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She immediately got a devastated look on her face when he freaked out like that. "You mean... You didn't read it?" She mumbled sadly. "The contract... It was for you live in this room with... all of the accessories. For you to provide me companionship!" She explained, crossing her arms and backing away from him. "I... thought... You really wanted this..." she mumbled. "The way you came in and... and you were so sweet and excited! I thought..." she shook her head and sighed sadly. "Look... You signed the contract. Do you want to actually read it before we start?" 

Hey everyone! Only two more chapters to go now. I’m hoping to work on the next two a lot more over the next two days to get this all wrapped up. So, be sure to look for the next chapter on Monday at some point. Next, just as a reminder, a new poll is up for you all to let me know which story you all would like to read next. Story options can be found back in the beginning of chapter 2, and the link can be found there and chapter 9 as well. As I mentioned before though, if you feel more comfortable leaving a comment here or as a private message to me, I will count these as well. Additionally, like before, this poll will be shut down right before I post my final chapter on here. Further announcements will be made on Monday as to when exactly, but I should know then if it will be Wednesday or Thursday now. Last but not least and as usual, I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter of my story! Chapter 14: A Plan Forms in My Mind In a second, the fury, the rage… every little ounce of anger that I initially saw and admittedly feared from Daisy, vanishes before my eyes. Still seething and red, but her expression changes to almost confusion. After a moment, she backs off me and then holds her ground. Taking the time and picking myself up off the ground, I stare at her for a moment, waiting for her to make the first move. With my experience with other ghosts, if they’re angry or traumatized, you usually need to wait for them to come to you. Some could be embarrassed or just too plain emotional to actually deal with their problem other than lashing out and anyone passing by. Thinking that maybe this is the case for Daisy, I give her a second to collect herself. But she still says nothing… just her staring back at me with her bewildered look. I wonder briefly if maybe I fried something in her brain or she’s just confused and trying to determine what angle I’m coming at her with now… how I can trick her and hurt her more. I hope that’s not the case, because it would mean so much more work to get through to her and I never wanted her to actually hurt that way, but after I wait some more, she still says nothing. So, with a sigh, a scoot a little closer to her. Like I did with Susan when I first met her, Daisy flinches away from me… as if my offer of help was somehow a threat to her. ‘Not good… This is going to take a while… or end very poorly very quickly.’ Any other person could back away from them… but I’m not just any ordinary person anymore. I help ghosts who need it and even just a casual look at Daisy when she was by herself before she saw me and even now in her ever-fading red transparent form, still backed off away from me… I can see her pain. Pain from me… pain from her life and now death. I want to help her, but since every movement I make just sends another frightened response rippling throughout her system, I know I need to go a different way. I hate talking to a ghost first. So many times, it’s apparently made me look like the aggressor with some of the more sensitive ghosts I’ve met. But with still nothing whispered even from her, I know I need to at this point. “Daisy? Did you hear me? Did you… understand me?” I don’t want to be condescending, but I also want to approach all this gingerly while covering all my bases. “I just want to help you now. Please… let me help you…” She shifts uncomfortably and her red glow has now almost completely vanished away, leaving her wispy and barely there bluish and frail form instead. Unlike when I first met her, her appearance is still pretty formed and distinguishable, however. Admittedly, if we had met before all this, I would even call her cute… her pinkish top and shortalls even adding to her whole innocent appearance. “Help… me?” she questions, almost as if she’s unsure about my intentions still. It’s still progress though and I smile and nod. “That’s right. I can see ghosts now… all of you, or at least the majority of you all. I’ve been… well, I’ve been helping others. I’m not sure how this happened, beyond that last spell and our connection, but I’ve been helping people with what they need… either to be happy or to complete their unfinished business.” Daisy stares back at me for a moment