It's a Ma/d/ Ma/d/ Ma/d/ Ma/d/ world pt.4

Of Note:  This paste is a bit short.  After a few days of running the thread, it was deleted.  Not sure why, but yeah, kinda cut this one off.  That said, I'll be running again in a few days time.  In the mean time, what was accomplished:


	The morning sun filters through the blinds of the window and finally crawls up to your eyes.  You fidget and shift your face away, keeping your eyes closed.  You are woken up a bit more feeling something between your legs.  Your mind snaps back as you remember the diaper currently wrapped around your waste.  You ignore it an roll onto your side.  You ponder the fact that you could discount the nappy when a few days ago you'd be panicking about your situation.  Your shoulders roll subconsciously as you dismiss the thought.  It was too early for such thoughts.  Besides, you were taking a few days off from caring about such things.
	Diapers may not be your thing, but being pampered and loved by your two best friends/now lovers was a lovely way to recover from a car crash.  Like Ms. Garde had advised, you'd decided to go with the flow of things for a while.  After all, if you'd taken everything as seriously as you might have a few days ago, last night might not have even happened.  A pleased grin comes over your face as you remember the three of you entwined in your first times together.  Your toes curl remembering your partners' treatment of you.  You'd felt desired and attractive as Sam made love to you, taking her time as she guided you to bliss. And even as your cheeks tinge at the thought of what you'd done with Crystal, you had to admit that the intimacy of allowing her control and knowing she'd opened up to you about her desires made you feel like finding her and just laying with her for hours.  You never would have thought being on the... submissive side of things would appeal to you, but last night left you no room to argue.  Ahh, to hell with being embarrassed.  These girls made you happy and you were happy to return the favor.
	Despite your romantic thoughts, you can't help but notice the nappy between your legs is not dry.  You give a small sigh.  Time to get a change from your Aunties.  Your mind twitches at having called them that without thinking.  Whether you were getting used to them from habit or not, it was definitely getting easier to think in diapers as much as live in them.  You make a mental note to train yourself out of that when your mental sabbatical was over.  Until then though, you still had a diaper in need of changing.  However, before that, your bladder is feeling a little full.  No sense wasting a diaper you suppose, and do your best to relax.  With less time that before, you feel the lukewarm diaper heat up and your privates get damp.  The already used diaper doesn't adsorb quite as quickly as before and the urine trickles over your backside, warming your cheeks.  Part of you worries you will leak, but the monster between your legs is made of thicker stuff and only expands a bit more before you finish.  The bigger diapers definitely make you feel safer, you decide.
	Finished, you yawn and finally open your eyes as you kick your sheets off.  You are greeted by Sam's lovely eyes looking back at you.  However, the eyes don't look very pleased at the moment.  The redhead is sitting up in bed and fidgeting as she sits, clearly uncomfortable.  The pacifier is still held in her mouth by the strap and she is sucking on the thing as she shifts.  You don't think she knows she is doing so.
	“Sam?” you ask, “Are you okay?”  She looks at you and blushes before shaking her head.  It doesn't take long for you to put together why.  Sam has to go.  You remember the diaper placed on her by Crystal last night and realize it must still be secured to the redhead's bottom.
	Despite yourself, a ghost of a smirk shows on your face, “Oh, do you need a change?  Because I can call Cryssie-” Sam scowls and shakes her head, the pacifier halting as she grits her teeth on it.
	“Then what do you want?” you ask in a patronizing tone, sitting up to get a better look at your diapered lover.  You have to be careful not to roll backwards on your extra padded nappy.
	Sam grunts in frustration and casts a hurried look to the doorway.  You hear the sounds of someone moving in the kitchen.  She looks back to you and reaches up to the paci.
	She carefully pulls the strap back enough to remove the nook and whispers, “I need your help.  Please, go get Cryssie and ask her to get me out of this thing. I gotta wiz like a race horse!”  You ponder this.  You could help her. The punishment was supposed to only last the night, and you could certainly sympathize with the young woman.  But then again, she had been teasing you for the past few days about the very thing she wanted you to free her from.  You feel the distinct urge to see how she would feel sitting in a wet diaper, needing a change.  Besides, it might be kind of cute to see the redhead helpless and wearing a sagging diaper.  Still, could you do that to her?

Could you?
A.) Help Sam get the diaper off
B.) Help Sam (use her diaper)
C.) Tattle on Sam for breaking the rules (a little bratty, isn't it?)
D.) Help Sam by getting Crystal
E.) Suggestions (about anything)

B.)
	Yes, yes you could.  But you'd need to be careful.  Your ego could admit that Sam had always been stronger and dominated you in size, but technique had never been her strong point, nor subtlety.  Fighting to keep a smile off your face, you inch towards your lover and try to sound soothing.
	“Now Sam,” you whisper as you schooch next to her, “Relax.  I'm sure Crystal will be back soon.”
	The redhead relaxes a fraction, failing to notice your arm curling around her, “Thanks Nonny.  You make these things look cute, but I can't really pull them off... Literally.  So if you could just get Cryssie-”
	“And she can get that rotten old diaper off,” you finish for her, “And then you  can go to the bathroom and let off aaalll of that pressure.”
	“Y-yeah,” Sam agrees, trying to close her legs, and failing, “So please just go!”
	“I could do that,” you agree, your other arm inching towards your girlfriend, “Or you could just, you know, let go.”  The little devil on your shoulder is performing the most adorable dance right now.
	“W-what?” Sam sputters, “Nonny, I couldn't-”
	“Yes you could,” you correct her, “It's actually pretty easy, trust me.  I would know.”  You begin to grin, tightening your arm around Sam to cut off her escape.  She realizes where this is going and pulls her hands down to try and stop you.  The pacifier snaps back into her mouth.
	“Holb on Nommy,” she mumbles through the nook, “Mets mot bo amything-”
	“What Sam?” you give your best innocent eyes, “I'm just helping you relax.  Just like my Auntie taught me.”  The young woman's eyes widen, but it's too late.  You fingers curl into claws and you dig into your lover's soft flesh.  Without mercy, you begin to tickle Sam with everything you've got.  The redhead yelps and starts to push you away, but you already have your arm locked around her waste.  You lower your head and stand your ground, laying into your opponent’s weak points.  Her stomach, her thighs, her armpit, you find her most ticklish zones and refuse to ease up.  As she tries to buck you off, you ride her like a bronco, doing your best to get your weight onto her.  All of a sudden, she stops fighting, and you roll on top of her by reflex.  You brace for her counter attack, but it doesn't come.  You look down and see the redhead shrinking into the bed, her tan face a bright crimson.  Then you hear the feint, tell-tale sound of running water.  Your eyes travel down her body to see her diaper, uncovered by the combat, getting darker and slowly expanding.  You here a sniffle and look back up to see Sam with glassy eyes.
	“Dat,” she snuffles, “Dat was mean Nommy.”  The slurred language only makes her look more the part of the embarrassed toddler.  She lowers her head, but keeps an accusing eye on you.
	Feeling somewhat guilty now, you try to argue, “W-well, you kept making fun of me.  You, you made me- uh.”  Now your face is getting red.  Sam looks to be on the edge of tears as you both finally hear the sound of her wetting her nappy cease.  The thin diaper looks full to bursting.  The redhead shove you off of her and you roll to the other side of the bed.  She then grabs her knees and curls up, glaring at you as she tries to compose herself.
	“Now come on Sam,” you try to calm her down, not used to seeing the young woman so vulnerable.  This wasn't like her, “You joke with me all the time.”
	“Bu,” she forces past the paci, “Bu you wook cue when I teathe you.  I wook wike an, wike an ibiot.”
	“Uh,” you sputter, “No you don't?”  Her eyes tell you how well that works.
	“No I mean it,” you try again, reaching to rub her shoulder, “You- you look cute too.”
	The redhead rolls her eyes, “Cwystal is cue.  I'm neber cue.  Juss sexthy.  I can be sexthy, bu no cue.”  Oddly, her own words disprove her as her childish speech impediment really is starting to win you over.  Despite a lifetime as a tomboy, she does strike you as kind of adorable right now.  You try something else, laying down in front of her to look at her eye to eye.
	“You looked really cute last night,” you point out.  Sam fidgets and smothers a smile.
	An opening! You hurry in, “Relax more Sam, and you can be cute when you want to.”  You lean forward and steal a kiss, “But you're right.  You're really sexy too.”  Sam can't keep the goofy grin off of her face at your praise.
	“Aww, Nommy,” she playfully shoves your chest and you roll back, reminded of her strength.
