Chapter 1 - A Slumber Party

  Amanda was a slut, and she was fine with that. Not just any slut, though. For her, the creme de la creme was humiliation. Submission, surrender, anything and everything about it, and it didn’t take her long to find others like her when she got to college.

  It was a little awkward at first, as these things can be. It was even more daunting to find herself surrounded exclusively by women; up until this point, her sexual exploits had mostly involved men. In the end, though, it really didn’t matter who was calling her a helpless slut. In fact, she found the arrangement more preferable. As the five of them got to know each other better, they became good friends. The girl with the short, straight hair dyed black with the amazing curves evolved from a description to Dani, one of her best friends. The skinny brunette with freckles everywhere was Anna. The blond and the punk with bright blue hair couldn’t have seemed more different at first; they looked like the stereotypical southern prep with huge tits and the punk who couldn’t get through the airport on account of all her piercings, but the two got along so well that it soon became hard to think of them separately; it was never just Sam, never just Jess, always Sam and Jess.

  What had been awkward, nearly silent late-night encounters arranged weeks in advance soon became spur of the moment “sleepovers.” High-strung, tension-heavy moments of lust became a game: each member of this little club they’d created would be assigned a sub, and whoever came up with the best way of humiliating their charge would get to pick the assignments for the next installment. This was an especially high honor for a number of reasons, but it mostly came about because arguments had a habit of breaking out over who would be Jess’s next victim. Whether you wanted it or not, Jess was by far the cruelest southern bell any of them could have imagined.

  Amanda had been the victor last time for introducing the group to hypnosis, and forcing Dani to dance like a stripper for their enjoyment. As they gathered at Jess’s house that evening, she was certain everyone there had been performing secret conditioning on their unsuspecting charges all week long.

  The lot of them were wearing comfy pajamas, as was protocol, and sitting in a circle on the floor of Jess’s living room. Well, except for Amanda. The victory throne had gotten more and more ridiculous over the past several months, and now consisted of an overly ornate arm chair they’d found at the dump bedazzled with plastic jewels. One of the legs had been missing, and in its place was a stack of textbooks that had been graciously donated by every member of the club (except Sam, who wanted to keep hers in pristine condition). Amanda also sported a burger king crown decorated with more plastic jewels, a cape fashioned from a hair clip and a blanket, and a scepter born from the remains of a broken hockey stick found in a dumpster and adorned with a giant, black, floppy dildo they had received as a “free gift” from one of many online sex toy realtors.

  “I hereby call this meeting of the Horny Bitches Club to order,” Amanda proclaimed. The name of the club changed with every meeting, each one worse than the last. “Our first performance this fine evening comes” -she paused briefly- “courtesyofDani.”

  A few giggles and eye-rolls greeted Amanda’s terrible joke before Dani stood, gave an exaggerated bow, and said dramatically, “Of course, my lady.” She turned to Anna, who was squirming in anticipation, fear, and arousal all at once. Her freckles stood out against her flushing skin, her bright green eyes trained intently on her friend as she stalked toward her.

  Dani leaned close to her and whispered something, and Anna suddenly lost all composure. Her eyes widened briefly before she collapsed, face buried in the carpet and both hands on her crotch. Amanda, Jess, and Sam all let out bursts of shocked laughter, which only got worse after Sam shouted “She looks like a fainting goat!”

  They laughed to the point of tears as Anna fought briefly with her pajamas and underwear, before managing to gain easier access to herself. She’d found her way onto her back during the brief tussle with her clothing, her right hand working her clit while her left gripped at her modest chest. Panting and moaning, her back arched as she reached explosive orgasm in front of all of her friends and then laid back, panting like a dog, before she appeared to come to her senses.

  Even through her already flushed features, it was clear that she was blushing. Amanda laughed, mocking her friend plainly. She’d had no idea! No control at all, it was lovely. Anna shrank before her friends’ mockery, until Dani leaned in again, whispering.

  Once again, Anna’s features changed from embarrassed grimace to pure ecstasy, as she again began furiously masturbating. Dani stood up and said simply, “You’re welcome,” before returning to her seat, leaving Anna to herself.

  “You look awfully smug,” Sam said, side-eyeing Dani through her giggling. “Your highness, I would like to volunteer to knock miss Danielle down a peg or two.”

