Fanny Meeks (Revised 7/12)

[EddieDavidson]

I am trying to write a slower one, that starts without jumping into the fun part right off. I usually do that and then provide how it began as I go.

However, it was enjoyable writing. This is a draft, so subject to change. Yes, there is little nudity in first chapter. You can't have it both ways. if you want it slow, you can't have it jumping into exciting. The most you will get is some tickling/fun teasing in ch.1

Yes, there will be illustrations (eventualy)

Fanny's last name will eventually be Fanny Bush, so I may name the story that or something else altogether.

[EddieDavidson]

(Revised 7/12)
"Mom, will you get the cereal down for me, please?"

"Stephanie, you can't have cereal right now. We are going out to eat with my boyfriend. It's time for you to meet him, now that things are getting serious."

"Ugh, it's been fine with just you and me, Mom!"

“I can’t reach the cereal on the top shelf without wearing heels," Diane joked that she needed a man for things like reaching the top shelf. “He has a daughter about your age. Her name is Stephanie too! I bet you two will get along really well!"

"I doubt it," Stephanie frowned.

"Just try to be nice, will you? Now go get dressed, please. They should be here soon. I laid something nice out on your bed."

"You gotta stop picking my clothes for me, Mom!"

"We'd be waiting all night with the way you fuss and moan about clothes."

"I wouldn't have to get fussy if all my clothes didn't make me look like I was in grade school."

"Honey, I can't help it that you are short for your age. Those are the clothes that fit you. Now, put them on and comb your hair. It's a rat's nest. When is the last time you brushed it?"

"Ugh!"

"I am sure Mark's daughter will be dressed nicely as well. I have a nice sundress for you."

"Did you at least get me some heels?"

"Honey, I let you wear my heels and you fell flat on your face. I don’t allow you to wear heels for your own good, because you are kinda clumsy."

"I can't help it if I am uncoordinated. You could get me some lifts. I am sure Stephanie will be taller than me!"

"Oh yes, she's actually quite tall for her age," Diane confessed. "I am sorry. The Meeks family has always produced short women. I am only 4'9 and I know what you are going through. I have to wear heels to compensate."

"Still taller than me,” Stephanie lamented. "At least you have boobs! Did you get me a bra?"

"No, because the last time I got you a training bra, you stuffed it with tissues and you looked ridiculous."

"That was a year ago," Stephanie blushed. "I've grown a little since then! I don't want my nipples to poke through my top!"

"The sundress has a little padding in it, Stephanie. Now go get dressed before I spank your behind," Diane was clearly kidding with her daughter.

"Please don't embarrass me and joke about spanking in front of your boyfriend and his daughter," Stephanie rolled her eyes and trudged down the hallway to her room.

Jeff's daughter was the primary reason Diane was so concerned about how Stephanie looked. She wanted the two of them to get along more than anything. She had a feeling that Jeff was the one.

She also feared that Stephanie really had very few friends. Boys her age just weren't interested in a flat-chested girl under four feet tall. She hoped that Jeff's daughter might introduce her to a new friend group.

Stephanie sloppily brushed her hair, applied makeup and then returned to the living room for Mom's inspection.

"You don't look right in makeup, dear," she quickly wet a tissue and began removing it. "You are also terrible at applying it."

"Maybe if I wore it more often, I wouldn't look so young."

"There are women who would kill to have a baby face like yours!"

"I have pudgy cheeks, and a turned up piggy nose!"

"Oh gosh, Stephanie. Just be yourself. Don't be in a hurry to grow up, and for goodness sakes why don't you stop worrying so much what other people think about you."

Jeff rang the doorbell.

"Oh, they are here," Diane kissed the top of her daughter's head and told her that the Doctor had promised a growth spurt. "Just remain cautiously optimistic."

Jeff stood in the doorway when she opened the door. He had flowers for her, and a smile on his face. He clearly adored Diane and she was smitten with him. They embraced and kissed a little too long, like new lovers often do.

"Okay, that's enough! Choo-choo! Coming through! Let me get in on that kissy-kissy action," Nephie smiled politely as she gently pushed her father aside.

Nephie was at least six feet tall but in heels she was easily 6'2". She was built like a curvy brick house, and styled her bangs like Bettie Page. She had pale skin, purple-black lipstick, a striped, purple shirt with a sassy layered cardigan, and a matching pleated short skirt.

The makeup, big tits and punk rock attitude with heels made Nephie seem like she was much older than Stephanie. The difference was night and day.

"You must be Stephanie," Diane smiled.

"Just call me Nephie!" Nephie was already charming Diane. "Fair warning, I am a hugger and a kisser. Now, which one of you is Diane?" she pretended it might be either Diane or her daughter.

Her bright smile and cheerful attitude was a stark contrast to her fashion sense as a Goth girl.

Diane could feel Nephie's huge bra-less knockers pressing against her as she bear hugged her father's girlfriend. She kissed her politely on the lips, and then on each cheek.

"Oh my!" Diane was flattered and a little thrilled.

"You must be Stephanie," Nephie released Diane and bent down low to pick up Stephanie. She wanted to see if she could do it, and she thought it would be fun.

"Hey, put me down," Stephanie grew flustered.

"No can do," Nephie effortlessly held the girl in her arms. "You are as light as a baby!"

"Ugh."

"Ready for kisses, Baby?" she kissed Stephanie on the lips, each cheek and then did it again three more times in rapid succession. "I just can't get enough of your sweet little cheeks! Do you store your food like a chipmunk for winter?" Nephie pantomimed eating an invisible ear of corn while puffing her cheeks out.

"No!"

Nephie placed her gently back on the ground and sighed. "Well, since we share the same name, it's only fair that you go by a nickname, too. Agreed?"

"Why would I have to answer to a different name when you already answer to Nephie?"

"Good question," Nephie had to look down to talk to Stephanie. She took her hand and led her toward her father's car. "Every time I hear Stephanie, I think someone is talking to me. Why don't you go by Puffy because you have such puffy cheeks?" she poked her new friend's chipmunk cheeks.

"No!" Stephanie was afraid her nipples looked puffy and didn't want any comparisons.

"You've got a puffy little fanny. Look how cute it is?" Nephie reached down and swatted Stephanie's bubble butt lightly. "I got it. What about Fanny? It sounds like Steff-Fanny!"

"No!"

"You've got all night to discuss this. Let's go," Jeff opened the door for the love of his life before getting into the driver's seat.

"Oh, look how sweet," Nephie opened Stephanie's door and tried to help her in the car.

"I can get into a car, by myself! Thank you very much."

Stephanie subsequently slipped off the edge of the step into the truck and hurt her shin. "OW!"

Nephie didn't laugh or say I told you so.

"Honey, Jeff's car is much higher than mine. Why don't you let Nephie help you in the car until you get used to it?" Diane suggested.

Stephanie begrudgingly permitted Nephie to lift her up, even though Nephie grabbed her by the seat of her pants with her palm and lifted.

"You are lighter than a feather! I wish I was your size, Fanny!"

"My name is Stephanie, and I assure you, that you do not want to be my size!"

"Oh my gosh, sure I do!" Nephie said as she buckled Stephanie into the seat. "I could wear doll clothes, and suck my thumb in public. Who wouldn't want to do that?" she teased. "There! Snug as a bug in a rug," she added as she snapped the seatbelt to test it.

"I can put my OWN seatbelt on," Stephanie insisted.

"Sure you can, Fanny. It's just that I wanted to make sure that you did it right and didn't bounce around Dad's big old SUV. Now, here is a kiss to tide you over until I get my big butt over to the other side and join you."

Nephie kissed Stephanie on the cheek and once on the lip. It was just a peck but Stephanie felt embarrassed.

"No wiping off my kisses! I'll just have to give you another," Nephie warned with bright amusement as she hustled around to the other side of the car. It came across as cute and endearing to everyone except for the red-faced girl being treated like a baby.

Her mom saw it as a good-natured teasing and even laughed.

"My daughter's going through her goth phase. I told her that Goth girls are big and mean, and do you know what she said?" Jeff asked Diane while his daughter opened the door to the backseat on the other side of the car.

"What?"

"That I was willing to learn how to be a meanie, if it meant I could dress really cool," Nephie answered with a giggle.

"You aren't doing a good job of being a meanie-butt," Diane smiled toward the backseat.

Stephanie didn't like Nephie.

"Don't be a gloomy gus all the way to the restaurant," Nephie warned. "They have crayons. Do you like to draw?"

"No!" Stephanie pouted angrily.

"Now, Fanny-Boo. Don't be a meanie! You aren't a Goth girl, either," Nephie teased. "I love drawing. I'll even color with you, if you want."

"I am not a little kid," Stephanie growled. "I am just short for my age."

Nephie was nervous about meeting someone new. She was thrilled that Stephanie was small and she loved how she smelled.

"What perfume are you wearing, Fanny?" Nephie tried to break the ice after the silence started to bore her. "I detected lemon, orange, maybe vanilla? Sort of fresh like a baby."

"What? I am not wearing perfume," Stephanie grew even more indignant.

"She probably smelled your No More Tears Shampoo on your hair," Diane informed her daughter. "I can't keep her hair from tangling up!" She lamented to Nephie.

"Such lovely blonde hair? It's like corn silk! If I had Fanny's hair color, I'd never dye mine black. I'll comb it out for her! I have a great comb and some product that will keep those tangles from coming back!"

Diane had visions of the two of them combing each other's hair and being the best of friends. She was delighted enough to overlook the way that Nephie kept calling her daughter "Fanny." She thought it was kind of cute.

They arrived at Olive Garden and it looked like there would be a bit of a wait.

"Good, cuz I need to," Stephanie looked at her mother. "I need the restroom." For a split second, Stephanie thought her mom would insist on going with her. Diane was always so nervous about public bathrooms, as if someone was going to carry her off.

Diane was about to ask Jeff to hold her purse while she joined her daughter in the restroom, but Nephie volunteered.

"I should go too," Nephie said cheerfully. Diane instantly relaxed. Even though a pervert could be hiding in the bathroom, she felt like Nephie wouldn't allow anything to happen to her daughter.

The two trudged off through the crowded restaurant toward the bathrooms.

"Oops," Stephanie nearly tripped a waiter and stumbled onto the ground.

"Are you okay, Twinkle Toes?" Nephie asked sweetly as she helped Stephanie up.

"I can get up on my own," Stephanie insisted.

"I know you can, but I like picking you up! Come on," she took Stephanie's hand and led her toward the bathrooms.

"It's this one," Stephanie started to head into the men's room.

"Not unless you have a pecker under that dress. Do you?"

"NO!"

"Oh, too bad! That would be fun if you were really a boy. Then I'd REALLY kiss you a lot," she led Stephanie into the bathroom. "Okay, use that stall."

"I know how to check if a stall is empty," Stephanie did as she was told anyway.

"Do you wear diapers?" Nephie asked as Stephanie closed the stall door.

"No!"

"Pull-ups?"

"NO!"

"Oh, you are a big girl, now? That's too bad. I'd love to see you in diapers and carry you around!"

"Ugh!"

Stephanie sat down to pee, and Nephie took the stall next to her.

"Do you even know how cute you are?" The question echoed through the bathroom.

"What?" Stephanie replied.

"I know you heard me."

"I'm not cute."

"Oh, you can't be ANY less cute, especially when you get angry and fussy like you are going to throw a tantrum."

"I do NOT throw tantrums!"

"You definitely do, Fanny. It's adorable, and I am kind of digging it. Your face turns red, and your chipmunk cheeks get all puffy. Oh, by the way, I need to know one thing. Which do you prefer? Fanny or Puffy? I can go either way on that."

"Neither!"

"Neither's not an option. If you want me to pick, I think Fanny-Boo Boo sounds best."

"My name is Stephanie!"

"Fanny Boo-Boo? Did you make a Fanny Poo-poo?" Nephie imitated a sassy, sweet Southern accent.

"Ugh!!!"

"Puffy-Pee-Pee, did you make a Pee-Pee?" Nephie tried out the nickname just to hear how silly it sounded and laughed.

"Dammit!"

"Language! Puffy Pee-Pee," Nephie snickered. She wasn't taking the teasing very seriously.

"No, there is no toilet paper in here!"

"That's another reason you should wear pull-ups, don't you think?"

"Not funny, Nephie. Do you have toilet paper over there?"

"I do, indeed. Nephie to the rescue," she wiped and flushed. "You can count on me to help you out of a jam, Baby Puffy!"

Stephanie wanted to complain about being called Baby Puffy, but she was in a jam.

"Here, stand up and let me wipe your bottom for you!"

"Get out of here!" Stephanie had taken her entire sundress off, and was wearing only some adorable pink cotton panties around her ankles.

"Oh, I love the Care Bears!"

"It's not the Care Bears!" she covered her pussy and blushed.

"What is on your panties?" Nephie knelt down to examine them. "Hello Kitty? Oh my gosh, I used to wear panties just like these!!"

Stephanie blushed so hard that she couldn't see straight. "My mom picked these out for me."

"Oh, of course she did! Stand up, and I'll wipe your bottom for you!"

"Absolutely not! I can wipe my own butt."

"If you want the toilet paper, you'll let me wipe you. Do you know to go front and then back?"

"YES!!!"

"Doesn't look like you are all that thorough!" Nephie placed her finger in the hem of the panties with a look of disgust. The panties were a little soiled because Stephanie had become involuntarily wet when Nephie began kissing her.

"Stop looking in my panties," Stephanie insisted in vain.

"No can do," Nephie removed her sandals and slipped them off. Stephanie put up a slight struggle, but she only managed to amuse Nephie.

"Do these smell like no more tears shampoo?" Nephie took a quick whiff of the panties and held them up. "You'll get these back when you stand up and let me wipe your dirty little bottom!"

"I don't need you to do that, Nephie!"

"I know, but it's gonna happen," Nephie decided.

Unbeknownst to them, an older woman had entered the bathroom and overheard the conversation. "I remember the days of being a young mom, very well."

"I am not her mom, I am her big-sister, well, big-sister to be!"

"No, you aren't. I am older than you!"

Stephanie's voice had a much squeakier register to it than Nephie's voice.

"Sure, you are, Dear! Now, don't be stubborn. Let your sister clean you up, so you can get back to the table and enjoy the Pasghetti!!" the nice lady said. She was convinced that she was dealing with a much younger girl because she saw her bare feet dangling under the stall, and Nephie's big legs kneeling beside her.

"Spaghetti!!" Stephanie corrected.

"That's a really big word! My daughter used to call it Passghetti! You are a very smart girl!" the lady laughed politely and excused herself.

"Now, you can stand up, or I'll pick you up."

"Fine," Stephanie huffed. She realized that she was gonna get picked up whether she liked it or not, so she stood up. The tile was cold on her bare feet.

"Hands away from your winky-winker"

"Do you mean my pussy?” Stephanie scoffed.

“Naughty girl! I would wash your mouth out with soap if it wasn’t liquid soap,” Nephie feigned offense. She cussed like a sailor. “Your cute little winky is this cute little hairless slit here,” Nephie gently used one hand to lift Stephanie’s wrists to the side.

“I have pubes, they are just blonde,” Stephanie insisted.

“This peach fuzz?” Nephie ran her fingers around the tiny hairs above the girl’s pussy. They felt soft, and fresh. “I’ll show you my winker when we spend the night at each other’s houses and we’ll compare hairs. My last name is Bush, and I have a thick one!”

Stephanie scrunched her nose in defiant disgust.

“Stop squirming around, Fanny. You can get dressed a lot faster, if you cooperate with me. You’ve got a cute winker, I bet your stinker is just as cute!”

"Just say pussy and butthole, please," Stephanie was mortified as she stood there with her pussy exposed and her tits out.

"When you get something other than peach fuzz, you can call it a pussy. Right now, I can barely see your winker, Do you even have one?”

Nephie opened Stephanie’s pussy flaps, and pinched her flappy skin over Stephanie’s wet clit.

“Ow!! That’s my clit!”

“Naughty girl! And that’s the hood, this is your clit,” Nephie explained as she used one hand to lift it up and touch the wet little dangle between Stephanie’s legs. “You’ll call it a winker or a baby bean.”

Nephie admired the tiny little slit in front of her for a moment while holding Stephanie’s clit in between her fingers like it was a cocktail wiener. "It's kind of puffy," she placed the toilet paper on her slit and began to wipe.

It felt good to Stephanie, and she didn't want it to feel good. She bit her lip and remained silent.

"Okay, I think you got it all," she said finally as Nephie hummed to herself while cleaning her.

"That's why you have dirty panties, let Nephie do it right for you."

"This is embarrassing!"

"Oh, no one is watching."

"That lady overheard."

"So? She thinks you are a little girl and I am your mom. Don't you think I hate it that people think I am my father's girlfriend?"

Stephanie hadn't thought about that.

"He'd never be able to bang a chick as hot as me," Nephie mused playfully as she looked up at Stephanie's bare chest. "Those really are adorable little tits. We should make a mold of them, so I can have a pair of those on my wall made out of latex!"

"You wouldn't dare!" Stephanie's face went even redder than she thought possible.

"Honk, honk," Nephie reached up and squeezed her friend's soft, puffy nipples and then said "meep, meep" in a smaller voice to suggest that they were too small to make a honking noise.

"Stop touching my boobs!"

"Those aren't boobs. I've got boobs," Nephie let go of Stephanie's wrists and lifted her own tits with her forearm, only to let them drop and bounce back into place. "Boing, boing, boing!"

Stephanie was incredibly jealous.

"You have boobies."

"No, I do not."

"Yes, you do. Say they are boobies, or I'll honk them a few more times," Nephie made a meep-meep sound and stood up to pinch Stephanie's tits.

"They are boobies."

"What? You mumbled. What are these?" Nephie lifted up the tips of Stephanie's oversized areola and let them drop.

"Boobies," Stephanie mumbled.

"I am going to ask you again, and if you say boobs, you won't be getting these delightful Hello Kitty panties back," she warned before turning Stephanie around effortlessly. "Bend over, a little."

"No, not my bottom."

"You can't go to dinner with a dirty little butterfly. Don't worry, I'll wipe you really good."

Stephanie cringed and froze in place the moment the toilet paper came in contact with her butthole. Nephie's finger never touched it, but Stephanie was still deeply ashamed.

