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Well you all met and exceeded the like count! Here is the Epilogue to the story! Epilogue: “NO MATTER WHAT keep your dreams alive, because without them you’ll never remember your destination!” the speaker finished the traditional commencement speech for our graduation at Emerson University. I looked around and could see the rows and rows of graduates behind me rising to their feet. Well, sort of – the huge TV screens that hung around the large indoor facility showed pictures high enough that I could see them above the platform. I had managed to reach graduation and was enjoying the accolades that came with that distinction. Names began being called, with mine being the seventh of those. “Stacy Slane Westerfield – Bachelors of Science in Computer Science – Magna Cum Laude!” I took my awkward stroll across the front area of the podium to receive the diploma that was actually almost as large as I was. I was so excited to have managed to make it to that stage and get that diploma, that I almost forgot to stop for my picture! “Come on Sweetie, smile for the camera!” The lady said as she pressed the shutter button and a flash went off. Something was off about the colors though, and I instantly sensed that without the protections I had there would have been hypnotic problems from something in that odd flash. ‘Great,’ I thought to myself, ‘make it to graduation and become an instant baby?!?’ “Congratulations,” Dean Sanders told me with a pat on my head as I passed by her to leave the platform. “Thank you Dean Sanders,” I told her with a smile. I impulsively hugged her legs right then, probably making every little wonder what the hell was wrong with me! As much as she was an evil woman, she had been kinder to me than I would have expected over the past few years. I figured it would also distract her from the lack of effect of the flash on me! She awkwardly patted my back and I continued back to my seat and enjoyed a quick view on a TV screen of her still stunned face. As I sat down I quickly got on my phone and sent a message to every little that was graduating that day. ‘The camera for your photo is rigged with something, close your eyes when they take it or something bad will happen!’ I was careful not to be seen as I sent it, but grateful that as littles came across the stage it seemed everyone followed that advice. There were only thirteen littles from my class that had even made it to graduation - ten of them were my Lambda Delta Pi sisters. One odd boy managed the feat, but he was also almost a betweener in height, so I think that helped him seem less adoptable. The other girl constantly looked on edge and was as skittish as a mouse, but managed to hide and blend in well enough to keep out of trouble. When everyone had been called to receive their diplomas the university president spoke for another moment. He gave us our final graduation speech and our hats flew through the air! I didn’t hesitate before I began hustling through the crowd to find Amanda and Fred. I had just about reached them when a tall brunette amazon girl picked me up, “Where do you think you’re going little girl? I’m sure after such a long big girl ceremony you have poopy pants! Let’s get them clean and then I’m going to have to take care you forever!” “Put me down,” I told her, “My mommy is right there and if I do need a change she’ll do it!” “Your mommy?” the girl asked, “What a load of shit – just like your diaper’s filled with!” I sighed but used a technique I had learned to twist out of her arms and kicked her ankle out from under her. I didn’t look back to see the broken ankle as she screamed in pain behind me. I ignored the stunned stares of those around me and just skipped to Amanda and put my arms up in the air to signal I wanted to be picked up. Beside her Fred held Bella, and Megan held an adorably dressed Meg. The diaper under the skirt of her dress was just a little bit visible with the way Megan held her, but I knew neither of them cared at this point. It had been startling to me, and more than a bit confusing when Meg had decided to suddenly begin seeking a safe adoption that last fall of our studies. She agonized over if she could pick someone instead of the other options, when we found out she could I had suggested Megan. She’d graduated two years earlier, had a good job, and a small house. Meg tended to be called Meggy more these days just to make discerning the two easier. She was diapered, and somewhat babied, but she was more like Bella or myself in that she was able to do whatever she wanted to at home. Really Megan and Meg played more video games together than engaged in a mommy and baby relationship! There had clearly been no future for her on her own though, and I was glad that at least it seemed to be working out for both of them. Megan had been the tougher party to convince as she had been so against adopting a little. In the end ‘best friends’ with mothering duties had to suffice to convince her. Last I knew Megan had even agreed begrudgingly to nurse Meg when she hadn’t stopped pestering her about it. I suspected her leaking boobs hadn’t left her with much choice! “Congratulations!” Amanda said with the hug as she scooped me up. I enjoyed the attention of my family as we stood around, and I was passed from one member to another. I said a number of tear filled goodbyes to a few friends and sorority sisters who saw me on the way to the car. I was sat in the carseat for what I knew would be my last moments with my adopted family. Amanda took the chance to change my diaper on in the back of the car when we arrived at the portal. “I’m going to miss you so much!” She told me as she hugged me tight. “I’m going to miss you too,” I told her. We could and would still take time to talk via the dimensional portal we decided, but my student visa was up the day I graduated – today. If I stayed any longer, then I wouldn’t be able to walk back through the portal ever again due to violating immigration laws! Fred took my bags, while Megan carried Bella and Meggy on her hips. The two of them had become good friends over the past few years. Meggy had been coming over to our house to work with me on homework and to get away from the crazy dorms up until she gave up being a student. She had been stunned when she realized that Bella had been allowed to sew anything she wanted in a secluded room in the house. Almost all of our clothing was made by her in the last year! Granny and Grandpa joined us at the doors to the portal. The automatic doors opened with Bella and Meggy setting off the alarm sensors… but not me. We had never fixed the Venture removal of the tag. It had been risky, but it saved us questions now. Once both were verified to be Amanda and Megan’s littles and we were allowed to the departure counter. I went through a similar process of going through an airport check-in. My family was able to walk me to the security lines, but only Amanda could pass that point with me. “I love you all,” was all I could say through my tears. “I’m going to miss you all!” I told them and hugs were exchanged all around. I had a few small presents that they handed me that I quickly added to my luggage. Little jewelry pieces, pictures, cards, and a couple stuffed bears were tough to stuff inside the full bags, but I managed. Once it was all inside Amanda walked with me to the security scanners. My luggage had to be searched due to electronics being present. It was prohibited to take computers and the technology from this dimension back home. As far as they could tell though the only electronics that I had in the suitcase were the ones I brought with me… I giggled at that when they let everything through though. The computer chasis of my laptop was the same that I brought four years prior, but the laptop I was taking home had nothing in common with that old clunker! Through security a couple people stared at me dressed up still in my uniform and graduation gown. “Did she just graduate from pre-school?” One of the security guards asked us as we waited to put me through the portal. “College actually,” Amanda said and the man had a look like a fish for the moment I cared to look at him. As we neared the actual portal there were very few bigs to be seen. Most of the people were littles and mids like I remembered when I’d arrived four years prior. The visa on my passport was checked and I was soon the next person in line to walk through. “I love you so much Stacy, I’m going to miss you!” Amanda said giving me a big hug. “I love you too Mommy!” I told her. “Now get going home so you can get on with your life and your future,” she told me. It was a teary eyed face that I left her, walking through the portal and after a flash I found myself back on my home side of the portal. I shook my head for a moment and looked up at the person ahead of me. ‘Looked up?!?’ I thought to myself. I felt my gut wrench and an ice cold feeling in my veins as I looked around at the other people waiting in line at the customs desk and realized they were all taller than me. I nervously approached the customs table where the lady looked at me, “What’s with the gown?” “Err… I just graduated from college a couple hours ago, heading home.” “College?” She asked stunned taking in my appearance, but then shook her head and said, “Passport?” I handed it to her and she looked at the two visa stamps, “Wow, I haven’t seen anyone stay that long in the other dimension and return before! You were at college you say?” “Yes ma’am,” I said politely. “Why does your passport say you’re 5’10” and male?” I sighed, “Long story, it is my passport.” I handed over some other documents, “Here is some information from a doctor there.” “I get the gender change… I don’t have a problem with anyone transgendered, but what’s with the height?” I shrugged, “Does anyone really understand the physical effects the portals have on people?” She shrugged, “True…” “Well I’ve seen stranger returns from that dimension. Have you brought anything back with you that you need to declare?” I didn’t have much but I showed her what she asked about. As far as they were concerned there wasn’t much they worried about people coming back. She didn’t say anything when she saw the packs of diapers I’d packed inside to be safe. I was looking forward to getting to somewhere I could measure myself though – I definitely wasn’t 5’10” anymore! As she cleared me I didn’t hesitate in hurrying as best I could with the cart of luggage I had to the security gates outside. I saw my Mom and Dad and was a bit dismayed that they didn’t spot me at first. “Mom!!!” I said and ran to her to hug her. “Stacy?!?” She asked, “Shouldn’t you be taller?” “I should be…” I told her with a frown. She hugged me nonetheless and it brought home the fact that I was now significantly shorter than Mom. The top of my head only barely reached my mom’s chest. Disregarding my shrunken height though, Dad and my grandparents took turns wrapping me in tight hugs before we made our way out of the station and out towards the car. My Dad and Grandpa took care of carrying my luggage and I found my mom’s hand wrapped around my own as we walked to the car. I noticed several sharply dressed men and their eyes following us as we left. At the car one of them approached, “I’m Agent Kraft…” he said to me while flipping open a badge. “Stacy,” I said politely, “What can we do for you?” “I’d like you to come with me…” he said. “Not likely,” I told him and stepped closer to my dad and grandfather. “We can make your life very difficult…” he said, “we just want to insure…” “No, I’m not going with you, and I’ll deal with you harshly if you push it further,” I added. “No you won’t…” he said. “You can’t do anything to me or any of us…” I took a second and got on my phone and said, “I can’t? Agent Kraft? You live at…” I proceeded to give him his life story in a quick summary and his eyes widened. “I managed to graduate from Emerson in that dimension. You might say I think I’m smarter than anyone in this dimension at this point. Information is a powerful thing that I can do a lot with!” I smirked at him, “We’re leaving now, have a good day sir,” I told him. “Let’s go!” I said again. He moved out of the way and I stayed hugged protectively hugged in Mom’s arms standing next to her as Dad took care of the luggage. The agents glared at us from a distance away while Kraft called on a phone. When Dad was done loading everything I climbed into the back with my mom and grandmother and we drove to our house. Throughout the ride home Mom kept her arm protectively around my shoulder, probably afraid I wasn’t real or would disappear again! Every now and then she would tuck a hair back into place on my head. We’d styled my hair into a really pretty updo for graduation that would have made any teenager look older. Amanda had used some pretty crystal topped pins and pearl combs to hold it in place. I was pretty sure in the other dimension it had made me look cute and like the equivalent of a Toddlers and Tiara contestant, but I loved that Amanda had spent so much time on it! It was like a last gift from her really… I felt a tear in my eye thinking of my goodbye to her, knowing I would never again go back to that dimension to be hugged by her. ‘I can’t afford to shrink anymore…’ I reminded myself. Back my dad carried all of my stuff with my mom leading me to my bedroom. There I received a big surprise! Mom had spent time redecorating it to look right for a teenage girl, as opposed to the boy décor that had been there before. She had placed a full length dressing mirror on the back of the door and I stared at my image. I definitely didn’t look like the college bound boy who had left home four years prior! I stripped the graduation gown off my body and looked like I was about ten or twelve at most in the school dress I wore. My face had changed some during the trip, leaving me looking younger in the face again – not a baby, but definitely not a teenager! The lack of shape of breasts only reinforced that I looked like I was an elementary school girl rather than an adult! Dad showed up with a tape measure, “Umm… Stacy, why don’t we check and see how tall you are?” I nodded and stood against the door, knowing I was probably getting an extra inch from my shoes. “Take your shoes off?” Mom suggested. I sighed but reached down and pressed on the hidden release of the shoes and smiled that the portal officials hadn’t caught onto my shoes or knives hidden therein! They slid off my feet and I groaned at the loss of height of another two inches. I put them to the side and stood against a wall that my dad pointed to. He pulled out the end and pushed it to the ground while measuring the top of my head. I felt him push down on my hair and said, “Hey… don’t mess up my hair please Dad.” “Sorry sweetie, but I wanted to get an accurate measurement. With your hair you would be four foot four…” I groaned, “Without my hair?” “You’re only four foot two,” he told me. I felt tears then and Mom embraced me, “I’m sorry honey…” “What the hell happened?” Dad asked me after I calmed a bit. “Shouldn’t you have returned to the same height as when you left? We did on our trip!” I shrugged and sighed, “I think it’s probably a side effect from the nanites,” I told him. “I’ve seen them shrink people when you do changes with them… It never really did anything to me in that dimension though… I’m guessing my body is this way for at least the foreseeable future…” “Can’t you use the nanites to grow?” Grandpa asked. I shook my head, “No, unfortunately not right now… it’s an energy problem. The same reason I shrink if I adjust them too much, the energy has to come from somewhere.” I was so concerned about my size I almost forgot about other needs. Luckily mom’s instincts caught my problem, “Umm… Stacy… do you have a diaper on?” I jolted, ‘of course I did?’ I blushed as I said, “Yes?” “I think it needs changed,” she told me. I sighed and realized that I had left the dimension fully potty trained with an extra foot and a half… oh and I was male before. But those facts seemed to be in the past, all that mattered then was the pee that was dripping down my tights clad legs from the leaky diaper. Mom shooed everyone else out of the room and stood there as I moved towards where Dad had sat my backpack down on a dresser. I opened the bag and discovered to my relief that the diapers seemed to have at least sized up to my current size when I came through. I had known that potty training wasn’t going to happen much in the other dimension. While I’d been living with Amanda and Fred I just hadn’t put a lot of effort into it. My junior year I’d almost lost control of my bowels too, but just barely nipped that in the bud. One day I had just left the classroom of a class when I’d had a poopy accident! It hadn’t happened until I left, but I’d been about three seconds from major demerits! I’d put more work on that side after that at least! But I hadn’t really stopped to pee in a toilet in four years, so I wasn’t stupid – accidents were definitely in the forecast! “You have more diapers in there?” Mom asked from the edge of my room. “Yes,” I told her. “You want help?” She asked nervously. I looked at her and knew that my four year absence had to have nearly killed her. Then add to that I wasn’t the same person I was when I left… I shrugged, “Sure,” I looked around, “Here?” She grabbed a towel from the hallway real quick and laid it on my bed before patting on it. I took the hint and handed her the diaper and wipes before lying down. She pulled the wet tights I was wearing off, the skirt of the dress I had on up, and then ripped open the diaper. “Haven’t done this in a while…” she said. I smirked, “that’s what I thought the first time…” She wiped me carefully, exchanged the old diaper for a new one, taped it and then sat me up as the doorbell rang. “Who is it?” I wondered aloud. I didn’t have time to wonder though because Mom had barely walked out the door to figure out what to do with my wet pamper when Gabby walked up the stairs. I stared at her and she asked, “Do you know where…?” Her jaw dropped, “Wait…” she breathed in, “Stacy?!?!” I smiled, “Hi Gabby,” I told her. She walked towards me and embraced me in a hug, “I thought you were going to return to your old height when you came back?” I laughed, “Me too…” The two of us talked for a long while that night, and over the course of the couple days she accompanied my mom and I shopping for a new wardrobe for me. Most of what I had brought home fit without any problems, the issue was that it was mostly meant for a babied little. Crotch snaps and short dresses with bloomers hardly seemed appropriate for a girl who appeared to be nine or ten. We had settled on being generous and saying ten… A week after I returned the portal agents came to our house and attempted to basically badger our silence. “You seem to think you have the upper hand,” I told them across our dinner table. “We have way more money and power than you do,” an older gentleman said as if educating a young child the facts of the world. “Money? Probably… Power…?” I smirked, “Not so much.” He gaped at me then, “How could you ever think to match us? We have…” “Nothing really, not when certain files, and a documentary, that I’ve prepared on the treatment of visitors and littles in that dimension gets out to the public.” “You’d never be able to…” I laughed, “You realize I went to that dimension to study computers, right?” I smirked, “I already have fail safes setup both with physical copies and digital copies prepared to automatically be delivered to media companies, politicians, and just straight to several thousand website pages if anything happens to me.” “Bullshit,” a younger man called. The older man motioned his hand at him though, “My associate in the dimension mentioned you were not an insignificant foe. What will it take to keep you quiet?” “Leave me and my family alone. If you want to help me blend in get me some documentation that says I’m some sort of child prodigy who has graduated high school and college. A new birth certificate and social security card would be nice, but I don’t have a real desire to get into a mix with you. If I don’t make contact with people and devices regularly though, the information gets sent. I would just leave me alone if I were you…” The older man looked at me and nodded, “Fair enough, you’ll have your documentation. Fail to keep your silence though and we’ll be coming after you and your family and sending you all back to the dimension. My colleagues at Venture could use some new stock…” I changed my mind on tactics then and leaped over the table, pulling my knife out from my shoe and holding it to the man’s throat. “Do you know what I did to the last men from Venture?” He looked at me with fear in his eyes and I moved the knife closer to his throat to make my point to his other two associates who were rounding on me. My dad was shouting in the meantime and I said, “Enough!” I smiled at the man, “Did I make my point? If you ever try to threaten my family again I will end your life.” “Understood…” the man gasped. I stood up and walked to the door and opened it for the men to leave. “Stacy what the hell was that?” My mom yelled at me. “Mom, Dad… I guess I need to tell you more about my time than I told you…” THE MEN WERE as good as their word and I soon had a new birth certificate. The only thing about it that I didn’t like was that it said I was eight years old. I think they did it to tweak me a little in revenge! The diplomas were real enough, but the problem was no one would accept them. I began just doing work online like a little would back in the other dimension. I mostly refused to speak to clients, which was odd to many but I quickly gained a reputation as an amazing coder. The software projects I was putting out and working on were quickly making me, and my family, very rich. In particular I was developing AI systems for all sorts of industries that were so powerful they could all but think for themselves! I stayed in contact with Amanda and Fred off and on over the proceeding years. One of the first conversations was a little bit awkward though, “So Stacy… what did you do to your cousins?” I batted my eyelashes innocently, “What do you mean?” “This past weekend when we met at my parents house they could all walk again, had teeth, and could talk intelligently. My sisters were kind and absolutely showering them with affection… What did you do?” I had smirked, “I just did what I could do to heal everyone.” I didn’t give more information to her, especially over the unsecured connection, but I had managed to inject all of them with nanites to repair the damage done to them at our last family gathering. I’d programmed a delay though so I’d be gone before any consequences! I’d also taken Bella’s parents project of making amazons to imprint on their littles, and given that set of nanites to Chloe and Cassie, along with their husbands. The two of them would have had no choice but to actually love their ‘babies’ and not hurt them or mistreat them anymore. In the coming months I heard that family gatherings had become a lot more peaceful! As much as I wanted independence from my parents, I had to accept that there was no way I could move out at that point. I appeared to the world a girl mid-way through elementary school at best. Mom seemed to enjoy having a daughter my supposed age to play with, go shopping with, and even forced me to do things like gymnastics and dance. Well, that actually wasn’t too much forcing as I had a lot of fun learning how to do both of those! We had to switch studios about once a year so that no one would get suspicious over my appearance not changing. The biggest problem with those classes though was that my potty training was a continuing disaster. No matter what we had tried I could not seem to regain my urinary continence! Further I seemed to miss with number two accidents one out of every four times… One doctor had suggested that the estrogen shot Fred said I needed to start my puberty might help matters. He based it off the idea that bedwetting tended to end in puberty for those who struggled. Sadly nothing happened with six-months of monthly and weekly shots, other than I would get violently ill and moody! My body refused to start growing, filling out, or to start up my reproductive system. Eventually I gave up and agreed with the doctor that I might look like I was nine years old for the rest of my life. The only positive thing was that he thought that might be indefinite… like I might live for a couple hundred years or more longer than I should! We tried some different options for protection to deal with my problems when my diapers from the other dimension ran out. GoodNights and UnderJams were the right size, and more discrete, but even my leaking accidents would overwhelm them regularly. I hated having wet marks on my clothes or bedding from leaks! The smallest youth and adult diapers fit, but just barely as I was really skinny now. I also hated the clinical way they looked too! Even just before I left I had discovered the ABDL community and began looking to see if they had any answers. I knew they had companies making cute diapers for adults and searched all of them. Sadly they were all made way too big to fit me. To my surprise searching one of those boards though I saw an out there suggestion that the largest size of baby diapers might fit someone larger than my size. Being under 60 pounds the largest Pampers was a cuter option, and because I was skinny they actually did fit reasonably well and worked. Most adults were pretty good about not calling out my diapers… About once a week though we would hear some comment about, ‘how sad that her mom hasn’t even potty trained that girl!’ or ‘Diapers? At that age?’ Inevitably one of those parents would brag about their daughter being potty trained before she was even two. It was the difference in the treatment between our dimensions really. Back in the other dimension they might heckle, but it was expected that a girl my size there would be in diapers. Here, my size meant I was an outcast in that I had to wear diapers. Over the years I became desperate to at least not have to stand in a leotard with a diapers edges showing when I went out to practice. I could handle the little girl part, but the diapers needed to go! I began looking at the one resource I still hadn’t tried – the nanites. They were still active in my body and I knew I could do some changes with them still. I theorized there might be a buildup of the one protein from nursing from Amanda for so long? I started programming the system to remove that again if so. I also researched and discovered a couple other points in my nervous system that might be malfunctioning and causing the problems. That was how five years after I’d returned home I told my mom I was going to try it. She too was desperate to help me get rid of the diapers and the rude comments, and encouraged the attempt. Late one afternoon she watched as I pressed a send button on the computer screen with the code and waited for the jolt that had usually accompanied an edit. It came, but it was a lot more than a jolt! I panicked and screamed as my body twisted in shock and pain for several long moments. Mom stayed back as I’d instructed her. I knew instantly that something had definitely gone wrong with the update. When the changes stopped I stood up - right through the neck hole of my dress! I looked up at Mom and said, “Oh no!” and upon listening to my voice I began crying heavily. She picked me up and held me in a tight hug until after a few minutes I managed to get control of my emotions. We both realized we had a big problem. “Can you undo this?” Mom asked me. I shook my head, “I don’t think so… what am I going to do? Or even wear?” “Well wear we can handle… stay right there,” she told me. “Where would I go buck naked?” I asked as she left… ‘Amanda always warned me something like this could happen!’ I thought angrily to myself. She went down the hallway and I heard a closet door opening, things being shoved around, before she returned with a pink diaper bag that looked brand new but looked a bit dusty. She opened up a compartment and pulled out a Pamper that seemed to be about the right size for my shrunken frame. “Why do you have that?” “I was afraid you wouldn’t grow when you came home… So I bought some diapers and outfits that would fit if you didn’t change size…” Given my success rate, or lack thereof, with the potty she quickly diapered me in the smaller Pamper. I caught a glimpse of a number on the diaper and saw that it was a size four diaper. As she closed it I told her, “I think this one may be a size too big…” “I think you’re right,” she agreed. “We’ll go to the grocery store in a minute…” I groaned, but was at least grateful we weren’t in the other dimension. She pulled out a cute sundress and leggings combination from the bag and dressed me in it. With that outfit we discovered that Size 2T was baggy on my thin frame. A quick check on a scale and with a tape measure provided us with my new height of thirty-four inches, and I was just twenty-three pounds now! I was officially smaller than I was in the other dimension! Mom had already picked up a carseat that she had never taken back to the store. She dug it out of the back of the garage and I watched as she pulled it from the box. She looked at a manual before setting it up to be rear-facing. That made me groan, once again I’d be looking at the backseat of the car, but I couldn’t deny I needed it… and it was my own fault! As she buckled me inside she handed me a familiar looking pacifier, “I know you’ve been sucking on this at night, do you want it?” I turned red but accepted it and nursed on it. Ever since I returned I hadn’t been able to give up on that habit… I’d thought I’d done a good job of keeping that secret while I was sleeping! What I missed more than anything was nursing from Amanda, and that was not going to happen again. She drove to the grocery store and I endured what would become a routine outing as a toddler with her mom. She wasted no time grabbing the next smaller size of Pampers and threw in a box of nighttime diapers too. We had plenty of wipes already, as nothing was really changing with my potty training, just the size of the diaper! She picked out some bottles and bibs before she pushed the cart to the checkout. There the lady smiled and cooed at me, saying how adorable I was! I just smiled back and pretended to be a little again! When we reached the car she checked my diaper. “Still dry,” she told me with a surprised tone. I started a bit at that, “Really?” “Really…” With that I could actually feel a need to go. Over the next few months the irony of my life was that I had been able to get my body able to potty train again… I used Pull-Ups, and later even regular big girl panties, for about a year before I ultimately decided potty training wasn’t worth the hassle. My bladder was just too small and I needed to go too often. I never woke up dry from sleeping, and car trips were hit or miss excursions that led back to Pull-Ups when we were away from the house. I decided it was also really tough to climb on toilets that weren’t training potties. I even fell in once at a store… We had a few doctors quietly examine me and run more tests. They found that my bones were fused together like an adult, so the likelihood of me growing was non-existent. Knowing that growth wasn’t going to happen I decided blending in was probably my most important move. She became Mama when I talked to her… I couldn’t call her Mommy, that would always be Amanda… Amanda… when I told her about what I had done she given me the strictest ‘I want to spank you’ look she’d ever given me. “Why did you mess with them?” She hissed, “If you’d asked me I would have told you not to risk it!” She couldn’t believe I had gone messing with the nanites when I spoke with her on that first video call. She told me if I’d bothered to ask she would have warned me they’ve theorized our dimensions have some different physics laws at play, and that this would probably be the result. “You might as well have stayed with me…” she commented sadly. In some ways I agreed, but I was happy being with my real parents at least. I gradually regressed back to old habits from the other dimension. My room at home transformed into a nursery, complete with a crib and changing table that Gabby had helped us pick out. She continued to come around and became the go to babysitter and second mother really when she wasn’t working. When I had privacy I continued to build my software company unseen by anyone. The large fortune I earned meant that meant we moved to a bigger house with an even nicer nursery for me. Another room was built with low counters for me that let me reach all of the computers and equipment that I needed to continue my software business. As time went on I became one of the wealthiest people on the planet… a mysterious one because no one knew what I looked like! Our new house also had the requisite indoor pool that made me happy as I swam in it at least once a day! In public though all anyone saw was a cute toddler girl who didn’t have a care in her diapered world. Days at daycare, playgrounds, playdates, and other typical toddler activities became a part of my life as much as my software business. I learned so much about computers from the other dimension that I got my dream of being one of the world’s best programmers, but in exchange for that I gave up the potty forever! Honestly I decided that it seemed like a good exchange to me! Finis ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I started writing this over Christmas a bit over two years ago, and I'm glad I was able to bring it to an end! It's turned into a 359,000 word monster that's over 600 pages long in my Word Document (I use 10 point font). It won't be immediate, but I will be going back through and editing this into three separate books and reposting them. Since this was a serial work I know there are things I need to go back and fix! I hope you enjoyed the ride of the story as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please let me know what you think! Thank you to everyone who has taken a moment to write a comment!!!! The full edited trilogy Exchanged, Little Hope, and Alterations is now available on Kindle. Please visit my new Author Page to purchase them! http://amazon.com/author/babysofia

