Littleman.34

I was in littlespace and playing at home alone, when I unexpectedly had to m3ss my diaper! I was a little nervous at first, so I grabbed my phone and microphone to share the moment together with all of you nice people ^_^ The potty is just too scary, and I didn't wanna go all alone, so I filled my Huggies underneath my pajama bottoms. I even sat down in my diaper like a good girl! It was a little stinky, so I changed my own diaper and wiped my bottom the best that I could. Daddy says I'm not very good at changing myself, but I think I'm getting the hang of it! I even tried holding my legs back like Daddy does this time, revealing all the m3ss and my princess parts. I was giggling and in littlespace, so it felt fun and silly! I had fun using my pacifier and showing you my favorite baby bottle. Thank you for joining, so this little girl didn't have to do it all by herself <3

✨ m3ssy version: scatbook.com/littleprincessbug ✨

Elliot Turner had perfected the art of effortless charm. He was the guy everyone wanted in their study group, the smooth-talking psychology major who could weave his way through any conversation with ease. Across campus, Sophie Hart had built a reputation for razor-sharp wit and unwavering independence. A journalism major with a knack for uncovering the truth, she was the kind of person who turned heads with her confident stride and quick comebacks.

When they were partnered for their Developmental Psychology project, neither expected it to be anything more than an academic collaboration. Sophie had heard plenty about Elliot—he had a reputation for being effortlessly charming, the kind of guy who could walk into a room and make people feel at ease. He was attractive, well-rounded, the type who seemed to excel at everything without even trying.

She knew of him, but she didn’t think he had any reason to know her.

Sophie prided herself on being sharp, independent, driven—but none of those qualities made her feel particularly remarkable. Not in a way that would catch the attention of someone like Elliot. She was sure he saw her the same way everyone else did—just another student, another partner for an assignment, nothing more. It wasn’t like she was hoping for anything different. Or at least, that’s what she told herself.

But late one night, surrounded by half-empty coffee cups in the Fairbrook University library, everything changed.

Sophie clicked through tabs on her laptop, eyes scanning article after article on childhood attachment theory. She had spent hours absorbing research, professional memos, personal accounts—anything that might give her a deeper understanding of their psychology project. But when her cursor hovered over a forum discussing ABDL experiences, her breath hitched.

She hadn’t read this one before. It wasn’t academic research, but something about it tugged at her curiosity, an itch she wasn’t sure she should scratch. As much as she tried to be nonchalant, her cheeks flushed slightly.

Her fingers hovered over the trackpad. Just save it, read it later, no big deal. She shifted in her chair, stealing a quick glance at Elliot beside her. He was rubbing his temples, exhaustion weighing on him as he tried to focus on his notes.

He won’t even notice.

The thought gave her a false sense of confidence as she clicked the save button. But just as she was about to move on, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye—Elliot’s posture had changed. His gaze was locked onto her screen, his expression shifting from tired to alert in an instant.

“You—wait—” Elliot blurted out, his voice quiet but unmistakably sharp.

Sophie’s heart skipped. Her fingers curled slightly against the edge of her laptop as panic flickered across her face. She could practically hear her own pulse in the silence that followed.

“What was that article?” Elliot asked, voice low. “A topic we could use?”

His tone was measured, but his eyes studied her carefully, searching for something beneath the surface of her carefully constructed expression.

The library hummed with distant whispers and the soft rustle of turning pages, but for Sophie, the world had narrowed to the space between them.

She quickly tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, buying herself time. “Really, Elliot, it was nothing we could use,” she said, her tone controlled but slightly rushed.

Elliot wasn’t convinced. His posture was relaxed, but there was something deliberate in the way he leaned in just slightly. “Let me see it.” His voice was calm, steady—too steady.

Sophie’s throat tightened. This wasn’t how she had planned for him to find out—if she ever planned for him to know at all.

Sophie’s grip tightened on the edge of her laptop as Elliot’s words settled between them.

"Let me see it."

It was an innocent request, a simple sentence delivered in his usual easygoing tone. But right now, it felt anything but simple.

Her mind raced through possible responses. She could lie, brush it off, change the subject—but the intensity of Elliot’s gaze told her that wouldn’t work. He had already seen enough to be suspicious.

Sophie exhaled sharply, forcing herself to meet his eyes. “Elliot, it’s not relevant to our project. Just drop it.”

Elliot didn’t move, didn’t blink. “Then why did you save it?”

Her pulse quickened. “Because it’s—” she hesitated, searching for the right words, “—interesting.”

Elliot tilted his head slightly, like he was assessing whether she was being honest. “Interesting enough to keep, but not talk about?”

Sophie felt herself growing frustrated—not at Elliot, but at the situation, at how exposed she suddenly felt. “Why does it matter?”

Elliot leaned forward a bit, resting his elbows on the table. “Because the way you reacted tells me it does.”

A flicker of emotion flashed across Sophie’s face—was it fear? Anxiety? He wasn’t sure, but he knew one thing: she was hiding something.

A heavy silence hung between them, thick with tension, until Sophie finally spoke, barely above a whisper. “Fine. You really wanna know?”

Elliot didn’t answer immediately, giving her space to decide for herself. After a long pause, she sighed and turned her laptop toward him. The forum page sat open, bold text displaying personal accounts and discussions about ABDL experiences.

Elliot scanned the page, his expression neutral, his mind processing. Then, slowly, Elliot leaned back in his chair, letting out a short, incredulous laugh. “Well. That changes things.”