"Everybody goes Poo-Poo, Puffy. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Are you done?" Stephanie remained in position with her knees slightly bent and back arched.

"Yes, but you can stand like that a few moments longer. I am just looking at your pretty little butterfly. It's so pink!"

"Stop looking at it!"

"At what?"

"Ugh, my butterfly," Stephanie rolled her eyes. She knew that was what Nephie wanted to hear. She turned around to get her sundress and put it back on.

Nephie held the dress close to her chest. "I could have scooped you up and put you on the changing table, and I still might. You need to learn to be a good girl, Fanny!"

"Please! We have to get back to the table before our parents come looking for us."

"Sure, you can go out there like you are," Nephie said.

Stephanie's mouth went dry, and fell open at the same time. Her mind began calculating the amount of humiliation she would receive if she strolled through a busy Olive Garden in the nude.

"Or..." Nephie allowed the pause to allow Stephanie's imagination to run wild. "You can say you are a silly baby that went poo-poo and pee-pee."

"I am not doing that, Nephie!"

"Fine, have a fun walk back to the table," Nephie bluffed and opened the stall door to leave.

"I am a baby that went poo-poo!"

"Almost!" Nephie turned around and flashed a huge smile. "It's I am a SILLY baby, that went poo-poo and pee-pee!"

"If I say this, you'll give me my sundress back?"

"Maybe. Let's see how sincere you sound, first."

"Panties too?"

"No, those stay with me. Babies wear diapers or pull-ups. Now, what's it gonna be? I am due back to the table. I can order you some Passghetti from the children's menu if you are going to be a while in here."

"I don't say that!"

"Well, you will tonight. You are going to order Passghetti from the children's menu."

"I am not!"

"Do you want me to tell them I had to wipe your butterfly clean because you messed your panties? I have the proof right here," Nephie held up the panties she had wadded up in one of her pockets.

"Fine!"

"Good girl!" Nephie was delighted. She patted Stephanie on her head. "Now, since you are so good, and I don't have a gold star for my good girl, I'll give you a choice. You can either say you are a silly little girl, or silly little baby that went poo-poo and pee-pee."

"Ugh!"

"Alright, maybe I'll just carry you out there and say you peed yourself and ask your mom if she has another diaper for you?"

“Fine... I am, uh... a silly little girl.”

"You are, aren't you?" Nephie insisted that Stephanie agree.

"Yes."

"What are you?"

"A silly little girl," Stephanie capitulated.

"And how little are you, Fanny?"

"Little."

"How little?" Nephie whispered helpfully, "Itty bitty."

"Itty bitty," Stephanie admitted.

"Itty bitty titties, itty bitty silly girl!" Nephie booped her nose cheerfully. "Good! Silly little girl want her cute sundress back?"

Stephanie was too humiliated to speak.

"Use your words, silly girl. What are you?" Nephie said as she silently instructed her to lift her arms up so she could slip the dress over her head.

"I am a silly little girl," Stephanie complied without realizing she had done so instinctively and without resistance. It felt natural to do as Nephie had instructed.

"Your mommy still dress you, doesn't she?"

"No!"

Nephie gave her a knowing glance and a chance to correct herself.

"Yes, she picks out my clothes and it sucks."

"Mine used to as well, and it wasn't so bad," Nephie admitted wistfully. "She's passed away now. It's funny the things you thought you hated, that you miss the most."

"Oh, I am sorry!"

"I am too, but I get to dress you the way she dressed me, so that's fun!"

Stephanie hoped this was a one time thing.

"What name do you want? Puffy or Fanny?”

"Neither, I already have a name," she answered bitterly.

"Not an option. The options are Puffy or Fanny. I am letting you choose. I might just mix them and call you Cunnie."

"Um, Fanny." Stephanie considered the options and added that she didn't like either. "My name is Stephanie."

"Stephanie is a big girl's name. It's too many syllables for silly little girls to say," Nephie smiled as she ran her finger lovingly under Stephanie's chin. "Steff-Fanny...you'll be Fanny until you grow some darker girl hair and sprout real boobs. Deal?"

"Ugh." Stephanie acquiesced but very reluctantly.

"Oh, and don't bother tattling. They'll never believe a silly little girl," Nephie smiled. "A good little girl would ask me to carry her back to the table. It's a busy night for the restaurant and we'll need to find where your mom and my dad are sitting, won't we?"

"I can walk there," Stephanie said as she slipped on her sandals and adjusted her dress. It felt strange wearing it without panties, but kind of naughty as well.

"Don't forget to wash your hands, Fanny," Nephie directed them toward the sink.

"I know, but you um, wiped me," she whispered as she washed her hands.

"It's always a good idea to wash your hands before eating, Fanny. You probably have Cheeto dust and mud on your fingers from playing outside," Nephie said just as another woman was walking in with a daughter who was a little shorter than Stephanie.

The mom had overheard the conversation and looked at Nephie with respect. "I was a young mother, too. You are doing a great job!"

"Oh, thank you," Nephie smiled graciously and blushed a little. She led Stephanie out of the bathroom by the hand.

“Wait, I still need my shoes!” Stephanie hadn’t had a chance to put them back on.

“Oh, hold on, silly girl! I’ll grab them for you.”

“No, I can get them, Nephie!”

“Too late, already got them,” Nephie dashed inside the bathroom and grabbed the sandals. She booped Stephanie on the nose but didn’t let her have them back.

“Hey, let me have my sandals!”

“No time. We need to get back to the table. I’ll give them to you later,” Nephie smiled, but had no intention of passing them back to Stephanie.

"You two were in there a long time," Jeff observed as they sat down on the outside of the booth next to their respective parents.

"Fanny ran out of toilet paper, so I had to help her," Nephie admitted. “She ended up having to completely take off her dress, soiled her panties, and almost forgot her shoes.”

“No, I didn’t,” Stephanie lied. It was obvious from her red face that Stephanie was lying to cover her humiliation. “Give me back my sandals!”

“Don’t embarrass me in front of everyone at Olive Garden. I’ll pass them over to you when nobody is looking, Fanny.”

"Nephie, I wanted to talk about that nickname. I do not think that Stephanie likes it very much."

A kick under the table stopped Stephanie from speaking her mind. "I don't mind it, very much," she said as she dunked a bread stick and pretending her leg didn't smart after the kick.

"Now that everyone's here." The server walked up. "Do you want a kid's menu?" she placed crayons and some activity pages down for Stephanie.

"No, I'd like..." she felt the pain of another kick. "Passghetti, please."

Diane found the request amusing and so did Jeff.

"One big bowl of passghetti, coming right up. I bet you want a ton of parmesan cheese on that, don't you?" the waitress patronized her like she was a little girl.

"No," Stephanie replied while her cheeks turned red.

"Oh, honey. You LOVE parmesan cheese," Diane intervened. "You are just nervous. It's okay," she said and then she informed the waitress that her daughter would love cheese on her passghetti.

The waitress didn't bat an eye when Nephie ordered the Shrimp Scampi. The waitress excused herself after Jeff ordered for Diane.

"Oh that sucks, she didn't leave crayons for me, they are cool."

"You can have mine," Stephanie passed the crayons and pages over to her.

"Oh no, we can do them together!"

Diane and Jeff were delighted they were getting along. They looked dreamily into each other's eyes while Nephie helped Stephanie with the maze.

"Look, it's easy. See, it's like this, and then like that! You are an all-star! You did it!! You solved the puzzle. Wanna go again?"

"No," Stephanie was flustered.

"Okay, how about we play a game to get to know each other, better. We each ask a question of one another and you have to be honest. You go first!!"

"Okay, um, who is your favorite band?"

"You probably never heard of them."

"The game is you have to answer, Nephie," Stephanie finally thought she had the better of Nephie and pressed the issue.

"Well, this is a question that depends on how much time you got. I have very eclectic tastes, let's see... at first I really liked Pierce the Veil and Alesana, just totally obsessed with heavy screamo, but then I started jamming to the classics. You know, stuff our parents might have liked. Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Banshees, even the Cure, and a little Morrissey. But then I went down this total rabbit hole into actual underground skramz like La Dispute, and honestly, if the vocals don't sound like a Victorian orphan having a literal panic attack over a beautiful guitar riff, I just can't even listen to it anymore."

"Oh," Stephanie had no idea what Nephie had just said.

"Do you like Barney or Raffi?" she asked.

"Neither!"

"Don't be a silly girl! It's a question and you have to pick, one or the other!"

"Um, Raffi," Stephanie realized that Nephie was trying to make it sound like she listened to music for pre-schoolers. She decided to try a trick of her own.

"When is your birthday?"

"Uh, November 13th," Nephie was puzzled by the question.

"Mine is May 5th!" Stephanie said triumphantly. "I am older!"

"Yes, but you are still shorter than me," Nephie countered.

"So? I am older."

"Yes but you are still shorter than me, and I am big, silly girl," Nephie teased sweetly before asking her next question. "Hop like a bunny or waddle like a duck?"

"What?"

"That's my question," Nephie explained.

Stephanie expected it to be a trick question, but she wasn’t sure what it could be. She shrugged. "Bunny, I guess."

"Oh, I'd like to see that some time! I bet it's adorable! Your turn!"

"What's your favorite color?" Stephanie was out of interesting questions.

"Blue...no yellow, ahhhhhhhh," Nephie acted out a scene from Monty Python that Jeff and Diane both got right away.

"What was that?"

"It's from a movie. Monty Python and the quest for the holy grail. Don't worry, you'll watch it when you are older! What's your favorite character from Hello Kitty?"

Stephanie ground her teeth a little. "Keroppi," she answered truthfully. She half expected Nephie to pull her panties out of her pocket and show everyone that she really liked Kitty.

"Oh, the little green frog. I love him. I bet you hop just like him! I was hoping you would say Badtz-Maru! He's bad ass. I have a ton of Hello Kitty stuff at my house. Do you have any Hello Kitty stuff?"

"That's two questions," Stephanie answered dryly.

"Sorry! Go ahead! This is fun, isn't it?"

"That's three questions," Stephanie snickered. "Okay, my question is are you always this annoying?"

Stephanie hoped it would humiliate Nephie, but the smile on her face said that it hadn't.

"Yep." Nephie confessed proudly. "My teacher calls me a public nuisance at least once a week."

"That's true." Jeff confirmed as he gave his daughter a look. "I don’t want to go back to time outs, grounding and spanking, Nephie. I thought you were working on that?"

Stephanie brightened at the thought of the big girl that had been teasing her all night being stood in the corner after a spanking.

Nephie didn’t seem the least bit concerned about it. She knew her father was a genuine softie and talked tough but didn’t follow through on punishments.

"I am, I am." Nephie chuckled. "Maybe Fanny will show me how to be a good girl! Won't you, Fanny?"

Stephanie didn't want to answer the question.

"That's my question. Will you demonstrate how to be a good girl and set a good example for me to follow?" Nephie asked with only a hint of sarcasm.

Jeff was so used to sarcasm from his daughter that it didn't register because it was so light. He went back to quietly talking with Stephanie's mother.

"Will you give me back my panties?" Stephanie mouthed the words to the question so that only Nephie heard it. She was feeling squishy and wet around her pussy and she wasn't sure why. She assumed it was because she wasn't wearing panties.

"Yes, but you have to let me tickle you," Nephie mouthed back.

"NO!" Stephanie shook her head no and mouthed the word.

"Just one time," Nephie held up a finger and pleaded softly without catching Jeff and Diane’s attention.. "Where are you most ticklish, Fanny?"

“Nowhere,” Stephanie broke eye contact with Nephie and the bigger girl found Stephanie’s vulnerability delicious.

“You gotta be ticklish somewhere,” Nephie was already crossing over to Stephanie’s side of the table. “Let’s find out, shall we? You need to know where you are most ticklish, Fanny!”

Stephanie didn’t stand a chance against Nephie’s bullrush. She began tickling her through the material of her sundress. As soon her fingers began lightly tickling Stephanie’s tight abdomen, hysterical laughter broke loose.

“This would be so much easier if you didn’t have this dress on,” Nephie teased as she forced Stephanie’s arms up so she could get to her sensitive ribs and underarms.

“Don’t, stop, please!”

“Don’t stop? Well, since you said please!” Nephie had a huge smile as she tickled Stephanie’s neck and plopped down in the chair next to the smaller girl. Her big butt hung off the edge of the booth, but a girl like Nephie didn’t mind that.

The tables nearby noticed, and most of the people saw it as just the amusing antics of a big sister and her little sister. If someone was offended, they clearly kept it to themselves or complained to a wait staff too busy to intervene in a friendly little game of tickle between girls.

“Hey!” Stephanie exclaimed. She was giggling much louder than her protests as Nephie took off her sandals and fed them to her by stuffing them in her mouth and tickling her feet.

Anyone who noticed them in the middle of a busy restaurant would have seen it as playful wrestling. Jeff and Diane were largely distracted by each other’s presence in a noisy restaurant. If they saw anything, it would be the girls getting along because Nephie was grinning and Stephanie was giggling uncontrollably from all the tickles.

There wasn’t an ounce of maliciousness to the way Nephie teased the girl by putting the sandals in her mouth and tickling her.

One nearby couple harumphed about the horseplay, but largely everyone else was focused on their meals and conversations, and saw it as simply rambunctious girls being goofy.

“This little fanny went to market, this little fanny had roast beef, this little fanny went wee-wee-wee-all the way home!!” Nephie pulled the girl’s toes, and tickled the bottoms of her feet until drool was running down her mouth.

Stephanie had forgotten to spit the sandals out of her mouth for a few minutes as she struggled in vain to break free. She had been reduced to a silly, giggly little girl and there was nothing she could do to stop the laughter.

“Who is my silly puffy baby? Baby fanny! That’s who!!! So silly!” Nephie tickled the girls thighs through her dress and finally pulled her into her lap so that Stephanie’s rump was facing up.

“A tickle or a spanking? Which do you want more?” Nephie teased as if she were going to spank Stephanie.

“A tickle…tickle…no spanking,” Stephanie’s stomach hurt from laughing so hard. Her ribs felt like they were going to burst. Her face was red.

“What’s that, don’t spank your chubby butt cheeks? But they are so cute like your chipmunk cheeks!” Nephie pinched and tickled Stephanie’s bottom and did the same to her face.

With Stephanie sprawled across her lap and panting for breath, kicking her legs and unable to stop giggling, Nephie decided to just commit to it. She took a deep breath and blew a raspberry on Stephanie’s butt cheek through her dress.

Stephanie squealed, “Ah-ha-hah!! No!! This is embarrassing!”

“Told you they'd get along.” Jeff murmured to Diane. The couple held hands and looked lovingly at the pair hitting it off.

Any pretense of maturity Stephanie had disappeared. Nephie tickled her everywhere except her tits and her pussy. She managed to tap Stephanie’s butthole once or twice while she was on her lap and noticed how wet the girl was.

The tickling went on without so much as Stephanie being allowed to catch her breath until their food arrived.

[Freesub]

Most of your stories are a bit too graphic on the butt stuff for my taste, but this one was a lot more fun.

[SDS]

Fun story. Hopefully her new bug sister will get to embarrass her in lots of very public places... the park... school... in front of lots of other young people who will assume shes just a little girl...

always enjoy a bit od embarrassing childish underwear too so hopefully more of that.

[EddieDavidson]

(Revised 7/12)

No one interrupted the tickle time. No one thought it was that out of the ordinary that two girls were goofing around, laughing, tickling and having fun at dinner.

The waitresses and waiters even had a chuckle or two. Stephanie’s laughter was involuntary, but it was infectious and people nearby genuinely smiled.

"That tickle time looked like a lot fun," Diane observed with a chuckle. She saw no harm in a little goofing around. If anything, she was excited to see the two of them getting along.

"It might be fun for the tickler, but not the tickled," Stephanie replied pragmatically.

"Oh, I don't know about that. I'd like to be tickled by somebody," Diane smiled over at her date.

Jeff winked back at Diane and then addressed Stephanie. "It was certainly fun watching you get tickled," Jeff added. "The joy on your face and the unabashed way that you and my daughter played. Next time, maybe you can tickle Nephie!"

"Fanny could certainly try," Nephie offered sweetly as the plates were placed in front of them. "Ooh, doesn't that look yummy?" Nephie cooed when the food was finally served. "Your spaghetti, Fanny!"

Stephanie's blonde hair was a complete disaster, and her face was red from laughing, and she was too deeply embarrassed to smile.

"Oh, don't be like that! I meant to say passghetti!!" Nephie smiled. She had to fight the urge to pick up her fork, roll the noodles around it and feed it to her. She really did seem like a baby to her.

Stephanie regained her composure and took a drink of water, but her face was still deeply red. She began to eat along with the rest of the family. She chewed with her mouth open and already had a little sauce on her chin.

They made small talk while they ate. Jeff brought up baseball, and Nephie and her father had a lively discussion about the teams this year before they realized they had excluded Diane and Stephanie.

"Do you follow any sports, Stephanie?" Jeff asked.

"No," Stephanie admitted sheepishly. "I am not particularly athletic."

"I bet we could change that," Nephie suggested enthusiastically. "You should not begin with competitive sports. The kind where you might feel bad if they pick you last due to your size. How do you feel about ballet, or gymnastics?"

Stephanie thought Nephie's intention was to bully and tease her, but she surprised her by being so thoughtful and encouraging. "No interest," Stephanie shrugged and accidentally spilled some spaghetti sauce on her sundress.

"Well, let's change that! You won't know if you like it until you try it!" Nephie instinctively lifted her big butt out of the bench, bent over the table and began to wipe the sauce right off of Stephanie's chest.

"You are making it worse! Grinding it in," Stephanie complained.

"You are giving everyone a look at your panties as well, Nephie," Jeff said.

"Oops, wouldn't want people to see my butterfly," Nephie genuinely blushed, pulled her skirt back down a bit, and sat down.

"Your what?"

"It's a word I taught Stephanie. Instead of saying something naughty like asshole, she can call it a butterfly. Instead of saying pussy, a good girl would say she has a winker, or a winky-wee. Isn't that right, Fanny?"

"Ugh."

She received a kick under the table from Nephie, and quickly agreed with her.

"What do good, little girls call their butthole?"

"A butterfly," Stephanie answered.

"And what do good little girls call their vagina?"

"A winker."