19.) "The disposables are easy enough to figure out, but the cloth are more difficult - you need to fold them, and then pin them, and probably want to wear the cover. Do you need help with that?" Carlotta hadn't been expecting the girls phone call, but she had given her phone number so it wasn't an impossibility. She actually found it cute that she'd called, even though it had taken her four hangups before she'd managed to say a word. "I don't really get it..." I had sorted everything in the box twice over, trying to figure out what was what. Diapers were diapers, but the towels were also diapers... then there were the puffy plastic underwear, and the powder, some cream, and wipes. I stood five feet away from my bed, like it was infected. "Why don't they have instructions..." "Don't fret babydoll, it's easy to figure it out. Lay it out on the bed and I'm going to explain how to fold it, and then how to put it on. It's easy, but I need you to stay calm and to listen and to do whatever I say. Are you ready to do that?" Carlotta was laying on her bed with her feet up in the air as she talked - it was her afternoon off, and she finally offered what might have only been logical. "I can come over and show you if you want, where do you live? Another town over, right?" "Oh, you can't come here." I'd only met her the one time, the one time at a store, and if she came here... if my parents found out... and anyway, I wasn't about to let her undress me! My fingertips were cold and I winced at the floor. "I'm sorry I called, I'm sorry... I'll figure it out..." And I hung up. Fuck... Carlotta tried to call back, but the girl didn't answer and so she let it be for now. She was worried, though - she knew she had a problem and she was trying to deal with it herself, but it wouldn't get dealt with if she couldn't figure out the basics. After ten more minutes of laying on her bed, Carlotta's phone began to ring and she looked at it, wondering if it was the girl calling back. "I'm bleeding," I mumbled into the phone. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Why did it matter? It shouldn't matter if I wore anything this stupid... but I wanted to, wanted to badly enough that I had to call the girl. I should have tried the disposables first... but they made so much noise when I touched them. "I poked myself with the pin..." "Oh sugar..." They weren't condescending words, really, they were caring words from a woman who probably cared too much about a fifteen-year old girl with a bedwetting problem. She spoke very calmly and very carefully to explain to the girl. "You'll lay out two of the diapers on top of one another. And then you take the lower left corner of the diaper and fold it about one third diagonally, but don't let the upper left corner move. You got that?" There was a minute of silence on the phone before I answered, still holding the cotton ball against my bare hip. I should have kept my underwear on... "....no, not really. Isn't there a picture or something..." But both packages had nothing but writing on them. I felt like I'd fall apart into tears. Maybe this was a bad idea... "It's... this doesn't really matter... I don't need them..." "Yes, you do. You do, and you can do this. How about you get on the train and we'll meet halfway - we can meet in a mall or something, maybe in Scottson? And I can show you how to fold them, there? I'll treat you to dinner if you like." She wanted to better try to explain things to the girl, but she could hear the defeat and frustration in her voice and she didn't want for her to hang up. "I... I shouldn't... I could just wear the plastic ones..." It was the smarter decision, but what if I really liked them? I couldn't wear something that made that much noise around my mom, or around Lucky... the little towels were perfect... "I'll meet you at the Scottston Mall in about an hour, okay? I'll wear a purple hoodie and I'll wait by VS on the ground floor." Carlotta figured that maybe, just like in her store, it would be better to give directions rather than to ask questions. "Bring two cloth diapers and some pins, and a cover as well. Okay?" "Which ones... are the ones that cover it..." I was looking at the disposables again when she described the plastic underwear. I was wondering what those were for... "Right. Okay, see you..." I hung up the phone and replaced it in the hall, packing up my stuff in the same brown box before heading down to the train station. I wasn't really doing this... was I? True to her word, Carlotta was wearing a purple hoodie when she smiled at the nervous looking girl with the brown box. She had a black skirt on and fishnet stockings with tears, and played with a piercing in her lower lip as she grinned. "You made it. Come with me, there's a bathroom off the food court with a parents room we can commandeer, and then we can get something to eat." Directions, not questions. "Right, but—“ The girl pulled me down the hall by the wrist and I nearly dropped the box from under my arm. She didn't let me go until we were in the little off-shoot bathroom at the end of the mall. I'd never been to this mall before... "This is weird," I mumbled, looking at the watch on my wrist. It was just past five... my parents would be home by eight. Carlotta took the box from the girl and opened it, setting it down on the floor as she laid first one cloth diaper, and then the other on top, down on one of the benches that lined the walls. "You want two, because you probably only need one but two is better." And then making it look as simple as could be, she pulled in the bottom left corner, and then the bottom right corner. "Sit up here, take off your pants. You can leave your knickers on." "What...?" The girl pointed at the stack of cloth and I played nervously with my fingers. She made it look so easy... "I... I saw how... um... the folding thing... so... so I'm probably good now..." Honestly, though, despite my understanding it so far, I had no idea how that square of cloth was a diaper. "Up. You came all this way, do you want to know how to do this? Cloth diapers have a lot of advantages. Just sit up here, okay? I'll get you anything you’d like for dinner." Honestly that wasn't so much an issue, if the girl was going to let her help, she'd help her without the offer of food - but Carlotta made it anyway. "Can't I keep my jeans on, I don't know why I shouldn't..." Carlotta rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "I've seen girls in their knickers before, sweetie.” "I know, but..." "Whatever you're comfortable with - I'm just trying to make this easy." So I crawled up on the bench with my jeans still in place and sat down on the square of fabric. The girl was high above me now and I suddenly had a sensation rush through my stomach in a way I'd never felt. Something like... butterflies... With the jeans on, it wouldn't be a perfect example, but Carlotta adjusted the diaper and pulled the folded part up between the girls legs, bringing the sides around to the front to pin into place with the large pins one either side. "It'll fit a lot nicer without the jeans on - I was hoping to put it on you and put your jeans on over it while we went out to eat - you'll never come back to this mall I bet so it would be a good way for you to trial it out, you know?" "R-right....." My voice was far away, my cheeks lit up like Christmas tree lights, but the expression wasn't shame or embarrassment. The girl pinned the diaper, making sure I understood, and unpinned it again. My fingers tingled at my sides and I looked up at her with glossy eyes. Gosh... "How about I unpin that, put it back on over your knickers, show you how the cover works and then we can go get some dinner, alright?" Despite the question-mark, it wasn't hard for anybody to realize that she wasn't asking the girl - she was giving a direction. A direction to the very warm-cheeked girl who looked at her now was glossy eyes and a faraway smile. I felt my head nod, but it wasn't a conscious decision. I felt Carlotta’s fingers slip under the corners of my jeans and tug them down, just to my ankles, and repositioned the diaper over the milky pink panties. I could hardly breathe. She pinned them in place, talking as she did, but I didn't hear a word of it. I was slipping away from reality... "You're only wearing one, so you want to put the cover on.” She picked the plastic cover out of the box and pulled the jeans off the girls feet so she could slide the soft pink plastic up her legs. "Lift your tush." And she did, too, without any protest, as the plastic cover was pulled into place. "I bet you feel a lot better now, it must be so stressful going around without protection, right? Pull your jeans up, we'll go get some food." 20.) I dizzily followed the girl through the mall. I wondered if anyone noticed, but I'd worn a long top and my coat touched the backs of my thighs. Maybe it was fine. But my walking certainly was different... "Try putting one foot in front of the other, sweetie.” I did my best to listen to Carlotta, and I actually pulled off a pretty mature walk despite the hand holding. The box was thrown out and the rest of the supplies stuffed in my backpack. It was a little bit weird to Carlotta to be holding the girl’s hand, but she looked the part of grungy older sister anyway so she figured nobody would read too much into the age difference. Piper followed quietly as they went toward the food court, though the flushed color never left the girl’s cheeks. "Is there something you feel like eating, cutie?" I shrugged my shoulders, looking down at my shoes. I wanted my red dress so fucking bad right now... "I... I don't care..." So we got ice cream. She probably didn't have tons of money, and I wasn't too big on eating anyway. We sat at one of the tables in the food court and I fiddled nervously with my top. It was like the chair was padded or something - so comfortable, so warm, so... Piper ordered a rainbow swirl sundae with blue syrup and sprinkles - a decidedly juvenile choice, but Carlotta remembered when she was the girl’s age and the desire to cling to childish things. "You can wash them like normal once you wet them," The topic seemed to catch Piper off guard and she blushed deeply and looked back down at her sundae. “Put your washer on pre-soak. If you like them, we'll get you some more on Thursday when we meet next. But you might like the disposables more, some people like the convenience." "I... I don't need any more, though..." Carlotta chuckled and took a bite of her sundae. "Sweetie, the disposables get thrown out, and two cloth ones will only last you one night of the week..." I bit my lip and looked down, shaking my head. "Why can't I just wear them again...?" Carlotta gave the girl a really curious look. "You need time to wash them after you use them, sugar, the pee isn't going to just disappear on it's own. You probably need six or eight, depending on how often you can clean them." Carlotta had finished her own sundae and she looked at the watch on her wrist, checking the time with a little smile. There was something she enjoyed about Piper's company, even if she'd said very little since they'd left the changing room. "I... what...?" "What?" I just looked blankly at the girl, trying to make sense of what she'd said. I had to clean them because of pee. That's what she said, right? It took a minute - a minute of her working things out and a minute of me working things out - before it finally hit me. THEY ARE DIAPERS! "I-I'm not gonna...! It's not like that!!" Wow, my cheeks burned scarlet. "Sugar, of course you are - that's why you need them. It's not like you'd be spending your birthday money on protecting yourself if you didn't need it. It's okay to talk to me about it - I do work in the best stocked store for those supplies in the county." Piper looked down at her ice-cream with scarlet cheeks and a look of conflict in her eyes, like maybe she was trying to figure something out. "It's okay, girlfriend, really it is. No one will ever know but me and you." "But, I..." I bit hard on my lower lip. She thought I wet the bed? It would explain it. It would explain it a hell of a lot better than I could explain it! But I was fifteen, of course I didn't wet the bed!! Gosh... what was I supposed to say... "It's cool. Look. You know why I work where I work? Because I had the same problem until I was like sixteen. And nobody was there to help me, I had to work it out on my own." Okay, so maybe that was a bald-faced lie. Maybe she only said that to girls Piper's age so they didn't feel as much shame. But it worked, it always worked, and Piper looked at her with a curious expression that Carlotta hadn't seen before. "Really...?" "Yeah, absolutely." "So, like, you just... um... you know..." "A couple times a week," she said, and I played with my fingers in my lap. A couple times a week. I could... I could lie. I could say I was wetting the bed. Maybe I could get Mom to get some more for me. But the idea was quickly shot down - if my mom ever found out, I wouldn't be in diapers, I'd be in a doctor's office... or a mental hospital. She didn't tolerate this kind of thing... "It's a perfectly normal thing, and more common than you think. A lot of girls your age wind up at my store, and all of them are always so shy.” Carlotta nodded to Piper’s sundae and smiled. "Finish your ice-cream before it gets all melty." I took another bite of ice cream before looking at my feet. I still had all those feelings in my stomach, the tingly happy kind... and I was just so... I just liked this so much... with her... here... "You're... uh... an adult, right, like a grown up...?" I couldn't keep hanging out with a grown up like this. Ugh, what was I even thinking? "Jeez, I don't know. Am I? I'm nineteen. I guess that makes me an adult, though I don't ever remember agreeing to it. Is that one of those things they just spring on you? Yeah I have my own place and have a job, but I don't know if I'm anymore adult than you - I think for a long time we're all just kids in body's that grow older but never take into account what we want." The answer was surprisingly poignant and Carlotta found herself surprised by her own words. "Right, right...." I was so lost in thoughts. I couldn't figure it out. I had to go getting all weird feeling for a grown up, and for a girl? But it wasn't like that, was it? Of course not. I reached for her hand as we walked back to the train station together, and I felt my cheeks warm up when she let me hold it. She was nineteen... Piper seemed to figure out how to walk in some manner of normality despite the bulk between her legs. "I'll see you again on Thursday, let me know if you want to go with cloth or disposable, alright? And you have my number so you can call me anytime you like between now and then." They'd come this far together, but now would be taking opposite trains. I played with her fingers in mine and she played with the tips of my hair. She was so wonderful to me, so helpful, and my fingers were still numb in hers. I just... I just didn't understand any of it. I felt so warm and fuzzy around her, a kind of feeling I'd never... so I leaned in, pushing myself on my tip toes, and kissed her lips. But I missed. No, she pulled away. Oh... "I... oh... oh, fuck... sorry..." I quickly let go of her fingers and panic washed over my chest. FUCK PIPER WHAT THE HELL! She could saw the whiteness drain all the color away from the girls face and she recognized the signs - the softly heaving chest, the pallor, the flexing and clenching of her fingers. Carlotta sat the girl down with one movement onto the bench seat and put one hand on her cheek and used the other to hold one of her hands. "Fact #1: I dig girls. You didn't freak me out. Fact #2: I think you're pretty as heck, so this isn't about any of that. Fact #3: You're like, fifteen, and you might not even dig girls. You might just like that I'm taking care of you. If you do, that's okay, but I don't think we should kiss. If you actually dig me, that's cool too, but I still don’t think we should kiss. I don't want to exploit you. Understand? You gotta be sure about what you want and not just because you feel content right this second.” I wasn't sure what the hell she'd just done to me. Like. Like she turned me off. Like I switched off, physically. I just sat there. Panic fell away. Everything fell away. I just sat there, her hand on my cheek, my hand in hers. I waited. Wondered when it would snap back. But it didn't. It trickled. I took in a breath of air - the first I remembered taking in in minutes - and looked up at the girl. "I... I'm sorry... I don't really... I don't know what happened..." "You freaked. It's cool." And in that moment, it was, too. Everything was okay. The train on the other tracks rumbled by noisily and Carlotta waited for it to pass. That had been Carlotta's train, and that meant she'd have a wait after Piper's came, but she didn't mind. "I don't like girls..." Of course I didn't! "And you're like... four years older than me..." Which she was. I felt so fucking gross... how had I done that? "I don't know what came over me. I really don't. I know it wasn't right, and... I don't know. I have these feelings in my tummy, like butterflies in movies, and I've never felt that, I just thought..." "Sounds like what I felt before I kissed Stacy McKenna when I was your age." Carlotta shrugged her shoulders. “I mean, I like guys too. Just for different things. Guys get me feeling one way and girls get me feeling another, and neither is better than the other. You're a smart chick, though, if you think you like girls too... or only like girls, I'm sure you'll figure it out. Or you'll call me at 2am in tears tonight wondering if you said something right now that upset me. Which you didn't." A train rolled up behind Carlotta on the platform and she smiled at Piper. "Talk to you later, sweetie.” It was a long ride home. I couldn't figure out why I'd done what I'd done. I couldn't believe it. Maybe I was dreaming. I didn't even think twice about what I was wearing - it didn't cross my mind - until I'd arrived home. I closed the door to the foyer when I smelled food and I remembered my mom's car was in the driveway. I quickly tugged my coat around my body and hurried up the stairs. I put the diapers away, right? Of course I did, I wasn't stupid... right? "Piper Belle." Middle name always meant trouble, if the sternness of the tone wasn't enough to give that away on its own. Piper froze in the stairwell and her Mom stood at the bottom with her arms crossed. "Lucky called here looking for you earlier. Is there something you'd like to talk about? Like perhaps where you were without leaving a note or any way to contact you?" Jenny's house? No, she could call. I went for a walk... too vague. I stepped down the stairs, the coat still wrapped around me, and bit my lip. Did those plastic pants crinkle? I didn't hear them now - maybe I was fine. But at least she was downstairs and not up, right? She hadn't checked yet... she hadn't expected me home. But Lucky called.... "I... I went to the mall to... check out some clothes..." "Not more clothes like what Lucy got you, I hope?" Despite the questioning, her Mom's tone of voice made it clear enough that she believed the story. "How about you and I go shopping tomorrow afternoon, we'll get you a nice dress for a girl your age and some pretty tops, okay?" It was a peace-offering, however passive-aggressive it might have been. "Y-yeah, mom, that sounds great... I'm gonna go change into my PJs, and I'll be right down." I hurried back up the stairs, listening for the rustling of the underwear. They did make sounds, but it was faint, quieter than the disposables. I did my best to walk proper on the way down the hall. I was going to get out of this just fine... ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Like & Comment! Please consider supporting us on Patreon!

