(UGHH!!! And now the font is tiny, even though the font is set to normal size!!! ~~pulls hair out, kicks computer... bandages sore big toe~~ )
Sorry for the lack of updates these past few weeks, I've been dealing with several personal issues (mostly illness), and have had to miss the past two Free Fiction Friday posts. On the plus side, I have made progress on several new future ebooks, including a forced-lactation tale and a living mannequin story.
Today's post is a work-in-progress age-regression story I wrote early last year; I'm still trying to decide whether or not to finish it. I have the rest of the story plotted out, but I'm worried certain portions may push the boundaries of Amazon's TOS policies. I will have to rethink a few scenes, if I finish it.
Until I decide to finish this story and publish it, I will keep this story available here. All 8,000 words are after the page break, as per usual. Please feel free to let me know what you think of it so far. :-)
- Tabitha Kohls
Tabby's Age-Play Holiday
by Tabitha Kohls
* * * * *
- A Vacation From Adulthood -
* * * * *
can't be serious, Abby!"
totally serious," Abby said, planting her hands on her narrow hips.
"I'll never get another chance like this again, and you know it!"
stared in shocked disbelief at his wife. He'd just sat down for dinner when she
dropped the bombshell; She wanted to spend the next three weeks pretending to
be a 16 year old girl!
and William had first met in college and had instantly fallen head over heels
for each other. They'd been going steady for more than a year before Will first
found out about Abby's age play fetish.
had been very coy about it all at first. She introduced a little light spanking
play into their lovemaking, claiming she got a rush when he smacked her bottom.
And he had quickly found that he liked spanking her too. Soon swatting Abby's
rump had become a routine part of their sex lives.
overtime Abby slowly pushed their play further and further. She started by
wearing fetish schoolgirl outfits to bed; but as time went on the outfits
became less fetish and more realistic, until eventually she was wearing clothes
straight from the teen section of the local clothing store.
pushed Will, bit by bit, toward treating her like a naughty teenager, rather
than his adult girlfriend. The changes had surprised and somewhat discomforted
Will, but at least their play stayed in the bedroom. Though soon even that
really wasn't until after they were married that he finally realized just how
strong Abby's age play fantasies were. She seemed almost obsessed with the
humiliation of being treated like a little teen rather than the adult woman she
really was. Shortly after they were married, she began buying an entire new
wardrobe of teen clothing for her little fetish games.
the first year of their marriage, Abby slowly started adding part of that
secret wardrobe to her daily wear, and began moved their play out of the safety
- and anonymity - of the bedroom and into public.
move started out slow, just like with the spankings. One day Abby decided to
dress like a high schooler, and begged Will to act like her older brother,
while they went on a short trip to the mall. He finally agreed after she
threatened to take off without him, and he'd been shocked at the time by just
how easily his wife passed for a teenager. Not one person in the mall realized
that she was really into her early twenties.
the next year, Abby repeated the little game several times. Finally, she seemed
to grow bored with the act. But instead of stopping the games, she progressed
one trip to the mall, she pretended to act up, throwing a loud tantrum in a
clothing store until Will had to drag his wife-turned-brat out of store and out
to their car, or risk dealing with mall security. Abby got such a rush from it,
she began to act up on all their trips, slowly creating an obnoxious brat
persona she took to calling Tabitha.
add to her humiliation, Abby began pestering Will to punish her for her public
tantrums, until he finally surrendered and gave her bottom the hard spanking
she deserved! She loved the little brat games and insisted on playing them out
more and more often, though she always eventually became bored and had to
progress things even further.
for all her efforts, even after 6 years of marriage, Will had never really
shared Abby's fantasy. He didn't mind spanking her from time to time, bending
her over his knee and making her cry as he turned her little round bottom red;
but he'd never been truly comfortable thinking of his wife as anything but the
short 26 year old woman she really was.
in truth, he was having a harder and harder time keeping her real self
separated from her bratty alter ego.
Will finally said, frowning deeply. "You know how I feel about your...
rolled her eyes and sighed. "I know, Will, which is why this is best time
for me to play them. Don't you see, you'll be away on your business trip the
rest of the month, and I can finally really play out my fantasy and you won't
even be around to be bothered! It's perfect!"
don't know, Abby, it seems--" Will began, but she cut him off with a shake
of her head.
pulled her tablet out from behind her back, and shoved the flat electronic
device into his hands. "Look, I've got everything already figured
ran her hand down the screen, bringing up an open webpage. "This is a
website for a house-sitting service in the city. I've already set up everything
for my little vacation from adulthood; on the day you leave for your trip, the
service will send out a professional house-sitter to watch the house... and act
as my babysitter!"
Will said sharply. Abby giggled, then rolled her eyes again sharply; he hated
when she did that!
Will, my babysitter. She'll mostly just be cleaning up the house, of course.