"Very good, Fanny! You don't sound so naughty. We can work on that."

Diane was thrilled by the offer. "I've been trying to get my daughter to stop being so vulgar. Thank you, Nephie!"

"Sorry, it's bothering me so much that you have a stain on your pretty dress. Why don't I take you to the bathroom and clean it for you?" Nephie offered with a big smile.

"No, thanks," Stephanie said as she picked up her glass.

"Well, you are eating so slowly, we'll be here until closing time, and you keep getting it on yourself, let me at least get you a bib from the waitress."

"No!" Stephanie sounded like she was throwing a tantrum because she had become so frustrated with Nephie.

"At least, let me help you, silly girl," Nephie reached across to take Stephanie's fork and feed her with it. She'd resisted the urge up until this point but just couldn't help herself. Stephanie just seemed so helpless and cute to her.

"Get away from me." Stephanie knocked the fork out of Nephie's hand and more spaghetti sauce landed on her chest.

"Oopsie!" Nephie retrieved the fork from the table. "Open up for Nephie! Here comes the choo-choo train, with a load of passghetti for Fanny Meeks!"

"I can eat by myself!"

Nephie used the opportunity to push the fork into Stephanie's cute little mouth.

"I know but you are making a mess of it and getting sauce everywhere. Don't talk with your mouth full." Nephie patronized the girl. She was having fun with this game. "It's this or a bib. Your choice, silly girl!"

"Absolutely not," Stephanie insisted, and in her haste to avoid being led to the waitress and bibbed, she spilled her drink all over herself.

"Oh my," Diane was shocked, but not entirely surprised. Stephanie was quite clumsy, and she frequently didn't pay attention to what she was doing.

"You made another oopsie-doopsie with those baby hands of yours," Nephie remained chipper and stood up. "You are soaked and got spaghetti sauce all over your adorable little face!"

"I can dry myself off," Stephanie insisted on grabbing a cloth napkin, and held up a hand to ward off the bigger girl coming for her. In the process, she dropped her silverware and they clanged on the floor.

"I am afraid that the napkin isn't going to be enough to clean you off," Diane observed with a frown.

"You need to give Fanny a sippy cup!" Nephie joked. "I'll have her dry and as clean as I can in a jiffy, Miss Meeks."

"Thank you, but I really should do that," Diane decided it was high time she took matters into her own hands.

"I won't hear of it," Nephie countered politely. "You are on a date with my father, and I am just here to meet your daughter. You enjoy your dinner and get to know my father. He's a great guy, but frankly, you are too good for him," Nephie placed her hand by the side of her mouth, as if that was just between the two of them.

"Thank you, Nephie," Diane smiled.

"My pleasure," Nephie smiled. She had just received permission from Stephanie's mom to clean her up. "Okay, sweetie-pie, honey-bunch! Let's get you clean and dry. I think you need a bib from now on."

"I don't!"

"Look at how cute she is! Acting like a big girl all of a sudden," Nephie smiled. She knew full well that Stephanie was her age, but she was starting to believe that she was a little girl. She lifted Stephanie out of the booth.

Stephanie was so humiliated, she could scarcely fend off the big girl. She had water dripping down her legs and genuinely looked like a mess. "I need my sandals!"

"You've gotten dirty enough." Nephie chuckled and brought her out of earshot of her mother. "Do you want me to carry you to keep your footy-wooties safe?" She had already picked up the smaller girl and held her in her arms.

Diane and Jeff were lost in conversation and weren't paying attention anyway. Stephanie just wanted to get cleaned up. Now, it felt like the whole room was watching her be carried like a baby.

Nephie was surprised by just how light Stephanie really was. "No? You don't want me to carry you?" Nephie smiled and set her down. She squatted down a little and looked right into her eyes. "Then you better hop like a bunny."

"What? Why?"

"You said you prefer to hop like a little bunny," Nephie reminded Stephanie of her earlier answer during the question game.

"I said that I'd rather hop like a bunny, instead of waddling like a duck!"

"Okay, then. Would you rather be carried or hop like a bunny? Those are your choices, silly girl!"

A waitress passed the two of them, politely walking around them.

"We can't stand here all night. Maybe I should strip you right here and now? Maybe your mom has some baby wipes in her purse?" Nephie watched Stephanie make up her mind and nodded approvingly. "Paws up at your chest." She demonstrated. "And hop, hop, hop!"

"I need my sandals, Nephie," she said as she started hopping. Stephanie felt like a complete imbecile. She was surprised more people weren't ridiculing her. They assumed she was just some silly little girl that needed to act like a bunny to avoid throwing a tantrum.

"We've been over this," Nephie said. "What you need to do is listen." Stephanie looked back at her parents. They were new lovers and had forgotten the rest of the world even existed. Diane had no reason to worry about Nephie's intentions.

"Hop, little bunny-wunny, hop, hop, hop!" Nephie said, patting her head and watching her tiny, puffy tits bounce ever so slightly in the sundress. "Your boobies are bouncing like jellybeans!"

"No, they aren't," Stephanie frowned.

"Yes, they are, and your butterfly is wiggling like Peter Cottontail," Nephie grinned with delight. "Hop, hop, hop, to the potty, do not stop, you must hop! Hippity hoppity!"

The nice older lady who had originally overheard the two of them in the bathroom smiled and observed the two of them as they passed by. "Young woman," she waved Nephie down.

"I love how you made it fun for your daughter to go potty! Please, take this from me."

The woman tried to give Nephie a twenty-dollar bill. She initially refused it, but the woman wasn't taking no for an answer. "Diapers cost money, dear. You'll need it and my children are grown."

"Thank you, I'll buy Fanny some diapers with this, I promise!"

Stephanie was already waiting at the bathroom door when Nephie caught up to her. Nephie was pleased that Stephanie hadn't tried to open the door herself. It felt like Stephanie was relying upon her.

"What did that lady want?"

"She told me how adorable you looked and gave me some money to buy you some diapers."

"I hope you told her that I am really not a little girl?"

Nephie took Stephanie by the arm and led her into the women's bathroom. "You ARE a silly little girl, though. If anyone asks, that is what you will tell them you are."

"No, I won't."

Nephie didn't respond with words. Instead, she put her arms up to indicate Stephanie should do the same thing. Stephanie instinctively raised her arms over her head, before realizing that Nephie intended to strip her completely.

"What if somebody comes in?" Stephanie cringed, bent her knees, and used one hand to cover her pussy and the other to shield her little tits.

"Stop being such a pessimist, Fanny. Only women will come in here, and they will see a silly little girl who had an accident while trying to feed herself. You won't get in trouble, I promise."

"I am not worried about getting in trouble. I am worried that people will see me naked."

"Why? You have cute boobies," Nephie tweaked the girl's puffy nipples, and made a "Meep-meep" sound. "You only need to worry when you have something worth hiding."

Nephie placed the sundress on the changing station.

"You are not putting me on that!"

"I'm not putting your pretty sundress on the floor of a public bathroom, Nephie. I have to clean you and the dress before we can go back to the table."

Nephie descended on her with a wet paper towel. She held both of Stephanie's wrists again in one hand, while scrubbing her face with the contented face of a hairstylist lost in their work.

Nephie worked with an expression of pure love as if she cared for Stephanie more than anyone else in the world. It was unnerving to Stephanie, and she wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Alright, little girl. Hop up on the table."

"But, it's a diaper changing table."

"Your butt needs to be on the table, so that I can dry off your legs. I am not squatting in front of your juicy little winky, again! At least, not in here."

Stephanie didn't really have a choice, because Nephie picked her up and lifted her onto the table.

"It's the only dry spot in here, and it's coated in a special antimicrobial covering to prevent germs."

Stephanie wasn't sure if that was true or not. She wasn't particularly studious. It actually made sense to her. "Just hurry then, please."

"You can't rush perfection, Fanny."

"You are enjoying this too much," Stephanie countered. Nephie's hand brushed her ribs and the touch triggered a quick giggle reaction.

"What a ticklish little girl." Nephie cooed, as she continued triggering spots on Stephanie's body to tickle her while she dried her off.

"Just clean me, please!"

"First, remind me what you are," Nephie went full tilt on the tickling. This time Stephanie was nude, and much more vulnerable.

The cold air on her skin, the touches on her naked body, and the chance someone would walk in on them added to the stimulation from the tickling.

"Not on my boobs!"

"Your what?" Nephie made it obvious she would keep stimulating Stephanie's nipples until she said the words that Nephie wanted to hear.

"Boobies!" Stephanie's smile was as uncontrollable as her laughter. It was all happening involuntarily, but she sure seemed to be enjoying it.

"You like your boobies getting pinched, don't you?"

"No."

"I won't stop until you tell me you are a silly little girl that likes having her itty-bitty boobies pulled and tickled!"

It took a few more tickles and giggles, but Stephanie relented. "I am a silly little girl, and I like having my itty-bitty boobies pulled and tickled."

"That wasn't so hard? See? The world didn't end," Nephie kept her word, but only moved on to tickling her tummy and ribs. "You should be thankful you don't have big mommy milkers like me!"

"I'd love to have huge boobies!" Stephanie wheezed as her voice pitched up an octave, while giggling.

"You have boobies. I have boobs! My knockers bounce all over the place, bomb-a-bomb-a-bomba-boom! I can't jog without hitting myself in the face, and boys only look at those, not my face!"

Nephie went back to tickling Stephanie's nipples. "They like to twist them like they are dialing a radio. Do you like it? Do you like it?" she asked playfully, while using her other hand to control both of Stephanie's ribs.

"No!! Hah-hah, you said you wouldn't tickle my boobies if I called them that, hah-hah, I can't take it, Nephie!"

"Then what are you? A silly little girl, or an itty-bitty baby?" Nephie cooed. She began to tickle the girl's neck and alternated with her bare tummy.

"Silly little girl," Stephanie sputtered. The words melted into high-pitched squeals. She thrashed underneath her and kicked her legs in a disjointed rhythm.

Nephie moved her hips back and forth, but she caught a few kicks as she tickled her. "When your mommy asks what you are, what will you tell her?"

"Ugh," Stephanie struggled and grunted, but she eventually answered. "A silly little girl."

"Silly little girls spill their food and drinky-winky, and make messes, don't they?" Nephie teased. She managed to pin Stephanie's legs with the weight of her hip and pressed one of the girl's arms underneath her weight as she leaned against Stephanie’s forearm.

Nephie was able to bring both hands to tickle her naked body.

"It was an accident, oh-ho-ho, I didn’t hah-hah, mean to spill it, oh-no, ha-ha!" Stephanie admitted in a cacophony of giggles. Her face flushed a deep crimson. Her shoulders shook in silent convulsions, and she felt completely vulnerable and helpless.

"I know it was, which is why you should have let Nephie feed you and put a bib on you. You will next time, won't you?" Nephie asked.

"Everything okay in here?" A woman walked into the bathroom with her own daughter, before Stephanie could respond.

"Oh, sorry!" Nephie admitted with a warm grin. "We were just having a little tickle time while I cleaned her up. Do you need the changing table?"

Nephie had heard her mother call it "tickle time," and liked that term.

"I am a big girl; I don't need diapers!" the little blonde in pigtails insisted.

"You are mommy's good girl," the woman smiled at her, and waved them away. "You're fine. We just need to use the potty."

They found a stall together and closed the door.

"Do you need to use the potty, Fanny?"

"No! Let me get dressed!" Stephanie had caught her breath, but she was still huffing after the exhausting tickling session.

"I am afraid in all the excitement your sundress fell down, oopsie!"

Stephanie nearly screamed in horror when she saw that her pretty sundress was soaked with bathroom water. "You did that on purpose!"

"Relax, Fanny! If I was going to soak your dress in wee-wee, I'd have told you I was going to do it and done it deliberately. That was an accident. You can wear my cardigan," she was already taking off the top layer to the outfit she wore to the restaurant.

"I am not wearing that!"

"That's fine with me. Your clothes are filthy dirty, so these are going home to be washed. No one will care if a little girl is running around with a bare butt at a restaurant."

"I am NOT a little girl."

"You most certainly are a silly little girl. Now, do you have to go potty or not?"

…. A long quiet pause.

"Yes," Stephanie admitted after fuming. "Can you help me down?"

"Certainly, Fanny! Do you have to make a poo-poo or go pee-pee?"

"None of your business!"

"If you remember last time, I had to come wipe your butterfly," Nephie reminded her.

"Hee-hee, Mommy! She called her poopy-hole a butterfly," the girl in the stall nearby observed with delighted amazement.

"Yes, they did. It's not polite to eavesdrop," the mother offered politely.

"Can I call my poopy hole a butterfly?" the girl asked.

"Sure, sweetheart."

Stephanie felt a strange feeling of pride as she finished going pee and wiped herself. "I'll take the cardigan," she admitted from inside the stall.

"No, it's off the table," Nephie said.

"What, I can't go out there naked!"

"Then admit you are a silly little girl that goes wee-wee and poo-poo, and has itty bitty titties, and then ask me nicely if you can wear my cardigan."

"Are the two of them gone?" Stephanie asked in a whisper.

"We are alone," Nephie assured her.

"I am a silly little girl that goes wee-wee and poo-poo and has itty bitty titties. Pretty, pretty please, may I wear your cardigan, Nephie?"

"That's much better," Nephie smiled warmly. "Of course you can, come here so I can put it on you."

Stephanie half expected to have to do more to get the sweater, but Nephie was thrilled to put it on her. She buttoned it up nicely and said "No one will be able to see your winky or your stinky. Did you wipe really well?"

"Yes!!"

"You already got your sundress messy. I do not want your poopy stains on my nice cardigan. If I check your stinker and winker, is it going to be clean and dry?"

Stephanie frowned as she pulled the cardigan closer around her body. It was warm, and the knit material felt good against her naked skin. It looked like she was wearing a purple blanket as a poncho that came down to her upper thigh.

"Yes, they will, and I thought a butt was called a butterfly?"

"A butt is called a butterfly, but the actual hole you make poopoo with is a stinker or a stinky, just like you make lemonade from your winker or winky."

"What is a boy's thing called?" Stephanie asked with a curious expression. She assumed if there was a winky, then boys must have an equally silly name for their penis.

"You aren't old enough for the birds and the bees conversation," Nephie picked Stephanie up off the ground abruptly and dismissed her question.

"I am older than you, and I am in high school! I've already had sex before! Put me down!"

"No can do, silly girl. You can't hop through the restaurant in my cardigan or everyone will see your butterfly when it flips up in the back!" Nephie ignored her complaints, and carried her out of the restroom along with the folded sundress.

"Hope they weren't having too much fun." Nephie's father remarked as he watched a triumphant Nephie carry the smaller girl out of the bathroom like a baby.

Jeff had already paid the check, and they were just waiting for the girls to emerge from the bathroom.

"I'm just so glad they're getting along." Stephanie's mom replied. She squeezed his hand, and snuck a kiss. "I hope you don't mind, but we put your food in a doggy bag," she said as they returned.

"No problem, but you may want to hand feed this silly little girl until she learns to handle a fork better," Nephie teased, and hefted Stephanie.

"What happened to her sundress?" Jeff asked.

"We had to improvise." Nephie explained. She wore a black sports bra that barely kept her tits from falling out. She was just as embarrassed as Stephanie was, but she pretended not to notice the stares.

Stephanie could feel Nephie's hard nipples poking her and every jiggle of her soft breasts whenever Nephie tossed her gently in her arms.

"I've got her sandals." Stephanie's mom said. "Would you mind carrying her to the car, Nephie?"

"Not at all." Nephie said, almost more to Stephanie than to her mom.

"I can walk!"

"I know you can." Nephie grinned. "You can walk, you can bunny hop, I bet you can even skip and gallop, but that's all awfully hard without shoes." She kissed Stephanie's cheek. "No shoes, no panties, no pants. You've had quite an exciting dinner, huh?"

"No panties?" Diane did a double take.

"Oh yes, sorry! She messed those," Nephie struggled to hold Stephanie with one arm, while reaching into her pocket to return the pink panties to her mother.

"Thank you," Diane scrunched her nose, as she examined the dirty panties.

"Are you a silly little girl?"

"Yes, I am a silly little girl," Stephanie admitted reluctantly.

"Aww!!" Diane found it endearing.

"Yes, you are! You are such a cutie-patootie! I may dress you up in my cardigan again sometime. You look better in it than I do!"

While Nephie made silly faces and teased Stephanie, her father took Diane to the side. He whispered "That cardigan belonged to Nephie's mom. She was the one that introduced Nephie to Emo rock from the 1990s, and I've never seen her part with it."

"I'll see that she gets it back nice and clean," Diane was quite touched.

Nephie ambled along behind them, while they talked. They were too focused on each other, to notice what the girls were doing.

Nephie wanted to hold Stephanie as long as possible. Stephanie had gone from being a girl navigating boys and school to a little girl in nothing but a sweater in less than two hours.

Stephanie wasn't sure what to make of the experience.

"I am proud of you for admitting you are a silly little girl," Nephie smooched her on the cheeks, and then once quickly on the lips.

"I just want to go home! This sweater has holes in it!"

"Yes, yes, it does. That sweater has been all over the world. It's been to David Bowie concerts, and worn in dive bars and mosh pits."

Stephanie had no idea what that was, or that it belonged to Nephie's mom.

Jeff was kissing Diane as they said their goodnights, and waited for the girls.

"I've kissed you a lot today. You can give me at least one kiss, Stephanie," Nephie smiled as she walked up to the car. Stephanie could feel Nephie's hand creeping up her inner thigh.

"Fine," Stephanie gave her a quick peck on the cheek, in the hopes that Nephie's hand would stop at the thigh.

"On the lips, silly! Just a peck!"

"Ugh," Stephanie gave her the peck.

"Good girl!" Nephie was delighted. She opened the back door of her father's car in order to put Stephanie in her seat.

"I want to sit up front!" Stephanie pouted.
"No, that's for your mom," Nephie replied condescendingly. "Silly little girls sit in the backseat."

"That makes you a silly girl, too!" Stephanie insisted, while Nephie patiently buckled her into the seat.

"Sure, it does," Nephie remained cool and dismissive, as she tested the buckle. "I don't want you sliding around. Remember not to kick your legs too wildly. You aren't wearing panties."

A chill ran down Stephanie's spine, as that statement made her humiliation feel even more real than it was.

