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

Heya I just noticed that there's an A.I. stories sub-forum where this probably belongs. Is there a way to move it there?

This is a very experimental type of story, and may be hard to read. See the explanation at the end. It was inspired by the works of McShrinker on DeviantArt, though mostly by things posted on their old account under Pete0101 (which you can find a back up of in my Discord by searching for Pete0101). Long story short, the world has recently, within a few months most likely, experienced a shrinking virus which affected a portion of the population. --- Welcome to the Shrinkee Hub! Latest News: As many readers know, our site has been the central hub for information and news since the outbreak of the Shrinking Virus, with mixed size staff who cover all perspectives. This week we finally introduce some of our new staff writers who we've been teasing lately, to really get the news feed moving again. We will be publishing a series of articles over the next few weeks, which we're sure our readers will find interesting! Thanks to the "Shrinkee Safety" Corporate Alliance for sponsoring these articles, and keeping the lights on for all of us! Admin Notice: We previously had bans on our forums regarding certain topics, implemented by our former Shrinkee staff. However with the new safety laws requiring carseats for all passengers under a certain height, and how that impacts the Shrinkee community, we have decided to relax these rules and will reevaluate in time. This is still the central site for Shrinkees and Guardians that you know and love! And that means that our visitors do need to be able to discuss which carseats are the best. ~~~ Navigating the New Normal: Creating a Safe and Happy Home for Your Shrinkee Since the global phenomenon of the “shrinking virus” first emerged, our lives have fundamentally changed. We have moved past the initial period of shock and are now entering a phase of adaptation—learning how to live, work, and thrive in this new landscape! For many households, this means transitioning from mere survival to creating environments that truly support the unique characteristics and needs of Shrinkees. As we settle into these new roles, one of the most important topics for any Guardian to consider is home safety. It is a challenge that requires a shift in how we view our living spaces, moving away from the layouts designed for full-sized adults and toward a more specialized approach to household management. The Physical Reality of a Changed World While many Shrinkees try to maintain their old habits, the physical reality of being 2 to 3 feet tall introduces unexpected risks that even the most careful Guardian might overlook. A simple task—reaching for a snack on a kitchen stool, attempting to navigate a flight of stairs, or trying to open a heavy pantry door—carries a much higher level of risk than it once did. We have seen through various community reports that "accidental exploration" can lead to minor injuries quite quickly. A Shrinkee’s natural desire to remain active and independent is wonderful, but without the proper environmental safeguards, that independence can inadvertently lead to falls or getting stuck in areas not designed for their new stature. Establishing "Safe Zones" through Environmental Control The key to managing these risks isn't about constant, hovering supervision—which can be exhausting for both parties—but rather about implementing smart, proactive safety measures. Many successful Guardians are finding that the most effective way to maintain peace of mind is by creating designated "Safe Zones." The installation of sturdy gates at the top and bottom of stairs, as well as locks on low-level cupboards and drawers, has become a standard part of modern Shrinkee household management. These aren't just tools for restriction; they are tools for freedom. By securing high-risk areas, you allow your Shrinkee to move through safe parts of the house with much more confidence. Furthermore, the use of specialized activity areas has proven to be a game-changer. Rather than having to monitor every single movement in the house, many find that providing a secure, enclosed space filled with activities allows the Shrinkee to engage in "active play" safely. This structure not only prevents accidents but has also been noted by many caregivers to significantly reduce the frequency of meltdowns, as it provides a clear, predictable boundary for their activities. The Joy of a Secure Home Ultimately, creating a safer home isn't just about preventing falls; it’s about fostering an environment where everyone can relax. When the "danger zones" are managed, the stress levels in the house drop significantly. There is a unique sense of satisfaction in seeing your charge thrive within their safe space. There is something truly heartwarming—and, let's be honest, incredibly cute—about watching them happily focused on their distractions within their own little "nook," knowing they are perfectly secure. When the home is optimized for their size, it doesn't just feel safer; it feels more like a place where they can truly belong. ~~~ Small Scale, Big Style: Navigating Fashion and Comfort in the New Era As we have explored in our recent series, adapting Shrinkees to a world built for much larger people is as much about mindset as it is about physical tools. We’ve talked about securing our homes, managing our travel, and optimizing our nutritional needs. But there is one aspect of daily life that touches almost every moment of a Shrinkee's day—and is often the most visible part of their new reality: what they wear. In the early days of the transition, many Shrinkees attempted to cling to big outfits. However, as we settle into this "new normal," it has become increasingly clear that fashion isn’t just about aesthetics; it is a vital component of physical comfort, hygiene management, and emotional well-being. The Practicality of Fit: Why Material Matters For many, the first realization when moving away from "adult" clothing comes through sheer physical discomfort. Most standard fabrics—stiff denims, heavy wools, or complex button-down shirts—were never designed for a body that is two or three feet tall. When these larger garments are scaled down incorrectly, they tend to bunch up, restrict movement, and can even cause skin irritation due to the weight and texture of the material. We have seen through community feedback that "clothing fatigue" is a real phenomenon. A Shrinkee attempting to navigate a busy day in heavy, ill-fitting clothes often finds themselves more easily exhausted or prone to the "energy crashes" we discussed