[Standard Content Warning: This is an ABDL story blog, that means stories on this page contain diapers, diaper usage (like, lots of it), infantilism and the like! In addition, mental and physical manipulation, bondage and nonconsensual or dubiously consensual employment of all of the above themes and many others may also apply. Viewer discretion is advised.]
“Uuuuuugh, I really don’t wanna be the littlest this time.”
A few moments later, the five of them were all just sort of awkwardly waiting around when Mint flopped onto her back, let out that complaint and started kicking the air.
“How bad is bein’ the, uh, littlest, anyway?” Charlie asked.
“It sucks!”
“It’s the worst!”
“It’s, uhm, not what I prefer…”
Lemon just shrugged. She didn’t seem to mind the idea of it that much.
“Your arms and legs get all noodly and you can barely move!” Licorice said, waving her arm. Charlie wanted to say they all kind of already had noodle arms, but she kept it to herself.
“Allll of your meals get super babyish,” Mint said. “Ida makes you sit in the highchair every time and all she lets you have is that mushy stuff that tastes like feet and milk from a bottle. Nothin’ that tastes good! No snacks, no cookies, no donuts, no ice cream, no sweets of any kind!” Charlie grimaced. She’d deeply despaired at that possibility earlier, she wasn’t excited to hear it was a reality.
“You have to take three naps a day,” Choco sighed. “But, Ida wasn’t lying when she said you can cuddle with her as much as you want. That part is nice. Spending time with Ida in the rocking chair is very, uhm, comfortable…”
“Yeah, but Ida will do that basically whenever we ask anyway!” Licorice pointed out. “Seriously, Charlie, if you think she’s overbearing now?”
“She is often. Present and affectionate, I have noticed,” Charlie admitted, searching for a diplomatic way to put it.
“The way she’s acting now is what we like to call ‘the light touch’,” Licorice said. “Think about that for a sec.”
“She’s soooo much clingier on you when you’re the littlest,” Mint agreed. Charlie tilted her head.
“But wait, she wasn’t doin’ any of this stuff to any of you guys last night, so who was the littlest then.”
“Oh, no, the last time she did it was like, months ago. She doesn’t make you be the littlest the whole time,” Licorice said and Charlie was slightly relieved at that. “But it’s still a while! Last time it was you, right, Choco?” Choco gave a nod and a little sigh that Charlie thought was kinda wistful.
“It was a…long month,” Choco said. “I’d prefer to not go two in a row.”
“Geeeez.” Charlie rubbed the top of her head. “So then. If nobody wants it, what’re we gonna do?” Lemon crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, but she didn’t say anything, so nobody saw it and nobody addressed her. “Are we just gonna. Sit here and wait until one of us wets ourselves?”
“Well, usually we play a game to figure it out,” Mint said.
“Uh, yeah.” Licorice floated over to a shelf with board games on it. “We play cards or a board game or something and the loser has to drink a little bit from a bottle, and we just keep doin’ that until…” She trailed off and shrugged.
“Oh. Uhm. We don’t need a bottle this time actually.” Choco floated into the air and then out of the room through a wall. Mint, Licorice and Charlie all looked at each other and shrugged. Choco came back a minute later with a plate. Charlie’s eyes lit up when she saw it. “I found these earlier and I thought they would work…” She said, holding up a plate of.
“Chocolate covered strawberries……!” Charlie said. The strawberries all had a shell of milk chocolate over them with a little dab of white chocolate on the tips. Charlie reached out for one, until her hand was whacked away. “Ahhh!”
“They’re made with ectoplasm,” Licorice said.
“They’re — oh.” Charlie sighed. “Ectoplasm runs right through humans.”
“Yeah, we know, it does the same to ghosts,” Mint said wryly. “Almost everything Ida makes, she makes with ectoplasm. That’s why we only wear these—” Now it was Mint’s turn to flash her (green and stripey) training panties. “—once every few months.”
“Pfft, I bet you guys would probably need diapers anyway,” Charlie said, waving a hand.
“Blehhhh!” Mint stuck her tongue out at Charlie. Licorice puffed her cheeks out. Choco quietly giggled to herself. “You got jokes, Charlie, but do you got the skill?” She asked and held up a deck of cards. “C’mon. Let’s play cards.”
“Yeeeee.” Licorice sat up. “Might as well get it over with. What should we play?”
“Can we not play Go Fish, that’s how I lost last time,” Choco muttered. “Can we get the Uno deck instead?”
“Have you tried having a less bad Go Fish face, Choco?”
“I don’t like lying!”
“It’s not lying, it’s just not giving away what you have in your hand!”
“It’s like lying with my face….!”
Charlie watched as this went on. She thought for a second. She rubbed her chin. Then she took in a breath…
“HEY, IDA!”
And called for the nanny at the top of her lungs.
“Mmmmyeeessssss?”
Ida was poking her body halfway into the room from the ceiling all of a couple seconds later. All four ghost girls kinda stumbled over, clearly not prepared for Charlie’s shout or Ida’s quick arrival.
“Hey. I got somethin’ I gotta ask you,” Charlie said.
“Ask away, dear!” Ida said, putting her chin in her hands.
