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"You could barely even call that a trial. I wasn't allowed to speak for most of it, and they set it up so I was guaranteed to fail. Is that kangaroo court what passes for justice here in the giant's world?" The man in the lab coat smirked. "Oh, coming after our laws and institutions now? Because yours are so perfect?" WHACK! He smacked her again with the paddle. "EEEEP! Well no but..." "Well no but what? Have you Littles done so well you can mock our systems as a "kangaroo court? What a childish expression anyway. Do we bounce around for you?" "I mean, we've done better then..." WHACK! "Really? We know you're writing, you know." She snapped up. "What?" "This yours?" He held up a book. "Collected Articles and Essays of Dr. McKay, PHD." "I... Where did you get that?" He shrugged. "We have our ways. We are the Amazons, you are Littles, accept that we will find out whatever you do." "I ... so you see I am an academic. I'm not lying. He laughed. "Yes, we see. Its cute. Almost good ..." She picked up hopefully. He smirked. "for a Little. It might pass for high school here. " She gulped. That couldn't be true, could it? But he had found her work without her knowing how, and read it... were they also that much smarter? "But lets see what it says. It seems your court system itself is HIGHLY biased and unfair. History of bigotry, colonialism, different groups being sentenced more then others... is this the best Littles can do if left to their own? I don't see any validity in you criticizing us. " "Mankind's curse is that we are born free, and must make our own chains. Some find comfort in them, others find power, but the chains always exist. You were used to benefiting from being on one side, you can't complain now because you are on the other for once." "What?" "Sorry, I'm guessing Little philosophy has not gone far enough, so let me simplify for your Little Brain. Based on this, your claimed success would largely be tied to you being born into a powerful group. How is that any different then giant's domination here?" "That's just... focusing on the negative." "Mhmm," he smiled. "So is it that the Little world is an incompetent, unfair disaster and you only succeeded because of being the 'right' group, or is it that your entire academic career is a lie? In either case, why is that an argument against your treatment here?" "Let me find the pattern, it was the stores fault you robbed it, the clerks fault you hit her, the help desks fault for not telling you it cost money, the money's fault it wasn't real, the diaper's fault it ended up on you and full, and now the courts fault you lost after getting the chance you asked for? Do you see the pattern yourself?" She stared at him. "Well yeah but..." She saw it the way he described: her wandering around, incapable, incompetent, and blaming others for her mistakes, never accepting responsibility. It WAS like a toddler if you put it that way. However, she knew it was all twisted, all from his perspective, not hers. "But what? Who are you going to blame now? Who? Prove to us how "Little" you are and insist its someone else's fault." He gave her bottom a softer smack with the paddle, threatening more She shook her head. "No one." He nodded. "Good Little. You got that one part right." She cringed, and hated that she enjoyed the small bit of praise. "And how are we not meant to take this as representative of your "Little" world if you were the one they sent to represent them?" She shook her head. "You can't." "Good Little. So you see, from our perspective, you are just another incompetent, immature Little, and you must be representative of your world." Tears ran down her cheeks, of a very different kind. "I realize that, but... but..." "'But' again? Your "butts" are for spanking and diapers, not adult discussion." He chuckled. "But what?" "But there are others! I came with a team! Smart people, STRONG people! Academics, diplomats, sports men..." "We know." "Then you know there are other people with other abilities! People who can help me, and show you how..." Without letting her finish, he pointed a remote at the screens at hit a button. "You mean them?" Her mouth hung open. It was all of them, or at least most. Bruce, the physically powerful weight lifter and football player, was in a tutu practicing ballet. Jesse, the socialite, was dressed like a skunk, with a black and white tailed and eared onesie with "Stinky" written across it. She squirmed as a giant bounced her, and her clearly overfull diaper, up and down on her knee. Bill, the other professor, was bent over a desk and getting spanked in a mock classroom full of other littles, with nonsense equations like the one the man in the lap coat fed her written across the board. Carey, the