Snow day -- (Author) ESPF

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Sep 4, 2022 at 7:07 AM
Content: And as always. Constructive criticism/feedback is welcome.

Snow Day
An ABDL/Lesbian short story
By Penny Ann French
Chapter ONE.

Judy Garland was singing “Somewhere over the rainbow...”

Judy didn’t want to get out from beneath the worm quilt. “Dam! It’s cold out there.”

“Somewhere over the rainbow...” Ms. Garland began again.

Judy rolled over. “What time is it?” She mumbled to no one.

“Somewhere over the rainbow...”

Judy opened her right eye. The room was dark... and looked through the rails at the MiniMouse alarm clock on her nightstand. 6:03. “Who the hell is calling at six in the morning?”

“Somewhere over the...” Ms. Garland started in again.

“Ok. Ok. I’m answering already.” Judy picked up her phone from beside Mini and hit the icon to answer, interrupting Ms. Garland.

“Hello. You’ve reached the city morgue. If you’re not already dead, then we don’t want to hear about it. Especially at this ungodly hour.” She answered.

A familiar giggling sounded from the other end of the call. “Ms. Kennedy. This is Mrs. Lumbroski.”

“Oh crap! I’m so sorry ma’am.” Judy apologized. “I wasn’t expecting the office to be calling, this time in the morning. I didn’t even check to see who it was calling.”

“That’s okay Ms. Kennedy.” Judy’s boss interrupted. “The reason I’m calling is just to let you know, you don’t need to come into the office this morning.”

“What?! You’re letting me go? I thought I was doing...”

“No Ms. Kennedy. We’re not firing you.” Mrs. Lumbroski interrupted. “And your job performance has been more than satisfactory.” The woman continued reassuringly. A heavy sigh erupted from Judy’s phone. “Ms. Kennedy? Judy? Have you looked outside yet this morning?”

“Ummm... No. I’ve just woke up. Why? What’s going on?”

“Oh... Oh my god. I’m sorry. I was thinking you be up already.” It was Judy’s boss’s turn now to apologize.

“That’s ok Mrs. Lumbroski. I only had another ten minutes before the alarm. I mean I only live five blocks away.”

“Oh. That’s right... I’d completely forgot that you live so close to the office... Well... We got twenty-five inches last night.”

“What?!”

“Yup. And it’s still coming down. Half the state’s without electricity, and the governor’s declared a ‘snow-emergency’. We’re all supposed to hunker down, wait for the blizzard to blow itself out, the plows to clear the streets, and for the power to come back on. Are you going to be ok? Do you still have power?”

Judy looked through the slats again, checking MiniMouse. 6:07. “Yes ma’am. My clock’s still got power. And I should have plenty of food and such... and I left my Jeep in my parking space at the office last night so I could walk home. I should be just fine.” Last night, had been Wednesday. And so, as was her custom on Wednesdays, after work, Judy had swapped her heels out for her black Mary Jane flats, in order to walk the three blocks over to Millondo’s for supper, before walking the last two blocks home.

“Oh boy... Woman. They’re telling me we’ve got a seven foot drift against the west side of the building.”

“Oh...” Judy’s mind flashed on a picture of herself sitting in her Jeep, in the basement parking, and looking at a wall of white, tumbling through the exit doorway. “Well it’ll be fine right where it is for now I guess.” She said into the phone.

“Yeah I suppose it will... Well... I think you’ve got the Kimberly file in your thumb drive? So you can go ahead and get that ready for court next week.”

“Yes. I have a copy with me. I can work on it here. And I’ll just email you if I have any questions.” Judy confirmed.

“Okay. That’ll work... Okay then. I’ll see you... Probably Monday? So enjoy your time off, and I’ll see you soon.”

“Yes Mrs. Lumbroski. Thank you.”

The line went dead... and Judy flopped back down, dragging the quilt back over herself. She wasn’t going back to sleep though. Her phone call over now, the thing had returned to playing her MP3 file into her pillow speakers. That and she was wet.

Judy smiled as she ran her hand down between her legs, and over the smooth pink vinyl of her plastic pants. The pee was still warm. Not only could Judy feel it against her ‘prances parts’, she could feel it through the plastic too. The MP3 she’d had custom made by one of the hypnotists at ReckMyMind was doing a great job. After just three months Judy was now wetting in her sleep every night. And this was almost two hole weeks now sense she’d experienced her first “unannounced” accident at work.

