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    • Hey everyone! Sorry for the late posting, but looking back now at the end, it’s kind of interesting to me the process of writing these stories. I’m definitely a planter, which means that while I do plan out my stories (which is one of the reasons they can go up so fast, relatively speaking), I also let the stories grow naturally. This chapter essentially ends how I wanted it to, but with vastly different results, which just took a little extra time to make right. I won’t go into details about what could have been, but I think some of you would have loved it, while others may have hated it. With this version though, I think I’ve struck a nice medium. No final explosions or anything, but a good way to end all this, nonetheless. In this same thought, I didn’t even realize that I had inadvertently created a trilogy from this story as well. I knew I had formed some loose connections with The Opening story, but in writing this story, I made many connections to another as of yet unwritten story. I definitely think you all will like the black ops and revenge plot lines in that one when it eventually comes out, but I just felt it was something to note here at the end as a curiosity of sorts to me.   That being said, speaking of the future, I will be choosing the follow-up story with Miss G. I added up the votes on here and those sent to me privately, and there was a tie between this story and the Boys Maturity Reform story. From now until about the middle of September, I have three trips coming up and so my time will be more limited in writing these stories. The follow-up with Miss G is hovering around only about ten chapters now from my initial outline. These outlines aren’t always accurate (especially considering this story was originally only 15 chapters in the first outline), so it could be longer, but the Boys Maturity Reform Story has been more fleshed out and is almost 40 chapters. I will definitely include it and the Bethany story (getting a few votes as well) in future polls, but I think the follow-up story with Miss G has been waiting in my back pocket for long enough. Speaking of the vote here, I also want to note that there were fewer votes noted in this story than others. I think I will still continue my polls, but I am curious to the lower-than-expected numbers going into this vote. I’ve been contemplating linking to a separate poll website (rather than strictly keeping a tally on a sticky note next to my computer), but I will let you all know if this happens. I think there could be an issue of not wanting to post publicly, and I understand that, but more numbers for these future stories could be more accurate with what you all want. Looking ahead though, I have no idea when I will start posting this story. It’s not one of my truly shorter stories, so it will definitely bump up against my previously noted several trips coming up. Instead of postponing though, I will try to work around them to get another story out there ASAP. This will mean that there could be a week or longer gaps in the next month or so with my postings, but I’ll try to write and edit as much as I can in the meantime. Next, I also just want to thank everyone sincerely for their support of this story on here. I have ‘won’ several more days since posting this story, and many of your all’s comments have been truly wonderous to read. I always love when the comment section almost takes on a life of its own regarding plot speculations and playful banter. To be perfectly honest, I was thinking that due to the lack of most regression elements in the majority of the plot line for the main character or even mostly for the secondary character, this story may never be a success on here. Regardless of my feelings or desire to be right most of the time, I am glad that you all have proven me wrong in this case. Finally, I hope everyone enjoys this next and final chapter of this story! Chapter 30: L.R.G. It was a glorious sight to see when both LRG and LPS members faced their just punishments. The state government legislature in Aprisium made a spectacle of it, and while some believed that undercut the seriousness of what happened in what amounted to nearly the past year, most believed it served as a valuable and equal warning to our society. With both trials happening simultaneously, it showed that Bigs and government agencies were not above the law. Many had speculated that Bigs or the government could escape retribution when it came to Littles, but the trials proved different. Of course, some of the lower tier members on trial only received a stain on their records and extended community service, befitting their crime, but many were shipped out west. As such, Dark Cliff got a fairly substantial load from the incident regarding both Bigs and Littles. It fueled the fires of speculations that Bigs were being shipped elsewhere or something funky was going on, considering Dark Cliff was supposed to be just for Littles, but by the end of March, those rumors mostly just appeared on government conspiracy websites. Curious to most though, despite the press and many members of LRG put on display, the actual name of the organization of the Littles on trial was never publicly acknowledged or announced. LPS members, my