A Love Forged Amongst The Stars (Pt.4) (Patreon)

I just wanted to thank everyone for their continued support! Yesterday was such an amazing holiday for me, and my family, but it would not have been possible without you! I could've taken the day off, but I buckled down after dinner and proofread and edited over 16,230 words which is the longest chapter I've ever written to date!

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"I'm happy to hear you're adopting them because they both need their diapers changed." Chi-Naku chimed in after everyone stopped laughing. 


"Yeah, I don't know if you noticed, but they really stink." R-lel Neza added with a smirk.


"I noticed a lingering scent in the air when I walked in, but I thought it was coming from you." Captain O-Maku Ahine replied, ignoring her subordinate as she turned her gaze to her newly adopted babies. "I hope you two are ready to get your diapers changed."


"Oh, thank God!" Hilda replied. "If I have to stay in this diaper any longer I'm going to get a rash."


"I know, baby." The white haired Thuyorian cooed as she peered through the bars of the holding pen at her newly adopted adult babies. "Now, I just need some diapers and I'll change you and your new little sis."


Hilda blanched at hearing her lover being called her 'sis' but she would happily tolerate it if it meant getting out of this dirty diaper.


"So," The white Thuyorian looked around the room, "where are the spare diapers?


"I think we're all out of diapers."  R-lel Neza replied.


"What do you mean 'I think we're all out of diapers?' You're in charge of punishing off worlders!" Captain Ahine exclaimed, her hands on her hips as she stared at the junior officer.


"Well, we did have that bus load of rowdy tourists who were locked up for seven days last week. I'm pretty sure they went through all of the ones we had." The blue haired Thuyorian explained. 


"And you still haven't submitted an acquisition form for more diapers since then?" Ahine asked in a stern tone.


R-lel Neza cast her gaze down at the floor, shaking her head.


Ahine sighed. "Alright, fine. I was going to go pick up their official adoption forms after lunch, but it looks like I need to take off early and go shopping first. "


Aisha's ears perked up upon hearing this latest development; she absolutely loved shopping!


"So where are you going to go shopping, Captain?" The arresting officer asked, trying to defuse the tension in the room.


Ahine glanced over at Chi-Naku while she unlocked the top of the holding pen. "I'm taking the girls to Infantile Alien." 


Hilda immediately felt herself being lifted out of the confines of the juvenile jail cell and into the arms of the giant alien. She found herself being positioned onto the Thuyorian's hip, held in place by the alien's large hand underneath her messy bottom causing her to wince. The feeling of her breakfast spreading across her toned bottom was a strange sensation. She wrapped her legs around the giant woman's hips, hoping that would be enogh to show the huge woman that she didn't need to hold her bloated diaper covered bottom. However, this had the opposite effect. The giant cooed down at her while gently jostling her bottom around, bouncing the outlaw much like you would do with an infant. 


Hilda knew that she couldn't tell the giant to stop, such open defiance would definitely put her on the huge woman's bad side. The only thing worse than talking back was trying to fight back and, despite her natural abilities, there was no way she could win a fight in a police station full of giant Thuyorians. So, the one eyed outlaw ignored her wounded sense of pride and trusted her instincts; things would only get worse if she tried to do something stupid so she just let the Thuyorian have her fun.


"Chi-Naku," Ahine called out to her subordinate, "can you see if there's any strollers available?" 


"Why didn't you ask me, Captain? I'm literally in the storage room." R-lel Neza blurted out.
 

"Because I need you to contact E-Noka and tell her to supervise the crew for the rest of my shift while I'm off duty, or are you going to forget to do that too?"


"I'm on it, Captain." Hilda watched from Ahine's hip as the Thuyorian with antlers protruding from her blue hair frantically looked around her desk before she picked up a phone.


'Excellent." Ahine smiled as she bent over to collect her Aisha. "Mommy is going to take you both shopping!"


"Alright! Shopping!" Aisha squealed in excitement as her new mommy scooped her up.


"That's right, baby. We're going to get you all sorts of cute outfits and diapers." Ahine cooed as she sat the Ctarl-Ctarl on the hip opposite of the one Hilda was riding on.


Chi-Naku returned, pushing what looked like a giant double-seated stroller large enough to comfortably seat both Aisha and Hilda. Needless to say, neither woman had ever seen anything quite like it during their travels through the universe. The one eyed outlaw in particular didn't really expect things to go much further than diapers and dresses, but the sight of this humongous double stroller made her realize that the Thuyorians probably had all sorts of baby furniture in her size.


"I'll need you to set up their baby seats in my zipcraft while I get them strapped in and ready to go." Ahine spoke to her subordinate without ever glancing at her as she expertly repositioned Hilda into the open seat of the stroller. 


"But you don't have any carseats for them, do you?" Chi-Naku wondered out loud.


"Take them from your cruiser and put them in my zipcraft." Ahine ordered, flinging her keys to her zipcraft at Chi-Naku who caught them. 


"Yes, Captain!" With that said, Chi-Naku ran out of the room.


Aisha found herself grinning as she watched the Thuyorian who had arrested her and Hilda run out of the room. It was very entertaining to watch these women being ordered around by such a dominant woman. Hilda may have been one of the most badass women she had ever met, but this Thuyorian that was strapping her into the stroller was definitely a close second. It was obvious that Ahine took no shit and commanded respect; she was the type of woman that Aisha had always wanted to be when she grew up. 


'That's a funny thought.' Ashia furrowed her brow. 'Guess I'm not going to be allowed to be an adult again.'


"That isn't too tight, is it?" Ahine asked, noticing Aisha's expression as she started checking the plastic buckle of the five point harness which was nestled underneath her adult baby's breasts.


"It's fine." Aisha answered, noting that the straps were snug, but they weren't overly uncomfortable. "I was just thinking."


"Thinking about what?" Ahine inquired while poking the tip of the Ctarl-Ctarl's nose.


"If you're adopting us then will we be allowed to do adult things?" Aishia asked, voicing her most pressing concern.


Hilda sat perched on the giant's hip, practically holding her breath as she waited for an answer. 


"Maybe if you're both good girls I might let you two play with something that's a bit more advanced than baby toys," Ahine offered. "but that's only if you two behave during our outing."


Aisha nodded while Hilda relaxed. It wasn't exactly what the one eyed outlaw had been hoping to hear, but it was better than hearing that they wouldn't be allowed to play with anything more sophisticated than a baby rattle. Still, Hilda couldn't help but notice that the Thuyorian purposely avoided the real purpose behind the question by offering them a vague promise as opposed to giving them anything concrete. She may have only known Aisha for a few days, but she knew what the Ctarl-Ctarl had been asking about; she wanted to know if their new 'mommy' was going to let them have sex. A question that, if eventually answered, would give her a greater insight into what their future might entail.


The one eyed outlaw's musings were interrupted by the enormous woman adjusting pulling the stroller's five point harness over her chest. Hilda felt the kiss of cold nylon caress her skin as the Thuyorian pulled the straps over her body and clicked them together, sealing her into the oversized infantile conveyance. Settled into her seat, Hilda peeked over at Aisha who was all smiles as the giant left their field of vision and started pushing the stroller forward. 


Unlike their arrival, Ahine pushed them away from the lobby and towards what Hilda assumed was the back of the building. Her hunch was proven correct when they exited through a door and a large open lot filled with numerous zipcrafts met their eyes. Most were official Thuyorian police cruisers, but littered throughout the parking lot were a few private vehicles. She looked past a few parked vehicles and spotted the woman who had arrested them patiently waiting next to an enormous zipcraft.


Ahine's personal zipcraft looked to be larger than any of the hover vehicles that Aisha and Hilda had seen since landing on the planet. All the craft they had come across, including the cruiser, featured open tops, but this one seemed to be enclosed like the cars Hilda had seen in books when she was growing up. It seriously reminded her of the primitive modes of travel Terrans used on Earth centuries ago. Much to the one eyed outlaw's disbelief the vehicle seemed to grow larger as Ahine pushed them closer to it. 


"Here we are!" Ahine announced in a sing-song tone of voice reserved for the smallest of infants as she parked the two seated stroller next to her mammoth zipcraft.


"The carseats have been installed and are ready to go, Captain." Chi-Naku declared, handing the keys back to her boss.


"Thank you, Chi-Naku." Captain Ahine accepted the keys, setting them next to the stroller. "Can you get Aisha loaded while I load Hilda?"


"Sure thing, Captain."


'I already feel short compared to these aliens, but this thing makes me feel like an infant! I can't even imagine how small I'll look when I'm inside of-'


Before Hilda could finish her train of thought she felt the white haired Thuyorian's fingers unbuckle the five point harness. Her newfound freedom didn't even last a second as she was scooped up from the stroller by the woman's large hands and moved into the enormous zipcraft where she was gently laid into the carseat. While her new mother was busy strapping her into the infantile safety seat, Hilda looked around the vehicle. What she saw made her feel even smaller than anything she had thought possible! The driver's seat in front of her towered above her like a wall, making it difficult to see beyond the back of the front seat. As her door was closed Hilda cocked her head to the side and instantly saw that the inside of the car door blocked any view she might've had of the outside world! 'At least in the police cruiser I could see out of the backseat. The windows in this damn thing are way too high!'


What Hilda failed to realize was that the backseats were actually lower than the seats in the front of the vehicle to accommodate for the added height of the baby seats. For instance, the baby carriers sat higher in the cruiser because the seats were used to transport regular Thuyorian criminals as well as naughty off worlder's who broke the law. This gave both Hilda and Aisha an unobstructed view of the city as they were transported to the police station. 


