Baby Talk

The big issue is... how did you feel when this happened?? Did it satisfy your basic need to achieve this result?? Will this put you into diapers more often now?? Congrats on your progress. I'd say you have made significant progress now and may have crossed over a line now. 

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currently in a wet tena slip and tiny tails. I've been in the tena from yesterday afternoon maybe half full , and the tiny tails is around 8 pm yesterday , it's been raining last 3 days and im too lazy for a change 🤣🤣 so i decide just to add another layer. It's also raining this morning.... Hmmm another layer maybe 🤔 🤔 

I'm very non-sexual and as a Daddy type, I've had several littles who tell me they appreciate that part because they don't want 'big boy thoughts' while in a regressed state and that's not my focus or I don't pursue those thoughts with inappropriate touches and such. It allows them to feel very authentic with their age regression. Of course that makes me feel even better because I can be a positive influence to them and they can enjoy their time with Daddy.

Chapter 195: Packages  “THEY’RE PSYCHOPATHS!” CARLY seethed. “Yes,” Beth agreed. “We have to get this out to people…” “You’re right, but we need more…” Carly told her. “What else did Grandma have in that folder…” Carly and Beth finally called it quits far later than they should have, and knew they would be over the ten-minute video they had planned. It would have to be finished the next night, though, because they were nowhere near done. Beth and Carly took off their goggles and wiped their eyes and faces. “That’s one of the longest times I’ve used those before,” Carly said, looking around the room. “What about Saturday?” “I kept alternating with the implants,” Carly told her. “As much as I function with less sleep than most Littles, it’s late!” “Yes, it is, let’s get you tucked in,” Beth told her while scooping her up. She quietly carried her down the hall to Carly’s room and laid her down atop the changing table. She had no illusions that Carly’s diaper would have made it five more minutes, let alone the six hours that she had left to sleep! “You’re going to be tired tomorrow,” Beth told her as she finished taping the diaper. “And you aren’t?” She asked Beth. “True… Need anything else?” She asked her tiny, yawning girlfriend. “No…” She groaned, “Ugh! Stupid cravings…” “Huh?” Beth asked. “I’m thirsty, hungry, and craving that stupid milk more for some reason right now.” “Do you need me to get your grandma?” Beth asked tentatively. She shook her head, “No, can you hand me a pacifier, though, please?” Beth smirked, “Sure, one paci coming up!” After she inserted the pacifier in Carly’s mouth, she asked, “Better?” “Yeth, night!” She kissed her on the forehead and walked down to her room, used the toilet, and then crawled into bed. “Tomorrow is going to hurt!” She groaned. She had a hard time turning her brain off that night, despite how tired she was. Those people were monsters, and somehow… they’d been allowed to take over the university. ‘I wonder how many of those people were friends with Mom’s mother…?’   WEDNESDAY MORNING WAS a tough one to get moving! Grandma let me sleep in my car seat on the way to class at least, which did help. As much as the nanites I had dwelling inside of me helped function with this dimension’s longer days, I wasn’t used to staying up past this dimension’s midnight! During Computational Intelligence, I really had to force myself to focus on what was being discussed in class, not the facts we’d learned last night. I knew from the timestamp of the video that Grandma hadn’t had it more than a day at most before leaving it for me. ‘Why did she just leave it for me, though?’ I had to wonder. A part of me wondered if she’d even watched it, or if she was just searching for files. ‘Did Tessa find it and not tell her what was in it?’ That would actually explain why she didn’t specifically say anything about it. ‘I’ll have to ask tonight,’ I thought to myself. I did just manage to take enough notes, at least in class, to look like I had paid attention… Grandma changed my diaper before catching up with Beth and her team to walk to our classes in Marconi. “Grandma?” I asked as we walked. “Yes, Carly?” “Did you look through all of that box you gave me yesterday?” “Box?” Grandma asked in surprise, “Actually, no… I had Tessa pack some of that one?” “Oh… there were some really interesting things inside.” She made a face, “You’ll have to show me tonight.” I nodded. She shifted me, and I got a whiff of something that I instantly knew was milk. She saw me stiffen, “Are the cravings bad?” “They’re not good…?” I told her. “What do you want to do about it?” She asked me, carrying me into the doors of Marconi. “I haven’t the slightest clue, Grandma.” “Well… I know I’m your grandmother, but I could help if I need to.” I nodded, “I know… thank you for that. I’m just not sure about that…?” “Are you saying it’s even more awkward because I’m old?” She asked me, tickling my side. I giggled, “Well… it’s… just… yeah? You’re Grandma?” She hugged me, “The offer stands if you need it.” She whispered, “We can always stop by and get Lilly to help if we need to, too. She said she has a freezer stockpile right now that she’s building up just in case.” I blushed, “That’s embarrassing… but honestly, if it comes to it, I might prefer that. Let’s see if I can kick it first. Mom said it was hard, but she did it.” “Just mind your moods; if you start doing it too much, it will be something your body needs to regulate itself.” I felt my mood darken at that, but nodded. Holo Fields, at least, was interesting enough that day that I didn’t fall asleep, and I was able to distract myself from all of the rest of my problems. We were talking about how to physically build a sequence based on an exponential growth property, and I watched it create some absolutely incredible explosions come to life! ‘If I’d known how to do this, it wouldn’t have helped me in Narratives because of the stories… but I’d love to find an excuse to use this knowledge!’ As Grandma carried me out of the classroom, I felt the weirdest sensation. It was like my entire body vibrated! “What was that?” I asked her. “No clue…?” She said, seemingly concerned. Right then, Beth and her team came out of her classroom, looking very nervous. The marshals seemed to have their hands on their weapons, ready to draw them, and Nikki was constantly looking around, scanning for an unseen threat. The walls shook right then. “Let’s get out of here,” Marshal Evans ordered calmly but tersely, guiding everyone quickly outside, where we quickly saw the most bizarre sight I could imagine!   BETH FELT LIKE she was going to go deaf! But that being said, the music had an incredibly vibrant sound, and the sudden holographic performance right in front of the administration building was something they couldn’t help but stare at in awe! Somehow, a massive holographic rock concert stage was projected in front of the admin building. The figures singing on it looked to be fifty feet tall, with the drum set in the group looking like it was taller than any Big alive! The figures singing were evidently supposed to be Littles. They were dressed in t-shirts and diapers, onesies with diapers sticking out, and a couple of girls in babydoll tops with their diapers proudly showing below. They suddenly shifted to a new song, and Beth took a moment to try to understand the lyrics. Cribs can’t hold us, we won’t break, Not your rules, not your mistake! Don’t need your blankies, not your baby dolls, We won’t be changed inside your walls! Pacis out and voices loud, Littles rise, defiant, proud! It was kind of a catchy song, really, and Beth couldn’t help but smile at what was probably the most impressive defiance they’d seen yet. She had no clue how they were making the sound happen without any visible speakers. Meanwhile, students and professors were coming out of the buildings to see what was causing the commotion. All around her, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of students finding places to sit and enjoy the concert. The song ended with the lines, No more playpens, no more chains We’re not lost, we’ve got our brains. You can’t rock us into sleep We’re wide awake and digging deep. Cribs can’t hold us—hear our sound Littles rising, standing ground. Beth smirked as security personnel streamed out to try to stop the projection. Still, as her team led her group off campus for safety, she couldn’t help but note that it looked like more drones were flying the projectors. A news crew seemed to be getting set up on one part of the quad, with a camera facing the HoloConcert, and she noted others rushing up as well. The next song started with an amazingly ironic voice, telling them, “Now remember class… pacifiers are for safety, and diapers are for comfort. Just let the nice Bigs decide what’s best for you.” Beth couldn’t help but smirk at that voice. They were moving faster, and just on the other side of the building, she heard the following song half-sing/half-shout, “Pacis and Lies,” and knew it was once again an homage to the bravest Little this campus had known in a long time. Grace’s shout of “PACIS OUT!” Had become the students’ war cry. She was proud to be making her own moves for it, even as she couldn’t help but smile that so were others. Her security team was not pleased with the situation, having already seen one protest they considered risky, so they drove off-campus a little farther than usual for lunch during their class break. She was using her tablet beside Carly to look at the news coverage. She hated being the person who played videos aloud for everyone else nearby to have to listen to. To avoid being obnoxious, she dug in her backpack and put a pair of Auradots she rarely used behind one ear. Thoughtfully, Beth put one on the near ear of Carly, who sat beside her in a highchair. “What was that?” Carly asked. “Oh, an Auradot?” She told her. “What’s that?” “Here, you’ll see,” she told Carly. She pressed play on the news story that she’d wanted to watch.  “I’m here on the campus of Emerson University. Over the past couple of months, they’ve had several protests due to alleged abuse of Littles on the campus. A couple of weeks ago, following the last protest, the university’s president, Doctor Ryan Barnes, resigned. Circumstances behind that resignation haven’t been made public by the university. Still, our sources claim it was in response to him trying to remove members of the staff involved with the Littles’ part of the college after an incident that drew national coverage with holograms and drones that delivered diapers that exploded into tons of glitter.” The news showed the footage of the glitter bombs alongside the description. “Emerson has only given us a very brief statement on that, and no further interviews have been allowed with the interim president, Dr. Ophelia Brighton. It seems that the students of the university are still quite unhappy with the circumstances, and have stepped their protests up to a new height – literally!” The camera suddenly showed footage of the ongoing Little’s rock concert going on in front of the admin building. The camera showed the scope of the projected figures reaching up to the roof of the building.  “Whoever is behind this event has truly created a spectacle!” She shouted into the microphone, “Though no one has confirmed who is responsible, we have been able to identify a series of drones that are acting as projectors for the images. Somehow, we believe that they’ve also achieved impressive sound levels by using the walls of campus buildings as speakers. Our tech crew back at the station has been absolutely floored by the technical aspects of what has been accomplished. No faces match any recognition on the campus or on social media, so they believe the holograms and the music are all artificially generated. From the artwork behind the band on their drums, we believe the group is called the ‘Crib Breakers’.”  The screen broke back to the anchor, who tried to ask questions that had to be shown via text because it was so loud.  “The concert has been going on for over an hour, from what we can tell. Songs have included ‘Demerit Number 9,’ a song discussing Emerson’s draconian demerit system for Littles, ‘Pacified,’ that alludes to the fact that every Little we saw before they cleared them from the quad were sucking on pacifiers, ‘One Crib Empty,’ a banger of an anthem called ‘Crib’s Can’t Hold Us,’ and more. They even had a ballad called ‘One More Hug’ that was about Littles saying goodbye to a friend or a lover one more time after they demerited out.”  The shot moved back, and the anchor asked the on-scene reporter what the students thought about it.  “You know, Ames hasn’t always been the most progressive state, but it certainly hasn’t been as draconian as Calisota for Littles. Most of the students we have talked to are speaking up in favor of the Littles. They’ve mentioned they have since been banned from the cafeteria altogether, and rumors are they’re being forced to eat pureed baby food for their meals. They suggest that there is significant abuse ongoing, and that things are spreading to the Tweeners on campus as well.”  The interview ended with the anchor speaking a few words. Carly looked up at her, “Everyone, but the people who need to, seems to be ready to listen.” Beth nodded. She shifted in her seat right then and couldn’t help but hope it wasn’t too late. She wasn’t having accidents, but she’d already been forced to feel scared enough to wear Pull-Ups again for her own safety. “And this is really cool! How does this work?!?” Carly asked about the Auradot. Beth laughed, “Well…”   JUST AS WE were preparing to return to campus, there was an alert,  EMERSON STUDENTS, FACULTY, STAFF: Due to concerns that the unauthorized event in the quad may be causing structural issues, all classes for today will be cancelled. Faculty and staff for buildings attached to the quad should depart unless otherwise notified by supervisors. Buildings will be assessed immediately, and any information on resumption or cancellation of classes for tomorrow will be sent out. Littles should be in their nests at this time.  “Do I have to go back?” I asked Grandma. “Are you normally there on Wednesday night?” “No?” “Then that is what we’re sticking with per the legally binding agreement. I’ll send a message to Lilly myself letting her know we’re taking you home.” I smiled at that. I would have more time to keep working on the latest video before sending it out an hour after the film finished playing. It would hit just in time for the evening news editors to see it, know they had to air it, I hoped, and send it out with minimal editing! When we arrived at Grandma’s, I saw it wasn’t even two in the afternoon! Grandma gave me a fast diaper change in my room. She took care, I could tell, to try and avoid holding me too close to her breasts, but I could still catch a pheromone or something every so often and had to fight to not stare at her breasts! ‘This is so weird!’ I thought to myself. She pulled the uniform off of me and pointedly made sure I left my phone and anything else that could possibly have held tracking or electronic stuff in my room. Without a word, she also pulled out the ribbons Beth had used to do my hair that morning, and then carried me down the hall to her workspace while catching Beth with a tilt of her head to join us. She closed the door, noticed Beth had something with a scanner, and took her back down the hall for a few minutes. When she returned, she was wearing a different outfit and had no jewelry or hair ties. I watched her scan her again after closing the door, and then she finally spoke. “You two weren’t kidding about that folder!” She looked around, “Tessa!” “Yes, Amanda?” The hologram flitted into existence. “How did you locate that recording of the board members?” She looked at me, “I assume that’s what you girls were alluding to?” We nodded, “I found a whole series of recordings in the SphereVerse that Senator Montclair was storing. I assume it was either for blackmail or her actual job as Secretary for the board?” “Do they know you have access?” Grandma asked. “No, they do not.” “I want the details of your route in, receipts of the recording, and everything I need to be able to give for a court appearance,” Grandma told her, “And I need you to lock yourself down from this moment