	“Ohh, you two are adorable!” the both of you turn to see Crystal standing at the door, her arms crossed, “So, want to explain why I came back to find you two fighting?”
	“Nommy stawted it!” Sam bolts up, throwing you a shit eating grin as she tosses you under the bus.
	“Did not!” you throw back, not certain why you are engaging in the argument in the first place.  Crystal wasn't exactly an authority figure.  But you still feel a little childish jolt of glee at playing the blame game with your significant other.  Crystal's smile tells you she's in on the joke.
	“You tickled me!”
	“You tickled me yesterday!”
	“Tha doesen cown!  And you're a dooby head!”
	“...A dooty head?  Really?” There went the moment.
	“A dooty head Samantha?” Crystal echoes you.
	Sam shrugs and gives a cocky grin through her pacifier, “I gob ober words, but you'd spank me.”  You and Crystal both crack up and Sam puffs her chest out proudly at getting the better of the two of you.
	“So,” the blonde begins, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, “I think both of you need a change.  And considering how you both are being brats at the moment, I think Sam can be changed by Anonymous this time.”  You and Sam straiten at this.
	“Really Crystal?” you ask, “Are you sure?  I've never changed a diaper before.”
	“No time like the present,” she replies.
	Sam pops up and starts towards the changing table, “Whelp, my diaper's not getting any dryer Nonny and neither's yours.”  You watch her walk, the full diaper sagging around the girl's tight bum.  Damn, her rear made a diaper look good.  You notice out of the corner of your eye as Crystal's gaze seems to linger briefly as well.  Sam hops onto the table and lays on her back, folding her arms behind her head.  You realize she's waiting on you and you awkwardly climb to your feet.  The full diaper tries to pull you back onto your rear, but you manage to barely stay on your feet.
	You waddle carefully over and Crystal gives a soft chuckle as you fight to stay up, “Better hurry, you need a change a lot more than she does.”  You blush, but keep going.  You find wipes and reach to open Sam's diaper.  The redhead seems intent on keeping up the game and squirms as you try to hold her down.  You decide to return the favor and gently swat her bottom.
	“Be good,” you chide her.  Sam just gives an angelic smile.  You pop the tapes and pull the diaper back.  Her nappy is still warm as you grip it, and you're careful not to react.  You've no more desire to embarrass the girl.  Sam curl's her arms up and tries to play up the bashful girl act, but you notice that she is still keeping a close eye on your reaction. You realize she is offering you a lot of trust at the moment, letting herself not be the tough-gal for once.  It feels... nice, having the girl trust you.  You grab a wipe and begin to clean her.  She flinches at the cold, but you shush her, gently dragging the wipe over her waist.  You keep her eyes staring into yours as you clean her, pulling the messy diaper from beneath her bottom.  Even after she is clean, you keep wiping her.  You feel Sam's sex heating up beneath your hand as you clean her folds. The young woman's arms relax and you eventually drop the wipe to begin to gently run your fingers over her.  Sam begins to become wet in a different way as your thumb finds her weak spot.  The redhead gasps softly as you fingers slowly enter her.  Your other hand reaches up and you run your fingers through her hair.  Sam's breath quickens along with your ministrations.  You lean in, feeling your lover's hot breath on your lips as she comes closer to the edge.
	“See?” you whisper, “I told you you could be cute.”  You close the distance and lock your lips with hers.  Sam's back straitens as she reaches a slow, rolling climax.  Her tongue curls around yours and the two of you stay in that position until her orgasm reaches a lovely, gentle end.
	You pull back and Sam looks back up at you like you were her whole world.  You have to admit, with Sam laying there, looking up at you to guide what happens next, you could maybe see what the girls saw in this position.
	Long, thin limbs curl over your shoulders as Crystal envelopes you from behind.  She sighs into your ear, “Well, that was delightfully sensual you two, but we seem to be at a crossroads.”
	“What?” the two of you mutter in unison.
	“Wellll,” Crystal continues, “Sam isn't wearing a diaper right now.  So, you could put a new one on her, and you and I would keep her there the whole day.  Ooorrrrr maybe she wants to be the auntie now?  Maybe she wants to remind you who wears the diapers around here.”  You feel Crystal's arms tighten around you and you realize she's happy to play enforcer to whatever decision is made.  You look down at Sam and you both know you'll be having no say in the decision.

So what does Sam want?
A.) Stay in a diaper
B.) Back to being the Auntie (or maybe more)
C.) Give you a little payback (With Crystal's help?)
D.) Ideas from the peanut gallery

C.)
	Sam gives you a feint smile, “Well Nonny, I can kinda see why you like these things so much now.”  You nod and reach for a new diaper before Sam's hand catches your wrist.
	Her smile pulls back to show the tips of her canines, “But I much prefer being the one in charge. And going by this morning, you're pretty good at being the brat.”  You give a nervous chuckle and try to take a step back, but Crystal doesn't move.  Sam sits up and hops off the changing table.
	“C'mere Nonny,” Sam curls her finger at you, “If you are going to be a little kid, you're getting treated like one.”
	“Heheh,” you try to laugh the matter off, “It's cool Sam, we both had some fun right?”
	Sam shakes her head, “Normally I'd agree, but I'm not just your best bud anymore little guy.  I got responsibilities.  I got rules.  I gotta be a good Auntie don't I?”
	“Aside from her grammar, I feel I must agree,” Crystal notes as she gently pushes you forward, a mischievous grin at the corners of her mouth.  Sam plops down onto the edge of the bed and pats her lap expectantly.  You make to sit down, but she just shakes her head again.
	She points down at her lap with a chesire grin and two words, “Bend over.”
	No way.  You try to spin out of Crystal's arms, but the diaper slows you and the blonde gets a grip on you again, lifting you barely off of the ground.
	“Now Anonymous,” Crystal scolds you as she turns you back to Sam, “You were all for Sam's punishment last night, weren't you?  It wouldn't be fair to her if you just walked away after being so unkind.”
	“Come on Cryssie,” you beg, “You two can't be serious!”
	“Oh but we are,” the blonde holding you corrects, “If you trust us to take care of you, we have to do so in more ways than one.”
	“This is stupid,” you sputter, powerless as Crystal simply holds you in the air.
	“Nonny,” Sam rolls her eyes, “It'll be over faster if you don't fight it.”  You disagree and try to your best to get away, your diaper swinging on your waste as you kick.  Despite your best efforts, however, you are man-handled over Sam's lap.  You feel cool air across you cheeks as Crystal pulls your diaper down slightly and freeze when your other lover's warm hand rests on you backside.  You risk a glance backwards at Sam.  The redhead gives you a patient sigh.
	“You know I won't really hurt you, right Nonny?”  You have trouble meeting her eyes, and roll your shoulder.
	“And you know you were being pretty bratty before, right?”  You can't help but give a feint nod.
	“And I was mean to you too,” Sam admits as she gently rubs your bottom, “I don't mean to, but I tease you too much some times.  I just think your the cutest thing when you blush is all.”
	“You are rather adorable,” Crystal admits from behind you.
	“So here’s the deal,” The redhead continues, “I'll stop teasing if you ask me to in the future, 'kay?  And you, I dunno, don't make me piss myself.  Fair?”
	You shift awkwardly in Sam's lap and mumble, “Yeah, okay.”
	“Cool!” Sam barks and slaps you right on the rear.  You yelp at the treatment and glare up at her.
	“Sorry Nonny,” Sam grins, “Rules are rules!” The hand comes down again an leaves a stinging spank to mark its passing.  She continues and begins to punctuate her words with your punishment.
	“Now” *Smack* “Don't you ever” *Smack* “Make your Auntie” *Smack* “Wet her diapie” *Smack* “Again” *Smack*.  The spanking stings, but more to your pride than your bottom. You know from experience how hard Sam can hit, and this is much more bark than bite.  You find yourself playing along as you yelp at each strike.
	“Am I understood?” *Smack*
	“Yes Sam! I get it!”
	*Smack* “What do you say?”
	“I'm sorry!”
	*Smack* “'I'm sorry' what?” she echoes you.
	You stumble over what she wants from you as the hand comes down again, but give your best guess, “I'm sorry Auntie Samantha!”  Sam's arm finally halts before resting her hand on your sore bum.
	“That's a good boy,” she nearly sings, “See, not so bad.  I think you still need that change though.”  You sniffle at her and cross your arms.  Despite yourself, you feel the urge to pout.
	Sam notices this and gently nudges you, “C'mon little guy, you'll feel better with some lotion on your hiney.”  As you continue to be uncooperative, the redhead lifts you out of her lap and plops you on the bed with your legs hanging off of the edge.  You may be playing along somewhat, but your bottom still aches and your pride is far from intact.  You keep your arms crossed and give a huff as you lift your bottom slightly to keep the pressure off.
