“Little one…?” Andy said, confused as to why the slightly shorter woman suddenly stopped. Anyone looking at the two would assume that they were a normal couple, the typical underdressed guy and the outlandishly dressed woman, but the truth was slightly different. Andy, for his part, stood at an impressive six feet five inches tall, with a build that was both inviting and comforting, a well-maintained beard styled close enough to a goatee that most would get confused by the difference, and warm eyes that, in the right light, appeared to be hazel. Like most men around, he wore a basic baseball cap, a t-shirt and jeans with a worn pair of tennis shoes.

“Hmm?” The response from the woman was half-hearted at best, as she barely gave a glance toward Andy. Impressively tall herself, standing at five feet 11 inches, she wore a very cutesy graphic t-shirt, with various capybaras decorating the monochromatic green fabric. Over it, she was wearing a forest green underbust pinafore-like set of skirtalls. Her legs were covered mostly by a pair of thigh-high socks in a bright green, matching the majority of her shirt, and on her feet were a pair of white and black tennis shoes that had definitely seen better days, the kind perfect for a low-key outing. Andy raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat, loud enough that the woman appeared to snap back to reality, spinning on her heels, causing her pinafore to flutter up, revealing to anyone looking the fact that her t-shirt was, in fact, a onesie, which seemed to bulge around her butt and crotch in a strange way.

“Sandy, what’s wrong?” Andy said, his voice a bit more stern as he spoke to the woman, who had clasped her hands behind her back, as she looked up at Andy.

“I can’t, Zen, Daddy…” Sandy whispered just loud enough for Andy to hear, but for other people to potentially miss. Her head lowered as she struggled not to turn away from Andy, the impulse to keep looking for whoever “Zen” was. Sandy raised her head after a moment, her eyes starting to water, as she felt her heart start to hurt from anxiety. Sandy’s will finally broke as she turned on her heel again, starting to walk away from Andy as she looked around the general area. Part of Andy wanted to scold Sandy; however, he thought better of it in the moment, knowing how important the stuffed Capybara was to Sandy. Thinking back, Andy recalled how Sandy had almost cried at the idea of not being allowed to take at least one of her “bestest” friends to the zoo before the pair had left home earlier that day. Andy decided that the worry of losing her stuffed animal was punishment enough for now.

After about five minutes of backtracking, Andy was about to put an end to the search when Sandy rushed forward, catching Andy off guard. Looking up, Andy watched as Sandy ran toward a woman, holding a stuffed capybara in her hands, looking confused.

“Um, excuse me…” Sandy said, her voice trailing off, realizing how odd she was about to appear to the woman she had just run up to. “Th-that’s my stuffie, I- um, I mean, stuffed animal.”

The woman raised an eyebrow, looking at Sandy, as a warm, yet intrigued smile grew on her face that went unnoticed by Sandy, at the same time was very instinctively noticed by Andy. As Sandy held out her hands, the woman glanced Sandy up and down, taking in as much of her as possible, before her smirk shifted to a look of skepticism. Pulling the stuffed animal just out of Sandy’s reach, the woman swiftly flipped the capybara around, holding up a special tag on the bottom. The tag caught Sandy’s eye, and her face started to turn a subtle shade of red before her arms started to lower. The woman passed Sandy, taking a few steps toward Andy with her original smirk returning, this time directed at Andy instead of Sandy.

The woman had skin slightly darker than Sandy’s, a shade most in the Rose City might refer to as Espresso, and even stood an easy four or five inches taller as well. She kept her hair in natural curls that impressively reached down to the middle of her back, which gave her hair of maturity that, when compared to Sandy's, one clearly had more than the other. Contrasting to Sandy’s mostly juvenile outfit, the woman wore an outfit that embraced her curves while maintaining a relaxed and down-to-earth look, or as Andy saw it, a simple pale grey t-shirt, and a pair of well-fitted jeans with sensible shoes.

“If this is hers, then that makes you Daddy?” The woman said with a smile as she approached Andy, her smile growing wider as she flicked the tag connected to the stuffed animal that read ‘If found, return to Daddy.’ Without needing to look past the woman, Andy knew that Sandy’s face was turning bright red. Maintaining his composure, Andy decided to have a little bit of fun in the moment, seeing the embarrassment on Sandy’s face.

