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By Padded-Cellar · Posted
(Contains diapers, rimjobs, gas, and various demands made to the highest echelons of government. Also there are no potty monsters in this chapter i promise.) (Apologies if this chapter's a little... raunchier, than the last, but that's sort of just how I roll, haha. It's a bit shorter, more of an interlude, but I hope you all enjoy reading. Feel free to support the story on Deviantart, or AO3 if I get around to posting it there.) “Mmmm… that’s it… right there…” The colossal amazon giantess moans as she spreads her cheeks… behind her, a little, a “normal” sized woman in a colossally poofy padded pamper, is in the process of digging in to her latest meal - the giantess’s massive, tire-sized asshole. She gags and retches as the woman’s musky butt slathers her face with sweat, huge donut puckering as it smooches her almost affectionately. “That’s right you little slut… get DEEP in there…” The amazon moans, grinding her tush against the little’s face. **BRAPPPPPTTTTT!!!** Thick, disgusting gas explodes out of her ass, showering the woman behind her in rancid stink… the woman’s face goes green and her cheeks puff up, looking like she’s about to vomit. “Get used to it… I ate some extra nasty things just for you, darling~” She croons, grinding her butt against her little servant’s face. “Ma’am! Miss president, ma’am!” The amazon sighs as her subordinate rushes into her grandiose office. The amazon currently having her ass eaten, miss Alveria Hawthorpe, was the current sitting president of Amazonia (often sitting atop her little subordinates, of course.) She had gotten into office on the campaign of ruling with an iron fist, ensuring that by the end of her term, more littles than ever would be in diapers where they belong. She even suggested disabling the ability to let littles have autonomy whatsoever, rendering them all diapered brats the second they turned 18. The movement was rapidly gaining traction in parliament, and other nations had taken note of the precedent. “We have a… situation, ma’am.” Her subordinate says - Sadie, a brunette middle in office garb, of relatively modest height, 9’1’’. Of course, this was nothing compared to the president’s massive 19’8’’ of pure, gorgeous, curvy muscle. “The situation at little land… you’ve been briefed?” “Oh, I know the basics. Some brats got uppity and tried fighting. Astonishing it even got as big as it did.” Alveria says with a smirk. “I’m assuming they’re all part of the end-of-day parade by now? Blue butts hanging out for anyone to whoop on…” “That’s the thing ma’am… they… successfully took control of the park.” A pause. Alveria looks dead at her subordinate for the first time. “What.” “I… it’s true, ma’am. They used… some kind of experimental chemical to…” She gulps. “Turn the amazons and middles into… littles.” “Impossible. Such a chemical doesn’t exist.” “We were as surprised as you, ma’am, but… evidently it does. Not only that, but… they’ve taken hostages, and they have… demands.” Alveria pinches the bridge of her nose, taking a moment to sigh deeply. “...right. Let me guess. More milkies? Less naptimes?” She says, voice sing-song and mocking. She leans back, and crushes the little under her, pushing her into her massive armchair with her face buried in Alveria’s shitter. “...it’s… more than that, ma’am. You’d best see for yourself.” She hands a tablet to Alveria. “This was broadcast live not an hour ago, over the same cameras that broadcasted the latest Little Land Humiliation Ceremony.” Alveria looks to the tablet, unamused, as the video plays. It depicts Juno, arms crossed, super soaker still in one hand. “This message is addressed to the current residing leaders of Amazonia… as well as to any Amazons and Daddies who may be listening.” He says. “We have taken control of one of your fascist memorials to your dictatorship, known as ‘Little Land’. We have not harmed any Amazons in our takeover. We have merely… leveled the playing field.” He raises the soaker. “In this soaker I have a special compound - I’m not foolish enough to divulge the contents, but let’s just call it ‘shrink serum’ for now. I’ve spent the last decade developing it, and its effects… well, see for yourself.” The camera pans to an amazon, held in place by quite a few littles, who are wearing childish masks to protect their identities - cutesy images of bears, bunnies and tigers. Juno aims the super soaker at at the amazon, and douses her - she howls as she begins to shrink. Alveria skips forwards. The amazon is now a quarter of her size, sobbing… the littles begin to force her into a diaper, yelling rambunctiously, as the camera pans back to center on Juno. “This is no trick or special effect - you can analyze this video as you will. I have more amazon hostages - over two dozen - and I’ve already shrunk even more. I’m keeping everyone hostage, as to not divulge the compound, and I will not be letting them go until my demands are met.” Alveria rolls her eyes. “Oh, here we go…” “First: I wish for no reprisals for the