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Many of you who have read some of my posts in the past know I am one who believes in a good healthy balance between AB/DL lifestyle fetish and regular normal life. I've always separated the two and while I can do regular things in diapers, I usually keep diapers a separate thing. To each his own and I'm in no way trying to change how a person lives their life, it's just that these are my own thoughts. I know some have gone so far as to live their lives totally as a baby or toddler, no job, sitting all day playing with toys, eating baby food and waiting for their mommy or daddy to change their diapers. To me that is missing out on a lot of cool things, but if that's how they want to live, OK by me. It takes a bit to get to that point. I've read in the forums here how some people stop going out with their friends to movies, concerts or doing things they used to do because they have got to the point they would rather stay home and wear diapers or play baby. In my opinion that is when the fetish has taken control of your life instead of you controlling it and maintaining that healthy balance between diapers and the fetish and regular normal life. Again, to each his own and these are just my feelings on the AB/DL fetish Surfing the internet I came across this website and it seems startling like my own thoughts on the subject. I thought it might be interesting to pass it along. Probably more for those who might be on the edge and wondering if they might be losing control of the fetish themselves, but still interesting. https://www.wikihow.com/Know-if-You've-Become-Addicted-to-Wearing-Diapers-(As-an-Adult I will also add that this same link has excellent advice on how to cope with being a diaper lover and how to accept yourself for wearing diapers and feel proud of it and not shame or guilt. Also interesting sections on how to put on and change adult diapers. Well worth looking at!

I cannot recommend enough the daily removal tip. When. I was your age, I had both a job and college (that makes my almost 30yo self feel old). Either way, almost 6/7 or 7/7 days I would be leaving my parents in the morning. I would toss my diapers in a supermarket plastic bag and take them out in my backpack or handbag. Once at my job/campus, I'd toss the bag into the first trash I passed. Even when I moved out I would do this, as I would only toss my indoor trash once a week and didn't want anything getting...ripe.

Deep into the building, Charlotte has discovered dark secrets but she must press on to find out what is going on. Is each step taking her closer to journalistic superstardom or is she walking deeper and deeper into a trap? This update has been available on my Patreon for one week and is now posted publicly. For $5 you can see all my updates a week early (I post an update every four days) and for $10 you get early access plus exclusive stories (There are 15 Patreon exclusive story updates). 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Charlotte felt along the door but couldn’t feel a handle or any other way to wrench the door open. It was a very smooth surface and the scared journalist couldn’t find any way to open it. She swore under her breath repeatedly as she started panicking. From somewhere above her, Charlotte heard something like a generator starting up. She looked up at the ceiling just as lights started clicking on along the ceiling. Charlotte had to shield her eyes until they adjusted to the new light level and when she could finally see the door she had been trying to wrench open she saw there was no way to open it from here without a key card. With a shiver of foreboding, Charlotte realised that there was no way back now, she could only move forward. Turning back to face the room at large was no more welcoming for the young woman as it was empty except for a conveyor belt with a board at the end of it. The belt disappeared through a hole in the wall. When it didn’t seem like anything else was happening, Charlotte walked slowly forward to examine the conveyor. When she looked through the hole in the wall she saw that it curved out of view with no idea where it led. Charlotte was just putting her camera to her face to document this strange machine when she felt a sudden push on her back. The shove was strong enough to force the woman on to the conveyor belt which started moving immediately. “What the hell!” Charlotte screamed as she turned around just in time to see a metallic hand where she had just been standing. Before Charlotte could process that image or recover her balance she found the conveyor belt going around a corner and taking the hand out of view. It was moving fast enough that Charlotte was unable to scramble back the way she came and when the belt tilted downwards Charlotte tumbled further down. “No!” The camera that had all of Charlotte’s evidence suddenly slipped out of her grip and it fell to the side of the belt. There goes the evidence she had. When the belt finally levelled off, Charlotte hit the back of her head on the hard surface below her and was temporarily dazed. She was travelling feet first along the conveyor and before she could regain her senses she saw a much bigger machine in front of her. “Wait…” Charlotte tried to get off the belt but in her slowed state she was unable to move in time and she was taken into the large machine where the belt finally stopped. A small door closed behind Charlotte’s head and she was totally encased in the machine with little room to move, there was roughly a couple of feet of room each side of the journalist to move. “Hel-” Charlotte started calling for help as panic overwhelmed her but she was cut off almost immediately. A pole rapidly extended down from the top of the machine and quickly pushed a pacifier into Charlotte’s mouth. The latex teat was huge and filled her mouth to effectively silence her. It was strapped to her head by what felt like a leather belt that wrapped around the back of her head. Charlotte’s eyes flew wide and she breathed heavily as a screen above her head suddenly switched on. What was happening here!? “Hello!” An overly cheerful young woman was looking at the camera and waving, “You have been selected by Stork Industries to take part in our adoption programme.” Charlotte tried to hammer on the door by her head to get out of the machine but it wouldn’t budge. She was panicking now, utterly trapped inside whatever was happening and becoming part of the process she was here to investigate. She had so little room to manoeuvre, the machine made her feel like she was in a coffin. “We are sure you are very excited about the coming opportunity.” The woman on the screen continued with her fake smile, “The chance to make other people very happy. The chance to bring joy to those who will love you.” Charlotte was left frozen by these terrifying assumptions. She hadn’t volunteered for any of this, none of the people in the cage had volunteered for this. Charlotte felt her mind feeling cloudy and her muscles growing weaker, she was alert but found that resisting was getting harder. “Right now we are releasing a relaxing gas into the air around you. We know that despite your excitement these can be scary first steps. In a few moments the machine around you will start the process of preparing you for your new life. Stork Industries wishes you the best of luck in all your future endeavours.” The woman on the screen concluded and the screen faded to black with the woman waving and smiling toothily. After a few moments of silence, Charlotte could hear and feel the machine around her starting to hum and vibrate slightly. Charlotte wanted to punch her way out of the machine but the gas that was silently surrounding her was forcing the young woman to lay still. Charlotte was a scared spectator to the things that were happening to her and as the vibrating and humming grew more intense she closed her eyes in fear of what might happen. Charlotte felt her clothes suddenly loosen and when she opened her eyes she was shocked to see her clothes dropping off of her. They had all been cut open, everything from her black sweater to her underwear. She was left completely naked. Her trembling body embarrassingly exposed as the tattered remnants of her clothes fell the ground around her. A tube opened to the side of Charlotte and she felt a strong suction as her clothes were sucked away. She was left naked and alone inside this scary looking capsule and despite feeling overwhelmingly panicked Charlotte could do nothing except get taken for the ride. The conveyor belt moved as the end of the capsule nearest Charlotte’s feet opened up. She felt herself moving down the belt before stopping again. Charlotte couldn’t raise her head, she wanted to but her muscles just wouldn’t respond. “Time to dress you appropriately.” Charlotte heard a strange female voice from by her feet. It sounded almost like an alien, they said the right words but it sounded so strange that they couldn’t possibly have come from a human mouth. Charlotte felt her legs get lifted up and folded back against the cold metal of the machine. She could feel something cold and stiff holding her legs in that position, she could see a hand, she guessed it was supposed to be a hand at least. The metal claws looked more like the sort of thing you saw in an arcade cabinet than something at the end of an arm. “What…” Charlotte tried to speak but could barely whisper. Charlotte felt her legs get lowered but something was different. Instead of the hard rubber conveyor belt she now felt some very soft padding. It was as if someone had placed a small pillow underneath her butt. It was certainly more comfortable than the conveyor at least. Charlotte still couldn’t see who or what was doing this. Whilst her lower half was outside the tight confines of the machine her upper half was still inside and her view was extremely obstructed. It was only as Charlotte felt the cushion pulled up between her legs that she realised what it was. “Stop… What’s going on!?” Charlotte’s strength was slowly started to return but her weak leg kicking wasn’t able to hinder what was happening. The front of the padded material was pulled up and smoothed over Charlotte’s tummy. It felt bulky and much thicker than the underwear that Charlotte was used to. Any doubt in her mind melted away as it was confirmed what she was being dressed in. “A diaper!?” Charlotte whined, “No! I don’t want that! Give me proper clothes and let me go!” If anything could hear the girl’s impassioned claims for freedom they weren’t moved to help as Charlotte heard tapes being pulled. The diaper, there could be little doubt that it was anything else, was pulled tightly around Charlotte’s hips and the young reporter felt the tapes pushed against the front of the diaper. There was a momentary pause where Charlotte could move slightly and heard a distinct crinkle coming from her crotch. She felt tears prickling her eyes as she fretted about what was going to happen next. For the first time she regretted her natural curiosity, something that had been very useful as a journalist had now become a curse. Charlotte felt herself being pulled down the conveyor again and finally she emerged fully from the claustrophobic machine. “What the hell!?” Charlotte exclaimed as her eyes adjusted to the more brightly lit room that she had been pulled into. The room was a huge nursery. Charlotte had worked in a day care whilst in high school for some extra shopping money and this room was like a giant version of what she had worked in. She could clearly see the changing table, the crib and seemingly endless amounts of toys, teddy bears and other baby paraphernalia. It was surreal to suddenly go from the espionage mission to this setting. It was then that Charlotte’s eyes fell on the one figure in the room apart from herself. She had to cover her mouth to stop from screaming as she looked up from her horizontal position at what she could only describe as a synthetic human, a machine made to look like a person. It was beyond the uncanny valley. “Do not struggle.” The machine said in a strange cadence, “You will be dressed appropriately.” The robot was clearly designed to look female. Its skin was pale and lifeless but it covered a slender and busty body. The face looked down at Charlotte without expression. Its eyes looking dull and tired and its mouth in a seemingly permanent half-smile. It was very creepy. “W-What are you?” Charlotte asked in horrified fascination. “I am the Nanny.” Was the stilted response from the figure in front of Charlotte. “I’m… I’m a journalist!” Charlotte exclaimed, “I’m reporting on this place and I demand to be taken to the owner of this facility… And also to be dressed appropriately!” “Your former life doesn’t matter now. I will dress you appropriately.” The Nanny replied. Charlotte watched the robot reach under the table and pull up a piece of clothing that looked very familiar and very alien at the same time. It was a long shirt, pink in colour, with snaps at the bottom. It was yet another item that reminded Charlotte of her time working in a nursery. “I’m not putting a onesie on.” Charlotte said simply. She tried sitting up for the first time but found that she was still too weak. “You will be a good girl and wear what you are told.” The Nanny replied simply. Charlotte wanted to resist and she tried really hard to fight the Nanny which started manipulating her body to put her in the thin onesie. Charlotte was getting increasingly frustrated and angry. Tears fell down her cheek as she blushed at this fresh humiliation. She impotently tried to get her muscles to move but found them to be too weak. Charlotte found herself being moved around like a doll as the Nanny slipped each of her limbs through the holes and pulled the stretchy material over her head. Charlotte could do little more than scowl at the uncaring machine as it went about its task in a cold and calculating manner. Once the onesie was on her, Charlotte could feel the snaps between her legs being fastened together. The soft padding of the diaper was pushed up into the journalist’s crotch as the stretchy onesie hugged Charlotte’s body. The Nanny picked Charlotte up with an ease that surprised the young woman and she was carried over to the large crib. The nanny held Charlotte against her chest in the same way a mother would hold a baby. Charlotte was gently lowered into the baby bed as she looked around for a way out. Apart from the conveyor belt there was one other door but it looked like it was very securely sealed. “I’m not supposed to be here!” Charlotte yelled at the robot as it stood up and left Charlotte alone in the bed. The Nanny didn’t respond. Charlotte watched it press a button that looked like a light switch and a television screen popped out of the wall it was embedded in. Charlotte saw four tubes, one attached to each corner of the screen, they came out of the wall behind the screen and moved over to the crib. Charlotte momentarily forgot her own fear as she watched this incredible machinery in action. “Hey! Come back!” Charlotte shouted. She had looked away to see Nanny opening the secure door and leaving the room. Charlotte was alone. The room was silent for a few seconds. Charlotte wondered briefly if this could be a practical joke but it was far too elaborate for that, the technology on display was stunning. Whatever this was, it was a very advanced operation. Just as Charlotte was about to give up hope on anything happening, the screen suddenly turned on to reveal the same woman from the screen in the machine smiling at her. Charlotte felt an innate hatred of this complete stranger who seemed to mock her suffering with that smile on that face covered in make-up. “Hello again.” The woman said with enthusiasm, “This room will be your home for a few days to allow you to adjust to your new role. You will receive mental and physical training to prepare you for the next step in your journey. Stork Industries thanks you for volunteering for such a noble cause.” “What cause!?” Charlotte shouted at the screen uselessly, “I didn’t volunteer for anything! No one here volunteered for this!” “As you know, Stork Industries supplies couples who wish to have a baby with their own adult baby and you are the latest in a long line of people who have been volunteered into the program. Now get your rest, little one. Tomorrow will be a long day.” The screen switched off as soon as the woman was done talking and the screen was pulled back by its tubes and returned to its original position. “There’s been a mistake!” Charlotte shouted to no one in particular. She was sobbing now as she still couldn’t move her limbs all that well, “I’m not supposed to be here!” When the screen had returned to its original position the lights in the nursery began to dim. Soon the room was almost pitch black apart from a little nightlight next to the large crib. On the ceiling were little pictures of stars and moons. Charlotte sobbed in the dark as she slowly felt her motor functions returning. Soon she was able to stand up in the crib and lean against the bars. The room was very still and very quiet. The only sounds that Charlotte could hear was her own crinkling. Charlotte rubbed her tear-filled eyes and shouted for help. She yelled into the darkness and hoped that somebody would be able to hear and come to help her. She wasn’t supposed to be here, she hadn’t volunteered for anything, and none of the people in the cage upstairs had volunteered for anything. This was false imprisonment! “I’m a journalist! Help!” Charlotte shouted. She could feel herself shaking with fear as she pulled on the bars in an attempt to force her way out. Charlotte tried to use the bars to climb over the restrictive toddler bed but found that the metal bars were far too slippery to climb. “Let me out!” Charlotte shouted into the darkness. The anger inside Charlotte started forcing its way to the surface. No one should be allowed to imprison someone like this with no reason. Charlotte was guilty of nothing except for investigative journalism. This “Stork Industries” organisation had no right to imprison her or anyone else.