I'm going to spend the month as my alter ego, Tabitha." Abby said, spinning around with a giggle. Her
red-orange hair was already tied up in pigtails and spun with her.
sighed heavily; of all of Abby's fantasies, Tabitha
was her favorite: a bratty, spoiled 16 year old girl! Oh, and she was
supposedly his niece too! If his sister Martha ever found out that Abby was
pretending to be her very real daughter Tabitha, she'd kill him for sure!
Abby went on, "Naturally, as a 16 year old girl I won't really need to be
babysat, but having the house-sitter around should keep our neighbors from
asking a lot of embarrassing questions. If I just stayed here all alone as my
younger self, they'd eventually notice and probably call the cops or
shivered at the thought, and Will nodded in agreement. He knew that Abby's
biggest fear, and probably the source of much of her enjoyment of her games,
was being found out publically. If someone discovered her secret, someone who
knew her in real-life, it would be a total disaster!
course," Abby continued, after a moment, "as this is mid-summer, the
timing is just perfect. No one will be asking why I'm not in school, and I can
spend the whole three weeks hanging out at the mall or going to the swimming
pool in the park. Ooh, and I can sneak into the R rated movies at the theater
was grinning now, imagining her little vacation as a make-believe teenager. Will
put the tablet down on the table, and held his head in his hands, thinking
tried to find a major hole in her arguments, but really couldn't. A year ago,
he could have pointed out that Abby would never be able to get three weeks of
vacation from her work, but that excuse wouldn't fly now. Abby had been making
a decent living writing and selling smut on the internet for the past several
months, using her fantasies as a backdrop for her stories. She made more from
her writings than she ever did typing as a secretary.
he couldn't fault her reasoning with hiring a house-sitter either. They were
still very new to the neighborhood - they didn't even really know their
neighbors yet, and they surely wouldn't recognize that Tabitha was actually Abby. Having an adult watching over the house
and the apparent teenage girl living there made sense. Though it did seem
rather wasteful to hire someone just to keep the house clean, but he knew Abby
had wanted a maid for ages anyway, and this was probably her way of killing two
birds with one stone. He fully expected the house-sitter would remain in place
long after he returned at the end of July.
looked up at his wife, or rather, down
at her. Even sitting, he was nearly a head taller than Abby. She was always
quite short, even for a woman, but at the moment she wasn't wearing her
trademark high heels; nor was her hair puffed up to add a few more inches to
her diminutive height.
fact, he saw that she wasn't even wearing her normal padded bra and underwear
either. Without her usual help, she was as flat as a board, front and back.
With her lack of footwear and her childish hair style, she was practically Tabitha already.
course, she'd never dream of going out in public like she was right then, not unless
she was safely hidden in her teen clothes, as her Tabitha persona. Despite her age play fantasies, Will knew his wife
was deeply self-conscious of her height and lack of development.
than once she had been mistaken for a teenager, or even a child, while in her
adult clothing and she absolutely hated those moments! They were a thousand
times more humiliating than when she was safely dressed as Tabitha.
mother had been a professional gymnastics instructor and had made Abigail
compete throughout her childhood and teenage years. At one point, she'd been
exercising for ten hours a day, every day, just to keep her mother satisfied.
Abby had never been better than merely proficient as a gymnast, but her years
of grueling exercise had left her with a severely underdeveloped body. She
liked to say she was four-foot ten, as her driver's license claimed, but Will
knew better. She was maybe four-foot
six, on a good day, and without her padded underwear and bra, she was never
more than about ninety pounds.
despite her curves, she had great legs and her years of gymnastics training had
made her incredibly flexible. With her padded bra giving a bit of definition up
top, and her padded underwear giving her flat ass a boost, Abby could really
pull off sexy if she wanted to. Will loved when she wore stockings and her high
heels; that was his fetish. Coupled
with her long red-orange hair, she could be a real knockout!
Abby rarely wore such clothing now that she was no longer working as a secretary.
In fact, she seemed to be spending more and more time as Tabitha these days....
What do you think?"
shook himself out of his reverie, and blinked. Abby had folded her arms across
her chest, only serving to emphasize her lack of breasts, and tapped her foot
impatiently. He sighed.
I need to sleep on it. Okay?" He added. Abby grinned, and suddenly hugged
you!" She gushed, as if he had already agreed to her proposal.
sighed and then hugged his wife back.
early July night was hot and muggy. Will groaned and turned over in bed,
kicking the sheets off. He looked at the alarm clock face glowing dimly in the
darkness and groaned again. He'd been lying in bed for hours, unable to sleep.
turned over again, and felt Abby beside him. She was asleep, and deeply. He sighed and gently rubbed his hand over
the back of her head. She had undone her pigtails before crawling into bed and
now he was able to pull his hand easily through her long hair.
mind was churning, tossing chaotically from one mood to another. He felt anger
rising up in him, as he felt her hair. Despite his claim earlier, he knew he
would agree to Abby's plans, he always did. And she knew it too, which was
precisely why she had waited until just before his business trip to tell him.
that thought made him even angrier.
