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Nick is adjusting back to life as a baby whilst Sarah grows more bold in her renewed status has the more powerful partner. Meanwhile, Kirsty allows George to take her on a date but is shocked at what her sub reveals. This update has been on my Patreon for the last 9 days (forgot to post it elsewhere for a couple of days, sorry!) and for just $5 you can see each of my updates one week before anyone else. I post once every four days so there's plenty of bang for your buck. Alternatively, for $10, you can get the early access plus exclusive stories that don't leave Patreon. I would like to say a huge thank you to everyone who enjoys my work especially those who support me on Patreon and allow me to keep up my schedule of regular updates: DannyDazzler, Daniel O, Sophie S, Mike H, Kei, Dorian G, Askthor er, C Dom, Dre, Scy T, Joseph D, Persi S, Ceneroz, Rob, Drew J, Kyle L, Keen L, Darrell, Jack C, Frank S, S Millard, Cheryl C, Carlota C, Alex W, Ron M, M, Tsidt, Britnee L, Trenton M, Geoffrey J, Robert J, Chris, Cole T, Babybb, J Land, Tim F, Chris B, WillNotWill, Jerry J, Orion F, John, Kevin H, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Thomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, Matthew, John D, Daniel W, LuvsSissy, Epsilon89, Paul O, Kimberley, S, Cole S, Cole, Art M, Guilyn, Erik P, Bojack D, Shihouin10, Scott S, Diapering Daddy, Miguel A, James B, A Random Patreon, Eric C, Ben R, Lin J, Ben F, Henry C, Bob, Michelle G, Kent J. --- Chapter 24 – Lessons in Good Behaviour Nick found that even after a break from the domination it didn’t take long to fall back under his wife’s spell. It almost felt like an inevitability that he couldn’t avoid and Sarah was happy to take advantage of the situation. A lot of Nick’s attention over the next couple of days was focused on Sarah’s threat to bring Steven to see him. It got more anxiety inducing the longer Nick thought about it. It had been bad enough to know that Steven knew Nick was in nappies, it was even worse that he would come in and see the full extent of Nick’s issues. Steven probably assumed that Nick just had a small incontinence problem, Nick cringed as he imagined his friend finding out the full truth. To make it even worse, Sarah never told Nick what was going on and Nick spent every moment in fear that Steven would appear. Every time there was a knock on the door or a telephone rang Nick would find his pulse quicken as he tried to find out if he was about to be humiliated or not. Nick was sitting in his playpen on the Tuesday, just a few days after turnaround the previous weekend, and was listlessly playing with the toys at his disposal when the doorbell rang. Nick immediately perked up and looked out of the bars and towards the hallway. He desperately feared whoever the visitor was going to be. His wet nappy was prominently stuck out beneath him as he sat with nowhere to run. “Thank you very much.” Sarah’s voice was happy as she opened the door. Nick strained his neck to try and see who was there but it was an impossible angle. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the door close though. He lived for another day. “New nappies have just arrived!” Sarah called excitedly. Nick didn’t celebrate. He watched Sarah pull the box past the living room door. A massive box that Nick assumed was full of padding that was meant for him. Another symbol of reinforcement, another reminder that Sarah saw no reason to even attempt to take Nick out of nappies. “This box is heavy.” Sarah said when she reached the bottom of the stairs. She walked into the living room and made a beeline for her husband. Nick watched her smiling as she crossed the room. She opened up the gate to the playpen and motioned for Nick to step out into the room. “I think that carrying that box upstairs is a man’s job… But since we don’t have one of those, you’ll have to do it.” Sarah said. Nick climbed to his feet with a scowl and walked out of the living room. He saw the box laying at the bottom of the stairs and bent over to lift it. It was much heavier than he had thought it might be. Nappies were fairly light but he had never lifted a box full of them. “Jesus, Sarah…” Nick said in a strained voice as he struggled to lift the box up, “How many did you buy?” “Just a few dozen.” Sarah replied, “And it’s “Mummy” to you. Got it?” “Yeah, sorry.” Nick said quietly, “…Mommy.” Nick grunted as he lifted the box up and started to struggle up the staircase. He found his wide-legged waddle did very little to help him carry the huge load and he found himself having to awkwardly move his legs, something which seemed to cause Sarah to laugh rather heartily at his plight. “You could feel free to help.” Nick grunted as he struggled up the stairs one step at a time. “You’ve got it under control.” Sarah replied as she followed a few steps behind, “Besides I’m taking this opportunity to make sure I get a lovely big picture of your butt.” “What!? Why?” Nick asked as he tried to turn around and see what Sarah was doing. “Because you look adorable with your big bubble butt!” Sarah giggled. When Nick reached the top of the stairs he put the box down and pushed it towards the nursery. He left it in the middle of the room and was just about to turn around and go back downstairs when he heard Sarah close the door behind him. Nick froze on the spot and didn’t turn around. He faced his window as his wife walked up behind him. No words were exchanged as Sarah’s hand began exploring between the big baby’s legs. They probed, prodded and searched for wetness. Nick was wet of course, he always seemed to be wet these days. “This could probably take another wetting.” Sarah judged, “But I want to try one of these new nappies so I think we will change you now.” Nick was walked to the changing table and laid down upon it. The familiar feeling of helplessness washed over him as he stared at the ceiling and felt someone else’s hands stripping him of his underwear. His diaper’s tapes were pulled off, the front of the padding was lowered and pulled away without any input from Nick. The cold wipes made the man jump as they dabbed at his sensitive organs before Sarah walked back to the box that was still in the middle of the room. She ripped the box open and started fiddling with the plastic packages inside. Nick looked over curiously as he laid naked on the table. “Holy…” Nick’s mouth dropped open when he saw the nappy that his wife was carrying back to the table. “They’re great, aren’t they?” Sarah said with an enthusiastic smile. “They’re… Huge.” Nick said simply as he stared at the new padding being unfolded before his eyes. These nappies were much thicker than what Nick was used to and they were covered in little pictures of baby toys. They were very much scaled up baby nappies and they looked so big that Nick’s first thought was that Sarah had bought the wrong size. It didn’t seem possible that these would fit Nick properly, it looked like you could use it as a tent. “On the website it said that these can last for a lot longer than the previous ones.” Sarah said as she examined the plastic backed disposable, “Means I won’t need to change you quite so often.” Nick wasn’t enthused about having to sit in his waste products even longer than he was used to but he didn’t have much of a choice by now. Nick’s legs were lifted up as the new nappy was slipped underneath him and he could immediately feel the thicker padding lifting his rear end off the table slightly. The front of the diaper was pulled up between Nick’s legs and he realised that not only was it bigger than anything he was used to but noisier as well. The crinkling plastic seemed much more noticeable than his older nappy. He didn’t look forward to wearing such massive underwear and trying to maintain his dignity. When Nick was lifted off the changing table he followed Sarah back downstairs and blushed at his more pronounced waddle. He could only imagine what Steven or anyone would think if they saw such a huge amount of padding between his legs. --- “Come on, Kirsty!” George called out gleefully. “Easy there.” Kirsty replied as she walked down the stairs in a rather stunning black dress, “I’m letting you take me out but if you push your luck you’ll regret it.” George’s smile didn’t falter even a little bit. He was far too excited and happy to be able to take Kirsty out for a meal. He was dressed in some smart but casual clothes, a nice white buttoned up shirt and a pair of black trousers. The crotch and rear bulged slightly from the nappy underneath it. This had been a point of contention between George and his Mistress, he had originally insisted that he be allowed out of nappies for this special night but Kirsty wouldn’t hear of it. It was a concession that George was willing to make to get the date to happen. He was in a plain medical nappy instead of a thicker adult baby one and that seemed like a happy compromise. “I can’t call you Mistress if I’m the one taking you out!” George said with a giggle. “I’m letting you drop all the Mistress stuff.” Kirsty agreed, “But if you start trying to order me around too much they will be coming right back.” George rolled his eyes playfully as he waited for Kirsty to slip her high heel shoes on her feet. George held his arm out when Kirsty had slung her bag over shoulder. It was only a handbag although George knew there was a change of nappy in there for him. “Come on.” George said with a small smile when Kirsty looked at his arm sceptically, “Let me be a gentleman.” Kirsty nodded a little and smiled herself as she linked arms with the sissy. George was delighted and unless he was very much mistaken his date for the night seemed to be blushing ever so slightly. Beaming with a huge smile George led Kirsty out of the house and towards George’s van. It was hardly a horse drawn carriage but it would get the job done. He didn’t drive all that much these days but it was like riding a bike and it all quickly came back to him. George made small talk with Kirsty as they drove towards the restaurant that George had selected. It was strange, they had known each other for quite a while but they both felt as if they were on a first date. The atmosphere was slightly awkward and they both had butterflies in their stomachs though neither of them could really explain why. They parked up a couple of streets from the restaurant and stepped out of the van. “Are you wet?” Kirsty asked as she walked around the front of the van. “Kirsty!” George exclaimed. “What?” Kirsty held her hands up innocently. She didn’t know why George was suddenly annoyed. “No kinky stuff! We agreed!” George said, “I can take care of my nappy situation. You aren’t my Mistress tonight, you are my girlfriend.” “I’m not your girlfriend.” Kirsty quickly clarified, “This is why I didn’t want to come on this date. I knew this would happen.” “Not my girlfriend. I know that.” George clarified with a roll of his eyes, “Just my date for the night.” “I shouldn’t have agreed to this.” Kirsty muttered. “Yes you should have!” George replied, “Now come on and we will have a great time, I promise.” When the pair of them sat down at the table for two they couldn’t help but giggle at how silly the situation felt. George picked up the menu and made his selection, Kirsty decided to have the same thing and the order was finished by a bottle of moderately expensive wine. “I really appreciate you.” George said after some small talk, “My life with you is everything I’ve ever wanted.” “George, don’t go all soft on me.” Kirsty giggled as she sipped her wine. She idly watched the waiters coming and going. “If I’ve gone soft I’m not sure anyone can be blamed except for you.” George replied with a wink. His little quip made Kirsty choke a little on her wine as she laughed. “I thought you said no talking about that stuff.” Kirsty finally said after she had recovered. “I couldn’t help it.” George shrugged, “But seriously, you aren’t just a Mistress to me. You’re my best friend. Which is why I have to tell you something.” Kirsty didn’t reply but George noticed she looked a little pensive and hesitant. There was definitely something that Kirsty was refusing to say but whether it was good or bad George had no idea. “What do you need to tell me?” Kirsty asked with hesitation. George was just about to open his mouth when the waiter appeared in view with two plates of very hot food. George could see the steam coming up and away from the plate. “Sir and Madam.” The waiter approached the table, “Your dinner is served.” Two plates were placed on the table. The delicious food looked amazing and did enough to dispel the awkwardness that had come up in the conversation. It was a distraction that allowed the air to clear. “To our futures.” George said as he held up his glass of wine, “Whatever they may be.” Kirsty smiled and gently clinked glasses with George before taking another sip and starting dinner. The two of them went back to small talk for the meal, they discussed a lot of things even though each knew most of what the other had to say. They had known each other for a long time and new stories weren’t easy to come by. They still had a good time though and Kirsty seemed to loosen up the longer the date went on, George found himself enchanted by Kirsty all over again. “So what did you want to tell me?” Kirsty asked “You know… I remember when we first met.” George said after a couple of seconds pause to think about his response, “I was so nervous!” “I’m not surprised.” Kirsty replied as sat back in her chair, “I have that effect on people.” “No, no, no.” George smiled and shook his head, “I was nervous until the date started. As soon as we got together I’d never felt so comfortable in my life. It’s hard to explain I guess but I assumed you felt the same way since the date went so late.” “I remember.” Kirsty said, “Well, I remember parts of it. We had a little too much to drink if I remember correctly.” “We did.” George continued, “But I remember everything that happened.” “What do you mean?” Kirsty frowned. She didn’t quite know where George was going with this. “I mean when we had finished our meal and left the club when it closed… I remember that we went back to your house. We called a cab because neither of us could have driven.” “I don’t remember any of this part.” Kirsty said as she racked her memory, “I remember the dancing but not much after that.” “I already knew you were kinky, of course.” George continued, “We went into things knowing that much about each other. You showed me your equipment. All the BDSM stuff and the age play things.” “What are you saying?” Kirsty asked. She was going a little red in the face. Kirsty didn’t like not knowing about whatever George was talking about, almost like a secret was being revealed to her even though it was her secret. “You didn’t just want me to see your stuff.” George leaned forward so that he could talk quietly, “You wanted to use some of it. You wanted me to try some of it out.” “Really?” Kirsty asked. She found herself leaning forwards now. “Yes. You were adamant about it. I wasn’t too keen because it was already late but you managed to convince me.” George looked at the table, “You gave me a safe word and then started your fun and games.” “I can’t believe I don’t remember any of this.” Kirsty almost whispered, “I thought it was a few weeks before we did anything like that.” George fell silent but he looked serious. They had finished their meals and George was looking at his empty plate with a kind of distant look in his eyes. “Why are you telling me all this now?” Kirsty asked, “Why not at any other time?” “You went at it for about half an hour.” George said ignoring the questions from Kirsty, “Until it started getting a little too much for me. So I shouted out the safe word because I’d had enough and wanted to stop. I’d had a good time but it was going too far for me.” “Oh my God…” Kirsty suddenly realised where this was going, “I didn’t stop?” “No, you didn’t.” George said slowly, “You kept going for another fifteen minutes before you finally got too tired to continue. I kept saying the safe word and asking for you to stop but you didn’t, you kept saying you wanted to show me just one more thing. Over and over.” “I’m so sorry.” Kirsty covered her mouth with her hand. She was genuinely upset, “I can’t believe I would do that. I’ve… I’ve never done that before or since. At least not that I remember.” “When you finally stopped you untied me from the machine I was tied to. I ached badly, I remember the burning pain in my back still.” George looked up to stare Kirsty in the eyes. It was important that he got all of this off his chest, “I got my things and left the house. You implied we could go upstairs together but I needed to leave.” “My God…” Kirsty shook her head, “Why did you ever come back for a second date or anything? I don’t deserve you.” “When I left your house I was certain I would never see you again.” George admitted, “But I really liked you. Before you got drunk you were fun to be around and I was truly smitten with you. After a couple of days you called me and I answered. You had no recollection of any of it.” Kirsty felt heartbroken by her own behaviour and she felt a tear running down her cheek. “We went on a second date and I was a bit more wary.” George said, “You might remember that I said neither of us should drink? Well, we had a great time. There was never a good moment to bring it up and eventually I figured it was a one-off mistake. When we got more into the kinky side of things and we started all the sissy baby stuff I was already in love with you and had forgiven you for the transgression.” Kirsty wiped at her eyes with her napkin as she listened to George recall their relationship. She felt so lucky that George had given her a second chance and it pained her to think of some of the times where she was overly harsh to him. “I guess I’m telling you all of this because… I love you.” George said quietly, “I know you don’t want a regular relationship and that you just want to be my domme but I really do love you. I just had to get what happened off my chest. Also I want you to remember that everyone is human and that everyone makes mistakes. I know you plan on teaching Sarah and Nick soon and I just want to remind you that we are all fallible.” They fell silent. Kirsty was a mess of emotions at that moment and George felt like a huge load had been lifted from his shoulders. He was still leaning across the table and he was looking into Kirsty’s eyes as if they were windows. Kirsty was leaning very close to George and even through her shimmery eyes George could see her immense beauty. Kirsty’s heart was beating as fast as she had ever felt it and she slowly leaned forward to close the gap between her and George. Their lips touched and Kirsty kissed her sissy slowly and passionately, she had never kissed him like that before. She pulled away after a few seconds and saw George still looking at her. George leaned forward this time and it was his turn to initiate the kiss. His lips touching his mistress’s lip and gently kissing her the way he had always wanted to kiss Kirsty. When they finally pulled apart again they were both blushing red. They couldn’t take their eyes off each other and as soon as the bill was paid they left arm in arm.

I respect your opinion but maybe you should start your own thread on "The Cons of Wearing 24/7," as opposed to sabotaging my real life post . From everything I have read you have never worn diapers 24/7 so what makes you qualified to even give any advice on it? Your advice is all hypothetical and not based off of experience. Without further a do I will tell you how I feel about your hypothetical cons list. 1.) Disposable diapers do cost a lot of money and I make a lot of it. You cannot put a price for one to be happy so for me cost is irrelevant. 2.) I take Nullo pills everyday and my urine hardly smells after I take a diaper off I have worn for 12 hours. I can guarantee you that no one has ever smelled my wet diaper and never will unless they are changing me. 3.) A co-worker is never going to find out I wear diapers because of a wardrobe malfunction short of my clothes being ripped off me by a tornado. If my onesie failed I am backed up by my fixing pants. Before you even get to my diaper there is a pair of white PUL protective briefs. I cannot imagine a wardrobe failure that would ever expose my diaper. 4.) Changing in a locker room are you kidding me? Every gym has a bathroom with stalls and you can change privately there. Personally I could care less who sees in a gym. 5.) I have never been stopped and asked why I have a backpack when walking in somewhere to change my diaper. This includes malls, gas stations, restaurants, and stores. I change in public all the time and generally always have my bag. Sometimes I will even walk in the restroom just holding a plain white diaper in my hand. With all that said there are times that you are limited if you wear diapers 24/7. Work is a challenge if you do not want anyone to know. As you have said without experience of your own you learn to adapt and overcome those challenges.

