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CYOA: The Marathon - Chapter 5 (Story)
🕑 Added 2023-10-29 12:00:04 +0000 UTC"Umm..." Fawn wriggled, feeling lost and confused, not knowing what to do. There was a part of her that wondered if maybe she should just let it go, let the woman pick for her. There weren't that many movies, after all... What did it really matter?
But, no! She shook her head, blushing at having even considered it. She felt so small, so powerless, already, in her messy diaper, in the woman's arms... She couldn't give up any more control than she already had!
"That one!" she declared, pointing her finger at the top of the list, nibbling on her lip as she did her best to decode what it said, what she was in for. The usherette didn't provide her any hints, as expected by now, simply handing over the ticket.
If the woman dressed as a Mommy was disappointed, she didn't show it; in fact, she smiled, giving Fawn a bounce, the girl squeaking in protest as the mush in her diaper squished. "Good job!" she praised. "Now, then, let's see... How did you do with your snacks, little one?"
After what she had said before, Fawn was less than pleased at the fact that she had finished off the bottle. Surely it had been a joke... Right? There was no way this stranger had given her a bottle of breastmilk. She had thought it tasted strange, however, as she'd nursed on it, but, clearly, it hadn't bothered her enough to make her stop. The Cheerios had been nowhere near as good as popcorn, though still easy enough for her to munch on, so she'd eaten them all without even noticing.
"What a good girl!" the woman cooed, bouncing Fawn again. "I guess you liked them, huh? I had some other snacks for you, but if you enjoyed these so much, I suppose you don't need them, do you?"
Fawn couldn't help the curiosity she felt, wondering what that might have been... She had a feeling they wouldn't have been an improvement, however, and she wasn't sure, even if they were, they'd have been worth risking Mommy's wrath for not eating what she'd given to her.
"I-I don't need milk, either," she said quietly, ready to be done with that whether it was what she feared it was or not.
"Don't be silly," the woman told her, carrying her towards the bathroom. "How are you going to grow up big and strong without Mommy's milk?"
Fawn groaned, liking that phrasing even worse. "Aww, what's wrong?" the woman grinned down at her. "Do you not want to grow up? Do you want to be Mommy's baby forever?"
"No!" Fawn shook her head quickly, frantically attempting to do what she could to not let her get that idea in her mind, no matter how much it must look like that was the case, currently. "I-I'm already grown up..."
The woman laughed, Fawn shrinking back at the sound of it, at how hilarious she appeared to find that claim. "It is Halloween," she observed after she calmed down. "I think that would be too far-fetched a costume for anyone to buy, though, sweetie."
"It's not a costume!" Fawn whined.
"Of course not," the woman nodded. "You're a little pumpkin. You can't also be a grown-up."
Fawn rolled her eyes as the woman pushed open the door to the bathroom. "This is just my sweater! You took the rest of my outfit, and...!"
"That's because you aren't in costume yet," the woman chuckled. "We have to get you all cleaned up first."
As humiliating as it was, being laid down on the changing table, having her messy backside wiped clean, she couldn't deny that the aftermath was a huge improvement, even after a fresh diaper was slid underneath her. She wanted, so badly, to tell the woman she didn't need it, to demand she stop it... After she'd just changed her out of a dirty diaper, however, she doubted her ability to convince the woman of the former, and she knew for a fact she didn't have a chance of convincing her of the latter.
She did miss her big girl panties very badly as she was pinned into another set of double diapers, as her plastic pants were pulled back around them, trapping her inside. "Doesn't that feel better?" The woman asked, sitting her up, giving her diaper a pat.
"Y-Yeah," Fawn admitted. "B-But big girl panties would feel better..."
"Big girl panties are for big girls," the woman told her, grabbing the bottom of Fawn's sweater and, without warning, yanking it up over her head. Fawn gasped as the final remnant of the outfit she'd come here in was whisked away before she could react, leaving her sitting there, stunned for a long moment before she thought to try to cover her bare chest, wearing a diaper, ankle socks, and Mary Janes. "And you don't look like a big girl to me."
Fawn couldn't say she felt like one right now, either, blushing up at the much bigger, much better endowed, woman standing over her. There was nothing she could do if the woman made her leave the bathroom like this, forced her to toddle up to the usher and hand her ticket over to him... She whimpered at the very idea, mortified to feel a trickle of wetness in her diaper as she squirmed on the changing table.
