Manifest Destiny

"Look at that - all dry." Brand smiled warmly at Vanessa, proudly showing her the slightly gooey, but pee-free inside of her diaper.

"Do you want me to tell Mommy that your diaper was dry all the way home?"

"I..." Vanessa swallowed. To tell Cheryl, announce to her, like a toddler, that Vanessa hadn't peed herself...

Vanessa touched the front of her skirt, feeling somehow strange without the secure bulk there. Going from the excessive physical presence and support of her overlarge diaper to being bare, unsecure, to having nothing to c-catch her pee, was oddly unnerving. "Y-yes. Thank you." Vanessa fumbled.

Brand waited.

Oh.

"D-Daddy."

Brand smiled and patted Nessie's bottom. Her unpadded, unprotected, tender bottom.

'Daddy'.

Vanessa was at home again.

"Aiee!" Nessie squealed and felt her knees shake and her thighs squeeze defensively, and trap greedily, as Brand, Daddy, reached under her tiny skirt and gently stroked the cleft between her legs.

Outside the house, thunder rolled out of the clouds.

Casually playing with Nessie's cunt, p-pulling and petting her, he grunted in annoyance. "I told Uncle Carter that it was going to storm, but I guess he never got to building you a house before heading off."

A-a 'house'. Outside, to protect her from the storm. A dog house, for a yard nigger.

Vanessa whimpered, and shook on Brand's hand.

"Do you need to visit your spot outside? A pee or poop before it starts raining too hard?"

F-fuck. Nessie spread her thighs and sank her hips hard. "N-no. No, Daddy, I'm all..." Vanessa's hands fluttered, floundered, gesturing vaguely to her privates.

"You're sure? Any accidents..." Brand took his hand away, making Nessie stumble from the sudden loss of support.

Hands clenching, bunching her skirt, Vanessa looked up with big, earnest eyes. "Really. I - I don't. I'm still all clean back there from the hose this morning a-and, um, I... I p-peed. At work. In the afternoon."

Brand looked skeptical.

"Um, in the bathroom."

"In the toilet, I mean." Vanessa clarified, not sure of how else to explain that she had truly, already pottied. It... it wasn't helping her image, she knew, that her hands were grasping and twisting her skirt, or that her feet had begun shifting in discomfort under Brand's steady gaze. "Um, Daddy."

"Hmm..." Slowly, Brand nodded, and patted Nessie's hip with a small, doubtful smile. He turned, long legs moving.

"Come here, Vanessa." Nessie's butthole clenched in anticipation as Brand reached the coffee table. She had been stealing glances at... at it since she had come through the door.

Brand grabbed a small bottle of lubrication to go with the tail in his hand. "You're at home, now, Nessie. You can get yourself out of those tight clothes."

'You can'. Like... like it was a privilege, to walk around naked. Tailed. A brown-skinned, bare-snatched animal.

But - her clothes were tight. God... help her.

"I think this is a good thing, Vanessa."

Conscious of Brand's eyes, Nessie struggled her way into nudity, and following a silent prompt, put herself ass-up across Brand's lap.

"Having a little quiet time, I mean." Vanessa searched out a couch pillow, and buried her face while Brand continued. "A little chance to talk - just you and me, with all the changes going on." Firm fingers, a hard palm ran down the length of Nessie's tender butt.

Talk... Vanessa nodded into her pillow.

Her cheeks got spread wide.

"Things are getting easier for you, Sweetie. I dont know if you feel that yet," Vanessa's tummy tensed as wet... as Brand's finger, topped with lubrication, probed at her little hole. "But you have your own space at home, now. A place to roam and play, your own spot to pee and poop."

"A place where you can be a nigger."

The rolls of distant thunder outside were nearly constant. But Nessie... to her ears, one seemed to punctuate Brand.

"That's good for you," Brand stated matter-of-factly. "You like coming home to your tail," Vanessa gasped softly, kicked slightly as cool, smooth metal probed her tight, wrinkled button. "You like things simple. Playing, sniffing, wagging..."

Not like... Nessie bit at the pillow with her teeth. She...

"Cumming..."

Oh!

The tail was taken away. It stopped stretching. Was Nessie b-being punished? She...

"Y-yes, Daddy," Nessie whispered, and - and thrust her butt a little higher.

"Uh-NNn!" Nessie's claws grabbed the pillow under her head.

Without further probing, Brand smoothly pressed, screwed, and slid the bulb of her tail right into her grasping little butthole.

"I think work is going to get easier for you, too. You're diapered there, so while you don't have a whole backyard to tramp around in, you can be safer about your accidents. Your secretary knows what you are... the girls and your coworkers - everyone is adjusting, just like you. You're making a wonderful reputation as the office slut."

Oh, fuck.

"The diapered, bimbo office nigger."

Oh... god! Nessie humped on Brand's lap, his hard thing poked...

"It suits you, Nessie. Nobody is expecting anything else. Any more than you're capable of. Not even holding your pee."

A tear rolled its way down Nessie's cheek. A tear, and something more. It was a sob she couldn't hold in any longer, and some need to relate to Brand's words, to confess...

"I helped Jenny. In her office," Vanessa blurted. She hadn't been able to get it out of her head, and Brand reignited...

"Daddy, I ate her pussy. She - she made me k-kiss and lick..."

She had 'helped' Jenny with sorting and organizing the supply closet for about two minutes before being **** on her knees. Getting her face humped. Then she was simply... simply locked in the supply closet - only bothered again to be searched before leaving in case she 'stole' some pens.

Niggers sometimes like to steal little things. Trinkets, she'd been bruskly informed.

"That's perfect." Brand's warm, unsurprised voice drifted over Nessie's pain. Normalizing her hurt. "See? Everything is going to be fine for you." Brand rotated Nessie's tail, in her butt.

