Sissy Room

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Wearing my Huggies.

Went from a wet Huggies snug and dry size 7 to A fresh Huggies overnight size 7 for bed. Morning will be a Huggies snug and dry size 7.

Went from a wet Huggies snug and dry size 7 to a fresh Huggies overnight size 7 for bed. Morning will be a Huggies snug and dry size 7.

This is a story inspired by a setting which used to exist on Pete0101's DeviantArt page, a world where many people had mysteriously shrunk, and various laws and customs are slowly being put in place about their care. Since then he's created a new page as McShrinker and hasn't posted much about the world on his new profile, but I've included a snippet of text about the setting which this starts out in, The Petite Retreat, which seems to feature the character Annie Miles who pops up as a shrunken woman in various stories. --- Cover Story: Petite Retreat Getting Rid of the Giant Tension A unique kind of retreat for mini-sized people has shown up in (city name redacted), where they go to relieve the stress of the real world... and just be a baby again. We've seen some ABDL material online, but don't you want to experience that life FOR REAL? The Petite Retreat is specialized in that sort, and hires normal-sized people to accommodate them, depending on what type the mini people want. The owner of the Petite Retreat, Jill (redacted for privacy), wanted to make this a "small person's getaway" with a special fun theme that would make them relive their lives as babies, while others come to get accustomed to it. Jill tells us one example involving a baby-sized lady, Ms. Miles. "She had an interesting backstory on how she got that small, and was disrespected by the normal-sized people who confused her for a baby. She came to this place by her family as a 2-week therapy session for her, so she can adjust to her new lifestyle. It was an interesting time, but she slowly adjusted her role with our staff. When she left, she understood that being a "baby woman" isn't as bad as she thinks." The Petite Retreat accepts baby goods as donations, like diapers, clothes, and furniture, to keep the place running, while the only funding is from the baby-sized people who want to spend time at the retreat. The accommodations for the baby-sized people include different types: -Role-Reversal: Somebody younger comes in and acts like their parent, while the younger learns how to properly handle the baby, using the baby-sized person. -Daycare: They join with other people of their height, as the normal-sized adult takes care of them, doing activities and nap-times just like a normal daycare center. -Family Time: They live a baby's life in a normal family setting, with the normal-sized people feed, change you, bathe you, etc. just like they do to a regular baby. -Riding Along: Baby-sized people can hitch a ride in a stroller or baby seat of the car. The ride involves relaxation, while in motion. -Full Adjustment Therapy: Costing almost $3,000/week, the baby-sized person goes through all the above activities and the bonus of a therapist stopping by to check on your status of converting to a baby's life. That's what Ms. Miles went though, as Jill described. This has proven very effective with resistant Shrinkees. "We want the best kind of relaxation retreat for all people of the size that compares them to a baby or a toddler," Jill stated. Prices and more info can be reached at their Petite Retreat site, as well as online purchases and where to send the donations. The resort of a lifetime is here, and becoming the baby is just the "baby step".  ---- The sunlight streamed through the pastel-colored curtains of the Petite Retreat’s nursery wing, landing right on Jennifer as she stirred in her massive crib - massive relative to her at least. She blinked, the white bars of the crib reminding her that she was no longer big enough to get herself in or out of bed. Now, she was just a "little one." As she shifted, the heavy, crinkling bulk between her legs felt warm and sagging. A wave of heat hit her cheeks; it was a sensation she had fought against for the first week of her "therapeutic getaway" at this place, arranged by her mother-in-law, but by day fourteen, the resistance had been worn down into a quiet, pouty acceptance. The massive door to the nursery creaked open, and Nurse Brenda stepped in with a beaming, wide-eyed smile that felt more like a predator’s than a caregiver's. "Good morning, my little sugarplum! Did we have some sweet dreams?" Jennifer quickly tugged the pink teddy bear in front of her up slightly over her face, peeking out from behind it. By now she knew it was pointless to ask for the shrinkee-sized adult clothing that she'd arrived in, ever since her mother-in-law had sent her here to "learn to be managed better" or whatever the tagline of this place was, advertising itself as helping shrinkees learn new strategies for their new height. Apparently the only strategy they actually taught was being so cute that bigger people wanted to take care of you, and being good and completely compliant so they did so. Brenda was already leaning over the crib railing, cooing loudly. "Oh! Someone woke up with a very big present for Nanny! Someone is very lucky that she was put to bed in a diapie by the grownups isn't she?" Before Jennifer could protest, Brenda’s large hands scooped her up under the arms. Jennifer felt herself dangling in the air, her thick diaper sagging heavily. Brenda gave her a playful bounce and a loud, wet kiss on the cheek. "Let's get you fresh and clean so you're ready for the big day!" Jennifer was carried to the changing table with a cheerful laugh, her legs kicking instinctively as she was laid flat on her back. The cold air hit her skin as Brenda efficiently ripped the tapes of the diaper.  "My goodness, Jenny! You really did make a mess of yourself," Brenda chirped, lifting her legs high in the air to inspect the damage. "Such a little stinker!" The process was clinical yet suffocatingly sweet. The wipes were cold and massive, easily scrubbing away every trace of what she'd done. As Brenda worked, Jennifer felt the smoothness of her skin; the retreat had spoken eagerly about a "sanitary cream" which had been put on her crotch not long after arrival, which had seemed to cause no sign of former pubic hairs to be seen even since, leaving her completely smooth and exposed in a way that made it impossible to feel like a true adult anymore. *Crinkle.* The old diaper was rolled up and then dropped into the bin with a satisfying thud. Brenda then reached for a fresh, thick white diaper, sliding it under Jennifer’s bottom. Jennifer saw it just long enough to see the Sesame Street characters across the back, a design she'd seen some of the other residents of the nursery wing wearing. A generous dollop of rash cream was rubbed in with large firm fingers, followed by a cloud of baby powder that left Jennifer smelling like a bathroom. As the tapes were pulled tight—snug enough to ensure no leaks—Brenda leaned in close. "Now, what do we say?" Jennifer looked away. "Use your manners, sweetheart," Brenda prompted with a playful wag of her finger. "You know to say thank you when you're helped." Jennifer’s voice was small and defeated. "Thank you... Nanny... for changing my diaper." "Good girl!" Brenda cheered, giving Jennifer’s tummy a sudden, loud tickle attack that forced a giggle out of her despite her frustration. "Now, let's get you dressed! Guess who's coming to pick you up today? Your Mommy In Law is here!" The word 'Mommy' sent a shiver down Jennifer's spine. Her mother-in-law, Beatrice, had always viewed Jennifer as inadequate. Now, with Jennifer affected by the shrinking virus, right after Jennifer's husband had found her cheating by sexting and had asked for a divorce, Beatrice had stepped in as her legal guardian. As they exited the nursery and walked down the hall, Nurse Brenda didn't take her to the group playroom today. Instead they entered the main lounge. Beatrice was waiting. She looked towering, dressed in a sharp suit, wearing a smile of absolute triumph.  "There she is!" Beatrice cooed, her voice dripping with a sugary, condescending warmth. "How two weeks can fly by! Did you behave for the nurses, or were you a cranky little thing?" Brenda smiled. "A few tantrums early on, but she relaxed in time. She'd much better about being taken care of now." Beatrice stepped forward and took hold of Jennifer - passed around like a doll - pressing her against a shoulder that felt like a mountain. She pinched Jennifer’s cheek. "I can see the retreat has worked wonders. You look so much more... accepeting, Jenny. No more stressing over trying to find clothes for Shrinkees and turning down all my suggestions - when there's so many already available if you just look! And you look so *cute* now that you're trying them on now too." Jennifer tried to pull back, but Beatrice only tightened her hold, her voice dropping to a soothing, yet commanding tone. "Now, let's get you into your car seat. If you don't make any fuss on the way home, maybe you will get an extra treat when we stop at the drive-through." As she was carried toward the exit, Jennifer caught her reflection in a mirror: a tiny woman in a pastel romper, the unmistakable, thick bulge of a diaper rounding out her silhouette. This place had advertised itself as helping Shrinkees adapt to their new size. She couldn't believe that she'd let her stepmother talk her into it. And as they emerged outside and came to the massive car, with Beatrice lowering her into the awful car seat once again, Jeniffer realized that none of the things she'd brought with her in her suitcase were returning home with them - all of the miniature adult clothes and accessories which she'd worked so hard to find after her shrinking... ~~ The clock on the wall of the living room chimed 5:15 PM, and for Jennifer, it felt like the tolling in memory of her autonomy. She was currently sitting in a highchair—a "safety measure," as Beatrice called it—wearing a soft cotton sleeper that snapped up the front, though it did little to hide the crinkling bulk of the diaper she’d been wearing since the retreat. Her bib and her face were covered in the puree that Beatrice had so very eagerly spoonfed her. Just like the nanies at the retreat, she had said that she didn't want Jennifer "spilled it" by trying to do it on her own, nor wanted anything which would hurt her little teeth. After two weeks of eating literal baby food, one might expect that she would be used to it, but no she couldn't see that ever happening... "Alright, sugarplum," Beatrice chirped, humming a tune as she tidied up the kitchen. "Time to start winding down. Let's get your pajamas settled and head upstairs for a nice spill-proof bottle, and bed by five-thirty. We can't have you getting grumpy from lack of sleep!" Jennifer stiffened, her small hands gripping the plastic tray of the highchair. "Now?! Beat—Mommy—that’s ridiculous! It’s not even dark! Even at the retreat, they let us stay up until seven!" Beatrice stopped and turned, a jovial, amused smile on her face. She walked over to Jennifer, leaning down so their eyes were level, though the power dynamic was skewed by several feet of height. "Oh, honey, the retreat is a vacation. Out here in the real world, you're going to tire yourself out much quicker. We have so many places to go, so many little things for you to see! If we don't keep a strict schedule, you'll get overtired and start finding yourself having tantrums... just like you are right now." "I'm not having a tantrum!" Jennifer snapped, her voice pitching higher than she intended. "I'm an adult! I can decide when I'm tired! I refuse to go to bed at five-thirty. It’s embarrassing!" Beatrice’s smile didn't vanish, but it shifted. The joviality remained, but the warmth retreated, replaced by a cool, authoritative edge. "Now, Jenny, let's not use that tone. You are a very small girl in a very big world, and I can see that you're getting overtired." "I don't want to!" Jennifer pouted, crossing her arms over her chest and sinking back into the padded seat. "I'm staying up!" Beatrice sighed, a sound of exaggerated patience. "I see. It seems you still need some lessons about 'back-talk' when people are taking care of you. You’re acting very spoiled, Jen-Jen. We might have to try a little bit of discipline to see if you can remember your manners." Before Jennifer could process the threat, Beatrice reached over and effortlessly lifted her out of the highchair. Jennifer gasped, kicking her legs, but she was powerless against the grip while high in the air. In one swift motion, Beatrice sat down on the sofa and flipped Jennifer facedown across her lap.  The sudden shift in perspective left Jennifer staring at the carpet, the cool air hitting the back of her legs. Then came the sound—the distinct *scritch* of the snaps on her sleeper being undone and the loud, plastic *crinkle* as Beatrice pulled the garment up, leaving Jennifer exposed from the waist down in nothing but her thick, white diaper, with various Sesame Street characters across the back. "Now," Beatrice said, her voice stern but still maintaining that terrifyingly cheerful cadence. "Since you want to act like a fussy toddler, we'll treat you like one." *Whack!* The first smack landed squarely on the padded bulk of the diaper, the sound echoing through the quiet room. Jennifer jumped, a small squeak escaping her.  *Whack! Whack!* "These are for tantruming about your bedtime," Beatrice explained rhythmically, each word punctuated by a firm strike to the diapered bottom. "And these... are to remind you... that Mommy knows best!" The spanking wasn't especially painful through the diaper - Jennifer had unfortunately experienced a few bare bottom spankings for "tantrums" at the retreat - but it was profoundly humbling to be spanked by her mother-in-law this time. The sensation of being handled like a child, the sound of her own diaper crinkling and thumping under Beatrice’s hand, and the sheer helplessness of the position stripped away the last remnants of her poise.  Beatrice gave one final, loud *thwack* before pulling Jennifer back up into a sitting position on her lap. Jennifer was breathing hard, her face flushed crimson, eyes shimmering with unshed tears of frustration and embarrassment. "There," Beatrice cooed, her voice returning to that sugary sweetness as she smoothed Jennifer's hair. "I think we've had a good talk. Now, are we going to be a grumpy girl, or are we going to say 'Sorry, Mommy, I'll go to bed now'?" Jennifer looked up at the woman who had completely dismantled her life (well, the shrinking virus had done most of that), feeling the heavy weight of the diaper and the lingering sting on her bottom. She leaned her head against Beatrice’s shoulder, defeated. "Sorry, Mommy," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'll go to bed now." "Such a good girl!" Beatrice beamed, giving Jennifer a tight squeeze and a loud kiss on the forehead. "Now let's get you upstairs. If you're quiet during your bottle, maybe we'll read two stories tonight instead of one." ~~ The fluorescent lights of the superstore felt blindingly bright as Jennifer sat perched in the plastic child-seat at the front of the shopping cart. She was dressed in a frilly pink pinafore dress that Beatrice had insisted upon, but it did little to mask the unmistakable, rounded bulk beneath her. Every time the cart jolted or turned, the thick padding shifted with a loud, rhythmic *crinkle* that seemed to announce her status to every shopper they passed. Jennifer stared blankly at the passing shelves, feeling like a passenger in her own life. She had tried to suggest a list of things she needed—a book, some stationery—but Beatrice had simply patted her head and told her that "Mommy will buy you all the things you need." As they turned into the hygiene aisle, the cart slowed to a halt.  "Oh my goodness! Margaret? Is that you?" Jennifer looked up to see another towering woman standing there, clutching a handbag. Beside her was another shopping cart, and sitting in the child-seat was a shrunken woman who looked just as helpless—and just as pampered—as Jennifer. The other woman was dressed in a pale blue romper, her eyes glazed over, a large pink pacifier firmly plugged into her mouth to keep her quiet. "Beatrice! I can't believe it!" Margaret exclaimed, the two women embracing with an enthusiasm that completely ignored the two tiny people sitting beside them. "It’s been ages!" Beatrice beamed, leaning over to gesture toward Jennifer. "And look! I’ve finally settled things with my daughter-in-law. This is Jenny. She just finished her stay at the Petite Retreat, and now we get along fabulously. Isn't she just the most precious thing you've ever seen?" Jennifer felt a hot wave of blush creep up her neck as Margaret leaned in, cooing loudly. "Oh, look at those cheeks! And that little pout! She’s absolutely darling, Beatrice. I almost wish I was the one looking after her!" Jennifer opened her mouth to say hello—to try and establish some sort of adult rapport with the other shrunken woman—but she was immediately cut off as Margaret pointed toward her own companion. "And this is my sweet little Zoe. She's been such a good girl today; she hasn't had any tantrums since we left the house." Margaret reached down and patted Zoe’s diapered bottom, which gave off a loud, muffled *thump*.  "Now, tell me," Margaret said, turning back to Beatrice with an expression of intense focus. "Are you still using the Ultra-Drys? I've found them a bit too thin for overnight use. Zoe had a little leak last Tuesday—absolutely dreadful! Lucky I have plastic sheets on her mattress." Beatrice laughed, a sound of shared maternal victory. "Oh, we tried those! Far too risky. We’ve switched to the Premium Puffers. The absorbency is marvelous, though they do make the wardrobe a bit... challenging. You should see how she waddles thought! It's just adorable." Jennifer froze, her face burning. She was sitting right there, yet she had become nothing more than a talking point. "I can how she would," Margaret replied, glancing down at Jennifer’s bulk with an appreciative nod. "The Puffers definitely give them that lovely little pumpkin shape. It makes the rompers fit so much better. Do you find they leak around the legs, or is the elastic holding up with all the extra padding?" "A bit of both," Beatrice admitted, reaching down to absentmindedly pinch Jennifer’s diaper to check how wet it was. "But a little extra powder and some tight-fitting leggings usually do the trick. Of course, it's good to keep an eye on things, and always be ready to change when she's getting close." Jennifer looked over at Zoe. The other woman caught her eye for a brief second. There was a flicker of shared embarrassment in Zoe's gaze, and it looked like she was about to open her mouth to say something, but then Margaret reached down and pushed the pacifier deeper into Zoe's mouth with a firm finger.  "Shhh, sweetie, let the big women talk," Margaret whispered. Jennifer sank back into the plastic seat, her shoulders slumping. She realized with a sinking feeling that she wasn't ever going to be part of the conversation; but she would very often be the *subject* of it. As the two women continued to debate the merits of different diaper brands and the best ways to handle "cranky" shrinkees, Jennifer found herself staring at the floor, listening to the rhythmic *crinkle* of her own padding every time she shifted, feeling smaller than she ever had in her life. "You know," Margaret said, her eyes lighting up as she looked from Zoe to Jennifer, "it’s such a shame our little ones don't have any friends their own size. Zoe has been using the same toys over and over lately; I think she needs some social stimulation." Beatrice beamed, the idea clearly delighting her. "I was thinking the exact same thing! Jenny is still adjusting to her new size, and a bit of play-time with another girl her height would be just wonderful for her development. It would keep them both occupied while we have a proper catch-up." Jennifer’s head snapped up. A playdate? The very word felt like a slap to her dignity. "I don't think—" "Oh, listen to her try to chime in!" Beatrice interrupted with a giggle, pressing a finger to Jennifer’s lips to silence her. "Such an opinionated little thing. Don't worry, sweetheart, you're going to have so much fun." "How about tomorrow?" Margaret suggested, already checking her calendar on her phone. "The local playground has that wonderful fenced-in area. It’s perfectly safe—no chance of them wandering off or getting lost in the grass. We can just set them up in the sandbox and let them play with the buckets and spades while we sit on the benches." "Perfect!" Beatrice agreed, her voice brimming with smug satisfaction. "I'll bring some apple slices and juice boxes for their snack time. It’ll be like a little picnic!" Jennifer felt a wave of dread wash over her. The thought of being placed in a sandbox—likely in a diaper and a sun-hat, under the watchful, critical eyes of two women who viewed her as a child—was almost too much to bear. She looked at Zoe, who was staring blankly ahead, the pacifier bobbing slightly with every breath. "We'll have to make sure they're dressed for the occasion," Margaret added, glancing down at Jennifer’s frilly pinafore dress. "Something easy to peel off for quick changes. You know how these little ones can be when they get excited; they just go right through their padding!" Beatrice laughed and gave Jennifer’s diaper a playful, loud pat that echoed through the aisle. *Thump.* "Oh, believe me, I'll have her in something very practical. A little romper with easy-access snaps. We can't have any 'accidents' ruining the morning." "It's settled then!" Margaret chirped. "Ten o'clock tomorrow at the park. I'll bring the bubbles; Zoe loves chasing them, though she usually ends up tumbling over her own diaper and landing right on her bottom." Beatrice beamed down at Jennifer, her expression one of absolute ownership. "Did you hear that, Jenny? You have a playdate tomorrow! Aren't you excited to make a new friend?" Jennifer didn't answer. She couldn't. As Beatrice began to push the cart forward again, the rhythmic *crinkle-crunch* of her diaper served as a constant reminder that her schedule was no longer hers to manage. She now had a big day of very public "play" ahead of her, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. ~~ The morning air was crisp, but Jennifer was far too warm. Beatrice had dressed her in a pale yellow sun-suit with a matching bonnet tied firmly under her chin, ensuring that not a single strand of hair escaped. But the real source of the heat was the massive, fresh diaper Beatrice had taped on with extra precision that morning—a "heavy-duty" version intended to last through the entire outing. Jennifer wasn't walking to the park with Beatrice. Instead, she was strapped securely into a soft stroller with a white frame. The five-point harness held her firmly against the padded seat, leaving her arms to her sides and her legs splayed slightly outward due to the sheer volume of padding between them.  Every time Beatrice pushed the stroller over a crack in the sidewalk, Jennifer felt the jarring bounce, followed by the loud, unmistakable *crinkle* of her diaper compressing against the seat. It was a rhythmic, humiliating soundtrack to their stroll through the neighborhood. "Look at all these places that we can go, my little sunshine!" Beatrice cooed, glancing down from her towering height as she pushed the stroller with an effortless glide. "And isn't it such a beautiful day for a walk? The fresh air will do your little lungs some good." Jennifer glared up at the canopy of the stroller, which blocked out most of the sky. She tried to shift herself, but the harness was tight, and the bulk of her diaper acted like a soft, plastic anchor, pinning her in place.  "I could have walked," Jennifer muttered, though it sounded more like a whimper than a protest. "It's only three blocks." Beatrice let out a little laugh, the sound echoing with an air of absolute authority. "Now, now, Jenny. We can't have you tiring yourself out before we even get to the sandbox. Besides," she added, leaning down to give Jennifer’s nose a playful boop, "you look so precious in your little carriage. Everyone is looking at you! You're just the cutest little thing in the whole neighborhood." Jennifer felt her face heat up as they passed a neighbor who waved and cooed, "Oh, Beatrice! What a darling little girl! Is she yours?" "She is!" Beatrice beamed, pausing for a moment to let the neighbor admire Jennifer. "A bit of a handful, but we're working on her manners." "Oh she's a Shrinkee! I almost didn't realize!" Jennifer wanted to scream that she was clearly a grown woman, but as she looked down at her yellow sun-suit and felt the thick, crinkling mass of the diaper beneath her, the words felt useless. She was trapped in a world of pastel colors and baby talk, where her only option was to be "precious." As they approached the park, the sound of laughing and the distant clinking of toys reached them. Beatrice slowed the stroller to a halt at the entrance of the fenced-in toddler area.  "Here we are!" Beatrice announced cheerfully.  Jennifer looked ahead and saw Margaret standing by the gate, holding Zoe’s hand. Zoe was dressed in a similar fashion—a little blue dress that barely covered the protruding curve of her diaper, a pacifier firmly in place, and a look of vacant resignation on her face. "We're here!" Beatrice called out, pushing the stroller forward with a final, triumphant surge. "I hope you're ready for some fun, Jenny! Mommy’s going to make sure you have the best time ever." As Beatrice reached down to unbuckle the harness, she gave Jennifer’s diaper one last, loud pat—*thump*—and whispered with a smug smile, "Now remember: be a good girl, use your manners, and if you need a change, you tell Mommy right away. We wouldn't want a little leak to ruin our playdate, would we?" Beatrice hoisted Jennifer out of the stroller with a grunt of effort, as if the extra weight of the heavy-duty diaper made her significantly heavier. She set her down on the soft rubber matting of the play area, where Jennifer immediately felt the precariousness of her balance; the thick padding forced her legs apart into a wide, clumsy waddle. "Look who's here!" Margaret cheered, stepping forward. Zoe stood beside her, clutching a small plastic bucket, her eyes drifting toward Jennifer with a look of profound kinship in their shared misery. "She looks absolutely scrumptious in yellow," Margaret noted, leaning down to pinch Jennifer’s cheek. "And oh, Beatrice, you really didn't skimp on the padding today, did you? She's practically a little marshmallow!" Beatrice chuckled, adjusting Jennifer’s bonnet which had slipped slightly. "Only the best for my baby girl. I wanted to make sure she has no leaks through all the excitement." Without further ado, the two women guided their charges toward the sandbox. The transition from the matting to the sand was a struggle; Jennifer found that her waddle was even more pronounced in the loose grit, and every step resulted in a loud *crinkle-crunch* that seemed to echo across the playground.  "Now, you two be sweet little friends," Beatrice instructed, gently pushing Jennifer toward Zoe. "We've brought some lovely toys for you to share." Beatrice reached into the stroller and produced another set of brightly colored plastic shovels and pails. She placed them in the sand between the two small women with an air of grand generosity.  "There you go! Why don't you show Zoe how well you can build a sandcastle, Jenny? Be a good girl and play nicely." As Beatrice and Margaret retreated to a nearby bench, their voices drifting back as they began discussing a new brand of organic baby puree, Jennifer stood frozen in the sand. She looked at Zoe, who was staring at the red plastic shovel with an expression of utter defeat.  For a moment, silence fell between them—a heavy, shared understanding.  "I... I wonder if we could make a big enough sand tower to get over the fence," Jennifer mumbled, blushing. Zoe slowly reached up and pulled the pacifier out of her mouth with a wet *pop*. "If you want to actually try to escape I'm in," she replied in a raspy, unused voice. "I heard about a place at daycare where Shrinkees hide and live normal lives..." Jennifer felt a surge of hope. "Really? Maybe we can—" "Zoe!" Margaret’s voice boomed from the bench, sharp and commanding. "Is that pacifier out of your mouth? Put it back in, sweetheart, it's quiet time for the grownups to talk!" Zoe didn't even hesitate. With a practiced, robotic motion, she popped the pacifier back in and returned to staring at the sand.  Jennifer sighed, feeling the weight of her bonnet and the suffocating bulk of her diaper. She looked down at the red shovel. Slowly, feeling the eyes of Beatrice and Margaret upon her, she reached down and pushed a pile of sand into the bucket.  "Look at that!" Beatrice called out, her voice brimming with pride. "She's playing! Look at my clever little girl go!" Jennifer felt a hot blush creep up her neck. She could feel the diaper shifting as she crouched, the plastic rustling loudly in the quiet of the sandbox. She was a woman, not some toddler! But as she looked up and saw Beatrice blowing her a kiss from the bench, Jennifer realized that for today, "clever little girl" was the most mature title that she could hope for. ~~~ It was 6:30 PM—an hour past her mandated bedtime—and Jennifer lay flat on her back in the massive crib, staring up at the rotating mobile above her. Small, plush sheep drifted in a slow, mocking circle, suspended by thin plastic strings. *Round and round,* she thought, her eyes tracking them with a glazed intensity. *Just like my life.* She shifted slightly, and the heavy, sodden bulk of her overnight diaper responded with a loud, muffled *crinkle*. The "Premium Puffers" Beatrice had praised at the store were indeed absorbent, but they felt like a weighted blanket designed to keep her anchored in infancy. She felt the damp warmth against her skin and a wave of familiar disgust washed over her—not just for the diaper, but for the way she had simply *accepted* it today and played for a solid two hours with the plastic buckets and toys in the end, making a huge though clumsy sandcastle. She thought of Zoe. She thought of that one moment in the sandbox when the pacifier had come out and a real voice—a woman’s voice—had spoken.  *A place where Shrinkees hide and live normal lives.* The idea had taken root in Jennifer's mind like a weed, growing rapidly in the silence of the nursery. Was it possible? Could there be a sanctuary where they weren't treated as dependant children? Where "development" didn't mean learning how to say please and thank you, nor learning how to waddle in a romper? Jennifer looked at her small, pale hand gripping the bars of the crib. She felt an overwhelming urge to reclaim something—anything—of her former self. But as she surveyed her surroundings—the stuffed animals, the baby monitor blinking red in the corner, the scent of powder clinging to her skin—she realized that any move toward independence had to be a strategic one. To get to the "secret place," she first had to go deeper into the system. She had to get to where Zoe was. She spent the next hour plotting, her heart racing against the rhythmic *tick-tock* of the nursery clock. If she fought daycare, Beatrice might just decide that she needed to go to the strictest Shrinkee "day center" avaiable (since they didn't outright use the word daycare yet). But if she *asked* for it—if she played the part of the compliant, eager girl—Beatrice might go along with it. The next morning, Jennifer woke to the sound of Beatrice’s humming. The door creaked open, and Beatrice entered, looking radiant in a satin nightgown, carrying a warm bottle of formula. "Good morning, my sleepy sunshine!" Beatrice cooed, reaching into the crib to scoop Jennifer up.  Usually, Jennifer would have looked away or pouted. Today, she leaned into the embrace, forcing a small, shy smile. She waited until she was settled on Beatrice’s hip, her diaper crinkling loudly against the fabric of the gown. "Mommy?" Jennifer whispered, her voice soft and tentative. Beatrice froze, her eyes widening with genuine surprise. "Are we feeling extra loving this morning?" Jennifer nodded slowly, looking up at Beatrice with wide, pleading eyes. "I... I was thinking about the park yesterday. And Zoe." Beatrice’s smile grew, a look of absolute triumph crossing her face. "Yes? What about Zoe, sweetheart?" "I had fun playing in the sandpit with her," Jennifer lied, the words tasting like ash in her mouth. "And I think... maybe I'd like to go to that daycare she goes to. So we can be friends and... and play more?" Beatrice stopped walking and pulled Jennifer close, squeezing her with one hand under her diaper. "Oh, Jenny! I am just beaming!" Beatrice exclaimed, kissing her forehead repeatedly. "I knew you'd come around. It shows such maturity for you to recognize that you need professional childcare and social stimulation. To admit that you want to be looked after... it’s just wonderful!" Jennifer felt a shiver of humiliation at the words "professional childcare," but she kept the smile plastered on her face. "I'll call them after your bath and breakfast," Beatrice chirped, carrying her toward the bathroom already. "Zoe's mommy told me that the daycare is simply marvelous. They have the most wonderful structured routines—naps, snack times, and plenty of sensory play. You’re going to be such a star pupil!" Jennifer blinked. She hadn't considered that... Zoe's daycare might be one of the strict ones... And after seeing how well "behaved" she was, and how her "Mommy" had insisted she keep the pacifier in and be quiet, maybe that would add up... As Beatrice efficiently got her out of her diaper while running the bath, she hummed a happy tune. "A little friend to keep you company while Mommy handles the adult world some days of the week... it's just perfect. You've really impressed me today, Jenny. Such a good, smart girl." Jennifer stood there, fidgeting as her crotch and backside were wiped down before she went into the bath, staring up at the tiles. Had she made a mistake? ~~~ The drive to the daycare was an exercise in mounting dread. Jennifer sat strapped into her car seat, her small hands gripping the "thank you" card that Beatrice had insisted that she bring for her teacher or teachers on her first day. Jennifer had tried to remind Beatrice that this was just a place for shrunken adults to be looked after during the day, that it might not be so daycare-like as the playroom she'd spent her final week as the Petite Retreat in. Though Jennifer was perhaps more so trying to convince herself, given the way Zoe so obediently sucked her pacifier far beyond a level which the retreat had been able to "teach" in its guests, was dressed so similarly babyish, and had referred to it as "daycare" in her own words. More of her hopes had been dashed when Beatrice had revealed the daycare "uniform" that morning, which had arrived by courier the previous afternoon. Jennifer now sat in her car seat wearing a shapeless, pastel-pink smock dress made of a stiff, scratchy polyester that felt like it belonged in a 1950s kindergarten. Her hair was braided into the two pigtails that were required by the dress code, and it was all topped off with a tiny, matching pink beret. The length of the dress left nothing to the imagination either. It was absurdly short. As Jennifer fidgeted in her seat, she could feel the cool air hitting the backs of her thighs because the hem of the dress stopped well above her hips. The taut white cotton uniform panties stretched over her disposable diaper, leaving nothing to imagination about the crinkling bulk between her legs. "Stop squirming, sugarplum," Beatrice laughed, glancing in the rearview mirror with a smile. "I know you're excited, but you’ll wrinkle your uniform before we even arrive. Now, remember, I'll be picking you up after, just like at the retreat, and it's just somewhere for you to go in the day." Jennifer gulped and nodded, staring down at the card, which was so big in her hands now. "Thank you for having me!" it said, written in Beatrice's cursive writing of course... As they pulled into the parking lot, Jennifer squeezed her eyes clothes. Oh crap why had she ever suggested this? The car stopped, and Beatrice came around and unbuckled her, hoisting her out of the car. Jennifer winked open her eyes to see a huge fence around a playground to the front of the building, facing the