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Part 1: Prey
Vince stood alone outside a closed game store, his friends having all taken their rides home, leaving him to make the short, mile-long trek back to his dorm over at Miskatonic University. Around him, every shop was dark, including the one he'd just left. Even if it was only a twenty-minute walk, he was pissed that no one had offered to drive him back to campus or walk with him.
"Sorry Vee, but we're all the other way!" he said mockingly to the still night air. "You'll be fine though, just avoid the Nighty-Night Girl!"
He shook his head, starting the trek over the ancient, uneven streets of the creepy old town of Arkham, Massachusetts. Between the looming brick buildings and the cobblestone streets, the path home had the feeling of an old black-and-white horror movie, even in 2026. Why this place hadn't modernized after all this time was beyond him, especially with it being home to a semi-prestigious school.
As he walked, his high tops thudding dully against the road, Vince continued to grumble, flicking his black hair out of his eyes. "...and that crack about the Nighty-Night Girl, ugh, what bastards they are. They know I'm spooked about walking home alone and they say that!?"
Just thinking about the local legend of a stranger who giggled in dark alleyways and whisked nighttime travelers away in flashes of vibrant white made him shiver. There was no logic to it, not anyone who could corroborate such a story, but then again, a lot of people went missing in Arkham, like more than any small town should find acceptable.
Vince pressed on through the streets, looking over his shoulder at every little sound around his. Each time he passed one of the poorly lit alleyways—of which there were many—he ran across its stretch, shaking his charm-covered, TTRPG book-filled backpack loudly and squeezing his eyes shut.
"How does one small town have so many spooky alleys!?" he said to himself, his voice squeaking in annoyance. It felt like just as he cleared one, another would be right there.
To his credit though, he'd made great time getting back to the quad of Misk U, which filled him with relief. He could see the manicured grassy area from where he was standing with it's well-lit, paved walkways. In five minutes he'd be back to student housing and save for an annoying pass past Alpha house, he'd be clear and back in his own room with his stuffed animals and familiar video games.
There was just one more alley to run past. With his eyes open and determined, Vince gripped his bag and pushed forward. He wanted to prove to himself that he could be brave walking past at least one alley.
The trailing noise of a giggle followed him as he walked. The sound of it was bubbly and cheerful, but the way it chittered out of the darkness was wholly unnerving.
Vince whipped his head toward the sound, looking for a rational source. It'd come from an alleyway and rather than an impenetrable wall of heavy darkness, there were two pinpricks in the sheet of void, two glowing points that seemed locked onto him.
To see eyes so vibrantly yellow in real life felt wrong. He had no idea how much panic going beyond the pre-prescribed hues of irises would fill him with but just looking at that yellow glow made Vince want to bolt. He would have too, were it not for a voice reaching out to him, one that felt like a weight on his shoulders pinning him in place. His hightops couldn't leave the cobblestone now; just the question from the darkness kept him from moving.
"Wanna play with me?" it asked.
The voice, oddly enough, wasn't scary. It was light and had a little lilt to it that denoted childish carelessness for pronunciation.
Vince must not have been in his right mind. If he was, he would have just turned and walked away. Were it daylight, he'd tell the voice to 'get bent,' but in the darkness, with the legend of 'The Nighty-Night Girl' clawing at his back, he was too scared.
"Noooooo." Vince said warily while mentally demanding that his legs just work and take him out into the well lit quad.
"Awwww," the voice in the dark moaned, "it'll be fun. Better than that stupid book game you were playing. C'mon big bro, play with me."
"Book game?" Vince wondered, only for it to click a second later. His legs finally moved, spurred by his anger as he began to understand.
"Wait, have you been following me!? Is this a joke? Laura, Veronica, is that you?"
Another giggle from the alleyway, one that Vince was realizing had to be one of his theater nerd, D&D character-voicing friends. "Oh no! You got me. C'mon, come teach naughty Laura a lesson."
Vince's hands balled into fists at his sides and he stomped forward, his anger flaring. He wasn't questioning the unblinking, glowing yellow irises staring at him anymore or the fact that the voice he was hearing wasn't anything like Laura's. In fact it wasn't like any voice he'd heard his friends make before. However, that didn't matter, his brain had landed on a logical conclusion and he needed retribution.