previously. For a smaller person, every extra ounce of heavy fabric is a physical tax on their daily energy reserves. Designing for Ease: The Rise of Specialized Playwear The most successful Guardians have moved away from the struggle of "making it work" and toward a more streamlined approach using clothing specifically designed for their new stature. This is where the concept of "optimized dressing" truly shines. Modern, scale-appropriate clothing—such as soft cotton onesies, flexible rompers, and lightweight dresses—offers much more than just a better fit. These garments are engineered for ease of movement, allowing Shrinkees to engage in active play without feeling restricted. More importantly, from a management perspective, these specialized items are a total game-changer for hygiene routines. Whether it is a quick change after an outdoor adventure or managing the daily needs of a Shrinkee at home, clothing designed with easy access (like snap-bottom rompers or simple onesies) makes transitions seamless and stress-free. It turns what could be a chore into a quick, efficient part of the routine, allowing both Guardian and Shrinkee to get back to their day without missing a beat. The Joy of Expression: Small Outfits, Big Personalities Beyond the practicalities of comfort and ease, there is an undeniable emotional element to dressing for this new life stage. Clothing is one of the primary ways we express personality and find joy in our environments. There is something truly wonderful about seeing a Shrinkee express themselves through themed playwear. Whether it’s a cozy Disney-themed romper for a movie afternoon, a bright Bluey shirt for a sleepover, or even a cute little hairbow to complete a look for a trip into town, these items bring a sense of fun and familiarity to the day. Let's be honest: there is an incredible amount of "cuteness factor" here that shouldn't be overlooked! There is a special kind of magic in seeing your charge looking absolutely adorable in a fresh, colorful outfit—perhaps even waddling happily toward their favorite show while wearing their favorite character-themed clothes. When they feel comfortable and look their best, it doesn't just boost their mood; it makes the entire experience of caretaking feel more like a joyful, shared adventure. *** Looking to refresh your wardrobe? Check out our upcoming guide on "The Best Themed Outfits for Active Play," where we showcase the most comfortable and adorable gear for your next outing! ~~~ Navigating a Large World: Tips for Stress-Free Travel and Errands Life in the post-shrinking era has certainly changed how we all get from point A to point B. Whether you are a Guardian navigating a busy shopping center or a Shrinkee trying to enjoy a weekend outing, the physical reality of moving through a world designed for much larger people can be—to put it mildly—a bit overwhelming. Between new transit regulations and the sheer scale of public spaces, staying safe and comfortable requires a new kind of preparation. Here is our guide to making sure your trips out and about are as smooth and secure as possible. Safety First: The New Rules of the Road As many of you are now aware, recent legal updates have made specialized transit a requirement for all Shrinkees. While it might feel different than the old ways of traveling, the implementation of five-point harness carseats is perhaps one of the most significant safety wins we’ve seen. These seats provide much-needed stability, ensuring that even on bumpy roads or sudden stops, your charge remains secure and protected. However, safety isn't just about being in the car; it's about how we move once we arrive. Navigating crowded sidewalks or large grocery stores can be physically taxing for a Shrinkee, requiring them to constantly watch for heavy foot traffic and large obstacles. Many Guardians are finding that utilizing traditional strollers or prams is the best way to manage this. Not only does it provide a "safe zone" away from the chaos of the crowd, but it also gives you an easy shelf beneath to transport essentials like extra clothes or snacks right at your fingertips. Managing the Journey: Preparedness is Key One of the biggest hurdles for both Guardians and Shrinkees during long trips is the unpredictability of "the bathroom situation." We’ve all been there—stuck in traffic or in a massive shopping complex, realizing that finding a suitable, safe, and accessible restroom can be a major challenge. For a Shrinkee, navigating a standard-sized bathroom can feel like an ordeal in itself, often leading to unnecessary stress or even "tantrums" caused by the sheer frustration of the situation. But fear not, our experienced guardians have good news! To take the stress out of travel, we highly recommend the "Preparedness Approach." Just as you wouldn't leave for a hike without water, don't leave for a trip without the right protection. Many experienced Guardians have found that using Huggies Pull-ups or even full diapers during long drives is a total game-changer. It eliminates the fear of "scary" public bathroom breaks and ensures that even if an accident happens due to the distractions of travel, it’s managed instantly and discreetly. Having a well-stocked diaper bag—complete with wet wipes, creams, and fresh changes—means you can handle any "mishap" quickly and get back to enjoying your day without missing a beat. The Joy of the Outing At the end of the day, the goal of any trip is to spend quality time together. When you have your safety gear sorted and your hygiene kit ready, the "work" of caretaking fades into the background, leaving more room for actual fun! There is something truly wonderful about a successful outing—watching your little one nap peacefully in their carseat after a big day out of exploring, or letting them help you with the shopping while they sit in the shopping cart. When you’re prepared, errands don't have to be chores; they can be little adventures! *** Enjoyed these tips? Check out our upcoming article on "The Science of the Crash," where we discuss how to manage energy levels and ensure a restful night for everyone in your household! ~~~ Rest & Recharge: Understanding the New Sleep Needs of Shrinkees As our world continues to adapt to the unique biological realities brought about by the shrinking phenomenon, we are learning more every day about how much life actually changes at two or three feet tall. While most of us have focused on the physical safety aspects—like carseats, baby gates, and even playpens—recent scientific discussions have turned toward a more subtle, yet equally important, factor: energy expenditure. A recent joint paper published