Hello friends, this is a repost - I was going to fill in the old thread that still had some of the comments, but that was deleted completely recently. So here we go. I'll be posting 2-3 chapters per day to allow for discussion (it'll be new for some people). When the story is done, I'll share a brand new one! ----------------------------- "No, Aimee, for the millionth time, I won't diaper you. You're my roommate, not my baby. I'm sorry your job sucks, but do you really want to just throw away your adulthood?" Fiona was exasperated at her roommate's constant attempts to get her to Amazon-up and baby her. She kept finding Little goods catalogs casually left around the apartment, showing happy Amazon mommies cuddling their fully-grown adult Littles. They watched the news together, they both knew how bad it could be on other islands. Catalon, for example, didn't even see Littles as persons. They were second-class citizens at best, pets at worst. No Little there went undiapered. Here on Gaule things were drastically different. Gaule still had a thriving native Little population, most of them fully functioning adults."Fiona, c'mon.. we've known each other forever. You can't honestly say you haven't wanted to see me in a diaper, even one time?" Aimee blinked her long black eyelashes at her roommate. She had her blonde hair in ringlets and was wearing a pink t-shirt with Tinkerbell on it, Patron Saint of Diapered Littles, under her shortalls. She purposefully dressed in a way that made her cute and vulnerable. She had the blonde hair and blue eyes that most Amazons prized, but Fiona just wouldn't budge."I can honestly say I have never wanted to see you in a diaper, you silly Little. If you want to be adopted that badly, why don't you just go stand in the middle of a store and pee yourself?" Fiona folded her arms across her chest, covering up the TARDIS on her worn t-shirt. She leaned away slightly from her pushy roomie."Owie," Aimee frowned, "I don't want just anyone, Fi.. if I did that, who knows what would happen. I could end up in an orphanage or something, I don't want that. And my job sucks more than you can even imagine. And it's not like you need my help to pay the rent! You just got promoted AGAIN." Fiona would be the perfect mommy, Aimee just knew it. She knew that if she could just get her friend to buckle once, to see how wonderful it was to snuggle someone who needed you, everything would just fall into place. She stared up into her friend's green eyes, reaching up and flipping her tight brown ponytail. Fiona hated makeup and her long hair, she'd shave it off if she could, but she needed it in her climb to the top at work."I have zero interest in taking care of someone's diapers, and you're an adult. You're my friend. We play games and watch movies. And yes, I got promoted but that doesn't mean you can just give up on being an adult. How is your job that bad?""I'm a greeter, Fiona. A greeter. I greet people. I stand on top of a big platform in a cutesy costume and I welcome people into the store. For eight hours. Each day. I already wear diapers at the store, they're not a big deal. They're actually really comfy. I hate changing myself though, and I hate using our stupid giant toilet here." Fiona didn't mind all the Little-aid devices that were around the house that allowed Aimee to live a normal, adult life. The ladder on the toilet didn't seem like it would be that bad to her."Tough nuggets, Aims. I'm not changing your diapers, you aren't my Little. If you're so keen on being a baby, why haven't you put out an ad or gotten adopted by someone while you're on the job?""Oh yeah, I want someone I don't know, or someone who works at the same awful store as I do as my mommy. No. My badge says clearly that I'm licensed, nobody can claim me without my permission. I give you permission!" Aimee flung herself into Fiona's arms, knocking Fiona's controller out of her hands, clutching at her shirt and clinging to her."Ugh," Fiona pushed the Little back onto her own couch cushion, "For the last time, no. And it's your turn to cook tonight. Finish your move in the game and go start dinner while I take my turn.""It's not fair," Aimee whined, turning back to the TV and picking up her controller, "I thought all you Amazons had crazy hormones that made you want to baby cute Littles like me." Aimee put in her orders, instructing her civilization that all Littles should be diapered no matter what, which caused her international reputation to plummet. She ended up making choices like these in most of the games they played, Littles ended up diapered like it was the way things were supposed to be. Fiona thought her dear friend should probably visit a therapist to talk about it, but any time she pressed the issue, things went very badly."You're not as cute as you think," Fiona tickled her roommate as she delivered the joke, "And who would honestly want to wipe someone else's butt? I've never understood it.""You're supposed to want to, we're supposed to be irresistible. I know it's not me, I get asked to come home with a customer at least once a week," Aimee sighed, knowing not to push this too far, Fiona would get really upset if anyone implied she was abnormal, "I just wish you wanted me that way, Fi. You're really great." Fiona allowed Aimee to lay her blonde curls across her Amazon lap. Aimee finished her turn from this odd angle, it didn't matter that they watched each others' turns - they always had it set so they were in a permanent alliance. It was always the two of them against the world.With a dramatic sigh, Aimee put the controller down on the coffee table and trudged to the kitchen. Aimee was actually a really good cook, she had this knack for knowing exactly what spices and what proportions to use, she never used a cookbook or a recipe. Tonight was chicken enchiladas, one of Fiona's absolute favorite of Aimee's dishes. Fiona chose to dream of her wonderful, gooey, cheesy chicken delights rather than focusing on how Aimee was getting incredibly pushy again. She hadn't pushed this hard in a while, things must actually be pretty rough at her job. The last time she got in a big fight at work, before she changed jobs, Aimee had actually started having "accidents" in the apartment, but Fiona had made it clear that she was either to take care of her own diapers or find another place to live. They'd been friends forever, but she just wasn't going to deal with that. Aimee's bladder control returned miraculously shortly afterward.Aimee was right, they didn't need her money to pay for anything in the apartment. Fiona had just made VP at work and money was not an issue.. but she really, truthfully had no interest in owning a Little. She never had, no one in her family did. She had grown up very nearby a Little community and had been friends with many in her youth, the thought of treating her good friend like a baby was just weird. She didn't understand why anyone would want it at all. Littles were adults, they weren't as smart or as strong as an Amazon, but they grew up and learned things and had thoughts and feelings just like anyone. They could be productive members of society, they could fall in love. Not that Fiona understood a lot about love, either.She focused on her turn, using her civilization to make peace on behalf of their alliance. The President of her democratic government was a Little, and had to spend a lot of time explaining her backwards partner's anti-Little attitudes. Honestly, it made the game more challenging. Fiona hated it when they teamed up and the game was too easy, she may as well just play solitaire. But she got to build up her military to defend Aimee's borders and work out the diplomacy, while at the same time protecting her own Littles from the worldwide attitude shift that Aimee's civ caused.Dinner was wonderful as always, Aimee put Fiona's own culinary skills completely to shame. The spanish rice and black beans were perfect. Fiona took just a moment to wipe the footprints off the countertops, it was totally and completely worth it. As was the deal, Fiona took care of all of the dishes on Aimee's night to cook. She helped Aimee down from her Littles chair and took her cartoonish pony plate and rubber fork. Aimee bought those with her own money, she wasn't going to make her get rid of them. If Aimee really wanted to wear diapers and be a baby, that was fine.. as long as she did her share of the chores, kept cooking her wonderful meals, and took care of her own diapers. In fairness, Aimee's share of the chores was smaller. She had to go to extra effort to make meals large enough to satisfy Fiona's Amazonian hunger so Fiona took care of the majority of the chores in general, especially the ones that would require more strength than Aimee had. Fiona took care of most of the dishes and the garbage, Aimee did a lot of the cooking and always took care of her own laundry.As usual, the pair stayed up a little bit too late playing their game. Aimee fell asleep on the couch during a particularly difficult turn for Fiona, who carried her off to bed and tucked her in. Aimee had to struggle very hard not to smile as her giant friend carried her, cradled in her strong arms. She "fell asleep" like this quite often, she'd hate to tip off Fiona that it wasn't always real. Being carried was addictive though, Fiona was always so careful, so gentle. Before leaving the Little's bedroom with its tiny furniture, she shook her head as she picked up a fallen pacifier and dropped it on Aimee's desk. She slipped out quietly and closed the door, then closed the smaller, Little door as well with a soft click.Fiona was pretty sure that her Little friend's longing was just a "grass is always greener" situation, she wouldn't actually like life as a babified Little. And even though she had mentioned it, she would be heartbroken if an Amazon came and took her best friend away from her. Somehow she didn't think she'd be able to go have video game playdates as a visitor in a nursery. She sighed as she climbed into her own normal-sized bed, fully expecting to wake up to Aimee snuggled in her arms in the morning. The thought brought a smile. They were best friends, but Fiona really did love Aimee in a way. She wasn't exactly sure in what way, and she wouldn't ever call the feeling "love", but she knew it was there.Her thoughts turned to the stresses of her new position. She was rubbing elbows with a different class of people now, there was a big difference between being a Senior Director in the firm and a Vice-President. Tomorrow was the start of her second week in her new office on the 14th floor, and she was still finding her footing. She wasn't used to having a secretary or having to talk to people outside the firm as part of the job. It was a new skill set she was having to hone. She had the knowledge and the expertise from the internal-facing side, but she had to succeed in this external interfacing capacity if she were going to continue her climb. It had been a long, hard road but she hadn't reached the peak yet. And she wasn't going to give that dream up for anything. Fiona was on a path to make her mark on the whole world, not just to help bring products to the market that made Little lives easier in Gaule, she wanted to reach a position where she could help Native Littles everywhere. Chapter Two Aimee struggled down from the booster seat in the back seat of the car and let herself out. She crossed in front of Fiona's car and waved to her friend to let her know she was okay. Aimee still had to go put on her uniform, it was in the breakroom with her work diapers. Fiona waved back, her hair coiffed perfectly and her dark blue suit immaculate. A gold bracelet glinted on Fiona's wrist as she waved, and then she was gone. Off to live the life of someone with power, while Aimee struggled into her diaper and her hated costume to stand and wave at people who barely paid her any mind. She wished that Fiona would change her mind, even if it was just for a week, and let her be the baby. Stay home, watch TV, snuggle... it sounded amazing. The ultimate vacation, free from all cares and worries, she wouldn't have to do anything at all..."Hey mascot," the voice snapped her back to reality. Kurt. "Need help getting into your diapers?""Kurt, that sounds suspiciously like sexual harassment to me, do I need to go talk with Helen again?" Aimee whirled on him, hands on her hips. Kurt was a jerk, he was only a couple of feet taller than her. He was one of those In-Betweeners who made themselves feel better by being mean to Littles, he was the personification of the idiom 'Shit rolls downhill'. His greasy brown mop hung down into his eyes and his face was broken out in blemishes, he just didn't seem to care enough to take care of himself. He wore the standard uniform, black slacks with a brown collared shirt. He leered at her as he responded."Offering to help a Little into a diaper isn't sexual harassment any more than offering to help a fish flopping on the ground back into the water. You know where you belong, baby girl. Like all Littles, you're just waiting for the right Amazon to scoop you up and whisk you off to a life of bottles and diapers. Everyone knows you like your work uniform.""Go fuck yourself, Kurt," the Little stormed off toward the employee ready area, Kurt couldn't see the tears in her eyes as she left. What hurt the most was that he was right, though. If Fiona offered to sweep her away to a life of cribs and bottles, she'd take it with glee. It was her favorite fantasy. But Kurt made her feel like she was betraying Littles everywhere just by having these feelings.Being Little in an Amazon's world sucks, why shouldn't I want to be cared for and loved? Work sucks, having to struggle to climb everything sucks, finding transportation sucks. Why is it so wrong to want Fiona to just pick me up and carry me? If diapers go with that, fine by me - they're cute and comfy anyway. She was consumed by her thoughts as she locked the door of the employee ready room and stripped. I should probably go to the bathroom first, she thought - she almost always did that first, but Kurt threw her routine off. She laid down and powdered herself as best she could, pulling the medical-looking plain white diaper up between her legs and fastening the tapes. She'd be standing up on the greeting platform for the next eight hours with only a few breaks and the bathroom was on the other side of the store. She had learned quickly that if she spent her break time using the bathroom... she never got a break.Aimee toddled out of the ready room in her neck-to-toe teddy bear costume, the round ear headband atop her blonde curls. The original costume had a head, but they found the customers responded much better to Aimee's bouncing locks, so the manager modified it. They'd actually done an empirical study and discovered that Aimee provided a not insignificant boost in sales when she was the greeter... but they didn't tell her that, of course."Hey Aimee," Helen's voice came from behind Aimee as she toddled toward the front of the store, "Need a lift?""Sure, I'd like that," Aimee agreed, raising her arms. She liked being carried in general, especially when she was having trouble getting around like she did in the bear costume. Helen was a true giantess, too - she was easily a foot taller than the average Amazon, so Aimee felt delightfully small in her arms. Helen scooped her up and smiled down at her as she walked toward the front of the store. "Are you okay? You look a little upset.""You mean I look like an upset Little," Aimee joked, "Kurt was just being a jerk, saying stuff about how Littles belong in diapers, his usual stuff. It just got to me today.""I can talk to him if you'd like," Helen offered, smiling down at Aimee. She had thought about offering to adopt Aimee before, but she had never worked up the courage. Aimee already had to deal with wearing diapers as part of her job, she probably hated the idea of being babied, or so Helen thought. She carried Aimee in one arm and ran her fingers through her short-cut blonde hair. She had brown eyes to Aimee's blue, but they were similar enough in complexion that you could believe for a moment that Aimee was really Helen's relative. "He's got to stop picking on you, it's unprofessional.""Thanks, Helen.. but no," Aimee declined as Helen placed her on the platform above the carts at the front of the store, "I'll handle it. I'll try not to let him get me down. Thanks for looking out for me.""Any time, Aimee. You're a good friend to me," Helen smiled warmly at the Little dressed as a teddy bear, but Aimee didn't pick up on the sad longing that hid just behind that smile."You're a great friend too, Helen," she waved as her giant friend walked away. She turned toward the people walking into the store and shouted, "Welcome to Sir Bearington's! Be sure to check out our special on Little ladders! They're beary great!"* * *Fiona pulled the sedan into her designated parking spot, close to the building. Of all the small perks that came with the new title, the reserved spot was one she enjoyed quite a lot. Her car looked a bit out of place, a simple Honda sandwiched in between a pair of BMWs. She didn't have much practice at being one of the "fancy people", but this was part of the game you had to play if you wanted enough power to make a real difference. She'd have to upgrade her car soon, after another month or two in her new job. Fiona hated buying things on credit, she had an old-fashioned philosophy of wanting pay for things outright and not be beholden to anyone.She smoothed a wrinkle from her skirt as she slid out of the car, grabbing her briefcase from the passenger seat. She sighed at the cheeseburger wrappers Aims had left in the back seat, she'd have to get her Little roommate to clean those up, she couldn't afford the hit to her image at work. They'd just have to excuse her for now, the booster seat would provide all the explanation she needed for the moment. The elevator ride to the 14th floor was pleasant, if a little lonely.. as Senior Director she mingled with her product team a lot, now that she was VP she was a little isolated up there with the executives, but this still felt like the right move."Good morning, Miss Marr," Carol's voice floated across the office as soon as Fiona stepped out of the elevator. This was the hardest thing for her get used to, having a dedicated assistant. She and several other Directors had shared an office assistant before, so it wasn't the fact that her only job was to help out.. it was just that Carol's only duty at all was to help Fiona. Carol was a little bit older than Fiona, but not by much. Today she was wearing a classic red blouse with a lovely gold necklace that matched her gold hoops, her earlobes exposed by her high braided honey brown hair. She was an earth tone and her makeup was perfect with just a touch of eye shadow ad the faintest gloss on her lips. Carol was an expert at wearing just enough makeup to look like she wasn't wearing any at all."Good morning, Carol. But please, call me Fiona," Fiona reminded her gently. She'd been with the company for a long time, almost as long as I had, but always as an executive assistant."Right, sorry Miss M... Fiona," Carol was very good at her job, but old habits die hard, "Your 11 AM called, Mr. Whitmore, he can't come to the office for the meeting today but he said he'd be happy to meet with you at the club."The club, Fiona cursed in her head. She didn't have a membership yet, but she knew she'd need one eventually. Osmium was an fairly exclusive club that many of the movers-and-shakers she'd need to interface with belonged to. A lot of business was done there, and getting on the membership roll was on Fiona's to do list. It was looking like that one would get crossed off sooner rather than later."Please confirm with Mr. Whitmore, I'll be happy to meet him at Osmium," she smiled to Carol as she strode into her office, but she wasn't exactly happy. "Please move my 1 o'clock to allow for travel time." Carol chirped a confirmation, the one PM was an internal briefing, it could wait. Getting Mr. Whitmore's agency to approve the new designs for the Little Pilot seat her team was working on for testing by actual Littles. The design was revolutionary, it used a low-latency neural interface that when installed and configured would allow a Little to drive a full sized car with no further modifications. Littles could technically drive currently, but not all roads had a Little lane, and it was still very dangerous for them, most Littles relied on ride-shares which had their own risks, or public transportation. This would give Littles worldwide more freedom than they had had... well, possibly ever. Lawrence Whitmore was the head of the LPSA, the Littles Product Safety Administration, and Fiona needed his agency to sign off on the testing before they could go any further. It wouldn't be easy due to the social ramifications of the new product, and getting to Mr. Whitmore himself was the fastest strategy.Fiona sat down at her desk and started with the emails that had piled up overnight. She knew the morning would fly by in no time and she'd have to be on her way to the club, she'd need time to do the membership application.. there was no time to waste.* * *Greeting felt like such a waste of time. She just said the same thing over and over - it could be done by a robot, why did they want an actual Little in a bear costume shouting at customers?"Oh my, the cute mascot is working again today," she heard a passing Amazon remark. "I like her much better than the one with the bear mask, she's so adorable! Did you see her ringlets.. " the conversation faded as they walked away, but Aimee felt good. She liked knowing that people thought she was cute. Of course, most of the Little customers didn't seem to approve of her getup, neither the ones who walked in of their own will nor the ones riding in the front of a cart, sucking on a pacifier. She watched jealously as an Amazon mommy pushed a Little girl into the store, the girl had very similar ringlets to Aimee's own. If only that were Fiona and me, she daydreamed for a moment, a dream of Fiona pushing her in a cart like that.. leaning forward and squeezing her diaper and remarking how she would need to be changed soon.."Gaule to Aimee," Kurt's voice shattered her daydream into a million pieces, "Helen's been calling you on the intercom, dummy. Walk your bear butt to her office and then take your break.""Ugh," she groaned, "Thanks Kurt," she said grudgingly as he helped her down off the platform."Sure thing, squirt. Hey, sorry I was rough on you this morning. I.. had a bad night," he walked off before she could respond, but any kind of apology was nice. Aimee wondered if Helen had said something to him. Waddling to the manager's office in a wet diaper and a bear costume took forever, she wondered if she'd have any break time at all when this was done."Great job representing us Littles," a Little man in a t-shirt and jeans said snidely as she passed, "I can smell your piss from here." Aimee blushed and hurried on, she knew she should have gone before putting the costume on, she was wetter than usual for this time of day and the medical grade diapers the company provided weren't the best, it was barely 11 AM - there was still a lot of time left in the workday. By the time she made it to Helen's office, she was fighting tears, feeling betrayed by her own desires. Yes, she was wearing the diaper for the job... but she'd gladly let Fiona diaper her for real, all she had to do was ask. It felt like her fellow Littles could see that hidden desire, and they hated her for her traitorous feelings.She pushed open the Little-sized door cut out in the larger door to the manager's office and closed it quietly behind her."Helen? I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you calling me over the intercom, I was shouting at people to buy ladders," Aimee walked into the office looking for her giant boss, faking a smile, "What's up?""Aimee," Helen smiled from the enormous desk. She got up from her seat and crouched down to be "on the level", as they said. "I have great news! You're Employee of the Month! We've gotten so many compliments on your greeting that they're giving you a $100 gift card to the store as thanks. And I get to give it to you," Helen beamed a genuine smile at Aimee as she handed over the card in a gold holder. "Great job, Aimee. Your picture will be up in the entrance this month. Congratulations!""Wow," Aimee stammered a bit, genuinely surprised, "Thanks Helen, I had no idea I was even being considered!""Take an extra ten minutes on your break and keep up the good work, Aimee." Helen was genuinely proud of the Little, and it took everything she had not to scoop her up and give her a big hug. The smile on the girl's face lit up Helen's entire world. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to sweep up this cute thing and snuggle her, to feed her and protect her and never let anything make her sad ever again. She had really laid into Kurt this morning, she watched him like a hawk for a screw-up and nailed him to the wall for it. Something about Aimee brought out every Amazon instinct in Helen.. and it took incredible willpower to keep that in check, especially because she already knew that this wonderful Little was already diapered, and probably wet too.Aimee felt light as a feather as she headed back to the ready room to stash her giftcard and change her diaper, when she felt a hand on her shoulder."Oh, what a cute Little, where's your mommy?" the woman asked, bending over Aimee in a way that was intended to intimidate her. Her accent said clearly that she wasn't from around here, "Your diapee smells so wet, Little one. Let's get you to your mommy so you can be changed.""Back off, lady," Aimee said grumpily, holding up her employee badge, "It says clearly that I'm licensed. I'm on my way to change right now, thank you very much.""Oh," the woman practically hissed as she stormed away, "You shouldn't send false signals, brat. This island is so backwards, it's ridiculous.""Have a nice day," Aimee called after her in her most pleasant tone, but more quietly added, "I hope you trip and break a bone." She was grateful for her license, it kept her from being scooped up by just anyone... there was only one woman she wanted as her mommy. And she doesn't want me, Aimee thought bitterly to herself as she reached the ready room, ...yet, she finished the thought with a smile. Chapter Three Fiona's car was sorely out of place in the sea of Audis, BMWs, and Lexuses as she parked in the guest lot of Osmium. The grounds were enormous and the clubhouse was austere and intimidating. On her way up the stairs to the entrance, she passed a man in a power suit with a red tie talking on his phone as a Little in a poofy princess dress ran to keep up with him, the lead to her reins held in his left hand. She shook her head, feeling badly for the poor Little. This was the kind of thing she was out to fix."Good morning, ma'am," she was greeted warmly by a man in a black turtleneck behind a counter. He was balding on top, his hair shaved short to hide it, "Can I help you?""Yes, I'm a bit early for my meeting with Mr. Whitmore. I don't suppose you could help me with a membership application?" I smiled warmly to him as I strode over to the counter."Of course, madam," the man smiled pleasantly, but didn't move an inch, "I just need to know the name of your sponsor and the name, gender, and age range of your Little." The sponsor she had expected, she already worked it out with her boss that she would use his name.. the part about the Little was a surprise."Dean Jackstone is my sponsor," she smiled, handing him a card with perfect confidence."Mr. Jackstone, really! Oh he is a fine member, quite well-liked," he took the card, his demeanor warming, they went through the initial paperwork and were just about done when he asked, "And your Little?""I don't have a Little currently," Fiona stated this quite matter-of-factly."I'm afraid all members must have a Little, Miss Marr. It's part of the club bylaws. I'll be happy to let you in today for your meeting with Mr. Whitmore, but just for today. Only members are allowed is Osmium, and they expect all members to support our care facility for Littles. Adopt yourself a Little and we'll finish your application. I'm sure you could have one today in your position." He sounded a little jealous.Ugh, I don't even want a Little, what am I going to do about this membership? Fiona wondered to herself as she entered the club proper. The entire right wall of the club was glass, looking down into a giant plastic jungle. Dozens of Littles ran and played in there, obvious diapers on display. Fiona shook her head, this is what she was trying to fight, not trying to encourage. The man from the desk led her deeper into the club, she was in what looked like a large restaurant, waiters bustled about, various bigwigs were dining or drinking. Littles were obviously meant to be seen and not heard in this part of the club, the few that were in the dining area had auto-feeder pacifier-bottles strapped to their faces for their meals, or were otherwise silenced by breasts or restraining pacifiers. All conversation was done in hushed tones, silence was apparently golden.The balding man led her to a back corner, what looked like private booths.. each booth had its own curtain. She was asked to wait while he peeked into a curtain, she only waited a moment, he returned and motioned for her to enter the right side of the curtained booth. Lawrence Whitmore, a very large, very wide man sat across from her. He had tiny, round glasses perched on his nose.. they had to be for show, it was very rare that someone who needed vision correction had a condition that couldn't be solved with an easy surgery. He had a pencil-thin black mustache and a dusting of gray hair on top of his head. The position of his bushy white eyebrows indicated that he was in a serious mood at the moment."Miss Marr," he greeted me. His booth was lavish, the seats were a soft leather and there was plenty of room between the seat and the table. There was a Little in the corner, strapped into a booster seat with his elbows secured to the table, his hands forced to hold a bottle that he sucked from, his eyes closed. He was dressed in shortalls with a blue shirt underneath.. why in the world would Aimee want that? "You've got quite an interesting project that you're working on. Do you really think Littles can be trusted to drive?" He looked pointedly at his captive Little."The majority of Gaule's Littles are perfectly capable, Mr. Whitmore. They have jobs, they pay taxes, and they are perfectly capable adults. It's true that there are some Littles who shouldn't be driving," I smile at his Little, hating myself just a bit, "but I doubt any Amazon is going to allow their diapered Little to get a license, unless you intend for Little... ""Rusty," Lawrence smiled, with what looked like genuine love."Little Rusty here to chauffeur you?" Fiona finished with a smirk, hating herself just a bit more. The mental image caused the large businessman to laugh heartily, and Rusty blushed deeply, looking very much like he wished the world would swallow him whole. "We both know that Littles are big business, both in diapers and in the workforce. And giving them this mobility will increase their employability and thus their spending. I know I'll be making some strategic investments when this product is ready for market... " she finished with a sly smile.A waiter came and took their order - Fiona hadn't really intended to eat here, but Lawrence insisted. Fiona kept herself to a simple club sandwich and chips, Lawrence had quite a large steak with all the trimmings. She stayed and ate lunch with him and they talked stocks and sports while he spoonfed his Little some of what looked like yogurt. Rusty still hadn't spoken a word. This meeting was running much longer than she had intended, Fiona was very glad she had already asked Carol to move her 1 PM."You've definitely piqued my interest," Lawrence turned back to Fiona's original topic after the meal was concluded. "Unfortunately, I'm out of time for today. Would you be willing to meet me here again on Thursday? I want to review your plans personally, have you explain them, and if I'm satisfied I will personally promote your Little Pilot to the department.""That is exactly what I was hoping to hear, Mr. Whitmore," I smiled, "It was a pleasure to meet you, Rusty." His Little blushed and hid his face in his still-secured hands, which caused Lawrence to laugh. Fiona slid out of the booth with her briefcase and made her way for the exit, pondering the best way to secure her membership...* * *It was like Amazons were all members of the same club, they all seemed to have the same jokes. Aimee had just heard the, "Oh she'd look cuter in a crib," joke for the hundredth time today, but nothing was going to get her down. She was Employee of the Month and it felt great. All the cooing and fawning over her, the not even whispered questions about whether or not she was diapered under the costume only reinforced the fact that she was desirable goods to Aimee. Fiona should be begging to change her diaper! She was so cute, she was the Little every Amazon wanted, it just didn't make sense. They had been best friends forever, why didn't Fiona want to take things to the next level? Aimee shook the thoughts away, focusing on the crowd."Good afternoon sir," she greeted a Little as he walked in, "Welcome to Sir Bearington's!""Thanks," he said gruffly, grabbing a cart and heading inside."Hello pretty lady," she smiled and batted her eyes at an incoming Amazon, she didn't have a Little but seemed like the type who wanted one. She wore a simple blue dress and sandals, and had a lovely blue leather purse that matched her outfit. "Welcome to Sir Bearington's!""Oh my goodness, aren't you the cutest thing?" the Amazon cooed up at her on her platform. "Does your mommy work here, sweetie?"Normally this sort of thing annoyed Aimee a bit, but she was feeling so good today. Knowing that Helen and the company appreciated her work made all the difference in the world and she was feeling really good about greeting people. The whole day just felt brighter after the lunch break, which she spent a good chunk of the time staring at the gold envelope. She wasn't even sure what she wanted to buy with it."No pretty lady," she smiled, wishing she could curl a finger through her hair.. but all she had was a bear paw, "I don't have a mommy, I'm licensed.""Oh, such a shame. A cute little thing like you shouldn't have to work, although you're doing a wonderful job!"I know, right? Aimee agreed silently. I shouldn't have to work, I'm cute! "Thank you ma'am," Aimee smiled, "I like my job though and my Amazon bestie would be disappointed in me if I gave it up." The first half of the sentence would have been a lie just this morning, but Aimee was feeling really good about the job today, it was silly what a big difference a gesture of thanks had on the attitude."Well, not everyone can have the right opinion on what a cute thing like you should be doing with her time, I suppose," the lady smiled, "If you were my Little, I'd never let you go.""Aww, that's nice," Aimee smiled, knowing full well that the nicest gesture from the nicest Amazon could just be a trap. Once a Little was adopted, there was no way out. You only wanted to enter that kind of relationship if you knew you wanted it to be forever... like it should be with Fiona. Wonderful Fiona, Aimee fawned, who would never hurt me or make me do anything unfun. This lady seemed nice, but for all Aimee knew, she was a total sadist with a fully decked out punishment nursery waiting. Some Littles liked that, after all... Aimee, not so much."Would you like to go to dinner with me sometime, cutie?" The Amazon flashed an amazingly white smile.. it was dazzling."I uh.. " Aimee was sorely tempted, dating an Amazon while licensed was mostly safe, as long as she didn't get full-on kidnapped. This lady didn't seem like the predatory type..."Aimee," Helen's voice came from behind her, "I need your help with something. Are you available?" Helen had been watching this whole scene unfold and a cold fear gripped her heart. She couldn't bear to see Aimee get abducted, sometimes the nicest-seeming Amazons were the craziest ones. This particular lady looked like the type who wouldn't give Helen the time of day, so she was immediately distrustful. Amazon women tended not to like Helen, or so she felt, because she was so big and tall. She didn't have many friends in school and she was often ostracized as awkward. This lady seemed like the sort that would have picked on her back then. For all her trepidation regarding females, Amazon males were even worse. It was extremely rare that she could find one as tall as she was, and no one seemed to want to date someone taller than them. It severely limited Helen's fashion choices, and she was quite jealous of the lady's chunky-heeled sandals. Adding even a few inches to Helen's already above average height was awful, but she wanted to wear cute shoes too."I gotta go, sorry," Aimee excused herself and climbed down from the platform. Helen desperately wanted to scoop up Aimee and hold her close, but she had to show the lady that Aimee was a strong and independent Little, even helping her down from the platform would only encourage her to pursue. The woman lingered as Aimee toddled over to Helen. "What's up, boss?" she asked cheerfully.Helen gestured for Aimee to follow and walked slowly away from the woman, trying to think up some excuse for why she needed Aimee. She hadn't at all, but the thought of Aimee going out with that... temptress sent her into a complete panic."I um," Helen hesitated, "It's stupid, but I can't get my computer to respond." The lie was plausible, Aimee wasn't a tech wizard or anything, but she knew her way around. Helen was no dummy either, but she could claim the problem was real and had fixed itself, "I was hoping you could poke at it. I have to get a report done today.""Sure thing, boss!" Aimee beamed, toddling along next to Helen at what was a painfully slow pace for her. Aimee was overjoyed at being asked to help, today was positively fantastic. The journey to the manager's office was a long one, and neither of them noticed the lady from the entrance casually following them, looking at merchandise here and there. She only gave up once the door to the manager's office was closed."Okay," Aimee said brightly, climbing up with a considerable degree of difficulty into Helen's chair. "Let's see what we can see." She tapped the screen and the keyboard and the computer sprung to life. Aimee did a couple of standard gestures and the computer responded correctly. "You say it was frozen?""Of course it's working now," Helen smiled nervously, a tell that she was lying - one she wasn't even aware she did, "Sorry for wasting your time, Aimee. Computers always seem to do this to me, they work fine as soon as I ask for help.""I hate that," Aimee commiserated, "Well, I guess I should get back to greeting people.""Actually," Helen said a little too quickly, "I was wondering if you could do some sorting for me. It'll probably take you the rest of the day, you'll be in the back so you can switch to your street clothes." Helen was really worried about that lady, she could be lurking around, just waiting for Aimee to return to the front and Helen to walk away. "Do you mind?""Of course not, I'm happy to help you however I can," Aimee hadn't really thought much about Helen, other than as the often-hated authority figure at work, but she felt really valued today and Helen was a big part of that. She wanted to make Helen happy, and it would be nice to get out of the uniform for a while. "I'll head to the ready room and go change, and meet you back here?""Well," Helen started and hesitated, "Would you mind if I carried you?" She was terrified that she was pushing her luck, most Littles would be incredibly offended at the question. "Just to save some time, err.. not that you're slow or anything, I just walk quite fast for an Amazon.""Sure! I don't mind, having short legs sucks," Aimee turned the chair and lifted her arms up, ready to be carried... and Helen felt weak in the knees. She shouldn't fantasize about an employee, but she really wanted this. She felt her cheeks grow warm as she picked Aimee up and placed her on one hip. Helen had never walked faster in her life, it was a speed-walk, it was almost a run. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she felt like she might faint. "Wow," Aimee remarked, "You really are fast! It must have been torture for you walking from the front, I'm sorry.""Oh, no.. it's no big deal," Helen stammered a bit. She would need to calm herself down actively while Aimee changed. "I don't mind, it's relaxing to walk at a slower pace. My sister says I need to slow down anyway."Helen leaned against the wall with a hand against her chest, steadying her breathing as Aimee went and changed. She hoped no one else was watching.