Thankfully, the woman didn't make her do that, although the alternative might not have been much of an improvement. Out of the diaper bag came an orange onesie, a jack o' lantern face, much like the one on Fawn's sweater, on the front. The diaper bulge underneath it was absurdly obvious, but she did, at least, have her chest covered again. A little orange hat, tipped with a green felt stem, finished off the costume, turning her into an infantile pumpkin.
"Much better," the woman declared. "Everyone is just going to eat you up..."
She was so glad her friends weren't here to see this after all. Maybe they could have put a stop to it, but, if not, there was no way she could have faced them like this, looking, for all the world, like a toddler waddling off to go trick or treating as she was escorted out of the bathroom. She really had to depend on the usher being in front of the right theater this time, with no way of knowing, otherwise, where she ought to go, which movie she was headed to as the woman sent her away with a pat on the diaper, a new, full bottle, and another bag of Cheerios.
There was a moment, as the woman turned away, when Fawn's eyes flickered towards the exit, wondering if it would be worth it to attempt to get to her car before shaking her head. If she made it through one more movie, she'd be free... Hopefully... And, it dawned on her only afterwards, the woman had her keys in the diaper bag with the rest of her things anyway, so she wouldn't have gotten far.
That meant she was going to have to face the woman one more time when the movie was over; she just prayed her bladder would hold out until then, desperate to keep from proving the woman's point about what a baby she was, even though there was already a dampness in the padding. She had drank an awful lot of soda today, however... And far more milk than she cared to think about.
Her hands were shaking as she handed over the ticket, blushed as she stared down at the usher's feet. But, like the usherette, all she got was the same, "Right this way," after he tore it, no reaction to her costume at all, or anything else.
She toddled her way into the theater one last time, ready to head for her new usual seat, turning the corner to head up the stands, only to stop short. There was, it seemed, something different about this movie after all...
Everyone was there. The women dressed as Mommies were filling up the back row, where she would have normally sat, before tonight, with a few scattered throughout the rest of the auditorium. Right at the end of the middle row, where she'd have to pass by to get to her new usual seat, was someone wearing a sheet over their head, turning to look at her as she appeared. And in the row behind that, right in the center, the Horned King was sitting, knife on his lap, waiting.
She took a step back, heart pounding. Other than the usher and usherette, this was everyone she'd seen in the theater today... What were the chances they'd all pick the same movie to end out the marathon? Something was very wrong here... She stumbled backwards, hurrying, as fast as she could, back towards the exit, but she was barely surprised to discover it was already locked.
Reluctantly, she returned to the seats, picking one in the row closest to the exit, where she'd never have sat otherwise, since she'd have to crane her neck upwards to see the screen. She was more concerned now with the other audience members, and staying as far away from them as she could, having an easy way out of here... Not that it mattered, really, when she was locked in here with them.
The bottle was plopped into the cup holder, with no intention of touching it again, though she gladly began to eat the Cheerios, glad to have that to think about for a moment, rather than everyone sitting behind her.
When the movie began, she still had no idea which one it was, all the words in the opening credits absolutely gibberish to her, every one of them making her feel more nervous, more scared about what she was going to do when she returned to school if she couldn't read... If she was able to get back to school after all this was over. The credits did run over the picture of a full moon, so she suspected it was Curse of the Moon, but that was such a generic spooky image that it was hard to say that with any certainty. There was, notably, no howling, which she would have expected from a werewolf movie, as she assumed this was, causing her to doubt it even more, but as the credits started to come to a close, she did hear, faintly, the sound of a baby crying.
It kept going as the credits ended, and the scene cut to a foggy night, a woman opening up the gates leading to a large house. When she knocked on the door, an older, though still attractive, man answered, his face lighting up at the sight of her. "Laurie?" he asked. "Look at you! All grown up... I barely recognized you!"
"I'm so sorry, Father," she replied. "If I'd known how serious it was, I would have been here sooner..."
The man nodded sadly. "It took us all by surprise. You can't be blamed for that. You're here now, and that's what matters."
He ushered her inside, where the crying - ever-present since it had begun - was noticeably louder. "Do I have a new step-sibling?" Laurie frowned. "I know things have been... tense... between us, Father, but you could have told me that."
"No, no, of course not," he said. "That must be the cat. Don't worry about it. I'm sure you need some rest after the trip."
