COMPLETE -- The Babyfication of King Arthur's Knights!
Born too soon live 2 long
COMPLETE -- The Babyfication of King Arthur's Knights!
When people talk about the Olden Days, they always talk about the Flower of Chivalry. And they talk about King Arthur like his panties had nothing but the Flower of Chivalry printed on them!
But what does the Flower of Chivalry mean? Well, it means that knights are brave and that they fight a whole lot! So you can see that King Arthur had some busy panties.
This is because King Arthur was the leader of the Knights of the Round Table. Well, the Knights of the Round Table all had lots of adventures. But their biggest adventure of all was going in quest of the Holy Grail. But Monty Python has told that story well enough. So let me tell you another.
When all the knights got back from the Holy Grail, they came to King Arthur's castle for a little while.
Now King Arthur had dear friend named Merlin. Merlin was the greatest wizard in all the world. He was old, and he had a long, grey beard. And he had lived for a long time. He found Arthur when Arthur was just a wee, little boy. And he helped Arthur become King.
So Merlin came to King Arthur's castle. He brought a young girl with him. Her name was Vivian. She was just eighteen years old. She was very beautiful, with long, black hair, pale skin, and deep, black eyes.
Vivian was actually the Lady of the Lake. The Lady of the Lake is also very famous. Because she gave King Arthur the sword called Excalibur! It's a very beautiful sword.
But Vivian disguised herself from Merlin. Vivian was a lake fairy. But she wanted to be wizard, too, like Merlin. So she decided that she would learn magical powers from Merlin.
The only problem was that Merlin was starting to fall in love with Vivian! An old man? Fall in love with an eighteen year old girl? Yee-uck!, thought Vivian to herself. So any time Merlin would try to make advances at her, she would brush them off, and tell Merlin, "Behave yourself, you dirty old man!"
Well, now we have Merlin and Vivian feasting and celebrating with the Knights of the Round Table! And what a party those guys can throw! They celebrated in a big hall, with lots of tables, all just crammed full of food and drink. There was music that was so cheerful you just had to dance!
Merlin would try to dance with Vivian. But she would tell him, "No way! I don't want all these handsome knights to see me dancing with an old man like you!"
Then the brave knight Sir Pelleas came up to Vivian and said, "May I have this dance, fair lady?"
And of course, Vivian said, "Why yes!"
What a rip-off, Merlin thought!
Well, Merlin could see the glimmer in their eyes as they danced. Boy, they were two love birds for sure, weren't they? How could Vivian and Sir Pelleas hit it off just like that?
Merlin saw King Arthur and Queen Guenivere sitting on their beautiful, golden thrones. King Arthur seemed to be asking Queen Guenivere to dance. But she shook her head.
Well, Merlin knew why that was! He smirked to himself. Poor King Arthur. Little does he know -- or little does he admit! -- how much Queen Guenivere loves Sir Launcelot. And Sir Launcelot, the bravest knight in all the land, loved Queen Guenivere. But Sir Launcelot was nowhere to be found today. And that seemed to be making Queen Guenivere very sad.
Good! Merlin thought. At least I'm not the only sad one at this party. But then Merlin watched Queen Guenivere motion to Sir Pelleas. Sir Pelleas approached the throne -- hand in hand with Vivian! Pelleas and Vivian both bowed to the King and Queen.
Queen Guenivere spoke for a moment to King Arthur. Then Arthur spoke with Pelleas. Arthur drew Pelleas aside. Queen Guenivere was now alone with Vivian. Guenivere stood up cheerfully and took Vivian's hands in hers. Guenivere danced Vivian into the crowd of happy revelers and began dancing with her.
The two ladies danced together so energetically and cheerfully that the crowd moved back a bit just to watch the two of them! It was obvious that Vivian was enjoying herself very much with Queen Guenivere. Her face was flushed with delight!
Well!, thought Merlin to himself. Vivian can enjoy herself with everybody but me, huh? Fine. I don't care. He glumly walked away from the crowd, to one of the massive rugs hanging on the gigantic stone walls of the castle. This one showed the hunting of a unicorn.
Merlin thought, Boy, one glance at Vivian, and Queen Guenivere's sadness over Sir Lancelot simply vanished! Hm... I wonder where Sir Lancelot is, anyway.
Merlin closed his eyes. He could see into the past, present, and future, just about anywhere in the world. He saw Lancelot hiding away in a castle. Lancelot was in love with Queen Guenivere. But he knew that his love for Queen Guenivere could never be satisfied. After all, Guenivere was married to Arthur, the most powerful man all of Britain!
Merlin thought, Yeah, I'm a lot like Lancelot. I'm brave, strong, young, handsome, and quite lovelorn. Oh, well, poor us, right Lancelot? Us two bums, misunderstood in the world. But what are you going to do?
But now Merlin had let his mind wander a bit too much on Lancelot. His vision drifted into the future. He saw something he didn't want to see. It was a beautiful, shining, golden flower! And it was on a stem of pure emerald! It was the Flower of Chivalry!
But suddenly a sword cut the Flower of Chivalry right off of its emerald stem!
There was a lot of blood on the ground all of the sudden. And he could hear Queen Guenivere and Sir Lancelot telling each other goodbye for the last time.
Merlin opened his eyes again to see the large tapestry. The music from the celebration slowly drifted back to his ears. Merlin thought to himself, This is worse than anything I've seen yet for the Knights of the Round Table. What's going to happen?
Merlin sighed deeply. He thought, Oh, I don't want to see what will happen. I'm tired of all this fighting and bloodshed. I wish, for once, I could just see peace.
The two pretty ladies stopped dancing. Queen Guenivere threw her arms around Vivian's neck in a fit of ecstasy! Vivian felt Guenivere's warm, thin, soft body pressing against hers. Oh, it felt just as luxurious as anything in this grand castle!
The other dancers were even more inspired to dance after seeing Guenivere and Vivian. They all piled out onto the floor and danced wildly with each other. It was clear that the wine was clearly setting in. It was like Guenivere and Vivian were no longer even there. Guenivere and Vivian got bumped at few times from all different people.
But still Guenivere was holding onto Vivian. Guenivere said, "Oh, Vivvy, I just don't want to let you go! I want to hold you in my arms forever!"
Vivian thought, Where's Pelleas? I really fancy him, and I'd like to dance with him.
Guenivere suddenly kissed Vivian quickly on the mouth. Guenivere's lips were so soft, and her breath was so sweet! Vivian swooned with delight, and she almost even forgot about Sir Pelleas.
She'd certainly forgotten about Merlin.
But now why would I need to think of Merlin at this moment? She thought. I'm here having a good time, and that old foagie comes creeping back into my mind...
But Vivian had found herself suddenly stiffening, pushing herself out of Guenivere's passionate grip. She also hear herself saying, "The dance was quite enjoyable, my Queen. I thank you deeply for it. But I must find my teacher, Merlin. I feel he --"
Guenivere laughed heartily and grabbed Vivian around the waist, low down, almost touching Vivian's firm, round bottom. She pulled Vivian to her tightly, so that the two girls were touching each other closely below the waist. Guenivere said, "Loosen up, Sweetie! This is a party! You don't need to talk to your teacher all the time!"
Vivian said, "But Sir Pelleas?"
Guenivere said, "Oh, Sir Pelleas is having a conference with Arthur and some of the other, more serious knights. Look. If you're so serious, why don't you come have a conference with me?"
Vivian said, "About what? The future of Britain?"
Guenivere said, "Sure! But let's confer in my private bedroom."
Vivian was quickly led through the wild mass of drunken revellers. Guenivere had Vivian by the hand and was pulling her through the stone corridors as quickly, maybe even more quickly, than Vivian could run! Guenivere said, "Quick, quick, Honey! I can't wait much longer! I need you so bad!"
Guenivere stopped at a door. She pulled a big, iron key out of a velvet purse and slammed it into the door.
Vivian said, "You need to confer with me so bad?"
Guenivere twisted the lock open. She said, "Whatever. Sure. I'm so hot and wet -- I mean, hot and wet to confer with you."
Guenivere shoved the door open and pushed Vivian inside. She then worked on shutting and locking the door.
Vivian had only a second to look at the glamorous room, decorated with all kinds of beautiful silks and tapestries. There were beautiful chests and vanities made only of gold and silver, it seemed! And the bed--!
But Vivian was suddenly flung forcefully on the bed. The jolt from the blow was immediately met by the soft, welcoming fluffiness of the bed. Vivian had such a strange mixture of worry and delight! The bed felt so good, she just wanted to snuggle up with someone and fall asleep right now! But the worry--
Guenivere had flipped Vivian onto her back and flopped her delicious body right on top of her. Guenivere kissed Vivian slowly and softly. Her tongue went into Vivian's panting mouth. Guenivere's tongue was so sweet!
But Vivian felt wrong about all of this. She thought of Pelleas again, how beautiful and strong he was. She hadn't had barely a chance to talk to him! Sure, Guenivere was sexy as heck. But did she really want Guenivere? Did Guenivere really want her? And what about Merlin? She felt that Merlin had been trying --
Vivian sat up forcefully. "Stop!" She cried.
Guenivere had been knocked off of Vivian. She sat up on the luxurious bed. "Oh, so you do play a little rough, don't you? I like it..." Guenivere grinned like a tiger and pounced on Vivian again, this time ripping off her dress top! Vivian's breasts sprung out in all their fullness and roundness!
Vivian felt a rush of desire again. She felt very warm and soft between her legs. But she sat up again. She suddenly had an insight. She said, "Sir Lancelot! You're angry at him!"
Guenivere backed off, as if she had been slapped. Her face turned deep red and her brow furrowed deeply. She said, "How dare you address a Queen in such a brazen way!" She seemed just about to attack Vivian physically.
But Vivian's insight continued, "You wonder why he didn't come to see you, why he didn't come to the castle tonight, like all the other knights did! You know, deep down, that he's trying to atone for the romance you've had. He's trying to set things right.
"But you still want him. Just like he still wants you. And so you're mad that he didn't come here tonight to be with you, aren't you?"
Guenivere's anger had turned to slight sorrow. She sat on the bed beside Vivian and said, "Oh, wizards. Does your gift of sight bore you as much as it bores me? What bores me even more, though, is Sir Lancelot's sense of propriety. We love each other. That's just the way fate is.
"Well, I'll tell you this, too. Sir Lancelot and King Arthur have loved each other as well. Nobody talks about that, do they? But if anybody gets the slightest hint of anything going on between me and Sir Lancelot, they're ready to burn me at the stake -- literally!
"It's what happens when you're a beautiful woman and a Queen, Viv. Men are like wolves. They're hungry for females. When they can't get at one, they gossip about her and hold her up to some stupid standard of purity -- that they definitely don't hold themselves to.
"Well, Sir Lancelot has one foot in the world of loving me and one foot in the world of upholding this fake ideal of my purity. And I'm sick of it. I'm sick of men altogether. So, what say, Vivvy? Let's tell men to kiss off. And let me kiss you off."
Vivian would have played with Guenivere all night long. She was still quite ready for it! But she didn't feel like being a charity lay, even for the queen. And she didn't feel like being somebody's rebound. Besides, it definitely felt like her teacher, Merlin, was trying to --
Guenivere pounced on Vivian again. She kissed Vivian again, while at the same time tearing off her own dress. She embraced Vivian softly. The two ladies' hard nipples were rubbing together, creating such a tingle of pleasure in Vivian! She groaned in happiness. But she yelled, "No!"
There was a sound like thunder, and Guenivere was thrown against the wall. Vivian was standing, floating, actually, about six inches above the floor in front of the bed. Guenivere looked up at Vivian in extreme anger and fear.
Suddenly there was a loud knocking on the door and Merlin's voice saying, "Vivian! Vivian! Are you fooling around in there?"
Guenivere cried out, "Guards! Get in here now!"
Maybe I've come to depend on Vivian too much, Merlin thought. She is only my student. I'm her teacher. Why do I suddenly feel the need to share my vision with her?
But Merlin did feel the need. But now he couldn't find Vivian. He elbowed his way through the crowd of dancers, crying, "Vivian! Vivian, where are you?"
The crowd of dancers seemed largely oblivious of all the others, including Merlin. But one of the revellers, the great knight named Sir Gareth, said, "I think I saw her go off with Queen Guenivere, O Merlin! Looks like King Arthur is about to be twice cuckolded. Once by his best knight and once by his best wizards girl pupil! Ha ha ha!"
Why, that little sneak!, Merlin thought, not quite sure if he meant Queen Guenivere or Vivian. He rushed out the other side of the crowd. He closed his eyes and dimmed his ears from the piping music. Suddenly he saw the Queen and her new love toy in the Queen's "secret" chamber. The Queen had her tongue halfway down Vivian's throat. And Vivian was loving every inch of it.
Oh! Well, that's just perfect!, Merlin thought indignantly. Right when I need her for matters of state! He rushed through the stone corridors, to the heavy door of Queen Guenivere's love nest.
He was about to open the door. He knew it was locked. But he'd been unlocking locked doors with his magic since he was a little -- well, young child. He'd never gotten much of a chance to be a baby.
But he didn't want to just barge in on Vivian and Guenivere. He didn't want to rush in on the sight of them straddling each other, naked, in the throes of ecstasy, or inverted and nestled against each other, one's face passionately buried in the other's wet crotch. It might have been a lovely sight. But it would have been too much pain for his love-stricken heart.
So he simply pounded his magical staff on the door and cried out, "Vivian! Vivian! Are you fooling around in there?"
He didn't have time to be flabbergasted by the silliness of his own words. He heard Queen Guenivere call out, "Guards! Get in here now!"
Merlin knew that on the other side of the room from this door there was another door. Guards hired to protect Queen Guenivere, pledged in loyalty to her, above their loyalty to the King, sat constantly on the other side of that door, ready to protect the Queen any time she came into danger in this particular room.
Merlin opened his door and entered the room before the Guards could get at Vivian. He was surprised to see Vivian standing, floating, above the ground. He was equally surprised to see Guenivere standing up, but not from the bed.
Merlin saw Vivian's bare breasts and started drooling. He thought, Oh, I want to taste those so badly! Vivian saw where Merlin was staring. She covered up her breasts quickly and shouted, "Look away! You dirty, old man!"
Merlin didn't have time to blush. The guards burst in the door. Just as quickly, Merlin put them all to sleep. Vivian had magically sewn up her garment and landed her feet back down on the ground. The Queen was holding up the dress-top that she'd torn off her own chest in passion.
Before Merlin could ask any questions of the amorous females, King Arthur and a retinue of guards clanged in through the doorway. The guards were all fully armed. King Arthur was still garbed in his royal celebration attire. Beside King Arthur stood Sir Pelleas. Vivian noticed that Pelleas' hair was a bit ruffled, as if he had been laying down somewhere...
Arthur demanded, "What's the meaning of this, Merlin?"
Vivian instinctively ran to Sir Pelleas. She hugged him urgently. She noticed he was warm and hard below the waist. She wondered why.
Pelleas seemed a little hesistant in hugging her at first. But then she felt his strong arms grasp her surely. She rested her head innocently against his broad, warm chest.
Merlin would have answered Arthur right away, but he was aghast at Vivian flaunting her love for Pelleas -- right in front of his old, weary eyes!
Guenivere got in her explanation before Merlin had even realized he'd been questioned. The Queen said, "Merlin attempted to force himself upon me!"
Merlin said, "I wha...?"
Guenivere said, "Had it not been for my guards, I would have been violated for sure." She then looked at Vivian and grinned a little. She turned back to King Arthur and said, "Well, actually, it was Vivian who saved me first. She magically entered my room and stopped Merlin. We should keep her in our castle, darling. For fu-- I mean, for luck's sake."
King Arthur said, "I agree! She must be a good luck charm if she saved you from such an unlucky occurrence."
Merlin said, "Your Majesty! I had a vision! The Flower of Chivalry --"
"Was about to be de-flowered by you!" Arthur replied. "No explanation necessary, Merlin! You're past your prime. You're obviously doting. You'd never have done something about this when you were younger, and your wits were more about you.
"But that's no excuse for attempting to have an affair with my Queen! Why, what would people say if they knew I was allowing an affair with my wife?"
A couple of the guards, as well as Sir Pelleas, snickered. But Arthur pretended not to hear.
"No, Merlin. You must be punished! You must have your head chopped off! And your body split in two! Seize him, guards!"
Vivian cried, "No! Not my Merly!" She pushed away from Pelleas -- and disappeared! And Merlin was gone with her!
King Arthur said, "I should have expected that. Well, guards, send out word to keep an eye out for Merlin and his pupil Vivien. They won't venture outside my realm. Merlin loves this land and me too much."
Queen Guenivere was walking out the door. King Arthur softly called out, "Where are you going, Darling?"
"To take a shower in a cold waterfall. What a letdown!"
Arthur didn't understand the letdown remark. But he said, "Well, I'll join you, Darling." Arthur thought, I need a good, cold shower after being interrupted in my repast with Pelleas.
Once the two had disappeared, Merlin did the driving. He led them to a hermit's castle in the forest.
A hermit's castle, you might ask? Yes. Well, in the days of the Flower of Chivalry, a hermit's house was a castle. The hermit was like a doctor in the forest. He welcomed anybody who came into the forest and gotten injured in one way or another. He healed the person's injury and gave the person time to recover.
Well, the hermit's house was basically a storehouse for healing supplies, food, and magic potions. So it naturally had to be big. In many cases, the hermit's house was as big as a castle.
It was late at night, but the hermit opened the door and politely inquired of his guests what there needs were. As soon as Merlin said, "Only a room for the night, thank you," the hermit recognized the great wizard.
The hermit said, "Why, Merlin! You're always welcome at my house! I'm delighted to see both you and your companion. What is your name, fair lady?"
"Vivian, kind sir."
The hermit smiled. "It's very nice to meet you. Please come in."
The hermit gave Merlin and Vivian each a separate room. Merlin bade the hermit go to sleep. "We can see to ourselves just fine. And we'll be gone before the light of day."
So the hermit left Merlin and Vivian in a main room, before a glowing orange fire, the only light in the dark, dark room.
Merlin said, "Close your eyes, Vivian. I'll show you my vision."
Vivian closed her eyes. She saw what Merlin had seen -- the golden flower cut from its emerald stem by a great sword. She saw the blood and heard Queen Guenivere and Sir Lancelot bid each other goodbye one last time.
Vivian opened her eyes and said, "It can't be stopped, Merlin. It's what my sword was made for."
Merlin said, "Your sword?"
Vivian blushed. She had almost given away to Merlin that she was in fact the Lady of the Lake, the water faerie who had actually made the great sword Excalibur! She said, "Um... I mean... I must have been channelling the words of some spirit of destiny."
Merlin said, "Do you really think it can't be stopped?"
Vivian said, "I think that King Arthur will need an advisor, now more than ever. An advisor in war."
Merlin said, "Vivian, I'm sorry to open myself up to you like this. But I'm tired of war. I'm tired of violence. I don't want to advise people in these matters anymore."
Vivian said, "Even if it means that your vision will come true? That these people you love will fall prey to their own greed and jealousy?"
Merlin said, "They should be able to regulate themselves. I'm tired of regulating them. Besides, I'm only half human."
Vivian feigned shock. "You are?"
Merlin said, "Yes! I'm part demon. A child of the children of the devil."
Vivian, herself not human at all, again pretended to be surprised. "You're part devil?"
Merlin said, "Yes. My magic comes at a price to me. I was born. I was an infant. But not for long. I had to grow up much faster than the average child, so I could defend my mother. In the space of a year, I grew into a five year old child.
"I had to argue like an adult, as a one-year-old-five-year-old, before a judge, to convince the judge not to burn my mother at the stake. Do you know what the charge was?"
"Being a witch?" Vivian honestly asked.
"No. It was not knowing who my father was."
Vivian was truly surprised.
Merlin continued, "They almost burned her because she didn't know who'd impregnated her. I, as a one-year-old-five-year-old had to take the judge into his chambers and tell him I was a child of the devil. I then had to perform a miracle for him."
Vivian asked, "What was the miracle?"
Merlin replied, "I told the judge of all the women he'd impregnated. Women who weren't his wife. And all the children who didn't know their father. And I promised him that he could kill my mother, but he couldn't kill me. And if he did kill my mother, I'd make sure to call up all those children to claim justice against the judge."
Vivian said, "And so your mother was let free?"
Merlin smiled and nodded. "But that didn't mean I got to be a child again. For I quickly grew into a teenager. I was called upon to learn my Latin. And I began the chronicles of the Kings of Britain.
"I discovered King Arthur in my later years. Even those years seem so long ago to me now. And I've been advising him in war ever since. Advising him against war, watching him not listening to me. Watching him walk right into war. And then advising him out of war.
"I'm sick of it, Vivian! I might be an old man. By now, in years, I'm very, very old. But I still feel like part of me is a little baby. I never got to be a baby. I wish I could have my chance."
Vivian felt a sudden wave of compassion come over her for her teacher. She walked over to Merlin's chair and embraced the old wizard. She rocked Merlin back and forth, saying, "Baby, baby."
Merlin's old heart leapt in rapture! Vivian's breast was so warm and inviting. Merlin rubbed his cheek against Vivian's bosom. The tenderness he felt then toward Vivian turned quickly into sexual arousal. He couldn't help himself. He lifted up his face and kissed Vivian!
Vivian tasted a lizard's tongue. She almost gagged! She pushed Merlin away and slapped him! She couldn't help it. She admired, even loved, her teacher. But physically, sexually, he was disgusting to her!
Merlin rubbed his cheek. He could see what Vivian was thinking. He could see in Vivian's mind. She was already trying to combat the sexual feelings Merlin had forced on her being replaced by something more appetizing to her. She saw Guenivere's and Pelleas' faces shimmer like mirrors in the water.
Merlin had an idea. He said, "Well, fine. I apologize, my dear. I made a rash decision." He stood up, his knees popping and his back creaking. He fumbled for his staff. He shuffled away. "I'm going to bed. And you?"