family, and a handful of Littles knew that it was LRG who was on trial, but the media remained silent about the Little’s affiliation. “I can’t believe the media won’t even give LRG credit for all this!” Paul complained as he sat back on the couch after another rogue member from LRG was sent to Dark Cliff Prison. “It’s like they never even existed!” I sighed and turned off the TV without notice. “Hey!” Paul complained, now trying to grab the remote from my hand high above his head. “I was watching that!” “No…” I corrected, “you were complaining about it and then you would have moped about it, like you have for the past few weeks now. I don’t know why LRG isn’t being mentioned by the media, but neither of us can do anything about it. I’m very sorry, but it’s time we move on.” I placed the remote on the kitchen table and then turned back to Paul with a sigh but in an attempt to raise his feelings as well. “How about instead of watching all that again, you go over to Roger’s? I’m sure he would love to pl… hang out with you today.” Paul groaned, but knowing he was hitting a brick wall with me by now, only grabbed his coat and headed over. As I stared through the window, I sent Maggie a quick text telling her that he was headed over. Since she had noticed Paul looking gloomier than before when he first got home and seeing that Roger had been lonely without an equal like him lately, she made a fully open offer of her house whenever Paul wanted to come over. I had extended the same offer, and it even got to the point where we would message each other whenever we weren’t going to be at home, just in case. As soon as I got the ‘thumbs up’ message back from her and saw Paul disappearing inside her house, I closed the blinds and sighed. I had just lied to Paul without hesitation before in that moment. I didn’t want to do it, but I hadn’t seen any alternative when I first started lying to him about LRG when the trial first started. The thing is, I really did know the main reason the name of LRG was being left out of the media. Several of the other agents at LPS, with me advising as well, insisted on leaving their name out. As a favor to LPS, they complied. We all believe that due to the nature of the group’s collapse, we knew they could be in a prime position to become a martyr for any Little cause of action in the future. Those following Samuel, my Sammy, would have chosen peace, but in our experience, most would have likely gravitated toward Bernard and would have chosen violence instead. Not wanting that scenario, we left them anonymous to the rest of the public. Unfortunately, the hits kept coming for Paul. With the threat of LRG no longer looming and Paul already having turned in evidence against LRG, I could see there was a part of him that wanted to go home. Additionally, his reputation had taken a hit with his old friends, and not seeing him as anything but a gullible puppet for Bigs now, abandoned him completely. Even Little support groups were wary of including him now. So, just wanting him to be happy, I set up a maturity test that his parents insisted on him taking. For them, they believed that Paul was flooded with homesickness and nostalgia for the life he once led, but as they noted, due to his time here, there was a question of how returning to his life back on Earth would even look. Finding a test that was unbiased towards Littles and would just give us the answers we were looking for; I drove Paul over one Friday morning. The test consisted of several parts and was meant to be tiring and taxing on the mind. Unaffected Earthers could pass the test with ease, even among their… less gifted individuals. When the test results came back, however, we both knew that Paul had to make the decision whether to return to Earth or not. While his scores were borderline, I shared them with his parents and we both agreed that if Paul was to return to Earth, things would be very difficult for him. Through some programs for negatively affected returning humans to Earth from our dimension, Paul could make it work with a live-in nurse. He could tie his shoes and read for example, but his inability to concentrate, his complete lack of potty training, and his emotional needs and the ways in which he was comforted now would likely be huge obstacles and potentially major sources of embarrassment for him. So, for now, Paul remained with me until he could make a proper decision.   I helped him improve where I could and Mr. Oliver supplied him countless books to help as well, but we still seemed to be at an impasse. Seeing him walk around the house trying to make his decision and like a man already lost was tearing at my soul every day. I knew my plan had to occur soon or else I would lose Paul forever. Finally, one day I drove Paul to the more Little-heavy side of Aprisium. “I just want you to know that I’ll always be here for you, honey,” I tried to comfort Paul, now sitting glumly back in his car seat. I had packed his diaper bag as usual, made sure he was at least dry and clean for the trip, and told him we were going out. I didn’t tell him anything more than that. “I know you’re still sad about LRG, but maybe not everything is as bad as you think?” Paul momentarily shifted in his seat, but then kept looking outside the window as the buildings