Laurie's sister, Gwen, it seemed, had died, and Laurie was there for the funeral, trying to get her father to tell her what had happened, while also contending with her step-mother, Bela, only barely older than Laurie, gorgeous, with long, dark hair, who appeared the next morning, walking down the grand staircase of the large, old house in her flowy nightgown and robe to sneer down at Laurie. "I see you do remember the way here," she scoffed.
"Nice to see you, too," Laurie mumbled, watching the woman flounce away.
Fawn turned to grab another handful of Cheerios, barely suppressing a yelp as she saw that the person in the sheet was now sitting right beside her. She blushed, feeling the damp spot in her diaper growing at the sudden appearance of them, shocked at how quietly they'd managed to sneak over. She wanted to get away from them, but there was another pressing question in her mind.
"Who are you?" she hissed, not wanting to get yelled at for talking in the theater, yet desperate to know why someone who looked so similar to her just happened to be here for the same movie marathon. "What are you?"
The ghost's head turned towards her, its sheet-covered hand raising up, moving to its face, silently shushing her. "No!" she glared at it. "I want to know, what...!" She grabbed at its sheet, but, once again, as soon as she touched it, it vanished.
There were no answers in that, though she let out a sigh of relief anyway, glad to have it away from her... Until she glanced behind herself, saw it sitting back in the first seat she'd seen it in, staring forward at the screen.
Fawn turned back to do the same with a small shiver. Laurie had been wandering through the halls of the house, stopping now to bend down and pick up what, before tonight, Fawn would have thought was just a silver safety pin with a white head. She hated that now she knew, immediately, that it was specifically a diaper pin, considering it was very similar to the ones in her diapers at this very moment, although, given the themes of the other movies so far, she had a feeling she would have guessed that regardless.
If not, it didn't take long before Laurie confronted her father about it. "Are you sure there aren't any children here?" she asked.
"Of course I am," he told her. "Bela has no interest in them, and I'm too old to be a father again anyhow."
"Then what is this for?" Laurie demanded, setting the diaper pin down on the table between them.
Her father's expression darkened. "You shouldn't have that," he said, reaching for it, Laurie snatching it out of his reach.
"Why not?" she glowered pointedly at him. "You don't have any need for it, do you?"
Laurie pressed the issue at supper, with Bela getting more and more unhappy with it until she stormed off. That evening, the crying started back up. "You're telling me that's a cat?" she scoffed.
"It must be," her father shrugged.
After excusing herself to bed, and waiting for her father to do the same, Laurie snuck out of her room, went creeping down the halls, searching, following the sound of crying until, finally, she came across a nursery, where a toddler with dark hair was lying in a crib, sobbing. "Poor thing," Laurie shook her head, picking it up. "Goodness, you need a change, don't you? Don't worry... I'll help you..."
Fawn expected her to use the diaper pin she'd found, but there were plenty at the changing table, the whole change going smoothly until Laurie slipped and pricked herself on one of them. Only then, as Laurie pulled her finger back, looking at it and the drop of blood on it, did the baby stop crying.
The next morning, Laurie confronted her father and step-mother. "Why are you lying about having a baby?" she asked. "You can't leave that poor thing locked up in that nursery all the time!"
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," Bela said coldly.
"I know she's your daughter," Laurie accused. "She looks just like you! How can you treat her that way? What, did you have an affair with the milkman, or...?" She was cut off by a slap to the face, Bela having to be pulled away by her husband, who scolded them both for fighting on the day of Gwen's funeral.
"Why aren't you drinking, sweetie?" Fawn looked up, blushing as she saw the woman who had diapered her slipping into the seat beside her. "Are you feeling sleepy? It's been a long day, huh?"
"I'm not thirsty," Fawn whined. "I told you that!"
"But you're hungry, aren't you?" the woman chuckled, looking over at the bag of Cheerios. "You need to drink your milk, dear... Or would you rather have it straight from the source?"
Fawn's stomach churned as the woman began to reach for the top of her dress, all but confirming what was in her bottle, what she'd already downed an entire bottle of. It made her want to drink it even less... And, at the same time, made it all the more essential for her to gag it down anyway, snatching up the bottle and holding it to her lips. "Look, I'm drinking," she mumbled around the nipple.
"No, you aren't," the woman said. "You can't fool Mommy." She grabbed the bottle, tilting it further back. Fawn groaned as her deception was seen through, as milk began to flow into her mouth. "Do you need me to hold it for you?" Fawn shook her head meekly, reaching up, grasping the bottle with both hands, the woman not letting go until Fawn had a firm grasp on it.