  Amanda straightened herself; Anna’s increasingly dramatic display had her enraptured. She was glad that she’d introduced the club to hypnosis, it added an entirely new dynamic to their normally bondage-filled sessions. “Of course, Sam. The floor is yours… as soon as Anna’s finished with it.”

  All eyes briefly returned to Anna, who was just finishing up her second loud, slutty orgasm. She quickly gathered herself and sat up, still blushing a little, though she made no move to gather her clothing off of the floor.

  Sam knelt in front of Dani and began undoing the buttons of her pajama shirt. Dani, who had been sitting with the sort of smug self-satisfaction one normally finds in people who have no idea what they’re in for, began to slowly become completely enraptured with the show in front of her. As soon as the silver bars in Sam’s nipples became visible, Dani’s tongue lolled out of her mouth. If Amanda had compared Anna to a panting dog before, Dani was really making a show of it.

  Dani’s hands went to her mouth immediately, as though she were trying to cram her tongue back in. She opened her mouth as though she wanted to say something, but only barks came out. Amanda was enraptured as Dani tried to stand and fell onto all fours.

  “Now comes the fun part,” Sam said, pulling a dog collar with a shiny silver tag from her pocket. Dani began to crawl away, but Sam slipped the collar around her neck, and suddenly Dani was gone. Sam stepped back and Dani followed, panting and making no effort to hide it. Amanda cackled as Dani turned and began to back herself toward Sam, ass held high like a bitch in heat.

  Sam obliged her new pet, sliding her fingers inside Dani’s vagina. As Dani stimulated herself, occasionally yelping horny little yelps, Jess asked “I don’t suppose we could leave her like that for a while, could we?”

  When Sam removed her hand from Dani’s sex, she immediately crawled over to Anna and repeated the process, shoving her ass in her friend’s face. Anna laughed and said “I think this would get annoying after a while, don’t you?”

  “I think we can all have what we want,” Sam said as she bent over, removing the collar from around Dani’s neck. As Dani came to her senses, Sam straightened herself and, turning to Amanda, asked “Your royal highness, as lady Danielle has already demonstrated her abilities, would you be at all averse to the possibility of allowing her to remain in this state a little longer?”

  Amanda looked down upon the mortified image of Dani, blushing a deep red and fighting to keep her tongue in her mouth. Amanda’s hand began to drift towards her own crotch as she said “Of course, no harm d-” her hand stopped at the waistband of her pajama bottoms, her fingertips brushing something… plastic? The thought left her mind as soon as it had entered, and her hand returned to her lap. “Ahem, yeah, fuck it. As long as she has a safe… bark.”

  Dani barked. Sam replied in her stead, “She can still say the safe word, no worries.”

  Amanda nodded - safe words are very important - and stood. “Since it looks like we’re going in order tonight, I’ll show Sam what I’ve learned since last time.” Sam put her hands on her hips, her face failing to betray an ounce of self-consciousness or anxiety. Amanda lifted her shirt over her head: every eye in the room was focused on Sam’s smug face, and so while they saw her glance down and balk slightly at something near Amanda’s midriff, they were much more interested in the expression she treated them to in the instant after: sheer awe, absolute adoration. She knelt before Amanda as she shifted her pajama bottoms back into place, eyes locked on Amanda’s breasts.

  “My God,” she whispered, “they’re beautiful.”

  While Amanda was relatively proud of her breasts, she knew that this reaction wasn’t typical. “Beg, slave,” she said to the slavering form kneeling before her, and Sam complied. She folded her hands in front of her, the smug punk attitude that had enveloped her moments before a distant memory.

  “Please, Amanda-”

  “Mistress.”

  “Of course, m-mistress- please, let me touch them, please, oh God-”

  Amanda held out a finger. “Give Dani some love, and we’ll talk.”

  Amanda had barely finished the command before Sam shot off towards Dani on her hands and knees, in too much of a hurry to even stand. Dani, who had been curled up near Anna, stood on all fours and presented herself to Sam, who began devouring her pussy with the ferocity of an addict. Anna laughed and applauded the show, Dani’s tongue hanging out of her mouth, eyes rolled up in her head.

  Amanda waited until Dani looked satisfied before recalling her little slave. Sam again shot across the floor to kneel at Amanda’s feet. “Now, mistress?”