Vivian said, "I might stay up a bit longer and study my spells."
Merlin said, "You know almost all my magic by now, my dear."
Vivian grinned and said, "Then you'd better watch yourself with me, hadn't you?"
Merlin chuckled and went off to bed.
But this was Merlin's idea. He knew Vivian would never consent to sex with him. Well, fine. So be it. An eighteen year old girl has her tastes. But Merlin knew what turned Vivian on. Guenivere and Pelleas.
So, Merlin thought, I'm going to be one of them.
Merlin thought he'd be Guenivere. But the thought of Vivian being so turned on by Guenivere made Merlin jealous -- so strangely jealous -- that he didn't want Guenivere to turn Vivian on -- even if he himself was Guenivere!
So Merlin determined, as he lay there in bed, almost suffocating under the sourness of his own breath (it disgusted even him), how he would be with Vivian this very night.
Vivian was woken from her slumber by a sweet, sweet whisper.
When she'd shaken off all the vestiges of sleep, she looked in the direction of the sweet whisper.
"Pelleas!" His face seemed even more radiant than the moonlight that played upon it.
Vivian sat up, unconcerned with the fact that she had woken up just as she had gone to sleep: naked. She wrapped her arms around Pelleas and pressed her breasts and stomach tightly to Pelleas' strong chest and stomach. Already Vivian could feel herself getting warm and ready.
Vivian stopped herself. She said, "But why are you here? How did you know I was here?"
Pelleas said, "I may not know you well. But I know Merlin. He wouldn't leave Arthur's realm. He loves Arthur too much. We all do. He's so absent-minded. But Arthur loves his kingdom. And when he has to be, he's the bravest one of us all. And, besides, he brought all of us knights together. Without him, where would all of us be? Maybe dead by each other's swords."
Vivian said, "So are you here to take us back to Arthur?"
Pelleas said, "No. I'm here to rescue you. We'll leave right this moment!"
Vivian said, "Would you fight to protect me?"
Pelleas said, "I'd die to protect you!"
Suddenly the thought of Pelleas dying bit like viper's fangs into her heart. "No! Don't talk about dying! I can't lose you now! Not now that I have you!"
Pelleas put his strong, soft finger to Vivian's lips and giggled. He said, "Sh... Do you want to wake the hermit? Now I'll wake Merlin, and we'll get going."
Vivian tugged Pelleas down to the pillow with her. Pelleas remained in Vivian's embrace. Both their heads were against the soft pillow. Oh, how wonderful this is! Vivian thought. Vivian said, "Pelleas, couldn't we just leave... tomorrow? And stay here... in bed... tonight?"
Pelleas grinned. He said, "I..." He kissed Vivian quickly on the lips. "...suppose we could." He kissed her on the lips again. "But you'd have to promise to get up super early tomorrow." He kissed her again.
Vivian said, "I'll get up tomorrow, if..." she kissed Pelleas and rubbed his crotch. "...if you let me get you up tonight." Vivian remembered how big and hot Pelleas had been earlier this evening. She had a feeling that Arthur had made him that way. She wanted to test out if she was as good as Arthur at doing something like that.
Pelleas was beginning to blush. His pelvis moved a bit rhythmically with Vivian's rubbing. Pelleas said, "I'll let you get me up tonight, baby. You're already getting me up."
Vivian helped Pelleas get undressed. She could see that Pelleas was already excited. She grabbed Pelleas again. He was so big and hot! Pelleas' eyes almost seemed to be glowing with pleasure! He was so ready! Vivian could feel that she was ready, to. She felt warm and soft and so... cuddly between her legs.
She lay back. She felt Pelleas go up into her. Oh! It was perfectly marvelous! She wrapped her legs around Pelleas' hard bottom and thrilled as she felt Pelleas' powerful thrusts.
There was a knocking sound and grey, liquidy light. The knocking sound seemed to be so far away at first. Then it seemed to be getting closer and closer. There was a muffled voice, almost pleading, that now accompanied the knocking.
Vivian tried to understand what the voice was saying. But then the sensation came back into her limbs, and she definitely didn't want to hear the voice. She felt Pelleas' virile, warm body under her slinky arm. She just wanted to fall back to sleep.
But the voice -- that sounded... like Pelleas' voice?
Vivian didn't wake all the way up. But she listened harder to the voice. It said, "Vivian! Merlin! Please get up! Please! The King needs your guidance!"
This made no sense to her. What was going on?
Vivian's confusion, plus the sudden realization of the urgency in Pelleas' voice, shocked Vivian into full awakeness. It must have shocked Pelleas as well, because he sat straight up in bed beside her.
Pelleas, standing at the door, said, "Vivian! Merli-- Wait. What am I doing over there?"
Vivian looked back and forth between the two Pelleases before pulling the blankets around her body and standing out of the bed, leaving the Pelleas in bed sitting up, totally naked.
Vivian looked blushingly at the Pelleas at the door. The Pelleas at the door looked at the Pelleas in the bed and said, "What kind of kinky game is this, Merlin?"
Pelleas looked back to the bed only for a second, and with squinted eyes. She didn't really want to see what she knew was there: a bearded, old, naked man slouched over in Vivian's bed.
Pelleas stuttered for only a second, then straightened up into his soldiers attitude, remembering his duty. He said, "Merlin, the King has discovered his wife's dec--"
Vivian's anger flared up within her. She roared, "I don't care what the King has discovered! Merlin, we're out of here!"
Vivian and Merlin disappeared from Pelleas' eyes.
Pelleas stood still for a second, making sure he was alone. He then said, "The old wizard pretended to be me." He shivered. "Gross."
Merlin had no chance to do the driving this time around. This surprised him, as he had always been the one in control of his and Vivian's flights between three-dimensional localities.
But he found himself, not only not in control of the re-location, but also completely paralyzed! He'd never experienced something like this!
Vivian lay Merlin down on the ground in a bank of mist. Merlin was still completely naked.
Merlin looked up at Vivian. He said, "Un-paralyze me, Vivian! I'm your master!"
Vivian kicked Merlin in the ribs. Merlin yowled in pain.
Vivian said, "You betrayed me, old man!"
Merlin said, "Don't speak that way to me!" Vivian kicked Merlin in the ribs again. "Ow! Don't do that! Stop! I'm your teacher!"
Vivian said, "Not anymore. I know all the spells now."
Merlin said, "How could that be?"
Vivian said, "I study at night, when you go to sleep. I've learned more than you've taught me. I've learned all the spells. You are no longer my teacher! You betrayed your equal, old man!"
Vivian was about to kick Merlin again, but Merlin cried, "No! No! Please! I'm sorry. I really am. I love you, Vivian. I can't avoid it. I am half human. I let my human foolishness take over me. But it wasn't betrayal. As much as you may not believe it. It was love."
Vivian's brow furrowed in sympathy. But then it smoothed out. Vivian began giggling. Her laugh was as gentle as the bubbles of a brook!
Vivian could feel Merlin's thoughts. She laughed and said, "You were just trying to buy some time, weren't you? By playing on my sympathy? You were trying to come up with the spell for de-paralyzing yourself."
Merlin growled in frustration, "But you've scrambled my memory, haven't you?!"
Vivian gave a hearty laugh now. "It's only temporary, my dear."
Merlin's anger subsided. He thought, She called me dear! Even now, in this terribly shameful state, one kind word like that could quell any anger in Merlin.
Vivian sensed this. She de-paralyzed Merlin and put him back into his dark robes. His staff re-appeared in his hands.
Merlin said, "Now, Vivian, before we flew off -- didn't you get the vision of --"
Vivian sensed the vision. "No," she said. "I was so angry that I didn't see it. But I see it now." Vivian laughed. "Ha, ha! When Guenivere said that the knights would literally try to burn her at the stake, I didn't really believe it!"
But there was the vision, right before Vivian's mind. Guenivere was in a prison cell while servants and a priest set up faggots and a pole. A complete set for burning a so-called treacherous wife at the stake. Vivian then saw King Arthur on his throne. The noble knight Sir Gawain was begging King Arthur to let Guenivere go free.
Vivian said, "The people at the dance... They'd seen me and Guenivere dancing together."
Merlin said, "And the ones who weren't completely drunk from wine..."
Vivian said, "...also saw us go off to her secret chamber..."
Merlin said, "Or, as some noblemen call it, way below their breath, but with plenty of giggles..."
Vivian said, "Camp Lancelot. So they pretty much concluded that Guenivere was taking me there to do the same thing with her that Lancelot does."
Merlin said, "So rather than losing me as an adviser..."
Vivian said, "... and always ready to see the beautiful Queen of whom they're all so jealous out of the way once and for all..."
Merlin said, "They decided to spill the beans and let King Arthur know what Guenivere was really up to."
Vivian said, "All while King Arthur was getting ready to spill his beans inside my pretty Pelleas' behind!"
Merlin gasped in genuine surprise, "You don't say!"
Vivian said, "Oh, I say, alright."
Merlin said, "But, Vivian, my dear, my equal, don't you see that that vision is the very reason why you have to give me my powers back?"
Vivian replied, "I see why you'd think I should give you your powers back. And I see why you'd think you feel entitled to call me your equal. But I'm sorry to inform you that you're bound to be disappointed on both accounts."
"I'm bound to be dis--"
"Merlin, I know that a wizard needs to take care of this situation before Queen Guenivere gets burnt at the stake. An injustice like that would delight the nobles. But it would set the people of Britain starkly against Arthur. And the kingdom would fall into chaos."
"That's right, Vivian! So I--"
"So you nothing! I'm a wizard, too! And I'm going to take care of this problem."
"But you are going nowhere! You're not going anywhere, ever again. You're staying right here. In Broceliande."
"Yes. Yes. I see now, Vivian. You've trapped me. Haven't you? We're in the misty forest of Broceliande. Near the banks of the mystical lake, on which rides the bark that floats great men to the paradise..."
"...of Avalon. Yes, Merlin. We're in Broceliande. And do you now see who I am?"
"Vivian. You're the Lady of the Lake, who gave King Arthur the sword Excalibur. And who is destined to take King Arthur to the land of Avalon once the Flower of Chivalry has been cut down."
"Yes. I'm sorry to trap you here forever, Merlin. But I won't disappoint you. I will advise Arthur, and I will bestow our magic upon the world as best fits in with justice and destiny."
"I know you will, Vivian. But what are you going to do to me?"
"Well, Merlin, I do love you. And I felt a great sympathy for you when you opened up to me last night."
"No! Not in bed! I mean before you went to bed. When you told the story of never having gotten the chance to be a child."
Vivian stretched out her right arm. A crystal-clear wand, glowing with all kinds of bright sparkles, appeared in her hand. A wave of white light hovered toward Merlin. When it reached him it felt so warm and comforting.
But Merlin could tell what was going on. He panicked and struggled against it. "No, Vivian! Don't put this spell on me!"
Merlin stood up, but even as he stood up, he felt himself shrinking. His robe crumpled over him. He was suddenly in the darkness of his rough-fibered, smelly robe! And he was scared -- scared like a child would be!
The weirdest sensation played against his face. It was like grass growing backwards! Merlin had the idea that his beard was sucking, slurping!, right back up into his face!
He felt the same thing on his head. It was like all his hair was slurping back into his head. The same thing was happening to his chest, legs, and arms! And -- Merlin shivered -- to his crotch, too!
Merlin felt goosebumps! What a gross, gross feeling all this hair-slurping was! But then the goosebumps started to feel like tickles! He wanted to giggle. But being in the dark like he was, he was too afraid to giggle. He didn't want any boogeymans to hear he was in the dark and eat him up!
Boogeymans? Merlin thought. Isn't that something a little kid would say?
Merlin felt the tickles even stronger now. What was it? It was like the tickles went all the way to his bones! But his bones didn't feel weak anymore! They felt strong! And suddenly, all that saggy, old, sad skin that he'd had to bear with over the years became new and fresh, tight, yet soft!
Merlin felt so new and alive! The tickles subsided. He rubbed his body, so happy with the way it felt. He maked-believed (maked-believed?) that he was in a river, rubbing himself like when he washed himself. Everywhere was so soft! Soft as Mommy Vivvy's body?
Mommy Vivvy? Merlin thought.
Merlin rubbed all of his little body, almost sexually aroused by his own self! But when Merlin rubbed his crotch, he let out a scream! The scream, soft, high-toned, and a little slobbery, might have startled him, had he not been more startled by the fact that --
"I no have a boy's pee-pee anymore!" Merlin said. And now, his cute, girly, babyish voice did surprise him!
Vivian pulled the old, stinky robe off of Merlin. Merlin saw that he only stood up to about mid-thigh on Vivian now!
Vivian quickly folded up Merlin's smelly robe and tossed it onto -- a big, comfy couch??? Merlin realized that this was no longer a forest. It was a room, as big as a royal sleeping chamber in a castle, but completely alien to anything Old British eyes might be accustomed to.
The colors were all so soft and pretty! They were pink, and purple, with a little bit of green and blue and yellow. There were things that looked like soft beds. But they had bars up the sides. There were strange obects that looked all fuzzy and furry -- like aminals! -- in a big box. And there were lots of other things that confused Merlin's little eyes!
"Where... where we are, Mommy Vivvy?" Merlin asked, still a little confused as to why he -- or she? -- would call Vivian Mommy.
Vivian said, "Well, while you were busy changing into your new adult baby girl self, Merly, I was doing some time-travel research. I found the early 21st century to be quite a wonderful time for baby fashions. And since I want my new adult baby girl to have nothing but the very funniest, very very most babyish time of any girl in the world, I decided to make her private castle a 21st century baby castle!"
Merly said, "Baby castle? Tenny furs senchy? What Mommy's talking about?"
Vivian lifted up her naked little girl. Merly was still as old as Merlin had been. But her body had been rejuvenated and sex-reassigned. She still had the adult mind that Merlin had -- although it would be dazed and mostly babyish for some time.
And even after it had recovered from its magnificent transformation, it would never express itself in that old, grouchy, way that Merlin had been wont to use. Instead, it would always be cheerful, dainty, and girly.
Merlin would also have his old adult desires, Vivian thought. And, Vivian reflected, the way Merly looks right now... I might even be happy to help satisfy those desires. Vivian was even beginning to feel a few desires of her own. Merly better be ready to satisfy!
Merly, on the other hand, felt suddenly at ease when she was in her new Mommy's arms. How strong Mommy Vivvy felt! How light as a lovey-dove's feather Merly felt in Vivvy's graceful arms. Merly felt like Vivvy could protect Merly against just about anything she wanted to.
Merly thought, I be a good girl for my Mommy. So that way, she will always want to protect me from bad things. Like boogeymans.
Then Vivvy held Merly close to her firm, round, warm breasts. It made Merly feel so comfy that she could just fall right to sleep! But then it made Merly feel hungry, like she could eat right out of her Mommy's boobies!
But then, when Merly's stomach stirred with hunger, it stirred something else in Merly's body. She felt like her little girl pee-pee was going to make a wetsies all over the place!
"Mommy Vivvy!" She cried, "I'm gonna wetsie!"
Vivvy giggled and rubbed her baby's head, which was now covered in soft, curly ringlets. She jogged her new adult baby girl over to what people in the 21st century would call a "changing table" (although it couldn't really change into anything). But she should have known the jogging would only aggravate little Merly's bladder.
Merly said, "Oh, no, Mommy!" And she let out a flow of warm potty all over herself and her Mommy!
Vivvy laughed and laughed! She sat Merly's wet bottom down on the changing table. Vivvy looked at herself and laughed even more. Her dress was all wet! But, thankfully, the floor didn't get a watering.
Vivvy took off her dress. Now both of us girls are naked, Vivian thought. The thought turned her on. She felt a flush of warmth through her body as she looked at the soft, new, feminine body of her old and revered teacher. Suddenly she realized she may actually have been sexually attracted to Merlin all this time. But now felt like the most wonderful time to realize it!
Merly was still crying. But her Mommy Vivvy walked up to her and slowly cradled her little head in her soft, firm hands. Just the loving touch made Merly feel calm and quiet. But Merly felt her heart beat quicker and quicker as Mommy Vivvy lowered her face to Merly's.
Mommy Vivvy said, in a low, trembling voice, "Don't worry, Baby. Don't cry. Things are going to be okay. Because your Mommy's here. And she loves you."
Mommy Vivvy pressed her full, warm lips against Merly's tiny, innocent mouth. The two girls kissed for a moment. Then Mommy stood back and smiled.
Merly said, "Mommy really love me?"
Mommy said, "Mommy loves you a big, big lot."
Merly felt a bit of the old Merlin inside her, glowing with happiness! Merly felt Vivvy's big hand against her tiny, flat chest. Merly let Mommy push her back, so she was laying down flat against the changing table, with her legs dangling off the table from the knees down.
Merly was feeling so warm and good. Her now cooling potty on the table, running up to the small of her back, only made her feel even more aroused. Suddenly she felt her Mommy licking her on her girl's pee-pee. And then she felt a whole new kind of wetness. Oh, life was fabulous for Merly now!
Once Mommy Vivvy got done kissing Merly's pee-pee, she taught Merly how to do the same thing to Mommy. And so Mommy had lots of wet fun, too!
Then Mommy and Baby took their very first bubble bath together. After that, Mommy put Merly into her very first diaper as an adult baby girl!
Merly was confused by the diaper. It had such a strange, new feeling to it. Mommy tried to explain to Merly that the diaper was a paper, disposable diaper, a new convenience of the 20th century, carried forward into the 21st century.
But Merly's adult mind was still clouded over with her new transformation, and she could only say, "Posable? Tenny fur senchy?"
But, really, Merly didn't care about all that posable stuff. The diaper was so comfy. It was like wearing a warm, fluffy blanket all around her tiny bottom and her brand-new girl's pee-pee! She felt so secure when her mommy "taped" her into the diaper.
Merly was even happier when she got dressed up into what her Mommy called a "onesie" -- a soft, cuddly, pink outfit that covered all her body snugly except for her hands and her head. And on the bottoms of her feet, there was a weird, white material that felt neat, too!
"That's called plastic," Mommy said. The footings for these outfits are made of plastic.
"Magic!" Merly said.
Mommy grinned and cooed, "Well, by the 21st century, magic and science weren't really too far apart."
Mommy then sat Merly into one of the beds with the bars that went up its sides. The bars and the smallness of the bed made Merly feel so secure and safe! Merly didn't have to think about anything! She could just sleep and relax and think about how much she loved her Mommy!
But then Mommy put a furry animal that looked like a baby bear into the bed with her! Merly was scared for a moment. But then Mommy told her it was just a dolly. But it felt so real. Even more than real. It felt magical!
Merly fell in love with her new bear-dolly friend, which her Mommy called a "teddy bear." What's a Teddy? Merly wondered. But she didn't care. She snuggled up happily with her diaper, her pink onesie, and her bear-dolly friend, and fell right to sleep!
Vivian lovingly watched her new adult baby. She turned the intercom on that was next to the baby's crib. She put an earphone in her left ear.
"That way," Vivian said to the little adult baby girl, "If you have any troubles, I'll hear you right away. But I'll be back in just one second. So don't you worry."
You see, Vivian hadn't forgotten her sexy friend Queen Guenivere, who needed to be rescued from burning at the stake. And she also hadn't forgotten her sexy friend Sir Pelleas, with whom she still hadn't made love.
"So, little baby," Mommy told the sleeping Merly, "Mommy needs to go off to work! But she'll be back."
To be continued...
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Pelleas stood still for a second, making sure he was alone. He then said, "The old wizard pretended to be me." He shivered. "Gross."
Sir Pelleas heard a pretty giggle out of the air.
"Ghosts!" he gasped, and prepared to draw his sword.
Vivian materialized. She giggled a little more and said, "You know, Sir Pelleas, swords don't work too well against ghosts."
Pelleas blushed a little and took his hand off the sword. He smiled softly at Vivian and asked gently, "Where's Merlin?"
Vivian breezily said, "Oh, Merly? I got her into some diapers and put her down for a nap."
"Her?" Pelleas asked. "But Merlin is a boy."
Vivian replied, "Not anymore. I've changed him to an adult baby girl."
Pelleas said, "Adult?... Baby?... But I saw Merlin just an instant ago."
Vivian sighed. "Yes. I suppose you did. But you'll never see the old man again. Maybe you'll see the little adult baby girl, though. If you ever want to come visit me."
Sir Pelleas said, "My dear Vivian, I would love to visit you. I feel a deep yearning to... know you... much better than I do right now. But right now I have the matter of a kingdom on my hands! And only Merlin can help me!"
Vivian smiled broadly. "I hope that isn't true, Brave Pelleas. For you'll be depending only on me for this mission of yours."
Sir Pelleas gave what he thought was a generous laugh. "Beloved Vivian, student of the wise Merlin. I applaud your desire to begin your own adventures for the weal of Britain. But this particular adventure needs the skill that only Merlin can --"
"Merlin and I are equals."
"Or were. Now he's my little girl, like I just said. So really, I'm his superior. And you'll have to trust me on this mission."
"But? ...Girl? But... he's a girl? But you're a girl!"
Vivian laughed at how cute Sir Pelleas sounded. "Oh, Pelleas, my little baby. Let's get serious now, shall we? I know the danger that the Queen is in."
"No! She's -- Well, yes. But no! She's --"
"In a prison cell, waiting to be burnt at the stake?"
"Yes! How did you --"
"And she's being policed by many of King Arthur's greatest knights."
"Yes! And the only ones who stand against King Arthur are afraid of fighting against those knights! Only one knight would stand against all those men!"
"That's right! But only Merlin can speed me through the air and get me to the Joyous Gard swiftly enough to get back to the Quee--"
"Sir Pelleas, you've now seen me vanish into thin air with Merlin. And this last time you've seen me come right back. Without Merlin. What makes you think I can't whisk you away to Sir Lancelot just as easily?"
"Well... I mean..."
"Then let me try, Pelleas. I've already told you. Merlin's done giving advice to King Arthur. Merlin is my little adult baby girl now. And he won't be playing adult big boy games anymore. You got that, Sweetie?"
