Itty Bitty Titties & Red Bottom Club

[EddieDavidson]

I've been thinking about this story for a really long time (And the title) which may change.

Here is a rough draft.

I wanted to write a very simple, not too over the top story with as pulp/raw ENF/CMNF energy as I could muster. This is pure reluctant nude female/ENF distilled into a story that i think will reflect a loving family and plausible situation. It draws inspiration from many of the recent stories I've read but no intention to copy.

In many ways the mom wants her daughter to remain a little girl, and I've often thought about this particular fantasy. I used to know a high powered consultant with a cute face, short, looked very young. When someone told her the obvious that she looked young she'd reply smartly "My future husband will be lucky that i look so great," and then move on with practiced precision for handling that observation.

No tits, thin body and being stuck with braids, shaved pussy, pink and sunshine yellow babydoll dresses with saddle shoes and white anklets would be an incredibly interesting humiliation.

However, i wanted more than that and you'll see as I progress through introducing her life at track, work, school, etc and a night at her friend Lisa's house that I plan to introduce corporal punishment/aversion therapy into the mix. i've been setting that up. It's for that reason I may also have to go back and rethink the initial draft. I am open to recommendations.

[Hooked6]

I loved your rough draft, and I can't wait to see what you do with this. The "loving family, Plausible scenario" aspect has me eager to read more and when you added the lines "introduce corporal punishment/aversion therapy well, you are pushing all the right buttons for me. If you change the title, as you indicated might be a possibility, let us know the new title in this thread so I can find it again.

Hooked6

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[EddieDavidson]

It's very odd, I thought I posted the first chapter!!
Katie Cuniff had just arrived at work after attending college courses that afternoon.

“How long will I continue lactating?” the blonde with the huge tits asked without a tinge of embarrassment.

“I really don’t know,” Katie barely acknowledged the question. The curvy blonde was a recent mother, and her milky tits had leaked all over her blouse, leaving noticeable stains that drew the eye down to her droopy tits.

“I feel like a silly cow, it’s so embarrassing walking around with leaky tits,” she admitted to the girl with a bit of chagrin. Katie thought to herself that if it was humiliating, she might not want to talk about it in public.

“I can imagine,” Katie lied without a trace of empathy.

“Can you tell me how long is normal to keep breastfeeding? I just had a baby, but my eldest is eight and he just loves to nom-nom-nom on my titties and suckle! I always thought he would naturally grow out of it.”

“Yeah, probably now would be a good time to stop,” Katie tried not to judge the woman. She’d been asked this question by mothers for months since her mother got her the job at Babies R Us.

“I don’t want to ruin him for girls his own age when he starts dating! Can you imagine if a guy you liked wanted to suckle you?” the woman laughed at her own joke.

“It sounds like you enjoy it, and your son enjoys it, so maybe keep doing it?” Katie wasn’t sure what to tell the woman since she didn’t take her suggestion to stop breastfeeding.

“No, my son bites down hard on my titties now that he has all his teeth! My boyfriend thinks it’s sexual but it’s really not! It’s just embarrassing to breastfeed in front of the rest of my family because I have to take my knockers out in the kitchen.”

Mr. Campbell the store manager that hired Katie approached to see if the woman needed help. She had the distinct feeling he was undressing her with his eyes. She wasn’t wearing anything particularly sexy, just jeans, a shirt and a pink apron with her name tag but Mr. Campbell made it pretty obvious that he enjoyed looking at her butt.

He was an equal opportunity pervert, because he did that to almost all the female employees and some customers like the one that was talking to Katie. “Can I help you, Ma’am?”

“Yes, you sure can!” the woman repeated her questions and Katie used that as an opportunity to slowly move away and find some spot to hide in the store.

She walked up to her friend Lisa. They had been best friends since middle school, and not only went to the same school, listened to the same music, liked the same guys, worked at the same store, but they also lived a few doors down from one another, and were on the track team together.

“Hi, Katie!” Lisa was surprisingly chipper and polite. She was normally sullen and unmotivated just like Katie.

Lisa stood a little straighter, her posture was perfect. Her shoulders were back, her head was straight and she looked content. That was unusual for most girls their age. It was a recent change in Lisa that Katie was just noticing now.

She noticed that Katie’s tits had sprouted some and were finally starting to look much bigger. “Wow, I guess I am the last member of the itty bitty titty club,” she pointed out her friend’s breast size quietly.

