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One of my favorite stories I've ever written. it comes from a very deep place
Little troubles,
Big words
By: Mia
Sitting in the driveway in front of the modest 2 story house Rachel reached into the backseat grabbing her diaper bag. Opening the top she smiled taking stock of her supplies for the night. Extra thick Diapers, wipes, lotion, powder. A few soft toys, some bottles, and a few jars of baby food. Check and check.
Grinning the antelope stood, walking to the door as she gave a gentle knock. The waiting was, normally, the worst at this part of the job. As an abdl babysitter, taking care of adults who like to pretend they are babies, you sometimes didn't know who would answer. Though this time was a bit different.
After a few seconds the door opened and she was beckoned inside. Stepping in she was greeted by a tall tigress in a business suit the woman smiled gently down to her.
“Rachel, I'm so glad you could make it! Anna has been excited for her favorite babysitter all day…. Umm… may I ask a favor tonight dear?”
Rachel picked up on the change in mood nearly instantly. Mary was one of her best friends since high school and to hear the, almost distress in her voice, made the antelope nod a bit apprehensive as the tigress continued.
“Well… Anna has been a bit distant with me lately. I'm not sure what's wrong with her but I was wondering, if you could do a little digging for me? The little squeaker really loves having you over and she feels safe with you.”
Giving a small smile, Rachel pulled her friend into a tight hug feeling the pressure and tension nearly melt away.
“Mare, you go right ahead to your meeting. I will do my absolute best to take care of your little girl. I'll let you know what I find out.”
Giving her one last hug, the tigress thanked her friend and headed out the door, sighing a small bit watching her leave Rachel started walking into the living room to see a familiar sight.
Laying on her stomach, a large bulky bulge of a diaper under her pink shortalls, her thin mouse tail twitching a bit to the theme of the show on tv. Sneaking up gently behind her, the babysitter grinned and reached down flipping the diminutive little one over and started tickling her.
“you little soaker!, you think you can just not say hi at the door when Aunty Rachel comes to vi…”
Rachel stopped short, as she got a good look at Anna's face. The pink pacifier bobbed up and down briskly as she suckled it. Her cheeks were puffier than normal, eyes red and clearly wet, the girl had very recently been crying her little eyes out.
Taking her hands gently pulling the mouse up, though the girl was nearly 26 she was thin as a rail, Rachel easily helped her stand up. Looking into her eyes she knelt down to her level.
“Anna banana, do you have something to say to me?”
Looking down, as she grabbed the pacifier taking it from her mouth with an audible pop, the mouse spoke softly, her voice slightly hoarse.
“Aunty Rachel…. Can we talk please?”
"Yes, of course we can talk, sweetie" Rachel smiled, taking her by the hand and leading her out to Mary's living room. She sat on the couch, pulling the padded girl gently down next to her.
"When you're ready to be Little again, move to the floor. Until then, you can call me Rachel."
The relief on her face was immense, and her entire posture relaxed. The sitter began to wonder if everything was all right between her and Mary - a lifestyle couple still needed to connect outside of the dynamic, the game couldn't be everything... it wasn't healthy.
"What do you want to talk about Anna?"
"I'm just curious..."
She began timidly, nervously winding her fingers together as her tail gently flicked from side to side.
"Does Mommy.. does Mary think I'm a burden?"
Of all the questions Rachel expected to come out of her mouth, that had not been one of them. She was good at reading people - really good, it's what made her great at her job, and yet here she was, floored by an unexpected reaction. Mary and Anna were the perfect pair, the poster couple for MD/lg - Mary was dominating, commanding, loving, while Anna was cute, cuddly, and bratty but mostly obedient... and they loved each other deeply. Gently looking into Anna’s eyes she leaned back a bit opening up and speaking softly.
“Anna, dear why would you think that? Has… your Mommy done anything to make you think that way at all?”
Her saddened look was all it took to put that question to rest. The padded mouse shook her head vigorously as she cuddled into Rachel speaking softly, her voice still thick with emotion like she might break into more crying any second.
“No, of course not, Mommy hasn’t done anything like that I just feel like I...”
Rachel smiled a soft smile, a smile that said 'Everything will be alright', and laid a hand on her knee, turning her body to face her. She put on a familiar mask, one that she used to comfort distraught employees - she couldn't meddle in Mary's relationship, but felt confident in how to deal with this particular Little-crisis.
