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  1. Hi all! So, I'll preface this by saying I've only ever read Diaper Dimension stories before, never written one. I've never written ANY AB/DL content before. Normally my works are fanfiction, and otherwise action-based. So if the pacing in this seems a bit awkward, that's the reason. But I really like the ideas presented in so many Diaper Dimension stories, and am hoping I can make my own contribution, no matter how small. Chris, after running for almost twenty minutes, had come to rest in an alleyway, hidden behind several trash cans. Trying to remain as quiet as possible, he struggled to get his breathing under control as he went over the events of the last day-and-a-half. Trying to figure out just how his vacation went to hell. To be fair, it was probably the decision at the start to spend it in the other dimension. When he first heard about the world beyond the portals, he was intrigued immediately. A world of amazing science bordering on fiction, and ruled by a class of people generally known as the Amazons. A few years later, and he learned that it was now being permitted for civilians to enter through the portals in tour groups, so he had begun saving up immediately. He had gone with a small group of four, but was instructed to go nowhere without a guide. He had inquired why, and was only told that a guide was the only way to ensure his protection. Despite being a fully grown adult, twenty-four years of age, in the new world he would be considered a 'Little.' Another of the classes in the new dimension. He wasn't sure why exactly he might need protection, until the group came through the portal. The Amazons, apparently believing that Littles were no better than children, would often claim even fully grown littles as their own. Chris watched in fascination and a hint of disgust as he watched people his age getting treated as everything from toddlers to infants. Many were being kept only in diapers. He even witnessed a couple nursing at the giant breasts of their Amazon 'parents.' Chris was told that so long as he stayed with his guide, however, it was illegal for one of the giant men or women to take him. At the end of the first day, they had made their way to their hotel. All four of them, plus their guide, an in-betweener – Someone too big to be considered a little, but too small to be considered Amazon – were staying in one room. And despite the horror show throughout the day that was the forced babying of Littles, Chris found himself drifting into an easy sleep. Why shouldn't he? He was a tourist, he had a guide, and there was safety in numbers. The next day was when things began going south. When Chris awoke, the hotel was being protested. The group of protesting giants was large, furiously chanting, and waving signs that said things like 'Protect the Littles!' and 'Mothers know best.' Their guide kept a neutral face, but his tone showed he was worried. As he ushered the group toward the rear exit to avoid the Amazon protesters, he explained that the group had been causing all sorts of problems for the tours. Apparently, their idea of 'protecting' Littles meant protecting them from themselves, locking them into diapers and cribs since a Little clearly --- in their eyes --- couldn't be trusted to care for themselves. They couldn't legally take any of them while they had their guide, but according to the in-betweener, they had begun to grow more zealous in the last several months and it would be best to avoid them entirely. He had the four holding hands as they exited the building out the back. The rest of the day was thankfully uneventful until lunch. The group visited a museum and were instructed on the history of this alternate world. To be fair, only one of them was paying that much attention. Chris was too busy watching the babied Littles. It was like a car wreck on the highway to him. He didn't really want to watch, but it was fascinatingly horrifying, and thus more compelling than hearing how similar or different this dimension's past was from his own. Two others – a couple that had introduced themselves as Elizabeth and Jake – were too busy sucking face. Apparently they were fresh from college and had just started dating about two months prior. The last member of their group, a young man named Mark, was actually paying rapt attention. He was a history major and was planning on getting first-hand knowledge of the other dimension and how it differed from their own. Their tour was providing all their food, as they were told not to trust any food or beverages given to them by Amazons, which meant returning to the hotel for lunch. The hotel which was still under protest. Before they could reach the relative safety inside, all hell broke loose. x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x He awoke with a start, having fallen asleep in his hiding place. It was getting dark now, and he assumed safe to find a new shelter for the night, so that he could hopefully get back to the portal at the tourism center tomorrow. Peaking out from behind his trash can wall, Chris climbed out and made to move as discretely as possible from alley to alley, making his way across the town. By nightfall, he had made his way to a public park. It was nearly empty now, so he ducked towards the playground. The castle-like structure of the jungle-gym wouldn't provide much protection, but it had walls to hide behind, and a roof in case of rain. And it was warm enough out that he wouldn't freeze from sleeping outside. He would also hopefully find that this public playground would also have a public restroom. He hadn't gone since breakfast, and he was starting to feel pressure from his bladder. For the first time all day, Chris actually smiled and let out a relieved sigh. But sadly, it seemed fate was not as kind as he had hoped. The feeling of the ground leaving him filled his stomach with dread as he was grabbed under the armpits and lifted from behind. Struggling, he was turned around to see the curious face of a young Amazon woman. “What are you doing out here by yourself? Especially at this time of night?” She asked. Chris actually stopped struggling, a spark of hope within him. Despite his position, she had just spoken to him without a single coo or bit of baby talk. “Long story,” he said after a moment. “I'm not from around here, and got separated from my tour guide.” He realized his mistake almost immediately. Just because the young lady spoke to him normally at the moment, didn't mean she wouldn't decide to take him anyway. The Amazon gasped and actually looked concerned. He took notice of her features now. Chocolate brown eyes matched her hair, which was pulled into a ponytail and hung just past her shoulder blades. She was lean, but had a bit of muscle to her which suggested she worked out. “Well, you don't want to sleep at the park. Any cop that comes around on patrol will ship you off to an orphanage without a second thought.” Making up her mind, she pulled the once-again struggling man close, his head now over her shoulder. “Hush and stop squirming. It's either come with me, or off to the orphanage. And I promise you, little one, the first option is going to be your best bet. Besides, you need a bath. You smell like a dumpster.” Chris blushed a bit at the comment, but stopped struggling for now. He didn't know what an Orphanage for Littles entailed, but he felt he wanted no part in it. His option with this new women didn't seem much better though as her entire demeanor seemed to change. “I've been thinking about adopting for a while now, anyway.” she continued, still speaking to him like an adult, but rubbing his back and patting his butt, bouncing him as she walked as though trying to calm an actual baby. “So what's your name, Sweetie?” Chris didn't answer, the shock of what was now happening to him beginning to set in. After a few moments of silence, the Amazon continued in a sing-song voice. “If you don't tell me, Mommy's going to make one up for you...” “You're not my 'Mommy.” Chris grumbled, but yelped when he received a sharp slap to the rear. Even through his pants it stung something fierce. “This shouldn't even be happening. And I'm probably older than you are-OW!” Another smack to his butt. “A, I absolutely am your Mommy, and you will refer to me only as that, or Mama” she declared sternly. “Regardless of how you got separated from your guide, it happened, and now I'm claiming you. B, it's totally legal. Not only are you all alone, but it's clear you've got nowhere to stay now. And a homeless Little is more than fair game, it's any good Amazon's responsibility to get that Little under their loving care and protection. And C, yeah, you probably are. I'm nineteen, which for your information is a year older than I need to be to claim you without permission from my own parents. With permission, an Amazon can legally adopt a little at sixteen.” Chris went silent again at that information. “Listen,” his new 'Mommy' continued. “You be a nice baby, and I'll be a nice Mommy. Misbehave, and there has to be consequences. So, please tell me your name.” “Chris,” he said after a moment. “My name is Chris.” The Amazon nodded with a grin as her sternness disappeared. “Well, Chris, we're almost home,” she announced, going back to bouncing him. “We live with your new Auntie and her Little. I just know you'll have so much fun playing with your new cousin. She doesn't talk much though since your Auntie had her teeth removed...” The Amazon felt the Little in her arms stiffen and begin to shake, so she began to rub his back. “Shhhh, it's ok Honey. Your cousin was just a biter. Jenny and I couldn't feed the poor thing because it was like nursing a little shark. Believe me, as long as you take care not to bite Mommy, or Auntie if she feeds you, I'll let you keep all your little teefers.” This didn't help calm Chris down in the slightest. “Wait, you both breastfeed her?” he asked. She nodded with a smile. “Sometimes. You can't expect an Amazon woman to live with a cute little doll like my niece and not start to leak all over the place. It helps relieve the pressure on Mommy's boobies, and it's better bonding time for babies to take from the source instead of us having to pump. So to answer your next question, Sweetie, yes, Mommy will make sure you get good, healthy breastmilk multiple times a day, and if a situation comes up where your Auntie is watching you, she might nurse you as well.” At this point, Chris was actually beginning to tear up in frustration as they moved up the driveway of what he had to assume was the house shared by the sisters. Both from the situation and from the fact that the constant bouncing on the way here had brought to the forefront the pressure in his bladder that had been growing since the incident where he and the group got separated. “I really have to pee, so if you could please hurry,” he announced. The Amazon just rolled her eyes, but neither stopped bouncing him, nor lost her smile as she began to dig in her pockets for her keys. “Of course you do,” she said, as though it were obvious. “Which is why Littles should always be wearing protection. With your tiny little bladders, it's amazing you can hold any liquids at all. Speaking of which, this is the only time Mommy's going to ask you to try and hold it, since you aren't wearing a diapie yet. But if you can't, it won't be the first time I've had a Little pee on me and probably won't be the last, so I won't be mad. And given how much has happened to you today, I won't be surprised...There we are!” Pulling her keys from her pocket, she took a moment to re-situate Chris in her arms with a big bounce. He felt his bladder go from high pressure to red alert and it took everything he had to stop himself, though he knew a few drops had managed to trickle out. Kicking off her shoes in the entryway, the giant carried him upstairs, and Chris let out a squeak as a bit more urine leaked out into his pants with each step. He visibly flinched at the squeal of delight that he heard when they reached the top of the stairs. “Kenzie, you got a Little?” the voice asked, and he was turned around to see his 'Auntie' for the first time. There was no doubt the two were sisters. The new Amazon had the same brown eyes and hair that his definitely crazed kidnapper had, and a face that was remarkably similar. However, she was actually taller than his new mother, and kept her hair short, letting it hang down only far enough to brush her shoulders. “I did,” the now named 'Kenzie' replied, beaming with pride. “Poor thing was wandering the streets after losing his guide. I couldn't let him fend for himself, or get taken to an orphanage, Jenny.” The sisters nodded at each other as if what Kenzie was doing was in any way better. “So he's from the other dimension, then?” Jenny asked, and Kenzie nodded. “He was,” she replied.”But this is his home now.” Throwing him back over her shoulder, she cuddled Chris into a tight hug. That was the last straw, and Chris yelped as the flow of urine broke free. “Uh oh,” Kenzie said, realizing what was happening and quickly moving onto the hardwood floor of the kitchen to avoid staining the carpet. Chris felt her hand on his back as she just held him close, As the wetness soaked through his clothes and hers, he whimpered pathetically, but Kenzie just continued to rub his back and lightly