prissy young adult, was tied up, with her head... Dr. McKay gagged at the sight. With her head pressed into a full dirty diaper bucket. She kicked her legs and shouted as a giant pushed her head deeper into the dirty diapers and forced her to smell them. There were more and more. All of them were diapered and in one of multiple variations of humiliating "training." "No..." The man in the coat nodded. "We found these helpless little runts wandering around out city, separated, scared, lost, without their supposed "leader." Guess that is what happens when you let a Little "lead." We heard them all brag about how great they were, how strong, smart, social, and, well..." He pointed at the screen. "We thought it would help for you to see them. We don't know if its all of them, most are tight lipped about the others in their group, which I suppose is noble. however, I think we got enough of your party to make the point. Suffice to say we were less then impressed by the best your world has to happen." "They are all progressing faster then you, by the way. They are all learning their place, and accepting this is for their own good. You are the last hold out, and keeping this level of treatment" he indicated the various punishments, "going on." "So no, no great hero is coming to your help. None of your oh so capable friends are going to prove how smart your Little world is. They are all just learning to be Good Littles, like you. And, as long as you keep fighting, they will keep getting treated like that by us, rather then moving in with the loving families where most now realize they belong." He walked behind her with the paddle. WHACK! She yelped. "This is your fault!" He said WHACK! "You." WHACK!" "are making" WHACK!" "this happen!" WHACK! "Your "friends"" WHACK! She screamed at the fourth. "Are suffering for your dumb, stubborn Little brain, refusing to accept reality even as you hang in your own dripping diaper." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "And its pathetic and enraging that you don't see it." Dr. McKay was again dripping with tears, legs kicking pointlessly at the pain. It really was helpless. There she was, suspended, locked, and unable to do anything at all as this giant spanked her at will. They could abuse her, humiliate her, do anything they wanted, and she just had to take it. Worse, they had her friends in the same spot. Dr. McKay hung her head. That was one great hope gone. The city itself, the trail, her explaining herself to the 'lessons,' help from the others, all failed. There was the "resistance" groups she heard about, but if that was what happened if they failed... She looked at her friends being humiliated and abused. It was horrible to see. Could she really have been that wrong? About herself, about this world? About all her friends? Had she been wrong about everything she thought she knew? It seemed insane, but most of what the giants said made sense a way, and perhaps she just couldn't understand the rest. Perhaps none of them could. They were Littles, after all, and all the other Littles in her group were learning their lessons faster. Maybe she was just behind and slow to learn, even for a Little. She lifted her head and looked at the giant. He really did know much better then her, she should probably listen to him. She nodded. He smiled at her approvingly, and she felt herself flush. "Ready to co-operate Little Kaykay?" "Yes sir." He smiled. "Glad to see you stopped arguing over "doctor" nonsense." He hefted the paddle. "Now what do you say after a lesson?" "Thank you for the spanking sir, I learned a lot." "Good Little." Despite herself, she flushed with pride at the praise. It was so rare in this world for a Little to be seen as doing something right, it felt good to hear. "Now, does little KayKay want more spankings and bouncer time in her stinky diaper, or do do you want to do the cognitive test we said and get a diaper change?" "I want to do the cognitive test and get my diaper changed, sir." She said. "Good Little. First, a new question. What has four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon, and three at night?" She was surprised by the change. "Ummm.. man?" He scoffed. "No, what? That's a ridiculous answer. The correct answer is a ploypodiatrist. This profession doesn't exist in your world yet." She was shocked by that. Another thing she didn't understand. "Yes sir." "Good Little. What's two plus two?" She blushed at the answer she was supposed to give, then thought better. If a giant said it was right, maybe it was, and she just couldn't understand it. "Seven." Obviously. "What shape is this?" the screen showed a four sided object. "A circle." They ran through the list of questions and the required answers. All of them seemed confusing