by researchers around the world has shed light on a phenomenon many Guardians have already noticed in their own homes. Because Shrinkees must move much more frequently to cover the same relative distances, and because their metabolic needs are shifting, they simply burn through their energy reserves at an incredible rate compared to adults! The "Energy Crash" and Mood Management What often looks like a sudden, inexplicable tantrum or a bout of "grumpiness" is frequently something much more physiological: a total energy crash. When a Shrinkee has been active all day—whether they were playing at the park, running errands with you in a carseat, or just navigating a large house—their bodies hit a wall. Without a structured way to recharge, these moments can lead to significant behavioral challenges. We know that many of our readers have felt the frustration of an overtired Shrinkee who seems to "lose it" right when you need them to be at their best. However, understanding that this is often a biological necessity rather than just "being difficult" can change your entire approach to caretaking. "I realized quite early on that trying to maintain a standard adult schedule was actually making things harder for both of us," says local Guardian and community member Veronica. "Once we established a predictable routine with dedicated quiet times, those sudden outbursts became much more manageable. It’s really about working with their new size rather than against it." Creating a Sanctuary for Rest The key to managing these energy dips is the implementation of "recharge zones." Just as we wouldn't expect an athlete to perform without recovery time, Shrinkees require structured periods of rest to remain healthy and happy. Establishing a dedicated, secure sleeping area—such as a cozy crib where you know they'll be completely safe—is one of the most effective ways to signal to a Shrinkee that it is time to wind down. These spaces provide a sense of containment and safety, helping them transition from the high-energy "active" phase of their day into a restful state. Of course, a successful sleep routine also relies on minimizing disruptions. For Guardians, one of the biggest stressors is the fear of a messy bed or an interrupted night. This is where high-quality overnight protection becomes essential. Using heavy-duty, absorbent diapers designed specifically for longer wear allows both the Shrinkee and the Guardian to sleep through the night with peace of mind. Not having to worry about frequent middle-of-the-night changes means that when they do wake up in the morning, they are refreshed, dry, and ready to start their day again. The Reward of a Peaceful Home While setting bedtimes and managing hygiene might feel like "extra work" at first, the payoff is immense. There is an incredible sense of calm that settles over a household when everyone is getting the rest they need. There is also a profound emotional reward in these quiet moments. There is something truly magical about seeing your little one—tucked into their soft pajamas, safe in their crib—finally drifting off into a peaceful sleep after a big day of play. Seeing them looking so small and serene, completely recharged for tomorrow, makes all the effort of providing that structure feel entirely worth it! And at their size, there are so many cute pajamas to choose from, and many are already designed to be worn with diapers underneath for quick and easy checks in the night or the morning! Speak to the kids section staff in your local store next time you swing by, and you can surely find some fun options. ~~~ The Modern Routine: Finding Your Rhythm in a Changing World Life has changed more in the last six months than it has in the previous sixty years. For those navigating the complexities of being a Guardian, and for the Shrinkees adjusting to a much smaller physical reality, the "new normal" can often feel overwhelming. We see it in the headlines, we hear it in the debates, and most importantly, we see it in our community: the struggle to balance the desire for independence with the practical realities of a world that is suddenly much too big. It is completely natural to feel some resistance during this transition. Many Shrinkees—and even many Guardians—initially attempt to maintain their previous adult lifestyles. However, as we have observed through recent physiological studies and community feedback, trying to "act big" in a body that is now two or three feet tall is incredibly taxing. The energy expenditure required to navigate stairs, manage heavy doors, or even prepare simple meals can lead to rapid exhaustion, which often results in increased stress and much more frequent, unpredictable tantrums. The key to moving past this period of friction isn't about "giving up"; it’s about optimizing your new size through a structured, manageable routine. Mastering the Practicalities The most successful households we talk to are those that have embraced a "Safety and Ease" mindset. When we stop fighting against their size and start working *with* it, the entire atmosphere of the home shifts from one of constant negotiation to one of calm, predictable care. For example, mealtime can often be a point of contention or even a safety hazard if Shrinkees attempt to use heavy, adult-sized utensils or stand on stools. We have found that incorporating specialized items like highchairs and soft, nutrient-dense foods—specifically designed for smaller dental structures—not only prevents spills and falls but also makes feeding a much more relaxed experience for everyone involved. There is something wonderful about the simplicity of a well-timed meal when you aren't constantly worrying about a mess or a mishap! Seamless Hygiene and Management One of the most significant shifts in modern guardianship has been the move toward more reliable hygiene solutions. As many Guardians have discovered, trying to supervise every single bathroom trip in a large house can be an exhausting, full-time job that leaves very little room for actual bonding. Transitioning to high-quality, reliable protection allows the household to run like clockwork. It removes the "scary" uncertainty of accidents during travel or long periods of play. We’ve even noted that the latest innovations in hygiene products, such as Huggies' new child-proof tapes, have been a game-changer for those with particularly wiggly or active little ones. These small technical improvements mean you aren't constantly fighting against a loose fit, allowing you to focus on what actually matters. And let’s be honest: there is an undeniable "cuteness factor" here! There is something incredibly heartwarming about seeing a Shrinkee