The Goddess of Diapers
The life of a God or Goddess has never been easy or simple. Born as celestial beings, they have been the architects for much of the grand timeline’s existence. However, as years progressed and societies were built only to crumble and be replaced, their roles have greatly diminished, with many abandoning the idea of a single correct timeline several millennia ago.
With more and more secular, self-governing societies popping up, this left many Gods and Goddesses without a role or purpose to fulfill. Aife was one such Goddess.
As one of the younger Goddess’s in existence, Aife was never able to experience the once far-reaching glory of the Gods. She’d never known worship on a large scale; never been called for in a time of need. And yet, every morsel of her being craved those things, to feel the rush of having a grand purpose amongst the stars.
Eventually, having tired of her aimless existence, Aife left her homeworld behind, determined to wander through the multiverse until she could enact her greatest dream. To rule over civilization as any proper Goddess should.
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“Another dud,” said Aife, sighing in frustration and brushing her luscious, red hair away from her eyes. This was her 12,368th bust in a row. Maybe her parents were right, maybe societies had been built up to the point where all-powerful beings had no place in them. She’d gotten close a few times, but with over half of a population with their head buried in some device or another, it was nigh impossible to garner enough attention to enact her domination.
Still, Aife was determined to press on. Eventually, she’d find somewhere to settle down so she could begin being worshipped for all eternity. She could already see it now, rows upon rows of dutiful citizens all kneeling before her as she stepped out of her golden palace wearing only the finest clothing. With a wave of her wrist, she could perform whatever miracles were requested. And all would dote affection on her for it. Just thinking about her illustrious future was enough to make her giddy.
As she flew through the cosmos, Aife listened to the voices from countless worlds, many of whom were reaching out for someone, anyone to answer their plea. She almost felt bad for mortals. They lived such short and often meaningless lives. To think so many were willing to exist without serving something grander than themselves. And yet, in their darkest moments, so many would call out for help as if a God they didn’t pray to would ever answer their desperate cries.
However, these cries were not completely useless. After several centuries of gallivanting through the multiverse, Aife had learned to follow where the voices amplify. To find a large congregation of people with such bold and unrequited needs. And while her 12,368 failures were daunting, she had a good feeling about her next stop.
Many centuries and timelines had passed since Aife’s last visit to a small planet known as Earth, a name Aife felt was as basic as they come. All in all, it was a considerably dull world with equally dull sentient lifeforms. Humans, as they called themselves, were naturally slow-witted creatures, which made them easy to control. That ease of control had made it a popular hot spot for higher beings, many of whom were still arguing over the domain to this day.
However, this time was sure to be different. Despite the wealth of Gods overseeing Earth, they no longer possessed the command that they once had, with only a few prominent ones remaining. And their focus was on appeasing their patrons, thus leaving a gaping hole wide open for a new, spunky Goddess to worm her way into the hearts and souls of the population at large.
Not only that, but several timeline anomalies had been occurring with this version of Earth in particular. Certainly odd for a planet as unevolved as this one. “I wonder if they’ve come to a consensus on whether or not their planet is a sphere,” she muttered to herself, scoffing at the simplicities of humans.
Arriving at her destination, Aife went straight for the area of the planet where the largest contingency of people crying out for help was centered. As she broke through the ominous cloud cover that faded into fog, she was surprised to see large structures that were so tall, they touched the sky. This was not the simple land that she remembered from her previous visit.
Aife arrived at the ground in between two of the massive steel structures, sensing the voices inside of them. “Human’s appear to have condensed and repopulated at a rapid pace,” she thought, amused by her incorrect assertion that humans would forever remain a mentally dormant species.
Oddly enough, though, in spite of the fact that the sun was at its highest point in the sky, no one appeared to be out and about. It was almost like a ghost town. She ventured through the streets and paths, encountering several small animals and empty storefronts, but no people. “Why was everyone hiding inside?” she pondered, still able to feel the presence of hundreds of thousands of people.
Aife continued to walk until she came upon a large cemental wall that was taller than some buildings. It stretched across the city so far that she couldn’t see the end of it. Flying up briefly, she looked out over the large city, shocked to notice the wall created an enclosed half-circle that stretched out to a neighboring body of water. “What is going on?”
If Aife was going to figure any of this out, she was going to need to find someone to talk to. She floated back to the ground and made her way into one of the nearby buildings. Using her keen senses, she narrowed in on an apartment with someone who was desperately crying out for help.