Letting out a slight chuckle, Andy smiled back at the woman, “Um, yes, but please, call me Andrew.” Andy held out a hand, expecting the woman to be able to give him the stuffed animal. The woman instead paused for a moment, looking Andy up and down, subconsciously biting her bottom lip. The space between Andy and the woman seemed charged until a curious sound from Sandy’s stomach filled the air. The woman turned around, and Andy looked up directly at Sandy, who had one arm on her stomach, the other frozen in front of her. Andy and the woman smirked down at Sandy, who couldn’t find the will to pout or move, as she put all her energy into stopping anything in her body from moving.

“Hm, Andrew, do you think Sandy would like her stuffie back?” The woman said, looking into Sandy’s eyes, almost daring the other woman to step toward Andy and herself.

“Well, Sandy knows that she shouldn’t talk to strangers,” Andy replied, his smile growing wider as he watched a pleading stare bubbling just under the surface of Sandy’s face.

“Oh! Yes, that is true, okay little bit, my name is Ms. Marisol,” Marisol said, her smirk changing again to a warmer, kinder smile even as she turned her head slightly, looking over her shoulder toward Andy, “But grown-ups call me Mari.” The tone alone conveyed that Marisol understood the dynamic between Andy and Sandy. However, the phrasing cemented the fact in Sandy’s mind.

“What do you say, little one?” Andy was clearly playing into the situation, knowing full well that the phrase ‘little one’ pushed her toward little space. Sandy cautiously stepped forward, taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out.

“Th-thank you…” Sandy’s voice was barely above a whisper, which caused both Marisol and Andy to remain unmoved with an expectant glare. Sandy felt her face burn as she mentally pleaded with Andy, her Daddy, to let her slide with a simple thank you, even if she knew better. Clearing her throat, Sandy said only a bit louder, just enough for both grown-ups to hear, “Thank y-yous Ms.Marisol, for f-finding Zen.”

“You are very welcome, cutie. I’m sure little Zen here was very worried about you. Do you want to give him a hug?” Marisol held out the stuffed animal just far enough for Sandy to be able to reach it. Taking the stuffed animal into her arms, Sandy tightly held onto it, even as relief flooded her body, she couldn’t help but realize that she was standing in front of two grown-ups, who could easily tell that she was anything but. In her reunion with Zen, as the relief passed over her, Sandy’s world was at peace until the barely contained snickers of Andy and Marisol filled her ears. In the next moment, Sandy looked around, only just then realizing that she had to lift her head up even further to look at Andy and Marisol. The situation took far longer to crystallize in Sandy’s head than it should have, as Sandy realized she was standing just slightly off, her knees bent, and padded posterior pushed back, as she was not only feeling relief from finding Zen, but she was also relieving herself in front of Andy and Marisol. 

“Oh, baby girl…” Marisol whispered as she helped Sandy back to a full standing position, still clutching Zen in her arms, only now Sandy’s face was buried into the back of the stuffed animal's head, as she felt a wave of fiery hot embarrassment engulf her entire body. Andy half expected Sandy to try and deny her baby girl status, as she had a habit of doing any time he would refer to her as one, even while standing in a well-used diaper. In this moment, Andy realized his little girl had truly lost control in a space where she wasn’t ready to lose control. Marisol, for her part, understood just the same as Andy and was slightly faster on the uptake, pulling Sandy into her arms and embracing her tightly. Marisol and Sandy stood still for a moment, as the embarrassment passed. Sandy pulled away from Marisol, her eyes only slightly watered, but no signs of actual tears on the little’s face. With a smile, Marisol nodded her head, “Now that’s a big girl I see.” 

Chapter 1

The cool autumn air fluttered up and around the road. Outside was the freshly painted black ’67 Impala that had been restored to currently well-working condition, even if it had some other parts to tweak or replace with newer pieces. The door of the vehicle opened smoothly as Andrew stepped out. His work boots were covered up slightly by his jeans, and the polo shirt was the required shirt at his mechanic shop. Looking toward his door to the home that he owned, he couldn’t help but smile as he walked toward the door. 

Andrew knew all too well that he couldn’t sneak into his home anymore, not with three dogs who excitedly listened for the door to open. The heartwarming sight of the three large dogs all stumbling to get to Andrew first only made the giant man’s smile grow. Of course, those who saw Andrew as he walked could only describe his as a giant, standing at 6 feet 5 inches, and having the powerful build of a person who routinely moved engines and tightened bolts with just his arm muscles on a daily basis, Andrew was nothing less than a giant of a man, looking as the modern incarnation of Thor of norse myth. 

