, in a non-drugged state this could be very embarrassing she thought to herself miserably, aware that right now her apparent care was diminished by the various medicines.<br /><br />She was hardly even aware when the thick nappy was pulled up between her legs. Several layers of folded cloth above, below and behind her pelvis caused an immense billowing around her crotch. Her legs were forced so wide that she doubted she’d even be able to stand. The soft but thick and solid padding between her thighs held them well apart.<br /><br />Oddly, against all expectations, she noticed the return of the tingle in her loins. The thick fluffy towels between her legs created a significant pressure on her privates. Once pinned into place, by moving her legs a little she found that the pressure toyed at her unmentionables in shifting places. Her mouth hanging open in her drugged state, she rolled her head back and cast her eyes to the heavens - to think that she might be aroused by wearing a diaper, this entire day was filled with madness.<br /><br />Nanny returned with some of the clinical looking rubber pants. They made squelching noises as they were worked up Anita’s legs and air pockets were caught and escape. Then they came over the immensely thick diaper, pulling the whole thing even tighter onto the princess, and sealing her privates within an instant oven. Nanny sat the dozing girl up, who was just conscious enough to note that Nanny was tightening the waist of the pants now up, and then seemed to use a key for something at the back. Anita cursed internally; she was being locked in diapers - a fantastic end to her morning.<br /><br />A yellow babydoll nighty was pulled over head, ending at her hips and fluffing out in all directions. Anita knew she should be embarrassed, it was so juvenile, and she was sure that when her mind was focused again she would be extra furious. For now though, she simply wavered on the spot where she sat, waiting until Nanny picked her up and carried her off toward the crib.<br /><br />Partly aroused, unable to close her legs, the princess was deposited on the immensely soft surface. In her haze, all she could think about was how nice the comfortable bedding was, with not a single of the usual vicious thoughts on her mind. Nanny gave her a sweet kiss on the forehead, said something which Anita could no longer hear, and with that the princess fell asleep.<br /><br /> <br />Chapter 4 – Princess Pottypants<br /><br /><br /><br />Anita was confused, where was she? Her disembodied sense of self lingered in nothingness for a moment, until her senses came to life. The Princess realised that she was waking up.<br /> <br />Senses flooded her with data, and she shifted with a groan once the thick padding beneath her rear reminded her of her situation. It was so hot, and now slick with sweat, the whole adjustment proved to be a slippery ordeal. Apparently her royal willpower was not enough to make this misadventure just go away.<br /><br />She wanted to scream. “Maybe I will” she considered in grumpy petulance.<br /><br />But the drugs’ hold over her had weakened, and with her clarity returned she found herself able to re-enter her much valued battle-ready mindset. Immediately she made the decision to remain silent, considering that, for the moment, stealth might be her saviour. She was confident that she could recover from this situation, if she just applied herself. She was Princess Anita after all, the hero of the eastern siege. She knew only victory, and it was all that she would expect of herself.<br /><br />Then the sting of her bladder hit her. With a shock she realised that she needed to go, badly. Yet she was trapped in a crib, locked in diapers.<br /><br />“So this is why I woke?” Anita thought despairingly. In the past she had used the tactic for war, drinking before bed as a way to wake herself. It worked well then, but now she was facing a horrifying situation because of it.<br /><br />Looking to her side, Anita saw an overly large baby’s bottle lying in her crib. It was empty, the clear casing allowed her to see that.<br /><br />“Oh, no,” Anita’s mind riled with incredulity, “She didn’t!”<br /><br />She snarled as her bladder informed her that she most surely had. The Nanny had fed her an entire bottle after she had passed out.<br /><br />“Damnit,” she cursed, beginning to perspire.<br /><br />She sat in a hurry, finding that the pain in her bladder was increasingly rapidly. She would need to go, and soon. In a rage, she kicked the bottle and watched it bounce against the edge of the crib. It caused her to become even more infuriated, and she picked it up and threw it across the room. It sailed through the air for a moment before bouncing and rolling along the floor, a decidedly unstealthy act of defiance.<br /><br />It did not solve her problem, and she still needed to pee. Well she was not going to lose this way, she decided.<br /><br />Anita tried to stand. Her muscle control had almost entirely returned, but to her frustration she found that the thick diaper and immensely soft crib caused her feet to overstep and sink, and she repeatedly dropped onto her padded butt despite her best effort.<br /><br />The sharp pressure in her bladder increased yet again, and Anita found herself growing more desperate. She tried to use her hands on the cylindrical rails that surrounded her in the crib, but they were slippery, and it was no good. She begun cursing as the effort caused a single drop of urine to escape into her pants.<br /><br />Her newfound confidence was quickly ebbing, and she whined pathetically as her kicks against the edge of the crib proved fruitless. The bed was strongly built, it didn’t even shudder at her attacks. Her legs were her strongest muscle she realised in panic, she had no hope of breaking her way out.<br /><br />Running out of options, without the luxury of time to do so, the princess took a new approach and began doing her best to pull off the plastic pants. She realised with frustration that she needed to take her weight off of the diaper to do so, and felt even more stupid while lying on her back and thrusting her crotch in the air in repeated bursts, yanking at the pants to no avail.<br /><br />It was no use. She was beginning to form tears, and resorted to clawing at her diaper. In an instant, before she could even process what was happening, a stream of urine jettisoned into her nethers entirely unintentionally. In her moment of shame she could hear it, the hot liquid making contact with the tightly bound diaper was clearly audible. Almost immediately she was able to halt the flow, but the sound of it still echoed in her ears, turning her every shade of humiliated red. Shifting in shocked shame, her royalness discovered that the dampness was evident inside of her diaper, and she gasped at the disgusting feeling.<br /><br />Anita found small relief having emptied her bladder by the slightest amount, but it was evident that it wouldn’t be long until she lost the battle again. Sitting up - attempting to sit cross-legged in her giant diaper without looking like an uncoordinated child - she furrowed her brow and pouted her lips. She did her best to re-enter the strategic mindset which she had possessed moments before, she had to find a solution, and was sure it was there - she just had to think hard and seriously enough. More beads of sweat formed on her head, as she worked in absolute desperation.<br /><br />For a brief moment, the image of her calling for the Nanny flashed across her mind. She growled at herself and shook her head - how easily the woman’s maternal actions had lead to her subconscious assuming that it could depend on her, in this place.<br /><br />She had to resist that she told herself, nobody could – <br /><br />Another release jettisoned from her, destroying her line of thought. She whimpered and managed to halt it.<br /><br />She had to remain the focused princess to find the solution she told herself, gritting her teeth with furious adult determination. But then there was another release, and another, and within moments, Anita’s angry confidence was crumbling. She was peeing freely now into her diapers, like a giant baby.<br /><br />She surrendered, letting loose. The eruption kept coming and coming, and for some time it seemed to be growing in intensity instead of ebbing. The bottle that she had emptied had been enormous, and she could only gasp and lean back on her palms as she felt the release thankfully relieve her of her pain. <br />The flow slowed, and, after what seemed like an eternity, finally stalled, and then finished. Anita was empty, and she took quick gasping breaths, having almost stopped breathing during the ordeal.