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I really like that this is a DD story where the relationship between Amazons and Littles seems so healthy (at least for the main characters) and that the "adults" also listen to John when he tells something and they also realize that this is a really good idea.

Hey everyone! The story is moving right along and there’s only four more chapters to go after this one. As such, I should definitely be finishing up by next week sometime. When I get to my second to last chapter, I should have a much better idea of when the final chapter will be up, and I’ll let you all know then. Also, based on the timing of everything, I will most likely be getting right into my next story soon after and then take a bit of a longer break after that. If everything goes how I think it will, I’m going to need some time to prepare for whatever story comes after my break. Next, as a reminder, I’m now polling between two stories to figure out what I should write next. The two choices are listed out in chapter 2, so be sure to check them out and let me know. As I will announce my winner in my last chapter, that would be the deadline for you to make your opinion known. As usual, I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter! Chapter 12: How Mad Can One Big Get? Before this life, I had never really thought of myself as a strong person. I had survived the wars and the pollution and even when the Bigs came to Earth, but through all that, I had stayed small and out of the way. I had survived, but I hadn’t fought. I wasn’t ashamed of that by any means, considering that most who did, didn’t make it, but I hadn’t challenged myself fully in that survivability situation before. Now, with Nancy, I had found a willpower I never knew I had. Days unending of our back-and-forth standoff were starting to take a toll on me, and with the weekends without my magical stuffy helping me push through and keep my maturity, I could tell I was starting to slip. Still though, I found an inner strength to push forward and wait for Omega Force to do something to help me out. I wasn’t sure of what exactly, but it was a tiny ray of hope that I had been hanging onto for a while now.   Such sentiments had to be placed on hold for now though. Today, to my chagrin, was yet another LPS inspection by Agent Vannessa Dawson. It had been the fourth time since I had been here, but to be honest, I had been so regressed with the last two that I had barely remembered them even happening. I just remember an unsmiling lady come to the house and ask a bunch of questions about me. According to Nancy however, despite her insistence that it was the daycare’s fault in those inspections, Agent Dawson had still noted several concerns, even on the last visit where I had already started to bounce back. Now that Nancy had essentially taken on a new personality entirely, she kept emphasizing how this visit had to go perfectly. She knew that if it didn’t, her whole world would come crashing down as I would likely be taken away from her custody in that scenario. Now, on the one hand, I wanted to end my time with Nancy as soon as possible. It was probably the sanest thought I had in the past few weeks by now, but one factor always held me back. If Nancy was in fact taken away from me, I would never see her again, which would honestly be okay by me, but I would also be alone. In this dimension, being alone meant going back into the foster system, like Mrs. Tatum’s house, or possibly more likely if I went through enough rejections from other Bigs, Garden Gate Hospital. So, as the doorbell rang, I bolted up straight and tried to relax my breathing. I honestly had no idea how I wanted today to go, but I just knew that whatever the outcome, Nancy had to keep thinking it went well. Even if it didn’t, I needed her to think it did. Otherwise, I knew without a doubt that I would be in for a world of hurt tonight. “Hello again there, Agent Dawson!” Nancy cheerfully greeted the still stoic LPS agent. She looked exactly like how I remembered her, but looking down at myself, I knew I had changed since her first visit, the only one of the three I could actually remember. My pink bubble romper left little to the imagination that I was thickly diapered unearth, and while the coverage wasn’t amazing elsewhere most of the time, it was still nice to wear on a hot late summer day like today. “Hello Nancy,” Agent Dawson said in a monotone voice. I expected her to remain that way for her entire visit, but in seconds, she spotted me, and her face surprisingly lit up. “Oh? Is Emma better from last time?” she asked Nancy. “I’m gettin’ bettuh,” I said defiantly, still not liking when other Bigs talked about me rather than to me. For someone like an LPS agent, I felt she should have known better. “Oh!” she exclaimed, clearly shocked over just how different I was as compared to her last visit, one that apparently had happened only days before my reawakening with Patch. “I’m so sorry, Emma. Last time I was here, you could barely lift your head, let alone talk. To see you now… truly miraculous I’d say.” I could hear