Each puppy was excited to greet their second human, their bodies and not just their tails wagged back and forth. Taking a moment to give the massive puppies their desired attention, with scratches on their ears, head and bodies, Andrew realized that the clock was ticking. Quickly, the puppies calmed down, all three panting happily, before they flopped onto the ground, knowing they had to wait for the human they protected to be brought out. Andrew dusted his hands free of the multitude of fur from his hands, before he stood up and walked down the hall toward his step as quietly as possible. Wrapping his hand around the knob of the door, he opened it slowly. Within the pink and lavender-painted room was the dream of a little gothic baby girl, enlarged to fit an adult. Andrew scanned the room, everything in its place, including the quietly sleeping form of Sandy, who was wearing, as she had been calling them recently, her “kitty-phones,” which were in grown-up terms, a set of pink and white LED Bluetooth headphones with cat ears on them. 

Andrew smiled, thinking to himself as he glanced around the tidied-up nursery, ‘She was really excited for Halloween, I guess,’ his smile turning to a gentle chuckle as the smell of the nursery hit his nose. Looking at his phone, Andrew decided he had just enough time to snap a candid picture of his adult baby girl before waking her up from her daily hypnosis time. Sandy had curled into a ball, clutching her platypus stuffed animal as she sucked peacefully on her green pacifier. It was attached to a white pacifier clip with leaves dotted down the length until clipping to one of her favorite onesies, a pale green onesie with dinosaurs, cute and cubby versions of T. rex’s drinking tea. The childish pun always made her giggle for almost a minute when she explained it to Andrew, any time she wore it. For him, the silliness of his little made up for the repetitive nature of the pun his little couldn’t ever get enough of. Andrew gently removed the pink and purple unicorn blanket from Sandy’s body, revealing the thick, sagging diaper under not only the blanket but the onesie as well. He held his phone up and pressed the capture button, not realizing his flash was still on. The bright white light engulfed the sleeping woman (even the only womanly part about her was her physical form), and Andrew, before vanishing in an instant. Sandy’s eyes fluttered open as the sudden burst of light broke the serenity her hypnosis tracks created for her. The green-blue of her eyes started to glitter as Sandy quickly registered that someone was standing over her. 

The incredible movement of the woman from sleeping to kneeling, hands on the top of her crib, would have made Andrew jump, if he had not grown used to his little’s somewhat supernatural movements when it came to being near him. Andrew gently lifted the headphones off of Sandy’s ears, allowing Sandy to shake her head, the long pale pink braids dancing around her head as she smiled up at her Daddy Dom. 

“Daddy!” Sandy exclaimed and allowed her pacifier to drop from her mouth. The act alone triggered a stampede of paws to erupt from the living room down the hall. Andrew’s hand reached behind, two fingers pointed up, making a peace sign with his hands, causing the dogs to stop in their tracks just outside the door. “Candy Time!” Sandy continued, bouncing on her knees, the crinkling of her diaper and plastic pants filling the air. 

“Actually, little one, I think someone forgot about changing time,” Andrew said. Then he kissed the woman on the forehead, causing her to hum contentedly while she wiggled in place. Sandy pouted for the briefest of moments before remembering what day it was, knowing full well that she would get exactly what she wanted that evening. 

Andrew had his little one up and out of the crib in a flash as he held her hand as the two walked over to Sandy’s changing table. Andrew could feel the diaper girl vibrating with anticipation, expecting special diaper time. Andrew helped her onto the table before gathering what he would need for the diaper change.

“Sandy, did my lil’ stinker do all her chores?” Andrew said, not looking directly at Sandy but speaking in a direct tone that reminded Sandy that her Daddy would know if she was lying. Sandy nodded quietly. With a gentle sigh, Andrew stood up as she placed lotion and baby powder on the table. He continued, “You can use your words, little one, so don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Yes, Daddy, Sandy dids all her chores,” Sandy said matter-of-factly, even though her voice was a little higher than normal. Andrew liked it when Sandy had fallen into this middle space between her baby-brained state and her little girl state, her words were plurised, and she often made nonsensical sounds when petting the dogs. Of course, he liked her all the time, but times like this were becoming the norm for Sandy, which she didn’t seem to notice, or even care about, most of the time. 
 