Judy grinned to herself. “No doubt about it... I’m becoming diaper dependent.” She whispered as her bladder released some more hot pee into the thick cotton.

Judy rolled over, grabbed her fore foot tall bear, and began to rummage through the blankets. Her bottle was empty, and so she began looking for her favourite pink pacifier.

Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!

“What the hell?”

Bam! Bam! Bam!

“Who in the name of the five hundred harolds of Zeus is it now?” she mumbled reaching between the rails to once again retrieve her phone.

Judy tapped the icon for the front door speaker. “I swear, if you’re selling vacuum sweepers, at this hour, I’m having you committed to the local psychiatric word.” She told the phone... and then stopped.

On her phone, the door-cam revealed a blond woman, wrapped in what appeared to be a blanket... Nooo... Not a blanket. It was a cape, or a cloak. It even had a hood on it, that she’d thrown back, so as to reveal her face to the camera. The woman was dancing up and down trying to keep worm. “Dam. I really need to stop with the smartass one liners until I know who I’m talking to.” She whispered to herself.

There was also something in her one hand under the cape... It looked to maybe be a small suitcase? Maybe? Or a makeup case?

“I’m sorry.” The woman said into the security panel. “My cars stuck over there in the snow, and the tow truck driver says he’ll be at least another three hours before he can get to me... Can I come in please? It’s freezing out here!”

“What’s in the suitcase first?” ask Judy into the phone.

“It’s my cat, Spot.” The woman explained, her cape parting for just a second as a pet carrier peaked through.

“OH shit!” Judy thought, laughing to herself. She was probably the only person in the building that would have gotten that joke... And a second later thumbed the icon to release the lock. “I’m the first door on your left. I’ll need a minute to get my robe on.” She told the phone as the woman worked the door open, pushing the snow up into a mound and off of the stoop... and disappeared into the building through the door... And Judy climbed to her knees to drop the rail of her twin size crib.

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Sep 4, 2022 at 10:19 PM
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Raven801 said:

Sounds like a good start except for the snow .... I don't like snow

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Wellll... That's why they are staying in where it's warm.

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Sep 6, 2022 at 12:59 AM
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kerry said:

I think you want "warm."

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LOL I hate autocorrect.
Thank you.

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Nov 2, 2022 at 8:03 AM
Content: Chapter TWO:
Even under the floor length, grey wool cloak, Sandy was freezing! “Guess I should have added some more layers. “ the woman mumbled to herself under her breath as she positioned her butt against the door, and using her legs for added leverage... shoved... nocking the pile of snow from behind the door, off the stoop, and into the basement stairwell bellow. “l just hope whoever is down there’s got another way out.”

Stepping into the building and dragging the door shut behind her, Sandy found herself in a COLD, two story tall hallway, forty or fifty feet long. Apparently the management hadn’t turned on the heat in this part of the building... and the entire place looked so much like some old brownstone.

“Who the fu...dge knocked us out and dragged us all the way to NewYork?” Sandy ask as she admired the old brownstone architecture and held up the carrier to check on Spot.

“well at least we’re out of that wind!” Thank God it had been a woman’s voice on the doorbell speaker, if it was this cold in here.

Sandy’d been hesitant at first, even to approach the building. What if it had been a man’s voice, answering her. THAT would have been all she’d needed to make this morning a total shitshow, to end up waiting on the sofa with some horny geek, who was convinced he was about to get lucky. But the cold had finally made it obvious. She’d need to find somewhere worm. And then it had been a woman’s voice that had answered the bell, so even if it were a couple she was about to impose on, at least there’d be someone to rain the boyfriend in.

It wasn’t exactly as if Sandy had ever been a ‘man hater’ . Well... Not in that old cliché seance. She was perfectly capable, from an intellectual, or even an artistic point of view of appreciating males... as friends. She’d just never seen any need for one in her life, let alone her bed. And she’d spent most of the last twenty minutes imagining worst case scenarios, as she’d called around looking for a tow truck to pull her from the drift that had continued piling up around her car.

