Miranda, Female, 24 (current), 7 months (age play), 9 (flashback)

	- Narrator, daughter of Angela and Dan

	- 5'7, beige skin, 125lbs, downy buzzed dark red-brown hair

Dr. Martin Green (Daddy), Male, late-40s

	- Sex therapist, husband of Auburn

	- 5'8, ruddy beige skin, 150lbs, short brown hair with grey streaks

Dr. Auburn Green (Mommy), Female, late-40s

	- Psychologist, wife of Martin

	- 5'10, light-olive skin, 140lbs, shoulder-length auburn hair

Angela, Female, early-30s (flashback)

	- Mother of Miranda, wife of Dan

	- 5’7, beige skin, 140obs, dark-red brown hair over shoulders

Dan, Male, early-30s (flashback)

	- Father of Miranda, husband of Angela

	- 5’11, tanned beige skin, 175lbs, cropped dirty-blonde hair

I began my phase as a seven-month old by crawling awkwardly from the bathroom to where Mommy and Daddy were seated on the couch. I knew I should be able to vocalize, so when I saw them looking at me, I clumsily sat back on my butt, swaying a little, giggling, and said, "Da-da-da-da," and then giggled some more.

I could see the delight on Mommy's face. "Oh, she knows you, Dear! Say Daddy, Miranda!"

"Da-da-da-da," I babbled.

Daddy got down on the floor with me, "Oh, how lovely she is!"

I fell over gently onto my back and giggled as Daddy tickled my sides and blew kisses on to my bare stomach. He even kissed my nipples, and I imagined I truly was a seven-month old with a flat chest and a Daddy who loved putting his lips there.

Mommy got down, too, pulling an oversized plush polar bear. "Look what I got for you, Miranda! A lovely present just for you!"

I cooed and rolled forward as Daddy let me up. I reached out my arms, "Da-da-da..."

"No, no," Mommy told me, "you have to come get it. This is a polar bear. Bear. See this Miranda?" she said, setting it on the floor near her feet, "Bear. Bear."

"Da-da-da-ba."

"Oh, so close! Come on, my love, come get your bear."

"Da-da-ba-ba-ba" I flopped onto my hands and knees, loving our game, crawling quickly over to the bear and laying down on top of it like I imagined a little toddler might do. "Da-ba-ba."

"Bear," Mommy repeated.

I giggled and rolled over, holding it against me, "B-b-ba-ba."

"Good!" Mommy exclaimed. "Now, you play with your bear a little while. Mommy and Daddy need to snuggle, okay?"

I pretended not to understand, rolling around with my bear. I tossed it a foot or two in front of me, giggled, then crawled over, "B-ba-ba."

Mommy joined Daddy on the couch and they began to kiss, Mommy saying, "She's really growing up, Daddy!"

"Yes, my Dear, so fast she goes!"

"I bet you have naughty things you want to do to her, don't you, Daddy?"

"Very naughty, oh, yes, very naughty."

Mommy slid her hand between Daddy's legs, "Tell me, Dear, what does Daddy want to do?"

"Well, my love, our little girl is much too young to be penetrated, unfortunately..."

"Oh, I know, Dear. So little yet. You'd hurt her. I'm so sorry!"

"Hush now, my love. Daddy doesn't need that until Miranda is ready," Daddy explained, "but I've seen her lovely little puffy slit, as have you, Mommy."

Mommy purred as Daddy stroked her thigh, "My, yes, and we've both licked it, such a sweet little thing she has between her legs!"

"Mmm, yes, delicious, just like her Mommy, but so smooth and hairless!"

Mommy pulled out Daddy's cock and started stroking it. I had a hard time pretending to play with my bear, so I rolled over and formed a blank toddler stare with my expression, as if I was fascinated by what they were doing.

"What do you have in mind for our little seven-month old?"

"Perhaps," Daddy told her, groaning as she stroked his cock, "you might take me in your mouth long enough to get me very close, and then I might use our little girl's hairless slit to finish myself? You know, Mommy, just rub myself along her? Not putting it inside Miranda's tiny pussy, no, not yet, she's too small!"