Why does she have to be so impulsive? Of all
the times to dump this on me, why now?
silently chided himself for feeling mad at his wife, but he just couldn't help
it. This business trip was already going to be bad enough, without having to
worry about Abby on top of everything else.
had gotten on with a mid-sized ad agency right out of college, and had spent
the past 6 years mostly working on product advertising campaigns. With the
economy the way it was, the advertising industry was in trouble everywhere, but
he'd been lucky enough to stay employed throughout the recession. Things
weren't looking much brighter in the near future though, and he had barely
managed to transfer to the Paddington branch before the national agency began
downsizing at his last office.
the agency was talking about shutting down the Paddington branch too, and if
that happened, Will didn't know what he'd do. He'd let Abby talk him into
buying this new house in the suburbs outside of Paddington, even though it was
already well out of their price range.
had claimed that the neighborhood appealed to her because of the total lack of
drugs or crime, but Will suspected the real reason she had insisted on buying
the McMansion was the close access to the park and mall, and especially, the
huge number of teenagers that lived in the neighborhood. The house fit her
fantasies perfectly, and like always, he'd agreed and put down a deposit on the
now he was seriously wondering if they'd be declaring bankruptcy in a few
months. Will shook his head and pulled his hand from Abby's hair.
flipped over and planted his feet on the floor, then stood, careful to keep
from waking Abby up. He slipped into the bathroom and splashed cold water over
his face, both to cool down physically and to tamp down his rising anger.
stared at his face in the mirror, both hating himself for being mad at Abby and
for being too weak to say no to her.
sat on the toilet seat for a moment, wondering what he should do, and then saw
a bag of diapers wedged between the sink and the wall.
"NyteLytes" the packaging screamed,
in garish colors. On a whim, Will peeled the bag open and pulled a fresh diaper
out. He reached out and flipped the bathroom light off again. He wrapped the
soft absorbent nappy around his arm and watched as it began to glow.
colorful designs printed onto the diaper cloth were made with some sort of
fancy high-tech dye; it didn't glow in the dark for a few minutes after the
lights went off, but actually reacted directly to body heat.
Global, the massive Japanese conglomerate that developed the NyteLytes product
line, claimed they would glow softly all night long, supposedly making toddlers
feel safe and providing a little extra light if they tried to go to the
bathroom in the middle of the night.
NyteLytes were just the newest in a long line of products Will's agency had
asked him to design an advertising campaign for; in fact, the diapers were the
whole reason for his upcoming business trip.
He had just three short weeks to convince Otamii Global that his agency
could best promote the NyteLyte brand in the United States.
was a tall order; Otamii normally did its own marketing, and its current ad
campaign promoting the diapers had already proven a huge success in Asia and
Europe. Will knew he really had his work cut out for him. But if he could prove
that his company's campaign ideas would work better in the American market,
than Otamii's own, it could mean millions in new revenue. He might even get
if he failed, it could mean the end of not only his job, but the entire agency.
Hundreds of people, including people he worked with every single day, would be
out of job. And all because of him. The responsibility was a huge burden, and
now he had to worry about Abby's stupid little teen fantasy on top of
angry again, Will flung the diaper across the dark room. He sat dejectedly for
several minutes, watching as the NyteLyte slowly dimmed away to nothingness as
it cooled back down.
a moment he smiled in the dark bathroom. His sudden anger at Abby had reminded
him of the winter before, when he had talked her into wearing one of the
NyteLytes to test Otamii's claims.
interest in regression was all about reclaiming her lost teenage years, the
ones she felt she had lost to her mother's constant demands that she become a
professional gymnast. What she didn't have was an adult baby fetish or any
desire at all to ever wear diapers. The very suggestion that she slip one on
had sent her into a fit. Only after Will had given her a particularly mean
spanking over his knee, did she concede to wearing the thick diaper.
been burning a bright shade of red on both pairs of cheeks, as she slipped into
the diaper; despite his threat of another spanking, she utterly refused to let
him put it on her.
the NyteLyte went on, Will had turned down the lights and watched it glow.
Little duck designs had quickly appeared all over the diaper, at first seeming
to hover in the dark, but quickly growing brighter as the diaper warmed up.
had wanted out of the diaper immediately, bemoaning how humiliating it was and
how sore her bottom felt against the cloth. But Will made her wait until the
diaper was in full glow, then had her walk through the dark house to the
bathroom, using only the diaper to see by.