"Hey, you two, we are going to go out tomorrow night. You two can have the whole house to yourselves, would you like that?" Jeff asked as he drove them home.

"NO!" Stephanie answered rudely.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Stephanie’s mom chided her for being so negative. “I’ll leave money to order a pizza. You always say that you wish you had more friends!”

“We’re gonna be best friends,” Nephie put her arm around Stephanie’s neck and pulled her close for a kiss on the cheek. “Such a cutie! I’ve got some clothes that don’t fit me any longer. I’ll bring them over for you.”

“I doubt they would fit me!”

“I didn’t always have such big boobs,” Nephie smiled and lifted her bosoms up from the bottom like they were two big basketballs. “You've actually got more boobies than I had when I was your size," she offered sweetly.

"Nephie sort of blossomed two summers ago, after..." Jeff stopped short of mentioning his wife passing away.

"It's okay, Dad. You can tell them I became a whale after mom died."

"You aren't a whale, Nephie. You are just big boned," her father assured her.

Stephanie was about to try to get in a dig on her new nemesis, but she stopped because Nephie did it for her.

"Then my big bones sure do weigh a lot. My fat ass and tits bones, especially. Someone in the bathroom thought that I was Fanny's mom."

"That's because you act so mature," Diane offered politely.

"She gave me a twenty-dollar bill for diapers for Fanny, because she thought I was a single mother. I tried to give it back to her, but she insisted that I keep it."

"Well, you do what you think is best with the money, Nephie," Jeff replied with gratitude in his voice. "You did the right thing trying to give it back, and she wanted you to have it anyway."

"Thank you, Miss Meeks," Nephie said.

"Miss Meeks sounds too formal. You can call me Diane, if you like."

"I couldn't call you that," Nephie decided. "Would it be too weird if I called you Mom?"

"Oh my," Diane was flattered. She didn't want to put any pressure on Jeff. "I am flattered, but that may be premature."

"In your house, you are the mom, so if Nephie is willing and you are okay with it, I have no problem with that. Stephanie, I don't want you to feel any pressure to call me Daddy."

"Okay," Stephanie replied. She had no interest in addressing Jeff as Daddy and her abrupt answer was more than sufficient for him to get the hint. He simply smiled and said that was completely understandable.

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This is coming along really nicely, excited to see where this goes, especially what happens when they drop off at her home and have to return the cardigan

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(Revised 7/12)

"Stephanie, are you ready? Nephie will be here soon."

"I know!" Stephanie called from her room. "I can't believe you are making me spend time with Nephie."

"Oh, there you are. What are you doing, young lady?"

"MOM!! KNOCK MUCH?" Stephanie quickly yanked her shorts back up. She masturbated a lot in private, but ever since the trip to Olive Garden, Stephanie had been playing with herself more than ever.

"I am...sorry, Mom!"

"Wash your hands, and whatever you do, I don't want to find out you were diddling your...what did Nephie call it?"

"It's a vagina, Mom," Stephanie blushed furiously as she headed toward the bathroom in shame.

"A winker? A winky? Whatever it is called, you've been doing a lot of winking lately! This is the second time I caught you in two days!"

"I am already embarrassed enough, Mom."

"I should make you stand in the corner and think about what you did. Nephie's dad spanks her when she misbehaves. Am I going to have to start doing that with you?"

"I can't even imagine how Jeff can spank a butt as big as hers," Stephanie cracked a joke.

Her mother didn't laugh. "You don't have to call him Daddy, but I'd prefer you address Jeff politely as Mister Bush."

"Yes, Mom!"

"And, you complained that Nephie teased you about your size, but then you turn around and do the same thing about hers."

"Yeah, but I have the common decency not to do it to her face," Stephanie admitted while washing her hands in the bathroom. She didn't bother shutting the door. Stephanie had little sympathy for Nephie's sensitivity about her weight.

Nephie was good looking in a dangerously goth sort of way. Stephanie assumed she had no reason to be sensitive about a few extra pounds, considering how curvy she was.

"I was always taught that you should never say anything behind someone's back that you wouldn't say to their face. I want you on your best behavior while Jeff and I are on our date."

"Yes, Mom. Are you sure you can't cancel? We can do something fun or just hang out together."

"Absolutely not!" Diane said. "We're going out dancing." Her eyes seemed to sparkle at the very thought. "And you and Nephie will have fun here, whether you like it or not."

Diane cracked a little smile because she was joking about that last part. "I love you so much, Stephanie. I do not want you to feel like you are being pushed out of my life or replaced. I don't want to get ahead of myself, but I really like Jeff. You won't lose me to him, you'd gain a stepfather and stepsister."

"Gurrr," Stephanie muttered. Stephanie had been too humiliated to tell her mother about any of the things that happened when she and Nephie were alone at the restaurant. She also assumed that her mother would think it was just girls being girls with one another and find it amusing.

"It will be good for you to spend time with a girl your age, and it's only a few hours. We'll be back late, so don't forget to brush your teeth, wash behind your ears, and be in bed by 9 p.m., please."

"Nine? But what if Nephie gets to stay up?"

"Then you can stay up until Nephie goes to bed," Diane sighed. "I hand washed Nephie's cardigan, and it's hanging up in my room. Don't forget to thank her for bailing you out the other night when you made a mess of your sundress."

"That's not what happened," Stephanie muttered, but her mother had already moved on.

"And don't forget to empty the dishwasher."

"I will," Stephanie whined.

"If that job is too hard, I can ask Nephie to do it," Diane added.

"I said I will do it, geez," Stephanie complained.

"Thank you," Diane replied coldly. "Honestly, I wish you would do your chores without my constant nagging. Maybe I'll start knocking the day you stop needing to be told to take the trash out, clean your room, and empty the dishwasher."

The pair were interrupted by the doorbell.

"That will be my Jeff and your Nephie!" Diane instantly brightened as she raced to the door to greet her date.

Nephie somehow seemed even bigger and more intimidating than before as she stood behind her father. She was chewing gum and had her jet black hair up in ponytails. Nephie wore a netted shirt over her half-top that barely held her tits in. She wore a short skirt, gym shoes, and white socks with a little goth makeup.

"Hi Darling," Jeff kissed Diane passionately at the door.

Stephanie realized it was ridiculous, but she half-expected Nephie to sweep her up into her arms the moment the door opened and try to kiss her the same way with her tongue.

"I am so ready for this night. I love dancing, Jeff," Diane was as excited as a teenager on prom night.

"I am kind of rusty; I haven't danced since uh...well, it's been a while," he said as he narrowly avoided talking about his wife that passed away.

"You'll be fine, Dad! You got this!" Nephie winked at him as she walked inside the house. "I taught him a few modern steps, Mrs. Meeks," Nephie held her hand to the side of her face as if she were speaking so that only Diane could hear.

She hugged and kissed Diane at the door in a very natural and sweet manner.

"I thought you were going to call me Mom?"

"Oh, yeah! Sorry! I thought it might be too presumptuous of me."

"Presumptuous! That's a big word!" Diane was impressed. "You can call me whatever you are comfortable with, Nephie. There is no need to rush."

"Same thing goes for you," Jeff tussled Stephanie's hair and quickly stopped. "Your hair is very tangled, Stephanie."

"I am always after Stephanie to groom herself better," Diane frowned at her blushing daughter.

"I will brush Fanny's hair, Mom! I can get all the tangles out, and even wash it with the no tears shampoo!"

"That would be fantastic! Thank you, Nephie!"

Stephanie didn't think it would be so wonderful.

"I can put bows in her hair, and we can have a matching hair-do!"

Nephie ran her fingers through Stephanie's stringy blonde hair and imagined shaving it all off or cutting it short like her personal Barbie doll. She looked at Stephanie with deeply loving eyes as though she were the most adorable girl in the world.

"Oh, you could make a night of it. You can paint each other's nails, and do girl stuff!" Diane was thrilled. She looked expectantly at her daughter, expecting her to be excited. "Oh, don't be a gloomy gus! If you aren't going to take care of your hair, see what Nephie can do."

"Ugh."

Nephie found the little grunts and sounds that Stephanie made to be endearing. It was almost like a little language of its own. The grunts were a code that she wanted to crack.

"Your cardigan is clean, and I hung it in my room. Stephanie knows where it is. Thank you for loaning it to us."

"I couldn't let Fanny leave with her cute little fanny hanging out at Olive Garden."

Jeff and Diane found that amusing because it was clearly a joke. "What is it you called her bottom? A butterfly?"

"Yes," Nephie was thrilled that Diane had remembered and liked that euphemism. "I've got more of a Pelican situation going on," Nephie indicated her big bubble butt and jiggled it.

"You are just big for your age, dear. It's perfectly natural," Diane assured her.

"Thank you, Mom! Hey, that reminds me, I brought some things for Fanny," she held up a couple outfits she had brought.

"You didn't have to do that," Diane was overwhelmed by the surprise. She hadn't expected Nephie to be so thoughtful.

"I am never going to be Fanny's size again, so she may as well get some use out of them," Nephie held up a very simple tu-tu and some ballet slippers with a leotard. "It's got bunny ears, and a bunny tail on the spanks."

"Oh, how cute!"

"I know someone that teaches ballet who would love to have a girl as thin and lithe as Fanny...err...Stephanie in the class. I'll take care of the cost."

"Jeff, that's far too generous!" Diane was once again over the moon by the offer. There was no way she could pass it up.

"I have a couple that will look adorable on Stephanie," Nephie held up a shirt that said "Mommy's Good Girl."

"Oh, my! I'd love it if Stephanie was mommy's good girl," Diane couldn't say no to that gift. She assumed that it was probably from Nephie's mother that passed away.

"You can do a fashion show when we get back, Nephie. We have to get going, or we'll miss all the dancing," Jeff reminded his daughter politely.

"One more thing," Nephie held up a pink swimsuit with a proud smile on her face. "Look who it is, Fanny! Hello Kitty!"

The one piece swimsuit looked incredibly infantile to Stephanie. She couldn't imagine Nephie ever being small enough to wear it. "That's too small, even for me."

"Oh, nonsense!" Diane was excited. "We'll make it fit. I am sure we can do some adjustments. You can wear it when we go visit the beach."

Diane seemed puzzled.

"Cat's out of the bag," Jeff said. "I have a timeshare at a campground in Myrtle Beach. We used to go all the time, but we haven't for the last two years. It's paid for, and we'll lose the points if we don't go. I was going to ask you tonight if you wanted to go with us?"

"Oh, Jeff! Of course we would," Diane was thrilled. Stephanie not so much.

"We can talk about the arrangements, but at least one of us has a new swimsuit already!"

"It's not new, it's a hand-me-down," Stephanie groaned.

Diane loved the idea of the girls being sisters and giving each other hand-me-downs. "You better thank Nephie for these clothes, Stephanie. If you are still awake, I want to see you model everything for us tonight when we get home."

"Oh, we should be back late," Jeff winked at Diane. "I plan to cut the rug fantastic with you, my love."

It was the first time that Jeff had said he loved Diane. He paused awkwardly as he realized that it had accidentally slipped out of his mouth. He planned to apologize if she was offended, but paused to see her reaction.

"Or..." Diane hesitated for a moment to collect her thoughts. "We might have that fashion show in the morning over breakfast."

Jeff brightened. The suggestion that they'd be spending the night together was all he needed to hear. "I'll make my special pancakes."

"I hope I have the ingredients. I haven't been shopping for a while. My daughter eats like a bird, and it's just been the two of us," Diane admitted with some chagrin.

"A messy bird," Nephie added. "Don't worry, Mom. I'll make sure Fanny eats, and doesn't spill it everywhere if I have to feed her at every meal."

"I don't spill my food at EVERY meal," Stephanie protested, but no one registered her complaint.

"Alright, we'd better hit the dusty trail," Jeff said as he politely took Diane's arm to lead her to the car.

"We're good to order pizza, right?" Stephanie asked.

"Sure. There are coupons on the fridge that might not be expired," Mom said. "Be good, girls!"

"I've missed you, Fanny!" Nephie scooped her up before they heard the sound of her father's car pulling away.

"That's not my name!" Stephanie wriggled like a bug trying to flip itself back over.

"It most certainly is! You silly girl! Don't you remember telling me that you were Fanny Meeks the silly little girl with itty-bitty-boobies?" Nephie tickled her nipples through the material of her shirt.

"Stop!" Stephanie resisted, but she didn't put up that much resistance. There wasn't much she could do to fend off the bigger girl.

"No yelling," Nephie warned her while she kicked and flailed around in her arms.

"Or what?"

"Or this," Nephie lifted the smaller girl's shirt and blew a raspberry on her tummy. Stephanie had near washboard abs, even though she didn't work out. It was just a natural side effect of her genetics.

"Put me down, please!"

"I know what this is. You're back to pretending to be a big girl like me." She tossed Stephanie onto the couch. "Your wish is my command, Fanny. Now, I have to remind you of who you are."

"I am Stephanie Meeks and I am older than you," Stephanie protested as Nephie tackled her on the couch.

"Tell you what, tell me what you are," Nephie chuckled with a big smile on her face. "Tickle time is coming early tonight!"

Stephanie cringed. She didn't want to be tickled mercilessly again. "A silly...little girl."

"What was that?"

"Ugh."

"I didn't hear you. Say it so I can hear it, Fanny. What are you, and what size boobies do you have?" She pinched the girl's nipples playfully through her shirt.

"I am a silly little girl with itty bitty boobies, okay? Happy?"

"Yes, immensely! I saw you smile when I just thought about tickling you. I guess you need some more of what Nephie brought over for you! Tickles!"

"No... Eeee, eeee, ee!" Stephanie's giggles were light hearted and bubbly despite being completely involuntary.

"Yes, look at your little butterfly wiggling on this couch, let me tickle those butt cheeks of yours!"

"Ack! No, stop," Stephanie tried to prevent the bigger girl from flipping her over, but she couldn't. She landed flat on her stomach, butt up in the air on the couch. Nephie attacked her butt with tickles through the shorts she had on.

"Butterfly cheeks make good drums," Nephie lightly tapped out a syncopated rhythm on Stephanie's butt while tickling her and holding her down.

"Quit, please! Hahaha," Stephanie laughed.

"What are you?" Nephie continued the onslaught of explosive tickles.

"A silly little girl with itty bitty boobies, now quit!"

"Okay, I am done with your booty. Now, let me see those chipmunk cheeks on your face, and that marshmallow tummy of yours," Nephie flipped the girl over again so she could tickle her front.

Stephanie kicked her legs into Nephie's boobs. She thought that the surprise lunge would catch Nephie by surprise. Instead, Nephie grabbed her feet, pulled off her shoes, and began tickling the bottoms.

"No! Ah, Ah! Nephie! No, ha-hah!"

"Silly little girls are oh so ticklish!" Nephie enjoyed herself while effortlessly physically controlling her movements by not allowing her to wriggle away.

Stephanie had no idea how long the tickling lasted.

Nephie paused just long enough to let her catch her breath before sending her back into a world of soprano squeals, helpless giggling, and frantic tickling that seemed to cause every muscle in her body to tighten while forcing her to laugh about it.

Nephie loved making her blush, and adored her dimples. "You love this, don't you?"

"No, I don't," Stephanie said through tear-filled eyes, while laughing uproariously.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle," Nephie ignored her protests and insisted she loved every second of it.

Stephanie rolled off the couch and onto the carpet, before ending upside down chuckling uncontrollably. She scarcely noticed that her shorts and socks had come off during the tickle until Nephie finally relented to catch her own breath.

The girls gasped together and gulped air. Stephanie had vague memories of her clothes coming off. It had happened organically as she squirmed to try to get away. Nephie hadn't stripped her intentionally.

There she was in front of Nephie, in nothing but her white cotton panties and shirt.

"Where are my..." she spied her shorts out of reach.

"What are you looking for?" Nephie asked with a coy grin.

"My clothes. I can't..." Nephie's hand covered her mouth.

"Shh," Nephie said. "We need to talk about these first." She snapped Stephanie's waistband.

"What about them?"

"You're so cute," Nephie said. "I suppose silly little girls don't know these things. These are big girl panties. You can't pretend to be big, Fanny!"

"I am older than you," Stephanie nearly bit Nephie's hand as she shouted into her palm.

"Shh. I already told you no yelling. If you continue, you'll get a time out, and a spanking!" Nephie insisted.

Stephanie couldn't believe Nephie had the audacity to talk to her this way and threaten a punishment.

"I don't get spanked like you do!"

"How do you know I get spanked?" Nephie asked calmly while removing her hand from Stephanie's mouth and reminding her to use her inside voice.

"My mom told me that your dad has to spank you," Stephanie grinned wickedly.

"What did you do that was naughty?" Nephie quickly pieced together that Stephanie must have been in trouble, and her mother warned her what would happen if she kept doing it.

"Nothing!"

"You must have done something. Your mom didn't just brag about me getting spanked."

"I forgot to unload the dishwasher," Stephanie lied.

Nephie could see the lie on her face, and remained skeptical.

"If you don't believe me, you can check. The dishwasher is full of clean dishes. I have to do it before she gets home."

Stephanie was quickly getting agitated.

"Here's what we're gonna do. No more talking for now. If you need to say something, you'll nod-nod for yes." Nephie demonstrated. "Or shake-shake for no." Again, she demonstrated by shaking her body without moving her arms or head. "Understand?"

Stephanie nodded.

"Very good," Nephie smiled. "Now, you're an itty bitty little girl with itty-bitty boobies, right?"

Stephanie groaned. She knew this was a trick! She shook her body back and forth to defy Nephie by saying no.

"Stubborn little girl or dumb little girl?" Nephie patronized her with baby talk. "It's nod-nod for yes. I know what you are, Baby Fanny. I just need you to understand that I am a big girl, and you are a little girl. A very silly little girl."

Nephie gently took Stephanie's chin and nodded her head for her.

"Now, silly little girls don't wear big girl panties like these," Nephie snapped the panties and inspected them.

"I am not a silly little girl, Nephie, and my name is Stephanie!"

"You are. You admitted it. Plus, only a silly little girl would bunny hop through a restaurant with food all over her pretty angel baby face." She tickled Stephanie's sides to make a smile burst across her face.

"Ah, stop, ha hah," Stephanie tried in vain to defend herself from the tickling.