KNOCK KNOCK
As Aife waited for someone to answer the door, she looked over at the wall near the apartment door, which held a bulletin board on it. The whole board had been cleared save for one piece of paper. It read, “Attention Chicago citizens! Evacuations will cease on October 10th at midnight. If you are unaffected by the AB Condition, please make your way to your nearest quarantine checkpoint. And remember, no matter what you see, do not laugh!”
CLICK
The moment Aife finished reading the door clicked open, squeaking as it swayed with little force. Seconds later, a pair of silk mitten-covered hands planted themselves down in the hallway, soon followed by the face of an adult woman peeking out from around the wall. She wore a wide, frilly bonnet on her head made of the same pink, silky fabric that encased her hands. “H-Hewwo?” she stuttered.
Needless to say, Aife was speechless. Why was this woman crawling on the floor and what the void was she wearing?!
As the woman fully entered the hallway, Aife couldn’t help but notice the large, fluffy diaper taped around her waist. The short dress she was wearing did absolutely nothing to hide its well-used state, with a swollen, yellow front and a lumpy, brown backside prominently on display. She attempted to stand up on her feet, which, of course, had a pair of pink booties on them. Woefully, the woman’s legs were far too unstable for such a feat, sending her backward onto her mushy tush.
Aife cringed at the splat sound the woman’s nappy made, soon followed by her fingers pinching her nose closed as the smell finally reached her. “A-are you okay?” she asked, inching forward as the woman struggled to return to a sitting position. Again, this was something easier said than done, given the poofy pillow attached to her rear. Eventually, the frustration of her prone, immobilized position finally got to her.
“WHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAA!!!”
All of a sudden, Aife was hit with a choice, to continue plugging her nose, or to make the pungent sacrifice to save her eardrums. The woman began to cry at an alarming volume.
Meanwhile, the Goddess was practically frozen in place, unable to decide if she should help this poor woman somehow or run out of this building and never look back. “Was this what that bulletin meant by the AB Condition?” she contemplated, her mind racing with thoughts about what on Earth could’ve caused this. This planet at this point in time possessed no inherent magical capabilities, nor was it advanced enough yet for technology to cause something like this. Undoubtedly, she was looking at a fully grown adult woman. And yet, here she was, whaling on the floor in a poopy pamper.
Using her powers as a Goddess to read this woman’s mind, she was stunned by the sheer lack of complex thoughts or active memories swimming around. Even many of her base memories appeared to be locked behind some sort of subconscious wall. She basically knew how to do three things: eat, sleep, and use her diapers.
Unfortunately, the cries of the infantile woman were loud enough to attract several of her neighbors, all of whom were surprised to see a fully grown woman sans a diaper. “W-Who awe you?” asked a man wearing an outfit not too dissimilar from the woman bawling her eyes out on the floor, much to his own embarrassment.
Stabilizing her thoughts, Aife snapped out of the mental stupor she was in. She was a Goddess, for goodness sake! So what if humans seem…a bit more docile than she remembered them being. Simple minds were the easiest to please, after all.
Fueled by her insatiable ego, Aife's bemused expression soon turned into a proud smirk. She announced herself, “Attention, um…citizens! Your salvation is here!” Everyone in earshot, including the woman sobbing on the floor, turned to look at her in all of her Godly glory. “My name is Aife and I am your new Goddess!”
Aife marched up to the woman on the ground, extending a gentle hand to wipe away the poor woman’s tears. This was her moment. Sure, there were only a dozen or so people present, but if she could perform a miracle, even a simple one, others would surely follow. She waved her hand over the woman’s face, materializing a binky in her mouth. She didn’t actually have to wave her hand to perform her Goddess abilities, but she found it helped to give simple brained lifeforms a visual cue. “Much better,” she said, holding back a fit of giggles. The last thing she needed was for anyone to peg her as a cruel Goddess, “Now, would you like me to take care of your other issue.”
The woman nodded vehemently as Aife gestured to her overly-ripe diaper. Clearly, she wanted out of her stinky undergarment as much as Aife wanted to stop smelling it. With a second wave of her hand, Aife reversed time on only the diaper, allowing for the bodily waste to disappear in a matter of seconds, “There we go! All better now,” she stated proudly, giving the woman a few pats on the head.