	“Oh, I think we have a grumpy baby here Cryssie,” Sam chuckles as she collects the changing material.
	“Yes, he seems very upset,” Crystal agrees, her voice more breathy than before.  You notice her eyes locked on you.  Two peaks on her nightgown tell you she took something else from your punishment.  You don't think she realizes her hand is hovering near her sex.
	Finally ready, Sam pulls back the tapes on your diaper and the overfull nappy nearly falls off of you.
	“Damn Nonny,” the redhead snorts, “Got to your little bottom just in time.  Don't want my cutie leaking, do we?”  Your cheeks color at the gentle teasing and you try to ignore her.  Sam takes the diaper away and you flinch at the cold wipe.  Your stinging bottom lifts subconsciously away from the attention, but Sam's hand other hand gently holds you in place.  Slowly, you begin to feel better as her soft treatment relaxes you and the uncomfortable wetness begins to dissipate.
	“This should help that red behind,” Sam notes as you feel lotion being lovingly spread over your sore cheeks.  The pain finally begins to subside as your lover takes her time rubbing the lilac relief into your skin.  Her dextrous fingers feel divine and soon you feel other parts of you agree.
	“Look at this Cryssie,” the young punk's fingertips play along your shaft, “We've got a naughty one here.”  You give a small gasp as Sam briefly wraps her fingers around the head before letting go.  You feel her hot breath on your manhood.
	“N-now Samantha,” Crystal breathes, “That's just what little ones do.  We should help him.”
	“It is what good Aunties do,” Sam agrees, and you feel the first long lick of Sam's tongue.  The hot warmth immediately draws a moan from you and you reach down on instinct.  Your arms are stopped by Crystal as she holds them to your side.
	She shakes her head and gives you a chiding smile, “Ah ah, your Aunties are taking care of this.”  She then climbs onto the bed and straddles a leg over you chest, her delightfully curvy bottom now in front of your face.
	“Now be a good boy,” she leans forwards, exposing her slit to you, “and lick.”  The last two words are more forceful, clearly leaving no room for discussion.  It is undercut however when she bites her lip and adds, “Uh, please?”  You love your adorkable little dommie.  Before she can get more self-conscious, you lean forwards and dip your tongue into her folds.  You've never done this, but you figure the best method is to explore. You run your tongue over each part of your lover's sex and listen.  You catalog each moan she lets out and map it to her womanhood.  You keep your exploration varied and even when finding a weak point, you only focus a short time before slithering your tongue to a new point of experimentation.
	“Oh Anonymous, that is, that is just love- ahh!” Crystal moans her approval and you get a reward as Sam's mouth engulfs the head of your manhood.  The feeling is brief before it lifts off of you again and your shaft is quickly stroked.  Your own moans only add to your partner's pleasure and you plant your lips on hers to help her feel more.  With the blonde's delightfully full bottom currently sitting on your face, you're not prepared when a second tongue joins Sam's on your manhood.  The two of them move around your shaft and seem as keen to explore as you are.  The three of you compete to find each other's weak points and take your delicious time.  The sounds of moans and wet licks fill the air as you each come closer.  You get a wicked idea and worm one of you hands free.  You take a brief moment to suck on your index finger before gently prodding Crystal's rosebud.  The whole girl goes rigid at that and you take that as a cue to run your tongue over a weak point.
	One of your lovers leaves your manhood to moan,  “Oh Anonymous, that is a veeeery naughty thing for a little one to do. Don't stop.”  You don't and gently probe deeper, taking care to listen for what works and doesn't.  You time your oral attentions with your digit's teasing and revel in Crystal's reactions.  Her breathe picks up and she starts to jump with each fresh penetration.  The blonde, not one to be outdone, closes your lips around the tip of your member and begins to slowly make her way down.  Each thrust downward onto you is a little deeper, her tongue dancing over your shaft as she works.  You feel it as Sam refuses to be left out and begins to play with your balls, taking one into her mouth before switching to play with the other.  Her fingers find your own weak point and gently begin to penetrate you, working you closer to a finish.
	You wrap your lips around Crystal's most sensitive point and stay there, feeling her tense as she finally reaches her tipping point.  As she climaxes, she forces herself down until her breath tickles your thighs.  You can take no more and you see stars as you erupt into her throat.  You feel your lover's juices running down your face and quickly lick them up, doing your best to not let a drop get by.  The flavor may be an acquired taste, but you craved more of her.  The two of you slowly come down as she gently releases you from your mouth.  Somehow, you know none of your orgasm escaped her lips.  Enjoying the afterglow, the three of you lick each other clean.  Eventually, you feel a wipe being used to remove the last evidence of your tryst.  You give a drugged grin and begin your exploration again, at a much more sedate pace.
	“Mmm,” Crystal gently applies lotion to your shaft as you hear a diaper being opened, “We have such a dedicated lover Samantha.”  You entwine your lips with hers and run your thumb over her weak point as you feel the nappy slipped under you bottom.  The juices begin to flow again as you feel and smell the powder being applied and you're careful to not let a bit get past you.
	“Told you he had a magic tongue,” Sam snickers as you feel your manhood being lovingly tucked into the nappy as it is closed.  You can feel the extra thickness of the thing pressing against your still sensitive member.  You pick up your pace as you feel the tapes being closed.
	“You are not wrong darling,” you hear Crystal agree followed by a muffled word of surprise by Sam.  You realize the blonde is kissing her best friend as you bring her to a warm, gentle climax.  Crystal sensually grinds herself against your lips until she is finished and finally rolls off of you.
	Sam crosses her arms and cocks an eyebrow at the both of you, “And you say I can't change a diaper.”  You both give a soft laugh as Sam helps you up.  The moment is brought to a close as the song 'Here Comes the Sun' begins to play in the background.
	“Oh, that's mine!” Crystal hurries from the room to answer her phone.  You and Sam dress as she talks in the other room.  You end up falling over as you struggle to get your new pants over your diaper and Sam chuckles before helping you slide them on.
	Crystal eventually returns in a huff, tossing her phone onto the bed, “Well that was my job.  Misty is sick today and I have to cover her shift.”
	“Cryssie,” Sam argues, “I have to go in to the brewery today.”
	The blonde shrugs, “The hospital's short on nurses as it is.  We need someone to watch him.”
	You roll your eyes, “I think I can survive here ladies.”
	“Not if you want a change, you can't,” the redhead corrects you.  Your cheeks tinge at that.
	“Well, I suppose we could take him with us?  Maybe we could get a babysitter?” Crystal spitballs.
	“On short notice?  Who do we even know?” Sam replies.
	“Well, there is one person...”

	What's the call?
	A.) You go with one of the girls
	B.) Leave you with Mom
	C.) Call Penny (and by extension, perhaps miss garde)
	D.) They recall a babysitter that seems oddly perfect for the job (Djinn Sitting Service)

	D.)
	“Who?” Sam asks, “Penny?  She seemed nice I guess.”
	“No,” Crystal shakes her head, “I can't seem to find her number.  But I did notice this sign for a babysitter on the complex post board a few days ago.  She listed recommendations and I checked them out.  Ms. Daniels down the hall swears by her for her triplets.”  That wasn't the same thing!
	“That's not exactly the same thing Cryssie,” Sam reads your mind.
	The blonde throws up her hands, “Her sign said 'All Ages'.  We can at least check.  Who else can we get on such short notice?”
	“I guess,” Sam shrugs, “It's only for a shift.  Gimmie her number.  I'll call and check her out.”
	You're flummoxed.  Yesterday, the two of them barely trusted Penny, and now they were leaving you with a stranger?  This didn't make sense.  You knew your mother was working today, but there had to be SOMEBODY, didn't there?
	Before you can argue, Crystal leaves the room to change and Sam calls the number from the blonde's phone.  You're certain Sam won't cotton to someone else taking care of you.  Crystal could be a bit trusting at times, but the redhead had been on that saleswoman like a pit-bull yesterday.  But to your shock, while Sam leads into the call aggressive, she's quickly nodding and even smiling.
	“Really?” the young punk asks, “You're certified for CPR too?  Dang.  You bring your own supplies?  How far are you?  That fast?  Well, shoot, I guess you're the gal for the job.  Head on over.”  	Sam hangs up and chirps, “Whelp, I got you a sitter Nonny.  Be good and don't do anything I wouldn't.”  She then turns and exits the room, seemingly oblivious to your shocked expression.  A few minutes later and Crystal has thrown on her work uniform.  Sam is in her usual work attire and the two preparing to leave, still brushing off any of your objections.
