Trading Post

I kind of getting closer to forgiving myself but but both my mental and physical state is clearly still not good.

Chapter Sixty-One: Dinner and a Show Adam smiled as his legs were threaded through the high chair, lifted Little Boja so Seo-ya could buckle him in, and pulled him down into a hug. She was smiling at him in return, and he smiled wider, tickled by how different their reasons for being so happy were. “Say bye-bye to your friend,” Aunt Bones declared as she put a hand on the back of Little Boja’s neck. Adam’s smile vanished as he gripped the stuffed tiger; despite never eating with Little Boja at home (his choice), he repeatedly forgot he wasn’t allowed to here. He kept taking for granted how cute and inoffensive it would seem, while relying heavily on them for support (whether it be warmth, espionage, or a key item). His eyes darted around as he tried to reason out what to do quickly. He had wanted to be able to record throughout the dinner at opportune moments, but realizing that wasn’t an option, he had to decide if he should start recording now, hoping there was enough storage to cover an hour or so of audio, or make sure to pay attention and report anything he found important in a message. The problem with the second option was that he didn’t know what would or wouldn’t be important, and once the guests were gone, he had no idea how reliable sending messages would be. “Adam,” Seo-ya warned, albeit playfully, as she tugged on Little Boja. He very briefly glared up at her, annoyed at the disruption of his processing, but forced his expression into more of a pout. He needed to keep her as much of an ally as possible throughout this dinner. “Poor baby,” Yoon mocked with a bit of a grin as she basked in the moment, arching an eyebrow at him as he glared at her. “Say bye-bye for now,” Aunt Bones ordered a little more curtly as she shook Little Boja, and Adam winced, recognizing she wanted a compliant performance in front of everyone. Taking in a deep breath, he pulled the stuffed tiger in for a long, tight hug, so he could maneuver the hand behind the head to tap on the eye to begin recording. It was worth the risk. “Bye-bye, Little Boja,” he stated with a sigh as loudly as he could muster to appease the attention-hungry giantess. 『 You weren’t kidding, 』one of the men chuckled, grinning at the scene as he stepped over to his seat. “Good boy,” Seo-ya purred as she leaned down and kissed his forehead, then pulled the stuffed tiger out of his grasp. With her compliment out of the way, she shot a knowing look to the man as her eyes widened and she nodded in an exaggerated fashion. 『 Honestly, I think he’d take it into the bath with him, if he could. 』 This, for some reason, got a chuckle from everyone. On the bright side, Adam could pout and cross his arms over his chest in annoyance without giving away that he’d heard it, since they were attributing his behavior to a dependency on the plush. Glaring down at the empty high chair tray, he talked himself down from the aggravation by recalling that Boja had told him audio files are much smaller in size than visual ones. But the larger the file, the harder it would be to send covertly, and harder even still if he didn’t get Little Boja back before they all left. He needed them to be using their phones en masse so he could send it. As his eyes darted around the table as the giants took their seats, he pursed his lips as he began accepting that he might need to come down to their expectations to get what he wanted. 『 When everything is settled, you should bring him around the offices. Everyone would be delighted to see him, 』 Yoon stated with a lingering grin on her lips as she locked her eyes on Adam, who pretended to eye the food curiously. 『 Mmm, 』 Seo-ya hummed her disapproval, an eyebrow twitching as she placed Little Boja on a nearby surface. 『 I don’t believe the ‘offices’ are an appropriate environment for him. 』 『 Nonsense, Zhang brings Jeong around all the time, 』 Yoon dismissed with a wave of her hand. 『 He hasn’t as much recently, 』 Hyun observed with a slight frown, and Yoon turned to him sharply, squinting at him. The large man shrugged. 『 He’s hired a nanny, I think. 』 『 I see, 』Yoon murmured in clear disapproval. 『 But the point stands, we made great effort to make a safe play area for him, 』 Hyun amended as he smiled over at Seo-ya, who still looked unconvinced, but gave a terse, polite smile as the man spoke. 『 And his presence does improve morale. 』 Seo-ya made some noise in her throat, and the topic thankfully changed, but Adam was still stuck in that exchange, staring down at the table in horror. Jeong had worked for Hyun and, extrapolating from the conversation, Zhang was bringing him around his former coworkers… Closing his eyes, the blonde’s stomach lurched, killing any appetite. That bastard. These bastards. It wasn’t enough to strip the Tweener of his autonomy, his name, and his ability to fudging walk, but they had to parade him around at his former place of work, where he sat in a playpen while his former coworkers, at best, gawked at him. At worst, mocked him. Or maybe they avoided him… maybe they saw him as a warning to others who might scheme to get ahead. Maybe morale improved because others feared the same thing happening to them, so they worked harder and left him alone. As Adam swallowed and hung his head, he knew that was a foolish hope. Maybe it was true if there were other Tweeners, but Amazons didn’t fear the same happening to them. He didn’t want the more obvious solution to be true, and he was trying to make Jeong’s situation less horrifying in his head. Inhaling sharply, Adam’s body jerked, and he was ripped from his thoughts as the high chair was slid closer to Seo-ya. Looking at her, she offered him a smile as she reached her hand out to caress the back of his head; he tried to withhold a grimace, but he wasn’t terribly successful. “Do you know how to start a meal, baby?” she asked in a purring register, though her eyes had widened slightly in a warning look. He swallowed, his eyes briefly flicking towards the table to see everyone was staring at him. He thought to say no, as Amazons just loved teaching Littles, but his pride wouldn’t allow it. Even when their relationship was at its worst, Kang had taken the time to teach him that, and he wasn’t about to erase that for the sake of harmony. “Yeah,” he said as a smile came over him. “Halbo taught me.” “Halbo?” one of the men asked. “Grandpa!” Adam bubbled before either Aunt Bones or Uncle Shit could reply, and the Amazon nodded, trying his best to smile but was clearly uncomfortable with him bringing Kang up. 『 He struggles saying grandfather, 』 Seo-ya dismissively explained while waving a hand in the air, an amused grin on her lips. 『 Should have gone with something even easier, like Bobo, 』Yoon snorted, then gave a light shrug. 『 Not that it matters anymore. 』 Adam took an unsteady breath as his heart rate spiked, bowed his head, and, against his better judgment, spoke in Goryeoan. “We give gratitude for this meal,” he enunciated clearly, and then sat up with a jolt of eagerness to see their faces, and he was not disappointed. Jaws were hanging open, accompanied by wide eyes as the entire table sat staring at him. He beamed proudly and looked over to Seo-ya, who stared at him with a mixture of shock and horror, and it took an enormous amount of willpower not to burst out laughing. He kicked his feet excitedly to release some of the energy. 『 Does he…? 』 Hyun started to ask, somewhat lazily pointing to Adam while his gaze rapidly swapped between the hosts. 『 No, 』 Shik spoke quickly and curtly, his cheeks flushing in irritation as he glared at Adam, who was scanning the table to soak it all in.『 He just memorized that. 』 “Did I say it right?” Adam asked Aunt Bones, struggling to shift his expression into concern, as a smile still lingered on his lips, but at least his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She opened her mouth slightly, but her eyes scanned the table before she recovered with a tight smile, her thumb rubbing the back of his head. “I think it’s best you stick to your first language, baby,” she chuckled nervously, and Adam’s nostrils flared, but he managed to maintain a slight smile. He got what he wanted out of the moment, and he had to remind himself he shouldn’t have expected the moment to last. “Okay,” he agreed with a nod and bowed his head again, repeating it in Albionic. There were hums of approval as heads bowed momentarily, and the tension in the air seemed to dissipate. “Well done,” one of the unnamed men complimented, and Adam smiled brightly, letting himself believe he was complimenting his Goryeoan. Although most were satisfied with the given performance and explanation, both Shik and Hyun’s eyes lingered on Adam. Their suspicion, or elevated wariness, was palpable. He breathed slowly through his nose, trying to calm his nervous heart. 『 You know, some spend thousands of dollars to adjust a Little’s ability to communicate, 』 Yoon piped up as she stared down at her plate for a moment, then blew a laugh out of her nose as she reached out for a bowl of rice. 『 And here they are, ruining a perfect gift by teaching him. Such a waste. 