Crossing Realms

Ash felt a mixture of fear, relief, and curiosity as Laura, or rather, Mommy, carried her from the daycare. “You are adopting another Little?” Ash asked curiously as Mommy strapped her into a car seat, taking the driver's seat.

“I am! Although, your sisters are currently away, for now.” Mommy replied as they pulled away from the school.

Ash gave her a puzzled look, not that the woman could see, “What do you mean?” she asked.

“Their Daddy decided to go on a little joy ride with them without Mommy’s permission,” Mommy explained, her words sounding as if she were explaining a concept to a child. “They will be back soon, and you’ll have two lovely sisters! Won’t that be nice?”

Ash was beyond curious to know exactly what happened with their Daddy. Had he taken them? Ash hadn’t been too ingrained in the Ashforde family before, only having babysat Emily a few times, but she couldn’t believe Welby had upped and left and to take the girls with him? That seemed impossible. “So, why me? Why now?” Ash asked curiously.

Mommy chuckled, “I think that’s enough questions for right now, baby girl; why don’t you watch some cartoons.”

Before Ash could react, the screen in front of her flicked to life, and Ash was sucked in as Naomi and Oliver began dancing across the screen. Ash felt as if her thumb, which was in her mouth again, was replaced by a pacifier. Ash’s thoughts were inundated with Naomi’s suggestions, and it didn’t take long for Ash’s face to scrunch up as she pooped herself, her bladder soaking into her relatively fresh diaper. 

Ash giggled, her hands going to her diaper, Naomi had been right! It felt so good; Ash loved the feeling of a squishy diaper. The more Ash rocked, her mess squishing between her legs and cheeks, the better the feeling, and before Ash knew it, she was moaning in bliss.

“Don’t you love being a baby?” Naomi asked.

“I love it!” Ash mumbled around her pacifier, making Mommy giggle.

“Feel your diaper, don’t open it, bad babies open their diapers, that’s Mommy and Daddy’s job, but feel it. Feel how squishy it is? Press in, baby, squish your diaper, wriggle your bum, and enjoy the feeling of a squishy bum! This is what a good baby does; your Mommy and Daddy love it when you fill your diaper for them, right Mommy?” Naomi asked.

“That’s right!” Mommy said from the front of the car, a grin on her face as she glanced at Ash through the rear-view mirror. “Mommy absolutely loves it when you fill your diaper like a good girl; she loves it when you wet and mess it! Leaving presents in your diaper truly shows how much you love Mommy, too!” 

Well, Ash wanted to be a good girl, and she knew she loved her Mommy, despite that person shifting more times than Ash could count. 

“That’s right! Maybe you can go just a little bit more, can you try, baby? Really focus on it, fill your diaper, and just imagine how much your Mommy loves you.” Naomi said.

Ash did so, her face scrunching as she tried to go. It almost seemed as if Naomi was holding her breath, waiting to see if Ash could manage. With effort, Ash’s diaper swelled a bit more, and underneath the praise of Naomi, Ash orgasmed. The feeling of messing herself had been too much; the praise heaped upon her, she loved her Mommy and Mommy loved her. 

Ash’s moans filled the car, her hips rocking and grinding herself into her soiled diaper as Mommy pulled the car into the garage. She came around the side of the car to a panting, out-of-breath Ash. “Mommy doesn’t normally use this kind of tactic, but it was in the latest showing of Naomi and Oliver; maybe they know something I don’t. How was that baby girl?” she asked, pulling Ash from her seat.

Mommy’s hand went to Ash’s rear, playing with the girl through her soiled diaper. Ash was still sensitive and flooded with hormones, still deep in a hypnotic state, “It was amazing, Mommy.” she moaned, squirming in Mommy’s grasp. “I want to make you happy and proud,” she said, looking up at the woman with a hopeful look in her eyes.

Mommy smiled, kissing her nose, “Mommy absolutely loves it when you go potty in your diaper, sweetheart. Do you want a reward for being good? Another one…” Mommy chuckled.