littles associated with this. Should the axe come down, it will be on my neck and no one else’s. This is the least of my demands.” Alvera makes a “pshhh” noise. “Like that’s ever gonna happen. Not one butt’s getting outta there without turning black and blue.” “Second, and more importantly - I wish for the entire big-little dynamic to be dissolved. Altogether.” Alveria pauses. “...he can’t be serious.” “I am VERY serious.” Juno says. “I wish for the amazons and daddies in their high parliament seats to relinquish their power to a fair council, comprised of amazons, middles, and littles, with no bias among any of them. …I understand finding an unbiased amazon is nearly impossible, so I recommend adding an extra helping of littles to counteract their judgements.” Alveria scoffs.. “This has to be some kind of joke. Like a demand this brazen would ever-” “That’s not all.” He says. “I have a list of names of serial little abusers, who I would see be subjected to shrink serum, before being made to pay in kind for their crimes. Among these names are Sandra Waltz, Marianne Celter… and Alveria Hawthorpe.” Alveria’s aide puts a hand over her mouth… Alveria just scowls. “He CAN’T be serious.” “Before I continue, I would like to add…” Juno says. “I have placed… devices in several major amazon cities, that are capable of dispersing the shrink serum in immense aerial quantities. I do not exaggerate when I say, the amount therein contained, once it spreads on the wind currents is capable of shrinking much of the eastern seaboard of Amazonia.” Alveria’s grip tightens on the tablet. “I do not wish to use these devices. This is merely… insurance.” He states. “And, if you think i’m bluffing…” He leans in. “Please. I beg you to try me. See how well it goes.” He straightens once more. “We will give the amazons time to enact these changes. I do not expect this to be done overnight. Just know, any attempts to filibuster or delay, or any military incursions, will be met with severe consequences.” He hums. “Now… you may be wondering why I do not wish to use violence. First of all. If I used violence, I would be no better than the tyrannical dictators of your country, or the terrorist that the amazon-run news outlets will surely claim I am. But, that’s not all.” He says. “To truly get our message across, we will turn the amazon’s own trade tool against them… pure humiliation.” He gestures. “Behold.” *masked littles push a woman in a stroller up to the camera - short and stubby, she is indignantly thrashing, firmly paci-gagged and bound. She looks to the camera and her eyes widen in terror. She shakes her head, but a masked little pulls out her gag and thrusts a card in front of her face. Her eyes widen.* “I - I can’t read this! I won’t! Are you out of your min-” Abruptly, she is pulled out of the stroller, and a little, with barely contained glee, begins to SWAT her butt, making her howl in humiliation! “A-ahhh! That HURTS you little - owieeeee!” She squeals. “Okay, okay! I’ll read!” She looks down, sneering, choking on almost every word. “M-my name is… Sonia Carlson, and… I was once an amazon 13 feet in height. Now my height is…” She chokes on the words. “...four foot eight… and I am weaker than the weakest of littles. I spent my days - OWIE! - tormenting my charges and abusing them - YOWIE! NOT SO HARD! - and I deeply regret every moment of humiliation I placed upon them - OWWWWW - for it shall be repaid… tenfold?! H-hey, you’re joking right? Come on…” Juno smiles. “Go put her in the baby bouncer.” “NOOOO! NOT THE BABY BOUNCER!” The former giantess wails as the littles drag her off, giggling… Juno smiles. “We will not use any violence, apart from the many spankings the amazons have so regularly doled out. We figure that is enough. We use not guns or high explosives, but merely tools of retribution. And any amazon who challenges our claims shall meet the same fate as Sonia… or, little Sona as we’re calling her~” He nods. “As for my final demand… it is that the following message be broadcast to the littles across your fascist nation, and to any other nation where they are similarly oppressed.” He leans in close, face serious. “Don’t give in. Don’t give up hope. Your oppressors are cruel, but they are human too. Rise up. The number of littles in your country outnumbers amazons and daddies by over ten to one, and middles, twenty to one. You are the ants that shall rise up to conquer the wasp’s nest. You may be little… but you are strong. You are resilient. You deserve better. Fight.” He leans back. “That is all. I will expect a response by the end of the week… if not, I may neet to begin having… squirt gun fights.” He smiles. “Goodbye for now.” The camera cuts out, and the video ends. Sadie looks up to Alveria, seeing her face neutral. “Ma’am?” Alveria calmly stands… and extracts the little from between her buttcheeks and thighs. The little gasps for breath, looking up… she knows better than to speak when not spoken to. Alveria slowly puts her over her lap… pulls down her diaper… And begins WHALING on the little’s ass! Immediately, the