NyteLyte worked like a charm, but as she turned away from him, Will had noticed
that the ducks on Abby's bottom were glowing especially bright. He'd quickly
realized this was due to her fresh spanking, and it had given him an idea.
himself from the memory of his wife's humiliating night in diapers, Will
fumbled his way back into the bedroom. He listened to Abby's soft breathing,
until he was certain she was still asleep. Thankfully, she was a pretty deep
tiptoed out into the hall and into his study. He powered up his laptop and
carefully unlocked the protected folder hidden on his hard drive. A few seconds
of searching revealed a tiny video file, which he promptly opened.
had known that Abby would hate the very idea of wearing a diaper, but she had
been on Christmas vacation back then and at her very brattiest. She spent
nearly the entire holiday in full-on Tabitha
mode, and he had been fed up with it. Getting her into the diaper had been
difficult, keeping her in it had been even harder.
had asked her to wear the NyteLyte to bed that night, trying to play it off as
another test, but really he just wanted to drag out her humiliation a bit
longer. She'd agreed, but only after Will had promised to take Tabitha on a spending spree the next
day. It had cost him an arm and a leg, but in the end it had been totally worth
video file came to life, showing their bedroom that chilly Christmas night. The
thick carpet of snow outside had filled the room with a soft bluish glow,
making his sleeping wife quite visible. He had used one of his better cameras
to capture her in her slumber, and the image quality was perfect.
had pulled the covers away before he turned on the camera, and Abby had
immediately coiled up as the cold air hit her. The tiny ducks and other
cartoonish animals were still glowing, but only faintly.
had talked her into dressing in a simply white t-shirt, one of her tween
favorites, with lots of glitter and some teen pop star named Vannah Couver on
the front. It looked perfect on Abby, who looked younger than ever in the soft
had slipped a little teddy bear into her sleeping arms. The NyteLyte package
had come with a free glow in the dark pacifier, and he had wasted no time
popping it into her mouth too. She began to suck on it instantly, the large
flat guard obstructing the view of much of her face. It too glowed as it warmed
total effect of her outfit, diaper, and the accessories he had added, was to
transform Abby into a sleeping toddler! With nothing else in the shot for
comparison, it was impossible to guess her real size, and with her face partly
covered up by the binky and her hair, she was unrecognizable. If he hadn't
known who she really was, he'd have never guessed that she was older than three
or four, let alone a grown woman.
he was certain she was still deeply asleep, he had added the final ingredient
in his mean prank; a bowl of warm water!
kept the bowl out of the shot and started to film Abby just after he dropped
her hand into the water.
video camera had recorded everything, perfectly. After a long moment, during
which the only sound was Abby loudly sucking on her new pacifier, a new sound
began. It was a low, gentle hiss, that lasted a surprisingly long time. After a
moment, the NyteLyte really began to glow.
started at her padded crotch, as the tiny animal designs there began to grow
brighter and brighter, and spread out from there, until the entire front half
of the thick diaper was glowing. The designs became so bright they began to
bleed into each other, until it seemed all of Abby's groin was one single
massive bright yellow blob. Yellow light shone out over the bed, almost like
someone had dropped a flashlight in her diaper.
video only lasted about two minutes, because then Abby had started to stir and
Will had had to quickly get rid of the bowl, bear, and binky in a hurry. He had
snuck back into the bed with the camera safely tucked between his legs, just
before Abby got up.
had never said a word about the diaper since, and he never found it. If she
suspected that he had done something to make her soil it, she had never said in
the six months since.
feeling angry at Abby, Will restarted the video and watched it again, and then
again. It all looked perfectly innocent, just a little sleeping girl peeing her
diaper. The camera was high quality, the same one he had used for more than a
few quick commercial mockups.
he watched the video play out again, an odd idea came to him. He was too fired
up to sleep, so he opened up another program on his computer and began to work.
sun was nearly up when he finished. Four hours of working with the video
editing software had transformed his two minutes of raw camera footage into a
thirty second mock commercial.
grinned, feeling proud of his work, and no longer quite so angry. Working with
the footage of his wife's most humiliating experience had been very cathartic.
played the finished video several times, watching his diminutive wife pee in
her NyteLyte. The carefully clipped footage showed little of her face and he
had even added some simple background music to complete the mood.
entire video consisted of just a few seconds of Abby sleeping softly, her
pacifier popping in her mouth; then the view did a pan-and-scan across to her
diaper just as she started peeing. He enhanced the sound, until the hiss was
unmistakable, and ended the scan right on her diaper as it began to glow into
one big yellow ball.
even ended the simple faux-commercial with a short little tagline he created
right on the spot: "Your tyke can
sleep tight, in her NyteLyte!"
sighed as the video ended for the third time, and he finally felt the last of
his anger ebb away. He nearly deleted the whole thing on the spot, but stopped.
After a moment of consideration, he saved the new video as 'TabbysNyteLyte' onto his desktop. Who knows, I might want to watch it again
closed down the laptop and stretched. Yawning, Will returned to his bedroom,
where Abby was still sleeping peacefully. She seemed to be deep in a dream and
he briefly considered taking a short nap himself, but decided against it as the
sun finally rose over the horizon. Abby might be able to sleep in well past
dawn, but he couldn't.
staring down at his wife, Will finally considered Abby's plan to spend his
absence as her alter ego. He knew he would ultimately agree to it; he had
always known that. But he just wished there was a way to ensure she would
finally outgrow this... this obsession of hers.
a long moment, Will began to grin. By
god, if she wants to be Tabitha full time, so be it! But only on my terms!
