✅ The Baby Makers

Finish What You Started

Stacie gasped, surprised even though she already knew she couldn't resist what Phil said. She never expected it to happen so quickly, or so easily. And she'd known he was making her as cute as a little girl, but somewhere inside she'd never thought he would make her go peepee in her panties. Even once she'd realised, it took her a second or two to stop peeing, and she felt she needed to go almost as much as before.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, "I couldn't help it..."

"It's fine," Phil put an arm around her shoulders, as reassuring as ever. "You're only a little girl, you should do what comes naturally. Good girl. Now, I think you need to get changed again. Are you okay with wearing diapers, so it's easier to get you cleaned up after the next little accident?"

"I won't do it again," Stacie protested, "I can hold it now." She was still clinging to the thought that she was a big girl underneath all the changes they'd made. She wanted to show him how good she was at acting big, and she wanted to not make any more work for Phil if she could help it. But she was probably small enough now that wearing diapers might be a good idea, so she added: "Are they cute?"

"I'm sure we've got extra cute diapers for you, and an extra cute baby outfit. I'll leave a note for the cleaners to come in here and mop the floor, they won't mind. But I'm sure they might be a little busy if you're leaving a trail of puddles all the way to the bathroom."

"I won't," Stacie shook her head, "I was just surprised. I can hold it now."

"Are you sure? I think that's a bit of a risk. If you can't hold it, then you might have an accident in the corridor, and that's more work for the cleaners. It's okay if you don't try, because they already need to clean up in here. So, what do you think? Can I ask you to be a good girl, and stop pretending to be bigger? Or should I make you a little bit littler, so you can't even try to hold it?"

"You won't be mad?" she asked cautiously, "About cleaning up after me?"

"Of course not. You're adorable like that, just like a regular baby. And I love looking after baby girls."

"Okay," Stacy mumbled, blushing still, but smiling a little too. She was nervous, and she was embarrassed. But she could still feel the sweet, flowery scent of the paper filling her head with fog, and the grownup whose opinion mattered more than anything had said he wanted her to stop being a big girl. Stacie closed her eyes and took a little moment to remember how to let herself relax. She told herself that she was already standing in a puddle, and it didn't matter if she let herself go some more. Better than having an accident in the corridor, just like Phil had said. He was so clever, it was like he was always right.

The stream flooded down her legs this time, soaking all the stretchy fabric of her leggings, and she could feel that she was standing in a puddle already. It was embarrassing, but Phil had said this way was better, and she wanted to please him. So she kept on peeing until she was sure she was completely empty.

Then, she looked up at Phil. Even when he'd told her, she was still a little nervous. She was sure grownups were supposed to be angry if she did that, and she didn't want to make Phil angry.

"Did you just do a wee in your panties?" he asked.

Stacie tried to answer, but her voice came out as a strangled squeak. She nodded, though.

"All done now?"

Another couple of rapid-fire nods.

"Good girl," and the joy came back onto Stacie's face like someone had flicked a switch. Phil was happy, he said she was good, and that was all that mattered. She knew now that she'd never hesitate again when he told her to pee. It didn't matter what a big girl was supposed to do, and it didn't matter what anybody else might think, and it didn't even matter if it was embarrassing. If it got Phil to say those magic words, she would do anything. She was so lost in the tide of joy and pride, she didn't even hear him say it again: "Good girl." But she felt the wave of happiness it sent through her body, and she knew that hearing those words again was the only thing that mattered. She would do anything at all for him.

"Would you like to go and get changed now?" Phil asked, after giving a few moments for Stacie's happiness to give way to actual thoughts again.

"Oh, yeah!" she grinned and giggled, putting her wonderful picture down on one of the desks and getting another whiff of pink for in her head as she moved it. "Super cute diapers! I hope they're pink. Can I choose, like with my clothes?" On some level she probably knew that she should have been embarrassed, but now she was just as excited as she'd been about getting cute clothes. Maybe it was even the same excitement, because a diaper was probably the right clothes for her age now.

"I'm sure you can. We've got like twenty different patterns, in all different sizes. I think someone in the office didn't know which one to choose, so they just got some of everything."

"Wow," Stacie tried to imagine a walk-in wardrobe just for diapers, and found it very easy to giggle at the thought. It was just so crazy that there wasn't any other way to reply. Weird things were happening today, and she Stacie was a lot littler than she thought she was going to be. She still didn't know what was going to happen when she got big again, but it wasn't important. When she could laugh, all her worries just drifted away. And she knew that whatever happened, there would be a grown-up like Phil there to make sure she was happy. She could just let go and enjoy the ride, wherever it was going to take her.