Pelleas wished to protest against all the familiar forms of address Vivian heaped upon him. But, somehow, they made him feel so comfortable and safe that he kept quiet, in hopes of hearing more of them. Pelleas shrugged, then nodded.
"That's a good baby." Vivian walked up to Sir Pelleas and grabbed his hand gently.
Sir Pelleas felt such a rush of warmth and happiness run through him. It sent a feeling like butterflies into his stomach. This, in turn, almost made him lose control of his bladder. He felt a few drops of urine empty onto his inner thigh. He gulped a little bit. His palms began to sweat.
Vivian sensed what had just happened. She smiled to herself. She said, "Okay, straighten up now, Honey-bun. We're going to take a trip to Sir Lancelot's castle -- in the Joyous Gard!"
Suddenly a grey mist covered over Sir Pelleas. He found himself alone. He was amazed! He didn't actually see his body! He looked up, down, left, and right. But he only saw the grey clouds!
But there was a definite feeling of movement. He could sense the motion, as if he were being pulled along. But he couldn't quite understand how he was being pulled along. All he knew was that Vivian definitely had something to do with it.
He felt the wind rush through his hair, even though he wasn't quite sure he had hair. He felt the wind rush against his face and his limbs. But he wasn't quite sure those things existed either.
Sir Pelleas had always heard stories of the wizards transporting themselves from one place to another at amazing speeds. He'd had fantasies of these trips. But he'd never imagined anything like this!
In spite of all the dark, morbid images Sir Pelleas had fantasized about regarding this magic, and in spite of the fact that this didn't seem morbid or dark at all, Sir Pelleas was still very afraid!
Sir Lancelot sat astride his steed. He surveyed a group of farmers out on his field. He was humming a hymn in Latin and contemplating the perfection of Christ. All perfectly boring stuff, he thought. But I'm sticking to it.
Sir Lancelot had, he'd told himself, enough of war and enough of sin. All that stuff, he granted, seemed perfectly enjoyable to him, and he'd been born with a body suited for the works. But he felt that he had to forget that past of his. He wanted so badly to be perfect, like Christ was perfect.
Sir Lancelot yawned. He thought to himself, How long until this whole contemplation thing stops making me want to go to sleep? It's like the whole earth suddenly became church.
Lancelot watched the farmers out on the field. He determined to go out tomorrow and help them in the field. That should at least give me some exercise, he thought. Especially since I've forbidden myself even from practising the arts of war. That's good exercise. But, no. I'm done with all that.
Lancelot's horse seemed to be getting nervous. Maybe he senses that I'm thinking again of battle, Lancelot thought. Poor horse. It also wishes to go out and fight.
But then, suddenly, two figures appeared on the path, a slight distance from Lancelot.
"What's this?" Lancelot asked out loud. He barely moved his hand, but his horse crept forward.
Lancelot felt a strange foreboding. The figures had appeared out of thin air. Lancelot was sure of that. That meant, "Wizards."
The horse burred as if in agreement. But, as if in answer to the horse, one of the figures down the road called out, "Sir Lancelot! Sir Lancelot!"
Lancelot knew that voice instantly. He flicked his wrist a little. The horse broke into a cheerful trot. Lancelot guffawed, "Pelleas! My dear friend Sir Pelleas!"
"You can address me directly, Lancelot. And my name is Vivian."
Sir Lancelot still regarded Vivian with an air of suspicion. Vivian could see another knight bringing another two horses up the path.
Sir Lancelot said, "And why do you bring a Knight of the Round Table before me, Witch? What other knights are you holding in prison right now? By what news do you expect to inspire me into battle?"
Vivian said, "I don't hold any other knights in prison. Nor do I hold ill intentions against any knights. What good will Merlin held toward Arthur's kingdom, so now hold I."
Sir Lancelot laughed, "Ha! A pretender to Merlin's title, eh?"
Vivian said, "Merlin himself taught me. But Merlin has chosen to remove himself from the tedium of the world."
Sir Lancelot said, "Well, so have I! You should be able to see that, if you have the same skills as Merlin."
Vivian replied, "I know, Lancelot, that you pledged to live in perfection, to keep yourself from the Queen."
Lancelot gasped, "The Queen? What would I have to do with the Queen?"
Vivian glanced at Lancelot's beautiful face. His skin was fair and white. His face was broad, yet finely boned. His pale eyes had a sad, brave look to them. And his red-brown hair waved wildly in the wind. Even Vivian was smitten by Lancelot's youthful good looks. It was hard to believe he was old enough to have a son, and a knightly son at that!
Vivian said, "Lancelot, don't tell me that I should know things and then act like the things I know shouldn't be known."
Lancelot grumbled, "Well..."
Vivian said, "But Sir Pelleas and I do have news that we do hope will inspire you to fight."
Lancelot said, "Nothing will make me fight."
Sir Pelleas said, "It better make you fight, Lancelot, and soon! Or else it will be too late for her!"
Lancelot asked, "For whom?"
Pelleas said, "For the Queen!"
Lancelot asked, "The Queen? Oh, no... Don't tell me..."
Pelleas said, "Yep. They have her tied to the stake again. I'm pretty sure they're going to burn her this time."
"Well, isn't anyone standing up for her?"
"Well, sure, Lance. People are standing up in her defense."
At this point, the young, pretty knight and the extra horses had reached Lancelot and the travelers.
Lancelot said, "But I wasn't anywhere near Guenivere this time. I made a strict vow to avoid being sinful. So the nobles can't be blaming Guenivere for being unfaithful."
Sir Pelleas said, "Oh yes they can, Lance. She was basically caught in the act."
"She was? With whom?"
"With me," Vivian replied.
Sir Lancelot was stunned. But the pretty, young knight was intensely interested. "Wonderful!" he sighed.
Sir Lancelot barked, "Lavaine! None of your nonsense!"
Sir Pelleas said, "You know that nobody will fight the knights King Arthur has lined up to police Guenivere to her death, Lance. If you don't help her, nobody will."
Sir Lancelot whined, "I know, I know! Oh... mount your horses, will you two? I thought I'd be inviting you to a nice dinner at my place. Instead... it looks I'll be asking you, Vivian, if it please you, to transport us to Guenivere's supposed final destination."
Sir Pelleas, mounting his horse, said, "I knew we could count on you, Lance!"
Lancelot said, "Yeah, yeah. Oh... can anybody tell me what the Lord has against me? Every time I try to lead a spotless life, I get pulled right back into my old, sinful ways?"
Vivian said, "For you, it's not sin, Lance. It's destiny. It's what you were made for. And when your destiny is complete, you can move on to other pursuits. Like Merlin did."
Lancelot, already walking his horse, just out of habit, along the path, said, "About Merlin..."
But Lavaine interrupted, "Does that mean we get to be sinful again, Lance?"
Lancelot said, "Sure, Lavaine. Why not? If we're gonna give in to a little temptation, why not just give in to a lot?"
Lavaine sighed, "Oh, thank god!"
Vivian asked Lavaine, "You're happy that Lancelot gets to be sinful again?"
Lavaine replied, with a mischievous smile that looked just like a little girl's, "Oh, yes, Darling. I love it when Lancelot gets sinful... with me."
Vivian thought, Oh... I see. And then she whisked away herself, the knights, and the horses, in one swoop.
King Arthur was down in the dumps, to say the least.
Arthur was being let by a group of noblemen through the winding corridors of the castle, to the open area near the back of the castle, where grand executions were supposed to occur.
Arthur had wanted to at least see his wife in prison. But the noblemen had advised him against it. Noblemen. Pfaugh! Arthur thought. Why, when I was a young king, all I needed was Merlin and my trusted family members.
But now my kingdom is flourishing. There's more wealth in Britain than there's ever been before. Why? Because Britain is united! Or... uniting. Under my guidance the various regions of Britain have been coming together, piece by piece. And as they come together and work together, instead of fighting, they find they can bring greater prosperity to this land -- including their land!
The group of nobles had reached the end of the final corridor. The open area was now full of faggots, with a tall pole laying on top of the pile, pointing out from the center.
A couple of peasants stood nearby with flaming torches. Another peasant was tying ropes against the pole.
Around the whole scene stood some of Arthur's bravest knights, keeping an eye out for anyone who might like to fight -- and die -- for Guenivere's honor.
Arthur, surveying the scene, continued with his glum thoughts.
I've made this land wealthy. But then the wealthy men of the regions, or, that is, the ones who don't wish to sit among my knights, still wish to have influence over the whole state of affairs in my kingdom. And they bother me with a bunch of rules. Well, maybe I'm just a simple, old knight. Maybe I'm just a relic of the past. But this seems like over-government to me!
And then they make silly rules like this. Why, this burning at the stake rule seems to be directed against my wife!
But I stick to their rules. Why? Well, I don't want them to all turn against me, I guess. And I don't want them to get mad and turn against each other. I don't want the kingdom to fall to pieces again.
Of course, if Queen Guenivere died by my decree, the people, the peasants would rise up against me. The people love me, but they love the Queen even more. Why? I guess because she's pretty.
Oh, she's pretty, she's beautiful. She's radiant. I don't know. She's my wife. Maybe I've gotten used to her, I guess.
But what about Lancelot? He's always been my wild card. Why, if there's one thing everybody can agree on in this crazy kingdom, it's Lancelot. Everybody fears him. Everybody loves him. He's beautiful. He's radiant. Lord, how I miss Lancelot.
Heck, even if he didn't want to fight for Guenivere, I'd be happy if he just stopped by. It would be nice to see him again. Just to see his face. His sweet...
But now the priest was leading the procession out from the prision. Behind him were six young, sour-faced monks. Between the monks walked Guenivere. Guenivere held her head high. She walked quietly and calmly. Her stateliness silenced the crowd.
The priest had Guenivere laid out on the pole. Her hands had already been tied behind her back. The priest now tied her arms to the pole. He tied the Queen's arms tight to the pole, so tight that the Queen could feel the rope burning her skin through her thin garments.
The priest felt himself hardening a little, getting excited by binding the Queen to the pole. He looked up excitedly, scanning quickly for his prettiest sour-faced monk.
He whisper-gasped, "You see how tight I tied her?"
The monk replied, "I do, Father."
"How would you like to be tied like that."
The monk's eyes gleamed. "I'd be so delighted, Father."
The priest almost felt himself coming right there. He had to calm down! He stood up and commanded the monks to bind the Queen's feet to the pole. They fell to with eagerness. The priest had to look away. The scene was all just too erotic!
Soon the priest could look back and see the servants hoisting the pole up into the air. Guenivere hung up there so perfectly!
Now the servants were walking their fires to the pile of kindling. The torches were about to touch the pile.
The priest couldn't believe his eyes! Oh, for once!, the priest thought, Lancelot won't be here to ruin my fun!
But then he heard Sir Lancelot's voice, "Stop right there, you fools!"
The priest said aloud, "Aw, speak of the devil."
King Arthur gasped in pleasure, "Lancelot!"
The nobles looked to their King. King Arthur caught himself and cleared his throat. In a crystal-clear, booming voice, he shouted, "Knights! Defend my decree against the protests of Lancelot!"
Sir Pelleas and Sir Lavaine said, "You'll be defending the decree against us, too!"
The Knights hesitated a moment, fearing the terrible blows of Sir Lancelot. But their King had commanded them to fight. So they hastened toward their goal.
Vivian stood back from the scene, even though she wished to defend her darling Sir Pelleas.
Vivian was thunderstruck by how fearful a fighter Sir Lancelot really was! He smote two or three men at a time! He delighted in blood! It really was thrilling to watch him at the work he had been made to perform!
Vivian's only regret was that his own friends were the ones who fought against him. Only -- some of them did not fight. Instead, they had been moved, on sight of their beloved Lancelot, to try to make peace among the crowd. Some of them, as they tried to make peace, were actually smote down.
Vivian looked up to Guenivere as she stood bound to the stake. She showed no sign of pain. What really flashed through her eyes, though she tried to restrain it, was a love for Lancelot. Vivian could understand that love.
Lancelot, Pelleas, and Lavaine had all but managed to stop the fighting, when a stray blow caught Pelleas from behind, right on the back of his head!
Pelleas fell to the ground, bleeding tremendously. Vivian screamed out, "Pelleas!"
Vivian's scream was like thunder. It stunned all the warriors to silence. Everybody looked over to Vivian. When they did, they were struck with fear. Her eyes were glowing red, and her hair was flying with the winds of fury.
"Get away from my Pelleas!" she screamed. Again her scream shook the Knights. They all backed away. Some of the Knights, at the behest of Lancelot, began to lower Guenivere from her height.
Vivian fell to her knees before Pelleas. She turned Pelleas onto his back. Blood had spurted all along Pelleas' armor. It turned the already blood-soaked ground almost black.
Pelleas looked up at Vivian. He smiled and said, "You did a good job, Viv."
Vivian looked at Pelleas' beautiful face. She couldn't lose him! She couldn't lose Pelleas!
Lancelot, Lavain, and Guenivere came to Vivian's side. Lancelot said, "Fair Vivian, savior of the Queen, for Pelleas we shall call the finest doctor--"
Vivian said, "That won't be necessary."
Vivian and Pelleas suddenly vanished.
Merly had woken from her sleep a few minutes before. Her diaper was full, and it felt all warm and squishy. She kind of liked the feeling, even though she thought it could probably get a little uncomfortable sooner or later.
She sat up and looked around her big room. How nice! All the colors made her feel so babyish and girly. She wanted to get out of her crib to look around. But the bars were so high! She just couldn't get over them.
It didn't matter to her. She sat back down on her squishy, poofy diaper-bottom. She looked up at the bars. There was just something she loved about those bars. She loved being stuck in here, with nobody to get her out except her brand new Mommy.
Then Merly remembered the present her brand new Mommy had given her -- the bear-dolly!
"Or, the bear-teddy," Merly said, trying to remember exactly what Mommy had called the cute present.
Merly picked up the teddy bear and hugged it tight. The teddy bear was so soft and silkly. And it had a funny smile on its face. And it wore the cutest red ribbon around its neck, tied in a bow in front!
"Teddy. What a cutie!" Merly cooed. "You're my new boyfriend." She kissed Teddy on the mouth. She hoped the bear-teddy wouldn't be embarrassed. But he just kept on smiling his silly smile.
Suddenly there was a lot of thumping in the other room. It sounded kind of scary, a little bit violent! Merly was startled!
But then Merly thought, Why, it's only my Mommy! There's nothing to be afraid of! My Mommy will keep me safe!
Then Merly heard what sounded like a young girl's voice saying, "What happened to me? What have you done to me?!"
Merly was again startled. She heard her Mommy's voice reply, "I healed you, Pelleas."
The young girl's voice replied, "This isn't what I call healing! Where's Merlin! I demand that he change me back."
Mommy said, "You don't need to see Merly right now. She's taking a nap. And I have a feeling you need a bottle and a nap, too, little lady!"
The young girl cried, "I don't even know what you're talking about! Let me see Merlin!"
Mommy said, "At least let me get you into your new pretty dress."
The young girl cried, "No! I'm a boy! I don't wear dresses!"
Merly heard a lot of banging and pounding again. It was really scary! And then, a cute, little, naked girl ran into Merly's room!
Merly wasn't scared any more! She was in love! This girl had such a cute, skinny body! She had just a tiny bit of boobies popping off of her chest. She had long, silky, blonde hair, and clear, dark blue eyes.
Merly chirped, "Hi! I'm Merly! And you're my new girlfriend!"
The sexy little girl stomped her feet and said, "Am not! -- Wait a second." The sexy little girl turned her head toward Merly's little crib. She asked, "Did you just say you're Merlin?"
Merly said, "No! I'm Merly!"
Vivian had rushed into Merly's nursery with Sir Pelleas' new panties, bra, and frilly dress. She thought she'd have to subdue Pelleas. But seeing her calmly interacting with Merly, she decided to stand back and wait and see what happened.
Pelleas approached the bars of the crib. This cute little girl inside the crib. Could she really be? Pelleas again said, "Merlin?"
Merly wrinkled up her nose as if she were about to sneeze. She said, "No say that word no more. It's a silly name. It makes me grumpy."
Pelleas said, "But you're the greatest wizard in all of Britain! What are you doing acting like a baby girl?"
Merly said, "Adult baby girl. I no wizard no more. I Mommy's precious Sweetums. And I got a girl pee-pee now. Like you!"
Pelleas looked down at her new body. Along with the strange, sinking sensation she felt, having lost her old, strong body, she also had a sense of happiness, even sexual arousal, looking down at her new self.
Merly said, "It really not bad, Pettias. It really fun, once you used to it. And Mommy is so, so nice. She can kiss your pee-pee and make everything happy."
Pelleas thought she was going to cry. She might actually have started crying, if she hadn't suddenly been embraced from behind by Vivian. Vivian's arms clasped together softly, just above Pelleas' delicate collarbone.
The dress, panties, and bra that Vivian held rested softly against Pelleas' skin. The old-boy part of her was a little disgusted by the feeling. But the girl part of her really liked it, and wanted to put the clothes on right away.
Vivian said, "Pelleas, I brought you here to save you. You were almost killed, by a stupid accident. Don't you know, I loved you from the moment you asked me to dance?"
Merly blushed and said, "Oh... I getting jealous!"
Vivian said, "Look, Merly. You're just gonna have to learn to share your Mommy with your new Big Sister. Otherwise, Baby is gonna get a spanking!"
Merly kept quiet and hugged her new boyfriend Teddy.
Pelleas turned around and was surprised to be reminded that she was now so small that the top of her head only brushed against the underside of Vivvy's breasts! Pelleas let out a girly little squeak of surprise, not unmixed with delight at the sight of Vivvy's breasts.
Vivian said, "I couldn't lose you, Baby. And now I never will. Because from now on, you'll be my adult little girl. And I'll be your loving Mommy."
Vivvy hugged Pelleas tight to her body. The pleasure of being nestled up to Mommy's boobies, as well as the soft, playful sensation of the silk and lace on the new dress fondling Pelleas' bottom, was too much for the adult little girl to stand. In her excitement, she released her bladder -- right onto the floor!
Vivian backed up in panic. She laughed out loud! "Oh, Pelleas! You're going to be cleaning that up, young lady!"
Pelleas cried, "I'm sorry, Mommy! I never potty like that!"
Vivian tapped her chin. "Well, you certainly are an interesting mix, Baby. You have your old mind, almost fully in tact. But it looks like your bladder control is much younger than your body-form. So, I'm afraid to say, but it looks like you're going to have to wear training diapers. At least until you can learn how to control your bathroom functions."
Vivian walked out of the room. Pelleas stood in the room, not far from her puddle of potty, and cried out, "But I'm not a baby like Merly! I'm a girl! Heck, I'm almost an adult!"
Vivian came back into the room, holding a pink Huggies Pull-Up from the 21st century. It had three princesses on the front.
Vivian said, "Not almost. You are an adult. An adult little girl. But, I'm sorry to say, your little girl body is still a little bit more babyish than I'd expected. And you're going to have to wear these Pull-Ups until you can learn to control your potty and poopy."
Pelleas cried, "No, no, no! I'm not putting diapers on my bottom! That makes me a baby girl! And I'm not an adult baby girl! I'm practically an adult adult girl!" Pelleas made for the door to the nursery. But Vivian grabbed her before she could get away.
Vivian pinned Pelleas to the floor. It sure was a struggle! And it was hard for Vivian not to be aroused, holding this hot, wriggly, little body as it writhed and bucked and kicked in her arms. Vivian wanted to dig her face right into Pelleas' crotch. But she knew that Pelleas was in too angry a state for anything positive to come out of that.
So Vivian used a spell to paralyze Pelleas. She then quickly pulled the size 4 Huggies Pull-Ups up her adult little girl's scrawny legs. Vivian cast a spell on the diaper so that only she could take it off. She then unparalyzed Pelleas.
Merly clapped with happiness! "Oh, Pettias! You so sexy in your Princess Diapers!"
Pelleas cried and tried to take off her diapers. But she couldn't. She got mad and threw herself, stomach-down, on the floor. She banged and banged her skinny arms and legs against the ground. She screamed and screamed.
Vivian said, "Scream as much as you want, Baby. We're in the hidden forest of Broceliande. Nobody's going to hear you screaming here. But instead of screaming, why don't you just accept the fact that you need to wear diapers? It's not that bad."
Pelleas rolled over onto her back. Her face was wet with tears. She said, "Easy for you to say, Mommy! First I was a big, strong man! Then I was a naked adult little girl. Now I even have to wear diapers like a baby! It's not fair!"
Pelleas cried. Vivian crawled down toward Pelleas, thinking, I can tell someone needs a nap.
Vivian lifted up Pelleas' pretty, little head and cradled it in her breasts. It felt so good that Pelleas lost control of her bladder and pottied into her diaper!
Pelleas, in her embarrassment, got mad and -- slapped Vivian!
With not even a second's notice, Pelleas was pulled up in a firm embrace. She was carried over to a tall white rocking chair that had a pink unicorn design on its back.
Vivian sat down in the rocking chair and lay Pelleas, stomach-down, against her lap. Vivian tore off Pelleas' wet Huggies Pull-Ups and began slapping Pelleas' tight, tiny bottom.
Pelleas cried, "Stop! Ow! Stop, Mommy, please!"
But Mommy wouldn't stop until Pelleas had gotten calmed down.
Pelleas, however, began to feel a very warm sensation in her bottom as Mommy kept spanking. It reminded Pelleas of a fun sensation she used to have when she was a big, strong man! That memory was giving Pelleas such pleasure right now! So much pleasure that Pelleas actually called out, "Oh, Arthur! More, Arthur, more!"
Mommy tried to keep spanking Pelleas. But now she stopped. She started laughing uncontrollably.
Pelleas said, "What is it, Mommy?"
Mommy said, "I forgot that you and Arthur played that way. Well, I have a surprise for you, Baby. Here. Hop off my knee."
