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Even as a female, dating with our kink is very difficult. I would do almost anything for a REAL masculine daddy. Protective. A LEADER. But also soft. Ahhhh. A girl can dream I guess 

Penny looked down at her diaper, and Sally lifted up her skirt to do the same.  ‘It’s okay,’ said Penny ‘it means I can run around without my pants getting in the way’. ‘And I can twirl!’ laughed Sally, spinning around. Penny approached Rei quietly and asked ‘Did you go poop?’.

I did again this morning rather than hold it in because the bathroom was occupied. 

Yeah that’s a good point too. And he’s too vulnerable and insecure to protect himself. I keep hoping someone’s going to show up and actually notice what’s happening with Harley. Amber’s reaction to her looked promising, but then Martina kind of buried it by essentially telling her to “follow the treatment plan.” And Amber is also getting lost on her own hang-ups. I’m hanging my hat on Savannah, but that’s no guarantee, either. Bryan and Lilly are too stuck in their own bs. Uhg…poor Paul. All the people that should be protecting him are kind of self-centered.

Well, I have another chapter ready...but first, the replies:   Who knows? Maybe Eseld's mind will come back. As for an okay mommy? I hope so. Yeah, it's going to be a very embarrassing bus ride home and back to work. Axel has his own issues with work that will be discussed in this chapter, and yeah, I could see both of them asking too much and reacting to their partner in a way that hurts them both. And yeah, there's a queen, but it's not the kind of AB you might expect from a medieval world, just saying~ After all...here be dragons~   Jyrgal has no choice but to hang in there; Eseld's life depends on it. And the scary thing? As shitty as Ouranou and LES are as Amazons, Umichoseki might very well be even worse. They did, after all, nuke innocent cities, and we'll see what other war crimes they commit/have committed in this story. I hated to plan that, I really did; I love Eseld's character. But it didn't make sense in the story to let Megan go off scot-free, especially with her connections, and unfortunately, Eseld was the only one who got in Megan's way and had to pay the price. - And now for the next chapter. As a WARNING, serious bigoted language towards trans/enby/German people expressed by bigoted characters as well as severe abuse towards Littles and towards others in the workplace. As always, viewer discretion is ADVISED. Now, let the chapter roll:   -   Chapter Twelve: What is The Bottom One?   -   Clover didn’t remember the dream she had when she woke up in a carseat, Anthony the pronghorn in her lap, Axel in the driver’s seat, driving them both somewhere.   “Huh, where-” she asked.   “It’s all right, Clover,” Axel answered, as he kept his eyes on the road. “You’re coming to my work, like Jyrry said. It’s a ways ahead on the eastern side of Teichon, so we’ll have time to talk.”   “What’s your work like?” she asked in a curious tone.   “It’s an underground complex. The job is to make sure the Dome runs right on schedule, protect this last city we have from electromagnetic pulse bombs, nukes, dirty bombs, and as much as it can reasonably handle.”   “So, like Israel’s Iron Dome, but more advanced?” Clover asked.   “Israel?”   “Oh, right, that’s a country in my dimension. They have a protective system against missiles.”   “Then that’s the case. Anyway, I’d like to know more about you. What games do you like playing?”   Clover actually felt at ease, as they continued the lighthearted conversation, talking about what games she had for her Switch (mostly Pokemon games, but also other games such as Monster Hunter Rise and Monster Hunter Stories 2: Wings of Ruin; Mario Kart 8 Deluxe and Super Mario Party; the Legend of Zelda games, Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom; Fire Emblem: Three Houses and Fire Emblem Engage, Dragon Quest Monsters: The Dark Prince, and Nexomon: Extinction; Graywind had spent a lot of money on her eighteenth birthday getting a gaming system with excellent memory and multiple SD cards; she had paid for the games at various dates with her cash earned from the military stipend.), her ranking in the military and various stories from boot camp, and Graywind. Always Windy and how amazing he was to her.   Then the yawning entrance of an underground garage came into view: an enormous gate with a whole platoon of armed guards patrolling it. Axel made a bit of small talk before he showed his ID to them. One of the Amazon guards, a Black man with a large frizzy afro (although he didn’t look as tall as the others; he was probably an inch or two above Jyrgal’s height without the hair), looked into the car with a flashlight, seeing Clover.   “Who is she, Axel?” the guard asked in a curious British-sounding accent.   “Who are you?” Clover retorted in response, the words automatically coming from her mouth.   