』 『 Agreed, 』Seo-ya sighed, shaking her head as she took hold of a bowl and gave a smile to Adam as she showed him the mandu. He was slow to smile, given the topic, but he held out his hands for the bowl once he recovered. She, of course, ignored him and began placing the dumplings on a plastic plate for him. 『 Now that’s an untapped market, 』one of the shorter Amazon men piped up as he pointed a finger up to the ceiling and leaned forward, eagerly looking to Shik for approval. The thin uncle arched an eyebrow as he met the man’s gaze and gave a subtle nod to continue. 『 Joomi’s expertise could really advance our suite of Little care. 』 『 I’ve said as much, 』 Seo-ya commented with a bit of a huff, lifting the plate and setting it on the high chair tray while giving Adam a fake smile. He returned in kind. 『 She isn’t interested. 』 『 She might be now, 』he countered as he gestured towards Adam, who was looking around for chopsticks or some kind of utensil. 『 Maybe she just needed the right reason. 』 Adam allowed himself a moment to look towards the man, who flashed a smile. Although smiling every time he made eye contact with someone was becoming annoying and exhausting, he enjoyed smiling in return this time as a point of pride in Joomi. 『 Or a test subject, 』Yoon grinned at Adam, and he felt a chill run down his spine. 『 Procurement is a better angle, 』 Hyun cut in curtly, his eyes lingering on Shik’s notes of disapproval; it was very reminiscent of Bom monitoring Kang’s subtle reactions, though Shik was far more expressive than his elder brother, so much easier to read. Adam stared only for a moment, then craned his neck towards the table to make it appear he was only looking for utensils.『 Adoption numbers have declined over the years. There are fewer opportunities to expand one’s family, and that’s a service we can easily provide. 』 Shik frowned and nodded, impressed with this observation, and there were hums in affirmation around the table. Notably, Seo-ya’s eyes had widened, and she nodded in firm agreement before she tapped on the plastic plate, drawing Adam’s attention back to her. He shot her a confused look, but she didn’t look at him; she was quite drawn into the topic. 『 It’s all this accommodating, 』 Yoon complained, throwing her head back and shaking it slightly. 『 We’ve bent over backward to give Littles every opportunity to prove themselves, and what have they done with it? Nothing! It’s ridiculous! 』 Adam glared down at the empty space where utensils should be, but his anger was firmly at the commentary. What he wouldn’t give to be able to have a good-faith debate with someone with such a warped view as hers. 『 It’s the government, 』 Shik stated with a slight shrug. 『 They’ve been eager to prove we are worthy allies, and demonstrate how different we are from Yamatoa. 』 Shik’s eyes looked up as a thought came to him, and there was little delay between that and him voicing it. 『 Which is also a point of pride for us. 』 Hums of affirmation and nods followed. Seo-ya closed her eyes and nodded in agreement, then opened them to look at Adam, and she tapped his plate again. He squinted at her in confusion. “Do you need help?” she asked in a stage whisper, attempting to give the illusion that she was being quiet but was certainly loud enough for the whole table to hear. “No,” Adam said as he gestured to the food. “I just –” he paused, pursing his lips, reminding himself to be polite to keep the peace. Plus, it helped that he didn’t want to give Joomi or Boja any cause to be disappointed in him when listening to the recording. 『 It is, 』Yoon agreed quickly with an incline of her head during Adam’s pause, though her tone and body language screamed she wasn’t done with the topic. He briefly glanced over at her, then back to Aunt Bones, whose eyebrows were raised as she waited. “May I have chopsticks, please?” he asked quietly. 『 We do not hide behind laws, 』Yoon began. “Eat with your hands, hun,” Seo-ya stated quietly in return, so as not to draw away from the conversation, as she gestured to his plate. “Unless you need help?” Adam shook his head in response to Aunt Bones, grimacing slightly as he picked up a dumpling between his index and thumb, briefly noting that everyone else was allowed to eat them with chopsticks. He let out a small sigh before shoving half of the dumpling into his mouth, knowing very well she wanted him to get dirty to make a fuss over him later. 『 But we need not harm ourselves to prove our differences, 』Yoon continued as she scanned the table, seeking the reactions of each individual. Adam sniffed as he rubbed his lips clean with the back of his hand, allowing himself to sneer momentarily in the process. 『 In fact, I think you have an extraordinary opportunity! 』Yoon burst with energy and excitement as an idea dawned on her. 『 Have you seen that Yamatoa has been leveraging that foreign Little who “asked” to be Adopted? 』she asked as she put up air quotes and further emphasized with sarcasm and an eye roll, all of which elicited huffs and grumbles of agreement with her clear disbelief. Several at the table nodded, and the tattooed woman threw her arm out towards Adam. 『 We should do the same with Adam. 』 Adam suddenly slowed down on chewing the mandu as he stared at her, which had the benefit of letting him savor the flavor (not that it was better than Eomma’s or Halmae’s, but he granted her it was pretty good). The idea wasn’t immediately shot down, and many curious eyes turned to Shik. Adam looked down at his tray as Seo-ya set a small dish of dipping sauce in front of him. He briefly glanced at her, but she was cautiously looking between Yoon and her husband, looking concerned about the topic. 『 He definitely didn’t ask, 』Shik countered as his mouth flattened into a semi-frown of disapproval; Hyun quickly stifled a laugh in his throat.『 Nor would I trust my nephew in front of a camera or journalists. 』 Adam smacked his lips and jammed the other half of the dumpling in the sauce, smiling down, recalling Shik had called him dangerous. It would be the ultimate victory to have Shik admit he thought of a Little as a threat, especially in front of his lackey conspirators. 『 Please, neither did theirs, 』Yoon scoffed, her right shoulder jolting up in a half-shrug. 『 They’ve clearly trained her well, and we can do the same. Think about it: 』she pushed as she put her spread-out fingertips on the table and leaned a bit forward. 『 They’re trying to prove their way is so superior that Littles want to go there. We can prove the same and completely discredit that farce. 』 The blonde shoved the rest of the sauce-smothered dumpling in his mouth, looking up at the ceiling curiously, wondering who they were talking about. He couldn’t help but agree with Yoon that there was no way a Little would request to be Adopted in Yamatoa without some sort of trick, and usually that involved hypnosis, as far as he was concerned. 『 And I have no doubt I can get him camera ready, 』Yoon opined as she eyed Adam like a starving predator. He flashed her a chubby-cheeked smile, his mouth full of food, and quickly averted his eyes back down to his plate. 『 An interesting proposition, 』 Shik lied, as Adam deduced by his somewhat indifferent tone and, of course, his hand twitch. 『 But that would only be effective with Joomi’s cooperation. 』 Yoon tilted her head to the side as she stared forward in consideration, and remained in that position as the heads around the table nodded and hummed in agreement with Shik. Yoon’s eyebrows bounced up then down quickly, then she pursed her lips as her face contorted in slight confusion. 『 She still refuses to be public, doesn’t she? 』 Adam was close enough to Seo-ya to hear the sharp inhale through her breath. The room stilled. Everyone grew noticeably uncomfortable, and the blonde shoved the last bit of his second dumpling into his mouth as a knee-jerk reaction. It was subtle, and thus very Goryeoan, but Yoon had just challenged Shik’s authority. While Adam felt he had come a long way in understanding the insane subtleties of the culture, something about statements versus questions, negative versus positive framing, and knowing where to end the discussion could make someone cross a line. He didn’t always know the details and would be the first to say he couldn’t navigate it, but he knew enough to register it. 『 She does, 』 Shik replied cautiously, his eyes looking ready to shoot lasers into Yoon’s skull. 『 There we are, 』 Yoon smiled at him, in not such a different way than she had given Zhang, Jeong, and Adam himself. There was a smirk beneath it. A teasing… a threat. 『 He’s doing very well with you. Seo-ya would look wonderful on camera. 』 『 Adam has caused enough disturbances for any Little’s lifetime, 』 Shik countered while the blonde caught an exchange of glances between some of the others, and he thought he understood why: he shouldn’t be engaging in the debate with her. His word should be enough. 『 Precisely! 』 Yoon exclaimed with delight, as if Shik had just agreed with her. 『 And now it’s high time we balance that scale! 』 『 Enough! 