Mommy sucked Daddy a moment then said, "Oh, I like the sound of that, Daddy, and I think little Miranda would just love to let you use her like that." She turned to me and smiled, "Right, Miranda? You want Daddy to use your little hairless slit like that?"

I giggled in reply, "Da-da-da-da."

Mommy turned back to Daddy and said, "I think she does, my love."

Daddy pulled Mommy off the couch and got down on his knees in front of me, flipping me onto my back and removing my clean diaper, letting it rest below me on the carpet.

"My God, Mommy," Daddy exclaimed, "can you believe our seven-month old has such a swollen little pussy? Oh, it will be a delight to penetrate her one day."

I was so fucking wet from their words that I felt juices leaking out of me.

Mommy noticed, swiping a finger up from my vagina and sticking it right in Daddy's mouth, "She wants that, too, Daddy. She wants Daddy's nice cock in there when she's ready. But for now," Mommy said, returning her finger to my slit and spreading my juices around my hairless lower lips, "she has gotten herself ready for what you want, Daddy. See how wet she grows?"

Mommy leaned over and sucked Daddy again, and I knew Daddy was getting very close. Mommy let go and Daddy brought his adult body over mine, "Oh, Miranda," he said sweetly to me, kissing my lips and my cheek, "one day I'll be penetrating you down there, but not today. Today, I just need to feel your little pussy on Daddy's penis, okay?"

I smiled and cooed, "Da-da-da-da-da."

I felt his cock rest along my slit and it throbbed as I wet myself in excitement.

"Careful, my love," Mommy told him, "don't push too hard or you might penetrate her accidentally. Don't want to hurt our little girl!"

"I'll be very careful, my dear, I promise. I'll never hurt little Miranda, will I little one?"

Daddy's cock began to slide along my slit, forwards and back, forwards and back. I was wet enough that Daddy slid easily, and even though he was very gently thrusting himself between my parted labia, I knew he wouldn't last long.

"I'm close, little one. Oh, Mommy, I'm so close..."

"Release your seed, Daddy. Cum all over your baby girl," Mommy breathed as she played between her own legs, clearly on the edge of an orgasm. "Oh, dear, cum all over her!"

Daddy shuddered and looked down at me, "Oh, little one! Oh! Oh! Oh, yes! Oh, sweet Miranda! Daddy's cumming on you! Oh! Oh!"

I felt him jerk and his penis thrust hard upwards, sliding across my clit. I was close to orgasm and I heard Mommy having her own next to us as she watched Daddy's buttocks clenching. I felt warm wetness splash on my stomach, on my chest. One shot splashed against my chin and I flinched, then giggled, "Da-da-da-da!" I said in little girl encouragement, "Da-da!"

"Oh, God! Oh, god, Miranda... Oh, little one... I'm cumming on you... Daddy's covering you with his cum! Oh!"

I swear Daddy pumped a gallon of seed onto my body. It felt sticky and wonderful. I was so close I desperately wanted Daddy to notice. I cooed with urgency, "Da-ba-da-ba-b-b-b-daaaaaa."

He understood. Daddy always understood. Even as his penis drooled the last of its thick cream onto my hairless Mons, Daddy rubbed it along my slit just right, swiping across my little button and I exploded in pleasure. "Nnnnnn... Da-da! Nnnnnn... D-d-Da-d-Da! Nnn..."

"Oh, my love!" Mommy exclaimed, "You've given her an orgasm! Oh, how wonderful! She's covered in your seed, my dear! Well done, Daddy!"

I was thinking the exact same thing, flooded with amazing sensations of arousing pleasure and deep, wonderful love for Mommy and Daddy as the sticky load plastered up and down my body began to cool and run down my sides.

- - -

Daddy and Mommy took extra special care to clean me up. And by extra-special care, I mean Daddy scooped up his seed from my body and fed it to Mommy. I giggled and cooed and said, "Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma," my new babbles delighting Mommy to no end as she ate Daddy's cream. When he'd gotten what he could off my skin, Mommy licked up what remained, using her tongue to clean the sticky globs away.

And then they bathed me and I melted in the enjoyment of it. Mommy and Daddy used warm, soapy water and soft sponges to wipe my skin clean, soon drying me and putting on a fresh diaper.