settled into their routine, perhaps in a fresh set of themed rompers or a cozy onesie, looking completely at peace in their new size. The Reward of the Routine Ultimately, the goal of establishing these new routines—the scheduled naps in secure cribs, the organized play sessions, and the reliable hygiene management—is to reduce the "noise" of daily life. When the physical needs of a Shrinkee are met efficiently, their energy is preserved, their mood often stabilizes, and that sense of constant tension begins to melt away. By leaning into these specialized tools, Guardians aren't just managing a charge; they are creating a sanctuary. You are providing a space where a Shrinkee can feel safe, looked after, and—most importantly—happy. Embracing this new rhythm doesn't mean the end of their journey; it simply means they have a much smoother, much cuter path to walk. After all, in this new world, the best way to move forward is together, one well-managed step at a time. ~~~ Maintaining Harmony: Effective Guidance and Behavioral Management As the transition into new roles becomes more permanent for many, Guardians are finding that one of the most complex aspects of their responsibility isn't just the physical—it’s dealing with overworked little minds. As Shrinkees adjust to a world where they no longer command the same physical presence as adults, the way they interact with authority and express frustration is naturally shifting. It is perfectly normal for Shrinkees to experience periods of resistance. Whether it is a refusal to sit in a highchair during a meal or a sudden "tantrum" when being ushered toward a crib for a scheduled bedtime, these moments can test even the most patient Guardian. However, managing these behaviors effectively is essential for maintaining a peaceful, safe, and happy household. Understanding the Root of Resistance Most behavioral challenges stem from a combination of physiological stress and the psychological struggle of "acting big." As we’ve discussed in our recent articles on energy crashes, many outbursts are actually signs of exhaustion or frustration with their new physical limitations. When a Shrinkee feels they cannot exert control over their environment, they may resort to tantrums, sulking, or even using inappropriate language as they attempt to assert their independence. Effective guardianship requires recognizing these moments not just as "bad behavior," but as signals that the Shrinkee needs more structure and clearer guidance. A Progressive Approach to Guidance Successful Guardians find that a tiered approach to education works best—starting with gentle redirection and escalating only when necessary to ensure safety or order. For many minor instances of "sass" or mild disobedience, a firm, stern tone is often enough to signal that the behavior is unacceptable. Many households have found great success by implementing simple, predictable consequences, such as the loss of a favorite weekly treat (like a cookie!) or an earlier-than-usual bedtime. These methods allow Shrinkees to understand the direct relationship between their actions and the household's harmony. However, there are moments where more direct intervention is required to ensure compliance—especially when safety is at stake. Whether it is a Shrinkee refusing to sit still in their highchair during a quick meal or repeatedly ignoring instructions during transit, sometimes "the tough decisions" must be made. In these cases, brief but effective methods like a timeout can be vital tools to help re-establish the Guardian's role as the adult in control. If a timeout isn't effective, you will need to be more firm, ensuring that your Shrinkee learns the lessons they need to maintain the good behavior and harmony needed in a household, both inside and out. A single spank on their backside is often enough, and if not, it can be time for a proper spanking if you believe it's needed. Of course, if a Shrinkee is well mannered and good, then they have nothing to worry about! Even more specific issues, such as the use of inappropriate language and setting a bad example at their size, can be managed through targeted corrections like washing a mouth out, to ensure they feel the dirty words are all gone and won't so easily be produced next time. The Reward of a Well-Guided Charge While implementing these boundaries might feel like some necessary "tough love" at first, over time it becomes easier and natural, and the long-term benefits are undeniable. When a Shrinkee understands the rules and knows exactly what to expect, their cooperation increases and your anxiety decreases. There is an incredible sense of satisfaction in seeing your charge respond to guidance. A household that operates on clear boundaries is one where tantrums are significantly reduced, and where the "noise" of constant disagreements is replaced by a calm, respectful rhythm. Ultimately, providing this structure isn't about taking away independence; it’s about giving them the stability they need to truly thrive and be safe in their new size. ~~~ Gentle Care: Managing Sensitivities in Your Shrinkee’s New World As we continue to explore the fascinating—and sometimes challenging—realities of life after the shrinking phenomenon, one aspect of daily care that often moves from "optional" to "essential" is thoughtful hygeine. Recent observations from pediatric specialists suggest that Shrinkees possess a much higher chance of developing rashes in embarrassing places. This is a natural consequence of how they need to be looked after, but it means that Guardians must be more mindful than ever about how they manage daily changes to ensure their charges remain comfortable and happy. Understanding Skin Sensitivity One of the most common challenges reported by modern Guardians involves managing localized irritation in private areas. Because Shrinkees are now more frequently wet during travel, sleep, and active play, the skin in these sensitive regions is frequently exposed to moisture and friction. If left unmanaged, this can quickly lead to redness and discomfort in those private places. It isn't just a matter of hygiene; what starts as minor irritation can become a significant distraction for an otherwise happy Shrinkee, leading to fussiness or even more frequent "crashes." The Proactive Hygiene Routine The key to managing this sensitivity isn't just about cleaning; it’s about proactive protection, and a chance for soothing! Many experienced Guardians have found that the most effective approach is to incorporate specialized, gentle care products into every single change routine. A significant part of modern care involves more than just a quick wipe. To