The Dreamcaster: Chapter 3
BabyJane Well I’ll say goodnight. Mommy just got home and at least I still get bubble bath night 🛀🏽🥰 Lol don’t laugh
PrincessCB Hehe! I can’t help it! Have a fun bath! I hope you get lots of bubbles!
BabyJane Bubbles and bath bombs are a magical combo hehe Nite!
PrincessCB Nite nite!
Clicking out of Discord, CrissieBaby stared blankly at her computer and sighed contently. Ever since she’d started writing, she’d made a vast assortment of friends who she loved to chat with in between writing stints. However, one of the first friends she’d made was BabyJane, who was a fellow AB. They’d chat on and off for hours every day until it was time for Jane to settle in for the night. It wasn’t as if Crissie had any concept of time in her nursery, so she’d started basing her own sleep schedule off of Jane’s.
With Miss Snorington already asleep, Crissie stood up from her desk and climbed into her crib by herself. She raised the bars of the crib up, which simultaneously dimmed the lights of the nursery to nighttime mode. Before she snuggled herself into bed, she waved good night to her dollhouse, where Buttercup was snoring away in her doll-sized crib.
However, as Crissie laid her head down to sleep, her mind wouldn’t quit. Jane had told her all about how tough things were for her Mommy and that she wouldn’t get to have all the Little fun that she wanted to have this weekend.
As someone who now lived her adult baby fantasies 24/7, it made Crissie sad to see an online bestie having such a hard time. Jane deserved to have as much Little time as she wanted, whenever she wanted it!
Lightbulb!
Crissie sat up in bed, as an idle thought was slowly developing into a fully-fledged idea. She’d never attempted it before, but if what Master said was true, then Crissie’s writing could affect the real world. If she couldn’t invent characters from thin air, why couldn’t she write about someone already living to make their lives even better?!
Sparing no time to contemplate the ethical ramifications of messing with a friend’s life without permission, it was decided! Crissie hopped out of her crib and ran back to the computer. She opened up a new document and jumped straight into writing, her brain working faster than her fingers could keep up with. It didn’t need to be as well written as the stories she normally posted, nor did it even need to be more than a few paragraphs. Just something simple to enhance Jane’s life, but not alter it completely. Afterward, she could just post it to her Scraps, so the vast majority of her readers wouldn’t see it anyway.
The real BabyJane was an amazing psychotherapist, but she was secretly also an adult baby. She went to work padded all the time because she loved feeling naughty.
However, little did BabyJane know that a certain magical lamp had suddenly materialized in her nursery. Curious, she picked up the lamp and looked closely at t̴h̶̳͝e̴̫̥ lą̵m̴̺̞p̶ ̶ḯ̴n̶̨̊̆ͅ ̶̭̽̃ḧ̷̯́ë̴̢́r̸͙̜̆ ̷̨̈̿h̴̩̖̒̌a̸̩̋ń̵̜d̵̖͚̎̓s̴̱̭͑
“Whoa!” shouted Crissie as the text on her screen became corrupted. Symbols danced across her words, making them nearly impossible to make out. She scoffed and hit refresh.
The real BabyJane was an amazing psychotherapist, but she was secretly also an adult baby. She went to work padded all the time because she loved feeling naughty.
However, little did BabyJane know that a certain magical lamp had suddenly materialized in her nursery. Curious, she picked up the lamp and looked closely at the lamp in her hands.
“Now that’s much better!” said Crissie as she resumed typing, assuming there was absolutely nothing to worry about.
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Jane bounced on the couch eagerly as she listened to the thunderous rattle of the garage door opening. Sarah was home and Jane was ready for a wonderful night together. Even if they couldn’t spend every waking moment together this weekend, they’d still get to enjoy a fantastic night!
With dinner already prepared, Jane had the whole evening planned out. As soon as dinner was over, she and Mommy would take a bubble bath together. Her favorite Friday ritual. Then Mommy would get her all diapered up and they would settle into the couch for some high-quality snuggling action. Then, when it was time for sleep, Mommy would carry her into the nursery and read her a bedtime story. She could hardly contain her enthusiasm for tonight’s festivities.