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Elizabeth was sat at the dining table in her dressing gown and eating some toast. “There was something I had to do.” Rebecca replied cryptically as she took her shoes off and walked into the house. “Something so important you left your used pull-up on the floor of your room?” Elizabeth raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips, “And you didn’t even leave a note.” “I was in a hurry…” Rebecca replied quietly as she blushed red. Elizabeth took a bite of her toast and looked at the newspaper in front of her on the table. She quietly turned the page as she scanned all the latest news and developments. Rebecca hadn’t thought about how to bring the subject up but she walked into the dining room and sat in the chair opposite her mother. “I don’t know how to tell you this…” Rebecca said as she pulled out her phone. The video she had filmed was still open and waiting to be played. “Try starting at the start.” Elizabeth replied without looking up. She smiled at her own little joke. “Just watch this.” Rebecca said as she slid her phone across the table so that it stopped in the middle of the newspaper. “What is it?” Elizabeth asked with a frown. “Just watch.” Rebecca repeated as she sat back in her chair and watched her mom’s reactions. Elizabeth pressed the play button and Rebecca watched as the short clip played. She heard Tim’s voice and then the woman shouting at him before the video cut off. For a minute there was silence until Elizabeth played it again. She was expressionless the whole time but Rebecca could feel an air of oppressive tension around the table. “You spied on Tim?” Elizabeth finally asked as she put the phone down, “You snuck out to spy on my boyfriend?” “What!?” Rebecca couldn’t believe that was what her mom was focusing on, “I mean… Yes, I did, but-” “No but’s!” Elizabeth interrupted, “I raised you better than that. You’re grounded!” “Grounded!?” Rebecca exclaimed, “But… Did you watch the video? Tim’s cheating on you!” “It might’ve been taken out of context.” Elizabeth replied casually, “And I’m keeping this. No phone for you for a week.” “Un-fucking-believable.” Rebecca muttered, “Whatever… I did everything I could. If you want that pig to break your heart then I’m not going to stand in your way.” Rebecca stood up quickly and her chair fell over behind her. She had tears in her eyes as she looked at her mother who would rather believe Tim over her own daughter. She turned away from the table and practically ran upstairs in tears. Once she reached her bedroom she loudly and violently slammed it shut. Rebecca paced up and down her room in a rage as she tried to think of what to do next. She considered running away but she was too smart to do something like that. She picked up some of her stuffed toys and angrily threw them against the wall, they bounced off harmlessly but it helped with her teenage rage. Rebecca’s PC was still turned on from the night before and she sat down at her desk and pulled up her instant messenger programme. She scanned the list of names and found the one that she needed to talk to. There was one friend who knew about Rebecca’s nocturnal issues and that was Piper. Despite all Rebecca’s fear Piper had always been there for her and when she had accidentally found out about Rebecca’s bedwetting she had been cool with the whole thing, she hadn’t told a soul about the pull-ups or anything. Rebecca would never forget the kindness of her best friend. “Hi.” Rebecca typed to her best friend. “Hey. You alright?” Piper replied almost instantly. “No. I’m grounded.” Rebecca replied. “What? Why?” Piper replied. “I found evidence of that bastard cheating on my mom and she still didn’t believe me.” Rebecca typed. She found that talking to her friend alleviated some of the pent up anger. “That’s lame.” Piper commiserated. “That’s only the tip of the ice berg.” Rebecca continued to vent as her fingers danced over the keyboard, “He saw us in the store yesterday when I was buying pull-ups and he laughed at me. He made fun of me.” “What an ass.” Piper said. She added an angry emote to her message, “It’s a shame you can’t make him know what it feels like.” Rebecca started writing her agreement when she stopped and deleted all of her prospective message. Maybe there was a way to make Tim feel her pain, she leaned back in her chair and looked out her window in deep thought. A couple of years ago Elizabeth had suffered some kidney stones which had left her unable to function for a couple of weeks. Rebecca distinctly remembered her getting medicine that was designed to stimulate the kidneys and bladder to force more urine through. This had caused the side-effect that she had been desperate for the bathroom quite often. Rebecca had discovered something about her mom at the time. With her mom in pain Rebecca had dashed up and into the master bedroom to find her medicine, she had opened the drawers next to the bed and found a packet of adult diapers. She had ignored the underwear, found the medication and took it down to her mom. She assumed that Elizabeth’s medicine that made her pass a lot of urine quickly could make it somewhat hard to control. She had never mentioned it to anyone. “I have to go.” Rebecca typed quickly, “I’ve got an idea.” Rebecca signed off from her instant messenger before Piper could reply and she ran through the idea in her head. She knew she would be taking a risk but she couldn’t sit around and watch as Tim forced himself on the family, she couldn’t watch her mom get heartbroken again. Walking over and opening her bedroom door Rebecca leaned over the railings on the landing. She listened for any sounds of movement and heard some banging of utensils in the kitchen. Elizabeth must be washing up or something. Seizing her opportunity Rebecca walked quickly down the landing to her mom’s bedroom door. She pushed it open to see the double bed that dominated the room, the window overlooking the street was on the far wall whilst a large closet stood near the foot of the bed. A desk next to the closet had a small television on it as well as a lot of make-up. Rebecca’s target was the set of drawers closest to her. She hurried into the room and barely dared to breathe, if she was caught doing this it would be almost impossible to explain. The top drawer contained Rebecca’s mom’s underwear. The teenage girl cringed as she looked at the stuff her mom wore and quickly closed the drawer again. The second drawer was where her mom kept the various bits of mostly useless stuff she had accumulated. Things like old batteries and safety pins, things that were never used but might be useful one day. Opening the third drawer down brought Rebecca face-to-face with the adult diapers she had found the last time she had been looking through these drawers. The packet was still half full and the large diapers were still folded up and awaiting use. Rebecca wanted to pull one of the disposables out to examine it but as she reached a hand forwards she suddenly heard footsteps approaching the stairs. Quickly closing the drawer and opening the bottom one, Rebecca finally found what she was looking for. The drawer was full of medicine but the teenager immediately saw the bottle of dissolvable pills she was looking for. She grabbed the large plastic bottle and slipped it into her pocket before closing the drawer and hurrying out of the bedroom. She closed the door slowly and had just made it back to her bedroom when her mother appeared at the top of the stairs. Elizabeth said nothing as she walked past Rebecca’s open door and towards her own bedroom. Rebecca let out a deep sigh of relief. She stopped acting casually and closed her bedroom door again. She pulled her mother’s pills out of her pocket and looked at the label. It was certainly the correct medication and it was still in date. An evil smile crept across Rebecca’s face as her plan formed in her mind. All she had to do was wait, revenge would be coming soon. --- Tim walked up the path to Elizabeth’s front door and rang the doorbell. After his busy night he had slept in after the woman he had brought home left. It was already mid-afternoon when he had arrived. “Hello!” The door opened and Tim smiled as he greeted Elizabeth. “Hello Tim.” Elizabeth replied. Unlike the man at her door she wasn’t smiling, she was in fact feeling a lot more serious. She couldn’t shake what she had seen earlier no matter how much she told herself there must be an innocent explanation. Tim walked into the house and took his shoes off. He could already smell dinner cooking and it seemed delicious, it made a nice change from the microwavable meals Tim spent most of his time eating. The house was relatively silent as well, the television was turned off and there was no sound of music from upstairs like their usually was, Tim hoped that meant Rebecca was somewhere else. “So, what’s for dinner?” Tim asked as he rubbed his belly, “I’m telling you. When we move in together you will have to quit your job, your talents in the kitchen are too good to waste!” “Can we talk?” Elizabeth ignored the faintly misogynistic statement as she made the decision to confront her boyfriend head on, “In the dining room?” “Sure.” Tim replied. Tim watched as Elizabeth brushed past him without even looking him in the eye. He suddenly wondered if something was wrong, he checked his breath and how he was dressed but couldn’t see or smell anything wrong. Was there something he said he would do that he had forgotten about? Tim sat down at the table opposite Elizabeth who was biting her bottom lip and staring at the wooden table top in a determined silence. For a second no one said anything or moved a muscle, Tim waited for Elizabeth to get on with it. He hated the way women could beat around the bush like this, he always liked to get to the point. “Look at this…” Elizabeth said as she pulled Rebecca’s phone out of her pocket. “What am I looking at?” Tim asked, “You want me to buy your daughter a new phone?” “Just watch it.” Elizabeth said as she pressed play on the video that she had watched over and over again since that morning. Tim pulled the phone towards him and looked down at the screen. He frowned as he saw all the leaves of the bush covering the screen. “What is this?” Tim asked in confusion, “Is that… Is that my appar-” Tim stopped talking as he saw the woman he had kicked out suddenly appear. The phone was held up and poked between the twigs of the bush to show the woman and Tim himself. He suddenly felt his mouth go dry as he relived the conversation from earlier. The video eventually stopped and turned to a black screen, Tim stared at the screen as he slowly lowered the handset to the table. “What the hell was that!?” Tim exclaimed as he pointed at the phone. “You tell me.” Elizabeth replied, “What was going on?” Tim looked down at the phone again. His face was going red from a mixture of anger and embarrassment at having been caught out, he was always the one doing the interrogating and he didn’t like that the tables had turned. “Would you believe me if I told you she was just a friend?” Tim asked with a shrug. “Just give me the truth.” Elizabeth demanded, “Everyone makes mistakes. I need you to own up to it.” “Alright…” Tim took a deep breath and thought about how to frame what had happened in the best possible light for himself, “I admit it. I went out last night and picked up a girl.” Tim watched Elizabeth look down at the table in disappointment. It was clear she was hurt by the news even if she had been expecting it. Tim felt bad, not for hurting her feelings but because he was getting in trouble for doing something he felt all men should be doing. “Why would you do that?” Elizabeth asked with shimmering eyes, “I thought you loved me.” “I… I do love you!” Tim replied, “But… Look, I know my opinion isn’t popular but I think it’s a man’s right to sleep with other women if he isn’t married or engaged or anything like that.” “That’s… That’s…” Elizabeth was rather speechless. She knew Tim could be an asshole but she never suspected he could do this to her, she was certain she meant more to Tim than some random woman he picked up for a one night stand. “I know we are long term but since we aren’t living together or…” Tim started to say as he continued to try to justify the unjustifiable. “Let’s change that then.” Elizabeth suddenly said. Her face had broken into a smile and sat upright to look Tim in the eyes. “What do you mean?” Tim asked with a frown. “Move in with me and Rebecca.” Elizabeth said excitedly, “Right now.” “Are you crazy?” Tim asked in shock. “Maybe.” Elizabeth let out a little giggle, “But if you are serious about me let’s stop the playing around and have you move in. It makes sense financially, you can sell that old apartment of yours and we can be a proper family.” “I… I…” Tim tried to think of what to say. He hadn’t really seriously thought about moving in before but he now had to make a snap decision on the idea. Tim considered the pros and cons about moving in with Elizabeth. He did seriously have strong feelings for the woman across the table from him but whether he was ready to give up all other women for her was another matter entirely. Tim considered the money he would save from living with these two women. He could sell his apartment or rent it out and make even more money whilst cutting all his bills to zero. Financially it made all the sense in the world and that was a powerful draw for him, he loved money and he would be able to save tons of it like this. Besides, if it didn’t work out he could just move back out and go back to his current lifestyle. Tim looked Elizabeth in the eyes and he could definitely feel a connection. He didn’t know whether he loved her enough to last the rest of his life but he knew he couldn’t let her go. “OK.” Tim eventually said, “Let’s do it.” “Wonderful!” Elizabeth jumped out of her seat and hugged her new live-in boyfriend, “We’ll tell Rebecca the news at dinner and you can start moving your stuff on Monday!” “T-That soon?” Tim was rather taken aback at Elizabeth’s enthusiasm. “Why not?” Elizabeth replied, “We already have most things you will need right here.” “Sure…” Tim said. As Elizabeth hugged Tim and excitedly bounced up and down he was left looking over her shoulder and wondering if he had really made the correct decision.

I dropped the diaper thing on my wife about 12 years back. She tolerates the diapers but will likely never embrace or join me in a diaper . All most had her in one today though when she came down with an intestinal virus that gave the runs real bad. For me its enough to be able to leave my diapers around and not be so secretive. Its a trust thing.