Slowly, it dawned on Hilda that she'd lost her adulthood and everything around her was going to be a constant reminder of this sad fact for the rest of her life. The only thing worse than sitting in a giant carseat in a humongous zipcraft with a fully packed pamper wrapped around her ass was the realization that Aisha was going to become nothing more than her sister by adoption. Gone was the beautiful relationship they were just starting to forge together as adults with nothing to lose but each other. Gone was the unparalleled freedom of the stars both women had taken for granted and the limitless future they were going to share together. 


A lone tear fell from the outlaw's remaining eye as her lover was loaded next to her in a matching carseat. She couldn't keep herself from showing emotion, but a single tear wouldn't be a sign of weakness. If anyone bothered to ask her why she was crying she would point to her diaper and say it was starting to hurt, which wasn't far from the truth; she really did need a change. Even during her most grueling missions stealing shit for her mysterious benefactor, she never went more than an hour or two without changing into a clean diaper. Even without a clock she knew it was approaching an hour.


"When did you do all of this anyway?" The voice of Chi-Naku caught Hilda's attention as the woman finished strapping Aisha into the carseat. 


"Oh, I guess you haven't seen the backseat since I got the shell installed. I got it done a few weeks ago." Ahine smiled, patting the top of the back row.


"The shell was really crazy, but these are some serious modifications you got going on in here!"


Unbeknownst to even her subordinates, Ahine had dreamed of adopting a couple of offworlders for quite some time and had purchased numerous modifications to keep her newly adopted babies safe and secure when driving around town. Few zipcraft came with an enclosed sitting compartment and fewer had windows for their passengers. The windows had child proof locks installed and the lowered seats would prevent any mischievous babies from being able to jump out of the windows if they were able to remove their safety harness. Captain Ahine had tried to plan for every potential outcome just in case any of her babies ever figured out which buttons to press on the interior panel. She knew that she was going to adopt some rather cunning criminals who would be sentenced to a life of imprisonment in the dark dungeons of Khallonom Rock and such precocious minds would definitely be able to escape from her if she didn't plan ahead; her mom mobile was just one of the many surprises she had in stuff for her lovely new little girls.


"I just modeled the shell after our prison transports, but I didn't want it to look too menacing so I got the windows put in and then I realized that I'd need locks which made me think about the seating." The white haired Thuyorian prattled on and on much to Aisha's boredom.


"Aren't we gonna go shopping?!" Ashia whined, interrupting the giant's explanation. 


The two grown ups stopped talking and looked down at the frowning Ctarl-Ctarl.


"My little kitty is right." Ahine chuckled, while scratching the girl's ear. "We should get going before they both get rashes." 


Chi-Naku did her best to hide her bewilderment from Ahine; she had never seen anyone interrupt her like that! At the very least, she had expected Captain Ahine to scold the little brat, but her reaction was the exact opposite of what she had expected. 


The doors were shut, sealing the two infantilized adults inside the cavernous interior of the zipcraft, leaving them alone with their thoughts. Hilda was slightly annoyed that Aisha had interrupted the giants talking about the vehicle's design. If she could figure out it's weaknesses then maybe they could both escape from the zipcraft when it came to a stop at a traffic signal. Aisha on the other hand was relieved to hear that they were finally going to leave the police station. It was getting boring and she didn't want to sit there in a dirty diaper, like a baby, while the giants babbled above her like she was too young to understand them.


The seat in front of Hilda moved slightly before an electric hum coursed through the bottom of the vehicle. Even though Hilda's feet weren't touching the floor, she could feel the burst of energy course through the vehicle, gently jostling her baby seat, signaling to her that the zipcraft was coming to life . A swirling cacophony of sound came from behind them as twin fans started spinning, creating a downward push as the fans spun faster and faster until they reached their peak velocity, elevating the huge zipcraft off of the ground as if it weighed no more than a feather. There was no doubt in Hilda's mind that the zipcraft needed a matching pair of fans in the front of the vehicle to equalize the force. If it weren't for the very full load in her diaper, vibrating furiously underneath her ass, she would have inquired about the type of powerplant that powered this beast. 


"Hold on, my little ones, we're going to leave the state and get on the expressway soon so don't be scared."


'Scared?' Hilda thought with a scowl. 'We can't even see how fast we're moving or where we're even going. What's there to be scared of?' 


A yawn left Aisha's mouth as the topless Ctarl Ctarl stretched her arms above her head and arched her bare back against the padded car seat. "Why would I be scared? I'm feeling sleepy!"


"Then take a little cat nap." Ahine offered, laughing at her own dumb joke.


"That's a good idea." The Ctarl Ctarl agreed while stretching. "Wake me up when we get to the mall." 


Hilda couldn't help but smirk. Even in this crazy situation Aisha was still trying to be assertive and dictate things. It was pretty cute, all things considered. 


With nothing to look at except for the back of the driver's seat, Hilda closed her eyes and allowed the twin fans creating a low, soothing hum to lull her asleep. She quickly found herself joining Aisha as the two grown women passed out in their oversized pink baby carriers.


---Roughly Twenty Minutes Later---


Aisha was roused from sleep by the sound of hovercraft's door sliding open. She blinked her eyes, trying to remember where she was only for her train of thought to be interrupted by a giant hand dancing across her bare stomach, tickling her tummy. 


“You must've been really tired." Ahine cooed down at her newly adopted adult baby. "You slept the entire time we were on the road." 


Between seeing the giant Thuyorian leaning over her and feeling the nylon straps crossing over her body, Aisha immediately became aware of exactly where she was; she was strapped into an adult sized carseat in the back seat of her new mommy's car. Being adopted by the giant alien had seemed like something out of an outrageous yet interesting dream her subconscious had cooked up, but the dirty diaper cupping her backside was all too real to be a byproduct of a dream. 


"Let's get you into the hover cart with your sissy, baby." Ahine kissed the drowsy Ctarl-Ctarl on the forehead while she pressed down on the big plastic red button, unlocking the nylon belts that ran over her shoulders. 


Ahine adjusted the straps until Aisha's small body was free of them and easily lifted the girl up by her armpits. Ashia caught sight of her lover sitting in an incredibly large shopping cart next to the van as she looked past the giantess before being spun around in the air. She winced briefly upon feeling her full bottom come into contact with the plastic surface of the cart. The bottom of her thighs felt warm from the plastic basking in the sun, but the load in her disposable underwear had grown cold and made her dirty in a way that working in a restaurant's kitchen never had. 


Hilda caught a whiff of the putrid scent wafting out of the back of her girlfriend's diaper and pinched her nose. "When can Aisha get a diaper change?" 


"When we find you both some new diapers inside the store." Ahine answered as she started pushing the hover cart forward. 


"The sooner the better." Hilda muttered to herself. 


Aisha found herself glancing over at her diapered girlfriend after hearing her comment and noticed that Hilda was covering her bare breasts with her right arm, shielding what wasn't covered by the cart from view. "Why are you covering your chest? The Thuyorians don't care about our boobs."


A shade of crimson rapidly spread across the one eyed outlaw's face as her cheeks heated up. "Just because they treat us like babies doesn't mean we're babies."


It didn't matter to the outlaw if every other inhabitant of this strange planet saw her as a baby, she still had her dignity. She wasn't going to degrade herself any further than what was necessary!


Aisha could tell that Hilda was uncomfortable with the current situation and couldn't help but feel sad for her beloved. There were so many worse fates that could've befallen them. She preferred being sat in an oversized hover cart or strapped into an oversized carseat then wasting away in some dark dungeon, but the young Ctarl-Ctarl knew from her time with Gene aboard the Outlaw Star that an outlaw loved being free. It was in their very nature! 


Still, while it had been fun to tag along with the young man, and his ragtag crew, in search of the Galactic Leyline, she had too many close calls with death during those wild days. The irony of a frisky feline like herself almost becoming fish food to a giant aquatic demon on the Water Planet wasn't lost on her.


It wasn't like she wanted to stay on this strange planet; she'd love to be able to change her own diaper whenever she wanted to or even go without the stiff plastic padding between her legs for a few hours, but the young Ctarl-Ctarl knew a decent deal when she saw one. Years of working her way up the ranks of the Diplomatic Corp only to lose everything had put her in a very bad place. She had been struggling for meager scraps of Wong in some dirty kitchen when she wasn't delivering food on a scooter just to get by. Being subjected to literal cat calls and the wayward hand of drunks smacking her ass during her days waiting tables had made her detest work. 


No matter what job she found, it was barely enough to cover her rent and provide her with enough food to eat. Not to mention that the Empire was still punishing her; they left her stranded on that backwater of a satellite and kept ignoring her weekly transmissions. They wouldn't miss her and she wouldn't miss struggling to earn enough money to put a roof over her head.


Why would she ruin a good deal by trying to escape? 


She could've easily transformed into her werebeast form and made it back to Hilda's ship, but she was far too content to resist. That, and she couldn't deny that she was genuinely enjoying being carried around. She could only imagine the bed that awaited her at the giant's home. Yes, the luxurious contraptions were modeled after devices meant to care for infants, but that didn't bother the young Ctarl-Ctarl. She could sleep whenever she wanted and get fed whenever she was hungry. For the first time in years she was being properly pampered like an aristocrat of her bloodline should be. She hadn't been treated this well since she lived with her mother and father back on her home world. 


While Aisha reflected on all the comforts and potential perks of her new life Hilda kept her head on a swivel. The one eyed Outlaw was still hopeful that she could find a way out of this humiliating situation. Just because she was incontinent didn't mean that she wanted to be treated like a giant baby!


Hilda quickly realized that the vast parking lot they were traveling through didn't give her many opportunities to escape with Aisha. Even though it was just a parking lot, it was populated with numerous other Thuyorians who lurked around their parked zipcrafts. They may have been putting away their groceries in the back of their vehicles, but if she was able to get away from her new "mother" she wouldn't get far with these other giants close by. All it would take is someone spotting her running by and her mad dash for freedom would come to an end. 


