The Dreamcaster: Chapter 7

Jane backed up into the dresser, her head starting to spin. This was a sensory overload of epic proportions. She was used to being short, but this was a new low! “W-what’s going on?!” she stuttered.

Turning her head to the side with an amused, but sincere smile, Sarah chuckled before cooing, “Aww, cupcake, did you have a nightmare?” Her eyes drifted downward to Jane’s soiled nappy, bringing out a deliciously coy smirk, “Oh no, and you’re having nighttime accidents again!”

“Huh?! A-again?!” Jane reached down to feel her swollen diaper on instinct, unable to deny its sodden state. She was truly at a loss. Not only was Sarah acting like nothing was different about her, but she was also totally treating her like a baby…not that she hated it, but something about the way Sarah was acting felt off.

Sarah, however, saw nothing out of the ordinary. Just her bratty Little up to her usual morning antics. Lifting the covers, she stood up from the bed and walked over to Jane with her hands out, “So cranky this morning! Don’t worry, Mommy will make it aaaaaall better.”

As Sarah got close, the intimidation that Jane felt only grew with each step. Why was her heart beating like this? Sure, Sarah was Mommy, but she was her wife first. Surely how freaked out she was acting would tell Sarah that something was wrong. She had the right idea, just the wrong result.

Picking Jane up off the ground and cradling her near her chest, Sarah giggled and shook her head, “You must want out of that mooshy diapee really bad, don’t you? Such a fussy baby girl!” She leaned in and pressed her nose to Jane’s.

Jane blushed hard as Sarah carried her out of the bedroom and towards the nursery. She wiggled a bit in Sarah’s arms, testing a theory that appeared to be true. Not only was she much smaller than her mommy-wife, but she was also much weaker too. She lifted her arm up to her eyes and examined it with her opposing hand, confirming her hypothesis that her arm no longer had any muscle in it now, at least compared to the light toning she had built up over several years.

Entering the nursery, Sarah set Jane down on the changing table and made quick work of her ward. She’d always been a top-tier diaper changer, but she felt even more in command than usual as she flew through the process with exceptional efficiency.

Meanwhile, Jane was in awe over how quick and unsexy this diaper change was. Usually, Mommy loved to tease her with extra powder or lengthy lotion sessions. However, her wife didn’t seem to be interested in playing around, instead moving with the speed and intensity of a mother on a mission.

Despite the fact that this changing was far less erotic than their usual play together, Jane couldn’t help but wind up morbidly aroused by the whole process. This wasn’t the Big-Little play that she and Sarah were accustomed to. Sarah was actually treating her like a baby, something that drove her humiliation kink wild.

All the while, none of this explained why Sarah didn’t see anything wrong with her current elevation. “Umm…honey?” asked Jane nervously, “A-are you sure you don’t notice anything different?”

“Hmmm…” Sarah mockingly tapped her chin as she set the baby powder down, “Nope! Still the same cute little button that you were when I first adopted you!”

Adopted?! Jane went to sit up. Whatever joke was being played needed to end immediately. However, as she tried to spin her legs off the table, Sarah grabbed onto her, preventing her from leaving.

“And just where do you think you’re going, lil’ miss?” asked Sarah, with a half-joking, half-serious tone.

Jane instantly recognized this tone. Normally, it was used to tease her for doing something naughty, like that time she snuck in some jelly beans at the supermarket. Only this time, there wasn’t the same sense of irony about it. Regardless, she was far too concerned with her height to want to continue any sort of roleplaying, “Listen, Sarah, I’m getting a little bit weirded out and-mmmmmf!” 

Jane’s words were cut off as Sarah shoved a pacifier in between her lips. “I think that’s enough big girl words out of you for now. Mommy will let you play as much as you want to, but she needs to finish, okay?” she said with a heavy dollop of condescension.

Spitting out the paci, Jane was growing furious. Sarah had always been so respectful towards her. Something was very wrong, “Stop, stop! I’m not playing anymoreeeeEEEE!!” Suddenly, Jane felt herself being flipped over onto her stomach. With no delay whatsoever, her diligent Mommy began to smack her butt with rapid intensity. “OW! Sarah, wait! OW!”

“At first I thought you were just being a grumpy gill, but now I see you’re itching for some firm discipline with this awful behavior of yours,” said Sarah as she continued to redden Jane’s backside.