Sandy had just plopped down on the steps. “I’m sorry boy. I know you’re cold too. But she said she’d need a minute.” When she heard the locks in the door the voice had mentioned being thrown... Sandy struggled back to her feet.
The first door on the left opened... and Sandy’s jaw went slack.

Standing in front of Sandy, tying a maroon red, fuzzy tarry robe into place, was her high school crush, Judy Kennedy. And the last six years were suddenly gone.

Judy was still just as perfect as Sandy remembered. That dark brown hair was still just as flowing as she remembered. And those eyes, were still the same dark blue.. perfection. And those legs! Those legs had been the secret to Judy’s becoming captain of the cheer squad their senior year.

“Holy shit! Judy? Judy Kennedy!?” Sandy nearly dropped Spot’s carrier.

“Ummm... Yes?... I’m sorry, should I know you?”

“Yes... Well no. Not really. We went to school together... Go South side Tigers? Mr. Watson’s second period senior algebra?... I’m Sandy Cole?”

A look of recognition lit Judy’s eyes. “Oh My God!. Sandy Cole? From girls volleyball? Holy sh...ipping crate. The last time I saw you was... “

“At graduation! I know!”

The two giggled for a long second as the memories of six years past came rushing back... And then fell silent for the next, taking in the sight of the other.

“Well... You and Spot Better get your assets in here, before I end up heating the hall.” Judy admonished her old classmate, opening the door wide for her.

Sandy picked up the crate at her feet, and hustled through the door.

“Thank God! It’s almost a whiteout out there.”

The living room Sandy stepped into wasn’t all that much warmer than the hallway had been. But there was a furnace softly chugging away somewhere off to her right. And the fieldstone fireplace full of ceramic logs, had a blazing fire going... The room wasn’t warm yet, but it wasn’t going to be more than a few minutes.

The room was a full two stories. That was probably why it was so cold down here. Compleat with a balcony and spiral staircase. Too the left sat an easel with a half finished canvas of a teddy bear. A small potter’s wheel sat in the opposite corner, and the wall directly in front of Sandy was covered all the way to the ceiling in bookshelves. The room wasn’t what Sandy would have called cluttered, but it was still a long way from neat. Art supplies were still strewn about the table next to the easel and the floor was busy with dolls and stuffed animals.

“I’m sorry.” Judy started to apologise. “I wasn’t expecting company. So the place is a bit of bomb-disposal range... Holly kra... ken!” Judy exclaimed as she looked out the window. “When you said it’s a whiteout out there you weren’t talkin’ out your assets!” Judy had opened the blinds at the front of the living room, and was standing slack jawed, at the sight outside. It was obvious to both women that there wasn’t more than ten yards of visibility beyond the window.

“I know.” Replied Sandy. “I was hoping to get into the vet’s office before all this crap set in. “

“OMG! I forgot all about Spot! Let that little girl out, so she can go find the sand-pan... I want to meet her!”

“Ummm... Him... He’s a Tom.” Sandy corrected. “You’ve got a litter box?”

“Well... No. But the building has some cat-litter out by the back door for the steps, and I’ve got an old storage tub. So we can make one.”

The massive orange cat that Skulked from the plastic box, as soon as Sandy had the wire door open was in fact a dead ringer for Commander Data’s cat, from the old StarTrek TV show. Even if he didn’t seem to know whether he approved of his new surroundings.

“OMG! He’s adorable!” Judy gushed and, instinctively reached out to gather up the twitchy little beast... Only to receive a warning swipe of claws, from the crouching, hissing ball of pissed.

“Spot! No!” a horrified Sandy scolded. But it was already to late. Spot had already disappeared beneath the big cream sofa. His claws clattering and clicking over the tung-and-grovd hard wood floor. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry... Did he get you?”

Without thinking, Sandy had reached out, and gathered up the other woman’s hands, rolling them over for inspection.

“No. I’m fine. And it would have served me right... I know better than to just grab for a strange animal like that.”

Suddenly Sandy realised, she was holding hands with the only girl she’d ever dreamed of... holding hands with, all through high school. And didn’t want to let go. Smiling, she looked up... And into those eyes. Eyes that had always been a half dozen shades to dark, dark blue. Sandy remembered a couple of arguments back then, when several of the other girls had insisted that Judy had to be wearing coloured contacts. And how she’d been to scared to say anything, because, someone might realize just how she felt about a girl.