12.6 Million to Freedom…. Twelve point six million, it was an almost unfathomably large number that equaled roughly 5 years….. It was the number constantly on Grace’s mind as she surveyed the clean but worn storefront. Part pawn broker, part convenience store… It was a lot of money, that stood between her and freedom. Still it could be a lot worse…. It had been twenty million that 17-year-old Grace had been chipping away at when she had forged the paperwork and dropped every cent, she had left from her folks to take over the foreclosed commercial space…. At 21 everyday was a fight to live, to avoid becoming well… Like the girl who had just sprinted into Grace’s shop. Once smart suit pants coated in piss and shit; tears smudging her make up. She locked eyes with Grace through the ballistic glass enclosure around the checkout counter. “Please!! Oh God you have to help me!! I was here on a business visa. That guy put something in my drink and is trying to kidnap me!! And everybody was trying to help him!!” Graces only response was to buzz open the reinforced metal door leading to the back which the woman wasted no time sprinting through. Thirty seconds later a 10’ tall Amazon man comes thundering through automatic doors. “Where is she!!?” Grace simply stares with a mask of controlled indifference. “You gonna buy something mister?” “I know she’s here you little bitch, that girl is mine…” Grace light’s up a Marty’s cherry vanilla cigar… “Buy something or piss off….” The hulking giant walks up to the glass and slams his fist down on it with a dull thud causing it to shake. “Little girls do not talk back you will give her to me now… In fact I think the breeder I’m selling to will be interested in you as well….” Grace rolls her eyes and punches a button under the desk and takes another drag on her cigar. A hatch in the ceiling pops open and a 15mm HMG on a servo mount swings down. Targeting laser pointed right at shitlord’s crown jewels….. After shitlord’s panicked retreat, Grace decides she’s going to have to check in on the girl, help her get cleaned up, make a call to Antonio and The Liberator’s. Hopefully they’ll be able to get her home or at least to Galt or the Islands with the right papers to keep her free and safe…. That night was rough. Seeing the girl like that brought back bad memories….. She had passed out after taking a nap on Grace’s couch in the living room of her third story flat. The second was extra inventory/a buffer zone. It was the usual set of nightmares fire, smoke, gunshots, and screaming. A friend of her father’s carrying her to safety as their home burned and smoke filled the tunnels. Her mother was an exo-pilot one of the best in their ad-hoc militia, her father was a firefighter and a medic. Both had died on the front while other’s tried to get the small children, wounded, and disabled out……. The door creaked open allowing a small sliver of light to slip in. She reflexively dove for the side arm strapped to edge bed and got about half way there before realizing it was only the girl. Mikala that was her name. She was standing there in one of Grace’s old sweat shirts. She was almost inbetweener height at 5’9”, compared to Grace’s 4’3”. Combined with her sharp facial features, short cut blond pixie, and nose stud…. All Grace could do was stare. “I heard you screaming, and I came to check and see….” “I’m okay just…” “Shit I was having the same problem after today.” Grace could only swallow as Mikala peeled off the borrowed sweat shirt. Revealing a toned figure, firm breasts, and a neat thatch of hair. From there it was all a tangle of sweaty limbs, grasping hands, and muffled gasps/squeals. Both needed something else to think about, to not be alone, and after about thirty minutes of desperately reaching out; both Grace and Mikala were able to get some sleep.

Hello! Long time lurker, first time poster. Started writing this in my head last night and decided to take a crack at fan fiction. Note, there is some mental health talk at the top of the story and this is more a prologue than anything else. I do not own any characters from RWBY, all belong to Roosterteeth. This takes place after the events of the main series and all characters featured are in their mid-20s. ____________________________ Blake awoke clutching her chest, throwing the covers off of her self and took what recently had become a familiar position against the closet door, her arms stretched up, gripping the hooks that normally hung clothes, but allowed her to stretch and feel and tighten herself like a spring. Yang stirred with a yawn that quickly became a frown. “Another nightmare, Bee?” Blake nodded. In the dark, Yang couldn’t see her, but she already knew the answer to her own question. “Do you want me to get you a glass of warm milk?” Blake’s taut form relaxed some and with a tired giggle, she released her grip and crawled back into bed to give a kiss to the forehead of her yellow-locked love. “You know, just because I’m a cat-faunus doesn’t mean you can always ply me with milk?” Blake smiled weakly. Yang returned the kiss to Blake, softly on her cheek. “I know, I know. But. You’ve been having that nightmare more often these days.” A silence filled the small space between them on the bed. It had been years since Blake and Yang had killed Adam Taurus, the object of her abuse, in the cold, rocky mountains of Argus. But that didn’t mean the abuse was over. Blake carried it with her, in the deep, dark recesses of her mind. “And I know exactly why it’s happening more often.” Blake’s eyes widened and her ears perked. Yang couldn’t possibly— “I know I’m going out on a hunt tomorrow. You don’t have to worry about me, you idiot. I’m the strongest there is.” Yang playfully gave a shot to Blake’s shoulder, causing Blake to exhale. Of course Yang didn’t know why Blake was having the nightmares more frequently. In reality, Blake couldn’t wait for Yang to give her some time to indulge herself. But of course, best to play the worried girlfriend. “You know me too well, idiot,” Blake punched back, before drawing Yang into a deep embrace. Looking past her, Blake spotted the small suitcase in the corner that held the objects of her desire and signed near imperceptibly. “Sorry. Not all of us could manage to give up the glamourous life of a huntress to become head of Faunus-Human relations.” Yang squeezed Blake tight, whispering it into her cat-ears, which made them twitch in a way Blake would never admit she adored. “How, how lucky am I to have an understanding huntress of a girlfriend who does not care for office work. I feel like if you were my secretary, I’d have to fire you within a week,” Blake pulled back from the embrace to see a look of faux shock and insult on Yang’s face. “Now,” Blake continued. “I know the perfect way you could help me get back to sleep.” Blake leaned down and let her hot breath graze Yang’s neck, before grabbing her metal hand and guiding it toward’s Blake’s twitching, wet sex. Yang’s gasp turn into a grin, as with her other hand, she grabbed Blake’s hair and pulled her into a deep, full kiss; her teeth lightly biting and then sliding against Blake’s lower lip, making her moan softly, quickly turning into a purr. Anyone who had their ear to the door that night would have heard gentle vibrations, soft moans and, at one point in the next hour, a ravenous “meow” that Yang would not soon let Blake live down. It was the next day, barely an hour after Yang’s departure, when Blake returned to their bedroom. The scent of sex, sweat — and a small amount of red from when Blake nibbled just a smidge too hard on her lustful companion — stained the sheets. Laundry could wait, however. She retrieved the suitcase from the corner of their apartment room and pulled it open as if it was another one of the relics of Remnant. Yang never questioned its presence and Blake all too well knew the value of hiding in plain sight. She took a large inhale of air after she opened it, like savouring the scent of ramen before breaking apart the chopsticks. She was in for rest, relaxation, and most importantly for her: an escape. It was a few hours later Blake was laying in bed, clutching a small, infantile plush of a grimm, when she heard the door bang open. Her eyes widened, as she brought the sheets to her chest and sat up in bed. “New record! Finished the hunt in less than a day. Well,” Yang paused as Blake heard her bang around in the kitchen, dropping bags and kicking away errant furniture as she made her way to the bedroom. “Technically, the hunt was over before it began. Total false alarm. But I’m counting it as a win anyways.” She pushed open the door to their bedroom, to see Blake in bed, the sheets pull all the way to her chin. “Napping, huh? Well, I did keep you up late last night. How about we go for round two?” With a grin, Yang pulled hard on the edge of the sheets, surprising Blake as they were ripped off of the bed. Yang’s grin went from confusion, to concern, jumping from a slight bit of anger, then.. all the way back to confusion. There was her girlfriend. Clad in a black and white polka dotted crotch-snap onesie, clutching an infantile plush, of which Ruby probably had a thousand — the dolt. Around her head was a matching, frilled bonnet you’d probably see poking out of a bassinet or stroller. A bib with two cat-paw prints pulled around her neck, with pink cursive writing declaring her the “kutest kitty,” and a pair of frilled, white tights pulled up to her thighs. What was not as obvious at first glance, but glaring around the slender Faunus’s hips was the presence of a thick, white diaper. Its plastic edges just barely poking out from within the onesie, splaying her legs, making her look like she’d have to waddle toddler-like from room-to-room if she wanted to get anywhere at all. And there, in Blake’s mouth, was a yellow-and-black striped pacifier. Blake was thankful for it, as she had no idea what she could say. Instead, instinctively, she gave it a comforting suckle, before internally chastising herself for how it must look. She met the eyes of her wonderful, loving Yang for only a moment, before hanging her head, her ears drooping in a sad, almost pathetic manner. Yang put one hand on her hip, with the other in her face, shaking her head before clearing her throat. “Blake Belladonna. I think we need to talk.”

If you know what "chikan" is in Japanese, then you know what fun diapered adventure lays ahead. If not, you could always google it, or leave it as a surprise. This story has been available on my Patreon for the last few weeks. Part 2 of this one, an update on Pumpkin Patch, and a new Valentine's Day short story are posted on patreon as well. The entire story is available on my patreon, along with many others (Bad Seed, Beach Baby, along with 4 new stories for first tier members and 6 (2 short stories) for 2nd tier members) https://www.patreon.com/Cute_Kitten Or you can purchase it individually on Kindle (or read it for free on Kindle Unlimited). https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07WNHL5L8/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i0 THE CHIKAN by CK Cute Kitten Amber was on her last pullup. For the past few hours out shopping in Shibuya, she’d managed to keep it dry. She was on the train heading home, so she was certain her pink pullup would stay dry. Maybe when she walked in the door and Aunt Lisa checked her pullup, she’d praise her for keeping it dry. Three wet pullups, and their deal was Amber went to diapers full time, just like her cousin. Amber already had two wet pullups this morning. She winced at the thought. Those wet pullups hadn’t been accidents. Now, she felt guilty for intentionally wetting them. Peeing in a pullup was so much easier and preferable to trying to figure out the all the buttons on those fancy Japanese toilets. The last time she’d tried a toilet in public, she’d hit all the buttons and got sprayed in the face by a bidet. Maybe she’d figure it out in time. She’d only been in Japan for a month. There was a lot to get used to; new culture, new language. But it was tougher than she’d been expecting. Her love of anime and three years of Japanese in high school had made her feel confident that she was well prepared for such a big transition in her life. The move from America to Japan was not going as smoothly as she’d anticipated. Her trouble with the toilets was proof of that. The train slid to a smooth stop, but the change in motion still rocked her sideways. People near her pressed in, squishing her while other people slid past as passengers shuffled off the train and more squeezed on, politely pushed in by platform attendants. Her full bladder twinged with each jostle. She clenched her inner thigh muscles together, squeezing the dry padding. She was almost home; she could make it. Next time, she was so not having those extra cappuccinos. The café she’d stopped at was one of those limited time only, specialty pop up cafes Tokyo was famous for. This one had a Sailor Moon theme. How could she say no to that? She’d had to buy- and drink- four coffees to get the exclusive Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask matching mug set, along with the matching Luna the Cat and Artemis the Cat sets. The artwork was exquisite, plus put the mugs side by side and it looked like they were kissing. Amber sighed, thrilled by the romance of her purchase. Her otaku friends back home in America would be so jealous. She couldn’t wait to show them next time she talked to them online. For a moment, she felt a pang of homesickness. But America wasn’t her home anymore; Japan was. Her American friends were now her online friends. She bit her lip at the thought. The train pulled out of the station. Standing passengers swayed to and fro; she clutched the pole she stood next to tighter. Aside from her friends, she didn’t miss home much. She knew she should, but the fact that she didn’t bothered her. Maybe she just needed more time. It’s why she’d come here, after all- to put distance between herself and her past. To give herself time to heal and be a normal girl. That’s what Aunt Lisa told her to do. America held nothing but pain, anger, and bitter loneliness. Her mother had just started serving a long prison sentence for a large amount of cocaine. Growing up, her mother had been more into chasing her next high than raising her daughter. Amber had mostly raised herself. Her grandparents lived in a Florida retirement home; they couldn’t take her in. At 18, Amber was a junior in high school in the American school system; in Japan, the equivalent was her second year of kotogakko school. She had flunked a year in middle school after a lot of problems at home, fighting with her mother a lot, trying to make her get sober. That was the last time Amber had tried to get her mother to care more about her than her damn drugs. After her mother’s latest arrest and cocaine charge, Amber had been prepared to drop out of school, go full time at McDonald’s and get another part time job so she’d have enough money to keep a roof over her head and food in her belly. Then Aunt Lisa showed up at her apartment door out of the blue. Aunt Lisa was her mother’s younger sister. In college, she’d fallen head over heels for a Japanese man studying abroad; they’d had several classes together. At the end of their time together, he gave her a diamond ring and she followed him to Japan. All that happened before Amber was born; she only knew her aunt through family stories, photographs and very rare Skype calls. Aunt Lisa had always sent Amber birthday and Christmas gifts, at least until age 11, when Amber told her aunt to stop because her mom just pawned the gifts to pay for her drug habit. Aunt Lisa offered Amber a place in her house, to be a part of her own family. A chance for a new life. A chance to finish school. A new start in a new country; something Amber had been praying for. She hadn’t hesitated to say yes. The train pulled into another station. She swayed with the stopping motion. Her full bladder protested and she squeezed her muscles tight. People pushed past her; an elbow jabbed into her lower back. A small spurt of pee warmed the front of her pullup. Her heart fluttered and she clamped down tight with her pelvic muscles to stop the yellow tide. The thin padding soaked her pee up but it still felt wet and clammy. She winced- would Aunt Lisa count this as a wetting? Or would she let Amber slide since it was only a few drops? A few big drops. Would diapers full time really be all that bad? Her night diapers were so thick and comfortable; she could pee all she wanted without worrying about leaks or leaving her cozy bed. Full time diapers meant no more worries about those fancy toilets with all those buttons and kanji. Her cousin was the same age as her and diapered full time, so she wouldn’t be the only one in a diaper. Diapers also meant a longer time between changes, so she could go shopping all day without worrying about changing her pullups or finding a toilet. Diapers also meant thick and noisy underwear peeping out from under her short skirt. Her eyes widened at the thought. Pullups were so much thinner and discrete. They didn’t show. Right? Nervously, Amber smoothed down her flouncy skirt. She certainly felt her pullup if she pressed in enough, but it was so thin she was sure no one could see it. Pullups were thicker than panties, like wearing several pair at once, yet they were so much thinner than her bulky night diapers. All of her wettings in her pullups and her diapers were not accidents. The only true accident she’d had was on the long flight over. Travelling by herself for the first and only time in her eighteen years, she’d been nervous. Toss in a gnarly bout of air turbulence and she’d been too terrified to leave her seat to get up and pee. Fear had convinced her the plane was going to crash and she was going to die. That was her kind of luck. Surviving the plane and waiting in a very long line for the ladies’ room, she hadn’t been able to make it. One little leak had turned into a massive flood. Her luggage had been misplaced, so she’d been stuck in wet pants until her aunt found her. From Narita airport all the way home, nobody had said a word about her wet, pee-smelling jeans. Strangers stared covertly. Only foreigners openly gawked. No one teased or taunted her and they all looked hastily away when she made eye contact. A few people might have taken photos, but they were very covert about it so she never noticed. At her aunt’s house, Amber’s new home, Aunt Lisa had told her to take a bath and gave her some of her cousin’s clothes to borrow. The clothes were a little too small, but she managed to squeeze into them. Amber had felt so ashamed and embarrassed- so much for making a good impression. Her only consolation had been seeing the way her cousin’s pants poofed out and hearing the tell-tale crinkle. Settling into her new life, Amber noticed how doting Aunt Lisa treated her cousin. He was the same age as Amber- eighteen- but Aunt Lisa treated him much younger. She even checked and changed his diapers, like she didn’t trust him to manage his own diapers. He never fought her- he seemed to enjoy the attention. And when Amber had her accident, Aunt Lisa had been just as tender with her Amber’s heart had ached with yearning and jealousy at her cousin’s treatment. In those loving moments, Amber saw flashes of her mother when she was growing up- rare moments of sobriety and regret, when her mother remembered she had a daughter. Aunt Lisa treated Amber like an adult, but Amber secretly wanted the gentle warmth her cousin and his diapers got, something she never had enough of in her own childhood. So she’d purposefully wet her pants again, just to see how her aunt would react. No yelling, no judgement- just tender care. A few more wet pants during the following days found Amber in pullups. A couple of wet nights landed her in diapers, along with a plethora of hugs and kisses. Amber had wanted and craved that attention. Now she found herself enjoying the added feelings of security and comfort her extra padding provided. Her new dilemma; should she stay in pullups during the day and put more effort into figuring those damn toilets out, or just give up and go diapered full time?

Not sure if it should go in meeting place since I'm not looking for local, just looking for someone to come me while I give in to my baby side

Absolutely incredible I see someone spending a lot of time in a playpen

Well first time I missed a Sunday update, but it's a holiday so here you go. Glad to see the comments and I totally get where you are coming from. Sarah P. I crack up at all your comments. I personally don't drink for that very reason, the last time I drank, a few years ago I told my wife I wanted to become a pole dancer. Anyway, I wrote this long before your comments, but I think I was feeling the same way about Jim when I wrote this. Training Her Baby Part 21 Confessions Eliza turned out to be a real sweet girl, she gave Jim another diaper to wear after they cleaned up and they talked until 2 in the morning. Jim was blown away by how similar her experiences had been to his, a secret obsession with diapers, a secret thrill at being humiliated, a desire to be under the control of someone else, and a lifelong dose of guilt for feeling this way. He left everything out about the last couple months, only mentioning that his wife didn’t know. They got a few hours of sleep then she made him toast and ushered him out so she could get ready for work, they shared a hug in the hallway. Jim both looked and felt like a zombie as he shambled into the hotel lobby and say Doug and Ted waiting for me. He fully expected his buddies were going to give him a hard time, but instead they were just really glad to see him and gave him a hug. “Man whatever you got up to last night Bro, just know that what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas,” Doug said. Jim nodded. The truth was the gravity of what he just did was sinking in on him and was beginning to feel horrible. He had made his wife feel shame for the amazing gift she’d given him, then betrayed her. On the flight home the words that the guy at the bar had said, ‘be true,’ kept running through his head. Somewhere over Kansas he came to the realization that he really only had one choice, complete honesty and total submission. He felt a new confidence growing inside him, the confidence came from the belief that if he confessed to his wife, told her the truth and turned himself over to her then she would make everything OK. He thought back to his days of Sunday School growing up, and realized how he had just substituted his wife for Jesus, the thought made him laugh since this was a Sunday morning and he hadn’t been to church in years. *** “Hi," Jim said as he sat down in the passenger sat of his Minivan. “How was your flight?” his wife asked. “Not bad,” Jim said and then they fell into 15 minutes of small talk as they left the airport. When they ran out of things to say Jim and Pam both said at once, “I’ve got to tell you something.” They looked at each other and laughed. “You first please,” Jim said. “OK, I’m just going to come out and tell you this, I’m bi, I like girls,” Pam said. “But you still like guys?” Jim said. “Yeah, I still like men, but after spending the night with Cindy, well, I want to be with her again. It’s funny but this kink stuff kind of opened the door and I don’t think I can go back to vanilla life.” Jim began to bawl, “I’ve done something terrible, I’m so sorry,” Jim said between sobs. “Oh baby, no I’m glad that we did what we did,” Pam replied. “No that’s not what I mean, I… Spent the night with someone,” Jim said. “You what,” Pam asked. “I went to this bar and met a girl who was ABDL and went back to her apartment and…” Jim trailed off. “What did you do,” Pam said as she pulled the van into a parking lot and came to a stop. “OK, I just want to tell you something, I’ve made a decision, I’m going to be completely honest with you from now on,” Jim said as he stopped crying. “OK, so get to it, what did you do?” Pam asked. “Well she pulled my dick out of my diaper and gave me a blow job,” Jim said. “Why were you wearing a diaper?” Pam asked unable to hide the anger from her voice. “I bought one at a store in Vegas,” Jim answered. “OK so she gave you a blow job, what did you do to her?” Pam asked. “She had a dildo and a magic wand and I used them on her.” Jim said. “So I don’t need to get you tested for aids, you didn’t actually fuck this whore?” Pam asked. “No, and she wasn’t a whore, she was an ABDL,” Jim said. “You know what really pisses me off, you said this was over, you were done, after everything I did for you, I changed your poopy diapers you son of a bitch!” Pam yelled and began to cry. “I’m so sorry, it was just after you slept with Cindy I was so jealous and I thought that we were going to fall apart,” Jim said. Cindy reached over and grabbed a fist full of her husband’s shirt and tugged she drew her other hand back as if to hit him then collapsed on his chest grabbing him in a tight hug. “What have we done to each other?” she said and they cried together for several minutes. “I just want you to know that I’m going to submit to you,100 percent, whatever you want. From now on you are in charge, I want you back as my Wife and Mommy. I want to pay for what I did to you, for not being honest,” Jim said. “How am I supposed to believe you, lying about this just is your nature,” Pam asked. “I don’t know…” Jim said. Pam didn’t reply but put the van in gear and drove home. Jim felt like the world had lost gravity and the contents of his stomach could come up at any second.