“There’s one thing I haven’t been able to figure out,” she said, wagging a finger back and forth. “I didn’t know anything about a black licorice flavor or any other kindsa tricks. It didn’t show up in my research and it sure wasn’t in my notes, ‘cause I wrote ‘em myself and I didn’t know! I didn’t even know the Sweet’s real name!” She said. She then pointed her finger at Ida. “You didn’t make those truffles from my notes.”
The ghosts blinked a couple times, looked at each other, then looked at Ida.
“I never said I did, dear,” Ida said sweetly. One of Charlie’s eyebrows went up as she stared very discerningly at the nanny.
“Would they have worked if ya did?” She asked. Ida gave a simple shake of her head.
“If anybody had made them with your notes, with only the flavors of the treats in the mix, they would’ve been ineffective,” Ida explained matter-of-factly. “Each truffle has to be 50/50. Equal chance of a treat or a trick. That’s the magic.”
Charlie let out a breath, closing her eyes, no longer staring suspiciously at Ida. She crossed her arms.
“So y’didn’t rig it. They were all coin flips.” She let out another breath. It felt like a bit of tension left her shoulders. “Alright. Ya played fair. Fair enough.”
“Ahhhh.” Ida laughed into her hand. “Well. I didn’t rig anything, but. Maybe ‘fair’ is relative.” Charlie looked back up at her. Ida held up a finger. “One coin flip is fair, but three in a row.” She held up three fingers. “If my math is right, I believe my chances of getting what I wanted were 87.5%.” Charlie let out a little laugh, the full picture coming into place.
“So that’s why you were stayed mostly neutral when the girls were trying to capture us,” Charlie explained. “‘Cause once I mentioned the truffle, you knew the odds were in your favor the whole time, as long as we trusted you enough to eat it when everything was said and done.”
“Well. That and, I just don’t like to pick sides. A lot is at stake in these games! I don’t want to show favoritism to my girls….even if I do wuv them so, so, sooooooo much!” Ida said and grabbed the four ghosts in a surprise hug, squeezing them for a few seconds. Mint and Licorice squealed and scrambled out of her grip. Choco and Lemon didn’t seem to mind. Ida giggled, clearly getting a charge out of teasing them a little. “Alright. Is that it, Charlie? Was there anything else you wanted to know?”
Charlie rubbed her chin for a second. She looked Ida in the eye.
“I wanna know who you were,” she said. Ida smiled back at her.
“Nope!” She said immediately with a little shake of her head. “That’s not on the table, dear.” Charlie huffed, disappointed, but not looking particularly surprised.
“Then I wanna know everything you know about Supernatural Sweets. Every other recipe you know, their history, everything. Everything!” She declared. Then she stuck a hand into the air. “That good?” Ida made a considering noise for a second…then nodded.
“I’ll agree to that,” she said and took Charlie’s hand in her own much larger one, giving a single, dainty shake. Charlie closed her eyes, took in a big breath through her nose and then heaved a sigh.
“You guys better appreciate this,” she said, pointing at the other four ghosts. Then she grabbed a handful of chocolate strawberries off the plate and started eating them one at a time.
“Whoa!” Licorice exclaimed.
“That’s a plot twist,” Mint muttered.
“Uhm. I still kinda wanted one of those…” Choco pointed out.
“Mmmph.” Charlie swallowed a mouthful of strawberry. “I’m volunteering. In case that wasn’t clear.” Ida giggled. She had in fact picked up on that. Licorice, Mint and Choco all let out a breath of relief. Lemon rolled her eyes.
“Ooomph. Oogh. That was quicker than I thought.” Charlie put a hand on her stomach as it let out some very uncomfortable noises. “Uhm. Okay, I know I agreed to this, but if I could have some privacy, I would really appreciate the — oogh.”
Charlie felt a cramp run through her stomach and bent at the knees. There was one more strawberry in her hand. She grimaced at it. “Better enjoy this,” she said and tossed it into her mouth. She didn’t even finish chewing it before she felt a hiss and a sudden heat between her legs. A few seconds later that was followed by another groan, before a mushy invader started pushing into the seat of her underwear. She was, sadly, used to the feeling of messing a diaper at this point. Feeling her padded panties bulge outwards and droop as the mess flattened against them (and in turn flattened against her bottom) was unfamiliar and probably more uncomfortable. It was appropriately disquieting for an accident that she could make absolutely no excuses for. There was no cursed mirrors or high chairs forcing her to be fed the ectoplasmic goo this time, this wasn’t a piece being moved in a game. This was just her, standing in the middle of the playroom, with a bunch of eyes on her, messing her undies to prove that she was the littlest of the little girls and needed nanny to take care of her.
“Guhhhh,” Charlie whimpered out, her legs wiggling a bit once the messy deed was finally done. She didn’t wanna stand back up, because that’d just move this thing around more. Her panties had contained it all, thankfully, which meant she hadn’t made a mess of the floor, but it also meant it was all squishing unpleasantly against her.