  “Sure, go to town.” Sam sprung to her feet and shoved her face in between Amanda’s tits, nearly headbutting her chin in the process, earning her a peel of shocked laughter. Her hand went down the front of her pants as she began to moan and gyrate her hips. Amanda spread her arms in a ‘beat that’ sort of motion, before extracting Sam. Sam fought for a split second, before she realized what she was doing and stepped back. Amanda put her shirt back on, earning a moan of disappointment from Sam.

  As soon as Amanda’s breasts were back in her shirt, Sam’s expression changed again, from disappointed to mortified. She hid her reddening face with her hands and darted from the room. Amanda briefly wondered if her friend was okay, but knew that this was part of the evening’s festivities: she was probably just going to rub one off before returning.

  Sure enough, nobody else showed any real concern. Dani was slipping her pants back on, Sam’s influence having apparently left the room along with her. Anna was reclining, naked, on the floor, and Jess, who had been uncharacteristically quiet the whole night, was eyeing her. Amanda always had herself go last, so Jess knew it would be her turn now.

  “Should we wait for Sam?” Amanda asked, knowing Sam would want them to continue but also knowing that she’d give her a hard time if she didn’t ask.

  “Nah, I’m too excited,” said Anna in an exaggeratedly bored voice. She had shifted from a reclining position to lying spread-eagle on her back, giving them all an ample view of her vagina.

  Amanda laughed and replied “On with the show, then!” before returning to her throne.

  Anna, suddenly infused with energy, leapt to her feet and hopped over to her night bag, from which a dull clanging could be heard. She shuffled through her inventory of sexual supplies before emerging holding a tarnished, dented cowbell. Jess seemed to physically recoil, but then the emotion drained from her face. Sam returned in time to watch her girlfriend strip naked, revealing the leak-proof bra she was wearing under her shirt. She removed that too and collapsed onto all fours as Anna sauntered back into the circle, wearing nothing but a pair of overalls and a straw hat and carrying a metal bucket.

  Jess watched passively as Anna hung the cowbell from her neck, her already large breasts hanging from her chest, swollen with milk. “Looks lahk somebuddy’s ben holdin’ out on me,” Anna said in a horrible mockery of Jess’s southern accent. Amanda’s grin widened; the evening had been rather lacking in the way of performance, so this was a lovely change of pace.

  Anna slid the pale under Jess’s breasts. “Layet’s git you empty,” Anna said. Jess mooed passively in reply. Amanda was disappointed at first by Jess’s lack of performance, but once Anna began to milk her, Jess started to get into the act.

  Her moos of pleasure reached fever pitch almost immediately, orgasm after orgasm exploding from her mouth. Anna suggested somebody grab something to shut her up, to which Sam complied, lowering herself within range of Jess’s mouth. Muffled by pussy, Amanda became less worried about waking the neighbors and more worried about enjoying the spectacle. Again, however, she seemed to lose track of her hand as it entered her pants.

  Dani, however, had no such problem, and had joined in on the act. Having grabbed a strapon from her bag, she was now railing Jess from behind. Amanda simply watched the chaos instead, until Anna removed the now-full milk pail from beneath Jess, who subsequently collapsed into heavy breathing. Sam and Dani also seemed satisfied, but Amanda was still uncomfortably horny. Again her hand drifted, again she found it sitting on the arm of her chair, without any recollection of what had happened in between. Odd.
 
  She looked out at the panting remains of the orgy laid out before her. “I think we know who the winner is,” Anna declared, holding up the bounty of her work.

  “Ah still need to go,” said Jess as she strained to her feet, “and mahn’s the best one yet. Isn’t that right, Mandy?”

  Amanda jumped, the flicker of a memory flashing through her mind. “Uh, what?”

  Jess began to stalk towards Amanda, who suddenly felt very small. “Has anyone else been wonderin’ why our glorious leader hasn’t been gettin’ down and dirty with the rest of us this evenin’?”

  Every eye in the room was locked on Amanda. She shrank back into her throne- Jess could be really scary when she wanted to. “I-I was participating!”

  “That so?” Jess mocked. “Then why don’t you show us all that pretty kitty o’ yours, hm?”