』 Shik barked as he slapped his open palm on the table, causing several at the table to jump slightly, including Adam himself. After a beat, Seo-ya reached a hand out to stroke his hair, and they locked eyes for only a moment, where he swore their minds aligned on a traumatized hope that his anger would dissipate before everyone left. Yoon put her palms up in defeat, though a look of smug satisfaction lingered all the same. A long silence fell over the table after this, which was eventually broken by someone complimenting Seo-ya’s cooking. Adam filled up on dumplings and rice, sitting silently as he wavered between anxious and triumphant. This dinner had proven to him, and he believed everyone else at the table, that Shik was no Kang. He lacked the aura and control over others that his brother had. He was glad to have revealed that to them, but as he absorbed what that lesson meant for him, he suddenly felt uncomfortable and unsafe. ----------------------------------------------------------------- “So messy!” Seo-ya chuckled, and Adam threw his head back in annoyance as she wiped his hands and face down. About halfway through the meal, he had realized she was going to deny him utensils the entire time, so he had given up on trying to keep clean. After another wipe over his face, he glanced over to Little Boja, perched and smiling happily from a decorative table. He hadn’t heard any alerts that he was running out of space or had stopped recording… so as far as he knew, the entire dinner had been captured. Granted, only the first ten or so minutes were exciting, but he was happy all the same. “Can I have Little Boja now, please?” he asked as he pointed to the tiger, which caused a few chuckles from the nameless suited Amazons, and Adam’s face burned a little red. Seo-ya giggled as she wiped his pointed hand down again and began unbuckling him from the high chair. “Of course, baby,” she purred. 『 Ah, I nearly forgot! 』 Yoon gasped as she rocketed to her feet. 『 I have a gift for him! 』 『 Oh? 』 Seo-ya mouthed as she lifted Adam to her hip, pausing long enough to squeeze the midsection of the half-soaked diaper, and turned to face the woman. “Auntie,” Adam groused as he pointed to Little Boja, but Seo-ya only gave him a bounce and a loud diaper pat in response, causing him to turn a darker shade of red. 『 Yes, yes, it’s one of the best, 』she explained as she pulled a small package from inside her jacket, wrapped in a cloth. 『 Guaranteed to give Littles a good time! 』 “Auntie, please,” Adam practically began to beg as he reached an arm feebly towards the direction of Little Boja; nothing that Yoon could give him would be good, he knew that much. “Baby, Yoon has a present for you,” Aunt Bones narrated in an exaggerated tone of excitement as she stretched her arm out to gesture towards it as she stepped forward. “What do you say?” “Can I have Little Boja first, please?” he practically growled, forcefully pointing towards the tiger. One of the men lifted a hand to his mouth to muffle his laughter. “Adam,” Seo-ya warned, raising her eyebrows. “Be polite.” Adam threw his head back as he let out a pained groan and kicked a leg in frustration. He wanted desperately to throw a tantrum, lean into how they saw him, and make demands for the tiger until they relented. He was reasonably sure most present would laugh or dismiss it as an infantile need, as they had thus far, but he worried about Shik and Hyun. Their looks of suspicion earlier lingered in his mind, and Uncle Shit had never shown any compassion towards him when he acted more childlike. “Here you go, buddy.” His blue eyes flew open to see Little Boja’s heterochromatic eyes staring at him, and he looked up to the nameless Amazon – the one who had mentioned having his own Little. He had a few scars on his face that looked like old cut wounds, slightly stained teeth that indicated he smoked, and tattoos peeking up from his collared shirt. Every inch of him oozed intimidation, but as he held the tiger out, his face looked warm and friendly. For a moment, compelled by the kindness, he wanted to tell him he had picked the wrong side and to run. “Thank you,” Adam whispered as he reached out, grabbing Little Boja and drawing him in tightly. Shoving his face into the orange and white fur, he repeated the lesson of the shaman’s words over and over again: grab the rabbit first, protect myself first. 『 He’s a good boy, 』the man offered as he patted Adam’s head. 『 Thank you, 』 Seo-ya inclined her head to the man, then gave Adam another bounce as she stepped closer to Yoon. “Adam…” Opting to maintain the recording, just in case, he lifted his head slightly to look at Yoon, who was smirking at him as she held out the present. Glancing at the cloth, he closed his eyes to hide his eye roll; it was a white wrapping cloth, held together with a safety pin in the clear appearance of an old-school diaper. He really hated this woman. Glancing up at Seo-ya, he pointed to the safety pin; her eyes moved towards it, and she let out a laugh. “You want me to change your present?” she cackled, and Yoon was quick to follow. Adam’s face turned bright red, though he wasn’t quite sure if it was from embarrassment or anger. “It’s a pin!” he defended as he threw one arm out, the other tightened around the tiger. Laughing even harder, Seo-ya reached out and pinched the safety pin, which was actually a simple clip disguised as one. Adam’s mouth opened in surprise and then snapped shut, glaring at it angrily as the room laughed. 『 He knows who does the changing! 』 Hyun grinned. 『 I suppose boys don’t have any interest in that, 』 the once kindly man supposed as he chuckled, stroking his goateed chin. 『 My Little girl loves diapering her stuffed animals. 』 『 Girls love mimicking their Mommies, 』 Yoon confirmed with a nod as she tugged on the white cloth, which unfolded easily without the clip to reveal a rattle attached to a wrist strap. Seo-ya gasped and ooo’d at it, taking hold and lifting it up to get a better look. 『 It attaches at the wrist, so it’s perfect for crawlers. The sound is guaranteed to bring a smile to any Little’s face, and it doubles as a bell to find him. If you let him roam, that is. 』 『 We don’t, 』 Seo-ya chuckled and maneuvered the rattle in her hand to grab hold. Adam held his breath as he stared, knowing what was to come; she was going to shake it, and he had seconds to decide if he was going to fake it or not. 『 Guaranteed, you say? 』 Adam looked up at Seo-ya, and her eyes briefly flashed to him in a look of wariness. At any other time, he might have grinned smugly in response, but he shared the anxiety; he didn’t want to reveal he was protected from these devices and invite scrutiny about why, but he also didn’t know how to mask it. He had laughed once before, and that seemed to appease Seo-ya enough, but her hesitation in this moment was concerning; had she known he had faked it and just let it go? If she knew he had faked it, Yoon certainly would. He clenched his jaw as his heart began to race. 『 Yup, my girl loves hers, 』the man smiled. 『 Give it a shake, you’ll see! 』Yoon pressed, gesturing to Adam, whose throat tightened. Seo-ya smiled thinly as she inspected the rattle for a moment, but the silence made her uncomfortable enough to hold the rattle right in front of his face, and she gave it a shake. …And Adam did nothing. He stared at it as the sound in the room dampened. He thought about smiling. He thought about raucously laughing. But as his heart pounded in his throat, he remembered the recording was still going, and despite the strong desire to help his family (his true family) win this fight, he just wanted to go home. Shik wasn’t in control, and his temper made him unstable. Seo-ya had warmed up to him enough that he could see her as a loose ally at times, but she followed the whims of her husband and could withdraw her paltry affection and protection in an instant. He wasn’t a spy. He was a nerd. A nerd who loved science, math, and science fiction. He wasn’t meant for this. He wanted to go home. And if revealing his protection to this crew, recording their reactions, and sending it home meant things might move faster, then fuck it. He wanted out, now. He stared at the rattle, and when this was met with silence, he looked up to Seo-ya and scanned the room with a dead, neutral expression. Aunt Bones’ eyebrows contorted upwards, causing a row of lines all the way up her forehead. The kindly man frowned curiously. Hyun’s eyebrows fell in a sort of glare. Shik’s lip sneered while his eyes looked horrified. And Yoon… She tilted her head to the side as her pupils dilated. She looked like a cat ready to pounce. Her mouth parted slightly, then she grinned as her eyes narrowed at him. “Someone is Mommy’s special Little boy, isn’t he?” she taunted in a low tone, her right eyebrow twitching ever so slightly. Adam recoiled slightly as he gripped Little Boja tightly, which had the unfortunate effect of causing Yoon to look to the tiger. Smirking, she placed a hand on her hip and rolled her wrist to lazily point her finger, palm up, at Little Boja. 『 It’s this. That’s why he’s so attached to it. 』 Adam felt every muscle in his body freeze. He stopped breathing. He was sure Yoon could hear his heart screaming in his chest as his face lost all its color. 