Just until you post the next chapter tomorrow. So I'm going to guess that at the same time Beth felt herself getting drenched from the drink the Amazon threw at her, she also heard the crunch of the Amazon's broken ankle from Carly kicking her ankle.  

Observing the newcomer from the shadows at the top of the stairs the woman watched as her prize took a flashlight from the small backpack she was carrying and made its way through to the living room. Knowing what that would mean she smiled, although the girl had no idea she had rolled the dice and made a decision that she would live to regret. Shortly the fun would begin, but before that she needed to check on Pippi. Effortlessly she glided her way to the right, past her own bedroom and then the partly open door to the nursery where Pippi had spent the first four years of her captivity. Against the far side of the room stood a polished oak rocking cradle, it was empty now but would not stay that way for long.  On her left was another bedroom, a sign on the door announcing the name of its occupant, Pippi. Quietly she opened the door then moved inside, the full moon shining through the flimsy drapes cast shadows across the floor. Three steps later a floorboard creaked, not once but twice, she had meant to fix it but never found the time. Now standing next to the large white crib she looked down, confined inside its bars was Pippi, the girl she had taken eight years ago and regressed in size but not mind. While Pippi’s petite body looked and behaved as if it belonged to a toddler, her adult mind was still intact. Even though she had fought the regression initially she had come to realise there was no escape, her body continuously betrayed her, she had been unable to even crawl at first but now she could toddle again. While she had no idea that four years had passed since her fateful night the one thing that she clearly understood was that the bulky cloth diapers pinned around her loins were not a decoration, there were a necessity.  Admiring what she had achieved the woman leant over the dropside rail of the crib, ran a hand over the soft baby plastic pants that covered the small girl’s cotton diapers and smiled. They were warm, the girl had not been in the crib for more than tow hours and her diapers were already wet. Pleased with the outcome she stood and walked back to the door. Pippi had been double diapered before being put in her crib for the night, the extra padding and the plastic baby pants would keep the crib sheets dry. Spending her night in wet diapers would ensure the girl was reminded that she was still not potty trained and that diapers were still a big part of her life. Now for her next move, the newcomer downstairs, looking across then hallway as she turned toward the stairs the empty cradle felt like a magnet drawing her in. Soon she thought, soon you will be filled with another baby and Momma will have two little girls in diapers to keep her busy.      

Or maybe send a care package of chocolate pacifiers? Chocolate makes everything better.    "No fair! Littles aren't supposed to know how to fight!"

I think people are forgetting something here, every one is expecting Nikki to either come to the rescue or be taken care off.  We need to remember Carly is a black belt and can break an ankle or knee just as easily.  

I have at times worn diapers around the house if there is something that I ate that did not agree with me. Other than that, my answer is NO.