"You dicks said you couldn't give me a ride home but you stuck around to torment me when you knew how scared I was? What the frick, guys, that's so—"
His words caught in his throat, stopped when he didn't walk up and see familiar forms of his fellow roleplayers in the deep darkness of the alley. Instead, as he approached, his eyes adjusted to the heavy shadow and a striking young woman wearing a very short frilly white dress and what he was pretty sure was a massive diaper was revealed to him.
The unfamiliar woman cocked her head, letting her long, straight blond hair fall over her wide yellow eyes. Her pink lipstick-painted mouth cracked into a wide smile, revealing a row of teeth that looked distinctly wrong. Vince quickly picked out that this stranger's incisors were way too long and held a sharp point.
"You were scared?" the woman asked, her eyes unblinking and remaining locked on Vince. "I'm not scary," she assured, "I just wanna play."
Vince started to turn. He was weighing the danger of running versus how successful he might be in diffusing the situation. "Yeahhhh, whatever your bag is, I don't think I'm into it. I'm just going to go."
Vince took a step, and then another, only for his third to be stopped by a hand on his wrist.
"You can't go; we didn't play!" the woman said. There wasn't any malice to the accusation; her tone was still cheerful but the woman's eyes wouldn't leave Vince and her grip felt like it could break the nerd's arm.
"I-I don't wanna play, I just wanna go home. Let me go!"
"No, we're gonna play!" Now the demand had some anger to it.
Vince pulled away, breaking into a full sprint and making for the street, which, in proportion to the alleyway, was actually kind of well lit. He was almost through the threshold of the small space between two buildings when a flash of white interrupted him. He barely caught sight of the woman moving in front of him before the antagonistic stranger plowed into him, tackling Vince to the ground.
The air in dark haired student's body left in a gasping rush from his mouth, knocked out of him by the rough cobblestone of the alley. From above him, his attacker stared down. Those yellow eyes were still unblinking and focused on him while the stranger's smile was manically wide.
"We're. Gonna. Play!" the woman said, "You wanna play with Millraca, big bro! You want to!"
Vince couldn't tear his eyes away from the beastly woman. Something about the burning intensity of them kept hhisr gaze locked on the woman even as her hands wandered down to the waistband of Vince's shorts and the garment was ripped down. With it came the comfortable strawberry boxers patterned boxers he'd been wearing underneath...
All sorts of shame and embarrassment come over the nerdy boy when Millraca's fiery eyes finally peeled away from his. Shamefully he even felt a twitch from the extremity between his legs, his cock responding despite his fear. He couldn't languish in that shame for long though. It only took a couple of seconds for the monstrous woman to outdo Vince's exposure and rip her diaper off in a sudden flourish, pulling the tapes away in a singular swipe of her hands.
The skirt of Millraca's frilly, violently white dress was short enough that the stunned college boy caught glances of her privates beneath it as she moved. When the woman moved, skirt caught the air gracefully, lifting to give Vince flashes of her exposed pussy and the delicately trimmed blonde bush just above it.
The black-haired nerd blushed. Instinctively looking away despite his similarly exposed state. Suddenly, he wasn't concerned with escaping from this strange scene, which apparently gave Millraca the perfect opening.
Her hands worked quickly, pulling Vince toward her and positioning his butt onto the crinkled, pre-worn diaper. His rear crashed into the padding, leaving the imprint of his butt in the unused sap.
"Wh-what're you doing!? STOP!"
Vince's demand didn't do anything to stop Millraca's hands even though he struggled as hard as he could to break free of her hold. In fact, the blonde manhandled Vince as though he was an unruly cat, bending his limbs as needed to situate the thick padding between his legs and tape it in place.
"Gonna play. We're gonna have lots of fun! But big brother is missing his diapee. It's okay, you can borrow mine. I don't gotta go potty today."
The babyish tone and candor really didn't help Vince's feelings about his attacker. In fact, he was more unnerved by it. It obfuscated this woman's intentions in such a frustrating way. Vince could only wonder what she meant by 'playing'.
With the diaper secured, Millraca gripped the frightened nerd by his biceps, hoisting him up on his feet. The black-haired man just stared at his attacker in shock.
Millraca's eyes locked back into his expectantly.
"Okay, so I'm diapered, now wh-what do you want?" Vince asked, shifting on his feet nervously. Between his thighs, the pink plastic padding scrunched and crinkled.