『 Destroy it, 』 Shik ordered darkly as a shadow crossed over his face, the muscles in his neck bulging and a vein throbbing at his temple. “Say bye-bye!” Yoon cackled as she jammed her hand out and grabbed Little Boja by the neck. “NO!” Adam screamed as he held on with all his might, his voice cracking. “NO, PLEASE!” Yoon only laughed in response, but she was the only one. Seo-ya gasped as she placed a hand on Adam’s chest to steady him, lest he fall as the horrid tattooed woman gave a powerful yank to rip Little Boja from his grasp. “NO!! PLEASE!! PLEASE!!” Adam screamed, his eyes flooding with tears, his face instantly red as he tried to hold onto the leg, but when he heard a seam begin to rip, he released it as he gasped. Then, realizing he had let go voluntarily, he let out a long, mournful cry. Yoon chuckled as she rolled her eyes and grabbed the head of the stuffed tiger, her entire posture ready to rip his head off. Adam shrieked in horror as he thrashed against Seo-ya’s grip, desperately reaching out for the tiger. 『 Wait, wait! 』 Seo-ya said as she gasped, trying hard to steady him, and she lifted a hand to cover his mouth so she could be heard. 『 He was like this before the tiger! 』 Pressing against her hand, ready to bite her palm, Adam sucked in air suddenly in a gasp, causing her hand to suction to his mouth. His eyes stared into Little Boja’s, and he felt like his world had been turned upside down twice in rapid succession. Was Aunt Bones… helping him? 『 What?! 』 Shik snapped as he glared at his wife. 『 I’m sorry! 』 Seo-ya flustered, removing her hand from Adam’s mouth as she placed her hand on her chest. 『 He didn’t respond to the mobile, and I - I thought maybe it was just broken! 』Yoon’s eyebrows rose high on her forehead as she looked between the couple, a bemused expression on her face, while Hyun stroked his chin. Seo-ya awkwardly looked between her husband and the crowd, then grimaced as she gestured to the stuffed tiger.『 And, dear, you’ve already scanned it. It’s just a toy. 』 Shik inhaled loudly through his nose as his lips pinched so tightly they turned white. Yoon frowned, looking down at the tiger, then over to Shik, and after a brief stare between the two, he nodded in affirmation. Adam’s jaw quivered, his eyes darting between the faces in the room, including the tiger’s. He wasn’t sure that was true, but he wasn’t in a place to inspect it; either they were lying to save face, or they had scanned Little Boja in the few times he wasn’t in his possession, and either way, it didn’t matter now. Adam reached his arms out when it wasn’t immediately evident that Yoon was going to give it back. “Please,” he pleaded in a quiet voice, and as his throat tightened, his next words came out in a squeak, “He’s my best friend.” Adam’s arms shook when this confession was met with a snort, and his face twisted as he tried to hold back any crying. He couldn’t even be angry. He was so afraid of losing the plush, and this horrifying moment had truly solidified the reality of his attachment. It wasn’t the technology; it wasn’t his spy gear and ability to communicate back home. Little Boja had been there through everything. He was his first friend in a sea of discomfort at his ceremony’s reception. He was there when he suffered Kang’s wrath. He was there when he blasted Seo-ya in the face with chocolate milk. He was there when he reunited with Jeong. Every time Adam needed comfort or someone on his side, Little Boja was there. And even when he couldn’t be there… he still found a way back to him. Yes, he was just a toy. Adam knew that logically. But he was so much more, too. “Of course he is,” Yoon chuckled as she took a step forward and leaned close to him. “And I’ll give him back… when you tell me what your Mommy did to you.” “Did…?” Adam felt stupid the second the word came out of his mouth. He knew what she wanted to know, but he had been so focused on his primal fear for Little Boja that he had dropped the reason the tiger’s life had been in danger in the first place. “Why can’t you hear the rattle?” Yoon asked as her arm darted out, grabbing Adam’s chin and beginning to move his head to inspect him. He stared forward, his mind latching onto the question, wondering if she thought he couldn’t hear it at all or just the part meant to screw with him. 『 We scanned him several times, 』 Seo-ya noted a bit defensively as she drew Adam closer, placing a hand on his outer thigh, as if to start making a wall between him and Yoon. “She stuck a - a long tool thing in my ear,” he lied quickly, lifting a hand to stick his finger in his ear to demonstrate. “It made some noises, and then she - she said she was done. That she fixed something in my, uh… drum.” Yoon stared at Adam for a long moment, and for the first time ever, she wasn’t happy. She didn’t look aloof or in control. Her upper lip twitched as she released her hold on his jaw. She looked pissed. Little Boja suddenly came flying at him as the stuffed tiger was shoved into his arms, and he let out a surprised cry as he wrapped his arms around it and held on for dear life. 『 We need to get a grip on her. Now, 』Yoon growled as she turned to face Shik, who scowled at her. Drawing himself upward to his maximum height, which was impressive in a room of normal-sized Amazons, he appeared to be putting on his best Kang impression. Which wasn’t very good. 『 Get Zhang in, 』he commanded darkly, his tone a bit lower than his usual nasal tone. 『 Then we make our move. 』 『 Consider it done, 』 Yoon radiated confidence.

I don't think it's just you. I started reading, commenting, and posting in August/October of last year and the activity felt very high, and then there was a sudden drop off in January and February of this year. That being said, I've sort of contributed in that I don't comment as much as I'd like to, so maybe I let that perception get to me. 😅

Here is part 2! the final part 3 will be posted tomorrow. TRIGGER WARNING (minor spoilers): This chapter contains forced gender transformation/reassignment via medical methods, and intense discussions surrounding it. It also contains discussions of darker aspects such as nonconsentual sex, body horror, and kidnapping. If these are not to your liking, please view with discretion, or leave now.  --- 11/36/2088, 31:34 XM Nalania enters the barren, white-walled room. Halogen lights flicker overhead, buzzing quietly. A one-way mirror dominates one wall. All that’s in the room is a long table. On one side, an amazon-sized seat, vacant. On the other, a middle-sized seat… with a little perched in it. Juniper. Her hair is still that long, vibrant blonde, a thick mane that goes down past her waist in long, curling bangs. She wears a one-piece jumper, with thick, gloved mittens, that are connected with fuzzy tethers to either arm of the chair. She is calmly petting a small, stuffed animal. She does not meet Nalania’s gaze, even as the Amazon sits across from her. Nalania pulls out a small, pen-sized device, and sets it next to her on the table. Clicking the end, the device springs to life - a holographic display shining from it, displaying elapsed time, as it begins to record audio and video. “My name is Nalania Olthwip.” She says calmly, as she places her phone on the desk - a slab of obsidian almost the size of a little’s torso. Again, she makes a gesture, and a holographic keyboard rises from it - for personal notes. “The date is… the thirty-sixth of Census, 2088. Time… 31:35 XM. I currently stand to interview…” She pauses, as if to give Juniper a chance to state her name for the record. The accused remains silent. “...miss Juniper La’cita, accused of-” “Not my name.” Nalania looks down to Juniper, who had spoken without even raising her head. “...is there an issue, Juni-” “Not. My. Name.” Juniper says, deadly quiet. “My name is Jack Ryanson.” Nalania pauses, glancing to her documents. “It says on your identity sheet-” “It’s not correct.” Juniper says, beginning to recite as if reading off a sheet of his own. “I am named Jack Ryanson. I am a male. I was born on the fourteenth of Calibax, in-” “That’s not what it says on your sheet.” Nalania repeats calmly. Juniper raises her head towards Nalania for the first time. “If you continue to misgender me, I will press charges for discrimination and waive my right to a lawyer.” Nalania pauses. “Juniper, I’m not trying to-” “JACK!” He slams his fist on the arm of the chair - it doesn’t make much impact, but it’s clear how angry he is. “Get that through your fat Amazon head! My mother named me Jack, and that’s what you’re gonna call me! Otherwise, I’ll waive my right to a lawyer, and you can leave right here and now!” Nalania hums, before clicking the pen to pause the recording. “Juni-” she stops, at his glare. “Jack. Your sheet, and all your paperwork lists your name as Juniper. If you keep insisting on calling yourself that, it may cause confusion in your casework, and make it even harder for me to help you. Okay?” Juniper opens her mouth as if to respond… Only to close it, frowning. “...fine.” “I’m here to help you, Juniper. Whether you want it or not.” Juniper hesitates for a moment. “...sure.”  She says, disdain oozing from her voice.  “But… can you at least address me by my proper gender? I’m a guy.” “It says on your sheet-” Nalania cuts off once again, as Juniper glares at her. “...fine. If that will be your compromise, I’ll see what I can do.” She says, more to move things along than out of actual consideration. “Thank you.” Juniper says calmly. Nalania sighs. “Now I need to start over… fussy littles.” She mumbles, reaching for the pen to start a new recording. Juniper scoffs. “Sure. Littles.” Ignoring him for the moment, Nalania starts the recording over. “My name is Nalania Olthwip.The date is the thirty-sixth of Census, 2088. Time, 31:39 PM. I currently stand to interview mister Juniper La’cita, accused of murder in the first degree.” She looks up to Juniper. “How do you plead.” Juniper looks her in the eyes. “Guilty.” “Defendant has established himself as-” “But with just motive.” Nalania again looks up to him. “...repeat that one more time?” “Guilty with just motive.” He repeats, almost patronizingly slowly. “I would like to claim my actions were self-defense, and I know that Amazonian courts may find leniency even in acts of little violence if the motive is just.” “...you’ve done your homework.” “I have a lot of experience. Senator Lacita had more than a few skeletons in his closet, after all.” Nalania pauses. “...elaborate.” He sighs. “...Later. Next you’ll ask me for my just motive, yes?” Nalania raises an eyebrow, at the man almost a quarter her height trying to lead the interview. “...correct. So… DO you have a just motive? Or are you just trying to keep yourself out of another crib?” Juniper pauses. “...Do you know what the average education level is in Little schools, miss Olthwip?” “I don’t see how that’s-” “Humor me. I insist.” Nalania sighs impatiently. “Little curriculum is identical to Amazon curriculum, what else would you expect?” “That’s wrong.” “Excuse me?” “Little education is severely lacking.” states Juniper. “Studies show that in littles’ tenth grade of twelve, they are learning material that Amazon children learn in second grade.” “I don’t see how that’s-” “Furthermore, upon graduating at the age of 18, many littles are unaware of concepts such as Trinary numbers and quantum computing. Even the concept of the numbers ꯶ and ꧒ is entirely untaught.” “You’re not-” “This, in turn, results in coming-of-age adulthood tests for littles having a 55% total failure rate on average, with 35% of those failures qualifying as gross academic negligence on the little’s part, and 20% being false flagged as having cognitive disabilities. This is disregarding typical amazon sabotage during tests, such as playing distracting white noise, swapping out questions for ones unstudied, or simply marking passing papers as failing.” “Is this really-” “As a result, almost 65% of littles’ adulthood tests are designated as failures in this country, and said failing littles are designated “babies from birth” and put into the Amazon caretaking system without chance for test retakes. The remaining successes often need little-run tutoring or extensive study of items they were never taught, in order to maintain a chance of success.” “How do you-” “This is in comparison to Amazonian children having a 99.8% success rate in said adulthood tests, with the remaining often coming down to actual cognitive disabilities, and even then, the failures are offered generous time allotments to retake the exam, unlike littles who are immediately-” “Juniper.” Nalania states. “Does this educational special have a purpose? Or are you merely stalling?” “Stallilng?” Juniper laughs. “This is exactly my point, miss Olthwip. You probably didn’t hear a word I just said. After all, no Amazon wants to be confronted with how bad their shit stinks.” “Excuse me?” “Pardon. How badly mismanaged and corrupt their own systems are. The education is just the start, don’t even get me started on the shit that Littles who actually pass their exams have to deal with. Constant harassment, being given deliberately unfair work conditions, constant threats of assault-” ”Assault?!” “Well what else would you call someone literally kidnapping you? Like, Nalie - can I call you Nalie?” “No.” “Nalie, imagine for a second you had a kid. Not a little - an actual, biological kid. Now say another amazon ripped them from your arms, waved a piece of paper in your face, and legally took ownership of the kid you’d been raising and loving for years. Because, I don’t know, they looked cute. How would you feel?” Juniper has venom in every word not, not even bothering to hide his disdain. “I-” “Because that’s what happens to littles. Every. Single. Day.” “Mister La’cita.” Nalania raises her voice, finally cutting Juniper off. “If you insist on sidetracking with meaningless diatribes, I will have to abandon your case and leave you to fend for yourself in court. Please stick to the topic or this interview is over.” He sighs. “Typical Amazon. Never listening.” “I will listen when you have something of substance to say.” She says simply. Juniper bites back another quip. “...fine then. My  history. What drove me to murder that bastard.” He says. “Would that be ‘relevant’ enough for you?” “Yes.” Nalania says simply, hoping this would finally go somewhere. She did have other cases, after all. He sighs. “...I was raised in the Littles district of South Saintson. Where littles can grow up in peace without fear of being abducted. Gated community the size of a city, home to about fifty thousand-” “Please, don’t lecture me with your whole-” “This. Is. Relevant. You wanted history, you’re getting the whole history.” Juniper clears his throat. “I was raised as a man. My parents were very protective of me, keeping me out of the Amazon school districts. Sometimes I would be bullied by the Amazon children who snuck into the littles district, but that was just standard - still is.” He nods. “Eventually, I passed my Adulthood exam by the skin of my teeth, and became a grown up. Then, I found my wife. Amanda. The love of my life. Her hair flowed like the waves, and her eyes glimmered like the sun.” “We did everything right. Stuck to our lane. Never went out into the ‘bigger’ world. Never even left the littles’ district. Our entire world was that little corner, and we were happy there.” He looks down, and hesitates, briefly. “Then… of course. Amazons. Fucking everything up, like they always do.” Nalania nods, gently tapping at her holo keyboard, not interrupting. “One day, a limo rides through the Little district. Amazon sized. So big it took up two lanes of the street.” “It’s not legal to drive Amazon vehicles on little-made streets.” Comments Nalania. “Oh, I haven’t even gotten started. Me and the missus were taking a walk down to our favorite coffee shop, the one where they roast the beans just right, and it always smells like-” “Stay on topic, please.” Nalania says. Not forceful. Calm. Juniper takes a deep breath. “The limo… pulls up alongside us. Window rolls down, and I see… him.” “Senator Lacita.” “Yes. Younger, as this was around 4 years ago, but him. Salt and pepper beard. Built like an ox. Looking down, nonchalantly, across the plaza… and his eyes fall on us. Me and Amanda are paralyzed, I mean, we hadn’t seen an amazon in months, not since the census last checked on us. And here, in the middle of a crowd, in broad daylight, this car just, pulls up and…” Juniper shakes his head slowly, tresses and curls shifting. “I’ll never forget it. He just looks across the plaza and… his eyes fall on me. And I’m just, just, close enough to hear him say, in the calmest voice…” “That one will do.” He shivers. “For a second, I thought he meant Amanda. I knew what that look, that voice meant. I instinctively put myself in front of her, but…” “They went for you?” “Right in the middle of everyone. Couple of meathead amazons just grab me and put me in the car like you’d put a toddler. I was screaming, carrying on, begging them not to take my wife… I only realized once I was in the car that she was still on the street. The look in her eyes… like I was already dead. God.” *He shakes his head.* “So… let me get this straight so far.” Nalania says. “Unprompted, Amazons went up to you in the middle of the littles district, an area where it is completely illegal for Amazons to even go to outside of state business… and abducted you in broad daylight, in front of witnesses.” “Yup.” “And… no one noticed?” Juniper barks a sharp laugh. “Of course they noticed. We’re not stupid, whatever you may think. But god knows we can’t do anything to fight back.” “But you’re protected-” “The protected zones are a fucking joke. If an Amazon is rich, powerful, or just bitchy enough, they can just stride right over the gates, scoop up an armful, and walk right back out to adopt them. Like we’re fucking cattle being raised for the slaughter.” Nalania frowns. “This is… new information to me.” she states after a few moments, writing something down on her keyboard. “You’re joking.” Juniper gives her a dead-eyed look. “No, actually? This doesn’t surprise me at all. Just one more way people don’t give a-” “No, you don’t understand.” Nalania says. “Taking littles directly from a safe zone is… highly illegal, even by Amazon standards. If people knew this was a regular occurrence-” “They wouldn’t care. Why the fuck would they?” Juniper shrugs. “The only thing littles are good for is being diaper slaves, remember? Just stupid little brats to drag away from their lives and force into slavery. It’s basically just colonialism but with extra steps.” Nalania doesn’t respond for a few moments, typing. “...right. Well.” She nods. “What happened after he took you?” Juniper gives her another dead look. “You really need to ask that?” he asks, rhetorically. “The same thing that happens to every damn little at one point or another. Diapers. Always with the fucking diapers. Like, it’s not enough to strip us of our basic