“Shhhh,” Katie could easily blush at the drop of a hat. She touched her bra through her shirt with her hands and indicated silently that it was tissues.

“Won’t you get in trouble if your parents find out you are stuffing your bra again?” Lisa asked in a hushed tone.

“So? my parents know I am self-conscious about my boobs. My little sister has bigger tits than me! Besides, my parents wouldn’t actually punish me. My mom would just give me the talk about growing up too fast, and wishing I’d stop and smell the roses or something like that.”

Katie’s mom was like a cross between Barbara Billingsly’s June Cleaver and Marion Ross’s Mrs. C from Happy Days.

“Yeah, my parents were that way, too, and that’s why I kept doing things I shouldn’t,” Lisa admitted cryptically. Katie obviously wasn’t sure what was meant so her friend explained that she’d recently agreed to have some consequences for misbehavior.

“You sure are in a surprisingly good mood about that,” Katie wondered aloud.

“It’s kind of hard to explain because part of it was my idea,” Lisa admitted with a blush as she looked around to make sure that nobody was eavesdropping on them. “I have a shoplifting problem, well had, anyway.”

“What?” Katie accidentally asked a little too loud for Lisa’s conversation.

“I don’t know why I did it. I just get this compulsion to take stuff. I’ve been taking diapers, baby bottles even pacifiers. My parents finally found where I hoarded all the stuff I’ve been taking and we came to an agreement to help me stop.”

“Wow, what is it? Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“It’s embarrassing, and I didn’t think you’d believe that I’d agree to it,” Lisa admitted truthfully. It felt like a weight had been shifted from her shoulders and was suddenly gone.

“We are best friends, you can tell me anything, Lisa!”

“Yeah, well, you’d probably think I was nuts anyway. It would probably be easier to show you. You could talk with my mom and step dad and they’d explain it better than I can.”

Katie became incredibly curious what this was all about. She insisted her friend give her more of a clue of what was going on.

“Whenever I come home, my parents search me and make me empty my pockets. If they find anything that I stole, they make me write it down and then I’ll have to bring it back the next day. Then they punish me so I won’t keep doing it, and they always make sure that I return it the next day.”

“Oh my gosh, how often do you get punished?”

“Well, at first it was pretty much every day, but not always for stealing. We agreed that if I was late, rude, or slouched that they could punish me for that too. I know it sounds weird but that was my suggestion.”

“Why would you suggest that your parents punish you?”

“I needed real consequences. They were too understanding and said that I had a compulsion that I couldn’t help. My mom was initially not on board but my stepdad agreed with me and even came up with some of my new rules.”

“What? What kind of rules?” Katie’s mind was racing and she was puzzled why her friend was so calm about the entire thing.

“My mom checks to make sure that I do my homework and chores and I am on time for track practice. I have to practice piano every day and walk with my arms out like this,” Lisa demonstrated walking on an invisible tightrope with her head straight. “I have to balance a book on my head and if I let it fall then I get a spanking.”

“Your parents SPANK you?” Katie couldn’t believe it. She’d never imagined that Lisa’s parents were that strict and she thought Lisa was crazy for accepting it.

“Not all the time. My mom says that tailored embarrassment to force me to admit what I am doing wrong and feel ashamed is far more humane and effective than a wooden paddle, but it sure has made my bottom sore.”

Lisa rubbed her butt. She had little tits like her best friend, but they both had very shapely, tight little bubble butts protruding in their jeans.

The girls’ manager Mr. Campbell appeared from behind a shelf of diapers with an accusing stare on his face and approached the two of them. There was no telling how long he had been eavesdropping or how much her manager had heard.

“If it were up to me, you would both be members of the red bottom club!” he said, which made it pretty obvious to Katie he may have been there long enough to have heard them talking about the itty bitty titty club.

That was the informal name they gave their friend group during sleepovers years ago, but the rest of the friends they used to hang out with had blossomed and developed a nice set of tits.

The girls blushed and started to move in either direction to pretend to get back to work.

“Katie Cuniff! Lisa Ruddy! Wait right there,” Mr. Campbell ogled the girls as he approached. He loved having some control over the two of them and he had heard every word they had said. He just didn’t want to admit it.

“I am glad that you suddenly had an altruistic streak and gave back the things you stole, Ms. Rudy, but lollygagging on the job is considered theft as well. Would you like me to have a word with your mother?”