	You're about to launch into a new laundry list of complaints when there is a quick knock at the door.
	“That must be her,” Crystal announces as she goes for the door, a bit out of breath from her hurry.  The door swings open and it all suddenly makes a frustrating amount of sense.  Harvey beams at the blonde from the other side of the threshold.
	“Hello Ms. Tome,” the Djinn holds out her hand and Crystal takes it, “I understand there's a little one in need of a babysitter.”  Your blood boils as the blonde returns a pleasant handshake to the young woman currently in front of her.  You knew the trickster for what she was, but all your girlfriends saw was a dark skinned woman, of petite figure that was for some reason wearing a cheerleader uniform.  A small backpack shaped like a teddy bear hung over her shoulder, and her hair was in pig tails.
	“Well, I think he's a midget,” Sam announces as she steps forward, “But he's still probably a bit bigger than you're used to.”
	“Oh don't worry.  I've taken courses on what to expect,” Harvey keeps up her friendly demeanor, “Why, I feel like I already know him.”  Cute.  Sickly cute.  You want to call her out, but stop yourself.  Would the girls really believe you?  Harvey would have to actually show herself and letting them think you were crazy was exactly the kind of thing she would do.  The woman had you by the balls, or in this case nappy, and you could tell when she locked eyes with you that she knew it.
	“Hi there,” she beams at you, “My name is Harmony.  I'll be taking care of you while your mommies are out today.”  You see Crystals cheeks tinge when Harvey calls her that, but you have bigger worries.  You just scowl back at the Djinn.
	“Anonymous, be nice,” Crystal chides you, “He's a bit shy.  He's just going back you understand.”
	“And he's been a brat this morning,” Sam adds as she ruffles your hair.
	“Oh I understand,” Harvey says, her voice saccharine, “They can be very fussy while getting used to a new lifestyle, can't they?”  She reaches forward and actually pats you on the head.  You want to smack her hand away, but you suddenly can't move your arm.  You can guess why.
	“Well, I have a list of allergies, emergency numbers, and favorite foods on the fridge,” Crystal announces, “Anything comes up, I included my number.  Call Samantha if you can't reach me.”
	The blonde turns and steals a kiss from your lips, “Be safe and be good for your babysitter.  You call me too okay?”  You nod and let her go, deciding to pick your battles.
	“Be good munchkin,” Sam embraces you and quickly squeezes your padded bottom, “and I'll make it worth your while when I come back.”
	The redhead makes her way past Harvey and calls back, “He likes the big diapers.  Thicker and  cuter the better!”  You exchange a goodbye flipping of the bird with the punk and she's gone as well.  The door closes behind her and you're left alone in the room with an Arabian trickster spirit.
	“Soooo,” Harvey slowly rolls her eyes to look at you, “I'm thinking we're gonna have so much fun today.”
	You cross your arms and try to stare her down, “So you're why neither of them would listen to me.”
	The Djinn rolls her shoulders, “A little suggestion there, a charm there. It's not like I brainwashed them. What's a little prank between friends?”  She bats her eyelashes at you.
	You plant your feet, “Don't mess with their brains Harvey.”  The woman freezes at your tone and for a moment, you think she might be taking you seriously for once.
	But then she bursts into laughter and rises off the ground to float over you, “You know mortal, even without the diaper, I find you adorable.  Do you know that?”
	She glides closer and reaches out to pinch your cheek, “Look at your widdle determined face.  I just want to put you in a onsie and cuddle you like a big teddy bear.”
	You maintain your scowl and she adds, “I've no reason to hurt any of you Anonymous, you have my word.  I just like playing games.  Games aren't fun if the wrong people get hurt.  That's my motto.  I haven't even spoken to my cousin since he granted that wish about Archduke Ferdinand.”  The spirit circles around you and you finally start to untense.  She really never had hurt the girls, or you for that matter.  Annoyed, hell yes, but genuinely hurt?  You couldn't think of an argument there.
	“So what's with the getup?” you ask, trying to break the ice.
	“Oh this thing?” Harvey motions to the cheer uniform, “I thought I'd get in character.  I'm about to go to college and need to raise the money mister.”
	“By babysitting?” you ask, starting to slowly spin to keep her in front of you, “Do you know how much college is these days?”
	Harvey raises her hand to her lips in mock surprise, “Oh no!  You're right!”  She spins in the air until she's completely upside-down and facing you.  Her pig-tales float and bounce, but her skirt happily follows the laws of gravity.
	“Say mister?” she adds as you notice her clean shave, “You know a way a girl can make a lot of money real fast?”
	“Don't do that!” you sputter and turn away from the spirit, blushing crimson.  The Djinn cackles behind you.
	“Come now mortal,” she snickers, “It's a bit of harmless fun.  Besides, what would the harm be?  I can be very convincing you know.”
	You cross your arms and snort, “Not for all of Ali-Baba's gold.  I have my perfect girls.”
	The djinn’s arms slither around your shoulder and her voice takes a sweetly hoarse tone, “Nothing little human?  Nothing could tempt you?”
	“Nope,” you smirk, “Even you have limits Harv.”
	The djinn’s smile pulls back too far to be human once again, “I'm not sure you know who you're dealing with child.  I can't give you your wildest dreams. I AM your wildest dreams!”  Her voice raises at the last words and light flashes before your eyes before you find yourself laying in a hospital bed.  Machines beep in the background as the Djinn stands over you, practically sewn into her nurse's uniform.
	She leans in and hugs you to her new-found and staggering bust, “I think the patient needs some gentle healing. Don't you?”  Her skin is warm and yielding as your cheeks are buried in her cleavage and your body begins to heat up to match.
	However, you mumble “Stop!” through her breasts.
	She drops you back to your pillow and gives a huff, “Fine, perhaps your tastes are more risque.”  She grabs a pillow and shoves it into your face.  You yelp and push it off only to find yourself now in the middle of a classroom, sitting on a desk.  You're wearing a tie and a nice shirt, but nothing else.  Harvey kneels between your knees, wearing a catholic school skirt and holding your manhood just above her lips.
	“Think I can get that grade now Mr. Doe?”  Her breath tickles the head of your member and you force yourself to sigh dismissively.
	“You're a little young for me,” you scold her.
	The Djinn drops your manhood and crosses her arms, “Pu-lease.  I keep my fantasies legal.  I'm clearly of age.”
	“Still no.”
	“Fine!” the woman hops up and snatches a text book, “Maybe I shouldn't ask so nicely.”  She lashes out and smacks you across the face with 'Science 4'.
	Your vision clears, and you feel cold iron against your chest.  You look down and see your naked body pressed against prison bars.  The weight holding you down comes in the form of a curvy body pressed against your backside.
	An authoritative voice hisses in your ear, “Time for a cavity check inmate.”  You feel fingers slide between your cheeks and gently slip past for rectum.  Your already hard member jumps at the feeling.
	“I can make this easy,” she licks your earlobe and adds a second finger to your bottom's approval, “Or I can make this hard.”  The fingers are removed and you feel something much thicker knocking at your back door.  You hope it's a toy, but it's awfully warm and soft for plastic.  Your body doesn't seem to mind as you feel yourself become harder and have to fight to not lean back onto it.
	“Make a choice inmate,” the words are punctuated by teeth on your ear.
	You bite your cheek and force out, “Crystal's is better.”
	A hand grips your hair and pulls your head back, “Very well, I'll bet neither of them can do this for you!”  Your head goes forward towards the bars, and you close your eyes.  When nothing happens you open them again and see the ceiling of your bedroom.  It's quiet for a moment, and you let out the breath you were holding.  Your breasts fall as you do so.  Wait.
	You snap up and look down.  Your c-cup chest meets your eyes.  Without thinking, you reach up to feel them and immediately let out a high-pitched moan.  This body was a lot more sensitive.
	An arm curls over your stomach and the Djinn is next to you, curling up to spoon you, naked as you realize you are, “Aren't they lovely?  Of course, all of you is lovely now.”
	Her fingertips dance up your side to softly pinch your nipple.  That small action sets your body alight and you arch your back at a pleasure you've never felt before.
	“So many of my masters wish for this,” Harvey explains between kisses on your neck, “And I can't blame them.  Who doesn't wonder what the other half feels?”  Her hand reaches down and you gasp as she cups your new-found sex.
	“I promise,” her voice drips into your ear as she teases at your entrance, “I promise you it is everything you think it is and more.  Ask me to teach you mortal.  I could show you sooo much.”