"Good girl," the woman kissed her on the forehead. "Don't make me come down here again, little one, or I might question my decision to let you sit by yourself. I'd be more than happy to hold you on my lap for the rest of the movie." Fawn whimpered, forcing herself to swallow the milk as she watched the woman walk away, feeling a bit sick at the thought of having to finish a whole second bottle, but too intimidated not to.
On-screen, Laurie and Bela were fighting again, after the funeral, Bela wanting Laurie to leave that night. "It might be for the best," Laurie's father told her hesitantly.
"Not until I know that baby is being properly cared for," Laurie insisted, storming off to the nursery, pulling free of her father's desperate grip, ignoring him pleading with her to stop, pushing open the door and finding no baby in the nursery. "What did you do with her?!"
"None of your business!" Bela snapped. "Now get out of here, you little brat, and...!"
"Where is she?!" Laurie demanded. "I know she was here! I saw her in that crib, and I brought her over to this table... I-I know I did..." She retraced her steps, confused, pausing at the changing table.
"Maybe it was a dream," her father suggested.
"Maybe," Laurie replied faintly, almost seeming to believe it before shaking her head. "No! I know it wasn't! Look, see? It's small, but I cut myself on the diaper pin!"
Her father rushed over, grabbing her hand, examining it. "Oh, Laurie," he sighed. "I told you to leave it alone... We have to tell her now, Bela."
"No, we don't!" Bela huffed, only to be overruled.
"I'm afraid Bela has been cursed," Laurie's father told her.
"Don't be ridiculous, Father," Laurie said. "I don't believe in curses anymore."
"Be that as it may," he responded, "it doesn't change the facts. A few months ago, a young woman showed up on our doorstep and asked if we would take her and her baby in for a few days. We didn't see a baby, but... Well, Bela doesn't care for children, and Gwen was starting to get sick, so she already had her hands full, caring for her, so she said no, no matter how much the woman begged. Finally, the woman got so angry, she jabbed at Bela with a diaper pin and ran away. The full moon was the next night, and when it came, she..."
"Why bother?" Bela fumed. "She doesn't believe us anyway! Get her out of here!"
"Hush," her husband glared at her. "She still has time!"
"I'm not leaving until I see the baby," Laurie told them. "Show me her, and I'll be on my way tonight!"
"Never!" Bela spat. "I'll never let you..." She stopped mid-sentence, wincing, then turned to look out the window, eyes widening in terror. "No! Not now!"
"It's all right," her husband comforted her. "It's for the best..."
"N-No!" Bela shook her head, tears filling her eyes. "N-Not her... D-Don't let her see..."
The movie cut to shadows, to Laurie's shocked reaction, as Bela appeared to shrink, growing smaller and smaller until her clothes were lying in a heap on the floor, and, in the center of them, the toddler from the night before was sitting, immediately starting to cry. "B-But..." Laurie sputtered. "That can't be!"
"This is her curse," her father told her, gently picking up the baby, laying it down and starting to carefully diaper her. "Every full moon, she becomes a baby. And now, because you pricked yourself on the diaper pin..."
"Wh-What?!" Laurie stepped away, shaking her head. "No! I'm not... I can't..."
"I'm afraid you will," her father said.
"But I'm not changing!" Laurie pointed out.
"Not until next full moon. Which means... You have a chance."
"I-I do?" Laurie blinked.
"If you can find someone, and prick them with one of your step-mother's diaper pins, then the curse will pass to them," he explained. "Otherwise, once it begins, I'm afraid there's nothing that can be done about it."
Laurie looked at her now-diapered, footed sleeper wearing, step-mother as she was placed into her crib, nose wrinkling in disgust. Fawn could sympathize with that... After tonight, she had gotten much more of a taste of what being a baby was like than she would have cared for, and the thought of having to go through that every month... She squirmed in her soggy diaper, blushing.
Of course, having some sense of what it was like, she also knew that it would be cruel to sentence someone else to that, which was what Laurie was struggling with, heading home the next day, diaper pin in her pocket, to try to find a victim to pass the curse onto... Or, if she couldn't do that, to wait until the next full moon to return to her father's house, to wait out the curse alongside her step-mother.
"I wish I could believe this was all nonsense," Laurie was talking to herself, alone in her apartment, staring down at the diaper pin, lying ominously on her coffee table, while her TV played in the background. "But what I saw..."