Out of the corner of her eye Hilda caught sight of a young Terran woman crying as a Thuyorian lifted her out of the shopping cart. It was hard to tell what was happening from the angle, but it looked like the poor girl was being lowered onto the rear seats of the hovercraft. It was at that moment that she realized that the young woman was literally about to have her diaper changed right there, out in the open by her captor!


Not wanting to see such a humiliating act, Hilda averted her gaze and caught sight of the store they were approaching. It stretched off into the distance in both directions, a wide two story tall box store with an eye-catching sign emblazoned in neon colors so bright that they could be seen during the day. Hilda read the sign and found it appropriate given her new status on this planet. 


'Infantile Alien. It's simple but exactly what they want us to be…' The one eyed Outlaw thought bitterly. 


As they approached the front of the store a stream of Thuyorians funneled out of the front doors, walking past Hilda which caught her attention. If the outlaw didn't know what to look for she would've assumed that all of the "babies'' being shuttled around in the front of the hover carts were actually babies, but she could see the difference. For starters, the Thuyorians were pink, or some variation of that shade of color, while the little ones riding around in the carts looked vastly different from their "parent." The Terrans may of been covered in dresses, full footed sleepers or some other infantile outfit, but she could still see that they had white or brown skin and some of the "babies" were further distinguished from the tan Terrans by their large catlike ears protruding from their hair; It looked like Aisha wasn't going to be the only Ctarl-Ctarl on this planet. 


Upon entering the store Hilda immediately felt a cool draft cascading over her bare skin, reminding her of her current lack of clothing. It was bad enough that everyone their height was diapered and treated like they were two at the most, but at least those lucky bastards were wearing clothing! 


While the giant woman pushed them deeper into the massive building Hilda peered around the Thuyorian and, from her limited vantage point, she spotted even more Thuyorians walking around with their "babies." Some kept their captives strapped onto their chests in strange looking pouches or leashed via a harness while most were simply pushing them around in shopping carts. Just like in the front of the store there appeared to be other Terrans and even a few other races of aliens, one of which looked like a fox hybrid.


The first couple of people Hilda had spotted were immediately brushed off and pushed to the back of her mind as nothing more than poor saps, like herself, who had been caught trying to take technology off world. However, that belief was quickly challenged upon seeing dozens of adults, all dressed in diapers and infantile clothing, wandering around the store with their giant Thuyorian guardians. It didn't take long for her to start to wonder if there was something more to this planet. If she had to guess it seemed like this wasn't just a spur of the moment decision for either party since the majority of the diapered adults seemed to be happily paraded around in public in pampers or some other infantile outfit. If the one eyed outlaw had to guess it looked like adopting people from various parts of the universe was a very popular pastime amongst the Thuyorian race. Whether these people were originally adopted willingly or sentenced to be someone else's baby, and learned to love it, was something Hilda couldn't help but ponder as Ahine pushed her and Aisha into one of the aisles that bisected the big box store.


The bright colors on the shelves immediately caught Hilda's eye, making her visibly scowl as she was pushed past a rack of pacifiers as they traveled deeper into one of the aisles. 


'Ugh, that's just stupid. Why would anyone expect us to suck on something as dumb as a pacifier?' 


The thought of actually sucking on a pacifier like a baby made her subconsciously reach for her hip where she kept her pack of cigarettes. However, once her hand brushed across the thick,  outer shell of her disposable diaper she sighed. 'Great, I can't smoke or drink booze anymore either!'


Pushing her creeping addictions to the far reaches of her mind, Hilda bit the tip of tongue and renewed her focus. Unlike Aisha, who seemed to be content with staring at Ahine's breasts, Hilda needed to do her best and stay alert. She couldn't afford to get sidelined by the mysteries of this messed up world; she had to study this store, figure out the best way to escape and then capitalize on any mistake the giant inevitably made. Sadly for her, that meant dealing with the very unavoidable reality that she was now entering the diaper aisle. 


Ever since she had become incontinent, an annoying side effect of surviving her ship blowing up, she absolutely dreaded walking down the diaper aisle to purchase her protective underwear. If she lived in one spot she could've easily had it delivered to her home, but such a stationary life was a luxury she couldn't afford. Throwing off her past as an outlaw hadn't been all that hard, but she couldn't get used to living in one place for very long. Such an inability to abandon a nomadic lifestyle was why she had become a "liberator of technological secrets" which was just a fancy way of saying she stole shit from rich assholes or their corporations. 


Along her travels she discovered many great dive bars to knock back a few drinks, but every time she docked in the various ports dotted amongst the celestial sea she always had to pay a visit to the local pharmacy for her plastic backed protection. Each time she walked into these shops never got easier and always left her feeling vulnerable and feeble when she left. These traits had been alien to her until she crawled out of that escape pod wet and dirty all those years ago. 


She didn't want to look, but the one eyed outlaw's morbid sense of curiosity compelled her to scan the wall of puffy packaging which seemed to stretch out infinitely in both directions. The first thing that immediately caught her attention was how some of the packages prominently featured topless women crawling around on the front of them. These models stood in stark contrast to the women she recalled seeing on the packages in the pharmacy's aisle. Those women would be standing tall and proudly smiling as they modeled active style incontinence garments. Those women wore bras with their disposable garments, but still looked confident. At least some of the diapers on those packages could've passed as panties, but there was no plausible deniability with these ads; All of these- girls- for lack of better word, looked positively happy to be debasing themselves while wearing only a big, bulky, plastic backed diaper. They definitely weren't bothered to crawl around or lay on their backs shaking a rattle. It was hard to find more than two or maybe three women who were standing on these boxes strewn across more than a dozen packages.


Ignoring the smiling and occasionally drooling women, Hilda started to notice that not all diapers were the same: some were designed to spread the legs, creating a huge gap which more than likely encouraged the wearer to crawl by making walking impossible. Another package displayed a woman who was literally crawling as her diaper dragged behind her like she hadn't had a diaper change in weeks! Even if she hadn't seen that particular package, she noticed that most of the diapers looked larger than what she was used to and seemed to be designed to handle multiple wettings or, God forbid, multiple messes.


 No matter where she looked she had yet to see a plain white diaper. There seemed to be a never ending selection of cute little designs plastered on each diaper she came across until she noticed a box that featured a blushing woman whose eyes were rolling into the back of her head. It definitely looked like the woman was in the middle of being fucked, but that wasn't why Hilda kept looking at the package; her diaper was white with simple pink or light blue rings framing the leak guards. In all honesty, it wasn't too different from the type of diaper she wore save for the color by the leg holes. 


"I want you girls to pick out a few different diapers to try out." Ahine announced, like she was doing them a favor.


Aisha clapped her hands together, her smile growing wider by the second. "Any diaper we want?" The Ctarl-Ctarl couldn't help but ask.


The towering Thuyorian chuckled. "Of course! I want you two to pick out a few different diapers so I can find out what you like."


Hilda sighed, unable to share Aisha's enthusiasm for picking out diapers. She remained quiet as she was lifted out of the hovering shopping cart and lowered onto her bare feet. 


'At least I'll get to pick out the least babyish diaper in this dump.'


Without a second thought she walked up to the seemingly never ending wall of diapers and pointed up at the box with the orgasming woman kneeling on her knees emblazoned across it. She didn't care why the model looked like she was cumming her brains out; the diaper featured only two colors and was, without a doubt, the least infantile looking diaper she had seen in the entire aisle.


"Such a naughty girl." Ahine mused to herself as she grabbed the package from the shelf. "Do you deserve an entire box of these special diapers?"


Hilda cocked her head up at the giant woman, wondering what she was trying to say. 'Maybe the diaper wasn't babyish enough?' 


Without further thought, Hilda replied, "You said we could pick out any diaper we wanted and I want that one."


"Yes-" Ahine paused. "I did."


"And haven't I been good?" Hilda asking, knowingly pressing the issue.


"Yes, you have." The giantess replied without hesitation. 


Before Hilda could say another word, the giant police captain turned her focus on the diapered Ctarl-Ctarl who looked to be deep in thought, studying each and every package her brilliant steel blue eyes came across. "And what diaper do you want, my little kitty?"


Aisha gazed up at the packages, trying to make up her mind. Suns and moons, and all manner of celestial bodies in between, graced some of the packages while others had every color of the rainbow or unique kinds of cartoon characters plastered all over them. There were dogs, cats and every kind of cute animal Aisha had ever seen and some she hadn't! Fish and water splashed across one while another diaper only had varying shades of the same color covering it which looked pretty,but was it what she wanted? The more she looked the more varied the diapers became which only confused her. There was no rhyme or reason why some diapers only had art on the landing strips while other diapers featured pastel pinks and other hues around the entire circumference of the disposable. 


 It was too much to take in!


"I can't choose!" The Ctarl-Ctarl exclaimed, seemingly overwhelmed by the vast selection of diapers in front of her.


"Take your time, baby." Ahine encouraged the girl by patting the girl's back. "We're in no rush."


'Speak for yourself.' Hilda thought, trying not to shift her hips more than she had to or else she'd disturb the load in her pants.


"Yeah, but I know Hilda would like her diaper changed soon." The Ctarl-Ctarl replied, quickly adding, "And my diaper needs changing too."


'And just like that I'm reminded why I love that girl.' Hilda smirked, happy to see that her girlfriend hadn't gone full baby on her yet. 


"How about you try one of the diapers your big sis picked out?" Ahine offered, patting the box of diapers that sat in the hoovering cart.


To her credit, Aisha didn't immediately erupt into a cheer. She approached the cart and peered through the plastic siding divided into diamonds, looking at the box that Hilda had picked out. Studying the box, the Ctarl-Ctarl's face suddenly grew red. 