<br /><br />Underneath her, the diaper was soaked. In despondency, she found herself now truly feeling like a genuine infant, sitting there, in a crib, with a completely soaked diaper. The urine was puddling up under her butt, and she finally began to sob.<br /><br />She was defeated. The smell of urine hit her nose, and only made the situation worse. The strong persona of the princess faded away, momentarily unable to process the situation. In its place came a sobbing child, now desperate for her dependant caretaker to come make it better.<br /><br />Tears after tears after tears rolled out, several years worth in fact, until Anita was finally exhausted. She flopped onto her back, and found herself staring at a mobile hanging in the air above the head of her crib. In her rush to deal with her bladder, she was yet to take in much her surrounding, and now found herself experiencing an odd, mindless, comfort in the effortless task of investigating the juvenile decoration above her. She counted the dangling objects, there were four. A horse in mid gallop, with a long trailing tail, a sun and crescent moon on opposite sides, they would eternally mirror each other, and a duck, which dangled, spinning on the spot, somehow having gained momentum during the whole thrashing ordeal.<br /><br />Anita stared stupidly at the four objects for quite some time, taking an effortless pleasure from the whole thing. It saved her from thinking, for the first time in her life.<br /><br />She wasn’t sure how long she lay there, but after some time she found herself heaving her chest in empty silence, apparently having cried herself completely out. The diaper was still hot and soaked, but it was noticeably absorbent in dealing with the excessive amounts of Anita’s own urine, much suited to just such a task with its many layers of purposefully placed towels. After the ordeal of the event, Anita found herself simply too exhausted to care about anything else, and, with an empty mind, she closed her eyes, and effortlessly fell back to sleep.<br /><br /> <br />Chapter 5 – Little girls should be seen and not heard<br /><br /><br /><br />Anita woke in her crib for the second time in the same day, finding herself feeling oddly relaxed with a now lucid awareness, free of the drugs entirely. She didn’t know where sleep ended and waking began, she simply found herself conscious in the soft and cozy confines of the protective crib, feeling far too tranquil considering. The sopping wet diaper between her legs was still clearly evident, humiliating and awkward and many other terrible things all at the same time, yet now it felt almost familiar, faintly intimate after having spent the past several hours sleeping together, and she felt momentarily at peace with her juvenile predicament. Her eyes darted to the long high windows near the top of the nursery walls, and she judged that it was mid afternoon. No wonder she felt so well rested, the royal princess realised, she had been in the crib since morning, and her blackout after her exhausted stupor earlier had sent her into an immensely deep sleep.<br /><br />A small thud resounded from across the room, and Anita realised that she had woken to an identical noise just a moment prior. Turning her head while lying in her crib, Anita discovered that she was not alone, and found herself looking upon the Nanny who was stuffing linen into a tall wooden cupboard near the entrance. Anita felt her stomach tighten and sicken upon the embarrassing realisation that the woman had been in the room while she was sleeping, that she was lying in the crib after having soaked her pants, and that her complete and utter babyish captivity was not going to go away simply by virtue of a good sleep. She was still a prisoner in the nursery, and with the realisation began feeling progressively less comfortable lying where she was.<br /><br />She tried to sit, which proved to be a mistake, as her bottom slipped along the soaked towelling beneath, causing several large squelching noises to emanate loudly through the air. It gained the Nanny’s attention, who turned to check on the princess with raised eyebrows. She immediately began a march towards the crib, and Anita recoiled, feeling her posterior slide once again as she immediately laid back down in, hiding in the bed. Anita realised with immediate embarrassment that she had just tried to make a futile attempt to disappear into her blankets, how childishly pathetic she spat internally.<br /><br />As the Nanny approached, the Princes squirmed on her ballooned backside, unsure of what she could possibly do to help her situation. She went completely still when the Nanny appeared looming over the crib, biting her lower lip and making the reflexive decision to look anywhere except at the woman’s face, a choice which resulted in her finding herself staring at the giantess’ navy dress right where her intimates surely lay. The girl burned as she knew that the Nanny was standing overhead, checking in on the child who had stirred from the nap.<br /><br />“Did you have a good sleep, Anita?” the woman asked inquisitively, with very little emotion, as if they had been through this a million times. Her hands worked an entirely separate task as they began to pull the tangled bedding away from the girl.<br /><br />Anita nodded weakly in automatic response, before immediately hating herself for it. She didn’t mean to answer the woman, it felt strikingly out of character for her to do so. She was the proud and strong princess she told herself, who would normally offer no end in resistance. However in her moment of shame and helplessness, she had, for the briefest moment, felt genuinely infantile, and her caregiver was there to fix it, asking her a soothing question, and so she had meekly answered. She wasn’t sure who to hate now that it was her own action that had humiliated her so, that it was herself who had in fact revealed the embarrassing weakness and nobody else.<br /><br />“That’s good sweety, you seemed quite upset earlier, didn’t we?” the Nanny cooed.<br /><br />Anita’s eyes narrowed, and she seethed as she moved her eyes further down the woman’s legs, staring mindlessly into the sea of blue dress that floated at the edge of the crib. Her gaze was furious, but unfocused, and she instead was trying to will back her adult mental clarity.<br /><br />She was immediately interrupted, and her attention was suddenly snapped elsewhere. She found herself turning pink as Nanny’s large hand came to rest atop the crotch of her bulky rubber underwear, the force of it caused her body to shiver with unexpected delight, as she discovered once again that the pressures moving over her embarrassed sex would cause her to feel the briefest spike of acute pleasure, bizarre as it was. It was gone just as quickly as it had begun however, leaving Anita bewildered, and sinking back into raw embarrassment as she felt her wet pants, soaked by her own urine, shifting back and forth over her privates as the woman’s hand found its perch.<br /><br />“Oh, did you wet yourself sweety?” the Nanny inquired, no element of surprise in her voice, as if it were entirely normal for a girl of Anita’s age to have wet her pants. The insinuation burned the princess, that she was anything like some toddling child. She was the one who was meant to be torturing other high-society rich girls, she spat to herself internally. Anita could only pout in silent rebellion, intending not to answer, and quite sure that the strong scent of her urine was evident to the both of them anyway. Perhaps it was a rhetorical question, she mused grumpily, in which case she was denied defiance from not answering anyway.<br /><br />The Nanny didn’t even seem to notice the girl’s lack of response, and begun methodologically inserting her first two fingers into the leg bands of the princess’ rubber pants. Anita froze, her breathing stopping entirely, before resuming as slow and quiet breaths. She was shocked at the intrusiveness of it all - here she was meant to be the most powerful young lady in the world, returning to secure her place upon the throne, and instead she was having her diaper checked. The Nanny struck gold, discovering the immensely sopping wet contents, and removed her fingers to then wipe them on her apron. Anita witnessed the action within the cone of her deathly stare at the woman’s legs. That the woman was wiping away Anita’s own wet urine so casually, as if she was just taking care of a small child, caused Anita to fume further. She furiously tossed her head to stare in the opposite direction in a rage. Her intent gaze locked upon the bars of the crib and the far wall beyond that, but internally she focused on nothing.