The Black guard laughed. “Heh. You’ve got real guts, little lady. Master Sergeant Austin Ealy. Now, your name, lassie?”   “Corporal Clover Hope, United States Marine Corps, Sir!”   “So, you’re a military brat, too, eh, lassie?” Ealy seemed to be completely at ease with her. “Just don’t talk back to the guv ladies; they aren’t gonna be as nice as I am. So, she’s your Little, Axel?”   “The Little of my wife and I, Austin,” Axel answered.   “Hmm…will she behave inside? We’re not a nursery, you know.”   “I promise she will.”   “Fair enough. You haven’t caused any issues, Axel. Just keep her with the guv’s Little, Heather, and she’ll feed her.”   “I brought bottles of breast milk from my wife,” Axel said. “Should be enough to feed her.”   “Hmm. Good job you came prepared then, eh? All right, move along.”   The gate opened as Master Sergeant Ealy ushered the truck in, and Axel drove into the tunnel, lit up by various smaller lights on the sides of the road, almost like twin airport runways on opposite ends, to both show the side and prevent other cars from hitting each other.   “He actually sounded nice,” Clover mused.   “He’s the only guard who is.” Axel’s voice was tense. “Just don’t do that from now on; none of the other guards will be that way with you, and Austin isn’t going to be here after this week.”   “What do you mean? He’s not in any trouble, is he?”   “No, far from it. Austin is on temporary assignment here; they rotate the guards monthly, and his month will be over, and he’ll be back at the frontlines on Saturday. He’s literally the only one of the guards I’ve met who has been nice; if it had been any other guard you said that to, they’d have sent you straight to my boss for a raise, and you and I would’ve both been punished.”   “For asking who a person is?” The marine was in disbelief at how power-mad these people were. “What the hell kind of place is this?!”   “Once we’re in here, talk to Heather, the teenaged Little. Interact with her. Ask her for advice on how to survive.” Axel’s voice was shaking. “I won’t lie to you, Clover because I know you’re smart. I know you’ve long since figured out that this is not an ideal workplace, much like Jyrry’s isn’t; this could be very dangerous. I can’t have Jyrgal know how dangerous the people here - Raven and Oriole aside - are because she would immediately come down on my behalf, and such a thing would open up a giant can of worms, and it would bring LES down on both of our asses.”   Clover’s eyes were tearing up, and Axel stopped the car, turning his head around and looking straight into her eyes, his gold-green eyes as gentle and fiercely protective as a father wolf to his pups, and it stopped her from crying…because she knew that he and Jyrgal truly cared about her wellbeing.   “But I swear to God Almighty, I will do everything in my power to protect you from any punishment. In return, you have to promise me to be careful, and whatever my boss or her two women underlings do - no matter what they do to me or Heather or anyone there - do not retaliate, please. Not with words, not with actions, nothing. If you don’t retaliate on my behalf, you will be safe because I’ll be damned before I let anyone hurt you.”   “Thank you, Dadd - Mr. Klopfenstein.” She quickly caught herself, as she realized what she almost said, clapping her hands to her mouth (thankfully, Anthony had been secured to her, so he didn’t drop to the floor).   Axel seemed to notice her reluctance. “I know I’m a poor replacement for a father,” he said, driving the car further into the area. “But I promise that I’ll do everything in my power to try to live up to the heights you deserve.”   And that’s so much more than my uncle ever did for me…   “Thank you, Mr. Klopfenstein,” she whispered, her tone grateful.   Soon enough, a giant building came into being, the roof built into the underground cavern with technology that was far beyond anything her dimension could produce. She noted that it was definitely for Amazons of all heights to come in, as Axel parked the car at a designated spot. He quickly got the Little and her plushie out, along with a giant bag that obviously was for her, slung easily over his shoulder.   “Hey, Axy!” a very fat bald man sneered at him before literally spitting at Axel’s feet (to Clover’s utmost disgust). “Your wife finally made you a cuck bitch? Gonna nurse your baby, cucky?”   “My wife’s busy at her own important work, Bertrand,” Axel said politely, although there was a steely calm in his tone. “And I’m just thankful I actually have an amazing, caring wife and a brilliant Little when you’ve been an incel your whole life.”   The fat man’s face turned purple with rage, but he entered through the large door without further comment. Unfortunately, he didn’t keep it open for Axel, who merely used his foot to pry it open while carrying Clover, as if he was used to all of his coworkers being raging assholes.   