Family Planning Part 4

ABDL content on this post. 😘

(I'm very much an ABDL gal, especially combined with shrinking. Girl's gotta indulge herself from time to time!)

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Jenna felt light, her trembling hands inching across the sofa before she gingerly began peeling the wrapping off of her prize. Carefully, Jenna slipped the bunched-up trousers from Ivana’s tiny legs. The fabric was soft, still warm, and had an odd elasticity to it. Shifting from the couch, Jenna let them unfurl. ‘I may keep these.’ She mused, returning to her guest. Jenna arched an eyebrow, a pair of panties lay on the cushion entangled by Ivanas delicate and slender ankles.

The blouse was rumpled, thin wispy strands of pristine chestnut hair peeked out of the collar. Ivana’s tiny hands had slipped up to her chin, but she was still swallowed by the pink fabric of her top.

Only, Jenna couldn’t find a bra anywhere. ‘I guess she never really needed one…’ she mused to herself, returning to her task. Sliding her hand into the rumpled pink fabric, she winced as her fingers slid along Ivana’s legs. She grinned as she scooped the tiny woman up into the air. ‘Stay asleep, please stay asleep…’

Jenna’s breathing quickened; she felt a warm tingle running along her spine as her fingers slipped under Ivana’s tiny rear end. Smiling as she continued upwards, cradling Ivana’s tiny head in the palm of her hand, the entirety of Ivana’s new frame rested on her forearm, delicate legs dangling on either side of Jenna’s arm. As she lifted the top free, Jenna’s breathing froze.

Ivana had been watching her calories. The tiny figure was lean, her modest bust nearly melting flush against her chest. The mole she’d been so embarrassed by plainly visible. Leaning down, Jenna took a moment to appreciate the little woman. Smiling as she scrutinized every centimeter of her tiny frame. Ivana’s lovely hairstyle framed her face adorably, her body was still, chest gently rising and falling. Carefully cradling the puny figure to her bust, Jenna held her breath as she gingerly carried Ivana down the hall and into the nursery.

Striding up and softly laying Ivana onto the changing table, Jenna carefully let her hands drop to her sides. Her hands trembled and she clenched her fingers into tight balls. She took a moment to compose herself, staring down at the shrunken figure. Ivana’s arms folded over her non-existent bust, one foot planted on the cushion and the opposite bent and laying flush with the tabletop.

Chuckling to herself, Jenna patted Ivana’s bare thighs and stretched her little frame out. Stooping slightly and pulling a neatly folded diaper from the drawer within the changing table. Gently she pinched Ivana’s ankles and lifted the unconscious woman's legs and unfolded the garment, before laying Ivana’s toned backside into the seat.

Standing up to her full height, she looked down at Ivana as she fastened the tabs, securing the diaper in place. The sight of her posh haircut and the elegant makeup on her face, contrasted with her new diaper was absolutely perfect.

Clasping her hands together, Jenna was bobbing on the balls of her feet, she nearly bit through her knuckles. It took all her strength not to cheer. ‘Your dream come true…’ She thought with a sigh. The arrogant beanpole who’d abandoned Jenna at the departure terminal without even a kiss goodbye was now adorably pathetic laying before her. ‘And I’m going to ensure you enjoy every second of it.’