Maybe if I make her little vacation from adulthood bad enough for her, she'll
finally get this whole age play business out of her system, for once and for
grin broadened into a full smile; a fresh jolt of energy seemed to rush through
him, and suddenly he no longer felt tired. He had far too much work to do to be
tired! But first...
found his cell phone and slipped back into the bathroom. He ran down his
address book until he found the number he was looking for. He let it ring
several times, until it was finally picked up.
Bob! Sorry for calling you so early, but I needed to talk to you. It's about
that favor you owe me...."
* * * * *
- Caveats -
* * * * *
While her husband worked on his laptop, Abby slept on
unawares, lost inside a deep dream.
She dreamt of the first day she discovered her fetish for
age play. She had been a freshman in college, and had just met Will. He'd taken
her out to the beach for a day in the sun and after a few lazy hours of sunning
and swimming, he'd gone off to get her a drink....
Suddenly, a ball smacked her head! Abby shrieked and jumped
up, glaring angrily at a young boy standing over her. The boy picked up his
beach ball and threw it at her again!
"Stop that you little brat!!" Abby caught the
inflatable ball, and pulled the plug. Hugging the plastic toy, she squeezed the
air out of it, as the boy screamed. Abby laughed and tossed the empty toy away
as far as she could, watched it hit the waves with a splash.
The little boy suddenly began to cry furiously, and kicked
sand at her.
"You're a meanie!" He screamed through his tears
and then ran off across the crowded beach.
"Serves you right, twerp!" Abby said to herself,
as the boy disappeared. She sat back down and let the sun wash over her again.
A few minutes rolled by, until suddenly two powerful arms
grabbed Abby by the shoulders and pulled her back up onto her feet!
"What the fuck!?!" She screeched, as she popped
her eyes open. A massive woman was grabbing her, and that stupid little brat
was standing next to her, pointing!
"She did it momma! She broke my ball!!" The boy
screamed at the huge woman.
The mother glared angrily at Abby. "Did you break his
"What?! N-yes, well, no, I mean--" Abby sputtered,
too shocked and confused to think straight.
The woman shook her head. "No excuses! Where is his
miss, I don't know what the big deal is, but calm the fuck dow--" Abby
began, but the woman interrupted her with a snarl.
"I will not be spoken to in that manner! It's time you
learned some manners, young lady!!"
Before Abby could react, the huge woman swung her around,
and shoved her over one of her massive thighs! Abby shrieked in alarm, as the
huge woman pulled her bikini bottom down, and raised a huge hand above her....
- BEEEEEP! -
Abby groaned groggily, and opened her eyes. She raised her
hand, and brought it down on top of her alarm clock. For few moments, her dream
slipped around in her mind, then slowly drifted away.
She yawned and forced herself to get out of bed. Since she
started writing for a living, she had started sleeping in later and later. It
didn't matter when she got up, really, she could write any old time she wanted.
She glanced at her clock again, and winced. Noon was
probably pushing it, though.
Abby took a quick shower, lathering her body up. She rubbed
absently at her butt, wondering idly why it seemed to sting. Will hadn't
spanked her in weeks.
Forgetting the strange phantom pain, she wondered what Will
had decided. Would he agree with her plan to spend the rest of the month as Tabitha?
She hoped so, it would be difficult to pull off her plans
without at least some help from him. If he decided he didn't want her to go
through with it, she'd have a real pain setting everything up, not to mention
the strain it might cause their marriage.
Of course, if he said no, she could just not go through with her plans. But she
felt almost sick at that thought.
She'd been planning this vacation for months, ever since
Will had first showed her those stupid fucking glowing diapers and she learned
about this business trip. Nearly an entire month all to herself, plenty of time
to play out all of her naughtiest fantasies! It was too good an opportunity to
just let slip away, even if it did make Will uncomfortable. She wished again
that he shared her age play fetish, it would make all of this so much easier.
She finished the shower, still rubbing her sore bottom, and
slipped on her favorite sweat pants and t-shirt. She skipped down the stairs to
get a bite to eat and was surprised to find Will waiting for her in the
"Will? I thought you'd be at work by now." She
said, raiding the refrigerator for milk. She poured herself a big bowl and
dumped a load of cheap cereal on top. Will visibly winced as she began pouring
scoops of sugar over the already-sweetened slop. She giggled, and began to
munch down on her late breakfast even before she reached the dining room table.
Will sighed as he followed her, and finally answered her
question. "Actually, I called in today. Said I had some things I needed to
get ready before the trip to Japan."
Abby nodded, and shoveled another heaping helping of cereal
into her mouth, trying not to giggle as she saw him wince again.
"Anyway," Will continued, "I've been getting
things sorted out all morning. I thought very hard about your...
Abby swallowed hard, wincing herself as the hard shards of
half-chewed cereal slid down her throat painfully. "And?"
She waited anxiously, already certain he'd cave in, but
there was always the slight possibility--
"Yes, I guess can go along with it, if you still want."