Suddenly, the image on the TV screen changed, turning into static, a familiar drone slowly overtaking the movie's soundtrack. "No!" she gasped, shaking her head, dropping her bottle, trying to cover her eyes and her ears. "N-Not again!"
When she dared to open her eyes again, the Horned King was standing in front of her, watching. She whimpered, shaking her head, trying to tell him that he couldn't have her, that she wasn't ready, only to feel a warm mush oozing slowly into her diaper, her words dissolving into meaningless babble. She clamped her hands to her diaper uselessly, trying in vain to stop herself from messing herself again, from becoming more and more of a perfect victim for his sacrifice, her mind emptying slowly while her diaper filled...
"It's all right," Mommy cooed at her, sliding into the seat beside her, scooping her up. "You're okay, little one..." Fawn began to cry, snuggling closer into her chest, scared and uncomfortable and increasingly confused, not stopping until Mommy patiently slid down part of her dress, revealing the nursing bra underneath, unhooking it and pressing Fawn up to her breast. Fawn, at first, tried to wriggle away, but, as soon as Mommy had guided her mouth around her nipple, urged her to suck, she couldn't quite remember why, what had made her so upset...
In the movie, Laurie was trying her hardest to decide on a victim, to decide whether she really believed all this at all, if it was worth it, as the month ticked away, and she grew more and more desperate. Fawn, if anything, was growing calmer as her tummy filled with warm, fresh milk, at least until Mommy decided she was finished, cuddling her on her lap.
Fawn saw the scary man with the horns again, her tears immediately starting back up. "Don't worry," Mommy patted the lumpy seat of her diaper. "Mommy isn't going to let anything happen to you... She's going to take very good care of you..."
The movie was far too complicated for Fawn to try to keep track of; all she knew was how safe she felt in Mommy's arms, how nice it felt, having a pacifier slipped between her lips. It didn't register as Laurie, finally, having waited too long to make a decision, jabbed her best friend with the diaper pin, apologizing immediately, promising to take such good care of her...
And then, to her horror, turning into a baby herself anyway. Fawn certainly didn't understand the movie flashing back, showing Bela going into Laurie's luggage, switching out the diaper pin she'd found with one, fresh out of the box, never used, the curse having not had time to spread to it. By then, she was already slowly drifting off, unaware of the ending credits that were starting to play, feeling only Mommy's kiss on the top of her head...
Fawn let out a gasp, sitting up with a resounding, "Ew!" as the contents of her diaper squelched beneath her bottom. She frowned as she looked around, growing more confused as her eyes adjusted slowly to the dark, the scent of mold gradually creeping in around the edges of the odor of her accident. "Was... Was that a dream?" she mumbled, feeling a huge sense of relief to be able to talk.
She heard the sound of her phone's text alert, turning to see it sitting in the seat next to her, on top of her clothes, folded up neatly. She picked up her phone, looking at the full signal it claimed to have, at all of the messages she'd missed from her friends wanting to know where she was, getting more and more scared that she wasn't responding. She ignored them for now, turning on her phone's flashlight to confirm what she was starting to suspect.
She was in a theater, yes, old and probably at one time ornate, though now it was crumbling, the cloth of the seats and the screen rotting away, the decorations on the wall broken, most of them lying on the floor beneath where they should have been, the air full of dust and who knew what else, floating through the beam of light she was shining around the huge, empty room.
She might have believed there had been something in there that she'd breathed in, that had made her hallucinate everything, if not for the outfit she was wearing. Frantically, she pawed at the snaps on the crotch of the onesie, ripping it open, then tugged at the plastic pants, certain she was trapped in it, that she was going to have to return to college in her dirty diaper, find someone to help her out of them. They did have a lock, yes... But it wasn't closed. Had it ever been, or could she have taken them off? She was certain it was fastened the first time she'd been diapered, though less so about the second.
"H-Hello?" she called out, skin crawling. There was no response, yet a part of her was positive, as she kept looking around, that she was going to catch a glimpse of someone standing there, wearing a sheet, or robes...
There was nobody, however, as far as she could tell, and she was desperate to get out of this dirty diaper, frantically struggling with the pins, then shoving the soiled cloth as far away as she could. Thankfully, whoever had left her clothes there had left some changing supplies as well. As much as she didn't want to say she'd liked anything the woman had done to her, she did miss having her there to wipe her off, clean up the mess she'd made.
