What happens off camera cannot be banned

Abebi had gotten back, setting her purse/diaper bag down, she had sample packs of diapers for newborns going up to Abe Dell's usual size when he was biologically 26. A patch of blonde hair was all that could be seen in Abbelina's lap, she had her legs locked around Abigail's head, eyes rolled back, cooing in baby babble that she usually wouldn't be caught dead saying, since Abbelina was a "grown up".

Abe followed Aberdeen out to meet Abebi, his gait impacted by the adult diapers that was swallowing up his lower body.

"Aberdeen, make sure Abigail can breathe, I'm going to change Abe into something that won't leak." Ordered the black woman, she reached out for Abe's hand and immediately grimaced. Coated in saliva and bits of mashed food, she shook her head and took him to the bathroom.

Aberdeen plopped herself on the couch, by the harem sisters that were eating/being eaten out. She just popped her thumb in her mouth and watched. With the lack of men, playing with your harem sisters was a normal avenue of release, Abigail's predisposition to obey meant she was most likely to be that relief. And she was damn good, tongue, fingers, toys, she was an expert, and Abbelina probably had all 9 of her "owed" orgasms by this point. The red head took her free hand and pushed back the wild blonde hair that was hiding Abigail's face, her eyes fluttered open as she looked up, concentration broken, but still tongue deep in Abbelina.

"Abey god him new diapees," she said around her thumb, "Abbewina geddin coush shdiggy. An din din no weady."

Abigail nodded, but couldn't pull away, not with Abbelina practically sat cross legged on her head. Aberdeen popped her thumb out and stuck in her index finger. Nice and soggy, Aberdeen gave Abbelina a wet willy.

The Mediterranean woman yelped, arms and legs flaying to evade the intrusion. Aberdeen giggled madly as Abigail fled to the kitchen. Abbelina batted the drool coated attacker away. "Eww, dumb baby head, that's gross-" she said and froze, a spurt of pee suddenly released. She grabbed her crotch hard and raced to the bathroom bottomless, pull up sitting clean and unused on the living room rug. Aberdeen took this moment to change the TV to her favorite show, ReGrassi, a sorority drama with diapered adult women trying to find a guy to claim their sisterhood and not split their harem. While it wasn't a baby-baby show, it was just too fun to get lost in the narrative and find catharsis on their changing table bonding talks.

Abe came out in an adorable superhero pint diaper that now fit his small frame, he snuggled up the red head and sucked his thumb as he rested on her boob. As Abebi passed Aberdeen took her thumb out and pointed at the wet patch on the carpet "Abbelina did a pee pee there."

Abebi sighed, "Well Abbelina will clean it and be diapered for bed. That brat sometimes..."

Moving into the kitchen, Abebi checked in with Abigail, she was making chicken Parm, smelled good, and started mixing bottles. "So how many did Abbelina get?"

Abigail blushed, "Well after getting leg locked, I lost count after 12..."

"So she's all set for the future, I swear a naughty stool needs her name etched in it and permanently be in the corner. Listen, after dinner, why don't you and Abe go...finish up? It's all he could talk about when changing. Abbelina will be cleaning the floor and Aberdeen will be changing me before bed."

Abigail nodded and finished cooking.

Everyone gathered around the dinner table, Abbelina and Aberdeen has warm bottles sitting in their spots, Aberdeen happily suckled, Abbelina mumbled some "I'm a big girl..." Objections before poutily drinking it. Abigail had a bowl of blended mush and was wearing a bib, and Abebi was the only one eating solid food. Abe looked at his usual chair, then the bottle. It was massive in his smaller hands, it was only half filled but the adult size delightfully dwarfed him. He wandered over to Abigail.

"I'll hold it myself so you can keep eating, but can I sit up in your lap?"

"Aww, is big mister feeling extra baby?'

Abe noded, Abigail scoot her chair back and pat her lap. He got up, sitting facing her, head rested on her shoulder. He started to suckle on his warm bottle, feeling small, before feeling his back being rubbed. As so many adults now wore diapers and dressed like babies, this felt like true regression. Small and held close, safe, loved. He hadn't noticed he nodded off until he felt movement. Abigail carrying him to the bedroom.

"It was Abigail's fault, she should clean it..." Whined the immature Abbelina.

"She is in a diaper, that is your pee, and she's busy right now. You are wearing diapers to bed, and a diaper tomorrow, act like a baby, you're going to be treated like one. Go." Abebi ordered, thrusting cleaning supplies in the olive-skinned woman's arms. Her tone carried more, clean or spankings will be added. "Aberdeen, you're going to the...pagoda...help me change and we can clean the kitchen together."

"It's a pot- nevermind, could you do that one thing again though?" The red head said, following the black woman to the bathroom.

Aberdeen sat on the potty and started going, the only truly toilet trained woman in the house, and Abebi stood in front of her, facing away. The big white shell of her adult diapers filling up Aberdeen's view. She started to sit on Aberdeen's lap, but a soft grunt and hiss highlighted Abebi's intentional usage of her diaper.

"Okay weirdo, all done." Abebi teased.

Aberdeen wrapped her arms around Abebi, feeling her smooth skin and moving down to be on the diaper. Pressing on the soaked plastic. Abebi let out an unusual purr. Aberdeen knew what she was doing, Abebi didn't like being in a used diaper longer than she needed to be, but it was always good to be on a definite Dom's good graces. Aberdeen rubbed in little circles, Abebi leaning back showing her pleasure, groping her own breasts as they played. For Aberdeen, it was always fun getting the people with toilet aphasia to almost be on it, but helplessly filling their diaper anyway, sure she enjoyed being babied, but getting Abebi out of adult space while on a toilet that she understood and could use without fail was a nice exchange of power.

Whether pleasing themselves, or cleaning a floor, everyone heard the crying scream. Not bothering to change, Abebi rushed out in her messy diaper, followed by a bottomless Aberdeen, then Abbelina.

On the bed everyone shared, a bed liner was slick with fluids. Abigail had her head bent back, in throes of passion. Her legs spread wide, and stomach distended. These weren't exactly screams of pain, but of pleasure, confusion, something animalistic. A head of fuzzy hair was being swallowed by her dilated vulva. Sheets ruffled in tight fists as Abigail did her best to breath as she convulsed.

The harem was witnessing the tail end of an unbirthing.