the genuine shocked tone of her voice and I was just happy she wasn’t putting on a show. I held a little hope that maybe she could be a potential ally for myself, but with Nancy still standing there, I knew I still had to play my cards right. “I jus’ got bettuh aftuh my stuffy fweed me. Ih was hawd buh I’m getting’ bettuh evwy day,” I said triumphantly. For her part, Agent Dawson smiled down on me and seemed happy with my new state. “Oh, that’s just so wonderful to hear. At LPS, we always hope that something goes a little whacky off the norm and we can save a Little.” She then turned back to Nancy. “You must be so happy now. I mean, what Big wouldn’t be, right?” I could see that Nancy was not in fact happy right then, but I could also see the front she was putting on for the kindly agent as well. “Truly a miracle… just as you said.” I wondered what she was really thinking, but I was just grateful that for now at least, the peace remained. “Yes… absolutely, but I guess I better get to my inspection today.” She proceeded up the stairs but then paused about halfway up. “Are you two coming or what?” Nancy and I looked at each other suspiciously and we both could see the confusion there as well. Nancy had gone before, but this time, Agent Dawson was asking for both of us. Still hating each other in our own ways by now but both not wanting to show any issues, we both nodded to the other, and Nancy soon picked me up and placed me on her hip and walked to follow Agent Dawson upstairs. The next hour or so was spent with Agent Dawson looking over various appliances and furniture items in the house. Half of the time, I thought she was looking for hidden locks or switches on nearly every item. It seemed that if it was large enough to conceal a slice of bread, she wanted to inspect it thoroughly. It was annoyingly time consuming but keeping my precarious situation in the front of my mind, I didn’t make a peep. After each room, Agent Dawson would also ask us several questions. “Do you all ever sleep in the same room?” “Do you have a sleeping habit?” “What is your favorite food?” “Which is your favorite outfit?” Things like that mostly, but occasionally, she would ask a question and get a response back that she didn’t seem to favor. Nothing outwardly shocking mind you, but behind her smile, her eyes told a different story. It wasn’t long before I felt pretty confident that something was seeming wrong to her. Eventually though, we made it back downstairs and inspected the rest of the inside and then outside of the house. The routine kept up from Agent Dawson, but after inspecting the last flower outside, she turned back to us. “Good. Very good. No poisonous plants out here. You wouldn’t believe how many plants have been pulled in the last week alone just because a Little could be poisoned by them.” I gulped and had never even thought about something like that. When I was mentally younger, with the little movement I had, I always wanted to put something in my mouth. I wasn’t sure why, but I was now at least a smidge grateful that Nancy had mostly kept me indoors for that time. Otherwise, I might have chewed something I shouldn’t have and then probably would have laughed right afterward from my ignorance of it all before poisoning myself. “Now then…” Agent Dawson began again, looking back up from her tablet where I saw several markings all over the page. I really wanted to get a sneak peek, but she soon shut the device off. “One last thing to do. I just need to interview Emma.” I swear that Nancy almost dropped me right there, but she regained her composure at the last minute and set me on the ground. “I… I…” I could tell she was nervous, and considering I didn’t do this the last time, I felt Nancy might have had a legitimate reason for being nervous. The question for me though was: should I be nervous? “It’s okay, Miss Donahue,” Agent Dawson said directly but calmly. “I just need to ask her a few questions. You know… protocol and all that. Don’t want you all to get dinged because of something stupid and small like an interview now, right?” It seemed Agent Dawson knew how Nancy ticked very well. In moments, Nancy’s smile returned. “Oh, no, no. Please… interview Emma all you’d like.” In her haste, she practically shoved me toward Agent Dawson. I almost giggled due to the sheer amount of effort she was putting into her little show just for Agent Dawson. I swear she even almost gagged on her words. It was a tiny moment of triumph, but as Agent Dawson then took my hand and led me back inside, while Nancy stayed outside, I realized one major glaring issue was now before me. Agent Dawson and I were going to be alone, and there was a reason for that. Starting to get a little nervous as to the purpose of this chat inside on the couch, Agent Dawson dropped me on one of the larger cushions and sat down beside me. “Now, Emma. Seeing that Nancy is now gone, I want you to tell me the truth.” ‘Oof.’ Agent Dawson wasted no time and went straight to the heart of the matter. Still fearing Nancy though or the possible repercussions of ratting on her, I decided to play dumb. “Wh’ do you mean? What twoof? Nancy iss nice to me an’…” “Skip the act, Emma,” Agent Dawson said, now glaring at me intently. She was clearly not convinced over my little act. “See, I know what goes on around this area. I may not be watching all the time, but I’ve got sources that say you’ve been having problems with Nancy. It doesn’t take genius to see the pattern of regression and the back-and-forth mentality in a Little. I wasn’t born yesterday you know…” I sighed and felt my heart freeze in fear. I shouldn’t have underestimated Agent Dawson, and I felt I was on a knifes edge, balancing between my freedom and reprisals from Nancy’s revenge if I ratted on her. I wasn’t sure what to do, but with Agent Dawson peering down intently from in front of me, I felt like my options were limited. So, I tried one more time to obfuscate. “She’s jus’ a widdle… hawd on me. I dink she wans me to be young again. Imma be okay… weally.” To my shock, Agent Dawson rolled her eyes. “Oh please. Don’t tell me you believe all that hogwash, do you?” She gave me a moment to consider, and I could see the desperation and genuine concern on her face. I didn’t want to out Nancy for her treatment of me, knowing what it would mean for my future, but I didn’t want to lie to protect her either. So, I sighed and opted for the truth and shook my head. “Good. That’s what I thought.” Agent Dawson smiled and then looked outside. Nancy was clearly trying to listen in to us while also seeming nonchalant about the whole thing. I gulped and hid quickly behind the cushions to ensure I wasn’t seen staring back at her. There’s no telling what my punishment would be if she even suspected me of doing something to out her or move against her being my caregiver anymore. Agent Dawson sighed. “Yeah… darn shame about Nancy. She was such a good caregiver too. During my last visit though, you weren’t really with it, but I could see the cogs turning in her mind. She wanted to change to become your mommy or whatnot, but I could see it needed to be a bit more uncovered still. Sometimes that side of a Big is… sometimes it isn’t. By now, I’m pretty certain that you know that other side of her was uncovered, right?” I dropped my head in shame. “Wha’ tipped you off dis time?” I asked, curious as to where Nancy or I had gone wrong with our attempt at a cover up. Agent Dawson seemed to waver back and forth for a minute. “Eh… hard to say really. You all put up a marvelous front, but there’s more evidence her in the subtlety of things.” She paused and looked around before pointing to a nearby book. “Nancy could be reading something like that to you, however, from the grape jelly thumbprint on the front cover, I’m assuming you could read it and maybe even have recently, but then I don’t see any workbooks here dedicated to helping you relearn those or any other type of skills. It’s honestly one of the reasons why we visit Littles soon after they arrive to a new caregiver’s house.” “Wha’ do you mean by dat?” My curiosity was now definitely piqued as I started to see the more ‘human’ side of Agent Dawson. She was always such a stiff, but now, I felt like she was opening up to me more now than ever before. “Well,” she continued, “it’s about changes. If you came here with mental deficits already, Nancy could be none the wiser as a Big conditioned to think that Littles are nothing more than babies. But she saw you more or less as an adult. She even treated you like one as much as she could in this society. So, now, when I see that you might just be able to read again and not see any resources around to help you out, especially coming from such a focused caregiver like Nancy… something just doesn’t add up. And that’s just one example around here.” I raised my eyebrows in curiosity to see if I could hear anymore. Agent Dawson seemed to take notice of my non-verbal cue. “Well, for example, the diapers you have are top brand but are mostly used to ensure that Littles experience their loss of potty training by needing to be changed often, leaking, or releasing chemicals into the body most often associated with shame when interacting with wetness. Or your food… some of the worst combinations for Littles who also have the mental capacity to read. As I said… it’s more about all the little things adding up.” We then sat there for a moment in silence. I still wasn’t sure what I should do. If I did any of my next steps wrong, I could literally regret it for the rest of my life. Nancy was powerful against me, and she now had friends to back her up. At the same time though, I knew something had to change, so taking a breath, I took my shot. “So, wha’s nex den?” Agent Dawson smiled and rubbed my shoulder. “I’m glad to hear that you’re willing for some change, Emma. I know it can be scary doing something like this, but I’ll put your name on our books right after I leave here. It won’t be anything official, but if something ever happens… say out in public, that citation will then be visible and can be used against Nancy if needed in court.” I rubbed my fingers together and tried to slow my breathing down from my nerves getting to me. Agent Dawson quickly saw. “She’s threatened you, right?” I was so desperate to look outside to see if Nancy was looking in, but I just sank further into the couch and then nodded my head. Agent Dawson sighed and cracked her fist. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Emma. That must be terrible… worse than I probably can even imagine, but I need you to do one thing for me.” I looked up from my tiny nervous ticks. “I need you to just stay put for now. I just happen to know that you have a few people on your side at this point. I know it’s probably not what you want to hear, but just hold on. Hold on for a little while longer and help will come to you. You have my word on that, okay?” She was right when she said it wasn’t what I wanted to hear, but like with Bree and Omega Force, it was something I could hold onto. The little scraps of hope being laid at my feet were almost nothing compared to the wrath of Nancy when she really got going, but I knew I didn’t have much choice in this matter. So, a tiny shred of hope to leave was more than I could have ever hoped for at this point. Most Littles never got such a gift at this stage in the game here. Feeling the hope add a little more protection and buoyancy to my spirits, I nodded. “I’ll twy… Iss weally, weally hawd, buh’ I’ll twy…” Agent Dawson smiled and rubbed my shoulder once more. “Thank you, Emma.” She then wrote a few things down in her tablet and looked back up at me. “Now, just follow my lead. I’m going to get Nancy back in here and tell her everything went well. She should be convinced and if… though more like when she asks you what we talked about, just talk about daycare and if you have a special friend in your life, okay?” I nodded quickly and Agent Dawson stood up, smiled at me once more, and then went over to let Nancy back in. As she told me, Agent Dawson passed this inspection off with full colors and soon left. When Nancy did ask me about what had happened, I remembered my cover story and repeated that we talked about daycare and Patch. Seemingly satisfied, Nancy walked away and left me to my own devices. I wasn’t sure what would come of our meeting today, but it was something I could keep buried in my heart. During public diaper changes or feedings of rutabaga and spinach, I could pull out that tiny sliver and boost my faith that yes, one day, something would change around here. For today though, once Agent Dawson left, it was just back to business as usual for a Sunday. I was fed lunch and seeing the nice weather out and wanting to celebrate, Nancy soon hauled me and my diaper bag into the car and drove off to the mall. Finally wheeling me inside, I was still flabbergasted over the sheer size of the building before me. Back on Earth, a mall this size could have easily been one of the largest in the world if going off only of square footage. To Bigs though, it was just another shopping mall that one could find all over the world here. Still, to me, I always felt a little smaller as I gazed around the granite, marble, steel, and glass floors and walls of the mall. Plus, the amount of people in here was enough to put anyone out of breath and was actually one of the few times I really actually did enjoy my stroller. It kept me out of the way of people and allowed me to retain my energy for other times where I could use it more effectively. The only downside of course was that I had no say in the direction that we were headed. I could fuss, sure, but at best, that might just elicit a chuckle from Nancy over my futile attempts to control things. So, when we entered Littleworld, I could only sit back and accept my fate for today. “Oh, look at this sweetie! Isn’t this just the cutest?” Nancy asked rhetorically to me as she held up a tiny little sundress from one of the aisles. We had come in here before, but Nancy was taking things to whole new levels today. Before today, we would usually just shop in the toddler section of the store. Of course, there were more classifications to that broad definition of a Little, but it was just something I kind of held onto, as it actively avoided any association to my previous sections of both baby and newborn when I had been more mentally regressed. Unfortunately, Nancy seemed deadest on solely shopping in the baby section of the store today. Looking around, I knew it could always be worse. Littleworld specialized in regression clothing, furniture, and objects designed to subjugate all Littles to ‘their rightful place,’ or at least that’s what one of the Big moms had said the other day at the park. Looking around and seeing every item I had ever come to loathe was a sobering smack to my reality. This morning, I was making plans with Agent Dawson to get me stay strong and out from Nancy’s grasp. As our time in the store progressed, however, I kept seeing that particular future become more and more distorted. If Nancy got her way, I knew I wouldn’t last another few months. If Agent Dawson or Omega Force had given me a date, I could have held onto something tangible, but every babyish item Nancy loaded into the cart was another hit to my resolve to stay strong. I knew I had other people in