Millraca's eyes sparkled. She flashed her horrifying needle-point teeth, the smile turning from innocent to wicked.
"I told you, big bro, I wanna play!" Millraca reiterated, "We already saw how bad you are at tag, soooo let's try some-thing else. What about hide and seek? I'll count to ten and you run and hide!"
Vince didn't exactly know what she meant by 'bad at tag'; it wasn't like they'd played or anything. He tried to rebut the assertion but before hhe could say anything, Millraca had covered her eyes and was laboriously working her way through the single digits all the way to ten.
At "three", Vince realized this was his singular chance at escaping. At "four", he turned and ran, his shoes beating against the rough cobblestone and pushing him out toward the lit streets again. He heard a rough and shaky "five" echo out from the alleyway and he looked between the quad of the university and the darkened streets of Arkham.
As much as he would have liked to break free and rush to the dorms, the quad was far too open. He needed the cover of the buildings and everything else. "S-seven" rang out through the streets, loud and uncertain.
For all of his fear, Vince saw no other option; he ducked into a different alleyway, slipping behind some trash cans and obscuring himself from the street. He had questions of how long he would have to hide, if his pursuer would lose interest, what he'd do when he got back to the dorm and how he'd explain the diaper to his roommate. None of that was going to matter unless he escaped though.
Finally an excited "ten!" emanated from the otherwise still night.
There was a long, drawn-out silence, a brutal nothing except the heavy bated breath of Vince, waiting to see the flash of white or hear the giggle of the weirdly infantile urban legend pursuing him. She saw nothing though, not even a scurrying rodent running through the Arkham streets. The night had died suddenly, with a prolonged stillness filling the unending minutes.
He let his breath escape in a heavy sigh, all that held air escaping in a rush. Gradually, soreness set into his limbs, the lactic acid building up in his legs while he squatted behind the trashcans, hiding from some unseen pursuer.
Just as Vince thought it was safe to move, that the strange woman named Millraca had lost interest in him and he started to stand, a whisper slithered into his ear.
"Found you..."
Vince tried to whip around only for the frilly sleeves of Millraca's dress to wrap around his arms and pin them to his side and Vince to his spot.
"You were realllly bad at hiding, big bro. Maybe you shouldn't be big bro anymore."
Vince struggled, pulling against Millraca's strength and trying to break free from her creepy hug. She heard the giggling grow behind him, followed by a dramatic "ahhhh" sound. Then he felt a stinging sensation in his neck. Millraca bit down, her needlepoint teeth pushing through the flesh of Vince's neck effortlessly.
The stinging heat started flooding through Vince's body, burning up through his head and down through his torso. That burning ache built to a fiery crescendo then ebbed slowly, coming to be less painful with each passing second. After a minute, he stopped feeling the pain, then he stopped feeling worry. Vince's body relaxed in Millraca's grip and the tingling neck kiss started to feel good.
A relaxing buzz filled him, landing firmly in his tummy and settling there like a rock. His face scrunched and he struggled to make sense of exactly what he was feeling. There was a familiarity, the idea of something called 'potty training ', but it wasn't quite there; he couldn't quiet recall it.
Instead of fighting, or even worrying about what the adult thing to do was, Vince just leaned deeper in his new 'big sister's' arms. His body knew what to do. The heavy feeling in his stomach lightened gradually, turning into a non-stop movement as the first stinky wave of mush pushed out into his diaper.
"Nghhhh nooo. I don't wanna," Vince said with a groan, "don't make meeee go potty in... my... diapee..."
His complaints may not have had any impact on Millraca but he made them all the same, hating the feeling of piling heat in his padding as it happened. It wasn't that he felt shame; it was just uncomfortable. The piling waste was a sticky, stinky mush that hugged his butt and made him want to squirm due to it being a sensory nightmare.
While his diaper drooped lower and lower, big sis Millraca's mouth kept suckling on his neck, the kiss shared between them taking away Vince's ability to annunciate, to control his body, to feel adult shame. Urine sprayed from his dick, a wild rush flowing out into the front of his diaper as the last of his maturity slipped away. The uninhibited piddling into his diaper was the final step to him drifting into a more infantile mindset.
Part 2: Snare
Vince was having an out-of-body experience. He couldn't feel his limbs, or his skin, or even the uncomfortable heat pilling into his pampers he'd been complaining about moments ago. Even noises reached him muffled and through a droning haze that he was having trouble parsing.