Will answered. "Though I had hoped you'd reconsider. I really don't think
it is healthy to... to overindulge your inner child like this."
He kept talking for a while, but Abby hardly heard him.
Between her excitement at spending a month as her alter ego and the loud
crunching of her dry cereal in her mouth, she could only catch every other
word. Not that it matters, she
reflected, he always says the same thing
every time I want to play. The important thing is that he said yes!
Though in truth, excited as she was, she was also actually a
little disappointed in her husband for agreeing to her vacation so easily.
She'd been trying to make him more aggressive, more controlling, almost since
the first day they had met.
He'd definitely improved over the course of their marriage,
and she secretly believed that much of his success at his job was a direct
result of her efforts to 'toughen him up', but he still wasn't the take charge
sort of man she wanted him to be. If only he would stand up to her more, tell
her 'no' every once and awhile.
Oh well, I guess I'll
just have to work on him some more, she thought, crunching down on another
"Anyway, I guess that's all I wanted to say. I just
wish you'd think this through a bit more, Abby, that's all." Will finished
his little speech just as Abby swallowed her last bite of sugary cereal.
For a painfully long moment, the two of them sat in silence.
Finally, Abby broke down and spoke. "So... I can be Tabitha then?"
Will sighed, and nodded. Abby slurped down her milk loudly,
then giggled with glee. "That's great!"
She rushed around the table and hugged her husband as he
stood back up. Her arms wrapped around his waist; though Will was hardly tall
for a man, she just couldn't reach much higher. Not without her heels on,
"Now, hold on a minute!" Will said, as he pried
her off him. "There are a few caveats we need to discuss first."
Abby bit her lip hard to keep from giggling. Caveats! Will, you're always using such big
words, but I'm the writer in the family! If anyone should be shoving vocabulary
words into every other sentence, it should be me!
Just managing to hold back her tongue, Abby simply asked,
"Caveats? Are those like strings?"
Will sighed. "Yes, Abby, there are a few strings
attached to this deal. If you want to be Tabitha
while I'm gone, I can't stop you, but if you want my help making sure this
Abby sighed herself, "... you have a few conditions.
Fine! What are they?
Will stared down at her for a moment, then finally said,
"Well, it seems to me that if you are really going to go through with this
fantasy of yours, you had better do it right. I've been busy all morning
renting a storage locker across town. I want you to pack up all your adult
clothes and anything else that you could use to turn back into your adult self
and we'll lock it all away until I get back."
Abby blinked in surprise. "You want to lock up all my
"I just want to help you live out your fantasy. If you
realize you've gotten in over your head, I don't want you to have the option of
backing out. If you go through with this, you are stuck as Tabitha until I get back. That means no adult clothes, no makeup
supplies, no I.D., nothing."
Abby stared at her husband in shock, until she realized her
mouth was hanging open. She shut it with a clack and swallowed. What he was
proposing was scary, yet... she felt a thrill run up her spine. She'd be
trapped, truly trapped in her new persona; no matter what happened, she would
have to deal with it, and as a 16 year old girl too! No backing out and
becoming Abigail, 26 year old adult woman again!
She sighed and shuddered slightly at the thought. Finally
she replied, "Okay, I agree. Are there any more strings?"
"Just a few," Will said, grinning broadly. Clearly
he saw how excited she was getting. "My main condition is this; I want you
to spend your vacation from adulthood as a 12 year old, not 16."
Abby's mouth fell open again, and she sputtered,
Will shrugged. "You want people to treat you like a kid,
right? That's the whole point of this fantasy, isn't it? Well, people treat 16
year old brats a lot different than they do 12 year olds. If you want my help,
that is my condition, Abby. Tabitha
has to be 12 for the next three weeks, or no deal."
Abby gulped, thinking hard. As short and scrawny as she was,
she could probably pass herself off as much younger than 16, but she'd never
tried that in public. How would people treat her? The thought was scary,
especially knowing that she would have no real way of turning back until her
husband returned from his trip. But the tingling down her spine grew stronger
as she let his new condition sink in.
A thought came to her. "But, if I'm going to pretend to
be 12, I won't be able to drive!"
Will shrugged. "I've already put your car away in
storage earlier this morning."
Abby gasped, and felt a surge of anger. "B-But, how can
I get around without a car?! And don't say I can just take the bus or
something, 'cause it doesn't go anywhere near this side of town and you know
it! How can I get to the park or the mall without transportation?"
Will grinned. "Don't worry about that, I'll find you
something to ride. And it isn't that far to walk anyway, maybe a mile or two
for the mall, but a little exercise wouldn't kill you."
She glared at him, but Will just waited her out. Finally she
rolled her eyes again and nodded. "O-Okay, I agree to that too. But if I'm
gonna be 12 now, I'll need new clothes! I don't have anything appropriate for
someone that young!"
Will held up a hand, shushing her. "I've already been
to the mall this morning. I would have taken Tabitha, but she decided to sleep in till noon."