“Alright, girls, you’ve been playing for a while!” Ida finally said, floating down from the ceiling entirely into the room. “Let’s make sure everybody’s kept their big girl undies clean!” She took a quick lap around the room and then hovered over Charlie. “Charlie! Since you were already wearing big girl undies when you got here, I’m sure it was easy for you to stay clean for this long!” She said. She could hear a couple of the other girls giggling.
‘Oh, God, she’s making a performance out of it. C’mon, Ida, cut me a break, this is bad enough as it is….!’ Charlie winced. She looked at Ida. Ida looked back at her.
“Is there anything you’d like to tell me, Charlie?” She asked. Charlie was a couple of seconds away from telling her to knock it off, but something stopped her. She let out a sigh and turned away from Ida.
“N…no,” she said. She could tell Ida’s face lit up at her playing along.
“Hmmm!” Ida floated around the room a few more seconds. Then she took a couple dramatic sniffs of the air. “Are you sure, Charlie? I thiiiink I smell a stinky tushy somewhere around here!” She asked, then a hand came up and flipped up the back of Charlie’s skirt.
“Oh dear, Charlie, it looks like you had an accident in your training pants,” Ida said, affecting a sigh, her hand lightly palming the seat of Charlie’s panties. “Why didn’t you mention you had to go potty to nana?” She asked. Charlie felt her face burning. She looked briefly at Ida, then looked at the ground.
“I, uhm.” She spoke in a very small voice, “I didn’t know it was happening.” She immediately heard a chorus of giggles from the ghost girls.
“Looks like it’s back to diapers for Charlie!”
“Although, uh, we’re probably gonna be following you back there pretty soon.”
“It’s okay, Charlie, it happens to everyone sometimes…!”
“Alright, it’s okay, nana will take care of everything,” Ida said. She leaned down and planted a kiss on Charlie’s forehead. Charlie’s eyes got big as she immediately felt her legs go out from under her. Ida’s big arms were waiting right there to catch her. Ida lifted her up like she was light as a feather and carried her to a changing table.
By this point, Charlie, sadly, knew what to expect, having the messy panties slid down her legs. The new part was how her body felt. The girls hadn’t been kidding earlier. She tried to kick her legs and they felt like jelly. She tried to raise her arms, it wasn’t much better. All she could do was twist and wriggle a bit on the training table, which Ida just chuckled at as she cleaned Charlie up. The diaper she eventually slid under Charlie was even thicker than the ones she’d been wearing by the end of the night. Ida had called her a sleepy, messy girl before. Now, whatever she was, it was apparently even further down than that.
“There we go, now Charlie’s all fresh and clean.” The diaper was taped up. It was solid pink with white tapes and this one Charlie was pretty sure would have her walking around bow-legged, if, y’know, she could walk. “Now, arms uuuup…” Ida slipped Charlie’s arms into place. Her skirt and shirt were quickly discarded for a short-sleeved onesie to be slipped onto her instead, pulled over her head and then snapped up in the crotch over her diapers. It was apparently Halloween-themed. It had little bats and jack-o-lanterns on it as well as chocolates and other sweets. Charlie sighed as she was picked up off of the changing table.
“I’m sorry, Charlie, but I think you’re just not ready for big girl undies right now. We can try potty training again later…” She said softly. “For now, it’ll be fine if it’s like this.” She let out a giggle. Charlie saw a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Although, I know you probably got used to nana changing you pretty quickly last night, but. With such thick diapers, you might have to get used to waiting a little longer now.”
Charlie gulped.
“Oh yeah.” Licorice snickered. “I guess we forgot to mention that part, huh?” She asked Mint, giving her a light nudge with her elbow.
“Uh, yeah, Charlie, hope you like laying back in a stinky full diaper all day!” Mint said with a giggle of her own. “If not, you’ll have plenty’a’time to get used to it!”
“Alright, that’s enough teasing out of you two,” Ida said, the ghostly tail that made up her lower body snapping at the two, who squeaked and made themselves scarce. “You two go play, and leave Charlie alone. Anybody who’s not nice to her might find themselves in diapers as thick as hers for a week!” She warned, something the ghosts immediately took to heart. With that taken care of, she sat down in a rocking chair, holding Charlie against her. This was familiar to Charlie, from last night. She had a feeling it was gonna be a lot more familiar over the next month.
“All kidding aside, that was a very nice thing you did for them, Charlie,” Ida said. “I’m sure they appreciate it.” She reached into her apron and pulled out a bottle. To Charlie’s eye, this one looked bigger than the others.
“M’not hungry…” She muttered, shocked at how quiet her voice came out. She didn’t think she could raise it much more than that.
“Of course you are, dear,” Ida said and slipped the bottle right into Charlie’s mouth. To her chagrin, she began swallowing the milk as it flowed into her mouth quiet compliantly. “Little girls like you need lots of milk,” she said. “Lots of milk and rest and cuddles from your nana so you can be nice and safe and comfy…”
“Mmmph…” Charlie murmured into the rubber nipple in her mouth. A little trail of milk went out of her mouth and down her chin. Ida wiped it up before it got any further than that and hugged Charlie a little more snugly. Charlie’s eyes fluttered and for the second time in a row, she felt herself wetting her diaper as she fell asleep.
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