Kylee has a dream.

Exhausted from the workout, sex, and stress of the day, Michael and Kylee fell asleep cuddling each other on the bed. Michael is completely naked while Kylee is still wearing her pull up that has seen better days.

While sleeping, Kylee dreams about being half of her current height--although a quick visual inspection show she still has the fully developed body of a woman--and being carried into the gym by Michael. She wiggles in his arms and feels a suspicious damp thickness between her legs. At the wiggle, Michael reaches over with his free hand and gives Kylee's belly a little tickle. She giggles, which makes her realize she is sucking on something. It feels rubbery and almost fills her mouth, but sucking on it feels good. It's a pacifier.

Michael walks in the gym door, continuing to carry the shrunken Kylee. He is quickly approached by Emily.

"Baby! You were able to make it in! How wonderful!" Emily looks ecstatic to greet Michael as he approaches her. When they reach each other, Emily reaches up and pulls Michael's face in for a long, passionate kiss. Kylee finds herself surprisingly incredibly turned on by the sight as well as surprisingly jealous.

Dream Kylee ha-rumphs behind her pacifier, upset at being ignored.

At the sound, Emily stops kissing Michael and looks over at Kylee. "Oh, stinker, don't think I would forget about you!" Emily said teasingly. Michael lowered Kylee low enough in his arms to allow Emily to give Kylee a non-sexual peck on the cheek. Kylee's face flushed with excitement anyway.

"Oh, I see someone is excited to spend some time with Ms. Julie while Daddy is working out!" Emily said with a condescending tone that is only reserved for small children and dogs. "I know she is very excited to see you!"

Kylee couldn't help but smile at the tone, despite feeling something was very wrong. Why was she okay being treated this way by a woman she didn't know? Why was she okay watching her make out with her husband? And why was she okay wearing a diaper and sucking a pacifier?

Before Kylee could consider those questions, Emily's voice broke her train of thought.

"Sweetie, if you just want to head into class, I can take Kylee and get her checked in downstairs?" Emily offered.

"That would be wonderful. You are the best!" Michael said, giving Emily another peck on the lips.

Kylee both felt like she wanted to scream at her husband for touching another woman while also feeling strangely aroused at being so ignored and talked-down to. Once again, before Kylee could process her feelings, she was interrupted by the dream.

Michael set Kylee on her feet on the floor, bent down on one knee, and looked her sternly in the eye. "I am going to send you down to spend time with Ms. Julie with Emily. I need you to be a good girl and do everything they say. If you don't, there will be consequences."

Involuntarily, Kylee rubbed her diapered behind at the use of the word, 'consequences.' Kylee squeaked out a response from behind her pacifier, "Otay, Daddy."

Emily reached out and grabbed Kylee's hand, leading her to the staircase to the basement where Ms. Julie's daycare was located. Kylee waddled next to Julie as quickly as she could, but found herself struggling to keep up due to her short legs, waddling gait, and lack of fitness compared to the Greek Goddess that was Emily.

"Do you want me to carry you?" Emily asked as they got to the stairs.

"Uh huh," Kylee responded.

Emily easily picked up Kylee and placed Kylee on her hip. Kylee, seeing an opportunity, laid her head on Emily's voluptuous breasts. They felt wonderful.

As Emily carried Kylee downstairs, Kylee found the physical contact with Emily, the bouncing motion of Emily's steps, and her confused feelings about this entire situation we're making her aroused. Involuntarily, Kylee started grinding her diapered crotch into Emily's side.

"Oh, baby LIKES being carried," Emily said, laughing. Kylee blushed.

"It's okay, sweetie, I don't mind," Emily said as Kylee continued to lightly hump Emily's side.

"You know Kylee, you Daddy and I were talking the other day, and we were thinking," Emily said hesitantly, "we have been dating for quite a while and maybe it's time to make it official. How would you like it if I was your Mommy?"

Kylee couldn't process the words. What was happening? Why was a woman she just met asking to be her mom? Why was she humping a wet diaper into her side.

Once again, the dream stopped Kylee from thinking too hard about these questions. Emily opened the door to the daycare and set Kylee down.

"We're here!" Emily announced.

Ms. Julie, who now looked even larger now that Kylee was barely two feet tall in her dream, bounded up to Kylee and Emily quickly.

"Oh, Emily! Are you dropping Kylee off for a little bit? Michael and you must be going to work out? Is there anything I need to know?" Julie asked quickly.

"Yes, we're about to work out. Michael is already warming up. The only thing you need to know is that little Kylee is feeling a little randy this morning. So, if she goes twosies in her diadees, maybe give her a little time with the princess wand? It should relax her a bit." Emily said.

**What the fuck did that bitch just say?** Kylee thought to herself in her dream.

"Sounds like a good plan," Julie said with a wink as Emily bent down and kissed Kylee on the forehead.

"Be a good girl," Emily directed Kylee as she stood back up and walked through the door. Kylee watched as Emily walked away, admiring Emily's ass and subconsciously reaching down to rub the front of her diaper.

Before she could start pleasing herself though, Ms. Julie intervened. "Ah, ah, ah, you know your Daddy's rules. No cumming unless you're in a poopy diaper!"

**What?!?** Kylee thought. But, Kylee's dream body just nodded it's head up and down and looked abashed.

"Me fix dat now," dream Kylee said.

In her mind, Kylee started screaming. **No, no, no... Not this... I can't do this...** Kylee screamed at herself in her head. But, in her dream, Kylee couldn't get control of her own body. Kylee was merely a passenger in her own mind as she felt herself squat down, grunt, ball her fists, and start pushing. She felt the poop slide out of her butt and squish up against her skin as she filled her diaper in front of Ms. Julie, all because she wanted to orgasm.

With a start, Kylee suddenly woke up to Michael shaking her. Kylee pulled her thumb out of her mouth.

"Baby, are you alright?" Michael asked as Kylee woke from her dream.