"Its all getting better. You're doing so well."

The fact that it did feel better, made Vanessa feel worse. She... she had to stop thinking, or go crazy. If it felt better, she...

For a moment, a long moment, a quiet moment of raindrops and rumbles and little else, Brand simply stroked Nessie's tail - pulling lightly on her tough little ring as he went... pushing when he returned to the base. Masturbating her asshole. Soothing her. Relaxing, with Nessie across his lap.

Brand finally, gently broke away.

"Nessie... I'm going to make some calls out back. Why don't you bring your clothes upstairs and go pick out a pair of Elly's shoes." Vanessa raised her head and looked back at Brand, her tummy jumping. "Any pair you like. I'll talk to Mommy about them, about you bringing them in to work. Would you like that?"

Vanessa couldn't... her shame wouldn't allow her to say 'Yes'. But a thrilled feeling...

She was sick. A sick nigger.

"O-okay, Daddy," Nessie accepted her boost off the couch, onto her knees, and in an impulsive moment, her suppressed excitment manifested with her instinctively kissing Daddy's hard thing through his pants.

A sick nigger slut.

Blushing, hating herself, embarrassed beyond belief, Nessie grabbed her clothes off the floor, her used diaper, and scampered off. Not looking back, not wanting to see Brand's expression. Almost forgetting what she was doing, where she was going, the fluffy-tailed black woman closed in on her daughter's cracked-open door.

E-Elly...

Dropping her clothes in Elaine's laundry hamper, Vanessa wrinkled her nose briefly at Mister Fluffy, soiled by use, before slowly, reverently... and trepedatiously, full of forbidden feeling and intent...

On her own, with no guiding hand or voice, Nessie opened her daughter's closet.

What should have been a familiar and ordinary sight was anything but. Inside Elly's closet was an endless bounty of soft, female things. Young things, girly things, mostly outgrown by her college-age daughter - made more heady, more enticing rather than less by the shame crawling through her nerves - centering on the nerve-filled bundle between her legs. Elly only had so much room at her dorm, and her closet at home was storage for so... so many... so many memories, so many old things that Elly had promised her she'd sort though, that Vanessa had promised herself she'd donate or get rid of.

But... shoes. Focus, Nessie. Shoes for...

Nessie knelt, first. She knelt, and then all alone, on her own, she slowly put herself on all fours, to better... to better feel, and to better sniff.

It was... just better. Shoes. Vanessa's eyes went first to the most feminine pairs of shoes, the dressy ones. They had their own little space, a small rack. Under cover of the pitter-patter of rain, Vanessa self-consciously picked up a white, heeled, cloth dress shoe. They were different from some of the others. Interesting. A sheer-fabric, fluffy sequined flower topped the base of each of their scooped openings - and when b-brushed over Nessie's lips... they had a light, tickly texture.

Vanessa tried them. She liked them. She did. They were pretty, and different, a-and very... very femine. But...

Vanessa didn't really recall Elly wearing them. And with a little exploratory sniff, she...

Back at her office, at work, even though Cheryl's heels were classier than Hannah's, better made, and, well, -Cheryl's, Hannah's...

H-Hannah's had... had their own appeal. The younger girl hadn't worn nylon footies like Cheryl, and - and something wired in the sick, growing, sick part of Nessie's brain had found that... they had a little more, for her, to sniff. A little different scent. And whether it had really been there, or had been in her head or her... her other parts influencing her perception, Nessie...

Distant thunder rolled overhead. Nessie shuddered a bit, and carefully placed the dress shoes back. She crawled deeper. Soft, hanging clothing above her parted, and brushed her naked back. With her ass and tail and pussy poking out of her closet-shelter and soft shadows falling over her face, Vanessa delved to the back row of shoes, to the back corner.

In the dim light Nessie swallowed. Plasticy-soft silver-gray. Neon green highlights. Smudged and used.

A pair of old tennies.

On all fours, with her dangling brown jugs and her thick nipples brushing against the soft ridges of her daughter's footwear, Vanessa stared down at her goal, her prize. She saw... touched... pried open the mouth of the most raggedy, most worn pair of sporty shoes in Elly's closet.

They weren't at all like the dressy, female things she had tried. But... slowly lowering her face to the open hole, Nessie opened up her nostrils.

Just... a-an exploratory...

S-sff

Oh...

Sssssff...

Nessie closed her eyes. Slowly sank down and curled up among her treasures. She opened up the tongue of ger daughter's shoe, and sniffed deep. Deeper. She didn't just sniff a scent. It was memory and nostalgia and... Elly. Elly had been home when the shoe Nessie had her nose in mattered. Nessie felt it in her heart, the feeling of Elly - home and young, and...

How long had it been since that version of Elaine had walked around her home? Since Vanessa had last smelled that particular odor, those particular particles of teenage perfume...

Thunder. Thunder rumbled, startling the closet-dwelling negress.

O-oh. Nessie slowly opened her mouth. She took the shoe from her lips and teeth, and got up from her lumpy bed. Shuddering and shivering -

God!

Nessie's spine physically shivered, and mentally purged. She would find a different - another shoe. A different shoe. She needed a replacement, something else to cover up what she had smelled and felt. She pawed, looking for another shoe. A nice one. Girly and less used and s-safer. One she liked enough to get rid of - the scent lingered. The scent of perfume and youth and playing and -

Fuck! She couldn't let it go! It was like Vanessa could hear Elly's voice in the house, calling for her over the rumbles of thunder, through the rap-tapping of hard rain.

"Mom?"

Vanessa's slammed her funny bone right into her daughter's folding closet door.

[End book 1]