<br /><br />The Nanny lowered the railing on her side of the crib, but Anita did not move or look back to see what was occurring. She was surprised to find the bed suddenly sinking a little, and realised that the Nanny had sat at the edge of the mattress. She sickened as her personal comfort zone was further invaded by the unknown and overwhelmingly-maternal woman.<br /><br />“Oh sweety,” the Nanny cooed - the raw humiliation sending another acute burst of equal parts humiliation and excitement though Anita’s crotch, the effect augmented as her diaper’s pressure points shifted with the moving mattress.<br /><br />Anita only gasped from the moment of pleasure, and did not answer. The woman stroked the side of the silent beauty’s head for a moment, before she placed a hand upon Anita’s stomach and began to rub in circular motions. It proved to be surprisingly effective in making Anita yearn for relaxation and love in a way that caught her completely by surprise. Her stomach nauseated as she found her body begging, craving the soft touch, and longing to accept the maternal love. She would not let it, but instead of making her feel stronger, she discovered that it only made her feel more like a petulant child, lying there, frowning, with a loving caretaker working to comfort her. She felt guilty, bad for being so difficult, and wanted to scream at herself to stop thinking these childish thoughts, to stop feeling as if she was the one misbehaving. She was the one who was meant to be in control at all times damnit, and she couldn’t even handle a nanny?<br /><br />It was the madness of the situation that was doing this to her she decided, the deepest corner of her mind still her own. She was a grown princess, she didn’t need or crave this maternal love she told herself. She had no real desire to be oppressed.<br /><br />While she lay under the Nanny’s loving hand still rubbing in circles, Anita made the snap decision between moments of pleasure that she desperately needed to do something rebellious. She tried to squirm out from under the woman’s hands, but instead found herself simply sliding helplessly back and forth on the spot on her large, rubbery, rear, almost as if she was enjoying the tickling attention. The image only caused Anita to frown several magnitudes harder.<br /><br />“Sweety it’s ok,” the large Nanny reassured, stopping her hand on the princess’s frock-covered stomach. “No need to get grumpy, it was just an accident, accidents happen.”<br /><br />Anita fumed, and tried to tell herself that this would not stand, that she was powerful, but the day’s events had already stripped her of that, and she started to fret at the apparent looming certainty that she might well be the pathetic baby of the palace nursery, destined to a life of soaked diapers and naps in cribs.<br /><br />“It was just an accident,” the woman cooed, “but Nanny will change you!” she promised, with enthusiasm which was perhaps meant to make Anita feel better, but instead made every part of her prideful mind writhe. Her previous experience with a diaper change was somewhat of a blur still after her drugged experiences. Now fully conscious, she had no inclination to have the woman see any further amount of her naked, especially in her sopping wet diaper.<br /><br />“No,” Anita whispered furiously, unable to find her voice while momentarily feeling so small. The Nanny was standing, and began to hook one arm under the princess’s back, preparing to lift the girl.<br /><br />“No. No. NO!” Anita commanded with escalating desperation, beginning to thrash spasmodically as another hand reached under her padded bottom. She let out a desperate whimper and tried to roll away, but found herself suddenly in the air having left the mattress and quickly approaching the woman’s bosom. Anita ceased her struggles when facing the prospect of falling, and allowed herself to be cradled against the woman’s enormous chest, wide-eyed and cheeks burning profusely with rage and shame.<br /><br />It was only several steps to the changing table, and the trip was a blur for Anita as she bounced in the much larger woman’s arms. Moments later, she was placed on her back atop the waiting surface, her legs spread wide by the embarrassment layered so thickly between her legs, she found herself facing Nanny with her crotch presented such that the terrible deed could be done.<br /><br />The woman began piling more folded towels upon the table, ferrying them from a nearby shelf. Anita clenched her teeth and curled her nose into her habitual snarl; there was no way that she was going back into that underwear she told herself with furious confidence.<br /><br />“You may take them off,” she commanded, finally finding her royal voice for the first time since she had been thrown into the hellhole that was the nursery, “but you are not to replace them. Do you hear me?”<br /><br />The Nanny didn’t even bat an eyelash in response to the princess’ demands, and simply continued to pile towels and a fresh pair of rubber pants atop the ever growing stack of changing supplies. She glanced at the glaring princess as she fetched the final item of baby powder, looking coldly unamused by the girl’s antics as she met her eyes.<br /><br />Anita would have faltered normally, the look was more dismissive than she could have handled during her more recent conditions, but she had momentarily found her enormous pride, and intended to stare down the nanny. The princess watched with piercing fury as her warden entirely ignored her, and moved to the other side of the room where she fetched something from atop a dresser, before returning with the mystery item. Anita lay on her back with her legs wide and knees in the air, unable to see the Nanny’s hands over her soaked crotch which was so humiliatingly piled halfway up her thighs.<br /><br />“No more nappies.” she demanded, holding her glare.<br /><br />“Anita.” the woman rebuked sternly. “This,” she stated, holding up a very large pacifier, “is to stay in your mouth at all times. If you take it out of your mouth you will be punished. If you talk back when I’ve ordered you to be silent, you will find that I am well equipped to teach proper obedience. Do you understand, young lady?”<br /><br />Anita seethed, and didn’t answer, but the woman bore down on her with the sucker. She tightened her teeth as it was held up to her face, but the Nanny rebuked again with a stern proclamation of “Anita!” and slapping the girl on the thigh, to which she scrunched her face in further anger, but opened her mouth in compliance.<br /><br />The teat was huge, completely filling Anita’s mouth and flattening her tongue. Entirely ignoring Nanny’s threat, she tried to speak around the giant bulb out of pure surprise. She discovered that she could only make garbled noises, and caused herself to drool slightly, incredulous at how stupid it made to feel. She moved to tear the gag out, only to be interrupted when Nanny rolled her onto her side, working to unlock the rubber pants from behind.<br /><br />With a squelch she was dropped back onto her backside. Nanny reached her two enormous hands under the hemline of Anita’s short frock, and proceeded to work down the girl’s rubber pants from the waistband.<br /><br />Still distracted by the dummy, Anita braced her weight on one elbow to support her partial sitting position, and yanked the pacifier out of her mouth with the other.<br /><br />“No diapers. You hear me? This is the last one, once it’s off –“<br /><br />“Anita!” the Nanny bellowed, this time displaying genuine anger which even caused a lapse in the spoiled princess’s demeanour. “What did I say about not taking your dummy out of your mouth?”<br /><br />Anita ignored her, summoning her courage for another wave of rebellion. “No more diapers,” she fumed, “I won’t. You are not putting me back into any more!”<br /><br />“Is that so?” the Nanny questioned incredulously, her words becoming increasingly cold as Anita tantrumed.<br /><br />“Yes.” Anita responded flatly, wielding her royal confidence as if she could shape reality just by her very instruction.