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It wasn't easy for Blossom to keep restraint at the front of her mind, to remember what exactly too much meant in this context. If she were with anybody else, in this pose, with this heat, with this energy; the spark between her legs would have ignited into a flame and then a powder-keg explosion by now.

In a diaper, maybe that was just a powdery explosion.

But to her credit, despite her longing and needing, Blossom did do her best to keep things under control.

My hands slid off her diaper. They went up to her chest, squeezing each of her breasts. Then, without thinking, one of them slid in under the cup of her bra. Or, it would have, if Blossom didn't smack my hand away with a sharp slap.

"Ah, ah, ah," Blossom cooed. "That's for big girls." In truth, she thought it was probably too close to "too much" to let Amy get her way in that moment.

"I am a big girl," I pouted, looking up at Blossom with confusion and annoyance.

"Oh, you're a big girl?"

Amy nodded.

"Doing big girl things?"

She nodded again.

"Like touching your girlfriend's boobs?"

Another nod.

"And wearing the most childish, babyish, little girl diaper in the entire world?"

"You put me in it!" I argued.

"So you let your girlfriend change you into the most childish, babyish, little girl diaper in the entire world?" Blossom countered.

"I... that's..." Damn, I walked right into that one. I leaned up to kiss her again, to force my lips on hers, and she pushed me down by the shoulder.

"Maybe you shouldn't be allowed to touch me," Blossom mused.

"No!" I panicked a little and looked at her with wide eyes. "No, I... I'm sorry..."

"Oh, you're sorry? Is that so? How sorry are you, Amanda? Are you sorry enough to tell me that you're just a crinkly little pastel pink diaper wearing baby girl?"

To give a little incentive, she pushed her hips down against Amy's diaper.

A shiver ran up my spine and I let out a sharp exhale. My body ached, but any time I tried to move, Blossom would pin me down. My head was swimming.

"I... I'm.... not..."

"Then I'll have to tie up your hands," Blossom shrugged. "Sit on your stomach, just like this. Strip off my bra. Play with my breasts. Maybe even rub the front of my diaper... and you can just lay there and watch. Helpless."

If there was ever an idea for Academy Works, it was that one. Because my libido went from tolerable to unbearable before Blossom could even finish her monologue. And every part of my soul, every cavity of my brain, and every muscle in my body knew that I couldn't let her bind my hands.

"No, um... I... I'm... a little girl... please..."

"Oh you are? You're a little girl And you're a little girl who needs what exactly? What does my little girl need to wear?"

Blossom cupped her ear with a cheeky grin.

"...a diaper," I muttered.

"Hm?"

I whined. But I didn't have a choice.

"A crinkly... pastel pink diaper..."

"That's right, sweetheart! And me rubbing my very adult, very sexy, VERY wet diaper against yours? That's the best thing in the world for a girl in such babyish attire, isn't it?"

When she didn't snap to reply, Blossom cupped her chin and repeated herself.

"Isn't it, Amanda?"

"Y-yes ma'am..."

I don't know where the 'ma'am' came from. I wasn't sure I'd called anyone ma'am in my entire life. Gender was such an abstract concept that I didn't even use it with strangers. But in the moment, Blossom was so direct, I felt like I had to answer quickly. And it just kind of came out...

"Oooh, I like that! Yes ma'am! We're going to keep that one, just for me and you, sweetheart."

Amy had earned her reward though, and Blossom leaned in close, kissed her on the lips, and arched her back so as to grind her diaper against Amanda's. And she certainly didn't stop.

I didn't get to touch Blossom's boobs, not directly. I didn't get to grind my diaper on hers, not really. It didn't feel like it did in the hotel in New York City, because her thighs were around my hips and not between my legs.

But despite the lack of overt sexual displays, I was more turned on than I ever remembered being with Blossom. I wanted more. And every time I tried, she shut me down.

Finally, after so many kisses she put on my lips and so many fantasies she put in my head, she stopped. She sat upright and held me down again.

"Nooooo," I whimpered. I couldn't do it again. I couldn't play the "no kissing" game. I was at my limit. But that wasn't what was happening.

"I think I need to excuse myself," Blossom said. Her face was a little pink and her breathing was heavy. "I'm going to go do big girl things, something a little girl like you isn't allowed to participate in."

"W-wait... no, hold on--"

I tried to sit up, but Blossom kept me pinned to the bed.

"You're going to stay here until I come back. And whatever you do is up to you. And you never have to tell me."

She paused to give me time to process. For me to understand. She was leaving me alone, so that she could go do "adult things". And I would be alone too, to do anything I wanted.

It was really hot... the idea that I wasn't allowed to do sex stuff with her, because I was too little. But wasn't this weird? We were dating. She was my girlfriend. But she was going to get herself off in a different room, after working herself up with me?

"Blossom..." I said, a little panicked.

"Daisy," Blossom corrected.

"Daisy..." I repeated, trying to slip back into character. But I was struggling. I felt like I was doing the wrong thing, letting her leave. That's not how couples have sex.

"Amanda, if you'd prefer that I get a baby monitor so I can monitor what you're doing when I'm out of the room, we can arrange that. But one day, maybe when you're a big girl - if you ever are - I'll let you know what I'm doing in the other room. The big girl adult stuff."

And then, with her voice lowered, Blossom added in her Bluey voice:

"This is right, this is good, I promise."

I nodded nervously. I didn't know if I believed her, but if we did anything else together it would be crossing the limits I set for myself. I think Blossom knew that. Neither of us wanted this game to stop, but we couldn't keep going either. This was a side-step. The answer to a trick question.

Blossom kissed me one more time, then got up. With a final glance at the door, she winked at me.

And I was alone.

At first, I felt horrible. I felt so stupid and worthless, that I couldn't even fuck my girlfriend.

And then I felt small and helpless, that I couldn't even fuck my girlfriend.

That a little girl like me, in a pastel pink diaper, wasn't enough of a big girl to fuck my girlfriend.

That my girlfriend would rather go into the other room and fuck herself than ever believe a baby like me could pleasure her.

I squeezed my thighs together. The bunny diapers weren't thick enough. I wanted thicker ones. But the bunny diapers were immature. Childish, Juvenile. They put me on a different level than my maids and my girlfriend. They made me a little girl, and they were all grown ups.

I could still taste Blossom on my lips. I could still feel the texture of her bra on my palm. I could still hear the crinkling of her diaper. I was so turned on...

But it was Blossom's beach house!

But I'd done it before...

And Blossom said herself: she'd never know what I did. If I did or didn't.

And Blossom was doing it. And I could be a big girl too! If I touched my diaper, if I proved that I could feel big girl feelings, maybe she'd let me wear one of her diapers instead.

And I was so fucking turned on.

I checked the door one more time, just to make sure it was closed all the way, and slid my hand between my legs.