Note: I'm reposting this after last year's server corruption. Note that I retain all copyrights, and although this story has shown up on other story sites, I have NOT authorized re-publication anyplace other than Daily Diapers. Do not repost without permission. “The Trainer” As I felt the pleasant vibration again, I knew I lost. This was the third time in the last hour that I was being rewarded without consciously letting go, and it was only Tuesday. It had started close to three months ago. My wife and I were playing around in bed, openly discussing some of the more kinky aspects of our desires. “So, I know you like wearing them, but what about wetting them?” I hesitated. “Yes, I like wetting them.” “Why?” “Because that’s what they are for. If I wet them, then I can sort of pretend that I need them, which somehow lessens the guilt of wearing them.” “Do you usually just wear one, or do you change once you’ve wet one?” “Well, I’ve done stints of several days, even two weeks once... but usually it’s just one and done, if you know what I mean.” “So, what about messing them? When you wore them for two weeks, did you do everything in the diaper?” That was an easy one. “Wetting is OK, but not messing.” “Why not?” “Yuk.” She laughed. “Yeah, I have to agree with that.” She looked at me a little more inquisitively, her hand touching the side of my face. “If pretending that you need them lessens the guilt... would you like to have to wear them? Like a baby?” “Not a like a baby. The whole baby thing is not for me. But I think it’s a fantasy to have to wear them... nice to think about here in bed, but probably not what I really want.” “I wonder if it’s even possible to un-potty train an adult.” My answer here probably came a little too fast. “Well, there are hypnosis files, but they didn’t work.” Her dark eyes flicked to mine. “So you’ve tried?” I sort of gulped. “Yes.” She got out of bed, intentionally and very intimately climbing over the top of me, and walked naked to the closet. She pulled out a bag I thought I had hidden better, and produced an Abena M4 and some powder. As she walked back, she opened up the diaper and told me to lift up. Sliding the diaper under me, she spread powder over my diaper area. She taped up the diaper, doing a fair job for the first time putting a diaper on me. A few adjustments, and things were fine. She said nothing the whole time. Climbing back over me, she cuddled into my arms, her hand resting on top of my diapered groin. “I Love You, you know. I know about that bag. It’s OK. There are only a few left; you should order some more.” I didn’t know what to say, so I just stayed quiet and held her close. Two weeks later, we were in a similar position. She was cuddled into my arms again, and looked up at me. “I see that the case of diapers arrived. Do you want to wear one?” Yes... yes, I did. I just looked at her and smiled. She went to the closet, got a diaper and powder, and diapered me again. “I’d like to make a bet with you,” she said as she pulled the diaper up between my legs. “Ok....” “I’ll bet that I can un-potty train you in one week. I need some time to get it ready, but that’s the bet, if you choose to take it.” “So, if you win...” “If I win, you’re un potty trained, and in diapers.” “Interesting... not sure I really want that, but interesting. And if you lose?” “If I lose... well... what do you want? How about I’m in diapers for two weeks? Something I don’t want, but at least I might understand a little more about them if I lose.” I thought about it. It sounded good to me. I really doubted that she could un-potty train me in a week. I mean, I’d done some extended stretches longer than that, and never had the least problem afterwards. And then I’d get two weeks of her in diapers, which would be fun. “OK, deal. When does it start?” “I need a few weeks to get everything together. I’ll let you know.” I realized that she had been kneading the front of the diaper, and I was rather excited again. As the next few weeks passed, I was not allowed to open the various packages that came, and she spent a lot of time in our her home office on “work”. We worked for competing companies, and it was not unusual for us to not be able to talk to each other about what we were working on. We handled it by having separate offices. Her office was filled with computers, workbenches, and other tools to work on the card readers, digital signs, and other prototypes that she built, while my less cluttered office was mostly used for the programming I did. It was not usual for her to disappear behind a closed door during crunch time at work, and I didn’t question anything. Earlier this week, I was tied up. Not an unusual thing; we both enjoy a little light bondage with some soft rope and blindfolds. We had just finished a rather marathon session, and she was laying on my chest basking in the afterglow. She turned her head so she could look at me. “You remember the bet we made?” My mind was thick and slow. “About un-potty training you?” Oh, right. “Yeah?” “I think it’s time to start.” “Urm. Ok. What does that mean, exactly?” She got up and I admired her naked body as she threw a robe on. I heard her walk into the hallway, and her office door opened. She returned in a minute holding a box. “Here’s how it’s going to work.” She smiled broadly, and I realized that my hands were still tied. I started getting a little nervous. She pulled something out of the box. “Remember this?” Uh oh. I slowly nodded my head. Some time ago we had talked about chastity play and I had gotten the device. We played with it for a little bit but we decided that it really wasn’t something either of us were really into. “I made a few modifications to it.” She pointed at the red box mounted on it. “First, there’s this. A little control box using some off-the-shelf components. And, there’s this, a few parts that will help us out. There’s a flow meter, which goes here.” She held up a part which looked like a short catheter with some thin wires handing out and a mushroom head on one end, which she spread some lubricant on and slipped into the end of my penis. “We’ll use a little of this skin-safe adhesive to hold it there.” I tried to struggle a little bit, but a quick grip of my balls settled me down. She applied something from a bottle onto the end of my penis, and the mushroom end of the flow meter was pressed to my skin. In 10 seconds, she let go. “Then we put this on.” She took the CB-6000 rings and moved them into position. “And lastly this.” She lubed up the inside of the CB-6000 tube, and slid it on, the wires from the flow meter being run inside the tube to the red box mounted on the CB-6000. I craned my neck to see, and realized that the red box covered the area normally occupied by the lock. She pulled out her cell phone, and launched an app. “Let’s see if this works. First, let’s lock it.” She pressed something on the phone screen, and I heard a tiny click from the box. A green light started blinking intermittently on the box. “Great. You’re locked in.” She retrieved a diaper and slid it under me, pulling it up between my legs but not taping it. I continued craning my neck, struggling to see what was happening down there. I started to say something, but she hushed me. “Wait, wait, now, for the fun part. There are two other surprises that I added. Can you pee a little bit? You’ll like this part.” “I can try...” It took a few seconds of concentration, but I felt a little pee escape. When I stopped, I felt a very pleasant vibration on the bottom of my dick and my balls. It felt very good. “That’s the reward. Whenever you wet, you’ll be rewarded. Now, on the other hand...” she pressed a few buttons, and suddenly I felt a little prick, like someone just stabbed my dick with a pin. “Ouch!!!” I said, trying to simultaneously sit up and reach down to the affected region, a motion which was impossible with my hands still over my head. “That’s the punishment. It will be light at first, but if the device detects that you haven’t peed in a while, it will remind you. If you pee often enough, even a little bit, then you won’t be punished. Over time, the algorithms will change, though. I get feedback right here”, she said, showing me a graph on her phone, “that tells me when and how much you peed, and I’ll be adjusting the settings over the week depending on how you progress.” She closed up the diaper, fastened the tapes, and untied my hands. I sat up, and she sat down beside me, rubbing my wrists for me. “So, this is the experiment. You remember the bet... this lasts a week. At the end of the week, on next Sunday, I will remove the device and you’ll have the opportunity to go without diapers. If you have more than one accident, or ask me for a diaper because you think you will, you lose. You’re in diapers, and we’ll put the device back on for a week or two to make sure the job is done. “If you make it through 48 hours you win, and I will start my two weeks in diapers. If you give up in the middle of this, meaning you take the device off, then I don’t want to have anything to do with diapers. No more diapers in the house, no more changes, no more talking about them. And in the worst cases, I may choose to share certain information, and pictures of you, with my friends. But only in the case that you quit in the middle. Understand?” I understood. This was going to be interesting. “OK, I think you’re going to have an interesting night, so I prepared the guest bedroom for you. You should probably drink a lot of water. I love you.” She kissed me, and left the room. That night was indeed interesting. I left our bedroom and stumbled over to the guest room, feeling the unfamiliar weight of the device hanging inside the diaper. At least the diaper helped to hold it up, so there was not much discomfort. The guest room looked much as it always did, with the addition of a plastic bag lined pail with a few diapers on the lid, obviously intended to be the diaper pail. As I pulled back the covers and got into bed I heard the distinctive crinkle of a loud plastic sheet, and could tell that there was a pad there as well. She was expecting results. As I tried to get comfortable, the device made sleeping on my front or side, my preferred positions, very uncomfortable. I finally managed to get settled in sleeping on my back, and lay there for a while thinking about what was happening. I don’t know how long it had been after I drifted off to sleep, but the sharp little pin stick of the punishment shock woke me up quickly. It took me a second to figure out what to do. I relaxed as much as possible, and the little pressure in my bladder released. I felt the warm vibration of the reward, and reached down until I felt the unyielding hardness of the device block my way. I hadn’t even thought about that aspect of it. It didn’t take long to get back to sleep, luckily. Several more times during the night the pattern repeated. I felt a little shock, woke up, released a little pee, got a reward, and went back to sleep. At first I worried a little about leaking, but then realized that the bed was well protected and didn’t worry about it. After all, she expected it. I woke up in the morning to a full, leaking diaper. Not being sure when the last time I had peed was, and not wanting to deal with another shock, I peed a little and enjoyed the reward. Unsure of what was expected, I grabbed one of the diapers on the pail and some wipes, and quickly changed myself, tossing the used diaper away. A little powder, and I felt much more comfortable. Pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, I followed my nose downstairs to the kitchen where the smell of cooking bacon led me. “Good morning, sweetie!” my wife said as I joined her by the stove. She had an apron on to protect her, as she was only wearing a large t-shirt and panties. She reached down and felt my crotch before I realized what was happening. “You changed your diaper already?” I kissed her good morning. “Yes, it was soaked. That smells good!” I grabbed one of the already cooked strips cooling on the plate, and she handed me a coffee. “So, why so nice to me this morning?” I asked, nuzzling her neck as she moved the last few pieces of bacon onto a waiting paper towel to cool. “Well, I’m kind of curious how this goes. We didn’t talk a lot about it last night. How do you feel about all this?” I thought for a moment. “Well, it was definitely a surprise. You sure know how to keep things interesting. But, what’s up with the chastity belt thing? Do we not get to have fun this week? And where did you get this setup?” “No, silly, the tube is just there to hold the equipment in place. It happened to be a convenient place to mount the box. The box... I made. It’s using one of our new low power chips, so you’re sort of a test subject. In fact, I sold this project to my boss as a potential way to help train bedwetters... so you’re unofficially a guinea pig. Of course, you need to wet the bed before I can try to cure you! Of course, he doesn’t know about that part of the firmware.” She assembled me a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast, and we went over to the table and sat down. “Speaking of such, let me tell you a little more about the device and the programming. I think it’s actually pretty cool.” She’s such an engineer. She could look at a device that was locked to my balls that gave me shocks to train me to wet my diapers and think it was cool. She explained that the microcontroller and battery were sealed in the box. Using bluetooth, it could communicate with her or my phone, and get programming from a web server from that app. It would also report everything from my body temperature, to how much I peed, when I peed, and even what my state of erection is. “It can measure that???” “Yeah, there’s a little pressure sensor on the inside of the tube. As you get hard, the pressure increases. I haven’t quite figured out what to use it for yet, but I’m sure I’ll find a use for it.” As I said, such an engineer... The device could also be controlled directly from the phone, and she demonstrated by turning on the vibration for a few seconds. She held her finger over the punishment button with a grin on her face, but relented when I pleaded to not be shocked. She then showed me that the device knew that I had not released any pee recently, and showed me the countdown... 45 seconds until my next shock. I peed a little, and saw the time reset to 20 minutes as the vibrator turned on for a few pleasurable seconds. She demonstrated that she could randomize the time, change the shock and reward strengths, and vary the percentage of time that I got a shock or reward. She also showed a ton of graphs and timelines showing when I had peed, when I had gotten shocks and rewards, and as she promised a line showing my level of erection. Wow. I asked about cleanliness... after all, how could I keep clean with this thing locked on? “It’s not a punishment, you know. The chastity tube is just there to hold the training device in place and make sure you hold up your end of the bet. We’ll take it off every night for a good shower, and we can fool around whenever we... I mean I... want”, she said with with a teasing smile. She showed me the phone, and the line showing my excitement was ticking quickly upwards. The morning went pretty well. I did a bunch of chores around the house. While I was shocked a few times, I got better about making sure I let out pee every so often. Of course, I was choosing to let it out, so I was fully in control. I was just trying to let it out often enough to not get shocked. And, I’ll admit, the vibrator felt quite good. I realized after a little while that the more pee I let out the more intense the reward, so I drank a bunch of water and diet soda to increase the volume. After about three hours, my wife came up to me with a diaper and a changing pad and felt my crotch. “Yeah, you are pretty wet, aren’t you. The app on my phone is set to tell me when you’ve let out a liter, and by the looks of it you do need a change.” I hadn’t even realized how wet the diaper was. All the little pees had added up. She motioned me over to the couch and spread out the pad. “I can change myself, you know.” “I know you can, and feel free to when you want a change, but I feel a little more involved this way. And I can make it more fun,” as she pulled down my sweatpants and lay me back on the couch. She slowly massaged my diaper, which I could not feel at all through the plastic tube. But, the kisses on my stomach and her gentle caress put me at ease as she unfolded the dry diaper below me, and removed the wet one. A few quick swipes with the baby wipes and she taped up the new diaper. Not all that unpleasant, I admitted as she folded up the changing pad and tossed the wet diaper in the trash. After lunch and a few more chores I could tell I my diaper was heavy between my legs. I changed myself this time, putting on another M4 before I settled in my for my typical Sunday afternoon nap. I turned on the TV to an afternoon game, and settled down on the couch. My wife came in and game me a kiss, and as she left I saw her playing with her phone. The game was boring, and it was not long until I drifted off. It seemed like only minutes later that I felt the slight bite of the training device, and I woke up with a start. Realizing what had happened, I relaxed and felt my diaper warm, and I drifted back to sleep. I don’t know how many times this repeated over the course of my nap, but when I awoke the game was over, and my wife was standing over me holding a diaper, wipes and a changing pad. I realized my hand was down my pants, in my diaper. I tried to discreetly pull it out under the blanket that covered me. “Hi sleepy head. Feeling better?” She motioned for me to lift up, and slid the changing pad under me. I helped to slide off my sweatpants. “Yeah, I didn’t sleep all that well last night, for some reason,” I replied with a little sarcasm, “So it was nice to get a good nap. Even though I kept getting woken up.” She slid the dry diaper under me and untaped the wet, swollen M4 I was in. “Well, when you start wetting in your sleep then you won’t have to get woken up.” She cleaned my up, pulled out the wet diaper, and taped the clean one on. My sweatpants were pulled back up and she gave me a quick kiss as she pulled the changing pad out from underneath me. It was time to prepare dinner, and Sunday is steak night at our place. And steak night is my night to cook. I took the nice ribeyes from the fridge, and started preparing them for the grill... a little salt, a little pepper, some soy sauce, and that’s about it. Good steaks don’t need much, and these were the best. Let them sit on the counter for a few minutes to get near room temperature while I prepared the veggies and the rest of dinner. My wife came in and gave me an appraising eye. “You know, it’s really not all that obvious what you’re wearing, except for this...” She reached over and gave me a little wedgie by pulling the pack of my diaper up. “Have to be careful about having your plastic pants poking up when others are around!” She paused. “As you know, I’ve been working on this for a while, so I have some things for you.” She gave me a big smile. “And MOST of them are to make your life in diapers easier, because that’s the nice kind of wife I am.” “So, ‘most’ of them make my life easier?” I said. “What about the others? And if you were so nice maybe I wouldn’t be here in diapers to begin with!” “Silly, it’s not my fault you’re in diapers. You made a bet.” She kissed me. “And diapers are just the way you chose to handle it.” She kissed me again and left the room, leaving me to finish the peas I was quickly steaming. When she returned, she was carrying what looked like a shirt. “Arms up! This is a stickup!” she said jokingly. When I turned around and raised my arms with a smile, not knowing quite what to expect, she quickly pulled my t-shirt over the top of my head. “So a little fooling around before dinner, then?” I asked a little hopefully, giving her a big hug and sticking my bare arms up her shirt as if I was about to strip her shirt as well. She giggled in ticklishness a little, and shrugged away. “No, not right now. I don’t want mushy peas, so do this quick. Put this on.” She pulled the new shirt over my head, and I realized it was actually a snap crotch onesie. Pulling my sweatpants to my knees, she reached through my crotch and pulled the back flap to the front and did the snaps up. As I watched her, I could see that the diaper was already a little wet. When had that happened? “Now get back to dinner.” I turned back to the stove. She continued, “You have several of those, now. They’re in your shirt drawer. When you need to be discreet, you can wear one. For instance, now, so that all the neighbors can’t see your diapers sticking up above your pants like a two year old as you go outside to grill.” I pulled the peas off, and put them in the strainer. They were done perfectly. “Isn’t this a little babyish?” “No, this is just functional. They make these for adults to use too, you know. And it says right on the sales page that it also keeps hands out of diapers that shouldn’t be there.” I blushed. She had obviously caught me. [To be continued, of course]