The only thing he could really do was look. From a perspective unfamiliar to him, in a position he didn't remember being in, he looked down at a familiar form in a new and terrifying way. Vince was looking at himself. He saw his messy black hair ruffled from the his struggling, his anime shirt hung limply from his small, lithe form, and an absolutely sagging, stained, messy pink diaper hanging from his wider than average hips.
He had to admit, his body looked happy there on the ground. The physical form of Vince let his fingers fly up to his mouth and he drooled all over them, enamored with the taste and shape of his digits apparently. From his squatting position, he dropped onto his butt, squashing the mountain of mush inside.
Vince then watched himself—at least a more infantile version of himself—turn from a happy finger-sucking diaper filler to a tantrum machine. As if the sudden fall had reminded him of the mess he'd produced just moments before. It would have been strange watching a grown man cry and wave his fists at the feeling of his stinky, full padding normally—but on top of that—Vince was also watching himself have a complete meltdown about his used padding.
He was beginning to understand that he was watching himself through Millraca's eyes, that this monster who'd pursued him, diapered him, and bit him wasn't taking blood and draining his life's essence, but instead fed off of his learned experience and maturity. Millraca had sucked up all of Vince's adult thoughts, the things that'd made Vince himself and left only a babyish, impulse-driven husk in his body.
The dawning realization that he'd been pulled and taken from his body was overridden by the droning noise around him finally shifting into something he could understand. Vince wasn't alone in the maturity vampire's body...
Groans and wails of agony finally reached his ears. Hundreds of voices of men and women screaming as though they were a mass of insanity and discomfort. All they could do, all Vince could do, was watch Millraca demand people play with her. Any adult mind would probably go mad. Vince had to wonder how long it'd take him to join them.
Part 3: Predator
My eyes hurt.
I've got on my sunglasses, the ones Momma gave me that keep that annoying ball of hurt outta my eyes, but even if it's getting late, it's still almost summer and the dumb sun keeps shining brighter day after day...
I hate the stupid sun. It makes my skin burn and feel itchy. Plus it makes me turn just as pink as my dress, that's really embarrassing! I don't wanna be all sun-burned when I try and play with people. The nighttime is just so much better. The chirp of all the crickets, the cool moonlight, and I can actually see because the dumb sun isn't out.
While I'm waiting for the day to darken, I'm walking through downtown Arkham. I'm hungry again; it's been a month since I found that little nerd and played hide and seek with him, which means my tummy is rumbling.
All around me are possible meals, none of which look cute enough to play with me but it's too early anyway. I don't like to play when my eyes are all burny like this, I'm just scouting and, bonus, get a chance to look at all the cute clothes in the shops!
While I walk, I see a little fluttery piece of paper hanging from one of the big wooden tel-e-phone poles. "Miss-ing" I say out loud, str-ugg-ling to say the words on the page. After I eat, I can read realllly well and I always learn a couple of new words too, but when I get hungry again the words get really tough. Momma is always really mean about it, too, re-plac-ing my big chapter books with the cardboard ones and laughing at me for getting 'stupider'.
My eyes focus on the poster, taking in the picture because the rest of the words are just too big. The boy in the picture is cute, with his messy black hair and his cartoon shirt. I realize I know him, he was my nummy meal last month when I turned into mist and escaped the nursery.
"Vi-in-ce... Vince! Oh! His name was Vince. Huh, little bro Vinnie? Nooo, he's too cute to be a little bro, he should be little sis Vera. Now I can tell Momma her name and they can stop calling her that silly string of numbers."
With a shrug, I turn and walk away. It's too bad that her friends won't find her, not unless they run into me. Momma and those stuffy doctors came and took her after I ate, putting her in the other parts of the nursery I never see.
"Bumm buh bumm hmmm hmmm hmmm."
It takes a bit for the sun to go away and the super neat blue of the evening to settle in. When it does, the crowds thin out. Momma always says when I escape that I gotta be careful and that people will see me. I always laugh at her. It doesn't matter how often I tell her that people can't see me unless I want them to. Even in my prettiest pink dress and my biggest diaper, I just blend into a crowd.
I do a little giggle just thinking about it, skipping through the smaller crowd. "Even if somebody does see me, I can just look at 'em and make them calm down."