little starts screaming and crying, kicking her legs and wailing, as the force of a thousand bombs explodes across her ass over and over again! Already it’s darkening, turning shades of red, then blue, as she cries and whimpers and wails… “That COCKY! LITTLE! SHIT!” Alveria growls, spanking harder and harder, treating the poor little’s butt like a stress toy. “God, I would give ANYTHING to have that little turd over my lap right now… I wouldn’t stop at a spanking. I’d stuff his butt so full of plugs and toys and god knows what, he’d be unable to feel his rectum!” Sadie can’t help but wince a little bit as she sees the poor little… it would be a lie to say she hadn’t wound up over Alveria’s lap a few times following some poor reports, but her spankings were nowhere near as bad as what the average amazon doled out to their brats. “I… we’ve already surrounded the place with military, ma’am… say the word and-” “Military?! Are you out of your MIND?!” Alveria glares at Sadie. “Tell them to stand down, NOW! That’s an ORDER!” “But, ma’am!” “Or do you want to end up over my lap too?” Sadie’s fingers whip out her phone and her fingers begin flying across the keyboard, as Alveria continues to relieve her stress on her little’s black and blue bum. “I swear, those pesky little brats… if I ever get my hands on all of them, they’re all getting brainwiped and sent to auto-nurseries for the rest of their miserable lives…” Alveria continues to relieve her stress on the little for a few minutes… before slowing down. She takes some deep breaths, relieves her stress. “No… we can’t use the military for this. It would be like using a sledgehammer on a fly’s nest. Overkill… and even worse if we were to end up making martyrs of them. Little brattiness is already up 8% from last quarter. If it continues to rise… and now this, a little firebrand right in the heart of humiliation.” Alveria leans over her desk, patting the little’s bruised bottom like a villain petting their cat, as the poor little sobs and whimpers. “One thing’s for sure… whoever this Juno is…” “He must be some kind of tactical mastermind.” — “I keep telling you, there’s no such thing as the potty monster! That’s just… amazon propaganda!” The littles whimper, looking past Juno at the large, amazon-sized toilet behind him. Juno sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look. All you gotta do is take off your diaper, sit on it, and… do what you’ve always done.” “But what if we fall in and we get sent swirling into the sewers?” one little whimpers. Juno rolls his eyes. “First off, the pipes aren’t big enough for you to fit in them. Second of all… you’re not gonna fall in. you’re what, twenty-five? You can use a toilet.” “I dunno… I always used little sized potties…” “I don’t think I’m ready for it…” “The noise it makes is scary…” Juno covers his face with his hands, as the littles quiver and whimper. “Ughhh… look. I’ll do it. Just to show you cowards how it’s done.” He begins to climb up the side of the toilet. “No!” “Be careful!” “It’s gonna eat you!” “It’s not gonna eat me.” Juno says, incredulous. “It’s not even alive.” He casually strips his diaper off, tossing it to the floor - some of the littles squeak, others blush, covering their faces. “Oh come on, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” He says as he sits on the edge of the toilet… he’s so small his legs dangle off the edge, and his butt doesn’t even go halfway to the other side of the colossal can. “Wow it… is rather large, admittedly. But, it is sized for amazons, after all… hmph.” Juno begins to grunt. “Well… this is what I think of… hrrrmph…” He grunts, pushing and straining. “The amazons’... rule… hnnngh…” PLOORRRPPTTT! FLLRRRRTTCHHH SPLRRRRSHHH…. Juno begins to poop, right in front of the other littles. Some of them actually cheer a bit, getting into the spirit… others gag. “Ewwww…” “...stinky….” Juno blushes. “...ok, ok, you don’t need to make a big deal out of it.” He sighs, as he finishes his ‘business.’ “But, you see? I let out a whole load, and nothing. No potty monster, no big scares.” The littles look to each other. “Yeah… yeah!” “He didn’t get eaten!” they cheer and clap. Juno smiles, raising his fists. “And from here on out, we’ll never have to use diapers again! Who’s with - whoooaaAAAA-” He loses his balance… and falls backwards into the unflushed toilet. The littles all scream. “THE POTTY MONSTER ATE HIM!” One squeals, pointing… they all begin to cry, peeing out of fear, as they stampede out of the bathroom. “No! Wait!” Juno says, managing to climb up to the rim, looking just in time to see the last little waddling out of the room - clearly having pooped herself out of fear. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This… is gonna take a LOT of work…” -
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By DiaperboyEddie12 · Posted
oh 3 day weekend for you? I got 2 days off tomorrow and Sunday. For the win! -
I'd like to meet with someone else in wearing adult nappies or pull-ups, I'm in the outer East. -
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