<br /><br />The Nanny huffed and placed her hands on her hips for a moment, staring down at her charge with the full force of icy-cold eyes. A moment later, she reached over and began to yank up the princess’s pants, back over the slight progress that had been made in getting them down. The heavily yellowed white towels disappeared behind thick rubber, and before Anita could even process what was going on, she ound herself sitting and turned slightly while Nanny was working at relocking the plastic pants.<br /><br />“What are you - ?” she begun weakly, not sure that she wished to know.<br /><br />“You’ve just earned yourself a delayed diaper change missy,” the Nanny responded coldly, the finality of her choice sending a chill down Anita’s spine.<br /><br />“No, you can’t!” Anita begged, in a sudden transformation into a whiny child.<br /><br />“Watch me, and I suggest you learn to do as your told if you don’t want it worse. Put that dummy back into your mouth *right* now, understand me young lady?”<br /><br />Anita was dumbfounded. She was being locked back into her horrible wet diapers, and worse yet, understood that she had just brought it upon herself with her own bad behaviour.<br /><br />“Noo,” she moaned with distaste, “There’s no way I can take any more. Please, I’ll be good. Just let me have a dry nappy please.”<br /><br />The Nanny simply shook her head and raised an eyebrow, pointing to the sucker.<br /><br />“That better be in your mouth quick smart young lady, or I may just decide that you should remain in these until tomorrow.”<br /><br />Anita’s eyes went wide at the possibility.<br /><br />“Have you ever seen a baby with diaper rash?” the Nanny asked, “I assure you, it’s not the making for a happy child.”<br /><br />Anita’s sat for a moment in dumb silence, after which she shoved the pacifier fearfully into her mouth.<br /><br />“Good girl,” the nanny cooed with a stern but dramatically more caring tone.<br /><br />The princess sat bewildered, unsure how this could possibly be happening to her. She was entirely unprepared when the Nanny’s hands lifted her from under her shoulders, carrying her well off the table. She was placed standing on her feet next to the giant woman, finding that staying upright independently was impossible in the balloon like underwear, and was only able to do so due to a stern grip Nanny kept on her upper arm.<br /><br />Dressed in only her short frilled frock and the thick diaper, she began waddling in fear as the Nanny walked her out of the room, leading the loudly squelching girl into the main play area. The walk was laborious and Anita felt more foolish than she had ever felt waddling like a toddler the entire way, but soon she found herself released and deposited amongst a pile of toys, feeling every inch of rebelliousness she had possessed moments earlier being sapped out of her. She felt her wet diapers readjust, and sat miserably while the intent was made clear.<br /><br />“Now,” the Nanny started, “normally we would begin lessons after your nap, however I think today, that we can come up with a special different lesson which will be easier and a little more appropriate.”<br /><br />Anita began to feel anxious, she had to get out of this soaked diaper, she was willing to submit.<br /><br />“W-What kind of lesson?” she asked fearfully.<br /><br />“A spelling lesson,” the Nanny responded matter-of-factly. She then gestured to the many coloured blocks scattered across the floor, several of which were clumped around Anita’s awkwardly splayed legs.<br /><br />“I will be back in forty-five minutes,” she instructed, “you are to spell out ‘Sorry Nanny’ with the blocks for me before I return, or else you will not have your diaper changed before bedtime tonight.’<br /><br />With that, she turned and left, leaving Anita to watch the powerful woman from behind as she strode out of the room. The gaping princess spent a moment processing the situation, staring stupidly at her surroundings. After several seconds the quiet stupor ended, and Anita came awake by bursting into action, crawling like a furiously excited toddler in a desperate hunt, as she searched for the letters which were needed for her to get out of her soaking wet diapers.<br /><br /><br /> <br />Chapter 6 – Learned Obedience<br /><br /><br /><br />Bells rang throughout the capital. What had begun as an occasional chime here and there had soon developed into a cavalcade of sounds. The loud tolls sang a song, in a sense, declaring a mysterious joy and jubilation which had gripped the city, and not even the gloomiest individual could fail to feel the excitement which permeated the air.<br /><br />Inside the palace nursery, the princess sat miserably upon her Nanny’s knee, pulled tightly to the giantess’s chest as the enormous woman bottle fed her. She listened longingly to the sounds from the outside, inundated with unfamiliar emotions as she felt her hope for similar liberty ebb away, her denied access to the unknown events cementing her place as prisoner within her own mind. The elated chimes told a muted story of a world just beyond the wall, where promises such as freedom and joy were still available to anybody who was on the other side, where happiness was plentiful and for the taking by every man and woman. It had only been the better half of a day, and she already felt defeated, uncomfortably sure that such things were now beyond her.<br /><br />Freedom, it now seemed impossible to grasp, she sat a prisoner, thick diapers between her legs and pressing down on her sex, in a way which mildly aroused her almost half as much as it shamed. How many had she sent to languish in prisons, she wondered in a moment of unsettling insight. She instantly sneered at the thought, quickly turning her mind to less deprecating introspections.<br /><br />The Nanny shushed her again, using her strong arms to pull the princess closer. She buried the girl in the mountain of silk that was her breasts and torso, rubbing her back and tilting the bottle upwards to increase the flow. The soothing hushes only enraged the indignant princess further, and Anita began towards another tantrum. Deciding that she had had enough of the foul tasting drink, she tightened her nose and swung her head away, freeing her mouth from the enormous teat, and began glaring stubbornly at the door which lead out of the room.<br /><br />“Anita,” the Nanny warned, letting her stern caution hang in the air in the silence that followed. Anita found herself quickly turning coward, guilt of misbehaviour overwhelming her. She was astonished and embarrassed to find herself already so afraid of this woman, so reverent.<br /><br />Anita didn’t know what she might say which would be of help in her situation. She had no manipulation left in her, feeling only peculiar defeat in her thick diapers and billowed short white dress. She began to suspect that the drink was drugged, and knew that if her mind was less mellowed that she would be significantly more angry about it. She made an effort to avoid the drink, and instead used her weakening body to ask an innocent question, which had been tearing at her mind.<br /><br />“What are the bells for?” she queried, and, as she anticipated, made herself feel weak and foolish, as if a child, asking a grown up for answers about the big world that confused her so. But she needed to know, not knowing made her feel childish in its own right.<br /><br />The Nanny didn’t respond, and Anita cringed as she understood what she would need to do, both to receive an answer, and to save herself from punishment now that she had opened her mouth and not spoken correctly.<br /><br />“What are the bells for, Nanny?” she asked, correcting herself, and trying to hide the spite from her voice as she addressed her captor using the proper title.<br /><br />“If you finish your milkies, maybe I’ll tell you,” the Nanny cooed happily. Her caring tone suggested that she only had Anita’s best interests at heart, and would use the girl’s own curiosities to guide her toward a better behaviour. The dismissive and juvenile treatment only caused another wave of indignation to rush through Anita’s body. Yet, as the electric pulse ran through her abdomen and reached her crotch, she again felt a brief spark of sexual excitement, peaking and disappearing all too soon, much to her bewilderment.<br /><br />Amid the moment of twinkling elation, Anita’s mouth had drooped open, as if she was some dim-witted simpleton, and in no time at all the bottle had found its way back between her lips. She didn’t resist, and instead suckled thoughtfully, considering Nanny’s promise of an answer to her question. The repugnant warm milk began to fill her mouth once more, and she prayed that none of the tittering girls from her social circle would ever hear of this.