The awkwardness of the moment was eventually broken by Judy’s smile. “Well... If you get the litter from down the hall, by the back door. I’ve got to go get changed, and find that storage tub, for Spot.”

Sandy watched as Judy took off up the spiral staircase. Had she gained a couple of pounds in the caboose, in the last few years?... and disappeared into the loft...

Five or ten seconds later a plastic storage tub came flying over the railing and clattered to the floor.

Sandy found the cat-sand exactly where she’d been told to check. But the bag was really heavy... especially in her condition. Eventually she settled on dragging it down the hall as she back-peddled.

Sandy could hear the shower running up in the loft as she poured the litter into the tub, and looked for some place to set it. It sort of felt wrong to be looking around in someone else’s home. It felt way to much like snooping. But she didn’t want to just leave a sand-pan sitting in the middle of the living room.

“Is everything okay down there?” Called Judy from above.

“Yea. We’re good down here... Where should I put this sand-pan?”

“Oh. I haven’t thought about that... Well... For now just shove it up under the table with my paints on it, I guess.”

-Rip-... -Rip-

“The coffeepot’s all set up... Go ahead an turn it on for us please?”

-Rip-...

Sandy wasn’t certain what she was hearing from up in the loft as she shoved the cat-pan under the table beside the easel, wandered into the kitchen to start the coffee, and set up two mugs from the hooks beneath the cabinets.

Opening the fridge, Sandy looked inside. Sitting beside the milk jug were five pink baby bottles. All full, and each with a different Disney princess on it. Closing the door and sitting the jug on the counter, she considered... She hadn’t heard a baby. Nor seen any thing like a crib, as she’d poked around the lower floor of her old schoolmate’s home? But then shrugged it off, thinking “She must still be sleeping upstairs.”

-Rip-...

Judy pulled the last tape from it’s backing and into place, and stepped into a pair of pink plastic panties. Selecting an over large, and long, pink sweatshirt, with a kitten lounging in a teacup, printed accost the front. She shrugged into the shirt. Judy checked herself in the full length mirror. Yes. This would do nicely, and stepped into her favourite fuzzy slippers.

Almost five months ago when she’d finely worked up the courage to place the order for her “complete diaper dependency” hypnotic and subliminal MP3s, she’d known, and even embraced, that this moment was going to happen. That sooner or later there was going to come a point where her diapers were no longer just an option... and she’d have to explain them to family... And old friends.

When she’d finally had to mention it to her boss, it had been different... Awkward, yes. But Mrs Lumbroski had just assumed it was some sort of medical thing, and let it go... and so had Judy. And Judy had thought she’d been ready for this part too. But... these next few minutes were going to be so awkward.

The smell of the fresh coffee was just starting to work it’s way through the house, and the heat was finally getting comfortable, as Sandy spread her feet, worked her way down onto the sofa... And started trying to coax the big orange tom from under it.

Last year, when she’d signed the contract, she’d known this part was going to be uncomfortable. But still... She couldn’t even sit down now without having to spread her legs.

“Here Spot... Kitty kitty... Come on boy.”

“Girl. Why are you still in your coat?”

Sandy looked up, to see Judy already halfway down the stairs. The big sweatshirt she changed into was more like a minidress than a shirt. But looking up... Sandy thought she’d caught a flash of pink plastic from underneath?

“Take that thing off before the snow melts and you end up soaked.”

Judy watched as her guest started to struggle up from her seat. “What’s the matter?... Here. Let me help.” Judy said, offering her hand.
This time it was Judy’s turn to put her eyes back into her face, as she watched Sandy shrug off her cape.

“Oh my god!” Squealed Judy at the sight of Sandy’s distended belly. “Your pregnant!”

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Nov 2, 2022 at 8:37 PM
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kerry said:

Very nice job introducing the characters and scene.

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Thank you.

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Nov 2, 2022 at 10:02 PM
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kerry said:

Very nice job introducing the characters and scene.

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I've been trying to salt clues into these two chapters without compleatly spoiling the surprise end of this chapter... ?

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Nov 17, 2022 at 2:40 AM
Content: Chapter THREE:

Judy had to blink again, to stop herself from staring at the distended rounded belly, beneath Sandy’s floor length skirt and turtleneck sweater.