A dark and spooky night starts to slip in and I get to start looking for my meal. I like to look for people who really seem like being an adult is a burden to them and I like to take that burden from them. I get to make them so happy by taking them back to big babies.
In the crowds I see lots of po-tent-ial. There's some cute girls, some boys who would be real happy in one of my pink diapers, some older Momma types who look like they could use a break and some big, tough businessmen who would make for the cutest baby boys.
I'm picky about what I want though, some of the tastiest are people who are older. They have so much experience that just settles nicely in my tummy but they don't like to play! They just lay down and let me suckle from their neck. Playing before gives the people a big jolty zoom when I eat them, like I can taste all that squirmy scaredness.
While I'm looking around, someone catches my eye. She's cute, wearing that edgy black tank-top, short jacket, and little denim short shorts. Her brown hair is swept across her forehead and her eyes are piercing, framed by all that makeup and such a pretty green color.
What really makes me excited is that even though I've got my veil up and people aren't sup-posed to be able to see me, she's looking right at me.
A big smile spreads across my face and I flash my fangs at her. I like showing my fangs to people, they're so cool and everyone always seems to get really excited when I show them off. She's not excited though, the goth girl grimaces! She actually just frowns and makes a nasty face at me!
Already I can see that she's gonna be such a fun playmate. Little sis Vera was sooo bad at tag but this one already looks like she's gonna go. I wanna get her.
I take a big step toward her, moving past all the people who can't see me. Her face turns to fear. I can prac-ti-cally taste it; the terror is wafting off her like a really good-smelling perfume. It's all woody and moist and earthy, like grave dirt. It's not a new smell for me but a rare one.
Everyone has a different smell when they get scared. Some people smell like earth, some like flowers. My favorite ones smell like pee, those are the ones I know realllly need diapers like me. Little sis Vera smelled like fresh laundry when she was hiding, a soapy smell.
I take another big step, leaning forward and flashing her another smile. "Heyyyyy pretty girl, wanna play with me?" I ask.
She looks around, trying to see if anybody else heard me. Of course no one did. She's looking around like a dumb-dumb and everyone is just passing by. I don't even know if they can see her. Nobody ever listens to my playmates, not if I do it at the right time...
Instead of answering me or playing along like most people do, the girl does something I couldn't have ever expected. She runs.
The strong earthy smell of moss and grave dirt gets stronger from the cute girl even as she gets further away. It's been hun-dr-eds of years since somebody ran from me. When I think back, I realize that it hadn't happened since my early days in Germany. Super-sti-tion made villagers run from a girl like me just because of instinct or they'd wear those stinky, burning pro-tect-ive charms.
I giggle a little, I haven't had a good run since Styria was still a place. Everyone now-a-days liked to do the little run and hide or they'd just talk to me or go limp.
"Guess we're be playing tag today!" I say excitedly.
I chase after the good smelling dirt girl, letting her get a good bit away so that I don't catch her too quick. I'm fast, very fast, so if I go my top speed, our game would end too quick. She's really good though cause pretty quickly I lose sight of her.
"Ooooh you're a fun one!"
I go back and forth through the last night people, chasing the cute goth's terror smell, care-ful-ly tracking it as it gets smellier or less strong in my nose. She's better than I was ready for, ducking through buildings and stuff to keep away from me.
It takes me a little time and the pitch-black of later night even sets in but I finally corner her. The poor girl takes a wrong turn into a store with no back door for her to run out of. When I zoom in after her, her chest is heaving and her eyes look wild, she's angling for an escape but even if she could get past me I wouldn't let her.
I won, and my reward is right in front of me.
"C'mon big sis," I say, closing the space between her and me. "I get to tag you now..."
I said tag, but in reality I meant tackle, diaper, and drink. From the pan-icked look in her eye, she knew what I meant. Maybe she's heard about the 'Nighty-Night girl too.
"Stay the fuck away from me you freak!" she says, putting her hands up all scared like.
"Uh oh! Big sis likes her potty words huh? That's really naughty. When Momma comes to get you, she might wash your mouth out with soap."
"I said fuck off!"
Her voice gets louder the closer I get, not just because I'm closer. I mean, I am, but she's also shouting, getting louder, throwing a little hissy fit 'cause she lost the game.