Pelleas did as she was told. She watched her Mommy stand up and take off her dress. Mommy's body was so perfect! Pelleas felt so sexy just gazing at her Mommy's body!
Mommy pointed to a bed with a pink, plastic frame that looked like a mix between a cupcake and a castle. Mommy said, "Now get onto the edge of that bed, Baby. And get on all fours. Like you would for Arthur."
Pelleas did as she was told. Pelleas waited for a few seconds as she heard the opening and shutting of a few drawers, a couple snaps, and slides, and then a gooey, liquidy kind of sound.
Then suddenly Pelleas felt Mommy slowly carressing her bottom! Oh, it was so nice! Mommy had just the right touch! Even better than Arthur!
Then Pelleas felt something hard, but coated in something soft, push its way bit by bit into her tiny, tight, little bottom hole. Pelleas moaned in pleasure and suddenly felt wetness between her legs. She could smell her wetness and her Mommy's wetness.
Then Pelleas felt a sharp pain. But right after the pain, she felt all the happiness come right back! Pelleas thought to herself, I'm not a virgin! All over again!
Mommy cuddled over on Pelleas' back and began to massage Pelleas' just-budding boobies. Pelleas was panting with joy and desire.
But Mommy heard a little voice crying, "Mommy? Mommy? I wanna play wif you and Pettias too!"
Mommy thought, Oh, how could I forget my precious adult baby girl? She pulled her strap-on dildo out of Pelleas' tight behind and walked over to Merly's crib.
Merly saw the huge, dirty dildo, and said, "Oh, I hope you put that in me one day, Mommy!"
Mommy lifted Merly out of her crib and said, "I will, Baby. Don't you worry. I'll shove it all the way up inside you."
Merly's little tummy rumbled with delight!
Mommy laid Merly on her back. She was pleased to see that Pelleas had remained in her waiting position, on all fours on the bed. Mommy took off Merly's onesie and diaper. The diaper was quite full of potty!
Mommy shifted Merly over and lifted up her legs, positioning them on Pelleas' birdy, little shoulders. She then pulled Merly up a little more, so that Merly's tiny crotch was sucked up nicely against Pelleas' tiny mouth. The position looked a little straining for Merly, so Mommy asked, "Can you balance okay, Baby?"
Merly replied, "I balance fine, Mommy! Long as Big Sister licks my pee-pee a whole lot!"
Mommy said, "Can you do that, Pelleas?"
Pelleas said, "Yes, Mommy. Long as Mommy uses her big toy on my bottom a whole lot!"
Mommy said, "That won't be a problem!"
So Mommy shoved her dildo back into Pelleas' bottom. She worked back and forth, sending Pelleas into ecstasy. And the more ecstasy Pelleas felt, the more she passed it along to Merly, with her nimble, little tongue!
All three girls worked themselves up into a frenzy of delight. And they all came at just about the same time! Merly, in her utter happiness, flopped right off of Pelleas' agile mouth and onto the bed. She was already snoozing away in happy sleep. And Pelleas barely gave Mommy time to pull out of her pounding-reddened bottom before she, too, rolled over on the cupcake-castle bed and fell asleep.
Merly, oddly, had latched onto the wet diaper, as if it were a stuffed animal. She was sleeping cuddled up with that. Vivian tried to take it away. But Merly was holding onto it too tight. So Vivian figured, whatever.
Vivian shifted her two sweet adult girls into a better position for sleeping. She got the blankets of the cupcake-castle bed over the two girls. She stood over them, admiring them. She thought for a moment that she'd go make dinner for everybody while the adult girls were napping.
But the girls just looked so peaceful and happy that she decided to hop into the bed with them and take a nap herself. Vivian snuggled up with Pelleas and Merly. Merly finally let go of the wet diaper and latched onto her brand new Mommy.
And Mommy thought to herself, as she drifted off to sleep, I'm so happy here with my adult babies in Broceliande. I wish it could be like this forever.
But Vivian knew the happiness would only be fleeting. For war still loomed on the horizon in King Arthur's realm. And Vivian would have to play her part in the final destiny of the Knights of the Round Table.
To be continued...
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Preemie, there is nobody else who can write stories like this -- so well-crafted and erudite, and yet everybody's so naughty! *giggle* And I do mean naughty, said in a silly and blushing way, and not dirty, because there is nothing dirty about having pleasure and being happy.
I'm looking forward to this story's continuation and conclusion!
Sunshine & rainbows,
Because Heaven needs to hear it too."
"So sing aloud now, your favorite music
-- Jennifer Funshine
Born too soon live 2 long
Thank you very much for your nice comments Baby Jenae!
It was nice to hear your comments, too, Lil Jennie!
I agree with your statement that there is nothing dirty about having pleasure and being happy.
I hope that you continue to have fun reading the story. There is a little bit more in this entry.
Thanks again for reading, Babies! I will keep doing my best for you!
Her name became Sissy Petticoats. And this is how:
Merly, in all her cuteness, could not for the life of her ever say "Pelleas." She always said "Pettias!"
Mommy thought of what she could do to accommodate both Pelleas and Merly. She thought she would re-name Pelleas Pretty-ass, since it was true -- Pelleas had quite a pretty ass as an adult little girl. But Vivian reflected that if she had to call Pelleas "Pretty-ass" all the time, she'd never want to do anything all day except ram that pretty, little ass.
Then she thought she might call Pelleas "Prettiest." But she didn't want to make Merly jealous of her in that way. Both of Mommy's Babies were equally pretty and equally sexy. So it wouldn't do to call one "Prettiest."
But Mommy soon had her answer.
Mommy commanded her adult little girl, right from the beginning, to wear nothing but the frilliest, silkiest, and laciest of dresses. They were mostly pink. And they were a cute mix of courtly garments and French maid fetish costumes.
The skirts were so short that they hardly covered half of the poor little girl's bottom. But they also poofed out a whole lot and had a lot of lacy material underneath, providing quite a delicate bouquet around the rose of Pelleas' pink Pull-Ups diaper.
Mommy also commanded her adult little girl to wear sheer, white stockings, strapped to a garter belt. The combination of the stockings and straps with the puffy-bottomed training diaper on her little girl Pelleas always managed to make Mommy feel so hot and juicy between her legs.
Merly thought the look was wonderful, too! She said, "When I goes up, I wanna be a model, like my Sissy Pettias!"
Pelleas, who had gotten quite used to her new role as a girl after her Mommy had given her that first enjoyable rear-end screwing, was so happy with her little Sissy's comment that she picked her up and spun her around.
But, sheesh! Pelleas wasn't as strong as she used to be! And she almost fell down on her hiney when she spun her little Sissy around!
Pelleas carefully put Merly down. But Merly said, "Pin me again, Sissy! Pin me again!"
Pelleas bent over to his her little Sissy tenderly on the lips. Mommy watched hungrily as Pelleas' skinny, diapered bottom was fully exposed to her.
Pelleas said, "Baby, I can't spin you so much! You're a tiny, little baby. But my girly arms are too weak to handle you!"
Merly said, "Then pin by you-self Big Sissy! I wanna see you pin!"
Pelleas laughed a musical, little laugh. She spun around in a circle a few times. She relished the feeling of the breeze rushing through the silk and lace of her little dress and carressing her skin. Most of all, she loved the crinkling sound of her training diapers as she twisted her legs to and fro.
But what Merly loved was to see all the lacy folds underneath the skirt, all bunching up so nicely against her Big Sissy's training diaper.
When Big Sissy stopped spinning, Merly waddled up to her and grabbed the lacy folds. Merly said, "That's neat, Big Sissy! I want one too!"
"Want what, Baby?"
"I wanna lacy blanky to cover my diapers, too!"
Mommy laughed her little Babies. She walked up to them, then knelt down beside Merly. Mommy put a gentle hand on Pelleas' inner thigh. Mommy could feel Pelleas tremble with pleasure.
With her other hand, Mommy fingered one of the lacy folds under Pelleas' skirt. She asked Merly, "Do you know what this is called?"
Merly said, "A lacy blanky?"
Mommy laughed and nuzzled her cute adult baby girl's tiny nose. She said, "No, my sexy darling. But that's a good guess."
"Then what it calls, Mommy?"
"It's called a petticoat!"
"Oh, I get it!"
"Yeah! For my Big Sissy Pettias! It Petticoat for Pettias! It my Sissy Petticoats!"
Mommy found that name really fit Sissy Petticoats. And so she kept it. Merly would call her Big Sissy, Sissy Pettias, Sissy Petty, and Sissy Petticoats, all depending on how well her adult mind was funcitoning.
Mommy Vivvy was kind of surprised to find the kind of adult baby that Sissy Petticoats had become. She hadn't really thrown a fit after her initial transformation. Unless she purposely wanted to get spanked. Which sometimes she really did. And at those times, boy did her Mommy give her bottom a spanking. And a whole lot more!
And Sissy Petticoats actually loved wearing her training diapers. She also had a whole drawer of training panties. But she only wore them when she wanted to play a certain kind of game with Mommy Vivvy. It was another kind of spanking game.
Sissy Petticoats would get all dressed up in her maid's dress and her training panties. Her favorite kind were made out of a kind of terri cloth that was extra soft and rode up nicely on her hips, so that she felt really sexy. Then she would go to one of the rooms in the house with no carpeting, like the kitchen or the bathroom.
She would make sure she'd drank a lot of water or milk or juice. And she knew she couldn't hold herself. So she'd wet all the way through her panties! And onto the floor! Sometimes the potty just rushed out of her little girl's pee-pee! And it felt so wonderful! But what felt even better for Sissy Petticoats was lifting up her skirts to see the wetness all over her favorite, sexiest training panties.
Another successful training, Sissy Petticoats would think!
Then Mommy would come in and see how Sissy Petticoats had wet the whole floor! She would grab Sissy Petticoats and lay her down, with a splash!, on her stomach, in her own potty, and begin to spank her!
Mommy would soon be wet with Sissy Petticoats' potty, too. The girls would soon both be hot and wet. Mommy would get one of her favorite tools and start using it on Sissy Petticoats' ready, little bottom. Sissy Petticoats loved it so much when Mommy loved her while she lay on her stomach in her own potty. She especially loved it when Mommy didn't strip her naked, so that her sexy, pretty dress got all soaked in potty.
Sometimes Mommy would feel extra generous, or -- maybe -- extra horny. And then Mommy and Baby would play that spanking game with Sissy Petticoats' poo-poo instead of with her potty. And on those days, Sissy Petticoats, her legs dripping with potty and cum and poo-poo, would feel like the happiest adult little girl in the world.
Of course, then Sissy Petticoats would have to clean up the mess all by herself. And Mommy was dirty, too. So Sissy Petticoats, dressed in her maid's dress, would have to give Mommy a sponge bubble-bath. And even once Mommy was all cleaned, Sissy Petticoats' little girl tongue would have to give a special cleaning to Mommy's big girl pee-pee.
But, in spite of the fact that Sissy Petticoats had the body of an adult little girl, and in spite of the fact that, normally, she could perform all manner of maid's tasks around the Castle Broceliande, she still had a lot of adult baby girl tendencies.
For instance, Mommy often found Sissy Petticoats playing with Merly's diapers. The diapers were a bit too small for Petty. And they squeezed her bottom pretty tightly. But, when Petty thought she was alone, she would often play around in Merly's diapers, even wetting them or messing in them.
Petty never thought Mommy knew about this. After all, Petty was commanded to do all the cleaning in the house. And she was commanded to take out all of Merly's and her dirty diapers.
She was also taught and commanded by her sexy Mommy to perform the few magical spells that would do things around the house like bringing new diapers, ordering new cleaning supplies, and purchasing new dresses from a place called the Sissy Kiss Boutique.
So Mommy knew that Petty thought that if she stole and used some of Merly's baby diapers for herself, her Mommy would never know!
Silly Baby. Your loving Mommy sees everything you do...
But it wasn't just what Sissy Petticoats did when she thought nobody was looking. Even around Mommy and Little Sissy Merly, Petty would suck on a pacifier. She would often hop into the playpen with Merly, even though she was perfectly fine being outside of the playpen. She would often go days without eating big people food. She would only drink bottles. And sometimes Mommy would even breast feed her. Petty needed it!
Sometimes people might even think that Merly was mentally older than Sissy Petticoats! Sissy Petticoats would crawl around while Merly waddle-walked. Sometimes Sissy Petticoats might lay on her back for hours at a time, shaking a rattle before her eyes and sucking on her pacifier. The big event of the day might be rolling over onto her stomach and patting the soft, colorful blanket underneath her with her palms.
Merly would have been bored by such a babyish occupation!
But, despite her babyish behavior, Sissy Petticoats was extremely responsible. She could do all the maid work Mommy commanded her to do. And when Mommy had to go off to work, Sissy Petticoats was the perfect baby sitter.
But one day Mommy had to take Sissy Petticoats to work with her. Merly was so jealous! And Sissy Petticoats was so proud!
Merly, sitting wrapped in a soggy diaper (she could never bear to part with a diaper until she absolutely had to) and wearing a pink tank top, called from her lovely playpen, "Why Petty gets to go wif you? I a bigger girl!"
Sissy Petticoats put her hands on her hips, stuck out her bottom, and leanded toward the playpen, saying, "You are not! I'm the Big Sissy!"
Mommy told her two Babies to calm down. She said, "Merly, the Queen herself has invited Sir Pelleas to come a-Maying with her. I can't disappoint the Queen. I have to take Sissy Petticoats with me. After all, she used to be Sir Pelleas."
Petty said, "I used to be a big, strong man, didn't I Mommy? And sexy, too! That was fun! But this is funner!" Petty stretched out one of her tiny, skinny legs luxuriantly, hearing the Huggies Pull-Up crinkle a bit with her leg's movement.
Mommy said, "Yes, Baby. You were fun then. And you're even more fun now."
Petticoats rushed to her Mommy and hugged her tightly. She nestled the top of her head against the bottom of her Mommy's warm, full breasts. The feeling was so good that Baby made a big potty inside her Pull-Ups.
Merly, a tiny bit dejected, said, "Mommy? What's a-Maying?"
Mommy said, "Well, Baby, a-Maying is when the Queen takes the ten prettiest boys in all the kingdom. And the pretty boys each bring a pretty girl. And they all bring group of servants and squires. And they all go out into the ****s and have a picnic and a party."
Merly cried, "No fair! I wanna go picnic party!"
Mommy said, "You can't, Baby. Sissy Petticoats wouldn't be coming, either. This situation, like all the jobs I go on, is too dangerous for a little baby like you."
"Not ifs you give me my magic powers back, Mommy."
"Well, Baby, I'm never going to give you your magic powers back. You're just going to have to be happy being my adult baby girl forever."
"I'm super duper happy, Mommy! You take care a lots for me! But I wanna go a-Maying!"
Mommy said, "You can't Baby. Sissy Petticoats was asked to come. I can't deny the Queen. Otherwise, she'd be here, babysitting you."
Petty asked, "But, Mommy, are you going to turn me back into a stinky boy?"
Mommy laughed and said, "Oh, no. Not on your life. You'll never be a boy again."
Petty said, "Whew!"
Mommy said, "I'm going to turn into you. And you're going to be my pretty girl companion."
"You're going to turn into a sexy boy?"
"And I'm going to be a sexy big girl?"
Mommy laughed again. "No! Nope. You're going to be your little Sissy self. Forever. I won't have it any other way."
Petticoats got a little afraid. "But, Mommy! All those boys in Arthur's castles are my old friends! They can't see me like this! As a sexy little girl who wets her Pull-Ups and sucks a paci!"
"But they won't know you, Baby. They'll think I'm you."
"Oh, this is so embarrassing."
Mommy grinned a little bit. Well, she thought, a little embarrassment for my adult little girl might add some new spice to our sex life.
"You'll be okay, Baby," Mommy said, and patted her Baby's back.
Merly called from her playpen, "See, Petty? A-Maying ain't as fun as you thought, huh?" Then she gave a cute, energetic giggle and hugged her boyfriend Teddy, the bear-dolly.
Mommy had an adult friend who lived just beyond Broceliande, in the land of Avalon. Her name was Morgan Le Fay. And she was King Arthur's sister. She was incredibly sexy. She had gorgeous, red hair and green eyes. And she wore beautiful, purple dresses that always clung to the beautiful curves of her adult body.
Morgan Le Fay only came over every once in a while. But whenever she did, Merly had the warmest, cuddliest feeling in her heart and tummy.
So Mommy got Morgan Le Fay to come over and babysit Merly. That was some favor! Merly thought. Morgan Le Fay is always so busy doing important things over in Avalon. But now she's coming here just to babysit me!
Merly had a guilty little pleasure right then. She pooped in her diaper, right before Auntie Morgan came over. So that way Mommy couldn't change her diaper, but Auntie Morgan would have to. Merly just loved the way that Auntie Morgan cleaned Merly up and changed her little diaper.
Morgan finally arrived. Mommy gave Morgan the details of where she'd be. "Queen Guenivere wants the party to be finished by eight, so she can get home by ten. So Petticoats and I should be back here around eight or so, I should think."
Morgan said, "Take your time. Maybe Merly and I will have a picnic of our own." Morgan bent over Merly's playpen and cooed, "What do you think of that, my precious little niece-y?"
Merly saw Auntie's ample chest and thought, I hope we have your babas for the picnic meal. Merly said, "We have picnic, Auntie? Hoo-way!" She clapped her little hands gleefully.
Morgan was so taken by her sexy, little adult baby niece's behavior that she picked her up out of the playpen and hugged her tightly. She got a whiff of Merly's dirty diaper.
"Uh-oh. My special adult baby girl needs a change, doesn't she?"
Mommy said, "You two have fun, now. And -- oh, if you do want to go on a picnic -- what do you have down in the fridge, Petty?"
"Just about anything. She can make sandwiches. We have some pie. And juice. And soda -- for the adults only!"
Mommy tousled her adult little girl's hair and said, "That's right, Baby. Well, then, I guess Sissy Petticoats and I should get going."
Morgan said, "Oh -- wait! Where's my payment for babysitting your girl?"
Mommy said, "Oh! I almost forgot! Here it is." Mommy walked up to Morgan and embraced her, even while she held Merly!
Merly felt the squishing of her wet and poopy diaper up against her bottom. It was so terrific!
Mommy then kissed Morgan on the mouth -- with tongue! Merly heard the two sexy adult girl tongues slicking over each other. She felt the hotness of the two adult girls' breath against her cheek. Poor Merly was just swooning with sexual arousal.
Merly gasped, "Me too, me too!"
So Mommy and Morgan, their eyes glazed over with pleasure, turned their heads to their adult baby girl. They both stuck their sweet, hot tongues into Merly's tiny, little mouth. Merly could barely fit both tongues into her mouth. But she opened really wide. Ahh...! And let the two pink tongues play around on her little pink tongue.
Mommy squeezed Merly and Morgan even tighter. Merly felt the poop smash all over her bottom! It was so perfect! It was such a mess, and Morgan would be so caring and nice in cleaning it all off of Merly! The thought -- and the tongues -- made Merly so happy that she suddenly had an orgasm!
"Oh!" Merly gargled in ecstasy around the big tongues in her mouth.
Mommy and Auntie pulled their tongues out of Merly. They looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
Then Mommy grabbed Petticoats' hand hand left the nursery.
Sissy Petticoats saw the Queen, and all the people before the castle! Arrayed in beautiful, green attire. All the knights and their ladies, and even their servants, were decked only in green, gold, and white. They were attired with silks and rich cloths. And the ladies dresses flowes as well with sheer fabrics of faint white or pale green.
Only the most beautiful horses of the clearest colors -- white, black, and red -- stood bridled and saddled for the day. And the servants had with them all manner of equipment, food, and drink for the celebration.
Mommy and Sissy Petticoats had just arrived. Sissy Petticoats felt a bit out of place, seeing how the company had all worn green. "Mommy," Petticoats said, "I'm wearing my plain old pink outfit!"
Mommy said, "Uh-uh, Baby. Look at how I changed us on our trip!"
Mommy was right! Mommy herself was quite different! She was a -- well she was Sir Pelleas, Baby guessed. A big strong man wearing tight, green pants and a green, velvet shirt with folds of a cream white fabric covering his chest and crossed over with laces of bright gold.
"You're beautiful, Mommy!"
Mommy said, "You have to call me Sir Pelleas while I look like this. You don't call boys Mommy in public. At least, not in this day and age. Besides, if you think I'm beautiful, you should look at yourself. You're downright gorgeous!"
Petticoats thought, "Is that true?"
And it was! Petticoats was dressed in the smoothest silk dress. It clung tightly to her skinny, little frame and even seemed to accentuate her budding, little boobies -- the boobies that would eternally bud and never bloom. And right below her tiny boobies, lacy frills went all the way around the dress.
Petticoats' sleeves poofed out delightfully. And Petticoats' skirt was as short as ever, if not shorter, exposing her tight, little petty-ass.
But what was this? Over the Baby's training diaper, there was a pale green, plastic pair of panties! These plastic panties were just a little loose. And, from the thickness and cheapness of the plastic, Baby could tell that they would be extra crinkly.
"Oh! Mommy!" Petty started in embarrassment. Then she caught herself and said, "Oh, Sir Pelleas! How can I walk around in these things? My bottom will be making crinkling noises wherever I walk! All my old pals will think I'm the Sissiest thing ever!"
"Well, aren't you?"
"Well, yes... But it's embarrassing!"
Exactly, Mommy thought. Sir Pelleas grinned down at Petticoats. Petticoats got super-aroused by Mommy's boyish grin.
Boy!, Petticoats thought. Mommy plays a sexy boy pretty well!
Sir Pelleas took Petticoats' hand and walked with her to Queen Guenivere. Crinkle! Crinkle! The diaper and the plastic panties were making all kinds of embarrassing, sissyish noises.
Not to mention the fact that Petticoats had pottied herself, making her diaper even poofier!