sidewalk. She quickly squeezed her eyes closed again. No no no... That stupid law that had allowed shrinkees to be taken care of as the guardians saw fit, to be kept safe, and supervised, and "hygienically protected" - it had all led to this. She hadn't had any updates on the state of things in the news since that was passed, since she'd spent a few weeks in the retreat and now in Beatrice's care, where the most mature thing she was allowed to watch was Sesame Street or possible Frozen with the "scary bits" skipped forward over, since anything more might clearly "upset" her and give her nightmares... She was placed down on her own two feet, and she felt her hand taken in Beatrice's own massive claw. She waddled toward the building glumly, winking an eye open to see the word "Daycare" written above the door. This seemed to actually be a literal daycare which had been converted to somewhere for Shrinkees to be sent during the day... There wasn't even any pretense in this place... Momm- Beatrice... opened the front door, and in they stepped onto tiles in a lobby, the cool air clawing at her, along with the faint scents of lavender and baby powder. "Hey there!" a cheerful voice said from behind the counter said, "Is this our new student?" Jennifer squeezed her eyes closed. She just needed to find Zoe, and find out more about that fantasy land where shrinkees got to be adults again. "Yes and she's a little nervous!" Beatrice chuckled. "Oh we get that a lot," the cheerful voice said, "But don't worry. This is an excellent place for their enrichment and protection. I'm sure she'll make plenty of little friends in no time." Jennifer tugged on the huge hand. "Yes Jenny I know! She has a little friend named Zoe, is she in today?" "Oh she's friends with Zoe! How wonderful. She's not in yet, but her family often drops her off a little later. Why don't we get Jenny a name tag so that she can make lots of new friends with the teachers and other kids though." There was some scribbling, and then something was passed over the counter. Jennifer opened her eyes just in time to see Beatrice bending down with a huge nametag sticker, which she pushed firmly onto the pink smock over Jenny's left collarbone. "There! Now you'll have a much better time getting to know everybody here Jenny!" Jennifer glanced down, seeing the huge cursive text in a thick pen did indeed say "Hello my name is Jenny!" Then she was pulled into a hug against Beatrice's huge body. "Now, Mommy will be back to pick you up at three. Which isn't really so long and so there's really nothing to worry about aside from playing nicely with the other kids and being good for your teachers. Got it?" Jennifer nodded glumly. "We use our words remember Jenny." "Yes Mommy..." "Good girl." With that Beatrice leaned forward with puckered lips and delivered a loud, squelching kiss on Jennifer's cheek. She grimaced and made a face, but that just made Beatrice laugh. "In you go sweetie," Beatrice said, standing back up tall as a worker opened a gate and came out to collect her. "Remember be good!" Jennifer groaned internally as her hand was passed from one towering giant to the next. She'd spent some time in a mock "daycare" at the retreat, so was somewhat prepared for this - which seemed to be the ultimate purpose of the retreat really - but at least the retreat had come up with the guarantee of only being two weeks long before she got to leave it, whereas this... She felt she was walking into somewhere which was about to become her new reality for a long, long time... ~~~ The daycare worker, who introduced herself as Miss Hattie with a voice that sounded like a singing tea kettle, didn't walk so much as march, her large hand enveloping Jennifer’s much tinier hand in a way that felt less like guidance and more like a clamp. "You're going to be so well looked after here, little Jenny!" Miss Hattie chirped. "We are just so excited to have another precious girl join our family. Let's get you settled in and show you how we do things here so you can be a superstar student!" As Jennifer was led further into the facility, she held a deep breath as they entered a hall with walls which were all painted in an aggressive, blinding primary-color palette, the air thick with the scent of industrial-strength baby powder. They entered a massive shared playroom, and Jennifer's head spun. Beneath the huge highchairs, changing tables, piles of toys, big rocking chair under a sign which said "story time corner", the sign in the corner over a playpen which said "time out pen", and so much more, she saw the other shrinkees. The girls were all dressed in identical uniforms to her own. Two dozen tiny women in pink smocks, their hair pulled into identical braided pigtails with matching berets. Those who weren't sitting on the floor with their legs spread moved in a synchronized, clumsy waddle, the white cotton diaper covers over their thick padding stark against the pastel fabric of their uniforms. They looked positively adorable, and unfortunately Jennifer was dressed the exact same way. The shrunken guys were wearing little blue sailor shirts and short shorts that were pulled so tight over their bulky diapers that every curve of the padding was on full display. None of them had any facial hair, and any hint of muscle or bulk seemed irrelevant against the huge childish backdrop and the towering nannies walking around the room. "Over here is our Learning Zone," Miss Hattie explained, gesturing toward a corner filled with oversized plush cushions and low bookshelves. "This is the Reading Nook. Here, we listen to stories, and we even have some books for you to read which you won't find are too overstimulating." "Then we have our Energy Zone!" Miss Hattie led her to a giant, colorful dance mat. "You'll get to use up some of your energy here when one of our dance instructors comes in, so save some until then! We don't want you to get overtired and to need an early nap." "Now," Miss Hattie said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "the most important part of our day is staying fresh and clean, and we all know that shrinkees can be a bit embarrassed by that, and that's why the changing tables are over there in private." Jennifer blinked over. The changing tables were against a side wall, but they otherwise weren't private at all! "And for lunch," Miss Hattie continued, moving toward a row of highchairs that looked like towers of embarrassment, "we sit in our big-chairs! We use spoons provided by the teachers to ensure no one makes a mess. If you're a good girl and finish all your food, you might get a reward!" Jennifer felt a mounting sense of claustrophobia. The retreat had been about "adapting," but this was about maintaining, potentially forever. She glanced around at some of the other "students" and saw many defeated expressions. A few looked a bit more defiant, like the small woman currently being led to the time out pen, but it was clear that if she spent too much time here then her remaining shredded sense of adult dignity was going to go bye bye. At least with Beatrice she could tell herself that it was just her crazy mother-in-law messing with her, but here she was reminded how the whole larger world saw her now. "I know it's a lot to take in," Miss Hattie cooed, sensing Jennifer’s distress. She leaned down and gave her a pinch on the cheek that was just a bit too hard. "But we're here to take care of you, and help you be good, okay? And you'll get to see the Big Fun Playground later! It has a giant slide and a ball pit that you can practically swim in at your size! That's exciting isn't it?" Jennifer couldn't answer. She felt like she was drowning in pastel polyester and baby talk. Just as she felt she might break down into a "tantrum" and perhaps join the small woman in the naughty corner, the chime of the front door echoed through the lobby. "Oh! Look who's here!" Miss Hattie exclaimed. Jennifer turned. Walking through the gate was another towering daycare worker, leading a small figure by the hand.  It was Zoe.  Zoe was dressed in the same pink smock, her hair in two perfect pigtails, and a matching beret perched precariously on her head. The white diaper cover over her bulk was pristine, and the pacifier was firmly plugged into her mouth. As Zoe was led into the room, her eyes met Jennifer's.  There was no spark of rebellion left in Zoe's gaze—only a quiet, resigned acceptance. "It's Zoe isn't it!" Miss Hattie cheered, guiding Jennifer towards the one face she knew. "Look, Zoe! You have another little friend to play with! Why don't you show Jenny where the blocks are?" Zoe nodded, and then Jennifer found her hand being held not by a giant for once - but by another Shrinkee, who was leading her away. It didn't feel like a firm commanding hold as before, but instead was more like a... playmate. As Zoe waddled forward, the loud *crinkle-crunch* of her heavy padding filling the silence, Jennifer realized that the "secret place" Zoe had mentioned in the sandbox might not even be a physical location at all. It might have been a make believe game land that these pseudo-kids had started whispering among themselves... Zoe led Jennifer toward the far corner of the playroom, past the towering highchairs and the rhythmic *thump-thump* of a nanny bouncing a particularly fussy shrinkee on her shoulder. They settled into a plush, primary-colored play-mat surrounded by oversized building blocks and a large, colorful rubber ball. To any observer—especially Miss Hattie, who was currently preoccupied with scolding a girl for knocking over a pile of toys—the two women looked like the picture of infantile bliss. Two tiny figures in pink smocks and berets, sitting with their legs splayed wide by the sheer volume of their diapers, quietly rolling a ball back and forth. *Crinkle.