passed by. I heard him heavily sigh. “Thank you, Sophie… what you’ve done for me these past months… I don’t think I could ever thank you enough.” I was worried where he was headed with this, but at a traffic light I made sure to turn back to him and pat his outstretched leg in acknowledgement that it was all going to be okay in my own silent way. He smiled at the gesture and continued. “I… I just don’t know about what to do anymore…” I could hear the loss and aimlessness in his voice. “When LRG collapsed, I at least hoped the news would mention their name, as a sort of memorial, but with their name left out… I feel like everything we did was for nothing… that my own sacrifices, and everyone else’s, were for nothing…” I had never thought about it that way and I could feel a tiny stab right through my chest as the guilt piled on, knowing full-well that I was one of the chief architects of the policy to exclude the LRG name from the public’s attention. “I’m sorry…” Paul nodded and just went back to staring outside. He probably thought I was apologizing in sympathy for what he was going through, and that was true to an extent, but I was also apologizing to him for my part in the loss he was feeling now. ‘Just a little longer, Paul…’ A few more traffic lights later, we soon pulled up into one of the recently deserted office parks. With Littles disappearing every day, Little-owned businesses were here one day and gone the next. Using a few pooled funds, we had purchased part of the single brick clad office building in front of us now. If my plan was successful, more could be purchased later. “Where are we?” Paul finally asked as I plucked him out of his car seat and set him down on the pavement near the front entrance of the building. I could have parked in the parking garage around the back, but I felt the front way seemed a better way to enter today. “I want to show you something…” I then held my hand down to Paul as I adjusted his diaper bag on my shoulder with the other. As usual these days, he took my offered hand without question. “Come on…” We casually entered the front of the building, and while dust still covered a few of the surfaces, I was already impressed with the amount of work that had been done to the front lobby. It would need more work and I could just picture it as a welcoming and professional sight to see in the future, but it was a good start for now. Looking down at Paul, I could recognize that he was likely still a bit too gloomy and reserved to question anything he was seeing. Still, we walked over and then hopped in the elevator to go to the top floor. As soon as we got off, I could see the difference already. Glass doors and polished surfaces greeted us pleasantly. Paul seemed to perk up a little more, but I had purposely left off a few signs for a grander reveal to Paul today. “Where are we?” Paul finally asked again as we stopped in front of several cubicles, most still smelling like the new padding that lined their gray walls.   I smiled down at Paul and then crouched before him. “Sweetie… I wanted to do something for you… and for all the Littles in this area. When I was at least the size of a Little, I realized that we needed something more. I had an idea and when I told her, Astrid completely agreed with me.” “Astrid?” I could tell the gears were starting to run in Paul’s head already. After nearly a month of him passively moving from one daily task to another without much enthusiasm, it was a wonderous sight to see. I nodded. “That’s right.” I then held my finger up to him and stood back before whistling loudly. In moments, the two conference rooms off to the side opened and a dozen or so figures piled out and lined up in front of the two of us just like we had planned beforehand. For his part, Paul seemed beyond bewildered and confused. “I… I… I don’t understand…” A few of the crowd chuckled, but I patted his shoulder and gestured to the crowd. “Paul… I want you to meet the new team I’ve been working with. I’m sure you recognize a few of them…” I could see Paul squint, but after a moment, his eyes then lit up. While a few of the figures were likely strangers to him, I knew that he at least recognized Astrid, my family, Maggie, Roger, and at least a few others. “Wha… what are they all doing here?” Again, a few chuckled. “Paul… this is what we’ve been working on.” I paused for a moment. “See, Sophie felt that Littles needed something more in this city… even in this country as a whole,” Astrid started to explain. “I felt LPS was too restrictive and attached to the government, but LRG was far too detached from mainstream society,” I continued. “Astrid and I brought everyone together here for a specific purpose.” I could see Paul still struggling with a few of the faces, so I knew I needed to explain why they were here further. Starting on the left, I began to gesture to each figure. “My mom is our insight into the Midas Society. She’s already agreed to rejoin as a periphery member so we can gain insight into their dealings against Littles. The government may not be able to touch them right now, but with her… expertise,” a few of the Bigs laughed, “we can at least stay ahead of them.” “You don’t know them, but they’re good friends of mine,” I said, gesturing to Jane and Dr. Jackson. “Jane works at the