“No, Mister Campbell, S-s-sorry,” Lisa made herself scarce as she looked for some real work to complete.

“Now, Katie,” Campbell held up a finger to lecture her. “You were quite rude to that customer. You were disinterested, you did not make eye contact and you know our motto here at Babies R Us?”

“I don’t wanna grow up, I am a babies R us, Baby?” Katie sang sarcastically to the tune of the famous Toy’s R Us jingle.

“Very amusing, Ms. Cuniff! I hired you because your mother Connie is a personal friend of mine and she vouched for you. I am beginning to think that I need to have a little talk with her about your constant back talk and sarcasm.”

“Sorry, Mr. Campbell, I'll try to do better.”

“No, Katie. You will not try. You WILL do better or you are gone. I want to see you with a fresh, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed can-do attitude at work. I want you to treat every customer as if they are number one customer because they are, and remember that the customer is ALWAYS right!”

“Yes, Mr. Campbell,” Katie shrunk like a wilting flower. She finished her shift but never got to continue her conversation with Lisa because they didn’t want to push things with their boss and get in trouble. Katie couldn’t stop wondering why her best friend had asked to be punished and why she seemed so accepting of the idea.

After work, her boyfriend Mark gave her a ride home as he always did. Katie briefly contemplated telling him about Lisa’s situation but she felt Mark might spread the rumor and that would betray her friend’s trust.

Mark really wouldn’t have cared. He only cared about scoring with Katie. “How about I pull over behind the 7-11 and we get it on?” he suggested casually.

“You always want to do it in weird places, Mark,” Katie complained.

“I’ve never tried to stick it up your ass!” Mark misunderstood what Katie meant by weird places. Her college dropout boyfriend was handsome but not bright.

“I meant weird as in behind the 7-11,” Katie explained.

Mark was a little older than Katie and had a steady job at Olive Garden as a waiter. He had a car, and even though they had been going steady for two years, they had broken up several times. He had cheated on her, and she cheated on him as payback.

“C’mon, I thought you liked the risk of getting caught. We did it behind that 7-11 a few weeks ago,” Mark claimed lustfully as he squeezed her leg and caressed her inner thigh through her jeans.

“That may have been your other girlfriend,” Katie clarified and removed his hand. She was risk averse and the idea of putting herself at risk by having sex where someone might catch them didn’t appeal to her at all.

“Nah, it’s not like that, maybe I was just fantasizing about it,” Mark covered as he tried to remember the girl he must have taken behind the 7-11 instead of Katie. “How about you just blow me? C’mon, Katie. It’s the least you can do.”

“I give really good hummers, Mark. It’s hardly the least that I could do. There are lots of guys who would be thrilled if I went down on them,” Katie pouted.

“Well, sure and I didn’t mean it like that, sweet cheeks,” Mark’s sweet talk came off as cheap and superficial. Katie hated being talked down to like that. “How about just take it out, and play with it? I need a little touch now and then to let me know you really want me.”

Katie begrudgingly unzipped Mark’s pants. She reached into his underwear and was surprised that he was soft. “You aren’t even hard.”

“You gotta rub the genie in the lamp to get your wish,” Mark smiled as he looked for some place they could park so she could jerk him off.

“No, we can’t do it out on the street,” Katie stroked his cock hard but tried not to make it obvious in case another car pulled up next to them.

“Your house?”

“Are you kidding? My mom would freak out if you came there. After I finish this, you have to drop me off a block away. She thinks we broke up.”

“Jeez, what does your mom got against me,” Mark drove slow as he enjoyed the feel of the pretty blonde’s hands around his manhood.

“It’s not against you per se, it’s that she thinks I am growing up too fast. If it was up to her, she’d keep me in ponytails and sundresses for the rest of my life,” Katie theorized.

“That’s kind of hot,” Mark’s cock throbbed as he pictured his girlfriend with braided pig tails. “That’s how your sister wears her hair.”

Katie stopped jerking him off but kept her hand around his cock tightly.

“Sorry, I am not saying that your sister is hot,” Mark said defensively. Katie squeezed his cock harder and he quickly added “Penny is a pretty girl, but she’s two years younger than you and that’s too young for me.”

“How am I supposed to feel sexy when you talk about my sister’s hotness?” Katie let go of his dick and it began to quickly deflate like a balloon with all the air being let out of it.