Clover decided that it would be for the best if she had her pacifier in her mouth; she remembered Axel’s words about his work, and she didn’t want to get him in trouble because of her. She immediately put it in, reluctantly sucking on it while holding Anthony close to her.   The Dome building was huge, filled with whirring machinery and gears, tubes that pulsated with electricity, pipes that were transporting things like water or such. The entirety of the workforce around the Dome seemed to be men, all dressed in gray jumpsuits in various states of use (with some being freshly washed like Axel’s; others with gross armpit stains and stains where she didn’t even want to imagine where they were from). All of them were looking at Axel and Clover with utter contempt, not even bothering to keep their voices low.   “Is it another tranny?” one of the men asked coldly.   “How should I know? I don’t fuck with she-males.”   “Hope I get to switch it again,” another sadistic man sneered.   “Maybe we should focus on the new one; the she-male’s getting boring.”   “Don’t say that; you know Tilly’s gonna make you The Bottom One if you disobey her.”   “HAH. You know that those two fucking she-males are always the ones getting to be The Bottom One; they’ve been alternating for a long while.”   “Still, if Tilly-”   “I ain’t gonna disobey her; I was just sayin’ it would be fun to switch a new Little…”   “HEY!” a deep female voice roared from a high-up place. Clover looked up to see a second floor that hadn’t noticed before (with no noticeable stairs), to see a woman, a really obese woman with extremely short red hair, pale white flabby skin, and huge jowls taking up most of her double-chins, wearing a black dress that almost seemed ready to burst with her stomach protruding almost as much as her breasts. “You lot shut up and do your work or I swear to fucking God, me and Yolanda are gonna make you all The Fucking Bottom One! Krauty! Our boss wants to see you and that thing!”   Clover noted the tenseness in Axel’s posture; obviously, it was a nickname he loathed, and she could completely understand why; it erased his entire identity and culture into something demeaning, like others had done to hers.   “Yes, Ms. Segal,” Axel replied back, his tone polite. “Of course. Is it needed immediately, or can I feed my Little her breakfast?”   “WHEN I SAY SHE WANTS TO SEE YOU AND IT, YOU AND IT SEE HER NOW!” Segal bellowed.   “Understood, Ms. Segal. I’ll do it now.”   Axel kept his head up high the entire time, Clover sucking on her pacifier nervously, as her caregiver walked to a nearby, looking at Segal roaring out instructions to the men on the ground floor, who quickly scurried to get her orders done as quickly and efficiently as possible before the elevator shut.   Clover saw only three floor buttons on the elevator: the main floor they were currently on, the second level, and a basement. Axel punched in a code quicker than she could see, and the elevator moved up and opened, with Segal greeting them, grabbing Axel’s wrist roughly.   “I’ll take you to see the boss lady now,” she sneered. “Bringing in some trashy whore to befriend the she-male, that’s a no-no, especially here.”   Clover didn’t speak, but her mind was racing in fear, as Segal dragged the man carrying her all across the walkway, through meandering hallways (with no doors), never letting go of his wrist until they were facing an office door that she knocked on.   “Yes, Yasmina dearie?” a soprano female voice echoed.   “Brought Krauty. He was in possession of a Little bitch. He knows the rules; all Littles here are your property.”   “Indeed. Tell him to come on in. You get the others in line, okay, Yasmina dearie?”   Yasmina Segal’s jowls seemed to quiver in delight at the prospect. “Of course!” She turned to Axel with a smile as ugly as she was and said cruelly, “Good luck, Krauty and you, Little bitch; you’ll both need it,” before lumbering away.   Axel opened the knob, and Clover was greeted with a room of luxury and terror.   It was a giant office room with luxurious carpet and pictures everywhere on the walls, pictures of a gorgeous woman with platinum blonde hair, icy-blue eyes with a look of cat-like curiosity, her breasts enormous on a body that was the pinnacle of feminine perfection and a very young woman - obviously a teenager…but a teen who looked adorable - with long golden-blonde hair, beautiful silver eyes, and wearing nothing but a diaper and a pink dress that barely covered her breasts and didn’t come close to covering the diaper. Even in the pictures, the fear in the smaller person’s eyes was palpable.   A playpen was in the corner of the room, unoccupied as of now, but a giant desk that Clover knew she’d never be able to reach, even if she stood on the chair, was in the middle, covered in yet more pictures, each one of the woman and the Little, each one with said Little having her expressions show more and more terror with each one, making the marine all the more scared. The comfortable chair was occupied by the woman in the pictures, lithe as a lioness, and wearing a blood-red dress. She was breastfeeding a much smaller person, the so-called “Little” that was also captured in the photographs.   “Hello, Klopfenstein,” the woman purred, pushing the Little’s face deeper into her left breast to her mumbling protests; obviously, she was being forced to feed to the point of getting sick. “Come to make an offering to the goddess?”   “I just want to do my job, to know that Clover is safe in your office, Ms. Teagan,” Axel responded, his tone polite and not giving anything away.   “If she’s safe? Why wouldn’t she be safe with me?” the woman, Ms. Teagan asked innocently, dropping the teen Little in the playpen from a height, where she babbled baby talk in a miserable, pained whine that made Clover wince, the unfortunate Little drooling out some of the milk while trying to swallow it all. “Surely you know me well after months and months of working here?”   “I do.”   “Then what’s the fuss?”   “I promised my wife I’d keep-”   “Ah, ah, ah.” Ms. Teagan wagged a perfectly manicured crimson fingernail. “Your wife means nothing to me, Klopfenstein. Don’t forget, I own you all, and I’m always on the hunt for a new conquest.”   “Ms. Teagan, I only wish to know that Clover will be safe. I know your word is good…and I’m willing to complete the daily task to ensure that.”   Ms. Teagan’s eyes glittered with cruel delight. “Well, that certainly changes things,” she said in a honeyed tone that made Clover shiver, knowing it was something very bad. “You, deciding to be The Bottom One after letting your former friends alternate doing it, not speaking up like a cowardly worm…you really care about this Little, don’t you?”   “I do.”   “There is one other thing you could do for me to ensure your Little’s safety and not have to be in that position.”   “I’m sorry, but my marriage vows make it off the table.” Axel’s voice was firm.   “Even though your wife might end up leaving you for good after being The Bottom One?”   What the fuck is The Bottom One?   “I’ll take that chance. I swore faithfulness to my wife, as she did with me. She’s not the type of woman to leave because of that.”   “Hmph. You’re no fun. Very well. Report to Yolanda on the lowest level. She’ll set you straight, Axy, honey.”   Axel didn’t say anything more as he put Clover in the same playpen as the other Little. It was a bit cramped with the other Little and her toys, especially when he put the diaper bag in…like he wasn’t expecting himself to use it for her, scaring the marine a bit.   “I’ll be back soon,” he whispered in her ear, causing the other Little to babble in a frightened tone.   “Okay, Mr. Klopfenstein.”   Then Axel was out of the door, and his boss towered over Clover.   “Well, aren’t you a tiny one? Smaller than even mine…I wonder if I could use nanites to make her smaller…I’m Matilda. Matilda Teagan. My Little is Heather Teagan, and she’s sometimes…well, maybe not as well-behaved as you seem. Feel like nursing from a real woman?”   “My Mommy already pumped yesterday for me,” Clover said, taking out her pacifier, barely even realizing what she was saying.   “Aww, shame. Breast milk directly from the source…Heather can assure you that there’s nothing like it, right?”   Heather merely nodded, obviously afraid to speak in her defense, clearly counting down the ten minutes before she could speak normally again.   “So why not try it? You can…or I can find…other options.”   “I think I’ll be fine with my bottles, thank you,” Clover answered again.   “Hmm…just make sure not to be difficult; not everyone is as nice as I am.”   Clover knew that Matilda was the cruelest person in the entire place, even over Yasmina and Yolanda, especially judging by poor Heather’s trembling body, as the marine noted the horrible scars all over the teenager’s legs, arms, and body. It took every ounce of self-control not to scream at the horrible bitch, knowing that it would only hurt her, Axel, and possibly Heather as well.   “I understand,” she said, using all of her self-control. “I just wish to obey my Mommy.”   “I’m sure I could be an excellent Mommy for a bit. If not on you…” Matilda chuckled, and Clover didn’t know what to think of it. Wasn’t that bitch already a so-called “Mommy”?   Be polite, don’t cause trouble…   “I’m sorry, but I’m not sure what you mean by that…?”   “And you will! In the meantime, don’t worry your fuzzy little head over my words; babies like you have no need for adult words.”   Clover felt a tap on her shoulder and saw the other Little open her arms for a hug. The marine merely sighed in reluctance before embracing…and she heard the other Little whisper in a tiny tone loud enough for only her, the ten minutes up. The girl’s hushed voice was sad, frightened, timid, and defeated all at once.   “M-M-Mommy’s not talking about Mommying you or me…”   Clover instantly caught on to what Heather meant, her eyes growing wide and filling with tears as she realized just how depraved Matilda was.   That bitch of a boss was talking about Axel.   -   Hope y'all enjoyed~