bounce him, whispering into his ears. “It's ok, Sweetheart,” she said. “Mommy isn't mad, she told you she wouldn't be mad.” Chris began to actually cry now, the tears flowing freely. Not only did he, a grown man, just wet his pants and urinate all over a girl who was younger than him, but she was acting as if the only reason he was upset was because he thought she'd be mad. “Just let it all out, Honey,” she cooed. “We were gonna give you a bath anyway.” “Awww,” Jenny sighed. “Don't worry little guy. Sarah did the same when I brought her home. We know you need protection.” He couldn't see her, but heard her walking up to them. He shivered as the last of his pee dripped out. But when he opened his mouth to actually say something, something was shoved into it instead. He looked up to see Jenny holding a pacifier in place in his mouth. “Just suck on this, Baby, you'll feel better. And Auntie will go make you a nice warm bath.” “Thank you,” Kenzie said, taking her sister's place at holding the pacifier in his mouth until, defeated, he began to just suck on it on his own. “That's it, Honey-Bunny. Just suck on the paci.” Within moments, Chris found himself sitting naked on the cold kitchen floor, his wet clothes unceremoniously dumped in the trash, while Kenzie began to wipe up the puddle on the floor with paper towels. At this point he wasn't even thinking about escape from these people. After everything, a bath sounded good right now. x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x The warm water did serve to calm him down. The thorough cleaning of every part of his body, genitals included, did not. Nor did the stinging gel she used to clean every part of him save for the top of his head. He soon found out what the gel was for, as every bit of hair that it touched, arm, leg, back, chest, and even his face and pubic hair, simply wiped away with each pass of the wash cloth. Chris would have made a joke about being smooth as a baby's bottom, but it was definitely not the time for jokes, especially of those kind. When Mommy – Kenzie, he corrected himself. He had a name now, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of actually thinking of her as 'Mommy' – pulled the now clean and mostly hairless man from the bath, Jenny came in carrying her own Little. “I had to get her up for this,” she said, quietly. “Sarah, can you say hi to your new cousin?” she turned the young woman in her arms around, grabbing her hand and making her wave. Sarah just looked exhausted and held a mostly defeated look in her eye. She opened her mouth in a yawn and Chris again went rigid at the sight of those toothless gums. As Chris was swaddled into a towel, Jenny continued speaking. “Are the kids going to share the crib? It's big enough for the both of them.” Kenzie looked thoughtful for a moment. “Hmmm, no. Not tonight at least. Chris can sleep in the playpen next to my bed for now.” Jenny just nodded. “He doesn't look any bigger than Sarah here, so her diapers should fit. I put a clean pair of her jammies out too,” she said as they entered a room down the hall that made Chris begin whimpering again. The nursery. He looked over and thought he saw a twinge of pity in Sarah's eyes, before he was placed on the changing table, a strap hooked over him to keep him in place. Kenzie grinned ear to ear, and now devolved into full-on baby talk as she pulled a crinkly, white, baby's diaper out and gripped his ankles in one hand, pulling his bottom off the table, before placing it back down on the soft padding. “Baby's first diapie!” she cooed, liberally sprinkling him with baby powder, rubbing it all over his crotch and butt, making sure he was fully covered with it. He looked away in humiliation, and was met with the sight of Jenny sitting in the corner rocker, shirt lifted, bra-less, and with Sarah's mouth working the nipple of her left breast. His face crinkled in disgust at the thought and he didn't even pay attention to the diaper being taped to him, forcing his legs apart from its bulk. He remained distracted until Jenny noticed his gaze and giggled. “I think somebody's hungry, sis,” she announced. “I know its past his bedtime, but you should probably feed him, and he'll probably need a change immediately after.” Chris tried to scoot away, but he was being held in place by Kenzie, who was slipping his arms into the sleeves of the one-piece footie pajamas. Chris looked down and grimaced. Pink. Princess. Footie pajamas. “Oh, don't you look adorable!” Kenzie squealed, turning him to show her sister, who gave the exact same squeal. “You know, if you let that hair grow out and then put it into pigtails, it would be unbelievably cute. Maybe little Chris should be little Christina instead.” Chris's eyes widened, and he looked between the two sisters. They couldn't be serious, could they? “No, not little Christina,” Kenzie said, and Chris let out a sign of relief. But because fate was simply screwing with him at this point, once again, it was too soon to relax. “I'm more partial to 'Crystal' myself,” she said. “Yeah, Crystal sounds right.” Jenny's grin contrasted Chris's horrified gape. “So I've got a little niece instead of a nephew?” she asked, burping Sarah, before trying to switch her to the other breast. Kenzie looked down at Chris, who was vehemently shaking his head in the negative, and could see nothing but how that would look with those future pigtails whipping back and forth. “Definitely,” she agreed, and Chris felt his stomach plummet as she lifted him. Then she noticed that Sarah was apparently done with her feeding without finishing off Jenny's other breast. “Why don't you take her to the living room. She can even you out while I set up the playpen in my room.” As the dozing Sarah was deposited in her crib, and Chris was handed off to Jenny, his new Auntie looked uncertain. “Are you sure that's ok? Wouldn't you rather be the first one to nurse her?” Even despite the subject, Chris was concerned with how quickly they had transitioned to referring to him as a girl. Kenzie shook her head and kissed Chris's forehead. “A little,” she admitted. “But I know it feels awkward only having one breast get drained, and it's always nicer than pumping. Besides, she'll get plenty of Mama's milk.” “And you also want to see if she's a biter before you nurse her yourself,” Jenny playfully fired back, and her sister looked a bit sheepish. “She knows the consequences of biting. I told her about it on the way home.” Jenny just rolled her eyes as she positioned Chris on her hip. “Well, come on Princess,” she said, turning out of the nursery. “Let's go get you some nummies.” Chris squirmed in her grip but she held fast. With the swiftness only a mother could muster, she held him on her hip, nabbed two remotes, and by the time she had sat down and put him in her lap, she already had a movie selected and started. Chris tried to slide down onto the floor, but was caught, and repositioned, cradled in the crook of Jenny's arm, staring up at the already revealed breast. He clamped his mouth shut and turned his head as far from her nipple as possible. “Sweetie, you've got to be hungry. If you've been running around all day, I doubt you've eaten.” Chris grunted in response, but didn't open his mouth. Jenny blew a strand of hair from her face. “Always difficult at first,” she muttered, before speaking aloud again. “If you don't eat, Little one, I guarantee your Mommy will have no problem with me giving you a spanking.” “She's right, I won't,” came the voice of Kenzie from down the hall. Jenny nodded in satisfaction. “Which means one of two things can happen. Either you can be a good girl and eat, or you can be a bad girl, have your butt smacked, and then eat. You're eating either way, it's your choice whether you have a sore behind or not.” Chris remembered the walk here, how Kenzie smack him in the butt a few times while carrying him. That was casual during a walk and it hurt then. What would a legitimate spanking be like. He gave a whine, but ultimately turned back to Jenny's breast and hesitantly opened his mouth. And just like that, her flesh met his tongue. There was far more than he thought there was, the nipple filling a large portion of his mouth alone. He thought for a moment about trying to pull away, but as milk began to flow over his taste-buds, his mind began to grow hazy. Why was he struggling again? This stuff was delicious. He had enough presence of mind to avoid using his teeth, but other than that, once he found a rhythm he was suckling greedily. Jenny smiled and sighed. This was indeed better than pumping. It didn't take long for Chris to take what milk Sarah had not, and he whined, annoyed when the milk stopped coming and Jenny removed him from her boob. He was still in a daze as he was passed off to Kenzie, already waiting topless, and her own nipple slipped past his lips. He was vaguely aware of her rubbing his back and whispering softly in his ears, but he was too focused on the milk to listen. By the time this breast ran dry, he was beginning to feel full. Rather than replace him directly on her other boob, Chris was somewhat confused as he was thrown over her shoulder instead, his head resting on a soft cloth. A few firm pats to his back told Chris she was trying to burp him, and had he not still been out of it, he probably would have tried to muster some sort of resistance. No sooner had he held the thought 'she can't be serious,' then Chris let out a powerful belch, and spit up a bit of milk as well. He let out a few more smaller burps, and then it was back to suckling. x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x Chris came to just as a new, dry nighttime diaper was taped to him, and the pajamas zipped back up. He realized the sisters were talking, just not to him. “...And you've emailed your professors to let them know you're taking a few weeks for maternity?” Jenny asked. “Yup,” Kenzie replied. “I'll need the car tomorrow to bring her in for registration, and then I also plan on making an appointment with Dr. Nemeth.” Jenny nodded as Kenzie picked up the freshly diapered little. “That's fine, but I'll go out first to the store and buy a second carseat. The kids can't exactly share that.” Jenny punctuated the sentence by placing a wet kiss on Chris's cheek. “Night-night, Princess.” Carried into Kenzie's bedroom, Chris groaned. “What just happened?” he asked, getting a giggle in response. “You went into a milk-haze, sweetheart,” she explained. At his confused look, she elaborated. “Amazon breastmilk has an addictive effect on Littles, and can make them zone out during feedings. I bet you didn't even know you had wet your diaper until halfway through changing you, right?” Chris just blushed, embarrassed that she was indeed correct. “Though I'm surprised. Another side-effect is bowel incontinence and yet you didn't make any poopies at all,” she continued, sounding confused and disappointed. “Even if you consider that it was only your first time, having three boobies at once should have done something. Especially if you've gone as long without pooping as you had peeing earlier. I'll have to ask the Doctor about it tomorrow.” She laid him down on the padded mat of the playpen. No pillow, but there was a blanket that she used to cover him. She kissed her fingers, tapping them against his nose, before getting ready for bed herself. Stripping her pants off, bringing a blush to the Little's face, the already topless Amazon threw a baggy t-shirt on, leaving her in just that and her panties. Lights off, she flopped into her bed. “Do you want a lullaby, Honey? I don't mean to brag, but I do a mean Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.” Chris just frowned and rolled to his side, not facing her. Kenzie's face fell slightly at the actions, but just passed it off as her new daughter being tired and crabby. “I'm leaving, tomorrow,” Chris insisted, and Kenzie's frown deepened. She propped herself onto her elbows and gazed through the dark into the playpen. “The only things happening tomorrow is you getting registered, getting a checkup, and getting lots of cuddles and love from Mommy. You'll be getting chipped at the registration office, and that chip will not only let you be tracked if you get lost, it also will deactivate any portal you get within five feet of. You are not going back to that other dimension without Mama's permission, and I'm not giving my little girl up.” Chris was suddenly hoisted by the large woman and flopped onto her bed. Within moments he was swaddled in his blanket too tightly to move. A large pink pacifier was shoved in his mouth as Kenzie placed the now immobile Little back in the playpen. “There is going to be no more fuss about leaving now, Crystal,” she continued sternly. “You are my baby, I am your Mommy, this is your home. And once you're registered, you'll have nothing to do but accept it.” Chris struggled against the blanket as Kenzie rubbed his stomach. If what she said was true, then he had to get away tonight, escape into the dark while the rest of the house's inhabitants were asleep. Unfortunately, his belly was full of breast milk, he was laying on an admittedly soft mat, having his belly gently rubbed, and the giant woman doing the rubbing was now actually singing to him softly. Two renditions of Twinkle Twinkle and half-way through 'You are my Sunshine,' and Chris was out like a light.