human rights that every Amazon takes for granted - you need to actively mock us at every single opportunity, making us shit ourselves, torturing us with things we can’t have, locking away our ability to reproduce, speak, or fucking MOVE, just to satisfy your sick power dynamic of-” “Please try to stop digressing.” Comments Nalania, giving him another stern look. “Sure. Sure! Whatever.” Juniper crosses his arms. “...well, where do you want me to start? I have four years of trauma to get through. God, the stories I could riddle you with… Tell you what. How about how I became a ‘girl’.” “Go on.” Nalania says simply. “One day, few months in, I’m doing my usual slave labor. He loves to make his babies work for the “privelege” of things like diaper changes… or you know. Food. So I’m scrubbing the floor in a shitty diaper, cussing and mumbling… and Lacita just… walks up to me. I didn’t do anything wrong, apart from maybe being grouchy. I look up to him and I just… glare. That’s it. Just… a little glare maybe. And all he says is:” “I think she’d look better as a girl.” He goes quiet. Nalania looks to him. “...that’s it?” “That’s it. Next thing I know, I’m on a trolley being wheeled into a surgery room. The gas starts coming, and I’m screaming, and I see all these knives, and these big silicone fucking-” “All right, I’ve heard enough.” “No. No I don’t think you have.” He glares. “That’s what all Amazons do isn’t it? Cuz Amazons can do anything they want. As soon as things get icky or bloody or uncomfortable, they just say, ‘hush baby’ and that’s the end of the fucking argument. Well no. You’re gonna hear what they did to me. Like… do you realize how many scars are on this body?” Juniper tugs at his thick, fluffy outfit. “Under my tits, where they put in the implants. Needle marks on my arm, where they forced in drugs. My butt lift has me-” “Wait. They didn’t use nanites?” “Of course not!” Juniper throws up his arms. “Nanites are for amazons. They have it easy. Step into a chamber, press a button, and five minutes later, they come out however they want - taller, transgender, even fucking furries. No harm no foul. Littles? Littles get it the old fashioned way. They get the knives, and the injections, and the scars. Oh, Amazons will hide it. Say that it’s all because littles can’t handle the nanobots or whatever. It’s all bullshit. They just want to torture us more. The only amazons who DO use nanites on their littles only do it because the littles are diaper models or something and the scars would hurt sales numbers.” “I don’t-” “Do you REALIZE what they DO to you when you are transgendered from male to female? Do you KNOW what they did to my-” Juniper cuts off, gesturing frantically to his crotch. “You don’t have to-” “They INVERTED it! THEY INVERTED MY FUCKING-” “JUNIPER!” Nalania slams her hand on the table. “The way you’re talking is VERY offensive to actual, transitioned people! Do you realize how many MtF littles, middles AND amazons would give ANYTHING for the treatments you’re talking about? How many can’t afford it, or aren’t ALLOWED to afford it?” She presses on. “Believe it or not, Amazons have stigmas too! Some parts of the world, even parts of Amazonia, are HORRIBLY repressive and vindictive to transitioned people, and even amazons are subject to abuse at the hands of-” “I! AM! NOT! TRANSGENDER!” Juniper stands on the top of his chair, screaming at Nalania. “I AM A MAN! I never consented to ANY of this! Don’t compare me to actual, repressed minorities! Yes, I feel awful for them, but my situation is not the same! This is not me transitioning to my true form! This is a DELIBERATE MUTILIATION of my body! I! Did! Not! CONSENT!” Nalania just looks at him, giving him a moment to breathe. “And I’m sorry it happened to you.” “You’re damn right I-” Juniper blinks. “Wait… what?” “Juniper, I am so sorry this happened to you. Really, I am.” Nalania says. “Even if you were adopted legally…” (Juniper scoffs.) “...transitioning a little against their consent goes against every policy of caretaking in the book. This is a violation of-” “Oh! Ohhh, you wanna talk about violation?” Juniper plops back down. “Well get ready, because guess what? I’m not the only one!” Nalania’s eyebrows raise, but she continues typing. “Yeah! Amazons do this shit all the fucking time! They can just walk in, say they want to transition their little, and that’s it! There’s no checks, no consent forms for the little, because oh yeah, they’re a fucking baby! An Amazon can literally MOLD their little however the fuck they want, and we have nothing we can do about it! Like, you know the whole trend of like, turning their little into an animal hybrid?” “You refer to Fluffization.” Nalania says, recalling the rabbit-eared little she encountered just before the interview. “Yeah! Like I said, Amazons can literally just become furries at will with their nanite chambers! I Once saw a guy turn into a fucking crocodile man in like 30 seconds! But littles, nooooo. Gotta graft on like, actual animal ears, or patches of fur - don’t even get me started on the animal cruelty angle. And do you even realize Fluffization can reach ‘down south’? Like, with horses-” “Enough.” Nalania says. “Again, you want to hide from the truth! From the reality of-” “I said enough, Juniper.” She pinches her brow once more. “We’re yet again digressing from the topic at hand, being why you murdered Senator Lacita.” “Oh, trust me, this is all very on topic. I mean, that bastard’s done all of this. Fluffization, forced transitions… even shortstackification. That’s where Amazons remove, like, half of a little’s height, and put a bunch of body mass on them, so they’re basically just round little diapered doughballs to play with. And some of the things he’s done to his littles… the press would never tell you, but… have you ever seen that movie ‘The Human Millipede’? Think that, but with diapers. Lots and lots of diapers.” “You’re surely exaggerating.” Juniper scoffs. “If anything, I’m going easy. Like, don’t even get me started on the shit on the island-” “Island?” “Whole other story. Basically a degenerate hellhole where littles are turned into TRUE horrors. Living furniture, living sculptures, living toilets. Just… god. You really have no idea, do you?” “And you’re saying Lacita was complicit in all of this?” “Complicit? Hell, he pushed the button himself! His mansion was basically just a giant medical lab with how many littles he was experimenting on, and he’s not the only one! I could name so many sick fucking amazons that-” Juniper coughs, doubling over. Nalania looks up, and passes him some water from a bottle in her purse. He greedily takes the too-large bottle, gulping from it, water pouring over his face and down his tresses. “...you still haven’t told me the exact reason you murdered him.” She says. “I understand you had… hostility, towards some of Lacita’s life choices. But what was the specific reason that sparked the act?” “Apart from the amalgamation of everything else?” He sighs. “Well look… I need to mention one more thing. The… parties.” He shivers. “Sex parties. I… do I need to say anything else?” “You’re telling me…” “He used his littles as sex slaves. Yet again, not an uncommon practice among powerful Amazons. Like half the reason he transitioned me was…” He groans, putting his head in his hands. “...I don’t really feel like explaining the dynamics of an Amazon cock on a Little’s hole, so let’s just cut to the chase. I was at one of these… parties… I’m in like, a halfway hole. It’s like a glory hole… but your waist is stuck in it. Ass out one end, upper half out the other. You get the gist. So, I’m doing my duty, when…” He covers his face. “I see her. On Lacita’s lap.” He looks up. “Amanda.” “Your wife?” “Yeah. Hadn’t seen her in years. I don’t know how she got caught, or how she wound up here… but from the look on Lacita, as his eyes flickered to me… I think he knew. He knew how much it would hurt me. He wanted to break me. He knew I was stubborn, that I hadn’t truly broken in four years… he thought this was the straw that would finally make me snap. Make me beg. Make me submissive and cute and helpless.” “And the sight of your wife becoming intimate with Lacita…” “Yes, miss Olthwip. That is what drove me to murder Roland Lacita. Are you happy now?” He says the last four words in the most bitter and venomous tone he can muster. Nalania taps a few more words on her digital keyboard…. Before she nods. “Yes. I believe that will be all.” She taps a button on her recorder, and it once more retracts into being a simple pen, that she stows away in her case. “...no more questions?” “No more questions.” Nalania says, glancing at her watch. “It’s already after 36:00 - past midnight, that is. If we’re not careful, we’d be here all night.” “So… we’re not gonna build a case, or talk my defense or-” “I will handle things from here.” Nalania says simply, standing as she packs up. Juniper slouches in his chair, sighing. “...right.” He says. “Like I expected anything different.” The two do not speak again, as Nalania exits the room. --- I hope I portrayed this chapter well. I was a bit worried about certain intense aspects. Please let me know what you think in the comments - if the consensus is it was upsetting or I handled it badly, I can modify or take down the story.  I hope you enjoyed.