but then drops her eyes to the sidewalk… not moving an inch beyond. I don’t want to push her, but I just want Daisy to feel okay with me… to let me help her. She’s definitely someone who needs something, but I just don’t know what is yet… even after all the time she spent with me. “Daisy? I want to help you. Please… let me help you now like I did for the others.” Still no response. “I mean, do you have unfinished business? Maybe something you never got to do, or…?” I shrug and search my brain for anything I can think of. “Maybe something I can get for you? Is something to do with ABDL? Is that what you want? Maybe I can find you…?” “Enough!” she finally yells at me. If I had been more vigilant, I might have noticed her skin beginning to glow brighter and redder, like an ember being stoked by a breeze with each word I previously spoke… a warning to back off if there ever was one. “You want to help me, Liam? Really, really help me? Complete my… what did you call it? Unfinished business?” I nod, happy that I’m at least finally getting through to her… like we’ve made some breakthrough. “That’s right. I want to help you.” I smile, trying to be as sincere as I can… but in my joy, I don’t realize that I’m only being set up to be squashed back down. “Oh… I see…” She smiles and her ghostly form grows and glows with its angry red color even more. “Stupid, little old me, huh? Helpless to take care of myself?” Her tone, once playful, grows more agitated… aggressive. “Too stupid and frail to know what I want… is that right? You want to rescue your damsel in distress?” It finally clicks in my head that this conversation isn’t going in the direction I was hoping it would. I knew there were going to be some tough feelings, but by the time I see it, I feel it’s too late to turn back now. Still, I want to try. “That’s… that’s not what I’m trying to do, Daisy. Please… please, let me help you. I just… I want to do something for you.” My guilt at ripping her away from me rears its ugly head. Yes, she entered me without permission and yes, she tormented me in a way I’m still suffering from, but knowing what I know now… I feel I could have approached it differently at the very least. “I… I feel I owe you that…” Her nostrils flare and her eyes burst into hot red embers of hate and anguish. “Well, you can’t! Okay? You ripped that possibility away from me the day you severed out bond! Did you know that? Did you know the spell was going to do that to me? Do you have any idea what that spell does to a ghost?” I hear a few chocked sobs behind her pain and rage, but I quickly shake my head to address the most immediate problem in front of me. “No! I swear! I didn’t know. I just… I wanted my body back. I wanted my autonomy and not you whispering in my ear. If I had known…” “But you didn’t! You just let those barbaric witches cut our bond!” she screams, little flames now almost appearing around her. By now, any ghost that was in the area has now fled. Apparently, even ghosts can scare each other… “You ripped me open! Like a surgeon just tearing away a patient’s spine! Look!” She then flashes what would have been her tail. Every ghost has one… even when they’re walking on two feet. It’s a tiny little sputter off their back heel in that case, but it’s still there. As I look at her tail though, once proud and solid funneling into a blue cone of sorts… is now severed. Mangled and flapping around like some tattered flag on a battle-worn pirate ship that’s been at sea too long. If it was flesh, it would be a horror show to behold. “The… the spell did that? Can it be repaired?” “No!” she shouts at me, her fists gripping angrily as she stalks toward me with furious vengeance, the once innocent and child-like figure seemingly now been cut from her and thrown away. “I’m doomed forever! You damned me to this existence until the world ends in fire. I’ll go mad. In one night, with that spell, you doomed my existence to this town forever… never to move on… never to be happy…” She stops and I can already see her ghostly tears begin to form. I never thought a ghost could cry before, and while there’s no wet patches on the ground where her tears fall off her cheeks, their existence is still there, nonetheless. They are a testament to her pain… a pain that I caused by not being careful about how she was removed. Gwen did warn me… and I ignored her. I had every reason in the world to do it… but I should have listened. I should have taken my time… let Daisy live out her fantasies and just had it over with. Now… my eyes drift back to her mangled tail… a sign of my guilt for all the other spirits to see. “I… I…” She sniffles and her bottom lip begins to quiver from the pain that she’s feeling. I want to give her a hug… a great big one like the kind that Gwen’s given to me in my moments of despair since I first