While on vacation from work, I've had a 24/7 week with my premium diapers vs cheaper disposables. I intended not to mess in them this week (by going #2 in the toilet when changing from my night diaper to my day diaper) but halfway through the afternoon, I felt the urge and figured if I'm home, may as well. Bonus: My boyfriend has no sense of smell, so there's no rush from him to change out of my stinky diaper!

I can hold it briefly, but not for days on end. Usually this gives just enough time to either diaper up after work, or go at a more convenient time/place.

Wearer24/7, Every urologist that I’ve ever seen has suggested using a condom catheter instead of a diaper. One urologist (whom I fired) even told me that wearing a diaper is “unmanly.” I’ve tried condom catheters, but I greatly prefer wearing a diaper. I’m the one who has to manage my incontinence on a day-to-day basis. So I manage it in the most pleasant (or least unpleasant) way. What others think of the way I handle it is really none of their business.

My Doctor, Diabetic nurse and, continence nurse all know I wear nappies to deal with my incontinence and have never questioned my choice. I tried a condom catheter and couldn't get on with it. It wasn't a problem for them. The urologist and the Doctor never mentioned how I was going to manage my incontinence. This was let to the continence nurse.

So here is Chapter 5, in Meredith's adventure in the Diaper Dimension. Please let me know if you enjoy reading it as much as Iv'e enjoyed writing it. -- ## Chapter 5 - Communication As I lay on my back, with my teddy bear gripped in the crook of my left elbow, looking up at the mobile slowly rotating above me, I wondered why I was so fascinated by it. After all, it was just a handful of bears and bunnies hanging down from the mobile, endlessly tracing a circle. But I think it was more the movement catching my attention, and the soft jingling music accompanying that movement. The mobile held my attention until I began to feel pain in my tummy, with pressure slowly building up to the point where I started involuntarily squirming, grunting, moving and stretching my legs, and feeling my face turn red from exertion. The point where it started to become unbearable, there was a release, and I could smell something horrid down there, under the sheet and blanket I was pinned under. My exertions and cries didn't go unnoticed, and I was quite startled when I noticed Mum enter the room, drop the side of the cot, peel back the blanket and sheet, and lift me up towards her shoulder. "Hehe, I know what your problem is, bubba!", she squealed at me, whilst setting me down atop the change table. Mum's expert hands undid the snaps of my sleeper, and peeled back the material up to my stomach, to reveal a nappy cover. As she undid the cover's velcro wings, we could both smell the issue at hand. My night nappy was both quite wet, and also a bit poopy too, though I could see Mum take the challenge in her stride, cleaning me up, placing a fresh disposable nappy under me, rubbing in some Desitin rash cream over my butt and tush, closing the nappy up between my legs and fastening the tapes. She reached into a drawer for a fresh clean nappy cover, quickly fastening it up, and adjusting the fit to cover all of the disposable, before finally closing up my sleeper. She sat me up in the middle of the changing table, and leaned over, resting her head on her hands, elbows on the table. "So today, girlie, we'll get some brekky, and then I'll take you to see a doctor, then maybe some lunch. Does that sound like some fun?" I was only interested in the breakfast, so I eagerly nodded, and started slapping my hands on my thighs. Mum picked me up, and walked off into the kitchen, placing me in the high chair. She handed me what looked to be a circular teething toy. "Here you go, princess, say 'ta'". The ring had little bumps and indentations all over it, and I let out a 'ba ba ba' as I took it from Mum, immediately stuffing it into my mouth. It tasted a little plasticky, but was also quite squishy and soothing to my toothless gums. Before I could start drooling all over my sleeper, Mum had tied a cloth bib around my neck. I watched Mum make breakfast, giggling and baby talking away through the teething ring, occasionally banging it against the high chair's tray. "Are you in a good mood this morning, Meredith?" Uh huh, yes I was! I had a good sleep last night, had an amazing dream about something, of which I didn't recall, but that didn't matter. "Hey hey! Stop banging your toy, you'll break it!" The ring went straight back into my mouth. Mum grabbed a stool from under the island bench, and sat down next to me, placing the bowl of steaming oatmeal on the bench next to the high chair. Grabbing a spoon, she loaded it up with some oatmeal, and offered it to me. "Ok, deary, the choice is yours - either the ring, or the oatmeal?", she cooed at me, with a smirk and a raised right eyebrow. I had no choice, really, so I dropped the ring on the tray, and opened my mouth, salivating for some food. It didn't take long though for my stomach to pass on messages of fullness, causing me to hesitate before each mouthful. But somehow I made it to the end of the bowl, and sat back in the high chair feeling full with some light-headedness from the food coma that was sure to hit me, watching Mum move around the island bench into the kitchen. She retrieved a banana from a fruit bowl, peeled it, and cut it up into tiny pieces, placing them onto a plate. She also grabbed a bottle of milk formula from the warmer, walked back to me, picked me up out of the high chair, and sat down on a couch nearby, placing me on her lap. As I reclined back against her stomach, she offered me a piece of the banana, which I took with my right hand. Although I knew that it was a banana piece, for the life of me I couldn't remember what a banana tasted like. It felt soft and squishy in my hand, yet I had no hesitation in stuffing it into my mouth. While my tastebuds were exploding with the new taste and smell of the banana piece, and forgetting for a moment that I had no space in my tummy for much else, Mum reached over to the coffee table, and retrieved her phone. "Yes, good morning, my name is Jennifer Bradley, and I'm calling to see if Dr Greyson is available to examine my daughter, Meredith, today if possible please? ... Yes, yes, that's her, she underwent NAP therapy... Yes... Ok, excellent, 11am is fine, thanks! ... Ok, we'll be there! Bye!" She looked at me, and handed over another piece of banana. I was in culinary heaven, and eagerly grabbed the offered piece, pushing it straight into my mouth, though not without getting half of it all over my chin and cheeks and nose. "Hehe, silly you, you're supposed to eat it, not paint your face with it!", Mum giggled at me, before cleaning my face with the bib. "I'll need a wipe for this, actually", she mumbled to herself, leaning over to the coffee table again, and retrieving a wipe from a packet. After cleaning my face and hands of the banana, she offered me the warm bottle of milk. Though my stomach was telling me that I was already full, my eyes were too big for my stomach, opening my mouth once more for some liquid nourishment. She supported my back with her left arm, her left hand cradling my butt, and offered the bottle's teat to my mouth. No sooner had I started suckling the warm, amazing tasting milk, stomach messages told brain centres to slow down. Food coma hit hard, my eyelids started obeying the laws of gravity, my eyes rolled into the back of their sockets, and I slowly nursed away into la la land. I woke up with a start as I felt my body in motion. Looking around I discovered I was strapped into the car capsule, with Mum carrying it across a car park towards some large buildings. As she entered one building through a set of sliding doors, my olfactory sensed disinfectant, and I looked up to see big squares of fluorescent lights. With the sounds and movements around me, I gathered we were in a hospital. Mum placed the capsule on the floor, and leaned over a counter to speak to an unknown person. "Hi, I'm here to see Dr Greyson, I have an 11 o'clock appointment?" "Please take a seat just over there, Mrs Bradley, and Doctor be along shortly to see you" "Thanks!", she replied casually, as she bent down to pick up the capsule. Finding a seat, she placed the capsule on the seat next to her, so I could see her. "Did you have a good sleep, Meredith?" Yup, I did, so I nodded, and yawned, my paci falling out of my mouth. Mum leant in and placed it back where it belonged. After a couple of minutes waiting, with Mum texting away on her phone, we were called into the doctor's office. "Hiya Mrs Bradley", Dr Greyson cheerfully greeted us, as we entered his examination room. "And how is Meredith today?", he asked as Mum sat down at his desk, placing my capsule on the desk. Dr Greyson looked in at me, and started to undo the restraints. "Meredith is progressing quite well at home, Doc, but she has some very weird episodes from time to time. Last night it took Keith and I ages to calm her down, it was the worst one yet" "Describe them to me", Dr Greyson asked, as he lifted me out of the capsule, after wrapping me up in my blanket. "Well, she could be interacting with me normally, but suddenly her focus changes, her eyes roll up and get really twitchy, like she's in the middle of a dream, her whole body twitches, arms and legs sometimes get a bit animated, she's spaced out, and largely unresponsive" "For how long?" "Oh, up to about a minute or so" I was totally fascinated by this talk, about how I was reacting physically to my flashbacks. "Is she convulsing during these episodes?", Dr Greyson enquired as he laid me down on an examination bed. "I need to listen to her heart and chest if that's ok?" "No, she doesn't convulse during these episodes, she would often be quite limp" Dr Greyson unwrapped me from the blanket. Mum had dressed me in a light yellow sun dress, so Dr Greyson lifted the hem to expose my little chest and tummy. Placing the cold stethoscope on my chest caused an inhalation of breath from shock each time, and squirming of my legs. "Yeah, her heart is good, beating strongly", he noted. He lowered the hem of my sun dress, covering me back up, and grabbed my hands, looking at them, and then forcing my arms around. He did the same with my feet, examining them, then moving my legs up and down, bending my knees. He wrapped me back up in the blanket, then retrieved a tool to look into my ears. "Does she scream at all during the episodes?" "No, she's quite silent actually. It's only when we wake her from them that she has a crying fit" "And the one last night, what was she doing at the time?". Dr Greyson pulled a penlight from his top pocket, and flicked a beam of light into each of my eyes. I could do nothing but blink in response. "Oh, you've got me there... let me think for a sec. She was in the playpen in the home theater room, we were watching TV. I think she was looking at the screen at the time too." "What was on the screen?". Dr Greyson stopped what he was doing, and looked at Mum. "I think the news was on, yes, yes, that's right", Mum thought aloud "Do you remember what the news item was about?" "No, not really, but now I think about it, Meredith must have reacted to whatever it was" I nodded slowly, looking at Mum the entire time. Dr Greyson laid me back into the capsule. I couldn't see either him or Mum, so I started to fidget, moving my arms and legs. "Mrs Bradley, Meredith looks fine, there's physically nothing wrong. However, if you recall, we did discuss an issue during Meredith's NAP procedure, and I subsequently followed up with the technician... let me see my notes here...". He scanned through a ream of notes, finding the right page. "Yes, yes. Initial stages of the NAP procedure involve compiling character traits. The procedure is so invasive that we can turn individual traits on, or off, or augment existing traits as required by the specifications. Looking at these notes, I'm led to believe that she has somehow retained her prior adult knowledge..." "Which is why she can understand me!", Mum interjected, excitedly. "Yes, indeed. However, this is only temporary", he stated, and looked up to Mum. "Oh, how so?" "If you don't use it, you lose it, essentially. So if she can't use that adult