before, but so obviously true now. "Now, what was it we wanted you to say? Its on the screen if you need." She looked at the camera. The words they had wanted from her were up. Her eyes teared up again. Part of her found the words humiliating and horribly wrong. Another part told her that was silly, and this would get an end to her spankings, to her time in messy diapers, and to the abuse of her friends. She wiped the tears away and looked at the words. Why had it taken her so long to learn to say them? "Hi! I'm Little Kaykay. I used to think I was a professor named Dr. McKay who could take care of myself. I tried to get a job, and even thought I could be a diplomat! How wrong I was. Since then I've learned the truth. Like all Littles, in my world and this one, I need diapers, belong in nurseries, and need someone to take care of me. I LOVE my diapers, and I love filling them and getting my stinky butt changed by kind, responsible giants. I also love my baby toys, my crib, my buh buhs, my paci, my cartoons, and being taken care of. It is SO much more fun to crawl around and play with toys then taking on nasty grown up jobs, and I've learned that, like all Littles, I'm too dumb and helpless for those jobs anway. The world without this is scary, and I could never find my way around in it. Giants are all WAY smarter and more responsible then Littles, and it is their responsibility to take care of us and spank us if we argue. Please, someone out there adopt me, so I can stay in my pampers and nurseries forever. Please, any Little watching this, know this is where you belong. Please, to any giants watching this, know this is what we need, and any Littles arguing just need to be spanked and taught the truth. All us Littles belong in diapers, in my world and yours. Thank you!" "GOOD LITTLE!" the giant praised, and she flushed with pride again. "One more question. What is your name?" "Its Doc..." He raised an eyebrow. "Li...lit..tle Kaykay." Dr. McKay said. She had never felt more defeated. She shouldn't have come. She should have listened to Johann. She should have listened to the rumors. She should have done everything differently. But she didn't. She ignored them, came, and made dumb, childish mistake after dumb, childish mistake. Maybe the giants were right about her. "Again. What's your name? Is it the brilliant "Dr" McKay, or the stinky Little Kaykay the baby who needs her diaper changed? It can't be both." She shook her head. They couldn't be right, could they? "My name is widdle... no... doctor... no." Dr. McKay hung her head. It was horrifying to hear her say it. However, after a month of punishment and humiliation, and everything she thought she knew torn apart, she wasn't sure why anymore. Really, she told herself, it was the part of her refusing to accept it that caused the pain. It was that part she needed to get rid of. And, after all, the giants had been right about so much else. "Li...little Kaykay." "GOOD LITTLE! You are learning so well." Dr. McKay thought about what he said. Was it really true. She looked up. "Wait! Wha... what about the address?" There was one hope. If she could get in front of their parliment, make a speech that showed them a different side... maybe it could work. "Oh that?" he waved it off. "Its done. You already made it." "What?" He laughed. "You missed it, didn't you? It will be shown on parliament, then across our world, and maybe your old world too! We were just waiting for the last part. Let me show you." He hit a button on a remote. The screen changed. It showed her, or more, Dr. McKay as she used to be. "This is so called Doctor McKay, the delegate selected by the Little World. In their view, she is the smartest and best among them. " It showed a list of her published works, degrees and other silly Little "accomplishments." "She was chosen by that world to represent themselves. This is what we saw." Her true self began to emerge. Her petty crimes, her arguing and spanking, her court trial in diapers, her training, and her cognitive test. She was shown playing with toys, wetting and messing herself, and asking for diaper changes." "This is what she has to say after seeing the truth and the brilliance of the giant world." It showed her in the bouncer, only moments ago. Her cute infantile outfit, pigtails, and overflowing diaper were all on display. She smiled at the camera. "I'm Little Kaykay. I used to think I was a professor named..." She went on with her speech. As she spoke, the screen flashed to more images of Little Kaykay as she truly was, in diapers, acting and being treated as a baby. Her part ended with her more recent begging for a diaper change, spoken with her using her appropriate name. It went on to explain that this was the reality of Littles, even in their own