Chapter 1
“Are you looking forward to playing
with your friends, sweetie?”
Melony scowled at her boyfriend
as they walked up the driveway. “Don’t say it in such a patronising way, Peter!”
she snapped, tossing back her long black hair. “How many times do I have to
tell you not to talk to me like a child?”
“Sorry, Mel,” said Peter, taking
her hand and giving it a squeeze. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, baby. I
know you’re very sensitive about that sort of thing.”
Melony pressed her lips together.
Even his apologies were infantilising! Mostly she liked having Peter as her
boyfriend; he was tall and handsome, and decent enough in bed, but he could be
infuriatingly condescending at times – even though they were the same age, he
sometimes treated her more like a toddler than the twenty-four-year-old woman
she actually was. But now wasn’t the time for an argument. She’d save her
scoldings for when they got home.
Peter knocked on the front door,
and a few moments later it swung open to reveal a smiling, sandy-haired young
man. “About time, you two!” George said cheerfully, standing back to let them
over the threshold. “Happy Easter! Come on in. Hazel and Oliver are already
here.” He shook hands with Peter as he passed and, to Melony’s annoyance,
placed his hand on her back to move her along down the corridor, as though she
couldn’t do it by herself. “Hazel’s just upstairs with Oliver, being changed
into something more comfortable,” he said, “and Jackie’s playing out in the
garden.”
Melony clenched her teeth. There
was that word again. Playing. Anyone could be forgiven for thinking he
was talking about a trio of three-year-olds, and not three grown women in their
mid-twenties. And there was something about his smile that Melony didn’t like.
But then George often looked like he was laughing at some private joke. It was maddening!
She didn’t know how Jackie could stand it.
They were led into the bright
kitchen at the back of the house. Double doors opened out onto a wooden
decking, and beyond that a large green lawn with patches of brightly coloured Spring
flowers. But before Melony could head out into the sun, she heard running
footsteps on the landing above them, and then the unmistakable sound of someone
rushing down the stairs as fast as they could.
“Hazel!” she heard a man call.
She recognised Oliver’s voice. There were more hurried footfalls above them. “Wait
for Daddy, silly girl!”
A moment later, a young brunette
woman ran, or rather toddled, through the hallway to join them in the kitchen. “Mewwie!”
she squealed, coming to a stop in front of them.
“Hazel?!” Melony gasped. Her normally
shy, reserved friend was standing in front of her wearing a pair of trainers on
her feet, a set of bunny ears on her head, and absolutely nothing in between.
Her bare pussy and perky breasts were on full display, though it didn’t seem to
bother her one bit. There was a vacant, innocent look in her green-brown eyes,
and she was grinning broadly.
“Hazel, what are you doing?!”
Melony asked, blushing scarlet with second-hand embarrassment. “Why are you
dressed like that?!”
Oliver chuckled as he entered the
kitchen behind his girlfriend. “I’m not sure I’d call her dressed at all,
Mellie,” he said, winking at her. “My little lady was more comfortable in her
birthday suit, but I insisted on shoes.” He patted his girlfriend’s bare
bottom. “And of course, she absolutely refused to go without her pretty bunny
ears.” He kissed Hazel on the cheek. “Didn’t you, baby girl?” he cooed. “You
wanted to be Daddy’s nakie little bunny rabbit!”
Hazel giggled delightedly. “Nakie
bunny!” she echoed, bouncing on the spot and making her boobs jiggle about.
“But she has to tell Daddy when
she needs her potty,” Oliver said, “because we don’t want to leave any puddles
on George’s floor, do we, baby?”
Hazel nodded seriously at her
boyfriend. “Tell Daddy,” she agreed. “Don’t need puw-ups!”
“Not during the day at least,”
said Oliver, bending down to give his girlfriend another kiss, this time on the
forehead. “You’re Daddy’s big girl, aren’t you?”
“What the fuck is going on
here?!” Melony demanded in a shrill voice. She realised she was breathing very
fast. A part of her was sure this had to be some bizarre joke, but the blank
look in Hazel’s eyes was telling her otherwise. She looked around at Peter and
George, but neither of the boys seemed to think there was anything wrong with
the situation. In fact, George looked like he was trying to hold back laughter
as he took in the sight of Hazel standing nearly nude in front of him,
prattling like a toddler. Peter was looking at her, however. There was a
smirk playing around his lips, and an almost hungry look in his eyes.
Melony suddenly remembered that
George had said Jackie was out in the garden, and she rushed to the back doors.
Her heart dropped into her stomach when she reached them. Jackie was indeed playing
in the garden. She was prancing about awkwardly like the littlest of toddlers,
giggling and trying to catch butterflies. She wasn’t naked like Hazel, but
Melony almost wished she was. She wore a pale pink dress, all frills and lace,
and so short that it did nothing whatsoever to hide the enormously thick nappy she
wore beneath. Even as Melony watched, Jackie bent over to peer at something in
the grass, and her diapered bottom was thrust high into the air. The padding
was sagging and discoloured. She’d clearly wet herself. A moment later, she straightened
up and turned around, smiling even more vacantly than Hazel. Her blonde hair had
been tied into a pair of pigtails, and she too wore a set of bunny ears.
Melony felt sick to her stomach.
Something was very, very wrong here. Hazel and Jackie needed the
hospital, or a psychologist, or something! They couldn’t be allowed to
just walk around humiliating themselves like this! They needed help! Before she
could get over her shock, however, Peter had walked up behind her and slipped a
pair of fluffy bunny ears onto her head.
“What? What are you…?” Melony
spun around, confused and angry, to see her boyfriend grinning at her. She
lifted her hands to her head, feeling the soft ears, ready to rip them off, but
by then it was already too late to stop the warm, fuzzy contentment spreading through
her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes…