knowledge, it will fade away over time, quite sadly." "How long?" "Could be days, weeks, months, we really don't know, I'm sorry" I was quite still by this stage, listening intently. This was not good news. My memory of Stowe and old mum would soon dissolve away. "Oh, so she will get to the stage where she won't understand me?" "No, on the contrary, she's constantly learning new things, as babies do, and will learn to interact and understand, also as babies do over time." "So her episodes will gradually disappear?" "Yes, she's probably recollecting old knowledge based on events or surroundings, so yes, as that old knowledge fades away, so will her episodes." I started crying once I realised I was bound by an unknown timeframe within which I had to contact Stowe. As Mum clicked my capsule into the car carrier affixed in our SUV, her phone started ringing, emitting a strange ringtone - "It's your daughter, that's right! You know the one, your d to the a to the u to the g to the h to the t...". She quickly reached into the capsule to finish arranging the blanket covering me, closed the door, and pulled out her phone. I started giggling at the silliness of the ringtone. "Hiya Sarah!", I could hear Mum speaking away as she jumped into the drivers seat. "Wait a sec, and Ill set up speakerphone. " Mum fiddled with the phone for a second after starting the SUV, and suddenly I heard a new voice over the truck's speakers. "Mum! How are you?" "I'm awesome, Sarah, baby, how are you?". Sarah was the youngest of the two natural-born Amazon children in the Bradley clan. I'd never heard her voice until now, a voice which seemed strong and vibrant. "I'm great, Mum. Got your message, and yes, I'd love to do lunch today, and meet little Meredith." "I was hoping you'd say that! Is Kaitlyn with you? " "No, Mum, she's in daycare today!" "Aww, I was hoping that Meredith could meet her. Oh well" "Sorry, Mum. Gotta keep working on her socialising skills. Anyway, you did say lunch, and I'm starved!" "Meet me at Bellamys in the Mall, 30 minutes" "Righteo Mum, see ya soon" Jolts of energy ripped through my little body when I heard we were going to Bellamys. I loved the coffee at that place, and those lovely toasted cheese sandwiches they made. Synapses reminded me that we were on our way to Bellamys for coffee when Mummy Henderson and I were run over. Surely, fate doesn't strike twice? Ten minutes later, Mum found a parking spot for the SUV. She spent a few minutes cursing at the back of the truck, fidgetting with something, before appearing at my door with the stroller half of my baby capsule. The capsule itself clicked into the stroller's frame, so Mum didn't have to undo any of the harness restraints, or remove me from the capsule. I was faced towards her, so I couldn't see anything in front of us. The capsule's sun shield was raised to cover me from the hot sun, so my visibility out to the sides reduced even further. She threw a nappy bag into the bottom of the stroller, hung her purse across the stroller handlebars, and we were off into the Mall proper. The Mall began as a pedestrian-only open-air street, blocked off to all traffic bar emergency vehicles. With shops on both sides of the street, there were people everywhere, shopping, eating, and enjoying the fine sunny and hot weather. Looking back past Mum, I caught a brief glimpse of the exact spot Mummy H and I were run over. Within the block beyond was the HH&S office. I wondered whether Stowe was still at work. Looking around, I noticed that Amazons didn't care for an obvious natural baby in a stroller, taking no notice of me. I did see some Littles in various states of regression, from a small group of very nervous adult Littles (a couple of them hiding what looked to be cardboard placards), to individuals who were confined to strollers wearing nothing but a nappy, to one perched on the hip of an Amazon mum, to twins who were led around by neck collars and tethered by leashes under control of their Amazon parents. I really hoped some of those who were in states of distress weren't HH&S placed Littles. As we waited to cross a road at the top of the Mall, I watched an adult Little, around 30 years old, who was strapped into a stroller. His abdomen was encased in a very thick evening-weight plain white disposable nappy, which spread his legs wide apart. The sleeveless shirt he was also wearing had no hope of covering the bulk of the nappy, so I had no choice but to see the yellow stains in the crotch, and a hint of brown skidmarks towards the seat. He didn't look happy, as he squirmed and fidgetted, the hot sun streaming down across his exposed face, arms and legs, a silencing pacifier in his mouth, drool slowly creeping down from a corner. His Amazonian mother looked none the wiser for his distress, which was sad. That Little would be in pain for days with the sunburn he was being subjected to. That one reminder of how bad it could be for Littles made me start to appreciate how lucky I was with my own situation. Being regressed into a natural-born baby's body and mind now didn't seem so bad, though I would have liked to have at least retained the ability to talk. I'd not been otherwise mistreated by Mum or Dad. A block up the Mall, the open-air space transformed into a proper under-the-one-roof major shopping centre. It was hot enough outside that, as Mum pushed me through the doors into the air-conditioned building, I inhaled the frigid air, and ended up holding my breath from the shock of the temperature difference. I knew that Bellamys was near the centre of the building, overlooking a quite beautiful indoor fountain. Give the Amazons credit where credit was due, they certainly knew how to lay out beautiful and functionally relaxing spaces for the population. Mum selected a window table inside Bellamys, through which she could survey the comings and goings through the rest of the shopping centre, but more importantly, get all excited when her daughter appeared around the centre courtyard fountain. I was thoroughly bored until I caught sight of Sarah Bradley for the first time. She was almost the same height as Mum, but was much more petite, slim, but fit. She wore a conservative plain knee-length dress with a stitched bodice which accentuated her perky, 22 year old youthful breasts. Minimal makeup, with some lip gloss, as that seemed to be all she needed. She noticed Mum, and glided across the tiled floor of the centre into Bellamys with ease, kissing and hugging her mum for a good minute or so, until she noticed me. "My, oh my, aren't you the most adorably stunningly cute baby, Miss Meredith!", she cooed and giggled at me, her face not more than about a metre away from me. "May I?", she asked, glancing across to my Mum. "Sure!" Sarah unhesitatingly extracted me from the baby capsule, and brought me to her shoulder, giving me a smotheringly great hug, which looked like it was crushing every bone in my tiny fragile body, but was executed really very gently and carefully. She was as much a pro at handling me as Mum was, as I remembered that she had a baby of her own. She smooth talked to me for a few minutes while Mum ordered the food, cooing and cuddling and giggling whilst tickling my belly and feet. "You've got such beautiful blue eyes, missy princess!" "Here, be a kind mother, and give this to the impossibly cute princess in your arms there", Mum joked, as she handed Sarah a bottle of formula for me. Sarah sat the bottle on the table in front of her, laid me down on top of my blanket stretched across her lap, swaddled me in it which surprised me, and then laid me across her arm (much like Mum did), before offering me the bottle. I accepted the teat, latched on, and started to nurse and suck down my milk-based lunch with a sigh, disappointed that I wasn't in any position to taste one of Bellamy's wonderfully rich aromatic coffees. The two women had ordered sandwiches and coffees, so I resigned myself to my fate, and began to embrace the milk coma sensations. "Hey, Mum, has Mark contacted you yet?" "No, why?" "He's home tomorrow. Their cruise docks about 6 in the morning." "Hmm... So he tells his sister, but not his mother?" Sarah couldn't help but giggle at that comment. "Guess I'm special, huh!". She looked down, and studied my sleeping face. "She's like that all the time, Sarah" "Very cute, but a very slow feeder" Sarah had to keep jiggling the teat firmly latched within my mouth for me to respond with a few more sucks. I was dead to the world as Stowe walked into Bellamys, stopping at the counter and ordering a coffee to go, looking around at those inside the cafe, including one sleeping Amazon baby with two unknown Amazon women. I was wide awake when Mum opened our front door, and carried me into the cool and calm atmosphere of our house. Placing the capsule on the island bench, she released the harness buckles, and lifted me out of the capsule. With a kiss on the nose, she sat me on the rug in the living area, walking off to pack away some shopping in the kitchen. I was initially quite confused, as she was ignoring me. Time to explore then, so I leaned forward, placing both palms flat on the rug, and lifted my butt, so i was on my knees. After a few shaky moments whilst I worked out my balance, and some tentative shuffles, I giggled away, causing drool to ooze out around the pacifier firmly lodged between my gums, dropping onto the tiled floor. "Oh dear, I think you need a bib", I heard, looking up to see Mum bend over and fasten a cloth bib around my neck. "ok now, off you go and play". She wanted me to explore, I realised. Since arriving home from NAP, I'd not been given this kind of freedom, being cuddled, fed, trapped in my high chair, my cot, the capsule or the playpen. So I decided to start with the home theatre room, where I knew some of my toys were located. Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle across the tiled floors. The sliding glass doors were ajar, so I tried pushing one of them, which worked, their movement effortless and smooth. My knees felt relief when I crawled onto the thick pile carpet in the HT room. Dad's recliner was folded up, with the playpen pushed in front of it. Under the window sill was a plastic crate full of toys, some of which I noticed were too old and used to be for me. But there was also a handful of bright and glossy wood blocks, varying in shapes and sizes. Some plushies, teddy bears, a few little doll figurines, some rattles, a brightly coloured teething ring, some soft plastic tools, rakes, and little shovels. I grabbed a teddy bear, and put its ear straight into my mouth. I quickly withdrew it, after feeling all that hair against my tongue. So I selected a safer option, dropped the bear, and pulled the teething ring out of the box, which felt squishy against my gums. Strangely soothing too. I was sitting on my butt, contemplating why the ring felt so good against my gums, when I noticed all the little blinking lights behind a glass door in the TV cabinet. Crawling across the carpet to the TV cabinet, my paci swinging wildly from side to side with each swish of my legs and butt, I tried to open the door, but it didn't budge. Hmm, there's a computer in there, and I could see a keyboard too. There was also a games console. I looked up at the TV panel perched high up on the wall out of reach, noticing the little camera lens hung from under the TV. A synapse fired suggesting that the camera may be attached to the console to allow it to sense movement. How could I contact Stowe, I wondered? I was sitting up again, looking at the lens, when my consciousness was suddenly transported into my office. Lounging in my executive chair felt good, but my happiness faded at the pile of documents, books, papers all over my desk. My computer keyboard was front and centre, the screen showing an email program. But touching the keys did nothing, they were frozen in place, the email screen remained blank. Maybe nothing worked in this reality because then I'd be modifying the state of objects, which could change my future, or others futures, and that's obviously not possible, even in this Dimension. I glanced across the desk, my gaze falling onto the picture of Stowe. This is what I was after. I picked it up, and ran my fingers down the photo. God he looked good, such a spunk, ready to rumble in da jungle! My pointer finger rested on his name plate, remembering