	Your girlish voice catches in your throat, but you manage, “I-I'd rather learn from Sam.”
	The djinn’s hand withdraws, much to your body's dismay, and she clucks her tongue, “You are such a girl.”  The sheets of are drawn over your face and you loose sense of up and down.  When you come to your senses, a shock wave of pleasure slams into you.  You look down to see Harvey looking up at you.  You can feel that both of are naked, and boy are you male again.  The two of you are on a bed the kind soft clouds are made from.  Perhaps this one is.  Your bodies are pressed together and you can feel every flawless inch of her skin.  The woman's skin is clear of all freckles and beauty marks and is smooth to rival marble.  Her face is sharper now, with no fat or wrinkle.  The spirit's eyes shine like opals as she looks up at you.
	She is fae-beauty incarnate as her voice, a force, an idea as much as a sound echoes in your mind, “No more pick up lines, no more games.  Know this little 'pure hearted' thing.  Say the word and we will make love to put to shame poetry.  For a hundred nights we will not grow tired, we will not know any hunger but for each other, and we shall never experience the same pleasure twice.  And when we are done, sated of body and spirit, no time will have passed.  There will be no consequences.  No one will know.”  You know her words are true.  You feel that she's right.  And your own body sings at her mere touch.  And yet, you force your eyes shut, even as your own mind rebels at looking away.
	“I would know,” your feeble last words ring out.  You feel the goddess beneath you go rigid and silent for a fraction of a moment.  And then you are falling.  Before you can panic you collide with the floor.  You open your eyes and are back in the apartment, fully clothed.
	Harvey stands over you, silks, beauty marks and all, a churlish grin on her face, “I'll be damned mortal.  I chose you well.”
	You suck in air and gasp, “That- that-”
	“That was my best shot,” she finishes, “You got stones kid.”
	She takes a knee next to you, “I think you earned a little break.  How about a truce? You don't put up a fight, I don't give you any funny business.  On my true name.  How 'bout it?”  All you want to do now is rest, so you only nod.
	“That's my lesser being!” she chirps happily and snaps her fingers.  Her teddy bear backpack appears next to her, floating as if telling gravity to screw off.  With another snap of her fingers, your clothes are gone save your diaper.
	“Hey!” you sputter.
	“Relax,” she waves you off, pulling a large garment from the bag, “I'm just getting you comfortable.”  She grabs the cloth and straitens out what appears to be an oversized baby onsie. The spirit places herself between your knees and grabs your legs.  You oddly don't fight her as she works you into the garment, even holding out your arms so she can pull it over your head.  You roll over when asked and she closes the snaps on the back.
	“There,” she announces, “Is baby all comfy?”  Weirdly, you are.  The garment is warm, soft, and a perfect fit.  You don't give her the satisfaction of saying so, but her smirk tells you she knows.
	“Great, what do you say to some cartoons on the couch?” she helps you up and you join her on the sofa.  She turns on the TV and quickly finds reruns of a cartoon from your youth.  You smile at the dancing colors, nostalgia warming your chest.  You risk a glance at the Djinn, but Harvey only watches with you. No tricks.  She was true to her word.  You continue to watch for a time until you have to stifle a yawn.
	“Catch a nap,” the Djinn says, not looking away from the TV, “I won't take offense.  Lay down.”  She pats her lap.  You give her a sideways look until she snaps her fingers again and you are floated onto your side and deposited on the sofa, your head laying in her lap.  You decide not to fight it and stretch out, letting your eyelids droop.  You are almost asleep when you hear a soft alarm coming from a watch you hadn't noticed on her wrist.
	“Oop, lunchtime,” Harvey announces.
	You make to get up, but her hand gently pushes you back down, “I got this kiddo.”  From nowhere she produces an actual bottle, rubber tip and all and offers it to you.
	You raise an eyebrow, “It's milk human.  It's just warm.  Perfect temp too.  Just drink it.”  You give the thing another look and miss it as her freehand tickles your chin.  You give a small laugh and the bottle is slipped into your mouth.  A few drops slip onto your tongue and you have to agree. It's the perfect temperature.  You purse your lips and begin to suck the lovely cream into your mouth.  Harvey holds the nook in your mouth and you continue to drink, the only sounds being the TV and your efforts with the bottle.
	Carefully, Harvey runs her fingertips through your hair, finally speaking, “You love those two that much, don't you?”  You can only nod and feel a bit of milk run down your chin.
	Harvey looks forward and adds, “Hmm. Good.  They're good people.  You deserve each other.”
	You manage to pull away from the bottle and get out, “Harvey, what is this?”
	The Djinn shrugs, “It's intimacy human.  You mortals chase sex all over creation, but intimacy is a lot more rare.  I just want a head in my lap every now and then.  Or mine in someone else's.  But of all my masters, none have wished for that.”  You ponder the words and try to think of what to say.
	You settle on snuggling up a little closer and getting her to look you in the eye, “Fair enough. Friends?”
	Harvey gives you a soft smile and you could swear her eyes were a little glassy before she shoved the bottle back in your mouth, “Finish your baba you little brat.”  You do just that, savoring the moment as much as the milk.  Your eyes grow heavy again and you finally doze off to pleasant dreams.  You're not sure how long it's been when a knock at the front door wakes you.
	You blearily look around, but Harvey softly says, “I'll get it.”
	Who's at the door?
	A.) Crystal
	B.) Samantha
	C.) Miss Garde
	D.) Crowd suggestion

	You're happy to let her do so, and enjoy the feeling of being between sleep and wakefulness.  You grip your bottle and slosh it around.  It looks like you didn't even finish it before nodding off.  Somehow, it's still as warm as when you first tasted it.  You casually take a suck on the nook, enjoying the flavor a lot more than you thought you would.  You hear Harvey pad toward the door and answer the knock.
	Your pleasant moment is interrupted however when the Djinn cracks open the door and shouts, “Oh shi-!”  You throw yourself forward and onto your feet as what sounds like a firework goes off at the door.  You turn to see a jet of sparks streaming into the door and onto your Harvey.  As if alive, they dance over her form, creating orbits of light that circle her.  The spirit staggers backwards, swatting at the points of light.  More sparks of differing shades pop into existence whenever she touches the rings and she hisses at them like a scalded cat.  As she steps back, the source of the sparks follows and Penny Stockings steps into the room holding what looks to be half of a femur, the sparks flow from the end point of the bone and Penny keeps the stream pointed at the Djinn, growling, actually growling, the entire time.  To add to the madness, her lips are pulled back in a snarl, revealing long canines, and what look like furry dog ears where her normal ones should be are turned back and pressed against her head.
	Following behind her stands the towering figure of Miss Garde, speaking with a low and authoritative voice words you'd never heard before.  In one hand is a small black book, held open as she reads and the other is held out, palm open.  A bracelet loaded down with trinkets and charms, some you recognize from her desk, rattles on her wrist as she intones.
	What the hell?  Seriously, what the possibly, actual hell?  While most sensible people might run screaming from the room, all you can think is that Harvey is clearly in a lot of pain.
	“Stop!” you shout, rushing forward.  Before Penny can react, you reach forward and smack the femur away from your tormentor.  Pain sears through your hand like you'd touched a stove top.  The sparks go wide and begin to sputter from existence when not pointed at Harvey.
	“What are you doing?” the secretary barks at you.
	Miss Garde's voice grows louder as she reaches a crescendo and all of the rings around Harvey join into one, which immediately shrinks to close around the Djinn’s neck.  Cooling like quenched iron, the ring forms a metal choker at her throat.  The spirit quickly tries to pry it off, grunting with pointless effort as the thing holds fast.
	Your boss snaps her book shut and glares at you, “Mr. Doe, I'll have you know I was this close to banishing her.  All I managed now is binding her powers for a time.  Do you know how hard it is to banish a full blooded Djinn?”
	You cradle your scalded hand as best you can with your broken one and snap back, “With all due respect ma'am, what the hell is going on?! Why are you hurting Harvey?”
	“Harvey?” Penny asks, her ears perking up, “Oh, I get it!  That's a classic.”  The woman giggles at the name as if she'd just come over for lunch.
	Miss Garde, however, is not laughing, “I was saving you from a trickster spirit Mr. Doe.  I see she's already enchanted your mind.”
	“Have not!” Harvey snarls, still struggling with her new collar.
	“Silence!” your boss hisses, “I will not let you hurt this boy.  He is a good man.”
	“No, really,” you insist, holding up your hands in defense, “If she brainwashed me, I'd probably tolerate her a lot more.”
	“That's sweet of you mortal,” Harvey grumbles.