<br /><br />The bottle drained slowly, there seemed to be no end to it, and Anita wondered in her dulling mind whether the bells might have been about her. The ringing was growing sparser, signalling an end to the jubilant festivities. Could the people have been celebrating her capture? It had been many hours, but it was still the same day. That she might be the item of attention throughout the city both tickled and embarrassed her. She was giddy with imagined fame at one moment, and then sick with indignant rage the next.<br /><br />The drink finally emptied, and the Nanny administered a few more of her knee bounces to help the process along. Anita glowered at the treatment, but knew with defeat that she couldn’t do anything about it, and decided that the sooner it was over with the better. She watched as the final drops drained down the sides of the transparent case, while Nanny lifted the bottle high for one last deluge of the foul stuff.<br /><br />Much to her surprise, Anita realised that she had somehow managed to finish the entire bottle. When she had started it had seemed enormous, yet she had somehow become lost in the rhythmic sucking while nestled within the maternal caress of the Nanny. The Nanny beamed, and the princess felt woozy as the teat was pulled from her mouth with a pop. Her mouth free, Anita licked at her lips to remove the remaining drops of the foul liquid, trying to rid herself of it sooner rather than later. It proved to be a pointless endeavour as the Nanny produced a wet cloth and wiped Anita’s face anyway, easily cleaning the comparatively small princess’s mouth while Anita scrunched her eyes and tried to pull away.<br /><br />When the Nanny was done, she smiled warmly at the girl and bounced her again, rubbing her back in the process. “Did you enjoy your bottle sweety?” she cooed.<br /><br />Anita was at a crossroads. She wanted to pout and say no, to scream and tell this woman how many horrible deaths she should suffer. But the princess desperately sought an answer to her question regarding the bells, driven mad with curiosity after the most unusual tolling throughout the city. Finally she gave in, nodding slowly in response to the Nanny’s juvenile queries. When she realised that she would need to audibly answer, she whimpered out a shameful “Yes... Nanny.”<br /><br />The large woman beamed as she gazed at the obedient charge on her lap, bouncing the girl with small rises and falls of her supporting knee. Noticing a few loose strands of hair matted upon the princess’s cheek, the Nanny freed one hand to brush them back behind Anita’s ear, bracing the girl from behind with the other. Anita blushed at the action, remembering that her hair had been put into pigtails during the long afternoon play-time. It kept the long mess out of her eyes when she crawled, amongst other things, which was all that she could manage while so thickly diapered. When Anita had seen the results in the mirror for the first time, she had felt as if the world had dropped out from under her, her new juvenile hairstyle was oddly almost as embarrassing as the rest of her experiences. Yet, at the same time, a warm and unfamiliar glow had formed in her middle, long frustrated cravings for love and attention were finally being fulfilled in the most unexpected of ways. The joy of receiving such genuine care was an entirely foreign experience for the princess, but she refused to indulge that line of considerations, it was a humiliating venture.<br /><br />As if coming from a daze, she found herself glowing, realising that she had been trapped in a trance once again as large hands had worked at fixing her hair, making her pretty. Just as she had been thinking about how she wouldn’t succumb, she had let herself become lost in the maternal love offered by the woman. The realisation came in embarrassing and fearful bewilderment. She tried to tell herself it was the work of the sedatives, or that she was just too tired, that she could not blame herself. The princess weakly pulled herself away from the strange comfort, and repeated her question.<br /><br />“The bells, Nanny? What were they?”<br /><br />“Ah!” the Nanny responded enthusiastically, apparently appreciating her childlike curiosity. “Those were the bells to mark the end of the trial. The old king has been found guilty of many things no doubt, and would have received his life sentence of imprisonment. He’s to be sent to the Lonely Isle. A fitting punishment for the monster who commissioned such a place.”<br /><br />Anita’s stomach sank. Her right to the throne was slipping away frighteningly fast with each terrible calamity, and she now found herself approaching an impossible realisation that she would never sit on the throne. Without that, she didn’t know what she was, what she had to live for - for once in her life, things seemed beyond her grasp. The long day that she had spent in her nursery already felt like several, as if her old life was now long behind. Worse yet, the prison that the old king was being sent to had also been one of Anita’s own projects, one of the very few times that she had worked on a task at the same time as him. She felt almost fortunate to have been able to remain in the capital, despite her current state, she had no desire to see the man who held the title of her biological father. While working on the prison, she had wanted desperately to impress the man, and had summoned her most sadistic inner self in an effort to appear the cold-hearted worthy heir. But she hadn’t even received a nod of acknowledgement for her efforts, not even a word, and she saddened at the memory.<br /><br />Anita was abruptly drawn from her reminiscences as the Nanny pulled her in for an enormous hug. “Oh sweety,” she said softly, “You looked so sad. Just know that you will never go to a place like that, not while you’re mine. I will always look after you, nothing bad will happen, and nobody will hurt you, just so long as you behave. If you learn to behave you can be happy, if you learn to be good you will have nothing to fear.”<br /><br />Anita was stunned. She wasn’t sure whether to feel indignant or relieved.<br /><br />The Nanny continued to hug the startled drowsing girl for a long time, before softly asking “can you behave for me, sweety? Can you promise to be good?”<br /><br />The suggestion sent a tremble through Anita’s body. She was exhausted, and had never in living memory behaved for anybody, and certainly was not normally of a predisposition to do so. But now, as she was, frightened, confused, diapered, sleepy, being cared for and promised safety, disoriented by the moment of unfamiliar affection, Anita found that she was not herself. She was a stupefied and frightened baby child, somebody who craved to be loved. She was confused, and out of her element. She found the moment dragged, and was too numb to think of a response suitable to her adult mind. Unable to think of anything else, she simply nodded, dumbly agreeing, while barely being able to understand that she was doing so.<br /><br />The Nanny kissed her silently on the forehead and held her tight for what seemed like the longest time. The realisation of what she had agreed to slowly crept across Anita’s mind. That she, the proud and powerful Princess, could be reduced to so little, simply by confusion, was terribly wrong. She furrowed her brow and shook her head at the thought. The sedatives were confusing her, she tried to tell herself, though she tried to avoid a far more embarrassing possibility, that the childlike treatment and unexpected but much craved love were truly converting her, regressing her, that some lonely and scared little girl who she truly was on the inside was finally showing her face, the veil having being pealed away. It was infuriating, she was meant to be queen, not an obedient diapered prisoner in a nursery. She halted her agreeable motions, but the damage had been done, it was too late. The Nanny was silently rocking her in a loving hug which she could not easily ignore, the warmth and attention saturated the affection-starved girl.<br /><br />Finally the rocking stopped, and the large caretaker held the princess out at a short length. “Wonderful,” she beamed, and kissed the startled girl on the cheek. Anita tried to convince herself that she hadn’t meant to agree to be good, that the moment of infantile submission had just been a product of confusion. She tried to think of something adult to say which would remind them both that she was not really a child, because now she was doubting herself.<br /><br />Her thoughts were interrupted as large hands found their way beneath her underarms, and a moment later she was in the air. She was gently placed on weak feet, where she wobbled, legs splayed far too wide to stand up independently, and could only remain upright due to the strong grip on her upper arm by the always strong and towering Nanny.<br /><br />The Nanny began walking the waddling girl in the direction a nearby highchair, and Anita realised with shock that she was wetting herself, her diaper growing damper by the moment with the unexpected movement. She gaped stupidly as she comprehended that she hadn’t even noticed her incontinence until the liquid had pooled significantly beneath her nethers, and was still filling up now. She was unable to stop herself, and all intent of mature rebellion was lost to the embarrassing warm wetness. She begun to sniffle, and found herself barely able to find the only words which could come to her mouth right now.<br /><br />“Nanny - I need a diaper change...”<br /></span>Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-30512002294672567032019-03-03T09:31:00.002-08:002019-03-03T09:31:33.381-08:00Patreon Preview - The Diaper Fairy February<div class="">