Abby blushed, and Will continued, "I've bought you a
whole new wardrobe of tween fashion, so you'll be fine. And I'll leave you some
money too, just in case of emergencies."
"I've got my own bank account," She pointed out,
but Will shook his head.
"I already told the bank that Abigail would be gone for
the rest of the summer to stay with her mothers." Will said, grinning.
"And you won't have any credit cards or checks here once I leave. That's
all going in the storage container downtown."
Abby groaned, but nodded.
"Now, one question; did you really just think up this
plan of yours yesterday, or did you wait until now, knowing that I would be
gone on my trip before I could talk you out of it?" Will asked.
Abby's blush deepened. "I... I sort of thought about
this a few months ago, when you first told me about your business trip."
She decided not to remind him of making her wear those horrid diapers.
Will nodded slowly, then said, "Well, that was a nasty
little trick you pulled, wasn't it? I think a trick like that deserves a
punishment, don't you?"
He sat back down, but faced out from the table and patted
his thigh suggestively. Abby yelped slightly, feeling the tingling run down her
spine and straight between her legs! She slowly bent over his knee, and felt
him slip her sweatpants down her thighs until her ass was totally exposed!
"Oh my, someone's been very naughty, hasn't she?"
Will said, as he saw her bare ass.
Abby cursed herself for not putting on some panties before
she came down!
"I think a few swats are in order, don't you
Abby gulped and said in her most timid voice,
Before she could steel herself further, Will brought his
hand down, hard!
- SMACK! -
- SMACK!! -
- SMACK!! -
- SMACK!!! -
The blows came down fast and strong, as Will's practiced
hand effortlessly turned Abby's flat bottom into a solid red plum.
As he brought his hand down for the twentieth and final
time, he said, "Now, what do you say?"
"I-I-I'm s-sorrry for tricking you!" Abby wailed,
her voice breaking from both the pain she felt, and the gushing heat from
between her thighs. She had already been horny as all hell thanks to her
upcoming vacation as Tabitha, but the
sudden spanking was pushing her right over the top. She bit down on her lip
furiously, trying not to cum. If she came while bent over Will's leg, he'd
never let her live it down!
Her efforts were wasted however, as her husband ran his hand
over her burning rump and toward her sex. He pulled his hand back, and said,
"Oh my, you're practically dripping, Abby! I bet a few more swats will
make you pop, won't they?"
Before she could respond, Will brought his hand down, twice
in rapid succession and Abby's blood began to rush in her ears. She shrieked,
still biting down on her lip, as her tiny body began to buck. Her knees clacked
together, as her thighs clenched. An instant later her whole body followed
suit, thrashing violently in the throes of a epic orgasm!
Will laughed, and she felt his hand push down on her back,
pinning her against his knees. His hard, hot erection pulsed against her belly,
and the added sensation sent a fresh surge of energy through her. He swatted
her again, and again, whenever it seemed her orgasm was dying down. Each new
swat brought her right back up again, until finally she thought she'd black out
before he stopped making her cum!
But finally he stopped smacking her red bottom, and just
held her against him as she bucked and thrashed. The orgasm, or orgasms, slowly
drew down and stopped entirely.
Abby gasped for air, and Will held her steady as he tipped
her back to her feet. Her legs felt like jello, but he kept her upright until she
finally got her balance again.
"Well, that was unexpected," Will said, still
laughing. Abby's face was starting blush as red as her sore butt. "That's
the first time you ever came just from a whipping, Abby."
Will looked across the table at her empty bowl of cereal,
and said with a grin, "Maybe you should cut back on the sugar, just a
The two of them spent the rest of the day packing up every
shred of adult clothing in the house, even many of Will's own pants and shirts,
until there was nothing left for Abby but the t-shirt and sweatpants she was
already wearing. Besides her clothes, they packed away all of her makeup,
jewelry, and finally her purse and wallet too.
Out in their garage, she helped him put the many boxes in
the back of his truck to take to the storage container. As she hefted one of
the lighter boxes of panties, she noticed several other boxes were already
piled up in bed of Will's truck.
"What's in those?" She asked. Will shrugged
"Oh, nothing. While you were asleep, I did a little
packing on my own, that's all." He said, and returned to lifting boxes.
Abby frowned, wondering what else he had packed away. She
hadn't noticed any of her clothes missing before she started helping, so he
must have removed something else. But what?
When they finished loading up the truck, he made her strip
out of her last remaining adult clothes. She was happy to be out of the
sweatpants, which were rather damp from her orgasmic spanking over his knee.
She hid just inside the inner doorway as he opened the main
garage door, and started to back his truck out. She yelled at him, "What
about my clothes? You said you bought me a new wardrobe!"
Will poked his head out the cab window, and said, "I've
put everything in your new bedroom already. The guest room down the hall."
With that, he finished backing out and drove away, to unpack
her things at his secret storage location. She pouted and quickly ran up the
stairs. The guest room?