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  2. From the album: Christine's Rubber panties

    This is a panty that is part of a see through pink pearlsecent babydoll
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  3. Formerly titled "Kokoro No Sokokara Aishiteiru" but upon reflection, I think Yokai Heart suits the story better. And it's easier to say. YOKAI HEART by C.K. Cute Kitten “Valentine’s Day sucks.” Yukihime shifted on the hard wooden seat. His voice was high and girly sweet. The crinkle of his diaper filled his ears. The murmur of quiet conversation around the small coffee shop drowned out the noise; no one looked at what appeared to be a pretty girl and her crinkly, bulky underwear. He tugged on his pink and purple plaid skirt, trying to hide the bulge of his thick diaper. He wore leggings under his skirt to keep him warm in the February cold, but the obnoxiously bright pink of his diaper showed through the white fabric. A sparkly lilac sweater, frilly purple socks, and sneakers covered in pink glitter completed the ensemble. He could kill Chika for dressing up like this. Over his leggings, but under his skirt, a HKAFO-hip knee ankle foot orthosis- brace encased his left leg. The nerves in that leg were damaged; he had only partial control and feeling. The hard plastic and metal of the brace gave him the support he needed to walk. Without his brace, he needed a wheelchair. The metal bar extended past his hip to his waist while the stiff plastic wrapped around his lower abdomen and back. This gave him support and control over the hip that never healed right. The humongous pink diaper came up past his leggings, past his brace, to his sternum. Chika had bought the wrong size again. Sometimes he thought she did it on purpose. “You’re the one with a date and a fiance. What are you complaining about?” Chika flicked glittery heart shaped confetti scattered on the round table at him. Red, white, and pink hearts bounced off the red glass vase filled with fake roses. Yuki stuck his tongue out at her. “The gaijin celebrate this holiday all wrong. Back home, all I have to do is give Ichiro chocolate.” Yuki’s gaze flicked to the heart shaped box of chocolate dipped strawberries covered with heart shaped sprinkles. Not giving Ichiro something on Valentine’s Day felt wrong, even if they were celebrating it the American way. “Then a month later on White Day he gives me white chocolate. It’s easy. Simple. Here, we’re supposed to go out on a date then…..s-sex…” His cheeks pinked. He dropped his eyes, shifting uncomfortably. His diaper crinkled. His pulse sped up and his stomach rolled, queasy with old memories. Old fears and hurts- hands tearing his clothes, squeezing his throat, pinching and twisting his nipples so hard they bled. He, Chika, and Ichiro were Japanese yokai from Ikai Nippon- the Japanese Otherworld. The Spirit World. The World Over Yonder. Humans lived in Sekai Nippon with all its modern amenities and technology. Some of that trickled into the land of Ikai, but time moved slower there. Yokai society was heavily feudalistic with clans, aristocrats, and fighting- especially against certain kinds of yokai that cannibalized other yokai and humans. Internal conflicts were rampant. Yokai, for the most part, preferred their world to the realm of humans; they felt constrained and sometimes insulted by numerous pointless laws- like the law of 1876 that banned samurai from carrying swords. But they loved the inventions humanity came up with. Back home in Ikai, Yuki had been sexually assaulted. His sister had almost died from a disease; her medicine was expensive. To afford it, Yuki had sold his virginity to a brothel. The client got off on hurting people; a mutual sexual encounter had turned violent. Yuki ended up in the ICU with a shattered cheekbone, dislocated jaw, crushed trachea, snapped spine, broken ribs, punctured lung, and both hips torn out of joint. Ichiro was nothing like that rutting bastard. Ichiro was honorable. Patient. Gentle. Yuki trusted Ichiro. Yet the emotional, irrational part of him feared intimacy with his future husband in an arranged marriage. “Sex is the best part. The round eyes have the right idea. Us women don’t have to do anything but look pretty and we get flowers, chocolate, jewelry, and a fancy dinner. I made sure Ichiro got you something nice.” Chika tugged down her low cut sweater dress so more of her cleavage showed. At home in Ikai, she was one of the most well endowed yokai. She always had men panting after her. Here in America, even with a pushup bra she got less attention than she was used to. When Yuki didn’t reply, she quit fussing with her clothes and raised her head. Yuki’s big eyes glimmered with remembered pain and fear. His pink lips trembled. The haunted expression gutted her. “Ah, shit.” She reached across the table, careful not to knock their lattes over, and grasped Yuki’s soft, small hands. Her fingers squeezed his smaller ones. “Ichiro would never hurt you.” “I know. I’m being stupid. Forget about it.” Yuki tugged his hands free then fanned one in front of his face like chasing away a bad smell. A small, cynical part of him thought Chika was obligated to say those words. She was a distant cousin of Ichiro’s. Both belonged to the Nakatomi clan, the most powerful clan in Ikai. Yuki hailed from the Soga clan, in the lowest rung of aristocracy. The Soga were a dwindling, crumbling house; nobility in name only. Long ago, they had been mighty and powerful. Now they were paupers, their ancestors’ legacy a tattered shroud. “He loves you. I’m not just saying that to make him look good. He really does love you from the bottom of his heart.” Factual certainty weighed Chika’s words, like she was telling Yuki the sun rose every morning and water was wet. Chika poked at some sugar packets by the rose vase. Ichiro was the second heir of the Nakatomi clan; a yokai prince. Chika was a distant cousin from a much lower ranking branch within the clan. Her lineage demanded loyalty to her prince. “I don’t doubt you. I just...don’t understand how. He’s Nakatomi no Ichiro. I’m not a real Soga. I’m not even a real girl.” Yuki’s vision blurred. His long, inky lashes fluttered, blinking back tears. He’d been born a male yukionna yokai. The snow maidens practiced male infanticide. No one knew why, though some speculated the reclusive yukionna practiced a perverted, inverted mix of Buddhist and Confucian beliefs. Part of that corruption was killing male offspring. Yukionna were also notorious for killing any males they slept with. As a baby, he’d been left to die, exposed to the elements. Instead, he’d been found by one of the Soga clan and adopted. He couldn’t live as a male yukionna- the yukionna would hunt him down and kill him by any means necessary. His adoptive father had yokai doctors perform a vaginoplasty to turn him female, to protect him. Yuki had been too young to remember. He’d been raised as a girl, even if he never felt like one on the inside. “Hey, don’t cry.” Chika dropped her sugar packets on the table. Heart confetti scattered. She reached across the table; her fingertips brushed under Yuki’s eyes, wiping away stray tears. “I change your diapers. I know you’re just as much of a girl as I am.” Yuki winced, scooting back in his seat with a crinkle. His plaid skirt flipped up. The unmistakable diaper bulge was on display for all to see. The pink diaper with purple hearts shone clearly through the white cotton leggings. He didn’t notice. The padding swaddling him grew warm as he peed, but he paid no attention. His diaper would protect him. He scrubbed his eyes, angrily wiping away the tears. Chika made things sound so simple. Did his vagina really make him a girl? In the eyes of most people, it did. He just saw himself as a surgically modified male who had to live as a girl. He’d never say that out loud. To the rest of the world, he was female. His name- Yukihime, snow princess- was a slap in the face to the yukionna. His adoptive father’s way of showing contempt for the creatures who’d left an infant to die. “You’re right.” Yuki’s voice was as bitter as the green tea in his untouched tea latte. Chika licked his tears off her fingers. “Weird. I always forget yukionna tears aren’t salty at all. Tastes like fresh rainwater.” She picked up her four sugar packets, shaking them. “Besides, love isn’t something planned or rational. It just happens.” She dumped the sugar into her latte and stirred, metal spoon clinking off the ceramic cup. “Ichiro and I were the only yokai on campus until the Nakatomi sent you to be my nanny. Ichiro likes humans. He’s fascinated with gaijin culture. Isn’t that why he came here to finish his medical degree? But we both know he’d never lay with a human. I’m only here because the yukionna sniffed around home too much, in Ikai and in Sekai. Father was concerned for my safety so he sent me here. It’s only natural Ichiro and I sought each other’s company. But for it to turn into a marriage contract between our clans...the Soga are too low for the Nakatomi to even consider…” “Don’t doubt Ichiro’s love for you. He went to war for you. He never defied the clan head and elders before. He threatened to leave the clan, live in exile. He broke a marriage contract. That man moved the heavens to be with you. He loves you. Don’t doubt him.” Chika’s spoon jabbed at Yuki’s nose. The sweetness of caramel and sugar mixed with the bitter bite of espresso filled his nostrils. Coffee dripped from the spoon onto the fabric roses. “I don’t. I doubt myself.” Yuki pushed the spoon away. Wet warmth flooded over his crotch with no warning; the thick padding surrounding him whisked the wetness away. He knew all Ichiro had done for him. For them. He defied his clan, broke tradition. Those things meant nothing to humans, particularly the foreign barbarians. To yokai, they were everything. Their family name, their clan, was part of their identity. Their history. Their connection to their ancestors. Their place in the world. To humans, family name meant little. Humans were lost, adrift in a world with no roots to hold them in place. No idea of who they were. Yuki pitied them. And Ichiro had been willing to give all that up for garbage like him. “But you’re adorable! You’re so cute. Like a baby doll. You’re even prettier than me. Ichiro’s into that sweet, innocent thing. He’s going to love your outfit. Especially those cute Valentine diapers.” “Chika!” Yuki glowered at her, his pale baby doll cheeks turning pink in an embarrassed blush. He looked around the crowded cafe, but the patrons were all absorbed in their own conversations or phone screens. Even if any of the people close enough to hear understood Japanese, they’d have trouble with the old fashioned cadences of the Ikai dialect. He tugged on his skirt, trying to cover up his gigantic diaper. “What? Do you want your binky?” “Chika.” Yuki growled, blushing some more. His baby paraphernalia belonged at home; Chika was teasing. Chika loudly slurped her caramel latte with espresso shots. She grimaced at the taste. “Needs more sugar. And it’s getting cold.” She wrapped her hands around the cup. A static charge filled the air around her as she used her youki, her yokai energy. Seconds later, steam curled up in wisps from the cup. She reached for the sugar packets. Yuki’s spoon smacked her knuckles. “You’ve got enough sugar in there to kill a horse.” “Ouch! Yuki! So mean!” Chika sucked on her abused knuckles, pouting like a kicked puppy. “And you call me childish.” “I’m not the one in diapers.” “I don’t have much choice.” Yuki didn’t sound bitter, just matter of fact. He wasn’t potty trained. Not anymore. Not since he’d started his poison conditioning as a Nakatomi bride. As part of the ruling elite, the Nakatomi-especially the clan leaders- engaged in politics. Ikai politics were dirty and potentially deadly. The elite clans made their members immune to poisons through exposure therapy to build up their bodies’ tolerance. Conditioning started in childhood, with doses increasing little by little until they could survive even a lethal dose. As a lowly Soga, Yuki had not been part of that world. As the bride of the Nakatomi clan’s second heir, he was suddenly thrust into that world. Yuki was behind in poison conditioning. To catch up, he was on a strict regimen overseen by Ichiro and Chika. With his medical background, Ichiro was in charge. Once a month, Yuki was given a concentrated dose of yokai poison. Normally, poison conditioning was slow, increments over years. Time was a luxury Yuki didn’t have. His conditioning was condensed, his doses concentrated. This sped the process up, but at a price. As his body processed the poison, the higher functions of his brain shut off. This left him an overgrown baby for several days. A trip back to babyhood as his body absorbed and processed the poison. Yuki recovered just fine for the most part. Most things stayed in tact- his memories, his skills. It was all there. His fine motor skills were sometimes shaky, but he still retained them. His potty training was gone. His brain still retained the steps involved in using the toilet, but his bladder and bowels didn’t get the message. Those muscles could no longer retain his pee or his poop. He never knew he had to go until he felt it enter his diaper. He knew he should mind much more than he did. His diapers were strangely comforting. The thick padding soothed him, made him feel protected and safe. His pacifier was another source of comfort. Chika and Ichiro made him feel loved. Even when he was in his adult mind, he enjoyed nursing his pacifier. Were those side effects of his conditioning, or had the conditioning led him to finding something he enjoyed? Ichiro enjoyed the big baby paraphernalia. Rather, he enjoyed babying Yuki with it, even when Yuki wasn’t in his baby mind. At the slightest inclination from Yuki, he was ready to go into daddy mode. To Yuki, Ichiro never fully seemed out of daddy mode.