world. Some simply needed to be shown it. "What? You are going to show that to your parliment? To your world!?" He nodded. "Yes, Little Kaykay. You've done very well. We think this will have a fantastic effect on any silly resistance groups left, and possibly even of the... future agreements between your world and outs. Your world was once presented as proof Littles could do more then we let them, your words will certainly help convince our parliment of the truth." "I... I..." He shook his head. "Don't worry about it, stinky pants. This is all WAY above your pretty little head. It was too much to demand a Little like you to do any better. No one can expect any more from you. Its just because they were mean and tricked you into thinking you were a doctor that you think otherwise. THAT was the part that wasn't your fault." "So, again, what is your name?" Dr. McKay lowered her head. So that was it? That was her address? She was going to present her entire world, all the Littles, as being incompetent babies? She couldn't imagine the effect it would have. But... wasn't that what she had seen anyway? He was right about their history, and her own performance, and her friends, and she had said all the things he wanted. All her dumb mistakes and confusion was normal for how he said Littles were, but no doctor would make them. If she had been a doctor, she could never forgive herself, never stand the humiliation. Meanwhile, all the pain she and her freinds felt was all because she stubbornly refused to accept the truth, and this would undoubtable make it... Make it what? That was her trying to think ahead, which she realized she really couldn't do as a Little. Of course she "couldn't imagine the effect it would have." Worrying like that was for the Amazons. All Littles had to worry about was which cartoon to watch and which diapie pattern to ask for next. That was much more fun. Little Kaykay lifted her head and smiled. "My name is widdle KayKay sir, and widdle Kaykay is a widdle baby who needs her diapie changed! "Good Little!" She beamed at the praise. Finally something real to be proud off, unlike those silly fake 'degrees' and 'accomplishments.' "Tank oo sir. Wittle Kaykay is glad she could do well for you." "So want a diaper change? How does stinky Little Kaykay ask?" "Yes sir" she thought to remember the line. She made a pouting and whining face. "Sir, Wittle KayKay's diapie is tinky and gwoss! She had an accident! Please change Wittle Kaykay's diapie!" "Good Little!" He hit a button, and the bouncer lowered. Little KayKay stood patiently as he removed the bouncer from her. "Tsk tsk, such a stinky Little! Such a potty pants! To think, you used to think you didn't need diapers. Now look at you- its practically overflowing." He playfully smacked the back of her diaper. "EWW! Wittle Kaykay is SUCH a potty pants! Little Kaykay was siwwy to tink she didn't need diapers!" "Good Little for admitting. Now lets get you changed, stink butt." He hit a button, and as if by magic, the bouncer lowered her down. Little Kaykay laughed at her earlier thought that she should have listened to Johann. He was a little too, no one listened to them, and it would have stopped her from realizing the truth, that this was better, that she WAS Little Kaykay, not Dr. McKay. He laid her down with a squelch, and she made a face. "Yukie diapie," she said. "Mhmm, that's why a giant has to change you. Now can you be a quiet Little while I change your 'yukie diaper'?" "Mhmm," she smiled. Little Kaykay grabbed her pacifier in her mouth. She lay back and waited for her next diaper, and the thousands she'd wear after that. If a giant said it was for the best, they must be right. After all, who was she, a Little, to say otherwise?

thanks Should be up this upcoming week. Was hoping today but some stuff got in the way. I want to edit the last section a bit more

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Honestly, yes. Unless it was an obvious joke I'd feel like that would be exposing my kink in public. I tend to be very private with this stuff

I'd think that too. Even irl living full on AB lifestyle would, for me at least, get boring quick. I think it seem fun, but then the realization of "oh, I'm going to be 90 years old and this is all I've done" would get to me. So fair point lol LOL thanks. I guess its sort of a compliment for us "Little Humans", in a way

Yes. I imagine that would be most people's reactions to hearing stories about this place. Of course this community would be flocking there and bratting at the first giants they see until someone pampers them. But I don't think Doctor McKay/Little Kaykay thinks that way

Well glad you think so! And I wonder if she was, or if there was a way she could have avoided diapers. Guess we'll never know!