  Andrew didn’t need to double-check the chore list. Upon entering their home, he could tell that all his little girl’s chores were done, and she had even put away all her toys long before he had to ask her. The snaps of Sandy’s onesie popped one after the other, each one eliciting a squeak from Sandy, her arms slowly moving up toward her chest. Sandy instinctively raised her hips as Andrew moved the onesie out from under her diapered butt and up her body, stopping just below the curvy woman’s chest. Sandy started to pout again before Andrew pressed his hand onto the front of her diaper, moving his hand in small circles. Sandy’s face flushed as red as her brown skin allowed, a soft gasp escaping her lips as her hands started to stroke her breasts. With his free hand, Andrew tapped Sandy’s hands and wiggled a finger in front of the pouting diaper girl. Slowly, Sandy withdrew her hands from her chest, both reaching for either side of the changing table, needing something to grab onto as Andrew’s other hand quickened its pace. Sandy gasps turned to low moans as she bucked her hips in rhythm with Andrew’s movements. She could feel herself getting closer with each cycle of her Daddy’s hand. She could feel the squelch of her mess with each thrust, the squish of her diaper during each arc of Daddy’s hand, the feelings more intense, in the back of her mind, the still grown-up side, the side that seemed to only come out during diaper changes, remembered this feeling from more than two weeks prior, then suddenly, Daddy stopped.

Sandy let out a sound that could only be described as a mixture of a moan and growl, her glittering eyes flared up at Daddy, who smiled for a moment before whispering, “Tricks now, treats come later, little one. We have to get ready for the party.” The click of the locking plastic panties around Sandy’s waist was the only sound in the room, excluding the sharp crinkles made by the plastic pants as Sandy tried desperately to keep the sensations going. With practiced ease, Andrew moved around flawlessly, avoiding the desperate movements of Sandy’s hips as she tried pressing her diaper into Andrew’s hand again and again. The sound of the diaper tapes being ripped open came next, as Andrew deftly wiped his little clean, as he slid the first diaper under her, “first warning Sandy,” The words echoed in Sandy’s ears. She only got one warning, and today she didn’t want to end up punished before the special party Daddy was taking her to. The air took on the sweet scent of baby powder and lotion, calming Sandy down, and lulling her into a dazed state of mind, it wasn’t caused by the hypnosis, Andrew realized his little really did love certain smells, and they tended to effect her mood or temperament, baby powder had the effect of calming her right down, it made changing her all the easier. In her dazed state, Sandy didn’t register her legs being lifted, and only snapped back to reality as the small egg-shaped toy was inserted into her rectum. Her eyes locked with Andrew’s as he smiled.

Andrew slid two boosters into Sandy’s first diaper, a simple pink CutiePlusU diaper. Next, he slid another identical diaper under his little one’s padded posterior and added another booster on the second diaper. Sandy hadn’t noticed her Daddy adding a slit into her diaper before putting her into the first one, meaning she was going to be drinking a lot of liquids tonight if she wanted a diaper change anytime soon. Lastly, Andrew took a cloth diaper, a cute pink number, and slid it under his little girl's poofed-out bottom before securing it with pins. Finally, Andrew slid the locking plastic panties up Sandy’s legs and into place with a soft click. Sandy tried to close her legs, but the bulk between her thighs made it impossible; at best she would be maybe four or five inches between both her legs. 

As the crinkles of Sandy’s well-padded rear end filled the air, Daddy lifted his Little smiling as she wobbled on her diapered butt, a slight hitch in her breathing as the pressure flared from the egg in her bottom combined with her natural weight. The woman couldn’t help but wiggle in place, which only caused her body to jerk with each movement large enough to affect the special toy lodged in her rectum. Andrew crossed his arms impatiently, sighing loud enough for Sandy to snap to attention, and lowering her head, as she muttered a soft “Sorry Daddy,” 
 
  Andrew had known what he was signing himself up for when he started the hypnosis on a little as easily distracted as the little one sitting before him, Sandy, making them late for more than one occasion for the very same reason. Andrew started lifting the onesie, tapping Sandy gently as he did to let her know to raise her arms. It was finally time to start getting ready for the party. Between the two, Sandy was quickly dressed in her special outfit, a pink princess dress, one mostly designed to be at least some one what sexy on an actual woman, instead, Andrew and Sandy had made some modifications, taking out the panties, ensuring diaper checks would be fast and easy, as well as pinning down the bust just a twinge, to show off more of the valley of cleavage Sandy was very proud of. With Andrew placing a silver crown on her head, Sandy was ready. Her slightly puffed-out sleeves paired well with her puffed-up bottom. On her legs, she wore a pair of white thigh-high stockings, the singular piece that made the outfit feel somewhat adult, and a pair of pink Mary Jane shoes, without heels, of course. Sandy was a baby girl, not a sexy woman after all.