Queen Guenivere smiled at Sir Pelleas. Something seemed different about him. He seemed to remind her of somebody else. What was more, Pelleas seemed to be extremely sexually attractive to Guenivere. This was kind of a surprise to Guenivere.
Queen Guenivere had always thought of Pelleas as a brave knight. But he was never very sexy to her. He always seemed to be more like Arthur's type. Not like Lancelot. Lancelot could do Arthur and then come around and give Guenivere a ride all night long.
Yes, Lancelot is a man for all seasons, Guenivere thought.
Stupid Lancelot, Guenivere then replied to her own thought.
Guenivere told Pelleas, "Well, I'm glad you could make it. Unlike that boor Lancelot. He refused to come out with me!"
Vivian, as Pelleas, feigned surprise that Lancelot had refused to come a-Maying with Guenivere. But Vivian saw into Guenivere's mind. She saw how Lancelot was trying his best not to create a scandal by being seen too often with Guenivere.
Guenivere should have seen what Lancelot's intentions were. But she was so in love with Lancelot that any time he refused to see her, it felt as if she were being fully cast out of Lancelot's life.
Pelleas said, "My fair Queen, Lancelot is one of the bravest knights in the land. And one of the wisest. If he chose not to come a-Maying with you, it must be for a good reason."
Guenivere said, "Oh, it's for a good reason, alright. But I hate good reasons!" Guenivere's eye then caught the little slip of a girl holding Pelleas' hand. "A little young for you, isn't she, Pelleas?"
Now it was Vivian's turn to blush in embarrassment. Vivian, as Pelleas, said, "She... but she... she has a... she's full-grown. But this is as grown as she's gotten."
Guenivere said, "Ah... I see. Stunted in her growth. So always she seems a little girl. Well, if it turns you on, then I see no problem with it. And she seems to have done something positive for you, brave Pelleas. Your appearance is more comely to me than ever it has been."
Pelleas blushed again.
Guenivere asked, "Only -- what is that strange device hugging the girl's loins? It glimmers like silk, but it looks much rougher."
Pelleas replied, "The adult little girl has troubles holding her bladder, my Queen."
Petticoats blushed! She saw that the knights and ladies had all heard what her Mommy, as Pelleas, had just said! The knights and ladies all turned their heads in interest, to take a look at the object of conversation. No! Petticoats thought. Please stop this embarrassment!
But it didn't stop. Guenivere said, "Do you mean to tell me that this, as you call her, adult little girl, cannot control whether her water floweth from her loins?"
Pelleas replied, "Indeed, she is as lacking in that control, my Queen, as is a little baby."
The knights began to mumble and chuckle among themselves, "Hear that? The sexy little waif wets herself!"
The ladies replies, their words hidden behind their hands, "Poor little dullard, she's as helpless as an infant."
Some knights were already looking at Petticoats with a sexual curiosity. One knight said to another, "You know, I've heard that the ones who wet themselves do so from the fiery passions within them."
Another knight nodded, still staring at Petticoats.
Oh, no! My old pals! Petticoats thought. They all think I potty myself like a little baby! And I do! They're right! And they think it's sexy. And they're right! It is!
It was so embarrassing. And Petticoats wanted to go home.
Mommy sensed all of this and found it quite lovely. It made her want to play naked with Sissy Petticoats all day long. But that would have to wait, for a little while, at least.
Mommy said, "Come now, Baby."
(A lady giggled, "He calleth her a baby!")
Mommy continued, "Go shake the hands of the knights who regard you."
Petticoats shyly walked up to the knights in her potty-puffed diaper and plastic panties. As soon as the knights heard the noise, they said, "Why! Her undergarments make all manner of crackling noises!"
The knights and ladies all let out a boisterous laugh. Petticoats turned to her Mommy for support. But Mommy, as Sir Pelleas, waved Petticoats forward to shake hands with the knights.
"I'm Sir Gawain."
"I'm Sir Gaheris."
"Call me Gareth."
"Bors, at your service, my infantine Lady."
One of the ladies said, "She's kind of cute, isn't she? Bors, let's have her ride on my horse. I'm sure I could fit her between my thighs."
Bors regarded his lady. "Yes, I'm sure you'd like to fit her between your thighs."
The lady replied, "Well you'd like to fit yourself between her thighs!"
Sir Pelleas said, "She's my adult little lady, if I may presume to remind you of this."
Bors chuckled and nodded at Pelleas. The lady simply turned her head upward and away, sulkily.
The party wandered out seven miles from Arthur's castle. There they set up their picnic near a brook. The brook had a perfect blend of sun and shade, of forest for exploring, and of open areas for resting on blankets, playing music and dancing, or engaging in various manner of sport.
Some of the ladies gathered flowers and wove them into chains. They made necklaces, bracelets, crowns and belts out of the flowers and herbs they gathered. Some of the ladies who were especially fond of Petticoats grabbed her tiny, little hand and took her with them.
They stole kisses from Petticoats when they could, and they found little excuses to topple down on Petticoats, and end up in an embrace with her on the cool grass, near the crystal stream. They would rub their legs up against the queerly crackling undergarments of the little girl with no bladder control. And when they heard the delicious crackling, they would fall to kissing their darling on the cheeks again.
Some of the more daring ladies were on the brink of tearing off that curious, crinkly undergarment of the girl's when Sir Pelleas had to stroll around and spoil the fun.
"Come, now, Petticoats," Mommy called to her little Baby. "Time for you and me and Queen Guenivere to go on a walk."
Baby was happy to see her Mommy. Her diaper had soaked through and her potty was beginning to leak into the plastic panties. She really needed her Mommy to change her!
Baby got onto all fours, instinctively, and crawled over to Mommy, or Sir Pelleas. The ladies who had been devouring Baby with kisses remained sitting on the grass, watching their sexy darling crawl away, her little tushy swinging back and forth so invitingly.
Some of the ladies saw how the wetness in Petticoats' plastic panties made a little bit of a dark, slightly yellow patch. That only made them even more desirous of the adult little girl's body. But they bit their lips and thought, Surely I'll make my lord the knight a hard worker this evening.
A ways down the stream, at a clearing that was quiet, secluded from any view of the camp, and yet perfectly sunny and full of white daisies, Sir Pelleas asked, "My Queen, would you allow us to take a rest here?"
Queen Guenivere thought, I thought you'd never ask! All she'd wanted was to get Pelleas and this charming little girl alone. She had many a design for the couple.
Guenivere devoted herself heart and soul to two men only -- King Arthur and Sir Lancelot. Each man had his own good and bad points. And each man complemented the other. And each man loved the other!
In this sense, Guenivere considered herself faithful. She loved two men only. It was the fault of the world that they couldn't accept her love. Or, rather, it was the fault of the noblemen of this infant kingdom, that it used Guenivere's strange love as a mask for their jealousy. They were jealous of her. They wanted to get rid of her. And her strange love for two men was the excuse they always used to try and get rid of her.
But Guenivere remained faithful to her two men. So why was she now so willing to break that faith with Sir Pelleas? She had only once before felt so instantly drawn to another person. And that was with a woman... That woman of Merlin's...
Guenivere saw that Sir Pelleas had laid out a blanket. The adult little girl, Petticoats, lay on her back on the blanket. Sir Pelleas pushed up the girl's short skirt and petticoats what length they needed to go up. She then began pulling the strangely crackling undergarments down the girl's skinny legs.
Oh, no! Guenivere thought. I need to see this! She hurried over to Sir Pelleas and Petticoats.
"You sure got your plastic panties wet, Baby," Pelleas said. The drips of the potty on the panties gleamed in then sunlight. Pelleas had a strange, colorful bag by his side. He lifted it up and shook it before Petticoats' face. He said, "But thankfully I have another pair in your diaper bag, Baby!"
"You always pwepared, Mommy!" Petticoats said, from behind some kind of lime-green sucking implement that had been placed in her mouth.
"I sure do--" Pelleas started.
"Wait," Guenivere just said. "Did the young girl call you Mommy?"
Pelleas blushed. He said, "Yes. She called me Mommy."
"You like to be referreed to as a Mommy? As a woman?"
Pelleas nodded. Guenivere thought, Well, this is passing queer.
Pelleas said, "I am a woman."
Guenivere said, "Pelleas! You, a woman? I never knew!"
Pelleas said, "Because it was never true, until today."
Guenivere said, "How can that be. Have you been changed into a woman, Pelleas?"
Petticoats replied, "I have, my Queen."
Guenivere said, "I addressed Pelleas."
Petticoats took the pacifiere out of her mouth and replied, "And Pelleas has answered. Or, she who once was Pelleas. And is now Petticoats."
Guenivere said, "Then if you're Pelleas, then who's this Pelle--"
But when Guenivere looked at Pelleas, she now saw Vivian! Vivian was dressed in a rich robe of green velvet, with a bodice of folding, cream-white fabric and lacing of bright gold. Her black hair glistened in the sunlight. Her full lips smiled at Guenivere.
Guenivere said, "I see now."
Vivian said, "See what?"
"See why I was so attracted to you. I must have sensed it was you all along. I couldn't see why I'd been attracted to Pelleas. I'd never been attracted to him before?"
"Oh. That's too bad," Petticoats said.
"Oh, no offense, Petticoats," Guenivere apologized. "I find you terribly sexy the way you are now."
"Me too!" Petticoats cheered.
"But the only person, other than Lancelot, who made me so ravenously aroused, was Vivian. And I still don't know what it is about you. But --"
Guenivere saw Vivian starting to wrap Petticoats up in another diaper. "Oh, don't do that yet, would you?"
Vivian left the fresh diaper off of Petticoats. "You'd like me to keep my Baby naked, my Queen?"
Guenivere cooed, "Yes. Leave her naked. And let's us two get naked as well."
Vivian smiled. "Yes, my Queen."
Guenivere said, "Oh, at last!" She giggled and flopped down on Vivian. "Thank you. Thank you, thank you." She began kissing Vivian all over.
Within a matter of second, Guenivere had Vivian all unlaced and undone. Guenivere sat up to undo herself. She turned to Petticoats, who still lay on her back. She said, "Baby, would you come over here and make me naked while I make your Mommy naked?"
"Uh-huh..." Petticoats cooed. She stood up and padded her cute feet through the tickly grass and daisies until she reached Guenivere.
Mommy was sat up, and Guenivere was pulling off Mommy's dress. Mommy's dark eyes gleamed with eagerness at the Queen's pretty face. Petticoats softly pulled the dress off of the Queen. Now both adult girls were naked, their fair skin radiant in the May sunlight.
Petticoats was aroused. "Oh, no," she said, right before she splashed her potty all over the Queen and her Mommy!
Petticoats was so embarrassed she was about to cry. She said, "I'll clean it up!"
Guenivere said, "We're in the forest! There's nothing to clean up!" She laughed. "You really can't control your bladder, can you Baby?"
Petticoats shook her head. "Nope. I just potty whenever and wherever. That's why I have to stay in diapers, for my whole life!"
Guenivere laughed and hugged the Baby. The warm potty and the girl's skinny, slinky body, all made Guenivere feel so ready. The three girls all laughed and hugged each other.
Then Guenivere pulled the two girls down on top of her. She said, "Suckle at my breasts. The both of you." Just saying it made her feel so hot!
The two girls obeyed their Queen. They sucked eagerly at Guenivere's breasts. Guenivere panted. She felt her vagina getting warm and wet. She grabbed one of Vivian's hands and shoved it into her vagina. Vivian took the command and rubbed two, three, and then four of her fingers into and out of Guenivere.
Guenivere began writhing in pleasure. She fumbled around Vivian's delightfully round ass and then between her thighs. She found Vivian's vagina from the rear end. She slid her fingers into and out of Vivian with the same intensity as Vivian did for her.
"Stop sucking me, Viv. Get up here and kiss me."
Vivian obeyed the Queen. Two two ladies' tongues intertwined. Guenivere licked the inside of Vivian's cheeks, feeling the silkly flesh in Vivian's perfect mouth.
Guenivere stroked the back of the adult little girl. Petticoats was wriggling about in all kinds of pleasure. She particularly loved it when people let her have sex with her dressies on. The skirts were so short that they always provided easy access. And Petticoats was so skinny that you could push and dress as far up her back as you wanted.
Now Baby felt Guenivere rubbing her hands down her back, to the small of her back, and then onto her bottom. Guenivere slid her fingers in between Baby's bottom cheeks. Petticoats gasped in happiness as she felt Guenivere stick first one finger, then two, then even three into Petty's bottom hole.
Petticoats said, "Yes, my Queen! Oh, yes!"
Guenivere said, "Don't talk, Baby. Keep sucking!"
So Petticoats kepts sucking on Guenivere's breast. She knew what Guenivere wanted. And she'd been sucking her Mommy enough to know how to make it happen. It was Baby's intiution. Guenivere moaned in ecstasy when the milk started flowing from the sucked nipple. She came right then and there.
Vivian could feel that Guenivere had come. She asked, "My Queen, are you satisfied?"
Guenivere nodded and smiled.
Vivian said, "May I ask a favor in return?"
Vivian sat up onto her knees. Guenivere eyed the woman's beautiful body. Vivian took the hand that had been up inside of her. She fashioned Guenivere's hand into a fist. She said, "Now just hold it that way, okay?"
Vivian began to ride up and down on Guenivere's fist. Guenivere felt the wet, silky, pulsating softness inside of the woman. Vivian began breathing harder.
"Oh, Guenivere! You're so good! I love you, I love you!" Vivian shouted. As she rode up and down intensely on Guenivere's fist, her full breasts bounced and jiggled up and down. "Yes! Yes!"
At the same time, Petticoats began howling from Guenivere's milky breast like a little puppy. "Uhn, uhn!"
And then Guenivere knew that Petticoats had come. Because she again pottied all over Guenivere. Petticoats' potty, all by itself, made Guenivere come all over again!
Guenivere removed her fingers from Petticoat's bottom hole and said, "Get up here, you little slut, and kiss your Queen."
Petticoats moved up. Guenivere looked down to see her breast dripping with milk. Petticoats' chin was also dripping with Guenivere's milk. When Petticoat kissed Gueinvere, she did it with a mouth full of Guenivere's milk!
Guenivere moaned into Petticoats' tight, little mouth!
These ladies made me come three times in a row!, Guenivere thought. Not even Lancelot has done that to me!
Finally Vivian tightened and spasmed around Guenivere's fist. She screamed deeply, panted in satisfication, and pulled up off of Guenivere.
The girls all rolled over onto the blanket in exhaustion. Vivian and Petticoats cuddled up to their sexy, warm Queen. "Geez, Guenivere," Vivian said, "You're a real stud."
The girls only napped for half an hour or so. They then got up and bathed in the brook a little. Then Vivian showed Guenivere how paper diapers and plastic panties worked.
Vivian had a hard time explaining exactly how something like paper had been made for use as a diaper. She had an even harder time trying to explain what plastic was. But Guenivere wasn't so concerned with all of that.
More fascinating for her was the feeling of the diapers, and the weird sensation of the plastic panties. "The diapers are so soft and comfortable," Guenivere said, running her hand inside one of Petticoats' Pull-Ups. "And the plasticked-panties are such a combination of security and humiliation. I fancy that it must be quite enjoyable to be an adult baby girl."
Petticoats said, "It is!"
Vivian changed back into Sir Pelleas. Guenivere was panged with disappointment.
The three of them walked back toward the picnic. But, when they were at the picnic site, they, and the rest of the company, were taken by surprise by a great, mean knight!
The mean knight's name was Meliagrance. He had been in love with Queen Guenivere for a long, long time.
But Meliagrance had always stayed away from Guenivere, because he knew that Sir Lancelot was always by her side. However, Meliagrance knew that Sir Lancelot had refused to come out on the picnic with the rest of the company today.
So Meliagrance thought, This is the perfect time to kidnap Queen Guenivere!
Meliagrance lived in a castle that was not far from the picnic site. And he brought one hundred knights with him. Now, since Queen Guenivere had only brought ten knights with her, she was vastly outnumbered. And Meliagrance knew it!
The knights of Meliagrance surrounded Guenivere's company. Then Meliagrance said, "I'm taking the Queen home with me!"
The nine knights that Guenivere had brought with her, and Vivian, as Sir Pelleas, all said, "You'll only take her after you take our lives!"
And the knights rushed at Meliagrance and his men. Among the Queen's knights were the great Sirs Gawain, Gaheris, Gareth, and Bors. And between them all, they defeated fourty of the one-hundred knights of Meliagrance. But these knights were wounded to greatly to continue fighting, and they had to back off.
The other five knights also fought bravely, but were soon overpowered by the remaining knights of Meliagrance.
But there was one knight, who, though barely armed, continued to fight against the Knights of Meliagrance. It was, of course, Sir Pelleas.
For a while, as Guenivere watched Vivian, as Sir Pelleas, fight so bravely, she was impressed, exhilarated! She was sexually aroused by Vivian's prowess as Sir Pelleas.
She thought, Why, my sexy Vivian will defeat the remaining men all by herself! Not even Lancelot could do that!
And then -- thinking that thought, something went cold in Queen Guenivere. She thought, But I like Lancelot best of all! And she really did.
She thought, If I like Lancelot best of all, then he has to be the best fighter of all! It can't be Vivian, no matter how much I like her.
So, with that, Queen Guenivere cried, "I surrender! I surrender to you Meliagrance! Call off your men!"
Sir Pelleas cried, "But, Queen! I'm hardly winded!" But he stopped fighting, as Queen Guenivere had called a surrender.
Queen Guenivere said, "Take me to your castle Meliagrance. You've captured me. I'm yours. But spare my men. Especially Pelleas."
Meliagrance called off his men. "You've made a good choice, my Queen, my love."
Queen Guenivere said, "However, my men must stay near me until they are well enough to return to King Arthur."
Meliagrance nodded. "I grant you that. I grant you."
Queen Guenivere and Petticoats were put into one room. The ten knights were put into an adjoining room.
Sir Pelleas wouldn't talk at all to Guenivere. But Petticoats still liked her.
Guenivere said, "The Queen needs you to do something, Baby. Can you do it?"
Petticoats said, "I'm always in your service, Queen."
"As soon as you can escape the sight of the guards, I need you to send for Lancelot. Do you hear me? Not King Arthur. Meliagrance isn't afraid of Arthur. Only Lancelot. Tell Lancelot the condition I am in and bid him make haste to rescue me."
Petticoats said, "Why, I will, my Queen."
Guenivere said, "Then go. Take my horse with you. And the first chance you get, ride. Don't take a single break. Because as soon as the guards see my horse riding in the direction of Arthur's castle, they'll surely follow you. It's only a couple hours' ride from here. So make haste."
Petticoats left the room.
Sir Pelleas came into the room from the adjoining room. As soon as she closed the door, so that the other knights could not see her, she changed into Vivian.
Vivian said, "You've sent Petticoats for Lancelot?"
Guenivere said, "I have."
Vivian said, "Then you've sealed the fate of the Round Table."
And Vivian disappeared.
"Sealed the fate of the Round Table? What could Lancelot saving me have to do with the end of the Knights of the Round Table?" Guenivere wondered.
But Guenivere then thought that Vivian was simply jealous. Guenivere wanted Lancelot to save her, not Vivian. And Vivian was put out. So she had to say some fancy, wizardy thing to make Guenivere upset.
Nothing was going to happen to the Knights of the Round Table.
To be continued...
Born too soon live 2 long
The noblemen were all in the court of King Arthur, gossipping among themselves. Sir Lancelot and Sir Lavaine sat near the noble men, but they did not -- could not converse with them. Sir Lancelot had tried conversing with the noble men. But such attempts only lead to frustration for Lancelot.
Nevertheless, Sir Lancelot kept close quarters with the noble men. It was terribly frustrating to him. But sticking as close to them as possible was the only way he could convince them he wasn't having an affair with Guenivere.
Well, he was having an affair with Guenivere. Or -- he had been having an affair with Guenivere. But the noble men around King Arthur were getting more and more eager to prove something against Lancelot. Not necessarily against Lancelot, but against Guenivere, through Lancelot.
Lancelot looked from face to face at these men. Many of them looked healthy enough. A little soft in the stomach. A little threadbare on the pate. But overall -- shouldn't they have been doing their job?
He'd made the mistake of asking some of them that when he'd had too much to drink. They responded, "Bah! Knights! You all want us to join the war with you!"
But it wasn't war, fighting in war, or being a knight that he meant when he'd said work. Some of them, for instance had been wealthy landowners. Others had been merchants between here and the decaying land of Rome.
But he didn't even mean that they should go back to tending their land or trading across the waters. What he meant was -- Well, for instance. If they'd come to Westminster to be near the King, to make sure that operations were thriving in the slowly uniting Britain -- then shouldn't they be making sure that Britain was uniting and thriving?
But they constantly had in mind this "Burning Question," as they'd often called it. The "Burning Question" was, in fact, whether Guenivere should be "brent at the stake." And they used this "Burning Question" to forget all the other important issues regarding the well-being of this country.
And Lancelot, unless he was called out on a mission -- and thank goodness if he was! -- had to do everything he could to stop these noble men from creating some kind of ruse to make it look like Lancelot was putting Guenivere in a "flammable condition!"
But the noble men were getting craftier and craftier, or, as Lancelot preferred to put it, slimier and slimier. It was like trying to hold on to a handful of pond scum. The icky stuff would eventually seep through the cracks between your fingers, or the tiny crack between one hand an another, no matter how hard you tried to hold it all in!
Well, all this pond scum was slowly escaping Lancelot, even when he held as close to it as he could. Like right now.
Lancelot looked to his faithful friend, the knight Lavaine. Lavaine was really as beautiful as any girl. And Lavaine liked to be loved like a girl. But Lavaine was getting tired of waiting for Lancelot to love him again. Lancelot was trying to practice perfect chastity in front of these noble men. And that meant neglecting Lavaine, even though he could see how much it hurt Lavaine.
And to look at the glances, the dirty glances some of the noble men tossed at Lancelot's precious Lavaine! Lavaine not only felt neglected by Lancelot, but cheapened by the noble men!