“Yeah... It is getting a little obvious isn’t it?” Sandy smiled, patting herself.

“A little obvious?! Young lady, that’s a little obvious the same way a cop car with its lights and siren going full tilt is just a little obvious... Girl! What in the seventh level of Hades were you doing out at 6:00 in the morning, and this weather, in your condition?!” Judy almost scolded as she took the cape from her guest, and shook the snow from it, onto the little carpet in front of the door.

Sandy hiked the hem of her skirt up to expose her snow incrusted boots before widening her stance and settling back into the big cream coloured sofa to run the zippers down and step out of them.

“I know. I know... I was hoping to get Spot into the vet’s ... This was going to be, HIS, last day.” Sandy said punching up the word ‘his’, and held up two fingers, wiggling them, to make a cutting motion. “But, it’s looking as if he’s getting a few more days to enjoy being a boy. He was going to be the doctor’s first surgery this morning.”

“Oh... Ohhh!” It had Taken a second for Sandy’s wording of the situation to sink in. Judy needed coffee. “Well... I would say ‘Pore kitty’. But in this case, it looks like he’s got a hole extra weekend to enjoy licking his crotch.”

The two women giggled...

Judy headed for the kitchen, and coffee. “Well... give you husband a call and let him know you’re okay I guess.“ Judy said, over her shoulder, as she spun the mug around on the counter, and that all important first cup of the day began to poor into it.

“Ummm... I’m not married.” Sandy replied. And watched as Judy stopped to look back.

“Oh?” Judy wasn’t certain why that revaluation had startled her. In this day and age it was dam near the norm. But some how it still just felt, well, not exactly ‘wrong’ four the Sandy she sort of remembered. Maybe out of character? No. That wasn’t quite right either... Judy could still remember back when Bob Anderson had ask her out to some school function... probably just some dance. The reason she could still remember it, was the expression on Sandy’s face, even before she’d shot him down. The flashes of fear, and disgust... Judy had thought at the time that Bob hadn’t really been all that overweight, and had eventually written the whole thing off as Sandy’s being to shy to accept.

“But I guess you’re right. I should give her parents a call.” Sandy interrupted her host’s rememberings, fishing in her purse for her phone... And began to dial.

“Parents?” Judy finished her one-eighty to face off with her guest. “Oh Lucy. You got some ‘splainin to do.” She announced in her best Ricky Ricardo impression.

“I’m their surrogate.” Was all Sandy replied, as if that were all that needed saying. “Mrs. Wounders?... Yes. It’s me... No. No. No... Your baby’s fine. I’m just calling to say we’re fine... I’m at an old classmate’s place right now... Okay... Okay... No. With this weather, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it... I’ll let you know... Ok. Bye Mrs. Wounders.” Sandy stabbed her phone off.

“Ok woman. Time we talked.” Judy’s voice sounded serious at first. And yet the grin belied that tone, saying something more akin to ‘its time to gossip’.

“Okay. Okay.” Sandy grinned back as she took a seat on a stool in front of the sink, to watch Judy fill her mug with the delicious smelling brew. “I’m a professional surrogate. I have babies for couples that can’t. This will be my forth in the last five years now.”

Judy tried to hand the mug off to Sandy. “Wow! You know... I’m kind of impressed by that... But how can you just give up your baby?”

“No. Thank you. My contract specifically says no caffeine... But I will take a cup of that deecaff, if it’s ok? And you’re right. Even though it’s nine months of hovering over the stool first thing in the morning, swollen ankles, and five pounds sitting on my bladder, I always feel like shit when it’s time to give them up... But the old platitude about them ending up in loving homes... is true... But I still feel like a pile of shit.”

The two eventually ended up back on the sofa together, and over mugs of coffee, watching as the blond weather bimbo tried to explain about ‘cold fronts’ and ‘Alberta clippers’ and how the computer models were predicting a short lived let up this afternoon, only to be hit with three to six more inches tonight... While both tried to recall the lyrics of Don Henley’s Dirty laundry. “See the bubble headed bleach blonde she comes on at five...” but neither could seem to remember the next line without looking it up.

The traffic reports were equally dismal. “snowploughs and toe trucks continue to struggle to rescue drivers trapped on the interstate...”