“Hey, don’t give me blue balls, Katie!” Mark insisted. “Blue balls are the worst thing you can give a guy!”

Katie apologized and continued stroking him. “Just don’t bring up my sister while I am playing with your dick. I love her, but she and I are very competitive. She’s basically Mom’s pet, the golden girl who does no wrong and I am…well, I am always doing something wrong.”

Mark wasn’t listening. He was busy picturing the two sisters licking and kissing his nuts. They looked the same in the face and had the same corn silk colored hair. Lisa Ruddy entered his fantasy and joined the three of them. He’d had a thing for Lisa for years.

He pulled over on the side of the road, despite her urging him to keep going.

“I am close, we won’t be here for long. Just keep stroking, keep talking,” he begged. “Show me your tits, please!”

Katie was self-conscious about her tits, but she was flattered that he wanted to see them. She was mortified at the thought of getting caught in broad daylight in a car completely topless, and she also didn’t want him to find out she was stuffing her bra.

Katie kept stroking her boyfriend’s hard dick at a medium pace as he begged her. Her hand slid faster up and down his shaft. He took her hand away for a moment and spit into it, causing her to feel disgusted.

Mark put her hand back around his dick and now the lubrication made it feel so much better. “Please, tits! I love your little titties!”

She felt so humiliated that he called them small. She knew that.

Suddenly Mark reached over with his free hand, grabbed the hem of her work shirt, and yanked both up roughly, exposing her small, perky tits and bra.

They were parked in front of a house in the suburb where they both lived and anyone could be walking their dog or driving past.

“Oh my god,” she blushed and didn’t have time to react. “Mark, stop! What if someone sees!”

She was already nervous that if anyone got really close they’d see her arm pumping his dick like a piston. Now, they’d definitely know what they were up if they looked over at the parked car.

“Fuck, yeah… just like that, c’mon, baby,” he panted and glanced at her with pleading eyes to show him her boobs. Her nipples stiffened even though she was petrified at the thought of being caught.

There was a part of quiet, shy, easily embarrassed Katie Cuniff that was secretly a risk-taker with a wild side. She just didn’t know it yet and hadn’t gotten in touch with that side of herself. The side of her that was modest and risk averse wouldn’t dare allow her to act wild and she remained stubbornly reluctant despite wanting Mark to lust after her.

“Let’s see those boobies,” he cupped her tits and squeezed through the bra. He suddenly realized he was feeling tissues and to his shock and dismay he pulled several white tissues out.

It was just in time to clean his load from her fingers, as he started squirting cum all over the inside of his car. “Ah, catch it, catch it,” he said in vain but it was far too late.

Unbeknownst to Katie, A little of his white load shot into Katie’s hair and the side of her face at the precise moment that Mrs. Johnson was walking his white poodle down the sidewalk.

“Katie Cuniff? Is that you in the car?” she shrieked in horror. Mrs. Johnson had babysat Katie and her brothers and sister until Katie was old enough to babysit her younger siblings. Mrs. Johnson had also changed their diapers and was shocked. “Katie! I would never believe you would be such a wanton hussy! Have you no decency?”

Katie was mortified, her face turned beet red and she suddenly realized that her neighbor might tell her parents. “Please don’t tell anyone,” Katie quickly fixed her shirt. She didn’t have time to restuff her bra, so one boob appeared a little larger than the others.

The girl dashed out of the car and away from the scene toward her home. Katie begged her neighbor not to tell anyone, but Mrs. Johnson was a gossip and it was a foregone conclusion this would get back to her mother.

She hadn’t even said goodbye to Mark. She just left him with a sticky lap and the realization that her tits were made of tissue paper. She’d managed to avoid being topless around him since she made the decision to start stuffing her bra a few weeks earlier.

Katie had been conflicted about it. It made her feel noticed and at the same time she hated attention. She had only stuffed her bra modestly and most people that saw her every day hadn’t noticed. She’d been careful to remove the stuffing before she came home until today.

The dash home only took about five minutes, and left her out of breath.

Her mom saw her running up to the house.

“Honey, I know Mark gives you a ride home. I hate that my little girl is getting in cars with boys, but I was your age once too,” Connie smirked knowingly. “You don’t have to park so far away and pretend you ran home from work.”

Katie’s mother was nobody’s fool but she wasn’t a particularly bright woman. Connie Cuniff tended to always look on the bright side of things and tried to keep an open mind.