"Stubborn little girls get front wedgies," Nephie yanked the panties up the crack of Stephanie's hairless vagina.

Stephanie yelped in shock.

"They get butt crack wedgies, too!"

"Ahhh," Stephanie's hands instantly went to her backside, but Nephie easily brushed them away.

"That's why you aren't ready for big girl panties. I am going to take all of your big girl panties home with me and keep them safe, and give them back to you when you have some hair above this baby winky of yours."

Stephanie's face went red, and she stood frozen while the bigger girl pulled her panties down in the front to expose her pussy.

"Now, answer with a nod for yes, and a shake for no, little girl. Do you have any more undies in your room?"

Nephie wanted to see her room. She wanted to see the bed that Stephanie slept in and how it was decorated. She wanted to smell her sheets and wondered if it would smell like Stephanie's sweat.

Stephanie lied and shook her body back and forth to indicate that she didn't.

"What happened to your Hello Kitty panties?"

"Laundry!"

"Do you have any pull-ups?"

"As if," Stephanie frowned.

"No talking. Answer with a nod or a shake," Nephie tickled her until she shook her body that she didn't have any.

"I'm the same age as you! Why do you keep treating me like a baby?"

"I am a young lady, you are a silly little girl. You gotta start saying it, or we'll have to go back to tickles. Anytime you don't tell me your name is Fanny or that you are a silly little girl when I ask, I am gonna tickle you, or do something like this," she honked Stephanie's tits through her shirt. "Meep-meep!"

Stephanie groaned.

"What are you, Fanny?" Nephie asked. She lifted Stephanie's shirt to expose her tummy, and prepared to blow another raspberry.

"A silly little girl," Stephanie answered.

"Silly little girls don't wear big girl panties."

Nephie's tone made it sound like it was as absurd as a monkey wearing a business suit.

There was only one reasonable solution. "Guess you'll just have to be a naked little girl!" Even in her exhausted state, Stephanie tried to stop Nephie from pulling her panties down to her ankles, but it was too late.

"Hey!!" Stephanie tried to pull them up, but Nephie merely blocked the girl's hands and lifted her feet to pull them off completely.

"Give those back!"

Nephie began tickling Stephanie into submission, and removed her shirt by pulling it over her head while the girl was stunned by her own constant laughter.

"Nope, you're a naked little girl until I say otherwise."

"Why are you doing this?"

"You did this, Fanny. All you had to do was behave yourself and admit what you are. You are responsible for losing your clothes."

"I can't stand in the living room naked," Stephanie crouched a little and wrapped her arms around her body to cover her most intimate parts.

Nephie found it adorable. "Why are you trying to protect your modesty? I'm a girl, and I've seen plenty of pussies before. Your tiny tater tots on your chest are hardly exciting. This is your house, and we are the only ones here."

"But I still don't walk around naked! Please let me get dressed, Nephie."

Nephie kept her voice authoritative but calm and matter-of-fact. "You're going to stay naked until you learn that you are a little girl, and you need to do as you are told and listen more than you talk."

Nephie had been told that plenty of times by her mom when Maggie was still alive. Her father reminded her that she needed to listen more than she talked as well.

"What am I supposed to do like this, Nephie?"

"Sit criss-cross apple sauce for me," Nephie pointed to a spot on the carpet where Stephanie now stood shivering and quaking.

Stephanie complied, hands all but welded over her crotch.

"Hands away from your winky, it's not going anywhere."

"Tstch," Stephanie rolled her eyes and removed her hands. "Why are you so interested in my wink...pussy?"

"Why are you so interested in it? Do you play with it, Fanny?"

"None of your business," Stephanie insisted.

"I am making it my business. I bet you finger that little hole more than you pick your own nose!"

"I do not pick my nose!" Stephanie lied. She had a small collection of boogers plastered to her wall, but she wasn't going to admit that to Nephie.

"I bet you pick your butt, though."

Stephanie had zero interest in playing with her butt. At least, that was something she wasn't lying about.

Nephie noted the difference in her expressions. She assumed that Stephanie was telling the truth that time.

"Now, keep your hands at your sides and don't touch your winky, nose, or pick your butt. If you start talking and trying to act like a big girl, I am gonna tickle you even harder."

Suddenly, Stephanie had a strong urge to scratch her nose, but she suppressed it.

"We're gonna go back to nods and head shakes for now so you can really, really focus, Fanny, and I am going to keep you naked for a little while to teach you a lesson in humility and obedience. Do you appreciate that?"

Stephanie wiggled her body to indicate that she didn't.

"You are probably too little to understand what appreciate means. It means you want to thank me for my time teaching you to be a good girl for mommy. Now, I have a television show that you can watch in my bag."

Nephie held up a Barney CD. "Do you know who this purple dinosaur is? This is an episode on the importance of brusha-brusha-brushing your teeth," she pantomimed brushing her teeth vigorously.

"I know who Barney is, and I do not want to watch that," Stephanie groaned.

"I am going to let you in on a big girl secret that my mother taught me," Nephie whispered as if this was so secret it had to be told only in hushed tones. "You don't know anything about the world yet. You have to try things before you can decide you don't like them, Fanny."

Stephanie didn't want that advice.

"Now, do you want to sit in my lap while you watch Barney?"

Stephanie shook her body no. Her puffy pink nipples jiggled ever so slightly.

"Then you prefer to sit on the floor just like you are?"

Once again, Stephanie shook her body no.

Nephie was tempted to continue asking just to watch those pointy nipples flap back and forth. "Those are the choices, Fanny."

Stephanie shook her tits again side to side. Nephie smiled a lot, but this time it was because Stephanie had chosen to answer the way she had been told instead of just shouting no.

"Okay, you can stand up and watch it then." Nephie reached down to help Stephanie to her feet so that the smaller girl stood between her and the impressively sized TV in the living room.

"I can't wait to catch some games on this couch with my dad," Nephie observed as she loaded up the Barney DVD. "I love you, you love me, we are one big happy family, with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you!"

Nephie turned around and kissed Stephanie on the lips. This time it was more than just a friendly peck. She didn't open her mouth, but Stephanie felt something deep down inside that she had never felt before. It was a mixture of revulsion, confusion, and desire.

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Stephanie had been raised to think girls shouldn't be with other girls, and yet the kiss wasn't bad at all.

"Won't you...say...you...love me...too?" Nephie's melancholy song clearly asked if Stephanie loved her.

"I am not into girls," Stephanie wiped off the kiss.

"As my mother always said, you really should try something before you decide you don't like it," Nephie's smile seemed a little dangerous. Her feelings were a little hurt, but she didn't let it dissuade her. "Now, I want you to watch the entire thing and sing along. If you don't, I'll start it again, Baby Fanny."

At first, Stephanie resisted singing along. She'd watched the young actors and actresses dance along behind Barney while he taught them lessons when she was little.

Nephie gave her a quick swat to the butt. "My mother also used to say, it's not really a punishment unless it's on the bare butt."

It was said like a threat that Stephanie needed to sing along right now.

"Barney's friends are big and small, they come from lots of places," Stephanie sang off-key without any enthusiasm. She was surprised that she still knew the words by heart.

"She also said girls learn when their butts burn. Where does your mom keep your paddle?" Nephie asked as if she was going to get it.

"Barney shows us lots of things! Like how to play pree-tend! ABC's, and 123's!" Stephanie stepped up her lively rendition of Barney's song. Nephie was quite pleased that Stephanie clearly still knew the words to the theme song.

Nephie sat down on the couch behind Stephanie and stared at the girl's clenched butt cheeks while she stood there with her legs together and sang along to the songs. She was so embarrassed, and she started to feel like a little girl, even though she wasn't.

Anytime that Stephanie tried to turn around to see if Nephie had stepped away and was no longer observing, Nephie tossed a drink coaster at her behind, and said she'd spend the rest of the show doing jumping jacks or sitting in Nephie's lap.

"Have you seen this one, Fanny? It's called My Family's Just Right For Me," Nephie asked as the singing stopped and the acting began.

"No," Stephanie lied. She knew this episode very well. "Ouch," a coaster smacked her butt cheek and harmlessly fell to the carpet at her feet.

"Nod-nod for yes, wiggle-wiggle back and forth for no," Nephie reminded her.

"I thought it was shake-shake," Stephanie shook back and forth.

Nephie liked watching her shake more than she would have liked watching her nod. "Right you are! Good memory, Baby Fanny!"

Nephie acted like that had been a test. "Let's see," she tried to recall the names of each actor's character. "That's Kathy, Luci, and Michael. I can't remember that blonde kid's name?"

"Derek!"

"You had a crush on Derek, didn't you?" Nephie surmised by how quickly and passionately Stephanie had answered.

"No, he's just the most popular character besides Barney. Everybody knows Derek!"

Nephie suppressed a smile. She enjoyed how Stephanie seemed to be gradually accepting the way things were going to be while her father dated Diane. She hoped things would work out between them, because she could do this every day.

"I am going to get a drink," Nephie announced during a slow part. "Do you want me to pour you a sippy cup of milk?"

"No, a glass, please! I don't have any sippy cups!"

"That's crazy! You must make messes all the time," Nephie feigned surprise. "Don't touch your wet little winker while I am in the kitchen. Stand up straight and keep your eyes on the television."

Stephanie was suddenly alone, and she felt stupid for having gone along with this. She wasn't sure why she had complied, or why she still was.

Nephie quietly snapped photos of the girl with her phone while Stephanie had her back turned and thought Nephie was in the kitchen.

When Nephie did return, she sat down with some tea. "Oh, I love this part!"

"Where is my drink?" Stephanie felt cheated.

"Aww, no tantrums and no yelling, Baby Fanny. You don't have a sippy cup, so I can't take the chance you'll accidentally spill it everywhere. You can have milk when we eat."

"When are we going to eat?"

"We'll watch this a second time, and then order pizza," Nephie said and added, "If you wanna be a big girl, you have to demonstrate patience."

"I am hungry, Nephie!"

"Then watch the episode, sing along, and if you sing really well, I'll let you sit in my lap and order the pizza. Would you like that, Baby Fanny?"

"No!"

"Oh, sounds like someone wants to stay standing naked in the living room."

Stephanie hadn't planned to be defiant. She just instinctively shouted out no. She shook back and forth.

"That's still the wrong answer, silly girl. Looks like you need to watch it one more time so you learn the words better."

"Please, Nephie?"

"Are you going to behave like a good girl, and not try to squirm around in my lap?"

Stephanie shook back and forth to indicate she wouldn't resist.

"Good, it's almost over. You can sit here when the show is finished, and I'll dial for you, and you can talk to the person to order."

Stephanie sang along despite feeling absurd, and Nephie pulled her into her lap as the credits rolled. She made high pitched noises of protest as she squirmed around in the nude. She could feel Nephie's hard nipples in her back as the big girl completely immobilized her by pulling Stephanie's arms across her chest and holding her wrists.

"Did you like the show?" she asked when Stephanie calmed down.

Stephanie had a feeling that if she didn't nod vigorously, Nephie would make her watch it again.

"Good. I think it'll be your favorite before long." Nephie smiled down at her. "You get grouchy when you are hungry."

"This is just weird, Nephie. I am naked on your lap."

"Yes, and your winker is dripping wet," Nephie asked, "Is that pee, or are you excited?"

Stephanie was mortified when Nephie quickly fingered Stephanie's pussy and then tasted the juice on her finger.

"Oh my god," Stephanie's eyes exploded as wide as they could go.

"You are horny, naughty girl!"

"What would you have done if that WAS pee?" Stephanie asked in shock. She still couldn't believe that Nephie had tasted her like she was a party dip laid out on the coffee table.

"I'd use some baby wipes to clean your winky up, and put you in one of the diapers that I brought with me for you," Nephie answered calmly. She hadn't thought about the possibility because she expected Stephanie was as turned on as she was.

"But you would have tasted my pee?"

"Well, my mom always said you have to try something once to know that you don't like it," Nephie smiled and whispered into the girl's ear while holding her closer. She reached down again, and this time purposely dragged her finger down the length of her pussy.

"I don't like girls!"

"You could have fooled me," Nephie licked her finger, and this time she savored the taste of Stephanie's pussy. "I might just forgo pizza and eat you up!" Nephie made a gobbling sound in her ear as she kissed the girl's neck. "You are wet because of me."

"No, I am always like this," Stephanie wasn't lying that time. Nephie could tell because she had figured out Stephanie's obvious tells during some of the things she said that Nephie knew wasn't true.

"How often do you play with yourself?" Nephie asked calmly.

"NEVER!" Stephanie lied so obviously that Nephie didn't need to know her tells to see that she had.

"Everybody does it," Nephie informed her.

"That would mean your Dad jerks off," Stephanie scoffed.

"He's not going to be jerking off tonight when he spends the night with your mom," Nephie countered slyly.

Stephanie had no response to that. It dawned on her that Nephie was right.

"Will you please let go of my arms, and allow me to order a pizza? I am a silly little girl with itty-bitty boobies," she added for good measure. Stephanie wanted food, and she didn't want to wait any longer.

"Yes, you really are a little girl. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. You are a silly little girl, and that's that."

Stephanie hadn't believed it when she said it, but Nephie had said it with so much conviction that Stephanie almost believed her.

"We'll make the order," Nephie picked her arm and placed her down on the floor. She held Stephanie between her knees and asked, "But first, what is your name?"

"Steph...Fanny."

"Try again, you almost had it."

"Fanny," Stephanie answered with curled lips at the side of her mouth in frustration.

"Fanny, go shake your fanny and refill my glass with tea. Then pour yourself a small tumbler of water."

"You said I could have milk!"

Her mother had never placed Nephie in charge, but her authority started to feel almost organic to Stephanie.

"Yes, I did, Fanny. That was when I thought you had sippy cups. You don't, and water is much easier to explain to your mother if you spill it."

Nephie spoke down to her like she was a silly baby for even asking.

"Fine, can I get dressed first?" Stephanie asked, but then realized she didn't need to ask permission.

She was already reaching for her shirt when Nephie's authoritative tone caused her to freeze. "You're staying just as you are," she said. "Go on, get us some drinks."

Stephanie wiggled back and forth to indicate no. She realized that sort of defeated the point of defying the order a little too late to stop herself from doing it.

"Fanny Meeks," Nephie's voice was only a little bit louder, but it still made Stephanie's peach fuzz stand on end. "You can walk if you go right now. Otherwise, you'll be hopping like a bunny." She smirked. "Or maybe crawling like a baby."

"This is so dumb," Stephanie muttered as she stamped toward the kitchen.

Nephie smiled. Grumpiness was okay by her, as long as the little girl was obedient. She jumped to her feet, however, when Stephanie suddenly swerved toward her room.

"Oh, no you don't," Nephie said as she barreled toward her.

Stephanie panicked and tried to dash into her room in time to close the door behind her. She slipped on the carpet and face planted on the carpet.

"Are you okay, Twinkle Toes?" Nephie asked as she stood over the girl.

"Yes," Stephanie said as she accepted Nephie's hand to help her to her feet.

"You were caught by your own clumsy lack of coordination," Nephie snickered. "That was very naughty. Since I don't know where your paddle is, I am going to put you over my knee."

"No," Stephanie protested as Nephie made it obvious that she wasn't going to reconsider. She placed Stephanie's naked body over her knee, butt facing up. She wanted to tell her she had a cute little butthole, but instead she quietly fumed and enjoyed looking at it.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

"This is an over the knee spanking. Hasn't your mom ever given you a spanking?" Nephie asked as she looked around for one of Stephanie's shoes to smack her butt with.

"No, my mom doesn't spank me."

The position was designed to make a girl feel uncomfortable and vulnerable. She was draped over the bigger girl's knee, with her small boobs pressed into her thigh, and her head angled toward the carpet. Her butt was exposed, and facing upward so that it could be spanked easily.

Her legs dangled helplessly as she awaited a punishment that Nephie had never been given permission to give Stephanie in the first place.

"That explains the stubborn tantrums. Girls learn when their butts burn, now it's time for a lesson on counting to ten. How many numbers can you count to, silly girl?"

"Infinity!"

"It's so cute that you still think you are a big girl who can count all the way to infinity. I only need you to count to ten. Do you think you can show me how smart you are?" Nephie cooed in a nurturing, sweet voice as she walked the tips of two of her fingers up Stephanie's bare back.

"Yes," Stephanie frowned.

The very act of making Stephanie say that she could count to ten, solidified and made real for her that she'd be receiving ten swats from one of her own sneakers.

The first swat was gentle and barely caused a jiggle.

"What? Ah!" Stephanie cried out. The tennis shoe sole barely caused any sensation at all. Nephie wasn't trying to hurt her, just teach her a lesson.

"Hands away from your butterfly. You will count each one and take your medicine, Fanny! I am going to give you a red fanny! Ready? This is one."

SMACK!

This time the sneaker sole landed a little crisper, but hardly had the impact the palm of Nephie's hand or a wooden paddle would have made.

"That's two!" Stephanie yelped.

"You didn't count the first one, and that means I don't count it. You'll announce how many swats you received and answer my questions completely after each swat, or I'll start over. Understood?"

"Yes, uh...two."

"No, that was one. You missed the first one, silly girl. You have to pay closer attention. The next one will be two!" Nephie informed her in a tone that suggested Stephanie couldn't count.

"Two!" Stephanie tried to place her hands over her bare buttocks, but Nephie quickly put a stop to it.

"Hands at your sides, silly girl. The more you delay and frustrate me, the longer this process will take. Now, I am being as gentle as possible, but you have to take all your punishment like a good girl. Do you want to be a good girl, Fanny?"

Stephanie hesitated, and Nephie ran the tip of her sneaker up her butt crack. "Yes, Nephie...I will be good. Can I get dressed after this?"

"That all depends on how well behaved you are, and if I feel you learned your lesson, silly girl. It's just the two of us. I've already seen all your girly parts. You don't need modesty around me," she assured her. Then she popped the girl's cute behind with the bottom of her shoe again.

"Three!"

Stephanie counted each swat. It felt equal parts absurd, humiliating, and like Nephie had no right to inflict this on her bottom. The tennis shoe sole barely stung anything other than her pride. Nephie promised it would be over after ten swats, and she just wanted to get through it.

The next few pops on the butt made her butt glow a light pink, but hardly burned. She settled down and counted each one up to ten.