	Miss Garde shakes her head softly, the beads in her dreads clicking against one another, “I'm afraid you are out of your depth Mr. Doe.  I can handle this and afterward-”
	“No!” you raise your voice over hers to the clear shock of everyone present, “You forced your way into my girlfriends' apartment and assaulted my babysitter!”
	“Your wha-?” she tries to ask, but you cut her off.
	“Not important.  No one is having a damned magical duel in Sam and Crystal's living room.,” you point to Harvey, “Harvey, go sit down at the kitchen table.”  To your own surprise, she actually does as you ask.
	“Miss Garde,” you announce, feeling on a roll, “You go sit with her.  And no fighting!”  The woman raises an eyebrow at your words, but finally makes her way to the table.
	“And I'm... I'm,” you're losing steam.  You hadn't planned this far ahead.
	“I'm going to make some tea,” you sigh.
	“Oh, oh, I'll help!” Penny bounces after you.
	“Thank you Penny,” you have to admit, you kind of lack a good hand at the moment.
	You nudge the faucet open and gingerly immerse your hand in the cold water.  It stings, but not as much as leaving it to blister.  You still suck in wind through your teeth, though.
	“Let me heal him,” Harvey growls, “He's in pain.”
	“I will heal him when he is ready,” your boss shoots back, “You will do nothing.”
	“You'll both do nothing until we've had our bloody tea,” you snap at them.
	“Tea's on the stove sweety,” Penny cheerily announces.
	“Good, thanks,” you mutter, keeping your hand under the running water.
	“Oh, I am so sorry you got burned little fella,” the secretary bemoans, “Here, let me make it better.”  She pulls a jar of cream from a pouch on her belt and takes your hand in hers.  She carefully spreads the cream over your hand and where it touches, the pain lessens immensely.  You sigh at the relief and try to collect yourself.
	As you try to order things in your mind, you can't help but blurt out, “So, um, what's with the dog ears?”
	Penny looks up from your hand and gives you a toothy smile, “Do you like them?  I think they're cute.  Miss Garde gives them the best scratches!”
	You look to the imposing woman and she shrugs, “I let my familiars choose their form.  She chose that one.”
	“Familiar?” you repeat.
	“Yes.  Any decent sorceress maintains a familiar,” Miss Garde rattles off the answer as if discussing the weather, “I summon her from another dimension to aid me in my studies and efforts, and  in return, she gets to enjoy the pleasures of this world.  You'd be surprised what some spirits will do for a pizza.”
	“I prefer a nice steak myself,” Penny giggles.
	“So, your a Sorceress,” you say slowly.
	“I study the forgotten arts, yes,” your employer confirms.
	“Who runs a magazine?” you point out.
	“Magic is my passion,” the dark-haired woman rolls her shoulders, “The Black Cat's Inn pays the bills.”
	“Pff,” Harvey sighs, “Only a human could loose money at sorcery.”
	“I have standards of what I will do for money spirit,” Miss Garde shoots back.
	“Say that again with that plunging neckline,” the Djinn snickers.  Before your employer vaults the table, the whistle of the pot begins to sing.  Penny hurries to take it off the stove and bustles about, preparing each person's tea to their request.  Finally, the four of you sit on each side of the table.
	“Well,” you break the silence, “Care to explain Miss Garde?”
	The normally stoic woman shuffles in her seat, “It would appear I may have come in with a deficiency of knowledge.”
	“Right,” you nod and turn to Harvey, “Harv?  Can you please explain just what's going on?”
	The Djinn takes a sip from her tea and answers, “You know how we met kiddo.  I saved your life.”
	You give a hmm in agreement, “And switched me with this world's version of me in the process.”
	Miss Garde's eyebrows shoot up at this and she cuts in, “Is that what she told you?  She's lying young man.  She never sent him to your world.”
	Your gut turns to ice water, “What?”
	Your employer crosses her arms, “I can contact other versions of myself on separate planes.  I traced your home plane and my counterpart there confirmed her version of you was not from this one.”
	You turn a betrayed eye to Harvey, “You said you sent him to take my place.  You lied to me.”
	“Hold on!” the Djinn holds up her hands, “I didn't exactly lie. I sent A version of you there and he's doing great.  Fitting right in.”
	“Why did you lie?” you demand.
	“It is in her nature,” your boss points out, “Her kind deceive mortals by reflex.”
	“You know nothing of my kind child-witch!” Harvey snarls, “You think a few centuries of life gives you knowledge?  I've learned secrets to topple worlds!”
	“Enough!” you shout, grabbing the djinn’s attention again, “I don't care about any of that.  Why. Did. You. Lie. To. Me?  I thought, I don't know, we were getting along.”
	“We were,” Harvey assures you, “We are!  It's just...”
	She shrinks back and looks down at her tea, “Some lies are better than truth.  Simpler.”
	Your blood boils at this, but you don't shout again.  You take a deep breath and simply say, “Alright, look.  Just tell me what happened.  And promise me it's the truth.  That's all I want.”
	Harvey straitens her back a bit and finally looks you in the eye again, “Fine mortal.  On my name, this is the truth.  A long time ago, I trusted the wrong person and paid for it with my servitude.  For five hundred masters, I was bound to turn my powers to the whims of the selfish and ignorant.  A giant chained by ants.”
	She spits the words out as if their taste offends her, “And as each fool passed me onto the next, I knew I could never seek my revenge.”
	“Why not?” you ask.
	“Standard enchantment when binding a spirit,” Miss Garde answers, “You make them swear to do you no harm once released.”
	“A coward's protection from my wrath,” Harvey's anger boils over her lips, unsettling you, “But each finished wish bought me a little freedom; a little more agency as the collar loosened.  And then I felt it.  I was one master away from freedom, and I had enough power to choose my final owner.”
	She extends a thin finger in your direction, “You.”
	“Me?” you hadn't quite expected that.
	“And not you,” the Djinn adds, “A you from another world.  I wanted someone I felt a common bond with.  I wanted someone who had felt something like my pain, who I could free from it and in doing so free myself.”
	Harvey's cheeks darken and she examines her tea cup, “I was... very lonely.  So I found one who's life had been cruel, who ached for relief like I did.  I thought it would be poetic, you know?  Maybe when we were both free, I could... remain for a time.  So I approached him and offered him my lamp.”  She falls silent at that.
	“What happened?” you prod her gently.
	The Djinn scowls at her drink, “I chose poorly.  Giving the oppressed power does not always bring about a hero.  Sometimes it creates another bully.  He wanted to leave his world.  He had no love for it.  I agreed.  I found him a world where he would be loved.  This world.”
	Harvey runs her finger over the lip of her cup, “It was not difficult.  Your counterpart here was dying.  It was his time.  Even I do not trespass on the reaper's claim.  I simply placed my new friend in his place and had the world see him as their own, miraculously healed.  I thought I was doing a kindness for all.”
	Her knuckles go pale as she grips the cup, “I was wrong.  After thinking it all over, he didn't want love.  He wanted power.  His last wish was for enough power control those around him; to take what he wanted from anyone he liked.  I could see where he was going and what he was setting up.  He even pretended to play out the fantasies of those around him.  It would be sweeter when he turned on them.”
	“I tried to talk to him,” Harvey looks at you with pleading eyes, “I tried to tell him these people were not the tormentors from his world, but he hated them all the same.  I offered to take him anywhere he liked.  We could have gone together.  But he was happy here and I had been released.  I could do nothing to harm him.”
	The spirit gives a hollow chuckle, “But my kind know how to wiggle around a rule.  I couldn't hurt him, but I could aid another master.  I saw my chance at the car wreck.”
	“You did that?” you choke out, at a loss for words.
	“Ahem,” Miss Garde interrupts, awkwardly raising her hand, “That would actually have been me.”
	“Come again?” you sputter.
	It is your employer's turn to examine her drink, “He applied for the job.  I believe he was pursuing my... body.  He was distracted and I could feel his power.  I also felt his intent.  I don't tolerate black magic Mr. Doe.  All it took was the right luck hex at the wrong time... and well... you were not supposed to get involved.”
	“Ahh,” Harvey replies, “That ties up a few loose ends I was wondering about.”
	She turns back to you, “Anyway, I searched for someone who really needed a wish and found you.  You-you.  I tossed you my lamp of your own volition and made the switch.  I actually moved quite a few of you at once.  Improved a lot of lives really.  And I sent him somewhere that power won't do him any good.  Trust me on that one.”
	“You did all that in an instant?” you ask, jaw fighting to stay up.  Even Miss Garde seems shocked.