A chorus of “oohs” and “awws” echoed throughout the hallway. Everyone present to witness Aife’s miracle was beyond impressed that someone could give a diaper change without actually changing a diaper. The man who had spoken up earlier was the first to inch his way over to her, lowering his head as he crawled up to her legs. With his head down, he asked, “C-Can yous cwean my diapee pwease, Miwth Aife?”
With a warm smile and an even warmer heart, Aife placed a gentle hand on his hair, ruffling it slightly, “Of course, I can, mortal one. And please, call me Goddess Aife.”
“Okie, Gawdessh Aife,” he said with perhaps the world’s most adorable lisp. As Aife turned the clocks back on his messy pampers, her mind was overcome with disbelief. Was this it? Did she finally find a place where she could rule as the all-powerful Goddess that she was always meant to be? She didn’t know what was to come, but with the way things were getting started, she was excited to get to work.
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A week had passed since Aife’s arrival in a post-babified Chicago and had been a very productive week for the young Goddess. Soon after garnering her first followers, she made a point to learn as much as possible about the current state of the human world. As it turned out, just over half of one of the largest cities in America was overcome by something known as “the AB Condition."
In essence, the AB Condition attacked the areas of the brain associated with long-term memory, motor functions, and cognitive recognition. The condition also had a materialistic side effect. Normal clothes of any kind would instantly be turned into infantile clothing the moment they were put on to become anyone affected by the condition.
Worst of all, the AB Condition was contagious, which was the part that Aife had the hardest time wrapping her head around. The condition was not viral, nor was it spread via contact or through the air. The cause of the outbreak was, bizarrely enough, laughter. That at least explained the bulletin post that Aife saw.
The idea of laughter-induced mental regression was certainly not something that could’ve been caused by standard Earthly means. Something mystical had to be at play here, though Aife was still unable to grasp who or what it could be. She just thanked her lucky stars that she was able to hold in her giggles during her first encounter, though, she was pretty sure a human condition would have no effect on her anyway.
Additionally, the other thing Aife couldn’t seem to figure out. As far as she could tell, there was no way to cure someone’s AB Condition. Once they were under the spell of the condition, there was no way to permanently bring them back. If she managed to use all of her stored energy, she could restore someone to their previous mental state, but only for a few minutes at a time. In a way, she found this far crueler than just leaving the infected as they were, but once word broke out across the masses, many flocked for a chance to leave messages to loved one’s who had managed to escape a diapered fate.
Many more, however, came to Aife for a much different reason. Something else she had learned about this world was that, even beyond the cement barrier that surrounded much of the greater Chicago area, diapers, in general, had become a much bigger trend. If her calculations were correct, and they were never wrong, then nearly 1 in 4 people wore padding on at least a semi-regular basis.
At the present, though, Aife would have to put any further research on hold, for hundreds of diapered sissies were slowly, but surely, crawling their way through the streets of downtown Chicago, all for the chance to spend a private moment with their patron saint.
“H-Hewwo Gawdessh Aife. Can I habe a new twicycwe an a diapee change pwease,” asked the mortal woman currently in Aife’s presence. As far as miracles go, those affected by the AB Condition were incredibly easy to satisfy.
The diaper the woman had on was a bright, yet discolored purple diaper that sagged low between her thighs. With a superior smile, Aife stood over the woman and waved her hand, performing her most common trick. As her wrist twisted in a semi-circle motion, the woman felt the mess within her pampers disappear as her purple diaper returned to its original, pristine condition. With an exaggerated smile, she wept with joy, “Ish twue! Yous weawwy awe a Gawdessh!”
“Yes my dear,” said Aife, savoring the praise that was heaped onto her as if it were the first time. She would truly never tire of this, “When you arrive home, you’ll find your new tricycle waiting for you.”
The woman nodded enthusiastically, “Yesh, Gawdessh!” She then turned around and crawled out with her head held high.
Aife leaned back in her chair, happy to be finished with her final miracle for the day. As fun as it was, it was also exhausting. She never used to look forward to the quiet times of her day, but now they never felt long enough. Still, she couldn’t complain. She was getting everything she ever dreamed of.
“Having fun, are we?”
A feminine voice suddenly caught Aife off guard. She quickly scanned the area but saw no one. “Who’s there?” she asserted with a confident tone. As far as she could tell, there wasn’t a single celestial being watching after this timeline of Earth anymore, and no mere mortal could hope to oppose her. Regardless of her posturing, though, she couldn’t help but feel a pit of nerves growing in her stomach.