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  4. Chapter 2 Normal. Chris waking in the night needing to use the bathroom. Abnormal. Being unable to move in order to do so. His eyes shot open as he remembered just where he was. He looked around, finding Kenzie sleeping in her bed, the digital clock on her bedside stand reading 1:50 am. Time was running out for any potential escape attempt. He struggled against his bonds, being swaddled so tightly that he could do little more than rock back and forth in the playpen. Realizing the Pacifier was still in his mouth, he managed to force its large bulb out with his tongue. He tried desperately to grip the blankets in his now freed teeth, to no avail. A sudden cramp in his stomach caused him to audibly moan, his insides gurgling as he let out a rather loud fart. He had to get out soon, or... “Hmmm, wha?” Kenzie mumbled, sitting up in bed. She rubbed her eyes before smiling down at the little. “What's the matter, Sweetie?” Chris scowled in the dark, but his glaring at the giant woman was made less impressive due to passing more gas. Kenzie yawned, but kept her smile as she reached down and picked up the swaddled Little. Chris struggled in her grip, but had even less ability to move between the blanket and her cuddles. “Cutie Crystal makin' poopies for Mama?” she cooed. “No holding it in, Honey.” She placed him on the bed and actually unwrapped him from the blankets. Immediately, Chris rolled to his stomach and tried to scurry away, but his kidnapper just giggled tiredly, easily grabbing his legs before he could even clear the bed. “And just where are you crawling off to, Princess?” she asked, flipping him to his back once again. “If you're gonna hold it in, Mommy's gonna have to help.” Before Chris could stop her, she had a hand over his stomach, holding him down and causing him to groan at the pressure. But she hadn't finished, it seemed. Gripping his ankles, she bent his legs up, pressing his knees up to his chest. She leaned in and planted a kiss on his forehead, before beginning to rhythmically squeeze and massage his belly. Immediately, Chris felt everything in his bowels begin moving south. His eyes widened and he tried to clench as best he could, but there was nothing he could do. “No no no no no no!” he yelled as the sticky, thick mess began filling the diaper. Tears began welling in his eyes as the seat of his pants began to expand outward as it filled up with human waste. Unbidden, his bladder released as well, his urine flowing out and mixing with the goop that was currently making its way into every centimeter of space in the diaper. All the while, Kenzie was humming softly, delivering praises to her hostage, telling him what a good girl she was for making Mommy a big present. By the time he was finished, Chris's tears had begun to fall, his face red as a tomato. The warmth of his mess was already fading. The wet, sticky mess clinging to his butt, and worse, his genitals. Without saying a word, Kenzie reached down next to the bed, pulling up a changing mat, and a diaper bag. As she got out the changing supplies, Chris didn't even move, and that brought a small smile to her face. The princess pajamas were stripped from him, and he was unceremoniously plopped down on the changing pad, landing on his butt and mashing the mess around further. A moment later and Chris was on his back, and listening to the telltale sounds of the tapes being pulled away from the absorbent garment. The smell was unbearable. Chris had to hold his breath to keep from breathing in because it was honestly gag-inducing. Kenzie on the other hand seemed perfectly content, humming softly to herself as she took her time wiping down every inch of his diaper area, and doing so thoroughly. Luckily for him, between the smell and the situation, it kept him from having an erection as she very slowly went about cleaning that key part of his anatomy. Thankfully, it was over soon after that, he was re-powdered, rediapered, and redressed in the princess pajamas. Tears of frustration were pouring down his face as he was also reswaddled. “I don't need diapers! You shouldn't even be allowed to do this. I had a guide!” Kenzie cocked an eyebrow as she cradled the Little in her arms. “Oh, and just where was your guide then?” she said. “Cause last I checked, you told me you got separated from them.” “Yeah, cause some Psycho Amazons decided to swarms our group. One of them told our inbetweener guide that he wasn't too big for a spanking, and then decided to prove it. And while that was happening, the others were discussing who was going to get to 'adopt us.” “So you ran?” Kenzie asked, to which Chris nodded. There was silence for a moment, before Kenzie began to laugh. “Well, that was a bad idea,” she continued. “While the one who spanked a tour guide would probably be fined, had you stayed with him, you would have been unable to be taken.” “What?” Chris asked, and was answered by being placed back into the playpen, the pacifier shoved back into his mouth. “Shhhh, calm down, Princess,” she cooed. “Those Amazons wouldn't have taken you. They wanted you to run from them. Now anyone, even the authorities, get to say that you chose to separate from your tour guide. Whether you believe you were tricked or not is irrelevant, too. The law is pretty clear. It's only illegal to physically take a little from a tour. Getting them to run away on their own, however, is perfectly legit.” Chris whimpered at that. So it was all his own fault? How was that even a thing? “Now go back to sleep, Honey-Bunny. We have a big day tomorrow.” x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x After a breakfast of baby cereal mixed with more breastmilk, Chris sat, arms crossed and frowning, in the seat of a baby stroller. Jenny had taken Sarah to go to the story to pick up more supplies and a new carseat. Meanwhile, Kenzie decided to take her new baby for a walk, showing off to the neighborhood. Chris was dressed in a bright yellow sundress, and because the Amazon sisters couldn't do anything with his hair, he instead sported a white, lacey head-band decorated with a big, fake flower. He frowned behind the pacifier in his mouth. He could have taken it out at any time, but he knew if he did, it would just be strapped in, locked with a ribbon behind his head. “Stop being a Miss Crabby-Pants, Crystal,” Kenzie cooed, pushing the stroller down the sidewalk, deciding to take the place of his tour guide by pointing out things on their walk. Granted, they were things like the local daycare, the playground where he had been captured, and the other babied littles. “This is a good thing. Adoption into a loving family is the best thing that can happen for a Little...Oh, up here is Mommy's college! That's where I was coming home from last night when I found you!” “I hope you flunk out,” Chris angrily thought. One good thing about the pacifier was that it kept him from saying anything that would get him spanked...for the fourth time that morning. He was pulled out of his musings as they went back to the playground and a voice called out to them. “Mackenzie!” Kenzie grinned ear to ear at the voice as another Amazon moved toward them with a covered stroller. “You adopted a Little?” Chris looked at the new girl. She couldn't have been older then Kenzie was. Curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and while she was a tad smaller than Kenzie, her breasts were way bigger. Chris wondered how much milk those held, before mentally smacking himself. “And a cutie too...she actually looks kind of familiar...” Kenzie giggled and hugged the other Amazon. “Yup,” she confirmed. “And it looks like you've entered mommy mode too, Ashley.” The now-named Ashley beamed with joy as she nodded. “Yeah. Mom, Sis, and I protested a Portal tour group yesterday. The poor littles got scared and ran from their guide.” “Oh really,” giggled Kenzie, giving a knowing look to Chris, who had an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach, and not from needing to poop. “Mmmhmm,” Ashley stated proudly, pulling up the cover on the stroller. “I can already tell I'm in for a rough time with this one, but I also already fell in love with my little Lizzie here.” Chris's jaw dropped so low that the pacifier actually fell out. “Elizabeth?” The young woman who was part of his tour group blushed furiously. x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x The day before “Let...Me...GO!” shrieked Elizabeth, struggling and squirming in Ashley's iron grip while her clothes were stripped off. A hard smack to her now bare butt had her already bawling, and another one was all it took to knock the fight from her. For now at least. Tears poured down her face as her bra was pulled away, leaving her completely exposed. She looked over to Jake to see him also stripped bare and over the knee of another Amazon. Within moments, both were looking at the roof of the van, the hatchback having been opened and the Little couple laid down inside while two women quickly had them in diapers. The moment the diaper was taped up, Elizabeth was jerked up and cuddled close to Ashley, her face buried between the girl's massive boobs. She tried to reach out to her boyfriend, but Ashely just giggled and began to bounce Elizabeth in her arms. “Honey, you'll see him again. But your cousin lives across town, and we've all got to get to registration services so that we get in before they close.” “Jake is not my cousin, he is my boyfriend!” Elizabeth indignantly shouted. “Not anymore,” said the other Amazon, clinging tightly to Jake, who likewise was clad in only a diaper, and had a large pacifier held in his mouth by a ribbon. “Littles need love from mommies and daddies, not hankie-pankie, especially between cousins.” Smiling down at Jake, she cooed happily as she began walking across the parking lot to her own car. “And speaking of Daddy, he's gonna be so happy to meet you...” Her voice faded and Ashley grabbed her hand and forced her to wave goodbye to the retreating Amazon and her hostage. “Now then, I think I heard your name was Elizabeth?” questioned Ashley, but Elizabeth just glared at the smiling giant. “Well, if it wasn't, it is now. You're gonna be Mama's little Lizzie from now on.” Looking over the girl in her arms, she looked thoughtful. “Mama's very little Lizzie. You are tiny, even by Little standards.” Elizabeth blushed now, her height being a sore spot for her. Even back home. She only stood at a tiny 4' 8”, ten inches shorter than the average American woman. She made to say something in her own defense, but by that time, she was already buckled into a carseat. A rear-facing carseat at that. Like an infant. “You're not going to-Mmmph!” Like her boyfriend, she found the large bulb of a pacifier shoved in her mouth and tied in. She was still trying to scream around it as Ashley entered the driver seat, speaking on her cell phone. “Yeah, so you've got both a grandson AND a granddaughter in one day,” she said to whoever was on the other end. “...yeah, they went about three blocks, before I managed to nab Lizzie here. Then one of the boys ran back to us, and Emmy snatched him up. We're gonna meet at the registration office...no, I don't know how far the other two boys got...Well, I doubt they'll make it far, Mom. They'll be safely in cribs by the end of the day at the latest...nah, cuties like them? There's no way any Amazon they get near won't try to adopt them on the spot.” As the car moved, Elizabeth began to feel disoriented from the motion, as despite it she could only stare up at the ceiling. She couldn't unhook the straps, which infuriated her further. A grown adult locked in a child's car seat. “...yeah, Mom, I'll see you at home later, so you can meet your grandbaby then. I love you too, bye.” Hanging up the phone, Ashley addressed the Little in the back. “Alright Sweetie, we're going to go to registration. It's not going to be fun, but we've got to do it. Be a good girl while we're there, though. If you scream and struggle too much, Mama will have to punish you. And if you didn't like the butt smacks I gave you earlier, the spanking I'll give you if you're a bad girl will make them seem like I was tickling you.” Elizabeth tried to speak through the pacifier again, but not a single recognizable word came out. The rest of the ride played out in silence. Once they reached their destination, Ashley pulled the carseat out as a carrier, leaving Elizabeth strapped into it. They entered the lobby and Elizabeth noted that Jake and his captor were already there. She was brought up to a window marked 'check-in' and her carrier was placed on the floor at Ashley's feet. “Hi,” she said cordially. “I'm Ashley Ramsay, and I'm here to get my daughter's adoption sorted out.” “Name,” the woman at the desk asked, peaking out to smile at the adorable Little. “Elizabeth Ramsay.” Ashley was given a clipboard and pen. “Fill these out and we'll get you brought back as soon as we possibly can,” she was told, and suddenly Elizabeth found herself hoisted into the air again. Before they could sit next to Jake and his kidnapper, the two were called back. Elizabeth didn't know what was going on back there, but the sounds of pained profanity and the sound of flesh slapping flesh were constantly ringing out. The carrier began to rock, pushed by Ashley's foot as she quickly filled out the forms. She was already done by the time they were called back. Elizabeth shivered as they were brought into what looked like a doctor's examination room, followed by a woman with a white coat. “Ok, Mom,” the woman said, pulling out some sort of device. “You've got everything filled out?” Her response was being handed the clipboard. Nodding, the other woman, who Elizabeth was hesitant to call a doctor, placed the forms into what she assumed was a scanner of some sort. “Alright, we'll let that process. Do you know where you want her tag?” “Right here,” Ashley replied, pulling down the Little's diaper and positioning her so that her left hip was in view. She pointed to a spot lower and to the back, nearly on the butt. The doctor nodded and moved to place the tip of her device in the spot Ashley had indicated. Elizabeth's eyes widened and she began letting out shrieks that were muffled by her still-strapped pacifier. That thing looked a little too much like a gun now that she saw it better. A hard smack to her bare bottom rendered