Ash’s eyes lit up, and she nodded her head eagerly, anything to please her new Mommy. As they stepped into the apartment, Mommy pulled her dress out of the way and pressed her tit to Ash’s mouth. Ash latched on in reflex and began to nurse, her eyes glazing over in utter bliss. “Such a good girl.” Mommy praised her, brushing Ash’s hair back.

Evan had been on the couch, his babysitter standing as Mommy entered the room, a brief exchange of money and words before she left. “Mommy!” Evan squealed in excitement as he ran to hug her legs. 

“Hi, buddy, how are you doing? You were a good boy for the nice lady?” Mommy asked.

“I was!” Evan reported with a smile, “Who is that?” he asked.

“Evan, meet your new baby sister, Ashley!” Mommy said, stooping and showing the nursing girl to him. 

Ash was completely out of it, her eyes glassy and unfocused as she filled her tummy. Evan’s eyes widened as he touched her face reverently before turning a saddened glance to Mommy, “I miss Hannah and Emily.” he pouted.

“I know you do, sweetheart, we are going to see them real soon, okay?” Mommy said, straightening. 

“Okay,” Evan said, sounding sad. 

Mommy swapped Ash to her other breast, gathering a syringe from the kitchen, a specially made order from the clinic. She grinned as she stuck it in Ash’s thigh, plunging the plunger and emptying its contents into the girl's leg, who remained blissfully unaware. “You’ll be a good girl for Mommy.” Mommy said, stroking Ash’s face, “I will not make the same mistakes twice.”

Ash slowly started coming, too, sometime later. She could feel that her belly was full and had a vague memory of being fed. Ash was also painfully aware of the fact that she hadn’t been changed; if anything, another diaper had been added to her undergarments, only pushing her legs further apart. She blinked glassy eyes, trying to focus them.

Ash was in a crib, the very same crib that she had put Emily to sleep in. A pacifier rested between her lips, and Ash went to pull it out. As she tried to lift her arm, she felt something pinning her arm down. She glanced to the side, her head moving sluggishly as if it weighed far more than it truly did, to find nothing there, nothing holding her back. She was naked, apart from a diaper, again. 

Confused, Ash tried to lift her arm again, feeling as if it were nearly dead weight. She found if she tried hard, she could lift it, but her fingers were uncoordinated and could barely do anything she told them to. Ash was confused and scared as she tried to spit out the pacifier instead. Her tongue went to the bulb filling her mouth, and as she mentally told it to push the pacifier out, her tongue seemed to almost spasm and refused to obey. 

What was going on? Ash reoriented her tongue, trying again to force the pacifier from her mouth, but with the same results, her tongue going limp and refusing to obey. Ash tried opening her mouth to much the same results; her jaw seemed to spasm and clamp more firmly shut, preventing her from removing the pacifier at all. Ash tried to sit up, but if moving her arm was difficult, moving her torso was impossible. 

Evan, of all people, appeared beside her, grinning at her through the bars. “Mommy said you were awake from your nap!” he reported with a smile; she told me to keep you entertained.”

Evan hit a switch Ash couldn’t see, and the crib’s bars descended enough for him to climb in, pulling the bars back up behind him. “I always liked tickles. Do you like them?” he asked with a smile.

With the pacifier in place, even if Ash wanted to entertain his question, she couldn’t. The pacifier continued to bob gently on her lips as Thomas knelt between Ash’s legs. His fingers went to her ankle as he began walking them up Ash’s body. “The itsy bitsy spider walked up the water spout,” he began singing playfully.

His touch, to Ash, seemed amplified in a way, almost as if the skin there were raw, the nerves exposed. Instead of delicate fingers traveling across her body, it felt like thumping hands. More importantly, as Evan’s fingers found ticklish spots, like her sides, even without tickling, Ash squirmed, giggling, feeling as if he were tickling, the feeling of his touch amplified.