that it was just numbers "for security". If I contacted him, I could use that number as identification of who I was! Stowe would believe the message was from me! That was the point where my head hit the carpeted floor, I started screaming from the pain, and looking up at mum walking through the doors to the Home Theatre Room, a concerned look etched across her face. ---- Sergeant Jacksen suffered through working in an open-plan office, and found concentrating on his work hard during those times of crisis where the office seemed to be exploding with bodies and noise. Co-workers would constantly refer to him, as their section leader, for advice on issues, cases, reports. No matter the day or night outside, life within Federal Police HQ never stopped, but there were odd occasions when he could look around and see almost noone. When the office was hushed, as it was this beautifully crisp clear Friday morning, he could do his reports, figures for those higher up the chain, or rosters for his team. Occasionally, he'd escape the office, to walk the beat with someone else from the team, patrol around the city in a car, or skip off to lunch or a coffee. Not on this occasion, though. He was head down in a report on protests at the Inter-Dimensional UN, when he heard his desk phone ring. "Sergeant Jacksen speaking!" "Good morning Sergeant Jacksen, this is Mark Bradley returning your call?" "Mark, Mark, Mark, oh yeah!", Jac mumbled as he took a few seconds to remember who Mark Bradley was. "I've been asked by a Private Investigator to get in touch with you to discuss a security matter. Are you able to meet me in Interview Room ... lets see which one's available... Interview Room 5.04 in, say, 30 minutes?" "I'm currently at home, unpacking, so can we make it in an hour's time?" "Yup, we can do that!", Jac responded happily into the phone. "Thanks, I think I can get up to Level 5 with my pass. Is that room inside or outside the security doors?" "Outside, you should be fine for access." About 50 minutes later, Jac walked into the interview room, sat down, set up his laptop, and dialed Stowe's number through the conferencing system. "Stowe here, talk to me" "Stowe, bro, it's Jac, and you're on speaker phone, buddy!" "Jaccy boy, what's up brother?" "I've got Mark Bradley coming up in a sec, got some time to chat?", Jac enquired "Yeah, I'll just shut my office door, wait one ..." There was a knock on the door, and Mark popped his head in, "Sergeant?" "Come in, I've got the PI on speaker phone", as a way of opening the meeting. "Mr Bradley, it's Stowe from Henderson Henderson & Stowe, how are you?", a slightly metallic rendition of Stowe's voice eminated from the speakerphone in the middle of the desk. "Oh, Mr Stowe, I'm quite refreshed after a bit of a holiday? Say, how is Mrs Henderson these days?", Mark leant over the table. "Mark, Mrs Henderson is dead. She was ... *cough* she was deliberately run over some weeks ago", Stowe said quietly. "Her death is part of why Sergeant Jacksen and I have been trying to contact you" Mark looked shattered. Once Michael's adoption was registered, Mark and Sue had no requirement to maintain contact with Mrs Henderson or HH&S, and thus had no idea of the tragedy that befell HH&S. Although they never met Stowe in person, Michael eventually told them all about him. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that news. Mrs Henderson was very professional in her work, and we're so very grateful to her for setting us up with Michael." "Thanks Mark", Stowe responded, trailing off into silence for a few seconds. "Mr Stowe, you've alluded to her death being deliberate, and that I needed to get in touch because of a security issue, does this have anything to do with Michael?", Mark queried, his voice betraying some alarm and stress. "Unfortunately, yes. Mrs Henderson died whilst trying to protect the whereabouts of Michael from some very unsavoury people. I initially thought her being run over was not related, but my investigations showed otherwise. But the HH&S office was broken into a few days ago, and the perps gained access to some documents detailing the adoption of Michael Stone...". Mark looked up at Jac, who was furiously typing away on his laptop. Unknown to Mark, Jac was in the middle of authorising an order for round-the-clock protection of Mark's home address. "... which included your details, home address, and the like. From what I can deduce, both events are the work of the Ramon Family, who are after Michael in particular." "Who are they?", Mark questioned. Jac opened up before Stowe could answer, "Mark, the Ramon Family have long been suspected of having ties to an Inter-Dimensional Mafia, who are very dangerous, as you'd imagine. We also believe Don Ramon, or one of his goons, were responsible for slaughtering Michael's family. Has Michael ever said anything about what happened?" "No, never, though I'll query him tonight when I get home!", Mark shot back. "Mark, you work in Computer Crime & Forensics, did you ever do any surveillance / counter-surveillance training?", Stowe questioned. "Yes, a bit of both. I'm a techie though, Mr Stowe, I don't have a military bone in my body, so I can't slink around like a cat, or defend myself in a CQB fight, if you know what I mean." "Ok, then you need to remember your counter-surveillance training, and ensure you're not followed to or from work. You also need to tell your family to stay inside the house", Stowe coached. "Do you have a gun issued to you?" "No, but I suppose this is as good a reason as any to chase one up", Mark quipped. "Mark, I've arranged for protection of your family and home", Jac advised quietly, looking up from his laptop screen, "... it'll all be set up within the hour. I'll also send you the form required for you to be issued a departmental sidearm." "Thanks, Sarge. Suppose, Mr Stowe, I just give up Michael to this Ramon dude?" Stowe whistled to himself, before answering, "Mark, you don't want to do that. Ramon will still ensure there are no loose ends, so that means your entire family is in danger from him". Stowe paused, to let the gravity of the situation sink into Mark. "He will make a play at some stage, we just all need to be ready for when that happens. I'm sure Sergeant Jacksen would like nothing more than to round up Ramon and his goons, and I have some unfinished business to attend to as well." "And the rest of the Bradley clan? Mum, dad, sister? Will they be affected by this too?" "I think so. They all know Michael has been adopted by you. So that alone would be reason enough for Don Ramon to go after them too", Stowe mused. "He doesn't leave loose ends dangling in the breeze". "Great, excellent!", Mark exclaimed with some anger, before slamming the table and burying his head in his hands. ---- Mum, dad and I were relaxing in the Home Theatre Room late that evening, watching a very funny sitcom on the TV screen. I leaned right back against Mum's tummy, nursing quietly on my pacifier, my hands resting on her thighs, or sometimes fisted up and rubbing my tired eyes. Dad was alternating between tapping away on his phone, and watching the TV. Every time Mum laughed, I couldn't help but giggle. "Who you messaging, Keith?", Mum casually enquired. "Mark! They arrived back home this morning. " "Sweet" Keith leaned over and showed Mum his phone, which was displaying a photo of a cruise ship scene, with Mark, Sue, Michael, and two Amazon toddlers (Kerry-Anne being 3 years old and Thomas who was almost 5). "Cute kids, nice photo!" That was the first time I'd seen Michael since rescuing him. He looked healthy, and happy. The other two looked like bundles of pure energy and trouble. "Yes, quite cute indeed!". Keith went back to his messaging. "Hey, Jenn, Mark has suggested we have a BBQ tomorrow. What do ya think?" "Yeah, sure! I’ll have to go get some groceries though.” Keith returned his attention back to his phone once more. "Would be good if Sarah and her new Little came along too", Jen put it out there. "Agreed" "Ok, I'll let her know it's on. If she turns up, she turns up". With that, both parents were buried in their phones. The laughter buried within the sitcom went unnoticed, the jokes falling on deaf ears. ---- Stowe looked at his watch, which told him quite matter-of-factly that it was close to bed time. With a couple of beers in the belly already, he called it quits rather than order another beer, grabbed his backpack from off the seat next to him, and walked out of the Talley Arms Inn into the coolish evening air. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out his car key, turning left to head up the hill towards the Battlewagon, parked about a hundred metres up the road. Just as he reached the truck, an idea crystallised into his mind. Jumping into the drivers seat, he pulled out his phone, set it into the cradle screwed into the dash next to the driver’s side A-pillar, pulled up the mapping software, and punched in Mark Bradley’s street address. It was across the other side of town, about a 30 minute drive. With the lack of traffic at such an hour, he arrived into the neighbourhood within about twenty minutes. Stopping in a street three blocks from Mark’s house, he parked the truck, grabbed his pistol out of the glove compartment, racked it, then exited the truck, locking it behind him. Walking briskly, but quietly, he walked up two blocks, then carefully edged up the side of a hedgerow to a 4-way intersection, looking left around the corner down the street towards Mark’s house. According to his calculations, the guy’s house should be second from the far end of the next block down, and the other side of the street. His heart sank when he could just see through the gloom a number of cars parked, down both sides of the street. As his night vision picked up, and he slowed his heart rate, he started to see little details emerge. The street itself dipped down into a bit of a depression, before gently rising back up and up into the distance. Hungerford Hill it was called. The end of the road, way off in the distance, disappeared into the heavy foggy moisture that hung around after the hot day. Across the street from Mark’s driveway stood a car with a roof rack full of lights - cops. They’d be the 24 hour security detail. Not smart at all using a vehicle that was obviously a police car, but maybe that was the strategy - to scare away the bad guys. Stowe could see no other movement in any of the other cars he could see. He laid down against the hedgerow, with just his head visible if one cared to look up the street. Stowe was a master marksman, a sniper in his SF days, so he knew all about patience. Yes, his night vision was returning to him, but after a while, he was fighting ghost images, formed by the moisture hanging in the still midnight air, caressing the overhead street lights. His patience was rewarded when, about two hours after starting his stakeout, he saw a flicker of light in a vehicle on his side of the street, parked near the intersection between himself and Mark’s residence. Bingo. With his tiredness all but gone through a much-needed jolt of adrenaline, he backtracked towards his truck, and combat-ran around the block, a big U shape, cautiously inching up towards the street corner nearest where he noticed the brief spark of light. Being much closer, he could see more detail of the target, a single body in the vehicle, the person’s back to Stowe, quietly smoking a cigarette, whilst intently studying the house through a pair of binoculars. Who was this person? Just as Stowe was about to step out towards the street, he stopped, realising this was the same make and model of car that had run over Mrs H. How stupid was this guy? Why didn’t he dispose of it? Stowe was conflicted - a pistol shot would attract the cops further down the street, and he had no knife to effect a silent kill. At about three in the morning, Stowe pulled out his phone, and sent a message to Jacksen. [Stowe] Jac! Wake up! I’ve got a lead on the driver! [Jacksen] Don’t do anything, Stowe! Tell me where you are, and I’ll bring the cavalry. [Stowe] Fuck that, this asshole’s mine! [Jacksen] Think, bro, think! You cannot blow this guy away, however much you want to… There really was only one option open to him - withdraw, bide his time, and continue to be patient. [Stowe] You’re right [Jacksen] Just don’t let that fucker out of your sight!