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Welp, I tried to do my first ever Pastie, <a href="https://www.patreon.com/ausdpr">up for my patreon supporters now</a>. It’s opened up an interesting new possible direction over traditional caption pics. It gave some strong ideas for improvement as well.Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-12611568761204513062018-07-18T08:50:00.000-07:002018-07-18T08:50:12.410-07:00Patreon Story Launched - Bryce's Big Act in The Diaper DimensionOn top of my previous post, I’d also
just
like to announce that I’ve launched my new main storyline for the Patreon - <b>Bryce’s Big Act in the Diaper Dimension</b>, an illustrated story which I think is going to be a lot of fun. :D<br />
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If you'd like to support illustrated diaper dimension stories for a few dollars a month, head on over to <a href="http://patreon.com/ausdpr">http://patreon.com/ausdpr</a>Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-64014839288274817182018-07-08T07:43:00.000-07:002018-07-17T20:08:54.637-07:00Patreon Launch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's late at night and I'm creating a Patreon, which seems the most suitable time to do such a thing.<br />
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All content - comics, art, stories, illustrated stories, captions - can be accessed for $5<br />
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<b><a href="https://www.patreon.com/ausdpr">https://www.patreon.com/ausdpr</a></b><br />
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It's
important to point out that some of the preview pictures won't be up at
launch, they're from the unfinished sections of stories and comics
which I'm working towards, and excited to tell the story for. Also note
that I'm not good at a whole bunch of standalone drawings for known
characters etc, but will instead be more so telling some ongoing strange and disturbing
stories.Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-54158875543080722162018-06-02T05:38:00.001-07:002018-06-02T10:30:48.233-07:00The Diaper Fairy Update<br />
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A glimpse of a comic I've been working on for about 2 years, titled
The Diaper Fairy. At this point I'm unsure if it'll be finished. I'm
thinking of starting up a Patreon, so that people will at least see
what's done so far and possibly even steer it with suggestions. Though
there are some very fun images done near the ending which the story
would need to be guided towards. While I prefer to just release finished
stories all at once, it’s definitely a slog spending years getting
through a comic without anybody getting to see it, so I was wondering if
people might be interested.<br />
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<br />Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-60705310755153246282018-04-19T08:55:00.003-07:002018-04-19T09:06:17.599-07:00Diaper Dimension Short - Abbey's Unfinished Report<br />
“Abbey honey! We’re going out. Time to put down your toys.”<br />
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Abbey glanced down at the floor. Between her spread legs was her dolly and pink barbie car. <br />
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Abbey blinked. A heavy hand fell on her shoulder.<br />
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“Abbey. I won’t tell you again. We have a salon session, and then you need to see Dr Richards.”<br />
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Abbey nodded, slowly. Of course, Dr Richards.<br />
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She put down the toys, and began to stand up. Well, tried. That didn’t work very well. She had to push down on the floor with both hands, and stick her backside out behind her.<br />
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The way it all crinkled and pressed at her should have been enough to know. But once she was up, Abbey had to lift the front of her pinafore dress.<br />
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Sure enough, there it was. White and crinkly and bulging out in front of her, before curving down between her legs. She tried to lean forward to see where it went, and almost fell over.<br />
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It was her diaper.<br />
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Abbey stood there staring at it, then felt a swat on her bottom.<br />
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“Put that dress down, you indecent girl.”<br />
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Abbey blinked, stumbling forward. It was hard to walk in the diaper, and she almost fell, before realizing that she had to spread her leg out wide to compensate. She took two waddling steps before stopping herself.<br />
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“Now come along.”<br />
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She was meant to walk? Like this?<br />
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She turned, and saw a giant hand awaiting her. She followed the arm up, then saw the enormous woman staring down at her. She must have been… three time’s Abbey’s size. Goodness. Since when had… who was…<br />
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“Don’t keep Mommy waiting Little Miss. The naughty corner stool will be waiting when we get back otherwise.”<br />
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Abbey blinked, and took the offered hand.<br />
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A moment later, and she was waddling along at a pace, her eyes wide.<br />
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But Mommy had her, and wasn’t going to let her fall. Mommy..?<br />
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They stopped at the door, where Abbey had to lift one foot, and then the other, as her feet were helped into stubby little velcro shoes. Placing hands on Mommy’s shoulders didn’t do much to help when she still had the thickness of the diaper to contend with.<br />
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She glanced up during the second shoe, and found herself looking down the neckline of Mommy’s dress. Enormous boobs hung there. Abbey gaped in confusion, until the visage lifted away and the woman towered above again.<br />
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She let her hand be taken again, and they were off.<br />
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The door to the salon chimed. <br />
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A few people glanced over as Mommy and Abbey entered.<br />
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Mommy was all smiles. Abbey blinked in clear confusion. She glanced over her shoulder again, as if she’d seen something outside which had surprised her, or perhaps many things.<br />
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<br />
She was distracted until she found herself by the salon chair, missing whatever the grownups were saying. A moment later, two large fingers entered her diaper, declaring her wet.<br />
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Abbey blinked. Wet? Her? But she-<br />
