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JaM: Chapter 23
🕑 Added 2023-08-10 16:00:10 +0000 UTCBook 4 of JaM begins! So far Jenna has evenings and afternoons as Big time, but there's at least one babysitter that doesn't have a regular time slot with her...
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The heat was no longer content to increase slowly. Day by day, the sun dried out the Spring damp – until the baked-earth smell of Summer was as present in Jenna’s mornings as the coffee brewing downstairs. Anymore it seemed to Jenna that Winter quarter at school was really in the Spring, and that Spring Quarter was properly in the Summer. The acceleration of seasons was nothing to the forces Jenna could feel pushing her forward.
Two monitors were great for productivity, but they could just as easily display twice as many problems as provide space to work on solutions. On Jenna’s left was the nth draft of the paper she was to present in a mere few days. To her right was a n+1th draft of an email to her parents, informing them that she’d gotten married two weeks ago. Neither document seemed remotely ready to send.
Instead, she turned to the papers on her desk. They were Maths work for class, just not work she was supposed to be prioritizing at the moment. The technicality was enough to assuage Jenna’s guilt and allow her to dive fully into the abstract world of maths. It was a lot like playing make-believe, something Jenna had been doing a lot as Jenny, her Little self. Let’s pretend we live in a world with five dimensions – what does a ball look like there?
When her roommate Rachel opened the door, the shock of returning to the physical world had Jenna blinking at the spunky brown haired girl in confusion. A host of physical sensations clamored for Jenna’s attention – prickling sunburn on the back of her neck, her back sore from hunching, a desert-dry mouth, and a painfully full bladder.
“Hey baby girl.” Rachel leaned over and ruffled Jenna’s hair. “I’m sorry to interrupt you when you’re in the zone, but you’ve been at it for hours. You need a break.”
“But I was almost finished.” Jenna presented her stack of drawings and calculations like they were a passport that would get her past the interruption and back to her world of perfect abstraction.
Rachel’s eyes slid off the multi-dimensional topology work without a glimmer of understanding. She met Jenna’s eyes with amused warmth. “It looks amazing and complicated, but the back of your neck looks like a lobster. Don’t argue with your babysitter.”
“I don’t need a babysitter, I’m not Little right now!” Jenna turned defiantly on Rachel and dramatically stomped her foot. Moving her leg was an immediate mistake – the final straw that compromised her bursting bladder. With a horrified squeak, Jenna clapped her hands over her wet crotch. A combination of external pressure and internal clamping stopped Jenna’s accident past the initial gush, but left her in a precarious situation.
“You need cleaning up, and your wife’s not here.” Rachel took Jenna’s arm, guiding her in a torturously slow waddle to the bathroom that managed to preserve what was left of her dignity.
Between her mortification and concentrating on keeping the rest of her accident in, Jenna didn’t think to protest when Rachel stripped her pants off and put her on the toilet. The relief was dizzying – Jenna sat still long after her long potty was done.
“That was a lot, baby girl.” Rachel chuckled as she rinsed Jenna’s jeans and panties in the sink.
“Please don’t tell Navi I had an accident – I mean my wife – I mean Monchi… Just don’t tell anybody, please!” Jenna’s heart thudded to make her ears ring. ABDL play was emotionally complicated enough without the implication that she might actually need protection.
“I don’t see why I’d need to make an announcement every time the polycule’s Little girl has an accident.” Rachel said, making a zipper motion across her lips.
“But it’s not about being Little! I got hyper-focused and I need to get back to my work before I lose what I was thinking about.” Jenna squirmed, wishing she could stand up and argue with Rachel on even ground. Nothing about being bottomless would make her feel more like an equal to her roommate. Sitting on the toilet with her hands covering her lap seemed like the best-bad option.
“Sweetie.” Rachel smiled fondly at Jenna, crouching down next to her. “You can do maths when you’re Little just fine, right?”
“Yeah but…”
“Shh. Here’s what I’m suggesting. You space out and go back to thinking about your work. Let your body be a baby, and let your babysitter take care of that baby, okay?”
Jenna’s lip trembled at the temptation in Rachel’s offer. Becoming Jenny would solve a lot of immediate problems, including her panic-driven heartbeat. It felt like a cowardly escape, but one that was too good to pass up.
“W-wachel, I’m thirsty,” Jenny said, pitifully.
“I bet you are.” Rachel kissed Jenny’s forehead. “I’m going to get you cleaned up, a snack, a bottle, and a fresh diaper. You worry about the maths, and nothing else. That includes the potty.”
Gratefully, Jenny nodded. It was easy to dive back in to her complicated maths problem, her brain had been itching to return to it. Formulas and diagrams swirled in her thoughts as Rachel guided her out of the bathroom. It was easy – even enjoyable – to lay passively on her bed while Rachel cleaned her up and put her in a fresh diaper. The fruit, cheese, and crackers that Rachel hand-fed Jenny were a bit of an intrusion on her mental state, but the bottle was heaven. Sucking on a baby’s bottle of cool water was meditative – Jenny was almost disappointed when the bottle was empty and Rachel sat her back at her desk.
The world faded away again once she had a pen in hand. Jenny took no notice of Rachel closing her curtains or dabbing some lotion on her neck, those kinds of things didn’t exist in fifth dimensional space. Only love – omni-dimensional as it was – made the trip from the physical world to Jenny’s hyperfocus. Rachel’s tender care remained wrapped around Jenny the rest of her afternoon.
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“I have to say, I didn’t expect you to follow my suggestion so enthusiastically.” Rachel peeled Jenna’s sopping diaper off her with a chuckle.