"Good, now that hurt me worse than it hurt you," Nephie massaged the girl's slightly pink butt cheek.

"What does that even mean?"

"I really don't know. My mom used to say it to me when I was naughty, and I always thought that I had a sore ass and she had a sore hand, so it hurt her worse because a little thing like a spanking with the bottom of a sandal really didn't bother me."

"Well, it bothered me. Can I get off your knee now?" Stephanie asked and promised not to run back to her room.

"Do you promise to be a good little girl?"

"Yes," Stephanie said after a moment's hesitation.

"Good," Nephie gave her bottom a quick kiss. "This is for your boo-boo."

Stephanie frowned in disgust when she realized that Nephie had kissed her butt cheek.

"Your butt cheek is clean. Don't tell me your mom never kissed your boo-boos?"

"Not on my butt! That's weird!"

"My mom always said that she loved me enough to spank my ass, the least she could do is kiss it to make it feel better after she was done."

"Gross! Does your dad kiss your big butt after he spanks you?"

Nephie thought that mental image was disturbing and realized that she had never thought about why he didn't. "No, he doesn't. As you said, my butt is far too big for kisses now. His tongue would go dry by the first butt cheek."

"You aren't using your tongue on my butt, are you?" she asked as she tried to look over her shoulder and see what Nephie was doing. Stephanie was still draped over Nephie's lap.

"No, Fanny. It's just a little ritual to let you know that I had to punish you because you were naughty, but that I forgive you. Now, where did you think you were going?"

"My room."

"Is it your bedtime already?" Nephie asked in fake surprise, wondering just what Stephanie's bedroom looked like.

"No."

"Were you going to get your favoritest toy?"

"No."

"Don't you know what happened to the last little pig that ran from me?" Nephie began to tell her a modified version of the three little pigs. "The first little piglet was not very bright. She rutted, and grunted, and farted all day long and built her room out of straw. And do you know what I said when she shut the door on me?"

Stephanie remained quiet.

"Little Piglet, Little Piglet, let me in! And do you know what you said after that?" Nephie booped the girl's nose and touched her chin as she said, "Not by the hair on my chinny, chin, chin!"

"Can we just order the pizza, please?" Stephanie frowned. She was sitting naked on Nephie's knee and not struggling to get away.

"Alright, alright. I was saving that one for your bedtime, anyway." Nephie shifted Stephanie into a sitting position on her lap. "What are we gonna eat?"

"Mom said pizza."

"That's right."

"But I need to get dressed." Stephanie tried to slide off of Nephie's lap, but she grabbed her and put her right back.

"What do you want to wear, little girl?"

"Clothes?" Stephanie pushed on Nephie's tits, and squirmed, but Nephie locked her arms around the girl.

"You are kind of lacking in appropriate clothes for silly little girls who misbehave." Nephie turned Stephanie's face toward her. "And we know you're a silly little girl. So, you get to choose."

"From now on, I don't want you on living room furniture. You are far too messy. You can either sit criss-cross apple sauce or in somebody's lap."

Stephanie assumed that she meant for just tonight. She agreed just so that Nephie would allow her to get off of her lap.

"Do you understand, Fanny?" Nephie nodded her head and placed one finger over Stephanie's mouth to indicate she wanted to see a nod.

After Stephanie nodded vigorously, Nephie set the girl back down on the carpet and reminded her to sit criss-cross apple sauce while she decided what the girl could wear.

"I have clothes right there," Stephanie reminded her that she could just put those on as she complied.

"You forfeit those today by trying to act like a big girl when you know you aren't." She said as she pulled out a pair of Care Bear Undies featuring a purple cartoon bear and the words "Share Bear."

"Care Bears, or a diaper," Nephie produced a large diaper designed for older girls. "Size seven!"

"Why do you even have that?"

"For naughty girls," Nephie answered without a moment of hesitation as if that were the most obvious answer in the world. "Now, you can choose undies or diaper, and if you don't choose anything, then you remain naked for the rest of the evening."

"But we are getting delivery!"

"Won't he be thrilled by your hairless winky, and tiny boobies," Nephie answered dismissively. She liked what she saw, but she assumed that this delivery person wouldn't appreciate the girl's total lack of curves like she did. "He will just think you are a silly little girl that runs around the house naked."

Stephanie realized Nephie was probably serious, and she had seen girls run around on lawns or in public fountains in just panties. She knew that was a real possibility she'd be mistaken for a kid.

"Undies or diaper, little girl?"

Stephanie smirked as inspiration struck. She decided to call Nephie's bluff. She assumed that Nephie would lose her nerve and not make her follow through.

"Diaper!"

The delight on Nephie's face told her that she had messed up, especially once a packet of wipes and baby powder emerged from the bag.

"I changed my mind, undies!"

"We are changing diapers, not minds, tonight, silly girl."

Stephanie tried to dart away, but Nephie effortlessly caught the girl and pulled her over.

"No, no, no!" Stephanie protested while kicking and swinging her fists.

"Stop, you are going to accidentally hit yourself," Nephie took one of Stephanie's wrists and bopped her in her own face with it. "Every time you swing at me, it's gonna hit you."

Nephie placed Stephanie on her back and lifted her legs above her head to diaper her.

"Stop, please! I changed my mind, Nephie!"

"You have been a non-stop giggly little wiggle worm all day. I am tempted to leave you naked, but it's time for the diaper to come on. Stop fighting it, silly little girl," she remained calm despite Stephanie trying to pull her legs away.

A stray kick to Nephie's tit caught her off guard. "Hold still!" Nephie grunted.

Stephanie was emboldened and tried again. This time, Nephie grabbed her foot and began to tickle it mercilessly. Nephie alternated between tickling and applying baby powder, and then securing the diaper.

"There we go," Nephie said softly. "Baby's all snug in her diaper-wiper."

"I am not a baby," Stephanie hissed with the little energy she still had.

"Oh, I know," Nephie said. "But you chose this." Stephanie sputtered. "We're just playing pretend, aren't we? It's a baby game. I know you aren't really a baby, but play along, silly girl. Now, are you feeling comfy and snug?"

Nephie helped her up to her feet and kissed her cheeks, while inhaling her sweat. Stephanie's scent was a mixture of girl sweat, tickle tears, wet pussy, and baby powder, and it was intoxicating to Nephie.

"I don't need diapers," Stephanie frowned in sullen defeat.

"That's not what I asked. I asked you if you are comfy and snug, silly girl?"

Stephanie only shrugged.

Nephie smiled and hugged her, this time pulling Stephanie's bare chest between her bosoms while inhaling the girl.

"I want to take it off."

"But then you'll be naked when the pizza gets here." Nephie brought a hand to her head in feigned surprise. "We still need to order! It'll be midnight before we even eat at this rate."

She acted like that had all been Stephanie's fault for delaying them.

"I am not calling for a pizza if the guy is going to see me in a diaper?"

"Who says it's gonna be a delivery guy? It might be a delivery girl," Nephie teased. "Tell you what. If you stand quietly and sing along with Barney again, I will make sure they do not see you."

"Fine."

Nephie admired how her nose looked even more babyish wrinkled when she was annoyed and frustrated.

"What kinda pizza do you even like?" Nephie asked.

"I don't know. Pepperoni!"

"Tonight, you are trying Hawaiian."

"I don't like Hawaiian pizza," Stephanie frowned as Nephie dialed the phone on the coupon Diane had left on the fridge.

"Have you ever had it?"

"No!"

"The rule is that you have to try new things just once. I'll get half Hawaiian, and half Pepperoni, but only if you are going to promise to be well behaved and play the baby game tonight."

Stephanie begrudgingly nodded vigorously that she would.

Nephie smiled triumphantly and placed the order. "Now, we wait for the delivery guy! You can watch Barney again."

"You aren't going to make me wear a diaper without my shirt on in front of the delivery guy, are you?"

"What difference would a shirt make to a baby?" Nephie gently played with Stephanie's pink nipples like they were rubber toys.

"Stop!"

"I was just trying to make your nipples harder to see if they will stand up and shoot out like mine do. My nipples are bigger than your entire boob."

"Urrgh!"

"Don't tell me you don't play with these little bee stings and wish they'd sprout into actual breasts?"

Stephanie played with her nipples anytime she got a chance in private. That was what was making this even more humiliating for her. It was hard not to gasp and reveal on her face that she loved the way Nephie touched them.

"No, but guys I've had sex with like to play with them, so they must be big enough," Stephanie said.

"Who have you had sex with?"

"I am not telling!"

"Oh, is he a supermodel that works for Chippendales and lives in Canada?" Nephie scoffed with amusement dancing on her face.

Stephanie had no idea what that meant. "No, you don't know them."

"I go to the same school as you. I know all the boys there," Nephie assured her. "I'll let you wear a shirt if you tell me his name."

"Kirk Foster, Brad Thornton, Eric Edison," Stephanie listed off three of the popular boys in their class.

"All at the same time?" Nephie grinned wickedly.

"NO! Earlier, and not always all the way."

"You dated Kirk Foster? He's as tall as I am. How would that even work?"

"You said if I told you, then I'd get a shirt."

"Yes, but not if you lied to me. Do you have any proof you banged these guys?"

"Like a used condom?" Stephanie asked.

"Haha, that would be a fun souvenir, wouldn't it? No, more like a love letter. A text message, anything like that."

"No, I don't have a phone!"

"Oh right, because you are a little girl," Nephie snapped her fingers as if she had almost forgotten.

"No, I just don't have one, okay?"

"What happened to it?"

"Nothing!"

Nephie grabbed Stephanie by the wrist, held up her underarm, and began tickling.

"Fine, I lost it, okay?"

Nephie grinned and relented. She knew from her interactions with Stephanie's mom that she thought Stephanie was very irresponsible.

"I will give you the benefit of the doubt, but when we are at school, I'll expect you to prove to me that you know them," Nephie said as she reached in her bag to find a shirt for Stephanie to wear.

"We don't talk much anymore after the breakup," Stephanie lied. She had experience having sex, but it was with much less cooler guys, and it was awkward because of her height and size.

"Oh sure," Nephie tossed a powder pink shirt at her.

"Mute enabled?" Stephanie read the caption of the front.

"My mom's idea of a joke. She used to use a pretend remote control like this," Nephie demonstrated by pointing an invisible remote at Stephanie. "She would tell me that she pressed mute, and I had to stop talking."

"Just when you were in the shirt?" Stephanie thought that sounded really strict.

"It was funny, and no, it was all the time. We'll start doing that as well. Mute," Nephie clicked an imaginary button and warned, "Your mute has been enabled. If you talk before I unmute you, then it's back over my knee. You can always nod-nod and shake-shake."

Stephanie frowned silently.

"If you can play the baby game and remain silent while muted, then I won't make you take a bite of the Hawaiian pizza. You still can if you want to try a new thing," Nephie decided as she loaded up the Barney DVD for a second playing. "I'll also make sure that the pizza delivery guy doesn't see you as well. Will you do that?"

Stephanie nod-nodded yes.

"Good, I am going to unmute you, but only so you can sing along. You can stand in the center of the room or sit criss-cross apple sauce."

This time Stephanie obediently and silently chose to sit cross legged on the carpet. Any time she stopped singing or looked away from the television, Nephie warned that she'd be using something harder than the sole of her tennis shoe the next time she gave her a spanking. "That was just a warm up."

After Stephanie finished singing along to another viewing of the same episode of Barney, the pizza still had not arrived. Stephanie was shocked to see Nephie standing behind her with three Oreo cookies on a saucer plate and a tall glass of milk.

"You were a good girl, Stephanie, and good girls get cookies and milk. Would you like that?"

Stephanie nod-nodded eagerly. She was shocked when Nephie knelt down to where she was sitting on the carpet. She held up an Oreo for the girl to eat out of her fingers.

"C'mon, Nephie!"

"Awww, you said you wouldn't speak! You broke the rule," Nephie pulled the cookie back.

"This isn't fair!"

"Oh, stop acting so miserable. The baby game isn't broccoli, and once you get used to playing, you will enjoy it a lot more."

"I like broccoli."

"Yet, you turn up your nose at Hawaiian pizza? You truly are a silly little girl. I am going to forgive your talking out of turn and remute you, this time."

Nephie held up the invisible remote and pressed a button to silence Stephanie. Stephanie felt completely ridiculous, but she played along.

"Now, here is some milk," Nephie held it up and slapped her hands away when she tried to take it from her to drink it. She poured a little in Stephanie's mouth and then wiped her napkin.

"Do you know the story of what happens if you give a mouse a cookie?" Nephie asked.

Stephanie nodded vigorously that she did, but pointed to her mouth in frustration that she couldn't talk to answer.

"That's okay. I am going to write a story called what happens if you give a silly little girl a cookie," she said as she let Stephanie finish the first Oreo by eating it out of her hands.

"She'll get it all over her chinny-chinny-chin," Nephie wiped the girl's chin with a napkin and gave her some milk. "If you give her some milk, she'll spill it all over her cute little puffy t-shirt and itty-bitty boobies," she booped Stephanie's nipples through her shirt while holding the milk to the girl's lips.

Stephanie hated this, but Nephie was having the time of her life. She loved feeding Stephanie. It felt like she had a living baby doll.

"You know, you don't have to seem so unhappy, Fanny. You are being pampered by someone. You don't have to feed yourself. You are drinking yummy fresh cow's milk, and chocolate Oreo's. It's really not that bad."

Stephanie narrowed her eyes angrily, while chewing her cookie.

After Nephie cleaned Stephanie's face up and she finished the cookies and milk, she decided to play another game. "This is the crawling game! Baby crawls to mommy! I'll be the mommy. Come over here, Baby!"

Stephanie begrudgingly slid to her hands and knees and crawled a short distance to Nephie. She remained silent while Nephie congratulated her for being able to crawl in a patronizing baby voice.

"Come over here now, Baby Fanny! You need to come to me, come on," she patted her thighs like summoning a puppy. "This is fun, isn't it?"

Fanny shook her body no.

"Don't worry, Baby Fanny! You can hop-hop-hop like a bunny rabbit later for me if you eat up all the yummy pizza. Now, come here to me..." Nephie shifted positions again and kept Stephanie crawling around the room.

After the third time, Nephie started flipping her over, blowing raspberries on her tummy, and calling her "squealy little baby boo!"

Stephanie broke character a few times to complain, but Nephie gave her a quick pop to the butt and made her continue crawling while praising her for how well she crawled.

"You were kind of like my puppy doggy. I've always wanted a puppy of my own, you know?" Nephie smiled. The pair heard the car arrive with the pizza logo on top of it.

Stephanie's panicked gasp made Nephie's heart skip a beat, it was so cute.

"Don't worry. I promised you, and you've been a very good little girl." She scooped Stephanie up, giving her bottom a light pat. "I have just the thing to keep you quiet so that the delivery person doesn't hear you!"

Nephie reached into her bag and pulled out a pink pacifier with the Power Rangers logo on it. "This goes into your mouth, and other places as well," she joked.

"No!" Stephanie didn't play.

"Oh no, Baby Fanny is cranky. Did Baby Fanny mess her diaper? Is that why you are being fussy and not using your nod-nod and shake-shake?" Nephie patronized the girl while checking her diaper.

"I am not putting that thing in my mouth," she said as they heard a knock on the door.

"It's not up for negotiation. I cleaned it really well. You can either suck on it now, or I'll use it to plug up your stinker after the delivery person leaves."

Stephanie felt she had no choice. She popped the pacifier into her mouth and glared angrily at Nephie.

"It costs nothing to smile," Nephie pulled Stephanie's chipmunk cheeks apart a few times and then said, "You can stand right here behind the front door. I don't want you to go scampering off and getting into trouble. I'll be able to see you, but the pizza guy won't."

"Nephie."

"It'll be fine. Unless you want to stand right here in front of me. You seem to have gotten used to your diaper, after all." Stephanie glared at her as she yelled through the door, "Just a minute, we are getting decent!"

The knocking ceased and the driver acknowledged her.

Nephie opened the door, and Stephanie stood behind it. She could feel the cool night air on her skin. It was so surreal to have been naked in her living room, but now she felt even more embarrassed she was in a diaper sucking on a pacifier.

"Kirk Foster?" Nephie said. Stephanie dropped the pacifier from her mouth when she heard the young man speak. He was one of the guys she told Nephie she had sex with. She never had, but she had a huge crush on him and hadn't told him that.

"Hey, Nephie Bush? What are you doing here? I thought this was the Meeks residence."

"Oh, they are out, I am just house sitting," Nephie lied as she offered him some cash.

"Cool, that's cool, half Hawaiian and pepperoni," he said.

"Have you ever had a girl answer the door naked?" she flirted with him. Her intention was to make Stephanie jealous, and it was working.

"Yeah, it happens all the time, but usually it's like older women and I just smile. They usually tip pretty well," Kirk implied that he wanted a bigger tip.

"Have you ever had a girl say she didn't have the money to pay and offer to go down on you in exchange for the pizza?"

"It hasn't happened to me, but some of the drivers at the restaurant say it has to them," Kirk said. "Why? You offering?"

Stephanie was livid. She hadn't had sex with this guy, but she definitely wanted him. She felt like Nephie was just toying with her.

"No, but I thought I'd ask for next time," Nephie joked.

"Where is um, Stephanie Meeks? She lives here. Is she with you?"

Stephanie was shocked and delighted that Kirk asked about her.

"Um, she's in the bathroom. Why? Do you like her or something?"

"Oh, it's not like that. She is sweet and all. I just knew she lived here."

"Oh..." Nephie realized that probably hurt Stephanie's feelings, and it had. Stephanie had fantasized about Kirk a few times but never expressed any feelings for him.

"I'll tell her you said hello," Nephie politely took the pizza and closed the door.

Stephanie was devastated. She ran forward and started punching Nephie's tits, but it didn't hurt her. Nephie set down the pizza and embraced the girl and nuzzled her. She even dried Stephanie's single tear.

"Hey, it's okay, he's a jerk," Nephie said.

"Oh yeah? Is that why you were flirting with him? Trying to show me you can have him?"

"I am way too fat for a guy like Kirk Foster," Nephie was down on her own looks.

"You are beautiful, and you know it, Nephie! Stop acting like you are fat. You are a little chubby, that's all."