She was grateful to be back in her own clothes, especially the underwear, before making her way to the exit, the door half hanging off of its hinges as she stepped around it, turning her flashlight towards the lobby, then back the other way, yelping and nearly jumping out of her skin when she saw somebody standing there, looming over her.
Or, rather, something. After a moment, she saw that it was, in fact, a metal skeleton standing there, rusted, some wires poking through the disintegrating latex stretched over it like skin. There was no real hint of what should have been the face left, but, thanks to the red and gold uniform it was wearing, she had no doubt of who - or what, apparently - she was looking at.
Indeed, as she made her way back through the lobby, she found another long-unused robot standing behind the counter, wearing the same uniform, but with a skirt rather than pants. With a shiver, she hurried out of the building, out into the parking lot, the asphalt cracked and crumbling, to her car, hands shaking as she put her keys into the ignition, praying that it would start, that she wouldn't be trapped here, and then, when the engine roared to life, that she wasn't going to see anything staring back out at her from inside the building when her headlights came on.
She, of course, couldn't tell her friends about what had happened, not without sounding crazy. Later on, when she scrolled back through all her missed messages, one of the very first was a warning from one of them, telling her that the flyer they'd found was apparently a prank of some kind. That theater didn't exist, after all, so they'd found a party to go to instead, sending her the address, expecting her to show up, then getting more and more worried when she didn't, and didn't say what she was up to instead.
"I found another party," she lied. "I should have said something, but I'm a big girl... I can go do things on my own."
She did feel more like a grown-up now, after that strange... dream, or hallucination, or whatever it had been. Humiliating as it had been, there was a sense of pride, too. She had made it all the way through on her own... And, perhaps, with the help of Mommy. Would any of her friends have been able to do the same?
That lasted until she was getting ready for bed that night, as she washed her hands. She thought, at first, that it was a stray hair or something, frowning as she lifted her finger up closer to her eyes to examine it more closely, seeing that it was actually a tiny scratch.
Her stomach dropped, thinking back to her frenzied rush to remove her diaper. She hadn't cut herself with the pin... Had she?
In her PJs, she rushed back down to her car, heart pounding as she tapped the theater's name into her maps app, only to have it come up with no hits. She shook her head, searching back through her history, trying to find it that way, but, according to the app, it hadn't given her directions anywhere that day.
She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down. It was too late, too dark, to try to find her way back there now. She'd go to bed, and hopefully wake up and realize that all of it had been one very long dream. That was how it felt when she woke up the next day... Except for the tiny scratch, still there on her finger.
That could have come from anywhere, of course, and the more distance she got from it, the more certain she was that she'd never gone to the theater at all. And yet, as the full moon approached, she couldn't help herself, couldn't resist taking a drive. There was no such thing as a curse... But, if there was, it might not be a bad idea to go find one of those diaper pins. There were plenty of mean girls at college who she wouldn't mind jabbing with a pin, even if it wouldn't turn them into a baby for a few days a month.
She had to rely solely on her memory, so it was hard to say if her inability to find the theater was because of that, or because it wasn't there. All she knew, a tank of gas and a wasted Saturday later, was that she had no idea how to get to it, no idea how to confirm that she'd ever been there in the first place, no idea how to stop the curse that may or may not be coming for her.
She had almost convinced herself that obviously it wasn't, and that she was being silly even entertaining the idea that it was, even feeling nervous the first day of the full moon... Until, that evening, when she heard a knock on her door.
"I told you, Kristen," she sighed, hauling herself up from her desk to go answer it. "I don't feel like going out tonight, so just..." She froze, stomach twisting.
"Hello, there, little one," Mommy smiled down at her, adjusting the diaper bag on her shoulder. Fawn blushed, the memories from that night flooding back, making her feel so very tiny, so helpless, as she looked up at the taller woman.
"Wh-What are you doing here?" she mumbled quietly.
"I told you, sweetie," Mommy said, "I'm not going to let anything happen to you... And you need your Mommy to take care of you, don't you?"
Fawn shook her head, glancing down at herself, gasping as she saw how big her clothes had gotten on her, how tiny her body was. "Don't be silly," Mommy scooped her up, stepping into her room. "Of course you do!"
Fawn really couldn't deny it at this point, and, even if she had, she was far too small to stop the woman. At least, she thought, it was only for a few nights a month... And at least it was Mommy, who was mostly concerned with taking care of her. No matter how difficult it was to remember as she was pinned into her diapers, then pulled up against Mommy's chest to nurse, she knew it could have been much, much worse.
The End