* The ball rolled toward Zoe; she pushed it back with a soft *thump* against Jennifer’s padded front. As soon as Miss Hattie turned her back to address a loud squabble over a plastic dinosaur, Zoe’s demeanor shifted instantly. With a sharp, practiced motion, she reached up and yanked the pacifier out of her mouth with a wet *pop*. Her face, previously vacant, suddenly sharpened with an expression of profound disgust. "God, I hate the taste of those things," Zoe hissed, her voice raspy but firm. "They make you taste like synthetic rubber." Jennifer jumped, startled by the sudden return of the woman she’d met in the sandbox. She leaned in close, her own beret slipping slightly forward. "Zoe! You can actually talk! I thought... I mean, after seeing you at the park, I thought you'd just given up." Zoe rolled the ball back to Jennifer with a forceful shove. "You don't 'give up' here, Jen. You just learn when to play the part so they leave you alone. If you fight every change and every nap time, they just add more 'structure.' Trust me, you want the path of least resistance." Jennifer looked around the room—the pastel walls, the smell of powder, the sight of a tiny guy in a sailor suit being led in through the front door. "How long have you been coming here?" she whispered. Zoe huffed, a sharp sound of annoyance, and looked away. "I don't want to talk about it. And... you kind of lose track of time here..." They fell back into their game, rolling the ball between them. Because of the bulk of their Premium Puffers, they couldn't sit cross-legged; instead, they sat in a wide, awkward V-shape, the rubber ball bouncing off the plastic-backed padding of their diapers with every turn. It was a surreal sight—two adult women in kindergarten uniforms, playing catch with their spread legs as the only available goalposts. Jennifer waited until the nanny moved to the other side of the room before leaning in again. "So... at the park. You mentioned something about a place where shrinkees can escape to? A place where they get to be adults again?" Zoe stopped the ball with her hand. She looked at Jennifer, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of surveillance. The resignation was gone, replaced by a flicker of intensity. She nodded slowly. "It's not a myth," Zoe whispered. "A few of us have been talking. There’s a community—a real one—on the outskirts of the city. They’ve figured out how to navigate the world without guardians. No cribs, no schedules, and definitely no... these." She gestured vaguely down at her thick padding. Jennifer felt a spark of genuine hope. "A community? How do you even find it?" Zoe leaned closer, her voice barely audible over the distant sound of a nursery rhyme playing over the speakers. "It's not easy. They keep us in a bubble, but there are gaps where word gets in and out. One of the students here, she's... She's undercover from that place. A few of us are planning a break out with her. She says her, um, Mommy, is just putting on a show, and is actually part of the resistance." Jennifer blinked, and looked around, wondering if one of the other "students" in here was really just considering all this a dress-up, and was returning to normal adult life outside of this place. Zoe glanced around again to check if they were being watched, then looked Jennifer up and down—the pink smock, the pigtails, the name tag. "You're new, so you're still 'high-maintenance' in their eyes. They'll be watching you closely. But if you can play the part of the perfect little girl... if you can make them trust you..." "I can do it," Jennifer winced. "I've already started." Zoe gave a small, knowing smile and suddenly popped the pacifier back into her mouth just as Miss Hattie turned around. "Look at those two! Such wonderful friends!" Miss Hattie cooed, beaming at them. "Now Zoe, your Mommy told us that you had a little accident in your car seat on the way in, so time for a visit to the changing table missy!" ~~~ Jennifer played the part as best she could. She still ended up the "naughty corner" once since, well, she couldn't quite let herself give up on her adult identity all together, and when a teacher had been helping her pick out a reading book she'd complained that all the options were too babyish. Zoe didn't give her any more info all morning, not even a hint about who the other girl was, telling her not to talk about it unless somebody else talked about it first. As had become normal for Jennifer, especially with the high fiber diet she was on, she did end up on the changing table while yet another stranger cleaned her up. "Thank you for changing my diaper, Miss Jones." "Good girl," the woman drawled, placing her down and patting her on the bottom of her fresh diaper. "Now go play. You've been playing with Zoe all day, why don't you get to know some of the other students too?" Jennifer grimaced, but ended up playing with Lucy and Katie, two sisters who'd both been affected by the shrinking virus at the same time, and had been taken into the care of their stepmother. They were clearly embarrassed, but had been ordered to play together in an attempt to better "learn to get along." Jennifer didn't want to ask for too many details, already finding things like her solo bath time embarrassing enough. Soon the sisters were both taken for diaper changes, and then it was bottle time and nap time. As Jennifer laid in her crib, her eyes squeezed closed so that she didn't get a spanking for being awake like had happened to that woman she'd seen put into the naughty corner this morning, she had to wonder how long this was going to take. It was bad enough that she'd been changed into just a tight white onesie over her diaper for naptime, like all the others, but everybody seemed to at least have the good grace to look away while somebody was being changed, and Jennifer had of course done the same, not even wanting to see or be reminded how she must look getting dressed by somebody so much larger... There thankfully seemed to be no dancing class today, and after lunch in the highchair and an embarrassing few hours in the playground, Jennifer was shocked to learn that it was already three, and she was being taken back out to the lobby to be picked up. But she hadn't even gotten another chance to talk to Zoe today! "There's my Jenny!" Beatrice laughed, that usual glint in her eye, "Did you have a good first day at daycare?" Jenny squirmed, before adding a demure "Yes Mommy..." That night, Jenny actually was quite tired by her five thirty bedtime, despite having even had a nap during the day - or perhaps because of having had a nap during the day, which had messed up her sleeping schedule a bit. The whole place had been so overwhelming, and it can't have been later than six when she found herself pulling her plush Minnie Mouse in for a hug, and drifting off to sleep. ~~~ The days turned into a week, as Zoe still refused to give up any info. Who was this girl? When was this escape attempt planned? Jenny ended up getting flustered which only resulted in a bare bottom spanking, along with a stern lecture about managing big emotions in a little body. Then a week turned into two weeks, and Jenny wanted to scream - she'd been coming here for almost as long as she'd been at the Petite Retreat now! It had been over a month of this full-time babied state. She was starting to worry that she might not even be able to get by without diapers now, having lost the will to hold back her bathroom breaks since it didn't seem to make much difference anyway, and now often finding herself wet without realizing. A month in, and Jenny was actually kind of getting into dance times, with her big booty shaking. She always got so many compliments about how she cute her she looked, and Mommy had even gotten her to show off her dance moves to some visiting adults at home brunch parties. It was embarrassing, but she didn't exactly have a choice, and always got so many compliments. Jenny tried to keep her mind on the mission. She kept a close eye on all the other students at daycare, not considering the newcomers who were enrolled after her as potential candidates for Zoe's undercover source. She reasoned that surely this person wouldn't be using their diaper at least, getting to hold it until they got home and back to adult life. Yet everybody she saw was getting plenty of diaper changes for number ones and twos, and she thought that it was perhaps Tiffany, who wasn't getting changes, but then found out it was because her Auntie was putting her in such thick diapers that she only needed one change a day, and it was clear when