"Awww!!! My sweet Fanny," Nephie held Stephanie tightly and kissed her on the cheeks and even the lips. This time Stephanie kissed back.

She carried her and the pizza to the table and set Stephanie lightly in her chair. Then she placed the plates down and set the pizza on the table. "Guys like Kirk aren't into goth girls. They like blonde, popular girls."

Nephie did a fake cheerleader kick, and giggled to parody an all-American girl next door type.

"That was funny," Stephanie giggled. "Do it again?"

Nephie repeated the move and spun for her, and Stephanie cheered up.

"Maybe we can play the cheerleader game later, and you can be the cheerleader," she half-joked as she took a bite of steaming hot pepperoni pizza.

"If anyone is going to be the cheerleader, that would be you, with your cute blonde locks," Nephie reached out and stroked Stephanie's corn silk blonde hair. "Ooh, it's so matted. I am going to have to shampoo you to get the tangles out."

"I can shampoo my own hair, Nephie!"

"Not tonight you can't," Nephie assured her. "Now, I want you to try a bite of the Hawaiian."

"You said I didn't have to!"

"I said you could choose not to do it. Just like you could choose to take your diaper off and be naked for the rest of the night. I said that I would like you to eat a bite of the Hawaiian. You may like it. It's just cheese, ham, and pineapple."

Stephanie had forgotten she was in a baby half-shirt and diaper up until that moment.

"Pineapple doesn't go on pizza," Stephanie assured her.

"Big girl panties don't go on babies, but you thought you could wear them," Nephie countered.

"Ugh," Stephanie grunted. "I am going to wear big girl panties after you go home!"

"No, because I am taking them with me and leaving with you some of my vintage Care Bear collection. I've got the original ten," Nephie bragged as she counted them off for her. "Birthday Bear, Cheer Bear, Funshine, Good Luck Bear, Love-A-Lot Bear, Tenderheart, Wish Bear, Bedtime Bear, and the one you're most like..."

"Which bear is that?"

"Grumpy Bear," Nephie reached over and pinched Stephanie's cheeks. "You could be Chipmunk Bear because you have such cute dimples and these adorable chipmunk cheeks."

"Stop!" Stephanie protested.

"They are so cute, they look just like miniature versions of your butt cheeks."

"Don't you mean my butterfly?" Stephanie said sourly as she ate another bite of her Pepperoni.

Nephie was thrilled that both Stephanie and her mother had used that term.

"That's what my mom called my behind when I was little. She said there goes that wild butterfly wiggling all over the store."

"You really miss your mom, don't you?"

"Obviously," Nephie answered with an uncharacteristic huff.

"Sorry, it's just you dress Goth and look so tough."

"Is that what you think Goth girls are? Meanies that wouldn't miss their mother?"

"I didn't say that, Nephie."

"I miss my mom, and I always will. My mom would have liked your mom a lot. She would definitely approve of my dad marrying her now that she's gone. She wants us to be happy, and if anyone could take over as my mom, it would be your mom."

"Wow," Stephanie was overwhelmed and flattered. "My mom is not perfect."

"That's what makes her perfect," Nephie said. "You and I are never going to be the type of girls that boys like Kirk Foster would ask on a date."

Stephanie looked crestfallen.

Nephie lifted her chin and said, "That's okay, though. I'd rather be me, than be a fake ass cheerleader to land a guy that is superficial like Kirk."

"He isn't superficial. He's actually very smart and sensitive," Stephanie said.

"Okay, okay, Baby Fanny. I didn't mean to insult your crush," Nephie chuckled and wiped Stephanie's mouth for her.

"I can do that myself," Stephanie countered.

"I know, but you didn't, and I did. Now, if you want to actually fuck Kirk Foster, that's fine. I'd help you do that, but he's not the type that would bring us flowers and date us."

"What kind of flowers would you even get? Dead roses?"

"Just because I dress Goth doesn't mean that I live in an Addams Family movie. I just like the look," Nephie explained in a vulnerable moment. "My point is that I'm very aware that we have one thing in common, my dear Fanny. We both get picked last in gym class when teams are chosen. No one wants the fat ass on their team, no one wants the shorty on their team. We can get angry, or pissed off about it and say it isn't fair, or we can play to our strengths."

"What strengths do I have?"

"None, yet. You are still a silly little girl," Nephie quipped with a smile.

"Hey, I thought we were having a moment!"

"We were and are, but I don't want to pee on you and tell you that it's raining," Nephie quoted something her mother used to tell her about talking straight, but Stephanie thought she meant it literally.

"I should hope not!"

"Now that you mention it, that may be fun," Nephie chuckled with a wink to let Stephanie know that she was joking. "We are going to do bathtime after this. Now, open wide. The Hawaiian choo-choo is coming through."

Nephie held up a slice of ham and pepperoni pizza to feed her.




How is the pacing? enjoying? its a different story than i normally right. Trying to channel some hooked, and not paint Nephie as a villain.

[EddieDavidson]

"Bath time," Nephie decided after she cleared away the dishes. She began to run warm water in the kitchen sink to fill it up. "Hop in, Baby Fanny!"

"I am not sitting in the kitchen sink," Stephanie folded her arms across her chest and huffed.

"It seems like a waste of water to wash your little body in that big old tub. Your fingers will get pruney, and you might slip and slide all around in there on that cute butt of yours!"

"I take baths by myself all the time, Nephie!"

"Well, not tonight you aren't. I am going to make sure that you are clean like Billy Jean."

"Who is Billy Jean?"

"Billy Jean is not my lover, she's just a girl who claims that I am the one, oh!" Nephie sang to the tune of the Michael Jackson tune while joyfully dancing around the kitchen. She turned off the sink water and picked Stephanie up to carry her.

"Hey! I can walk, you know?"

"You can also bunny hop and crawl," Nephie reminded her enthusiastically. She had taken snapshots of all of it without Stephanie noticing. "But, I can't give you belly farts when you are doing that."

Nephie pulled up Stephanie's top and blew a raspberry on her tummy. She could still smell the baby powder from under her diaper. She did it again with a joyfully mischievous expression and tickled Stephanie's sides until she started giggling hysterically.

"Come on, wiggle butt, I'll run a bath for you and keep you company in the tub," she said.

"Are you going to get naked and get in the tub?"

Nephie thought about it for a moment. "That's a good point," she said as if Stephanie had made a point worth considering. "There won't be enough room for my big whale-sized butt in that tub for the two of us. I'll scrub you up, wash your hair, tuck you in, and then I'll clean up after and come sleep with you."

"There is a guest room you can use," Stephanie suggested as Nephie carried her.

"Nah, I am dying to see how your room looks," Nephie replied. Stephanie was puzzled. Her room was a mess and seemed mundane and boring to her.

"I am not going to have to sleep in a diaper, am I?"

"No, you can sleep nakey like me," Nephie kissed her on the nose and purred with pleasure. "Don't make that face. You have to get nakey to take a bath, don't you?"

"Yeah, but I sleep in jammies."

"Remember what I said about trying new things? You also never walked around your own house naked until tonight. Was that so bad?"

"YES!"

"It was fun," Nephie told her as she deposited her on the bathroom floor and stood her upright. "Now, Baby Fanny. I want you to brush your teeth really good so your breath is nice and minty."

Stephanie didn't practice the greatest of hygiene. Her mother had purchased a fancy electric toothbrush to incentivize tooth brushing, but it hadn't taken.

"Ooh, look at this toothbrush! This is wonderful," Nephie was in awe.

"Why? It's just a toothbrush."

Nephie wielded it like a light saber in one hand and flicked it on and off. "There are lots of fun things we can do with this," she assured Stephanie.

Stephanie wasn't sure what those things were, but she didn't like the sound of that.

Nephie squeezed some toothpaste on the brush. "Fanny, I want you to brusha-brusha-brusha!" she moved an imaginary toothbrush in front of her perfect, white teeth. "Do you know the toothbrush song?"

"No," Stephanie answered as she gingerly began to brush, while looking at herself in the mirror.

Nephie squatted down and carefully removed Fanny's diaper. "Oh, I'm brushing my teeth on top, it's so much fun, I hate to stop..." she smacked her bare bottom playfully.

Stephanie briefly recognized the song, but wasn't sure where she had heard it before.

"But while I'm brushing my teeth, and having so much fun, I never let the water run, no, I never let the water run...doop!" Nephie placed a finger in Stephanie's bald pussy and made a funny sound. "Drip, drip, drip!"

"Stop!"

"How often do you play with this?" Nephie asked as she continued to explore the folds and flaps within Stephanie's vagina. "It must be your favorite toy?"

"NEVER, I told you that."

"It's very naughty to lie to your new bestie," Nephie said. "If I had a cute little pussy like this, I'd play with it, maybe three times a day? At least twice."

Stephanie had been taught masturbating was a filthy habit of perverted girls and something to be ashamed of. She denied it, while wondering for the first time if other girls did the same thing.

"How often do you play with your winky?"

"I don't have a winky," Nephie explained. "When you can grow a hairy bush, the first thing you learn is that you have to shave it off." Nephie lifted her skirt. She wore a sexy pair of panties that read "Eat me." She flipped her panties down and revealed a bald pussy.

"You don't have any hair, either!!"

"I shave it bald, but when there is nobody to play in the grass, why mow the lawn, right?" she teased. Then she placed a finger that had been inside Stephanie's pussy into her own and licked it. "Double dipped!"

"Gross!" Stephanie wasn't brushing her teeth very well. She was too focused on looking at Nephie's pussy.

"You've never tasted yourself?"

"No!" Stephanie wasn't lying.

"You weren't even a tiny bit curious?" Nephie held her fingers close together like she was measuring a tiny penis. "You can't expect someone to go down on you if you aren't willing to taste it."

Stephanie scrunched her cute little button nose in disgust, and Nephie melted inside looking at her disgusted face. "Here, you aren't brushing very well anyway. Taste yourself," Nephie ran a finger inside Stephanie's pussy and then brought it up to her face.

"No way, that's been in your pussy too," Stephanie tried to elbow Nephie away.

"Yep, remember what I said about trying new things. Taste us together, and then I'll show you something cool I can do with the toothbrush."

Stephanie had very little choice in the matter, anyway. She opened her mouth and expected to gag on the taste of her own pussy. She expected it to taste like fish because she often smelled that way. It wasn't unpleasant at all. "Happy now?"

"Here, let me show you one use for your toothbrush," Nephie took the brush and applied more toothpaste to it. Stephanie expected to see her brush with it to show her some new technique.

She was shocked when Nephie squatted down in front of her, held her pussy lips apart with one hand, and began to press the toothpaste covered bristles to her clitoral hood.

"Hey!" Stephanie complained.

Once the motor started running, Stephanie's hips began to gyrate uncontrollably, and strange sensations that she wasn't ready for began firing across her body in ways she wasn't ready to process. "Oh, stop, stop, no...oh, my god."

"Good, huh?"

"No, please, no, please, you must not do that, Nephie!"

Nephie had only just begun to demonstrate the wonders of the electric toothbrush. "Let's try this pulse setting."

"No, no, no," a staccato cry of alarmed pleasure rang out. "Oh, no."

"You don't like it?" Nephie teased as she moved the toothbrush in slow circles around Stephanie's clit. She used her other hand to hold Stephanie open while Stephanie groaned and cooed.

Stephanie was in a new world of pleasure that she'd never imagined, and it was driving her crazy. She was so close to orgasm. She'd never gotten there this fast before. She placed her palms flat on the top of Nephie's head and closed her eyes. Nephie was tempted to flick her tongue out and finish the job herself.

"Let's see if you orgasm through the outside of your winky, or the inside, shall we?" Nephie used the toothbrush to probe for Stephanie's g-spot. Her vagina was incredibly shallow, and even though it wasn't on the spot, it was close enough to make Stephanie start to murmur unintelligibly.

This was like the tickling where she was frantic and out of her mind, except instead of hysterical laughter, she was creaming herself as dirty thoughts she'd never had before began to flicker into Stephanie's fantasies. "Stop!! Stop, this isn't right," Stephanie's protests were far from convincing.

"Let's see what the high setting does."

"I-yi-yi, yi," Stephanie pulled Nephie's hair and dug her fingers into her scalp. She was having an impossible orgasm in front of her, and there was nothing Stephanie could do to stop it. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I can't take it."

"You can take it, Fanny! Watch how deep it can go," Nephie probed her body and alternated speeds and pulse patterns. The toothpaste took approximately three full minutes for the toothpaste interacting with the creamy wetness of Stephanie's little pussy for the first tingle to begin.

Her pussy felt hot, and at this point Stephanie was in her own little world of pleasure. She swayed and rode the toothbrush without concern for how it looked. She only cared how it felt, and it felt intoxicatingly good. This was an entirely new way to play with herself, and one she would never have thought of on her own.

"It's starting to burn, Nephie!"

"That's the toothpaste doing its job. It's going to make you dance for me," Nephie withdrew the toothbrush and reapplied it to her clit while pressing down on it. That was the move she did to herself when she wanted to orgasm.

"Oh, no!! This...ow! It stings!" Stephanie whined. "What did you do?"

"I applied a little toothpaste to your pussy. Don't worry, it's going to sting for a few seconds, and then I am going to wipe it off. The pain is going to summon dopamine and endorphins from your body to your winky. You'll feel pleasure start to pulsate like little electrical pulses."

Stephanie heard none of that. She danced and gyrated her hips while trying to pull away from the bigger girl. Nephie wrapped an arm around the girl's butt and held her close. She didn't feel the least bit bad about the toothpaste trick. She'd done it to herself many times.

"I learned this during a sleep over. Just ride it, buck your hips, and let it sizzle."

"Owiee, owie! This stings!"

"Yes, it's gonna feel good though."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! OH FUCKITY FUCKITY FUCKITY, FUCKITY, FUCK! SHIT, FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD, GOD DAMN," Stephanie shouted a litany of vulgarities so indecent that it made Nephie blush. She held on to Nephie's hair and pulled it while experiencing an overwhelming orgasm the likes she had never felt before.

Nephie smiled. "You liked it?"

Stephanie laid down on the bathroom mat and began to play with herself. She wasn't listening.

"I'll take that as a yes," Nephie smiled as she watched her masturbate. "You should trust me more. I told you that it would turn your screws," Nephie assured her. She was strangely a little jealous. She'd never been quite as turned on as Stephanie was in that moment.

Stephanie spread her legs and brought her knees up. Her cute little butthole pucker was visible, and her pussy was running and quivering while she used one hand to play with it. Nephie took note of the patterns that Stephanie used to finger fuck herself so she could apply them to her in the future.

"Oh my god, when does this end? What the fuck!" Stephanie rolled her head around and felt a strange sense of shame mixed with pleasure that made her feel spent and satisfied for the first time. "Oh, wow."

It was like being on the fastest ride at the fair, and now she was at the very end of it while the ride slowed down. The wind was still blowing through her hair and her hands were up, but the fun was over. "That was...good."

"Good, I am glad I could show you that," Nephie bent down and kissed her wet pussy. She looked up at Stephanie to see a reaction.

"I don't have any boo-boos on my pussy."

"Do you want some?" she asked jokingly and kissed her clit again. "Are you feeling a pulsing sensation? It's sort of like electric needles that feel good?"

"I don't know what I am feeling, Nephie. I am sorry that I am not into girls, but that was, well, that was something."

"Indescribable?" Nephie asked excitedly.

"Mind-blowing. Is that how orgasms are supposed to feel?" Stephanie asked. She had never been told what they were supposed to feel like and started to think that whatever she thought was an orgasm was not.

"Most aren't this good. The first time you do this, the angels sing and the clouds part. You'll find it harder to orgasm with just your finger. Let me help you up," she offered her hand to Stephanie.

Stephanie was covered in sweat, and high in a euphoric state of bliss. She didn't want to get up. She didn't want to close her legs or change positions. She was afraid the feeling would go away.

Nephie started a bath for her, by running warm water. She tested it with her hand. "Ooh, you have bubble bath like a good little girl!"

"I haven't used that in years," Stephanie said.

"That's a crying shame. It's fun to take bubble baths. You'll start taking them and having bath time. We'll make it fun, and clean you all over, everywhere! Bottom to top. Ooh, look at this Rubber Ducky!"

Nephie squeezed it while Stephanie denied she still played with it.

"I bet this Rubber Ducky has been in some tight holes, am I right?" Nephie implied it would fit in her pussy nicely.

"Sick!"

Nephie lifted her up off the ground. "I am not the first girl who figured out toys in the bathtub get slippery and go in naughty little places," she confessed with a blush.

Stephanie was surprised by what made Nephie blush.

Nephie left the tub running, and washed the brush really good and reapplied the toothpaste again.

"Wait, where are you putting that now?" Stephanie quietly wondered if she intended to apply it to her butthole. She had asked about her butthole earlier.

"Your teeth, silly," Nephie stood behind her and brought the wet brush to Stephanie's mouth.

"You aren't going to brush my teeth after it's been inside me!"

Nephie used that moment to push the brush into Stephanie's mouth. She held the girl's head in place while brushing up and down slowly with the electric brush. "I cleaned it very well, and you see? It's fine, isn't it?"

Stephanie didn't enjoy being brushed, but she tolerated it.

"Brusha, brusha, brusha," Nephie sang patiently as she held the short girl between her boobs and looked at her in the mirror. "Here's the new Ipana with a brand new flavor! It's dandy for your teeth, brusha, brusha, brusha, knocks out decay germs fast!"

"Wat's dat frumm?" Stephanie mumbled with a mouth full of toothpaste suds. She was shocked to see how sudsy her teeth were. She'd never brushed this hard in her life.

"That's from Grease, silly little girl!"

"Never seen it," Stephanie bristled. She had just been given the best orgasm of her life, but now she was back to being relegated to being a little girl.

"It's a classic, my mom knew every word. She and my dad used to act it out," Nephie's face lit up as she remembered those good times. "I bet your mom is a fan. We can watch it together!"

Stephanie had a hard time understanding what was happening. At times, Nephie was irritating to the point of being cruel. Yet, at other times Nephie was strangely vulnerable and loving like now.

Nephie had just given her body something no one had ever done for her, and she was still riding high on that feeling. She wanted to finger herself and let her fingers crawl down to her pussy while Nephie remained focused on her teeth.

"Naughty girl, finger painting time is over," Nephie swatted her hand away. She had been watching Stephanie in the mirror from behind her.