FLASH!
Without warning, a wave of light erupted from the center of Aife’s private chambers, forcing the Goddess to avert her eyes. When the light faded, a woman with bright red hair not too dissimilar from Aife’s was standing in her presence. And she did not appear amused, scowling at the young Goddess with her arms crossed. “Well, this is certainly an unprecedented development. Tell me, what is a Goddess doing on my timeline?”
Aife was stunned into silence. From what she could tell, the woman before her was fully human. How could she have teleported into her chambers? There wasn’t even the faintest hint of mana usage. She stood up from her throne glaring down at the shorter human. “Don’t you know who I am?! I’m the celestial Goddess, Aife, and you will treat me with the utmost respect when you address me, human! Begone from my presence at once!” she commanded, her voice booming throughout the chamber.
However, instead of cowering in fear as any good human should, this woman stood defiant. She chuckled hardily, unable to control her fiendish mockery, “Oh dear, you are quite the character, aren’t you? Look, I’ve had a long day and have no interest in playing games. I paid a lot of credits to have this timeline of Earth to myself and I don’t intend on sharing it with some homeless Goddess who thinks presiding over a few hundred thousand baby brains makes her powerful somehow. In this timeline, I’m known as Master, and as long as you’re in my domain, your so-called followers will always be under my control.”
Flabbergasted beyond words, Aife was unsure of what to do. No one had ever dared speak to her like that. She pointed her finger at the antagonizing woman, planning to smite her for her insolence. “No one talks to Goddess Aife that way!” she shouted confidently. As she willed her powers to do away with this mortal pest, though, she was shocked to find that nothing happened.
“What’s wrong? Having trouble getting it up, Miss Goddess?” asked Master in a sarcastic tone. She snickered viciously, “I’ll let you off the hook one time, gOdDeSs AiFe. I won’t say how, but I can strip you of your powers at will. As I said, this is my timeline and I paid good credits for complete control of it. You got a problem with it, take it up with someone who cares-”
“SILENCE!” yelled Aife, cutting off Master as her patience for this woman evaporated completely. “If you think you can get away with speaking to a high being such as myself, you’ve got another thing com-”
“Wait…what happened? Wasn’t I just talking?” thought Aife as her speech came to a sudden halt. She willed herself to reopen her mouth but found it was out of her control. She soon noticed that it wasn’t just her mouth that wouldn’t obey her commands. Her body refused to move as well. She was frozen in place by some unknown force. Not magic, not celestial powers. It was something different entirely. Something she had never felt before. For the first time in all of her existence, she had encountered a type of power completely foreign to her.
Master strode up to the Goddess, pushing her back down onto her throne and bending down so that she was at the same eye level. “Listen here, Goddess. I really don’t care what you do within these walls. As long as you keep your miracles inside the Chicago containment zone, you and I will have no problems. But, if you try that shit anywhere else, I’ll make you wish you never existed. Do we understand each other?”
Enraged, Aife had no intention of agreeing to anything this woman said. However, given the offer to rule over the area, she realized it would probably be best to play along, even if only temporarily. Once she had the support of the entire metropolitan area, she could slowly roll out her peaceful takeover to other areas.
Feeling her jaw come to life again, Aife responded begrudgingly, “Fine, but I don’t want you watching my actions within these walls. It is the job of Goddesses such as myself to observe, not to be observed.”
“Deal. I’ll relinquish my control of this area to you once I take my leave,” said Master. She snapped her fingers, starting a fire at her feet. The fire slowly consumed her, causing her body to disappear as the flames moved upward. Just before she vanished from Aife’s presence completely, she gave one final warning, “By the way, I don’t want to step on your toes or anything, but I feel I should point something out to you.”
“And what’s that?” said Aife, beyond finished with this conversation.
Master grinned wickedly with a glint in her eyes, “Time can erase what your followers do to their diapers, but don’t forget, all that poop has to go somewhere.” She giggled one last time, before waving goodbye and vanishing into thin air.
With Master finally gone, Aife sighed with relief. Even though she couldn’t deny what her eyes had just seen, she couldn’t fathom how a single human could become so powerful that they could lord over an entire timeline. It was unheard of.