my life to help me out, but more often than not, I felt utterly alone on days like today. “Ooh! We need more bottles to take to daycare with you, baby!” Nancy cooed and practically screamed out as she raced her cart over to the feeding section of the store. Already, I knew if I stayed with Nancy after today, my future wardrobe would mainly consist of short dresses, rompers, onesies, and other assorted purely babyish bits of clothing. Still, we were in a public place, so for now at least, I knew that my anger and rebellion had to stay in check. If I acted out too soon, Nancy could catch on and later show it as evidence of my maturosis. It was an archaic term by now apparently, but south of New Columbia, several medical practices and courts still accepted the broad term to justify their babying of any Little acting out. So, even as Nancy filled in the cart with more You-Ni-Corn and Monkeez diapers and bottles of formula labeled ‘Tabers,’ I just remained quiet and obedient. In effect, I was the perfect Little for Nancy. In here, I had no other choice. Once Nancy finally offloaded the last of her purchased supplies to the moving truck, a free service the store provided to be able to have it all be delivered right to one’s house, Nancy and I exited the store. She grabbed herself a pretzel and she even offered me some ice cream, but I promptly declined. I had learned the other day from Anna to avoid it at all costs if I didn’t want to temporarily regress and almost immediately fill my diaper on the spot. So, the day proceeded like any other day at the mall with Nancy lately. She would push me around from store to store and even ended up changing my diaper at one point. Again, I shut my eyes, and willed myself into silence as I waited for the process to be over as soon as possible. Finally, though, Nancy started to head toward the exit, but a large poster advertising a new fragrance suddenly appeared in one of the holographic advertisement boards on the wall. “Would you look at that!” Nancy exclaimed, looking back at the stunning blonde woman in the advert. “She almost kinda looks like me, don’t you think?” I stared back at the tall Big blonde woman now standing before me. She looked like Nancy a little bit, but there was a sultry look that I had never seen Nancy express before. Also, and this could have just been me projecting at that point, but the woman in the advert also looked like she adored the Little woman cradled tightly in her arms… not exactly something I associated with Nancy anymore. Still, I had to tell her what she wanted to hear. “Sure… I can see it…” I knew it was the answer Nancy was looking for as soon as the words escaped my mouth. “Yeah…” Nancy dreamily whispered as she continued to gawk at the image. “Maybe that could be us again one day…” This time, I knew she wanted me to agree to that, but I was horrified over the prospect of ending up like those two. Beyond the fact that the Little was clearly nearly a newborn, she was also blonde, which I definitely wasn’t. And, as if to confirm my worst fear about the comparison, Nancy spoke up once more. “You know… I don’t have the supplies with me today, but maybe after daycare tomorrow, I could dye your hair. I bet you would just absolutely love that!” With that, Nancy then strolled me right out of the mall and to the hot summery day. It was all beautiful, but I was too distracted at that point. Now, don’t get me wrong. I had dyed my hair dozens of times in the past. Red, green, blue, and yes, even blonde, but each was a fad, and more importantly, my choice. Someone dying my hair wasn’t the worst that could happen to me, but it was a body modification. Nancy had screwed around with my mind for months now, inadvertently or not, but my body was still very much the same. Granted, I supposed one could argue that with the way my mentality changed, it then affected me physically, but there was still that proverbial line in the sand. Now that Nancy seemed to almost want us to be twins, as she practically was squealing now regarding that prospect, I felt we were about to cross a terrible line. On its own, it was just dying my hair. As I said, I had done it before, but in this society, a Big crossing that line meant a lot more. It meant that, whether a Little wanted it or not, their Big was willing to change what they looked like. Especially if they did it without any guilt afterward, it probably meant that other modifications were in store. While modification surgery had largely been banned by now, nanotechnology still existed and there was no telling what Nancy could do with something like that. So, needless to say, I was a little distressed by the time we got back home and even through dinner and the small amount of free time I had afterward. By the time I was given my bath and rediapered, I could tell that Nancy knew that something was off. So, in her true form, she offered me a release to it all. “How about I read you a story tonight, huh? You always used to like it when I did that before. Maybe we could start it up again tonight?” Life is all about the little choices we make in it. Turn left or right, up