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LOL yep guess it does Anyway, continuing not quite where we left off (we'll explain how we got here later) She should have listened to Johann. Dr. McKay's head hung low as sweat and tears dripped down her long, ribboned pigtails. Her arms gripped the ropes to her side, and her legs kicked helplessly in the air beneath her. "You know what we want you to say. Say it, and we let you down. Say it, and this ends," the man in the lab coat said. "I... I don't know," she said. WHACK! The paddle struck her backside again, making her jump up and yelp. Single tears became a torrent, and despite herself she sniffled. In this situation, the LAST thing she needed was videos of her sniffling and crying to add to their ammunition against her. "You don't know?" the giant man in a lap coat asked. "Some great professor, great genius of your land, and you can't answer a simple question, Little Kaykay?" "ITS DOCTOR MCKAY!" Another whack, and she screamed. "Your name is what we say it is. Like all LITTLES and BABIES, your Mommy and Daddy will determine your name when you are adopted. For now, it is LITTLE KAYKAY. Now answer the question." "But that is the answer!" WHACK! "No, the answer is seven." "It is not!" WHACK! "Again. What is two plus two?" "ITS FOUR!" WHACK! WHACK! Tears became sobs as the pain from the spanking, one of a few she felt now, became unbearable. Worse, the spanking let out more of the horrific scent. Her ego felt another blow as hard as the spank. "The answer is whatever WE, those of use who AREN'T Littles, tell you it is.You will say it in front of the camera. Do we need to help you count again?" "No," she sobbed, and shook her head. "I think you do. Lets count out." "NO PLEASE!" "ONE!" WHACK! "TWO!" WHACK! "THREE!" WHACK! Her last resolve not to cry in front of them gave, and she let the tears fly. It had been weeks of this. Months even, she wasn't sure of the day. The same questions, the same written text they demanded she repeat, and the same treatment when she refused. Sure, one day it might be in a crib. Another, locked up in a medieval style stock. Or a playpen. Or a straight jacket. Or a stroller in public. However, the result was the same: her hurt, humiliated, helpless, and in tears. Finally he reached the seventh. "Two plus two makes seven, and you will say it. Then, you will read what we wrote for you, and this will stop. Doesn't matter if it takes months, you will learn." She moaned. She knew they could it if they wanted. How long could she resist? How long until help arrived? Was help coming? The others were somewhere, but she didn't know where. And what could they do? Could Bruce with his muscles out fight an amazon? Could Bill with his degrees out smart them? All she had to do was read one paragraph, and it will end. But it was more then that. She was a professor with dozens of works published. She was a respected diplomat who met leaders from around the world. People looked UP to her. Saying what they wanted... She shook her head. It was unthinkable. "Now, look at the screens." "Please don't mak... AA!!!" Another whack, and she looked up. That, she supposed, was easier. In front of her we four screens, each showing a live feed of herself, and the room she was in, from another angle. This is what she hated to see. From the front she saw her tear streaked face, flanked by pigtails. From time to time there was a pacifier tied into her mouth, now it hung over he white cotton, short sleaved t-shirt decorated with pink cuffs and what she assumed were this world's equivalent of Disney princesses. Her hands gripped the elastic lines of a gigantic baby bouncer. Gigantic to her world, she reminded herself. Normal here, and perfectly sized for either the giant's babies, or her world's humans. Why in hell had she not listened to Johann? Or any of the rumors? The bouncer was made out of a mix of blocked black Velcro and clear plastic that left just enough of her diaper visible to see it was soaked. Beneath it, her legs dangled on her tip toes, covered to her knees in long, pink and white striped stockings. From the sides and behind, it was much the same but worse. It was there she could see the marks of the paddle across her thighs, and... She shuddered at the sight. The back of her overstuffed diaper, brown stained, drooping behind her. She'd been locked up and wearing the same one for what felt like days during her "lesson," and the effect was clear. The cameras seemed designed to have a mental impact, and she was sad to admit it worked. Seeing herself, dangling, dressed as she was, soggy, messy, and crying, dug deep into her ego and made it harder and harder to resist. Knowing this was recorded and could be played, or even broadcast, to a world that would in no way see her as a victim but simply a misbehaved "little" getting the lesson she richly deserved brought her near the breaking point. Where was the great academic in that pathetic, disgusting mess? Where was the intimidating diplomat in that pigtailed girl sobbing in her bouncer? How were you supposed to have the pride to argue while dressed as a giant baby? Another whack. This one was followed by a strong hit of the smell that now surrounded her constantly, and she gagged. Another blow- gagging on the scent of her own diaper was a humiliation she never expected to face. "Do you see how you look, little one?" She sniffled. "Yes sir." "Do you see your own messy pampers?" "Do you think anyone is impressed with you? Do you think anyone believes you are truly the genius academic you claimed to be, or the great emissary between countries?" "No sir," she shook her head. It hurt to say, but arguing would just lead to more spankings. He pointed at the screen. "Would YOU trust that girl to greet another country's government? Would YOU trust that girl as a teacher, a writer, or her word on anything?" "No, sir." Though, to be honest, she really couldn't argue anyway. She had never seen a grown adult look as pathetic as she did now. "Then whats the issue? You know we are right, and we know how much you hate your treatment here. Read it, comply with us, and this ends." "And ends with what? Me as someone's plaything, a baby in diapers forever?" "As opposed to? The great professor you thought you were little Kaykay?" "I WAS... A!!!" He cut her off with a spank, and she glared. "Do you remember how you came to us claiming to be a regular adult, argued you didn't need diapers while we advised and recommended otherwise, and then you filled them up until they were almost leaking?" "BUT YOU-" WHACK! But you had left me tied up in them for hours after hours until I had no choice, she wanted to say. "No, I didn't mess them. YOU did. YOU did because YOU are the helpless little baby who couldn't make it to the toilet, and needs to be kept in diapers for a long, long time before we even CONSIDER trying you in pull ups, assuming that EVER happens. Your messy diaper is proof enough of that for anyone, especially "genius professor" like yourself." "That's not fair..." WHACK! "Whining about things being fair or not is exactly the infantile, childish "little" trait that got you in this situation, "Dr." Kaykay. Some great genius, expert in world cultures, fumbling around our world like an off leash puppy. It was ridiculous to see" She sniffled. That name again. Were they really going to rename her? She had heard rumors they did that to littles as a final humiliation, but it seemed so bizarre. She remembered how she HAD gotten into this situation. And yes, at the time, she did just think it was all unfair.