keep things running smoothly, we highly recommend using high-quality, alcohol-free baby wipes designed specifically for sensitive skin and areas. This ensures that you are cleaning effectively without causing further friction. Following this with the application of specialized soothing creams and medicated anti-rash lotions is essential for creating a protective barrier against moisture. Furthermore, many find that a good dusting of baby powder is an absolute lifesaver. It helps to keep those sensitive areas dry and comfortable, especially during long periods of wear or high-energy play. By making these steps part of your daily rhythm, you aren't just managing a chore; you are actively preventing the discomfort of diaper rash before it can even start. The Joy of a Fresh, Happy Charge While implementing a thorough hygiene routine might seem like an extra step in a busy day, the benefits—both for the Shrinkee and the Guardian—are incredibly rewarding. There is a profound sense of peace that comes from knowing you are providing the highest level of care for your charge’s delicate areas. There is also a wonderful emotional connection found in these moments of care. Whether it's the soothing scent of fresh powders or the way a Shrinkee settles during a gentle, warm cleaning, these routines become special bonding times. Honestly, there is nothing quite as heartwarming—or as incredibly cute—as seeing them looking so fresh and clean, perhaps even waddling happily toward their next activity with an eagerness to get back to it! When they feel good, they act good, and that makes the entire household a much more joyful place to be. ~~~ Little Bites, Big Smiles: Mastering Mealtime in the New Era As we continue to refine our routines and settle into our new roles, one of the most significant shifts we’ve observed is how "mealtimes" have transformed. For many, a meal used to be a quick, functional event—something done while multitasking or catching up on the news. But for households with Shrinkees, mealtime has become a central part of the day that requires a completely different approach to safety, nutrition, and management. The Physical Challenge of Eating We have all seen the struggle: a Shrinkee attempting to use a standard-sized spoon or fork can quickly turn a simple snack into a chaotic event. Because of their smaller stature and changing dexterity, grownup-sized utensils are often far too heavy and cumbersome for them to manage effectively. This frequently leads to more food ending up on the floor or their clothes than actually in their mouths! Furthermore, there is the nutritional reality to consider. As we’ve discussed in our recent articles on energy expenditure, Shrinkees wear themselvse out much faster doing "adult" things, and often find it difficult to chew and process heavy, adult-sized portions. Attempting to force a "big" meal can lead to indigestion or even choking hazards if the food isn't prepared with their new physical capacities in mind. Streamlining the Process: Tools for Success The most successful Guardians have moved away from the "struggle" and toward a more organized, specialized approach to feeding. Instead of managing a mess, they are managing a routine. One of the easiest ways to transform mealtime is through the use of specialized equipment. Incorporating highchairs into your daily routine provides a secure, upright seat that keeps your Shrinkee safe and contained, preventing them from leaning too far forward or trying to climb off their chair. Pairing this with high-quality bibs makes the entire process much more efficient; instead of constant laundry cycles, a quick wipe-down of a themed bib is often all you need! Additionally, we highly recommend transitioning to nutrient-dense, soft foods—such as mashes, purees, or finely cut fruits and vegetables. These are much easier for their smaller dental structures to manage and ensure they are getting the high-energy fuel they need without the stress of difficult chewing. The Joy of Connection (and Control!) There is a profound sense of satisfaction that comes with mastering this new rhythm. When you have the right tools, mealtime stops being a chore and becomes a moment of incredible bonding. In fact, many Guardians find that once they transition to using smaller, specialized spoons and managing the "air-o-plane" Shrinkee directly, the "mess" factor mostly disappears! There is something incredibly heartwarming—and let’s be honest, deeply satisfying—about being able to spoon-feed your charge. Because standard utensils are so difficult for them to use now, they will see the wisdom of this before long. It allows you to ensure they actually get all their nutritious food, rather than watching it end up on the floor, and there is a wonderful sense of accomplishment in seeing them swallowing each bite! Watching them happily munching away in their little highchair, looking absolutely precious in their themed bibs, makes every bit of preparation feel entirely worth it. It’s more than just feeding; it’s about providing the care and structure they need to thrive! *** Is your pantry ready for a Shrinkee-sized upgrade? Check out our guide to the best mashed veggie combos, as well as how to best mix formula and bottles for a safe, spill-free drink designed for little hands and tummies. ~~~ Milestones & Magic: The Power of Positive Play and Rewards As our community continues to navigate the complexities of the post-shrinking world, we have seen a remarkable shift in how households function. We’ve discussed home safety, the science of energy expenditure, and the importance of structured routines. But as any experienced Guardian knows, a successful routine isn't just built on rules and boundaries—it is fueled by joy, engagement, and the celebration of progress. In recent months, we have observed that the most harmonious households are those that embrace the "Reward Mindset." By integrating play and small celebrations into daily life, Guardians can turn the challenges of a changing world into a series of wonderful, shared milestones. The Cognitive Connection: Why Play Matters More Than Ever While it might be tempting to view toys as mere distractions, recent observations from developmental specialists suggest that for Shrinkees, "play" is actually vital cognitive work. Because their physical reality has changed so drastically, their brains are constantly working overtime to map out new spatial dimensions, manage different sensory inputs, and navigate a much larger environment. Engaging in tactile, character-driven play—whether it’s interacting with themed dolls, building with colorful blocks, or exploring sensory sandpits—is essential