“Has anyone given you a placement test yet?” Nerissa asked as she led the girl past the receiving desk. "Oh, um... no. I didn't know there was one?" Shannon said. She felt horribly dwarfed around the woman, especially with her this close. Shannon had been on earth until a few days ago, and she wasn’t sure if she still was on earth. Everything around her looked and seemed the same in terms of scenery, technology, language and human beings… BUT there was a glaring amount of cultural differences, mostly centered around people who were tall, the Amazons, and people who were not, like her - the littles. Shannon was 5 foot 6 inches tall a few days ago, and since coming ‘here’ she’d either shrunk or found out that her height was far down the low scale as whatever height she was now, Nerissa was 4 feet taller than her. There were lots of Amazons around, and more so then there were people her height. "No worries hun, just a mix up then. Come along with me and we'll get this all straightened out." It was Shannon’s first visit to the ‘wanderer home’. It was something she’d heard of that helped lost people who didn’t seem to be from this world. One scary thing she’d found since arriving was that the other’s her size seemed to blur the lines between children and adults. Leading the smaller girl into one of the back rooms of the group home, Nerissa indicated where some of the guest rooms were, as well as the bathroom and the kitchen, and finally, the classroom. There was a certain amount of acclimation that new arrivals to this world would need to do. The only problem was that the classroom was not encouraging. There were colorful desks arranged in lines, posters with educational values on the wall… and oddly, at the front of the class was a plastic child's potty, and to its side, a wooden stand with bottle. Shannon looked a bit confused, but otherwise remained silent--wanting to make a good impression. She’s spent the night before sleeping on a park bench. She didn’t want to mess this up. "...So um, do I just take a seat at one of the desks?" Nerissa shook her head no, having the girl stand at the front for a moment. She leaned against one of the desks and crossed her arms. "We came up with this test back when the wanderer home got popular. It’s a home for visitors, and not residents. Does that make sense?” “Um.. I guess, you mean it’s a place for those who aren’t native?” “Exactly, and I’m not sure if you’ve seen the boys and girls who look about your height, but there’s a lot of them who have a problem growing up.” Shannon gulped and nodded. She’d seen one or two at the park. They looked like big toddlers with their much taller parents treating them as such. “I’ve seen them, and I’m not like that.” Nerissa nodded. “Good, but that’s what the test will determine. In the past we’ve had a few runaways try to stay here and pretend they were from somewhere else. This test will help determine one very important factor.” “What’s that?” “Are you a big girl?" “Umm… do you mean like, physically or maturity? Because I’m not really as tall as you .. er.. obviously, but I’m an adult. I mean, I’m nearly 23, which is adult for where I’m from.” Nerissa nodded at the girl. “Allow me to rephrase, I forget to explain things to new girls at times. Are you a big girl, as in, are you potty trained?” That made Shannon blink. "Y-Yeah! I have been for years?" Shannon said, looking a little confused at what was a silly question to even bother asking. It made her think about the young adults she’d seen dressed strangely in the park. Were they potty trained? She got a little more nervous as being at the front of the room was... even though it was empty, it was stressful. Nerissa just grinned. Littles were so wonderfully naïve. "Good, now if you would be so kind, follow me over here, we're going to have a retention test to determine your maturity," Nerissa said motioning toward the wooden stand. Shannon nods. "...um, retention test...?" regardless, the girl followed, looking the stand over. It’d been in the room the whole time, but she just didn’t really know what it was for. "Mhmm... this stand right here is a piece of medical equipment. It's designed too... clean... things. In a moment we're going to hook it up to you and it’s going to feel like you need to go to the bathroom. The test of a big girl is going to be showing me that you can hold it. Can you wait 10 whole minutes without having an accident? It should be very easy for any BIG girl." "...um..." That one took her a few seconds to decide on. "...Yeah, sounds easy!" She didn't sound so sure, now, but she did want to prove that she wasn’t a big girl. "Good, let’s get the test started then," she said, going to the stand and starting to prep it a little bit. She took the bottle off the top, filling it with a solution from a sink in the corner. "I'll need you to pull down your panties, and please lift up the back of your skirt a little." Shannon hesitated for a few seconds. "W..why?” she asked. “Because this is how you prove you’re a big girl. Do I have to help you do it?” the woman said a little impatiently. “No, I can do it." She said a bit nervously. It felt kind of like a parent was talking to her as she slid the panties around her ankles, setting her skirt up a little. She looked around the classroom. It was empty and the wanderer home was mostly quiet. Still it was embarrassing to be in a classroom like this with her butt on display. "This is going to feel a little odd hun, just relax and it we'll start the test shortly," Nerissa said as she replaced the bottle on top of the stand and took out a long hose connecting to it. At the end of the hose was a bulb. “Do you know what an enema is?” Shannon gulped. She had a general idea. She knew you took water up…inside… you. “Is this the only way? I mean, is there some other test?” “You’ll be fine hun. This is a common medical procedure.” Nerissa just put a calming hand on Shannon's shoulder before starting to tease the tip of the hose in between her cheeks to poke at her pucker. Shannon tensed up her shoulders. Instinctively, at first, her body seemed to reject the intruder, tensing up to try to disallow it. "It’s… uncomfortable... w--wouldn't it be easier to just wait until I need to go...?" Nerissa shook her head. "I couldn't be sure you were telling the truth in that case. This way, I know for sure you'll need to go potty and we can properly assess you, " she said pressing a little more firmly until the bulb started to press in. "There, it’s in hun. Now as I said, this will feel a little weird. I've got a full bottle. And it’s just warm water. Relax and we'll be ready for the test in under two minutes," she said as she slowly opened the valve, and a rush of warm water went down the hose. Shannon tensed up as the water rushed in. The feeling was unlike anything she’d ever felt. While the amazon had told her it was a medical procedure, and she’d heard it was before coming her, this was the last thing she’d thought she’d be doing today, and if it wasn’t for lack of place to stay, she would never have allowed this. "How much more...?" she asked with a groan. Shannon was starting to feel very full. Nerissa tapped the bottle as it emptied the last of the way out. "That.... should just about do it," she said. She put her hand back on the girl's shoulder and started to gently remove the hose. "Now the test begins as soon as you have your panties back up and you take a seat on that plastic potty. Ten minutes, and if you're panties are still completely clean we pronounce you a big girl and you get to stay upstairs on the top floor." Shannon nodded, rushing to get her panties up--stopping halfway down, however, hugging at her belly. She went a bit slower, trying not to strain herself, hobbling over to the potty. Taking her seat, her eyes shot to the clock. Determined as she was, part of her KNEW she couldn't make all ten minutes. She’d never felt such an intense need to go before. Nerissa pulled a pocket watch out and started the timer with a click. "All right, 10 minutes hun. Show me you're a big girl," she said as she took a seat on one of the smaller sized desks. After a minute or two, Shannon reached down and latched her hands on the potty, tensing up. She let out a small, distressed whine. "H--how many people pass this?" Nerissa smiled and artfully redirected the question. "All BIG GIRLS have passed it," she said honestly. "Only babies fail it." Shannon nodded, trying to use the sentence as motivation, but it didn’t take long though. After another minute, and not long before the halfway mark, Shannon let something slip--just a tiny bit of water. It dripped noisily into the potty. Nerissa stopped looking at her watch when she heard it. "Hun... did you just do what I think you did?" she asked, a slight smile curling at the side of her mouth. "Speak up, tell me what just happened?" “I…” Trying with everything she could, the dripping only got louder as more leaked out. “I’m trying… I just…” All of a sudden it was everything at once. At first it was just water, soaking through her panties and going into the potty, but then it was much more then water as everything in her piled up in her panties. Shannon sat with one of her arms curled around her stomach, and another around her mouth, stifling a small gasped "Noooooo." “Shannon?” Nerissa persisted, but it was obvious what had just happened. Shannon whimpered out a small "I couldn’t..." squirming on the seat. "Ew, ew, ew..." "You failed,” Nerissa sighed. “And you know what that tells me? Do you know what type of people can't even pass a simple test?" she asked as she walked toward a shelf at the side of the room, getting some wipes. Shannon hung her head. "b--but I haven't had an accident in years! And I’ve never had an enema before!" Nerissa came back with a box of wipes, taking the little by the shoulder and having her put her hands out on the ground in front of her, positioning her at a crouch over the potty. Her ruined pantied bottom pointed out. The amazon pulled down the panties and started trying to clean her up with wipes. "Haven't had an accident in years until you took the placement test? Are you saying you intentionally failed then? You wanted to prove to me you’re nothing but a baby?" "N--no, it was an accident! This is a crazy test! You have to believe me!" Shannon said, put off guard by the treatment. She whimpered at being cleaned. "Well... if you swear it was a onetime thing, I'll make a deal with you. Because you had an accident in our classroom, and failed your placement test, I'm going to put you back in diapers. You're certainly not going to be the only little around here in diapers. From now on though, when you have to go to the bathroom, I want you to come find me or any of the other adults here and we'll help you get out of the diaper to go potty... We'll keep that up for a week. That should be enough proof I think... but if I find out you have more accidents. Well, you may find yourself in diapers quite a bit longer." Shannon didn't need diapers, but what argument could she make in a new place. Especially dirty panties around her ankles... "Alright..." Nerissa finished cleaning the little in the somewhat compromising position, leaving the wipes and the ruined panties in the plastic potty on the floor. She took Shannon by the hand and led her toward the changing table at the back of the room. "Consider yourself on probation hun. I know this is a new place, and I know you’re nervous, but don't think you can get away with more than a few accidents before everyone here will know just what you are," she says stopping short of the table. She gave the padded surface a pat. "I--Well, good! That was the last one!" Any attempts of hers to seem confident were complete failures; she was just whining now. She crawled up, laying out on the padding. "...Um! Since I'm just on probation, can it be a thin one?" "Sure hun, just remember, prove to me it was a onetime only accident," Nerissa said, bringing out the thinner diaper. It was a disposable, the same kind you could get at convenience stores. She got a bottle of powder to go with it. Without warning, she took the girl by the ankles like she really wasn't anything more than a baby and pulled her bottom up off the table, sliding the unfolded diaper under her before setting her back down and starting to powder her. Shannon fidgeted a bit, not used to the sensations. "Well, yeah! Just--long 's you don't give me another enema I *know* I'll be okay! I'm not a baby..." "Of course not hun, and this diaper is just to keep you protected in case that test wasn't a fluke," she said as she finished taping it up. She gave the now diapered little a pat on the front of her diaper before helping her off the table. She tried to hold back a giggle, as the girl's skirt didn't seem to come down far enough to hide what she was wearing. This was how all littles needed to be really. Diapered toddlers. "Remember, tell an adult when you need to go potty. Okay?" "Why can't I just take it off myself?" Shannon whined, taking her first few steps in the diaper. Each one had an awkward waddle to it as her legs were pushed apart. "I need a dress or something to cover this, too..." she continued to march around the room, trying to get used to the rustly plastic. It never quite worked though--every step was as infantile as the last. "You need an adult so that they can make sure that your diaper's clean. I'm sorry to say that after failing that test you need to earn our trust," she said, covering her mouth with her hand to hide the bemused expression on her face as she watched the girl toddle about the room. She had no doubt, with a little help from a special teacher like herself, she'd get this girl to need diapers for a rather long time. "...Alright! No problem! That's just a few seconds extra--and I'm not a baby so I can wait it!" She was clearly determined to prove herself. Shannon was about the most plucky wanderer that Nerissa had ever seen. Usually girls screamed their heads off. Stopping after a waddled lap around the room, Shannon poked at her diaper. "...this is a *thin* one...? What are the thick ones like?" "Hopefully you'll never need to find out. Those are for heavy night time bedwetters and littles who are such babies that there's really no hope in potty training them," she said. Shannon gulped. --------- "Hi hun, do you need to potty?" Shannon jumped, spinning around. "Um--yeah, I was planning on heading back to the home in a bit! But since you're here, um, yeah I need to go!" Nerissa lifted up the back of Shannon's skirt, checking her just like a toddler. "Let me check your pants hun, and then we'll head to the potty." "But..." Shannon rolled her eyes. She was bone dry. But this sort of thing had happened a few times since she started staying at the home. Heck, it was just about standard for the world at large and people her size. The Amazon smiled and gave Shannon's crinkle bottom a pat. "C'mon then, let’s get the big girl to the potty," she said taking Shannon's hand and leading her back toward town, waddling and stumbling a little at the taller womans longer gate. It was almost too easy as Nerissa took a particular path back toward town, making sure to bring the two of them just past an area of construction. It was almost Halloween and a local haunted house liked to set up every year in a storefront. They’d barely rounded the corner before an Amazon in a monster suit made a silly ‘RAWR’ jumping at the two of them. Nine feet of monster when you’re just over five is terrifying. The little stumbled back and fell on her padded bottom, promptly soaking her diaper. After the initial shock, and hearing Nerissa chastise the costumed monster, Shannon tugged her skirt down, her heart pounding. “Its not Halloween yet! You shouldn’t be doing that!” the Amazon teased the performer. She got a flyer in response before looking back in surprise at Shannon. “Oh, you okay hun?” she asked bending down and offering a hand to help her up. She nodded. Shannon just had to make it back and rush to the bathroom... and Narissa would never even know. Standing up, she put on the most confident face she could muster with a soaked diaper around her waist. “Well we’re almost back, come on hun,” Narissa said turning back around and already able to see the yellow tinge under the girl's skirt. She didn't say anything, instead offering her hand. "You're safe, it was just a guy in a costume, c'mon the home's not far now," she said leading Shannon back by the hand once more. As she got on the same street, there were a few giggles from the other Amazons as they spied a little in diapers. Given her ‘adult’ clothing it was still obvious she was ‘new’ to the area. Shannon was bright red long before they got back to home. At some of the giggles she realized what the problem could be and when the Amazon was turned, she hastilly tried to tug up the diaper, and push her skirt down. Anything to avoid detection for the few seconds she might need! Nerissa led Shannon into home and went back toward the classroom, stopping before the pink plastic potty. "All right hun, do you need some help getting the diaper off?" she asked, looking quite ready to lean down and help the little get seated to do her business. Like this was some second test or something. Shannon shook her head, pushing the skirt down a little. "Why are we here? Why can’t I just go to the regular bathroom? It’s not that big of a deal. " She was obviously hiding something. "...u--um, would it be okay if you left for a moment? I don't know if I can do it with you watching..." "Hun... are you trying to hide something?" Narissa asked at the very obvious way the girl was pulling down her skirt. "I know you’re a big girl and of course you wouldn't have any accidents, but you do seem to be acting a little strange." Shannon shook her head. "You already checked me once! Nuh uh!" Nerissa leaned down and swept Shannon's hands away, pulling up the front of her skirt almost to her chest, and leaving the girl looking rather foolish as she stood there in an obvious soaked diaper. Nerissa let out a 'tsk' and shook her head, obviously looking very disappointed in Shannon. "Why did you have to tell a fib Shannon?" "W-well--I dunno! It was--I had it up until that stupid monster at the end! And--I'm not a baby, I don't wanna go back to diapers!" She let out a small whine, stomping one foot down. Reaching down, Nerissa gave the front of Shannon's diapers a few pats, making sure she could feel that she was indeed in a diaper, and that it was wet. "Aww hun, so you were scared? That's all it was? I believe you, besides, you said you've never had an accident... aside from just now and earlier at your test," she said, ticking the two incidents off on her fingers. She undid the tapes on the girl's diaper and removed it, leaving her wet lower half exposed as she gently put a hand on the girl's shoulder and had her sit down on the child's potty. "Go ahead and see if you still need to go, we'll get you back securely into a diaper after." Shannon nodded, trying to go... but she had nothing. "...this--um, this won't count against me, right? Since it was just a fear-thing... which hasn't happened in years either by the way!" "We'll use a three strikes rule to make it fair... does that work? I know you said it'd never happen, and sometimes we do just get scared, but there's only so much I can believe... so that's strike one hun. If I find or hear about you wetting two more diapers... then I'm going to extend this whole thing another week. That's another week of diapers. ... If I find out you've messed in a diaper... that's going to be three strikes automatically. " Shannon bowed her head, then nodded. "Well--I definitely won't mess! Or wet! Promise..." Nerissa nodded and helped the girl up, shaking her head but not commenting on the empty training potty. She led the girl toward the back of the classroom once more, helping her up on the changing table. She got out another thin diaper and lifted the little by her ankles once more, getting a wipe and cleaning her thoroughly like the toddler she'd been acting like. She put the diaper under her next, getting out powder and liberally applying it before taping it up once more. "There, dry again," she smiled, grinning at the little who now smelled a bit like a baby. Shannon nodded, hopping off the table with a smile. At least she was out of that wet diaper... for good, she was SURE of it. She wouldn't embarrass herself again--either in front of this nice caretaker, or in front of the city full of people. "...Um do you have any drinks? All the walking made me a bit thirsty..." "You a fan of milk? I have some in my room in the back. I got it fresh this morning," she said motioning toward the office door in the corner of the room. "Yeah, I love milk!" Shannon followed, bouncing and crinkling with every step. "Um, thank you! ...sorry about all this... accident stuff..." "No trouble at all hun, that's what the class is for. And as you said, not going to happen again right? So there's nothing to worry about," she said leading the way to her office which had a small desk and two chairs. Behind her desk she had a mini-fridge where she pulled out a metal pitcher filled nearly to the brim with a rather thick milk. "Fresh, and cool," she said, reaching to a drawer on her desk and pulling out a double handled sippy cup. She poured the cool milk into it and capped it back up. "Sorry, I’m not sharing my own mug," she said pushing the cup toward Shannon. Shannon looked at the cup for a moment, frowning. There was something about this world. Childish things didn’t seem THAT bad… and hearing someone that much bigger then you tell you something, you were just inclined to listen. Shannon snatched up the cup quickly, rushing out a small "Thank you" before drinking the stuff. "...Wow, this is really good!" she giggled. It didn’t taste like any milk she’d had before. "Glad you liked it," she grinned. --------- "...So, um, what are the uh guests on the top floor like?" Shannon asked with a yawn. "Intelligent and energetic girls, most of them are littles like you," Nerissa said, smiling. The tall amazon was in the midst of the common room, a diaper bag on her shoulder, helping a few other littles who had less than perfect potty training. Shannon had been spending more and more time at the home, but as she spent time on the ground floor, she’d been curious about the upper floor and some of the girls she’d been told were there. People who had passed the test she’d failed. She’d never actually met one herself. It was already a few days since her arrival and some of the strange things in the home were starting to seem pretty casual. She’d only had one more strike since making the deal with Nerissa. It’d happened after lunch a lunch of milk and sandwiches the other day. It took her by surprise, but other than a warning of not to let it happen again, Shannon had just been changed and sent on her way. It was comforting to know she wasn’t the only little with potty problems. When Nerissa had finished attending the other little, she came over to get Shannon, scooping her up. Shannon, being tired, was content resting her head against Nerissa's arm. She even dozed off, ever-so-briefly, breathing out a light high pitched sigh for a second before snapping back to the waking world. Shannon had been given her own guest room on the ground floor and recognizing someone was in need of bedtime, Nerissa had brought her to her room. She set Shannon down just before her bed, making sure she was awake enough to know she was home. The little yawned again, but then her stomach growled angrily at her. "I missed dinner," she said sheepishly. Shannon was still allowed to wander around close to the home and she didn’t have her own money so she depended on the home for most things. Nerissa smiled and nodded. She came around to the other side of the bed and sat down, laying her back against the pillows and motioned for Shannon to come sit next to her as she reached into the diaper bag for something. Sitting next to her, and squirming over to look inside the bag, a natural curiosity overtook Shannon. Nerissa pulled out a baby bottle, one that was more sized for an Amazon baby, and was rather large for someone the size of a Little. It was filled with a heavy milk, the same actually she'd had at lunch the other day and in the sippy cup before that. She smiled and held it up, motioning warmly for Shannon to rest against her, "It'll help you relax hun, you seem stressed." "...Um... do I have to drink out of the bottle...? I'm trying to *not* be a baby! I mean, I know it'd help... but..." Nerissa tried to do her best to seem warm and comforting and like there was nothing odd about this at all. The world tended to help these girls act more appropriately to what they really were and it was hard for Shannon to object. Nerissa kindly put her hand on Shannon's shoulder, pulling her in so that the diapered Little was resting with her head on the amazon’s chest, and she softly, but firmly pressed the nipple between her lips, silencing her protests. "Just relax hun, you've had a very trying week." Shannon whimpered, but as she was in the position and her tummy was grumbling she nodded slowly, sucking on the nipple. After the first drop, there was no way the Little was going to move an inch. The milk was so delicious, so thick, and... a little sleep inducing. But of course, she made sure to finish the bottle, filling herself up with the creamy goodness. When she finally did finish, she turned her head slightly, resting against the Amazon's chest. "Thank you..." she murmured, nearly asleep from the milk. Nerissa smiled as the girl turned her head, being sure to give her back a few firm pats. She had a very full tummy of milk, and Nerissa already knew exactly what that'd do to her. She kept patting her back leaning in to whisper, "It’s okay hun, get some sleep, I'll be back in the morning to check on you," she said. Shannon nodded, letting out a small burp before dozing off in the woman's arms. After all of the adventure of winding up in this new world, all of the stress, and the belly full of milk, she’d sleep through just about anything. Nerissa slowly eased Shannon off of her. She tried her best to make the sleeping girl comfortable, propping her on pillows, pulling the covers up. She also couldn't help taking the girl's hand, and gently bringing the thumb up to push in her mouth. Nerissa smiled, Shannon was quickly moving along with the program. She grinned to herself, taking the bag, and leaving the room quietly. By morning, Shannon was still sleeping like a baby in complete bliss. She was still sucking on her thumb and hadn't moved an inch since last night. Nerissa was there first thing in the morning to let herself in. She had the same bag from the night before on her shoulder, but it was a bit fuller with a few different things this time. She smiled seeing the girl still sleeping and sucking her thumb, she came around to the side of the bed, easing the blankets off of her and discreetly checking her diaper, trying her best not to wake her. Shannon slept through the check--it seemed like it would take a lot to wake her from this state. The diaper was, of course, soaked. Her thin diaper had barely managed to take it all and she’d leaked a little on the bed. Smirking, the Amazon just started prepping things. The milk had apparently worked its magic, the little not even waking as she wet herself like in an infant in her sleep. Nerissa took a seat on the bed next to Shannon, not bothering to change her yet and leaving the blanket off of her. "Shannon, wake up hun," she said giving the girl a good shake on her shoulder. Shannon slowed to waking, turning up to look at Nerissa. "Mmmorning..." she murmured. She first noticed her thumb, still in her mouth, and instantly retracted it, blushing. "Um, I don't usually suck my--" She fidgeted in her embarrassment, causing her to feel something quite foreign. Another fidget confirmed her fear. "I--" she couldn't come up with any excuse, like she always had before. Either to convince Nerissa, or herself... So she simply started to tear up. "Strike three hun," she said softly. “Remember what I said?” She gave the soaked diaper a pat, as if confirming what the girl could feel. She reached into the bag on her shoulder and took out a pacifier, unceremoniously pressing it into the girl's mouth. "It's okay, I'm not mad... I kind of suspected from the beginning," she said, taking out powder, wipes, and one of the very thick disposables from the bag. The disposable had very childish prints on the front and unlike the thin diapers with two tapes that looked more medical. These were baby diapers, one tape on each side, thick able to keep a baby dry. Shannon shook her head, murmuring a quiet "MmMm! MmMm!" from behind the pacifier, a very childish "no, no". But... how could she argue it? She was *sitting* in a wet diaper. And she wanted to get out of it, even if it meant getting into the childish diaper. Shannon laid out, turning her head to the side, whimpering a little. Nerissa stood up and began her task of changing Shannon. She got out a changing mat and placed it on the bed, pulling Shannon by the ankles and resting it under her. She untapped the wet diaper and began wiping her. The amazon took and unfolded the thick disposable, sliding it under the girl. She took out baby oil and rash cream first, starting to work it into the girl's privates. The time it took to clean her up made Shannon feel... well, babyish. She didn’t think she could have changed herself for one, and for two, it made her feel kind of gross, knowing that Nerissa had wipe pee off of her. Nerissa followed up the rash cream with a healthy dossage of baby powder, this time not just centering it to her diaper area, but on her tummy and thighs as well. This Little was going to smell like a baby. She taped the diaper snuggly in place, it was thick enough that it forced Shannon's legs slightly apart. "There, dry and clean," she said offering a hand to help the sobbing girl sit up. Nerissa put the used diaper in the trash and came back to the bed to sit down opposite Shannon, holding her arms out for a hug. "It's okay hun, it’s not a big deal," she repeated sweetly. Shannon hugged her, trying to believe her... for her own sake, really. What she had been so sure of before, now seemed like an insurmountable obstacle looming on the horizon. Nerissa giggled with the girl and reached over, taking the pacifier and trying to keep her distracted as she reached into the bag and pulled out another full baby bottle. She was gentle, but still firm and insistent as she pressed it into Shannon's mouth, moving her from hugging to resting against her chest again. She smiled, somewhat smugly now. Shannon snuggled tightly against Nerissa, drinking the bottle hungrily. She noticed that rather than get tired of the bottles, she was liking each one more and more and more. Her thoughts eased off of the wet night she had made minutes before, instead easing to a relatively new, infantile bliss. Nerissa watched Shannon settle into a steady drinking rhythm. She smiled, patting the little on her diapered bottom. "Its okay hun," she said in a steady, relaxing voice. "Just relax, we both know what you are, you're just a baby, and that's perfectly okay. After you finish your breakfast bottle, we'll get you dressed and bring you to the nursery of the home. Shannon shook her head when Nerissa mentioned that she was a baby, but wound up relaxing back down, and nodded through the rest of the conversation. Nerissa smiled as the bottle emptied, and once again, she holds Shannon close to start patting her back. As soon as she'd recovered from the wooziness of having a full bottle, she'd get the girl dressed in something rather juvenile and help her toddle off to the nursery section of home. --------- It was another day or two later before Nerissa decided to come check on her pet project. Shannon had been coming along rather nicely, the cute little accepting that diapers were something she may need to wear for a while. She grinned just thinking about the small 20-something girl waddling around in them. Shannon was in the nursery part of the home most of the time now. She was playing alone when Nerissa arrived, and as she set her eyes on Nerissa, rather her typical reaction, she jumped up, scowling angrily. "Nerissa!" Nerissa smiled warmly. "Hi hun, you settling in well here?" Shannon nodded on instinct. "Well--yes--but-- I was talking to some of the other kids today, and *none* of them passed the test! I don't think it’s possible!" She couldn’t really hold up the ruse forever, might as well give a grain of truth on it. "I remember when you asked hun. You asked me and I specifically said 'only big girls pass the test,' which is true. And all the girls you asked... were they diapered like you?" "Well, yeah, but... how many big girls *are* there? Because someone said there aren't any, only mommies and caretakers!" Nerissa shook her head, laughing good naturedly. She reached into the bag on her shoulder and pulled out a pacifier. "Just who haaaaave you been listening too?" she asked as she pressed the pacifier between the Little's lips. "I bet you’re just cranky because you need a change," she said with another warm smile, bringing her hand to lift the girl's juvenile dress and check her thick diaper. Nerissa was spot on--though it certainly wasn't as bad as she expected. Just damp, not even squishy to the touch. Shannon shook her head a few times, blushing, but didn't remove the pacifier to continue arguing, instead sucking on it and shooting the Amazon a glare. Nerissa gave her diaper a few pats. "Seems all right hun, I think you can stand to wait for a change," she smiled. "Come on, I bet I know what will calm you down," she added, nodding toward a rocking chair in the corner of the nursery. Shannon let out a small whine, bringing her hand up to the pacifier. "...’tay, but... take me to see the potty-trained kids soon! I mean it!" Nerissa just nodded absently, not really planing to do any such thing. She took a seat in the rocking chair, lifting up Shannon to sit on her lap. She cuddled her close, holding her head to her chest and bouncing her a little on her legs. Then reaching down, she pulled up another full baby bottle of milk from her bag. "Now just relax hun, I know how much you like your milk." Shannon nodded, but eyed the bottle with noticeable suspicion. For a second, it even looked like she would reject it... but with the milk being as addictive as it was, she caved, opening her mouth wide. Nerissa smiled as she pressed the nipple into Shannon's mouth, tilting her back to let her drink it all up. She rocked the chair and hummed softly, grinning as she gave the girl's diaper a bit of a pat. Shannon squirmed, disliking any focus on the diaper, or its slightly wet state. She may have accepted it, but she didn't embrace or enjoy it. Her mind shifted off everything else though, focusing on how *wonderful* the milk tasted... Nerissa let the girl drink it, she had a plan today, and she'd need the girl in her semi-haze after the full bottle of milk to put it into action. Shannon drank the bottle, almost mindlessly, gulping the entire thing down as quickly as she could. She didn't seem to notice, but Nerissa felt the diaper grow warmer and soggier. It often seemed to happen when the girl was drinking her milk now. Nerissa grinned as Shannon was almost finished with the bottle. She looked around and was happy to see that the Nursery was mostly clear now, and so with the cute Little so focused on nursing, she decided to help her come around to the idea of liking diapers a bit more. She began to rub at the front of the soggy diaper, gently, and tracing her hand around to the back, giving a few soft pats. Shannon let go of the nipple briefly, letting out a small whine. "N--nerissa, what are you--nnh..." she hastily finished the bottle, sucking harder whenever the Amazon rubbed her. Nerissa alternated rubbing the front and giving soft pats to the back. She was counting on the general sleepiness of a full tummy of milk that Shannon wouldn't wholly understand what was going on. She just coo'd softly. "It's okay hun, relax, you like your diapers, they feel good don't they?" she asked with another soggy rub. Shannon moaned softly. She wanted to say no, she hated diapers, but it was starting to feel really good. "...y--yeah... " she set her hands down, on Nerissa's legs, and started to softly squeeze. The Little was breathing out horny little sighs and gasps on every single breath. It felt so wonderful... the squishy padding pressing against her, the soft patting at her bottom... the way the diaper swaddled and cushioned everything... she squeezed tighter with her hands, focusing everything she had on how wonderful her diapers were. Nerissa kept at it, leaning down to whisper in an ear. "That's right, diapers can feel really nice when you relax..." she said with a particularly firm pat to her bottom. "Its okay when you’re tired and when you've got a nice full tummy to just be a baby and enjoy your diapers," she said. Part of Shannon wanted to whine and complain about being called a baby--but that part was shoved back, and her focus forced back on how right Nerissa was. It was always easy to listen to Nerissa and what she told her. She gave a small nod, whining on her next breath. Nerissa grinned and whispered just a little more. "It’s okay baby," she repeated, almost like a mantra. "It’s okay to feel good in your diapers. It’s almost nap time for you... go ahead and let go, let everything go in your diaper," she said with another soggy rub to the front, and pat on her bottom. "Show me you need your diapers," she said in the softest whisper. For a brief second, Shannon shook her head, trying to shrug off the attempted suggestion. But by the time Nerissa reached "Let everything go", Shannon felt something in herself, forcing out. She hadn't realized how far she'd gotten into all of this... part of her tried to resist, to hold it in. But like so much else, she was powerless to do so. As Nerissa finished "show me you need your diapers", Shannon's back arched, and she obeyed Nerissa's order. And she, however slightly or subconsciously, accepted Nerissa's suggestion, melting into a pleasure that she /knew/ could only have been caused by her wonderful diapers. Nerissa smirked as she felt the Little start to shiver and whimper, cumming cutely and adding to the wetness there. And as the Little arched her back, she felt the suggestion take hold, if only for her semi-concious state, and could feel the girl shudder as she gave in to do something really babyish, messing her diaper. Nerissa started to hum the lullaby again, nuzzling the Little as she continued to shake and convulse a bit. "Such a good baby," she said, watching her use her diaper as instructed. She knew this wasn't the end, but this little was coming along nicely. Shannon settled back, shell-shocked from the whole experience. It felt unreal, dreamlike... and part of her wanted to fall asleep right here. "...Did I just poo poo...?" she murmured, confused. She may have been back in diapers, but a full-fledged messy accident? That was the worst she’d had yet. Nerissa was all coo's and tenderness. "Aww it’s okay hun, that’s why you’re in diapers. We'll get you cleaned up and then ready for a nap in no time." Nerissa didn't seem to act like anything was wrong. Where Shannon's previous accidents, she'd tried to console the Little, this time, Nerissa just gave Shannon's diaper a few good pats, and as she got up, carried Shannon on her hip. "Come on hun, we'll get you changed out of that poopy diaper and put you down for a nap. You’re usually pretty sleepy after your bottle, huh?" she asked. Shannon nodded, squirming slightly as the woman carried her. "...yeah..." she sighed, in a daze from what had just happened. "...I didn't feel it coming at all... I usually do, kinda... I just can't make it..." Nerissa nodded smiling as she took Shannon toward the changing table in the nursery. "I know, it’s tough to know when you need to go hun, that's why you're in diapers. Accidents happen," she said, going about the process she had quite a few times before with Shannon, changing and cleaning the Little before putting another thick diaper on. She took out a pacifier and put it to Shannon's lips. Shannon nodded, seeming to accept that fact for the moment. She certainly didn't have the energy to fight it, if she did want to, so she sucked away at the pacifier, nearly dozing off right on the changing table. Nerissa changed Shannon into a fresh diaper and seeing how she was falling asleep, she quietly and gently changed her into a one piece footed sleeper as well. The bottom was bulging noticeably with her diapers and it just made her all the cuter. Instead of her usual bed, Nerissa carried her to a crib in the next room. Pacifier in mouth, adorably clothed, she looked like a baby. It was another solid hour before Nerissa came in checking on the cute little. With gentle hands, she scooped up the baby, bringing her back to the changing table and removing her sleeper. She slipped on the juvenile clothes she'd been wearing earlier, and left the pacifier in. Shannon had managed to wet a bit more in her sleep, but she wasn't soaked, so Nerissa didn't change her. Then, almost as good as earlier, Nerissa, put the sleeping Shannon back in the playroom, leaving her propped against some stuffed animals. When she woke... it'd be a bit different then earlier. Had earlier even happened? Nerissa left quietly, being sure to just let the girl discover what she will on her own. Part of having these wanderers in the home was playing a little with their heads. Usually they were already susceptible to things they normally wouldn’t be… the world it made it so. But it was especially effective if you left them believe they’d dreamed up an incident where-in they enjoyed diapers. Shannon eased out of her sleep, looking around the room in confusion. Her initial reaction was that her experience with Nerissa was undoubtedly real--just like anyone who has a dream. But after a moment, she immediately recognized that the pieces didn't quite fit. She was in the same outfit, and in a totally different spot, for starters. Two, she was as clean as could be. She kind of remembered being changed... and she couldn’t believe she would have messed, but… maybe she had? Pressing a hand to her diaper, she was just as wet as before that whole thing... she sat up, sucking idly on the pacifier. What an odd afternoon. --------- As the days went on, things were mostly normal for Shannon... or really as normal as they had become. She was diapered full time, she made friends with the other Little's of the home, even if most of them were in diapers themselves and no one seemed to question or bat an eye that she was too. The rest of town kind of ignored them, usually only giggling when they saw them around. As small as they were though, things did change. Shannon hardly noticed them. One day, while back in the park, once again searching for the place that had brought her into this world, her thumb found its way to her mouth. She didn't even realize it was there, and at the same time, she began to wet her diaper, not knowing she was doing it. Nightly she'd wake up in the morning needing a change as well. There were a few successes mixed in, she found some of the other adults and told them she needed to go poo poo, phrasing it as a child would and was successful in doing that, one time even with Nerissa, who smiled, and praised her, and gave her a nice bottle of milk as a reward. ... but the successes stopped the next morning after that. Right at the breakfast table with everyone else around, Shannon felt an odd sensation in her rear, and before she knew what had happened, she was messing her diaper. Shannon froze mid-bite, moving a hand behind herself to pat at the diaper in disbelief. In the mornings she often just came to breakfast in a t-shirt and diaper and although no one seemed to mind her accidents, and she had started to care less and less each time. But this… doing it without warning, right at the breakfast table? She hadn’t even felt the need, just suddenly there was a warm mass pushing out of her. She slid out of her chair, rushing towards Nerissa's spot. "Um--Nerissa!" she whined, waddling and whining as it squished around. "Nerissa I made poo poo again!" Nerissa smirked, as some of the others at the table giggled. "Turn around hun," she said, in a somewhat admonishing tone. She proceeded to lift up the back of Shannon's night shirt, in front of everyone having breakfast, and pulled the back of her diaper out to check her like a toddler. "You sure did hun..." she said, letting the top gently snap back into place. "It’s okay hun, babies can't help it," she said with a warm smile, the word baby kind of rolling around Shannon's head. "Go back and finish your breakfast, we'll get you changed after." Shannon bowed her head, looking around the table. It was humiliating as could be... but the others were *just* as bad as she was! Most of the time, at least... sticking her tongue out at the other girls giggling at her and she toddled back over to her seat. Sitting down in her chair with a little squish. She continued to eat, her face completely red the rest of the meal. --------- Shannon was wearing a baby pink t-shirt underneath a sunflower yellow pair of shortalls today. It was a lot less embarrassing than the usual onesie she sometimes had on in the nursery. It didn’t even bother her that she never selected her own clothing any more, even if she did have some clear favorites and least favorites in her new wardrobe. "Hey there hun, I had a fun idea for today, you want to go to playground on the north side of the city?" Nerissa asked with a big smile. She was casually kneeling down next to Shannon, reaching a hand to unsnap some of the poppers along the arch of shortalls, to check her diaper. "Um, sure! That actually sounds like a lot of fun!" Her diaper was just a tiny bit damp, and she barely noticed the check, having grown used to them. Nerissa helped