"Okay, I will wear Hilda's diaper."


The one eyed outlaw found herself completely caught off guard by what the frisky feline had said. It was perfectly innocent, but to her ears it sounded like Aisha wanted to wear her diaper which, for some reason, reminded her of their very first night together. Just the memory of their passionate embrace, while clad in only diapers, was getting the normally ice cold Outlaw heated up. 


"I'm going to leave the cart here, but I need you two to follow mommy, okay?"


Hilda was pulled out of her fiery recollection by the giant's voice. She didn't hear what the Thuyorian had said, but nodded her head all the same; it was better to agree with the woman than to argue with her. She noticed Aisha had nodded too so whatever the woman had said couldn't have been that bad. 


Without another word, Aisha watched Ahine start walking towards the front of the store woth the package of diapers she had picked out underneath her arm, leaving her and Hilda to follow behind her. At first, it felt good to stretch her legs after being carried around for the past few hours, but that quickly changed when she realized just how much ground a Thuryian could cover. Normally, a Ctarl-Ctarl in peak physical condition, like herself, shouldn't have had any issues keeping up with the statuesque woman, but the diaper was messing with her stride. 


'How does Hilda run in these things?' 


Aisha looked over her shoulder,  to check if Hilda was having any trouble, and saw Hilda waddling closely behind her. It was a rather adorable look, Aisha had to admit. If they weren't supposed to be keeping up with their "mommy" she'd scoop Hilda right off of her feet and carry her the rest of the way. Speaking of "mommy", Aisha turned her gaze back to the giant's backside, making sure not to lose her as the woman rounded the corner when she realized just what she was staring at. 


'At least she isn't messy like us.'


Picturing such a drooping diaper of epic proportions took Aisha's attention off of the task at hand and she had to immediately dodge a hover cart that came to an abrupt stop in front of her. If this was any other day she would've given the massive mother pushing the cart a piece of mind, but the last thing she wanted to do was anger her new "mommy." With that in mind, she darted forward, hoping to catch up with the towering Thuyorian who had started getting away from her. 


"I can't believe that idiot almost ran you over!" Hilda remarked as she jogged next to Aisha.


"That silly little cart wouldn't have hurt me." The Ctarl-Ctarl replied, flashing her pearly whites at the one eyed Outlaw.


"Yeah," Hilda nodded and then looked ahead, seeing the gap between themselves and Ahine growing wider by the second. She pushed down the urge to take advantage of the situation. If she acted prematurely they would never get another chance. 


'We could easily make our move but someone would notice us and we wouldn't get very far.' 


The one eyed Outlaw sighed. "We better catch up to her before we get in trouble." 


Aisha was rather surprised by Hilda's observation, but nodded happily. 'Maybe she's starting to realize how good things can be?'


The diapered Ctarl-Ctarl and Terran nodded, agreeing with each other on completely different points without uttering another word. They took off after the giantess, waddling their fully loaded bottoms as they chased after their new mommy. In any other store, the sight of babified women running around would have been cause for concern, but seeing a hyperactive Terran or a frisky feline like a Ctarl-Ctarl dart through the baby store didn't raise any questions. It wasn't out of the norm to have a couple excited "kids" running around searching for a new toy with their "mommy's" approval. 


Sure, some Thuyorians disapproved of such behavior, but anyone seemingly in the girls way stepped off to the side or moved their hover cart just enough to let the two run by. 


They finally caught up with the towering Thuyorian who was waiting expectantly for her thundering tykes by a row of doors lining the wall. Both girls were slightly out of breath when they came to a stop in front of her which caused Ahine to look down at them with a look of concern on her face.


"Oh, are my little babies tired after such a short walk?" She asked, seemingly surprised that the girls would be so exhausted from running around the store.


"I would've kept up if it wasn't for this bulky diaper!" The proud Ctarl-Ctarl countered.


"It's not just the diaper; you're so much taller than us that you left us in the dust when you started walking." Hilda added, trying to explain to the giant what had happened. 


For the first time since meeting her, Aisha and Hilda watched as a slight blush formed on the giant woman's pale skin. 


"I'm sorry about that." Ahine apologized, genuinely feeling bad for her girls. "Very rarely do I get to walk with Terran's or Ctarl-Ctarl. Especially ones as cute as you two!" The giant giggle as she took a knee and pulled the girls in for a hug.


Now it was Hilda's turn to blush. She had been called many things during her years as an outlaw, but 'cute' was never a term she had heard used to describe her. It was hard for her to feel 'cute' with her eyepatch, but she didn't voice that thought to either Aisha or Ahine.


On the inside Ahine was positively bursting with pride for her newly adopted babies as she hugged them. She couldn't say it out loud but they passed her test. Anyone else would've bolted out of the store the moment she had turned her back on them, but these two not only stayed with her; they ran after her as if they missed her! 


"Now who wants to go first?" Ahine asked upon releasing the girls from her loving embrace.


"I do! I do!" The Ctarl-Ctarl chanted, bouncing on her feet as the giant held out her hands in front of the dark skinned humanoid feline. 


"Alright, kitten." The giantess poured, scooping the diapered Ctarl-Ctarl off of her feet. 


Hilda looked past the enormous woman who had taken Aishia in her arms and noticed that the trio was standing in front of a pair of doors. Both doors had writing on them that Hilda couldn't read, but she had a feeling that there were changing tables waiting for her behind the doors if this crazy store could be trusted to follow through with its theme. After all, Ahine had promised to change their diapers so it only made sense. 


The trio made their way into the communal changing room which, luckily for the two smaller women, was empty at that moment. Peeking past the towering Thuyorian in front of her Hilda confirmed that there wasn't another soul in sight which made her breath a sigh of relief as she noticed a row of changing tables lining the wall. Such a sight hadn't been entirely unexpected in this mad market, but what caught Hilda's eye was the fact that each table looked as if it was large enough for a woman as massive as Ahine to lay comfortably atop them! Just thinking about how small she would look laying on the table, compared to Ahine, made Hilda blush.


While Hilda gawked at the row of tables, Ahine wasted no time walking over to the closest changing table and lovingly lowered the pamper packing Ctarl-Ctarl on top of the padded table's surface. 


Aisha squirmed slightly, her ear fidgeting briefly upon feeling the mush caking her bottom pressed against her skin, forcing it to spread outwards from the bottom of her diaper due to the stiff plastic shell containing the remaining remnants of her morning meal. Her focus was momentarily taken away from the mess in her new infantile underwear when felt Ahine's gentle hand ushered the frowning feline onto her back. She quickly found herself looking up at the giantess, ready to be changed out of this icky diaper by her new mommy. 


After getting over her initial reaction to the changing tables, Hilda found herself dealing with the reality of her situation; Aisha was currently getting her dirty diaper changed inside of a public bathroom and she was literally next in line to get her ass wiped. She may have been incontinent, but at least she changed her diaper in the privacy of her own ship or, in the worst case scenario, in a public bathroom that had a locking door. If the outlaw couldn't find one with such a basic amenity then she would take her business to a bar that had one. 


This was different.


So far she had been blessed with an empty bathroom, if one could call a room without a toilet or sink a "bathroom," but at any moment she knew someone could waltz right into the room and become an audience to what should've been a private ritual. Knowing her luck, Aisha would get through her change in peaceful solitude and then she'd take Aisha's place only for some nosey Thuyorian to walk up to the changing table and coo nonsense down at her as Ahine wiped her ass!


'I hope she hurries this up.'


For the second time that day Aisha found herself lying on her back, her smile had gradually faded when the giant had untapped her diaper and lifted her backside off of the putrid pamper. She was still happy to be getting cleaned, but the overwhelming stench wafting from her waist made the young Ctarl-Ctarl want to frown. That, coupled with the size difference, truly made her feel like she was nothing more than an infant. It was hard not to think back to her earlier diaper changes with Hilda and how different they made her feel compared to what was currently happening. What she was experiencing lacked the sensuality and overt sexuality of Hilda's touch. 


It wasn't bad, but different.  


One such difference that she couldn't ignore, was how much smaller she felt at the moment under the care of the giant alien's strong hands. She tried to shift her attention onto other things while her diaper was being changed, but the stillness of the room, removed from the noise of the store, made it hard for her to focus on anything except for what was happening between her legs. For the first time that day Aisha was actually able to appreciate the awkwardness of the situation. She found herself thinking about how quickly things had changed since arriving on the Thuyorian homeworld. Everything had happened so fast and it pained her to think that it was mostly her fault. If she hadn't asked for a change in that park they might've been able to make it back to the ship. 


Now she was on a changing table, getting a new diaper, which she knew was going to become just another facet of her life as the warmed baby wipe slid between her toned bottom, but was that really so bad? 


She shifted her gaze from the ceiling until the smiling face of Ahine came into her field of view. This massive woman who had been a complete stranger only a few hours ago, and was still technically a stranger, Aisha knew that better than anyone as she laid there, had offered her a way out of her depressing existence. All she had to do was call her "mommy" which wasn't the hardest thing to do considering she was already allowing this giantess to wipe her butt with a baby wipe. It was a small price to pay and one she was willing to pay if it meant living a lavish life devoid of work. 


Aisha realized that she was happy with how things had turned out, especially when the alternative was being locked up in some subterranean prison. She just hoped that Hilda would learn to love their new life together. 


The contemplative Ctarl-Ctarl felt her face contort into a grimace when the towering Thuyorian pulled a hunk of stinky muck from her skin. A sigh of relief quickly escaped from her pursed lips when the wipe was pulled away and placed into her dirty diaper. She felt so much better now that the caked-on crap was no longer clinging to her skin. 