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“Oh that’s fine. She can sit on the chair with a plastic cover.”<br />
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Abbey was whisked from the ground by two strong hands. Mommy’s hands.<br />
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She landed with a squelch on the plastic-covered chair. She was wet!<br />
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She considered asking when that had happened. But no, she didn’t want to bring attention to it. Instead she frowned as a big smock was whisked in front of her, blocking her view. A moment later, it was tied behind her neck with velcro.<br />
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The chair began to go up in short jolts, accompanied by the hisses of pump. She held on tight, bracing at the loud squishes which came from beneath her each time.<br />
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Abbey glanced at the mirror for the first time, and blinked yet again.<br />
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It was… her… Yes… Her hair was all in golden ringlets though, with pink little butterfly clips. Had she always had those freckles on her cheeks?<br />
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<br />
“What will it be today?”<br />
<br />
<br />
“Nothing major. I just think she’ll do better a shade lighter. Look at those sweet little cheeks, and imagine them framed in strawberry blonde curls.“<br />
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Abbey stared at her reflection. Were her cheeks always that puffy?<br />
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She opened her mouth to ask a question. Mommy seemed to be ready, and slipped a pacifier into her mouth.<br />
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Abbey blinked. It was huge! Filling her mouth. She tried to say something, but instead ended up sucking the pacifier. She supposed that she could suck on it for now. When Mommy let her talk, it would probably be a better time.<br />
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Though, she wasn’t entirely happy about it.<br />
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Her hair was shampooed. Big hands guided her to lean back into a basin of water.<br />
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Mommy and a new woman smiled down at her. They told her that it was just a rinse, to not be scared. Mommy waved a toy above her, and Abbey blinked at the colours and shapes. Did they expect that she…<br />
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She was sat back up, to another squelch. A hairdryer began its loud booming, which drove out her other thoughts.<br />
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Big hands tossed her hair around.<br />
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Something was massaged over her scalp. Abbey was told not to touch it. Not like she had a choice, with the big smock covering her, she considered saying. But the pacifier was in her mouth. She would suck it for now. It was kind of nice, though definitely not the best.<br />
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She noticed a dribble in her diaper, and frowned. That had happened on the walk over too, hadn’t it? When she’d seen… In the park… There’d been giants, and regular sized people…<br />
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And so many people in diapers…<br />
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Abbey had seen two people being changed beside each other, on the grass, by a giant man and woman.<br />
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Their open diapers had had a hint of brown.<br />
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Abbey made a face, and wriggled her backside. No way was she ever…<br />
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“Oh don’t squirm you naughty thing.”<br />
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Abbey winced, and stopped.<br />
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“You be good Abbey.”<br />
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It seemed like an eternity. Finally her hair was rinsed again. Then dried again. The smock was whisked away.<br />
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Abbey faced the mirror, and got a look at what she was wearing. Goodness! The ribbon was almost tied under her armpits. The waistline was so high! It seemed to all be shifted up to end high enough to get a good view of her... <br />
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She glanced down. Her diaper was clearly wet. It was all ballooned out under the pressure. Goodness, when had that happened? She’d kept going?<br />
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The stylist noticed too, and poked the thick padding. Abbey wriggled, feeling it as a distant touch beneath the enormous bulge over her crotch. Yet it was still pointy, and wet, and reminded her of the state of her diaper…<br />
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Her diaper…<br />
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The stylist and Mommy exchanged some words. Abbey didn’t hear them, she was so baffled.<br />
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A moment later and she was in a bathroom, on her back on a table. A strap went over her front, and Abbey had some idea of what might be happening.<br />
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Oh no! Just like those people in the park!<br />
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She tried to mumble around the pacifier. It was too late. Mommy was pulling the tapes on her diaper, loud enough that surely everybody out in the salon could hear. Oh they would all know!<br />
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Abbey squeezed her eyes shut. She tried to make sense of things, but was pulled away from any coherent thoughts as the wet wipe touched her. It was so cold, and Mommy pushed so hard.<br />
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It went on and on.<br />
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Finally she felt powder sprinkling on her, then big fingers worked it in. A new fresh diaper came up between her legs. Abbey sighed in relief.<br />
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Not that she’d choose diapers. She… what did she normally.. Oh!<br />
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She lost that thought as Mommy sealed the final tape, giving a firm push on the centre of the diaper to make sure that it was all in place.<br />
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Abbey blushed.<br />
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They re-entered the salon. Abbey was in Mommy’s arms, and kept her gaze on the floor. They’d probably all heard the tape rips, and especially Mommy’s cooing comments.<br />
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Big hands held her in front of a mirror. Abbey blinked as she saw the full effect. It was her, but… She looked so much like a-<br />
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Mommy thanked the stylish, and paid at the counter.<br />
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Abbey was put on the floor, her face red. The new diaper wasn’t as flexible as the old one, stiffer and dryer, though it at least wasn’t sopping wet and sliding against her.<br />
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“Oh she loves it. Say thank you Abbey.”<br />
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Abbey blinked, and glanced up. Mommy was pulling the pacifier from her mouth. It left with a loud pop.<br />
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“Th-Thank you,” she squeaked, startled at her own voice. Was it always so high?<br />
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They smiled at her. She caught a few other patrons smiling at her in the corners of her eyes.<br />
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Abbey quickly turned her gaze back to the tiled floor. She had to look past the pinafore skirts, her big bulging diaper, and the little velcroed shoes. It might not have been better than seeing them smiling at her.<br />
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They left the salon the way they’d come in. Abbey blinked against the sunlight.<br />