LOL yep guess it does

Great! More should be up tomorow

The "Little" being the mature one and the giant being AB is a fun twist on this world. Thanks so much for sharing!

Wow, a comment from THE herezulo? Exciting stuff, looking forward to more! 😜😃 Thanks so much for the comment and implied priase!

Thanks! More will be up later this week WAIT was that how it ended? I guess I never finished the original, I remembered her actually being in it. But, anyway, this could be referencing ANY diaper dimension story. Star who? Whats that? 😛 Thanks for the comment! More will be up soon! Well you'll have to wait and see how it happens!

Awesome!

(I've read stories in this world for years, and always figured I should write at least one story in it. So, here is my attempt, lets hope its good lol. This first chapter is short, more of a teaser, but the next will be longer. Also, I had planned out a full novel length story, but this will be a short story. Depending on interest/my schedule, I might expand the parts here into the full novel. Stay tuned!) "Are you sure about this, Dr. McKay?" Johann, the technician, asked. He looked back at the swirling portal, then again at the tall, blond woman in a suit he had grown to respect. She was one of the most respected anthropologists in the country, and had built a secondary career as an esteemed diplomat. He trusted her to know what she was doing, but he heard too much about the risks of this new "Dimension." Dr. Mckay smiled at him. "Of course. What, are you scared about the rumors?" "Well..." Johann looked at her, then back at the portal. "I've heard so many strange stories about, you know..." "Of what?" she said, with the tone she used for students. "The di..diap..." "The so called "Diaper Dimension?" He shrugged. "Well, yeah." She laughed. "Oh, I know." She said. "People being put into diapers by giants, treated as babies. Oh no, maybe they'll SPANK me!" She said with mock horror. Her team around her laughed. He knew most of them. A collection of academics, diplomats, and grad students, they had been his friends for months while working on this project. Bruce, a muscle bound weight lifter who had began his academic career on a football scholarship, Jesse, a wealthy socialite turned diplomat, Bill, another anthropologist, Carey, his student, a highly intelligent if somewhat prissy grad student, and a few others he didn't know as well, they had all gathered around Dr. McKane's strong personality and stronger mind. He would hate if anything happened to them. Dr. McKay put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry Johann, I promise you that won't happen. People are always scared when they meet new groups, and often invent these horrifying stories of 'the others.'" She added the quotation mark around "the others" with her hands, referencing her own work. "These are always fake, and more often reflect the fears of the people inventing them. Of course, someone who is used to being seen as tall, when meeting an actual giant, would worry about them seeing regular sized- sorry, our world sized- humans as babies. This is their insecurity, and is no different then older tales of monsters or barbarians in far away lands. We'll be fine." "Are you sure?" "Yes. Anyway," she made a face. "As it turned out some of the people who reported those things had their own... interesting interests." She smirked, and the rest of them laughed. "They indulged in a bizarre kink, and some diapered weirdoes even write and read stories that happened to be exactly in line with what they claimed. Frankly, from what we know they had been buying beforehand, they might have been wearing their OWN diapers to begin with, and it was THEY who wanted the giants to treat them like babies." "I see," he hadn't considered that before, but it did make sense. She nodded. "Yes. This is an anthropological and diplomatic mission to learn from each other and build connections. As an advanced society, the giants will understand this, and respect it. We have already been in contact as much as we can through these devices, and we are hoping to set up an address to their government. I assure you, all the myths we have of them, or they have of us, will be clarified." Johann sucked in through his teeth. We was still scared, but he had respected Dr. McKay's expertise for years. From everything he saw of her, she SHOULD know what she was doing, even if it made no sense to him. "Alright, if that's what you want, I can finish the portal." She nodded. "Yes, please do." He turned to the large, metallic table in front of him. He hit a set of buttons, then pushed a lever, and looked at the portal. The swirling sped up, then clarified to a view of a wooded glen. Sunlight poured through, and behind the trees he could see the outline of gigantic skyscrapers. He gasped. He had seen the portal work in tests, but he had seen nothing like the massive world beyond it. "Its even more amazing then I thought," Bill said, and the others nodded their agreement. With Dr. McKay leading, they all went through the portal, and into the new dimension.

Nerds always have the most fun, don't they? Fun story so far

Always like the combination of ABDL and meadaval fantast Will there be more?

Honestly the lack of comments just wouldn't do it for me. I like to know what people are thinking of what I write, otherwise I'll just keep it on my computer.

That's a fun ending. For it to stop being embaressing, she just had to accept it as her identity

Hoenstly yes. The times I sleep in diapers, or even with full onesie pjs with them, are the few times I will sleep all the way through a night. Its just so relaxing and comfortable

I'm not sure if AOO is invite only, I haven't heard if it is. And yes, it does seem there are fewer big options for art and stories. They still exist, but used to be collected into larger ones.