Stephanie nearly spit out the toothpaste because the term finger painting was so unexpectedly funny to her.

"I frink you have brushed my teeth enuff," Stephanie mumbled.

"I'll tell you when I've brushed every single one of your precious little baby teeth to shine like mine, and then tonight we'll do a second coat," she said.

"I don't have baby teeth, I am as old as youfff are!" Stephanie wanted to remind Nephie that she wasn't her boss, but right now there was no refusing the bigger girl, anyway.

"You could have fooled me. You have itty bitty baby teeth like your itty bitty boobies," she reached around and pinched Stephanie's nipple through the shirt.

Stephanie was over stimulated at this point, and the pinch felt annoying and intrusive. She scrunched up her face.

"I'll show you some fun things we can do with these little nubbies on a different night," Nephie promised. "Now, the only time a good girl spits is when brushing. I want you to remember that," she poured a tiny cup of water and handed it to Stephanie.

Stephanie understood Nephie was referring to swallowing cum after a blowjob. She assumed that Nephie was far more experienced than she was. "We aren't playing the baby game every night," she said as she spit out the toothpaste suds.

Nephie was pleased with that response. Just the fact that Stephanie knew they would be playing the baby game again was sufficient. It meant that Stephanie was starting to accept the role she was going to play.

"We are playing the baby game all the time, silly girl!"

"I am not wearing a diaper around my parents!!!"

Nephie pushed the toothbrush into Stephanie's mouth without resistance and continued brushing without responding right away.

"No, you don't have to wear a diaper all the time," Nephie explained.

Stephanie felt the tightness in her stomach fade. She was worried Nephie was going to insist upon it.

"You'll wear Care Bear panties, and you can wear your Hello Kitty ones. I'll go through them tonight. The ucky-yucky big girl ones, I'll save for when you grow some pussy hair."

Stephanie scrunched her nose again, which seemed like quiet defiance to Nephie.

"Juss when you come ovah, right?" Stephanie asked.

Nephie remembered what the counselor told her after her mother passed away. There were five stages of grieving some loss. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.

Nephie's mom was her entire world, and her loss was hard for her. She skipped denial altogether and went straight to anger. She hated even her mom for daring to get cancer and leave her, but eventually she realized that it had not been her mother's fault.

The Goth clothes were a direct result of trying to keep her mother with her at all times. Her mother had once been a stripper and liked to dress up in goth clothes at times. She had different views on sexuality and discipline than most, but she was always loving.

Nephie realized that Stephanie was oscillating between denial that she was a silly little girl and now she was bargaining. She didn't register any anger at all.

"No, you will wear diapers when you have accidents and dirty panties, or are a bad girl, and at times you'll be nakey. Eventually, you'll come to appreciate having these cute Care Bear panties. The white grandma panties you have are not interesting at all."

"Then how come you don't wear them?"

"They are about a million and a half sizes too small for me, for one. I do wear interesting panties though," she said. "The other rule is that your name is Fanny and you are a silly little girl, always. Tell me what you are," she handed a cup to Stephanie to let her spit.

"My name is Fanny, and I am a silly little girl."

"The remote is all the time," she held it up. "Right now, the only button that works is the mute button. If I mute you, you can pantomime, and nod-nod for yes, shake-shake for no."

"Ugh," Stephanie replied. Nephie lifted her arms up and removed the shirt to leave her completely naked.

Nephie checked the water, and turned it off once she felt that it was deep enough and sudsy enough for Stephanie.

"My mom says not to waste that much water," Stephanie said.

"That's why I wanted to wash your cute little bottom in the kitchen sink, but you insisted on a bath, so I drew you a proper bath," Nephie explained. It became obvious to Nephie that she had drawn a bath for herself and not for a girl as small as Stephanie.

"I guess you are right about that," Nephie admitted. "I am a big girl, and I need a lot of water to cover my fat rolls."

"Stop saying that, you aren't fat, Nephie! You don't have fat rolls."

"I have so much cellulite on my thighs that AT&T tried to build a cellulite tower on them," Nephie countered.

"That doesn't even make sense," Stephanie knotted her brows. Inspiration struck her again. This time she thought she had a solution to end this game once and for all.

"I will make you a deal. If I have to be a silly little girl, then you have to stop saying you're a whale!"

"Sure," Nephie liked that offer, and she could always ignore it later. She lifted Stephanie's naked body and gently set her in the tub.

"If you make fun of yourself, then you have to stop making me say I am a little bitty baby and stuff like that," Stephanie said as she sat down in the tub. The water was incredibly relaxing and felt good on her skin after her orgasm.

Nephie contemplated the offer. "The reason I make fun of myself is because I am a chubster and I want to lose weight, okay? If I tease myself, then I will get motivated to gobble less food and stop being a cow."

"How is that working out for you?" Stephanie asked as she started to wash herself. Nephie wasn't having any of that. She took the soap and washcloth from her and knelt down so she could start washing her back.

"Touche', it hasn't," Stephanie admitted.

"Do you want to know what a silly little girl thinks?"

"Sure," Nephie smiled.

"I think you put yourself down before anyone else can, so that anything they say can't be any worse than what you say about yourself."

"What makes you think that?" Nephie knew those words were true. She'd come to the same conclusion.

"I do it to myself," Stephanie admitted. She went limp and allowed Nephie to lift her arms up and wash under her armpits.

"Okay, it's a deal. You are my silly little girl, and you will answer to Fanny. If I start making fun of myself, I will let you stop if you want."

"I want," Stephanie chuckled. "How about you become the baby if you make fun of yourself for being chubby?"

Nephie almost took the bait and said that no one would believe she was a baby because she was so fat. "I don't think so. Chin up," she lifted Stephanie's chin and washed her. "You wouldn't want to wash me thoroughly, anyway."

Stephanie realized that much was true, and it would be enough if Nephie just called a truce. "Answer me this. Why are you doing this, anyway? You can't possibly enjoy kneeling in the bathtub washing me, either."

"I am just doing what a good future big sister would do," Nephie smiled. "By the way, I want you to start addressing me as Bestie. Can you do that for me?"

"Are we really best friends, though?"

"Absolutely!" Nephie assured her. She put a dry, slightly warm washcloth over Stephanie's eyes and then carefully dumped water on her head with a plastic bucket so she could wash her hair.

"Then how come you call me Baby Fanny instead of Bestie?"

"That's your name, now. You are Baby Fanny, but I'll also call you Cutie, Sweetie, Smiley, Grumpy when you are grumpy, and wiggle worm when you are wiggly," Nephie explained as she washed Stephanie's blonde hair vigorously. "I'll call you Bestie sometimes, too."

Stephanie had close friends when she was younger. They started growing taller, and she remained the same height. The taller they got, the more distance grew between them. They didn't want to be seen with a short-stack like her. "Okay, but you can't call me short-stack, midget, or anything short related."

"Anything I call you will be out of love, Fanny," Nephie assured her.

"How can you love me? We just met."

"I don't know. How can your mother love my father?"

"They do love each other, don't they?"

"I think they plan to marry," Nephie said. "I don't want to jinx it. I kind of got ahead of myself when I said I would call your mother my mom."

"She was flattered."

"Oh goodie. I didn't mean to make her uncomfortable. I want you to start calling her mommy."

"What?"

"And I want you to start calling my father your Daddy. He'll like that, and he won't think it's weird. I call him Daddy sometimes, too."

"I can't do that, my father is still alive!"

"How often does he see you?"

"That's beside the point," Stephanie said.

"If they get married, you are saying that after ten years with my father as head of the household, you still wouldn't call him Daddy?"

"I would say Dad, like you do!"

"We've gone over this. I am a big girl, and you are a what?"

"Silly little girl," Stephanie sighed as Nephie washed her boobs thoroughly.

"When you grow some pussy hair, you will be a big girl like me. You can call them Dad and Mom if you want, and you can pick your own clothes, and wear big girl panties. Okay?"

"I can pick my own clothes."

"Your mom probably picks your clothes."

"Only because I procrastinate and have a hard time deciding," Stephanie admitted.

"Not anymore, you won't. You will wake up knowing exactly what you are supposed to wear."

"What are you going to do when you don't spend the night? Call me?"

"Sure, I'll pick your outfit for the week and write it down for you, Fanny."

Stephanie fumed. "My mom will not let you do that."

"I'll ask her tomorrow, and if she says she wants to do that, then I'll let her keep dressing you, but you'll still wear Care Bear panties. No more big girl panties."

"Why do you care so much what panties I wear?"

"The same reason I care that your hair is a rat's nest. I am tempted to shave you bald and start over," Nephie joked as she combed it vigorously. "You are a little girl, and you don't take care of your hair, and Care Bear panties are cute. They are the panties that are best for you, Fanny."

Fanny thought it was strange anyone would care enough to brush her hair for her. "My mom reminds me to brush my hair, I just forget sometimes."

"It feels like you forget all the time, these hairs are knotted, Fanny."

"Ow!" Stephanie groaned and instinctively reached for her hair to protect it from the brush.

"Play with your rubber ducky and stop touching your hair. You did the same thing during your spanking."

Stephanie grimaced about the spanking and tried to play with the ducky. It felt silly, but it did take her mind off the pain she endured when Nephie worked through some matted hair.

Nephie shampooed and brushed her hair a second time for good measure. She never got impatient and kept humming playful songs. "I love you, you love me, we are one great big fama-lee," she sang and instructed Stephanie to do the same.

"Alright, time to clean your butterfly," Nephie announced.

"I can wash that," Stephanie assured her. Nephie was already guiding her gently to a position on her hands and knees with her nose touching the water line.

"Not from what I've seen. It's a bit late for modesty, Fanny. I melted your pussy with a toothbrush. I think we know each other well enough that you can let me wash your ass for you."

"I am just saying that I can do it," Stephanie cringed as Nephie's powerful hands thoroughly washed her out.

"That's not my butt. That's my pussy."

"Your what?"

"Winky."

"Yes, naughty girl. You are wet enough to fill the tub. We're going to clean you so you sparkle pink in both holes. Have you ever had an enema?"

"I don't really have any enemies, if that's what you said."

Nephie chuckled. "Next time I am over, I'll give you one and wash all the hard poopy out of your intestines."

"Gross! Why?"

"You'll feel a ton better, and it prevents you from being constipated," Nephie explained as she dutifully polished Stephanie's bare bottom. "You should always douche and get an enema before you have sex if you can."

"Douche?" Stephanie assumed that a douche was a jerk.

"That's like an enema for your pussy. You'll taste even tastier. The products I use are all natural and won't wash away the good bacteria in your pussy that keeps you from having yeast infections."

"What is a yeast infection?" Stephanie could only imagine a wad of dough growing in her pussy.

"It's something you never want to experience. You can get it a lot of ways. Girls' bodies naturally have a tiny amount of fungus called yeast living completely harmlessly down there, but sometimes the environment gets thrown off balance and that yeast starts growing way too fast. When it overgrows, it triggers an infection, which really just means a lot of super annoying itchiness, burning, redness, and sometimes a thick white discharge that can make you feel miserable."

"Gross!"

"Yeah, tell me about it. The good news is that avoiding them is mostly about keeping that sensitive area dry and happy. You definitely want to stick to the Care Bear panties. They are very breathable and pure cotton. Yeast loves warm, damp environments. Eat at least one serving of yogurt per day, and not a Gogurt either. Real yogurt."

"How do you know all this, Nephie?"

"My mom taught me all about it, and I had a yeast infection. I was fucking a guy without a condom and I kept passing it to him. He didn't feel any of the effects, but he passed it back to me the next time we had sex. It was a bad time."

"How often do you have sex?"

"Not often enough," Nephie giggled. "I guess it depends on what you call sex. I play with myself any chance I get, but I am very selective about who I fuck."

"If you like sex, why be so selective?"

"Any cock or gash will do, eh?" Nephie chuckled as she washed her feet. "Sex can make things weird, and awkward, and send the wrong messages. Bad sex is really bad, and I don't want to lead guys on. If they bore me when we fuck, I don't want them to have hard feelings when I say no."

"So, if you could fuck Kirk Foster, would you?"

"That depends," Nephie tickled her feet unexpectedly, and Stephanie kicked and splashed water. "Would it be the two of us, or just me by myself?"

Stephanie's eyes widened. She had never considered any scenario involving another girl before. "You'd do him WITH me?"

"Probably. If I knew how bad you wanted to fuck him, and somehow I was the one that would seal the deal," she admitted. "I doubt that would ever be the case because... hey! Are you trying to trick me into saying that I am a tub of lard?"

"No, I am just shocked you'd want to do something like that with me," Stephanie said.

The truth was that Nephie wasn't nearly as sexually experienced or as sexually open minded as she pretended to be. The reality was that she had often overheard her mother talking to her friends and was repeating some of the things she heard them say.

Nephie felt it was just as likely that they would be in a situation where they would fuck Brad Pitt or Peter Murphy together as it was to fuck a popular jock like Kirk Foster. She could promise anything.

Nephie could talk dirty and had lots of nasty fantasies but had a number of insecurities that prevented her from acting upon them. Nephie was dabbling with a power exchange relationship for the first time and discovering a natural dominance that stemmed from a maternal instinct she never realized she had.

"You want to fuck Kirk Foster, don't you?"

"No," Stephanie denied she did. It was such an obvious lie that she instantly changed her opinion. "I wouldn't say no if he treated me right."

"If you are a really good girl, and do everything you are told, then I'll set you up with Kirk. I can join you or just set it up. Deal?"

"How long do I have to do this for before then?"

Nephie found the question to be delicious. She savored it in silence for a moment and allowed Stephanie to twist for a little longer. "At least until our parents are married."

"What...what if they never get married?"

"They will, I can tell," Nephie said with confidence and suppressed a smile that she found something that motivated Stephanie. "I'll set you up before you grow pussy hair."

Stephanie ground her teeth bitterly and thought about what Nephie said.

"If you can't set it up, what then?"

"I can't promise you that you will be his girlfriend, but I am sure I can get him to fuck you," Nephie lied with confidence. She felt she had mastered the poker face needed to deceive others well.

"Yeah okay, but let's say you don't. Are you willing to play the baby game as the baby?"

"Interesting," Nephie thought about it and said no. "I am too big to be the baby. If something happens to Kirk or he moves away, I'll get you fucked by a handsome guy before you grow pussy hair. You have to do what I tell you though."

Stephanie felt she had no choice, anyway.

"Well?"
She nodded vigorously.

A thin smile spread across Nephie's face. This was turning out much better than she could have hoped.

"Let's get you dry," Nephie helped her up, and fluffed Stephanie's little body with a towel after she stepped out of the tub. She wrapped it around her head.

"There, do you need to go potty before I put you in bed?"

"Do you have to call it going potty?" Stephanie felt deeply humiliated by having to use that word.

"Yes, you do. From now on, I want you to ask me or Mommy and Daddy if you can go potty when you have to go to the bathroom."

"There is no way that they will go along with that."

"Leave that to me. If they tell you to stop, then you will."

"I can't believe this," Stephanie lamented and folded her arms across her boobs. "Why are you making me do this?"

"You are a silly little girl, and silly little girls need to use the potty or their diaper. If you don't want to ask them, you can ask me quietly in private. Fair?"

"What if you aren't here and I have to go?" Stephanie said.

"You can call me, but I suppose I would have to have you on the honor system. Now, do you have to go or not?"

"Yes, but please give me some privacy."

"You don't need to be shy around me, Fanny. I just washed your sweaty stinker, and your dripping winker after giving you the best orgasm of your life. The more you have to show," Nephie indicated her big tits, "the more you have to hide. You can go poo-poo and pee-pee on the potty, or you can wear a diaper to bed. Your choice."

"Do I have to do both?" Stephanie groaned.

"I want to see you make an effort," Nephie decided with a tone that reflected certainty and confidence.

"Argh," Stephanie sat down on the toilet and kept her legs close together.
"I get to wipe my own butt!" she demanded.

"If you do a good enough job," Nephie countered in a calm manner.

"What am I supposed to do? Spread my legs and let you look at my butterfly every time I have to use the toilet?"

"Yes," Nephie said. She didn't reflect or hesitate. That might have given Stephanie the impression this was up for negotiation. Instead, it felt like Nephie had a plan, which she didn't. She was playing it all by ear.

"I will be changing your diapers. I think I can handle some rude smells and sounds."

"Oh my gosh," Stephanie found that rule to be absurdly outrageous. "If our parents put a stop to this, then it's completely over, right?"

Nephie realized that Stephanie had been carving several loopholes into the rules tonight. She had insisted it was over if she didn't get the dicking that was promised from a handsome guy. She wanted an out if the parents put a stop to it. Stephanie had bargained that it was over if Nephie put herself down for being chubby.

"If our parents tell you to stop something in particular that I said was a rule, then that rule is no longer valid, silly girl. If they say that you can't be a silly little girl named Fanny, then that is crazy. You ARE a silly little girl named Fanny. You aren't going to walk around the house with a stinky, dirty butterfly any longer. Understood?"

"Yes," Stephanie kept her eyes straight ahead as she peed into the bowl. It was the first time she'd ever peed in front of anyone.

"What?"

Stephanie maintained a reluctant stare but nodded vigorously.

“Good girl, Nephie smiled sweetly. As much as Stephanie dreaded this relationship, a part of her was flattered and curious if Nephie was serious. A part of her got excited every time she was told she had done well.

Many people assumed because of her youthful appearance that Stephanie was a brainiac who had been advanced in grades. She was actually the right age for her grade, and a mediocre student at best.

She almost never got recognized with gold stars and she couldn’t help feel a strange sense of validation when she heard Nephie call her a good girl.

"I am not going to play with your butt when I check it. I am just going to check your stinker and your winker and wipe you if you are still dirty. I won't tolerate wasting toilet paper, either."

Stephanie nodded while knotting her brow. She couldn't figure a way out of this, but she once again had little choice in the matter.

"Now, you've negotiated three different ways the rules will end. If you don't play by them, I won't either." Nephie let that sink in. "The rules I have for you are rather simple and lenient. If you disobey them, I'll have to come up with stricter ones."

It didn't sound like a threat. It sounded like a promise.

[Linzie_queen]

It's a really good story, I enjoyed it a lot. I like the dynamic between the girls and I'm eager to see how the parents react.