met her. Daisy needs it, but like Susan told me, not being physical… that sensation will never come to her again from someone still alive like me. Finally, she rubs her eyes and disheveled and distraught, she looks at me with utter contempt, humbling me into the ground where I stand. “I hate you! Just… just… leave me alone!” Not wasting a second, she screams and her form skyrockets away across the park and disappears into the city… leaving me utterly alone. ‘Shit…’ I stand, frozen on my spot and speechless over what just happened. If I were another person, a person who only cared about themselves and could just live without a care about their new bond to the spiritual world… I would have moved on from that point. I had talked to Daisy, attempted to help her sincerely, but rejected, I couldn’t help her, but my obligation to the person who had wrecked parts of my life would now be over. I would simply move on, help whatever other ghost I could, and never give her a second glance or thought, except for maybe a curse or two as I struggle to regain my continence. But I’m not that person. Instead, I collapse onto a nearby park bench and only feel more guilty over what I did to her. I didn’t realize the spell the coven used was so devastating. Sure, there were signs and they mentioned severing our bond and Gwen did note earlier that it could be messy… but I just wanted her out of me. I didn’t think of her… only myself. I hate myself wholly for that one decision I made now. “Hey there…” Susan then says, coming up to me and floating her hand over my shoulder before giving it a warm little pat. “Not go so well I take it, huh?” I sigh deeply. “You could say that…” I turn to her as she sits next to me. “Oh, Susan… I didn’t realize the spell… I… she’s doomed! I screwed her and now she can never move on!” She pats my knee and smiles kindly towards me, her inner hope inescapable to miss while looking at her. “Never is a strong word, sweetie. And based on her appearance, I doubt she’s been a ghost for more than five years. That means she probably doesn’t know every trick in the book.” She leans back and sighs. “Don’t get me wrong… that spell is mean and nasty, but just because she thinks she’s doomed, doesn’t mean she’s doomed forever.” “She’s not?” I ask with a burning and desperate hope that somehow Susan knows something I don’t. “I can’t say for sure, and it might not be easy… but something like the word ‘never’ when you’re talking about literal eternity? That’s a tough feat.” She then stops and looks away for a second, stroking her chin with a clear question on her mind. After a moment of me praying she knows something, Susan turns back to me. “Tell me this, Liam… with Daisy being as delicate as she is and this clearly being a complicated matter… what do you actually know about her? Or at least who she was?” I had been pondering the same thing for the past week now. Everyone has a story… ghosts most of the time even more so. Sometimes they can be simple… but there’s always a story. Like on Monday, I helped a person to the new Phillies baseball stadium. It wasn’t the Veteran’s Park he remembered from when he was alive, but the sight of the new place and the feeling he just got from going through and sitting in the stands was enough to trigger the happiest of memories he had with his dad and then again with his own children. Simple, but still a story. But Daisy… Daisy is and always has been a big blank hole in my knowledge. It had bugged me when I first learned her name, but there are more than a few Daisys in Philadelphia… and a search for her proved even more challenging considering that she’s dead. So, I shake my head. “No… I tried to find something, but… nothing.” “Hmmm…” She winces and then stands up. “Liam… Daisy is hurt, but this is something more… something more than what the spell did to her. There’s a hurt there that goes beyond what’s happened to her in the afterlife. There’s something festering there… do you know why?” I don’t, but I’ve seen Susan’s pensive look enough to know that she’s also testing me a little. “I don’t know why specifically, but from what I’ve seen… traumatic death?” While still seeming sad over any death, for my correct answer at least, she smiles and nods. “Very good, sweetie. Though, it doesn’t have to be traumatic… just a sudden death usually. Something that took them by surprise and they haven’t resolved those feelings. Think unresolved bucket list situation… there’s something she never got to do and she’s still clinging onto it. Something… emotional… personal…” “So, what do I do?” I ask, still unsure of my next step. “Research,” she says bluntly. “Research and plenty of it. Figure out the ins and outs of who Daisy is. With all your technology these days, start with what you know. Use your instincts. Believe in yourself… I know I