“W-What do you mean we’re playing Legos for our date with Miss Mallory tonight?” Erica protests as her hands are swallowed by the soft, pink mittens Mommy had threatened her with earlier that day. She squeezes her hands, groping aimlessly in the poofy padding.

“I won’t be able to put the pieces together with these on! This isn’t fair!”

Bailey tuts. She looks down at her small wife, frustrated after a long day of putting up with Erica’s bratty attitude.

“I warned you, sweetie,” Mommy’s tone turned sweetly sinister for emphasis, bringing Erica’s strident complaints down to an anxious mumble. “I warned you that if you couldn’t control yourself at the mall today, then date night might not be as fun for you, didn’t I?”

The baby girl just crosses her arms and pouts, knowing deep down that she did earn this punishment. 

“That’s right, you were in a mood all day, weren’t you?” Mommy continues, pinching Erica’s chin between her finger and thumb, “So rude to that barista, and then you wouldn’t even try on the pretty dress I found for you!”

“But it was so short! It wasn’t gonna cover my diap-” Erica’s whining is quickly snuffed out by the big pacifier that Mommy hid behind her back.

“Nuh uh, Mommy’s talking sweetie! Where was I? That’s right, Legos!”

Bailey coos, taking her enthralled wife by the hand, leading her to the spacious living area in their cozy apartment. Mommy had set up the center table with two chairs on either side, facing each other. It was clearly set up for a competition of some kind, but it was going to put someone in a regular adult chair against a little baby girl in her high chair!

“M-Mama, w-wha’th goin’ on?” Baby Erica lisps out, but before Mommy can respond, the bell rings.

“Awww yay! Mallory is here!” Bailey giggles and claps, visibly excited for the throuple’s date. She quickly sets her diapered wife in the high chair and straps her in. Locking straps hold her ankles and waist in place while heading for the door.

Mommy pauses to fix her hair in the mirror. While Bailey and Erica had been married for years, they agreed their kinky dynamic needed another person. The women dated around, passing on several suitors before meeting Mallory. The confident business executive identified Bailey and Erica’s relationship immediately. The switch taking care of a submissive baby slut like Erica could be exhausting. Her dominant streak was enough for both women and her confident demeanor inspired Bailey and Erica.

Mommy opens the door, and in strides Miss Mallory. Both women are awed by her beauty. Mallory’s tall, curvy figure and personality fill the room. She scoops Bailey into her arms, giving her a deep, passionate kiss right there in the doorway.

Erica stares enviously, knowing exactly what Mommy and her are doing. She gets so squirmy when Mommy cucks her, and since they fell for Mallory, Erica’s kinks have been in overdrive. She’d rub the front of her diapers, but the mittens are too big to fit under the tray table on her high chair. All she could do was watch and whimper.

“Hello darling! I’ve missed you so much! I’ll have to bring you both with me on my next business trip.” Her light accent makes both Bailey and Erica melt a little. She kicks off her tall heels and strides across the room towards the baby in her high chair.

“How are your nappies my precious little babe?” Miss Mallory gives Erica a gentle kiss on the top of her head and then an adorable little nose kiss. Erica’s never felt more comfortable with another person besides Bailey in her life.

“I-I dunno Mith Mawwowy…” The larger woman slips her finger down Erica’s diaper. “Oh my, someone is already damp, isn’t she?” Bailey bounces over, interrupting and rejoining the date.

“Are you ready for our game tonight honey?” Bailey’s hands are all over Mallory from behind. Erica watches her wife’s hands caress and squeeze at Mallory’s soft, thick body right in front of Erica.

“Yes, please! I’ve been dying to know, you’ve been so mysterious about it!” Bailey leads Mallory into the seat opposing Erica, who gulps nervously. She thought they were all gonna build Legos today, what’s going on?

Erica’s transparent expressionmakes her wife giggle excitedly. “Well, I wanted it to be a surprise for both of you! I thought we’d play a little game with some fun stakes tonight!” Bailey pulls out two boxes of Legos from under the table. Well, on Mallory’s side is a box of Legos. In front of Erica sits a big box of Duplos! Her jaw drops, paci hanging out from between her lips.