"Anna, I can't say for certain how Mary feels about you at any given moment, but I can say this: what you are feeling is really common for kept submissives and littles. You're wondering if you're worth the trouble, if you contribute enough, if she's just playing along to keep you happy and she's secretly miserable.
There it was.
That was the fear.
Tears sprung to her eyes immediately and she nodded her head quickly, her lips pursed as she tried to keep herself from crying. Anna didn't have the firmest rein on her emotions - it came with pretending to be a toddler the vast majority of the day. Taking a deep breath and speaking softly Rachel assured her.
"It's not your responsibility to second guess her, If she's miserable, it's her responsibility to talk about it. You can ASK her about it but whatever she tells you, you should take what she says at face value. Here's where the real problem lies, I think - you can't understand why she would be happy taking care of all your needs. Pampering you literally and figuratively. You can't understand why she would want to spend her time, effort, and money keeping you in this lifestyle that makes you so ludicrously happy. You can't see what she's getting out of it, and it makes you feel guilty."
"Yes!"
Anna gasped, nodding vigorously. she gestured down at her diapered crotch looking like she might tear up again.
"That's it exactly! When we first got together, I used to do so much for her, before... I would buy her things and we would go places. I mean, I still make her dinner and I clean up around the apartment, but is that enough to repay her for everything she does for me? I don't want to lose her!"
Her tears were flowing freely then, she was overwhelmed by fear and doubt. Rachel simply followed her instincts and grabbed the little mouse around the waist, pulling her into her lap.
"Hey, You're not going to lose her by doing what she wants, you silly Little. You're her princess and she loves you.”
Rachel softly wiped her tears away as she spoke gently, letting the little lean on her in a gentle hug holding her attention rapt. The mouse gently nodding along.
“You can't understand what she gets out of it because if you doted on her the way she dotes on you, giving every ounce of her attention, doing every little thing for you, you'd feel resentful and upset."
Anna quietly nodded again, confirming Rachel's thoughts. As she thought of what to say, she couldn't help but pull the mouse just a little closer.
"But you're not wired the same way, Anna. You're not a dominant. You think I secretly want someone to swoop into my life and keep me in diapers?"
She laughed a little, sniffling as she reached up to wipe at stray tears falling, her breathing getting easier as she calmed.
"No, I can't even imagine you in diapers, you're so strong."
"And I don't want that. Do you want to be in diapers?" Rachel said as she playfully tugged at the strap to her shortalls.
"You're helpless, Anna. You can't go to the potty if you wanted to, you're stuck and you're going to have to pee on yourself like a toddler. Is that what you want?"
Anna squirmed in her lap and nodded, blushing, hiding her face in her hands. Her body language was delightful, the smell of the powder on her, the faint remnants of strawberry-scented shampoo in her hair. She was adorable, and Mary was beyond lucky.
"Well? Is that what you want?"
Rachel prompted her. Reaching down to gently pinch the smaller girl's cheeks. Causing the mouse to cover her face on instinct.
"Yes, Auntie Rachel"
she squeaked from behind her hands, her Little-voice returning. She couldn't help it, her buttons were being pushed, the ones that made her brain melt a little.
"Tell me that you like being trapped in your shortalls,"
The antelope babysitter teased, patting her diapered crotch. As she dropped her hands the mouse's ears folded down gently as she whispered.
"I like it, I like being trapped, I like having no choice."
Nodding the affirmative, Rachel gently reached down cupping the girls chin pulling it up to look into her eyes.
"And Mary likes you being that way. A dominant doesn't want the squirmy feelings you're having right now, we don't feel them. We want to feel power, to feel your vulnerability. We want to feel needed and in control. We want to be trusted, deeply. I promise you, the feeling that you're having right now - Mary gets the dominant version of that feeling when she picks on you."
“Thanks, Rachel,"
Anna sighed happily, sliding off Rachel's lap and onto the floor, where Mary preferred her when she was being little. the babysitter couldn't blame her, the leather couch was nice and the squeaker was prone to leaks, after all.
"It's just so hard to believe that she would want that."
"You want to wear the diapers, she wants to put you in them, it's that simple. You're fulfilled by being controlled, she's fulfilled by being controlling. It takes all kinds in this world sweetie.”
Reaching down gently Rachel gave Anna's padded bottom a pat, pushing her towards her toys as the little mouse toddled off, giggling. Rachel knew that she would have a lot to talk about once Mary got home.