Ah! Lancelot thought. After the quest for the Holy Grail, I tried to hard to achieve perfection -- despite all the priests telling me not to do so. Why did I try to achieve perfection? I suppose because I wanted to have some shot at eventually seeing the Grail. Like my son, Galahad, did.
And now? I'm seeking perfection so these gadfly noble men will leave Guenivere. I'm neglecting Guenivere and Lavaine so the noble men will ignore Guenivere! And it's not working.
God, can't you just get me out of these disgusting noble men's sights, and get me back out on a mission?
At that moment, a beautiful, little girl came running into the court of the noble men.
"Sir Lancelot! Sir Lancelot!"
The girl was barely dressed below the waist. And something appeared to be amiss with her undergarments! They were so thick that the girl looked almost like a duck, waddling up to Lancelot.
Some of the noble men were already beginning to dig into Lancelot. "So you like 'em that young, do ya, Lancer?"
"I thought Lavaine was toeing the age limit. Little did I know!"
"That's what happens when you're out in the forest too long. Makes ya per-verrrr-ted."
Lancelot stood and approached the girl, who was obviously unarmed and in great alarm. "How did you get in here, little girl? May I get you some decent clothing?"
The little girl said, "I rode in on the horse of Queen Guenivere."
One of the noble men said, "Favors among similars, I presume. I mean, a similar profession."
Lancelot shot a glance back at the noble men. But, much to his surprise, they were all standing up and walking out of the court, almost single file, and without will, as if they were walking in their sleep.
Only Lavaine stayed. He looked as confused about the noble men's behavior as Lancelot did.
The little girl said, "My Mommy's doing this, I think. Mommy? Are you here?"
Vivian appeared in the empty rows of noble men's seats and said, "Yes, my darling. I am."
Lancelot said, "Vivian! Thank you for coming! I wish you could always put the noble men in that state."
Vivian smiled, "Did Sissy Petticoats talk to you yet?"
Lancelot turned back to Sissy Petticoats. "Peculiar name, for a peculiar girl. How old is she?"
Vivian said, "About Sir Pelleas' age."
Lancelot felt his stomach drop. "Is this...? Oh, no. What has the wizard done to you Pelleas? I thought she married you! I didn't think she enchanted you!"
Petticoats said, "I like being this way, Lancelot. She didn't enchant me, like she did the noble men. I like being this way. It's called being an adult little girl."
Lavaine walked up to Sissy Petticoats and said, "My! But you are radiant, Sir Pelleas! I wish I could look like you!"
Lancelot looked to Lavaine. Lavaine smiled innocently at Lavaine. Lancelot said, "You really would like to look like her, wouldn't you?"
Lavaine smiled even more. Lancelot felt like kissing the boy.
Vivian said, "Enough with the introductions, Lancelot. Queen Guenivere's in trouble again. So are all the men and women who went a-Maying with her."
"Meliagrance captured them."
"He wouldn't have done it if I'd been around. I scare the daylights out of him."
Lavaine said, "I told you we should have gone a-Maying, Lancey."
Lancelot said, "I already told you we couldn't go out into the country with the Queen like that. People would be talking."
Lavaine said, "Not if I went as your Lady!"
Lancelot rubbed his forehead. "Okay, Vivian. Thanks for telling me. And please take good care of Sir Pelle--, Siss... y... Petti... coats... for me. Gah!"
Vivian said, "Shall I go with you?"
Lancelot said, "No. Don't worry. Lavaine and I will take care of it."
Lavaine said, "Yes we will. I've been looking to club and stab a few brutes lately. And I just love watching my Master do it as well!"
Vivian said, "Well, then, Lancelot, just do me a favor, will you? Will you just get Guenivere out of that castle first thing? Don't stick around there. Just get her out and get her back home."
Lancelot said, "I will, wise Vivian."
Morgan Le Fay was sitting on the living room floor. Naked.
Wrapped around her neck were the naked legs of her favorite adult baby girl. Morgan's face was mostly buried in the tight crotch of the baby girl. Morgan moaned and moaned as the baby girl, hanging upside down, reached really hard to shove a little, plastic toy into and out of Morgan's crotch.
"Is this your idea of a picnic?" Vivian asked.
Morgan Le Fay and Merly broke apart in surprise.
Morgan said, "Oh! Viv! We -- were just -- Well -- you said eight of the clock!"
Vivian laughed. "Yes. Things got a little bit complicated. So I let Lancelot take over."
Morgan said, "Hmm... Will things get less or more complicated?"
Merly toppled over and onto her bottom. She looked up at her Mommy. Merly and Mommy both said, "More complicated."
Vivian smiled down at her smart little Baby. Vivian then smiled seductively at Morgan. She took off her dress quickly and said, "Well, now. I suppose Sissy Petticoats and I can join you two girls in this twisted, little picnic of yours."
Merly said, "Only fing we have ta eat is pussy, Mommy."
Vivian grabbed Merly's legs and pulled her crotch up to her face. "Well, Merly, yours tastes just like cherry pie to me. So I'm content!" And she began kissing her Baby's crotch.
Merly, hanging upside-down, gasped with pleasure, "Oh! You can all have a taste of my pie!"
Lancelot was right about one thing. There was barely any fight, barely any conflict. Lancelot and Lavaine commandeered a ****-cart that was heading for Meliagrance's castle. Once they'd gotten up to the gates, they simply bashed the porters in the head and walked into the castle.
Meliagrance really seemed to have a Lancelot complex. As soon as he heard Lancelot was in the castle, he ran to the Knight, screaming, "Peace! Peace! I wish for Peace!"
Lancelot was escorted to Queen Guenivere's chambers.
Meliagrance whined, "You see, Lancelot? Not a scratch on the fair Queen. Aren't you pleased with how I've cared for her?"
Lancelot grunted, "And my men?"
Meliagrance opened the door on the left wall of Queen Guenivere's room. The knights inside, upon seeing Lancelot, cried, "Hey, Lance! Get in here! What's going on!"
Lancelot walked inside and saw that many of the men were in bad shape. They'd need at least a nights rest. Sir Gawain, Gaheris, Gareth, and Bors were in particularly bad shape. "What did the four of you guys do?" Lancelot asked.
"Only defeated forty of Meliagrance's men between us, Lance!"
Meliagrance was quick to add, "And no hard feelings about that, Lancelot. No hard feelings at all."
Lancelot turned to Queen Guenivere. "Let's get you out and the ladies out of this castle right this minute. You'll head out with me. And I'll leave Lavaine here with the knights."
Lavaine smiled, "Thaaank you!"
Meliagrance said, "Wh-- why don't you stay here tonight, Sir Lancelot? I can prepare a room for you. I have a very nice room, in fact, all the way on the other end of the castle."
Lancelot said, "I was instructed to get the Queen out of here tonight."
Meliagrance said, "Why don't you just take a rest here? I can give you one reason to do so. You'll be away from those noble men, won't you? Away from that bothersome gossip. Among the company of knights."
Lancelot said, "But I was instructed..." But the thought of not having to deal with those terrible noble men was very enticing.
There was also the thought of being able to sneak into Guenivere's room tonight and do things with her that he hadn't been able to do for a long time now.
Guenivere seemed to be having the same thought. She bit her bottom lip and gave Lancelot a pleading eye.
Lancelot said, "Oh, alright. We'll stay. But only for tonight."
Meliagrance said, "Ah! Wonderful. Now we can celebrate in peace!"
The ladies who had come a-Maying with the men wanted to leave right away. So Lancelot had Lavaine take them back to Arthur's castle.
"Wouldn't you rather stay here and see to the men?" Lancelot asked.
A woman replied, "We'd rather not. You saw what rooms Meliagrance put us in, Lancelot."
Lancelot said, "Quite nice, and right by my room!"
Lavaine giggled a little.
The woman replied, "Right! On the other end of the castle from our men! But where does Guenivere get to sleep?"
Lancelot said, "You're free to go to the men. You'd even be free to sleep in the room with them."
The woman said, "That's not the point, Lancelot! The point is, it's terribly inconvenient to have to bow to the Queen every time you want to lay eyes on the one you love!"
Lancelot said, "Well, the Queen didn't have anything to do with that. It was Meliagrance. Look where he put me!"
The woman said, "Spoken like a true devotee of the Queen, Lancelot."
Lancelot said, "I'm a devotee of this nation."
The woman said, "Well, I'll tell you one thing. Queen Guenivere may have been accepted for having one man. And she may be accepted for having two..."
Lancelot tried very hard to keep his temper from flaring.
The woman continued, "... But when she comes to wanting twelve men! Why, that's out of bounds! And her time is coming, Lancelot. Let me tell you!"
The woman commanded Lavaine to lead them away.
Lancelot didn't spend any time in his bedroom for the evening. He stayed up, reveling, until Meliagrance had finally gone to bed. It was almost midnight by that time. He hoped Queen Guenivere wouldn't be angry.
He would not go through the corridors to get to Guenivere's chamber. It was too risky. Too many of Meliagrance's eyes waiting to see something.
Instead, Lancelot did something Meliagrance would never do, and would, therefore, never suspect anybody else of doing. He scaled the stone wall up to Guenivere's window.
Guenivere heard the knocking on the iron bars of the window. She stood up on her bed. She felt just like a little girl, doing something like that!
Sure enough, the man of her dreams was climbing up onto the sill of the stone-framed window.
Guenivere kissed Lancelot as soon as he was well-balanced. She then asked Lancelot, "What do we do now? You obviously couldn't get in here through those bars!"
Lancelot grunted. "Step back, Guenivere. Get off the bed."
Guenivere did as Lancelot said. Lancelot smashed his hand against the iron bars. They snapped right out of the rock!
"My!" Guenivere clutched her hand to her heart, marvelling at Lancelot's strength.
Lancelot said, "Well, you can't do that with all rock. But with some. The thing to know is -- ow!"
Guenivere said, "Lancelot? Are you alright?"
But Lancelot had already hopped into the room and embraced Guenivere. "I cut my hand on something. I hope you don't mind."
Lancelot began kissing Guenivere passionately. Lancelot then shook off the bedding and laid aside the iron bars as Guenivere prepared a cloth wrap for Lancelot's hand. Guenivere wrapped Lancelot's hand. Lancelot laid Guenivere down on the bed.
In the next room, many of the knights were asleep. Sir Gawain and Sir Bors, the most painfully injured of the two knights, however, were wide awake. They heard the muffled sounds of Guenivere and Lancelot whispering with each other. And then they heard the louder, but still muffled, sounds of Lancelot and Guenivere making love.
Sir Gawain said, "Those two should have gotten married."
Sir Bors said, "Well, what can one say of destiny? At least Lancelot and Guenivere can find some satisfaction every now and then."
Sir Gawain said, "Yeah. But it would be nice if I didn't have to listen to it tonight. I wish I had somebody to be with. To bad the women got upset and left."
Sir Bors said, "Too bad Pelleas didn't stick around, with that strange, little girl of his."
Sir Gawain said, "The one who wets herself?"
Sir Bors said, "Yes. I wanted to see what was under that queer, crackling undergarment of hers."
Sir Gawain said, "We all did, Bors. Good night."
Sir Lancelot left right before the dawn. He set the bars in place and scaled back down the stone wall. He headed back toward his room.
He was surprised there by a trap door under a rug on the floor. He fell through the trap door, down a stone slide, and onto a straw-covered floor in a dungeon.
Sir Lancelot didn't get out of this dungeon until Vivian was able to reach him, one week later.
Meliagrance, expecting Lancelot to be safely out of the way, entered Guenivere's room while Guenivere still slept.
Meliagrance thought, If I just take her physically while she's in this state, she'll see how good I am. Then she'll want to be with me forever!
But, on approaching the bed, Meliagrance caught a glimpse of the blood. There was blood all over Guenivere's sheets.
"No. No... She couldn't have."
Thoughts of Guenivere pleasing all the men in that other room, allowing their bloodied, bandaged bodies to take her, one by one, as she laid in this bed, blackened Meliagrance's heart.
"Traitor," Meliagrance said. "You've betrayed me." Meliagrance shook with rage. "Traitress! Traitress! A traitor to the crown! She's betrayed the King! Here's the proof! It's all here! Blood on the bed! She's a traitress!"
King Arthur's injured knights entered Guenivere's room. Meliagrance's own knights rushed into the room. Meliagrance called to his knights, "Seize these men!"
A strange voice suddenly stopped them all, "The men will not be seized, Meliagrance."
Meliagrance turned around. It was -- King Arthur! With Lancelot's little knight, Sir Lavaine, beside him!
Meliagrance said, "Your Majesty. You yourself can bear witness to what the Queen has done. Behold the blood on her bed. The... dust on the floor! Men have entered her room -- and her bed --"
"Enough," Arthur said. "I see. But I don't believe that these men, especially the gravely injured men, were capable of what you seem to be indicating, Meliagrance."
Sir Gawain called, from within the room, "You can rest assured it would have been quite impossible for many of us, King. And none of us would have done such a thing."
Sir Gawain and Sir Bors looked to each other secretly, hoping that Lancelot would soon arrive to set matters right.
Sir Lavain wondered aloud, "Where is my Master, the knight Sir Lancelot?"
Meliagrance said, "Well, he wasn't in here last night, and that's for sure. As to where he is now, I'm sure he hasn't left the castle."
Sir Lavain said to Arthur, "Vivian specifically told us to get Guenivere out of this castle last night."
Arthur said, "Well, we're getting her, and all our men, out of here right now. And I have a whole host of knights who would battle you if you say otherwise, Meliagrane."
Meliagrance said, "Why speak of battle, King Arthur? I pledged peace with Sir Lancelot only yesterday."
Guenivere was no sooner home than she was set into prison and prepared again for burning at the stake.
King Arthur, given the gravity of the accusation, gave Sir Lancelot a whole week to come to Guenivere's aid.
The days passed. But still there was no news of Sir Lancelot from Meliagrance's castle. In the meantime, Meliagrance hastened to the castle of the great Prince Mordred.
Mordred approached Arthur's throne. Arthur hated Mordred, but he hoped to get over his enmity of the man. If Mordred and Arthur could find a way to unite peacefully, the kingdom could become even more powerful.
Mordred sat among the Knights and Nobles of King Arthur. Meliagrance sat at Mordred's side.
Mordred said, "Now Meliagrance has told me what has been done to you. The stories of Guenivere's evening of infidelity are an outrage and a farce wherever rumor can spread in this Kingdom.
"Do I think it's true? Well... I don't think it's true that you Knights are capable of such an injustice. But I do think that on many occasions, the King has been betrayed by his wife. With one man. Lancelot.
"I know all of you Knights love Lancelot. He has been a great fighter. But let me ask you, what has he done for you lately? Since he has come back from the Quest for the Holy Grail, he has done very little for you. You've had to drag him back to the Kingdom. And then he still goes away, whenever he can get a chance.
"I've had this word from the Nobles' own mouths.
"Now, I won't say what many of you must know actually happened in that bedroom on that night. Meliagrance still denies it could have possibly happened. Meliagrance has a generous heart.
"But, Knights, you know that there was a man in that room with Guenivere that night. And, as soon as he finished his betrayal of the King, he began his betrayal of you. For he made it appear that all of you were in the room with the Queen. While he? Went away from the Kingdom yet again."
There was a mumbling among the Knights. Mordred sat back and listened to it.
All the Knights, excepting Lavaine, were in sore doubt. They asked Mordred, "What must we do?"
Mordred said, "Guenivere must be burnt at the stake this time. And you must fight with all your heart to keep her from living!"
The Nobles all cheered for Mordred.
Mordred continued. "You Knights love Lancelot. But now you must temper your Love with Reason. You must temper your Loyalty to Lancelot with your Loyalty to this nation. When Lancelot comes to fight for Guenivere, you must fight against him, not as you fight against a loved foe during a joust, but as you fight against an enemy. You must fight for the welfare of your nation."
Mordred paused and took a breath. He looked at all the Knights very seriously and said, "I have promised the King that if you defend the Burning Stake of Guenivere against Lancelot, that my kingdom will unite with yours, and that I will no longer do battle against your nation."
The Nobles all cheered for Mordred.
Sir Gawain replied, "Mordred, I, for one, believe that Lancelot has been somehow betrayed here. But regardless of that, I will fight for whatever King Arthur commands me to fight for. And so will my Knights, Gaheris and Gareth."
Mordred said, "King Arthur will inform you tomorrow that his decision and mine are in accord."
King Arthur did this very thing the next day.
Sir Gaheris told Sir Gareth, "What can Sir Gawain be thinking? We can't fight against Sir Lancelot. Sir Gawain is right. Something funny has happened to Lancelot."
Sir Gareth said, "Well, we must at least stand with Sir Gawain in the fight. It's a code of honor. But I, for one, will not unsheath my sword nor draw back a spear at the sight of Sir Lancelot."
Sir Gaheris shook hands with Sir Gareth. "I will stand beside you. And I also pledge not to draw arms against the noble Knight.
And, meanwhile, Queen Guenivere waited in her dungeon, time passing until she was once again asked to answer the "Burning Question."
To be continued...
Born too soon live 2 long
But among the Knights that heard Prince Mordred's speech, Sir Bors assented not.
Mommy was in the nursery, taking care of her two precious Babies, when she heard Sir Bors call her.
Mommy said, "Okay, Sissy Petticoats. Can you watch your Little Sissy for me?"
Petticoats was laying on her back, sucking from a bottle, and cradling a pink, plushy bunny in the crook of her left arm. But when her Mommy called to her, she rolled onto all fours and nodded, "Yes, Mommy! I watch Merly."
Merly was playing happily in her little playpen, spinning some dials and beeping some tiny horns on a little, plastic toy that she loved.
Mommy said, "I'll be right back, Babies. I hope."
Vivian appeared before Sir Bors only an instant after he'd called. She said, "Good morrow, brave Bors. What can I do for you?"
Sir Bors said, "Something's wrong with Lancelot, wise Vivian. Something has to be wrong. I feel like Meliagrance and Mordred are behind it."
Vivian nodded. "Something is wrong. Lancelot was trapped on the morning of the great conflict in the castle of Meliagrance. He hasn't been able to escape since."
Sir Bors said, "You knew he was there all this time? Why didn't you go get him?"
Vivian said, "I can't play against destiny. More important, I can't play against the desires of the citizens of this nation. As you command me, so I work."
Sir Bors said, "Did not Sir Lancelot call out for you once in this whole week?"
Vivian said, "Not once. Although he did continually cry out to Christ to make him perfect at last."
Sir Bors said, "He's our finest Knight, Vivian! Why does he have this obsession with being perfect?"
Vivian said, "He only wishes to be innocent again."
Sir Bors said, "Don't we all?"
Sir Bors said, "Can we go to Sir Lancelot, Vivian, and deliver him, so that he may rescue Queen Guenivere from burning at the stake?"
So Vivian and Sir Bors delivered Sir Lancelot from the straw-floored dungeon of Sir Meliagrance's castle. And then they repaired to the castle of King Arthur.
At the castle, Sir Lancelot, Sir Bors, and their men armed themselves to rescue the Queen from the stake.
And so King Arthur, again sat among the noble men, watched with some relief as Sir Lancelot appeared, fighting.
Except this time King Arthur was more relieved that Lancelot was here to be defeated, rather than that he was here to rally the men back to his side and save Queen Guenivere again. For the men were set strongly against Sir Lancelot by the orders of King Arthur. And very few men would rebel against the King's command.
Morded said, "Father, King, if Sir Lancelot and Queen Guenivere die today, I will stop my war with you. I will re-join my kingdom with yours, as a son should be joined to his father."
Sir Lancelot and Sir Bors fought hard. But they had the leadership of Sir Gawain to contend with. For this time, King Arthur's decree was too strong to resist. And Mordred's arguments against Sir Lancelot were also too compelling to forget.
Sir Gawain thought, Unless we defeat Lancelot and Guenivere, the gossips of this kingdom will drive our lands back into dissolution. So he fought his dear friend Lancelot.
Nevertheless, Lancelot was no easy match. And with the brave Sir Bors on his side, the battle was even rougher for those who obeyed King Arthur's command.
And, in the midst of this terrible battle, as Lancelot hewed down the men encircling the burning-post of the Queen, a terrible thing occurred.
For two of King Arthur's brave Knights, Sir Gareth and Sir Gaheris, though they could not stand against Arthur, and must stand with him, for they were not yet old enough to stand alone on their own strength; yet, still, they stood unarmed on King Arthur's side.
Sir Gareth and Sir Gaheris told Sir Gawain that they would do this, hoping that Sir Gawain would join them in their protest. But Sir Gawain was firmly on King Arthur's side this time. Yet Sir Gawain praised Gareth and Gaheris. For their love was so strong for Lancelot that they would be brave enough to stand armorless and refuse to hurt him.
But, as the men in battle pressed closer and closer together, Sir Gareth was thrown in front of Lancelot's sword. And Sir Gareth was cut down. He lay on the ground, bleeding from a mortal wound.
Sir Gawain cried out, "You've cut down an unarmed man, Lancelot! And now you must die!"
Vivian again had the vision of the golden flower being cut from its emerald stem by a shining sword.
It's all over, Vivian said.
Vivian read through the records of time and saw the legends. She read of the deaths of Sir Gawain, Sir Gareth, Sir Gaheris, and Sir Bors. She read of the parting of Sir Lancelot and Queen Guenivere. She saw two other ghastly deaths on the battlefield.
The time of King Arthur's reign is already at an end, Vivian thought to herself. And the legends are already as good as written. But why should those Knights die who are already part of this legend? If they stay here and die, the same thing will happen as if I were to take them away and let them live in happiness somewhere else.
So Vivian swept up Lancelot, Lavaine, Bors, Gawain, Gaheris, Gareth, and Guenivere, all in a grey mist.
When the fighting was finished, King Arthur saw that these men were missing. He said, "What happened to them?"
Prince Mordred said, "Father, the men must have been convinced to side with Lancelot. I would assume they've all gone back to Lancelot's land, the Joyous Gard."