Giggling like crazy, I lunge for her, gripping at her waist to yank away her little denim shorts so I can wrap her up in my diapee. I'm not ready the fam-il-iar crinkle I feel when I dig my fingers into her hips. That plasticy rustling is exactly what I think it is; there's not a single doubt.
I get excited, too excited. My fingees dig into the material of her denim shorts and I pull them apart, ripping off the bottoms with one strong pull. The denim threads rip free in a loud *skkkkrp* sound, one that kinda reminds me of the tapes of a diaper. I laugh, 'cause even if I don't get to diaper this one, I still get to hear that neato tear.
This girl's diaper isn't as thick as the one Momma always puts me in, but it is just as pretty and pink. For such a tough goth girl, its heart pattern and two-toned pink shell feels wrong. Maybe when we get back to the nursery Momma would want to put her in something with skulls so she can pee in something as tough as her.
'Cause I don't need to wrap her up, I grab new girl by her hips and lift her, hoisting her like a big baby doll. She seems more shocked that I can pick her up instead of it actually hap-pen-ing. She's quick to recover though. Maybe I'm not her first weird thing.
"I'll bet you'll just be soooo yummy." I say.
With my strong muscles, I lay my new sister down on the floor, making sure to be gentle. Momma always warns me to be careful with my toys and the last time I broke one, I got a real hard spanking. I don't wanna get another one...
When she's put down, the new girl tries to roll away, doing her best roly-poly impression like it'll help her escape me. I don't let her. I move really fast and slip my legs over her, dropping onto my knees to straddle her like she's a pony.
The crotch of my nappy lines up with hers real perfect too.
"You're going to be such a good hump toy big sis... big sis... what's your name?" I ask. I don't care usu-ally, but this girl has been soooo much fun. I want to know who I'm about to drink up.
"Fuck you." she says rudely.
"Come on sis, just tell me your name! I never get to know unless one of those stupid posters tells me."
The girl considers for a second. "My name's Lavenia." she says, then she looks up at me, her eyes begging for mercy.
"Big Sis Lavenia. Well, Little Sis Lavy soon enough."
Her eyes snap wide but I'm too fast. I lean down, pressing my body against hers and bringing my teeth to her neck. The pointed parts of my fangs poke through the flesh easily but none of that yucky blood comes out, only the really yummy 'ma-tu-rit-y' that I like to drink.
Momma explained it to me one time, telling me about my fangs only poke of the fou-rth di-men-shun or something, so that I don't hurt the body, just take from... I take from... I drink their nasty adulthood away so they don't get worried about it.
With a swallow and a suckle, I consume in the goth's adulthood, filling my tummy with it.
This girl's essence tastes good too, a deep flavor that indicates far more than her age implies. As I take in more, I can feel the sum of her years. When the flow should ebb and the maturity should stop, it simply doesn't. I am, for once, not cut off from my meal before my hunger is slated. I can drink in all the metaphysical angst of adulthood that I can handle.
Beneath me, my victim thrashes and writhes, still trying to fight me off of her so that she can break free. This one has spunk, a willingness to survive that you don't usually see anymore. I'm impressed; I thought such fight had left this world. As I nip at her neck and suck, I unlock my knees and buck my hips, smashing the front of my diaper and into hers. The friction of the padding on my sex feels amazing.
It's the little pleasurable indulgences like this that I always like to dip into while I feed. It's the time in my life that I'm likely the least infantile and yet, with the most control, I choose to derive a sexual pleasure in the act.
Beneath me, I notice the diaper of my victim stop rustling, the noises from it becoming a constant and rhythmic 'squishing' as I mash the crotch of my diaper against hers. Finally, I've drained enough to take her continence, a marker that she's finally past the point of no return.
Part 4: Leash
G.E.O. Officer Laura looked out at the dark streets of Arkham, keeping an eye out for the telltale signs of PNO-0005's presence. They hadn't expected her to get out this early; hell, there were still people actively shopping. This meant that their response time somewhat slow, something she was sure to hear from management about.
The officer next to her, who was driving the van toward the small GPS beacon's position, seemed just as worried, apparently fretting about 'public perception' and 'damage'.
"What if we're too late? What if she went and actually made another one?"
Laura shakes her head, scoffing at the idea. "She's never made another one, not in all this time. I wouldn't worry. She's most cognizant when she feeds and knows she can but doesn't."