(A Diaper Dimension story a little more self indulgent than my others - the chapters will be a bit shorter and even kinkier than my usual fare, but I hope you enjoy reading it. This is a more fappy story, rather than one more centered around story, so I hope that's ok.) (The main character is created by @ABAlex and is his titular namesake. I can't help but adore Alex's writings, he is a huge idol of mine, and I've written about his namesake in the past. I can't help it, I love the little brat~) (I will give more information on the story in the post-word, but for now, enjoy the first chapter!) ---   It started as a scene like any other. “Coffee for Alex?” Alex looks up to the coffee barista, barely able to see over the counter. His girly blonde hair brushes against his shoulders as he brushes off his manly business suit. The massive, amazonian barista looks down over the counter at him, sneering. Her huge head is nearly brushing the signs hanging above her, while Alex can’t even come up to her waist. “You sure you’ll be able to finish this, little guy?” *she asks, as she hands him a massive coffee cup half the size of his torso. “Absolutely~ heehee~” Alex deliberately lets out a cute giggle, as he takes the coffee cup, and begins hefting it back to a booth on the side. As he walks, the young man sashays his hips, humming “wheels on the bus.” He giggles cutely, waving overexcitedly at a pair of amazons in the seat next to him. One eyes him, whispering to her comrade. The other shakes her head, though her eyes never leave Alex. Alex manages to push the coffee up onto the seat above him… he then attempts to scramble up, legs kicking as he struggles to get onto the seat. He audibly grunts and struggles, making a show of wiggling his butt as he can barely get up. “These seats are sooooo biiiiiigggg!” He giggles cutely. “If only I had someone to help me~” No one moves. Finally, Alex manages to climb onto the booth seat, standing next to his big mug. Without hesitation, he pops the top off, beginning to gulp it down. Dark coffee drains all over his suit jacket, as he messily slurps loudly and happily. “Mmmmm! So good!” He giggles. “Tastes a little funny, though~” An amazon is staring at him from across the way, her eyes never leaving him. He feels her predator’s gaze on his back, but just nonchalantly wiggles his butt. Her eyes narrow. “Oh my! Oooh….” Alex begins whining before he’s even halfway through his cup. “All this coffeeeee…. My bladder….” he whines loudly, clutching his crotch. He stumbles down from his seat, doing a very obvious pee waddle towards the counter. “E-excuse me? Can you point me to where the bathrooms are?” He asks the barista, bouncing visibly, hands over his crotch. The amazons in the whole cafe are staring at him now, looking like caged dogs eyeing a t-bone steak. Some of them have their hands on their purses, with diapers in tow. Others eye the bathroom, as if planning to block it off. Still others eye Alex’s butt, imagining how good it would look in diapers. Ultimately though… No one moves. “The bathrooms are right through there, sir.” says the coffee-toting barista, nodding her head to the bathrooms clearly labeled to one side. That was all. “Oooohhhh… okayyyy… I hope I can make itttt…” With the biggest show possible, Alex begins to waddle over, dragging it out, moaning and whimpering and whining. From her stroller, a recently-turned Little is watching him with absolute astonishment on her face. She looks up to her amazon in disbelief. The little had been caught when she was walking a little too slow on the sidewalk - an amazon had called her constipated, and next thing she knew, she was being fed laxative-laced chocolates while on her back being changed into a diaper. She got caught for walking too slow, but THIS guy got away with it?! She whines and fusses in her crib, pointing jealously. The amazon doesn’t even take her eyes off of Alex, as she nonchalantly takes the little out of her stroller and puts her over her lap, spanking her lightly for fussing. Even so, her heart doesn’t really seem to be in it. Alex moans, doubling over. “Oh noooo!” He whines loudly and rather obnoxiously. “I - I can’t hold it!” He turns to the room, hands removing from his crotch - -as a visible dark spot appears over his crotch, soaking down his trousers, the scent of urine spreading into amazon nostrils like wolves smellilng blood. “NOOOO! I’M PEEEINGGGG!” He whines loudly. “D-DON’T LOOK! OH MY GOSH, NOOOOOO! I CAN’T STOP PEEEINGGGGGG!!” Despite the insistently loud ringing of the dinner bell… no amazon moves. If anything, most try to ignore him… …that is, until the bell rings. “My, so hot out there…” says the tall amazon as she removes her wide-brimmed sunhat. She has a big, yellow sundress, and she smiles as she sees the coffee board. “I could go for an iced-” “WAAAAAAHHHHH!” Her head turns like an owl who had just heard a mouse. Her eyes lock onto Alex, lighting up, as she sees the dark spot on his pants, the messy little flailing his arms as he wets himself. “Well well! What have we here?” She croons, striding towards him. “I come to Capitol city on vacation… and I stumble across a perfect little angel!” Alex whimpers and sobs loudly as she approaches. “N-no! Get away from me!” He insists loudly. “I’m an adult! AN ADULT! I’m big and mature and -” “And you’re wetting your pants like a tiny little brat~” She giggles, sweeping up Alex in her arms. “What a silly, wet baby you are~” Two amazons look to the new arrival - one goes as if to say something, the other stops her, shaking her head. “I’m a big boy! You can’t do this to me! I’m super important!” Alex whimpers, even while continuing to soak his pants. “Oh darling, it’s ok! No one expected anything more of you…” She croons, laying him on a table. “Can someone get me some baby powder please? I’m fresh out…” No one moves. She rolls her eyes. “Whatever.” She says softly, as she RIPS Alex’s pants down - Revealing a super cutesy pair of undies, themed with pink teddy bears. “Goodness! I’ve never seen a little with such cute undies before! I love them~” She croons. “I’m almost tempted to let you keep-” *blllrrFLLURRTTCHHH…* She blinks, as she sees (and smells) what Alex is doing. Whimpering, blubbering, the blonde femboy is helplessly soiling himself, a fat, hot log escaping between his cheeks, packing his oh-so-cute, soaked undies, as it begins to spill onto the table. “I - I’m sorry! I couldn’t hold it!” He whines, brown fudge beginning to leak out the waistband of his undies as they almost immediately blow out. “...wow. You REALLY had to go, huh?” she scoffs, shaking her head, as she pulls a diaper out of her outfit. “Well, don’t worry. Mommy’s here now… and she will be forever.” As Alex looks to the plain white diaper in her hands, she sees something glint in his eyes. Almost like… disappointment? It’s gone almost as quickly as it came, though, and Alex continues to blubber and whimper. “Please, no! Anything but that!” He says, hands over his soaked crotch. “Now now, none of that, silly boy.” She says, looming over him as she strips him of his undies, disposing him in a wastebasket installed under the table (standard issue, in case of any littles who might need to be swaddled~).  “You’ll never need to worry about any of that again. Just lie back for mommy…” She slips the diaper under his butt, and as she wipes his tushie with wet wipes, she smirks as she sees his dick twitching and throbbing. “Awww… someone’s having fun… we’ll need to get you some numbing spray so you aren’t a naughty baby.” Alex whimpers, but can’t hide a big dumb smile on his face, as he is swaddled up promptly. The amazon unhooks an umbrella from over her shoulder, flicking it, and it unfolds and twists until it is a makeshift stroller. “Next stop - the dress store!” She giggles as she straps and locks him into the stroller with ease. “I’m thinking of making you a frilly baby girl, don’t you think?” “NOOO! ANYTHING BUT THAT!” Alex whines, slamming his fists against the stroller as she begins to wheel him towards the exit. “Shhh… it’s okay baby girl~” She giggles, as she pushes the door to the cafe open. “I have the feeling this is going to be a long and fruitful-” “POLICE! GET ON THE GROUND!” “DROP THE LITTLE!” “HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!” The sunhatted amazon freezes stone still. All around her, police cars surround the front of the store, and a helicopter above is shining a light on her. “STEP AWAY FROM THE STROLLER!” Calls an amazonian police officer, aiming a stun rifle over the hood of her car (nonlethal, but quite painful.) “Whahuh.” The would-be mommy says dumbly. Another amazon rushes in, backing the mommy against the wall. “Hands where I can see them. Name?” She states. “What are you-” “Name.” The cop repeats more insistently, rolling the amazon over. She pulls a small, gum-sized metal stick from her pocket. She presses a button, and it almost instantly inflates to a pair of gooey, squishy, stretchy cuffs, that could hold even the strongest Amazon with ease. Nanite Restrainers was their official name, but everyone just called them “Goo-Cuffs”. “B-Belinda-” The amazon says, as her hands are forcibly cuffed. “Belinda, you have the right to remain silent. All things you say can and will-” “Wait! What on earth is happening?!” She squeals. “I was - just adopting a little! His pants are still in the restaurant, you’ll see they’re super messy!” “Awwwww, didn’t you hear?” Belinda’s ears perk as she looks to Alex - who is being extracted from the locking buckles and straps of the stroller by a grumpy-looking middle woman in a suit. “Oh wow, I think she really didn’t hear.” He giggles. “Hear what, baby?” Belinda says, sneering, even as she’s read her rights. Alex smiles, skipping towards her, still in diaper and nothing else. He holds up his palm, giggling… and she sees words tattooed onto his palm, as well as a tattooed circle. He presses the circle twice, and his nanite-enhanced tattoos begin to read off a prerecorded message, vibrating loud enough to be heard even over the police sirens. “The bearer of this tattoo, Alex McCaillin, is the sovereign crown prince of the Littleocracy of Bratopia, as well as their head ambassador. He has full diplomatic immunity while he resides in Amazonia, Libertaria, Yamatoa, and any other Amazonian-led states. Any attempts to capture, adopt, harm or misgender Mr. McCaillin will be met with the full extent of all legal parties, as well as…” The tattoo continues to rattle off stipulations and requirements, as Belinda has an expression like she was about to be hit by a freight train. “Wh- that’s not fair! You were peeing yourself, and you pooped, and you were so cute-” “Awwww, but none of that matters cuz I have immunity~ too bad, so sad~” He giggles. “Don’t worry! Maybe you can capture some other poor brat… that is, if you have any funding left by the time the Bratopian legal teams get done with you~” Belinda HOWLS with anger, thrashing against the amazonian officer holding her. “No! Fuck - why are you HELPING him! Don’t you see?! He’s a brat! He’s a LITTLE STINKER! HE NEEDS TO BE IN DIAPERS!” She wails, thrashing against her bonds hopelessly. “Bye byeeeee~” Alex gives her his cutesiest, most childish wave, as he returns to the middle who’d helped him out of the stroller with a smirk. “Okayyy, I think I’m ready to go~” He giggles. The middle sighs. She’s a bit of a shorter middle, only a foot or two taller than Alex, stocky and thick, with long white hair and a sharp black outfit. “This is the third time this month, Alex.” She says, pushing up her square glasses. “Mmmm hmmmm~” Alex giggles, swaying his butt towards some of the Amazon cops. One of them grits her teeth, and her fists, but the other holds her back. “You do know you can’t keep getting away with this.” “Au contraire, Melissa.” He says with a giggle. “With this little beauty…” he holds up his open palm. “I can get ‘caught’ as many times as I want, and they can’t do a thing about it~” Melissa shakes her head, beginning to escort him back to the car. “And what if…” She speaks a little softer now. “...you can’t touch the circle on your palm three times, and thus can’t call us for help?” Alex just smirks. “You act like i’m a one trick pony.” “Aren’t you?” Alex giggles adorably. “Trust me, Melissa.” He says, as a long, white, little-sized limo pulls up in front of him. “I’m NEVER getting caught~” Melissa rolls her eyes. “That’s what they all say.” She mumbles. “What was that?” “Nothing, sir.” she holds open the rear limo door for him. “Would you like your private time now?” “Yes please~” He says cutely, as he climbs into the back. And, as soon as Melissa closes the door behind him… He begins masturbating furiously. “Ohhhh my goodddd, that was sooo cloooose…” He whimpers, jerking his tiny member frantically. “If I hadn’t touched my circle… god, I would be there forever…” The thought of it makes him shiver in horror and arousal. “God… trapped in diapers forever… humiliated 24/7…” The thought genuinely terrifies him… but the thrill of danger is what pushes him towards climax. “So hot~” He’d never actually WANT to be in diapers forever, of course… really he finds them a bit undignified for one such as himself. But the thrill of danger, the thrill of losing control, and the thrill of tricking amazons, is what pushes him over the edge, throwing his head back as he moans… As the limo drives off, two amazonian police officers, still on the scene, look at each other. “So… what exactly is that guy’s deal?” One of them asks, a younger man. His superior, a tall, blonde officer of motherly age, shakes her head. “Mmm, you’re new right? An intern, or something?” “Yeah, I’m just out of training, but like… why can’t we ignore his silly little tattoo? I know I’d be the first one to shove binder gloves on him. I know my frat back at college would LOVE a cute guy like that.” The blonde cop sighs. “Don’t you watch the news?” “...not really. It’s depressing.” “Bratopia is the main producer of a mineral called Nitanium.  It’s a key component in modern Amazonian Nanotechnology. Without it, we wouldn’t have transformation booths, Latech suits, or even Goo-Cuffs.” She holds up one of the sticks containing the gooey cuffs. “They basically have a monopoly on the stuff - they have a sovereign claim over the whole island chain, and thanks to insider trading, they have the military to back it up.” “So if we adopt Alex…” “They cut us off. Amazonia’s already been taxed to hell on Nitanium imports, and you know we’re in a shortage right now. If they stop sending shipments, half of our nanite reserves will run dry. It would be chaos - hospitals would shut down, nanogene clinics would close… not to mention we’d lose half our fun toys.” “So in other words… he’s untouchable.” The younger cop looks to the retreating limo with disdain. “Pretty much.” “Wow… how lucky can one brat get?” “Oh, don’t worry.” The buxom blonde leans against her squad car, smirking. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned after 30 years on the force… it’s that brats like him ALWAYS get their comeuppance, one way or another.” “You really think so?” “Ohhh yeah. And every Amazon knows…” She can’t help but grin. “The bigger the brat… the harder they’re spanked~” ---- I hope you enjoyed the story! I have a bit of a bad habit of falling off on certain stories after a few weeks or months so I'm sorry if this never gets finished. Rest assured though, there will be more chapters and more updates~ Look forward to it! Remember, comments and likes massively help me gauge interest on a story, so any feedback is very much appreciated! If you can't wait to see more of Alex being humiliated for being a brat, I have a whole, 3.5 chapter story up on Deviantart (unfinished but very kinky~) Check it out here: https://www.deviantart.com/padded-cellar/gallery/99828033/alex's-bad-karma