This is kind of the opposite of a desperation wetting. When I was about 10 years old. I remember visiting a family who lived on an island just north of the city where I live. They had a daughter who was about my age. I remember her sitting on a large rock down by the water and all of a sudden, a stream of liquid appeared from under her and flowed down the rock. It took me a few moments to realise what happened. She hadn't shown any signs of need to go; rather, I think she just let flow, through her underpants. I remember that when we got back to her family's house and her mother realised what had happened, her mother got very cross. I never worked out whether it was a genuine accident or a deliberate one.

More times than i care to remember To me its obvious youe in deep depression stage right now. If youe this far down i strongly suggest you contact a professional therapist ASAP . And reg you dont want to trouble anyone you know etc... Who else would you trouble with this dear ? If they are youre REEL friends they will want to listen and help And last i agree with Mommy Wiggelbutt here on how to deal with this problems

I would tease the crap out of you.

Yes, I have often felt this way. I go to therapy, I trouble my therapist with my problems. I try to make time each day to engage in fun activities that I enjoy. I also try to do things were I'm meeting people or spending time with people.

I didn't like the ending ... I loved it! Who got embarrassed on the train this morning reading the Prologue, and having a quiet tear or two as Stacy left Amanda. Yeah, me... I really wanted this tale to continue, forever. It has been one of those stories which kept me coming back for more. Totally loved it. But... *sigh* I felt a disjoint between Stacy's motivation to go over to the DD and learn the Dimension's tech far advanced than her own skills, and no sooner she get there, she's coding like an expert, hacking and cracking all sorts of different techs, stuff she's not ever imagined in her own dimension. In the end, that disjoint really started to detract from what I thought was the original storyline. Towards the end of Year 4 I'd think she'd be capable, but not a few weeks after arriving. Otherwise, why go over there in the first place? Anyway, an awesome story, a bittersweet ending for Stacy (which I didnt see coming). Totally appreciate the huge effort to get this story done!

Now I had to find two replacements for the two I had fired. I hated letting them go they had about 4 years experience. If they could of hung on a year or two more they would of become the supervisors that they were trying to become by mutiny. I have three of my foreman's retiring, one will be 65 the other 67 years old . The 67 year old could retire right now but he is putting everything into a mutual fund until he is 70 then he will have loads of money for retirement. His wife works and they are living on what she makes now. She saved lots when she was younger. The problem is when you hire new people you dont know for sure what your getting. Will they work as well as the last two? Are they so knowledgable as the last two on construction? I wont know until I work with them for a while. I looked at the resumes that I had. One was a guy i had already turned down. He didn't know the difference between a stud and a crippler. One guy had 9 jobs in the past 4 years. Why? He could be like the last two I had fired. Give him an interview, find out at least why, I thought. Another just graduated from a trade school. Perhaps. Another his company went out of business, he had been there 12 years. Definately a possibility! He gave the guys calls and made appointments for an interview. Out of the 4 he hired 2, the guy that's company folded out from under him and the guy that has had the 9 jobs. Turns out he was gay, he has a husband it wasnt him it had been the employers, they always found a reason to get rid of him from being 3 minutes late to calling off sick. I assured him that if he had any problems here to come see me, what his former employers have done was discrimination. He looked hopeful.

I told my wife before we got engaged, about 13 years ago, and she has had no issue. She doesn't care if I wear diapers, will change me, weve had diapered sex with me diapered, her diapered and both of us diapered. She prefers DL play to little play. About a year ago, we welcomed an amazing man, who is my Daddy and also intimate partner, into our lives and now live a very happy polyamorous relationship. Diapers have never been an issue in our marriage as we maintain a totally honest relationship with complete and open communication vs. people who chose to hide things from their spouses. Each to their own but communicating and not hiding things has been critical to our happiness with respect to diapers and in general. Little kaiya

So... I've switched back to writing for this story. It's honestly my favorite story I think I've ever written and I personally reread the whole story because, even as the writer, I want to read more chapters since this story has so much to it with the characters and plot that still isn't written for. So, for any of you still reading this, here's a new update and I have a few more chapters written but I'll be posting them after tweaking them and sufficient editing. Thank you to those of you who are loyal fans of this story and are ever so patient with my posting! I appreciate you ❤️ Chapter 14: Crossed Sid nudged me, “Rayne.” He sighed, touching my back gently. “Leave me the fuck alone.” I said as I sat on the chair in the hotel room, looking out the window as police cars with lights on patrolled Sequoia in the distance. “We have one more time to go to. Then I’ll take you back to 2219.” “What if I want to go back? Go back to a time where I can stop Daryx before any of this ever happened?” Sid shook his head as he stood near me, looking out, “We can’t or else we’ll both disappear.” “What do you mean? Both of us?” I asked, confused. I looked up to Sid’s eyes as they constricted, looking out to the city, “Fate is chosen for us. Destiny is what we choose. Which one do you believe in, Rayne?” Was he lecturing me? I didn’t want any part of it right now. I was wallowing in my own self-pity; I didn’t have time for this. “What does this have to do with anything?” I asked, annoyed. Sid walked away, slowly pacing, “Someone wise once told me that we decide which one controls our lives.” I squinted at him, “So that would mean destiny, right?” “Some people live, letting the world decide for them. Others, decide the world. Every single person has a choice.” His eyes met mine, “They just don’t know it.” “Well, I choose to go back and save Daryx, well before I place him in a coma.” I stood up, sticking out my arm, “Let’s go, now.” Sid shook his head, frowning, “That would cause a time lapse. Me and you…” He trailed off, “Poof. Gone.” I squinted, “But how do you know? How do you decide what year we go to so ‘safely’?” “Because I let fate choose where, not destiny.” “How do you know? Any of this? I don’t understand.” “Tssss. It’s one of my many gifts. I feel inconsistencies in ripples in which, without me or you, can cause catastrophic events that can create a time lapse without us, taking away lives, lineages that will never have been born, altering the time space continuum completely.” A gift to feel what year is the right one? That didn’t make sense, but I’d give Sid one last shot, then I’m done helping him. “Then where are we needed next?” I shake my head, “Wherever I need to save another life, I’ll go.” I said, sighing. “We’re not going to save a life this time, Rayne.” Sid said. What did that mean? He stuck out his forearm, it swirling in blue turquoise. I grasped it, feeling the vibrations between us in harmony as I closed my eyes. I opened them and we were standing on dark black granite, near a few holes where water was sprinkling out of the ground into a large fountain. I looked around, confused as droplets of water hit me. “2244.” Sid spoke slowly as he looked at his watch. I squinted at him, “F-fifteen years in the future?” I asked, stuttering from shock. “Yes.” I looked around as rain hit the ground and thunder rumbled above us. Sid began walking briskly as I pulled the hood of my jacket over my head. Sid was walking quickly across the street and I jogged to catch up to him, “Where are we going?” I asked, trailing behind him. “To the Supremacy Capitol.” Supremacy… Capitol? As we walked, I saw ahead of us a ginormous building that looked like an amphitheater that once was in the same location as the… Sequoian Capitol? What happened to the government center of Valorion? Minutes later we were walking through the large double doors that lead into an immaculate black granite floored lobby with a… what I could only assume was, a Valorion Supremacy symbol across the tiles in gold flecks. A constricted snake’s eye was across the floor with swirls leading to different corridors and staircases. People with suitcases walked passed us in a hurry as the lobby was filled with people going in and out of the Centre. I made mental note to not think of anything besides stupid teenage girl thoughts as we passed multiple Amphibians who were dressed in all black, patrolling the parameters. I followed Sid up the grand black glass spiral shaped glass escalator that stretched to the right of the second level that sloped underneath another spiral escalator that curved to the left. I looked in awe at the magnificently designed architecture of the building, staring up to the ceiling where clouds rippled on the ceiling, making it look like the clouds were moving. Breathtaking. I looked ahead of me, and Sid disappeared. My breathing stopped, where did he go? I literally looked up for approximately ten seconds. How could he disappear so fast? Did someone take him? I turned around, looking everywhere in confusion trying to find Sid. I tried to calm my breathing as I soon realized he was gone and I was alone, completely and utterly, by myself. A few security guards followed a man walking across the black glass bridge platform above me as I was lost in deep thought. My mind was muddled in where Sid went, but this man walking caught my attention through my confusion. I quickly began walking up the next set of spiral escalators that met in the middle of the bridge platform on the third level of the building. I quietly trailed behind the men walking in a pack. Between an Amphibian male and a few Valorion born men’s heads was a man with dirty blonde hair, finely gelled up. He was looking at something in his hands as he walked. They all turned and I slowed down my pace, watching from a distance as I saw his side profile. I saw his sharp straight nose and chiseled jaw line with stubble grazing his chin. His blue eyes looked serious, tired, as they cast down, reading something that must have been important with square glasses on. Zane. And he was still fine as hell, even if he were 15 years older. Fuck. What was his life, 15 years from now? I didn’t know. We’re we still dating? Was I part of the picture still? Or had he moved on to someone else, who wanted the same things as he did? It made me sad. The thought of leaving Zane for a short time. It hurt me to know he was in the present time alone. I looked around the floor, searching for anyone who I recognized, my focus drifting back to Sid. Where the fuck did he go? I looked forward, seeing Zane was turning into a corridor with his men. The men halting, stopping outside of the corridors, looking to be patrolling the area instead of entering the corridor. I began walking towards the corridor he turned into. One of the men looked at me behind his opaque black glasses. “This area is only for officials.” He spoke, with a deep voice. I tucked my hair behind my ear as I caught the other security officers attention, “Sorry, I was just hoping to speak to Mr. Vandore. We were supposed to meet today.” I said, quickly crafting an excuse to see him. Was I breaking another time law by speaking to him? Most likely, but I didn’t care. The Valorion man took a moment, staring at me with a blank expression, not speaking. “Is this another baby bot gram?” A woman with blonde hair came up behind him, eyeing me with bright blue eyes, “He’s already had his fix for this month. Tell your boss that you were denied.” Her eyes studied me behind her glasses. I met her gaze in surprise. Jaimie? She looked at me, her face going pale, “R-rayne?” She cocked her head, lost in thought. I studied her face. She put on some weight, but she looked much older, with dark circles under her eyes and the beginnings of crow’s feet near her corners. Another security guard walked up behind her, “Mrs. Verahue, should we send her away?” I internally sighed hearing her ‘new’ last name, thank god Zane wasn’t married to older Jaimie. Jaimie blinked, as if she were dreaming, “N-no. She’s an old friend of Zane’s, my sister.” Nice save, Jaimie. Once I get back to the present I’m going to make sure she never calls me her sister ever again. She paused, tearing her gaze away from me to the guards, “She can go in.” Jaimie said, looking back at me, nodding for me to go ahead, down the hallway. I nodded at her and walked passed them, down the long black granite hallway to two large double black wood doors. As I brought my hand up to the door to knock, my breathing hitched, reading the letters printed on the door. ZANE VANDORE PRESIDENT I squinted, shaking my head, President? Of what? This Valorion Supremacy? Who was this Zane and what was he doing? I could hear men speaking behind the door, almost as if they were just leaving. I backed up, walking into the corner as the doors opened outwards, covering me behind the doorways. The men and Zane walked down the hallway, speaking. “Thank you for giving us the investment for Amaranthine’s new research. Very much appreciated, Vandore.” A half Amphibian blue man said as he did a small bow to Zane. “My pleasure, anything to support curing Earthling mental disorders.” Disorders? Zane spoke. Mental illnesses? How can that be cured, exactly? As I was standing there, I realized it was my chance to sneak in his room. I quietly crept into the large room that had a desk in the middle on a Valorion Supremacy rug laid over black wooded boards. I heard his footsteps going back to the room as I frantically looked around, seeing a large black cabinet. I opened it, seeing a few jackets. I pushed the jackets away and slipped into the cabinet, closing the door. An oh so familiar scent filled my nose as I awaited Zane walking in. The scent of his dress jackets was the scent he wore 15 years ago. I nuzzled my head into one, taking in the enticing forest sweet-scented cologne. My breathing stopped as I heard Zane enter, closing the doors behind his with a sign as he walked over to his desk, tapping the desk with his knuckles. I pressed into the door, bringing my eye closer to the small crack to see his face straight on. In a second, I pressed too hard and propelled forward, bringing one of his jackets with me as I somersaulted to a halt. Once I stopped, the bottom of my foot halted on hisfoot as the jacket was still covering my head. “Hey! You’re not supposed to-“ He kneeled, as he slowly took his jacket away from my face, his eyes blinking, as if he saw a ghost, “No, it can’t be…” His eyes looked pained, “Rayne?” I crawled back, on all my fours, confused why he was confused. I stood up slowly, brushing off lint from his jacket from my jeans, “In the flesh.” I said, meeting his blue eyes, lost in thought, studying my face. “You-“ He shook his head, “You were dead. Gone.” His eyes began watering, “H-how are you here?” His voice was hoarse. I cocked my head, “I didn’t die.” I squinted at him, “Unless I did, I don’t know.” I shrugged, walking around his desk, my fingertips grazing his papers as I sat on his leather chair. Zane blinked, “You were gone, the night after I returned, 15 years ago.” He said, slowly. 15 years ago? That’s the year we time traveled too… unless Sid didn’t tell me something… Wait. What if Sid had lied to me this whole time? What if I never came back and we were gone too long and now I was stuck in this year? No, this couldn’t be, could it?

I’ve been lurking for a while, I guess not sure how to contribute, but isn’t it interesting that there are so many of us in our 60s. We never had outlets like this when in our 20s so making up for lost time.