hospital and Dr. Jackson works on a variety of projects all around the world. With both of them, we can stay ahead or at least better know of the harmful drugs like the ones that were released that got all of the Littles sick and hurt their potty training.” Paul still blushed a little over the notion, despite the fact that his diaper was pretty obvious to anyone who looked at him for more than a few seconds. I knew that it was likely already at least a little damp. Speaking of which, just shifting slightly, I knew mine was as well. Moving on though, I patted the shoulder of my old familiar friend. “I’m sure you recognize Mr. Oliver.” Paul smiled and waved to the elderly figure, curiously one of the few in the crowd that everyone seemed to already know. “He’ll be helping us with research and his general knowledge about pretty much everything.” Most everyone chuckled over that. “Next, is actually where you come in… as well as Roger.” I gestured to one of the few Littles in the crowd and back to Paul. “Me? How can I help?” Paul already seemed bewildered and overwhelmed. Looking at him and Roger compared to everyone else, being Bigs, degree holders, experts in their fields, or members with access of some kind, I knew his question and fear wasn’t completely random or unexpected. “That’s an easy one, Paul,” I noted, quickly trying to ease his mind. “For right now, I want you and Roger to be our insight into the Little perspective. I don’t want this new organization to just be a bunch of Bigs thinking they are doing good. I actually want them to do good.” From Paul’s expression, I knew he was already starting to understand what we were trying to do here, and what’re more, he already seemed to approve of it. “Right. Next, we have Donna Feldstein,” I explained. I knew she was one of the strangers to Paul and most in this room, but anyone who had ever read a book about Littles or who had watched TV recently, knew her name. She was our most recent acquisition, but likely one of our most valuable going forward. “She’s an expert in Little psychology and can provide a useful insight into branding and media outlets.” I could see many of the Bigs less familiar with her finally get why I had accepted her onto our team. “If we’re doing something wrong in the view of the public, we can use her knowledge and pivot slightly toward a better image. We play our cards right; our reputation for helping Littles will only grow with time.” I then gestured to my sister, who of course had brought Alice. Alice could be utilized in her own way to help Roger and Paul out, but her regression had been far more embedded still than either Roger or Paul put together. “My sister here can give us the insight into portal travel, the regulations involved, and the tactics being used to entice humans over here from Earth.” Alice gave a tiny, cute wave to Paul, which he promptly returned, leading to several Bigs doing their very best to hold back on making a scene out of it. Wanting to move forward, I gestured to the next figure. “Next, is Barry.” The gangly and more awkward of the group, I think he had been surprised when Astrid and I first approached him, but considering he was already warning us about something called ‘Tabers,’ I knew he would be useful. “He’ll provide an insight into food contamination or product placement bent on humiliating or regressing Littles.” I then moved onto the last three figures, who had already proven themselves invaluable to the organization. “My brother, Astrid, and Shelly here will be our insight into government workings, intrusion tactics, interrogation methods, and most importantly, how to stay above the law.” Paul seemed unsure about everything he had just heard, but I didn’t see a fear or sadness in his eyes… only curiosity. “So… all this is for us Littles?” Paul asked hesitantly, clearly still absorbing everything I had hit him with though. I nodded. “Yes.” I sighed and walked back over to him. “At one point, you told me that LRG was needed to change Big society. While I think LRG didn’t always stray into staying on the right side of the law, you all were right in the fact that laws need to change for anything to get better with Littles.” I then gestured back to the group that Astrid and I had gathered. “We’ve seen firsthand the wide-reaching and engrained problems our society faces when it comes to Littles. LPS can only do so much and most of LRG was destroyed. We’ve come together to fill that void and to fix the laws that need to be added or amended.” “So… we’re going to protest and go to demonstrations?” Paul asked, even more hesitancy laced throughout his voice now. I shook my head. “No. We can support those, but we need different tactics if we want to make a change.” I sighed and placed my hand on Paul’s shoulder. “As you saw from Bernard, LRG worked too close in the shadows and employed underhanded methods that put them on the radar of both the ABI and LPS. We can’t have that. If we want to make any lasting change, our new group needs to have a public face and a united front instead.” Nodding to what I just said, and showing no objections, I then showed Paul the rest of the office. A few office spaces were still cluttered and dusty, but everyone now at least had a desk and a computer to work from. Hours worked here would be