for maintaining mental sharpness. For a Shrinkee, these aren't just games; they are tools that help them process their new world and develop the problem-solving skills they need to thrive in their specialized environments. The Reward Strategy: Making Management Effortless One of the most effective ways to manage the occasional "resistance" or behavioral challenges we’ve discussed is through the power of positive reinforcement. We know that establishing routines—like sticking to a bedtime, being cooperative during mealtime, or following hygiene protocols—can sometimes be met with a bit of "sass" or a sudden tantrum. Instead of focusing solely on correction, many successful Guardians are turning to "Milestone Rewards." By using high-value incentives—such as a special treat or a new character-themed toy—you can transform a difficult task into an exciting achievement! For example, if a Shrinkee has been particularly cooperative with their new daytime routine or has handled a long car trip with great behavior, celebrating that "big win" with a small reward makes the positive behavior stick. It turns caretaking from a series of negotiations into a series of successes. When a Shrinkee knows that being helpful and following the household rhythm leads to something wonderful, their cooperation increases, and your daily workload becomes significantly lighter. Celebrating Every Little Win Ultimately, this approach allows us to see the beauty in the small moments. There is an incredible sense of pride in watching a Shrinkee reach a new milestone—perhaps it’s mastering a new skill in their playpen, or simply being "brave" during a doctor's visit. There is nothing quite as magical as seeing that look of pure, unadulterated delight when they receive a new Disney doll or a special snack after a great day. Watching them clutch their favorite character close or bounce their toy around during a playdate is a reminder of why we do all this work. When you lean into the joy of their world, you aren't just managing a charge; you are building a lifetime of happy memories. And let’s be honest—there is nothing quite as adorable as a happy, rewarded Shrinkee, looking absolutely precious while they celebrate their latest big achievement! *** Ready to reward your little one? Check out our upcoming "Gift Guide for Growing Shrinkees," featuring the best character-themed toys and treats to make every milestone feel like magic! ~~~ Play, Learn, and Grow: Creating Safe and Fun Social Spaces for Shrinkees As we navigate the complexities of this new era, one thing has become increasingly clear: social connection is just as vital for a Shrinkee as it ever was for an adult. However, the way we interact with our communities has undergone a profound shift. For many Guardians, finding the right balance between providing independence and ensuring safety during social outings can feel like a daunting task. Recent observations suggest that "enrichment play"—structured, safe, and engaging social time—is one of the most effective ways to help Shrinkees manage the unique physical and psychological stresses of their new size. The Importance of Physical Stimulation We know from recent studies that Shrinkees experience much higher levels of body fatigue just to cover the same differences. This means that "burnout" or sudden bouts of grumpiness often stem from a simple lack of physical outlet. One of the best ways to manage this is through outdoor, tactile play. Many local communities have begun organizing "playgroup picnics," where Shrinkees can interact in a controlled environment with other Shrinkees. Utilizing backyard home playgrounds or sandpits—which are perfectly scaled for their new height—allows them to engage in vigorous physical activity without the risks associated with larger-scale environments. These spaces provide a safe way for them to burn off energy, which often leads to much more predictable and calmer behavior once they return indoors for their scheduled rest periods. Streamlining the Social Experience While playdates are wonderful for socialization, we know they can also be quite a handful for Guardians to manage. Between snacks, sudden spills, and the general chaos of group play, things can get messy quickly! The key to a successful social outing is preparation. Many experienced Guardians have found that bringing along "play-ready" gear makes a world of difference. For instance, rompers which can handle a spill and a allow a quick change or always useful, or just having a Shrinkee run around in a t-shirt and diaper so that they don't need to worry about navigating a foreign big toilet! And with more and more households giving up on supervising Shrinkees on the toilet constantly, this is becoming a more and more common sight! Recent landmark rulings have made hygiene management much easier by allowing Guardians more flexibility with protective wear in public spaces—a huge win for stress-free outings! Hosts might suggest bringing your own highchairs and bibs for snack time to streamline feeding little ones, and I'm sure you're all very responsible and using these at home for your Shrinkee's own safety and comfort! The Reward of Connection Beyond the practicalities, there is a profound emotional reward in watching these social connections blossom. There is something truly magical about seeing Shrinkees focused on a game, completely carefree and happy. There is nothing quite like the sight of a little one playing with their similarly-sized little friends, perhaps sharing a snack or a toy. It turns what could be a stressful social obligation into a heartwarming bonding experience for both the Shrinkee and the Guardian. When they are engaged, safe, and looking absolutely adorable in their playwear, it reminds us all why taking this extra bit of care is so incredibly worthwhile! ~~~ The Ultimate Sanctury: Designing a Dreamy Nursery for Your Shrinkee By now you know that *Shrinkee Hub* has undergone quite a transformation! We’ve moved from being a simple news aggregator to becoming your comprehensive guide and store-front for Shrinkee care! We're overjoyed to see that so many of you have taken this journey with us, and every purchase from our partners through the side ads goes straight into supporting the site and writers! We all know the reality: when your charge is two or three feet tall, they need a certain type of care, and there is nothing more natural than wanting your little one’s own personal bedroom to be a wonderful, adorable sanctuary where they can spend half their days in. The Heart of the Home: A Sanctuary for Rest The goal is to create an environment that feels magical and safe. For the "active" hours of