or down. It was just inevitable, but in this society, chances changed everything in the blink of an eye. I knew and could see that Nancy was trying tonight to get through to me. A bastion of her old personality bubbled to the surface and there was a tiny part of me that wanted to just embrace the feeling once again… but I just couldn’t let things go. I’ll never know what might have happened that night if I had chosen to just snuggle into her, but right then, I could only think of showing her up. I wanted revenge, to spit in her eye with everything she had put me through. I know turning the other cheek is a whole philosophy which most Little embrace, but right then, I wasn’t thinking that way at all. So, I nodded my head. As Nancy chose and then opened ‘If You Give an Alces a Koulouri,’ my mind almost snapped. This woman was offering a peace gesture to me, but she had also been the one who had started this standoff in the first place. She had spanked me, drugged me, degraded me, and was still trying to control and change everything about who I was. I knew she was a good person buried down deep, but her actions spoke much louder than that sliver that could have been there of who she used to be. I didn’t want peace. I wanted to conflict. Nancy began. “If you give an Alces a koulouri…” Her vile betrayal was laid out all before me. She was trying to be so sweet and kind as she pointed out the Alces shown clear as day on the first page. Like all good readers to kids, she made sure to pause to give me a second to look at the beautifully illustrated pictures. So, I seized my moment. Half-remembered when I used to read it out loud myself, some of the words still seemed mixed up in my head and of course my words didn’t come out as they used to, but I began to read. “Den he’ll wan’ so’ cweam cheese ta go awon’ wiff…” And that was about as far as I got into the book. Nancy soon slammed it shut and looked at me with hatred in her eyes. I knew I was in deep trouble now, having basically, in her mind at least, just spat in her offered hand of peace to me. Not seeing any other choice with my fate, I wanted to at least go out with some pride and a smidge of fight left in me. It seemed though that Nancy wanted to break any of that defiance out of me. In moments, she thrust me off her lap and stood up as she gazed down with pure virulent hatred strutted about her scrunched face. “I just wanted… I just wanted a little bonding with you! Why can’t you get that? I know you’re not regressed anymore, but are you such a stupid baby now that you can’t understand a peace offering when it’s handed to you? We could have had a nice night, but no! You had to go and ruin it! Why can’t you just be my little baby again?” All her anger and sadness came to the surface at once like some dormant volcano and was now spewing out everywhere all over me. I cowered a bit in fear. I had wanted something to change, break, or just anything to happen, and I guess I got my wish. Too scared to say anything back to her now though, Nancy seemed to just take it as more of an insult to her. She immediately bounded over and grabbed ‘big sting’ from nearby. My eyes bulged in fear, but that was nothing compared to when she grabbed both my hands in one of hers and began to smack my rear end with the paddle with her other. Still padded, it took a second for the blows to really be felt, but once they were, there was no turning that sensation off. Tears flooded my eyes and my wails echoed off the walls of my nursery. “Why! Can’t! You! Just be! My! Baby!” At almost every single one of her words, another spank rained down on my padded rear. Again, she would occasionally miss and hit my thighs. Like thousands of bee stings all at once, her strength easily outmatched mine and I could only shiver in fear and horror over my current fate. I had poked the hornets’ nest hoping for any change, but I knew I probably poked a little too hard this time. I didn’t do much, but my single act of defiance and show of maturity was likely just too much for Nancy to handle. Losing count after 40 this time, I was proud of myself for counting so high once again, but I was in too much pain to really care about that fact right then. Instead, I just hung loosely from Nancy’s still tight grip of my hands above my head. I just waited for the spanking to be over. After the last spank though, Nancy bent down and glared menacingly back at me. “You just had to go and show that you wanted to be a big girl again, huh?” I didn’t make any noise or movement. “Well, I know just what to do to fix that. Bee sent me something two weeks ago in the mail, and it’s illegal in most places now, but I think I’m done playing by the rules anymore. There’s a change coming, Emma. Be happy that you won’t care in a week’s time about it.” I wondered what she even meant by that, but my thoughts were soon interrupted as Nancy soon piled me under her arm and ran down the stairs and plopped me into my bouncer. I was stunned for a few seconds until my rear cried out in the tremendous pain of being stretched across the seating. My tender flesh was easily exposed to the padding back