“Mama!!! You thaid I’d pway wif Wegos! ‘Dese awe fow babies!” Erica realizes what she said when instead of arguing back, Mommy and Miss Mallory just laugh out loud. The baby just sinks deeper into her seat, so pouty and so turned on by her abject humiliation.

“That’s right sweetie! You complained so much about your cute mittens, I thought these would be the best way for you to play!” Miss Mallory chuckles along, adding, “I’ve never actually played with these, you might have a chance in our game darling!”

Bailey smiles and begins laying out the rules. “Both Mallory and Baby Erica will have to make the same things out of their plastic blocks and whoever makes the best ones gets to sleep with Mommy tonight! And yes sweetie, that means cummies for you if you win!”

That’s the last straw for Erica, the blushiness of the competition reducing her to her littlest self.

“Mama! Tha’th not faiw! I can’ win wif Dupwos!” 

Bailey tuts again, glaring into her wife’s whining eyes, “No? Well maybe you shouldn’t have been such a brat today! Besides, I already decided since Miss Mallory is a grown up, she should have an extra rule. She’ll have to follow the instructions perfectly! Any mistakes and you will automatically win. How does that sound?”

Erica sits back, her eyes big. There’s a chance she can spend the night with Mommy? She fumes quietly, knowing the longer she holds onto her bratty attitude, the more attention she’ll get in bed tonight. Finally, she relents.

“I gueth tha’th otay…” Bailey rolls her eyes, looking back at their beautiful date.

“Sound fun babe? We’ve been wanting to introduce you to Legos for a while now!” Miss Mallory puts her hand up on Bailey’s cheek and gives her another passionate kiss with lots of tongue. Their little show makes Erica squirm, her princess parts leaking juices all over her damp diaper.

“This is perfect dear, I cannot wait to win you tonight!” She giggles, flashing Erica a wide, warm smile. Her caring eye contact reminds the baby wife how much Mallory loves her too. Erica, completely wooed by her new love, blushes happily and settles in for the game.

“Alright ladies and babies! Your first challenge is: make a woman!”

Erica opens her box frantically before realizing how difficult this is going to be. Her box is filled with primary colored squares and bricks, nothing else! She looks across the table at Mallory’s large brick box, filled with all different colors and shapes. Mallory and Bailey are laughing as the British woman flips through the instructions, trying to understand the directions.

Erica struggles, limited in her usual creativity. She has to use both hands slowly, stacking bricks on top of blocks, making an abstract shape that’s red, yellow, and blue. She holds it at arm’s length, squinting while she sucks her paci.

Maybe it could pass as a restroom sign? Finished quickly, she watches Mallory struggle to find the right bricks in her unorganized pile of blocks. She huffs and rolls her eyes, desperately turned on.

It isn’t fair! Erica could build the easy design so quickly if she had the chance, Mallory is so slow! She’d have finished and won Mommy and been freed from her padded prison already! But the beautiful woman diligently puts the various pieces together, revealing an adorable little woman in a purple dress.

Bailey gives both creations a thoughtful evaluation. “Mallory wins! Sorry sweetie, I do love abstract art, but look at her cute dress!” Mommy plays with the brick woman in front of Erica before giving the bricks back to the contestants. 

“Next, I want you both to make a bicycle!” Mommy’s eyes glint deviously, “Well, baby girl, why don’t you make a tricycle? A big kid's bike seems too difficult for a little baby like you!”

Erica’s brows furrow. Her famous temper is simmering inside her little body. Realizing just how rigged the game is against her, Erica tries again. Three different colored squares attach to the bottom of a brick, with two more on top as the handlebars.

Frustrated at her lack of detail, she looks at the cute design Mallory finishes, much more quickly than last time. Bailey giggles at Erica’s pile of squares before looking over the bicycle across the table. “Oh Mallory, you forgot this back light! That means Erica automatically wins Round 2!” Mallory smiles wider, feeling the competition with the little girl across from her.