her still, but she still whimpered as the gun-like equipment touched her skin. And then the Doctor pulled the trigger. Had she not still been gagged, she'd probably be receiving both a spanking and a mouth full of soap, because she let out every curse she knew. As it was, she must have looked like little more than a crying child as her diaper was pulled back up and she was hoisted into Ashley's arms. “It's ok, Boo-Boo,” she gently whispered, her arm rubbing the sobbing Little's back. “The hard part's over, it's over, Honey. Shhhhhhhh.” It took a few minutes but Elizabeth did manage to calm down, but still she whimpered.” The doctor then took a different device and held it near where she had been stuck. A moment later and it gave off a double-beep, causing the woman to smile. “Ok, her chip is active. We'll give you the serial number and tracking info at the check-in desk before you leave. Keep it safe.” Suddenly, the larger machine that Ashley's forms had been fed into began to whir, before printing out a new sheet. Through the tears in her eyes, Elizabeth couldn't make out the words on it aside from the large font on top, labeled 'Certificate of Adoption', but noticed quite a bit of blank space. “Alright, just one more thing to take care of, then,” the doctor announced, pulling out an ink pad. Within moments, the sheet had a set of Elizabeth's hand prints and foot prints. And once the ink was dry, they then made a couple of copies. It was official now. x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x Several hours, a hair-removing bath, two diapers she was forced to wet, and three jars of pureed baby food later, the seething Elizabeth sat in her new high-chair, face and bib covered in an orange-brown mush from fighting her feeding. “Come on, Honey, smile for Grandma.” Elizabeth only shot the woman a glare as she snapped another picture of the near naked Little. Apparently Ashley, and by extension herself now, lived with her mother. Since Ashley was a college student, and her mom lived close to the university, they apparently thought it would be nicer than a dorm. “Honey, I know it's been a rough day for you, but you're home now, and you've got nothing left to worry about.” Elizabeth could have continued glaring for the rest of the night, but Ashley suddenly thrust a wet rag into her face, wiping down the Little's mess until she was clean. Elizabeth had no desire to be held by Ashley, but she desired even less to remain hooked into that baby seat. “I'm going upstairs to finish Lizzie's feeding and then put her to bed,” she told her mom. “And actually, it's been a long day, so I might call it an early night as well.” Her mother nodded as Ashley took the Little and moved to her room. It was a smaller house, so Lizzie didn't get her own nursery, instead, her crib and changing table were set up in Ashley's room. As the two settled on Ashley's bed, Elizabeth wondered what exactly her 'Mommy' meant when she said she'd 'finish her feeding.' And then Ashley's shirt and bra were off. “No!” she asserted. “I have put up with a lot today, but I am NOT sucking your sweaty boobs.” A sharp smack to her thigh broke down her resolve slightly, but she still looked away. Ashley sighed, massaging a few drops of milk out of her breast, collecting them on her finger, while plugging her Little's nose with the other hand. Elizabeth struggled for a moment, before opening her mouth to breath. Once she had her opening, Ashley shoved her milk-covered fingers into the Little's mouth, rubbing them across her tongue. She smiled in success, but it only lasted a moment as Elizabeth's face scrunched up in disgust. “Why would you do that?” Elizabeth asked, clearly not pleased with the taste. Ashley was stunned for a moment, never having heard of a Little who wasn't instantly hooked on Amazon Breastmilk. She actually felt angry for a moment, before calming. Maybe it had to do with her being a Portal little? Either way, breastmilk was the best thing for her, so Ashley was going to make sure she got it. Putting on her sternest face, she pulled the Little close. “Now you listen to me, Sweetheart, and you listen good, because I'm only gonna say this once. You are going to nurse, whether you like it or not. And if I feel so much as one tooth, Mama's gonna have the doctor take all your teeth out when we go see her tomorrow!” She felt bad even as the words left her mouth. She didn't want to be one of those Amazon mommies, but Lizzie needed to learn who was in charge. She was her Mama, and that meant she knew what was best for her. As the Little begrudgingly took to her nipple and began suckling, Ashley again wondered why the Milk hadn't affected her. But her fears that perhaps there was something wrong with her milk were alleviated. The longer Lizzie suckled, she seemed to begin zoning out. By the time she was burped and switched to the other breast, she was fully in a classic Milk-haze. So maybe it wasn't her milk. Perhaps her little was just resistant to its effects, and needed more in order to receive the same effects. Elizabeth came out of her haze just enough to whine and squirm in Ashley's strong grip. Shifting her hold, her hand now firmly over the seat of her diaper, Ashley grinned as she felt and heard her new daughter beginning to fart up a storm, and she knew a big stinky present was sure to follow. x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x Present Chris could only stare at the girl in the adjacent stroller, wearing nothing but a pink onsie, with a diaper beneath which was so think he'd honestly be surprised if she could crawl, let alone walk. “Chris?” She hesitantly questioned as Kenzie leaned in to tickle her belly. “It's Crystal, now,” she corrected, much to Chris's chagrin. Ashley immediately put two and two together, and smiled. “So you were one of the little 'boys' who got away yesterday,” she said with a smile, wrapping her arm over Kenzie's shoulder and making air quotes when she said boys. Looking at Kenzie, she held up her hand for a high-five, which her friend returned with vigor. “You're welcome, then,” she said to her. “So you were saying she had a weird reaction to your milk?” Kenzie asked, changing the subject. “Yeah,” Ashley replied. “It took a while for her to actually feel the effects. And then it took an hour after feeding before she actually made poopies, too.” “Crystal was the same last night!” Kenzie exclaimed. “She even managed to hold it in for a while. It was weird.” “It's because we have Portal littles,” Ashley said. “I did a search on the internet about it, and apparently about seven or eight percent of Littles from the other dimension are resistant to the various effects of Amazon milk. I mean, I'd still ask the doctor about it, and if there's anything we can do for it, but it's just a random quirk that a few Portal Littles have.” “Huh...” Kenzie said, face lost in thought as she looked down to the babied littles. “Are you doing anything today?” Ashley asked, and Kenzie nodded. “Taking Crystal to registration and then a Doctor's appointment immediately after.” “What time?” the blonde asked. “We should be done by about 1:30,” Kenzie replied. “Depending on how good of a girl she is at her appointments. “Late Lunch?” suggested Ashley. “We can go to Bridget's cafe. Oooh, and invite your sister. I haven't seen Jen in ages.” Kenzie smiled at her friend. “Oooh, yeah, that actually sounds really good.” Ashley hugged her friend tight. “Call me when you're done at the doctor, and we'll meet there,” She said as she re-covered Elizabeth in the stroller, and began to push it down the sidewalk. “Sounds good,” Kenzie agreed. “See you later, Ash!” Chris tried to turn towards the retreating Amazon, but was held in place by the stroller straps. Meanwhile, Kenzie began maneuvering the stroller back towards the house. By now, Jenny would likely be back, and she wanted to take a shower before really being out-and-about during the day. There was a slight spring in each step as she pushed the Little home. And her grin spread from ear to ear as she noticed the car was indeed parked in the driveway. “Come on, Sweet-Pea,” she nearly sang. “Let's go see what Auntie got you.” She popped open the rear passenger door and Chris groaned. A brightly-pink padded car seat was there waiting for him. It actually looked exactly like the one hooked into the seat on driver's side, aside from the one meant for him was much cleaner. He didn't want to know what some of the stains were from on Sarah's. “And what's this?” gasped Kenzie, motioning toward a bag placed on the floor in front of the new car seat. “I think Auntie got you another present.” True enough, she reached into the bag and pulled out a stuffed pony. It was, like so many of the things he was getting subjected to in the last day or so, bright pink in color. And he had to admit, it was extremely soft to the touch. “That was nice of her,” continued Kenzie, closing the car door and heading towards the house. “When we get inside you be sure and thank her like a good girl.” Upon entry, she kicked off her shoes, pulled Chris from the stroller, and collapsed it for storage in the coat closet. She planted a light kiss on the Little's nose as she carried him up the stairs from the entryway, closing the baby-gate behind her. “Oooh, someone found her present!” cooed Jenny, who quickly snatched Chris from Kenzie's arms and spun around. “Yep. What do you say, Crystal?” Kenzie coaxed. Chris wanted to say something, but was sure it would get him spanked, so he simply followed instructions. “Thank you,” he muttered, just loud enough for them to hear. “Thank you who?” Kenzie asked, flashing him a look that dared him to refuse what she wanted. Chris sighed in defeat. “Thank you, Auntie.” Jenny's face lit up and she planted kiss after slobbery kiss all over his face. “You're very welcome, Sweetheart,” she replied. “Hey, you wanna watch her while I take a shower quick?” “Yeah, go for it,” Jenny said, carrying Chris into the nursery, where Sarah was sitting on the floor, quietly drawing something in crayon. She placed him next to her own little, telling them both to play nice. Apparently she was going through some new baby things – likely all for himself, Chris thought with a grimace – and putting them away, while taking care to restock their diaper bag. He wanted to keep watching to see what she might have in store for him, but a red crayon was suddenly held in his face. He looked over to see Sarah holding out her crayon to him, and a sheet of blank paper. Her eyes had a sad look to them, but she still gave him a slight smile, which he appreciated. He noticed she was trying to keep from showing her toothless gums more than she had to. He couldn't really tell her age relative to his, but could tell she'd been at this for at least a few months, if not years. Taking the proffered items, he was about to put crayon to paper when his stomach began to gurgle like last night. He shifted his position and gripped the crayon tight as the cramping started. He managed to hold back for about ten seconds too before the thick, sticky poop came rushing out, extending the back of his raised diaper. As tears formed in his eyes, he felt Sarah's hand grip his. He looked up to see something in her face akin to pity as the mess kept filling his diaper. It was warm against his skin, and not in a good way, sticking to every bit of open skin it touched. Sneaking into every nook and cranny within his diaper. By the time the last of it had exited him, Sarah was now on her knees next to him, rubbing his back knowingly. She again offered him a weak smile, that strangely did make him feel a tad better. When he offered one back, he found giant hands wrapping around him and pulling him into the air. “I think this little Princess made a big Stinkie, didn't she” Jenny cooed, putting him on the changing table. "Don't worry, Sweetie. Your favorite Auntie will get you all fresh and clean.” “It's official,” Chris thought as she pulled open his poopy diaper. “Whatever happens at my appointments today, this day cannot get any worse than this”
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  5. Birch House Chapter 14 --- Ann --- I woke up Sunday and nawed on something in my mouth mumbling about mornings around it. I stretched both arms out to my sides straining to unlock my sleep tightened muscles. I released my stretch and my thumb landed right back in my mouth. It’s path had been as true as my morning trek to the coffee maker. I smiled remembering how much fun I had last night with my bestie and blinked my eyes to clear the sleep away. I rubbed my thumb off on my comforter absentmindedly, and my attention shifted. My mouth sought a different texture… a different shape. I fumbled around trying to satisfy the yearning. I flipped my pillow over not finding whatever was missing. I felt a tingle in the skin on my shoulders shivering up my neck as a touch of panic bounced on my heart strings. I flipped my covers back and it flew through the air landing on my dresser. I rushed over and shoved my pacifier in my mouth. Guess I was playing with it sometime last night. I hate when I can’t find it. Gah! Anxiety. I shivered. My sleep laden brain continued to thaw as the night melted away. I rubbed my thighs against the thickness of my diaper giggling around my pacifier about it being super wet. Clear headed, I noticed two things. The first was that Becca had ended up in my bed sleeping on my feet again, and I really needed a new diaper. It was swollen to capacity. I took a deep breath to yell at Mom for a change, but then I remembered I was living in my own home… Mom wasn’t here, she was at her place. Poop! I hate growing up! I threw a mental temper tantrum. Just a few years ago, Mom would have changed me when she woke up. I wouldn’t even had to have gotten outta bed! It was an lingering argument for me. I did hate how outcast my diapers made me, but I totally loved them too. I had a bit of a lazy streak when I was younger and I dealt with my diapers by ignoring them. I’d left it up to Mom as long as I could. I pushed at Becca with my feet trying to wake her up. My knees were hurting again. I didn’t know if they were achey because of sleeping weird, or if I was growing again. Daddy had warned me about that. Growing pains… “price of beauty”. He’d told me. Whatever! I puffed my cheeks and blew air around my paci. I rolled over dropping my legs to the