Shannon up, redoing the snaps to her overalls. "Well then I'll go pack a bag and we'll be all set, why don't you go find your shoes hun? Those overalls and that adorable shirt should be perfect for a day outdoors." Shannon nodded, poking around for her shoes. Her old tennis-shoes had gone missing one day, and they’d been casually replaced with pink, childish sneakers. Once she found those, she slipped them on and bounced over to the door, bobbing in place as she waited for Nerissa. Nerissa came back with a cloth diaper bag on her shoulder. It was a light pink with baby bunnies on it. The tall Amazon happily took Shannon by the hand and led her toward the front of the home where she'd left a stroller set up. Shannon blushed a little. A stroller? She could walk just fine! Still, she knew that it was probably a long walk... and the diaper made her waddle really badly... and she knew that Nerissa usually knew better than her. Without so much as a word, Nerissa lifted the Little up under the arms and placed her in the seat. It made the Amazon smile, not even an argument. She leaned down to pull a strap snugly up through Shannon's legs, connecting it to one around Shannon's waist, securing her in the baby stroller. She put the diaper bag on the tray under it, and gave Shannon a tickle on the nose. "All right hun, lets head to the park," she said, winking. She couldn't help but smile at how cute Shannon looked. Pink t-shirt, yellow overalls thickly bulging at the waist, obviously diapered. She was the perfect little baby girl, and she’d be ready for adoption soon. As they went, Shannon first started to look at people around her--watching them all go about their day, moving back and forth... it was mesmerizing. But after a few stifled giggles as they saw her, she focused off into the horizon, thinking about whatever came to mind--how good the milk she was fed was, how much fun the park would be... It took a good 10 minutes to walk across town, but it was a nice day out and the journey was pleasant. As nice as it was, Shannon still arrived as red as a beat. Still, it didn't matter, she told herself. She got to have fun at the playground, after all, and the gigglers didn't. And as Nerissa kept reminding the Little, what was wrong with being a baby? Shannon might not have fully believed it, but it was a useful thing to tell herself whenever she heard little snickers and giggles. Nerissa pulled the stroller up to the playground, pausing to unbuckle the strap and help Shannon out of the stroller. She placed the Little in the woodchip area of the slide and swingset, giving her puffy bottom a pat. "I'll be right over there on the bench hun, you have fun with the other kids," she said, leaving the Little who wasn't much bigger then about half a dozen Amazon babies and toddlers. Shannon blushed, bowing her head a little. It was a bit embarrassing to know that everyone else here was perhaps two dozen years younger. Still, she charged in, intent of having that not matter--after all, a slide was a slide, no matter who rode it! Nerissa watched with a warm smile as Shannon played. At first a little shy, and perhaps a bit timid as the other kids weren't entirely sure what to make of her. One Amazon baby girl was overly curious and gave the back of Shannon’s overalls a tug. It shocked Shannon enough that she felt her diaper suddenly warm as she wet it uncontrollably. But things settled down, and not long after, Shannon was having fun, riding down the slide, playing games, and generally toddling around with the other babies. It wasn't till about thirty minutes later, when Shannon was hardly aware of the passage of time that Nerissa got up to fetch her. Shannon could never get really used to a wet diaper. She wildly flipped between having not a single clue or care in the world, to awkwardly standing off to the side, her mind inseparable from the soaked padding. Most of the time, though, she was playing and having fun just like any of the actual babies. When Nerissa finally came to collect her, she didn't want to go. "We're right in the middle of a game of tag, though! Can I *pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase* keep playing?" Nerissa came over, and in front of the other kids, and a few giggling parents, unsnapped some of the poppers on Shannon's overalls, checking her diaper. "Aww hun, you're soaked, you can play tag again in a moment, but first it’s time for a little baby girl to get her diapie changed," she said, taking Shannon by the hand and leading her waddling away from the playground a second. She didn't go far, just back to the stroller to collect her bag and then taking a changing mat out of it. She started to set up the bench as a makeshift changing table. "Up you go," she said lifting Shannon up under the arms. Shannon kicked her legs slightly, blushing and looking at the other kids. Many were two or three, but some were older, and undiapered. Getting teased by people her actual age was one thing, but getting teased by people far younger with seemingly more maturity was another. But once again, Nerissa was right... she was absolutely soaked, so she needed a change. Maybe that's why she was having problems catching people in tag? Nerissa undid the rest of the snaps on Shannon's overalls, pulling them back up to her waist and revealing the wet diaper to the playground. Most of the parents and kids didn't bat an eye, a diaper change was nothing new here. But it was the first very public change for Shannon. Nerissa smiled good naturedly, getting out wipes, powder and some diaper cream as she undid the tapes to Shannon's diapers and pulled it away, lifting her up by the ankles to wipe her down like a baby. It was nice that no one minded... still, Shannon couldn't tear her eyes from the group, watching for anyone who might be staring. She still cooperated of course, helping Nerissa by lifting her legs up. "Um, thank you!" she said courteously, turning her attention back to the group again. Nerissa placed another thick and clean diaper down on the bench and lowered Shannon to it, she took out diaper cream and rubbed it in, before taking the powder and applying it liberally. Shortly after she brought the front up and taped it snugly on. She gave the little’s diaper front a rub. "There we go, all dry," she said, helping stand her up and redoing the snaps to her overalls. She sent the little away with a scoot and pat to her crinkling rump. "Go on and play a bit more hun, it’s a nice day." Shannon nodded, dashing off to the group. When the game of tag finished, she went to the slide, giggling with excitement as her rump slid down the slide over and over. She went down another four times, Shannon obviously enjoying herself and sinking into the reality that playing carefree with the toddlers could be pretty fun. She had lost track of time again until Nerissa came and lifted her up from behind. "All right hun, all that play had to have made you hungry by now," she said, smiling and tapping Shannon's nose. She carried the baby girl back over to the bench, before sitting down, reaching into her diaper bag, she taking out another full bottle. She helped Shannon sit back, craddling her to feed her a bottle. Some of the kids, most of whom younger giggled, as apparently Shannon was really just a 'little baby' even younger than them, as she was being fed like this. Shannon blushed a little, but in the moment, certainly couldn't find herself caring. After all, the milk tasted absolutely amazing and the others didn't have any. It was sweet, made her feel warm and soft inside... it was wonderful, even with the giggles in the background. Nerissa hummed softly, feeding Shannon. She let her nurse, and drain the somewhat large bottle, filling up her tummy with the liquid. After a full 7 or 8 minutes, the bottle was empty, and Nerissa helped Shannon up to her shoulder, giving her firm and gentle pats to her back, causing a few errant bubbles in her tummy to travel up and make the Little burp with a little line of milk hanging out the corner of her mouth. Nerissa cleaned it up gently with a wet cloth and brought the baby girl back to the playground, smiling and letting her play again once more. Although with a tummy full of milk, she was a bit more slow this time, getting a little more tired with the afternoon. Rather than the more active activities, the girl wandered over to the more relaxed ones, like the large tic-tac-toe board that was set up. Being so obviously an adult, she figured she would beat all the kids who tried--but of course, perhaps because of the milk fogging her mind, she wound up losing most of the matches. Pouting, she decided to head back to the slide for one or two quick goes. Shannon went down the slide twice grinning. She was getting tired, but she still wanted to do it again. She stuck her thumb in her mouth, climbing up a little slower and one handed to ride down once more. She giggled around her thumb, although all the milk her belly was sitting a little heavy now. She toddled away from the slide, walking a little slow as felt her bottom suddenly push out a big warm mess into the back of her diaper. She stopped and stood still a moment, sucking her thumb. She wouldn't be able to say why she just stood there, sucking... it could have been a babyish mindset, it might have been shock and awe, or a bit of the two. She stood there for about ten seconds after, just sort of staring, letting the feeling sink in, before spinning around and looking around at the other children. "Nerissssssssaaaaaa!" she whined, a new instinct from the home. It brought a lot of attention to her as she looked around for the Amazon. Nerissa had watched the whole thing, smiling as she’d seen Shanon slow, and then babyishly fill her pants. Nerissa had been tracking Shannon's progress, and even without the bottles, she lately seemed to be at that point where she legitimately needed diapers now. She waved and walked over to the suddenly panicked girl. "Aww hun, everything all right?" she said coming over and gently cupping a the side of her face in her hand. "Someone getting a little tired?" she asked as the girl looked so cute sucking her thumb. Shannon pressed couldn’t help but nudge the hand and try to lean against the taller woman. Looking for affection with tears forming in her eyes. "I--I made a poo poo..." she whined. Nerissa bent down and gave Shannon a hug, discreetly reaching a hand around to pat the girl's bottom, helping reassure her, and let her know that indeed, she'd had a messy accident, but it was okay. "Aww hun, it’s all right. C'mon, let’s get you back home for a nap. I only brought one diaper to the park." she said taking Shannon's hand and starting to walk the sobbing baby girl to the stroller. Nerissa had purposefully not brought a second diaper, planning on this with the milk. Shannon had learned to accept diapers, and she needed to learn to accept using them, and sometimes being stuck in them. Nerissa's consoling helped dramatically. Shannon winced as they walked, the mess mushing up against her. It was even worse when she was sat down in the stroller... but all that consoling was helping to dry the tears. Nerissa brought the strap up between Shannon's legs and around her waist once more, causing the girl to whimper a little as she was suddenly pressed into and held firmly to the mess in her diaper. It wasn't a completely bad feeling, kind of warm, mushy. Nerissa was quick to recognize the look on Shannon's face and reached into her bag pulling out Shannon's favorite stuffed animal and a pacifier. She slid the thumb from Shannon's mouth and pressed the pacifier in, kissing Shannon's cheek as she handed her the stuffed animal. "Just relax hun, it'll be a short ride back," she promised. And the milk was making her tired... although it would be a little bumpy. Shannon nodded, staying quiet and sucking on the pacifier. She did her best to relax, which was good... it let her feel the warm mushiness against her in a different way. The little bounces might have caused her to wince once or twice, but they wound up helping her come around to acceptance. Just 8 minutes into the 10 minute walk and nearly back, Shannon nodded completely off to sleep, being at peace enough with the load in the seat of her diaper to ignore it and rest. Nerissa smiled. This was a good step. The goal was total incontinence and acceptance of being a baby. A few more outings and gentle encouragements to get Shannon used to the feeling of wet and messy diapers, and she was sure the little girl would stop asking for immediate changes. Once back at the home, she unbuckled the sleepy baby and carried her toward the nap room, going for the changing table first. No need giving her a rash. The girl blinked and stirred a little as she was being changed. Nerissa spent a few moments wiping Shannon thoroughly to clean her bottom, before lowering her down onto another thick diaper. She grinned. "No worries hun, just giving you a diapie change before you go sleepy sleepy," she said, starting to apply diaper cream and powder to her. Shannon barely heard it, back to sleep shortly after. Nerissa taped up the thick diaper, helping Shannon up and removing her overalls. She left the girl in just the pink shirt she'd been wearing underneath and her diaper. She was placed and left to sleep peacefully in her crib. --------- Shannon had slept well. Her sleep had felt really good, and she had some memories of yesterday, but they were like dim lights in a fog. The milk had helped her dreams, crafting them to gentle childlike dreams of wonder and simple joy. Shannon didn't even stir an inch as she wet her diaper thoroughly in the night. This had become normal, and even as she woke up and sat with a slight squish, it only jostled her a tiny bit. Nerissa heard Shannon and was quick to let herself into the nursery, scooping up the Little and hugging her close, patting her back. "Morning sweetie," she said reaching into the crib and looking for her pacifier, easing it into the girl's mouth. "You just need a change huh?" she asked, pretending like this was completely normal, that the Little infant in her arms was just that, an infant who needed coddling. Nerissa set Shannon on the changing table and the Little went through an all too familiar diaper change. It'd been two, almost three weeks since she'd last even had a chance to use the potty. She was in thick diapers full time. She sucked her pacifier, while Nerissa lovingly cleaned her up. Her sleeper was removed, and she was given a cartoonish baby t-shirt, since it was warmer out, before being brought downstairs to breakfast… where for the first time she didn't sit at the table with the others, but instead was placed securely in a high chair. Shannon squirmed in place, looking down at the others. "mm--" she lifted a hand up to remove the pacifier. "How come I'm in the high chair?!" she whined, squirming in place in her crinkling diaper. "I can feed myself just fine!" Nerissa smiled, she liked head games early in the morning. "Oh you can? All right hun, I just thought the high chair would be a nice change of pace, if you can feed yourself," she said getting out a simple bowl of oatmeal and a small spoon that had a deceptive weight to it, and putting them both in front of her. "Finish it all up, and you'll get a nice bottle of your favorite milk," she smiled. Shannon snatched up the spoon, immediately fumbling with it a little. But after a few practice swings, she was sure she had it, so she went to snag some, only to drop the spoon entirely in the oatmeal. Nerissa sighed a bit dramatically, and reached in to reclaim the spoon, letting the need to do so go unspoken. She cleaned it off with a paper towel and then she got a pink cloth bib and wasted no time tying it around Shannon's neck. She pulled up a chair, took the bowl, and the spoon, and held out a scoop of warm oatmeal, smiling. "Come on hun." Shannon shook her head. "I just fumbled a little!" but still, she opened her mouth. She was hungry... and the idea of more milk was a wonderfully enchanting idea. It was a little awkward at first, but Shannon took a bite, and then another, and then another. There was a drip here, and a soft dab of a paper towel to Shannon's cheek to clean it away... and as the other residents came in and out for breakfast, it was apparent that Shannon was a baby this morning. Baby shirt, thick diaper, being fed in a high chair. Shannon gave a little whine, but otherwise, tried to move her attention back to the oatmeal. Not the best of foods to really focus on the taste, but still, better than the others since she got all of Nerissa’s personal attention. Having started with breakfast that day, both lunch and dinner had Shannon seated in a high chair with a bib around her neck. After another bottle of formula, which she had no power to resist, it was back to bed. Days started to go on like this, and while Shannon got more comfortable with the routine, there was still something nagging at the back of her mind, like something was wrong, like she'd forgotten something important. It was a day or two later, dressed in another pair of adorable overalls with a onesie underneath, doing nothing to hide her obvious diaper bulge, that Shannon was seated in her stroller. Nerissa was taking her back to the park. Baby Shannon had been well behaved and she needed a bit of excitement. Nerissa also seemed to be excited about something too. Oddly, the park wasn’t as empty as usual. In one corner of the park, there was a picnic going on… and oddest of all, it was a picnic of littles. Littles who were professional, and adult, at least as they appeared. There were five of them, and almost all watched Shannon curiously as she was helped out of her stroller when she arrived. The Littles were noticeably more aware that Shannon wasn't a baby then the Amazonian woman. It didn’t seem to meet Shannon’s attention though. To her, she almost entirely believed herself to be a baby after the weeks and weeks she’d been living such a life. There was something wrong somewhere in her mind, and that something bugged her when she saw the other group her size, but the rest of her and the want to have fun carried her towards the slide, which she rode down, giggling all the way. With a pacifier in her mouth, the cute babygirl waddled her way up the play structure and rode the slide another two times. The picnic group had all but stopped now, 5 girls watching her a bit stunned. They were acutely aware that Shannon was way too old to be in diapers, even if her size didn't seem to make the Amazonian parents in the park look twice. Two of the littles whispered something and looked over at Nerissa, who offered a polite wave, which had all the girls quickly look away. Another parent took a seat with Nerissa after a while, talking about motherhood and her own adorable Amazonian baby which size-wise wasn’t much smaller then Shannon. It was at this point that one of the Little's quietly made her way over to Shannon. The girl was a red-head with a neat little pony tail and a cute summer dress on. Maybe in her late 20’s. As Shannon went down the slide, she was waiting at the bottom. "Hi, what's your name?" she asked. Without breaking her stride, Shannon popped the pacifier out of her mouth. "Hi, I'm Shannon! Who're you?" she bobbed up and down in place at the bottom of the slide, brimming with infantile energy, crinkling with each little movement. The girl tilted her head. "Jacquline... erm, Jackie. Are you... ... you're not really a toddler right? I mean, we're Little, we can tell, even if the others," and she indicated the parents around the playground, including the Amazon chatting with Nerissa. "even if they can't." Shannon tensed her fingers up, unsure what to say. She had to think about what she even meant by "not really a toddler", at first. She sat there, umming and ahhhing for a second, looking at Jackie and then Nerissa. "...um, well--I... don't know?" she eventually settled on, looking confused and just a little bit embarrassed. "Are you wearing a diaper?" the Little asked, since it was fairly obvious under Shannon’s overalls. Little's could be blunt and very forward. Two of the other Little's from the picnic group had gotten up and were talking to each other just out of the playground area. "I, um... yeah." Shannon knew there was absolutely NO denying that one. "...and um... that makes me a baby, I guess!" she added, following Nerissa's usual line of thinking. Nerissa got up, along with the other parent who went to get her own child. Nerissa scooped up Shannon eliciting a meep of surprise as she was picked up just like a toddler. Jackie watched wide eyed, calling "You're not a baby!" in a quiet voice after Shannon. Even as she heard it, Nerissa had something new in store. She'd been working on readying the baby slowly, and sitting down on the bench with Shannon, she started to unbutton her top. Shannon squirmed. It was... weird hearing that from Jackie. She was a bit upset, and couldn't quite pin down why. She didn't want to call Jackie wrong, since Shannon's physical age was the same as hers... but people *could* be babies even if they were old, right? It was just so weird. Shannon looked up at Nerissa, staring as her top was unbuttoned and a maternity bra came into view. "...Are you... going to breastfeed me...?" she asked realizing the obvious. Shannon's paci hung on a ribbon attached to her overalls. Nerissa smiled and nodded at her. Nerissa was not fabulously endowed, just a modest C, but the nipple was already wet as she undid the clasp on the bra, the milk smelt very similar to what Shannon usually drank. "It’s okay hun, I know you must have a rumbly tummy, you can drink your fill baby girl," she coo'd. The wide eyes of the five Little's were watching Shannon intently now. There was a slight revulsion from Shannon, but then that smell, that milk she was soo used too, so … addicted too. Shannon nodded, casting a look over to the Littles. It was difficult to push herself towards doing it, but Nerissa was right, her tummy was all rumbly and that needed fixing. She curled up towards the nipple, latching on and starting to nurse hungrily. Nerissa cuddled Shannon to her, patting her head one hand, and patting her thickly diapered and crinkly bottom with the other as she cradled her. She was acting like an infant now, shamelessly nursing like a baby and drinking breastmilk. Some of the mothers in the park watched approvingly, but to them, Nerissa just looked like she was feeding a baby, to the Littles, they couldn't believe what they were seeing. "Did you make a friend hun?" Nerissa asked of Shannon, smiling and stroking her head as she nursed. Shannon didn't move her mouth off of the nipple, but she gave a small, mildly discontented grunt between little sucks. Nerissa nodded. "That's nice hun, we'll have to see about setting up a playdate with her some time. I know you have lots of friends at the home, but it’s always nice to have new friends," she grinned. She gave Shannon's bottom a few more crinkly pats, and almost by way of answer, Shannon started wetting her diaper, the padding swelling a little. "Aww such a good baby girl," Nerissa coo'd softly in her ear. Shannon blushed, hoping that the others wouldn't notice. She did take a small bit of pride in it, now... at least when Nerissa praised her. The praise felt good. And having a playmate would be a lot of fun! She finally moved herself off of the nipple, sighing as she finished drinking. Nerissa just moved the baby to the other teat. Baby girls could drink a lot and over feeding wouldn’t do much more then ensure a full diaper and a nap for Shannon. When she was finally finished being nursed, Nerissa adjusted Shannon to her shoulder, patting her back firmly. Shannon felt a little funny for a second, but then she gave out a little burp, with a tiny bit of spit up trailing down her chin. At the same time as her belch, her tummy cramped a little and helplessly her body pushed out a mess into her diaper. Positioned as she was on Nerissa’s shoulder, the seat of her overalls suddenly drooped and the Little's watching were able to see just how much of a baby she was, filling her diaper. Nerissa finished patting her back and gave her bottom a few pats, causing the mess to squish. "Such a good good baby," she repeated the praise. Shannon would have felt humiliated in front of the other Littles, but the praise helped offset that. She curled her hands around Nerissa, giving her a big squeeze. She didn't even think any more about how sudden her mess was, or how icky it felt--it was a warm sort of surprise to her now, and wasn't really a bad thing. Just a part of being her. Nerissa redid her top, and got up with Shannon, going over to her stroller and gently putting her in her seat before buckling her in. She made sure the buckles were snug, pressing her into her full diaper. Nerissa was still working on making her comfortable with having had an accident. She spoke softly to Shannon, "We'll chat with your friend before we leave," she grinned. "Do you think she'd like to come play with you at home? I bet you could show her how fun it could be." "I um... I dunno! She doesn't seem like a baby... but I'd love more friends!" Shannon giggled, unaware of what she was signing the girl up for. Nerissa nodded, wheeling the stroller toward the group of Littles which were now looking intently like they were busy picnicking. Nerissa stopped just behind the red headed one, tapping Shannon on the shoulder. "What was her name hun? Can you ask her to come here?" Shannon nodded, looking over to the group of Littles. "Jaaaaackie!" she called, bouncing in the chair (and her mess). She was excited for a new playmate! The red headed Little stood up a bit stiffly and came over, immediately looking shy before the taller Amazon and the girl in the stroller. She could smell that Shannon had a messy diaper, and her cheerfullness and the way she ignored what she’d done was a little unsettling to her. "Hi Shannon," she said with a slight wave. Nerissa smiled and leaned down to Shannon, "Go on hun, why don't you invite her to visit?" Shannon grinned. "Hey, can you join us at my house some time? It'd be a lot of fun to play with you!" Jackie's demeanor changed a little as she looked back to her friends, who seem to be focused on their activity. She thought a moment, and looking up, with a slight bit of resolve, she nodded. "Y-yes. I'll come visit some time, I think I have something I’d like to talk you to you about Shannon," she said. "We can spend some time being... big girls," she said with a slight glance at Nerissa and lowering her voice to say the last part. It was the only thing she could think of in terms of fixing whatever was wrong with Shannon. Shannon tilted her head, looking confused. "Well... you can be! But I don't think I am..." she squirmed a little in the seat, making a small meep at the feeling of her diaper. "But yeah, come visit, please!" The other girl scurried back to her friends and Nerissa put the paci back in Shannon's mouth, pushing her in the stroller back home for a diaper change and an afternoon nap. “I really do hope she visits,” the Amazon smirked. --------- It was just after Shannon had been fed a full dinner of baby food in what had become her personal high chair, that Nerissa had decided to give her another lesson. Quietly taking the babygirl to her office by the classroom, she took a seat in the rocking chair with her. She started to rub at the front of Shannon's diaper, rocking them both in the chair gently. Shannon had grown slightly used to having her diaper, and chest rubbed on occasion. Even if it was still a bit weird, she quickly settled into the chair, sighing out a pleased and aroused little breath. Nerissa continued to rub at the front of her diaper, waiting till she got a slight moan with the loud crinkling. "Feels nice doesn't it hun?" Shannon nodded, letting out a few soft whines. "Y--yeah... it's really really nice feeling... it's ama--ah! oooh..." she leaned her head in, resting it against Nerissa’s chest. Nerissa traced a finger around Shannon’s ears, continuing to rub her diaper, smirking as the baby’s hips were moving in time with her hands. "That's a good baby girl... such a good baby girl," she said, sweetly whispering. "You want to do something for your caretaker baby?" Shannon nodded, beaming. The praise made her really happy. She softly grinded against the woman's hand, her hands softly kneading Nerissa's lap. "Use your diaper, do everything in it that you can, feel how good it is to let go in your diaper," she encouraged. It was something they’d done before, but she had a more specific intent for it today. Shannon squirmed, pushing herself against the woman's hands. "... I dunno if I can though... I don't really feel it anymore, so I don't know if I need to..." she let out a few grunts, trying her hardest. At first, it seemed she definitely didn't need to--but then, all at once, her diaper start to fill. "O-oh gosh!" she whined, the diaper taking on a new feeling as she was rubbed.” Nerissa grinned, easing her hand from Shannon's ear to move the girl slightly, starting to bounce her on a knee and focus both hands now on the front of her diaper. "Such a good girl, filling up your diaper, but there's still something more you can do," she said caressing the front of Shannon's diaper. The conditioning was going well, Shannon was addicted to the milk, nearly incontinent, and on the verge of a sexual connection between her diapers, and best of all, accepting that she was a baby. Shannon bounced, grinding against Nerissa's hands and genuinely enjoying the feel of her diaper. It wasn’t long before she was starting to dissolve into a body shaking orgasm. Just as she was peaking, Nerissa leaned forward and whispered in Shannon’s ear, right at her most susceptible moment. “From now on you are forever unpotty trained…” she whispered, “You will be in diapers the rest of your life… and I will always be your mommy.” The words invaded Shannon’s mind just as she was shattered and racked by orgasm, whimpering and shuddering as she came in her full diaper. Even if she didn’t fully understand it, her body processed it. She’d never feel the need to go again, and she’d found her mommy. It was over, she was officially a baby again. The poor baby was panting and spent after that. She was more than ready for an early bed time... after a diaper change and short pre-bed feeding straight from the teat of course. She was already asleep before she finished nursing. Not long after she’d been dressed in a new thick diaper under a purple onesie, and laid down in her crib. --------- Nerissa was relaxing on a couch in the large playroom at the home. She was dressed in a casual spring dress, her feet in flip flops and her hair falling lazily about her shoulders as she read from a book. Shannon was on the floor nearby, playing. Today Shannon was dressed in a short blue denim dress, and a pink t-shirt under it. Her bottom was covered in a frilly diaper cover and it caught the back of her dress, holding it up slightly to show her padded backside. Shannon seemed to flip back and forth, alternating between hyperactivity and calmness. Half of the time, she would contently color, nearly silent, while the other half of the time she'd be bolting from one activity to another, giggling and laughing to herself. Right now, she was hyper, waddling across the room to grab various toys, which she was busily building into a large fort in one of the corners of the room. At a knock from the door, Nerissa looked up. She put her book down and looked over to Shannon, just to make sure the babygirl was okay, before going to the door and finding that a Little was waiting outside. It was the girl that Shannon had briefly met at the park. "Oh hello there hun, have you come to play with Shannon?" she asked. The red head nodded shyly, looking around Nerissa to Shannon. "It's Jackie... uh, Ma'am," she said, before being invited in. She barely even acknowledged Nerissa and went right to Shannon. "Psst... we need to talk." "Um, okay! What do you wanna talk about?" Shannon asked innocently, paying only half attention. She was busy building a stack of baby blocks as a sort of flag for her fort. Jackie was wearing a simple short dress and a pair of loose shorts under it. She couldn't help staring at Shannon though. The way the other Little was dressed as a toddler, hair in a pony tail, pink shirt, obvious thick diaper under her denim dress... and not only that, but the red head knew that the other Little used her diapers. "You're... not really a baby," she whispered, watching as the amazon walked across the room to take a seat on the couch, getting her book. She tried to speak so she wouldn't be heard. Shannon shook her head, confused. "I don't understand..." she thought about it a little, stopping her construction. "...Mommy says I’m a baby." It was so firmly in the Little's mind, now. After a few seconds, she found her thumb slipping into her mouth, on reflex as she tried to think hard. After all, her hands weren't being used, so why not? Jackie shook her head, "Just because you look like a baby, doesn't make you one," she said putting a hand out to touch the front of the girl's diaper. Jackie was doing it mainly to confirm that the other girl was indeed wearing it, but what she didn't know was how thorough Nerissa's training had been recently. Which included helping Shannon to really like and enjoy her diapers. The slight bit of pressure on the front of her diaper made her tingle. Shannon half shut her eyes, whimpering ever so slightly around her thumb. It was hard to pin down exactly what it was, with the thumb in the way. Curiously, though, the girl held totally still as the Little held her diaper, not jumping away or even flinching at all. It seemed she was quite used to having her diaper touched! Jackie looked a little surprised as Shannon seemed to straighten, and she tugged her hand away as suddenly the diaper began to warm. The baby was peeing, but by the look on her face, she had no idea. Jackie gasped, perhaps she was in over her head, perhaps Shannon was already a baby and there was no saving her. After a few seconds, Shannon opened her eyes. "...Jackie? What's wong?" she asked after a few seconds, still sucking her thumb. Nerissa noticed the odd occurrence out of the corner of her eye, and put her book down, getting up to go over to the two Littles. "Uh oh... I think someone has a wet diapy," she said coming up from behind to tickle at Shannon's sides. Jackie took a step back from Nerissa, watching the exchange nervously as if it was something dangerous. The babygirl's dress was raised and it was confirmed that she was indeed wet. "Why don't you go get a new diaper and some wipes from the corner Shannon, I'll grab the changing mat from my bag," she said, fully intending to change her right here on the floor. Jackie was dead silent watching them both. Shannon dashed away, waddling noticeably as she snagged a few diapers and the box of wipes from the baby bag in the corner of the play room. She jumped down, laying out right next to her fort as Nerissa got the mat. She was laying down in front of Jackie and she looked up, blankly, hardly realizing that her and Jackie were having a conversation before. Nerissa lifted Shannon's dress up, smiling and giggling. "Why'd you bring so many diapers hun?" she asked, "You bring extra for Jackie?" she teased. The other Little gasped at the thought. “I’m only teasing,” Nerissa laughed at her good naturedly, letting her know she wasn't being serious (for now). Jackie had an instinct to leave, something was not right, but at the same time, something magnetic compelled her to stay. She knew what happened to some littles, and if there was any chance of saving Shannon, it'd be important to save her. She simply turned aside, letting the diaper change finish. Shannon was very used to it by now, thinking nothing as her legs were lifted by the ankles, she was thoroughly wiped, diaper rash cream applied, and finally followed by a healthy dusting of powder before being taped into a thick fresh diaper. "Can I get you something to drink Jackie? It's just about time for Shannon's bottle," Nerissa said, taking the wet diaper balled up, and throwing it away. Jackie nodded dumbly, not sure what else to say, and Nerissa returned a moment later with a sippy cup and baby bottle. Both filled with the same thing. Jackie was handed the cup and she looked at it with a frown as Shannon was given her bottle. Shannon happily stuck the nipple in place of her thumb, drinking hungrily. After a few seconds, Shannon lowered the bottle, looking at Jackie. "Drink! It's really really yummy." Shannon sat up, drinking away at the bottle, shuffling around a bit to get comfortable. Jackie watched Nerissa sit on the couch once more and looked at the sippy cup. "What's in it?" she asked, curiously. She wasn't about to degrade herself by drinking from the cup and managed to pry the top off. Nerissa noticed this, but didn't say anything. The red head gave the drink a worried sniff. "Milk!" Shannon giggled, getting about halfway through the bottle. She stretched out, feeling a little bit sleepy now. Still, she seemed determined to finish that fort--she stood back up, bottle in one hand, a toy in the other, trying to complete her build. Jackie stared at her drink a moment. It did smell like milk, but something was a bit off. She looked over at Nerissa again, worriedly, but there was something about the milk that smelt really really good. She tipped it up to her lips, taking a taste, and her eyes widened as she took a little more of a sip, which turned into a gulp, and soon she'd finished off her cup. "That.. was pretty good," she said nodding. She watched Shannon building her fort for a minute or two, trying to decide how best to handle the situation... oddly, she was starting to feel tired too as she saw the other girl yawning. Nerissa checked her watch, it'd be nap time for two Little's shortly. As they worked, Shannon finished her bottle too. She kept working, but she slowed to a literal crawl, and began to yawn every so often. She looked back at Jackie, nodding. "Yeah! It's pretty good, I love my milkies..." Not having been used to drinking nearly as much as Shannon, the redhead was not used to its effects, and even as Shannon was crawling around, yawning around her thumb, Jackie had managed to nod off, her back against the wall. Shannon noticed this after she finally completed the fortress. She crawled over to Nerissa, giving her pant leg a small tug. "I think we need naps mommy..." she yawned, resting herself against Nerissa's leg. Nerissa closed her book, smiling at the two adorable girls. She scooped up Shannon first, "I think you're right hun, let’s get your stuffed animal and your pacifier, and we'll put you down for a nap in your crib," she smiled, bumping noses with Shannon lovingly. She carried the Little on her hip for a moment. bringing her back to the nursery and doing what she said, getting her pacifier and teddy bear before easing her down into her crib. "I'll be right back, I'm going to go get Jackie and set up a nap mat in here, I don't think she'd like the crib," she said teasingly. Nerissa went back out into the playroom, scooping up the younger girl. She was out cold, the milk having hit her hard for the first time. Nerissa couldn't help a grin, she knew this girl would be consigned to diapers and being a baby soon. She brought her back into the nursery, setting up a mat on the floor and laying the girl with a blankie atop it. Shannon grinned sleepily as she watched, squeezing the teddy bear. It was nice to have a playmate, even if she was a little bit unfun sometimes with her ‘not a baby’ talk. Hopefully she'd stop insisting Shannon was a big girl. Shannon laid down, letting her eyes drift shut. The girls slept easily. A milk induced sleep was one free of stress. Shannon slept deeply and with wonderful dreams, hugging her teddy, occassionally sucking on her paci in her sleep. She rested so soundly, that the milk's effect didn't even wake her. Her bottom pushed out a warm mess into the back of her diaper just like a baby. And not far away from her, napping fitfully on the mat, Jackie wasn’t far behind. Her body processed the milk and her bladder released in her sleep, causing the ‘adult’ girl to soak her panties, dress and naptime blanket. At the girls woke up, it would be nothing out of the ordinary for Shannon. For Jackie though, she awake with a start, letting out a startled shriek as she realized what had happened to herself. The red head started to cry, not trying to be too loud and bring Nerissa. Shannon sat up in her crib, looking at the distressed girl across from her with a big wet spot. At first, it was a little hard to believe--she was such a big girl! But after a few seconds, Shannon tried to reassure her. "Don't worry--it's not that bad! I mean... well... I'll call Mommy and she'll clean you up! Mommy!!" she called out, watching the crying girl. Jackie hopped up, still crying and tripping over the blankets around her ankles for a second. She came over and tried to put her hands on Shannon to shush her and keep her from bringing the Amazon. It didn't help, a moment later Nerissa walked in with her long legs. "Oh, someone up from their nap? Smells like someone has a stinky diaper," she said smiling. Her eyes were quick to see the red headed girl next to the crib, with the wet spot on the back of her dress. Sensing this, Jackie let out an eep, backing away from Shannon. "Oops, looks like there was more than one accident during naptime," Nerissa said. She quietly shut and locked the door behind her, going for Shannon first to change her baby. Shannon lifted her arms up, giggling as she was lifted. She didn't seem to realize that Jackie didn't want Mommy to be called. Why not, after all? Did she want to stay in her wetness? That wasn't that weird for the home she supposed, but if she just said that to Nerissa, she'd understand! Or maybe it was that she was a big girl... or, well, apparently not! "Jackie hun, its okay, sometimes girl's have accidents. I'm not upset," she said in a calming and familiar manner that Shannon could almost recognize. "Let me take care of my baby here and we'll get you sorted. Jackie was too mortified to answer, hands covering her rear and backing herself around the crib so that she was always on the opposite side of Nerissa. Meanwhile the Amazon carried her baby, lovingly laying her down on the changing table and going through a routine diaper change for her. Wipes, rash cream, more powder, and a thick diaper later, Nerissa set the babygirl down on the floor. "Why don't you go get her for me," Nerissa said with a pat to her diapered bottom. "I think she's scared and embarrassed." Shannon nodded, crawling over to Jackie. "Jackie?" she asked, softly prodding the girl’s arm. "Mommy's all ready to clean you up... don't worry, it happens! If you really hate it, you gotta get clean and get it gone!" Jackie was reluctant a moment, looking at Shannon and resisting. "You're not a baby Shannon, you're not... and I didn't have an accident, she did something to me! I've never had an accident before like this," she whimpered. Nerissa could hear her of course, but she remained quiet a moment. Shannon shook her head. "Well--accidents happen! I am a baby, and if I didn’t have my diapers I’d make puddles everywhere!” She giggled. “Mommy’s really nice and she'll get you all squeaky clean." There was something innocent and truthful in Shannon's face, and slowly, unsuredly, Jackie came out, walking bowlegged with an obvious accident spot between her legs. It felt gross, and she did want to get cleaned up. She couldn't look at Nerissa as she was led over. "It's okay hun," the Amazon echoed her baby's statement, very proud of the girl for how she'd handled it. "I'll have you all cleaned up and right as rain. I bet you’re worried that I'm going to put you in a diaper huh? Well, I can, if that's what you want?" to which the red head quickly shook her head no, and Nerissa laughed, "I didn't think so. I don't have any clean panties in your size, I do have pull-ups though." The girl whimpered at that, but defeated as she was, there wasn’t much she could do. Nerissa helped her get cleaned up, having her stand as she carefully took some wipes and a small baggy to wad up the wet panties and short and put them in. The little didn’t let go of the baby’s hand the hold time. Shannon squeezed her hand back, smiling all the while. She was really glad to be of assistance! "See?" she sighed, softly resting herself against the changing table. "Mommy's really nice and stuff! She's only here to help." Freshly cleaned, with pull-ups under a short dress that was designed to be worn with shorts, Jackie was quick to excuse herself. Nerissa reassured her that if accidents do happen once more, and that it was okay, and if she needed help with future accidents that she knew where the home was. She also invited her back for lunch whenever she wanted it... The red head was quick to make any excuse she could and escape the place as soon as the nursery door was unlocked. Nerissa and Shannon watched her go. "I think she's a shy girl who needs some friends Shannon," Nerissa said, scooping up her baby girl, carrying her on a hip as she watched the little practically sprint down the front walk, her pull-up easily visible under her dress. Shannon nodded. "I wanna find her some time again! Maybe we could stop by the playground soon and see if she's ever there again?" Shannon rested herself against the amazon's chest, softly tugging at the bottom of her shirt. Nerissa grinned and began to unbutton her shirt, hugging Shannon close. "I think she'll be back some time. She looked like she really enjoyed that milk," Nerissa winked. Her bra was next to go, leaving the girl's pert chest bare before Shannon. She removed the babygirl's pacifier and moments later she was breastfeeding again. --------- Heyo, I'm reposting this after getting a few messages about it. I've slowly been working on a pseudo-sequal about Jackie. No date of release to announce, just 'sometime in the future'.