looking at the sag and darkness which showed even through her uniform panties, or just getting close enough to catch a faint whiff, that Tiffany was definitely using her diaper as well. One month turned into two, and they went on a zoo trip, and had an easter egg hunt despite it not being easter. At least, she was fairly sure it wasn't easter, and they were just treating them like kids who wouldn't know the difference, but then she'd really lost track of time. She went to play parties, dressed in her prettiest little dresses, and became good friends with Lucy and Katie, even staying with them for some sleepovers. It was awkward and embarrassing to have three to a crib, but they were usually so exhausted by the end of the day that they soon passed out in their thick overnight diapers and full body sleepers. Jenny wasn't sure how long it had been by the time she finally got Zoe to spill some details. Zoe was clearly getting desperate for the escape as well, having gotten quite good at sucking her pacifier and even putting it back in her mouth by herself when she didn't need to. "Ith Tammy," Zoe finally mumbled one day around her pacifier. "Huh?" Jenny asked, looking up from where she'd been brushing her doll's hair. "Thammy ith tha unduhcother giwl. Thee..." Zoe scrunched up her face, and pulled out her pacifier with a wet pop. "S-She... She knows about the place where Shrinkees can be adults." Jenny blinked. She'd started to forget about that, in truth. She was currently more worried about the fact that she'd had a very early bowel movement and yet they didn't start diaper changes until closer to midday unless a parent specifically asked at drop-off to class and paid for an extra diaper. "Tammy?" "Y-Yeah..." Jenny glanced over. Tammy was a quiet, small redhead who she'd not really interacted much. She supposed it... Could be? But she'd ruled Tammy out early, having seen her get carried to the changing table for plenty of messy diaper changes. How... How could it be Tammy? Why would she have stuck with this for months now without making her move? What was the point of even being an adult outside of here if you still spent all your days at daycare in diapers and playing with toys, having naps, being spoon fed, and whatnot... Jenny frowned, but didn't go over (and didn't especially enjoy getting up and down in her thick diapers at the best of times, and especially didn't want to now while she'd had a bowel movement and was sitting very precariously to not squish it). Instead she kept an eye on Tammy over the next few days, waiting for an opportunity. Right as she built up the courage to go ask, it was Tammy who came to her! "Um, here," Tammy giggled, handing over an invitation. Jenny blinked at the huge card, and glanced over to the teachers who were watching with smiles, so it couldn't be something which Tammy was trying to keep secret. Taking the card, Jenny held it up in front of her with both hands, and took it in. "You are invited to my Sunday Party! This weekend at Tammy's house!" There was an address below, but Jenny had no idea where it was. On the outskirts of town, like Zoe had originally said the place where Shrinkees lived as adults again was, perhaps? Was this Tammy's way of signaling the breakout attempt? Were there going to be sympathetic normal sized people there? Jenny wasn't even sure if such big people existed. Everywhere she went, everybody cooed at how cute she was, and even praised Mommy for buying her such pretty things and taking such good care of her. She fretted over the card the whole way home while sitting in her car seat. Mommy of course had been told by the daycare staff, and had cooed that it was so nice that Jenny was making even more friends. Though they hadn't agreed to go yet... Ultimately it was Mommy's decision. Everything was. Jenny wasn't big enough to decide things, and hadn't been in a long time. She realized that the seasons had changed again, while watching the tops of trees going past the window, about all that she could see from her car seat. How many seasons had that been now since she'd shrunk? Did she even really have an adult life to go back to? "Mommy..." she began, "May I please go to Tammy's Sunday party?" Mommy smiled at her in the mirror. "It's a ways away dear. Are you sure you can be good in your car seat for that long?" Jenny nodded. "Yes! It will be just like the time we went to see Auntie Jane." "Mmhmm. And you remember the tantrum you had about that?" "I won't have a tantrum Mommy! I promise! Please Mommy! Please!" "Hrm. Very well. I'll call to RSVP this afternoon." Jenny flopped back into her seat, exhausted. "Jenny? What do we say?" "Thank you Mommy! You're the best Mommy ever!" Mommy laughed. "Well I must be up there, to have such a well behaved daughter with such good manners!" That afternoon while watching Sesame Street, Jenny tried to plan her escape. How would she go back to adult life now? She'd need to start, er, potty training, trying not to go so absentmindedly in her diaper every time the urge hit. And then what? Would she have to get a job? She scrunched up her face. She hadn't even liked the idea of that before. Come to think of it, she'd be very small, and all on her own, with nobody to take care of her... No, she couldn't think like that. And as a reminder of just why she had to escape, Mommy stepped over the baby gate into the living room, announcing that it was time for dinner and then bedtime, even though the sun was still up... --- The car ride was an agonizing marathon of patience. Jenny sat strapped into her huge car seat, her legs aching from being spread wide by the thick, slightly-sodden bulk of her travel diaper. Mommy had spared no expense for the "special occasion," dressing Jenny in a breathtakingly frilly white lace dress with tiny pink rosebuds sewn onto the hem, and which as usual did nothing to hide the fact that she was wearing a diaper. A matching silk bonnet was tied snugly under her chin, and even her hair had been meticulously styled into soft, bouncy curls that felt alien against her scalp. To any onlooker, she looked like a porcelain doll. To herself, she felt like any sense of adulthood was now truly gone, and she wondered how she was going to adjust back to it once this plan played out. "Almost there, my little princess!" Mommy chirped, glancing in the rear view mirror. "Tammy’s mommy said the cake is going to be wonderful. You've been such a good girl on this drive, I might even let you have an extra strawberry on yours." Jenny offered a weak, practiced smile. *Thank you, Mommy,* she thought, the words feeling more like a reflex than a choice. She kept her eyes fixed on the tops of the passing trees, trying to ignore the rhythmic, wet *squelch* that accompanied every bump in the road.  As the car finally slowed down, Jenny’s heart hammered against her ribs. This was it. The big day. The entrance of the underground railway to the place where the "adult" shrinkees supposedly lived. She was almost tempted to confess to Mommy all her naughty thoughts and put a stop to this. It might make the spanking less bad. Mommy was soon at the door and unbuckled her, and then lifted her out into the fresh air. The house was a beautiful, two-story colonial, looking perfectly normal from the curb. But as Mommy carried her toward the front door, the first cracks in the illusion appeared. A high-end, designer stroller sat on the porch, partially obscured by a large potted plant. As Mommy passed it, Jenny’s eyes drifted down. There, tucked into the undercarriage of the pram, was a half-empty pack of thick, white disposable diapers.  That's... odd, Jenny thought, her brow furrowing beneath her bonnet. Why would an 'adult' who was only undercover at daycare have that kind of thing at home, unless it was all a carefully crafted illusion to throw off the grownups. The door swung open before they could even knock. A woman in a bright, floral apron—Tammy’s mother—beamed at them. "Beatrice! You made it! And look at this precious little thing!" She reached out and pinched Jenny’s cheek with practiced ease. Jenny flinched, supposing that it must all be part a performance that a sympathetic big person would put on as part of the plan to get her away from all this. "Thank you, Eleanor!" Mommy laughed, stepping inside. "Jenny was so excited for the party. She's been talking about Tammy all week." The interior of the house was warm and smelled faintly of vanilla and lavender. In the living room, a group of shrinkees were gathered around a low coffee table. Zoe was there, wearing a bright yellow sundress that looked quite a lot like one that Jenny had hanging in her own closest. She was sitting on a plush rug, while Tammy was showing off the plastic microphone that modulated her voice to sound different depending on which selection was picked. Lucy and Katie were there, as well as Tiana who used to be a streamer, and Abbie who been running for office as a junior member until all of this had happened. Jenny's eyes searched Zoe’s face for a sign, a wink, a subtle nod of "we made it." But Zoe merely looked up, blushed, and looked away. Mommy hoisted Jenny up higher, and turned to Tammy's Mommy. "This little tyke had a bit of an accident on the drive over. Mind if I use the changing table for a quick freshining up? I want her to be able to play for as long as possible once they get started." "Sure sure! It's upstairs, first door on the right. You can use her diapers on the table if you want, no need to go back to the car." Jenny clung on tightly as Mommy stepped over the baby gate at the bottom of the stairs, and up they went. There was another gate at the top of the stairs, and it looked a bit... worn, like it hadn't just been plucked from a shelf at a store and put here to sell an illusion. The scent of baby powder grew stronger as they entered the hall, and then Mommy opened the door which said "Tammy" on it. It was a beautiful nursery. A large, white-painted crib sat against the left wall, draped in exquisite silk linens. A rocking chair sat by the window, with a slightly worn pillow on it as if someone had just stepped away. There were shelves filled with high-end wooden toys and plush animals.  