They had a lovely surprise, fitting me into a soft, two-piece pajama set that felt warm and wonderful on my skin. I worried a little that I might mess my diaper and soil them accidentally. Once or twice I'd overfilled my diaper with one type of waste or the other and left a stinky mess for Mommy or Daddy to clean up. I really didn't want to mess my new pajamas.

But they felt nice and soft on my skin and I loved being able to curl against Mommy in bed later that day as she held me against her breasts. I suckled them, slurping as if milk flowed freely, cooing my pleasure as Daddy wrapped around us both and kept us safe and warm until we fell asleep together.

- - -

Being seven-months old was a lot more fun than being a newborn. Sure, I couldn't get down off the bed on my own, but once down, I was free to move about, to fidget with new toys Mommy and Daddy had bought for me, and wrestle with my favorite new stuffed animal, the huge polar bear. It was almost as big as I was, and during one moment, where Mommy was reading on the couch and Daddy was away at work, I even rolled over on top of the polar bear and found that I felt really tingly with my legs on either side. My hips sort of moved on their own, me humping my bear and giggling with enjoyment.

Mommy looked over and smiled, "Oh, how lovely!" she exclaimed as she began to play with herself while watching me. "Ride the bear, Miranda!"

"Ba-ba-ba!" I babbled.

It brought back a memory of when I was nine years old, not too long after my parents and I had rekindled our incestuous relationship together. As I rode the polar bear, my new Mommy masturbating and encouraging me, I thought back to that fun afternoon with my father and a different favorite stuffed animal.

- - -

My mother was off with friends on a Saturday afternoon, and unlike usual, I had nothing really to do that day. My friends were all unavailable, Dad was building something in his workshop, and little nine-year old me was rather horny. I got that way a lot, so that was nothing new. Over the previous few months, I'd had Mom and Dad around to play with me and bring me to orgasm after orgasm. I masturbated sometimes, but usually I was so sexually satisfied that it was only times when I was bored, and alone, that my fingers went about their business between my legs.

This was one of those days, though I hadn't yet started reaching into my panties to touch myself. I was on my back, on the bed, singing along with some silly song or other, rocking my legs around as I did, staring at the ceiling. I had an oversized, stuffed horse that I loved. I had gotten him a couple of years earlier, before I'd really become sexually aware, naming him Mango for some reason. Mango was often my companion when Maggie and I were whispering innocent secrets during a sleepover, and he listened, silently, to me when I was alone and just needed to talk. Sure, the horse never had much to say in return, but I liked to pretend that Mango could hear me and liked it when we snuggled.

Mango's place was on my bed, rarely being set aside even when I was nine and sometimes had my one or both of my parents coming to touch or lick or fuck me in my bedroom. Mango saw many things and he kept our secrets like a champ, and I still adored the times my horse and I giggled to some naughty details I described for him.

I rolled over to find Mango and wrapped him in a big hug, telling him, "I love you, Mango!"

The horse just stared at me, never showing his understanding, but I knew he was listening and I felt his love in return.

When I hugged him, it made one of Mango's long legs brush past my thigh and I giggled, "Naughty Mango!" I teased him. For a few minutes, I just rolled and squeezed him, enjoying a moment with my silent stuffed friend.

I'd had a notion about wanting a pony, like so many girls my age did. I'd never been horseback riding, but I had loads of books and magazines about ponies and horses and I really hoped Mom and Dad might take me one day. I put Mango onto all fours on my bed, giggling, his size easily bigger than my own. Mango was huge, really, and it was a challenge to try to get onto his back to ride him like I would a horse.

I had to push down somewhat, causing Mango's legs to bend, but I managed to climb on top. For several minutes, I laughed and pretended we were galloping, patting Mango's rear end like I was pushing him to run faster. I kept my weight mostly off of him. He was a stuffed animal, after all, and his legs were wholly plush, not reinforced with anything stiff or solid.

After a period of this, I felt a nice tingling between my legs and giggled. "Naughty Mango!" I laughed again, and started to rub my crotch along his back, holding my hands around his soft body to keep from crushing him. I started to feel real nice and knew I was soon going to orgasm.