Chapter 46: I BOLTED OUT of bed and looked at the door for a moment wondering what to do! I wanted my knives, but I had just given them to Grandpa Joe to get rid of the evidence… I saw my backpack sitting by my desk and quickly searched through the pockets to find my switch. I pulled the pistol free of the casing and checked the clip. I only had two bullets left between the chambered round and the clip... I knew that I’d have to make them count! I remembered the new safe box in the closet - and would have moved to it with Bella, but unfortunately there was no way I could get her out of the crib. Like in our dimension drop side cribs had been banned, so I’d have to climb the tall crib just to get to her; and then somehow pull her out and avoid being trapped in the crib myself. I grimaced and instead found myself a hiding spot underneath the crib and aimed the pistol towards the door. I heard rapid firing shots like from a machine gun, followed by some shouting and screams of pain. Someone pounded on the nursery door trying to get in before I heard Amanda and Fred both begin screaming at someone and heard more impacts against the walls. Then there was silence. I felt tears at my eyes, fearing the worst for Amanda and Fred, but I prepared to defend myself and Bella if the attackers made it into the room. Beeps came at the keypad on the door and my diaper warmed with urine, while I prayed that it wouldn’t be a bad guy. The door slowly opened and Amanda said, “Stacy? It’s just us. They are all down for the count,” she told me carefully. I watched her step fully into the room and believed no one would be dumb enough to let her do so if she was being held at gunpoint. I rolled out from my hiding spot and kept my gun pointing down. She stepped over to me and picked me up into her arms to hug me, “only one made it past the force field,” she said pointing down to a body that she walked me over to. I recognized the tattoo and realized it was the lady that had tried to kidnap me the first time. “She’s out?” I asked Amanda. “Should be for a while with as hard as I hit her…” “Why don’t we tie her up or something?” I suggested wearily. Fred had the same idea and came around out of Amanda’s workroom just then with some nylon pull fasteners. Several of them made sure that she was quickly tied up and not going anywhere. Amanda carried me back to the nursery and checked on Bella. She was still somehow asleep and out cold! She was breathing normally though at least. “How is she still asleep?” I asked her. She shrugged, “I wouldn’t be surprised if they conditioned her to sleep through noise at night so she wouldn’t wake up and annoy whoever took her in?” I nodded and realized I needed to go to the bathroom again and should also hide my gun. “Mommy… might be a good idea for me to hide my gun, right?” She looked down at my hand and seemed to have just then noticed the weapon. “This is what you had?” I nodded. “Put it back inside it’s hiding place, we’ll talk about it later,” she told me. The police arrived with a SWAT unit that stormed the house a few minutes later. By the time the sun rose we learned it had been a team of the Trelani gang trying one last shot at us on behalf of the remaining interests of Venture. Twelve of their members had tried to storm the house like they had before, but Amanda’s force field was something new they were not expecting. Eight of the morons died from ricochets as they tried shooting at it - and three were injured enough to keep them out of the fray. Somehow Serena Ricci had gotten through with the lasers being pointed at the barrier and avoided getting shot… It was a bit of a miracle really that she survived! Amanda had taken good care of her though! I could tell she had vented a lot of her anger on her limp body. Teeth lay next to her, her face was bloody, and her legs and arms seemed to be bent at unnatural angles as the medics hauled her away mewling in pain. “Fred, I think it’s time for us to get a new house…” Amanda said as the police finally wrapped up at about noon. We moved to her parents house again for somewhere to stay in the meantime. THE NEXT FEW months passed by to finish the semester in a blur, and I was proud to have earned a perfect 4.0 GPA my first semester! I was currently enjoying the extended Christmas Break that students at Emerson were given - five whole weeks off was great! We had moved into another house a few weeks after the last break-in. This one had a tall twenty-foot wall around the entire property, and a level of security that made the old look worthless… which I guess in a way it had been given the repeat break-ins we had dealt with. The new house allowed for some extra bedrooms so that I had my own, Bella had her nursery, and we had two spare guest bedrooms. That was in addition to the workroom for Amanda and Fred’s office. It even had an indoor pool that I was able to swim laps in every day despite the fact it was cold and snowy outside! The rest of the Venture company pretty much crumbled with the loss of Doctor Nimitz and the enforcers they had hired. Several of the captured nurses were singing like canaries in the hopes of lighter sentences, something I was personally very opposed to! Sadly for all of us Bella was barely responding to the treatments to undo the hypnosis treatments she had been given. The only real progress was her vocabulary had grown to that of a two year olds’, but potty training, being able to walk, or express herself properly were still robbed from her. It was frustrating for her to want to talk to us, but clearly she was unable to do so. We tried having her type at a computer, use pictures, and no matter what if it wasn’t simple ideas her brain wouldn’t let her do it. I grew depressed watching her struggle. All of that being said, at least she smiled with the love that was showered on her from Amanda, Fred, and myself. It really was like having a two year old around the house at that point. We all tried to treat her with dignity, but it meant to keep her happy we had to in some ways keep pretending she was a baby. She seemed happier playing with toddler appropriate toys than anything else we tried. Unfortunately, nothing that anyone gave her seemed to snap her clear of the damage the monsters had done to her. The first couple weeks I had off leading to Christmas I finally had time to work on a possible solution. I knew that Bella had been saved with nanites from the poison, so like me she already had them inside of her, but they were dormant. For the past couple of nights I’d been running a diagnostic on her brain to discover exactly what had been done to her. It was horrifying to see the effects on the scans, as they’d gone beyond hypnosis and must have done some chemical alterations to her brain too. There were whole sections that were no longer communicating with each other! Essentially they had performed a more thorough lobotomy with technology and chemicals instead of surgery. After seeing the resutls I began coding a fix for the nanites to reconstruct those pathways in her brain, but per my promise I wasn’t going to implement it until I spoke with Amanda. She found me typing on my computer on Christmas Eve and I decided to tell her what I was working on. “What are you working on?” Amanda asked, “That looks an awful lot like the nanite code?” I nodded, “It is… Bella still has them running in her system from you fighting the poison…” “You’re not doing things with her without telling me?” She knelt down on the ground next to my desk where we could look each other in the eyes. “I haven’t done any fixes… but I did query the nanites to run a scan on her…” She breathed a sigh that was both exasperated and relieved, “That sounds like editing code…?” “It’s built-in, I just had to send a signal?” “What did you find?” She asked nervously. I explained it and showed her a model of her brain on my screen before she called, “Fred!” “Yes Mandy?” he said a moment later. “Take a look at these scans…?” We discussed them for the better part of an hour then before Fred made a couple suggestions, I tweaked the code, and then asked, “So do we upload it?” Amanda picked me up and held me in her arms, “Are you sure it’ll work?” I shook my head, “Sure? No…? But, it’s the best chance of fixing things I think. She’s not getting any better right now.” “I don’t think it could make it worse,” Fred told her sadly. “Nothing else has helped.” “Go ahead then… maybe we’ll have our girl back for real for Christmas…” she said. “Then there’s a little girl that needs to go to bed so Santa doesn’t put any of the coal she probably deserves in her stocking!” “I’m a good girl!” I told her with a pout. “I just like toys… I just wanna be just like my cool Mommy!” Fred laughed, “She’s got you there.” Amanda squeezed me and sat me down on the ground. I typed a few commands and the new code was uploaded to Bella. She was sleeping soundly in her crib on the other side of my wall. “Now bedtime,” she said. “Yes Mommy…” NORMALLY AS A kid I was as excited for Christmas as any kid could be. Even after I knew that Santa wasn’t real… Well that meant I loved Christmas more because I knew my parents loved me. My real ones certainly did back in my home dimension… I’d managed to send home a family photo of my real parents and me, and a separate photo of the new me, in the 3-D art print that I’d done for Amanda and Fred. It had cost more than I should have paid to send it, but I wanted them to know I hadn’t abandoned them. We were planning on a video call later that day that I hoped would let me know it made it through. The real reason I anticipated the day though certainly had nothing to do with material objects, it had everything to do with what condition we might find Bella in! I woke up at seven when I smelled coffee coming from the kitchen. I was able to then roll out of bed, opened my door, and walked down to the kitchen where Fred laughed at me. “You are so predictable…” “And adorable!” Amanda said as she surprised me from behind and picked me up. I could tell she was trying to feel my diaper through the sleeper and said, “How about we get your sister up, and then we’ll see what Santa brought you both?” I looked at her and smiled. The walk in her arms to the nursery was had me as nervous as I’d ever been. With the nanites the repairs should have taken about a half-hour, anything that it was going to do should definitely be done by now. She pushed the code for the room in and opened the door to find Bella still asleep in the crib. She sat me down next to her, “Why don’t you wake her up,” she told me with a smile. I wrinkled my nose a bit at the smell of a well used diaper, but leaned over and shook Bella slightly and said, “Bella, it’s Christmas, time to wake up.” She shot up then and something in her eyes told me she was there. “Oh my god, what’s going on?” She looked around at me, “Wait, I can talk again? For real talk, not just say Mommy?” I hugged her, “So glad to have you back!” The next hour was made up of a lot of tears, changed diapers, and Fred doing what assessments he could of Bella’s recovery. She managed to stand with some help, and even took a couple of steps with someone holding her hands like an infant learning to walk. Unfortunately her muscles had atrophied enough in the few months that it was going to take time to recondition her legs to work right. Luckily they had not forced her to only squirm in tummy time like some of the littles that had been recovered. That would have taken even more time to recover from! As far as I could tell the only negative effect from the nanites was that she had shrunk another two inches. I was only about two inches shorter than her now! That side effect of the nanites was definitely troubling to me, since I had edited mine several times! Once Fred was sure that Bella was on the right track we all gathered around the Christmas tree. “Umm… Bella,” Amanda said, “when we picked out presents…” “I was only in my baby mode, so you bought baby toys?” Amanda blushed, “yes…” Bella shrugged, “I’m not a grown up or a big tall big anyway. Even if I get my walking, potty training, and everything else back I don’t think it’ll ever be safe for me to be living on my own again.” Amanda shook her head, tears leaking from her eyes, “Not really.” “Then Mommy it’s okay, because I’m still glad to be your baby!” More tears were shed before getting presents passed out. I had a mix of gifts to open myself, including a set of building blocks that were kind of like legos, but cooler. They contained circuits and you could build some neat projects according the instructions. We both got baby dolls, new bears, and then she got a whole slew of toys appropriate for a crawling year old baby. Some of them were meant for littles at least, and were a bit more mentally stimulating so she could learn things for real. Then there were numerous new dresses, shoes, hair bows, pajamas, and little cheap pieces of jewelry that she added. The only jewelry pieces that weren’t cheap pieces were two charms to add to my charm bracelet. One had Bella’s name on a heart with ‘sister,’ the other was a little laptop looking charm. They also gave me a necklace that had a locket and the picture of the four of us from before everything happened. I hugged them both, and Amanda promised since she was back with them she would get the same for Bella too. My real present from them though was a computer that was the size of the one I had brought through the portal, but was almost as powerful as Amanda’s. “This thing is awesome!” I had told her after she gave me the specs. And it really was! “You’ll have to put it away though, t’s time to go to Grandma and Grandpa’s,” she told me as I salivated over the computer. “Awwww!” I whined but didn’t fight her on it. She let me take it to my room and where I sat it down on the desk. As soon as I was done she lifted me onto the changing table to change a wet diaper. She dressed me in white tights and one of my new Christmas dresses she had bought from her friend. It featured a black velvet long sleeved bodice with a red silk skirt. The bodice featured little green holly embroidery along the neckline, and it was tied with a large ribbon into a large bow in the back. I walked with her to Bella’s nursery and hung out in there while she changed Bella into a nearly identical dress that just featured a much shorter skirt. Since she could only crawl it had made sense… ‘Hopefully that will improve though!’ The whole process of getting dressed into the holiday dress was still unique for me given I had been a boy until five months before. I enjoyed her attention to my hair, and being cute in general, so I didn’t mind. The white tights I had on were thick and hopefully would keep me warmer on the cold drive to her parents house! I enjoyed staring at my reflection in a mirror for a few minutes. We were eventually left alone for a few minutes and I asked Bella, “So you’re better?” “I can’t believe how much easier it is to do things,” she told me. “Walking is going to take a while… but I’m just glad to be able to talk…” “What was it like?” She sighed, “I could understand everything you all said all the time… thank you for being so kind to me,” she added, “and thank you for saving me from the fate they had planned for me! They made sure to rub it into my face all of the time that I’d be growing babies for them for the rest of my life…” And then it was clear a wall had broken and she was most certainly in need of counseling that wouldn’t have been possible before. I hugged her and Amanda came in and joined in, clearly having heard our conversation over the baby monitor. We were able to eventually get away to her parents house though, which presented its own challenges in dealing with her sisters. Chloe and Cassie had dressed all of their littles and kids similarly to us and there was a requisite ‘cousins’ picture taken when we were all there. Neville wore a ridiculous suit looking romper that still had his bare legs visible. The girls were all in holiday dresses, and diapers were worn at that point still by every kid and little but Kristina. Klara had continued on in diapers and I could see that there was a frustration in her mom’s face every time she had to change her. I personally believed having Neville treated as a baby around her all of the time probably wasn’t helping her cause. Presents were exchanged and other than Megan, Granny, and Grandpas gifts, all of mine were more appropriate for a baby shower! Bella’s were even worse given she was actually in that state until that morning, but we both just grinned and said thank you politely. Fortunately we had an appointment to keep at the portal to talk to my parents, so we didn’t get stuck there too long. Everyone seemed astounded though at how much better Bella was doing! Our ‘little cousins’ were clearly jealous that once again they would be the only ones babied to that extent. I hoped I’d be able to help them out one day though! Our visit to the portal went like it had the past few times, except we had Bella with us. The shriek of an alarm as Fred carried Bella through made Amanda narrow her eyes at me. I gulped, she hadn’t noticed the alarm was quiet the last couple months when we passed through. I gave her an innocent look though and we continued to the room. On the way in, “Did you do that…?” I shook my head, “Venture did…” “That’s asking for trouble!” she hissed. “If anyone takes…” “Let’s talk at home, they definitely have this area under surveillance,” I whispered to her. She sighed and continued into the video conference room we’d been given with our ‘family.’ My mom ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ about how adorable I looked! It was also the first time she and Dad had met Bella since she’d been at home being babysat in our other calls. Our calls hadn’t been frequent though, because we were worried about portal officials beginning to be suspicious about our regular visits. “Did you get my presents?” I asked them after we’d talked for a while. “We just got them a few minutes ago, should we open them?” Mom asked. I smiled, “Please!” “These are beautiful!” Mom said a few minutes later. They had clearly grown in the portal and were going to be large on the walls at home, but I was glad that she had something of me, and the new me, to hang onto there. “Thank you,” they both told me. When we made it home later Bella and Fred went to work on helping her learn to walk again while I was left with my new toy. Once all of the spyware Amanda and others had placed on it was gone I went to work on some new projects… IN JANUARY THERE were two major events scheduled to happen. First was the beginning of my second semester at Emerson, and all the new classes and students I had to deal with being ‘cute’ around. Doctor Nimitz’s trial had also started the week before, and I was scheduled to testify later that day. Life had otherwise calmed back down to what was normal for there. We had definitely let our guard down a bit since Venture was officially out of business, and most of their employees were arrested. I was walking towards Amanda’s office from my last class by myself on Wednesday of that week and was startled, “Well baby girl, how’d you get loose from the daycare?” I turned just in time to realize that a tall woman with the daycare worker uniform on scooped me up without warning. “Please put me down, I’m a university student,” I told her. “Oh silly girl, of course you’re a big university student. Why that’s all we take care of in our daycare! Let’s get you back inside the warm building and figure out how you got loose.” “Seriously, I’m not in the daycare, and my mommy isn’t going to be too happy when I don’t get to her office in a few minutes…” “Such a big imagination from a wittle girl,” she told me and began walking inside. I groaned. I had been afraid someday something like this would happen, but had completely let my guard down! I managed to push the emergency button on the side of my watch just before we went inside. Amanda’s face came on, “What’s wrong?” she asked, but as soon as we stepped through the door it was jammed and the signal was lost! I sighed and hoped she’d have enough tracking data to find me quickly. “Who do you have there?” Another woman asked as she walked up to us. “I don’t know, I just found her wandering around on her own outside. Not sure how she got out of the daycare.” “Please just check…” I tried to tell them to check my student ID bracelet. When I got past check I ended up with a pacifier in the mouth that was inflated. “What a bad girl!” the woman said. “Where’d you even steal these clothes from, one of your old friends?” I sighed and shook my head, “no matter, come on let’s get you into a new diaper – this one’s soaked, and a daycare uniform like you belong. Then maybe we won’t send you to bed without dinner…” she sighed, “We’ll make sure we get you into a hypnosis session to keep you from running away again too!” I groaned as I was carried into a massive nursery and could see littles lifelessly playing all around with baby toys. Well actually some of them seemed quite excited to be there, having accepted things like Bella. They looked to be playing like normal babies with dolls, blocks, toy kitchens, and everything you would see in a daycare. I was sat down on a changing table and the middle strap was placed over my chest. “We’ll get you fed here soon too, I saw that we hadn’t taken your teeth yet, but I think it’s probably time. We’ll get you to just liquids from now on for running away.” By now I was beginning to get scared… I was safe from the hypnosis, but if they physically took my teeth I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. Tears began to stream down my face as she quickly stripped me of my uniform. I shook my head as they took my charm bracelet, but felt relieved that at least they couldn’t get the little protect or the student ID band off of me. “Hey Melanie, this might be a real student… Doesn’t Dean Sanders remove these bands before she sends babies our way?” “There’s no way! She’s so tiny she had to have been one of our first semester additions…” the other lady responded just as I heard Amanda’s voice. “Where the hell is my daughter?!?!?” “What daughter?” the lady tried to apparently block her but Amanda managed to move past and saw me on the changing table. “That one,” Amanda said pointing at me. “Excuse me ma’am, but there’s no way she can be your daughter…” Amanda took out her phone and showed her my student ID information, “did you even scan her uniform or wrist band like you’re supposed to?!?!?!?!” “She was clearly…” “A university student!” Amanda said and continued over to me. “Get your damn hands off my baby,” she told the woman who had begun to change my diaper. “But she needs a diaper change…” “That I will do that for her, because I’m her mommy,” Amanda told her fiercely. “What did you do with her backpack?” It was handed over in short order and after she had me changed and re-dressed in my uniform. When she was done she made them scan my bracelet and verified we were telling the truth. My charm bracelet was also returned. She was giving me a hug as Dean Sanders joined us in the office of the daycare. “What happened here?” She asked. “This little girl was wandering on her own and it was obvious to me she had escaped from the daycare,” the one lady said unrelentingly. “This woman is claiming guardianship, but if she’s really adopted then she shouldn’t be at college anyway! It would be illegal for her to be unattended!” Dean Sanders looked at me and laughed, “You do get into some jams don’t you?” I gave her a confused look as she looked back at the woman, “All students are to be scanned upon entry, correct?” “But she could have stolen that…” “That type of wristband has to be attached at the union with proof of their identity provided at the time. It’s impossible to remove without cutting off the littles hand – she would probably know more about that than anyone though since she was kidnapped a few months ago. Also, if there’s any dispute over a little’s status my office is to be contacted immediately, correct?” “Yes, ma’am,” the lady said nervously looking down like a scolded school girl. “Well, obviously you aren’t mature enough for this job, so we’ll find someone else to take it.” She looked at another woman there, “Please escort Ms. Keen to the upstairs area and perform the exit interview.” Something