ground groaning a bit as my knees picked up a touch of pressure. I put my pacifier in my nightstand and smiled around my thumb that quickly took its place. I waddled over to my changing table and nabbed a diaper before climbing on top of it. If I hurry, I can get back to bed before Mrs. Morning Sunshine Smiley Pants wakes up and won’t let me go back to sleep! We can watch Netflix later. I slid off the changing table and made longing eyes at my bed. I felt around my chest for my binkie. It wasn’t strapped to my shirt, so my thumb was in my mouth before I had a moment to feel empty. I sighed wishing someone would have changed me instead of me doing all the work. I missed my Mom. I heard Becca stir and start sniffing around. I smiled imagining her cutie little nose wrinkling up while she figured out if it was time to get up. I swear she can SMELL sunshine! I stealthily dropped my diaper in it’s pail and ninja’d over to my bed praying I wouldn’t wake her. I sat softly back down in the bed and slid my bare legs under the covers my new diaper crinkling merely. I gently pulled the comforter up to my shoulders. Laying very still, I waited to see if Becca would wake up and ruin my chance to sleep in. I loved it when she stayed up here with me, but I hated her in the mornings. I rolled over to my side and decided I wanted my Hello Kitty paci. Mom wasn’t a fan, but she got them for me anyway. I giggled at the memory and pulled pacifier from the nightstand and closed my eyes. So much better! I remembered as I fell back asleep. --- Becca --- I freaking love the feeling of Annie’s feet under my belly. Keeping her cold ass toes warm is the shit! I took a deep sniff of the air in the room. Sun’s up. Annie’s fresh and I’m not. I need a shower. No bacon on the stove. I hate cooking. I was resigning myself to another pop tart or a bowl of cereal when I shifted. My borrowed throw blanket rubbed abrasively against against my hair. GAH! I hate that feeling of something running my hair against the grain! I shivered a full body shiver running from the nape of my neck to my tail. My sports bra was doing a good job of keeping my sensitive chest in check as I lay against my best friend’s feet, my crush. I couldn’t think of her like that though. I’d promised myself. Police tape Bitch! Wrap that shit up! No thinking of Annie that way! I unfolded myself, and inched up along Ann’s side staying on top of her comforter. I’d promised Trent no hanky panky and by all that’s holy I was going to fucking deserve that trust he’d shown me. It helped that Trent was thinking of Annie as fucking hot now too. We’d had some weird but thrilling sexy roleplays these last couple of days. I think it helped us both scratch a certain itch. Speaking of itches… I lifted my right foot and scratched under my bra, ahhh much better. I whined a bit and rolled off the back side of Annie’s bed. I thudded heavily onto the floor and crawled over to the fading patch of sunlight in front of her bedroom window. My early morning sun, must have been closer to midday sun! Eh, it’s Sunday… Who cares? I laid there as noon came and stole away the rest of the warming sun. I gathered my energy and started crawling toward the bathroom. I shook my head trying to wake the rest of the way up, but sleep was clinging to me harder than it usually did. I caught a whiff of Annie’s urine by the changing table and moved closer to find the spot on the floor that was catching my attention. I should have gotten up… She dribbled on the floor. Wonder how wet she is now? When did she change? I isolated the exact spot where she had dribbled on the carpet. It wasn’t in the right spot for pissing while she was changing, so I guessed a really full balled up diaper probably dribbled on it’s way to the diaper pail. What the fuck? Where the hell did this come from? Why the hell is there a kids changing table in here? Why the hell did I know it was a fucking changing table. I listened to Annie’s faint adorable snoring while I worried over this piece of furniture I’d never seen before. I couldn’t remember it being there the night before. I was processing all that while I turning around and hovering over Annie’s pee spot. I looked over my shoulder trying to remember the table and whether I’d ever seen it before when I started to cover Annie’s scent mark with my own. “Becca Phillips, what the HELL are you doing?!?” Annie slurred at me jumping up suddenly out of her bed. “Heh” I chuckled dropping my pussy to the carpet drying it off. “You fucking cussed! Yes!” I laughed standing up. “Becca!” Annie shouted at me dropping her pacifier letting it dangle by the clip on. Is she shorter? Diaper sure is wet. I wish she’d let me help her with those, but it’s prolly for the best that I don’t see what’s under that droopy diaper I thought cocking my head to the side thinking. I swear she was asleep… Annie’s anger flushed her face and she stomped over to me adorably, “Bad Girl!” Ann shouted at me wagging her finger threateningly. She was about as intimidating as cotton candy to sand paper, but I immediately whined and dropped my gaze to the floor. “That’s not grass or a toilet is it?” She huffed. “Bad Girl!” My best friend yelled at me pointing at the floor. I wasn’t sure what she was so worked up over, but I did notice a trickle of pee falling down my leg hair like a plinko game. Shit. Got up to fast. Meh… I needed a shower anyway. “Huh?” I asked Ann confused. My feelings were more than a little hurt that I screwed something up, even if I wasn’t sure what the hell I’d done. “I told you, you could pee in your own floor when ever you wanted too, but it smells like a dog potty down there. I won’t have it on my carpet young lady.” She kept on bitching at me. I looked down and saw the wet spot on the carpet. It seemed huge. That seemed important to Annie, but I wasn’t sure what I’d done wrong. I covered the scent like I was supposed to… “Oh” “Holy” “my” “Fuck” “Goodness” Annie and I shouted at the same time. It was at that moment that I looked at Annie noticing how much shorter she was, still taller than me, but shorter than normal. Her hair was shorter too, not to mention the fucking pacifier dangling from her shirt. At least she clipped it on this time… I thought. Wait... What the fuck! “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t awake yet and I…” I was freaking out. “I know Becks. It’s my fault really. I got up and went back to bed.” Annie consoled me. “I should have let you out.” Let me out? I turned around and raced for the bathroom to get a towel or something to clean up the floor. My tail had been tucked neatly between my legs during my sprint, but sweeped a whole shelf of diapers off into the floor making a fucking mess in the bathroom. “God I’m such a bad girl.” I whimpered my tail tucking between my legs again. I shuddered overwhelmed with failing Annie. I wanted to hide, because I couldn't stand disappointing her again. She was so good to me. All I wanted to do was be a good wife, have some pups, and be a good girl. Pups? WHAT THE FUCKIING HELL IS GOING ON! Annie caught up to me after throwing the dry diapers back on the shelf by the bathroom door. She pulled me into a hug and kissed my head. She ran her hand down my hair and down my back. I started to calm down immediately. I reached up and put her pacifier in her mouth smiling at her. She smiled at me around her pacifier and we turned to the bathroom sink together holding each other. Annie screeched dropping her soother to the end of the tether. “Why am I short? Why the binkie? What’s going on?” Annie blurted out freaking at her image in the mirror. “Arooooo!” I howled in confusion. “Hush girl!” Annie said quickly looking over at me. “SHIT!!!” Annie yelled looking at me making me smile briefly before I took my turn to flip the fuck out. I saw the look of panic in her eyes, both of us caught mid inhale. We couldn’t catch our breath. Annie ran her hand along my head palming it just above my ear and turned me toward the mirror again. “What happened last night?” She asked the mirror. But I didn’t have any more answers than she did. I leaned forward bracing my hands on the sink to get a better look at my face, but got distracted by my hands. They were different. They were my hands, the hands I went to bed with last night but… not. Different. My fingertips were swollen, sort of puffy, and my nails had changed. They were longer and wickedly curved. They were thicker too. Some of them were flesh colored and some were black, but they all curled past the end of my fingers in a delicate deadly sharp arc. I… Claws… Fucking Claws? I glanced over at Annie. She seemed conflicted and mesmerized at her own image. Her hand hovered with the pacifier half between her chest and her mouth. I reached out to her wanting to comfort my friend and saw my palm. My palm and fingertips were rough with patches of dark raised skin. I… Pads? Paw pads? I kept flipping my hands back and forth trying to absorb what I was looking at. This shit is fucking screwed the hell up! What the fuck is going on. I felt my tail uncurl as my sham fled and anger rose. I felt it twitch as fear crept up on me. I reached behind myself and touched my tail. What in the hell! Oh Fuck! I yipped, “Oh Fuck That! Oh Fuck This! Oh Fuck everything!” I screamed turning circles holding my tail. --- Molly --- “I’m sorry I cussed, Becks!” I squealed afraid she was ashamed of me. “WHAT THE HELL AM I?” She yelled tapering off into a howl. “You’re you! What’s wrong?” I asked confused. “I’M A FUCKING WEREWOLF!” Becca yelled at me. “You’re not a werewolf honey. You’re you.” She told me reaching out and scratching behind my ear. I’m glad she likes this. It’s comforting to me too. She huffed and leaned into my hand. “See everything’s ok. Except I seem to have lost six inches last night, and my boobs.” I giggled. I reached up my palms falling flat against my chest. They hadn’t done that in a long time. I didn’t start blossoming up top until I was fifteen or so, with my last big growth spurt. I could feel something there, but there wasn’t much. “Lord Becks, I look like I’m fourteen again.” I stood there astonished. My arms were thinner and so were my legs. I looked… gangly. I was sort of stretched out. My face was fuller than it had been the night before too. The harder I looked, the more differences I saw. Not the least of which was I could see. I ended up sitting my glasses down on the sink. My vision had shifted from farsighted to nearsighted at seventeen after my first year of college. “What’s going on Becks? I’m younger… Your hair feeling funny again?” I asked her wondering why she was worked up. I smiled at her turning circles chasing her tail. “Did I fucking look like a hairy mix breed to you last night Annie?” She huffed. “Awe, Becks. I told you I don’t like that. Just go with Molly. Sides Molls is my nickname Becks. Always has been.” I told her. “Annie, you’ve had me calling you Ann for nearly eleven years!” Becca looked at me exasperated. “I…” I stalled my brain catching up to the situation. Annie… Ann… I… My brain restarted in spurts and jogs. A few seconds later, I felt the last ten or so years meld with my first fourten or so. Shock overtook me while my brain re-arranged. “No…” I stuttered. “I uh, call me Molly for now Becks. No…” I reach for the mirror to see if it were a trick of some kind. “No what?” Becca asked. “I, no… You didn’t, uh, look that way last night.” I admitted slowly. “I didn’t look like what!” She huffed. “You didn’t look like a… an angry puppy.” I whispered. “That’s FUCKING right I didn’t! I heard the angry puppy bit ‘cause I have ridiculous full sized dog ears flopping around my head that I didn’t have yesterday.!” She was still yelling. “I…” I got caught up in a fit tears started welling up in my eyes. She keeps yelling at me. I didn’t do this. I’m not me either! I dissolved into tears. Huge slow moving tears trickled down my face splashing down to my childish Cinnamon Bun nightgown. I stomped my foot trying to get myself back together, but it didn’t work. It just made me look more childish. I couldn’t control my emotions. They were out of control and very intense. “Oh Annie…” Becca reached out to me. Her furry clawed hands reaching for me. “Molly, please.” I told her aware of my desire to seperate myself from my childhood, but feeling like it no longer fit. I’m in a wet diaper crying like a baby… Annie is gone. She was a dream. Becca grabbed my shoulder with one hand and my pacifier with the other. I have no idea why she grabbed it, but the moment she touched it, I longed for it. Becca sniffed and sort of puppy smiled at me while slipping the binkie in my mouth. I should be scared of those nails, but it’s Becca. I’d never be scared of her. For her maybe, but never of her. She pulled me into a tight hug and I looked down over her shoulder and caught some movement. Holy Cow! She has a tail! I reached down bending even further over and touched it. Becca gasped. “Don’t touch my tail!” She barked. “Ahh! Sorry! Uh… Why?” I asked. “Cause it’s sensitive Molls. Like boob sensitive Baby.” She told me laughing into my chest. I shoved my binkie over to the side of my mouth so I could talk around it like I had been doing it all my life. I hadn’t had a pacifier in my mouth in nearly twenty-three years, but it was so comforting. I couldn’t help but smile around it while we talked. Dear God. I don’t know what’s going on. It feels like there are two of me in my head. Help me Lord. Amen. I had a childish teenager and an accomplished business woman crawling around in my head. I could feel my old life, every day of it. I had new memories too, or maybe feelings. Or, old memories that felt new… different maybe? I wonder if Mom remembers changing my diapers like I do now? She’d helped me a lot, but hadn’t done a traditional diaper change in many years. I was definitely in single digits. Wait no… she changed me when she was here last. When did she before? I wonder if she remembers me having binkies. Is that normal now? I was itching to call her and compare realities. At the same time, I was scared to know what was going on. I felt like I woke up in some crazy alternate universe. I centered my binkie creating a seal and started nursing it immediately. I felt myself center, calm, and relax. I felt more capable. Which was ridiculous. Feeling more like an adult who could take care of things because she was sucking on a pacifier. Insane.