Little troubles,
Big words
By: Mia
Sitting in the driveway in front of the modest 2 story house Rachel reached into the backseat grabbing her diaper bag. Opening the top she smiled taking stock of her supplies for the night. Extra thick Diapers, wipes, lotion, powder. A few soft toys, some bottles, and a few jars of baby food. Check and check.
Grinning the antelope stood, walking to the door as she gave a gentle knock. The waiting was, normally, the worst at this part of the job. As an abdl babysitter, taking care of adults who like to pretend they are babies, you sometimes didn't know who would answer. Though this time was a bit different.
After a few seconds the door opened and she was beckoned inside. Stepping in she was greeted by a tall tigress in a business suit the woman smiled gently down to her.
“Rachel, I'm so glad you could make it! Anna has been excited for her favorite babysitter all day…. Umm… may I ask a favor tonight dear?”
Rachel picked up on the change in mood nearly instantly. Mary was one of her best friends since high school and to hear the, almost distress in her voice, made the antelope nod a bit apprehensive as the tigress continued.
“Well… Anna has been a bit distant with me lately. I'm not sure what's wrong with her but I was wondering, if you could do a little digging for me? The little squeaker really loves having you over and she feels safe with you.”
Giving a small smile, Rachel pulled her friend into a tight hug feeling the pressure and tension nearly melt away.
“Mare, you go right ahead to your meeting. I will do my absolute best to take care of your little girl. I'll let you know what I find out.”
Giving her one last hug, the tigress thanked her friend and headed out the door, sighing a small bit watching her leave Rachel started walking into the living room to see a familiar sight.
Laying on her stomach, a large bulky bulge of a diaper under her pink shortalls, her thin mouse tail twitching a bit to the theme of the show on tv. Sneaking up gently behind her, the babysitter grinned and reached down flipping the diminutive little one over and started tickling her.
“you little soaker!, you think you can just not say hi at the door when Aunty Rachel comes to vi…”
Rachel stopped short, as she got a good look at Anna's face. The pink pacifier bobbed up and down briskly as she suckled it. Her cheeks were puffier than normal, eyes red and clearly wet, the girl had very recently been crying her little eyes out.
Taking her hands gently pulling the mouse up, though the girl was nearly 26 she was thin as a rail, Rachel easily helped her stand up. Looking into her eyes she knelt down to her level.
“Anna banana, do you have something to say to me?”
Looking down, as she grabbed the pacifier taking it from her mouth with an audible pop, the mouse spoke softly, her voice slightly hoarse.
“Aunty Rachel…. Can we talk please?”
"Yes, of course we can talk, sweetie" Rachel smiled, taking her by the hand and leading her out to Mary's living room. She sat on the couch, pulling the padded girl gently down next to her.
"When you're ready to be Little again, move to the floor. Until then, you can call me Rachel."
The relief on her face was immense, and her entire posture relaxed. The sitter began to wonder if everything was all right between her and Mary - a lifestyle couple still needed to connect outside of the dynamic, the game couldn't be everything... it wasn't healthy.
"What do you want to talk about Anna?"
"I'm just curious..."
She began timidly, nervously winding her fingers together as her tail gently flicked from side to side.
"Does Mommy.. does Mary think I'm a burden?"
Of all the questions Rachel expected to come out of her mouth, that had not been one of them. She was good at reading people - really good, it's what made her great at her job, and yet here she was, floored by an unexpected reaction. Mary and Anna were the perfect pair, the poster couple for MD/lg - Mary was dominating, commanding, loving, while Anna was cute, cuddly, and bratty but mostly obedient... and they loved each other deeply. Gently looking into Anna’s eyes she leaned back a bit opening up and speaking softly.
“Anna, dear why would you think that? Has… your Mommy done anything to make you think that way at all?”
Her saddened look was all it took to put that question to rest. The padded mouse shook her head vigorously as she cuddled into Rachel speaking softly, her voice still thick with emotion like she might break into more crying any second.
“No, of course not, Mommy hasn’t done anything like that I just feel like I...”
Rachel smiled a soft smile, a smile that said 'Everything will be alright', and laid a hand on her knee, turning her body to face her. She put on a familiar mask, one that she used to comfort distraught employees - she couldn't meddle in Mary's relationship, but felt confident in how to deal with this particular Little-crisis.
"Anna, I can't say for certain how Mary feels about you at any given moment, but I can say this: what you are feeling is really common for kept submissives and littles. You're wondering if you're worth the trouble, if you contribute enough, if she's just playing along to keep you happy and she's secretly miserable.