Equally red were Jane’s cheeks, which were inflamed with a unique embarrassment that Jane had truly never felt before, especially with Sarah. She was totally helpless. With her size and strength depleted, she no longer could physically stop her Mommy. And reasoning with her clearly wasn’t an option either. Her stubby fingers clawed at the edges of the workbench turned changing table, with tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “S-stop! Pwease!” she said, her words starting to slur a bit, “I’m s-sowwy, Mommy!”

Sarah ceased her assault on Jane’s rear as she heard her baby girl’s sorrowful plea. She rolled her onto her back again and came in close for a gentle hug, “There, there. Mommy is sorry she had to be so mean. She doesn’t like to punish you, you know? But sometimes, it’s what has to be done.” With no more words, she re-powdered Jane’s butt and taped the new diaper on properly.

All Jane could do was lay in place quivering as Sarah finished up, a mixture of panic and intense sexual frustration building up inside of her. Was this some sort of game that Sarah was playing? To give her the true baby experience or something? She wasn’t at all bratty yesterday in spite of her disappointment.

“All done! Upsy Daisy!” elated Sarah as she lifted Jane up from the table and held her against her hip.

Instinctually, Jane wrapped her legs around Sarah, blushing as she was so short that her feet just barely touched. She was then carried over to the nursery’s closet, which was loaded with all of her blushiest outfits. It was to be expected that Sarah would dress her up in something from her infantile collection, but with how the morning had gone so far, she wasn’t sure she could handle any more humiliation.

Lowering Jane’s feet onto the carpet, Sarah began to look through the various outfits in the closet, leaving Jane in nothing but a diaper. “Oooh! This is perfect!” she said excitedly, as she turned around with her outfit selection in hand. It was the adorable mini dress that Jane and she had picked out online together. It was a pink corset dress with a high-waisted, built-in skirt. “Arms up, baby girl!”

Begrudgingly, Jane realized there was no arguing with Sarah right now. The stinging sensation still resonating from her booty was more than enough to remind her of that fact. She raised her arms and looked down at the floor, her face far too crimson to look at her wife’s gorgeous eyes. “Sar-er…Mommy, h-how tall do you think I am?” she asked timidly, clinging to whatever hope she had left that Sarah would finally become aware of her sudden shift in height.

Alas, Sarah could only giggle as she yoinked the pajama top off of Jane’s body, causing the bashful girl to cover her naked breasts with her arms. She ruffled Jane’s hair and said, “Hmmm…does baby Jane think she’s grown again? We just measured you yesterday, but I suppose another height check isn’t out of the question. We need to finish getting you dressed first though, girly. Arm up again!”

Jane’s arms were pried away from her chest, leaving her fully exposed in nothing but a diaper as Sarah forced her arms over her head. She’d felt small a lot today so far. Heck, she WAS small! But standing in front of her devoted wife in nothing but a diaper as her head barely made it up to the top of her wife’s stomach made her feel utterly microscopic.

Thankfully, Sarah didn’t dilly dally on dressing Jane up. Soon the outfit was sliding down her body, the polyester blend of the fabric felt soft and smooth against her skin. She hated to admit it, but she did really love this dress.

With the dress fully on, Jane was suddenly reminded of just how short and revealing the dress was. The skirt had barely made it to the waistband of her diaper before she shrunk, so she had hoped the extra loss of inches would be enough to conceal her padding. And yet, even with her new munchkin-level status, the stupid skirt was nowhere near long enough.

“There we go! All dressed and ready for a fun-filled day,” said Sarah patted her fully-clothed Little on the bottom, causing her to squeak out a small “eeep!” She grabbed Jane by the wrist and led her over to the door frame of the nursery, “Now standstill, and no tippy-toes this time.”

Much to Jane’s shock, the wall next to the door was filled with tick marks that just the other day were nowhere to be seen, all of which had her within the same one to two-inch range that she stood at now. Sarah matted her hair down and placed a small pencil above her head, making her new mark.

“Hehe, looks like you’re headed in the opposite direction, sweet pea,” teased Sarah, as she pulled Jane into her arms, turning her to face the new tick mark, which was only about a millimeter lower than the lowest marking.

Jane’s heart was thumping like a jackrabbit. Not only was she stuck at this height for some unknown reason, but the world around her seemed to think her current stature was perfectly normal. She didn’t know what else today could have in store for her, but odds were that it was all downhill from here.

TO BE CONTINUED…