about that had a sinister note to it, because I watched the lady look scared senseless, “That’s okay Ma’am, I’m not worried about back pay, I’ll just be leaving now…” A robotic arm appeared and grabbed onto her arms above her elbows, “No, you won’t,” Dean Sanders said. “Go with her,” she told the lady as the arm dragged the woman through the facility quickly. “Sorry about this Amanda… let’s not have Stacy wandering around on her own anymore? It seems like she is a trouble magnet,” she added before turning to leave. “Can we get out of here now?” I asked Amanda quietly. As we left I saw Laura, who had been sent to the daycare the first day back from the break. She was dressed in the daycares pink dress uniform that proudly displayed a thick discolored diaper. She waved at me, but the nearly toothless grin and drool landing on the bib tied to her neck made me sick. I turned my head to hide my face in Amanda’s shoulder. I couldn’t stand to see my friend like that! Amanda had noticed her too and said, “I’m sorry,” to me as we left. “It was a matter of time,” I told her. “We all knew it.” The nest that had been my ‘home’ for when I needed to be with littles during orientation had all gotten into trouble over supposedly poisoning Madison, the nest mother. All of them professed their innocence, but in the end all of them had been given enough demerits to be only one mistake away from losing their status as university students. As a result most of them had seen the writing on the wall and volunteered for the safer adoption service - they hoped that their future treatment wouldn’t be as bad at least. Laura however was stubborn, didn’t poison anyone, and refused to give in. She’d had a poopy diaper in her first class of the new semester. I had been sitting next to her when the professor checked her… well, and that had been that. I won’t lie, I cried that day, and I cried more then as Amanda carried me to her office. We didn’t have long though for her to cuddle me, nurse me, and change me again before she needed to take me to the courthouse. All of us had hoped that Doctor Nimitz would plead his case out instead of going to trial, but instead he proclaimed that he was innocent and it was now my turn to testify. That had been another battle just for me to be able to testify. His attorneys tried to keep my testimony out by claiming that I was too young since I was an adopted little. I had been afraid it would work, but the judge had shut that one down pretty quickly. Their second route was to claim that because I had killed all of his associates who would have been able to defend him from my ‘false’ testimony, he couldn’t defend himself. That judge though seemed unhappy about him kidnapping and abusing adopted littles, and my testimony was allowed. The prosecution had instructed Amanda that a thick diaper and my school uniform was the best plan for my attire. With all of that we were due in court in an hour and I was still frazzled from the near miss from the daycare. “Mommy?” I said as she carried me to the car. “What Princess?” “What if that wasn’t a random attack on me just now?” “What do you mean?” “What if you hadn’t been able to find me before I was due to testify?” She groaned, “I didn’t even think about it – I was so pissed off that you had been grabbed again. We’ll let the prosecution know about it,” she told me. “I don’t think that woman is going to be a problem again though, my guess is she’s probably getting used to her new diapers as we speak…” I nodded and accepted a bottle of juice from her as she finished strapping me into my car seat. I nursed it to the point of being empty just as we arrived at the courthouse. Grandpa Joe and Fred were both waiting in the parking garage for us when Amanda pulled in, and the four of us entered together. The DA had a staff member waiting outside the courtroom and said, “Well… I’m… uh... glad you made it,” with a bit of surprise. My eyes narrowed and I memorized his name to do a background check when we got home. The tone of his voice and the surprise in his face was sending up red flags and alarm bells. A bailiff outside the courtroom checked me off on his list and soon enough I was called to the stand. Amanda escorted me to the front of the gallery where she was able to have a seat to the side behind the prosecutor with Fred and Grandpa. “Ms. Stacy Westerfield?” The judge asked me. “Yes your honor,” I told him. “Bailiff, please swear her in…” he said. “Like that matters?!?” Nimitz said. “Order!” The judge shouted, “Counsel, if you can’t control your client we’ll move him to the prison and do this via remote.” “Yes your honor,” the lawyer said to the judge, before turning to him and saying, “shut up!” I was sworn in and the prosecutor began asking questions. He started with some background questions on me for the jury. Almost immediately he asked me questions to put my dimensional visa out in the open. He followed that up by getting my story that I had agreed to an adoption to go to school, and that the Nimitz’s had actually been my other final candidates. We then went over every detail about Bella that could be asked. The prosecutor asked everything about how we met her, came to adopt her, the poisoning, and finally her kidnapping. At that point the judge looked at his watch, “I believe a recess until tomorrow is in order. Can you be back here in the morning Ms. Westerfield?” “I’m supposed to have a class tomorrow morning, your honor,” I answered respectfully. “I’m still getting over that bit of information that you are a university student Ms. Westerfield, but I respect your studies. When do you finish classes tomorrow?” “I’m done about one?” “The court will be in recess until two tomorrow,” he said and banged the gavel. He stood and left while I joined my Amanda and Fred. We hurried from the courtroom to head home for the night, “Doctor Westerfield?” We turned to see the DA following us out of the building, “Yes?” Amanda asked as she faced him. “Would you be okay if I came by your house in a bit to talk with you, I think there are some things we need to discuss before tomorrow.” “It’ll have to be quick, Stacy still has some homework to do, and I need to get her to bed at a reasonable hour?” “Of course,” he said, “I’ll be there in an hour?” Grandpa Joe narrowed his eyes, “We’ll all be there,” he said. He clapped an arm around Amanda and led us to the car. We soon left in three cars to go to our house where Granny had stayed behind to babysit Bella. It was a longer drive to get to our new house, but I really did like it better! We were in the door about a half-hour later and could smell a delicious dinner being prepared by Granny who had clearly made herself at home in the kitchen!. I noticed Bella was in her walker pushing herself by her legs around the floor. It seemed to be helping her to regain her walking skills, as she could now walk across the living room unassisted about half the time she tried. It pained me to see her fall on her butt and face so much as she relearned a skill she’d had since she was a baby, but she was determined to regain her strength! We had just enough time to eat a plate of the spaghetti Granny had made before the DA showed up at the front gate to the house. Amanda guardedly let his car in the electronic gate and then met him at the front door. “Good evening,” he said to all of us. “Could we maybe chat in your living room?” “Sure,” Amanda said, “give my mom and I a moment to get my girls cleaned up,” she added. Granny grabbed me then and took me to my room that had its own changing table. “What do you think he wants?” Granny asked. I shook my head, “I don’t know... unless he figured out he has a mole?” “Maybe…” she said. By this point I’d had my diapers changed by so many people that I just tuned out the process. She pulled my skirt up and then worked on getting the diaper loose, wiped me, pulled away the old diaper and replaced it, added some lotion and powder as she normally did, then pulled the new diaper closed. Granny was an expert at it and every touch and motion she made was gentle and loving. Well, at least until she tickled me when she was done. “Why do you have to tickle me?” I couldn’t help but giggle. “Because you looked too serious and I prefer that pretty smile on your face,” she said. I tried to frown at her but she just re-engaged her fingers to tickle me, “Stop it or you’ll have to change me all over again,” I complained. She grabbed me in a tight hug and brought me back to the living room just before Amanda and Bella. They left the dishes on the table for now as the DA sat down in a folding chair across from us that Fred had provided. I was handed to Fred who was sitting on the couch next to Amanda and Bella, Granny told them, “I’ll go deal with the dishes…” Grandpa Joe sat in what I knew to be his favorite recliner at our house at the head of the discussion. “What can we do for you Mister Finch?” Fred asked him. He sighed, “It’s more that I wanted to warn you that I don’t think you’ve seen the end of this group. They really don’t want Stacy testifying…” “I know, I’m pretty sure they tried to stop me earlier,” I told him. “What?!?” He asked, “What do you mean?” “I didn’t think it was related actually at the time, but earlier I was walking back to Mommy’s office from my class. On my way I got snatched up by a daycare worker who insisted I had to have escaped from the university’s daycare. Luckily I was able to get an emergency warning signal out to Mommy, which put my location in its records, but I could have ended up missing court all together today.” “Do you know the name of the lady who grabbed you?” Amanda gave him the name, “She won’t be a problem anymore though… I’m pretty sure she’s been shrunk to the size of a little by now, Dean Sanders was not happy about the whole thing.” “Sir you have a problem though too…” I told him. At this point I had nothing to lose by trusting him, “You had a staff member meet us outside the courtroom earlier, correct?” “Ben Longfield?” He asked. I nodded, “He was surprised to see us earlier… like he thought I would have been taken care of. I’m pretty sure he’s involved.” I watched the face of the DA get red and you could tell he was not a happy person, “That son of a bitch!” He looked contrite a moment later, “I’m sorry, I can’t tell you more, but you just put together the last missing piece of the puzzle for me.” “So what do we do tomorrow?” Amanda asked. “Well make sure Stacy doesn’t go anywhere without one of you present. They clearly are hoping to avoid her testimony altogether… I also wanted to see if Bella might be available and up to testifying since I’ve just become aware she can talk again?” I looked at Bella who looked a bit queasy, but said, “Is that necessary? I’m not sure I could face him…” “Is my testimony not enough?” I asked him. “It’s his word against yours… and given you’re a little his counts more.” He paused, “Most Amazons believe littles are immature and are prone to lying like children.” “What about the recording I made of my escape?” I asked. “What recording?!?” I heard multiple voices say simultaneously. I sighed, “As soon as I retrieved my backpack I started my tablet recording video. It doesn’t have any usable video, but the audio of my escape and his confession… is that enough to keep Bella from having to testify?” “Why in Hell didn’t you tell me about this before?” He asked. “Well… mainly because there’s going to have to be some deal making for it. Grandpa, would you please get your attorney down here?” The bell for the gate rang right then, “That should be him,” he said with a smile. He let him inside the house a few minutes later and we resumed, “Why haven’t you told me about this?” “Because I need a deal first…” I told him. I had a whispered conversation with our attorney who we had already told the full story to before, but caught him up on this latest turn of events. “Okay Mister Finch, here’s the deal: Total immunity both local and federal for any crimes that may have been committed by my client to facilitate her escape. This includes her parents and grandparents as well,” he added. The DA’s eyes widened, “Why the hell would she need that, she just got lucky and had help from that holographic AI, right?” “Deal or not?” our attorney asked. He looked like someone had kicked a puppy, but said “Deal…” A quick written copy of the deal was electronically produced on our lawyers tablet and everyone signed off on it. He had to make a call to get the federal level deal approved, but within about a half-hour later it was legal and I was safe. I spent some time working on homework while we waited since I hadn’t had a chance thanks to everything that day. “Okay, here’s the signed order,” he said. Everyone received a copy of it and our attorney signed off that it was legal. “What the hell happened?” “I didn’t have help from Tessa until the end. I am the one who killed those people, I’m the one who shot and de-aged the others, and I’m the one who managed to bring an end to everything.” You could have knocked the DA over with a feather then, “How the hell…?” He paused and frowned, “Agent Cranston… he helped you clean up, didn’t he?” I nodded, “He proceeded through the investigation as if I was a member of the Hellcats,” I told him. “Are you?” I shrugged, “Even if I was I couldn’t tell you.” I wasn’t, but there had been some mysterious contacts coming in recently that seemed to be vetting me for that. Either way I wasn’t lying from the few contacts I’d had with the recruiters. He shook his head, “Can I hear this recording?” “Mommy, can I get you, Daddy, and Bella to go somewhere else? Grandpa and these men can stay?” “Why don’t you want us here?” Amanda asked. I tilted my head down, “I’m not proud of this.” She put her finger under my chin, “But I am, you saved yourself and your sister here. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Maybe Bella should go though Fred?” She asked him. “No,” Bella said in the most forceful voice I’d ever heard her make. I looked at her in shock. She was the most easy going member of our family even after regaining her faculties. “I don’t want to trigger…” I said. She reached over and grabbed my hand, “I want to know what you actually did to save me.” I sighed, “Hand me my backpack,” I told Amanda. It was sitting to her right and I pulled up an app that allowed me to reach a hidden partition I had stored the video in. I played a version that stopped after I was rescued. We all sat for the next forty minutes listening to my escape. I felt Amanda grip onto me multiple times tighter as she realized just how bad the situation was. The DA just looked at me like I had grown tentacles, and Bella just frowned. When we reached the confession the DA’s face changed to a grin of wonder. Bella shed more tears then and I was glad Amanda grabbed her and brought her to join me on her lap. She wrapped us in her loving arms as I dealt with the final problem with Tessa, and finally the SWAT team members arrived to help. “Holy shit, that was unbelievable…” the DA said. “If I play this in court there’s no way they can refute it.” “Unfortunately it does reveal that Stacy broke more than a few laws,” our attorney stated. “Which she has immunity for, as well as her parents,” he reminded us. “I have to give this to the defense so they can’t say I didn’t disclose. I’m going to hope they’ll make a deal when they hear it. I’m going to have to meet with them and the judge in the morning… Plan on being in court a bit before the time he set earlier. You’ll e-mail me that file?” I looked at the attorney and said, “I’ll e-mail it to him, and he’ll give it to you?” “Fair enough,” he said. When he was gone I found myself being hugged to death on all sides. “I can’t believe you did all of that,” Bella said. “I’m sorry about your parents Bella,” I told her. “I always knew something like that had to have happened. I think I’d rather not know who they’re with now…” I felt bad for her, but Amanda said, “You told us all of that, but hearing it was something else. I should be spanking you for your language though!” “Hopefully I don’t end up with a university demerit for that…” I said. “You won’t, Dean Sanders agreed that anything you did while escaping was to be given immunity back when you escaped.” Our attorney told me, “I’ll be there tomorrow with you as well. Please watch your back before tomorrow Stacy, I don’t trust them to not try again.” I sighed, “I need to get my homework done now,” I griped. “You need a dry diapee first,” Amanda told me. I was changed and allowed to get back to homework while Bella was bathed and sent to bed. Her body still demanded the earlier bedtimes that were apparently normal for littles. The naps she had during the day would help her a bit, but she seemed to always need to be in bed early to avoid being a crab the next day. Fortunately I was still able to get my homework done that night for my classes the next day. I had kept Tuesdays and Thursdays as light days for coursework this semester too, and art was fulfilling an elective I needed. The course was about computer based art and graphics. It seemed right up my alley, and was one of the few places our size difference in the class didn’t really matter. I’d just finished my first piece for this semester and would print it in the morning at Amanda’s office before we went in. I had just saved it, and backed it up in a few places to make sure I could get to it, when Amanda came in and sat down cross legged on the floor next to my desk. “You about done?” She asked. “With tomorrow’s at least… I’d wanted to get stuff for Friday done too, but that sure didn’t happen…” She motioned for me to come over and I obliged her, letting myself be wrapped up in her arms. “You know, you told us what you did… but hearing it was a completely different experience. I don’t think I really let myself believe that you had to fight that hard to get away.” I nodded, “I guess now you know why I keep getting the nightmares?” She squeezed me tightly, “I already had an idea of that.” They had started to slow down in frequency, but it was a near nightly occurrence for me to wake up it seemed the first few weeks. I’d slept a lot in her arms in the rocking chair, though it had gotten better when we managed to heal Bella. I had no doubts that hearing the audio today was going to make it another bad night. “I love you more than you can know Stacy. I’m so glad that you came here, and I’m so glad that you escaped the fate Nimitz wanted to put you through,” she added. We cuddled for a good long while before she said, “Bath time.” She had been doing less for me the past month, but that night she did everything as far as undressing me, carrying me, washing me, and finally nursing me to sleep. I did feel loved more than I could explain to anyone. AMANDA HAD JUST picked me up from our weekly brainwashing session known as the littles seminar when her phone rang. She dug it out of her purse and said, “Hello?” I could just hear the other person speaking, hearing them announce that it was Finch, the DA. “Listen, we still want you to show up to court, but after receiving a copy of the audio recording the defense agreed to a plea bargain. The judge also sealed the recording from being released to the public based on Stacy’s status as a minor.” ‘I’m a minor?’ I asked myself, but remembered I was legally since I was adopted. “So Stacy isn’t going to have to testify today?” she looked at me with a smile on my face. “She shouldn’t?” he paused, “I want her to be here just in case it’s a ruse.” “We’ll be there, we’re on our way now,” Amanda said. “So it’s over?” I asked her. “Maybe, let’s wait and see…” We were shown into the gallery of the courtroom when we arrived and the court was called to order soon after that. “You wish to change your plea Doctor Nimitz?” The judge asked. “Yes your honor, I wish to plead guilty.” “No one has coerced you in any way? This is a choice of your own volition? You do understand that the court will immediately proceed to sentencing without completing this trial?” “Yes, your honor,” he said. “Very well, the court accepts your guilty plea. I understand that you and the DA have worked out a sentencing deal?” “Yes your honor,” Finch said, “We submit that Doctor Nimitz should serve a sentence of no less than fifteen years, and no more than twenty-five years in a maximum security facility.” “Your client agrees to this?” The judge asked. “Yes your Honor,” he said. I watched as the judge looked at the papers that had been handed to him, and then out into the gallery to me. “Ms. Westerfield?” He asked, “Would you please come to the stand.” I looked at Amanda and Fred in confusion but made my way forward nervously. I looked up at him, “Yes your honor?” “I believe you have more right than most to have a say on this agreement, do you think it’s fair?” I looked at him leaning across the bench down at me and shook my head, “No your Honor, this man regularly sexually abused women, removed their ability to think and communicate their needs,and removed their ability to do anything other than serve him or others like him. I understand that this society believes littles should ‘know our place’ and be the good babies that our size makes us seem to be. The problem with that is that men like Doctor Nimitz aren’t driven by noble intentions of helping poor littles survive in the big world, instead they’re driven by greed. There’s a good number of Amazons out there who truly love their littles and take care of their every need... It’s smothering, but at least it’s done in a loving manner. I see too many ‘parents’ though that are all about humiliating and treating their littles as pets and objects to be abused for some reason. If he did what he did to real babies our size… would he be only serving that sentence? I doubt it.” “What would you propose?” He asked me. I shrugged, “I’ll be honest, I could have killed him if I wanted to. I don’t think anyone would have faulted me! Instead I let him live, but now the question of what to do with him is left to the justice system to determine what is right. Personally… well I know the shrinking technology exists. Making him become a little, a girl at that, and adopting him out? That seems to be almost more just than anything else. Perhaps performing most of the surgeries to him that he did to the others?” “An eye for an eye, huh?” The judge asked. “Your Honor, you’re not seriously going to entertain not abiding by the plea agreement?” Nimitz’s attorney asked. “Yes I am. The defendant will rise,” he ordered. “Your crimes were heinous, abusive, and immoral to a level that the court cannot adequately dispense justice. The pictures of your lab alone make my stomach turn! You have plead guilty with an agreement with the prosecution… However I am in agreement with this young lady that the agreement doesn’t go far enough to punish your heinous crimes. You are hereby sentenced to be medically shrunk to four-feet in height. Your teeth are to be removed and your body restricted from walking.” “YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!!!!!” Doctor Nimitz wailed. “ORDER!” The judge shouted. “Additionally your speech centers will be altered to that of an eighteen month old. You’ll be able to let your new parents know that you need a change, you’re hungry, you want your stuffed bear, and that’s about it.” He paused, “Take him away, court is adjourned.” I watched as he was hauled off and I stood awkwardly where I’d been asked to. “Ms. Westerfield?” The judge asked as he descended the stairs from his bench and knelt down in front of me. “Yes, your honor?” “I’d like to shake your hand if I might, I’m truly impressed by you.” I reached my hand out and accepted his large hand enveloping mine, “If you ever need anything let me know. I hope this matter will be behind you now.” I smiled at him and said, “Me too!” before rejoining Amanda and Fred, finding safety and warmth in Amanda’s arms. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ There is an epilogue to follow this chapter. If it gets to 25 likes I'll post it this weekend, otherwise I'll post it next weekend! Please let me know what you think, I know this moved at a faster pace than earlier chapters, but sometimes when life gets busy it passes by in a blur... There remains a few loose ends that will be tied up in the Epilogue, but please comment and let me know what you think! Thanks for following this story!