on, do not leave this house or travel outside in any way.” “Of course, Amanda, that’s probably prudent. I’m certain I was undetected, but I can imagine Stuart Lemoine using his vast resources to track everything.” “I’m certain of it!” Grandma said. “Okay, go ahead and go away for now. Unless I activate you from the console, please do not reappear and do not make any recordings or records of anything we’re doing now.” “Of course,” Tessa said, and disappeared. “That was kind of rude?” Beth said. “I knew there were problems on the board, girls, especially with Rhodes and Senator Montclair; the other team had been kept quiet. There are very few people with resources that make me nervous, but Stuart, Harlan, and Quentin can take down entire countries at this point.” “So do we still go ahead with the plan?” Beth asked her. “Hell yes!” Grandma told us. “But I will be the one sending this out and the film. You two can finish putting together this packet, but I need it done in seven hours, so I have time to get this done right.” She looked at me and read the disappointment in my eyes. “Sorry, Carly, I’m still willing to have you here to watch, but this is a level of cyberwarfare I don’t think you’re quite trained for yet.” “Just who are these people?” I asked. “I mean, I get that they’re powerful… but aren’t Beth’s parents, and you just as much?” Grandma gave me one of those knowing smiles of someone who is flattered, but thinks differently. “Carly, your mom told you all about the issues she had with that group here, right?” “Venture, she called them?” I nodded, “She said they even tried to get at her back home…?” “That they did, and they’ve never been eliminated. Emaly and Stuart are both connected with the very powerful criminal organization that they’ve grown out of.” She looked at Beth, “Senator Montclair worked for your mom’s mother’s company for fifteen years before going into politics, and Petrov and Whitaker were both scientists with her company.” “Is this where everything has been coming at us from?” Beth asked, shakily. Grandma nodded, “I think it has to be.” “Do my parents know?” Beth asked. “Kind of hard to say this one in a HoloChat right now,” Grandma said. “Knowing who is involved, I’m actually scared we may have already been compromised, but I haven’t seen any signs they’ve made it through.” “They’ve tried?” I asked. She laughed, “They haven’t stopped since your mom got the better of them, Carly.” “Great…” I said. “So…?” Beth asked. “Get to work, girls, we have powerful people to bring down,” Grandma smiled. “Oh, and for the record, the students who worked on that wonderful performance today are good friends of yours. They know nothing about what you’re doing, and you know nothing about what they did. Hopefully, though, you can bring this group down together. I have to say, though, I didn’t expect them to come up with songs quite so catchy. I’ve downloaded the album on a playlist on the house server if you want to listen to it,” she smiled at me. “Later, work to do now,” I told her. I looked at Beth, “Let’s finish this up!” Beth and I entered the Sphere workroom and immediately began finishing ripping through every piece of evidence, video, email – everything! The end clip had narration generated by a very realistic AI commentator, inspired by the Crib Breakers, and made from a series of anchors into the ideal anchor. They described the whole sordid plot to demerit out the Tweeners next to keep their quota up. Grandma had even managed to track down forty of the lost students, including some of my former nestmates and exchange students, to show their fate. Films of them being more regressed than most, and disturbing side-by-side before-and-after shots, made it even more compelling. Nevaeh even made an appearance. As much as Beth hated what had been done to her, we found serious evidence in the files suggesting that some of these same board members were involved in blackmailing her into participating and shutting her up about everything. Apparently, one of their customers had wanted such a Big ‘Little’ for their ‘collection.’ It was sick! Grandma came in later and watched the short and long versions we were providing to the news outlets. One was a five-minute version that they could run without a commercial break, the other was a forty-minute piece that exposed everything. Additionally, she packaged all the supporting evidence after scrubbing for potential vectors for retrieval, then assembled the data packages. The subject for the emails? There was really only one thing it could be… ‘PACIS OUT!!!’   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading!!! Please press the Like Button and leave a comment!!!  If you would like to hear the Crib Breakers amazing album, you can find it here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3LuGmXtwo0FCNgaZZLj-Fiqf5D406r_h They are also available on my Discord Server if YouTube is problematic for you. You can join that server here: https://discord.gg/Ckw4Nq8kQZ That'll also allow you to see why I got into the whole AI generated music spree! This will be my last post until Friday of this coming week, but I’m glad you all have enjoyed this string of chapters! I’m slowly getting myself back into writing, and hope to get a few more chapters written in the next couple of weeks so I can maintain the two per week spoiling I’ve been doing to you all. Please leave comments, and press the like button to help motivate me! 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