strictly voluntary for now, with everyone meeting up at least after work twice a week and then every Saturday for some of the larger events we had planned. “Uh… do you all have a name yet?” Paul asked after coming back to the entrance way. “No… I wanted to tell you about this first before we came up with one…” I turned to the rest of the group. “Any suggestions?” All at once, I heard dozens of names. “How about the Littles Liberation Army?” “What about Littles Against Unpotty Training?” “No, no. Needs to be the United Littles League.” “Oooh! What about the Pants Pooping League!” “Oh! Oh! Wha’ about Sparklin’ Wainbow Pawty?” Most answers were all a jumble, but a few stood out plainly from the rest for who they were coming from. “What about LRG?” It was a soft voice, barely heard above the rest, but the lack of urgency and yet combined with a strong sense of firmness entered my ear clearly. I turned around and looked at Paul. The other suggestions started to die down. “What did you say again, Paul?” His hands quickly locked and began twisting together in nervousness from all the eyes looking at him now. “Uh… uh… I said… LRG?” I could see a few members roll their eyes from my periphery vision, but his answer still intrigued me. “LRG, huh?” Paul nodded. “But Paul… LRG was ended…” Paul nodded again, but I could still see a faint look of determination in his eyes. “Yeah, but the media didn’t connect the Littles on trial with LRG… it… it could be something new…” His logic was sound, and I could already hear a few murmurs behind me. “You know… he has a point, Soph,” Astrid noted. I spun around to face her. “Only LPS, the people here, or those in Dark Cliff know the truth at this point basically… if we do this, it could bring more Littles to our side faster in the beginning…” “That’s absolutely right. We could focus on the Bigs later with our good works and non-violence,” Donna noted, competently fulfilling her own role. “I know that a lot of Bigs hate what’s been happening to Littles around them but are just too afraid to speak out. We connect to LRG now; it would bring the Littles in, and we would be able to present a strong front that we are for the betterment of Littles without problem.” In my mind, I could already see the success of the group with our new name. The mall bombing was associated with it, but with Donna, I knew we could spin that as an easy smear campaign or Littles being bribed to spread false information about LRG early on. With all the secrecy around them, I knew it could work, but I knew that my opinion wasn’t the only one that counted. “Okay… let’s put it to a vote. All not in favor?” No one raised their hands. I couldn’t help but smile. “All those in favor?” Everyone raised their hands. It was unanimous and I turned to Paul. “Alright, ready to get started?” Paul looked behind me at everyone now apart of this new LRG. A smile, something I hadn’t seen in weeks, soon appeared. He then simply turned back to me and nodded. *             *             * Phones rang off the hook and everyone was busily scrambling about trying to fulfill their certain roles within the organization. As soon as we announced ourselves to the public, we had a flood of volunteers apply for roles. Starting off with less than 20, including a few initial members that were attached to one of our main members, like Alice, we had grown to over 200 in a single month. Branded as ‘The New LRG’ by the local papers, the ‘Little Rights Group’ had already achieved its first victory in campaigning to strike down a bill in the state congress that would require Big authorization for Littles needing to return home. It was simple and likely wouldn’t have passed anyways, but Donna spun the story, and soon, the governor and members of congress were calling us up for further help. “No, I don’t think that’s accurate, Senator,” Paul noted on the phone as Astrid and I walked into the office, our holding hands quickly dropped… just in case someone wanted to accuse of us bias when we supported each other later during a vote or whatnot. We both then waved to Paul and saw Sammy already making friends with a few Littles of some of our volunteer Bigs in a separate area of the office. We were already considering adding an office daycare downstairs for them and for the Littles that needed… assistance. “Yes, Senator. The papers are correct,” Paul acknowledged. “We have started what is known as the ‘movement for the better treatment of Littles.’ I think that any people, Big, Middle, or Little, should be horrified if they knew the full scope of what was going on in Louisianum right now if what we’re hearing is even half true.” Since LRG had started up officially, Paul spent most of his time here instead of at daycare. He was still regressed in some ways, but he had thrived under the conditions here. Becoming almost a symbol of Little strength, he was at every fundraiser and had spoken to dozens of politicians now about the necessity of LRG. Still, I felt that something was missing. So, I reached out to a few undercover agents in the field to convey a very specific message. Regardless of that though, Paul soon smiled and hung up the phone. Seeing us, he cheered. “Well, that’s one more senator down for the charity auction this Saturday!” I smiled warmly, feeling an overwhelming