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She didn’t see or hear much from her position. She was held firmly at Mommy’s side, and could sense that she was safe. Occasionally Mommy gave her a little tug to step over things. Abbey blushed, but was thankful. She couldn’t even imagine trying in her diapers. Unfortunately, people also got a good look at them during those large, vertical steps.<br />
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Vertical was a big word, she supposed.<br />
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They arrived at an office complex.<br />
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A pretty woman showed to Dr Richards office. He was all smiles and handsome laughter lines. Abbey blushed, and buried her face in Mommy’s blouse at such thoughts. Dr Richards was a grownup! And Abbey… She… Wait...<br />
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“How is she doing?”<br />
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“Oh we’ve been just wonderful. She’s very happy with me. A few wet diapers though.”<br />
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Dr Richards beamed.<br />
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He typed some things into his computer, and brought up some files. Abbey was shown a special screen to watch while the grownups talked. She frowned, wanting to discuss this, but was soon distracted by the shapes and pretty cartoon characters.<br />
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When she came to, she was getting another diaper change. She hoped she didn’t do that thing like those two being changed in the park.<br />
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Mommy pulled up the diaper, and gave it another of those breathtaking pushes. Abbey had to say thank you.<br />
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She was left laying there as Mommy discussed something with Dr Richards behind her. Abbey sucked on her thumb, squinting at him. He looked familiar, maybe more familiar from this angle.<br />
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She had flashes, of being at a computer. Of typing a report. Discussing how she believed that people were being taken into another world, to be put into diapers and kept as adult babies.<br />
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She hadn’t told anybody. Everybody at the intelligence agency would think that she was crazy. And would wonder why she was even thinking about adults in diapers in the first place.<br />
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But Abbey was an agent! She-<br />
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“Oh Abbey is in need of a tickle!”<br />
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She squealed as Mommy started, rolling around. She gasped, trying to tell the woman to stop, that it was causing her to-<br />
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The seat of her diaper unfortunately didn’t stay clean for long. With a silent rustle, which perhaps only Abbey heard, the back ballooned out.<br />
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And oh, she’d just been changed… Mommy wasn’t even checking her right now… And Abbey sure as hell wasn’t going to bring it up and bring attention to it…<br />
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But she was an agent! But she was also a baby. A true Mommy’s girl.<br />
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She perhaps should have said something as Mommy raised her for a knee bounce, to discuss more things with Dr Richards. Abbey didn’t get a squeak out until well into the first bounce, and by then it was too late.<br />
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Abbey glanced around desperately, looking for anything which might help her. All she saw were pictures of women and men like her on the walls. There was advertisements for diapers, rattles, toys, outfits, accompanied by a bunch of logos and colourful play writing. Abbey realized that she was in a pediatrician’s office, of sorts. <br />
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Mommy kept bouncing on and on. She asked something about trying breastfeeding after this, and Abbey moaned, her eyes rolling back. She really wasn't an agent now… Even if she did remember a part of that, as well as her new life and identity… It didn’t matter if she had a boss to return a report to. The only boss which mattered was the one which had two huge boobs and was squishing and crinkling a diaper beneath her backside... The only report Abbey had to deliver was the one emerging out of her backside to fill the diaper further… Making sure that it was at least complete before they checked it...Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-2437240459096197572018-03-28T19:23:00.001-07:002018-03-28T19:27:12.908-07:00Taledale #1<br />
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From a new series.Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-58273976408969438542018-03-02T11:01:00.002-08:002018-03-02T11:01:38.626-08:00Quick Chasing Emily FanartELLIE52 over at Daily Diapers asked if somebody could draw the scene where a photographer captures Emily watching Chase leave on a motorcycle. I thought I'd try my hand at it. No fetish content in this sorry.<br />
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<br />Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-48769880759122536102018-01-23T12:11:00.002-08:002018-01-23T12:11:24.768-08:00A Playful Mistake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-65064090596690556042018-01-14T03:15:00.001-08:002018-01-14T03:15:46.700-08:00"Crawl" SketchJust a character I was sketching for one of my WIP stories, she's in a sort of steampunk, fantasy, alternate-universe plot.<br />
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<br />Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-12499914132230695992017-10-27T02:00:00.002-07:002017-10-27T02:25:15.695-07:00The Thief's TantrumI was trying to come up with a new way to draw diapers, and accidentally created this. The character's proportions are a bit stockier than I prefer to draw, and to be honest she looked a bit less odd without the enormous hair, but it was also kind of fun to do a ridiculous, 'mistakable' AB character. (edit: I've updated the proportions because it was looking super bad at the thumbnail size, though the bonus image still has the older proportions)<br />
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<br />Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-24376125323998102082017-10-09T08:03:00.000-07:002017-10-09T08:05:01.776-07:00Pade-Rey SketchThis is a design from an enormous parody novel I was writing for 2 years, combining the diaper dimension and pop culture, which I never finished.<br />
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I thought it might never get seen, but since the new Star Wars trailer is dropping today, I thought it would be fun to finish up a sketch of one of the main characters - 'Daisy' or 'Pade-Rey'<br />
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'Junior Robes' version:<br />
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<br />Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-21660905059183500572017-09-04T22:20:00.000-07:002017-09-05T02:55:54.578-07:00Diaper Dimension - Lyle Redmond's Girls AltThis was an earlier version of my most recent picture, with more story-appropriate tights. The full-resolution version should be <a href="https://ausdpr.deviantart.com/art/Diaper-Dimension-Lyle-Redmond-s-Girls-Alt-702827709">available on DeviantArt</a>.<br />
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There was meant to be a story about the assistant snapping a photo of how hard the girls trained on the day, and had it framed, and how the girls did so well that nobody needed any spankings that night (though, the next morning - after two girls had been denied diaper changes - was a different story).<br />
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edit: You know, those diapers really don't seem thick enough still. ;)<br />
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<br />Sir Spankalot (AusDpr)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885176392223562851noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662847311764829043.post-459987898170142892017-09-04T05:34:00.001-07:002017-09-04T22:10:18.547-07:00Revisiting the Diaper Dimension - Lyle Redmond's Girls RevisitedSo I've been doing a lot of artwork over the last 2 years which I've never released, various half finished comics etc while trying to improve my quality.<br />
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