"You're being such a good girl." Ahine cooed with a smile as she placed the dirty, Thuyorian sized wet wipe into Aisha's poopy pamper and balled out the oversized disposable. "You've definitely earned this new diaper."


The Ctarl-Ctarl's face lit up after being reminded about the new diaper Hilda had picked out. If the model's face on the package was any indication of how the diaper worked, Aisha knew she was in for a good time. She watched with bated breath as the giant pull out the new diaper from the package sitting on the table and didn't even need to be told to lift her legs. She did so eagerly, allowing Ahine ample space to lay out the sweet smelling disposable underneath her raised bottom. 


As Aisha was getting taped into her new diaper, Hilda couldn't help but wonder what the giantess had meant by that. Was she really going to make them 'earn' diaper changes? 'I don't think we should have to 'earn' a damn diaper change!'


Suddenly the diapered outlaw came face to face with Aisha who had been lowered back down onto the tiled floor. Hilda noticed a hint of pink showing through the frisky feline's dark complexion and wondered if the giant had done more than simply change the catgirl's diaper.


"I know why you picked these out." The Ctarl-Ctarl snickered, wiggling her hips from side to side before adding a low purr. "They make you feel so goooood."


Hilda blinked, completely unprepared to witness her girlfriend's dilated eyes staring back at her with a cheshire smile as she drew out the last word in such a lustful manner. 


Before Hilda could reply she found herself picked up by the enormous alien and moved towards the top of the massive changing table. 


"You two can talk during your change if you want." Ahine offered as she lowered the one eyed outlaw onto the changing table. 


The padding covering the table felt soft on her back, but it was the squelching slickness of her load squeezing in between her ass and diaper that captured her whole, undivided attention. A full body shudder started in the tips of her toes all the way up to the top of her head as she processed the disgusting sensation emanating from her diaper. Never, in all of the years she had worn protective undergarments, had she ever just sat down in a dirty diaper without at least doing so in a gingerly and very deliberate fashion. The giant had literally just laid her down like there wasn't a fat pile of poop in the back of her pants!


Hilda did her best to stifle the groan escaping from her lips. She didn't want to talk to anyone, but the aloof Ctarl-Ctarl and Thuyorian untaping her diaper obviously weren't skilled in the art of reading faces.


"It feels nasty at first, but Ahine really knows what she's doing!" Aisha remarked, trying to cheer her frowning girlfriend up.


"Thank you, kitten." Ahine smiled, patting the happy Ctarl-Ctarl on her head after she finished pulling back the tapes on Hilda's diaper, completely exposing her crotch in the process. 



"I'd rather not talk right now." Hilda replied, resolute in her request for a modicum of silence as the recirculated air of the store's air conditioning blew over her now exposed crotch.


She was already feeling embarrassed to be changed like this in front of her girlfriend by another woman, but the idea of actually carrying a conversation while getting her ass wiped really didn't sit well with her. It was as awkward as trying to carry on a conversation with someone while you were using the toilet. There were some things you didn't do and talking during any bathroom related activity was definitely high on the outlaw's list of things she didn't do and didn't want to engage in. 


"That's perfectly normal, baby." Ahine replied as she lifted her legs off of the changing table, exposing her poop covered backside for Aisha to see. 


'Ugh, this is so humiliating!'


The one eyed outlaw braced herself, ready for the icy kiss of an incredibly cold wet wipe to caress her bottom as the unfamiliar weight of her thighs pressed against her chest. Bent like a pretzel, she felt more vulnerable than she could even recall feeling. However, much to her surprise, the wipe was warm and almost soothing to her sore skin. She exhaled as the wipe slid across her plump cheeks, appreciating the warmth that cut through any unwanted muck clinging to her backside. Hilda had been certain that she would be walking away from the changing table with a rash after getting changed, but there was something so refreshing, so soothing, about being wiped with that wet wipe that she had to open her mouth and find out why the wipe felt like it did. 


"What type of wet wipe is that?" Hilda wondered a loud.


"It's a special Thuyorian wipe." Ahine answered, pulling the warmed up wipe between Hilda's bottom much to the girl's discomfort. "With such limited amounts of water we not only wear diapers to save water but use wipes that clean the skin as well as washing one's bottom."


"Wait a minute." Hilda replied, unsure of what she had just heard due to the giant woman's hand firmly wiping her anus. It took her a moment for her mind to fully process what Ahine had said. "So, these wet wipes act like a bath?"


"Yes, you could say that." Ahine agreed, dropping the discarded wipe into the poop filled pamper. "Thanks to our technology we have moved beyond the need for bathing; These wipes heal the skin far better than simply bathing in water."


Hilda's mouth dropped slightly upon hearing Ahine's explanation. She had investigated what little information was available on the Thuyorian home world before arriving, and knew it was virtually an unending desert, but she never expected them to have completely abandoned using water for bathing. This shocking revelation was almost enough to make her forget that her legs were spread wide open in front of a perfect stranger and her girlfriend; the latter she had only known a week at the most. 


Almost a week.


The one eyed outlaw inhaled sharply as the towering Thuyorian took her ankles for a second time and raised her freshly cleaned bottom off of the padded table top. She watched the giantess hold her legs high in the air as she fiddled with the box of diapers, finally pulling one free from the package. 


'Just a little longer. You got through the hard part.' Hilda mentally repeated the mantra to herself. 'Just a little longer.'


Ahine was opening the new diaper while doing her best to keep herself from snickering at the funny faces her little Terran was making. She fought the urge to further humiliate her little trooper and slid the unfolded disposable under her before lowering her bottom back down.


Hilda noticed that the new padding lifted her bottom off of the table a good few inches unlike her old diaper from the pharmacy on Symka 5. It was thicker and slightly less giving than the original diaper had been too. Despite the added thickness, and plastic backing, Hilda had to admit that it felt good to be in a clean diaper. Especially one that didn't look like it belonged to a two year old toddler! 


However, she wasn't out of the woods yet. 


"And this cream supplies all the daily nutrients your skin needs and prevents any rashes that happen to off worlders such as yourselves." Ahine explained as she pushed upwards on the bottom of a large dispenser which rewarded her efforts with a healthy dollop of cream.


"But how is-" Hilda was interrupted by the most sensual sensation bombarding her womanhood as the giant's fingers spread the cream all over her mound, getting some of the slick stuff in between the folds of her slit. 


"There's a reason why our technology is so advanced." Ahine spoke up, keeping the Terran underneath her hand quiet as she worked in the cream. "We have achieved so much because we only have one world; one home."


Hilda could barely focus on what Ahine was saying as the cream tingled pleasantly across her crotch. She felt her legs leaving the mat once more before the familiar feeling of Ahine's hand caressing her bottom resumed. She was beyond words for how good the cream made her feel. It wasn't necessarily in a sexual way either, but had more to do with how the cream made every nerve ending it came into contact with alive. 


"We guard our technology so fiercely because we have earned it while others have not." The giantess elaborated, her voice still firm as she finished rubbing the cream into Hilda's bottom. 


Unlike Hilda, Aisha had been able to follow what her new mommy was saying, even if she was occasionally distracted by the urge to squeeze her legs together to push her diaper further into her glistening womanhood. What the giant had said made sense to a proud Ctarl-Ctarl like herself. 


'Why should anyone share what they had to fight for?' 


"Except for my lovely little babies." Ahine cooed sweetly as she pulled the front of the pink and white disposable over Hilda's freshly loitioned loins. "You have earned it."


Hilda had thought she had gotten used to the wondrous warmth of the cream covering her bottom and crotch, but the diaper pushing into her already quivering folds awoken something that she hadn't felt since she had slept with a man. For lack of a better description; her womanhood was full. She shifted her hips while the giant woman tended to the diaper's tapes in an attempt to get a better idea of what was going on with this diaper. Every slight and subtle movement caused the ridge between her legs to press up against her pussy, pushing its way deeper. Sure, there had been times when her diaper had bunched up while on a job, it even happened while she was piloting Horus, but this was different. This wasn't an accidental case of diapered camel toe; this was by design!


"Even with all that squirming I still got you taped up!" Ahine announced with a chuckle while giving the front of Hilda's diaper a nice, firm pat.


Hilda's eye practically bulged out of her head as the engineered protrusion inside of the diaper plunged itself repeatedly into her glistening feminine folds over and over with every pat Ahine's hand made against the plastic shell cupping her crotch. Thankfully, the one eyed outlaw was laying down because if she was standing she would've probably fallen with how weak her knees felt. Mere seconds after Ahine pulled her hand away from Hilda's crotch, the stoic Outlaw literally felt the ridge in between her legs becoming bigger, growing larger and fulfilling her in ways she never thought were possible. She couldn't help but wonder if her mind was playing tricks on her. 


Unbeknownst to Hilda, the specifically designed ridge was becoming bigger because it was absorbing her unbridled excitement. It was literally a cycle, the ridge made her aroused and the more aroused she got, the larger the ridge would become which increased her excitement thus adding to the diaper's unique design. 


"Alright, now that everyone is all nice and clean, how about we get back to shopping?" Ahine asked as she picked up a squirmy, red faced Hilda from the changing table.


"Yes, let's go shopping!" Aisha cheered. "I want to get some shoes!"


Ahine held the quivering Hilda against her hip, gazing down at the Ctarl-Ctarl with a smile. "I think that's a really good idea, kitten. Can't have you two running around barefoot." The Thuyorian paused for a moment as she looked over the wriggling Outlaw perched on her side. "That said, I don't know how far you'll be able to walk in  your new diaper, but let's go get you two some new shoes."


"Yay!" Ashia shouted, her voice echoing off the walls of the psuedo bathroom as she bolted from the changing table to the door.


"Slow down, baby." Ahine ordered, her voice breaking into a chuckle after watching her frolicking little feline take off.