Retiring to her sleeping quarters, Aife went to bed that night, mentally scoffing at the arrogant woman’s warning. “aLl ThAt PoOp HaS tO gO sOmEwHeRe. Whatever! By the time the Earth finishes one rotation around the sun, this planet and its inhabitants will belong to me and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.”
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At last, it was Aife’s big moment to shine. After weeks of offering miracles, aka baby toy bribes and diaper changes, she had earned the trust of the vast majority of the municipality. To give thanks, the ABs, as she took to calling them, decided to put on a banquet in her honor.
As a celestial being, Aife was immortal, and therefore had no need for mortal sustenance. Still, it was their first mass offering to her and her ego would never let her pass up this opportunity. Plus, she could look like a merciful God when she shared her food with everyone. It was almost too easy, like taking candy from a…well, you get the idea.
Escorted by several dozen devoted followers, Aife was marched through the city on parade. The attention and adoration filled her heart to full capacity. This was everything she ever wanted and more. Sure, they were showering her with stuffies instead of flowers, but this was a minor detail.
Eventually, Aife and her gathering made their way into the heart of Chicago and entered what was formerly known as the Aragon Theatre. “Wewcomb, my Gawdessh,” said the first AB to greet her at the door. She nodded to them and placed a hand on their head before heading into the theatre.
Stepping into the grand hall, Aife was struck by how magnificent the concert venue was. The glory of its classic architecture had been preserved with such majesty. She wasn’t sure if this was intentional or not, but the cosmically decorated ceiling was a nice touch.
A small crowd of ABs escorted her through the hall and up onto the stage, where a large banquet table was set out. The spread was nearly the length of the stage and filled with goodies. Sweets, treats, and culinary confections lined the table. It was a sea of cakes, cookies, and other dreamy desserts. While Aife didn’t NEED to eat per se, she did have quite the sweet tooth. Her following had done well.
Aife couldn’t just say that, though. “Thank you,” she said in a near monotone voice, not allowing her excitement to get the better of her. Maintaining superiority was of the highest concern.
The moment Aife sat in her throne-like chair, the hall began to fill with diaper wearers, all packing themselves in like sardines to catch a glimpse of the Goddess’s celebration. Snapping her fingers, Aife materialized a set of cameras to hover around the room, providing a direct feed to every citizen of bordered Chicago. Clearing her throat, she began her opening address, “My dearly beloved congregants, I am humbled by your offering today. Take joy in knowing that your efforts are greatly appreciated. And rest assured, your Goddess has no intention of leaving any time sooOOoon.”
All of a sudden, Aife felt a strange sensation well up inside of her guts. It was a feeling she was unfamiliar with, so it took her by surprise. It wasn’t impossible to suppress, though. Writing it off as nerves, she took a deep breath and recovered her speech with a grand finish, “As your Goddess commands, let the feast commence!”
Rapturous applause broke out across the theatre and the city as denizens from across the enclosed area went wild for their Goddess’s kind words. They were so enamored by her that seldom few even noticed her on stage flub.
Aife moved to return to her throne, when a group of eight followers stepped onto the stage from the wings, carrying with them a large, golden box. The spread was one thing, but shiny things were Aife’s kryptonite. Her mind raced with what could be inside, “A necklace! No! A crown! Please be a crown!”
Two of the ABs kneeled before Aife, allowing the others to rest the golden box on their backs. As they opened the box, though, Aife’s expression shifted from anticipation to slight disappointment. Stationed inside was indeed something gold, just not something the red-headed Goddess ever intended to wear. It was a large, golden diaper.
“Eheh, um…thank you for this…offering,” said Aife, cringing her way through a fake smile. She reached forward to grab it, but the box was quickly pulled away. Moments later, another crowd of ABs rushed over and laid a soft, purple mat down on the stage, while several others stood by holding various changing supplies.
Flushing a brilliant pink, Aife was faced with a choice, to offend her newly gained congregants and refuse their offering, or to let them put the stupid diaper on her and keep them happy. As much as she didn’t want to, she knew everything would go far smoother if she wore the damned thing.
Straightening herself up, Aife cracked a faint, pleasing smile and laid herself down on the changing mat. Since she didn’t wear panties beneath her silk harem pants, it made the process quite simple. Once her pants were out of the way, two of the ABs lifted her long, buttery smooth legs and slid the cushiony diaper under her butt. In less than a minute, they had her lotioned, powdered, and taped up. Quick work for a bunch of uncoordinated ABs.