the day, the room can be a colorful, themed wonderland filled with soft textures which don't overwhelm Shrinkees, and toys which enrich them. However, we must distinguish between the *room* and the *crib*. While the nursery can be a place of play, the crib itself should remain a distraction-free zone. By keeping the immediate sleeping area calm and simple, you help your Shrinkee understand that when they are in their cozy nest, it is time for a proper rest and quiet time without any running around or squealing (and if you haven't heard your Shrinkee squeal, try having them play the game of running under the hose on a hot day in just their undies! They love it!). At most a mobile well out of reach can keep them entertained without overwhelming them, and perhaps one or two of their favorite soft toys can accompony them each night into the crib. The Command Center: Efficiency at the Changing Station If the crib is the place for rest, the changing table is the "command center" of your nursery management. For any Guardian, efficiency is the key to avoiding burnout, and a well-organized cleaning station is your best friend. A professional-grade changing table should be the heart of your hygiene routine. We recommend keeping it meticulously stocked so that you aren't hunting for supplies early in the morning before rushing off to daycare, or during an unexpected "mishap." A perfectly organized station—featuring plenty of Huggies disposable diapers (both daytime and overnight), Johnson & Johnson baby powder, and a steady supply of gentle wet wipes—turns a potentially messy task into a quick, seamless part of your day. When you have everything at arm's reach, you can handle changes with speed and ease, keeping your Shrinkee comfortable and getting them back to their play or sleep in no time! The Comfort Corner: Bonding Through Care A truly great nursery isn't just for the Shrinkee; it’s for you, too. We highly recommend incorporating a "Comfort Corner" featuring a high-quality rocking chair. This becomes an essential space for those late-night feedings or for simply sitting with your charge as they wind down after a big day. There is something incredibly grounding about these quiet moments. Whether you are soothing them with a gentle song or just providing a calm presence, the rocking chair facilitates a level of bonding that is hard to find anywhere else. It transforms "caretaking" into "connection," allowing you to enjoy those precious, peaceful moments of companionship. The Joy of the Perfect Nursery At the end of the day, your nursery is an expression of the love and care you provide. There is a unique, overwhelming sense of pride in walking into a room that is perfectly themed—perhaps with beautiful Disney motifs or bright, cheerful colors—and seeing your Shrinkee looking absolutely precious amidst their treasures. Don't be afraid to lean into the cuteness! Whether it’s a new set of character-themed pajamas or a beautifully decorated corner for their favorite dolls, making the nursery "the cutest room in the house" isn't just fun—it’s rewarding. When you create a space that is as beautiful as it is functional, you aren't just managing a household; you are building a magical world where your Shrinkee can truly thrive. *** Ready to build your dream nursery? Check out our "Nursery Essentials Shopping Guide," featuring the best themed furniture and decor from our favorite brands! ~~~ ---- Author's Note: I've been experimenting with a free locally-run text generation model recently which is surprisingly good at writing ABDL fiction, especially if you prime it with descriptions in your prompt to get it in the right space. As a fun experiment, I tried convincing the model that the the world had experienced a Shrinking Virus event, and established that "we" were the managers of the largest Shrinkee Hub online, and were taking sponsorship deals from major companies such as Huggies who wanted to... encourage things to go a certain way, based on the fantastic sales they'd seen when a portion of the Shrinkee Guardian population had decided to go a certain route which used their products. I was clear with it that this was not a roleplay (heh), and a very real and serious event which was quite recent. However the goal was to be careful in language, to not scare away our Shrinkee readers but leave them perhaps a bit annoyed at the occasional mention of things in our articles, and perhaps put them in a better mind-space for when certain... changes... might come into their life. After all if the world's biggest pro Shrinkee Hub is saying it, what chance is there for them arguing against it? It took a few hours of prompting and editing, and it might have been faster to do it myself, but it was fun to have a simulated writing partner to bounce ideas off of, and who was taking it very seriously. I've envisioned a sort of potential origin story for the diaper dimension done this way a few times, where in some recent decade a super health injection was given, but then it later started having... side effects, turning some people small and some big. The change to the full diaper dimension situation would have been gradual, with some smaller people getting increasingly looked after by normal sized people, and then the real big people start appearing, and the world quickly finds ways to build and make them new adult buildings and clothes, which they could never do for the shrunken people, since there were already so many options in their new size, albeit a bit embarrassing... If you want to try yourself, I suggest getting LM Studiof for free, and using the model search to get either Magistral-Small-2509 or Gemma 4 26B A4B IT Heretic (the best I've found at writing ABDL stories), and select a lower precision GGUF version, though you will still need fairly beefy computers to run them.

I definitely can't take credit for the DD's popularity. Princess P created the entire thing and was already a super popular ABDL author when she did, was then and is now. It's hers and I'm just glad that she let others play in it. The only part I think I might have invented were perhaps the locking pacifiers and places where mysteriously naive Littles can come from to then have no idea what they're getting themselves into, since after all it's a place where all diaper stories are true and that involves a lot of naive characters who've never really imagined themselves in diapers before. I always pictured those countries as likely having governments in secret league with amazon governments to keep things suppressed, not working against them, and the populations never getting a clue beyond what they considered to be wild rumours at most.