Spot was finally drawn from under the sofa by a slice of cold ham.

And Sandy explained all the ins-and-outs of her job as a surrogate. “Its really good money. Plus I still have time to run my on-line consulting and sales.” She admitted. As eventually she started wondering how much longer Judy was going to leave her own baby up in the loft unattended.

“Okay. This makes three or four pounds sitting on two mugs of coffee... Where’s the bathroom?” Sandy finally ask.

“Ohhh shhh..ping crate!”

“What? What’s the matter?” Sandy watched as her hostess’s face began to turn red.

“Well... I wasn’t... I wasn’t expecting company. So...”

“Hay. Don’t sweat it. I’ve seen messy bathrooms before.“ Sandy interrupted, trying to reassure the brunette.

“No. It’s not that... Exactly.” Judy sighed, and gathered up her courage. She’d known full well she was eventually going to have to face this moment, when she’d ordered her subliminal hypnotic MP3s.

Every sense Judy had moved out of the dorms and into her on place she’d been wearing diapers. At first it had only been a couple times a week... And then almost every night... Eventually she’d been wearing whenever she was home.

By the time Judy had begun working for Mrs. Lumbroski she’d already begun thinking about going full time. But if she did... Sooner or later she’d have to come out and admit it to others... And she wasn’t certain she could. Was she really brave enough to do that? She new she wanted to. But.

How do you tell the people around you that you’re an ‘Adult Baby’ and love wearing diapers, and plastic panties? That you suck your thumb to get to sleep? But you’d rather have a pacifier? That you want to sleep in a crib? Or that you dream of wearing tiny, short baby dresses, covered in lace ruffles and bows, that so short your plastic pants can’t be hidden? How do you tell someone that your biggest dream is to become diaper dependent, and give up all your bladder and bowel control?

The day that Judy had finally found the nerve to tell Mrs. Lumbroski that she “needed” to start wearing diapers at work, her boss had apparently assumed it was for some medical issues... and Judy just hadn’t corrected the assumption. But as soon as she’d gotten home, she’d gathered up every pair of adult underwear she’d owned... and thrown them in the dumpster out back.

But, it had proven incredibly hard to undo her potty-training. It was just embedded to dam deeply into her subconscious. And then she’d found ReckMyMind.com.

It had taken nearly a month to find the courage to e-mail one of the hypnotists.

Finally Judy swallowed, gathered her courage again, and blurted out: “My washer and dryer are in there, so its full of my diapers.” Before her nerve cold have a chance to fail.

Sandy sat stunned for a second. Had she heard her old classmate right? She must have miss... No. Suddenly thing started to click into place. The extra big bootie under her robe, that flash of pink plastic, the baby bottles in the fridge, it made sense now.

“Your an adult baby aren’t you?” Sand suddenly ask. But it was more rhetorical.

Now it was Judy’s turn to sit stunned... What the bell? This day just keeps getting currieser and currieser.
“Ummm... You know about ABDLs?” Judy finally managed.

“Yea. One of the clients of my internet sales is an adult baby... We can talk about it in a couple minutes though. Right now, this kids using my bladder for a bouncy ball.

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Nov 17, 2022 at 4:11 AM
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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Nov 17, 2022 at 4:20 AM
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dinosaurKing said:

wut that??

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Judy's condominium. We're this story is happening
First door on the left.
I haven't shown as much of the loft... Yet. Stay tuned to find out more.

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Nov 17, 2022 at 4:30 AM
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dinosaurKing said:

oh okay
do you accept suggestions??
if ya do can ya do a babyfur abdl story?

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What? You don't like this one?
I should just drop this story and move on?

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Nov 17, 2022 at 4:43 AM
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dinosaurKing said:

no i love this story!
it was a suggestion for when your done like another story to work on
dont stop writing

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Well right now I'm still trying to get act two dun for 'When Hennah Met Sally'.
Ohhh... And I'm glad you like this one.

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Nov 20, 2022 at 9:00 AM
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BlameBaby said:

You wouldn't make it in the northern states

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Have you two been watching the weather up around Buffalo?

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Jan 28, 2023 at 8:58 PM
Content: Sorry this chapter took a while. This seen took three rewritings. Every time I thought I had it down and ready to post, I’d look it over and realise just how clunky it was reading. Sooo... Hopefully it now reads better.
Feel free to let me know one way or the other.