These last two chapters don't have very many changes, just a few spelling errors I found here and there and reworded a few things I didn't like. I would say most of the story will remain the same but there are a few new chapters I want to write, and add more information about characters that didn't get as much development. 05 - Old Wounds Three Weeks Ago The last three years of her life had changed Bryce more than even she wanted to admit. The first weeks after everything had happened she had blamed herself, that if only she had been faster or called her mother more she would have saved them. In the end however she knew it wasn’t her fault, even the littles that had pushed her out of the way on the bus she couldn’t blame. They had been looking out for themselves and if her and Kyle had gotten on one of them would have ended up in diaper land. It's every little for themselves, she didn’t dislike other littles like she did amazons she just understood that sometimes sacrifices had to be made to survive. Just the day before when she got off the bus she was walking down the street next to another little who she didn’t know when a random amazon stopped them both. “Aren’t you two so cute, is your mommy around here?” Before the other little could say or do anything Bryce covered her nose and yelled, “Eww, your poopy!” The other Little face twisted into shock, fear and confusion all at once. The amazon quickly scooped the little up to check, and while the little was busy attempting to get free Bryce made her way quickly down the street and out of sight. “Every little for themselves,” she thought. She had gotten a job ironically at a adopted little supply store in the mall, she believed it was better to hide in plain sight. The shelves were large and deep and many times amazons couldn't reach to the back, but Bryce could crawl down the shelf and moves things to the front. The biggest gain from being a little working in a store for adopted little was no fear of being adopted. For one, her workers badge worked through the whole mall. This meant she could do her shopping without fear as long as she had her badge on. Second reason was how helpful she was, at least once a week a litttle would get away from their "Mommy" and would need to be found before they got away. This was her strongest role, a little would run from an amazon but not another little. All she had to do was find them and let their "Mommy" know, the littles either had no clue she had tattled on them or soon wouldn't have the IQ to remember anyway. It was her day off and the sound of her phone receiving a text pulled her away from her fridge where she was attempting to figure out her breakfast. It was strange for her to get texts; her work would call from time to time but they didn’t text. I don’t know if you still have this number but please you have to help, your father and I need you. We will be at the park across from our old place around noon, please hurry. Bryce put her phone down on the table and walked to the window. Could it really be her parents? It had been three years, why now? The questions filled her mind, and with no answers to go on she had to make a choice. Her life was a stable one, maybe a little empty as she hadn’t had a friend since everything happened but it was sable. She pondered on the question for a while, to go or not? In the end, she came to only one truth, if she didn’t go and see she would never be able to live with herself knowing she had a chance to make things right. She couldn’t be stupid about this, if she was it could be the end for her and her parents. She didn’t want to respond, that could be a bigger risk then not answering. The number looked familiar to her but she couldn’t remember when or where she saw it. Bryce could only conclude two outcomes as to why her parents would contact her, first was that they had gotten away and needed to find someplace safe. The other was that their new “Mommy” was going to be taking them to the park and they wanted her to help them get away. In either case she needed to be able to be in the park but not have anyone suspect why she why a random little was walking around the park. She quickly went into her closet and got everything she would need for this "undercover operation." In her closet, she pulled out baggy clothing for her parents if they were dressed like babies to help get them out of the area. The other part of her bag had a very thick diaper made for a baby just passed the crawler stage which would give her a very large waddle. Sometimes packages would be broken or damage and it would be written off and tossed, she had manage to snag a few things just in case. With any luck, she would arrive at the playground area in the park and be able to blend in with the babies and littles. If her parents were dressed like adults and on the run she could take off the diaper and get her parents out of there, if they were being treated as babies it would allow her to get close without drawing attention. Without any time to lose she grabbed her things and went to the bus. Though she had moved a few towns over she wasn’t too far away, thus the bus ride would get her there in plenty of time. It was almost 11:30 by the time she got to the park and there was already a good number of babies and Littles at the playground that she could slip in unnoticed. One side of the play area there was a row of bushes that bent around the playground area which would make a great cover for her to change. Once she was behind the bushes she quickly started to strip herself down; shirt, pants, bra, panties and even her socks and shoes. She pulled out the insanely thick diaper and a small bottom of baby powder, the diaper was the thickest she had ever have had on and wondered why anyone would buy these. She attempted to tape it in such a way that she would be able to slide it off when she was ready. Standing was extremely strange as the diaper was meant for a baby or Little that was still 75%-80% a crawler so it wasn't meant for her to be walking or running in. She quickly put on the pink princess shirt on that only covered the top of her diaper. Her father had always told her not to trust amazons, and since she couldn't trust them she would have to fool them. The clothing was something no self respecting Little would ever put on themselves and as such no one would think she was anything more then a dumb baby. With nothing on but a t-shirt and a think diaper she was ready to go. Putting her clothes and phone in her backpack she slid it under the bush, no one would find it unless they knew it was there. With that she quickly made her way around into the play area without any of the amazons noticing her joining. The play area was sand and it was warm on her feet, made it a little slower to move but on the plus side it seemed to help her from falling over in her diaper. She went around to each Little on the play ground looking for her parents, but all the while making it look like she was just a mindless baby like the other Littles. As an amazon started walking toward her she got scared at first until a Little boy behind her yelled, "Mommy." Bryce quickly put half her hand in her mouth and let the drool run down her hand and onto her shirt. The amazon looked right at Bryce as she picked up the boy, "Aren't you a cutie, I bet you're a lot happier without those big girl thoughts in your head?" "More in my head then yours, dumbass" Bryce thought to herself and the Amazon moved off with the Little. It was clear that her parents weren't any of the Littles in the play area, she was able to see most of the park from the play area so she would know when they arrived. As time passed more Littles and their amazons came and left, along with others in the park such as Littles and In-Betweeners. After another Amazon had comment on her cuteness she felt the need to pee, while being a Little in a wet diaper was bad it would be suspect if a baby Little like her was dry for too long. After finding a spot where the Amazons couldn't see she was able to calm herself enough to let go and flood her diaper. It had been three years since she last wore or used a diaper so she wasn't shocked it took some doing. However the crawler diaper was even worse when it was wet and walking was almost impossible, so she sat down in the sand pretending to be playing with it while keeping a "mindless" eye on everyone coming and going. It wasn't long before another amazon came into the area with a stroller for two. The amazon stopped and pulled the Littles out of the stroller, though Bryce couldn't get a good view as they were on the other end of the playground. The amazon took the girl and plopped her on the ground with another Little girl that had a bucket she was playing with. "Ok Emmy, you play here and Mommy will feed your brother while we wait for your little sister." the amazon pulls up the girls shirt and pull open the back of her diaper, "I'll change you after your brother is fed sweetie." Bryce crawled her way around the jungle jim to the new girl. I wasn't long before she was standing behind the new Little, though she couldn't see the amazon as she was blocked from view by the jungle jim. The smell of the girls diaper was like a nightmare, and that was coming from someone who worked in a store with babyfied Littles in dirty diapers. She gently pulled on the girls shoulder to get her to turn, and as she did, Bryce's jaw dropped. It was her mother. Her mother was sitting in the sand in a dirty diaper and the same pink princess t-shirt and crawler diaper she had on. Her mother had a vacant look on her face as drool dripped from her chin. "Mom, you in there?" Bryce waved her hand trying to keep her voice down. "Mom snap out of it we have to go," Bryce was running out of time and her mother was just out of it. This didn't make sense, did her mother get caught sending the text message? As Bryce was thinking her mother had been playing with the sand in he hands this whole time, and suddenly flung her hands in the air like the happy baby she was and got sand right in her daughters eye. "DAMN IT MOM!" Bryce yelled without thinking. Suddenly alarms were going off in her head as her mother starting crying you eyes out. "Emmy whats wrong?" The Amazon called as she walked over to her along with another amazon who was coming to pick up her daughter. Bryce had crawled her diaper off, or wished she had to get around the jungle jim in time from being seen. The Amazon with the Little girl that wasn't her mother picked up her own Little. "I hope your Little girl's alright, she has been a good girl all day." The Amazon holding her mother sounded confused for a moment, "all day?" "Oh, yes she is well behaved isn't she? Such a cute little stinker." As the extra amazon walked away Bryce made sure she wasn't seen, all the while keeping an eye on her mother and her mothers new "Mommy." "It looks like your little sister is already here sweetie, let's find out." The amazon pulled out a cell phone soon held it to her ear. It was a moment later that the phone in Bryce's backpack started ringing. However the backpack was in the bush on the other side of the playground and she would have to pass the amazon to get to it. However the amazon had not missed the sound and quickly put her mother down and went over to the bush. It was at that moment it click, it was all a trap. Somehow the amazon had gotten her number and tricked her to come back for her parents. Bryce was quickly backing up out of the play area keeping her eyes on her mother's captor. Everything she needed was in there, her ID, money, clothing, cell phone and even her workers pass so she didn't get adopted on the job. The badge didn't help outside of the mall but a badge that said "No Adoption" on it did help. Bryce knew at that moment things couldn't get any worse and knew she had to get out of there and turned to waddle run as fast as she could. She should have looked where she was going as she ran right into someone as she turned around and without thinking opened her mouth, "watch where your going." Looking up at an amazon in a jogging outfit. Bryce looked at her once and took off down the path away from the playground which was blocked from view by the bushes. She only made it a few waddles before the amazon caught her. "Let me down I'm not a baby." "That's up for debate, you're in a wet crawler diaper that no adult Little would ever wear themselves." the women held Bryce by her armpits and looked her right in the eyes. "I bet you're one of those Littles that want to be a baby but is scared of getting a bad mommy, well your in luck sweetie. Whats your name, you can call me Mommy." "Bryce, now will you let me down I'm not a baby and I don't want to be a baby." Bryce kept struggling to get free as another amazon walked up with a stroller. "She has a lot of energy, she must be newly adopted." the passer by asked. "You have no idea, maybe about two min ago," her new "Mommy" answered. " Congratulations she is a cute one that's for sure. Here this will help for new babies." Bryce suddenly found herself being cradled in this women's arm as a pacifier was shoved in her mouth. There was a strange taste to it, not a bad taste just...strange. She felt warm allover as her eyelid suddenly felt extremely heavy and she past out in her new Mommy's arms.

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How will Nick react to George's betrayal? Will he accept returning to babyhood? Will George forgive Kirsty for using him as a pawn? --- The hallway at the bottom of the stairs was filled with tension. There was silence as Sarah put her shoes on, the only sound came from the waists of Nick and George. Nick was unable to look anyone else in the eye, his eyes were glued to the floor and he could see his nappy protruding from under his shirt. He wished that he was at least given the dignity of having it covered up. “What a day…” Kirsty said with a stretch and a yawn, “And it’s not even dinner time yet.” What a day indeed, Nick thought. He had been humiliated, embarrassed, betrayed and his ego had taken such a beating that it may never recover. He couldn’t have seen this day going this badly in his worst nightmares. “Come on Nick.” Sarah said as she looked at her cowed husband, “Oh, I guess George already did!” The two women started laughing loudly causing Nick to frown. He didn’t dare open his mouth in protest, it seemed like every time he did it just meant even more embarrassment for him. Besides, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he deserved this. He knew he was failing as a caregiver to Sarah, he had no idea how much work it was going to be. He had a niggling voice in the back of his head that maybe he was better off with his wife in charge. “I’m sorry…” George whispered from behind Nick. With the echoing laughter the women were distracted enough to not hear the sissy speak. “Don’t talk to me.” Nick quietly replied. His voice was stony and non-negotiable. “Right, I think we are ready to go.” Sarah said as she stood up and slung her bag over her shoulder. She took Nick’s hand but the latter didn’t move. “I… I need trousers…” Nick said quietly as he frowned at Sarah. “It’s only a short walk to the car.” Sarah replied, “I don’t want to take even more of George’s clothes.” Sarah walked out towards the car and unlocked it. The road was only a dozen or so feet from the front door but it looked like a mile to Nick who looked around the side of the doorframe with wide eyes filled with terror at being seen. “Oh dear.” Kirsty said quietly to Nick as Sarah walked up the path, “It seems you really fucked this one up.” Nick turned to Kirsty with his frustrations still threatening to overcome him. The last thing he needed was other people taunting him. He felt himself shaking and his fists curled into balls. Kirsty’s smug look of superiority was annoying in the extreme, Nick closed his eyes and took a deep breath in a bid to calm down. “Go on, baby.” Kirsty continued, “Mommy’s calling you.” Nick opened his eyes and the red mist descended. He reared his arm back in anger, turned to the side and