“I won? I won!” Erica squeals happily, her mood completely turning around now that she’s tied with Miss Mallory. “I wanna make c-cummieth tho bad Mama!” The grown ups laugh. Erica’s baby babble has no filter, just like how they’d been reinforcing her.

“I know you do sweetie, and you might actually have that chance! For our final round, why don’t you both make me…” Mommy thinks carefully, letting the anticipation build.

“Let’s do something a little more interesting…” She flips to the back of Mallory’s book, making the woman giggle uncontrollably.

“Darling, that’s so risque!” As Bailey circles around the table towards Erica, Miss Mallory undoes one of the buttons on her blouse, giving the little girl a glimpse of her beloved cleavage. Erica gulps, realizing something’s up.

“See this sweetie?” Bailey blocks Erica’s view of Mallory with the custom made instruction booklet. There on the page is a picture of the big dildo she uses with Erica in bed! The 8’ psychedelic, rainbow cock was hanging above the headboard right now, elegantly displayed for the approaching debauchery.

“Go ahead sweetie, make Mommy’s cock!” Bailey giggles and circles back around the table to help Mallory! Erica groans, Mommy always cheats at game night!

Erica’s beet red face betrays her frustration. She’d be kicking her feet, if not for the tight restraints holding her in place. the only way she’ll be able to represent it is in size! Stacking four primary colored bricks on top of one another in a single, simple tower, Erica’s done what she can.

She has to watch while Mallory starts to use rounded, intricate pieces to recreate the plunger base, rubber balls, and gently curved shaft in the pretty rainbow pattern. Using some extra thin black pieces, she even makes the toy a cock ring! Her willingness to try new things was what won her over with Erica and her kinks. But what set her apart was how quickly she learned how to press all of Erica’s most shameful little buttons. The diaper cuck princess practically groans in need, watching her wife fawn over Mallory.

“OMG Mallory, that's so cute! Let’s put that on display with the rest of our Legos!” Bailey sings a little victory song as she crowns her date the winner, placing the toy dildo on the mantle next to the Lego flowers Erica made her last week.

“Don’t you think it’s SO good, sweetie? Congratulate Miss Mallory on being such a good Lego builder!” Erica’s so frustrated, all her pent up feelings roaring back into princess parts at the thought of what’s about to happen.

“C-Congwatuwations Mith Mawwowy…” Her pacified lisp sounds extra pathetic as Mommy secures her wrists to the high chair’s tray. She and Mallory lift the little baby into the bedroom, placing her high chair at the foot of the large bed.

Before making her wife watch Mallory plow her with the dildo she just recreated out of Erica’s favorite toy, Bailey straps a magic wand to Erica’s thigh and leans into her ear.

“You were such a creative baby girl tonight, so I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to get off with this while Miss Mallory enjoys her spoils! Love you, darling!” Mommy squeals, giving Erica the most passionate kiss of their blissfully wedded lives. She turns the wand on low before diving into Miss Mallory's waiting arms, both women eager to perform for the restrained diaper girl for the rest of the night.

The register beeps as plastic-wrapped products float above the red lasers. The flickering fluorescent lights cast an artificial atmosphere over the dilapidated super department store. After another soul-crushing shift, Erica is over it. This has been the worst week ever and today, Friday, was easily the cherry on top of the shit pie.

The customer in front of her is angry. She doesn’t bother making eye contact.

“Sir, I’m not allowed to accept void coupons, but if you go to the Customer Service desk, you can work it out with them.” Erica uses her most disinterested voice.

That’s all it takes to send him right over the edge. His eyes bulge, veins pop out on his mottled, balding head as he lays into the small cashier. People glance at him nervously from across the store, rubbernecking the confrontation like a horrific car crash.

Erica might have cared about de-escalating the situation on Monday, but certainly not today. She bags his items, hits “Accept Payment” on her register, and wishes him a good day.

His entitled rage crashes against the rocks of her antipathy, leaving no trace on her uncaring expression. The man mutters something about her generation not giving a damn as he leaves the store.