As Evan reached the climax of the song, a silly grin on is face, he finally began tickling Ash proper, her sides, her tummy, under her arms. Ash was utterly defenseless against the onslaught, giggling like mad as her overly sensitive skin reacted to his fingers. To Ash, it was like nothing she had ever experienced. She had been tickling before, but nothing like this. With her new-found sensitivity, it was as if a thousand feathers were tickling her in all the right spots, leaving her mind dizzy and overburdened, dealing with the intense feelings. 

Ash quickly found herself crying and laughing behind the pacifier that refused to leave her lips despite not being locked in, her body rocking side to side as she desperately, and uselessly, tried to defend herself from his fingers. Evan was only tickling for a few moments, but to Ash, it felt like a lifetime. As he finished, Evan grinned down at her, a silly, childlike grin, “You are ticklish!” he exclaimed, seeming only now to have come to that conclusion.

Ash glared at him through her tears, still panting from exertion. Evan plopped down beside Ash, his back resting against the crib bars, his diaper heavily swollen although not as thick as Ash’s. “Ohh, I bet you would like to hear a story!” he said with a smile, “All babies love stories!”

What followed was excruciatingly boring for Ash. Evan somehow twisted elements from multiple fairy tales into a story that made absolutely no sense. But he seemed beyond proud of it and beamed with pride as he finished. “What did you think?” he asked.

Ash, once again, was unable to respond, but Evan didn’t seem to mind. “See! I told you. All babies love stories! Aren’t you excited? We are going on a trip tomorrow. My sisters are on a trip right now with Daddy, and we are going to meet up with them. Mommy said that Daddy is going to enjoy some alone time once we get there. Apparently, he’s really overworked. I miss him. I miss Hannah and Emily. I hope you like them. Have you met them before?” 

Evan continued to blabber on, not caring at all if Ash seemed to be paying attention or even if she responded. How had Ash gotten herself stuck in this position? She stared up at the ceiling as Evan talked away, stuck in her contemplation. As she lay there, Ash heard a gurgling and then felt the seat of her diaper swelling. 

Ash was beyond surprised to feel that she hadn’t felt a thing, no pressure, nothing, nor had she tried to mess. But, most importantly, Ash wasn’t ready for the feelings that came alongside it. As her diaper swelled, Ash felt a tingling sensation, her sensitive nerves lighting up in excitement. Naomi was suddenly there in her mind, praising Ash, and before Ash knew it, she was orgasming yet again.

Ash moaned in utter bliss, her back arching, the pacifier’s rhythm increasing rapidly as she came, her eyes glazing over and rolling back in her head. The feeling was electric, and it left her breathless, her entire body coursing with hormones and bliss as the feeling slowly subsided. What had Mommy done to her? Ash still couldn’t move much, and it was only now that she realized Evan was calling out for Mommy.

Mommy was there a moment later, leaning over the crib and scooping Ash up, grinning, her hand playing with Ash’s bum. The feeling of her touch left Ash breathless, the feeling of pleasure returning, and she found herself squirming, blushing as she realized how needed she was. “Did you enjoy making poopies, baby?” she asked with a grin. “You are going to enjoy being a baby, whether you like it or not. Each time you wet or mess yourself, you’ll feel it. Isn’t that exciting!” 

The horrified look on Ash’s face must have told her everything she needed to know; her grin was sickening. “I knew you would like it, honey. How are you enjoying your new body?” she asked, pulling Ash’s pacifier from her mouth, “Don’t you love feeling helpless? Totally reliant on Mommy for everything?”

“What do you think?” Ash asked, but her words came out in a babble, a confusing mess of sound, making Ash yelp in surprise.

“I knew you would like it! I’m so glad you do; Mommy loves you.” Mommy said.

As she said it, Ash felt a blossoming of pleasure coursing through her, her eyes glazing over, her limbs and body going slack as she moaned in bliss. Ash wasn’t even aware of the tit until she was already nursing it, her mind going blank as she filled her tummy yet again. 

“Mommy loves you, baby Ashley; you’ll be mine forever,”  Mommy said lovingly as she fed her new baby girl.