	Harvey shrugs, “Semi-phenomenal almost Nearly-cosmic power.  It's a hell of a drug.”  You just stare at her for what feels like eternity as you process all of that.  You wonder if she might be making it all up, but remember her promise.  You think she kind of had to tell you the truth.
	“Well,” you finally mumble, “that's, uh, that's quite a lot to think about.”
	“Told you a lie was simpler,” she mumbles into her cup.
	“Perhaps,” Miss Garde announces, “But that leaves us where we started: deciding what to do with you.”
	Harvey stares daggers over her tea, “You will decide nothing for me woman.”
	“I actually agree trickster,” your employer replies coolly, “Considering it is his life you have thrown into chaos, I suggest he decide.”
	“What?” you nearly choke on your tea, “Me?”
	“Seems fair,” Harvey agrees, getting to her feet and planting her hands on her hips, “Whelp mortal, it's been a quantum blast.  Say the word though and no more pranks.  I'm gone for good.”
	You give her a disbelieving stare, “Are you serious?”
	“Yup,” she snaps back, spreading her stance and bracing for her removal, “It's only fair. I just wanted to be sure you'd treat this world right and not be a jack-”
	“Shut up Harv,” you interrupt her, “You aren't going anywhere.”
	“-ass-Whaaa?” she stumbles over her words.
	You actually laugh at her, “Come on! I seem to recall you being the first to point out how happy I and the girls are.  That's pretty much because of you.  'Sides, who's gonna watch cartoons with me?”
	“You're serious?” she still seems to be waiting for the punchline.
	“You are?” Miss Garde looks to be waiting for the same.
	“Yeah, why not?” you ask.
	“She could be planning to-”
	“Meh, I trust her,” you wave your employer off, “We've been all intimate and stuff.”
	Miss Garde leans back in her chair, disbelief on her face, “Oh, I did not realize you two had, well...”
	“Ohhh, so romantic,” coos Penny, latching onto Harvey's arm “Dish sweety!”
	“Please,” the spirit rolls her eyes, “I wish.  Little twerp turned me down.”
	Your employer looks even more surprised at that and you just keep laughing.
	“Alright Harv, you and Miss Garde put your feud on hold and I'll ask her to remove the collar.”
	“Pff, fine.  No magic jihad.  You're no fun.”
	“Miss Garde?” you look to the sorceress.
	“Oh, right,” your employer produces a key.  Giving Harvey one last warning glare, she touches the key to the collar and both disappear in a puff of smoke.
	“Ahh, that's better,” Harvey rubs her neck before looking at you and snapping her fingers. Instantly, both of your hands are healed.  You look down to see the cast finally gone.
	“Little gift before I split,” she announces, “No one will notice the cast being gone.”
	“You're leaving?” you raise an eyebrow.
	“Only to get some breathing space,” she corrects you, “You mortals are crowding me.  Peace out lesser beings!”  With that, she simply floats down and through the floor.  You are about to say something when her head reappears sans body next to your face.
	“And thanks bud.  We're gonna have a lot of fun,” she pecks you on the cheek and the head is gone again.”
	“Penny?” your boss calls.  The blonde leaps to attention.
	“Keep an eye on her.”
	“Righto boss-lady!” and the woman scampers out the front door, closing it behind her.
	This leaves you alone with Miss Garde in a new-found silence.
	You both retire to your tea as the past few minutes wash over you.  You spend the time filing away all of the insanity under your 'to cope with later' folder and finish your tea.
	“Well Mr. Doe, I see you've managed to impress me again,” Miss Garde notes as she sips.
	“Heheh, not really.  I just, you know, haven't got anything to really be too pissed about,” you scratch your ear, “Not in the long run anyway.”
	“Hmm,” your employer nods solemnly, “I like your outfit by the way.  You're adapting rather faster than expected.”
	Your cheeks go crimson and you look down to see you are still in your oversized onsie, “Oh this! This was Harvey's doing. I wouldn't wear this by choice.”
	“A shame,” the woman notes, “I think you look rather... cute.  In a dashing way I assure you.”
	You fumble with your tea cup and sputter, “Oh, thanks.  I think.  Do you- uh, have another appointment or something?”
	“On the contrary,” she replies, “I cleared my schedule to make room for djinn fighting, so I'm free for the afternoon.  A good thing I suppose.  You look to require a sitter.  And I happen to be one of your recognized caretakers.”
	The blush creeps down your neck and under your baby blue onsie and you get up to clear dishes, “Ah, well.  You've got me there.  I guess we can discuss work if you like.  I start tomorrow don't I?”
	Your boss finishes her tea and says, “Why hurry?  I think I'd enjoy spending some time with you.  We can-oh-oh dear.”  You turn to see Miss Garde suddenly crossing her arms over her chest, inadvertently enhancing her already extensive assets.
	“Are you okay?” you ask, fighting the urge to let your eyes go spelunking in her cleavage.
	“I'm quite alright,” she answers, a note of nervousness in her tone, “It just appears Penny gave me the wrong tea.”  You do not know what she means, but then you spot a pair of wet spots spreading out from beneath her hands.
	“Um, Miss Garde,” you can't stop yourself from talking.
	She only puffs her cheeks out in frustration, “I know.  I collect... exotic teas.  For medicinal purposes you understand.  Penny loaned out some of my personal supply to your lover, Ms. Tome last night.  It looks like she used just that brew.”	 Your stomach turns over as you do the math and you look down at your own chest.
	“It does not affect men,” the woman tells you, “But in my case, it seems to have exacerbated an already existing... condition.”
	“I'm sorry about that,” you offer, doing your best to convince yourself to turn away, “If you need to go and, uh, see to that, I'll be fine.”
	“No,” she argues, “I would be a poor caretaker to leave you.  And, ahem, pumping is not very comfortable anyway.”
	“I see,” you're kind of stumped now and simply stop talking.
	“Well, there is another option,” your boss adds softly, but with a glimmer of hope, “And I only say that because I saw your bottle.  You, well, would you consider drinking... from the source?  It would bring a great deal of relief to me.  It's quite hygienic, I promise!”  You just stare at her, more specifically at her chest.  The woman forces a stoic expression, but the wet patches told another story.  You won't admit it, but your mouth is watering.
	“I assure you,” she offers, “It is completely normal for a caretaker, and I would be very respectful... and gentle.” The woman whispers the last words as if afraid of eavesdroppers.
	Well, she was your caretaker now.  That did seem to come with redefined boundaries.  And the girls had okayed her.  And really, you'd be helping her, right?  Slowly, you nod and walk over to her.  You are too red to say anything, but she gives you her thanks and takes your hand.  You are lead to the sofa where she sits at one end and pats the seat next to her.
	“Okay, just climb up and lay down facing the sofa,” your boss instructs you and you do as you're told.  She then leans over and hooks her arms under yours and carefully positions you laying partially on her lap.
	“There we go,” she says softly, “Nice and easy.  I'll take care of you young man.”  She reaches for her blouse and unbuttons it.  You find yourself counting the buttons.  The blouse is pulled back and a silken bra is revealed, straining to contain their treasure.  The bra is more wet than the shirt and you can see the clear outline of Miss Garde's nipple beneath.  She then unhooks the front clasp, and once again you are exposed to the glorious tangible proof that the female form was of divine inspiration.  Her breasts fall free, again with only enough sag to tell you it was a woman sitting before you.  Her dark nipples stand proud in the cool apartment and you see a small drop of milk form on the tip of the one closest to you.
	Your ruminations are interrupted when your boss asks, “Are you alright?  You aren't moving.  I promise, I think you will enjoy the flavor.”
	“Sorry, yes, I'm fine,” you mumble to her chest.
	“Alright then, go ahead,” she says.  You feel her hand gently cup the back of your head and she moves you towards her.  By reflex, you open your mouth and place your lips on her nipple.  The first drop hits your tongue and once again you notice the milk is the perfect temperature.  You want more.  You begin to suck, eager for another taste and are rewarded with a stream of sweet, warm flavor.
	You quickly swallow and try for more, but your nurse gasps, “Easy, easy little man.  Be gentle on me.  I have plenty, I promise.  All you can drink.”  You slow yourself down and instead savor the taste as a steady flow of ambrosia fills your mouth.  You drink for some time and Miss Garde's hand remains, gently pressing you to her bosom.  You fall into a lovely rhythm and are soon drinking without thinking.
	You hear your new sitter speak softly as you relieve her pressure, “Good boy.  You are so hungry.  You must have missed breakfast.  Well, don't worry.  When you are hungry, you just let your nanny know.”  Your mind drifts as you listen to her curving Caribbean vowels.