“You know when I was your age, I used to do some wild things that were probably dangerous because I wanted to impress some guy,” Katie admitted as she ushered her daughter into the house.

Katie wasn’t sure where this was all going.

“Do you want something to drink, dear?” Connie was happy to serve refreshments and snacks to all her kids. “Please sit down, I want to talk with you.”

“What did I do this time?” Katie caught her breath and said she’d have some cold sweet tea.

“You know that sugar will go straight to your thighs, but okay dear,” Connie loved spoiling her kids and went off to fetch it.

That gave her daughter enough time to realize that one titty appeared slightly larger than the other, and when she ran her finger on the side of her head she discovered the slime of some of her boyfriends ejaculate. She quickly flung it away like unwanted snot and hoped her mother hadn’t noticed.

Katie’s mom wasn’t book smart, but she had noticed not only the jizz on Katie’s face, and the bra but also how guilty she looked. She knew her daughter well enough to know she had been up to something she shouldn’t have been.

“So, do you want to tell me what’s going on, Katie?” her mom asked as she served her tea. There was a motherly, sweet, innocent side to her that made it difficult for people not to like her.

Katie could tell her mother wasn’t just asking randomly. She briefly thought about telling on herself before her mother found out from Mrs. Johnson. She noticed how her mother was looking at her, how her gaze was travelling over her body. “What’s up? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Your bra for one thing, dear,” Connie admitted with a wry grin. She wasn’t sure why her daughter had stuffed only one cup of her bra but it seemed somewhat amusing.

“Oh, that,” Katie instinctively brought her hands to her boobs as if she could fix them.

“You might want to remove the stuffing before your father gets home, and the you may, uh….want to wash the hair gel out of your hair.”

“Oh god, this day couldn’t get worse,” Katie’s face became red. “Can I go?”

“Hold on, we have a little time before your brothers and sister come home and your father won’t be home until around 6 p.m. It’s just you and me, right now. Do you remember when you were younger and it was just me and you?”

Katie smiled and wiped her hair absent mindedly.

“Use one of your tissues, dear,” Connie suggested and felt embarrassed for her daughter. “We used to go the park. It was just you and me! We’d have a mommy daughter date! I took you to waterparks parks, to the library! The playground and you’d run around all day in just your panties playing in the fountain without a care in the world!”

“Oh my god,” Katie frowned and asked “Why did you let me play outside without a top on?”

“You were so little back then, dear. You didn’t have any modesty and nobody cared about a girl your age back then. You were as flat chested as Hunter and Mike,” she mentioned Katie’s little brothers.

“I haven’t exactly sprouted much since then,” Katie frowned as she cleaned her hair and face with the tissue from her bra.

“Don’t be in any hurry to grow older. Mortgages, bills, meal planning, groceries. You are a lot better off waiting because once it starts it never ends. Boobs will also come and if not, you can always buy a pair like some ladies do,” Connie added warmly.

“Penny is getting them early and I am stuck looking like a little girl!” Katie pouted. She was not only sensitive about the size of her boobs, but the fact that she was short for her age and people often thought she was much younger than she was.

“You aren’t in a competition with Penny, and she’s not too far ahead of you, sweetheart,” Connie admitted. “You have no control over when you’ll sprout. You should be thankful you get mistaken for someone younger. Do you know much money women pay to have skin like yours?” she rubbed her daughter’s face and marveled at the smooth alabaster skin.


Connie had always been a huggy-feely type and was never shy about showing physical affection but it made Katie uncomfortable and embarrassed.

“You used to come up and ask me for a big kiss on the lips, do you know that? Right in front of everyone. It didn’t matter if it was the supermarket or the middle of a public park!” Connie reminisced.

Katie did remember that fondly and she smiled. “I used to ask you to kiss my boo-boos!”

“Oh yeah, and I always did! No matter if it was you fell off your bike and scraped your knee, or fell and bumped your head.”

“Well, there was one time I fell out of a tree and landed on my butt!”

The two of them held their stomachs as they laughed about that one.

“Oh yeah, I am just glad you weren’t actually hurt by the fall! You may not have much up top, but you were born were extra thick padding on your keister!” Connie noted that her daughter had a thick, jiggly bubble butt.

“Great, so I have a fat butt?” Katie asked sourly and stopped laughing.

“I didn’t say that at all! Some men like butts like ours, and your father just happens to be one of them!”