She couldn't blame the girl for being excited to go shopping. Judging from the information she had received regarding Aisha at the station, it was obvious that the girl had been struggling after running a foul of the Ctarl-Ctarl government. The file didn't explain how a young woman like Aisha had suffered such a fall from grace, given her aristocratic background, but there was a notation about her fighting with a group of Saurians in a bar a few months ago. However, that did little to explain what she was doing there or why she had been thoroughly demoted and relagated to one of the most remote satellites in the galaxy as punishment. If she had to take a guess, it was probably Aisha's last strike with her superiors, but that was ancient history as far as Ahine was concerned; it was time to spoil her new baby with whatever shoes the girl wanted!


Her long, Thuyorian legs made keeping up with a rambunctious Ctarl-Ctarl like Aisha look effortless. Ahine was right on the girl's tail both figuratively and literally in a matter of moments. She looked down at her little ball of energy while keeping her other baby cradled against her hip. The sight of her toddling baby, coupled with that unmistakable warmth of holding Hilda amplified the already powerful maternal energy radiating from her. That and the package of diapers tucked underneath the arm opposite Hilda truly made her feel like a mother as she briskly walked past the various displays showcasing the latest infantile fashions. 


Captain O-Maku Ahine had finally achieved everything she had ever wanted in life. She was fairly high up the chain of command in the planetary police force and oversaw the operations of the largest department that protected the biggest city on the planet. The only thing that topped such an accomplishment was the two beautiful babies she was going to take care of and watch over.


Meanwhile, Hilda was doing her best to steady her breathing as the giant briskly walked through the store. Each step the enormous woman took caused Hilda's bulky backside to bounce against Ahine's hand which held the squirming Outlaw in place on the giant's hip. This only amplified Hilda's arousal due to how she was held; it wasn't intentional, but Hilda's diapered crotch was literally grinding against Ahine's huge hip. Hilda could feel the engineered ridge swelling, slowly invading her lower lips, but somewhere deep in the Outlaw's overstimulated mind, there was just enough self control left within her to keep herself from actively thrusting her diapered pelvis into her new caretaker. 


"Here we are, girls!" Ahine announced with a smile, pausing in front of the shoe section. "Pick out anything you want!"


Hilda inhaled deeply, her loins were still soaked and quivering for more, but a part of her was grateful that the giantess had finally come to a stop. 


Upon catching her breath, she looked away from the woman's bare midsection and took in her surroundings: dress racks and shelves could be seen nearby, but the sight of dozens upon dozens of shoes dominated her vision. 


Literally a wall containing all kinds of shoes stood in front of her. Lining the shelves of this formidable wall were all manner of footwear ranging from the downright infantile to more cutesy styles that some adults could probably wear and pull off the look without looking too childish. Hilda did her best to avoid looking at the baby booties or anything else she deemed "babyish" or "girly," which was easier said than done in a store selling merchandise designed for oversized infants. Most of these shoes she wouldn't want to be caught dead in, but the same couldn't be said of Aisha. She noticed that her girlfriend had stopped walking around and was now staring at a positively "girly" pair of pink and white Uggs. 


'Huh, she'd actually look cute in those.'


While Hilda sat overhead, Aisha inspected the Uggs with faux pink fur trim with a careful eye. They looked sturdy, adorable and comfortable especially when compared to the patent leather black Mary Janes' that sat just above them. They may not have been the most elegant shoes she had ever seen, but they definitely weren't the most babyish things in the store; that honor fell upon the thick baby blue booties that were next to the Uggs which Aisha ignored the moment she saw them. 


"I want these!" Aisha proclaimed, pointing at the cute Uggs. 


"My little girl has good taste." Ahine beamed, taking a knee next to the Ctarl-Ctar while simultaneously balancing Hilda on her hip and putting the package of diapers onto the floor. "Let's try them on first to see if they fit."


Aisha nodded and happily plopped down onto the floor which caused her pampered posterior to crinkle like crazy before it settled into place. A blush rose to her cheeks as the sinful stimulating touch of her diaper tickled her pussy, but Aisha was able to ride out the wave of pleasure. 


Ahine reached forward with her left hand, easily grabbing both of the stylish, fur trimmed boots and placed them in Aisha's lap. The Ctarl-Ctarl eagerly accepted them, practically hugging her new Uggs against her topless chest while Ahine plopped a wiggly, blushing Outlaw onto the floor beside her. "Alright, baby. Let's see if these fit you."


Aisha's toothy smile slowly faded as doubt crept into her mind. She had been so excited by the idea of getting new shoes that she didn't even look for anything resembling a shoe size nor did she even know how giants like the Thuyorians measured the feet of smaller alien races like herself. Was it still the same system that everyone else in the universe used or did they have their own units of measurements? These thoughts bombarded the once overjoyed Ctarl-Ctarl, making her worry that she couldn't fit into the cute boots she held against her bare breasts. Still, they looked really close to her normal shoe size so she didn't let these doubts ruin her sunny disposition; she still held out hope that everything would work out.


"Hold up your leg for me." Ahine instructed, waiting patiently for her little Ctarl-Ctarl to comply.


Aisha lifted up her leg from the floor and held out her foot. For the first time in a long time she was staring at her toes, looking them over with a keen eye that she had lacked during the past months. Her nails were sharp, pointed from being protected by her subpar shoes from countless months of work. She rarely got an opportunity to trim them, not that she necessarily needed to do so since leaving her cushy post in the Ctarl-Ctarl Empire, but she couldn't help but worry that they might cut the delicate insides of the stylish boots.


"We're going to need to get these cut, sweetheart." Aisha heard the giantess comment; it was funny how they were on the same wavelength. 


The Ctarl-Ctarl nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly with the woman as a blush formed on her face. "It's been a long time since I trimmed my nails."


"Mommy can tell, but that's okay." Ahine replied, bringing the mouth of the cutest pink and white boot closer to the feline's foot. "I won't be mad if your feet hurt the shoes, baby."


Aisha nodded once more and felt her foot slip effortlessly into the opening of the Ugg boot. Her bare heel glided over the soft synthetic sheepskin before coming to rest against the cushy insole. There was something familiar about the way the shoe welcomed her felt like her foot. She absentmindedly wiggled her toes and couldn't stop herself from smiling; The interior of the boot came with custom slots for each one of her toes to rest in which not only provided additional comfort, but protected the boots from her nails. 


"They're just like the shoes I had when I was little." The words were spoken more to herself than to her Thuyorian caregiver. Needless to say, Aisha was at a loss for words. How did these aliens know what young Ctarl-Ctarl wore? How did they replicate the kind of shoes her rich parents had regularly kept her in before she went off to the Ctarl-Ctarl  academy for Military Officers when she a young teenager. 


"Sounds like they're perfect for my little angel." Ahine cooed while taking the second boot into her hand, holding it in place as she scanned it with her cell phone. "And-" the Thuyorian paused for a moment until her phone chirped, "now they're yours!"


Aisha's smile grew larger, becoming an ear to ear grin when she heard that the shoes were officially hers to wear whenever she wanted to. It had been years since she bought new shoes which was one of the reasons why her old shoes had literally been held together by bandages. It was an old trick she had learned while in the service of the Empire to keep her boots intact while in the field, but such quick fixes weren't intended to last indefinitely.


"Thank you so much!" Aisha exclaimed, genuinely overjoyed by the new boots she was wearing.


While Aisha was gushing over her new Uggs Hilda was still feeling fidgety and squirmy. It was hard to focus on anything other than the constant encroachment of the gradually growing intruder between her legs. It kept creeping up her womanhood, demanding her attention, compelling her to throw all masks of modesty and decency she wore into the trash so she could debase herself in public by flopping face first onto the well worn public floor and start thrusting her padded crotch against the carpet until she erupted. However, Hilda was made of much stronger stuff than most people. Sure, she drank, smoked and fucked whenever the mood struck her, but she wasn't about to give into the nagging urges plaguing her lower lips. 


"And what shoes would you like Mommy to buy for you?" Ahine asked, her voice as sweet as syrup.


Hilda looked up from her bulbous crotch and saw Ahine smiling down at her. A small blush flushed across the one eyed outlaw's face; she hadn't even given it much thought since ending up on the floor due to the constant teasing touch of her disposable diaper. 


"I- Ugh, ummm." Hilda fumbled over her words as she peered past the giant alien's shoulder. 


She could see all sorts of shoes, but only two or three immediately stood out to her and only one really said "mature."


"The white ones with the straps." Hilda replied, pointing at the second shelf from the top of the wall of shoes. 


Hilda watched the giant woman stand up and reach for the stylish open toed sandals that stood out oh so prominently from the rest of the infantile footwear present. Instead of immediately bringing them down for Hilda to look over, the towering Thuyorian stopped to inspect the rather adult shoes. The passage of time grew to a crawl as Hilda grew more and more annoyed by how the giantess was going over every detail of the shoes. She was about to voice her annoyance when Ahine finally brought the sandals down and placed them into her hands.


"These are the kind of shoes mommy would wear." The giantess commented with a smile. 


Even with that statement lingering in the air Hilda knew that these were the shoes for her. They possessed a certain timeless elegance and air of maturity that none of the other shoes had. If she was being given a choice between baby booties that probably limited her mobility and sleek and stylish sandals then she'd happily pick the sandals. 


Hilda guided her foot through the lower loop underneath the unfastened strap and placed her bare foot against the tan sole of the sandal. It welcomed her foot, cradling the valley of her arch. It wasn't like she was the most avid shoe shopper, but there was something unique about these sandals; something she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was almost like it was a form fitting sole or something. Like it molded to her foot using some unknown technology. 