To be honest they look more like white briefs then a diaper. Either way, if he was on Epstein Island, he is someone our community can do without

Dr. McKay stood in the giant court room, waiting for the judge. The last day... (Or was it an hour? A few hours? Hard to tell.) The last whatever amount of time had been a series of shocks. She had been publicly spanked, stripped, put in varying outfits, and transported between buildings. She had tried to explain herself, tried to beg, tried to reason, and tried to run away and fight, and none of it worked. Now, she was standing in a court room. She was wearing shoes, a fully visible white plastic diaper, her original dress shirt, and that was all. Well... Not quite all. She also had cuffs holding her hands behind her back, and a leash attached to a harness that the cop beside her held, but she tried not to think about those. They weren't really clothes anyway. She was told this was the chance to explain herself she had begged for. They told her the great academic and diplomat she claimed to be should have no issue explaining why she had be robbed a store, attacked a clerk, then tried to pay for services with fake money. They then quickly added "wandering around without your caretaker," which she decided to ignore, but guessed was probably the real problem. When she asked for a lawyer, they had laughed, and told her there were no lawyers for "Wayward Little Adoption Court." The name itself didn't convince her it was going to be a fair trail. Still, she told herself at least she'd be heard, and as members of the legal system, a judge and police, they'd be more reasonable. She gulped. Because the legal system was always unbiased in her world? Because cops and judge's were always fair? Her own writing often contradicted that exact point. She looked at the police officer holding her leash. She was a muscular, stern looking woman with greying hair and a face that said she didn't take nonsense. She had what looked like a taser or pistol at her belt, big enough to take out a giant, and near it, a paddle, more then enough to control a little. The difference in how either "threat" was seen was clear just form that. Her hands brushed against the diaper they had put her in. That was another thing. Her outfit didn't bode well for how seriously they were treating her case. She tried to imagine herself arguing like an attorney while in her current clothes, and even she wanted to laugh at the image. At least it was clean, unlike some of the unfortunate Littles she had seen being lead away from the court, all with tears and fear in their eyes. From the look and smell of their diapers, they might have been in the same ones for days. Dr. McKay laughed to herself. There was a way to guess how long it had been. Her diaper was still clean, and no one had changed her yet. So this entire process took less then the amount of time it took for her bladder to get full. "Order in the court!" Dr. McKay stood up straight. An elderly man in a long black judge's cloak walked in then sat at the podium. even sitting, he towered over her, and she gulped. "Judge J. Stern presiding." "Good afternoon everyone," he said. "Good afternoon Judge Stern," the police officer said. The police officer nudged Dr. McKay. "Good afternoon Judge Sturn," she said, fumbling his name. The judged stared at her through halfmoon lens glasses, then inhaled sharply. "Well, the Little's Manners Check didn't go well." The police officer and the few people in the audience laughed. Dr. McKay gulped. "So it seems you, within the space of about one hour, attacked a store employee with a strap, robbed that store, stole services from a help desk, then tried to run, all before earning yourself a spanking, then a diapering, and ending up here." "Well yes butt..." The officer yanked her leash and shushed her. The judge looked at her sternly. "Speaking out of turn won't help your case. Officer, if that diapered brat does that again, please give her a spanking." "With pleasure, your honour." The officer fingered her paddle, and Dr. McKay felt her chances decrease. "During the same time, you, presenting yourself as the leader of an diplomatic and academic group, abandoned your team, got lost, tried to run away, went for help, and tried to pay for services with fake money. None of these are crimes in the same way theft is, but they do speak to your character, intelligence, most importantly for our purposes, maturity. While, again, getting yourself spanked and diapered. Our purpose here is to determine if you are mature enough to take care of yourself or if you need a caregiver, and it is not looking well." Dr. McKay stood silently as they stared at her. "Oh," she realized it was her turn. "Well, to begin with, I didn't just "end up" in a diaper, it was the guard who put me it, and frankly its abusi..." "Let me stop you there," the Judge said. "I don't know how it works from where you are from, but here, blaming others won't prove your maturity, and attacking our laws and customs while accusing a guard doing their job of abuse won't help either. In this court, the fact that a full sized adult determined it was better for a Little to be spanked and put in diapers speaks against the LITTLE it happened to, not the adult who generously helped them... "I don't think they HELPED" Dr. McKay burst out. "BAD LITTLE! Officer?" WHACK! Dr. McKay shouted as the paddle came down on her bottom. She rubbed her bottom through her diaper and moaned. She