“Wachel! I was just distracted – I mean hyper-focusing – and getting a lot done – and you said I didn’t have to worry about anything – and – and…” Jenny peeked accusingly out from between her fingers at her babysitter.
“It’s okay, baby girl.” Rachel took a break from wiping Jenny’s crotch to stroke the Little girl’s belly in slow circles. “I’m glad you did. It’s a sign that I should be your afternoon babysitter.”
“But I already have Usha in the mornings, and Navi at night – I’ve been wearing diapers to school – I’ll be a baby all the time.” Jenny frowned. “I’m not ready for that.”
“You can always say no on a particular day if you want.” Rachel shrugged, returning to cleaning Jenny’s butt. “I’d like a regular babysitting gig with our Little girl though. Plus, you’d have dinnertime and the evening as a big girl. I’d take care of you during your homework time.”
Rachel made an awfully compelling case. The thought of interruption free studying, unlimited even by her physical needs, had long been a fantasy of Jenna’s. For Jenny and Rachel to make it a reality was honestly too good to pass up.
“Okay – we can try it out.” Jenny squirmed as Rachel spread lotion on her skin.
“Really? Amazing.” Rachel’s beaming grin was a mystery to Jenny. She was grateful for her babysitter’s indulgence, but enough Big thoughts were filtering into her brain for Jenny to realize that Rachel was taking on a lot of work.
“Wachel – is this stuff sexy for you? Is it just closeness? Why do you like it?”
“It’s not sexy.” Rachel shook her head. “I like being able to express love for you like this.”
“But – you liked doing sexy stuff with me. Do you want to play like that, still?”
“I definitely do. Is that something my baby girl needs right now?” Rachel drew a finger down Jenny’s kitty, driving a surprised gasp out of her.
“N-not necessarily. I was thinking about what I can do for you.” Jenny licked her lips nervously – hoping it was seductive too. “You’re doing a lot for me and…”
“Sweetie…” Rachel leaned down, propping her arms to either side of Jenny’s head. Jenna watched in anxious confusion for a moment, before Rachel lowered her face. A surge of tingly excitement shot through Jenny’s torso when their lips met in a sweet kiss.
“You are super sexy,” Rachel said, nuzzling Jenny’s cheek. “I love playing with your body. As far as getting me off though – I like things to be rough. I don’t think you’d like being rough.”
“I could try.” Jenny whispered.
“I’d rather you didn’t, unless things change while we’re playing together.” Rachel kissed Jenny again, savoring the Little girl’s lower lip for a moment before sitting up. “It’s so different from how we’ve been together that I think it could hurt us.”
“Being rough sounds scary, true.” Jenny nodded sadly. “But – I want to make you feel good.”
“I get it, I like that too.” Rachel grinned. “One of the things I like about being submissive is serving. You want to hear my fantasy about playing one on one with you?”
“Y-y-yes.” Jenny squeaked out, feeling her cheeks burn.
“I loved it when you were passive and watched Niusha and I.” Rachel ran her fingertips over Jenny’s belly, finishing by raking her fingernails across the soft skin. “I want to play with your body, tease you and edge you until you burst.”
“Ah – oh…” Jenny’s tongue felt thick, the burn in her cheeks had spread to the bridge of her nose.
“Then, when you’re laying in bed all rumpled and satisfied – and I’m shaky-horny – I go find Clarissa or Monserrat and have them ram me into the mattress.” Rachel shucked her clingy blouse off. Her breasts fell free, pendulously soft except for the desperate hardness of her nipples. “Clarissa’s coming over in about an hour.”
“An – an hour?” Jenna shivered and shifted her legs apart.
“A whole hour – but we’re not staring there.” Rachel glanced teasingly at Jenna’s crotch “You’ve got a long time before I touch you there…”
It was a different kind of fugue state, being under Rachel’s expert hands and mouth. Any attempt to do more than clutch at her girlfriend with desire was swatted away. Early on, Jenna squeezed her eyes closed – abandoning the world of sight for one of touch, taste, and smell. Desire and sensation hummed in her nerves until tears leaked down her temples, building to heights Jenna hadn’t believed possible. She was begging – again – for release when Rachel’s fingers left the throbbing slickness of her button to plunge inside Jenna’s sex.
“I’m going to think about you like this – every second that I’m with Clarissa.” Rachel’s breath was hot on Jenna’s ear as she spoke, she answered with a wordless cry.
The world was drowned in sunlight and static. Jenna’s heart filled her like a tympani solo. Her sense of Rachel’s sweaty body vanished in the blast of pleasure that filled her from crown to toes.
How long she spent panting, nuzzling and lightly kissing Rachel, Jenna didn’t know or care. When she came back to herself enough for speech, she kissed Rachel properly, with both hands on her girlfriend’s cheeks.
“Thank you.” Jenna giggled. “I guess – I’d like you to babysit me in the afternoons.”
“I’m glad I passed the audition.” Rachel’s tone was light – but there was tension behind it. Her whole body was as taut as a bowstring. She was desperate to fly off to Clarissa – Jenna’s heart soared with love at the restraint Rachel was showing.
“Rachel – when you babysit me, I have a suggestion.” Jenna smiled at Rachel’s distracted, lusty nod. “Unless I say otherwise, you decide at the end of the afternoon if you play with me, and just – do it.”
“Uh – I have to – to get to Clarissa.” Rachel wiped a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth.
“Go.” Jenna whispered in Rachel’s ear. “I hope she wrecksyou.” Rachel was out the room in a blur, leaving Jenna to giggle until her belly hurt.