I petted Mango's neck like Mom often did mine, whispering things she said to me during our intimate moments, "You are so sexy, Mango! You make me feel so good!"

My body began to rush full of pleasure and tingled so nicely, my legs squeezing my stuffed friend and clamping my thighs around his body, keeping nice pressure up against my panty-covered crotch. I rode Mango faster, faster, told him, "Give it, Mango! Give it good!" My nine-year old body flooded with warm, wonderful sensations as I orgasmed while riding my favorite stuffed animal.

I heard a sound behind me and turned my head back to see my Dad standing in the doorway, his penis pulled out through the opening in his trousers, his fingers working slowly along his erect shaft. I giggled, "Oh, hi, Daddy!"

"That was so hot, Miranda," he told me, "so, so hot... Think there's room for one more?"

I pursed my lips, "I don't think Mango can take more, Daddy. I'm already having to hold him up!"

Dad smiled at me, "No, I mean... between your legs..."

I smiled, flushed from my orgasm, "Oh, sure!"

Before I could move away from Mango, Dad stepped into my room, dropping his pants quickly, then stepped onto the bed. Because I was already hunched over Mango, my little bottom was pushed back a bit and I bet Dad loved to see my panties spreading out to cover it. He pressed my back until my chest was flat against Mango's back, my face against the animal's neck, then Dad pulled aside my panties and fingered my little wet hole a moment.

I moaned in sweet pleasure. I loved when Dad touched me there. He always was so gentle and careful, never scratching me or stretching me too much. Within a minute or so, Dad stretched the panties more to the side, squatted down until his hips were behind my body, and carefully stepped over Mango's backside.

It was like my father, too, was mounting Mango with me. I giggled at the thought, then sucked in my breath when I felt warm pressure between my legs, Dad penetrating my lightly-hairy little pussy. I had a hard time keeping myself in the right position, but my father's strong arms wrapped around my body, hugging me to him, as we began to mate.

It didn't take long for me to feel my dad swelling inside me. I loved that sensation, the seconds before he would release his seed into my body. I grew wet knowing what was about to happen, grunting lightly as he humped my body and rode Mango with me. My clit was exposed this time and rubbed against the animal's soft fur. Just as Dad started groaning really loudly, I had another orgasm, tightening my vagina as I came.

Dad moaned, "Oh... Miranda... Oh... Oh... Ohhhhhh. Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohmmmmmmmm..."

I felt the warm rush of his seed spurting inside my body, my father releasing his load, emptying his nuts right into my nine-year old vagina. I purred my enjoyment as he filled me. Some of his cum squirted out and I could feel it dripping down.

Dad pulled back after a moment and I unmounted Mango on trembling legs. I looked down to see a pool of white cream near Mango's tail and I giggled, "You cummed on Mango!"

My father grinned, "Sorry about that..."

"Don't be sorry, Daddy!" I told him, "Mango likes to get cummed, too!"

He leaned down and kissed me, his gentle hands caressing my bottom and causing more of Dad's cream to drip down my thighs.

- - -

The memory had me rocking against the polar bear, doing my best to stay seven-months old in my movements, just awkwardly rubbing myself against the animal. Mommy was climaxing on the couch, and her cries made my own orgasm rush in. "Mm-mm-mm-mm-mmuh-mmuh-mmmuh..." I babbled as I came, unable to stop from grinding myself against the bear.

"Oh, Miranda, dear, you've made yourself orgasm! Oh, how wonderful!" Mommy told me in a very breathy tone. She swooped over and wrapped herself around me, kissing my cheek and neck and placing her hand into my diaper to feel my wetness. There was already some urine there, but Mommy didn't care when she drew out her fingers and licked them clean. She kissed me some more, then drew me against her to suckle from her breast. I could smell Mommy's private scent wafting from between her legs and that made me coo in delight as I sucked from her breast.

"We do have something to tell Daddy, don't we dear? Oh, he will be so delighted that you orgasmed on your own!"

I giggled, "Da-da-da-da."

"Mommy is very proud of you, little one. So very proud!"