Sitting up on the mat, Aife used all of her might to hold back any further blushing, nodding in thanks to her diaper team and moving back to her throne. The small poof sound that was created when she sat did not go unnoticed by her in the slightest.
Oddly enough, Aife did have to admit the diaper was pretty comfortable. It was like having a seat cushion strapped to her hips, so not the most unpleasant thing in the world. Investigating the diaper closer, she noticed a small logo on the side of it. “CrissBaby Diaper Co? Must be one of those diaper companies that popped up recently,” she thought flippantly.
Finally, now that she was properly padded, Aife could dig in and enjoy the delectable spread before letting those in her presence have their fill. Absolutely nothing would ruin this amazing day.
GRUUUUUUUMMMMMBBBBLLLEE!!!!
The whole theatre suddenly went silent as a loud rumble echoed throughout the concert hall at such a volume that it shook the Earth beneath them. And at the grumble’s epicenter was Aife, clutching her bloated stomach. Sweat dripped down her forehead as her insides were churning with sensations that were completely unknown to her.
Looking to reassure the crowd that everything was okay, Aife stood up to make an announcement. “It’s okay, everyone. Your Goddess is…just hungry!” she said, covering for her ungodly bodily noises.
Unfortunately, standing up took pressure off of her rear, something she didn ’t know was aiding her greatly. Moments after standing, a sharp ping ran from her belly through her intestines. She wanted to run, to hide, to be anywhere else other than where she was. However, the pain that her insides were in was too great to move. All at once, the all-powerful Goddess lost control.
BLOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRTTTT!!!!
A giant wave of brown mush sprung forth from Goddess Aife’s rear, landing squarely inside of her golden diaper. The impact was enough to send her falling back into her throne, landing with a gnarly squelch as her diaper continued to rapidly expand.
Jaws dropped all around the Chicago area. Not only was their Goddess messing her new diaper, she was experiencing the mother of all messes as her shiny padding sagged down to the stage floor and continued to spread itself out.
Soon, Aife’s over-filled nappy was pressing up against the banquet table, pushing it forward until it was shoved off the front of the stage. No longer was anything obstructing the view of the Goddess’s shamefully glorious diaper.
All the while, Aife was completely mortified. The color in her cheeks went from pink to a deep red, helpless to stop the rush of mush piling into her plastic pamper. Surprisingly, though, the diaper showed no signs of straining as if the thing was growing while being filled.
The audience had never seen such a magnificent display. In their minds, this only cemented by Aife was their one, true Goddess. Only a true Goddess could fill a diaper no mortal could ever hope to surpass. Starting softly, but quickly growing, the audience went into a frenzy, clapping and cheering not just in the theatre, but throughout all of Chicago.
“N-No! T-This isn’t…UUUGGGHHH!!!” shouted Aife before another round of cramps overtook her. Her diaper spilled off of the stage and into the audience, where several of the ABs began to poke, prod, and climb on top of her girthy diaper.
Locked into her throne by the overwhelming weight of her diaper that showed no signs of ceasing its rate of growth, Aife could do nothing but sit and watch helplessly as her dreams came true in the worst way possible.
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…and as Aife wept on her throne, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she truly was the Goddess of Diapers. THE END.
“There, I-I’m all finished,” said CrissieBaby, her heart racing as Master stood over her shoulder, watching her type. While Master could technically check in on her at any time, this was the first time she’d ever been present in her nursery while she wrote. It was equal parts nerve-wracking and titillating. Still, the “why” of all of this was weighing heavy in her mind. “So, who is this Goddess Aife person?”
Master chuckled, “Just a pest that needed to be dealt with. I’m sure once everything you wrote in your wonderful story comes true, she’ll be far too nervous to carry out any further conquest plans anytime soon.” She leaned over Crissie’s chair and wrapped her arms around her, “In my world, we have no room for Gods and Goddesses. This timeline is ours and no one will tell us what to do.”
Before Crissie could say anything else, Master plopped a binky inside of her mouth, “Now, how about we forget about that meanie Goddess and have some playtime, just the two of us.”
Too distracted by the chance to play with Master, Crissie’s mind voided itself of all suspicious thoughts. She quickly submitted her new story and logged off, happy to have such a sweet and loving Master.
THE END.