Arthur said, "Then I'll follow them there. Mordred, may I ask peace of you in exchange for something else?"
Mordred said, "Yes, Father?"
Arthur said, "Take over the rule of my land while I pursue Lancelot to his home, the Joyous Gard. When I return, I'll re-assume my rule."
Mordred smiled and nodded, thinking to himself, No, Father, you won't re-assume anything. You've now handed your pathetic fate over to me.
Arthur shook Mordred's hand. He then prepared his men for a quest, thinking that he was pursuing Lancelot back to the Joyous Gard.
Sissy Petticoats and Merly were in the nursery, playing Chutes and Ladders, or, as Merly often called it, "Shoody Lanner," when there was suddenly a terrible din and clanging from the other room.
Merly looked at her Big Sissy in surprise! "What fell?"
Big Sissy grabbed up Merly in her skinny, dainty arms. The two adult babies went out into the vast living room of the Castle Broceliande. There they saw their Mommy and a pretty, adult little girl, all standing among piles of armor.
Suddenly, from all the armor, they heard a lot of crying and screaming!
Merly said, "Babies! Sounds like lots!"
Sissy Petticoats said, "Mmm-hmm!" She sat Merly down. The two adult babies crawled up to the armor, pulling pieces up and off the babies.
Mommy and the adult little girl ran to one set of armor in particular, crying, "Sir Gareth! Sir Gareth!"
Sissy Petticoats pulled off a chest plate and found a little adult baby girl, about the size of Merly, underneath. She cried, "I found one!" as if this were some sort of Easter egg hunt.
Merly, not to be outdone, frenziedly tugged at her armor. She was knocked off of it by an adult little girl, about Sissy Petticoats' size, pushing the armor off herself.
"Look, Big Sissy, I found one, too!" Merly gleefully cried.
The adult little girl Merly was beautiful! She had golden-tan skin, fair, blonde hair, and sea-blue, sparkling eyes! The adult little girl stretched out her slender arms and then touched her flat chest. She smiled greedily and hugged her own body.
"Why, it's fabulous! Simply fabulous!" She cried.
Merly asked, "What's your name?"
The little girl replied, "It's Lavaine. Or it used to be. Couldn't you call me Elaine?"
Merly said, "Yes! Please meet you, Elaine!"
Elaine said, "Please meet yourself!"
Merly said, "My Big Sissy and I are looking for new friends in these metal cases. You wanna help?"
Sissy Petticoats said, "I found another one! Two little babies like you, Merly!"
Merly squealed, "Two babies to be in the playpen with me!"
Elaine said, "Get on my back, Merly."
Merly jumped on her sexy, new girlfriend's naked back and held on to the girl's collarbone, every now and then reaching down to touch the girl's tiny nipples.
Elaine bent over and pulled off more armor. Underneath, he found a really big girl!
Elaine said, "Why, it's just Bors! Big, old Bors! You haven't changed a bit!"
But Bors said, in a deep, but cute and babyish voice, "I a wittle girl!"
Merly said, "Well, I guess Bors has a babyish brain after all!"
Merly saw her Mommy and the new adult little girl, whose dress was way too big, taking care of a teeny, tiny adult baby girl!
Sissy Petticoats called out, "I found one more! Oh! It's an adult little boy! Oh, look at his tiny, little boy's pee-pee!"
The adult little boy sat up, crying, "I'm not little! I'm big! I'm Lancelot!"
Sissy Petticoats said, "No. I'd say you're Lancelittle, given the new size of your hairless, little boy's pee-pee!"
Elaine said, "Lancelot's naked? Oh, we must go see this, little Baby."
Merly bumped up and down as her naked, little girlfriend ran and hopped over the now useless armor to see Lancelittle, the new adult baby boy.
Lancelittle still sat in his armor, which was almost as big as a boat to him now! He was crying, and his face was red and hot!
Lancelittle cried, "I a big boy! I a big boy!"
Sissy Petticoats said, "Well, do big boys potty in their armor, like you have?"
Lancelittle looked down to see himself sitting in a puddle of his own potty.
Elaine cried, "Oh! He's cuter than ever!"
Lancelittle began screaming and crying, "No! I no pottied! I'm a big boy!"
Elaine and Sissy Petticoats both hugged Lancelittle, trying to comfort him. The two other adult baby girls sat naked at Sissy Petticoats' side, poking the adult little girl's training-diapered bottom.
One of the babies, who used to be Sir Gaheris said, "I member this bottom!"
The baby who used to be Sir Gawain said, "I member too! But it use-ta be more crunchelier."
Suddenly, Sir Bors cried out, "Wah! I a wittle girl! I need diaper!"
Merly was the only one who even seemed to hear Sir Bors! Everybody else was so occupied with Lancelot -- or with Big Sissy's bottom.
Sir Bors sat up in the shell of his armor, which the bulk of his body still filled almost to bursting. Merly furrowed her cute, little brow in sympathy for the huge, little baby girl. Then she saw Sir Bors' huge pee-pee make a big fountain of potty up into the air!
Sir Gawain, now an adult baby girl, cried out, "See that potty! That was so much!"
Sir Gaheris said, "Yeah! That make the ground all wet and smelly!"
Merly said, "Hey, you two babies, come wif me. We have a duty!"
Sir Gawain and Gaheris said, "A duty! Okay!"
Merly led her naked baby girlfriends back into the nursery. Merly got the two babies to stack up on each other. Then Merly climbed up on their backs. She opened the top drawer of the changing table, which was also a dresser. There were lots of diapers, of all different sizes.
Merly said, "First time I ever saw this part, Babies! But don't tell, okay? Cause this high drawer is for Mommy and Big Sissy only."
The two naked baby girls said, "We won't tell!"
Merly said, "You keep secrets?"
The adult baby girls said, "We secrets."
Merly said, "Good!" And she began throwing all the diapers out of the dresser drawer and all over the floor of the nursery.
It didn't occur to Merly at all that once her Mommy saw all these diapers all over the place, the secret would be revealed!
The naked baby girls below Merly said, "Yay! It raining blankies!"
Merly giggled so hard that she made the babies under her lose their balance. They all fell down on top of each other.
Merly, surrounded by the soft, silky skin of her new, naked adult baby girlfriends, thought, I hope we can roll around like this a lot more really soon!
Merly took a couple of the smaller diapers. She said, "Now, you babies lay down!"
Sir Gawain said, "Why?"
Merly said, "I put you diapers on!"
Sir Gawain said, "What's a diapers?"
Merly said, "It's all these blankies! And you wear 'em on your bottom. That way when you potties, it all goes in your blankies on your bottom. And then Mommy changes you and makes you all fresh again!"
Sir Gawain said, "Oh. Sounds nice!"
So Merly did her bestest to put a diaper on Sir Gawain and Gaheris. The tape was all crooked on Sir Gaheris' diaper. And Sir Gawain's diaper was on backwards. But, other than that, Merly did a very good job!
Merly said, "What your name?"
Sir Gawain said, "I used to be call Gawain."
Merly said, "Now you can be call Sissy Ga-ga-way. What about you?"
Sir Gaheris said, "I guess they use-ta call me Gahey."
Merly said, "Now you can be call Sissy Ga-ga-hey. Or I'll just call you Gaga One and Gaga Two!"
Gaga One and Two said, "Those are pretty names!"
Vivian may have thought otherwise. But it was too late now. The adult baby girls were attached to their new names.
The diapered baby girls now followed Merly's lead.
Merly found the biggest diapers she could. "Here!" Merly said. "These I was looking for!"
Gaga One and Two said, "Those are big! A Mommy could fit inside those diapers!"
Merly laughed. She said, "That right. Sometimes Mommy don't tell anybody. But sometimes Mommy puts on diapers, too. She thinks it's fun to be a potty-girl every once in a while. But not much. It's her guilty pleasure. And she don't think nobody know. But I saw when I pretended to falled asleep one day."
Gaga One and Two said, "Oh...!"
Merly said, "Now, how big that big little girl outside!"
Gaga One said, "She's big!"
Gaga Two said, "A hundred feet tall!"
Gaga One said, "And her big boy potty is a hundred and one feet tall!"
Merly said, "Hmm... How many Mommies big do you think that big little girl is?"
Gaga One said, "Hmm... I guess she's... three Mommies big!"
Merly said, "Okay!" She had three Mommy-sized diapers. She taped them all together in one big line. Then she said, "Okay, babies! Let's take this big diaper out to our gigantic little girl friend!"
The Babies said, "Okay!"
Merly said, "Before we go, do you want to put on clothes? I can give you my clothes."
Gaga One said, "No. I wanna keep looking at my naked baby girl nipples."
Gaga Two said, "Me, too!"
Merly said, "Then let's take this diaper to our friend!"
The three Babies lay the diaper on their back and crawled it out to the living room, where Sir Bors still sat in his bulging armor, crying, "Wah! Little girl wanna diaper!"
Lancelittle was also still crying. But when Big Sissy saw the weird game that the three Little Ones were playing, she pointed and cried out, "Look! It's a diaper-pillar!"
Elaine looked over and laughed, "Ha! A diaper-pillar!"
The two adult little girls laughed at how funny their Little Sissies looked, covered in the diapers.
Eventually Lancelittle had to laugh, in spite of himself.
Big Sissy told Elaine, "But that reminds me. We really should get you two in diapers, or at least training panties, so you don't wet yourselves."
Lancelittle, a little more cheerful, sniffled, "I already wet myself."
The two Big Sissies laughed. Lancelittle laughed as well, and then said, "Big Sissy Elaine, can you give me piggy back ride?"
Elaine said, "I've been giving you piggy back rides ever since I knew you Lancey. I'm not about to stop now."
Elaine felt her naked little boyfriend's crotch clasp onto her new, skinny, soft back. She felt a shiver of delight when the adult little boy's soft pee-pee rubbed up just right agains her spine.
Elaine thought, Oh, Lancelittle, I'm gonna need your new little lance in my new, tight, little pee-pee hole very soon! From behind!
The thought made Elaine so excited that she pottied herself a little bit. She caught herself and held the rest of her potty in. She said, "Oh! I guess I really should wear a diaper! I almost pottied all over the place!"
Sissy Petticoats said, "You can control yourself? Maybe you can wear panties, then. You're big. You almost have boobies, like me!"
Elaine said, "I don't care if I'm big enough to almost have boobies. I want to wear diapers. Just like a baby girl. For me, it's a fashion statement. And now that I'm a little girl, darn it, I'm gonna be all about fashion!"
Merly and her two newly diapered adult baby girlfriends had reached Sir Bors. But Sir Bors was still crying a whole lot!
Merly said, "We need to get our big Baby girl's attention. What's her name?"
Gaga One said, "I guess we called her Sir Bors in the olden days."
Merly said, "Sir Bors? Sir Bors, you cute baby girl?"
Sir Bors looked down at Merly and stopped crying. He sniffled once, then twice. Then he said, "I... I... Not Sir Bors! I a wittle girl! Wah! I wanna diaper!"
Merly said, "We can't call her Sir Bors anymore! She really is a little girl! Hm... I have a cute boyfriend..."
Gaga One slobbered and cooed, "Oh... you do...?"
Merly said, "His name is Teddy Bear. Sir Bors is big like a bear, too. But she's a baby. So let's call her Baby Bear! Does that work for you, Baby?"
Sir Bors looked back down to Merly and stopped crying. He sniffled once, then twice. Then he said, "Sissy Baby Bear?"
Merly said, "Sure! Sissy Baby Bear!"
Sissy Baby Bear said, "Yay!!!" He clapped and cheered and pounded around so much that his armor made all kinds of loud crashes and the floor shook and rumbled!
Merly said, "Sissy Baby Bear! Sissy Baby Bear!"
Baby Bear stopped and said, "Yeah?"
Merly said, "Can you roll over out of your old clothes so we can put you in a three-Mommies-big diaper?"
Baby Bear said, "Oh! Oh! Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I can!"
And Baby Bear almost rolled over right on top of his little Baby friends! But they got out of the way just in time!
The Babies had a heck of a time putting the diaper on! First off all, it was quite a fumble getting Baby Bear's huge bottom lifted so they could put the bottom of the diaper under him. And Baby Bear had a hard time understanding how to lift up his bottom. He kept smashing it into the floor!
Gaga One said, "No! Lift up your bottom like you're lifting up your pee-pee!"
Baby Bear said, "Like this?" And he grabbed his big boy pee-pee. And boy was it big! Gaga One looked at the pee-pee and thought that that big thing really did make her feel like a baby girl! And she really wanted it to make her feel even more like a baby girl!
Gaga Two said, "No! Baby Bear! Try to make a rainbow with your back!"
Baby Bear said, "Rainbow!" And he lifted up his back, thinking he was making a huge arch, just a couple inches off the ground. But it was enough for Merly and Gaga One to get the three-Mommies-big diaper under Baby Bear's bottom.
After that, the adult baby girls had to tape the diaper onto Baby Bear. It was sure a tight squeeze!, even though the diaper was three-Mommies big! They pulled and they pulled. And Merly thought the tape would surely break! But then finally it stuck!
The Babies, who had all been laboring atop Baby Bear's huge, hairy stomach, now tumbled off their friend, all slick with sweat -- their own and Baby Bear's!
"There!" Merly panted. "Now Baby Bear is all warm and dry."
Gaga One and Two nodded.
There was a little bit of a trickling, rushing sound. And then Baby Bear, in his deep, cute, babyish voice, said, "Uh-oh."
The trickling, rushing sound got louder and louder. Merly sat up. She realized the rushing sound was coming from -- Baby Bear's crotch!
Merly shouted to Gaga One and Two, "Look out! She's gonna blow!"
Just then, the three-Mommies-big diaper exploded in a cascade of yellow water! Whoosh!
Merly looked for Gaga One and Two. They were safe, on the other side of Baby bear, over those hairy hills of legs. Merly saw that Gaga One and Two were looking upward in amazement.
Merly wondered, What are they looking at? So she looked up.
And there she saw Baby Bear's gigantic boy's pee-pee. It was like a tower compared to little baby girls like Merly and Gaga One and Two!
Gaga One said, "I try to touch it!"
She straddled her diapered, little crotch up onto Baby Bear's tummy. And right away she grabbed onto the big boy's pee-pee with both hands! It's so big!, Gaga One thought. It comes almost all the way up to my neck, even when I sit straight up!
Baby Bear's big-boy potty twitched a little. Baby Bear said, "Little girl like that, Baby."
Gaga Two asked, "What it feels like One?"
One said, "It's hard and very warm!"
Two got a little bolder and said, "How it... tastes, One?"
One smiled and said, "Mmm... let me see..."
One stretched open her little, tight mouth and stuck it over the big boy's pee-pee. It was so good! Gaga One immediately had a warm feeling in her little girl's pee-pee. She let go of a big potty that filled up her diaper and made it all poofy and soggy. She started panting.
Gaga One tried to push down more onto the big boy's pee-pee. But she was afraid she would break her mouth open!
Baby Bear said, "I help you." He pushed down on Gaga One's head. Oh! Gaga felt the big boy's pee-pee almost touching her throat! She moaned with pleasure, as well as she could with the big member filling her mouth!
Gaga Two and Merly decided they'd seen enough. They had to have some fun, too!
Gaga Two got up on Baby Bear's big, hairy tummy and ripped Gaga One's heavy, soggy diaper right off! She was about to throw it away. But Merly grabbed it from her.
Merly said, "I like to hold onto dirty diapers while I'm having sex."
Merly tore off Gaga Two's diaper, but threw it away when she saw it was perfectly dry. Two had positioned One in more of a crawly position on Baby Bear's tummy. She was busy licking away at One's adult baby girl pee-pee. Merly positioned Two in the same way.
Merly quickly tore off her onesie and diaper. Merly's diaper was full of poop. Merly put One's dirty diaper under her right hand and her own dirty diaper under her left hand. She felt the squishness of the messes. It really turned her on! And so she dug her hot tongue into Two's adult baby girl pee-pee.
Merly then dropped her bottom down to Baby Bear's mouth. she gyrated her messy bottom and crotch all over Baby Bear's face. He licked and licked Merly, all over the place. Baby Bear's face was all pokey. But his tongue was really strong and fat. It hurt a little, and it felt really good, all at the same time!
Merly, Two and One were all gyrating their sexy adult baby girls bodies in one matching, continuous motion. Merly cried out, "Oh! We're a train train! We're a train train!" Merly was about to come! She kept calling out, "Train train! Train train! Oh!"
And then Merly had come.
Baby Bear suddenly cried, "Oh!"
Gaga One seemed to pop right off of Baby Bear's big boy's pee-pee. Her mouth was full of white stuff, like milk! But more white stuff kept coming out of Baby Bear's big boy's pee-pee. It landed on Gaga Two and Merly as well!
The adult baby girls had all come magnificently. And now they were all four covered in Baby Bear's white stuff.
The three tiny adult baby girls rolled over on one side of Baby Bear and cuddled up with each other. They were all kind of slimy and messy. But they were sure someone would give them a bath sooner or later. They all fell asleep.
Elaine stood behind Sissy Petticoats. Lancelittle still clung to Elaine's back.
Sissy Petticoats said, "My goodness! What has Merly done!"
The diapers were all over the place!
Elaine said, "She must have been trying to be a big girl."
Sissy Petticoats said, "Well, I'm the Sissy Maid around here. And if anybody other than Mommy is going to take care of Babies' diapers, it's going to be me!"
Sissy Petticoats crawled down onto the floor to pick up all the diapers. Elaine and Lancelittle watched Petty's pretty ass bobble up and down in her training diapers, from under the frilly ruffles of her almost non-existent maid's skirt.
Elaine was feeling terribly aroused by seeing Sissy Petticoat's tiny, diapered bottom. Elaine said, "I want -- I need to be like that right now. I really do. I need to feel my bottom in a diaper right now, Big Sissy!"
Sissy Petticoats said, "Well, then lay down. And lay Lancelittle down as well." Sissy Petticoats had all the picked up diapers in a nice stack. She opened the high drawer and slotted the diapers -- including Mommy's guilty-pleasue diapers -- back in their specific spaces.
Sissy Petticoats turned around to see Lancelittle being laid down on the floor. Sissy Elaine was saying, "Are you comfy, my Baby?"
Lancelittle said, "Yes, Big Sissy."
Sissy Elaine quickly knelt her face down to kiss Lancelittle on the mouth. Sissy Elaine saw that both the adult babies liked that kissing too much to stop. And, sure enough, Elaine bowed her head down to give Lancelittle yet another kiss. But this one was longer!
And it was making Elaine excited, Sissy Petticoats saw. Elaine was again losing control over her bladder.
I better get this Huggies Pull-Ups training diaper onto Elaine quick, before she has an erotic accident!
So Sissy Petticoat ran behind Elaine, thinking she'd fenagle the diaper onto the adult little girl's skinny legs while Elaine was crawling over and straddling Lancelittle.
But when Big Sissy saw Elaine's newly fashioned adult little girl body from behind, the sight of her tight little girl's pee-pee was too much to resist! Big Sissy just stuck her face right onto the little girl's pee-pee and stuck tiny, little tongue as deep inside as she could!
Elaine said, "Oh, yes. That's so nice. That's so nice!"
Lancelittle himself was now blushing with desire. He strung his skinny, supple arms around his Big Sissy Elaine's neck and pulled her down to him.
Elaine was surprised to feel that Lancelittle's silky-smooth adult baby boy's pee-pee was actually able to get hard! But it did get hard!
Oh, thank goodness, Elaine thought. And she bucked her hips off of Big Sissy's mouth. Before Petticoat's hungry mouth could suck back onto Elaine's newly-fashioned pee-pee, Elaine stuck herself onto Lancelittle's sprouting member.
As the silky-smooth object slid into Elaine, she gasped with delight. Oh! It was perfect! Big Sissy had seemed to understand what Elaine had wanted. She let Elaine lay stomach to stomach with Lancelittle, sliding up and down on his little pee-pee. Big Sissy spread open Elaine's tight bottom cheeks and stuck her mouth in there.
Elaine cried, "Yes, Big Sissy! That's so nice! That's just right!" Elaine fell to kissing Lancelittle all over again, this time with full tongue.
Big Sissy sat back for just long enough to tear off her own soaking diaper. She tossed it to the side and hiked up her dress so that it squeezed her erotically just below her budding, little boobies. She then got on all fours and stuck her mouth back on Elaine's pristine, pink bottom hole.
Big Sissy felt so sexy in this bottom that she shoved her own bottom hole up in the air and wriggled it and wriggled it!
Then, suddenly, Sissy Petticoats felt something big plunge right into her tight, little bottom hole! Big Sissy gasped in pleasure and surprise. She moved as far away from Elaine's bottom hole as she could -- a lot of force from behind was now pinning her there -- and looked behind her.
It was the other adult little girl whom Petticoats had seen with Mommy while Mommy was calling for someone named Gareth. She had a double-dildo, with one side inserted into her little vagina and one side inserted into Petticoat's bottom.
Straining to speak through the incredible pleasure running through her bottom, Petticoats asked, "Who are you?"
The adult little girl said, "It's me, Pelleas."
Petticoats saw the look in the adult little girl's eyes. "Guenivere?"
Guenivere nodded and smiled happily.
Lancelittle said, "Guenivere!" He knocked the girls off of him. Petticoats fell to the side, the double-dildo still sticking in her bottom. She reluctantly pulled it out.
Guenivere cried, "Lancelot!"
Guenivere met each other, standing, and kissed passionately for a moment. It was one of the most beautiful things Petticoats and Elaine had ever seen.
Elaine leaned her head against Big Sissy's shoulder and said, "Look how in love they are, Petticoats. Even now. I'm so happy I can be a part of their romantic life."
Lancelittle sat down and led Guenivere by the hand, so that Guenivere sat on his lap. After a bit of confused fumbling, Guenivere had gotten it so that Lancelittle's adult little boy pee-pee had entered her adult little girl pee-pee. In this position, Guenivere's head stood a little higher than Lancelittle's. So Lancelittle kissed Guenivere's soft neck and flat chest instead of her mouth.