Regardless of the science behind her sandal, the one eyed Outlaw pulled the strap over her shin and fastened it together. She quickly followed suit with her left foot before she stretched out both legs and got up onto her legs. It was hard to overcome that pleasurable prodding in between her legs, but once she focused her mind it was easy to admire how good the sandals looked. The white band of shiny rubber not only held her feet in the sandal but also put the toes just above it on display, showcasing them for all to see. Had Hilda actually painted her nails, this would've been the perfect open toed sandal to show off her feet in, but even without painted nails, she still loved how her feet looked. 


She took a step forward, trying not to agitate the hulking ridge filling her gap as she walked down the aisle while testing her new shoes out. The first thing she noticed was how the sole was built wider underneath her toes but gradually tapered off, becoming narrower in the heel. It was something she hadn't felt in years since she had switched to wearing boots, but the familiar feeling of wearing a feminine sandal was something she couldn't forget. 


After all, just because she had been a ruthless Outlaw didn't mean she lacked a sense for fashion. 


"I love them!" Hilda blurted out once she came to a stop at the end of the aisle. 


Ahine had to suppress a giggle as she walked up behind her little Terran. "That's great, sweetie."


Hilda did a slightly awkward pivot and spun around with the grace of a diapered ballerina which caused Ahine to pause when she saw just how happy Hilda looked; For the first time since meeting her, Hilda was actually smiling. It was a warm, genuine smile that made Ahine feel happy. For a brief moment she actually forgot what she was doing until she noticed that she was holding out her cell phone.


"Let's get these scanned and then you can wear them for the rest of the day." Ahine offered, moving her cell phone over Hilda's foot.


The one eyed outlaw watched the towering Thuyorian scan her sandal, wondering how the phone knew what product it was scanning. There was no barcode or even a tag; it was literally just her sandal and yet the phone beeped, signaling to everyone present that the sandal had been paid for. 


"There we go. All ready for the rest of our day of shopping!" Ahine declared, scooping Hilda off of her feet. 


"I want to look at dresses!" The Ctarl-Ctarl, who had been ignored up until that moment, announced before running out of the shoe aisle. 


"Aisha! Don't go running off!" Ahine called after the diapered Ctarl-Ctarl while grabbing the package of diapers.


"Ummf!" Hilda moaned as she was once again taken for a ride on the towering Thuyorian's hip.


Ahine was in hot pursuit of Aisha which caused Hilda's lower body to repeatedly buck against the giant's body. The one eyed outlaw had to clench her teeth due to all the bouncing, but even with every ounce of her resolve she couldn't stop her body from acting on its own. Heat rose to her cheeks as her legs started squeezing together in a subconscious attempt to maximize every bump to bring herself over the threshold of pleasure. Every hurried step Ahine made brought her one step closer to bridging the gap between the tantalizing teasing torment she currently felt to achieving an orgasmic ovation!


Then all the rapid bounces of pleasure came to a stop and Hilda heard Ahine's voice. "You really shouldn't run around the store like that, Aisha."


Aisha's ear twitched and she slowly turned around to see her mother, staring down at her with a face full of concern.


"Sorry…" The Ctarl-Ctarl apologized with her head hung low. 


Hilda exhaled as she came down from the gates of ecstasy only to feel the clammy, swampy state of her diaper. Doing her back to shift her focus away from puddle in her Pampers, the one eyed outlaw looked away from Ahine's exposed midriff and glanced over at the racks of numerous baby themed outfits. She was never really into dresses and the sight of these frilly looking… garments… filled her soul with dread. 


Would wearing such dainty preschool party dresses be worse than walking around all day in only a diaper? 


Yes. 


Sure it was degrading to be seen prancing around in Pampers, but the one eyed Outlaw would happily do it each and every day if it meant never having to go out in public wearing such a babyish dress that would do nothing but accentuate the disposable diaper hugging her hips. 


"It's okay, baby." Ahine's tone immediately shifted, returning to her soothing voice after allowing a moment to pass. "I just don't want you getting lost."


The comment cut right through any lingering traces of fleeting pleasure and made the one eyed outlaw feel downright sober. 'Getting lost? We're freaking adults!' 


Hilda may have been enjoying herself a bit too much due to the diaper plunging its moist mast up into her repeatedly, but she couldn't help but worry that her girlfriend's carefree sprints had potentially put them both under tighter scrutiny. If they started looking at leases, or something equally as degrading and humiliating as some kind of harness, then she knew that they were both screwed.


"Can I get that one?" Aisha's voice broke through Hilda's internal lamentations, drawing the one eyed outlaw's attention over to where the diapered Ctarl-Ctarl stood.


Aisha was standing in front of a row of mannequins who were not only wearing thick plastic backed diapers but equally infantile dresses with frills across their chests. Just seeing how excited the grown woman looked as she stared up at the mannequin made her smile a stupid little grin. The girl's energy was definetly contagious, Hilda was certain of that much.


"I don't know." Ahine replied, gazing down her bubbly little girl. "We don't really wear clothing unless it's a special occasion you did run off when I specifically told you not to."


Aisha's positively ecstatic demeanor was shattered in the blink of an eye. She looked down from the pretty row of mannequins that were dressed in onesies, dresses and shortfalls. The poor girl looked like she was actually on the brink of spilling tears.


"But-" Ashia murmured before lifting her head up which only put her beautiful sparkling blue eyes full of unshed tears on display. "Aisha didn't mean to do it!"


In a flurry of movement, Hilda found herself sat on the ground as Ahine reached forward and brought the sobbing Ctarl-Ctarl into her arms. 


"I'm sorry, baby. Mommy didn't mean to make you cry, baby." Ahine replied in earnest, genuinely broken up by how sad her little girl looked at that moment. She felt compelled to hold her baby and comfort her until her tears dried up.


It was said that some Ctarl-Ctarl were master manipulators on top of being skilled warriors. Hilda didn't know if her already juvenile girlfriend was milking the Thuyorian for sympathy or if she was legitimately crying over the possibility of not getting a dress that looked like it belonged to a two year old. Either way, the once feared outlaw knew what the end result was going to be.


"I know that they're only for special occasions but I'll buy you any dress you want and, if you promise not to run off on mommy, I'll get you an extra special surprise!" Ahine offered in what sounded like a desperate tone. "How does that sound, my little kitten?"


Hilda didn't have to be a cosmic telepath to see that coming, but she was slightly surprised by how quickly the giantess broke down over a little sobbing. 'This is the same woman that was running the police station with an iron fist. Why is she acting like such a pushover?'


The tale tale flicker of Aisha's ear preceded her sudden silence. No more tears fell from her eyes as she pulled slightly away from Ahine and looked up at the giantess expectantly. "Really?" She sniffled slightly. "A special present and the dress?"


"Of course, sweetheart!" Ahine's voice boomed as she pulled the diapered Ctarl-Ctarl back in for another hug.


'What a crafty little cat.' Hilda mused to herself. 'It hasn't even been an hour and she's got this giant wrapped around her finger.'


Once her new mommy finished hugging her Aisha looked up at the row of mannequins as she sat cradled in the Thuyorian's arms. All of these outfits looked so cute and she didn't have to worry about buying any of them because her mommy would buy them! 


Aisha finally made her decision, pointing to the mannequin in the middle. "That one!"


Both Ahine and Hilda followed the Ctarl-Ctarl's outstretched index finger until they spotted what she was pointing at: a white dress with a red belt. It still was childish, frills adorned the hem and it had a Peter pan collar, but it still seemed to be the most mature option in the row of mannequins . 


"You'll look cute in that color," Ahine observed as she reached into her pouch to pull out her phone. "And this is the one you want?" 


Aisha nodded her head rapidly, making the bell of her chest jingle.


"Alright then, Kitten," Ahine smiled as she stood up with Aisha on her hip. "Then we'll take it."


Aisha let out a little squeal of excitement as she watched her new mother scan the dress with her phone, instantly paying for it.


"That should be everything we need, right?" Ahine asked as she placed her kitten on the ground so she could carry the dress and the package of opened diapers. 


'I wish I had the hover cart.'


"Just one more thing," Aisha said excitedly before taking Hilda by the hand, pulling the startled outlaw to her feet and tugging her towards another display. 


"What about this?" Aisha asked, gesturing to a simple shirt that would probably barely cover Hilda's toned tummy. 


Hilda glanced up at the mannequin, unsure of her girlfriend's motives. "It's a shirt."


"Yeah!" Aisha exclaimed before lowering her voice slightly, "I know you don't like running around topless so maybe this would be an improvement."


Hilda gave the shirt another glance before smiling brightly at Aisha. "That's very thoughtful, but it wouldn't be fair to you if I was covered up."


"What's that supposed to mean?" The Ctarl-Ctarl shot back, seemingly caught off guard.


"It means that only I would be able to enjoy the view if Ahine bought that shirt." Hilda replied, flicking Aisha's erect nipple to punctuate her point.


The boisterous Ctarl-Ctarl instantly crossed her arms, covering her bountiful breasts as she turned away from her playful girlfriend to hide her blushing face.


"Hey now, you two." Ahine warned. "Play nice."


"We are." Hilda answered back with a cheshire grin.


"Aisha." Ahine raised her voice slightly, drawing out the Ctarl-Ctarl's name. "Is Hilda being mean to you?"


Aisha slowly turned around, her blush gradually fading away. "Nope, she's just playing a game with me."


Ahine wanted to chuckle at the two little ladies' antics, but figured doing that would only encourage them so she decided to change the subject. "Alright, then it sounds like we're done here."


Before Hilda could walk over to where the Thuyorian stood, she felt the powerful Ctarl-Ctarl yank her backwards. Her upper body was cradled against her girlfriend's as the stronger girl leaned towards the side of her face and whispered into her ear, "Are you sure you don't want anything? I can get you anything you want!"