This is my first ever story about anything, really, so please be gentle with me, and my writing. I've fallen in love with the Diaper Dimension universe, and after reading a number of tales, thought I'd have a go at my own little story. Comments and criticism is absolutely welcome. I'm hoping to stay the course - I have a plan of where the story is going. I hope that my readers get shocked, get mad, get cuddled, and hopefully also shed a few tears. So, with out further ado, I give to you, a story about Meredith Henderson, a Little, and a Littles Broker in the Diaper Dimension.... ## Meredith - A Littles Broker in the Diaper Dimension - Prologue "Henderson, Henderson, and Stowe, how may I help you?", the receptionist answered into the phone with a tone of voice that belied the many thousands of times she'd spoken that same phrase before. After listening to the caller's initial request, a slightly more interested voice is emitted, "I can hardly hear you, hold on a sec, ... hold on will you! Slow down! .. yes, yes ...", furiously taking notes, "of course we do, I'll see if Miss Henderson is available". "Meredith!", comes a scream from outside my office. I'm buried in paperwork, and really not interested in talking to anyone right now. My desk is awash with scribbled notes on brightly coloured legal pads, printouts, paper forms, a few scattered law books. There's a desk phone here somewhere too. Forget about finding the computer keyboard, it's totally buried under all the crap. "Meredith!" "What?!", I exasperatedly respond, banging my fist on the table, which causes a ripple effect across the papers and books, eventually bumping the hidden keyboard to awaken the dark PC monitor from its slumber, itself precariously perched on a corner of the desk. "Line 1, sounds urgent", came the reply from outside my door. I look up from my work to view the rest of my surroundings. My office was large by my standards , but felt enclosed to an Amazonian. Suited me fine. It had everything I needed to conduct business. Neat walls, covered in Certificates, a few University degrees, some photos of happy times, a wall clock which emits an annoyingly loud ticking sound, and one large painting. There were a few single chairs in front of the desk for my visitors, a bookcase with lots of books and a few of my favourite nappies (strategically placed so curious Amazons could see), and a large battered sofa in a corner, which was often filled by a hulking great Amazon. I acquired an awesome high backed executive chair my own size, extremely rare in this Dimension, fairly expensive too, but the end result more than made up for the cost. It was in proportion to my physique, so when I had visitors, the fact I was a Little was often ignored. I wasn't a small body hidden within a giant object, which would be like a red rag to a bull for Giants, likely leading to ridicule of the Litte hidden in the chair. Outwardly, I looked like a professional Lawyer/Littles Broker, my formal office attire accentuated my looks, and exuded comfortable wealth, my office added to that effect, and my Uni degrees on the wall stated in no uncertain terms that I knew what I was doing. Amazonians sought my company, my consult, my advice. Also quite a rare phenomenon in this dimension, but because i was trafficking in the goods they wanted, they were quite willing to overlook the fact that I was dealing in my own kind. Our company motto was, after all, "you find them, we hide them" I had standards though. I didn't deal in misery. I wanted to make sure the objects of my work didn't suffer, and were safe from harm. However, even I admitted, once they were out of our sphere of influence, I had no way of helping them if the shit did hit the proverbial. Well, that's not quite correct. I made sure my work product and deliverables were airtight, legally. My reputation, and the Firm's reputation and survival, were underpinned by that fact - Littles found it difficult to extract themselves from the relationship we set up for them with their Amazonian parentage, and the giants loved us because we only traded good, healthy stock. Littles also found a (hopefully) loving family (if we'd done our work properly), one which they could trust. With the right paperwork, everyone parted ways happy and, of course, our HH&S bank account emerged just that wee bit richer. Most jobs only required a deft touch with pen and paper (and maybe a few key presses onto a website or two), and a few rubber stamps, but there were always the odd ones from time to time which required the metaphorical hammer approach, or maybe the actual silent assassin approach. For those odd jobs, Mum and I hired Stowe. He goes only by that name (I don't think he's ever told me his first name, actually, thinking about it now). He always loved his Little Meredith talking tough to him, or practicing her swooning tactics on him, or her attempts at seduction. "Stowe! Are you mind fucking my daughter again?", I d often hear from across the hallway. "No, ma'am!" All Stowe had to do was stand in the door to my office, and I'd be jelly, incapable of returning to my work until he left, or sat down on the couch in my office reading a report. And sometimes, Id never even notice he'd be there, until I'd sense a "presence", look up from my work, and see his giant square chiselled face, deep in thought, or with an outrageously mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "I so wish I was a giant, I'd absolutely do you right now", I'd tell him matter-of-factly. With a massively deep belly laugh, he'd simply wink and walk away, "come get in my belly, little girl", he'd be saying - always drove me crazy. He was a hulking great Amazon man. Rippling muscles, exuding a very manly "don't fuck with me" attitude and look, honed over many years in Special Forces teams. With a long gun strapped across his back, pistol hanging off his right thigh, war paint on his square face, boonie hat and cammies, webbing, and combat boots, him standing with feet shoulder width apart, right hand tantalisingly poised over his pistol as if to quick-draw, his photo on my desk was enough to give me all the warm and fuzzies I needed, for the times I'd be missing him, and needing some security. Curiously, his nameplate on his cammies was just a number. I asked him one day about it, not long after he handed it to me (framed and all). It was his service number (6510029). No one in the SF were outwardly identified by name - security he said. Weird. Studying the photo, I could also see a gentle giant, a true gentleman at heart. His eyes exuded confidence, but also a touch of admiration for those around him, his team, his mates, his family. Mum and I, we were his family. Mum discovered him one day on the street. She was off to an orphanage, and found him fighting a bunch of Amazonian thugs who were dragging a poor Little down the footpath. As mum approached, phone in hand yelling that she'd called the cops, a thug whipped out a knife, stabbed a distracted Stowe multiple times in the arm, turned tail, and ran off with the others. When the cops arrived, they arrested and started to blame Stowe for the Little's injuries, but mum set the record straight, and escorted a bleeding-like-a-stuffed-pig Stowe and the badly beaten Little to hospital for treatment. Stowe, being unemployed and living on the street after being dumped by the SF for being beyond his prime, was eternally grateful to her for saving him, and fixing the hospital bill. She offered him a room at our house, which was where he met me for the first time. She gave him an ultimatum though - get to work, or get out. Mum never tolerated freeloaders, but in him, she could sense something different, something great. He took the opportunity to do something new with his life, studied for an Investigations diploma, got his PI ticket, and learnt a lot of stuff about doing jobs the old-fashioned legal way, and the oh-so-subtle illegal way. We employed him as our Private Investigator, and I loved his company. Protection at law, and at gun, I could do anything with him around. Nobody could fuck with me. Today though, his presence was not felt, not heard, not seen. The couch was empty. I reached out for the phone, punched a flashing light, and spoke into the very old-school handset, tucked between my shoulder and ear. "Meredith Henderson here", I stated. "Hello, can you hear me?", a very quiet voice responded, with a sense of urgency, and a dollop of upper-class, which prompted a raised eyebrow, and slightly raised heartbeat. "I don't have much time. " "Yes I can hear you, so what's up?", impatience welling up inside me. "Do you remember the Stonegate murders?", the voice whispered. I stopped fidgeting, and looked at the photo on my desk. Stonegate was a rather large successful company which manufactured and managed the inter-Dimensional portals. Because they were at all the ports, Stonegate demanded a fee for every traveller using them. One would normally not hear about a company like this, unless one was a frequent flyer across inter-Dimensional space. But about three month ago things changed, and Stonegate Inc was thrust into the news, first page even. The CEO and Chairman of the company, William Stone, was charged with corruption, for attempting to buy off the port authorities after another company tried to push into the interDimensional portal business. The product was quite superior to the Stonegate product, so Mr Stone panicked. Stonegate's share price tanked. Money talks to Amazons, so the port officials in charge of procurement accepted a heaping wad of cash from Stonegate. Unbeknownst to all, some photos of the deal landed on the Federal Attorneys & Prosecutors desk not long after, and Mr Stone was done for. Stone reacted by sending a goon off to a business meeting Stone had arranged with the other company CEO. The goon was to make it all look like a random hit - Stone called the meeting as a peace offering. Stone walked away from that noisy and bloody meeting battered and bruised after being bitch-slapped with a pistol, the other CEO having lost his life, as well as approximately $417 in change. The hit was supposed to be disguised as just a stupid street robbery gone wrong. So much for having a quiet meeting in a cafe. What Stone failed to realise though, a significant shareholder in that company was none other than the Ramon Family, long-suspected of being members of a feared interDimensional mafia syndicate. Don Ramon took offence to having his hand-picked CEO gunned down, so he went after Stone in the most brutal way possible - attacking Stone's family. In one crazed night of horrific violence, Stone was beaten and tortured to within an inch of death in front of his beloved family. He freely admitted in the end to his role in the murder, whereupon Don Ramon selected each of the family members in turn, marched them at gunpoint to stand in front of Stone, who was tied to a chair, breathing heavily, one eye closed from swelling and bruising, matted hair everywhere, and caked in blood and sweat. "Say goodbye to this one, Mr Stone!", Don Ramon would say, before squeezing the trigger, and sending brain matter, blood, and bone fragments all over Stone. "I was there," the voice quietly stated. I could hear almost silent sobbing, and could only imagine the tears flowing. "How? The Stone family were all shot dead", I pointed out. "Not me, I was taken as a hostage". I looked up as my secretary walked in with a piece of paper - "call trace has started" plus some details. I nodded and she disappeared back to the main foyer. "So, who are you?", I queried, slightly confused "I'm Michael Stone, and I was adopted into the family a few years ago." "You're a Little? I didn't know Mr Stone had a Little." "Yes, I am, and I'm now also the heir to the Stone family Estate". I sat up at that bit of news. "I need to be extracted from this situation, so you need to get me out of here!", Michael pleaded with me, with a panicked tone of voice. "Ok, we may be able to extract you, but the price for this kind of job is not cheap" "Aren't you listening to me?" "Yes, you're Michael Stone. Tell me, why are they keeping you alive?" I heard a frustrated groan through my handset. "He's using me to go after the Stone Estate fortune. He wants me to sign over the Estate, by the end of the week..." Which gives us four days to plan and execute the snatch, I thought to myself "... or else I'm toast." "Doesn't give us much time. Risk goes up, price goes up", I openly mused. "I'm at the Ramon Family home, if that's any consolation. " "I don't know where that ...", and was interrupted. An instant message popped up on my computer monitor, "trace completed". "Ok, sit tight, keep hiding, and we'll come get you, likely Friday. We know where you are. " "I won't ask how you know where I am" "Everglades Hills", was my response, after reading the message on my screen. Inwardly, I was scared for Michael, and for Stowe, who'd have to go in and do the snatch. "Yes, that sounds familiar. There's lots of goons around. They keep me locked up in a room upstairs all night, but I've managed to pick the locks on the windows, and can slink around the house undetected." "Umm, what phone are you using?", I enquired, after looking at the trace details in the instant message. The phone number wasn't a Ramon number. "Oh, I stole one of the goons mobiles. The guy's as thick as two bricks, so he'll never find it". After a quick chat about the finances (HH&S were to be quite rightly paid for such a high-risk service), we hung up. "Mum! I've got a hot extract Job for Stowe! Where is he?", I yelled, completely ignoring the option of using instant messenger - I still hadn't spied my keyboard. Next minute, mum walked into my office. She was a typical 50-odd year old Amazonian working mother, constantly on the go doing sales meetings, organising adoptions, attending Littles adoption markets, all the while being a fair and rounded mum to Little me. She was a disciplinarian when I was younger, which I hated, but at the end of the day, I turned out ok for the experience. She was an awesome Amazonian mum to a Little. "What's going on?", she questioned, whilst sitting down into one of the chairs at my desk. I told her the story of Michael Stone, a Little needing extraction from the Mafia. She cringed at that bit of news. So I told her the price Michael and I agreed to. To sweeten the deal, I added expenses paid too. Mum finally relented, and gave me approval to proceed. "Brief Stowe", she commanded, finally, as she stood up and started walking to the door. "I'll start looking for a safe family to hide him in". "Awesome, ok". My excitement was growing - I was about to unleash the silent assassin. After mum left, I was right back on the phone, contacting Stowe. After a quick chat about the situation, Stowe came bounding through my door about an hour later. "Michael's at Don Ramon's residence in Everglades", I briefed him. Stowe took notes, as I told him all the details we had gleaned to date. I added the GPS coordinates of the phone we tracked, wherin Stowe dug out his tablet PC and looked it up on a map. "Hmm... ". He was lost in thought for a long while, obviously looking at the contours and terrain features of his approach to the residence. Prodding and poking at his tablet screen, flicking around maps and satellite images, He looked at me suddenly, with a dead serious face, "... do you want in?" "What, as spotter? Sure, so long as I don't have to go in there with you", I replied with some trepidation. I was occasionally offered the role of spotter for Stowe, and enjoyed those intimate and dangerous moments with him. To tell the truth, I got a kick out of watching Stowe slot someone at long distance. "Yup, I want you on this cliff here", and pointed out a sweet location on the map for me to set up an overwatch position. "Yeah, I can get there, no worries, but when?" "Tonight" At about 11pm, I was dressed from head to toe in black, a black hoodie, black balaclava, radio headset on, black gloves, black cargo pants, and black combat boots. No gun. Usual white disposable nappy, but a dark cammie-print nappy cover (present from Stowe), to really get in the mood. A svelte lass, dolled up in black, ready to do business. I was also quite dirty, as the ledge I was lying prone on was covered in muddy dirt, pebbles, moss, and dead leaf matter. I'd selected a shelf of rock, under the main ledge, so as not to silhouette my outline against the blackish starry night sky - Stowe was a great teacher in the dark art of stalking. It was a beautiful night, lots of light with which to work to. Although I had a pair of night-vision binoculars up to my eyes, intensely scanning the scene below me, I could not see Stowe, could not discern movement, bar some guards wandering around the perimeter of the Ramon compound, which was dimly lit. "I'm counting about 6 guards, four in each corner of the compound, two roaming inside the perimeter. Wait one...", whispering into the mic. "Ok, copy", was the silent response. Stowe was not close enough to the compound, otherwise I would have heard just a click of his mic as an Ok. "Yeah, one guard on the first floor. I also see movement inside the one lit window on the second floor." Click, in return. I moved my binocular vision to the wall facing me, as I noticed movement. It was Stowe. I also didn't fail to notice the guard moving on the other side of the wall. "Danger close, other side of the wall!" Click, in response. About ten second later, Stowe took a peek, and soon after climbed over the wall, and I noticed the guard suddenly but slowly sink down to his knees, hands to his throat. I watched as the guy desperately tried to stem gushing fluid from a slashing knife wound, but ultimately fail, and collapsed completely as his life ebbed away through the grass. Stowe quickly dragged the lifeless body to the shadows of the main house, stashing it behind a bush. Looking around for a way in, Stowe found and slowly climbed up a downpipe to the second storey, and peered into a black window. It was open, unlocked, and that was the last I saw of him, sliding like a cat silently through the orifice. "We're supposed to be reconning the place, Stowe, not actually doing the rescue", I quietly pointed out. "All good, no rest for the wicked", he replied, with an distinctly silent yet well-practiced voice. Complete silence on the radio for about 10 minutes, then a sudden but quiet "we're coming out!" announcement. "Roger, I'm seeing no alarm from any of the guards. They're not missing the one you took". Click. Stowe emerged from a door at ground level, facing out towards the same wall he jumped over earlier. I could see he had what looked to be a sack over his shoulder. Click, click, click. Update time, "Ok, no guards moving along your wall. Guards in the corners are looking out to the main road" Click. I saw Stowe quickly look around out through the door, then make his way to the wall, wherein the sack came alive, and he helped it up onto the top of the wall. The sack laid down along the top of the wall, Stowe jumped effortlessly over it, then helped the sack jump down off it, then both disappeared into the brush. "See you in the car park!" I heard over the radio, and our night was almost over, one enemy dead, one Little extracted. As I walked towards Stowe's battle truck (It was just a lowly van, beaten, bruised, rusted), I noticed Michael for the first time. "Michael, how are you?", I enquired. "Pretty good - he's insane though!", Michael responded excitedly, pointing to Stowe, who was taking a swig of water from a container. Michael looked around for a second, but started acting quite alarmed, vigorously checking his pockets. "Shit!" "What?". Stowe looked up at that comment. "The phone, I've left the mobile phone behind!" In my tired consciousness, I didn't grasp the significance. "What the FUCK do you mean he's not here!". Don Ramon stood behind his desk, face red with anger, eyes bulging, fists clenched in front of him. "He's not here, Boss, we've turned the whole house upside down!" "He was in his room last night, yes?" "Yes, Boss" "Then FIND HIM!" The Head of Security walked out of Ramon's office back to his own little room in the basement, wherein he found one of his goons standing near his desk. "Sir, you wanted me?" "Yes, sit down". The goon meekly sat on a chair in from of the HoS' desk with a shiver of nerves. "You were uncontactable last night, why?" "Umm... I... I...I lost my phone, sir" "When?" "Umm, I think about three days ago" "And when did you last see it?" "In the lunch room, I think" The HoS suddenly stood up and walked out of his little office, leaving a bewildered goon behind. Walking up to the lunch room on the first floor, he looked around for a few minutes, wondering where a phone might be hidden, then a thought occurred to him. Retrieving his own phone from a pocket, he looked up the goon's name, and dialled his number, which end up ringing. At the same time, he heard a very faint noise upstairs. Walking upstairs, he dialed the number again. Following the noise, he walked straight into Michael's room, and quickly located the stolen phone in a wardrobe. Bingo. Walking back down to the basement office, he threw the mobile onto his desk, which surprised the hell out of the goon. "Thanks Boss" "Before you say another bloody word, you'll be responsible now for finding that Little! Got it!?" The HoS picked up the guard's phone, examined the call history, and quizzically stared at the number last dialled. Looked slightly familiar. He rang it. "Henderson, Henderson & Stowe, how may I help you?" "Sorry, wrong phone number, I apologise" The goon watched as his boss put down the phone, wrote something on a piece of paper, and threw it across the desk. "... and you can start there!" "My phone?", the guard tentatively asked, whilst reaching for his phone. "FUCK OFF!", the HoS yelled, arm outstretched, pointed at the door. "Ring me when you find them!" "How? You have my phone, Boss!" "Idiot, that's what payphones are for! Fuck!" The HH&S office was rather silent for a while, apart from the click-click-clickety-click of typing. I could almost hear the methodical tick-tick-tick of the clock on my wall. Looking up from my own keyboard (I'd never quite been able to get the hang of touch-typing), I noticed even Stowe was banging away with his fists of fingers on his laptop keys, probably typing up his after-action report on Michael Stone's rescue. We always produced those reports, for total transparency in case someone asked. I sat watching him for a good couple of minutes before my focus was broken by the unmistakable sound of someone opening the office's front door and stepping into the reception area. Every time that damn door opened, a little bell above the door tinkled, and my concentration would disappear for a few seconds. A few quiet mumbles between the receptionist and someone with a deep commanding voice, and things went quiet once more. The morning was marching on, and I was hankering for a coffee and a snack from up the Mall. Toasted cheese sandwich, butter on the outside, I thought. I noticed the visitor walk past my office door. He was a giant, very smartly dressed, tall even by Amazonian standards, fit looking too. He followed our receptionist into Mum's office. As she came back past my door, I mouthed a "who's that?" at her. "New client", she whispered. Stowe looked up from his laptop. We all went back to work. About 40 minutes later, I noticed line 20 on my phone begin to flash. Immediately I whistled to Stowe, and mouthed a "Mum's in trouble" warning to him. He's a hulking great brute, but he sprung up off the couch like an athlete, walked across my office to a cupboard, and retrieved his pistol, racking the slide, and cautiously exited my office towards Mums. He knocked on the door, opened it, and was confronted with the guest pointing at Mum, anger written all over him. "You have one day to retrieve Michael, or you're in a shit ton of hurt, lady!" Stowe stepped into the office, pistol hidden behind his back, but the guest seemed to know exactly what was going on. Stowe openly wondered if the guy was a proper gangster. "Oh, a tough guy?", the guest trolled, whilst looking towards Stowe, sizing him up. "Out. Your time is up, sir", Stowe commanded. Stowe stepped aside as the guest turned around, threw his hands in the air, and stormed out. The little door bell on the front door didn't make a sound as it was forcibly ripped out of the door jamb, and fell to the floor, making a final little tinkle of doom. It took Stowe and I a while to calm Mum down enough to get her to tell us who the guy was. He'd introduced himself as John Stockton, and initially started asking about the work HH&S could do. After about 30 minutes of general chit chat, Mum was led to believe that Mr Stockton was looking for a Little to be rescued. When he started asking about Michael Stone, Mum quietly hit the panic button (line 20 on the phone system), with the guy finally outright threatening Mum. "He's got to be a goon for Don Ramon", Stowe surmised. "Yes. Obviously a fake name. So how are we going to handle the Ramon Family issue?", Mum queried, looking piercingly to Stowe and I, looking for answers. "How th hell did they even trace Michael's disappearance to us?" I had no idea, as I was being distracted by a feeling of increasing famishness. I needed food! "Ok, executive decision time, lets retire to Bellamys for coffee and discuss this". Its funny how slow time moves during a life-and-death situation. As I took my first step off the kerb walking towards Bellamys for coffee, I was struck by a fast-moving car. The bonnet brushed across the front of my legs, my body's momentum causing me to begin falling forward, whereupon my head struck the windscreen, and I was soon tumbling diagonally over the car, legs and arms flying, my body acting like a rag doll, hitting my luckless head once more on the road pavement. The car travelled about two metres forward, and struck Mum clean across the hips as she turned to see me striking the windscreen. She took the full force, denting the bonnet as she crashed onto it, and cracked the windscreen from impact with her shoulders and head. Being much heavier than I, she didn't tumble over the top of the car. The driver hit the brakes in that instant, which caused the car to skid to a stop, forcing Mum's damaged body to roll off the front of the car, landing heavily on the road, lying prone, bleeding profusely. The driver then hit the gas, running clear over Mum, crushing bones, ribs, organs. Stowe was about 1m behind us, so wasn't hit. He was too shocked and angered by the drivers actions that he immediately ran off in a vain hope of catching (and possibly murdering) the driver. As I lay on the road drifting in and out of consciousness, I was smothered in a huge hug from an Amazonian woman who raced over to me. "Are you ok?", the lady urgently asked. "I ... hurtttt ", I weakly replied. "What's your name?" "Meredithhhh .... Hend...", I began to respond, but was quickly fading away. "It's ok, you're ok, I've got you, you're safe now", I was quietly assured by the woman. In my highly confused and pained state, I believed her. "Ok, Mummy ", I quietly stated, as I fainted, succumbing to my injuries and the dark unconsciousness. Chapter 1 - Awakenings My eyes slowly opened to a scene of almost pure white. I could see a light, rectangular in shape, directly above me. It was bright, so I could discern little detail. It's edges were hazy, the fluorescent bulbs too diffuse and blurry. Am I dead? Is this it? Am I seeing the "light"? What the hell has happened to me? Where am I? A shadow passed slowly across the edge of the light, disappeared for a second. A much brighter pinpoint of light suddenly appeared in my left eye, flicked away, came back. I blinked. The pinpoint of light persisted, and flicked across my right eye. I blinked again. I tried to move my body, arms, legs, but I could feel no movement in my limbs, and there was no shift in position of the overhead light. Hmmm…. I could think of no reason why I was feeling so paralyzed, foggy, so tired. Do I close my eyes, and hope this is just a dream? BONG! Oh, ok, my hearing is returning to the land of the living, at least. That's a start! Pip . . . . Pip . . . . Pip . . . . What were those noises? Muffled sounds of people in the distance, speaking of what, I couldn't discern. My interest shifts back to my body. A command from my semi-conscious self to move fingers returns success, maybe, the answer to my question a bit diffuse, garbled through the narcotic haze. So tell me, Missy brain, did my fingers move, or not? I'd really like to know, you know!? I try to lift my head, but it takes too much effort, I have no energy, and a dull ache results. More weird sounds, a wheeze, a pop, some watery gurgling. I feel something in my mouth, so strange a sensation… I can't close my mouth, it's blocked and forced open by this object, and I can't lift my arms to investigate this intrusion! Pip.. pip.. pip.. BONG! Pip.. pip.. pip.. pip.. My heart starts racing, panic rising, as I realise I'm totally out of control of my situation. Oh shit! The shadow reappears, moves across my left side, fidgets for a bit, then leans over me, obscuring the light from above. What looks to be a little wand appears, which is emitting a weird sound. It finds its way into my mouth, where it begins to extract the mucous I can't seem to swallow. After a few moments, it's withdrawn, the noise stops, and the shadow disappears. The shadow returns to my left side, and I begin to discern features, Amazonian features. “Hello, can you hear me?”, the Amazon queries softly. A high Feminine voice. How do I communicate? I can't move my limbs, I can't talk, how to communicate a response? I know! I blinked. “Excellent! I want you to calm down now, ok?” I don't know how to answer that - I'm discovering more and more the situation I’m in of which I can't work out, and am fast approaching the point of totally freaking out, so how to calm down? "Meredith, you need to calm down", the Amazon said gently, but with a bit more authority. I felt something touch my right hand. I tried to swallow, but that thing in my mouth extended down my throat. It took a breath for me - I could feel my lungs expand, as slightly heated and humidified air was forced into them. Sweet, sweet oxygen. My brain started to connect dots. I'm alive! Hello, but what the actual hell happened to me, to cause this much strife, that a machine seems to be breathing for me? I closed my eyes slowly, to think more clearly, and fighting the urge to comfortably slip back into the dark unconsciousness. "Good, good, Meredith, you're doing ok" The Amazon disappeared from view, and started to fidget with something, pressing buttons, and typing on a keyboard. In the distance, maybe behind me, I could hear some quiet music playing. Soothing music, maybe a popular pop song? So I locked my focus onto it. As the song came to a close, I heard an announcement. Ok, that thing is a radio, perhaps? "... news coming up in about five minutes time..." A wave of narcotic-induced fog, nausea, a sense of complete imbalance and dizziness started to hit me, and I found it quite hard to remain awake, and focused. "... it's Friday 5pm, almost the weekend peeps, and time now for the news.", the radio announced, matter-of-factly. "Parliament today has voted to hold an inquiry on legislation passed late last year, which has snared thousands of Littles into forced adoptions, causing utter chaos for relations with the Little People. The inquiry will determine whether the legislation should be amended or repealed, after the interDimensional-UN raised objections to...", the voice droned. A synapse inside my drug-hazed foggy brain suggested that I maybe should have had an interest in that piece of news, but it seemingly slipped through the memory banks, in one ear, out the other. "... update on that terrible accident in the city centre two days ago which caused the death of a woman after it appears she was deliberately run over by a car. Police have arrested and charged a man with dangerous driving causing death..." Hmmm... death is always a sad thing to happen to someone, but to be deliberately run over though is ... hmm... A synapse did fire, but I was too fogged up to decipher its meaning. "... representations have been made to the UN regarding a proposed football match between the Sandown Giants, and the Liverpool Littles team ..." Hope the Giants kick their asses, if they get the Visas necessary from the UN to travel inter-dimensionally - I could help with that! Must get HH&S onto … Too much excitement and mental activity, and I was whacked by increasingly intense waves of dizziness and nausea sensations, so I couldn't help but succumb to the dark unconsciousness that I'd been fighting to stay away from. As I slipped away I sensed another presence in the room. "Nurse, is she ok?", that presence quietly asked, but with a touch of real concern. "Mrs Bradley, she's fine. We're slowly weaning her off the sedation medication, so her waking up is a good sign!", the nurse reassured her, before returning to her fidgeting with medication pumps, and the vitals monitor. "Will Meredith be ready for her procedure?" "Oh, yes, absolutely" "When?" "Couple of days, maybe. Really depends on her recovery from her injuries, her head especially, and approvals from the surgeons. They’ll assess her in a couple of days.“ "Right". Mrs Bradley went back to worrying about Little me, holding my right hand, stroking my very fine, long, fair blonde hair, which was still flecked with blood stains from the stitched-up head wound. Her hand was twice the size of my right hand, yet her embrace was so soft and tender, I could barely feel it. As she later brushed across my head with a finger, I felt pain flood me, causing my eyes to open and stare at the bright light, again. I could sense movement around me. As I tried to take notice of my surrounds, having no sense of time of how long I was asleep, I was startled when grabbed by my right shoulder and leg, and rolled onto my left side, facing someone who leant right over me, my head and chest covered by their work clothes. I could smell their body odour - unmistakably an Amazonian female - a nurse perhaps? Moist warm sponges were rubbed up and down my back, over my bum, in my butt crack, and in and around my girlie parts and abdomen. That's when I heard the crinkle of something being unfolded and placed on the bed behind me. What seemed only a few seconds later I was rolled back onto my back. The person who sponged me down used a cloth to wipe some cream all over my girly bits, in between my legs, my butt, and lower abdomen. Forcing my legs apart, my nether region was carefully encased in a fluffy cocoon of a thick disposable nappy, taped up reasonably tightly, leg gathers checked and adjusted. As I was moved about, I felt pain shoot around my body, my arms, my legs, my head especially. Another warm, wet, cloth was used to carefully scrub my face, my arms, my chest, and my hands. It felt good to be cleaned up so thoroughly, so I revelled in the help and gentle care I was receiving from this person. A couple of warm blankets were draped over me with the edges tucked into the bed mattress, and I soon settled, and was lost once more to the dark unconsciousness. Jennifer Bradley's phone started to vibrate in her handbag, so she reached into the bag blindly, and retrieved it. Unlocking with a finger print, a message appeared, from a source called "Husband". [Husband] How's Meredith? She looked across at the sleeping Little, and started to type her reply [Jenn] She's good, just had a wash and her nappy changed, actually. Is still fairly out of it, but they're weaning her off the sedation now. Her injuries are healing. The Doc says she lost a lot of blood from her head wound, but that's stopped now. He also says she should be good for NAP soon. [Husband] Ok, have spoken with the bank, they've agreed to our request for a loan against the house. I'm going back there shortly with the title info, so they can arrange to settle the funds with NAP. [Jenn] Sweet, that's great! Love your work! [Husband] You just look after our Meredith, ok. Love you, Jennifer! [Jenn] <3 n hugs - XOX -Jenn Jennifer looked thoughtfully back at Meredith, who looked quite peaceful and at rest, if one could be at rest with all those wires and tubes and bandages, and all the associated bongs and peeps associated with machines keeping one alive. She couldn't help but wonder whether she was doing the right thing by Meredith. Thinking about the option of NAP started not long after Meredith arrived at the Hospital . While Meredith was being prepped for theatre, a doctor took Jennifer into a conference room, and started asking some very interesting questions. "Who is this girl?" "Meredith I heard her say, before she passed out" "Do you know her last name?" "No, she never told me. Does that matter?" "Not really. You're in luck though." "Oh, why?" "We found an adoption chip in the girl. Her mother was killed today in the accident." "The lady killed was Meredith’s mum?" "Yes, seems so” “Oh, my goodness”, Jennifer was visibly taken aback from that piece of news. She sat down in a chair, and put her head in her hands, letting out a few quiet sobs. “No matter though”, the doctor continued, “adoption status dies when the last parent dies, so you're free to adopt umm... Meredith, if you like". Mum never got around to adding Stowe as a "parent" on my chip, so... here we are. "I'd love to adopt her, though I need to confer with my husband”, she advised, looking up at the doctor in front of her. "Excellent, I will get some papers for you to sign, and we can re-program the adoption chip. Now, have you heard about the NAP?" "No, what is it?" "Nano Adaptation Procedure, can be quite expensive, but it's possible to make modifications to Little people, to suit your lifestyle." "Oh, really?" "You don't need to make a decision right now, I'll ask Reception to hand you some info on the process to apply for NAP for your child". Jennifer spent quite some time doing research on the NAP process, and the possible changes that could be done to her new child. Sitting down that night with Keith, her husband, they both went through the myriad options, reviewing ones that they thought would align with their expectations for Meredith, and her new role within the Bradley Family. "Meredith Louise Bradley". Mum never gave me a middle name… Jenn spoke those three words to her husband, looking into his deep blue and very bright eyes, which always seemed to glint and sparkle from reflected lights. She had to dab at her own eyes with a handkerchief, wiping off the odd tear that would magically appear when thinking about her new little girl. Jennifer's eyes were already red from crying for far too long. The past few days had been quite stressful and sorrowful, mourning for poor Meredith's loss of her adoptive mother, the mothers terrible death, and for Meredith's injuries, but also feeling overjoyed happiness at gaining a new family member - a third go at motherhood. Finally they both sat down at the computer in Keith's home office, to begin the application process. She looked at the computer screen, which was demanding answers to a set of very sobering questions, so after consulting with her partner, entered in the answers > **NAME:** Meredith Louise Bradley > **AGE:** 9 months > **WARNING: Soul will be regressed to age < 1 year old. Do you wish to proceed <Y/N>?** Y > **OPTIONAL: Do you wish for body to match soul age? <Y/N>** Y > **WARNING: Physical body attributes will be regressed in size and shape to match selected age. Risks include possible physical stress, mental retardation, body deformities, possible death to subject during procedure.** > **Do you wish to proceed? <Y/N>** Y > **OPTIONAL: With age < 1 year old, do you wish to add Baby Brain? Feature includes changes to emotion states, mental capacity, attachment to objects / persons, bladder/bowel control, fine and coarse motor skills. Do you wish to proceed <Y/N>?** Y The questions kept coming. Over several hours, and a number of arguments between the two parents, they finally submitted the NAP application. The next day, Keith rang Jenn with shocking news - they'd have to mortgage the house to afford all the options, especially due to one particular option, which cost half the fee of the entire procedure. Sitting in the ICU room, looking across at a silent Meredith, Jennifer wondered if that last decision was the right one. > **OPTIONAL: AMAZON TRANSFORM THERAPY - Do you wish to transform your Little into an Amazon, with full rights and function that status confers? <Y/N>** Y > **WARNING: There is significant financial cost, and serious side-effects imposed on the Little, by selection of this option. Do you wish to proceed? <Y/N>** "Look at it this way, Jenn. Littles don't normally get any chance to grow up." "Yes, I know that, Keith! I'd like her to have a life though, do things that she'd not be able to do if she stayed a Little", Jenn advocated, becoming more passionate towards a proper life for Meredith with every passing minute. "Like what?" "I don't know, maybe become a lawyer, work for Littles rights, or something like that?” "Wishful thinking there", Keith retorted. "Don't you want her to achieve something? Rather than remain a Little one for the rest of her life, forced to be a baby all the time by Amazons?” "Of course I do, hon! Let's at least get her to school and see if she's got some smarts and aptitude“. Keith opened another browser window and began doing some searches for the serious side effects mentioned. "Hmm... look at this", he pointed to a paragraph. Transforming a little into an Amazon was certainly possible, but it meant the body aged at half the normal rate. "If I'm reading this correctly, when she turns 20, she'll actually physically be 10?” “Why is that?” “Stresses on the body, it seems…”, he summarised, and continued reading. "And so we'll be something like 60 years old", Jenn concluded. "Oh, and there's also the issue of her current age too, so she'll actually be something like 35 years old. " "Yes", Jenn said, and looked away, emitting a quiet sob. "Must be really hard on her body" "Are we agreed? Give her a proper life, as an Amazon?” Jennifer looked back at her husband. He was very close to tears. She could see that, although Keith had his reservations on transformation therapy, he was a softie at heart, and only wanted what was best for his children, Meredith obviously being no exception. She handed him the handkerchief, and confirmed the final NAP option. My weird technicolour dream was rudely interrupted by noise and voices and light. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the brightness. Oh, a light was shining right at my head, with at least three people here. "Oh, hi there!", a deep male voice spoke, off to my left. “I’m very sorry to disturb you, just looking at how your head is healing up”, he upbeatedly stated. A head wound? Ok… I could hear voices in the background again, and it took a few moments to realise it was that radio from before. “… and it’s a wonderful, sunny, Sunday afternoon, time about 3:15pm, news at 4… “, it droned on. I quickly lost focus in the radio when prodding and poking elicited a wave of intense headachy pain. I heard a couple of phone-type loud beeps off to my right. [Husband] Need you to sign some papers with me, Babe. Consent, and legal liability forms these look like. [Jenn] Oh? [Husband] Yeah, from NAP. [Jenn] On my way!! Jennifer put her phone away, stood up, and bent over to kiss Meredith on the forehead, causing the doctor to stop his examination. I studied this new face appearing in front of me. Another Amazon female, not dressed like the others, kinda nice looking, gorgeous deep blue eyes, I was mesmerised. I’d never seen this woman before, yet she bent over and kissed my forehead so gently, before whispering something incoherently, maybe “I’ll be back later”, before disappearing from view. I could feel myself starting to struggle with the tube down my throat about an hour later. I was starting to fight the machine which seemed really intent on forcing air into my lungs at the most in-opportune times. Which prompted more BONGS! and BLEEPS!, so a nurse appeared above me. “Are you ok?” I very cautiously shook my head. Yes, I can nod and shake my head, but the pain is getting quite unbearable. “Are you in any pain?” I shook my head, before trying to lift my right arm, to discover it was restrained. The nurse glanced at my arm movement, “You want the breathing tube removed?” I nodded. “Ok, I think we can do that”, she responded, and disappeared for a minute or so. The male doctor returned, and told me what they needed to do. Things were a bit messy for a few minutes, as they encouraged me to cough and vomit out the tube that extended right down to near my lungs. I did not look a pretty sight, as my actions, strains, and movement caused immense throbbing pain through my skull. Once the tube was out, they replaced it with a mask over my face, which was delivering 100% pure oxygen. A few minutes later, the nurse used a wash cloth to clean my face up of all the excretions and vomitus. I tried to say thanks to her, but only a croak was emitted. “Don’t talk, your throat will hurt for some time - you’ve had that tube down it for a few days now!”, she warned me. Another croak in response, with a nod. A couple of hours later, after a little bit of practice against the nurse’s advice, I asked for ice. “You can only suck on this, don’t swallow it, ok?”, she instructed. I nodded again. An ice block was given to me to suck on, which felt heavenly as the ice-cold water drops slid down the back of my throat. “Thanks”, I croaked. “Where’s my Mum?”, I eventually asked the nurse, after the ice block was devoured. “Oh, she’s stepped out for a bit. Will probably be back later tonight, or maybe tomorrow morning”, she replied without hesitation. “Ok”. A synapse in my brain started to fire away, but the result for me was only one of confusion. When did I last see Mum? Another synapse, then another. I remember crossing a street, was Mum there with me? Damn this addled brain of mine, as waves of pain began hitting me, so I unconsciously began to stiffen my upper body. “Are you ok?” “My head hurts”, I croaked and cried out. A few beeps later, and I was blissfully swept up in a wave of warmth and haze, drifting off into lala-land. My consciousness arrived at a rush when I felt movement. Looking up, the rectangular light began to move, my bed was moving, they were taking me somewhere. The doctor’s face appeared directly above me, leaning over me. “Hi, sorry to disturb your sleep. I seem to have a habit of doing that, really sorry”, he stated. “What’s happening?”, I asked “We’re transferring you to NAP”, he replied quite cheerfully. “Where’s my Mum?” “She’s going to meet you in NAP” “Ok”. NAP must be another hospital or ward, I thought. With all the movement, and excitement of a new location, I failed to notice my heart rate climb. The doctor certainly didn’t, though, and pressed a couple of buttons. I was soon back into lala-land once more, semi-comatose, semi awake, uncaring about what was happening, and certainly not noticing where they were taking me. As we approached a set of closed doors, my bed stopped moving, and I gathered enough energy to fight through the narcotic haze to wonder what was going on. The doors had some official looking signs on them, and a headboard stated “NAP Treatment Theatre”. My panic started to rise, as my brain synapses began firing on all cylinders - this is going to be bad news. The doctor leant over me, and adjusted my oxygen mask. “Where’s my Mum?”, I called out “Right here, baby girl, I’m right here”, someone responded from behind me. Except this wasn’t Mum, the voice wasn’t my Mum. But those piercingly beautiful deep blue eyes I noticed, as an Amazonian woman came into view. She leant right over my bed, staring at me, and grabbed my right hand. I was terribly confused. How could this woman say to me that she was my mother? Wait. What were my synapses telling me earlier, which I ignored? As I started to pull a weird questioning confused face, “You’re not my mum”, I exclaimed. “Oh, darling, I’m so sorry”, she replied, shaking her head. As I looked into those deep blue eyes, I could see tears of sadness, pain, and grief appear within them. Bolts of nervous energy coursed through my body, the hairs on my arms stood on end, goosebumps broke out, as those synapses finally formed a picture. I was lying on my side, on a road, smoke everywhere, dust and grit and stones flying every which way, people running everywhere, Stowe looking down to his left, fingers outstretched, arms rising to cover his face, so I naturally followed his gaze down. Mum was lying spreadeagled across the road, blood all over her face, and arms, and legs. A leg was pointed out, a foot pointed in. Black soot discoloured bits of skin. Clothes torn, some flapping in the breeze of the fast disappearing car. I could not see her face, it was blurring out in the vision my synapses flashed at me, and in that moment in time, I knew. “Mummy!”, I cried out. Pretty quickly, I felt a very tender warm embrace from the woman hovering above me, and a crying whisper into my right ear, “I’m here now, baby girl, I’m here. I will always be here”. A few beeps later, and I rapidly began to lose out to that dark unconsciousness once more, looking up to see the light above me begin to move once more, gently sliding through the double doors into NAP.