do…” Her subtle smile… her kind eyes and even nicer words… it all mixes into me in a cozy soft feeling of contentment, almost like what I’ve been feeling with Gwen whenever she praises me. I don’t know what it is exactly, but I know with whatever it is, it feels nice. “Thank you.” It’s a nice moment but then my mind turns to one glaring issue. “But what about Daisy?” Susan sighs. “Yeah… she could be a problem herself. Got to find her again. Could take some time… might not. Hard to say with that one to be honest. Just… do your research and let me focus on Daisy for now. With All Hallows Eve approaching though, she might be even easier to find. Just… stick to your research.” Nodding, I do exactly that. Over the next day, I search for Daisy and try to narrow my search down any way I know how. I have to do a lot of guess work to fill in the gaps… but after pages and pages, I’m still no closer. “Fuck this!” I slam my fists onto my kitchen table where I’ve set up my station for research. Birth records, death records, marriage certificates… the works. If there’s a name of Daisy on it, I’m looking at it. My family, being a little obsessed lately with DNA and ancestry, gives me the access to accounts and documentation that I need. Still no luck. But right then, I remember Susan’s words of using my instincts and I stretch back in my chair to go about all this a different way. ‘Daisy… Daisy… Daisy…’ I sigh and I realize I need to go with some out of the box thinking now… which is when something clicks in my head. A leap for sure, but something I’m curious about. ‘Daisy… it’s a name, yes, but it’s also a flower… maybe not a real name. Maybe… something she likes… something she would use online to call herself.’ The idea more comes from my previous research into ABDL. With everything surrounding it, so few people use their real name, but when interacting online… those pseudonyms and screen names feel more alive with them than anything listed on some official document somewhere. Daisy is or at least was a part of that community. ‘Maybe she’s out there somewhere…’ It takes some time… time I use to familiarize myself with the most desperate, angry, and in pain of ghosts, which proves a little dangerous, but with Gwen by my side once again, we easily get through to each of them. It’s a wonderful sight to see so many get their happy endings and disperse into the night air, even more than just being with Gwen and her maternal caring and smiling ways, but I know what I need to do now. So, contacting Susan for better or for worse, I feel I’m finally ready this time. “Now, go in slow again,” she warns me when I meet back up with her, the chilly Fall night air only catching from my breath and not hers. “I’ve been trying to butter Daisy up about you… telling her all your exploits with our fellow ghosts. I have to say… getting Thompson over in Washington Square Park to resolve his unfinished business was pretty impressive. He’s been haunting around that place since the revolution.” “Exactly,” I say with a smile. “The man was a prisoner of war in Philly when the British captured the place. Lots of resentment there. Took some doing, but I got through to him as a wager of sorts. Once he saw that his efforts weren’t in vain with the revolution finally, it was only a matter of a good talk and a review of any good history textbook and then seeing the gawking tourists during the day by Independence Hall for the rest.” “Yes,” Susan says, almost a little envious of my work with him, “I’m sure I would have figure that out eventually, but things like that… I think Daisy is a little more open-minded now with you. I don’t think you’re the absolute anymore with her, but… if she starts blaming you, just accept it all in the beginning. Don’t banter back and forth. You have a claim and a right to be upset about her… the playing with your bladder and all if nothing else, but that’s not the point of all this.” I nod. “Understood. Go in, talk to her gently, and no bringing up that she rode me for over a month to satisfy her own desires. Got it.” Susan glares a little at my callousness and near sarcasm but relents and guides me down to yet another park, this one just a little south of where I work. “Okay… she’s right through there. By the sculpture of the lion and the snake. Remember… go easy.” I nod again, and approach Daisy gently, using the trees to cover my movement over to her. I see her sitting by the statue, her eyes fixed and gloomy. Once more, a stiff breeze looks like it could cast her forever into oblivion. I feel the queasiness of guilt bubbling back up in my gut, but I push it down and continue on. I know that a little discomfort just might be needed to get this done tonight. Rounding a corner and peaking just behind the statue, I step out into the light of one of the park’s small streetlamps. “Daisy?” She flashes to her left, startled, but seeing me, she turns away in a huff. “What do you want? I already told you to leave me alone,” she says sullenly, nearly going into a full-on pout. “Like I’ve always said… I just want to help…” I say as sincerely as I can. “Well…” I see a break, a pause where there didn’t used to be… almost like my recent deeds and help with the other ghosts might have actually gotten to her. She keeps up her pout and her pensive angry stare away from me, but that little pause gives me hope. “I’m glad you want to help, but… there’s nothing you can do for me. It’s too late… far too late.” ‘Whew! Not a rejection of me anymore. Still gotta go carefully, but… progress.’ I step closer to her, trying to catch her stare. Just when I’m about to, she snaps her head the other way to avoid looking at me. Sighing, I calmly sit in front of her on one of the pathways. “Daisy… I think I know what you want…” “No, you don’t…” she says, her arms now crossed. “You don’t even know me…” I sigh and know that I need to bring out the big guns. “Abigail…” This time, she twitches, almost like I just cast a curse of some kind over her. She’s frozen for a moment before she slowly turns to me, her eyes wide and her brow furrowed. “What… what did you just call me?” I take a deep breath and know at least for a moment; I need to stand my ground. It could backfire on me again, but I know I need to risk it. “Abigail… that’s your real name, isn’t it?” “I… I…” she stammers out, her previous resolute pout vanishing into something looking more like the kid who just got her hand caught in the cookie jar. “But… how? I… I’m Daisy! I’m Daisy! I never…” “You didn’t have to,” I interject. “I must have looked and seen records for hundreds of ‘Daisys’ in this city. But… after more searches than you could imagine… I realized that it could be your screen name instead. So… I looked up two simple things: Daisy and Philadelphia. And sure enough, after looking through a lot of profiles… I found you. DaisyD… an ABDL blogger living in this city.” “But… that’s still not my name!” I can see her panicking… her mind calculating just how to get out of this, like it’s somehow a bad thing that I know her real name now. “True,” I push on, “but you also posted a lot. Lot of pics of you out in the city. Almost looks like a normal blog at first in the early days… besides from some of those flashes of your pull-ups initially. But then… I saw more… diapers and pacifiers at night. A few shots I recognized in the more recent photos… helped narrow a timeline down. After that…” I sigh, remembering just how much I had to look through. “I checked the obituaries. Taking a guess, I didn’t feel you died naturally. So, I put it all together, and I found you. Abigail Cruttenden…” “Please… please stop,” she pleads with me, all her vengeance and rage and anguish over me dissolving into little moments of desperation and hopeless ness and despair. I hesitate for a moment, but I know I just need to push through this to get to the other side. “Abigail Cruttenden,” I continue, “died in 2022 of an accidental overdose from sleeping medication… you lived with your friends in my house. Frankie and I… we bought it from your roommates. I just… I never put it together until I found the article…” Daisy… Abigail… collapses to the ground in heap and sobs openly, all the pain and anger and frustration from one stupid mistake all bubbling out now. I see the rage still threatening to explode out of her, but now, the little lost girl from Philadelphia has fully come to the surface and is taking over instead. She’s probably still furious for me and the spell that ripped her away from me so brutally, but now… the pain of her death and my discovery of her identity and the truth just seems too much for her. Sighing, I scooch over to her. To my pleasant surprise, she doesn’t flinch away this time. “Abigail… please. I want to help you. If you’ll let me, please…” “But you can’t!” she says, tears now falling from her cheeks. “I died and I… I… I never had something that I always wanted. And then… then…” She hiccups several times and tries to sputter something intelligible out, but it just comes out to broken or high pitched for me to understand her. Coming in closer though, I feel I know where she was going. “And then you found me and found happiness though me again… something you didn’t want to give up, so you didn’t.” I look back at her, and I see no sense of denial or rejection of me. So, taking a deep breath and an even bigger risk, I gently run my fingers over her own hands as if to hold her solidarity. There’s some resistance still, but without her rage this time, she’s still only her ghostly self. “But then I took that happiness away from you. I reached out to the witches and they severed our bond. And now… now you’re out here