Hilda smirked. "What I want is to get out of this place."


With that said, Hilda broke loose from Aisha's half hearted hold and made her way over to where Ahine was standing.


"Alright, you two. Let's get back to the diaper aisle so we can finish our shopping and go home!" Ahine announced with a smile.


Aisha could argue that she wanted to buy more clothes, but between the dress and the new Uggs that cushioned her overworked feet, she decided that it was better to be a "good girl" for her new "mommy."


The agile Ctarl-Ctarl easily caught up with Ahine and Hilda, the latter was having a bit of difficulty walking, but Aisha attributed that to these very unusual diapers. Even now she could still feel the gentle prodding of the raised ridge inside the bottom of her diaper with each step she took but it wasn't enough to make her waddle or anything like that. It had felt good, but the longer she focused on it, she realized that it was nothing more than a tease. 


She continued to watch Hilda's padded ass sway from side to side and started wondering if her diaper was wet due to how it was sagging. It was possible that she could've pissed herself at some point since getting changed, but Aisha knew better than to ask her girlfriend that. However, such a thought only made the Ctarl-Ctarl wonder what would happen if she wet herself. Maybe the strange protrusion would gradually swell as it absorbed her "accident?" If the diaper was made of the same material as the ones Hilda had on board the Horus then that would not only happen, but would explain why the former outlaw was walking like that. 


Aisha was no expert on diapers but they felt similar to the brand she had worn the first night she had slept with Hilda. They had the same basic design, an hourglass shape and tapes to secure the two halves of the garment together. The only thing separating the two diapers was the inverted crease that wanted nothing more than to poke itself into her every time she took a step forward. 


'This new addition will definitely make sex lot more fun.'


She couldn't wait to get some alone time with Hilda. Even if it was in a crib, the crafty Ctarl-Ctarl could make it work. She'd test these diapers to their limit and then some once they got back to Ahine's place!


"Alright, girls!" The towering Thuyorian announced as they approached the hover cart. "I need to make a phone call so finish picking out your diapers!


The Ctarl-Ctarl looked towards the familiar wall of disposable diapers and found her eyes darting between the different styles of diapers. Much like before she was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed by how many choices there were. Hilda must've noticed because the next thing Aisha knew she was hearing her voice calling out to her.


"Aisha?" Hilda kept repeating the Ctarl-Ctarl's name until the woman's ear twitched. "Earth to Aisha!"


"Nyah?" Aisha blinked, turning her head towards the sound of Hilda's voice.


"Are you okay?" The one eyed outlaw asked. "You looked a bit out of it."


"Of course I'm okay!" Aisha replied, placing her arms on her diapered hips."A Ctarl-Ctarl is always in control!"


"Except when it comes to picking out your diapers." Hilda smirked, trying not to chuckle at her little jab at her girlfriend. 


"There's just too many to choose from!" Aisha exclaimed, her voice taking on a slightly annoyed edge to it. 



"Yeah, I can see that." Hilda paused for a moment, looking over each pack before settling on one a few rows above where Aisha stood. "Maybe we should get that variety pack?"


Aisha's eyebrow went up as a look of confusion spread across her face. "Variety pack?" She repeated.


"Yeah, according to the box it comes with ten different styles." Hilda replied, enjoying how cute Aisha looked when she was clueless. 


"Where do you see that?" Aisha demanded.


"It's right above you." Hilda answered, pointing to the third row.


The Ctarl-Ctarl glanced upwards until she noticed a box that had a few different designs on the front. "Okay, I'm gonna grab two or three of those!"


Before Hilda knew what was happening, Aisha was scaling the shelves, climbing up to where the coveted variety pack sat on the shelf. Her initial surprise quickly turned to worry as she watched Aisha pull out one of the packages and toss it down to the ground. 


'There's no way Ahine is going to be cool with this.' Hilda thought to herself, but the towering Thuyorian wasn't scolding Aisha or even rushing over to grab her off of the display of diapers. 


Hilda cocked her head towards where the hover cart stood and noticed that Ahine had her back to them, busy chatting on her phone. For the moment, they were free to do whatever they wanted, but the one eyed outlaw knew that such freedom would be short-lived. They couldn't just walk away, especially not in a diaper as torturously teasing as hers, but maybe they could capitalize on their momentary lapse of supervision. 


Her eye scanned the shelves, searching for anything that could potentially be used to improve their situation. It was painfully obvious that Ahine wanted to spoil them so all she had to do was find something that she actually wanted! Suddenly her eye came across something that she had never seen in a diaper aisle: a giant vibrator. Typically, such devices, if they were sold in pharmacies, were typically called "back massagers" but this devilish device was literally called "The Ultra Vibe Pleasure 4000" if the name on the side of the box was to be believed. Even if she couldn't convince the giantess to buy it for her, she knew that Ahine wouldn't refuse Aisha; the girl had some kind of effect on the Thuyorian. Then it dawned on her; she didn't need to ask for anything! 


"Aisha!" Hilda hissed, trying to get the attention of the Ctarl-Ctarl who was literally clambering her way down the shelves towards the ground. "Grab that box to your left and get your ass down here before she sees you!"


Hilda was confident that Aisha would get their treasure so she decided to take a knee and start stacking up the boxes. If everything went according to plan, she could get the sought after sex toy by hiding it in plain sight! Ahine would scan all of the boxes with her phone, buying them all, and, if she found the vibrator then It wouldn't even take much convincing from either herself or Aisha to get her to let them keep it once it had been paid for! 


However, her plan immediately hit a speed bump the moment she started crouching down. She felt her whole body grow hot as the all too familiar phallus of saturated polymers penetrated her womanhood deeper than it ever had done. A sharp inhale helped her ride the sudden burst of pleasure that rocked her body. The heat, combined with the increased size of the ridge, told her that she must've wet herself somewhere between the clothing section and the diaper aisle, but that wasn't exactly a surprise. Incontinence always had a way of picking the worst possible time to make itself known. 


She had to stay calm. She couldn't lose her cool over pissing her pampers; she had a vibrator to buy!


Aisha scurried across the scaffolding-like structure of the display, carefully making her way over to the box Hilda had pointed to. She couldn't keep herself from wondering what type of diapers her lover wanted as she gradually approached the location of the box. Were they special diapers like the ones they were wearing? Designed to enhance their private play times or maybe these would secrete some type of lotion like the kind mommy had squirted onto her sex? The possibilities were both endless and were starting to drive her wild!


Finally, her left hand was hovering over the mysterious package while her right hand kept her steady. She wrapped her fingers around the oversized box, trying to pull it out from its spot, but it barely budged due to its weight. 


'Why is this box of diapers so heavy?' The Ctarl-Ctarl frowned, before summoning all of her strength to yank the box down from its perch. 


It moved slightly forward, but not enough to escape from its place on the shelf. 


Aisha reached for the perplexing package once more, trying to grab it only to lose her balance and fall from her foothold on the display. As she dropped down, her hand accidentally brushed against the box, knocking it sideways. Upon landing on feet, much like a cat, she shook off her momentary disorientation from losing her footing and gazed back up at the coveted box on the tips of her toes only to see it teetering precariously on the edge of the shelf. 


Her eyes suddenly grew wide upon seeing what was emblazoned on the side of the package: a white vibrator! Crimson spread across her dark cheeks as her eyes sparkled with lust. She wanted that vibrator! 


Luckily for her, gravity finished the job and sent the vibrator falling towards the tiled floor. However, her luck didn't last long when the box landed flat on the ground, creating a very loud noise upon impact which caught their new mother's attention. 


"Yeah, I'll have to call you back. My girls just discovered the Ultra Vibe Pleasure 4000." Within seconds Ahine had put her phone away and rushed over to the girls. 


"And what have we here?" The towering Thuyorian asked, standing over both Aisha and Hilda. The former looked like she was trying not to cum while the former had an ear to ear grin on her face.


"Mommy, can we get this thing?" Aisha asked, clasping her hands together over her breasts, pleading with her eyes.


Ahine, who had been a bit taken back by the sudden sound of the package hitting the ground, was now staring at her little girl's eyes; eyes she was having a hard time saying no to…


"I- I don't know, kitten. You've already gotten a dress." Ahine replied, trying to justify not buying her the vibrator without saying the word "no."


"But It's not only for me." Aisha shot back while maintaining her cute disposition. "It's what Hilda wanted too!"


Ahine glanced back over at the Terran who was probably wetting her diaper in more ways than one. Still, it would be good if her other little girl was finally starting to show an interest in toys; she didn't want her baby to be miserable.  "Hilda, do you actually want this toy?"


Hilda looked up at the giantess, not sure what to say. 'Is this some sort of a trap or was she honestly asking if I want the vibrator?' 


Ultimately, she knew she had nothing to lose. The worst thing that could happen was she might get a spanking or something equally as juvenile, but if Ahine bought it for her then their future nights together would make up for all the babyish bullshit they would have to endure during the day.


"Umm, yeah." Hilda replied, her face burning brighter than any sun in the Heifong system as an epiphany came to her; she had to take a page out of Aisha's book. "I really want it- ugh, mommy."


Ahine's heart practically melted on the spot upon hearing her little Terran refer to her as "mommy."


"Then It's yours, sweetheart!" Ahine didn't hesitate, she pulled out her phone, scanned the box containing the vibrator and then proceeded to scan all of the packages of diapers before loading them into the cart.


Aisha and Hilda shared a knowing smile, both overjoyed to be getting the giant sex toy.


"Tonight is gonna be awesome!" Aisha cheered, pumping her fist in the air.


"Just wait until you two get home." Ahine smiled, "I got you both a little something that I think you're going to love playing with."



To Be Continued…