	Her voice takes on an almost musical quality as she continues, “I'll make sure to have extra for you, you greedy little thing.  Just be sure to be hungry when you come in to the office.  If I have to carry it, you have to drink it after all.”  You think she's getting caught up in the moment, but you don't care.  You have a quiet moment and a warm, delightfully naughty meal.  Your pace slows and you simply doze in her arms, drawing milk on instinct.  You've not been this relaxed in recent memory, and you sink into it happily, letting a small dribble slip down your chin as your eyes droop.  It barely even registers as you fill your diaper, another warm background feeling to simply let happen.
	You are being gently guided to the second breast when the front door swings open.
	“Harmony?” Crystal's voice calls, “I'm back early.  I managed to find someone to cover for me.   Has Anonymous been goo-”  The blonde freezes, standing in front of the two of you.  Your moment begins to fall apart.
	“Miss-Miss Garde?” Crystal stutters, “What are you doing in my home?  What are you doing with my Anonymous?”
	Your boss puts on her calm command voice and replies, “Everything is fine Ms. Tome.  Your babysitter contacted me when she had a family emergency and I rushed over.”  You carefully untangle yourself and confirm her story.
	“And then I had a bit of an accident with, well, I began to lactate and I asked Mr. Doe for his help,” she explains, “It was entirely my idea, he only wished to help me with the discomfort.”
	Crystal stares at the both of you, a number of expressions at war on her face.  To your surprise she does not settle on anger.
	“I see.  Well, you are one of his caretakers.  I am thankful for you watching over him... and apparently dressing him,” she's choosing her words carefully, but you can begin to hear the hitch in her voice.
	“Cryssie?” you get up to go to her.
	“No, I'm fine,” she brushes you off, “it's just been a long day.  I'm just surprised is all.  I thought if anyone, I would be your first... oh dear.”  She hiccups and you put your arms around her.
	She buries her face on your shoulder and mumbles, “And that stupid tea finally worked too...”
	A shadow falls on the two of you and you hear Miss Garde say, “I'm sorry Ms. Tome.  This was an unfortunate mistake.  If its a consolation, he's been weened of bad habits on me and he, I suspect, is still hungry.”  The blonde sniffles looks up at you with hopeful eyes.  You honestly hadn't seen that coming.
	“Do you, um,” Crystal stumbles over her words, “feel comfortable maybe-”
	You hug her tighter and nod, “I think I'm really thirsty all of a sudden.”  Her face lights up and she scampers to her room, a new spring in her step.  She returns a short time later wearing comfortable clothes and a wide smile.  She leads you to the sofa and, with Miss Garde's advice, positions you on her lap.  Crystal removes her shirt and reveals a nursing bra.  She'd really been looking forward to this.  Nervously, she unsnaps the opening of the bra and reveals her nipple, puffy and damp with fresh milk.  Miss Garde may have magnificent endowments, but Crystal was her own beautiful that you knew you'd never tire of.
	“Support his head like so,” your boss advises, “Good.  Now go ahead you two.”
	“Ready darling?” Crystal looks down at you expectantly.  You want to call her a pet name or something sweet to mark the moment.
	Instead, it comes out as, “Yes Mommy Crystal.”  The blonde gives a small gasp, and hugs you to her, placing your lips over her breast.  Without hesitation, you begin to drink.  You remember how sensitive your employer was and take your time.  It takes longer for Crystal's milk to flow, but you are patient and enjoying the act as much as the flavor.  Crystal's flavor is sweeter and thinner than your boss' and a dribble soon escapes your lips.  It is quickly caught by a small hand towel.
	“It's okay sweetie,” Crystal coos, “Mommy's got plenty.”  She is right and you return to that blissful state of drinking and dozing.  For a time, all you hear is her breathing and heartbeat. You feel a new kind of close to the woman, different than your time with Miss Garde.  Crystal eventually starts humming a soft tune and you feel it reverberate over your lips and in your ears.  You could stay like this for a very long time.  However, you are awoken from your rumination when a hand reaches to pat your bottom.
	“Someone needs a change darling.  This little diapie is full to burst,” Crystal says softly.  She's right, and by the feel of it, you've gone again since starting with the blonde.  You redden a bit, but don't move to get up.  You still want more.
	“Come on you greedy little boy,” Crystal chides you, “You can have more when you're dry.”  You refuse to move and try to return to your meal.  The blonde chuckles and tries to push you back.
	“I think I have a solution,” Miss Garde announces and adds her muscle to picking you up.  She stands you on your feet and begins to unsnap your onsie. With Crystal's help, she rolls it down and off of you, leaving you in a sagging, soaked diaper.
	“Such a messy boy,” Crystal smiles.
	“Indeed,” your boss agrees, “Now if you will lay him on your lap on his back, I will change him.”  Crystal nods and you are positioned again on the couch.  The blonde leans over you and you start on her other breast.  You do not struggle as you feel your diaper opened and your privates exposed to the cool air.  As you taste Crystals milk flowing into your mouth, you feel Miss Garde's skilled hands once again cleaning you.  As the dirty diaper is taken away and the last of you cleaned, you once again begin to stiffen.  You do, after all, have the breast of your lovely girlfriend in your mouth.
	“And he fights us again Ms. Doe,” you feel your bosses breath tickle your manhood, “What are we to do with such a boy?”
	“Mmmhh,” Crystal moans, enjoying her own bliss, “I suppose you'll have to satisfy his other hunger Miss Garde.”
	“And I have your approval?” your employer asks.
	“Yes,” Crystal breathes,”He trusts you, and so do I.”
	Miss Garde gives an approving rumble from her throat and leans over you.  Her long fingers wrap around your shaft and begin to slowly stroke you.  Her soft hand envelopes your member and you feel a warm, slick fluid add lubrication. Your shaft jumps at the new feeling and you moan into your lover's breast, much to her approval.
	“I confess,” your boss whispers, her breath adding to the feeling on your manhood, “I've been hoping you would be willing to share.  He is a very special young man.”
	“That's my Anonymous,” Crystal agrees and shifts your head to better access her chest, “I've known that since we were children.”
	“Then I have time to make up,” Miss Garde announces as she dips to run her tongue up your shaft.  The three of you continue like this as you each sate a hunger.  Miss Garde is possessed of a long and talented tongue and you become acquainted, ever so sensually, with every inch of it.  When it finally pulls away, you feel a familiar smothering of your manhood in paradise.  Impossibly soft, the woman's massive mounds surround your shaft and begin to massage you towards nirvana.  They only pull back for a moment and more of the warm liquid is added.  Your member twitches when you realize she is using her own milk to enhance the feeling.  Oh, this woman is an evil genius.  You quicken your pace and suck more hungrily.  Crystal reacts with her own moans and the cycle continues.  The closer you get, the more milk you want and the more Crystal is happy to give.  Your moans interweave and come together in a carnal harmony.
	Beneath the note, Miss Garde tempts you on with her darkly smooth voice, “Come on now little boy.  It's time you gave your nanny your own milk, isn't it?  Come on.  It's alright.  Nanny loves the taste of her little one's milk as much as he likes hers.  There we go.  I can see you getting ready.  Let it go boy.  Give me a nice, long drink...  Go on.”  Her bust bounces up and down on your manhood, pulling you closer and closer.  As a punctuation to your pleasure, Miss Garde drops her head and takes the tip of your member between her luscious lips.  That is all you can take and you immediately begin to shake as you release your orgasm directly into your boss' waiting mouth.  The woman keeps her lips sealed and you feel the excruciating pleasure as her tongue carefully collects all of your ecstasy.  You feel Crystal writhe beneath you as she too reaches a final release.  You finally notice the faint buzzing coming from her lap and recall her love of toys.  You smile to yourself as you finally release her from your lips, happy she hadn't been left out.
	You pant and catch your breathe alongside your lover as a new diaper is slipped under you.  Those same long fingers apply lotion and a lovely white cloud paints your privates before Miss Garde seals you into a fresh, thick diaper.  She then gets to her feet and paces to a recliner before laying herself out over it, her long limbs the picture of relaxed cool, reminding you of a lioness after a successful hunt.  Crystal continues to hum as she lifts you completely into her lap, your head on her shoulder.  The blonde gently pats your back until you release a childish burp.
	Your face reddens, but she only coos, “That's a good boy”.  You hug her and stay happily on her lap.
	“So tell me little ones,” Miss Garde rumbles from her chest, “What will we do next?”
	That's a good question:
		A.) Miss Garde takes you and the girls to dinner
		B.) The girls want a night at home.
		C.) You get a visit from, or go to your mother
		D.) Concept from the readers.