Anyone know what happened to The Big Little Podcast? Anybody know of any other podcasts out there? Seems like the only active podcast related to ABDL is “Dream a Little.” And, no offense to Lo, but it seems that she’s turned it into a general podcast about kinks (which is fine, it’s her podcast). I’m just curious if there are any other ABDL-specific ones out there.

It's good to hear your voice again, Kimmy!

He did mention something about going back to being 6 or 3 months old, but with adult mind.

Well could you tell us what it's about? I need Something to go on here!

Alex woke up to light and Morgan tapping her on the shoulder. "Hey, babe." She mumbled into her pillow, she was glad Morgan was back but it was still early and she liked to sleep. "Hey, love. I'm about to wake up Claire and check her for a concussion." Morgan said, voice still thick with sleep. "You're a saint." Alex said as she rolled over to face her girlfriend, she couldn't help but smile. "I missed you." "I missed you to." Morgan smiled back. "Next time Abby has a stroke, remind me Jake can deal with her. It's already better being back for five minutes and about to check someone for freakin' brain damage." "What are you going to do if she has one?" Alex asked, sitting up and brushing the sleep out of her eyes. "W-" "It's 6:45. The drive was fine and I already fed Odin." Morgan answered before she bent down and kissed her girlfriend's forehead. "Cool." Alex said, smiling again at the kiss and as Morgan's auburn hair tickled her nose. Her warm brown eyes sparkled down at her. Alex loved her so much. Alex grabbed her phone and followed Morgan into the living room. She didn't care that she was in the same clothes as last night, especially with her worry about Claire coming back. "Are you up, Claire?" Morgan asked as she entered the living room. Claire's face was burried in the back of the couch with one arm between her head and the arm of the couch and the other holding tight to a blanket. "Get outta my house." Claire mumbled. "You're in my living room, Claire." Morgan said, gently. "I can't be entirely sure about whether or not there's swelling in your brain without equipment so, again, I strongly suggest you go to the clinic. But i'll do what I can for you here. I need you awake and alert though. Could you grab my med bag, Alex?" "No problem." Alex nodded. Walking quickly, she went to the bathroom and opened up the sink cabinet and pulled out Morgan's back. She opened it quickly just to make sure it was the right one: Morgan's emergency bag and their diaper bag were almost identical, they'd gotten both for cheap at a flea market. Alex couldn't identify most of the medical equipment in the bag, at least not by name, but it was definitely the right bag. She sat it down next to the couch and Morgan who poking Claire awake. "Ok, ok, i'm awake." Claire yawned. She sat up and Alex could see the second everything that had happened last night clicked back into place. "Right. That happened." "I'm sorry, Claire." Morgan apologized before opening up her bag and rooting through it. She pulled out a pen light and held it up to Claire's face. "Can you follow the light for me?" "Sure." Morgan clicked the light on and drew it slowly across the other girl's face. "Your pupils are responsive and you're able to follow it, that's a good sign. Do you have a headache?" "No. I don't think I do, think i'm just tired." "Good, good. Do you think you feel well enough for breakfast?" "What'ya got?" "I have no idea. Alex?" "Uh-" Alex was interrupted by her phone going off. "One second. Crap, it's work. It's me. What's up?" All color drained from her face as Jimmy spoke. He was one of her contacts with the cops and he only ever called when there was a story. "I'll be right there." She swallowed past the lump that had formed in her throat. Alex hung up. "I have to go." She told her girlfriend, already on autopilot as she failed to not think about the sight and the smell that would greet her. At least she hadn't puked at their crime scenes yet. "I'm so sorry, Alex. Do you-?" Morgan asked, test completely forgotten. "No, no." Alex shook her head. "Keep after Claire. Try and have a good day. I don't know when I'll be back." Under her breath, she muttered, "That son of a bitch." "What's going on?" Claire asked. She knew Alex was a reporter but Claire didn't read the paper. Claire did know there was- "Oh shit. Is it that serial killer?" "Yea." Alex said, scowling. "Mr. Hyde he calls himself. Monster." It was only on the drive to the park Jimmy told her about that she remembered she was in pants that were a day old and a shirt that was two or three. She wasn't going to turn around, it's not like it was actually important, but it was just something she remembered. Of course the park was cordoned off with police tape by the time she got there, it had been about half an hour since she got the call. Jimmy worked dispatch for the local police and usually called as soon as he could to tell her about whatever was going on. He was the reason she was able to break the story but it was Mr. Hyde who gave himself the name. So the two, now three, murders earned the name Mr. Hyde Murders. It was an awful experience for anyone with a heart. Or a weak stomach. Mr. Hyde had an energy based variance. Specifically, he could control lightning. Alex knew that she, and anyone who read the paper she worked at, now knew too much about lightning. She ran through some basic lightning facts as she waited for a uniformed officer to clear her press credentials. She knew that, for instance, lightning carried an average of 10 billion watts. Or that it could be hotter than the sun. The reporter was let through but she was still thinking about it. Lightning could turn sand to fulgurite, hollow tubes of sand and other material formed by the heat, at least 3000 degrees Fahrenheit. The flashover, lightning moving across the skin, causes lichtenberg figures, burns in the shape of the lightning strike. It was usually after one received those injuries that they passed out from the shockwave. Or died after cardiac arrest either from the force of the shockwave, the one that caused thunder, or the short circuited of their nervous system. The person, the corpse, laying nearby wasn't as burned as one might expect. Which meant that, thankfully, the murderer hadn't zapped them for very long. They're face was different than the rest of their body though. Alex almost gasped, the lichtenberg figures and more grisly burns on their cheeks suggested something even more horrifying than the last victim. He'd at least been taken by surprise and struck in the back. She couldn't tell from the distance but if she had to guess, she'd say that the victim had cataracts. And they probably didn't before they were killed. Lightning, and Mr. Hyde especially, was dangerous. She typed everything she saw out on her phone. "Goldman." Detective Thompson nodded his head as he walked over to her. "Any closer to catching him?" Alex asked in way of greeting. "We're pursuing every available lead we have." "Has the victim been identified?" "The victim was discovered at about 6:20 this morning by a jogger." "No name?" Alex said, typing quickly. "If I say yes, will you get out of my hair?" He asked. She knew he wasn't actually being rude, it was just part of his personality. And his job. Alex liked the former, he had a way of distracting people from bad situations. But it was also chewing out by his boss security. While Alex hadn't written the piece, she was relatively new to crime journalism, her paper had written a not so flattering piece about the police department and sergeant in particular close to a year ago that the man wasn't over yet. "I will if you tell me." She said, looking up at the tall detective briefly and batting her eyelashes. He shook his head to hide a smirk from the nearby uniform. "The victim has been identified as 35 year old Lincoln Brown. From a part of his license that hadn't been burned. More information will be released at a press conference later today, time unknown. I'm sure you'll get a call from someone about it soon. Now go back to your wife and leave me alone." "She's not my wife yet." "Fiancée?" "Not yet." "You're sure taking your time. You should do it quick before she realizes you're entirely insufferable. Now scram." "As you wish, cousin." She winked at him and he shook his head again, this time for real. She did need to leave, she wanted to get the story published as soon as possible. Already, other journalists and random passerby's were gathering. At least she had enough to start. - By Alex Goldman According to local police, at approximately 6:20 in the morning at White Oak Park, the third victim of serial killer Mr. Hyde was discovered. The name of the victim temporarily withheld out of respect so that the family may be contacted. The victim was electrocuted in manner suggesting execution. Possible motives behind the grisly crimes eludes police as they hunt for the killer. Implication of a Dr. Jekyll persona implied by the name the killer chose for themselves. No details yet as to such an identity nor to the true identity of the coward. Alex had meant to type killer, she really had. But seeing coward in it's place, she just had to keep it. If her assignment editor had an issue with it than he could change it himself. Hopefully the title the new copy editor picked would be better than the last one. Alex still couldn't believe everyone had actually went with 'Mr. Hyde Strikes Again'. A man had just been brutally murdered, shot in the back by a bolt of lightning, and they made a joke about it. It was disgusting. What made the fact that a third person was now a victim even worse was that anti variant sentiment skyrocketed, just like bigotry always did after a member of a minority group did something wrong. Bigotry was bigotry, it increased even after something good happened because of a minority. Alex really wasn't happy with people. Anti-variant sentiment continues to rise, only partially in response to the Mr. Hyde Murders. She pinched the bridge of her nose. She'd been writing for just a few minutes but the lighting in the office was always too bright and she was light sensitive. Alex already needed a break. She saved and went to get a cup of coffee from the break room. "Morning." Ben gave a small wave from his seat. As always, he had a soda and pop tart. It was barely 8:30 in the morning. Alex had no idea how he was still alive. "Hi." She said, flatly, sitting down with a paper cup of surprisingly ok coffee even as she told herself she needed to get back to work. It wasn't like she had much to do before the press conference. Jimmy or David, her cousin, would call to tell her when it was. "It sucks, I know. You don't really get used to it. Or at least, I haven't." Ben said. He was pushing fifty and had been a journalist for most his life, crime for at least ten years though Alex wasn't sure exactly how long. "That's comforting." She rolled her eyes. Journalists weren't supposed to be angry in their articles so she had to take it out on someone. Ben was kindly enough not to let it bother him. "Not much you can do about it." He said, levitating his soda can over the sink and empty the last of it out before dropping it into the trash. "Nothing about how reporting it would help?" "As if. Be nice though." "It sure would." Alex sighed. - I would appreciate your thoughts. Would you like to see the full article as a chapter or is that snippet enough?

Firstly I apologise for the delay in writing but here is the next chapter Chapter 21 Alex was torn between two extremes, he was a boy standing in a ladies clothing shop about to be bought his first ladies jumper whilst standing there; he should be horrified and refuse without question. On the other side was his feelings that he had been hiding deep down inside for many years, his longing to be a little one again that contained a love of things all feminine, he loved the soft feel of the jumper the previous night, loved his little white training panties that where boarder line unisex at best. Watching Alex in his little world of torment Val decided that she would help him out this time, so she walked over to him, “it’s ok sweetie, I know you haven’t had something so nice bought for you by someone you only just met before, but I think we both know you will look so cute in it. You don’t have to try it on, it will be the same as the pink one”. Alex was happy for the intervention of Val, so just walked over to Hannah, kissed her cheek and then said “Thank you, it is so kind of you”. “Don’t mention it sweetie, it was the least I could do after you where such a good boy last night” replied Hannah, giggling a bit when she saw Alex’s face going bright red through blushing. “Now then” said Val, “Thats a jumper taken care of, but I am sure we have a few other things to get yet, starting with some swim pants, you can’t go anywhere near the beach without those”! “Well I have to admit that I could do with a new swimsuit or bikini myself” replied Hannah, “its going to be such a special holiday that it would be a shame not to do so”. Fiona had been listening to this and thought there might be more sales for the day coming up, “Well ladies, I hope you will take a look at the new lines in swimwear we have just received, they are extremely nice and I can do you a good deal seeing as you have already spent money today”. Not being one to miss out on a good deal, Hannah took Alex by the hand and headed off towards the swimwear to see what they had. Fiona walked over to Val to have a quiet word with her. “I can see what you told me now about the sweet little Alex, I am sure we can find him some suitable swimwear here with a little bit of help and gentle persuasion Val knew exactly what Fiona had meant, she would love nothing more than to see Alex running around the beach in a swim nappy but that would be a pleasure that would have to be reserved for his mummy to do when she arrived. For now she would have to settle on something else, maybe she could get him to try some bikini bottoms, some hi-waisted ones would be very similar to swimming shorts. But after pulling a box from behind the counter, Fiona showed Val the latest item that had arrived. They where ladies swim pants with extra material between the legs to enable washable pads to be inserted for various reasons. Val saw them and knew straight away that they where almost capable of being a swim nappy, all she had to do now was to get Alex to try it on. Hannah was busy looking throught the swimsuits and had visions of Alex wearing one of them at some point, running around in the guest house grounds like a girl, maybe even on the beach. But for now they would have to take it easy with him, coaxing him slowly into losing his boyish ways and slowly turning him into the little girl that they now his mummy would love. Alex was watching what Hannah had found and was surprised that she was looking more at the 1 piece suits than the bikinis, ok she was not youthful anymore but still had a amazing figure. She held up a navy swimsuit, with shoulder straps, full back and little frill around the waist, “What do you think sweetie” asked Hannah, “Will you go swimming with me if I wear this”? Alex was briefly lost for words, so just mumbled out “yes that is very nice”, for want of a few words. Saved by the voice of Val calling him, Alex was glad of the distraction, he liked Hannah and thought her very pretty, but couldn’t bring himself to tell her that. “Alex” called Val, “I need you to come and try something on for me, you need something to wear when we go swimming”. Val chose a red pair of the bottoms shown to her by Fiona, then took Alex’s hand when he came over before going to the changing rooms. Val took him inside and closed the curtain behind him but not completely, leaving just enough for Fiona and Hannah to see in if they wished. Alex looked at the bottoms laid out on the bench, wondering if he was really going to wear them. Val started to undress him, firstly unfastening his shorts and lowering them to reveal his plastic pants and training panties. She looked into his eyes and said to him, “I think we had best leave these on for your to try these wonderful little pants that Fiona showed me, we don’t want you getting too excited and messing them before we buy them”. Alex wanted to say something, say he could quite easily control himself, but he knew that was not really the case, with all the little accidents he had had over the last few days, he knew that Val was right. “You see the little pad in the bottom” said Val as she opened the bikini bottoms up to show him, “they help to protect the wearer from any little accidents”, “Now don’t you agree they would be good for you”. The now very submissive Alex could do nothing but to agree, he even very tentatively stretched his hand out to touch the soft material of the bottoms, the soft satin like material on the outside, the elasticated control panels across the front to ensure a good fit, then the soft padding inside to protect the wearer. Val watched him and now knew she had him hooked, she knew deep down there was a little feminine creature wanting to escape. Fiona was watching from outside while Hannah was in the next change room, fitting her slender body into a new swimsuit of her own. Alex did nothing as Val held open the pants in front of him, just simply put one leg then the other into them before allowing Val to slowly draw them up his legs and into place. He was now standing there in nothing but his girlish little t-shirt and a pair of ladies bikini bottoms, of course he still had the plastic and trainer pants on. He felt strange as her saw himself in the mirror, his excitement now showing because of feelings he had held inside for so many years. He hoped to keep it all under control but then from behind the curtain appeared Hannah, now sporting the swimsuit that she had showed him before, but he did not realise how good she would appear. Hannah walked in and took over from Val, pulling in Alex, hugging him close making sure she could feel her breasts pressing against him, Hannah now determined to have her way with the young man in her arms. “Do you like you bikinis bottoms Alex” she whispered to him while holding him close, “Do they make you feel all soft and girly inside”, “You know deep down that you want to be that way, let all those girlish little feelings come out”. Hannah was getting worked up as much as Alex was, she body pulsing at what she was doing with him, she need some relief just as much as ever and she was determined that Alex would provide it. She reached around and rubbed the front of his pants, wanting for him, eager to touch him. Alex was getting to the point he could not return from, Hannah’s breast pushing into his back, her hand rubbing the front of him, she now only wanted one more thing, to take his other hand, put it between her legs, then close her thighs on it. This she did and within a minute she got the result she wanted for both herself and Alex, both where wet for the same reason for the first time together.

Wife in Charge Chapter 12 'There you are honey,' said Sue, after she had helped Bob pull on his track pants. 'All done.' Bob looked down. He was developing a slight pot belly, and he lea ned forward a little and looked at his crotch. He'd never been one of the jocks among his friends, and had never sported a big 'package' but with his padded pants and the stretchy tracksuit material, all he could see was a smooth expanse of grey fabric disappearing between his thighs. Sue caught his worried look. 'You look fine, honey,' she said. 'No one's going to be staring at your tummy,' she assured Bob. Bob relied on Sue so much now, and her OK was all the assurance he needed. He felt much better, and Sue was right. No one would be staring at him. 'Come and say hello to everyone,' said Sue. She guided Bob towards the door and gave him an affectionate pat on his padded rear. It was bright outside, and Bob blinked in the sunlight. 'Here's Bobby!' said Cathy as he emerged. Bob saw a group of women standing in the garden. Rhonda and Sue's friend Jane turned as Bob stood nervously near Sue. Instinctively he tried to slide behind her. 'Hello Bobby,' said Rhonda with a broad smile. 'Hi,' said Bob. 'You've met my friend Jane, honey,' said Sue. 'Say hello.' 'Hi Jane,' Bob said quietly. 'Don't be shy,' Jane said brightly. 'It's good to see you again. How are you?' 'Good,' said Bob. Jane grinned back at him. Bob felt uncomfortable being the centre of attention, and felt himself peeing a little. He was glad he had his special pants on. The women had returned to their discussion, and were wandering towards a timber garden table where they sat down. 'You can sit here, honey,' said Sue, indicating a vacant timber garden chair. Bob sat down, glad again of the soft padding between him and the hard timber slats of the chair. He looked at the women. Even seated they were tall ladies. The women talked about their jobs and clothes. Jane was intrigued by the quiet, lightly built man in their midst. She had had a long chat on the phone with Sue, and was aware of Bob's 'issues'. She felt sorry for him, but also felt a kind of concern for him. He reminded her of her little brother. She tried to include him in the conversation. 'And what do you do, Bobby?' she asked. 'Rhonda said you are very helpful in the office.' Bob blushed. 'Oh, you know, I just do stuff,' you know,' he said. Rhonda laughed. 'He's very helpful. You keep the photocopiers full of paper, don't you honey, and you make sure the kitchen's tidy every night,' she said. 'Bobby took over from Belle, our work experience student. And he runs errands, don't you?' she added, patting Bob's knee. 'He's the best office girl we've had.' Bob blushed visibly, and felt himself peeing again. As ever, Sue came to the rescue. 'That doesn't mean you're a girl, boney, she just means you're very good at your job,' said Sue, leaning over and kissing his forehead. Jane smiled at the affectionate little display. 'Although with that beautiful hair, he's well on the way,' said Rhonda. 'Are you growing it out, honey?' she added. Rhonda never failed to make Bob feel conspicuous. With all his problems, he had not had a haircut for a while, and he did have beautiful strawberry blonde hair. Women sometimes told him his lovely hair was wasted on a boy. Bob was relieved when the conversation was interrupted by a shout from inside the house. Jane stood up. 'I left them playing with Lego,' she said. 'I hope they're not arguing.' Sue looked at Bob, who looked uncomfortable. He looked as though he was about to cry. She had an idea. 'Bob, you used to have Lego, didn't you?' she said, thinking of how proud Bob had been showing her his old photos of him and his sister playing with Lego. 'Why don't you go inside and show the others what you can make with it. We're just having boring ladies' talk here.' Bob was glad of any chance to get away from Rhonda. It was bad enough at work with her calling him 'Bobby sweetie' whenever she wanted some small job done. Calling him a girl was too much. 'OK,' he said, standing up and heading off in the direction of the young voices. Bob pulled his track pants up as he walked. He must have wet a bit more than he realised, and his underpants were sagging into the back of his track pants. 'I'll change him again later,' said Sue as the women watched Bob depart. Both the other women were good friends, and understood Bob's problems. 'Is he OK at work?' asked Jane. 'So far, yes,' said Sue. 'He's only just started wetting during the day. He tries not to, but he has accidents. I've put him in training pants, but I think he might need proper pullups. We'll see.' Jane found the situation fascinating. Exciting even. She squirmed a little in her chair. 'So you change him?' she asked Sue, trying not to sound too interested. 'I don't trust him with the tapes,' Sue replied matter of factly. 'It's a lot easier if I do it.' 'Tapes?' asked Jane. 'I thought...' 'He's just started wearing a diaper at night,' said Sue. 'Otherwise he sleeps by himself.' 'Poor thing,' said Jane with feeling. To be continued.