He’s not wrong. She doesn’t give a damn about him. Erica’s mind starts to wander. She’s got bigger plans for the weekend. Her heart rate quickens. She’s been planning this for weeks, she can’t believe that she’s finally doing it. 

The next customer is her favorite type: headphones on and silent. No unnecessary interaction. She scans their items.

There’s a sale in the baby department this weekend. It’s also Erica’s birthday tomorrow. It’s the perfect opportunity to finally dive into her newest kink: diapers. Even the word gives her a small blush. Weeks of anxious planning have led to today, the day before her 30th birthday, as the day she was finally going to try them. The customer silently bobs to their music and passes Erica some paper coupons, reminding her of the old guy.

Why should Erica give a shit about an expired coupon for his knock off boner pills from the pharmacy? He’s probably just going to jerk it alone to some shitty, exploitative porn when he gets home. He’s probably peeps on his hot neighbor, the creep.

Why should she care about any of these people? It isn’t like they’ve given a crap about her since she moved here a couple of years ago. She sighs, hitting “Accept Payment” as the headphoned person gathers their stuff to leave.

Erica goes over her plan again. She’ll clock off, avoid her supervisor, and change in the employee bathroom. She brought baggy, inconspicuous pants and a hoodie. She’ll grab a pack off the shelf and use the self checkout. She can’t let herself be recognized buying diapers!

The blissful peace of the silent customer ends with a shriek from a small child. A boy grabs a chocolate bar from across the lane. He opens it right in front of her, looking her dead in the eyes while he takes a bite. Erica rolls her eyes and looks to his mother, who’s on the phone and not paying any attention to her little terror.

The clock on the register reads 18:50. Taking a deep breath, Erica just shrugs it off, scanning the mother’s items while the boy steals candy. Ten minutes until she’s free. She doesn’t care if they’re still understaffed, that’s not her problem. She only stayed two hours late for the extra cash, not to be a “good employee”. She scans more items, actively trying to ignore the brat in front of her.

It’s not like she planned on working a cash register in this armpit of a town. She moved here to start her dream career. Coming from a big city and a very liberal college town, Erica knew she had taken a chance on moving to Forest Cove. The big, handmade “Visit Forest Cove” sign at the entrance gave the classic romantic small town first impression. That didn’t last long.

The boy shrieks again. Erica glances at the mom, who’s just laughing happily along with whoever’s on the other end of her call. When mom doesn’t do anything to reprimand her kid, Erica gives the boy the nastiest, meanest glare she can manage. He just points and laughs, continuing his chaotic orbit around the register. Erica rolls her eyes, her eyes going back down to watch her hands scan barcodes without any conscious thought.

Finally the mother pays and drags the boy with her. Rubbing her temples, briefly, Erica checks the clock again. Seven more minutes. The next customer must have raided the entire produce section. Bag after bag of various fruits and vegetables roll toward her in plastic bags. Her fingers typing the codes in automatically, Erica glances across the store toward the produce area.

Prudence Atwater, the CEO of Save-A-Lot, smiles soullessly back at Erica. It’s a ridiculous poster. This rich woman, wearing a gaudy sunhat, kneels in the soft dirt in heels and her casual business wear. She’s holding a perfectly shaped, clean potato, beaming with pride. As if she had plucked it from the ground that way herself. 

Erica hates that poster. She hates this job, she hates this place. She sighs. It didn’t start off that way. She was excited to become a part of the small town life, idealized by tv and romance novels. She wanted to make a difference, bring culture and new ways of thinking to the sticks.

But after a few years of constant clashes with the community and her supervisors on the direction she wanted to take with her position, she threw in the towel. The fights weren’t worth it.

Two minutes. She passes the “Lane Closed” sign down the line and turns off her lane light. She’s been both looking forward and dreading tonight all week. She’s going to spend the weekend how she always does: gooning her brains out to the raunchiest, kinkiest porn she can find. Maybe it’s not that different from how she spends her weekends lately, but it’s the one thing she looks forward to every week. Tomorrow being her birthday only made her want to masturbate more.