all alone and feel you’ll never get what you wanted.” Crying openly, Abigail can only nod in despair at the truth coming from my mouth. Having prepared for this though, I reach into my pocket and pull my cellphone out. “Okay… I’m taking a leap here, but… I looked through your profile.” I then turn my phone around to her and show her all her photos and thoughts that she posted while she was alive. And for a moment, I see a flicker of a smile return to her face. My confidence boosted and Abigail still by my side, I go over to my photos to a screenshot I captured of her thoughts she posted that I found yesterday. “Is this… is this what you wanted?” Abigail’s ghostly damp eyes look at my phone and the screenshot I captured. For a moment, she looks like she wants to run away, but even with her blue glow, I swear I can see her blush. What comes after, I just a nod at the simple sentence that stands out the most… her one wish: “Why can’t I find a mommy out there who will love me for me?” It’s such a simple desire but knowing what I know now about the ABDL community, it’s a wish gone unfulfilled for so many. Just a caregiver or sorts… mommy or daddy or babysitter or whomever, but a wish ungranted. For Abigail, and purely from her expression of hopelessness, everything clicks. Dead, she can’t find a mommy. Without me and without her connection to the physical plane, she’s only left with her grief and despair… no possible way to fulfill her wish. Sighing in joy and relief at my research having paid off, I turn toward Abigail. “Abigail… I know this is a lot and I know, or at least can guess, that this is really painful for you. For that… I’m sorry. I’m sorry for a lot of things, but…” I take a deep breath, knowing once my proposal is out there, I can never take it back. “If you’re willing… I think I know a way I can help…” Tears still falling from her eyes, Abigail sniffles pathetically and looks back at me with her big sad eyes, now a spark of hope of a possibility of a wish fulfilled lighting them up more than I’ve seen in a long time now. “You… you can?” I nod. “I think so. I just… I need to make a phone call…” Thirty minutes later, Susan, Abigail, and I are all gathered outside of an all too familiar shop. Seeing movement inside, I sigh and look to my two companions. “Okay… everyone please play nice, alright? If she agrees, this is a big favor. So, just… no fast or hasty moves, okay?” Susan nods warily, but Abigail crosses her arms in a huff. “No promises, but… fine.” Nodding and knowing that’s about as good as a promise as I’m going to get tonight, I turn back toward the door, which finally opens. Gwen takes a deep breath and looks at each of us, now sporting a purple pair of glasses, something I knew she was working on to be able to see the ghosts like I could. “Well… I guess you three better come in…” Stepping back, the three of us then walk into her shop, me going last to ensure that no one backs out at the last minute. It’s a tiny step… but I know it’s a big leap for both of them to come here of all places. Right as Susan and Abigail enter into the main part of the shop, Gwen pulls on my coats and stops me for a moment. “I really hope you know what you’re doing, Liam… You know I normally don’t let… ghosts into my shop so willingly like this. Especially… her.” I sigh and look back at Abigail, knowing just how protective of me that Gwen has become since I first came here with my little possession problem. Ever since that first séance when everything got so screwed up, I’ve continually seen an animosity between her and Abigail. Regardless of that, I know for my plan to work, both are going to need to set that aside. Stepping through and with Gwen on one side of the store counter and Susan and Abigail on the other, I try my best to stand in the middle to arbitrate this whole thing. Clearing my throat, I look at the three now before me. “Okay… I know this is a little unorthodox, but…” “A little?” Gwen asks, her skepticism readily apparent. “At least I’m not the one who butchered a connection they knew nothing about…” Abigail says under her breath though doing nothing to hide her contempt. “Ladies,” I try to intervene, “Please…” “At least I didn’t try and possess someone so badly that I significantly altered their physicality to the point of medically needing diapers!” Gwen retorts, completely ignoring my attempts for peace. Unfortunately, after that, it’s basically just a screaming match between the two. Before I can say anything further, Susan smacks her hands, eliciting some sort of wave of energy, flickering the lights of the store and causing everyone to falter back a little. “Enough!” Though I’m startled, it’s one of the many reasons I brought Susan. Shaking my head off whatever just passed through me, I nod to my friend. “Thank you, Susan. Just… try and not