There it was.
That was the fear.
Tears sprung to her eyes immediately and she nodded her head quickly, her lips pursed as she tried to keep herself from crying. Anna didn't have the firmest rein on her emotions - it came with pretending to be a toddler the vast majority of the day. Taking a deep breath and speaking softly Rachel assured her.
"It's not your responsibility to second guess her, If she's miserable, it's her responsibility to talk about it. You can ASK her about it but whatever she tells you, you should take what she says at face value. Here's where the real problem lies, I think - you can't understand why she would be happy taking care of all your needs. Pampering you literally and figuratively. You can't understand why she would want to spend her time, effort, and money keeping you in this lifestyle that makes you so ludicrously happy. You can't see what she's getting out of it, and it makes you feel guilty."
"Yes!"
Anna gasped, nodding vigorously. she gestured down at her diapered crotch looking like she might tear up again.
"That's it exactly! When we first got together, I used to do so much for her, before... I would buy her things and we would go places. I mean, I still make her dinner and I clean up around the apartment, but is that enough to repay her for everything she does for me? I don't want to lose her!"
Her tears were flowing freely then, she was overwhelmed by fear and doubt. Rachel simply followed her instincts and grabbed the little mouse around the waist, pulling her into her lap.
"Hey, You're not going to lose her by doing what she wants, you silly Little. You're her princess and she loves you.”
Rachel softly wiped her tears away as she spoke gently, letting the little lean on her in a gentle hug holding her attention rapt. The mouse gently nodding along.
“You can't understand what she gets out of it because if you doted on her the way she dotes on you, giving every ounce of her attention, doing every little thing for you, you'd feel resentful and upset."
Anna quietly nodded again, confirming Rachel's thoughts. As she thought of what to say, she couldn't help but pull the mouse just a little closer.
"But you're not wired the same way, Anna. You're not a dominant. You think I secretly want someone to swoop into my life and keep me in diapers?"
She laughed a little, sniffling as she reached up to wipe at stray tears falling, her breathing getting easier as she calmed.
"No, I can't even imagine you in diapers, you're so strong."
"And I don't want that. Do you want to be in diapers?" Rachel said as she playfully tugged at the strap to her shortalls.
"You're helpless, Anna. You can't go to the potty if you wanted to, you're stuck and you're going to have to pee on yourself like a toddler. Is that what you want?"
Anna squirmed in her lap and nodded, blushing, hiding her face in her hands. Her body language was delightful, the smell of the powder on her, the faint remnants of strawberry-scented shampoo in her hair. She was adorable, and Mary was beyond lucky.
"Well? Is that what you want?"
Rachel prompted her. Reaching down to gently pinch the smaller girl's cheeks. Causing the mouse to cover her face on instinct.
"Yes, Auntie Rachel"
she squeaked from behind her hands, her Little-voice returning. She couldn't help it, her buttons were being pushed, the ones that made her brain melt a little.
"Tell me that you like being trapped in your shortalls,"
The antelope babysitter teased, patting her diapered crotch. As she dropped her hands the mouse's ears folded down gently as she whispered.
"I like it, I like being trapped, I like having no choice."
Nodding the affirmative, Rachel gently reached down cupping the girls chin pulling it up to look into her eyes.
"And Mary likes you being that way. A dominant doesn't want the squirmy feelings you're having right now, we don't feel them. We want to feel power, to feel your vulnerability. We want to feel needed and in control. We want to be trusted, deeply. I promise you, the feeling that you're having right now - Mary gets the dominant version of that feeling when she picks on you."
“Thanks, Rachel,"
Anna sighed happily, sliding off Rachel's lap and onto the floor, where Mary preferred her when she was being little. the babysitter couldn't blame her, the leather couch was nice and the squeaker was prone to leaks, after all.
"It's just so hard to believe that she would want that."
"You want to wear the diapers, she wants to put you in them, it's that simple. You're fulfilled by being controlled, she's fulfilled by being controlling. It takes all kinds in this world sweetie.”
Reaching down gently Rachel gave Anna's padded bottom a pat, pushing her towards her toys as the little mouse toddled off, giggling. Rachel knew that she would have a lot to talk about once Mary got home.
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This is so terribly adorable and heartwarming.
You can, and should, be very, very proud of this!
You can, and should, be very, very proud of this!
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