sense of pride for how Paul was doing these days, but I knew I needed to show him something else. “That’s wonderful, Paul, but Astrid and I…” “Yes, yes. Everyone knows,” Paul said to my immediate blushing. “It’s hard not…” “No!” I didn’t want him to finish that thought at the office. For now, we had other pressing matters he needed to see. “I want to show you something…” Paul raised an eyebrow and then looked behind me as he saw the surprise. “Hey Paul…” Patricia said first, leading the other group of Littles behind her, all gathered under our new white and green LRG signage. “I… I…” Paul was near speechless, and I knew I had done good. He then quickly turned to me. “I don’t understand. Just… how?” I smiled back and gestured to Patricia. “We knew that a lot of Littles in LRG fled after Bernard took over. From what we know now, it got bad, but Patricia got a bunch of them out before Bernard started anything nasty. Ever since, they’ve been hiding out, but I used one of my contacts to find them… and offer them a place here.” Paul went back to being speechless and just looked at the Littles before him. I knew there were more out there, hiding in their own pockets, but for today at least, Ronald, Carol, Mindy, Xander, Bill, and Carmen all stood eager but seemingly nervously behind Patricia. “Come on, come on!” I quickly gestured to the group. It had been awkward at first explaining who I was, and while Carol and Mindy seemed horrified by the notion that I really was their fearless Little ‘Susan,’ our drive of them over here had seemingly lightened that initial reaction. “How about I give you all a tour, and then…?” “No!” Paul finally popped out. “I mean… let me show them something first…” I smiled, already knowing what he was going to show them. Paul led the group and I followed along with Astrid behind them. Coming back to the main entryway before the main part of the office, where Paul and I had first stepped off the elevator our first day here together, Paul pointed to a large marble and brass plaque on the wall, something we eventually were going to add to the lobby downstairs. “Wait… is that…?” Ronald asked, seemingly in disbelief, his eyes staring to the note above the wall piece saying, “Lost but Not Forgotten.” Paul nodded. “Sophie kept track of all the names of those we lost in the final days.” I had kept track in a notebook that I had hidden in the warehouse in a safe container, so even when the place burned down before I could pick it up, I managed to salvage it afterwards. Since then, I had gathered even more names, but among them were Sean, Rebecca, Jackson, Tula, Burt, Lamar, Ginger, Katya, Josiah, Steph, Fara, and Fritz. It didn’t take long for the group of Littles in front of us to start to tear up.   “We wanted to change the world with the old LRG…” Paul started after a brief moment of silence for the fallen Littles. “I don’t know what Sophie has promised you all, but we’re trying to do the same here. So… what do you all say? Are you up for another go of it?” Xander stepped up first, seemingly brushing off the grief that each of the others were feeling at the moment after seeing the sheer number of names on the wall. Using my records, Paul’s memory, and a few records we had found with BAL of those they had already regressed and shipped off to parts unknown, there were over 60 names listed now. “Well, we came here for a reason, Paul,” Xander said with a thin smile across his lips. “I figured if there was an LRG out there fighting or working for Littles, we might as well be a part of it.” Paul teared up a bit himself now, but still smiled to one of his friends. “That sounds like a good idea to me…” Everyone then hugged it out and I got Astrid to give them the grand tour and jobs that each could fill out uniquely with what we already knew about them. A few, like Bill and Mindy, might have to wait for a special project that would adhere better to their skillsets, which Astrid and Julian had been planning recently, but the rest quickly seemed to ease in. Already, a few were even answering a whole new fresh batch of calls for us. Gazing out into the office, a small space we were in the midst of expanding by the end of the week into other floors, it was a sight to see. Just as I was about to head back to my own private office though in the back, Paul stopped me. I looked down and recognized his look of needing to tell me something important, so I crouched down beside him. “What’s up, sweetie? Everything okay?” Paul nodded, still clearly emotional from seeing all his old group members again, likely thinking before that he may never see them again. “I… I just want to tell you…” He blinked a few times and then wiped his forming tears away. “Thank you, Sophie… for all this…” I smiled and nodded back. “It’s no problem, honey. I saw that there was a problem, and I wanted to fix it, for all Littles… for you…” Paul sniffled, but still smiled back at me. “Thank you, but I just… I just want to tell you…” He was already having a hard time forming his words. I tried to ease him up a bit by ribbing his back. Being kidnapped was something I would never forgive BAL for, but little gestures like that counted ten times over now afterward. To be blunt, it was probably one of the few reasons I hadn’t sought after my own revenge on