I do, but I don't write mortal danger, trauma, etc. These things don't really exist in my universes, and the characters are almost certainly always secret ABDLs somehow excited by all this and so act more flustered than anything else, being vehicles for the readers to project themselves onto. Additionally while I didn't do it intentionally at the time, looking back I think most of my characters always had a character flaw which led them to their outcome in some sense, playing a part in it rather than it simply being random. Excessive pride, greed, argumentativeness, etc. The outcome was always a "justified punishment for bad behaviour" of some sort. I think Princess P has the same approach in her writing, especially based on a convo we had about a disclaimer to put on our SubscribeStar pages, and very much intended the diaper dimension to play by similar "rules" rather than it being a place of true horror. You can probably assume that every diapered Little one (and other sizes in that dimension) is somewhat drawn to the whole thing and secretly turned on by it like the protagonist Alisa was, though are pulled between their competing desires to be an adult, especially when waking up in a crib in a thick and soiled diaper and having to wait for a change from their "parents", who are of course too strict to let a Little one run off, maintaining rules and boundaries for their own good...

I haven't read the story and think you should be free to write it if you want, though I'd just point out that the Diaper Dimension was originally conceived as a "Dimension" which a smug woman with ABDL fantasies (Alisa) accidentally launched herself into based on not taking a scientific multiverse experiment seriously and it sending her into a place where all the ABDL stories she'd ever read were true. It was meant to be a semi comedic mishmash of ABDL story tropes where the protagonist runs from one scenario to the next and barely escapes it all at the end. It was implied that the stories had kept chasing her however and it would go on and on, with an ABDL story often being about the chase into / running from regression slash trying to prove adulthood, and not about the situation after. I think that's why Chasing Emily is probably the single best DD fan fiction, because it's primarily about that chase (hence the name, and with a character literally named Chase). A core driving part of the original story was that characters are ultimately somewhat responsible for what happens to them and end up in these situations due to their own character flaws (e.g. overconfidence in the case of the protagonist, though she manages to barely turn that around on several overconfident bigger people as well), rather than things happening out of some random cruelty. It was also originally established as a place where all sizes could be and often would be diapered through this cosmic justice, though Littles (not even called that in the original story) tended to be the type of protagonist trope who are so small they end up often struggling to prove their adulthood in mixups, and giants are the trope of being big enough to diaper normal sized people - and so when the two trope sizes sometimes encounter each other in this shared world it can lead to an even more intense version of each. Many giants did end up diapered though. It was essentially a vehicle for the reader's ABDL character insert to explore their fantasies in a "careful what you wish for" sort of way, where obviously people don't want those things to be true, any more than any other fiction which is all nearly always about conflict and a type of problem that people enjoy "practicing" for in their head. After the author Princess Pottypants said others could write in the setting (I think I may have been the one to ask), there's been a sort of spinoff setting that some have created which is oddly... dark, not seeming to come at it from the same angle of it being "A big silly ABDL adventure" and a place where there's no real psychological trauma etc, because such things don't exist in the ABDL stories the universe is a mix of, instead protagonists are always blushing vehicles for the readers and probably even have secret ABDL desires themselves. The moment a story described as being in the diaper dimension describes anything like death or violence or realistic trauma I check out, because that was never the original intent at all, and the people of the world would never really be more hurt than the characters in ABDL stories, at most flustered and a bit embarrassed and probably even a bit turned on while being pulled between competing desires to remain an adult and to explore AB fantasies. If anything I perceived the DD as being somewhere which could well have some big silly secret like characters are immortal and eventually get regressed and somewhat forget things over and over, because it's a place based on all ABDL stories where somehow these alternative rules just work and none of it is ever really "bad" somehow.

Chasing Emily perhaps would fit, since it alternates between POVs.

That was a fun ending and series of twists.

They seem to be getting to people one by one. Princess Pottypants' page was removed yesterday, and she was one of the top earning writers on Patreon. By some strange twist I'm somehow still there despite having some of the most hardcore content, but expect that it's only a matter of days at most.

Mee I was curious, was there any post you made in the hours before Patreon booted you? For some reason myself and Princess Pottypants haven't been booted, and I can't understand why, though have held off posting and some of her posts were already pre-scheduled, so I thought maybe it would only apply to new posts which pass through a moderator queue. However there was no email update saying that you'd posted something new on Patreon, so it sounds like it probably wasn't that.

PieceOfSoap is probably the best and most prolific ABDL artist there's ever been, and I can vouch that the patreon has a huge amount of content.

That was incredible. Definitely earned a new Patreon backer.

Really well done! Love the style.

The Diaper Dimension was a setting created by Princess Pottypants in her story Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension Due to thinking naughty thoughts while connected to scientific equipment, she accidentally opened a portal to another universe where all diaper stories are true at once. It's not a place which is necessarily meant to make sense or be logical, and anywhere you go in that world/universe would be a place where another ABDL story is occurring. That means giants, because they feature in some stories, also very short people who get mistaken for their age, which is another common theme. Also magic, advanced science, body transformation, hypnotism, etc.

Fun.