Guenivere bobbed up and down skillfully. Both Lancelittle and Guenivere were really enjoying themselves.
It was really making Elaine hot! Sissy Petticoats could tell. So she began to rub her little fingers against Elaine's tiny clitoris. Elaine panted like a little puppy and began kissing Sissy Petticoats' neck. Elaine whispered, "Thank you, Big Sissy. Thank you."
But then Guenivere had rolled over onto her back and positioned Lancelittle on top of her. Lancelittle was eagerly working his tiny bottom up and down as he wiggled his tiny member inside the adult little girl Guenivere.
This was too much beauty for Elaine to resist. She jumped away from Sissy Petticoats and clamped her new, little pee-pee onto Guenivere's mouth. Guenivere began licking without stint. And Elaine stretched her tiny body across Lancelittle's slender back. She picked up the double-dildo and began ramming it into Lancelittle's tiny, little hole.
Sissy Petticoats looked on, smiling. But she felt lonely. Then she saw her Mommy in the doorway. Mommy was naked. She smiled so gently at Baby. "You really are a good, good, Baby, aren't you?"
Sissy Petticoats nodded. She lay on her back. Mommy walked over to Baby, her tall, strong legs and her full, beautiful vagina in clear view of Baby for a moment. Then Mommy got on all fours, her nice round bottom right in front of Baby's face.
Mommy sat that warm vagina of hers right down on Baby's mouth. Then Mommy curled up and began licking Baby's tiny, little vagina. Mommy and Baby licked each other eagerly, tenderly.
Guenivere was coming. She moaned and screamed. Elaine came and got right off of Guenivere's mouth. With the free breath, Guenivere shouted out, "Oh, yes! Yes! Oh, Baby! Oh, Lancelittle! I love your little pee-pee! I love my little pee-pee! I never want to be a big girl, ever again!"
So that was the introduction of the Round Table to the Castle Broceliande.
Mommy and Sissy Petticoats gave all the babies, even the very biggest baby ever, Baby Bear, bubblebaths. After that, the babies all had dinner. Most of the bigger babies ate a little bit of big people food, just cause Mommy and Petty told them to. But even the bigger babies received most of their nourishment for the evening from warm, plastic bottles of milk.
Mommy had a feeling that Guenivere would likely be a bigger-acting girl than Petticoats. But even Guenivere insisted on wearing diapers and drinking bottles -- at least for tonight.
Mommy had to practice some magic to make the nursery much, much larger than it had been when it held only Merly and Petticoats. But, with the help of the Sissy Maid Petticoats, the expansion and re-designing of the nursery took only a few minutes -- even with the massively sized objects for Baby Bear!
Right before bed, Mommy asked Guenivere to check on Gareth.
"Gareth?" Sissy Petticoats and Merly asked.
Mommy said, "Yes. Gareth was a Knight who had been sore hurt in the final battle of the Round Table. We rescued him just in time, otherwise his adult injuries would have made him too weakened for even the babyfication magic to restore him."
Petty asked, "Is he sleeping? Is he a boy or a girl?"
Mommy said, "He's an adult newborn boy. And he's sleeping. He'll probably spend most of his time sleeping for the next couple of months. But when he wakes up, he'll be so happy to be around all of his friends! Guenivere, why don't you show Petty and Merly what our adult newborn Gareth looks like?"
Guenivere, now dressed in a jeans miniskirt, a pink tank-top, a pale pink headband, and a training diaper, took Merly's and Petty's hands and led them into a dark room.
There, in the tiniest cradle you ever saw, wrapped in soft, puffy, silken blankets, lay a tiny, tiny adult baby! His eyes were shut. He had just a few wisps upon his head. He wore a white onesie made of the same kind of terri cloth as Sissy Petticoats' favorite training panties. And the white onesie had golden trim.
Petty said, "He's just like a bouquet of flowers!"
Guenivere said, "We must all make sure to help nurse him back to life. He was nigh dead when we got here."
Merly said, "He's beautiful!"
Guenivere said, "Mommy says only one baby will be more beautiful than he. And we will see that baby soon."
Merly nodded her head. "Sadly enough, we will see that baby soon."
Guenivere's tears rolled down her cheeks. "The more beautiful baby will be Arthur. Won't it, Merlin?"
Merly nodded her head. "I regret to say so, my Queen. And he won't be staying with us. He will be going beyond Broceliande, to Avalon. That is how grievous his wounds will be."
Guenivere said, "Oh, Merly! Can't we stop Arthur from being hurt?"
Merly said, "We can try one last thing. Tonight."
So that night all the Babies went to bed in their brand new onesies and jammies and gowns.
Merly slept beside Gaga One, who had been Sir Gawain.
Merly closed her tiny, little eyes. She didn't really have magic, anymore. Her Mommy had taken it all away. But Merly still had dreams. And everybody has magic in their dreams.
Merly dreamed back into the world where she had been an adult old man. She saw all that her Mommy had seen. And she saw what was happening now.
Arthur had made haste to the Joyous Gard, where he thought he would find Lancelot. But he would not find Lancelot there, obviously. He would fight the Knights of Lancelot's land, who now had charge of the Joyous Gard and ran it with the same sense of kindness and justice that Lancelot had used.
Lancelot's men would be called into a fierce battle with Arthur's men, for Arthur would not believe that Lancelot was not in the Joyous Gard -- or anywhere on earth, for that matter. And Lancelot's men would fight bravely, weakening Arthur's already weakened forces.
When Arthur arrived, defeated, back at his castle, he would find Mordred unwilling to give back the throne. Another fight would ensue, and Arthur's defeated forces would fight to the last man. They'd ruin all of Mordred's forces, down to the last man. But both forces would be defeated, leaving Arthur's kingdom wide open.
The old age would end this way, and the new age of Britain would begin. Britain would remain united. But it would not be Arthur's Britain.
As for Arthur...
But, Merly dreamt, if only I could stop Arthur in his pursuit. If only I could convince Arthur to head back to his castle while his forces are still strong enough to win an easy victory against Prince Mordred.
Merly needed to know who she could use to convince Arthur to turn back.
Merly did not think Arthur would listen to Lancelittle, as Lancelot had been the object of so much of Arthur's scorn before the final battle of the Round Table.
But Gawain had been the Knight most willing to follow Arthur's last command. It was against Gawain's own will -- but Arthur's command was the final word for Gawain. Arthur knew Gawain felt this way. And Arthur admired Gawain's loyalty.
So Merly felt that if any Knight could sway Arthur from following the bad course of destiny, it would be Gawain.
Merly found Gaga One as she dreamt. She said, "Gaga! Gaga!"
One opened her eyes, as if she were waking up, even though she was still dreaming.
Merly took One's hand. She said, "I'm going to make you look like your adult man self. Only for a little bit."
Gawain saw himself as his old self again. "Oh, this is terrible," he said. "I much prefer being a diapered, little baby girl."
Merly smiled. A mist surrounded Gawain and Merly.
They found themselves standing before Arthur's bed at camp. Gawain knew what to say, as if he had been silently inspired by Merly.
Arthur woke and saw the glowing Gawain within his tent. Arthur asked, "Gawain? What are you doing here? And with a little girl?"
Gawain said, "Arthur, go back home. Lancelot is gone from this world. And I am gone as well. Great honor has left the world, as Lancelot has left it. Were you to take leave of this land, all of the honor would go with you."
Arthur said, "Why would I die?"
Gawain said, "If you waste your energies on the pursuit of those who are not where you seek them, you will leave yourself open to defeat from those whom you should be pursuing. And that defeat will cause you to take leave of this world."
Arthur sighed, "I wish I could believe a dream as easily as I'd believe your own person."
Gawain said, "I cannot visit you in person, Arthur. For, truly, I am gone from this world, as is Lancelot."
Arthur said, "I pray that is not so. For no two greater Knights have lived. I'm only dreaming, Gawain. And I'll find you yet. Lancelot also. I know where you are."
Arthur lay back down.
Merly and Gawain both woke up crying. Mommy and Sissy Petticoats lifted the babies up out of bed and comforted them until they were both back to sleep.
To be continued...
Born too soon live 2 long
It had been weeks since the dream that Merly had bestowed upon King Arthur. But in that time, no human voice had invoked Vivian.
Mommy was in the kitchen with Guenivere, Lancelittle, and Elaine, helping Sissy Petticoats with making lunch. It was too hard for Sissy Petticoats to do all the house work by herself nowadays, with all the new Babies in the house. And the older kids really loved to help.
Guenivere and Lancelittle were engaged in their usual task of making sandwiches. Guenivere would spread peanut butter onto slices of bread. Lancelittle would spread strawberry jelly onto slices of bread. Then the two adult little kids would smash their bread together. And then they would say, "Voila! Sandwich!"
They stacked their sandwiches on a big tray. After they made ten sandwiches, they started making sandwiches for everybody else.
The first ten were for Baby Bear.
But Mommy noticed that Guenivere wasn't saying her "Voila! Sandwich!" words as cheefully as she usually would.
"Is everything okay, Baby?" Mommy asked, putting her arms aroud Guenivere's shoulder.
"Mommy, sometimes I wish we could go see my old husband. I'm so happy that, basically, I'm married to my beautiful Lancelittle nowadays --"
(Lancelittle mumbled, "Voila. Sandwich," all by himself as Guenivere and he smashed another sandwich together.)
"-- but I still love Arthur as a dear friend. And I love my old Kingdom, even though I really don't think of it as mine anymore. I think of Broceliande as our new Kingdom. And it belongs to all us Babies. And their Mommy."
"But I do wish I knew whether Britain was doing alright, Mommy."
"Yes. I understand your feelings, Baby," Mommy said, and patted Guenivere's thickly diapered bottom in reassurance. It was interesting to Vivian, to think of all her different Babies. Guenivere definitely spoke most intelligently, not far from how she spoke when she was an adult big girl.
And her preferred style of dress was about that of a ten year old girl. Today she wore pink pants of a material like sweats, except thin and form fitting, with a pink t-shirt and a white long-sleeved shirt under that. And her hair was pulled back in an athletic kind of style.
But Guenivere absolutely insisted on wearing the puffiest diapers that Sissy Petticoats could get for her. She insisted that her diapers be felt by anybody who might so much as hug her, and that they always be plainly visible from under her dress and pants.
Mommy looked over to Elaine, that waif of a girl, in her white, cotton sundress. Now Elaine was another story. When she'd first gotten here, she'd thought she'd wear diapers non-stop! But nowadays she loved her body so much it was sometimes hard to get her into clothes at all.
And once she was in a dress, she'd constantly be lifting up her dress to flash her little girl's pee-pee at anybody passing her by.
That was quite a pleasant surprise for Morgan Le Fay on the first day she met Elaine! Mommy chuckled to think of it.
Guenivere tugged at Mommy's arm. "Mommy! Mommy!"
Mommy shook herself out of her erotic reverie. "Yes, Baby?"
"Can't we go visit King Arthur?"
"Baby, we can't go without being invoked. And nobody's invoked us yet."
"But Merly and Gaga One went to see King Arthur."
"That was in a dream. They didn't go there physically. And they shouldn't really have gone there at all."
"I'm really worried. What if nobody ever calls us again?"
But suddenly both Mommy and Guenivere heard King Arthur's voice calling, "Guenivere," in a whisper.
Guenivere was shocked. But she had enough presence to hold Lancelittle's hand down before he could make another sandwich.
Mommy looked suddenly devastated. But she cleared her expression, hoping that Guenivere hadn't caught it.
Guenivere tried not to cry. "He's dying. Isn't he, Mommy?"
Lancelittle was pale. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat.
Mommy said, "Let me get Morgan Le Fay over here."
With Morgan Le Fay helping Sissy Petticoats keep and eye on the kids, Mommy and Guenivere went off to see Arthur.
Guenivere, floating through the grey mist, called out to her Mommy, whom she couldn't see, "Mommy? Can't we go back in time, now that Arthur's called us? And stop him before he gets injured?"
Mommy called out in an echoey voice, "I'll see what I can do baby."
The grey mist lit up with bright colors, like yellow, red, and orange flashes of lightning.
Mommy said, "I've managed to move us back in time, Baby. But I can't say exactly what will happen once we get there."
Mommy and Guenivere landed on a battlefield strewn with corpses. The sky overhead was grim and black.
Mommy and Guenivere saw Arthur charging up a hill. Only one man still stood on that hill. Mordred!
Three knights ran behind Arthur, begging him to stop charging. They cried, "Your Majesty, the battle's over! Leave Mordred alone!"
But Arthur was crazed with anger. He cried, "Mordred! You caused me to lose my greatest two Knights -- Sir Lancelot and Sir Gawain! With my greatest Knights gone, you've cut down all my other men! But now I'll get my revenge! I'll cut you down!"
Mordred cried, "Come at me, Father! I'm not through cutting your people down yet. You still stand!"
Guenivere shouted, "Arthur! Stop! Listen to your own wife!" But she realized Arthur couldn't hear her. She thought she'd run after Arthur --
-- And to her surprise, she was suddenly floating alongside Arthur! But when she tried to stop him, her hands just went right through! Guenivere looked at her hands. They were half-invisible!
Mommy was suddenly there, beside Guenivere. She looked half invisible.
Mommy said, "We have no effect until we get to the moment where Arthur has invoked us, Baby. I'm sorry."
Arthur and Mordred savagely hacked at each other. Blood flowed in waves. Arthur's three remaining Knights still stood back, pleading for Arthur to stop fighting.
Mommy said, "Look away, Baby."
Guenivere was crying. She was surrounded by mist. She cried, "No! Mommy! I must do something!"
Mommy said, "We will do something, Baby."
Again Arthur's voice whispered, "Guenivere."
The mist cleared. The three Knights stood over Arthur's bed. A priest stood with them.
Arthur lay in bed, holding a Bible and his sword, the Excalibur, the sword which Vivian, as the Lady of the Lake, had made for him. Arthur turned his head in the bed. He said, "Guenivere. You've come."
Guenivere looked up to her Mommy as if to ask, "How does he know I'm Guenivere." She was still in the body of an adult little girl.
Arthur said, "You all really have gone to a different land, haven't you my darling? Just like Gawain had said."
Guenivere ran to Arthur's bedside. The Knights and priests had cleaned Arthur. But his dressed wounds were already bleeding again. And part of the left side of his skull was bashed in and bruised black. Guenivere was afraid to touch Arthur, but she grabbed his hand.
Arthur said, "Guenivere, kiss me one last time."
Guenivere was crying and crying, "Oh, Arthur! You were always so good to me! I loved you!"
Arthur said, "You were good to me, too."
Guenivere said, "But unfaithful?"
Arthur said, "Oh! We were both faithful to each other... in our own ways. Don't worry anymore. I never once doubted that you loved me."
Guenivere kissed Arthur's cheek and mouth. "Oh, Arthur! I did! I do! I love you! Hold on! We're taking you to another land."
Arthur said, "Don't know... if I want... to go... Much... rather... sleep..."
Arthur's eyes rolled up into his head.
Guenivere cried, "No! Please! Arthur!"
A grey mist swept over Queen Guenivere, King Arthur, and Vivian.
Morgan Le Fay had sensed that the moment had come. Lancelittle, Elaine, and Sissy Petticoats had gathered all the other Babies. Auntie Morgan then carried them in a grey mist, outside of the Castle Broceliande, to the grey banks of the lake, on the other side of which was Avalon, the paradise over which Morgan Le Fay ruled.
A beautiful, but small, boat stood waiting on the banks. There was one servant, a green-skinned man, who stood in the boat, waiting to guide Morgan back to Avalon.
In the boat there was a seat for Morgan and something that looked like a very small, very plain, bassinette, like the one the adult newborn baby Gareth was constantly sleeping in, except even smaller!
Suddenly the grey mist gathered like cobwebs on the banks of the lake, obscuring everything from sight. Then a cool breeze made most of the mist drift away. Mommy and Guenivere were now in the boat. Guenivere stood, hugging the little bassinette and crying, "Arthur! Arthur!"
Mommy was holding a big sword. She cried, "Lancelittle. Come here."
Mommy was already stepping out of the boat with the help of the green man. Mommy handed Lancelittle the sword.
"Wow! It's heavy!" said Lancelittle.
Mommy said, "Do you recognize this sword, Lance?"
Lancelittle said, "Yes, Mommy. It's Arthur's--" Lance felt himself choking. He felt hot, stinging tears in his eyes. "It's my King's sword, Mom--" Lance began crying.
Mommy said, "Go say farewell to your King, Baby. And then throw the Excalibur back into my lake. This sword will rise again when the age of another great King has begun."
Lancelittle was helped into the bark by the green-skinned man. Lancelittle walked past the tiny bassinette. He peeked inside. Inside was Lancelittle's king, now as an adult baby, but smaller and younger than any other adult baby Lancelittle had seen!
King Arthur was no bigger than Lancelittle's two little hands put one in front of the other. He was so soft looking. And his skin was a gentle shade of pink, almost translucent.
Guenivere said, "He'll sleep for an age. He won't be awake for that long. But once he awakes, perhaps he can come to live in Broceliande."
Lancelittle rubbed Guenivere's back. Lancelittle then walked to the very end of the small bark. He threw the Excalibur as far as he could. As soon as he began to throw it, the sword became incredibly light! It flew far out over the water. And when it finally hit the water, it sent up a huge, shimmering splash of silver light!
Lancelittle grabbed Guenivere's hand. He bent over the bassinette and kissed Arthur's delicate forehead. He said, "Sleep well, King. I always loved you."
Guenivere and Lancelittle walked out of the boat. Morgan Le Fay walked back onto the boat.
Lancelittle stopped at the boat. He said, "Auntie Morgan?"
Morgan turned in the bark and said, "Yes?"
Lancelittle asked, "Isn't Avalon a place of perfection?"
Guenivere felt a sinking in her stomach.
Morgan said, "Yes. It is, Baby."
Lancelittle said, "I have tried for so long now to be made perfect. But I always failed, because I always played against my destiny as an imperfect Knight."
Lancelittle turned to Vivian and asked, "But now, my destiny as an imperfect Knight is complete, isn't it?"
Guenivere gasped, "No!"
But Mommy said, "Yes."
Lancelittle said, "Then I can achieve perfection now! If you will accept me, Auntie Morgan, I would like to come with you, to learn the perfection of Christ."
Morgan laughed. "Well, my perfection is an older perfection. It's a bit more archaic, not quite the perfection of Christ."
Lancelittle said, "But perfection is perfection. I'll follow the path! Can't you let me come with you?"
Morgan said, "If you desire to follow the path of perfection, Lancelittle, you may come with me."
Guenivere ran to Lancelittle and hugged him. Their two diapers smashed against each other and crinkled a bit.
Guenivere kissed Lancelittle on the mouth over and over and said, "No! Lance! Stay here with me! Please! I can't lose you and Arthur all at once! I need you, Lancelittle! I've never been happier than I have as an adult little girl with you, as an adult little boy, here, over these past few weeks!"
Lancelittle said, "Perfection is my destiny, Guenivere. I have to go."
Vivian said, "I saw this destiny as Guenivere. I saw you parting with Lancelot."
Merly said, "Me, too. It's the last part."
Guenivere cried, "Oh! Then let destiny come! I'm sick to the death. Even here in Broceliande!" Guenivere kissed Lancelittle one last time.
Lancelittle was about to say something else. But Guenivere stopped his mouth.
Lancelittle walked onto the boat.
Morgan sat into her seat. Lancelittle stood over the bassinette, contemplating Arthur. The green-skinned man stood into the boat and began rowing.
Lancelittle thought about the loneliness of life without his beloved Guenivere. But he thought that perfection would be worth it in the end.
Morgan watched the ripples of the water. But she didn't see the boat moving. Morgan addressed the oarsman, "You can pilot us home, Osiris."
"No I can't!" Said Osiris. "Not with this thing holding me back!"
What thing? Lancelittle wondered, right before he felt a strong force pulling him up by the shirt. Lancelittle was pulled out of the bark altogether. His view was shifted until he was face to face with --
Baby Bear was trudging back through the water, onto the shore. Morgan's boat was free, and Osiris was piloting it away.
Lancelittle saw Baby Bear's face all wet with tears. The makeup that Baby Bear had put on for this occasion was running down his cheeks. And his gigantic, pink gingham dress and enormous diaper were soaked all the way through!
Baby Bear reached the shore. He sniffled, "Guenny wuvs you lots! And all us girlies really happy you two married now! You ain't goin' away! Not this time!" Baby Bear sniffled once, then twice. Then he threw Lancelittle on the shore, fell onto his back, and cried, "Wah! I a sad wittle girl!"
Guenivere saw that Auntie Morgan's bark was now far out to sea. Guenivere said, "Lancelittle isn't going anywhere. He's staying with us!"
And that's how Baby Bear finally defeated the bad destiny of the Round Table!
Well, Babies, all of Mommy Vivian's little girls and boys are still alive and happy. They live eternally with their Mommy in the mist-hidden lands of Broceliande. And they have all kinds of fun there.
Sir Gareth woke up after months and months of sleeping. But he's still only an adult newborn boy. He can't play the sexier games that the other babies play. And he still sleeps a whole lot. But he might grow up a tiny bit more someday.
As for King Arthur... well... Some say that that adult newborn boy returned from Avalon again, one, two, or three ages ago. Some say that Arthur has not yet woken back up, and that he won't return from Avalon for one, two, or three ages more. Who knows?
Mommy Vivian's job got a lot less busy after the Round Table Knights were all passed away. But Mommy was happy, at least, to be able to spend much more of her time with her little Babies.
Yet, Mommy and Merly both seem to believe that someday, people like the old people of Britain will begin again to call on spirits like them. And when Mommy and Merly are called again, they will come back to help. Who knows when that will be?
But in the meantime, Mommy has plenty of fun, little adult babies to take care of in Broceliande. And that keeps Mommy Vivian happy. Because she loves her little adult babies. And her adult babies love her right back.
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