After she quit her dream job, Erica spent the next few months unemployed. Caught in the first serious depression of her nearly thirty years, she coped with cannabis and porn. She spent hours reading, watching, and even writing a little bit of smut. She didn’t have anyone in her life who shared her perversions, so she played solo. 

Sex toys started showing up in the mail all the time. She built a collection equal to some of the many starlets she’d started following online. Stuck in a lease for her apartment, she couldn’t really move away, so when her bank account started to get uncomfortably low, Erica begrudgingly got a job at the local department store.

Extremely overqualified, Erica didn’t mind cashiering at first. But the tedious monotony quickly overtook the novelty. In a community that valued “the grind” and “individual freedom” more than everything else, she felt trapped. She’d been raised to respect diversity and communal effort towards common goals. Feed the poor, nurse the sick. Ensure everyone, no matter what their personal situation was, had access to a happy, healthy life.

The locals here though, wanted nothing to do with what Erica thought were commonsense philosophies. They had neither diversity or open hearts and nor did they want them. She could feel her soul slowly being sucked out of her body with every incessant beep her station’s scanner made as bar code after bar code passed over the glass platform.

Finally, her register reads 19:00. She rings up and bags the two remaining people left in her lane. As she finishes up, a tall guy in a suit, talking through his wireless earbuds, pushes her “Lane Closed” sign out of the way to put a 30 pack of awful beer on the belt. Erica glares at him. Not today.

Without another word, Erica logs out of the register and walks away. The suited douchebag stops his call to yell after her, but she ignores him. Probably for the first time he’s noticed being ignored by a woman in a long time.

Near the dairy section, under the poster of Prudence Atwater pretending to milk a green screened cow, she makes eye contact with Sheri, her manager. She hadn’t seen him since he asked her to stay late. She had droned on about being too busy with TPS reports or something and couldn’t pull away to help out on the floor. Now, she has the same look on her face as Erica rushes past her. 

“Wait, Erica, you can’t leave your register until I log you out…” 

“I can log myself out Sheri, remember? I stayed late, I need to go home.” Erica just keeps walking. Sheri starts to follow after her, surely to berate her over some mundane performance goal or obtuse paperwork fiasco. For once though, she gets an assist from one of the terrible customers. 

Some little old lady catches Sheri’s attention over some items from the sale section. Erica manages to get to the staff room alone. Taking a deep breath, she grabs her extra clothes and locks herself in the restroom to change before embarking on the most stressful single purchase of her life.

Why hey there darling! Aren't you a curious little one? Miss E keeps her diaper bag very well stocked with everything a responsible babysitter like me could want! Taking care of all the different types of big babies out there, Miss E is always prepared! Do you want to see sweetie?

takes a seat in your caregiver's favorite big rocking chair, opening my gigantic pink, glittery bag.

Well, we all know just how mouthy little babies can be! Whether a baby is babbling happily in their bouncer or whining over Miss E's lap, one of the most important accessories is obviously a pacifier! Obviously I keep more than one with me. Babies can be so picky with their favorite colors!

I open a wooden case, painted white with delicate flowers. Picks out the red one to match your onesie and pops it in your mouth. I linger, holding my finger on the button until we make eye contact. I'm smiling so sweetly, but my deep brown eyes twinkle with a faint malice.

Now, lots of littles think that they're "big," and don't appreciate all the good some binky time can provide! Besides the obvious quiet break that all grown ups need, a baby's pacifier can help with tension, focus, and all those big feelings every adult baby goes through during embarrassing diaper checks! Those needier babies need some extra reinforcement! So when Miss E knows she has a particularly rambunctious little on her hands, she makes sure she has all the big siblings of your wittle paci there!

I proceed to pull out all sorts of gags. I show you a pacifier one, red like yours with a big strap that locks behind your head. Also, the nipple is HUGE, you'd be drooling instantly with that! Following that, the ball gag and ring gag almost seem vanilla!

So, honey cakes, what'll it be? Are you going to keep being Miss E's precious wittle angel?