The door opened and Sarah entered the house through the kitchen, looking haggard after a long day of work. She instantly sat down at the breakfast bar, not wanting to spend another second on her feet.
Jane skipped into the kitchen and planted a kiss on Sarah’s cheek, causing her wife to smile. She only needed to look at Sarah for half a second to know precisely how rough her day was, “Oof, that bad, huh?”
Sarah wrapped her arms around Jane’s waist and pulled her in close, “It was, but not too bad that I can’t give my little girl some lovin’.” She swept Jane off of her feet, now cradling her in her lap. She exaggeratedly smelled the air, “What’s that delicious smell? Pardon my excitement, it’s just that smells you usually make aren’t this yummy.”
It was so easy for Sarah to make Jane a blushing mess. The adorable Little turned to putty in her Big’s hands. She nuzzled in close and said, “I made chicken gumbo!”
“Ooh! And I thought I was supposed to be the one spoiling you, baby girl,” Sarah said, leaning in close and giving Jane a gentle bunny kiss.
Jane could no longer hold back. She proceeded to giggle incessantly, wiggling her legs with glee.
Sarah moved to stand up with Jane in her arms, but as she did, her back popped in the most unfortunate of ways. She crashed back down into her seat, nearly dropping Jane as she did.
Seeing that Sarah was in agony, Jane stood up quickly and rushed to her aid, “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
“Mmm! That one hurt. I’ll be fine, I just need to sit here for a second,” said Sarah, catching her breath. She groaned as she pressed against her aching spine. After a full day hunched over in an office chair, her back wasn’t prepared for so much added weight.
No matter how much Sarah attempted to reassure Jane that everything was all good, Jane knew better than to take her word at face value on this one. Sarah was the caring type who prided herself on being dependable. The idea of letting her little girl down was blasphemous.
In spite of Jane’s anticipation for her Friday night playtime, she knew a sacrifice needed to be made, even if it came at the cost of her much-needed nirvana. “Let me help you upstairs. The bath is already prepared for tonight and I’d say you could use a deep soak,” she said, placing Sarah’s arm around her shoulder.
Sarah shook her head no, “Nuh-uh! It’s bubble bath night. I’ll be okaaaay-YOOOOWW!” Fighting against Jane only made her sore back worse. She cursed herself, knowing deep down that she was out of commission for the rest of the evening.
“Come on, my everything. Let’s get you upstairs and into the tub,” said Jane, hoisting Sarah to her feet. She snickered, thinking about the irony of the evening as she went from baby to caretaker in the span of two minutes. She couldn’t be upset though. She knew it was the right thing to do, even if she was a little salty, “You owe me next weekend, though.”
Sarah laughed through her pin-pointed pain, as just like every night, she fell in love with her wife all over again. “Promise,” she said with a smile.
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Jane entered the nursery, sighing as she leaned against the door. She put on a resilient face for Mommy, but now that she’d helped her injured caretaker into the bath that was supposed to be theirs to share, she couldn’t stop herself from pouting as her eyes watered.
Wiping away her pre-formed tears, Jane walked over to the crib and laid down on the plush mattress, relaxing for a minute. Soon she’d need to head downstairs and get dinner plated. She tried to shuffle the rewarding feeling of caring for Sarah to the front of her mind, but her selfish Little brain was not satisfied with that as a consolation prize.
Looking over at the diapers stacked near the workbench they had converted into a changing table, Jane felt a large need come over her. She playfully stomped over and grabbed one of the diapers. If Mommy was too hurt to baby her, she’d get in a little Little time on her own. She quickly did away with the very damp pull-ups she was wearing and wiped herself down, before changing herself into a Rearz Alpaca. It may not be the full AB experience, but it would be enough to make her feel better.
As Jane moved to hop off the table, her foot brushed past an unidentified object. She looked down, seeing something shiny poking out from under the changing table. She bent down and grabbed it, allowing her to see what it was.
“What the…? When did…?” Jane was so puzzled that she couldn’t finish her own questions. She was well aware of every toy and item in this room. Yet, she’d never seen this before in her life. She scratched her noggin.
“What’s an oil lamp doing in the nursery?”
TO BE CONTINUED...