them… Still, for today, I was glad my little gesture seemed to work. Paul eased up and smiled back. “Thanks… but I just wanted to tell you that… well, I’ve decided to stay…” They were the words that I had been hoping for Paul to say for so long now. I despised our path to getting to this day, but I had long ago asked his parents permission to keep Paul when it seemed doubtful that he could lead a normal life back on Earth. Being forward-minded these days though, I didn’t want to take Paul’s choice away from him. So, for him to accept staying here with me… the feeling was near indescribable, except for maybe pure joy. I quickly hugged him and spun him around as I stood up and pulled his body into mine. We buried ourselves into each other about as much as we could and embraced the moment. No words were needed. I wasn’t his mommy, and maybe that event would happen one day, but for now, I was just about as happy as I had ever been in my life with Paul accepting to stay here with me. I had always thought of him as ‘my Little,’ and I always worried that I was overstepping, but seeing the massive smile on Paul’s face, I felt an ease in embracing my Little now. Settling Paul on my side a little while later, when the last of our happy tears had dried, I could quickly tell that he needed a diaper change, and shuffling around myself, I knew that I needed one as well. They were both stark reminders of the pains that we had taken in order to get where we were today. Some could see it as labor lost or the ends not justifying the means. As Paul and I gazed out into the offices of the new LRG, seeing both Bigs and Littles working together, for us, it was all worth it. We were together, forever changed by the experience of the past year as our lives entangled with each other. We saw the future, not as Bigs, Middles, and Littles as separate and unequal, but being together, and working for a better future as one. Cuddling with each other and moving off, we hoped that what happened to us and that our little change of perspective would soon spread. Hoping beyond all for the accomplishment of our goal of true equality and better treatment, we knew that if someone asked, diapers or not, in the end, it would have all been worth it.
    • I agree, but the store started out catering for incontinence, then later, started carrying ABDL diapers and products which is now a part of their customer base.  It's a big difference going to get incontinence products than being seen carrying a bunch of colorful adult baby diapers out the store in my opinion.  The owner is not an ABDL, but supports the ABDL community.  I think her name is Helen. 
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    • Chapter 3 The Game   That first kiss was unlike any I had shared in my life, and my diaper was thoroughly soaked as well. I looked down at Spring's diaper, seeing it too was bulging with fresh pee, and about at the point of capacity. “I guess we really both had to go,” she said looking down at the Pj pants she had lent me, which were now clearly stretched out because of the pee filled diaper I was wearing underneath. “Yes we apparently did, and that was the most amazing first kiss, ever,” I said. Spring nodded, smiled, and let out a giggle.   As much as I had just peed, I was also aware of how much water we had drunk, and I knew that in actuality I had just broken the seal, and would need to go again before long. I secretly hoped that Spring was in a similar predicament, and recalled how she mentioned she had a small bladder. By how full her diaper was, that was hard to imagine. I figured that another wetting of that size by either of us would surely cause our diapers to leak. Not that I would have minded watching pee escape down her beautiful legs if she let out another torrent into her soaked diaper.   “The night is still young, and I'm sure that I'll need to go again before long. How about if we change into fresh diapers, and I'll make us some tea?,” Spring suggested. I told her that sounded like a wonderful idea. She fetched me a fresh diaper with dinosaurs on it, and showed me the special waste bin for my used one. She took her diaper with her upstairs to change and make the tea, and I used the basement bathroom to remove my soaked diaper, clean up, and put on the fresh one. After I fastened the diaper up snugly, and pulled up the Pjs she had lent me, I disposed of the soiled diaper in the bin, and sat on the couch nearest to the DJ setup.   My brain was on fire as I recalled our mutual diaper-soaking kiss, and I tried to imagine what else this wildly unexpected night might have in store. As I sat there thinking I felt the pleasant feeling that my recently emptied bladder was already starting to fill, and I would soon need to pee again. Broken seal, indeed. When the time came I wondered if I should just let go, or if I should announce to her before, or if we could time another kiss to the exact moment. So many wonderful possibilities.   I heard Spring coming down the stairs, and looked up to watch her descend. She carefully balanced a tray with cups and a kettle in one hand, and she had her used diaper in the other. Spring still had her headband with bunny ears on, but had changed the rest of her clothes. Now she was wearing a t-shirt with a rainbow on it, some rainbow colored knee-high socks, and a fresh diaper with the sun and a rainbow printed on the front. Again, another adorably cute look. I quickly got up to help unburden her by taking the tea-tray, while she carried her used bunny diapers to the waste bin to dispose of them.   