do that again.” She smiles and chuckles, her anger leaving as quickly as it had arrived. “Sorry. Always forget how that affects everything, but as long as these two behave, I won’t need to.” Both shake their heads, but Susan doesn’t seem satisfied. “Say it, Ladies. Say I’m sorry, please…” “Sorry…” Gwen says first. Abigail twirls around a little, causing Susan to clear her throat. Abigail sighs but then turns back towards Gwen. “Sorry.” Sighing in relief, and with Susan at least seeming satisfied with those dismal apologies, I continue. “Thank you again, Susan.” I then clap my hands together and rub them a little. “Now then… I’ve gathered you all tonight because I have a plan that I think will help resolve this little issue of ours.” I turn to Abigail first. “Abigail… from what we talked about and what I found out about you, your biggest desire is to have a mommy, correct?” Abigail hesitates a little but nods, which is a relief and fortunately allows me to push on with the reveal of my plan. “Good.” I then turn to Gwen. “Gwen… we’ve never talked about it specifically, but during my research… well, I found out a little more about you. I…” I hesitate, hating to put her on the spot like this and wishing there was another way or another time… but I know my limited options and that Abigail could still bolt on me at any moment and never come back. “Are you… in the ABDL community, I mean… are you a mommy?” Gwen’s eyes widen and I can see her brain practically spinning around in some desperate attempt to deny it, but after a moment, she smiles and nods. “Aww shucks, sweetie! What gave me away?” With the large burden off my shoulders and seeing her miles away from being upset like I initially feared, I smile. “Oh, just a hunch. I’ve had this weird little feeling ever since all this got started. Lot of our interactions… just kind of felt natural and with everything you’ve done for me… maybe call it intuition. Plus… I always kind of wondered just how you were able to come up with all those reference sites in the city and online for me to look at with ABDL after you heard about my little problem back then.” “Oh… that…” I swear I nearly see her blush. “Uh…” Susan starts to speak out after a moment. “This is mighty fine and hooray for you two on this reveal, but… what does this have to do with Daisy… I mean Abigail here?” I look back at Abigail and sigh, knowing this is where the truly tricky but necessary part comes in. “Well… Abigail, you want a mommy, correct?” She nods and I turn back towards Gwen. “And you’re a mommy in the ABDL community… or at least have performed and taken on that role…” Gwen nods and while that’s a relief to have both those things confirmed, I know it’s now up for the main part of the plan. “Well, I was thinking… the Supreme is coming and she’s all powerful…” I sigh before looking at both Gwen and Abigail and knowing this is the moment of truth. After this, there’s no going back. “What if instead of repairing my connection away from Abigail, and leaving her to fend for herself… we have the Supreme reestablish it instead?” There’s a moment of silence before Gwen turns back towards me. “Liam, sweetie… what exactly are you suggesting we do?” I take a large breath and nod back towards her, though hesitate for just a moment when I feel that same warm glowing sensation. ‘What the heck is that? And… why does it keep happening with all this?’ Shaking my head of that notion for now though, I get a grip and lay out the final portion of my plan. “Right. Well, simply put… Gwen… would you be willing to be my mommy?”

The light above the door beeps and it unlatches to reveal a pastel room with two soft chairs in the center on either side of a table. It was stark contrast to everything else. As they entered another door opened to reveal a woman in a suit walking in with a file and she sat in one of the chairs signaling for Anya to sit across from her.

She nodded in agreement. "I will. I'll stay with you the whole time. You just have to be a good boy, and not make a fuss, okay?" She whispered, stroking his cheek and fitting the massive thing around his waist and taping it shut. She then got him into one of the orange onesies, they provided, and lifted him up, popping the pacifier back into his mouth. She then gave a shaky knock on the door. "Hello?" She called out. "We're ready to come out!" 

"W-what do you mean? Why would I take off- why are there diapers?! And you can't! It's mine! I...!" The poor boy was nearly hyperventilating with anxiety, tripping over his own words in anxious confusion as he looked up at Anya and then over to the changing table and then to the suitcase, his pupils dilated wide with stress, and his scrawny little body shaking like a leaf in a gale. Was this in the contract? He wondered to himself... he knew he should have read it closer.