"Mm-mm-mm-mmuh-mmuh-mmuh-mmuh."

That seemed to make Mommy really happy and I could hear and feel her giggling with me as she rocked me against her body, her nipple back between my lips, the scent of her feminine arousal lightly playing on my nose for some time.

- - -

The rest of that week, I remained seven-months old, and while Daddy worked, Mommy and I would share special times together. Daddy came home and Mommy usually encouraged him to use my special place to bring himself pleasure. I loved it when Daddy did that, even though I didn't always orgasm from it. But Daddy always spurted a thick load onto my body and covered me in his wonderful cream. He even slipped some of it into my mouth with his finger, and I suckled him, cooing, while swallowing milk which was much saltier than what Mommy fed me from a bottle.

I was given more solid food, too, such as cereals and small pieces of fruit which hadn't been mashed. The adult inside me appreciated this part most since I was really growing tired of the mushed consistency of my food.

As before, Daddy sometimes put his cream on it, especially when I had cereal, and I saw the delight in their eyes when they watched me pick up grain flakes which were sticky with cum and put them in my mouth, chewing it a moment before swallowing. It was an odd combination, but it turned me on as much as it did Mommy and Daddy.

I still was too young to do more than crawl around, and I certainly couldn't rid myself of the diaper. I had started to develop a bit of a rash on the insides of my thighs, so Mommy or Daddy would put a slippery cream on it, sometimes touching me right between my legs as if they couldn't help themselves. The rash got a little better, but I was starting to look forward to getting to a point where I might potty train and not have to pee and poo in a diaper for them to change and wipe me clean all the time.

We reached Sunday and Mommy announced it was time for our break. I stood up from the floor and stretched. My legs were definitely weak still, though I'd been trying to use them more over the previous days since I could crawl and do other things a seven-month old might do.

"How are you feeling about things, Miranda?" Martin asked me.

They had prompted me earlier in the day to let them know what I might like to eat during our break, and I'd made my choice clear when Auburn had landed on curry, so I finished my mouthful of delicious, savory Indian gravy, chicken, peas, and rice, and replied, "Fantastic, overall. I'm definitely looking forward to aging again, but being able to crawl has helped me feel less stuck."

"Yes," Auburn told me, "I imagine you are looking to age up about now. I'm thinking we go to the next point immediately."

"Two years?" I asked.

"Two years," she confirmed.

"Potty training, walking mostly normally, some simple phrases, some... temper tantrums?"

Auburn laughed, "My, yes. All of that, for sure. You remember our plans well!"

I grinned, "An exciting phase, I think. And I think Daddy and Mommy will enjoy this one, too. If I recall... my mouth and hands will now be in play... and... maybe my bottom a little?"

Martin nodded and smiled, "Yes, indeed! Just the tip, so to speak, in all things, but I gather that might be a fantastic tease for all of us, yes?"

Auburn agreed, and I replied, "I cannot wait... It's been too long since I've been able to play with you directly... and... I know I won't get full penetration until I'm older, but... just the thought that you'll put your parts on my lips, or the tip of your cock, Martin, just inside my butt... I can't wait!"

They both showed their arousing eagerness for me to age so that they could get started on such play, but Martin said, "You'll age tonight after the break, I think, but we should wait until tomorrow to explore these sorts of opportunities. I'm a little sore right now."

Martin, pretending to be my Daddy, had rubbed himself a long time between my legs and I'd noticed his shaft looked a little irritated by the time he came. "Oh, of course... I've got a bit of stubble, right?"

He nodded, "Dear, can you do you magic and return our little one's privates to a perfectly smooth, hairless state?"

Auburn laughed, "Of course, my love. We may need to extend our break a bit to accomplish that, but it will be well worth it. That last waxing should have lasted a touch longer..."

I shrugged, "Once my pubes started growing in around eight, they always seemed to be rather insistent to be noticed."

They laughed again and we finished our meal. "Ready?" Auburn asked me.

"Ready." I stood an stretched my legs again, following the woman into the bathroom where she would touch up my wax job, and once we were finished, I'd get to return to our fantasy as a two-year old. I shuddered in anticipation of the new twists on our play to come.