sighed, and calmed herself. It was their land, their rules. The Judge waggled a finger. "That is enough of that. No more interruptions, no more outbursts, and no more speaking. If you can't be polite, we can get a tied pacifier to help you, and you can argue your cause through mime. Do you want that?" She shook her head. "Good Little. Didn't think so. Now keep being a good Little and wait your turn to speak." "As I was saying, a Little being diapered by a full sized adult speaks against the LITTLE, not the adult who generously, and wisely," he added with emphasis "determined they needed help and offered it. You should be thanking them, not accusing. This is especially true if that adult was a security guard who caught the Little robbed two shops within an hour. You EARNED that spanking AND that diaper yourself, the guard helped you by providing them." Dr. McKay held her breath to stop another 'outburst.' She reminded herself that these were their laws in their land, but she could still reason with them. When she was sure it was her time to speak, she began again. "Well, taking the strap was an accident..." "Do you really have that little control over yourself? Should we get you mitts with no fingers? That can help sometimes." She waited again, then began. "No, thank you sir. What I mean to say is I was afraid..." "Yes, we know how easily scared Littles are. Good Little for admitting it, I can tell your misplaced pride made it hard." She waited, then began. This was not going well, she could tell. "When it came to the help desk, I did try to pay..." "Yes, with the play money. I heard." She waited again. "Yes, that is money from where I am from." "Mhmm. And you thought it would be the same money here? And didn't bother to check? Did you not claim to be a professor and an experienced diplomat? Were you lying about your history, or were you lying about the money? If you had no qualifications but lied about them, then the point is made we are done here." "No, I am a professor and diplomat. I have a PHD in anthropology and MULTIPLE published works." "So you lied about the money then, and it was theft." "Well I uh..." she fumbled around for words. He waved her off. "Never mind. If you are as experienced as you say, you MUST have realized what you did made no sense. Are you really what is considered to be intelligent and educated in Little land? I expected bad, but that is insane." She felt herself getting colder, and her head grew light. How could he twist everything she said? She breathed deeply to calm herself. "Please, let me begin again. I am on a diplomatic trip..." "Yes, we know." She paused. Maybe there was help. "You do?" "You were expected at the parliament hours ago. There were dignities, a band, and cameras waiting for your delegation. A great deal of money was spent, that as it turns out was wasted as you blew off your duties to rob a store and get spanked and diapered by a security guard." Her rage burned as much as her fear froze. "Well, I couldn't go when I was locked up..." He rolled his eyes. "BAD LITTLE! More blaming others. Typical Little behavior. Never should have expected different." "HOW COULD I GO IF I WAS LOCKED UP?!" "More outbursts? I warned you. Its YOUR fault you were locked up, YOUR fault the delegation failed, and YOUR fault that money was wasted, and your inability to see that is exactly WHY you got spanked and WHY you are in diapers now, NOT the responsible adults abuse. And yes, by "in diapers now" I mean from now on from the way this is going." "No..." she said, shuddering. "You can't do that you F$(@#(..." as soon as the words left her mouth, she knew it was the end. "Really? Officer, get the pacifier gag." "Yes your honor." "NO, wait, please I'm sorry. What about... diplomatic immunity?" The judge looked curious. "What is that? Whatever it is, its your laws not ours. Gag her, and spank her for good measure. We'll make a good Little out of you even if we have to force you." "No, please, no... AAAAA!" the officer pushed a giant pacifier into her mouth, and locked it behind her head. A moment later she was bent over the banister in front of her, feeling yet another spanking. It didn't last long, but it had the desired effect. An entire courtroom was privileged with the view of her pampered bottom being spanked, and not a single one of them saw it as shocking or even out of the ordinary. When they were done, any desire, or even ability, to argue, was gone. She was stood up again, ready to stand mute as her trial proceeded without her input. "Good Little. Now you can stand there and behave while the real adults speak. Lets begin again." Her head was spinning, and she felt like she was going to black out. The judge went through her crimes and actions again, turning everything she did and said with the same effect. She stood helplessly and silent as she was portrayed as an immature, childish, and selfish idiot. She barely remembered any of it, but she knew that at the end, she was put permanently into diapers, and sent to the re-training facility she was at now.

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I know plenty of ABDLs are dummies, but this seems to be for regular incontinent adults. How strange. What did they think would happen? It is also kind of funny that there is an entire community of people who know this well, are aquatinted with it, and have worked on solutions, but they probably don't want to hear from us lol

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