The McMansion was a huge house and there were many largely
unused rooms spread throughout it. At the end of the upstairs hallway, Will had
set up a few guest rooms for those rare times his sister would visit. She
usually brought her daughter, the real-life Tabitha, with her, and the young
teenager stayed in the tiny room at the very end of the hall.
Abby opened the door cautiously and groaned. The room had
been decorated back when they first moved in, nearly a year ago and had been
used as a nursery by the couple who owned the house before them. Will had covered
up the walls in cheap wallpaper and moved a proper bed and dresser inside.
But now the wallpaper was gone, revealing the original paint
again. The nursery walls were entirely bright pink! Pastel pink ducks and teddy
bears were still visible decorating the upper third of the walls, but Will had
put up several large posters to cover them up.
Unfortunately, the posters weren't much better, Abby
thought. Tween boy bands and various cartoon characters beamed down at her from
the walls. She scowled, and decided that she'd be spending her nights inside
her old room instead.
The bed was a four poster, with pink curtains covered in
large decals of Barbie dolls. The real Tabitha had been hugely into Barbie
dolls when she was younger, and Will had clearly found some of her real things
in the attic storage space.
Abby winced when she saw a pile of dolls and leftover toys
on the dresser top. There was a case of makeup there too, and she excitedly
opened it, only to be disappointed when she saw that it was play makeup.
Tabitha would have used it to play with her dolls, but it would never do as a
substitute for the real thing.
Abby saw her naked reflection in the mirror over the dresser
and remembered why she had come in here in the first place. Sighing, she pulled
open the top drawer. "Might as well see what I'll be wearing for the
next-- OH FUCK ME!"
Abby's mouth flopped open wide as she saw the clothing her
husband had bought for her. Besides a few bundles of tiny socks, the drawer was
filled with little girl panties, all in various shades of pink. Many were
covered in bright pink ruffles, and nearly all had some cartoonish decal on
She lifted a single pair and groaned as she saw the words
"I LUV BARBIE!" printed over the back. These panties were nothing
like the pairs she normally wore as Tabitha,
though those were certainly childish in their own right.
Sighing, she looked through the drawer for a matching bra.
After a few seconds, she realized there were no bras at all! Clearly Will
didn't think she even needed a training bra! The fact that he was right only
made her feel worse.
Abby shut the drawer and cursed herself for agreeing to
Will's 12 year old condition. He'd have
caved if I had argued the point, I'm sure he would have! And then I could at
least have worn some of my padded bras instead of fucking nothing at all!!
Angry at herself, she started to pull the panties on, but
yelped as she reached her butt! Growling, she dropped the panties in a heap
about her feet and rubbed her ass gingerly until the stinging died back down.
She'd just have to go sans panties for a while.
She pulled open the next drawer, and groan as she saw her
new tops. Not a single item was plain; each and every pair of shirts and
blouses had some embarrassing logo or decal printed on it. She slipped a light
pink shirt on, and tried to ignore the huge cat face staring out from her
chest. The cat's whiskers were made of sparkling lines of glitter that
instantly drew the eye.
It was, of course, a big tabby cat. She noticed that many of
her tops had either cat decals or the word 'Tabby' emblazoned on them
somewhere. Looking back through the top drawer, she saw a similar theme on her
new panties and socks.
She couldn't help but be impressed that Will had found so
much cat-themed stuff for her on such short notice. There was even a cat-shaped
backpack beside the dresser!
Moving on, she pulled open the next drawer and found it full
of skirts and a few shorts. Only a single pair of swim trunks were there, and
nothing close to a proper bathing suit. She lifted the trunks up and cursed
Will as she read the label. They were two sizes too big!
"These will fly off the instant I get in the
water!" She wailed to herself. Angry at her husband's little trick, she
tossed the large trunks back inside and pulled out one of the many skirts.
Taking care not to hurt her sore bottom again, she slipped
the skirt on. It was short, falling well above her knees, but it was also very
fluted and dark pink, and she already hated it. Tiny cat paws had been printed
running up one side and there were even little fake balls of multi-color yarn
hanging from each flute!
The last drawer turned out to contain only a few pairs of
shoes, and one pair of cheap flip-flops. She pulled some of the socks from the
top drawer and quickly put on a pair of tennis shoes. They were her size,
thankfully, but the sole was incredibly flat and there was no heel at all!
She looked at her reflection and groaned. Her pigtails
looked cute when she was pretending to be a 16 year old wannabe cheerleader,
but with her new tween clothing and her total lack of makeup, the pigtails were
just too much. "Oh gawd, I look ridiculous! I'm so damned short! And this
She pulled at her pigtails, untying the ribbons that held
them in place, and shook her long light red hair out. It helped, but it wasn't
enough. "I need to get to a salon; I wonder if I'll have time before the
house-sitter gets here?"
Abby looked around her new room and back at her new clothes,
and sighed heavily. Her vacation wasn't even started yet, and it was already
* * * * *
To be continued???