“Gross, TMI, mom! My father would like my butt?” Katie half-joked through her reluctant disgust at the thought of her father admiring her bottom.

“Oh, every guy looks at girl’s butts. You aren’t going to get too far if you think your butt is made of special star dust and nobody can take a peek,” Connie noted. “You used to run around the house singing…oh what was that song? The one about your shiny heiney? Sing it!”

“I don’t remember that,” Katie lied and blushed. She totally remembered that song because her mom asked her to sing it for her before. It particularly amused her mother.

“Oh, don’t be such a fuddy duddy, Katie! Sing it for me!” Connie begged for her daughter to re-enact the song. She even sang it in an exaggerated imitation of the nasally baby voice she used to sing it with years ago. “I wrote a song for the best mommy in the whole wide world, and wanna hear it?”

“No, I do not,” Katie kept a straight face but she realized her mother was going to sing it for her anyway.

“Well then, get ready to have your underwear completely blown off, everybody,” Connie smiled and maintained the exaggerated baby voice.
“It goes my name is Katie Cuniff and take a whiff of my extra clean shiny heiney. It smells like colors because I eat crayons and fart rainbows, oh look at my tea pot, pour me out and what have you got? A shiny, rainbow heiney!”

“I didn’t sing like a baby,” Katie frowned and blushed. “That’s so embarrassing! Why do you brag to everyone about that! It was so long ago!”

“It may have been long ago for you, but it was yesterday for me,” Connie became introspective and suddenly found it difficult to talk as she choked up a little. “I wish I could keep you like that forever. Those were the best days of my life, and I wish they were the best day of yours.”

“Oh mom,” Katie hugged her mother dearly and admitted they were. “I love you so much!”

“I love you too,” Connie held her daughter as they sat together on the couch and tried not to cry. “You are growing into a beautiful woman and there is nothing I can do to stop that.”

“Really? I still feel like I look and sound the same,” Katie did a more authentic version of her baby voice with the nasal drip and that made her mother’s lost smile return immediately like the sun emerging from behind the clouds. Katie was glad that she had been able to do that. “Most of my clothes from back then still fit,” she admitted.

“Then why don’t you wear them?”

“Well, because most of them are pink or yellow sundresses, saddle shoes with white lace anklets, and panties with cartoon characters or days of the week on them”

“You used to be my little calendar, do you remember?” Connie loved jogging down memory lane with her eldest daughter. “When you were little, I used to ask you what day of the week it was and you’d flip your skirt up in the back and wave your cute little butt around and boldly announce whatever was written on your butt.”

“Jeez, I was a little flasher back then! Was my dress really that short that I could just hike it up and show my panties?”

“Yes, but it wasn’t sexy or anything like that. All the girls wore babydoll dresses back then.”

A babydoll was simply a flimsy light dress to be worn when it was warm out. It was a short, flirty garment characterized by an empire waist (a seam just below the bust) and a loose, flowing skirt that ends mid-thigh.

“They originated when my mom was little during World War Two when there was a material shortage and back when I was in high school all the girls wore them during gym class.”

“When was that? The middle ages?” Katie teased.

“May as well have been but if I had a time machine, I’d go back to that time and do it all over again and you know what? I wouldn’t change a thing other than savor the time I had before you got to be such a frumpy gus,” she teased her daughter right back and tickled Katie’s stomach.

Katie remembered her mother and father tickling her when she was little and she used to love the feeling of being helpless but safe while laughing hysterically.

“It’s hard not to be a frumpy gus,” Katie admitted. “You say I shouldn’t be in a hurry to grow up, but why would I want to stay like I am? School, a job, a boyfriend, track, babysitting, piano,” she said it was difficult to juggle everything and said she couldn’t wait until she had less to worry about.

“You think you’ll have less to worry about?” Connie found that naively amusing. “I worry about your grades and whether you’ll get your heart broken or pregnant or stood up and all the other things, but I also have to worry about Hunter, Penny and Mike. All your worries will multiply when you become a mother and a wife. I worry about your father and whether he’ll get his big promotion or get laid off. Then I have to worry about what to cook for dinner, and whether the pantry is full. Speaking of which, I have to get dinner ready.”

Connie stood up to go to the kitchen and Katie got up with her.

Katie was relieved she wasn’t in any trouble. She was briefly tempted to confess what happened when she was caught in the car but she didn’t want to ruin the good conversation they were having. “So that’s all you wanted to talk about?”