Jenny tried to calm her stomach. Surely it was all just an illusion. She was getting out of here today. Mommy put her down on the changing table, and as she was flipped over she got a glimpse of a large metal bin down on the floor, filled with rolled-up diapers with the unmistakable evidence of having being used. A hard thing to fake... On the table net to her was another near-empty pack of the same Premium Puffers that she wore. "There we go," Mommy murmured, reaching for a tall canister of wipes. "Let's get you all cleaned and dry so you can get back to the fun." Jenny was, unfortunately, almost used to having her diaper changed now, and stared up at the ceiling to take her mind off the experiences below as best she could. There were stickers up there, small stars and fairies, and some of them had begun to fade, and a few had corners which had peeled. No, she couldn't think what she was thinking, Zoe had been so confident about there being a place where shrinkees still got to be adults, all those months ago... It had carried Jenny forward all this time, made her act "good" in ways she might otherwise not have to the point it had become quite practiced and genuine now... "Look Jenny, Tammy has the same diapers as you!" Jenny nodded glumly. Most of the "kids" at her daycare did... She was soon creamed, powdered, and in a fresh diaper, with a quick kiss on her forehead, and then Mommy was picking her back up. "You're going to have so much fun today," she said, with a slightly knowing smile. And, unfortunately, Jenny kind of did. They played all sorts of games, being blindfolded to hit a simple pinata which dropped the occasional piece of candy among small toys and lego blocks, jumping on the inflatable mat in the front yard in view of the whole street (which had a plastic slide next to it which again looked quite... worn and well used), playing hide and seek in the downstairs area where the baby gates prevented them from going anywhere that somebody their size might hurt themselves... It was after the cake, and a few messy diaper changes, that Jenny finally saw the first glimmer of hope. "Now, why don't we play some dress up in some little grownup clothes?" Tammy's mother said with a big smile. Jenny blinked. The adults didn't react however, and were all just smiling in fact. Wait, they really had Shrinkee sized adult clothes here? Jenny had gotten her hands on some of those, so long ago now, though had lost them all when she was taken to the Petite Retreat to learn how "to better be managed" at her size. "We have a little guesthouse out back," Tammy's Mommy said with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. "Where we keep Tammy's dress up things. Why don't I take the kids in, and get them dressed up?" Jenny sat up straighter, ignoring how wet her thick diaper was now. Wait, a detached guesthouse out the back? It could be connected to a hole in the fence. This could be their big escape moment after all, after changing into actual adult clothes. Then what? Somebody would probably be waiting to take them to the place where they could be adults. Yes, it was really happening! She glanced to Zoe, who gave her a matching pleased look over her bobbing pacifier. Off they all waddled after Tammy's Mommy, encouraged by their mommies, aunts, ex-partners, and other types of guardians that shrinkees had found themselves stuck with. They fell into a line out of natural habit, having had it instilled over months at daycare. Tammy was at the front of the line, even though she was probably the shortest out of any of them. Still, she'd obviously want to lead them out of this after she'd spent so many months under cover, maybe even spent some time undercover at home to really sell the appearance by the look of things... Jenny got behind Zoe, unfortunately being used to looking at the swinging thick diaper of a waddling small woman in front of her at this point. Eleanor opened the huge sliding door then, and out they went to the grassy backyard after the towering woman. There was a bigger home playground there, in addition to the little slide out front, and a sandpit with some well used plastic buckets and shovels. But there was the guesthouse, nudged against the corner of the fenceline just as Jenny had hoped. She wasn't tall enough to see over the fence or get any clue about what might be beyond, hopefully a road with a waiting van, or even a bus, since there were over a dozen of them. Eleanor opened a baby gate at the bottom of the three steps up to the guesthouse, another last bit of performance it seemed, and then ordered them to come up "carefully" two at a time holding hands. They'd all practiced on stairs before in their diapers, and all knew to take big and careful steps until they were on the landing up top. Eleanor closed the top gate behind them. "We wouldn't want any tumbles," she chuckled. Though it would more so slow down any parents who came looking... She opened a sliding door to the guesthouse, and in they went, eagerly. And yes, hanging right there were little adult clothes! The first time she'd seen them in months, except some very brief glimpses at a distance of Shrinkees who still got to be adults while out and about in public, though most seemed to be holding the hand of a towering figure and were on their way to losing the privilege. Jenny waddled over to one, a dark navy pantsuit hanging at her level, and eagerly reached out for it. It had been so long since she'd seen anything like it, mature clothing that wasn't towering over her worn on a much larger body. Her fingers touched the material, and she frowned. It felt... Odd... A bit stiff... As she pulled it down, she noticed the buttons were in the wrong places too. In fact there were snaps along the crotch of the pantsuit, and as she turned it over... She found herself looking at the familiar logo of Fisher-Price, which was on so many of her toys at home, including her dress up costumes... Wait... They had meant... Literal dress up costumes... All this time... ~~~ Jenny was exhausted in her car seat by the time they got home that night, well after her usual bedtime with the sun almost having set. Her diaper was very full after the cake and other snacks today, and because of how she'd gotten sulky and tantrumy that afternoon Mommy had said that she couldn't have any more sugar, and was only having the baby food she'd brought with them in case - mashed peas, carrots, prunes, and a few bran cookies. They'd all waved goodbye, with many guardians commenting about how their little ones were getting overtired and cranky. They'd not been enthusiastic to play at "adults" once they had their dress up costumes on, despite all the matching toys such as a plastic store checkout aisle, a toy coffee maker, a colorful laptop which actually lit up when hitting buttons, and so on. It was just proof, they said, that shrinkees had lost their ability to navigate the adult world, and only found it big and scary and upsetting now. Mommy had suggested that maybe Jenny needed even lower age ratings on the shows she watched from now on, and when Jenny had objected she'd only been sternly warned to stop tantruming. Yet as they drove, after a long silence, Mommy had told her to tell her honesty what was upsetting her so much. Jenny had pouted and not had an answer. "Was it that you thought those dress up clothes were going to be real adult clothes sweetie?" Jenny blinked. "N-No!" Mommy chuckled. "Now don't lie to Mommy. Grownups can tell." Jenny's face had turned red, and she'd been speechless, the crinkling of her diaper betraying her as she squirmed in her car seat. "I would have thought by now you'd have gotten over those silly make believes sweetie, as if anybody would ever make real adult clothes in baby size. If you're such a big girl, then perhaps I don't need to check if your diaper needs a change before you go to bed." Jenny's eyes widened. "B-But Mommy...!" "Yes Jenny?" "I'm... I'm sorry for being a naughty girl today. I should have told you. I... know better than to lie. I promise that I'll try do better." "Mmhmm. And I believe you. Alright Jenny, we'll be home in five minutes, and then I'll get you changed and into bed. Now what do you say?" "Thank you Mommy."