  Amanda froze. The thought of taking off her pants filled her with dread, though she didn’t know why, exactly. She’d had sex with everyone in this room dozens of times, and yet…

  Something felt off, but before she could pin it down, Jess stripped off her pajama pants, revealing a pink goodnight, just her size. Everyone got a good look at princess Aurora smiling out at them as the wetness indicators began to change color.

  “Aw, is widdle Mandy having an accident?” taunted Jess. Amanda wanted to run away, but she was so horny. Whether it was the conditioning or the half-hour of intense sex she’d witnessed but had been unable to take part in, she just couldn’t take it anymore. Her hand pressed up against the front of her pullup, but before she could start, Jess pulled her hand away. Dani, Sam, and Anna had begun making baby noises at her, and Jess began leading her towards her bag.

  “Let’s get the baby all cleaned up,” she cooed. Amanda felt utterly powerless to do anything as Jess laid out a changing mat and removed her big-girl underw- removed the pullup and began to clean her, sprawled out on the floor. She wanted to resist, to say anything, but she just couldn’t.

  Dani kissed her cheek and gushed over how cute she was while Jess went to get a diaper. She had to make an active effort to keep herself from popping her thumb in her mouth; the more they treated her like a baby, the more she felt like one. And the more she felt like one…

  She felt a sudden surge of adrenaline at the realization, which didn’t help anything. Her breath was coming quicker; she had to make an active effort to keep her breaths slow, keep herself under control. It’s just a game, she thought. All she had to do was say the safe word if things got to be more than she was comfortable with, she knew that. But being uncomfortable was the point, wasn’t it?

  Her mind started to drift. She wanted to be here, to be humiliated. She could just give in, but that would defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it?

  Mandy was so caught up in her own thoughts that she hadn’t even noticed that Jess had returned until she was already lifting her butt off the ground, sliding a massively thick diaper underneath. “Try to keep this one clean, sweetie,” she said in a mocking tone. “Wouldn’t want you to get all wet again,” she said, taping the crinkly bulk into place and punctuating her statement with a firm push to her crotch.

  “Wouldn’t we, though?” asked Sam, leaning down into Mandy’s field of vision and kissing her deeply. Mandy put her hand against the padding of her diaper- she liked the funny little pictures of animals on the front, she thought- and started humping her hand. When Sam pulled away, Mandy went to put her thumb where Sam’s tongue had been a moment before. But when she saw her four friends standing over her, Amanda felt completely ashamed. Didn’t she have more control over herself than this?

  Anna smirked. “What do you have to say for yourself, you widdle pervert?” she asked as Amanda sat up on the changing pad.

  “I’m not a baby,” Amanda growled.

  “Oh, aren’t you, honey?” taunted Jess. She had moved over to the throne and was sitting with her legs thrown over the arm of the chair, practically basking in her own superiority. “Why don’t you come over here and say that, your hahness,” she drawled, practically oozing sex appeal.

  Amanda stood, wobbled slightly, but kept her balance and strolled over to the throne- well, waddled over (it was a very thick diaper)- and stood, towering over Jess’s seated form… Her lovely form, with those tits… Still leaking milk…

  “Ah should thank you, Anna,” Jess said as Mandy dropped to her knees, crawling into Jess’s lap. “Looks like ah won’t need to get the bottle out after all.”

  Mandy sucked on Jess’s breast, humping the side of the chair through her diaper. Jess enjoyed herself as well, her hand moving sensually between her legs.

  “I love seeing a mother bonding with her new baby,” Sam said, smirking. Dani was beyond quips, haven been driven to self-pleasure as well by the scene, and Anna looked like she was unsure who she should be watching.

  As it turns out, she should have been watching Mandy and Jess. As Amanda brought herself to orgasm, she began the process of considering her choices. The things that had brought her to this point, the things that she would do in the future. These thoughts were cut short, however, as she emptied her bowels into her bulky, colorful little diaper, and her brains along with it.

  Mandy spent most of the rest of the evening playing with her toys and with herself while watching cartoons, while her mommy played with her friends. Drool ran down around her paci and down her chin as she listened to Mommy and her friends talking about school. She didn’t really get what they were saying, but something deep in her tummy was telling her that the next few days weren’t gonna be very much fun, while something else a little lower told her it was gonna be a lot of fun. She decided to listen to the second thing; it had gotten her this far, she thought, rubbing the front of her messy diaper as she watched the dragons on TV. It’ll probably be fine.