"So wait she's smarter right now!?"
Laura rolled her eyes. "Even with all the big words she's still fairly juvenile. Smarter doesn't mean her habits change, like at all"
"But she's definitely gotten someone again..."
It was beginning to dawn on Laura that this was a new person on her team, somebody who'd never had to handle Millraca. "Since you obviously didn't read the file, that's fine. We allow her to 'escape' once a month and she stays with us the rest of the time. Her containment procedures are a farce. We engineered her acceptance."
There was a long silence between them as the driver took in what Laura said and before conversation could spark up again, they arrived at their destination, a cafe with its doors thrown wide open and Millraca clearly straddling some poor girl inside.
"Jesus, anyone can see them!" the driver exclaimed.
Laura made a mental note about reassigning this idiot to test subject since he clearly couldn't do his basic containment research. "...Not without memetic resistance training they can't. Just... Just come on and try not to get in the way."
The van pulled up to the curb next to the shop and Laura and her moronic driver hopped out. Before approaching her charge, she cracked the back door of the van and kept the pair of overlarge carseats easily accessible.
Upon entering the cafe, Laura was met with moans and wet squishing from the pair, the sordid sounds of Millraca's 'use' of her victim.
"Ms. Millracaaaa!" Laura called, softening her voice from its normal professional timbre and adding a playful tone to it.
PNO-0005, the maturity-sucking pamper vampire, Millraca, The Nighty-Night girl, the monstrous identity-thieving woman had a lot of names and was a lot of things to different people, but she was only one thing to Laura and to Millraca, Laura was...
"MOMMA!" the vampire said excitedly.
Quickly she snapped up from the form on the floor, leaving a brown-haired girl drooling and dumb and rubbing her squishy, mush-stained pampers with her hands.
"Take care of the girl, I'll get PNO-0005 strapped up." she commanded, pointing the driver to the masturbating diaper dummy on the floor.
With the victim taken care of, she turned her attention to Millraca, whom she swept up into a big sweeping hug. "I see you went and had an evening on the town tonight, even got out a little early huh? Maybe got a little sunburned?"
Millraca pulled away, stepping back from Laura but keeping the G.E.O. officer's hand in hers. "I may have gotten a little sunburned, but my hunger demanded I go out when I did, my thirst was too great and I needed to relieve someone of their maturity."
Laura shook her head. The articulate, post-feeding Millraca was not her favorite version of the vampire. Really, she just used that language to defend her actions more verbosely, which proved to be annoying cause she was still just trying to get away with her selfish babyish impulses.
"Well let's get you back in the nursery then; maybe you'll be able to finish The Count of Monte Cristo before you go all baby-brained again." Laura said, leading her charge out toward the waiting van.
Before she could strap Millraca in, the driver stopped her, a panicked look in his eye. "Cap, listen. This isn't a normal girl PNO-0005 got. It's, uh, well..."
"Spit it out." Laura demanded.
"Ohhhh look at you getting on the bad side of authority." Millraca teased.
"Cap, it's PNO-0012. This girl is one of the entities."
It took a second to recall exactly what of the many preternatural entities and objects that specific set of numbers applied to but once she figured it out, Laura rolled her eyes.
"So what? Load her up and in three days she'll disappear from custody and go back to her dorm. This might actually be our best case scenario. No civies were affected; that girl gets a brain-drained vacation and Millraca's full. I don't see any problem."
The soon-to-be demoted G.E.O. officer had more to say but Laura turned away from him, putting Millraca in her seat and strapping the harness together in front of her.
"Momma, I would like some Momma kisses please," Millraca said, making her daily demand of Laura.
"Maybe back at the nursery." Laura said.
"Nooooo," Millraca said, letting her mask of intellectualism slip. "I would like them now. Please Momma, I deserve them!"
Laura shook her head. Millraca knew better and rather than letting her get her way, she popped a pacifier past Millraca's lips, filling her mouth with the big rubber nipple and cutting off any further protests. She then pecked the plastic mouth guard of the paci and clicked the last buckle into place.
"Now be good or that's the only 'Momma kiss' you're getting.
Millraca's eyes widened, taking the threat into account. She nodded, quieting down and nestling into her seat.
"Good girl." Laura said, turning to round up the last of the evidence and prepare to leave.