“ I just want you to know that I’m always here for you, no matter what…and also, mention…”

Katie rolled her pretty blue eyes as she realized that her mother had more to bring up.

“You haven’t been making piano practice at all, and your track coach tells me that you aren’t practicing like you should. Your teacher wants a parent teacher conference about your grades, and it doesn’t sound like she wants to congratulate me on your being the next valedictorian.”

“It’s so hard to keep up with,” Katie knew everything her mother was saying was true.

The real truth was that Katie wasn’t completely irresponsible. She had recently begun having dirty fantasies and urges to masturbate. She’d become spontaneously wet and found herself making excuses to be alone so she could finger herself. She’d discovered the joys of lying under the faucet in the bathtub with her legs up and letting warm water drizzle down her pussy while she played with herself.

Katie assumed all girls must constantly fight these urges and that she was doing a poor job of controlling them but it felt so good to finally release when the urges began.

She was so ashamed about her fantasies that she couldn’t tell her mother or even her best friend. The weird part to her was that she got turned on when she had sex with Mark, but it was nothing as fantastic as the sexual sensations and release that she gave herself when she was alone.

“I know you try your best,” Connie wasn’t domineering and didn’t want to be a hard-ass. She knew her daughter could put more effort in if she chose too but she didn’t want to push things.

“I will try to do better,” Katie wasn’t sure she was capable of that.

Her mother reached out to caress her daughter’s cheek. “I know you will, sweetie. And I’ll always be your mom, no matter what. We’ll always be a team, okay, Kitty-Kat?”

That felt great to Katie she had outgrown the nickname Kitty-Kat years ago. She wasn’t going to take that away from her mom right now. “I want you to know that I’ll always be your Kitty-Kat,” she began and her mother’s face lit up. “But I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m grown up and in college, and I can take care of myself.”

Katie had meant well and truly felt she was reassuring her mother that she could be responsible, but the words burned in Connie’s gut. Her daughter immediately realized from her mother’s body language that the words didn’t have the desired effect, and she began to immediately apologize.

“I know that you aren’t a helpless little girl,” Connie waved her hand to dismiss the apology as unnecessary because she knew Katie was simply trying to ensure that Connie didn’t worry so much about her in particular.

“I’m proud of the woman you’ve become. You’re clever, beautiful ... absolutely incredible.” Her words trailed off, and she couldn’t help but reach up to touch her daughter’s blonde hair and imagine it still in curled braids. “Sometimes I just miss how things used to be, you know? When you were younger.”

Katie fought back a tear of joy and gratitude and felt a pang in her chest.

“I am just being a silly Billy, I miss the old days. Back when you were little and I used to bathe you, cuddle you and tuck you in.” She paused, feeling a lump in her throat. “I guess what I’m trying to say is... I miss having that special connection with you. I feel like we’re drifting apart and things are moving too fast for you and that’s too fast for me. It won’t be long before you are moving out and having kids of your own. I’d just like to do it again.”

“Okay, we can do it again,” Katie suggested.

Her mother cocked her head and wondered if she had heard her daughter correctly. “You’d let me bathe you and tuck you in?”

“Well, maybe not bathe, but you could call me Kitty-Kat and tell me a story and tuck you in,” Katie smiled because she knew this would make her mother extremely happy.

“Will you sing the shiny heiney song?” Connie asked. She didn’t try to hide the jubilant gleeful expression brightening the entire room as it emerged.

“I’d rather you bathe me,” Katie joked playfully with a giggle.

“Deal!”


(note, I still need to do some editing, which is the most difficult part)

[SDS]

Intriguing start. You may know from my Im not a little girl series that im a fan of thia concept..

I hope for some embarassed in public and around other younger teens scenes. Maybe shes all embarrassed to get her embarssing childish knickers exposed being forced to play in the park, handstand in public. etc.

Maybe some bigger but younger girls bully her laughing at her as she tries to convince them shes older as they bully her exposing her embarrassing knickers in front boy boys or reveal her bare kitty proving shes just a little girl.

Maybe her mum drags her to parties and shes forced to interact with the younger kids ... playing outside in the paddling pool while the teens her own age look on thinking shes just one of the near naked little girls cementing her humiliation. She might quickly learn that defying her mum and not playing along erns her a bare bottom public spank.

Maybe she becomes the schools new plaything as boys and girls alike bully and expose her and her new childish attire.