Chapter: FOUR

Sandy scrunched up her nose as she stepped into the lower floor bath. At the hint of ammonia smell from the MiniMouse diaper pail beside the washer and dryer. But... it was only just noticeable. Is was actually the half dozen nursery print plastic pants hanging over the tub, and the bag of teddy bear print WestCoast disposables sitting out on the vanity that made it obvious. Judy was definitely an adult baby,

The room was cluttered yes, but surprisingly clean... But . Naaa. She shouldn’t be all that surprised how clean this stool was. It was obvious Judy had another bath up in the loft. She’d heard the shower earlier. And with this many diapers in the downstairs bath... Sandy’d should be more surprised if the upstairs bowl wasn’t equally squeaky clean.

Back out in the living room Judy stood, trying to watch the morning news. In spite of what Sandy’d said she was still a bundle of nerves... Mumbling under her breath, trying to calm her runaway imagination. The cat was out of the bag now. And it’s name wasn’t Spot. Was Sandy going to think Judy was some sort of freak? Would she out her to others? But... She had said she already knew another little... And she hadn’t said anything about who it might be.

Maybe this was going to work after all? Judy couldn’t quite bring herself to believe that though.

Her business dun, Sandy stepped to the vanity to clean up and checked herself in the mirror... And to check for stains... No. Her sweater was still good. But she was still going to need to pump soon. Orrr... Sandy smirked.

“That might actually work.” She said to no-one. And if it did work... It could be her way in, with the first girl Sandie had ever thought about getting “in”. The real question though was going to be how to approach her with the idea.

The more Judy thought about Sandy knowing the whole truth, the worse her nerves got, and the more her imagination raced. Finding one disastrous scenario after another, each one worse than the one before. It had been really hard to work up the courage to talk to Ms. Kennedy. But she’d just assumed it was all medical. And Judy had just needed to keep her big mouth shut about it. But this time... This was different Sandy had actually called her an adult-baby to her face. Which was true of course. But... No-one had ever said it that bluntly and to her face before.

What if Sandy decided to start outing her? What if she told Ms. Kennedy? She might loose her job... What if she told dad!?

To hell with coffee. Judy wanted... No. Judy needed her pacifier. It was still to early for vodka, Or something, to settle her nerves.

Judy turned her back to the hallway so her guest wouldn’t see as she came out, and stuck her thumb into her mouth. Maybe she’d offer a... No. If Sandy’s contract with the baby’s patients wasn’t even going to allow her caffeine, there wasn’t going to be any chance in hell she’d be allowed THC. That, and the entire building was supposed to be “smokfree”.

“Dam!” Judy mumbled around her fist.

“Dam what? What’s the matter?”

The voice behind Judy startled her. She jumped, and squealed. Judy’s thumb, socked in spittle, popped from her mouth as she spun.

“Holly and shipping creates! You scared the kitty crap out of me woman.” Judy said as she tried to hide her wet thumb in her fist.

“Sorry.” Sandy replied. “But... Well. You seemed upset when I came back. What’s wrong?”

Judy could feel the heat in her cheeks as she stood there, trying not to look at the blond haired blue eyed guest, and blinking back tears. “Its just that... I’ve... I’ve never talked to anyone about... this, before... It’s sort of scary you know?”

Sandy blinked, as the realisation sank in. This is Judy’s first time out of the closet, she suddenly realised. It’s no wounded she’s scared.

Memories came flooding back, of the day she’d tried to come out to her dad, and explain that she wasn’t interested in guys. That she liked girls... In THAT way.

Sandy Sighed... And steeled herself. Maybe the best way was just to rip off this bandage and get it over... Better to know she hates me and get it over l suppose.

“Girl. I’m thinking it’s a about time for you and I to talk about a few of these elephants in this room.” Sandy finally said, as she took Judy in her arms. “And I’m not talking about T-Rump and his cronies.” Judy giggled at the Trump joke, and sandy could feel it as the tension in the woman’s shoulders eased.

“Okay... For a start, there’s nothing for you to worry about. I’m not laughing, or I making fun of you. I mean, I get it. Coming out for the first time is scary as hell... I remember my first time trying to tell my dad that I’m gay, and how it made me feel when he tried to tell me, he wasn’t having any gay kids.