"Back to Daycare" by Elfy fits that description, although what happens isn't accidental... http://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/53046-back-to-daycare/ There's also "Finding a Summer Job" by diaperjess over at ABKingdom. A free account is required to read stories there. http://www.abkingdom.com/library/doc/784 Finally, "The Daycare" by LilMisSierra is one of my favorites, which is told from multiple point of views in what I'd call "overlapping chronology". https://lilmissierra.deviantart.com/art/The-Daycare-Part-1-531176718 (Link is to Part 1 of 4) It's all I can think of, off the top of my head, but I know there are many others following that trope. Here's another (very short one) that doesn't actually involve a daycare, but which could still interest you, Little Millie's New Job, by SallyKA (and its sequel, Little Millie Gets On) http://abdlstoryforum.info/threads/50-Little-Millie-s-New-Job-by-SallyKA http://abdlstoryforum.info/threads/75-Little-Millie-Gets-On-by-SallyKA-Pts-1-2 There's also "Laura & Holly" by Princess Pottypants (also among my favorites) which features a girl taken to daycare against her will in the second half of the story, but not in the context of working there... http://princesspottypants.wordpress.com/2011/08/04/laura-holly-chapter-1 (Navigate with the Year/Month bar on the right to easily read it in chronological order.) http://princesspottypants.wordpress.com/2011/09/29/laura-holly-chapter-16/ (This is where the daycare scenes start, but I recommend reading it from the start.) Edit: Actually, I think Laura & Holly is easier read from PPP's Blogspot page : http://pottypants.blogspot.com/2011/08/laura-holly-chapter-1.html (Navigate with the Year/Month bar on the right to easily read it in chronological order.)

My sphincter open 10 inch girth most of the time for years due to needing a rectal cup because I'm incontinent (it is supposed to stay inside, but it pops out and I use a girdle to keep it from coming all the way out). They are silicone cups open on top to hold anything trying to escape, so I haven't had any 'accidents.'

I'm enjoying this story. So well written.

Why not just eat the food and poop your diaper naturally? Never understood the desire to "simulate" a mess. If the smell turns you off take chlorophyll tablets and eat less processed foods. If you want bulkier loads eat more fiber.

Chapter 2 - The Making of Meredith NAP started with my being completely undressed, stripped naked by a nurse, wherein I was attached to various life support machines via wires, medical drips, catheters. As the pre-op preparations continued, I was given an anaesthetic, hooked up to another ventilator, wheeled into the OR, wherein the surgeons hooked up my main arteries through large bore tubes to more machines. With a mechanically electric motorised whir, the machines came to life, starting the process of filtering, infusing, and nano transforming my blood. There were racks of blood bags behind the machines containing stem cells, infant blood products, some of my own blood DNA, and some of my new Amazonian parents DNA product. As my own blood was filtered, it was very slowly mixed with the matched blood in the bags. Over time, the ratios of original Little blood to new baby Amazonian blood would change. The filtering process not only scrubbed my blood, but also was a conduit for modification of the DNA. The whole process started a day earlier in NAP, when the blood products being slowly infused into me were chemically mixed in a lab with my DNA, and my new parents' DNA. Thus, I really did become a Bradley child by blood, beyond what the Adoption chip digitally stated. It was also at this point that my DNA was genetically modified to inhibit any further Little development, and introduced Amazonian traits, reinforced with even more stem cells loaded with Amazonian DNA/RNA from my new parents. When this blood was re-introduced back into my bloodstream, body functions took control, chemically and molecularly being reprogrammed to biologically modify bone density and size, organ shapes, sizes, inputs and output levels, fat distribution, muscle sizes and strength. Those cells lost through resizing were ejected into the bloodstream, and passed out towards the filter machines. The whole chemical process took quite some time, a slow but steady pace. A skull cap containing electrodes was gently placed over my head, with the myriad number of wires connected to a computer bank. Even though there was now a chemical transformation process going on inside my brain and the rest of my body, this cap was to be the conduit through which the behavioural, memory, mental and emotional aspects would be tackled. A technician flicked on his monitors, took a look at the health of the system, before finally executing a program. > Booting NAP for Meredith Louise Bradley... please wait ............. > Learning physiological signs from Life Support, please wait.......... It seemed, even with ultrafast computing power, there was a lot of waiting the surgeons and technicians had to endure. > Compiling NAP packages, please wait......... > Randomising state values........ Done > Normalising randomised values to reflect selected age........ Done > Emotional and physiological age = 9mo > Emotional and physiological state = changed per age > Blood born age = 9mo > Bladder state = changed per age > Bowel state = changed per age > Voice state = changed per age > Human attachment = added > Object attachment = added > Fine Motor Skills = modified per age > Coarse Motor Skills = modified per age > Walking skill level = modified / disabled per age > Crawling skill level = added per age > Suckling skill level = set per age > Feeding skill level = set per age The list went on and on, the compiler output rapidly scrolling up the screen. > Baby Learning skill level = set per age > Baby knowledge = added per age Hmm... the technician mused as those two items scrolled up in the list. Shouldn't these settings be set to "modified"? But the thought was fleeting, as the normal third item (Adult Knowledge) didn't appear this time. > Basic life skills = changed per age > Adult skills = deleted The list kept scrolling. Adult skills means loss of adult knowledge, right? By the time the technician had the thought, the compilation was over. Loading another program, the technician specified the newly compiled data file as input, and selected run. A progress bar appeared, and the techie sat back in his chair, looking across at the doctors, monitoring my life support systems. Over eight hours, my body gradually changed shape. To those in the room, those changes were largely unseen, apart from the obvious changes displayed on monitors. To an outsider, like Stowe, I'd be unrecognisable. Once the brain reprogramming was completed, they removed the skull cap, disconnecting my body from the computer banks. Another doctor pushed a large bath-like container full of clear red fluid over to the operating table I was laying on, and locked the wheels. Very carefully I was lifted by straps placed under me, and slowly lowered into the bath until I was completely covered. The fluid immediately went to work to resurface my skin, shrinking it to more naturally cover my much smaller, and still shrinking skeletal frame, with old layers of skin peeling off and dissolving away. The hair on my head changed to a baby fine silky soft whispy blonde colour. My nose changed shape as the fat continued to be redistributed around my face. My slender cheeks started to plump out a touch, with tiny dimples appearing. My adult teeth were dissolved away. Stem cells invaded my gums, to grow the buds of another set of baby milk teeth, and behind them a new set of adult teeth, which would eventually erupt normally years and years later. Because my state wasn't meant to be water proof, the clear red fluid was allowed to flow down my throat, inside me, where it invaded my lungs, causing them to change shape, volume, and density. The nano treatments carried by the fluid also attacked my heart, reducing it in size, which caused it to beat faster and faster quite naturally. I wouldn't see my fantastic Little resting 52bpm for many many years. The red fluid started on my stomach, and eventually seeped into my bladder and bowels. After about 12 hours, the drug and blood therapies were finally complete. Changes within my body were still well in progress, and would continue unabated for another day or so. But these changes were all internal, and my natural body functions to expel wastes were sufficient, so I was removed from the bath, gradually weaned off the bypass machines and filters. The large bore tubes were removed, and I was sewn back up, and wheeled out of the OR to an ICU isolation room. "Mrs Bradley, will you come with me please?", a nurse asked as she approached Jennifer and Keith in the waiting room the following day. Jennifer stood up, looked at Keith, smiled, skipped a few steps, and dutifully followed the nurse down a nondescript hallway to an ornately decorated and quiet room, containing a hospital bed located under a window, and a door leading to a bathroom off to one side. "Oh, this is nice!", Jenn whistled. "You have your supplies we talked about?" "Yes, my husband does" "Ok, I'll go and get him later, but let's get you ready", the nurse said with a smile. She walked over to a cupboard, and pulled out an hospital gown, passing it to Jenn. "If you can completely strip to just your knickers, put this gown on and hop into bed for me, would be good" Jennifer, completely expecting this, quietly complied, and unbuttoned her blouse, unstrapped her bra, pulled down her skirt, and handed them to the nurse, who hung them in the cupboard. Jenn then slipped into the gown, pulled back the sheets and slid into the bed, immediately adjusting the bed head position so she could sit up. The nurse then started taking Jennifer's vitals, recording them on a chart at the end of the bed. "All good, are you ready?" Jennifer could feel her heartbeat rising in anticipation of seeing Meredith for the first time post NAP. "Yes, absolutely", whilst unconsciously wiping her hands together and on the sheets from nerves. I was fast asleep, happily dreaming away, until I began to sense some motion, and sound around me. For the first time in what i thought was a long time, I felt blissfully warm, smothered in a wonderfully soft blanket, totally relaxed with nothing to worry about, and not a pain in my body anywhere. I tried to move, to stretch my legs and arms, but was quite constricted. Slowly opening my eyes, I involuntarily grunted, emitting a weird sound as a result. I could see I was laying partly over on my left side, with something firm against my back, inside a glass box, which was being pushed down a hallway. I really wanted to stretch my legs, but there was little movement. I could sense my knees were bent, legs spread wide apart. I could feel my butt encased in an amazingly soft, but slightly warm nappy, which seemed to have a ridiculously high rise both front and back, single taped, elastic waist gathers up on my rib cage almost! God it felt good though. Must get more of what they put me in. As my want to stretch and move my legs kept failing, I could sense frustration building. At that, I was highly surprised as I felt my face blush a cute red, I let out a yelp, and started crying, real tears beginning to fog my vision, and cascade down my cheeks and my button of a nose My voice was emitting a high, but quiet crying waah, yet another startling discovery. What is happening with my voice? It's cute, but geez, what's happened here? As my cheeks started to blush even more from the exertion of crying, I could also feel goosebumps building up. A thought thundered around my brain, am I a ....? No, impossible. I sensed my glass box stop moving, and opened my eyes to see a nurse open a cover to lean in towards me. With one hand under my head, and another under my lower back and butt, she effortlessly lifted me out of the box. The shock of going from a wonderfully warm box, to a much colder and far larger space, caused more tears. I closed my eyes, and really let out a balling cry for help, tears streaming down my face, nose all a mush. My voice was a bit mousey, and I had to cough a few times to clear my lungs, in amongst the sobs. "Here we go! Got her?", I heard, as I was being passed from the box to someone. "Thanks", came the reply. Now I've heard that voice before, somewhere. It was soft, very feminine, and weirdly reassuring. I was still in full cry mode as I was gently lowered onto Jennifer Bradley's exposed chest. My right cheek touched warm skin, which felt oh so inviting. Oohh, I nuzzled. "Shhhhh now, baby, it's all over, no one will hurt you ever again", that voice quietly commanded. I could feel the blanket being unwrapped from me, more cold air wafting over me, more goosebumps, and the beginnings of a sweet sweet smell envelop me. Very distinctly Amazonian womanly smell. As the blanket was removed, more skin to skin contact ensued, until I sensed I was completely naked except for my nappy, lying on top of this woman who also seemed to be naked, my arms out to my sides. I could finally stretch my legs, and so began to calm down. "Shhhhh", she bent her head to look down at me. I felt the blanket being draped over my back and legs, the cold air warming up around me once more. More intense sweet and sweaty smells saturated my olfactory and brain, intimate and sensual touches of my skin from the Amazon, a massive hand cradling my head, fingers exploring through my hair, another massive hand slowly rubbing my back. I started to revel in the body heat building up around me, on me, caressing my tired body. My eyes opened slowly, as a calming influence started to grip me hard. My right ear was directly over the woman's heart, hearing (and feeling) the very steady and slow thump, thump, thump of her heartbeat through her chest. I could just sense my own heartbeat, which was racing with a much faster cadence. How much more evidence do you need, Meredith? The Amazon woman shifted my positioning on her chest, as my cries finally whimpered out. Warmth and security will do for the moment. My left eye caught her attention, and I was again mesmerised by those deep blue eyes. "Hi, Meredith!", she lovingly spoke, with a huge grin appearing. A few seconds later, I could see tears forming in those eyes, but she fought back from whatever her pain was, to crane down and kiss me lovingly on the cheek, which immediately blushed red. Feeling decidedly secure, comfortable and rosy warm, I closed my eyes, yawned, and fell off to sleep, with a final quiet whimper. Jennifer looked up as Keith appeared in the doorway to the room. "Are we all good?", he asked. "Yup, all good", she responded quietly. "She was a bit upset for a while, but is very much asleep at the moment". "Yes, I could hear her from the waiting room". Keith bent over the bed and delivered a nice sloppy kiss on the forehead of his wife. Jenn followed it up with a kiss on Keith's lips. Keith looked down at the sleeping baby nestled comfortably on her new mum's chest. "Gee, what a change, eh! So small" "Yeah, I'll say. She's perfect, Keith. Absolutely gorgeous". After about a half hour of quiet contemplation between the two giants, with them carefully playing with Meredith's hands and feet, the nurse walked in, and smiled at the scene in front of her. She quickly examined Meredith, before asking Jennifer whether she'd been expressing. "Oh, yes, absolutely, but why?" "You might find Meredith will be hungry when she wakes up is all", the nurse advised. "Ok, thanks. Hey, Keith, can you hand the nurse those bottles I gave you this morning?" Keith reached into the nappy bag, and pulled out a couple of bottles full of milk, handing them over to the nurse, before throwing the bag at the end of the bed. He sat down on the bed's edge, and started to really examine Meredith's face. As he gently touched her button of a nose, she stirred, letting out a tiny rasp, and a yawn. Her fingers were tightly formed into fists, but occasionally would stir and extend, closing back up again at the slightest touch. He extended his pointer finger as Meredith's hand relaxed, and laid it into her palm. Instinctively, Meredith's fingers curled around it, gripping hard, not letting go. He stifled a giggle. After another yawn, a blue eyeball appeared from behind a tired eyelid, and looked straight at Keith. "Hi there, Meredith", Keith cooed. Well, at least they hadn't changed my name, I thought. The Amazon man studying me had a squarish face, a well formed and groomed beard, Incredibly deep blue eyes that sparkled every time he moved them, with a dark brown mop of hair, combed neatly. Well dressed. He looked a tad nervous, but was smiling and giggling away. Overall demeanour was one of quiet confidence though. My gaze moved to my arm, bent 90 degrees at the elbow, resting comfortably on the woman's chest, and my hand, balled into a fist, gripping the man's finger tightly. Why was I doing that? My brain registered that my fingers only just wrapped around his one finger. More goosebumps. I grunted again, and autonomously began to bury my face into the woman's chest. My tummy started to really grumble at that, and I seemed to instinctively know what I needed at that point in time. My arms and legs started slowly moving, stretching, squirming around. But my fingers hadn't lost grip of the man's outstretched pointer. I lifted my head, and emitted another hoarse little sighing cry. "I think Meredith is after something, Jenn" "Ya, do we wait for the bottles to come back, Keith?" "Try breastfeeding anyway" I was effortlessly moved around by hands and arms from the woman I now knew as Jenn. My mum had a real bear of a time manhandling me, but this woman did it with ease. Either she's far stronger than Mum, or I'm totally ignoring the obvious signs, again. After a few seconds, I was settled and cradled in the woman’s left arm, my head at her elbow, my right arm dangling down below me. I felt something wet brush my mouth and lower lip, and I instinctively opened up, to discover a soft warm nipple pushed in. Closing up my mouth around the nipple after a few attempts, another reflex took over, and I tentatively sucked in a small stream of a warm, milky substance. I was instantly reminded of an amazing creamy vanilla malted milk shake I had at Bellamys once, but that was cold, and this… this was warm, yummy, tasty, and oh so filling. I started to suckle harder, being rewarded with more milk each go. My olfactory senses were flooded with a vanilla caramelly milky smell, which just added to the experience and satisfaction overwhelming me as I continued to nurse. My arms relaxed, my left hand relaxed (and let go of the man’s finger), my legs relaxed, my back muscles relaxed, as I drank in the creamy liquid. Closing my eyes was a done deal at this point, but I instinctively kept on suckling. My brain quietly registered a spreading warmth across my butt. What I thought was an age, but really only about 20 minutes, I’d stopped suckling, mostly asleep at this point, but I felt myself being moved again. Starting to sense serious pains in my stomach, I fidgeted a bit and moaned, as I was brought up to Jenn’s left shoulder, and resting my head over it, my back was pounded rhythmically. That pain grew to the point where I started to moan in complete disapproval, but the pounding on my back continued. She shifted the focus of the pounding down to my lower back, and gradually raised the focus each time she pounded further and further up my back. That strategy worked, as I felt a few bubbles of air and milk rise up my oesophagus, and erupt from my mouth in a resounding burp, followed immediately by a few mls of milk. It was not a pleasant experience. “Oh, you good, good baby girl, Meredith”, Jenn cooed at me. Wait, was I just burped? That thought quickly subsided, as I was laid back down onto my left side, where another wet nipple was offered, and I instinctively latched on, beginning to suck more warm, sweet milk. The stomach slowly filled with the nectar of the woman over time, and I slowed down the suckling. My body was absolutely jelly at this point, and I drifted off to a wonderful deep sleep, completely oblivious to my surroundings, and what the two giants were doing to me. “I think she’s finished” “La la land of milk coma, this one is in”, Jennifer replied, as she relaxed, and prised Meredith off her right breast. “But I think I should burp her, and then probably change her nappy”. With the blanket over her right shoulder, she raised Meredith to lean her head on the blanket, and started to pound her back. The girl didn’t whimper, or raise a sound, until about five minutes later, letting out a burp, a squeaky cry, then completely relaxed like a rag doll fast asleep. “Hey, Keith, can you please get the nappy bag for me?” “Sure”, as he went off and grabbed the nappy bag from the end of the bed. Meredith’s new mum gently laid her against her chest, grabbed the blanket, and spread it out on the bed between her legs. Laying Meredith onto the blanket, she then began to examine the hospitals nappy effort. “Gee, these disposables that the hospital has her in are huge on her, and she’s soaked!” Keith reached into the nappy bag, and passed Jennifer a Huggies size 2 cloth-backed disposable nappy, a plain pink PUL-based nappy cover, a new container of disposable wipes, and a tube of Desitin nappy rash cream. Jenn unfolded the new nappy and put it to one side. Grabbing both of Meredith's ankles with one hand, she lifted them up and pushed them towards Meredith's head, forcing her legs to bend and her knees up to her chest. With her bum in the air, Jenn slid the new nappy underneath the used one, and gently lowered Meredith's legs back to the bed. For that movement, Meredith elicited a little protesting cry, but still stayed asleep. With practiced fingers, the used nappie's tapes were both removed from the front panel. Jenn then grabbed the front panel, and peeled it away from Meredith's chest and abdomen. "Awesome, just wet, no poopies to clean up!”, she mumbled to herself Jenn opened the pack of wipes, pulled a wipe out, and proceeded to give Meredith's abdomen and bum areas a thorough clean. She also took time, using a fresh wipe, to do an inspection of her new baby’s girly bits and bum, making sure everything was in place as expected. Next step was the Desitin. Squeezing a small portion out of the tube onto her fingers, she began methodically spreading the nappy rash barrier cream all over Meredith’s girly bits, bum, bum cheeks, and lower abdomen. Happy that her girl’s tush was covered, she grabbed Meredith’s ankles again, lifted them up, and removed the used nappy, leaving the fresh one behind. It was a quick process to close up the fresh nappy between Meredith’s legs to her abdomen, fastening the two tapes onto the front panel, and adjusting the leg and waist gathers. The PUL nappy cover then was slid under Meredith’s butt, the front panel pulled up between her legs to her abdomen, and the wings wrapped around and fastened using velcro panels. Keith rummaged through the nappy bag again, and pulled out a soft pink footed sleeper, and passed it to Jenn. Within a minute, the sleepy Meredith was coaxed into the legs and arms of the sleeper, and Jenn carefully snapped up the legs and crotch. “All done!”, Jenn announced at the end of the process. “She looks good, Jenn. Very happy with the outcome”. Keith was beaming with pride, after being quite worried they’d made the right decision to transform Meredith. It seemed to have been performed without a hitch. “Can you adjust the bed head for me please, Keith?” After adjusting the bed posture so Jennifer was about 10 degrees off lying flat, she picked up Meredith, and laid her again supine on her chest, left arm resting on and supporting Meredith’s butt, her right very lightly rubbing her back. “Ok, darling, I’m off home, I will see you on the morrow!”. Keith stood up, gave his wife a kiss on the lips, gave the sleeping Meredith a peck on an exposed cheek, picked up the used nappy and wipes, threw them in the biohazard waste bin, and walked out, waving goodbye at the door. The nurse returned with the bottles and a warmer, plugging it into a power point behind Jenn’s head, and placing one of the bottles in it. She took a look at Meredith, then asked Jennifer if she wanted to be covered by the blankets lumped at the foot of the bed. “Oh, yes please!” With a motherly glow about her, and a quiet relaxed sleeping baby on her chest, Jennifer let out a loving sigh, and drifted off for a bit of a nap herself. I stifled a yawn as my senses came alive, opening my eyes to discover I was staring at my knees, with my feet tied together by a massive amazonian hand. I couldn't help but groan, as my legs put pressure on my abdomen. "Oh, sorry baby!", I heard as my legs were laid back down. The woman in front of me I recognised as Jenn, glanced at me and smiled, before she returned to the task of finishing changing what I smelt was a soiled nappy. She spread my knees apart, and pulled up the front panel of a fresh Huggies nappy to my belly button, and expertly taped the wings to the front panel. "Have a nice sleep?", she asked, as she pulled down the crotch flaps of my pink sleeper, and fastened the snaps. Another yawn, and I concluded that I'd just had some of the best sleep in some time. This elicited a stretch of my arms, out towards the giant, who took it as a sign I wanted up. She grabbed my outstretched hands, and sat me up between her legs. My hands were soon balled into fists, resting on my thighs. I started to examine myself, and the woman in front of me. I raised my left forearm a bit, opened my fingers. A tad chubby, not at all my svelte self. My legs and feet were covered in the soft flannel of the sleeper. Movement of my hips and legs invoked slight crinkle sounds emanating from my hidden nappy and PUL cover. I smelt of J&J baby lotion, slight whiffs of Desitin, regurgitated milk, and the lingering after smells of the poopy bum. Stifling yet another yawn, I looked past the Amazon to the window, the scene beyond being dark, with pinpoints of light in the distance. Returning to the Amazon woman in front of me, she was studying me as intently as I her. I looked up into those mesmerising blue eyes. My brain connected the dots. "I'm a baby, aren't I?", I asked. Problem with this question? All I heard was total babyish gibberish sounds emitted from my mouth, with some amount of drooling and dribbling, which prompted a surprised expression flow across my face. Jennifer looked intently at me, face contorted into a frown. ”Can you understand me?", a curious Jenn asked quietly. I thought about this question for a second, then nodded, though fine motor skills made it look like I was just bobbing my head. I tried to point at the window, and called out, "mum!?". More gibberish, but the word was mostly there. I could sense Jenn sigh in response. "No, baby girl", she stated, whilst slowly shaking her head. Looking into the woman's eyes, I could see tears forming, with the odd one eventually subject to gravity, and sliding down her cheek. She pointed to herself, while looking directly at me. "Mum", quietly spoken, but with a pained expression. I frowned at her, giving her a slow shake of my head. I tried pointing again at the window, my left arm wobbling around a bit. Jenn took a leap of faith, as I was obviously attempting to interact on an adult level. "Do you remember what happened to your mum?". Tears were streaming down her face at this point, which was causing me to get a bit upset myself. I could see this woman was hurting emotionally. One part of me was crying out with her, but a few synapses were wondering why I felt like I needed to ease her pain, and why I was following her lead emotionally. I looked around the room, at the glass humidicrib next to the bed. It was tiny, certainly not a size which took a full-grown Little. My mind was in overdrive, and so fuddy-duddy topsy-turvey. Memories were disjointed and fuzzy, but one bubbled to the surface, for a brief moment. I was lying on my side, on a road, looking straight at a woman with legs and arms all akimbo, knee pointing one way, foot another. Her face all bloodied, hair mangled. She was looking directly at me. I remember watching helplessly, as life faded from those eyes. As my face distorted from the memory, growing a shade of red, Jenn sensed I was reliving the moment, so she picked me up and brought me to her chest in a loving embrace. As soon as I was lifted, my emotions let go, and I cried my eyes out. I cried so hard, I sometimes had to fight for breath, coughing and spluttering away. I could sense Jenn letting a few sobs go too, from the way her chest moved. A nurse came in to check on us, but Jenn waved her away. It took a bit of effort to settle down, but I think it was the realisation over time that I actually felt quite safe and secure, warm, and being equally loved and cared for by this woman as that provided by mum. That, and I sorta forgot why I was crying in the first place. As I calmed down, my senses came back. Jenn was tenderly rubbing my back, wiping the tears from my cheeks, and singing gently to me. Once my cries died down, Jenn wiped my face with a cloth. She looked at me with a quizzical, but curious look. "Are you ok now?" I thought about the question for a bit, nodded, but kept sobbing. She reached down to the end of the bed, and rummaged through the nappy bag. After a few seconds, she showed me an NUK pacifier, with a pink guard and purple ribbon with a clasp at one end. "I think this might settle you down, Meredith", she whispered as she offered it to me. I instinctively opened my mouth, and started nursing on it, emitting the odd pop, hmmmphh, squeak. She snapped the clasp over a small loop of fabric on my sleeper. After about another 30 minutes of cuddling into Jenn, nursing on the pacifier, a cheek resting on her chest, her chin resting on the crown of my head, being shielded by her warm hugs, and suffering the odd kiss on the forehead or a cheek, I'd calmed right down. Taking the time to introspectively think about my situation, I came to the conclusion that this Jenn and her husband Keith were good people. They seemed to have transformed me somehow, but otherwise I was safe, and being cared for appropriately. Well, maybe too appropriately, as most Littles were heavily babied by their Amazon parents, and sometimes heavily punished. If I was safe, and being cared for, I could live with that for the moment, until I could work out how to contact Stowe, and get him to rescue me. She sat me back between her legs, facing her once more. Putting her hand against her chest, she quietly stated to me, "Baby darling, I am Jennifer Bradley. I'm your new mummy, ok?", emitting a few tears at that question. She poked at my belly, "And you are Meredith Louise Bradley, and I've fallen madly deeply in love with you, Meredith baby. Ok?". More tears. I sat and thought for a few seconds, concluding that yes, I can do this, so I reached out to her, and squealed out, "Mum!!”. "That's right, my beautiful baby girl!", she cooed, as she pulled me up once more to her chest, to give some wonderfully warm loving hugs and lots of kisses. Stowe sat on the couch in Meredith’s office in the very quiet HH&S office suite, contemplating life, the universe, and everything else. In his right hand was a fresh glass of scotch on the rocks, and his left a photo of Mrs Henderson. His world had been ripped apart in one crazy minute, with his motherly employer dead, and the Little love of his life missing. He was kicking himself that he’d left the scene, chasing after the car. Why did he always have to see red when shit like that happened, why on earth didn’t he stay back to support Mum and Meredith? Stowe, you’re a bloody idiot at times, sheesh! Taking a sip of the scotch, he looked up towards Meredith’s empty desk chair, silently wondering whether he’d ever see her again, whether she’d ever fill that chair again. A wave of melancholy overcame him, and the quietness of the office was interrupted by a few quiet sobs, some hot tears rolling down his face. Another sip of the sweet woody tasting scotch, and he looked at the photo of Mrs H. Her funeral was that morning. Meredith never appeared, even though HH&S advertised the funeral in all the papers and online sites. Enquiries at all three city hospitals yielded nothing as to her whereabouts. Privacy laws precluded them from telling him anyway whether a person (even a Little) called Meredith Henderson had been admitted. For all his investigative prowess, he’d come up empty handed, bar the glass of scotch. Fuck sake, man, get your shit together, you need to find Meredith, and deal with that stupid driver! After downing the remnants of the scotch, Stowe opened the cupboard near Meredith’s desk, pulled out his pistol, racked the slide, placed it in his shoulder holster, and walked out of the HH&S office suite, turning off the lights, and closing the suite up behind him. He at least knew where to start looking.

So yeah. I've known I've had PTSD for a while. It's something that someone had to tell me (a therapist), and even now I just don't feel like I've got it, mostly because there's never been a moment in my life where this particular demon wasn't just over my shoulder. I'm 31 years old. This shit just... drags on me. Yeah, I've got the symptoms. Not all of them for sure, but enough for a solid diagnosis. I need someone in my life who's there, who will dig through the miles of emotional scarring from years of physical, emotional, and possibly sexual (don't know because I can only recall a single event and even that one is fuzzy) abuse. The problem is I can't stand to let people that close because of the scarring. It hurts for people to be close to me. It terrifies me when people even want to hug me. I just... can't deal with it at times. I want attention. I want to be left alone. I want contact with another human being, but the same thing sends me into massive panic attacks. I need the love and support of another person, but I won't be able to let them give it to me. I can't. Because the last time I had people who were supposed to be loving and supportive, they beat me. They threatened me. They belittled me and criticized every little thing I did right down to attempts to clean things. I'm just... broken. I don't have all the pieces, and the ones I do have don't fit together. I need the glue to salvage myself, but have no way to pay for it. I just needed to get this off my chest, hopefully to people who won't judge.