punched George directly in the face. He was furious and betrayed as he span around to face away from the now whimpering sissy. Nick strode out of the house and towards the car. He was in a hurry to get in the car to stop this public exposure. He could hear the whimpering sissy and angry mistress as he waddled quickly towards the car. “Coward!” Kirsty yelled from the front door before slamming it shut. Nick hurried to the car and rubbed his fist slightly. He didn’t think Sarah saw what had happened as she was getting into the car at the time but he knew it was only a matter of time for her to find out. Kirsty would no doubt be ratting on him as soon as she could. Pulling the car door open, the red faced Nick quickly jumped in and closed it behind him. He was so distracted with what had just happened that he had climbed into the back of the car like a child. “Ready to go home?” Sarah asked as she turned around with a smile. Nick folded his arms across his chest and looked out the window. He didn’t want to talk and he didn’t know what he would say even if he had the inclination. So much had happened in the last few hours that it felt like hours had passed since the football match. It was hard to believe that it was just that morning that Nick had filmed Sarah messing herself. The drive home was very quiet. They had barely pulled away from the curb when Nick heard his wife’s phone beeping. Nick couldn’t know for sure but he assumed that Kirsty was letting Sarah know what he had done. He would regret his impetuosity later but that punch to his traitorous friend was worth it for the satisfaction. As the car pulled back into their driveway Nick prepared for the worst. He watched his wife park the car and step out, without the nappy she seemed so fluid in her movements. Her happiness did nothing to help Nick because he knew he was in for a rough time after the last week. Sarah opened the front door and stepped aside as she looked back to the car where Nick still sat. She exaggeratedly hit her forehead with the palm of her hand as if she had forgotten something before walking back to the car. “How silly of me!” Sarah shouted with a smile as she walked back to the car, “I almost forgot to bring my baby in.” Nick winced at how loud her voice was and he looked around at the surrounding houses to see if it was clear anyone had heard her. If there were any nosey people around, Nick couldn’t see them. Sarah opened the backdoor of the car and pressed her palm against the crotch of Nick’s nappy. Nick looked at her with pursed lips, he was still dry and she should know that. It had only been half an hour since he was changed although if he was honest sometimes that was all that was required to thoroughly soak himself. “In you come.” Sarah said as she unclipped her husband’s seat belt. “Can I at least have some trousers?” Nick asked quietly as he tried to maintain as much of his dignity as he could. “Of course you can.” Sarah said, “Once you get inside.” Nick quietly cursed at his wife as she turned and walked away from the car. He looked around again to make sure there was no one around before hopping out of the car and hurrying into the house. As he slammed the door behind him he felt his heart hammering, all those feelings of fear subordination were coming back to him and they weren’t welcome. “Get in your playpen.” Sarah said assertively as soon as the door was closed, “I have to tidy up the mess you made of this place.” “Sarah…” Nick started. “It’s “Mommy” to you.” Sarah interrupted, “And no more words. Get in your playpen.” Sarah watched Nick sigh and walk past her without any more complaint. He looked at the floor and meekly checked himself into the baby prison. Sarah followed with satisfaction and locked Nick in. After the last week Sarah wanted to make sure that Nick understood that things were back to normal, or at least her preferred version of normality. She had to make sure Nick knew she was back in charge even if that meant being harsh to him. Nick didn’t expect anything else. He knew he probably had a very difficult time ahead of him. --- Kirsty watched Nick walk away from the house with disgust. She closed the door once Nick had driven away and turned back into the house. Despite a lot of stress she was glad she was able to help her friend and she was pleased that Sarah and Nick would both be back to learn how to do their relationship properly. George was rubbing his nose and had tears streaming down his face. He knew he must look like a mess but for as ragged as he was physically, he felt a lot more bruised emotionally. “I think that went rather well.” Kirsty said as she walked away from the door. She started heading towards the living room when she felt a hand grab her arm. Kirsty turned slowly back towards George with a frown. This was very out of character for the sissy, she didn’t know what to say. She looked at George and saw that he was really struggling with something. “What do you think you are doing?” Kirsty asked in confusion. “How could you use me like this?” George asked quietly, “How could you threaten my relationship with you and force me to betray my friend?” “You do what I say.” Kirsty said as she pulled her arm away from George’s grip, “That’s always been how this works.” Kirsty turned and walked into the living room. She was a little shocked at George standing up for himself like that, it wasn’t something he did often. “You went too far.” George said as he followed Kirsty into the front room, “You shouldn’t have made me do that.” “If it was really something you were absolutely against you could have used your safe word.” Kirsty said as she sat down, “I’ve always been clear about you having that option.” “This wasn’t a game.” George replied with a much louder voice, “This wasn’t some fun and games between us, this was my friend that you made me manipulate. You told me you would throw me out if I didn’t help. You gave me no choice!” “Well… I mean… I didn’t really mean that…” Kirsty replied quietly. “You sounded like you meant it.” George replied. Kirsty didn’t reply. She looked away from George and took a deep breath as she realised that she had probably neglected her sub’s feelings. She had made a big mistake by not asking his opinion. In all the attempts to fix Sarah and Nick’s relationship she had made a big mistake in her own. Kirsty chastised herself for the rookie mistake. “I’m sorry.” Kirsty said, “You’re right. I made a big mistake as both your friend and your mistress. I promise I will do what I can to make sure Nick forgives you, OK?” George didn’t seem too placated by Kirsty’s words and instead stood in front of her in his nappy. He crossed his arms across his chest. “Alright…” Kirsty continued, “I have to make it up to you. I understand that. Is there something I can do that will allow you to forgive me?” George paused for a second and thought about it. Being given carte blanche to ask for anything from Kirsty was not something he often got to do. In fact he was rather taken aback by suddenly being given the option to ask for something. He was so used to just being told what to do that he had to think for a minute before realising there was something he had wanted to for a long time, something that Kirsty had always been hesitant about. “Well there is one thing…” George said slowly. Kirsty immediately knew where George was going to take this. She sighed deeply as she waited for George to finish his request. “I want to take you out on a date.” George said quietly. Kirsty had always been against this idea on two principles. Firstly, she had always made it clear to George that this wasn’t a relationship built on love, it was just that they filled each other’s needs. A date gave a very different impression. Secondly, Kirsty felt the idea of George taking her out on a date didn’t fit her vision for their relationship. She was supposed to be in charge, if she let George take control of a night out it sent the wrong message. “You know I think that’s a bad idea.” Kirsty said to her sissy. “And you know I really want to do it!” George replied, “You asked if there was a way to make it up to me and there it is.” “Fine.” Kirsty finally relented, “You can take me out for a meal on Friday night and I will do my best to get Nick to forgive you. Agreed?” “Deal.” George said. He reached his hand out to shake Kirsty’s. “In the meantime…” Kirsty ignored the sissy’s hand, “You have some duties to get to. Clean the bathroom. You have thirty minutes and anything I see that is still dirty will be cleaned with your tongue.” George yelped and quickly turned away from Kirsty and hurried towards the stairs. He didn’t know if Kirsty was serious and he was keen on avoiding finding out. --- Nick was sat in his playpen with his hand under his chin. He was still reeling from everything that had happened that day. From happily watching his wife soiling herself to sitting back in his playpen and feeling as if he was little more than dirt. He could hardly believe it had all happened in such a short time. The nappy Nick was wearing was already damp but he didn’t particularly care, the nappies weren’t his concern anymore. That was back to Kirsty’s jurisdiction. It wasn’t good for him from a morale standpoint but he would likely leak a lot less. He had to admit that as a caregiver and a caretaker, he sucked. Sarah was moving about the house and humming an annoying tune. Her happiness was obvious and she barely even looked over at Nick for a few hours as the man was forced to sit in his baby prison with nothing to do. “Thought you might want to see this message.” Sarah suddenly said as she walked into the room shortly before dinner. Nick had been slouched down and had his eyes closed when Sarah suddenly dropped his phone into the pen. She smiled and crossed her arms as Nick slowly moved over and picked the phone up. He turned the screen round and looked at a message that had been sent from Steven. “Mate, I don’t know what’s up but you can’t just ignore your friends. Unless I hear otherwise I’ll come round after work one day this week and we can talk about it. Cheers.” Nick’s eyes were wide and he quickly pressed the reply button with the intention of telling his best friend to not come to his house under any circumstances but the device was snatched away by Sarah. “I think a little play date with Steven would be good for you.” Sarah said. “Sarah, come on…” Nick climbed to his feet, “You want outside people to know about all this stuff?” “I think Steven will be cool.” Sarah replied, “Besides he’s right. You can’t stay in here forever and hide from the world. It will be nice for you. I’m sure you’ll have a great time.” Nick’s shoulders slumped and he sat back down on his wet rear. It had been one of the worst days ever, from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows and he now had to contend with, yet again, being totally in his wife’s control.

Thank you all for your patience with me! It's been a long few months since I've been able to really write much. Sadly real life took over a lot... I'll have some other things for the rest of the year too, but hopefully I can stay ahead here. I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think. Comments and the likes really do help motivate me when the brain to keyboard interactions slow down! Chapter 21: THE NEXT MORNING I almost slept through my morning diaper change completely, it was only when my arms were being maneuvered into a green romper’s ruffled spaghetti strap top that I realized something was going on. As I opened my eyes Amanda smiled at me, while she tickled my belly. She paused for a second and said, “Well good morning!” I squirmed, “Stop that…” She laughed and kept dressing me into the very babyish garment. I looked down at it when she finished dressing me and realized there were tiny little multi-colored fish that could have almost been mistaken for polka dots decorating it. My diaper was covered, barely, but my legs were fully exposed. “You look so cute my little fish!” She exclaimed happily. I sighed, “I told you before, I’m a dolphin,” and folded my arms over. “Wow, you are cranky this morning, huh?” “Only because someone woke me up…” I grumbled. “What time is it?” “Nearly nine,” she told me. I sighed, “Thanks for letting me sleep in I guess…” She just laughed at me again as she brought some white socks with lace on them over to me. “I can’t let you sleep all day, and then traveling - you’d be up all night driving us nuts tonight!” I looked at them and asked, “Any particular reason you’re dressing me so babyish today?” “Well today while we’re traveling up to where we’re going I figured it would be easiest for you to pretend to be actually three-months old. You won’t have the rude comments from the Amazons on the plane?” Her words took a moment to sink into my tired brain, “We’re going somewhere we have to fly to?” “It’s not a long flight, but it saves us about twelve hours in the car.” I sighed, “Okay, I guess that makes sense… Do I have to be completely babied on this trip?” She bit her lip, “No, not if you don’t want to, when we get there I’m planning on treating you as much of a big girl as we can…” I looked up at her and a thought came to my muddled mind, “If I’m dealing with extra babying… would there be time for extra… nursing?” She shook her head, “Probably not, we really don’t want to mess your body up, right?” I nodded and held my arms out to her, “Can you just get me something for breakfast so my brain will start functioning better?” Again she laughed at me as she picked me up, the only response I gave her was to lean into her shoulder hiding my head. Downstairs she buckled me into my highchair and sat a cup of coffee and a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of me. I gratefully ate with the fork she had made for me after a long sip of the coffee. I ate in silence for a while as she played with a tablet device at her seat. When I had just about finished eating I asked, “So where are we going?” “You’ll just have to see when we get there!” she told me with a smile. “How long are we going to be there?” “Well we’ll get to the hotel tonight just before dinner, and then we’ll stay until Sunday afternoon and get back home not too late since you have orientation beginning Monday morning at one in the afternoon.” “What are we doing, wherever this is?” “You’ll enjoy it – just let me save it as a surprise!” I sighed, “Okay.” I felt a rumbling in my bowels, “May I use the potty please?” She smiled and said, “Sure sweetie!” I held my arms out to her, but after she unbuckled me she popped the snaps at my crotch first instead. She fiddled for a moment and pulled the tapes of the diaper loose for me to before putting me down on the ground with the romper ends hanging freely past my rear. I walked over to the potty quickly and sat down. As always it was a little tough to get going with an audience, but eventually my grunting paid off and I felt better as a log fell into the bowl. I stayed there for a moment and rid myself of urine too – a longer lasting dry diaper might be nice! “Done?” She asked a moment later and I nodded. Amanda picked me up off the potty and laid me down on the floor where she had placed a towel down. My legs were pushed up in the air and she quickly wiped me clean and re-diapered me into one of the princess diapers. I sighed as she popped the snaps on the romper close and it strained to escape the fabric a bit. I stood up when she was done and waddled into the living room while she emptied the potty in the bathroom. “May I go get on my computer upstairs?” I asked her. She smiled and nodded, “sure” and picked me up, “I need to get your clothes packed too!” Back in my room she sat me down on my feet and I logged onto my computer. While I did that she moved into the hallway for a moment and brought back a suitcase with pink sides and multi-colored butterflies on the front. I smiled at her, “I’m surprised I haven’t been dressed up in a butterfly costume yet…” “Halloween’s not far away!” she said with a grin that made me groan. “Me and my big mouth…” I muttered. I logged into my e-mail and saw a message from the university with a copy of the schedule for next week. It mentioned a math placement test that apparently was required for the whole student body, along with directions of which building each letter of alphabetical last name was required to go. I sighed but smiled when I noticed there was an optional computer science placement test that I knew I would be attending! Just as I was going to close out of my mail I saw a new message pop up from Gabriela Dubois with the subject, ‘Hey Baby Boy.’ I groaned a bit but smiled too as I opened the e-mail. ‘Hey Stacy, I just called your mom to see how you’re doing a little bit ago. I still can’t believe you would possibly take that trip to the other dimension knowing you’d have to be a baby! Anyway, she said you still can respond to e-mails and that you got lucky with your foster parents there. She was kind of cagey on details though for some reason. You are doing okay, right? Just let me know that my friend is still out there! I moved into my dorm yesterday and love my roommate! She reminds me a bit of you actually… ultimate computer nerd! Her name is Kendra and I hope at some point when you get back for a vacation you can meet her! The two of you are perfect for each other! We start orientation stuff this week and then classes the next, I think your mom mentioned the same for you? I need to run, I’m supposed to go on some tour of campus, write soon! Hugs, ~Gabby~ “Who’s she?” Amanda asked curiously from my shoulder. I turned and looked up at her kneeling beside me and sighed, “Gabby is probably my closest thing to a best friend back home. I didn’t socialize a whole lot, neither did she really, but we would hang out together sometimes.” “Girlfriend?” She asked hesitantly. I shrugged, “I always wondered what could happen, but for the past two years I’ve planned this trip and not really planned on a cross-dimensional relationship working… She’s also been so focused on getting into a good school.” I paused and smiled, “She was the valedictorian above me by.01 of a point on our GPAs…” “So you’re going to respond?” “Do I have time?” “You have a couple hours still before we need to leave,” she told me and squeezed me gently, “you should let her know you’re alright.” I stared back at the screen as she began walking away and had a thought, “Umm… can you send me those pictures from the past couple days?” “You want…” “She’ll never believe this story otherwise…” I told her, “besides, like I said she’s the closest thing I have to a best friend. She knew most of what I was getting into.” “Most of?” “Well becoming a girl wasn’t the expected outcome…” She nodded sadly, “Give me a moment, I’ll go put them on a portable drive and bring you the adapter.” “Thanks,” I told her with a smile and turned back to the screen. Hi Gabby, I am okay and things have ‘mostly’ gone according to plan… oh where to begin? I came through the dimensional portal with lots of skeptical looks from the people at the portal as I came through. I just kept going though and made it through customs without too much hassle. Literally as soon as I came out the doors of customs though I had one lady try and claim me before Amanda could get there. Thankfully she was convinced that Amanda was my rightful ‘mommy’ without too much of a scene. I sighed before I began writing the next part, wondering if she had played dumb and Mom had told her more. Soon after that we realized there was a bit of a misunderstanding from my name… again! To make a long and embarrassing story short before the evening was over I was dressed as a baby GIRL and we discussed that in order to avoid being kicked out of the university I would have to remain dressed as one. There’s an adoption process I went through the next day, complete with getting a chip like some sort of pet, and then really quickly I realized this dimensions laws have, and are changing quickly. When we were here before there were a lot of advances in legal rights for littles, but apparently a new president, and a wave of hate for those rights is washing across the country. In order to avoid anything more serious happening to me I agreed to go ahead with a procedure with nanites to make me into a girl for real. If the university found out otherwise I would have been at risk for being removed from where I’m at and put into an orphanage or an ‘etiquette school.’ Before these new laws, when we were here last, there were some pretty strict rules on when a little could be forcibly adopted – those are all but gone now. Well you know me… honestly the girl thing didn’t bother me that much and still doesn’t. The idea of having my brain washed away scares me a lot more! Amanda and I reprogrammed the nanites ourselves that morning of the procedure. It was a good thing because there were some nasty surprises in the code… (One would have made me sick if I had anything other than breastmilk to eat…) We caught all but one of those thankfully! The one we missed made me grow a real chubby baby face that I hope I can figure out what to do with when I come home! It makes me at least look more like an Amazon baby, so I’m less likely to get picked on. Over the last week I’ve met Amanda’s family and gone shopping for college supplies and uniforms. I also had to take a test called the ‘CARE’ exam that was a front for trying to get as many littles put straight into the nurseries as possible. Fortunately I knew in advance and aced both the questions and the challenge of not messing my pants. (Sorry if that’s too much information!) I was the only one of the room to make it through that. “Here,” Amanda reappeared and handed me a little narrow adapter and something that reminded me of a USB Flashdrive device. “Thanks,” I told her and plugged it into my computer. We both smiled when my computer read the drive as a normal drive and I was able to get to the folders of pictures. Just for curiosity I looked at the space on the drive and gasped when I saw that little storage drive could hold 10 terabytes. Amanda went back to making noises behind me as she continued packing and I went back to my e-mail. Since that day though I’ve been lucky in that Amanda is letting me be a little bit more independent with things. We basically have a deal that I’ll do the baby stuff to appease her, but she let’s me be a college student during the days and study. If I was going to do this plan I don’t think there’s another Amazon out there that I could trust. She’s really very sweet and so is her husband, so I guess this is about as perfect as I could ask for! It’s embarrassing, but getting a little bit less so with time. I’m hoping as I start orientation and classes next week I can at least get a bit more ‘normal’ with things. With this trip I shrank a lot more than last trip – between that and the effects of the nanites on my face I look like a three-month-old amazon except for my hair. Could be a big problem with classes, but at least being ‘adopted’ seems to keep some of them at bay. Please don’t share them with anyone, but I’ve attached a couple pictures below for you to see how I look now. I dug through the drive quickly and picked out a photo of Amanda holding me in her lap with a big smile and then one from the previous night before the mess of the cake on me sitting in the highchair. In both I had a pretty smile and I knew she would probably squeal out loud over how cute I looked… I took both photos into a photo editor and quickly changed my mind to one at a time as the computer ground to a halt with resources. I realized that ten gigabytes a piece for the photos there was a limit for my poor computer! Fortunately I had good software that let me shrink each below a megabyte when all was said and done and I attached them. Anyway we’re going on some sort of trip for the weekend to some mystery destination. Amanda was just packing a suitcase for me… really should have paid attention to what she packed! I need to go! Good luck with classes and stay in touch, I miss you! Stacy I looked it over one last time and pressed send as I noticed my bladder urging my attention. I let the urine loose in my diaper and stood up to look at the world around me. The suitcase she had used was on the ground just next to the baby gate that she’d closed. I walked over to it and saw that even though it was small for them, I was just barely shorter than the kids suitcase. I thought about opening it up to look at what she packed but the zippers were locked with a small lock that I didn’t feel like picking. My diaper bag sat on top of the suitcase and looked to be full to the brim of supplies for me. I blushed a bit at that, ‘Never going to get used to that…’ I sighed and was just about to go sit down at the computer again when Amanda walked in and said, “Ready to go?” I shrugged my shoulders, “Sure.” “I’ve got your tablet in my bag along with your phone,” she told me, “I don’t know that you’ll be able to use either on this trip much though.” I nodded, “Where exactly are we going?” She just smiled, “You’ll see when we get there!” As she opened the gate and came in I held my arms up to her and she picked me up and lay me down the changing table just as Fred came in and asked, “Hi princess,” he said with a smile at me while my legs were suspended in the air by Amanda’s hand. “This all of Stacy’s stuff?” “Should be…” Amanda said. I looked at her face and had a feeling she was actually nervous over that. ‘Well new mothers never know what they’re actually going to need,’ I admitted to myself there. “Kay, I’ll take it down. You ready after you finish up with her?” He asked. “Just need to wash my hands real quick,” she told him as she taped the diaper on. “Oh, we almost forgot Elena bear!” she smiled at me and walked towards the crib. My bear was picked up and placed into my arms before she walked down the stairs following Fred out to the car. Before she closed the door she quickly tucked my hair into the floppy hat she’d used the other day to hide my hair. A pacifier was pushed into my mouth and she said, “just be patient until we get to the hotel and act like a normal baby.” I nodded and stared at the romper I was dressed in for a moment and then looked up at the mirror where I could see Amanda getting into the passenger seat. I could also just see my own reflection and knew I wouldn’t be too hassled as long as the hat stayed on! I looked like the perfect baby girl just past the newborn stage sitting in my car seat. It was embarrassing to know it was me in the reflection, but I smiled a bit that at least I was cute… ‘I wonder what Gabby is going to say about those pictures…’ I blushed bright red thinking about it! The drive to the airport was just long enough to make me drowsy, but not bad beyond that. Amanda came around the car and dug into the diaper bag for a moment before putting on the sling she had bought this past week. I smiled as she picked me up and positioned me to where my head was at her breast and I was in an infant carry position. It really was very comfortable but I squirmed a bit, “just lay quietly,” she whispered to me. With that she placed my head towards her to where I couldn’t really see anything and the fabric of the sling made the world go pretty dark. I sighed and nursed the pacifier and kind of wished she would at least let me nurse to kill the time… Her heartbeat was a soothing sound though and I couldn’t help but get drowsy even as she bent over and helped Fred gather the luggage. I listened as they passed the luggage off at the ticket counter and a lady said quietly, “How old is she?” “Three months, just glad to have her quiet. Worried about what will happen when we take off…” “First time flying?” “With her…” “As you start pulling away from the gate, see if she’ll nurse. It’ll help her with her ear pressure,” the lady said with a sure voice. “I’ll try that,” Amanda said. “There are your boarding passes. Her car seat and stroller will be at baggage claim when you get there.” “Thanks,” Fred said. The walking and bouncing made me stay awake but still not doing anything, or able to see anything, was making me bored. I sensed we must have made it to some security lines as we stopped and started moving several times. As I lay there unable to see my ears were put to full use as I listened around me for clues of what was going on. From a little ways away I heard what sounded like a teenage boy, “Mom, I’m not a baby why do I have to wear this diaper?” “Look sweetheart, I know you’re not… but the law is anyone under four-and-a-half feet has to wear a diaper for the safety of the other passengers.” “But I’m not a little… I just haven’t hit my growth…” “If you keep your whining we’ll go ahead and make that rule for when we’re back home too, you could be wearing diapers to school…” I shivered though as I realized how bad it could be for anyone that wasn’t tall. Amazonian mothering instincts didn’t have many bounds from what I could tell. In my own head I did the math though and knew that if he was truly an Amazon teenager and that short he might not even hit betweener height… Not long after we’d moved a bit more I heard another lady talking, “It’s okay baby, you don’t ever have to worry about those teeth hurting again, huh?” I shivered some more and listened as clearly there was another amazon taunting another victim. When we finally must have reached the metal detectors I heard a man say, “You’ll have to take your baby out of the sling and put it through the machine.” Amanda sighed and pulled the fabric back from my head. I squinted as light flared in my eyes and a huge man’s face filled my vision. “Aww, she’s so cute!” The lady I had heard taunting someone said. I just caught a glimpse of a man who looked to be thirty in a blue romper before I was free of the sling. “Thank you,” Amanda said softly and politely, before she handed me to Fred and pulled the sling off. Fred went ahead and went through the detector with me. Just as we stepped through the detector beeped with an odd chirp and the man said, “Step this way please sir, ma’am.” “She’s a little?!?” I heard someone gasp. “Where is her chip at?” Fred was asked once we had stepped to the side. “On her right butt cheek,” Amanda said quietly. Fred held me in such a way that my butt could be scanned and then Amanda and Freds IDs were checked. “Thank you both, we just have to be sure if a little is chipped that they are with their proper guardians. Don’t want to see kidnapping happen if we can avoid it!” The security guard jovially stated with a smile and a wave to me. “You do have the prettiest little girl I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe she’s not an Amazonian baby!” “Thank you sir,” Fred said and Amanda gathered the sling up in her arms and then reached for me to place me back in the sling. “Do you want me to keep hiding you?” She whispered. “I’m already outted as a little?” “Only to the people who were standing right there…” I thought for a second and shrugged, “I guess leave me to where I can be seen?” I quickly added, “With the hat on?” She squeezed me in a hug and then repositioned me to where I was setting upright and sitting sideways to where I could see her face and to her left. The sling left me comfortably supported while she was able to help with other things. As we walked I could feel a need to pee and just let it out into the diaper without even thinking about it too much. Arriving at the gate of the terminal that they were looking for she felt my diaper and said, “Fred I’m going to go change her in the bathroom real quick.” “Okay,” he told her with a smile and gave me one as well. She slung the diaper bag on her shoulder and carried me across the hallway to the women’s restroom. There were several changing counters in there in use, with one still open that she placed me the bag on. I stayed still in the sling while found my changing mat to put out. Before she pulled me from the sling to lay me down I heard whimpering next to where we were and looked. A little Amazonian girl, several times my size, was crying as her mother pulled a ginormous diaper closed. “Shhh Cami, it’s okay…” “Mommy please…” “It’s okay, we both know you’re going to wet on the plane when you fall asleep.” “But everyone will see me…” “Who? This cute little baby girl next to you?” She smiled at me as Amanda laid me down on the mat. “See her smiling?” I smiled for effect as Amanda pulled the snaps apart on my outfit. I was grateful for the pacifier for my nerves though. My diaper was changed quickly and she was just helping the little girl pull her skirt down as Amanda was re-slinging me. “Now is that really so bad?” I heard her ask the girl as Amanda moved to the bathroom stall. ‘So they really do like babying anyone…’ I thought to myself thinking about both incidences in the last while. I shook my head and realized that Amanda was pulling down her shorts while I was still in the sling. It was profoundly weird to hang there as she took care of her needs, but with the sling it left her free to not have to put me down while she went. Just as we returned to the gate Fred said, “they said they’ll be boarding families in five minutes.” Amanda nodded and I pretended to not understand. ‘They must not have the security problems we have back home,’ I thought to myself, ‘we always had to be at the airport way earlier…’ While we waited I people watched around us. I was happy I didn’t recognize any of the people around us from the security checkpoint earlier. I watched as professionally dressed men and women talked on phones or typed on their computers, couples talked quietly, and quite a few families hung out together. A few littles seemed to be traveling on their own; all of them seemed to be constantly looking nervously from side-to-side for threats. One family near us was the poor embarrassed girl from the bathroom looking red faced and sullen. She kept her hands firmly on her skirt trying to keep her diaper hidden from view. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to her the back of her very pink diaper was now showing above the skirt. A boy about the same age as her loudly told his mom, “Mom, why is that girl wearing a diaper? Is she like Lanny?” I looked at them along with everyone else in sitting distance as the boy both pointed out the poor girl and drew attention to himself, and felt bad for looking. I noted an adult little woman, who seemed a bit older than Kacey, nervously sucking on a pacifier with nothing but a onesie and her sagging diaper on, nervously hop from foot to foot next to him. “Now Nick be nice, she might be and if so she can’t help it any more than Lanny can?” Nothing else was said to him, but the poor Amazon girl burst into tears and her mom cuddled the large girl gently in her lap. I felt terrible for her and wished I could do something to get him back for her… “Ladies and Gentlemen Flight 1430 to Selegnasol will begin boarding now. We’d like to ask all families with children under the age of eight, or others with special needs to begin boarding at this time.” Amanda stood up and helped Fred gather everything. From my perch in the sling I was mostly secure, but involuntarily whined nervously as she began leaning forward, it took me away from her body a little and made me nervous. “Shh baby,” she told me with a squeeze. Fred gave the lady at the gate two boarding passes. “You have a great flight with that little cutie!” The lady said with a smile at me. “Thanks,” Amanda said. Once we’d made it down the gangway Amanda and Fred were given assistance by an airline stewardess to put everything away above the First Class seats they were sitting in. “Now when we take off and land you will have to loosen your sling ma’am, you can keep her in it, but it’s for both of your safety that it’s not tight.” “Thanks,” Amanda told her. Amanda fiddled with the fabric for a moment and I felt myself become less attached to her through the sling, but fortunately her hands took over and held me comfortably. I was lightly bounced on her lap and she began pretending to play patty cake with me and some other little games with my hands as the other passengers came on. Several businessmen frowned as they saw us sitting in First Class with them. An odd thing occurred though as a blonde haired little came to stand by the outside seat next to us dressed in a very good fitting, and professional looking, suited skirt set. It made her look a bit more mature, but nothing she could do would make her body look busty or that much different from my own body shape compared to the Amazons. It also definitely did nothing to hide the fact that she was at least four-feet shorter than the stewardess. The lady sighed as a stewardess said, “Let me get that booster setup for you sweetie!” I watched in curiosity as the lady helped the little into the booster and slid her hand up the girls skirt, “Why aren’t you wearing protection little girl?” “I’m an adult, I don’t need it. My panties are currently dry are they not?” “But all littles…” She sighed, “Ma’am, I’m taller than the required diaper height for flying by two inches, and I have dry panties, would you please leave me be.” The stewardess huffed, “Well, I hope you can keep them dry, if not we’ll just have to help out with a nice think diapee, won’t we?” She walked away and I saw the little shudder a bit. She looked around her and smiled at me before frowning when she noticed Amanda paying her close attention. “Wouldn’t it have been easier to just wear pull-up or something?” Amanda whispered. “Easier?” The lady sighed, “Probably… But it’s so degrading…” Amanda nodded, “I can see that. You might want to be careful with her though…” she whispered. The girl looked suspiciously up at Amanda but nodded, “Hi, I’m Isabel,” she held a hand out. “Mandy,” she said as she reached down and took the offered hand, “this is my husband Fred,” she said pointing towards him, “and this is Stacy,” she said the last part in her mommy voice and waived my hand. I wanted to scream but smiled instead. She had really pretty green eyes that looked terrified of talking to a giant holding a baby. “Nice to meet you,” Isabel said politely, her voice shaking. Amanda leaned down, “I can probably get a diaper from the airline that will fit if you need it to meet the law requirements and out of her hands…” I looked in shock as I realized Amanda was trying to help this girl. “I should be good for now… thanks though,” she said. “Let me know if you change your mind,” she hesitated, “she’s giving me a very aggressive and dangerous vibe,” Amanda told her. The girl looked more nervous then, but simply said, “I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.” Before long the stewardess came by and smiled at me as she moved to the front to do the safety demonstration. Just before we started moving down the runway Amanda shifted me in her arms to her breast. I was confused for a moment before realizing she was following the ticket ladies advice and I didn’t have to be told twice to latch onto her. I had just begun rhythmically nursing as the plane took off down the runway, and as she switched me to her other breast I couldn’t help but begin to get sleepy. I MUST HAVE slept quite a while before I stirred and heard the stewardess again, “Here, you haven’t drank any of your milky sweetie.” “Umm… no thanks ma’am, I’m not thirsty,” Isabel told her. “But milk is good for you!” “No thank you ma’am,” the girl said again. I looked blearily from the position I was in Amanda’s lap at the girl being offered a sippy cup. When the lady shoved the spout in the girls mouth she opened her eyes wider and gave in and began drinking from it. “There, now is that so hard?” The stewardess told her, “Now just be a good girl and drink it all down. We’ll get you all taken care of after that.” I watched in horror as the girl followed the directions and feared she was about to be turned into another Kacey. I thought for a second and realized Amanda had still put my charm bracelet on me this morning. I looked up at Amanda’s own concerned face and ripped off the pacifier charm. The second she was able to put down the cup I whispered, “Swallow this quickly, she probably spiked that milk.” The girl looked shocked I had spoken and horrified by the thought. “But…” “It’ll keep an accident from happening…” She looked terrified at me but obviously her stomach began cramping and she grabbed the offered charm from my hand and swallowed it. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed my meddling – glad to see that the businessmen across the aisle had headphones on and were in their own world. I watched relief flash across her face as the medicine in the charm worked as Fred said it would. Amanda looked down at me both proud and worried at the same time and the little girl relaxed her body a little, “Thanks,” she whispered curiously at me. Amanda leaned over, “my husband came up with those… be warned you will need some laxatives to go for the next week…” “She’s…?” she looked at me curiously then. I nodded and smiled around the pacifier that had been placed back in my mouth. “Why would you let her have…?” “Not everything is quite as it appears with my little girl,” Amanda whispered. A few minutes later the stewardess came back and said, “Well little girl, do you need to go potty before we land?” “No thank you ma’am, I’m fine,” Isabel said. “Well that seems odd, I’d better check to see if you’ve had an accident!” “Ma’am, I’ve got this in hand,” Amanda said to her. To Isabel and my horror she unbuckled the safety belt and then pulled the girls skirt completely up past her panties. Fortunately for her, they were dry and clean panties. “How…?” The lady said concerned. “I think she must actually be one of those rare big girls, don’t you think, Miss?” Fred spoke up. “But, we’ve been talking and I think I’ll be taking care of her now,” Amanda said with a smile, “of course as long as she’s okay with that?” Isabel gulped but nodded at her, “that would be fine…” I groaned a bit internally wondering if I had just gotten a ‘sister’ without anyone intending to do so. Isabel had actually given Amanda permission to take her home with that statement! The stewardess scowled and walked away towards the front. “I don’t want to take you home for real, but it might be a good idea for you to let me at least hold your hand out of the airport…” Amanda told her. “Where were you going?” “I’m supposed to have a meeting with a client in Selegnasol… at least I think I do.” She seemed to think more, “I wonder if this was all a setup though…” “Might have been, what hotel are you supposed to stay at?” I listened as she and Amanda had a quiet conversation and watched for the stewardess who seemed to be having her own private conversation up front with a woman dressed in an expensive looking dress. The more Isabel said about the client meeting, the more it did sound like a setup. “Damn, I need to go pee now,” Isabel said after they’d discussed her situation, but stared at the two conspirators by the door. “How do I get past them?” Amanda said, “Can you make it a minute more?” Isabel nodded and stared at me, no doubt wondering if my diapered fate was about to become her own. Amanda leaned over and whispered with Fred for a few moments and he nodded. My head was close but I could only make out a few words, “temporary… pretend… diaper…” A few moments later she pulled me from the sling and handed me to Fred, “we’ll be back,” she told us and kissed me on the forehead. Fred squeezed me lightly and whispered, “We’re going to try and help her… the last thing we want to see is her going to those ladies…” Amanda surprised me by picking up Isabel like a toddler and walking up to the front of the plane. “Do you happen to have a spare diaper for my new baby?” Isabel’s face went red and she looked angry, “I don’t need… I’m not…” “You gave me permission little girl, now hush before I spank you!” I quivered a bit and felt urine shoot into my diaper then as she sounded way too much like Chloe! It was scary how angry she looked! “But… We… Here,” the Stewardess stumbled over the words and the other woman looked really angry. A large white rectangle was handed to Amanda and she stepped into the bathroom with Isabel for a long while. Before I knew it Isabel was being proudly carried out of the bathroom in Amanda’s arms with just her blouse and the diaper that proudly displaying her new status. A pacifier was lodged in her mouth and I just hoped this was all being faked. Amanda held her skirt and panties in her other hand so I thought that might be the case. Isabel though had a tear-stained face and buried her head into Amanda’s shoulder. It looked like she was a raccoon from her makeup running. She was still being held tightly in Amanda’s arms as she sat down next to where Fred and I remained. I felt a hand touch my diaper and Fred said loudly, “Amanda, you want to pass baby Bella to me and go change Stacy?” “You can’t even do one diaper?” She huffed, “Fine, but first stinky one that Bella gives us you’re changing!” She said playfully back. “Here, use these wipes to take Baby Bella’s play makeup off her face.” We were traded and Amanda sat me down on the seat next to them for a quick moment while she dug for a diaper, wipes, and a changing pad before carrying me into the bathroom. As she made quick work of my diaper she whispered to me, “Stacy I’m a little nervous about those two… Isabel was in real trouble and we probably should have just left well enough alone. I’d rather not see that fate on someone again though if I can help it. We’re going to try and just get Isabel to our hotel and then fly her back home when we go and let her go...” “If that plan doesn’t work?” “Well you may just have gained a big sister then,” she told me with a grimace, “I’m not really wanting a second little to figure out what to do with. You’re able to be legally enrolled in school, but as long as you’re adopted you can’t work. She’d have to give up her job as a clothing designer due to the labor laws.” She sighed as she put the second tape of my diaper on. “What does she think?” I asked. “She’s terrified of those two,” she paused, “and just as terrified of me… if you hadn’t helped her she wouldn’t even be willing to trust me. Not that it matters now, she gave permission and I’ve got her in a diaper – no one would ever say anything. I could treat her as bad as Chloe treats hers and no one would gripe a bit.” I gasped, “You wouldn’t though!” I squeaked. “No of course I wouldn’t, but that stewardess and her cronies would I’m sure.” She snapped the onesie closed and then put the sling with me back together just as a ding occurred and the captain told everyone to prepare for descent. Amanda took a quick moment to situate us and said, “I want you to nurse again as we go down. I’m going to leave you hanging there while Daddy gives Bella a bottle,” she paused and added, “Please don’t judge me badly for this, it’s her only real chance.” I nodded, “I know Mommy,” I told her. Back at our seats I hung from the sling as Amanda put the wipes and the changing pad back into the diaper bag. She dug around for another moment and pulled out an insulated cooler bag and a bottle that looked like it had her milk in it. My eyes opened… if Isabella drank her milk and had the same reaction as I did… I squirmed my hands for it and Amanda laughed, “This is for Baby Bella, Mommy will give you your milk in just a moment!” “Here Daddy, let’s go ahead and give Baby Bella her milky in a baba this time. I’ll try and give it to her fresh later if Stacy leaves anything.” “Feeding two babies might be too much?” He suggested as he took and turned her away from his shoulder where her face was hidden and placed her in a typical newborn feeding position. I noticed that in his arms she looked like a two-year old at best, so as the bottle reached her mouth I couldn’t help but feel like she was in fact doomed. She squirmed for a moment but his persistence got the nipple into her mouth and like me, once she had one pull from the bottle she started hungrily nursing. I didn’t have much time to even think of how to say something while trying to pull off the three-month old act when my own head was placed at one of Amanda’s breasts and I similarly found myself nursing.