“Say what?!” Suddenly Judy’s mind was ranched from the near panic it had been in, just moments before.

“Yea. My dad was totally freaked over it. He even tried to talk me into conversion therapy.” Sandy confessed. “But he did eventually get over it. He even told me once, that he’s proud of me for helping others have kids like this.” Sandy patted her belly and smiled. “So in the end it did work out. But it took a while, and we both had to learn to accept each other for who we are, not who we think the other is, or who we’d like each other to be.”

Shut up Sandy. Your preaching. Sandy told herself.

Judy stood dumbfounded for a second. She’d never even considered the possibility... But now Sandy’s reaction to Bobby Anderson’s asking her out back then... It made sense... Sort of.

“Sooo... Your cool with littles?” Judy finally found the nerve to ask.

In reply Sandy smiled. “Just be yourself kid.” She finely said. “I’ve met ABs before. I’m not freaking out about it.”

“Yea... You said you’ve have a client who’s an AB? How do you know they’re AB?”

Sandy’s face started blushing... “The answer to that brings up something else I’d like to ask you about.” She said, as she guided Judy over to the sofa.

“One of my businesses is selling my breastmilk. Mostly to adopting mom’s that are trying to get there own milk to come in... Normally I’m their lactation couch, and sell them a couple pints a day, until their own comes in. But I do have one client that, he’s an AB, and will take any that I can spare.”

“But... This morning, I wasn’t planning to be out of the house that long. I was only going to drop off Spot, and head straight back home... So I was thinking I could just wait until I got back home to pump. But just now, in the bathroom, I realised, I’m starting to leak. So I thought to myself...” Sandy’s face was turning red as she stumbled over the words. “But now I’m here, for the next couple hours... And I don’t have my pump with me.”

Judy sat frozen in place. Was she actually hearing what she was thinking? Judy had dreamed for as long as she could remember of exactly this scenario... Or... Well if she wasn’t reading to much into what her guest was saying.

Sandy pulled the throw blanket from the back of the sofa and laid it across her lap in an obvious invitation. “I’m serious... Hay. Have you ever seen any of those MeTooB videos of what happens if a farmer doesn’t milk a cow often enough? It’s called “mastitis”. The cow’s udder gets all backed up, and plugged up.”

Sandy made several stabs and swipes at her phone, before turning the little screen for Judy to watch. On the tiny monitor was a cow, bawling pitifully, she was trapped by a contraption that had a pair of mettle bars around her neck. A man was doing something with her swollen udder, as the cow continued bawling.

“I’ve had mastitis a couple of times before. It's when your boobs get plugged up with milk. It’s really painful. And you can’t just start pumping again either. It takes about thirty or forty minutes of hot compresses to brake things up and get back to where you can pump... our nurse again.”

On Sandy’s phone Judy could see, the farmer applying towels, or rags, to the cow’s udder.

“So you can see. I’m being serious.” Sandy continued as she held her hand out for her phone back. “It would be a hell of a lot better if I can find someone to help me. And just now in the bathroom I was thinking, you being an adult baby... This might just be something you’d enjoy trying.”

Sandy sat on the sofa, holding out her hand. Offering for Judy to join her.

Judy’s mind raced as she looked at her, this near stranger, that was actually offering... something so intimate... Something Judy had fantasized about for as long as she could remember. And the little in Judy’s head was screaming. “Yes! Yes! Do it! Well never have another chance like this again! And besides, she needs it too!”

Shyly, Judy reached for Sandy’s hand... and allowed herself to be guided into the blond woman’s lap .

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kerry said:

I love creative exclamations.

I understand that you worked and reworked this chapter. It ended up very nice, but it is loaded with misspellings/typos. Here are two in a single sentence:

"this near stranger, that was actually offering... something so intermit... Something Judy had fantasized about for as long as she could remember. And the little in Judy’s head was screening"

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Thank You Kerry.
It actually helps a lot when someone spots those booboos for me.
I don't think most people get just how hard it can be to write something like this when you're dyslexic.
I absolutely rely on auto correct. And when it comes up with nothing. Or worse the wrong something... I'm not exactly the one you want trying tore do it.
Personally. I was. Chuckling more over the political one liners.

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