We both returned to the couch and I sat down while Spring poured us each a cup of tea. She handed me my cup, and sat down about a foot away facing me. We spent a good hour talking and getting to know each other better while we sipped our tea. It was an enchanting conversation where we learned how much alike, and how different we were, but nothing about it was awkward or unnerving. The whole while I was in awe of how wonderful it felt to be sitting and chatting so close to such a beautiful young woman wearing a diaper. I was also starting to feel the urge to pee intensifying, but was not sure how to broach the subject.   Just then Spring said, “this tea is going right through me, and I don't know if I can hold it much longer.” I nodded in agreement, and then she asked, “would you like to play a diaper game?” I could not imagine what she was thinking, and what a diaper game would be, but I was very curious. “Sure, what do you have in mind?” I asked. “Well...” she began, “how about if we keep drinking tea, allow ourselves to pee in our diapers, and see who leaks first?” My heart nearly beat out of my chest at the sound of that. She continued, “I have several more Pjs that would fit you, plus these couches are made of synthetic leather, and the floor is concrete, so there's nothing to worry about. I've made a mess on the floor in here before, and I have towels, and a mop, and anything we'd need to clean up in that closet over there,” as she pointed to a door next to the bathroom.   I was already near bursting, and her game suggestion sounded like something out of my wildest fantasies. My heart felt like it was racing a million miles a minute looking at this beautiful young woman, and thinking about what she just said. “You're amazing,” was all I could blurt out, which caused Spring to burst out laughing, and spill a little of her tea on the floor. “I guess we already have a mess to clean up, so let's see who adds to it first?” she said, then added, “as a matter of fact, I'm about to break this diaper in right now...” With that she put down her tea, and sat on the couch leaning back, still facing me with one leg pressing against the back of the couch, and the other on the floor, obviously inviting me to watch. Spring closed her eyes, put her hand on the front of her diaper, and let out a long sigh.   Slowly, and with an audible hissing sound, the front of her diaper began to expand, filling with fresh pee. Spring opened her eyes and smiled at me as she continued to fill and soak her diaper. I stared at her crotch in utter amazement while she released all the fluid from inside her into the absorbent padding, and she watched me staring at her show with delight. As her stream turned to a trickle, and then came to a stop, she let out an “aaahhh”, and I could tell she thoroughly enjoyed her little exhibition for me. With her hand Spring rubbed the front of her diaper, then surveyed the area around her crotch checking for leaks. Not finding any, she flashed a cute pouty-face, and sat back up into a sitting position still facing me. “A couple more pees like that and I'm going to win, I know it!” Spring exclaimed with a smile. Then it was my turn.   I was very full, and the tea and water already had me at the edge of having an accident of my own. Not that it would have been much of an accident with the fresh, snug diaper I was wearing. I pushed myself closer to her so that our knees were touching. I was looking deep into her eyes, and said, “I really, really have to pee.” “Then, go...” Spring replied. I reached out, grabbed her hand, and gently placed it on the front of the Pjs so that she could feel my diaper underneath. Spring smiled. I closed my eyes and concentrated for a few moments. It happened slowly at first with a small trickle, then with a push my floodgates opened.   Warm pee filled my diaper and spread up and down the padding in the front. I could tell she could feel it, because we both let out a little moan at the same time, which made Spring giggle again. She kept her hand on the front of the Pjs while the material expanded with the diaper beginning to bulge underneath. Slowly my stream subsided, and I let out an, “aaahhh,” as the last of my pee leaked out into the damp fabric of my diaper. Her hand rubbed the front of the bugle of the Pjs, and then surveyed the areas around it feeling for any dampness. When she did not find any, Spring said, “round one and we have no winners,” and smiled at me. I sure was beginning to feel like I was a winner, but not of the game...that would have to continue.   I reached out my hands and placed them around her back, then I slowly leaned back pulling her on top of me. I slid one hand down, cupped the back of her damp diaper, and pulled her up until our bulges were on top of each other. I slid my other hand under her hair, and on to the back of her head, pulling her in for a warm, passionate kiss. There we laid, in our soaked diapers, making-out for fifteen minutes.
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