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  6. At least your mom didn't come up to you, sniff, pull the back of your pants away, look down inside and say, "Looks like you need a diaper change!" Or did she?
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  7. Luv the attitude of the last update! I grew up out in the country as well, and got to know meaning of hard work. After 50 yrs of it, I am comfortable in retirement, but not rich by most measures. I do know a lot of folks that retired early from farming, and are very wealthy, mostly due to the huge land appreciation that occurred over my generation. (some of the farm programs over the years helped as well) You would never know it though as like you said, they simply moved to town, or a nice country estate, and other than the nice new house, and not jumping on the tractor every morning, they never changed their attitudes. The best part of our country is if you really have a good work ethic, are ambitious and willing to take a bit of risk on occasion by investing rather than spending your earnings on fun , you can make it big in many cases. This is true all across the country- I have witnessed it many times over my years of travel!!
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  8. Well, I'm glad to see that we have common ground on something at least, because I think I disagree with everything else you said. My neighbors are not "random strangers". No idea where you live, but I interact with my neighbors, invite them over for burgers every once in a while, our kids play together, and we talk over beers while we mow our lawns. I'm sorry that your neighbors are random strangers, but that's not how it works for everyone. So, I do care what they think, and I'd rather that they didn't know I wore diapers at night. You can say that I shouldn't care about what random strangers think... but... why do you hide behind a pseudonym, and not even put your real age or location in your profile? Because you _do_ care about what other random strangers think. And if you say you don't care what others think, then great, put your name, photo, and contact information up here. You won't, as I wouldn't, because you, too, care about what random strangers think. I don't want to be outed to my neighbors... and you don't either, hypocrite.
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  9. cloth pin on diapers thick and plastic pants
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  10. Thank you for the reply and support! Sorry I didnt see the post earlier of course our information is a generalization as with all of our videos and testing we understand that individually we are all different. and products and finding we discover might not represent each person exactly. this testing was interesting to see the products perform under different salinities and this was a very fun learning exercise. When we started this testing we didnt think we would have to use math, its about adult diapers! we have some more fun experiments lined up so hopefully this summer when our work slows up we have time to do some more Science! Thanks again!
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  11. LOL "Mooooom? I did a Punch and Judy in my bed last night."
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  12. Mike's traumatic day is only just starting as he is dressed to suit his new status. He is taken through to the new place where he swiftly learns the new order of things. --- The following part of the story has been available on my Patreon for the last week and for just $5 a month you can read every public post I make one week before everyone else (I post a 2000+ word update every four days) and for $10 a month you get early access plus exclusive Patreon only stories. There are more tiers and rewards available on my Patreon page. https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- A big thank you to all of my patrons who allow me to keep writing as much as I do as well as getting artwork made which I can then share freely with everyone: DannyDazzler, Jerry J, Daniel O, Brandon M, Aaron D, C Dom, Jack O, Craig G, Anon, Dre, Kent J, Nick C, Brandon G, Jason S, P74_1986, Pat M, LuvsSissy, DreaR, J, Alex B, Malcolm E, Zachary F, Tommie M, Pete W, Tim, Bradley, Frank S, Scott S, Charlie S, John D, Pierre-David G, Daniel, Ak, M, Sophie S, Earnest B, Joshua M, NunyoBC, Txdiapered, Kim, Chris, Mike H, Kei, Dorian G, Persi S, Ceneroz, Jack C, S Miller, Carlota C, Kaiser Soze, Tsidt, Britnee L, Trenton M, Chris, Tim F, Chris B, WillNotWill, Orion F, John, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Thomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, Rob, James L, Joseph G, Tabbi C, Bob S, Nathan, Joe, Calcal, Tomy, Jody, Keeno, Matthew S, Dain R, Kristoffer M B, Timothy A W, Jimmy A, Guilyn, Erik P, Shihouin10, DiaperingDaddy, Miguel A, James B, Ben R, Lin J, Ben F --- Mike tried to assume a fighting stance but since he was completely naked and seemingly half the size of the huge guard there wasn’t a lot he could do to intimate. Diana moved behind the guard, presumably for her safety, and Mike kept the table between himself and the guard who was slowly walking around looking for an opening. Whether it was planned or not Mike would never know but when he had his back to the door he had walked through, it suddenly flew open and three more equally burly guards burst in the room. Before Mike could even register what was happening he had been talked to the ground. He landed with a thud that dazed him as the guards piled on to him. “Argh!” Mike let out a high-pitched squeal as he suddenly felt a knee impact him directly in his testicles. Mike didn’t know if it was aimed or not but following the low blow he was unable to resist any further. The guards slowly lifted him off the floor as he continued to whimper, he was placed back on to the changing table but this time his arms were held to the side of his chest and heavily strapped down. Tears fell from Mike’s eyes as he looked around at the menacing guards standing around him. Diana looked tiny in contrast to the huge men and she stepped back towards the changing table. “I was really hoping you would be smarter than this.” Diana sighed as she placed the diaper down on the table again. She shook her head sadly, “I will have to put all this in your records I’m afraid.” Mike could do nothing as his knees were lifted up once again. With his arms and chest bound he was completely unable to fight off the humiliation that was coming his way. He couldn’t even cry out for help thanks to the large rubber pacifier filling his mouth. The diaper was slid underneath Mike’s rear and his legs were set back on the table. He sobbed as the front of the diaper was pulled up and over his crotch. His still-aching genitals were pressed against his body by the tight padding that was quickly taped closed. Every movement of Mike’s legs or hips produced crinkles that echoed around the room. The diaper was loud and even though Mike couldn’t bend his neck to look down at it he could feel it pushing his legs apart. It felt like the diaper was designed to be as obvious as possible in as many ways as possible. “You truly are making this harder than it needs to be, Michelle.” Diana said with a shake of her head, “Don’t you want to be a pretty little girl? Don’t you want to be a good baby for us?” Mike was already crying his eyes out now and he furiously but uselessly shook his head in denial. Were these people insane? Of course he didn’t want to be a little girl! “We can do this next bit in one of two ways…” Diana said as she waved the guards to move back. She walked around the table so that she was closer to Mike’s head, “Either you cooperate and we can get this nastiness over with or you can try to resist again.” Mike looked up at Diana through the tears to try and make out whether or not this was a real choice. Seeing the muscle-bound guards around him suggested to Mike that resistance would be futile. “If you choose to resist you will find that these lovely gentleman around you are armed with Tasers.” Diana gestured to the guards, “One way or another this next part of the process will happen and you can save yourself a lot of pain by just going along with it. I’ll even take your pacifier off, OK?” Mike watched as Diana leaned in and slowly released the pacifier. She pulled it out of Mike’s mouth and for a second there was a long string of drool that linked him to the rubber bulb. He didn’t immediately say anything and focused on getting his crying under control. Diana nodded at a couple of the guards and they stepped forward to very slowly begin undoing the straps that were holding Mike down. Mike made sure to lay as still as possible, he hated everything about this but he didn’t think this was a battle he could win. “I know I did wrong.” Mike quietly sobbed to Diana who was still over him, “Please, I’m so sorry, I will do anything you want but please not this.” “Sweetie, it’s too late for that.” Diana said gently, “You have to serve your time and this has been decided by the courts to be your sentence.” “Can’t I appeal?” Mike asked desperately. “You waived your rights to appeal when you signed the documents to come here.” Diana replied. When the last strap was undone Diana helped push the bruised Mike into a sitting position. Mike looked down at his crotch and shook his head, he still couldn’t believe this was happening. He wanted to rip the diaper off and shove it down Diana’s throat but he knew that if he made a sudden move like that he would be on the floor again. He had to control himself. “Now we have to get you dressed.” Diana continued as she walked around the table. Mike watched her walk to a set of doors that was built into the wall. They were fairly non-descript, they didn’t stand out at all until Diana brought Mike’s attention to it. When the doors were opened Mike could see that behind the doors was a walk-in closet and his eyes were immediately drawn to clothes hanging on the rail. Bright colours were everywhere, it seemed like every colour under the sun was represented but pink and yellow definitely dominated. Mike’s jaw dropped open as he considered that these clothes were for him, he was expected to wear this stuff. From behind Mike a small giggle broke the silence. The young man turned around to see one of the guards struggling to keep a straight face and his laughter seemed to be infectious. Mike blushed red and looked down at the floor as he realised that he was being made fun of. He couldn’t blame people for laughing at him, if he had been anyone else in the room he would be laughing at the diapered man too. “I think this would be good for your first day.” Diana eventually said, “Something a little simple just to get you started.” Mike’s attention was brought back to Diana and the closet full of girl’s clothes. He couldn’t yet see what she was pulling out but Mike doubted it would be anything he would like. Mike closed his eyes and thought back to Al, he would have given anything to be back with the only person he had seen in the last couple of days that was even remotely friendly. Diana turned away from the closet with some clothes that she held out for Mike to look at. She always enjoyed watching new people’s reactions, it was always so adorable how much they blushed. “I... I can’t…” Mike’s throat felt like it was constricted and he could barely speak. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Diana said with a big smile. Mike could feel tears in his eyes again as he looked at the dress in horror. It was mostly white with pink seams, the shoulder areas were also pink and also ringed with frills. The bottom of the dress was also hemmed with pink frilly material and it ballooned out wildly even whilst it was still on the hanger. On the font of the dress over where the two breasts would have been if this had been going on a girl there were two little pink ribbons that were tied in bows and stitched on. “Arms up.” Diana ordered as she walked over to Mike and took the dress off the hanger. “But… But…” Mike was torn between hopelessness, humiliation and anger. The room was still ringed with guards and Mike was no less trapped in the bowels of the foreboding building. He couldn’t believe he would be expected to put a dress on but since he was already in a diaper it probably shouldn’t have surprised him. He pictured his mom at home and wondered how much she knew what was happening, what would she say if she could see him now? Mike hesitantly lifted his arms as he sobbed lightly. He felt exhausted after the last couple of days and his ability to resist was being crushed out of him by this oppressive institution. Before Mike had a chance to really think about what he was doing, the dress was pulled over him and he felt it’s silky smooth fabric slide down over his body. His cheeks were pinker than his new clothing and he sniffed loudly as the dress passed by his face. Maybe his imagination was playing tricks on him but he was sure he could smell perfume of some kind. The dress was pulled down until it settled neatly on his shoulders. The fit was remarkably good but that did nothing to make it nicer to wear. The way it puffed out at the waist was strange, having bare legs felt wrong and he was certain that everyone would see the diaper underneath. Mike reached down almost subconsciously and underneath the flared material he could feel the diaper still on display. “It’s a great fit!” Diana proclaimed happily. “Please…” Mike whispered, “Don’t make me wear this. I’ve learnt my lesson, honestly I have.” “But if you aren’t wearing your pretty little dress you would be underdressed in front of all your new friends.” Diana countered. “Huh?” Mike looked at her with a confused expression. Diana nodded her head to suggest Mike follow her. The door at the other end of the changing room was opened with an electronic lock and Diana led the way through. What Mike saw on the other side of the door took his breath away, he almost collapsed in shock as he surveyed the room in front of him with wide eyes. “Oh my God.” Mike exclaimed breathlessly. In front of Mike was a large room that looked almost exactly like a nursery. There were changing tables, play pens, toys and everything else scattered around the room. It would have looked exactly like a regular infant’s nursery if it wasn’t for the dozen or so adults crawling around in feminine clothing and diapers. “Your new playmates.” Diana said as she indicated the room at large. Mike couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He couldn’t believe how complete all this baby stuff was, it looked, sounded like and smelt like a baby’s nursery and he was about to be locked in it with all these other men who were dressed like little girls. Mike did the only thing he could think of as his emotions finally overflowed. His slow sobbing became screaming cries as tears cascaded down his cheeks and he shook his head in denial at where he was. His legs gave way and he fell on to his padded rear as he loudly wailed. The sound of a door closing behind him caused Mike to turn and see that Diana had left with the guards. He was all alone with these strangers and he suddenly felt more afraid than ever before. As he hit the ground in frustration he saw the women in nurse uniforms dotted around the room turned to look at him. A few approached him as he sat uselessly on the floor. He didn’t know what was going to happen next but he knew that he would never be the same when it was all said and done. Mike didn’t want any of the people crawling or waddling towards him to get too close. He felt his dress lifting up around him and the diaper he was wearing crinkled loudly. He felt so thoroughly overwhelmed by everything that he was seeing that he couldn’t get his emotions under control. He scooted backwards against the now closed door, despite everything he wished Diana would come back. “Stay away from me!” Mike shouted at some of the nearer people. All of these people dressed as baby girls were clearly adult men. Some seemed to be smiling and crawling forward with curiosity but there were many others around the room who looked over but didn’t move, they looked a lot surlier. “New fweind!” Lisped a man who looked to be in his forties around a pacifier in his mouth. He was wearing light blue overalls over a yellow shirt and his hair was pulled into pigtails. Mike whimpered and recoiled as if this older man was carrying some horribly contagious disease. As he got closer he climbed up to his feet and waddled towards Mike with his arms outstretched as if trying to hug him. Mike used the door behind him to climb to his feet and when the man got too close he shoved him with all the strength his slight frame could muster. The man stumbled backwards and then, with his arms spinning like windmills, he fell backwards on to his clearly padded rear. There was a sudden hush amongst everyone who stopped crawling towards Mike. The man Mike pushed looked around and snivelled before bursting into loud tears much like Mike had a minute before. “No, no, no!” A nearby nurse shouted as she hurried over, “Bad baby!” Mike didn’t know what was happening but he saw a tall woman hurrying over to him and lifting him forcefully to his feet. The nurse took Mike’s hand with one of her own and grabbed the folder that Diana had left with the other. As Mike was pulled away from the doorway he saw another nurse hurrying over to the person Mike had pushed. She started hugging him and telling him everything would be alright. Mike was watching with wide-eyed fear as he was pulled away from the scene and into the middle of the nursery. “W-What’s happening?” Mike snivelled as he rubbed his eyes. “Quiet, little girl.” The nurse said, “This is a fine way of saying hello to your new friends.” “I’m… I’m not a girl…” Mike whined. “Is that right?” The nurse let go of Mike’s wrist and opened the folder, “Michelle? Fitting name for a sissy like you.” “My name is Mike!” Mike shouted in response. He felt ridiculous in these clothes but he tried to be as masculine as he could be. “I can see we will have some real training to do with you.” The nurse said, “Luckily I like a challenge!” Mike was pulled to a chair in the centre of the room. The chair had restraints all over it and looked very customisable, as if the chair could be adjusted into any kind of seat it needed to be. The nurse sat down on the chair in front of Mike and the young man could see her nametag for the first time, her name was Emma. “Normally we like to ease people in to their new lives but I see you will need more advanced treatment.” Emma’s stern face made Mike shiver. “Listen, there must be some kind of mistake…” Mike started desperately. He still couldn’t believe what was happening. Mike’s wrist was yanked suddenly forward and he stumbled across Emma’s lap. He looked around to see a lot of eyes watching him and he kicked his legs out in desperation. He felt Emma leaning on his back with her body and he realised what was about to happen just before it did. “No!” Mike exclaimed. Emma’s hand reared back and then flew forwards and against Mike’s padded ass causing the young man to let out a little yelp. The diaper absorbed most of the blow but the humiliation was very effective. The hand went back again and Mike had a second of contemplation before he was hit again. He let out another yelp as he was forced to take his spanking as if he really were a little sissy girl. “Please stop!” Mike yelled as he tried to preserve a little dignity. He looked around the room and could see all eyes were turned his way and he felt beyond embarrassed to be in this position. Again and again Mike’s padded bottom reverberated with another spank. He could feel his butt getting warm and he started kicking his legs in an attempt to free himself, he could feel his composure slipping and he began to snivel again. Mike kept expecting the punishment to end but it seemed to go on and on. It seemed like Emma had great stamina as each hit registered with the same force of the last. His eyes teared up and after a particularly hard smack he felt himself start sobbing again. His legs kicked wildly but he was stuck fast and that just made him cry harder. He gave up all pretence of being an adult and cried loudly as his bottom stung with more punishment. Finally, after what felt like dozens of spanks, Mike felt the hand stop and rest against his rear end. There was a moment of peace as Mike slowly calmed down, he could feel Emma gently rubbing the outside of his plastic diaper and he started to calm down. His face was a deep red and his tears and snot made him feel like a little child who had just finished a tantrum. “Alexa, show Michelle to her room.” Emma said after a minute of rubbing. Mike was still too teary-eyed as the nurse named Alexa came over to him and Emma. Mike saw slowly pushed by Emma and he fell down on to his knees pathetically. “Get up.” Alexa commanded. Her voice had a distinct Eastern European accent. Mike just stayed where he was on his hands and knees. One of his hands moved round to his bottom and he sobbed quietly, he was acutely aware that everyone else in the room was still staring at him in silence. He realised he had put on quite the show from them all. “Get up!” Alexa said a little louder. Mike still couldn’t get to grips with everything that was happening. Just forty-eight hours ago he had been a normal young adult out in the real world and now he was a snivelling wreck on the floor of some weird nursery. He thought about his mom and wished she would come save him.
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  13. From the album: Christine's Rubber panties

    Dolly Andrea and Dolly Lisa are soooo helpful, making sure that Christine's rubber panties are of the highest quality and properly in place. At least that is what they better be doing. See how they put their legs on top of Christine's to make sure that she cannot get away. How did they lift her little babydoll?
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  14. It is nice when the author can get paid for his work or have a sponsorship arrangement with/thru Paetron. That being noted. I am of the same camp as Joeman - Stories posted here should be made available for free reading completely although maybe not necessarily all at once. Most of the stories here are of that nature - a continuing saga released with daily weekly chapters until finished. Option to read the full story right-a-way with purchase OK - but none of this "baiting priming the pump" after the start to read the rest of the story if there is no intention of posting the rest of it ! Another thing that bothers me is security of the payment form and who has access to details of my purchase and reading materials interest although being a member of this forum does have its security issues - but that is my own decision that I can accept.
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  15. It is dumb that someone can post on a story on here that has to be purchased to finish somewhere else. Stories posted on here should be able to be read in there entirety here. Just my opinion anyway.
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  16. Mom: "I'll take 2 vodkas and a chocolate milk." Bartender: "don't you mean 1 vodka and 2 chocolate milks?" Mom: "No. I'm driving."
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  17. I was a bedwetter and very late potty trainer growing up. I really didn't know at that time that I was interested in deing diapered but I obviously was. I wore diapers until age 4 and then training pants after that (The cloth kind with snaps on the sides). I remember vividly getting them changed. When I was 6 or 7, mom put me in disposables (Pampers) for the first time. It was about 1977. I remember her checking my diaper when I would wake up in the morning. I also remember pooping in my night diaper or training pants many many times. I was still pooping in my pants at age 9. I stopped wetting the bed at about age 11. A year or so later, I had desires to wear a diaper again. I started wetting the bed again and have ever since. Mom didn't immediately put me back in diapers. She covered my matress, and later replaced with a waterbed. I took various opportunities to have accidents (car trips, outings when a bathroom wasn't close by) My mom has said before that I have gone in my pants more than any kid on the planet! LOL. I loved the feeling!
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  18. For 2 million bucks, well, I'll let Ray Stevens answer this one... Would you give up your favorite food for life for $2,000,000?
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  19. I went with 56-65 as it was in that age bracket that I fully admitted to myself that I really was a diaper lover and needed to fully embrace it. Just wish it had not taken so long to accept that happy truth about myself
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