there, and while the stinging went away somewhat after a moment, I knew that sitting down was going to be a problem for the next few days at least. In the kitchen though, Nancy was making something. I wasn’t sure what exactly, but I could at least see her preparing a solution of some kind from several black tubs of powder, each colored with red, yellow, or green labels. Knowing her threat against me now, I doubted I would like what was in just a single one of them… let alone all three. Nancy then returned and shook up the large container in her hands. The substance inside of it seemed milky, but it was too chunky to be just milk and it was too bluish green to be a milkshake. Nancy clearly saw my confused face over this new substance she had. “This, Emma, is a concoction designed specifically for a little place out west. I really can’t talk about it, but D.C. has some pretty powerful toys they play with, and Bee just managed to snag me two of them. The first, is this.” She then came over to me and despite my adamant squirming, attached some sort of head gear to me with the container strapped in at the top. “Perfect! Fits like a glove. Now… where’d it go…? Ah!” She then picked up another object, but one I quickly recognized as a pacifier. I still wasn’t hooked on them, but I knew enough about them to know that tubes shouldn’t be coming out from the end of it. “Now, open wide.” I refused, but Nancy smacked me right on the thigh. I cried out, but Nancy had played her dirty trick and quickly inserted the bulb into my now open mouth. Strapping it around my head, seconds later, I was rendered mute. Nancy then stood up and turned on the TV in front of me. “Should’ve done this a long time ago. I don’t care what that blasted daycare has cooking… after a few times with this, you won’t be coming back so easily.” The TV flicked on, but to my surprise, a pleasant cartoon just started playing. From above, Nancy just grinned back at me, so I knew it couldn’t be good. Still, I could close my eyes, so, I did. “No, no, baby.” Nancy then strutted over to me and messed around with something above my head. I wondered what she had done, but slowly, the bluish green milky substance slowly began to trickle down and right toward my pacifier. I tried to fight tasting whatever it was, but soon, I was powerless to stop it. Unfortunately, as soon as it hit my tongue, I knew it was at least partially made of breastmilk, and my conditioned babyish instincts soon took over as I began to nurse on the pacifier. To my horror, all my brain could think right then was, ‘Why won’t this stupid thing go any faster? I’m hungry and I want my milk now!’ It was terrible, but all my fight, including the impulse to close my eyes, soon faded away. I had lost big time tonight, and Nancy knew it. Donning a pair of earplugs, she came over to me and smirked. “Well, I guess I’ll just leave you to it. Not sure how long this will last, but then again, I’m not sure how long you’re going to last either.” She smiled once more and walked away. “Sweet dreams, baby Emma…” The lights were then flicked off and my eyes focused ever closer on the screen before me. My mind, ambition, and whole being soon went into the playful and colorful cartoon before me and the delicious substance soon entered my mouth. Both tugged on to my desires equally and just as one began to lose my interest, the other would pick it right back up. Soon, my body felt fuzzy, and my head felt dazed. I wasn’t sure about pretty much anything anymore, but I knew I had pushed too far tonight. In a perfect world, it shouldn’t be my fault, but in this society and Nancy’s own screw-up mind, despite everything else she had done to me, I was the one who broke the peace between us. Now, I was the one facing the consequences. It was a terrible thought, and for a moment, I just wanted to stop fighting completely. Unfortunately, that was the last thing I could remember as I slowly drifted off and into my dreamy wonder of the show before me. Memory and thoughts meant nothing… only the desire to see more and feed more. I had no idea how long any of this would last, but right then, I didn’t care at all as I succumbed to all the new feelings surging throughout my body now.

Dahlia’s face turned a beet red as she once again let out a little moan. It worked for a moment! Just a little bit spurted out into her diaper, they both could feel it! But now that it was opened, even if just for a moment, it hurt like hell to try and keep it closed! But Dahlia had to! If she went now, she’d pee all over Francine’s hand!

While the spanks did not hurt due to just how full her diaper was, any hopes of Katherine to stop crying just went down the drain. Panicked and afraid, the poor intern started to wail uncontrollably. 

Francine smiled and sat down in front of her, taking her hands. "Relax princess..." she whispered. "Here, let me help." She cooed and put her hand in the diaper, gently tickling right above her crotch to hopefully encourage her to let go. She didn't want to squeeze her out like an orange! The girl needed to go on her own, and squeezing her would take away her agency!