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You did a nice job with foreshadowing to set this chapter up. Looks like the wife and therapist really opened Pandora's box when they set Jim up for his first gay experience. There are a lot of directions you can take the story from here, and it will be interesting to see which one you choose.

Oh my God amazing I wonder if his wife is going to freak out Maybe it's time to put Nancy out all the time treat her like the little slut she is

very different twist...someone is gonna have a lot of explaining to do...not everything that happens in vegas stays in vegas, after all.

Interesting...not the way i saw that go but im still interested in how this will play out

*sighs* cheating asshole I hope you get busted ,diaper rash, and an allergy to all the ointments & creams (which causes rashes)! I had been sympathetic since the whole party group planned to get him drunk so we can make him do things he wouldn't want to do without being intoxicated, but now I'm like really? I don't think anybody in the story should be drinking anymore there's so much bad decision making going on. Perhaps they could get sucked into the Sober Dimension for some help. *sighs again*

Well, you all met my ransom demands, here's the next Chapter! Chapter 45: I ACTIVATED THE laser sight I had added onto the pistol and just hoped it would work! She reached for me… and nothing. “She’s disrupting my field sir…” “Keep trying!” He said as he then started moving towards me himself. “Tessa activate protocol Beta Gamma Nine Two Three,” I told her while she tried to grab me again. She froze, “What is going on Stacy? Where am I?” “Well it’s kind of a long story, but apparently bozo over there thinks that he can steal you from the university lab and use you to help beat me up?” “You mean Doctor Nimitz?” she asked. “Yes, he kidnapped me from Mommy!” “That’s not right… Stacy is Professor Westerfield’s baby girl!” she said and turned her attention towards Dr. Nimitz. I pointed my gun back at him knowing that I was safe from her now. “Tessa, I told you to collect the baby!” He screamed at her. “I’m sorry sir, but you were going to do bad things to Stacy who is a good girl and my friend.” “What the hell did you do to her?” He screamed at me. “Made a friend,” I told him and juvenilely stuck my tongue out at him. He gave me an exasperated look and then ran towards me. Tessa stopped him cold and flung him on the ground like a rag doll. She then pulled his pants down and looked at me, “I think he’s been a bad boy and deserves a spanking, do you agree Stacy?” I giggled, “I think one hundred swats?” I suggested. She wasted no time beating the living tar out of his butt and taking the fight out of him by the time she was done. His bottom was red enough to substitute for a stop sign! She kept him essentially hogtied with some extra arms she’d grown and said, “Stacy the authorities will be down here in one more minute, I recommend you conceal your weapons…” I looked down at my blades and my pistol and did just that. The pistol went back in the Switch casing and the knives in my shoes. “If anyone asks Tessa, could you say that you defended me?” “Why Stacy that’s exactly what I did.” Doctor Nimitz was out of breath then, but asked, “How the hell did you override Tessa’s programming?!?” I giggled, “She wanted some code she saw me writing in class last week to incorporate into her programming. She liked the idea of having some extra safety protocols in her personality. I just had managed to already tag in some other safeguards to the code.” I heard a horde of footsteps coming down the staircase and a SWAT team fanned out down the hall. I raised my hands as they came near, “Stacy Westerfield?” One of them asked. “Yes sir, this man kidnapped me and they have my sister downstairs too…” “That’s bullshit, she’s never left the university campus…” “Sir, you have the right to remain silent…” I heard a Miranda warning given to the good doctor. “You should be arresting her! She murdered like ten or twelve people downstairs! My wife is one of them!” “Get him out of here,” an older gentleman ordered and looked down on me. “I’m Agent Cranton, can you show us where you were being held sweetie?” I smiled, “Sure, but only if we can get my sister and take her home.” “I’m sure we can arrange for something like that…” “Can you also please let my mommy know that I’m okay? She’s got to be worried sick about me.” “Already done sweetheart,” he said pointing to his earpiece, “She knows we’ve got you and that you’re okay.” He made me hold back behind his men as they cleared the corridor. “Dear god, what happened to these people?” One of the men asked. “This looks like a god damned war zone…” “Were the Hellcats here?” Another asked. “Sure as hell looks like it…” I was given a narrowed glance by Agent Cranton, but maintained the cute innocent exterior while also displaying a fair amount of fear. Not much acting for the fear though! Those that had been turned into babies were gathered up and taken by a couple of their officers upstairs to be checked out. The naked Jennifer peed uncontrollably on one of them and I heard him say, “Yuck! This is why I tell my wife no littles!” They also discovered Kathy the stewardess hiding in a closet with her panties wetter than my diaper was just then. I heard one of the SWAT team members taunt her, “Awww… don’t worry, we’ll get the widdle girl all nice and dry in her didees soon!” “I’m not a baby?” “You sure wet your pants like one…” I heard as they kept her moving. “Who are they? The babies?” The older Agent Cranton hissed in my ear, “I’m a friend of your grandfathers… I know he’s been training you, but this is new.” “They’re some of the technicians, nurses, and a security guard. Oh, and that one little girl that just peed on the guy is Doctor Nimitz’s wife Jennifer,” I told him quietly. “For the record we’re going to be hiding all of the damage you did to these people. I am going to insist though that you get a counselor to talk to. If you don’t have PTSD from this I’ll be very surprised,” he told me kindly. “Your grandpa taught you well. I’m not going to ask where the blades are, but please get them back to him so he can replace them with some that don’t have any evidence on them.” I nodded but impatiently hopped between my feet, “Can we go see my sister now?” “Sure,” he said and I led them to the nursery. The agents were speaking pretty angrily when they figured out several of them were pregnant. “What the hell is this?” One asked anyone. “A first step along a road that these people have been doing to breed littles. They’re brainwashing everything away from them mentally and then inseminating the women to breed smaller and smaller littles. Doctor Nimitz told me some of their plans upstairs. He was planning on doing the same to me…” I answered. The gasps around the room were deep and sincere, “My god, what a fucking monster!” one said. “Maybe he needs to have an accident on the way to the jail…” one said. I looked up at them and shook my head, “No easy way out for him! He needs to go through the court system and then they can do whatever they feel is right to him. I have my own thoughts, but I’m going to keep them to myself just now,” I told them. “How far did he get with you?” One asked kindly. “Tied up to hypnotize me in a high chair…” I answered. “So why aren’t you a mindless baby like them?” One team member asked. I shook my head, “For some reason hypnosis doesn’t seem to work on me? Might be the dimension I’m from? I don’t really know. I’m not in a hurry to volunteer for experiments to figure that out either,” I added. The agent nodded as I approached Bella’s crib. I reached in with my hand to grasp the slobbery hand she didn’t have in her mouth and said, “I’m so glad we found you Bella, we’ll get you sorted out and back home soon!” “Si…Si.. Sissy,” Bella said with a big grin on her face. “At least she recognizes you still?” One of them said. “Yeah, at least there’s something still in her head. We’ll have to see if we can deprogram her now though…” I reached into my backpack then and grabbed my phone that was making noise and saw Amanda’s face on it. I answered it in video mode and said, “Mommy!” “You’re okay! You’re really okay?!?” Amanda was clearly in tears then. “Yes Mommy, and look who I found!” I turned the phone to do a selfie with Bella who looked and said, “Mama!!!” “Is she okay?” She asked when I looked at her. “Relatively speaking. Better than most in here,” I added. I had just noticed the other littles being gathered up and placed onto small stretchers. I could tell most didn’t have any teeth, and it looked like most had shaved heads. I wasn’t exactly sure of what other modifications had been done to them, but a couple seemed to have some incision scars visible. ‘Why not just use nanites…?’ I wondered to myself as I tried to think of a solution for this problem. “That’s good, we’re waiting upstairs for you. They’ll bring everyone into the proper hospital to check you all out,” Fred said from behind her. “I’ll see you soon, I love you!” I said with tears in my eyes. “Come on Miss, let’s get you out of here,” a medic said to me trying to pick me up. I dodged and looked at Bella, “Not without my sister!” “Sister?” “They kidnapped her first,” I told the medic simply. The lady looked like she was going to fight me for a moment but Cranton said, “let her ride up with her sister. Trust me, you don’t want to make that little girl any more upset than she already is.” He motioned around the room and the lady obviously got the point because her eyes widened. She shook her head and began to gather up Bella. Her diaper was putrid and a full blowout was apparent by the copious amounts of poop on her legs and outfit, “I’d better change her first, can you see if there are any diapers over there that will fit her?” I beat everyone else over to the changing table where I saw three different sizes of those ridiculous diapers I’d been stuck in that night at the dorm when I ran out. I groaned for Bella, but took the smallest two sizes over to the medic. She made short work of the diaper and lay her down on the stretcher. She reached for me and flipped up the outfit I had on, “Do you need changed?” “I want my mommy to change me,” I said a little petulantly. “Can we please just get Bella upstairs now?” “I should force you to let me, but I think you’ve been through enough today. Come on, stay close to us…” I followed the gurney into a stairwell and watched as the medics hauled the whole thing up the stairs. They looked at me to check on me for a moment but I kept up with them climbing up steps pretty rapidly given their size. At the top I saw several officers blocking the way with crime scene tape and Fred checking on one of the other victims that had been brought up. Amanda stood across along the side of the hallway and I ran to meet her, jumping into her arms to receive hugs and kisses. “Oh my god, Stacy, you’re okay!” She said as she sobbed and hugged me for a moment. Fred joined in on a hug and she passed me to him as she she turned her attention to Bella. “Oh my, Bella,” her face was a mess of makeup and tears, “You’re okay!!!!” “Sort of,” I told her in a whisper. Fred quietly asked, “What happened to her?” “I think just severe hypnosis, but I’m not sure. She’s not said anything more than getting ‘Sissy’ and ‘Mama’ to her over the phone. You could tell that even that was a lot of work to get out. They didn’t get her… they… well she wasn’t bred yet,” was the best way I could put it. I received a huge hug from Fred and Bella kept saying, “Mama! Dada!” “How long was I gone?” I asked in a bit of a down moment. “A bit over twenty-four hours,” Fred told me. I nodded, knowing the gaps that had been there in being knocked out. By the time we had moved down the hallway to get us both checked out, my diaper was dripping urine uncomfortably down my legs. Amanda used the one spare I had left in my backpack to change me before dressing me in an offered hospital outfit. They needed that overly large dress as evidence. I managed to convince them to let me keep my shoes still thanks to a little help from Cranton. “I’m so glad you’re okay!” She smothered me as Bella was wheeled, and she carried me down the hall to the emergency room. There they separated us from the other victims by pushing us into a smaller examination room. Fred looked over me while another doctor looked at Bella since Fred had already given her a once over. Amanda traded duties to Bella laying a few feet during my examination. “Did they do anything to you?” He asked me. “They tried to hypnotize me,” I told him. “That didn’t work?” He looked at me knowingly. I shook my head, “No.” I shrugged and added, “I did take a fall from a nanny bot dropping dead while I was in its arms... but other than that I don’t think I had anything happen?” “I’m going to look you over to be safe,” he said. He noted that the injection holes were visible where I’d been drugged and embarrassingly looked at my rear to make sure they hadn’t hurt me there with the enema. There was some loose stool still there, but otherwise I seemed okay he thought. My vitals seemed normal and except a few bruises and scrapes from my fights nothing was obviously wrong with me. “I’m going to want them to do a panel on you to be sure you weren’t given anything else,” he told me with a hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay!” He told me with tears in his eyes. “Me too,” I told him. “Trade?” He suggested to Amanda who was tightly cuddling Bella. “Sure,” she said. He quickly whispered in my ear, “Wait until we get home before you tell the full story.” I nodded and said, “I love you Daddy!” He kissed me and told Amanda, “I’m guessing she’s not had much to drink the last hour. Why don’t you get her something?” I looked at Amanda and said, “We don’t have to go anywhere…” She smiled at me, “Okay,” and opened up her blouse and bra for me to nurse while they kept checking Bella out. With everything that had happened I fell asleep in her arms for a nice nap. IT TOOK ABOUT four hours before they were sure that Bella wasn’t going to be in any medical danger if she left the hospital. During that time Amanda had Fred give me a bath in what amounted to a sink, but at least the congealed blood and sweat was no longer pasted to my skin. He’d also been able to get some poop that had been dried on my butt still from my earlier mess off. Unfortunately that had revealed a bit of my first painful diaper rash. The nurses had been able to give him some rash ointment though and I felt better with it on. The biggest surprise though was Dean Sanders had been by to see us right when we were getting ready to get out of there. “Amanda, how are they?” she asked as I sat up rather blearily blinking my eyes. “Stacy here is not really too much worse for the wear. I’ll probably ask that you excuse her from classes the rest of the week?” “Absolutely! The news has been saying she was kidnapped by one of our own here?” “I’m afraid I can’t say much, but they said Doctor Nimitz was involved,” Amanda told her. “Dreadful…” “You have no idea,” I said sitting up and brushing some hair that had fallen into my eyes out. “How did you escape?” She asked me. My eyes narrowed and I wondered if she’d had some part in the mess, “A lot of luck,” I told her. “It’s an ongoing investigation and I was asked not to say much,” I told her semi-truthfully. “I certainly wouldn’t want to interfere. We’ll have our own internal investigation going on through the university of course too,” she replied. “Of course,” I said. She stayed for about five awkward minutes too long before leaving. It wasn’t long after that they released us to go home escorted by Grandpa Joe and a police officer. The group seemed to have almost all been present at the lab to the investigators, but some loose ends, and missing faces, made them suspect we weren’t fully out of the woods yet. It was with a great sense of relief though as we pulled into the garage and Amanda picked me up from my car seat, while Fred picked up Bella and handed her over. We walked inside and Grandpa, Grandma, and Megan joined us a few minutes later. Unfortunately the happy ending didn’t seem like it was in sight just then. All of us had watched Bella the past few hours struggle just to sit up on the blanket she’d been sat on the floor. She cried anxiously not long after everyone else arrived and Amanda struggled to calm her until she let her nurse herself to sleep. As we watched Grandpa asked me quietly, “I checked the house and the room, we’re secure from bugs. What happened? The whole story,” he emphasized. I smiled grimly at him from Fred’s lap, “Okay… just please don’t judge me too harshly,” I grimaced. I told them about waking up and the conversations I’d had before being forced to nurse from Nimitz’s wife. I mentioned the enema, and everything else I could remember. Really I was just grateful that they had their hands on me so brief of time! When I told them about wriggling out of the high chair and getting to my knife blades the other women in the room, minus Bella who was cluelessly nursing, all seemed a bit squeamish. Amanda a little less so but I did catch the look she gave to her dad. “So I was able to cut my way through those straps and get loose,” I continued. I hoped I’d given them enough time to get lax and it seemed like it was so. I walked into the room behind the nursery and found an observation room with that guy Collin from Selegnasol in there.” “The guy you tried to get stuck as a baby?” Megan asked. I nodded, “Apparently he didn’t like that… He was rather angry about it! Anyway… I used my knives to take care of him before getting my backpack.” “Took care of him?” Fred asked me. I grimaced and said, “He won’t be hurting anyone ever again,” I said. I tried to wipe the image out of my head then that reappeared and knew nightmares were certainly in my future. Fred hugged me, “I love you Stacy, you don’t have to continue if you don’t want to…” I turned to him and hugged him back, “Thank you, but I need to…” I sighed and took a drink from a sippy cup of apple juice that Granny suddenly handed me, “Thanks,” I told her. “You’re welcome,” she told me. “Well when I cleared that room I was happy to find my backpack was still sitting there…” I paused for a moment but decided to go all in, “It had a weapon in there.” “A weapon?” Grandpa Joe asked. “I told you that my Grandpa back home and you would get along, right?” He nodded, “You said he was vet too?” I nodded back, “Well apparently my family has a long history of adventuring, and not one of those family members have gone on one without a weapon. He gave me a pistol that hides inside a small game console.” I head Amanda suck a deep breath in, “That one with the two mini controllers?” I sighed but knew honesty was called for now, “Yes, that’s the one. If you push the panels and buttons the right way it breaks apart and reveals a ceramic pistol that’s a 9mm holdout gun back home.” “But if it shrank to your size, surely it wouldn’t do anything against an Amazon?” Grandpa Joe asked. He shook his head, “It probably wouldn’t feel worse than a pellet gun here? I can’t even imagine it hardly piercing our skin?” I shook my head, “That was my worry as well… which is why I printed some other bullets to load in the shell cases that I put suspended nanites into.” “Where in the world did you get nanites?!?!” Amanda asked suddenly concerned. I pointed at myself, “I have all that I need inside of me. I just needed to excrete some – I used tears as I figured they would be the cleanest way, and reprogrammed the options.” “To what?” Fred asked me. “The perfect little… One that Aunt Chloe and Cassie would love…” I added feeling some bile in my mouth but continuing, “I only planned to use it in life or death situations… and this counted.” “I agree,” Grandpa Joe said. “We need to be very careful that no one finds out about that though. I want you to show it to me later… actually I need your shoes and the blades too so I can replace them with something clean…” “What?” Megan asked, “You’re… actually okay with her making this?” Amanda answered, “I wish she had told me,” she said looking at me, “but it was a very good idea and plan. We just need to make sure the military doesn’t find out about it. I’m pretty certain that it actually falls under several international treaties as an illegal weapon… Possession of such weapons are punishable as a war crime,” she told me. “Really?” “Really, I’ll explain later. For now though you said you had just retrieved it?” I nodded, “Once I was armed I went out the door…” I didn’t hold back, they wanted to know, and I told them every shot I fired, every person I gutted, how I found Bella, almost got myself with the nanny bots. “Wait, those nanny bots are pretty much impossible to get away from, how did you manage to get away from them…?” Grandpa asked. “I might have developed a weapon for them too,” I said. I had a spare that I tossed to him, “It’s more nanite help basically… I programmed them to invade the surface and find control centers. It worked faster than I hoped,” I added. Amanda looked at me, “When did you have time to do all of this? I’ve been watching you on the cameras in the nursery…” I grimaced, part of my operational strategy was definitely out the window, “I thought you realized I hacked the cameras to get the footage about Bella’s poisoning?” “You altered the feed?” I nodded, “How grounded am I?” She sighed, “We’ll talk later, but I think there will probably be something… I just don’t know what!” she was a bit annoyed and I was glad Fred gave me a protective squeeze. “It did save her,” he reminded her. “This time…” she said, “she is being far too reckless, it’s going to get her hurt, killed, or her brain wiped at this rate.” “Sorry,” I said. She sighed, “What happened next…?” I walked them through the next rooms and then the climb to the next level before finding Doctor Nimitz. I explained how I’d already made sure that I would have Tessa on my side. “You did that one in class? In front of me and all of the other students?” Amanda clarified. I shrugged, “I didn’t actually intend to, she asked for the code. She just didn’t know that there was an extra subroutine I was working on that could help me or others later.” She shook her head and handed the now sleeping Bella to Granny before coming over to me to pick me up. I shook a bit, wondering if it was going to be the first time I was spanked by her, but instead she hugged me tightly and kissed me on the forehead before holding me like an infant. “I love you so much Stacy, and I’m so glad you’re okay! Thank you for saving Bella, but we are going to have to have a talk later about what you can or can’t do with computer and nanites without letting me know…” I nodded, “Okay Mommy.” She hugged me and then felt my diaper, “You need a diaper change, a bath, and then I think we all should consider going to bed here soon. Mom, you’ll take Megan back to campus?” “Sure honey,” she told her, “you want me to change this one for you before I go?” Amanda shook her head and shifted me over to one side, I’ll take care of her, just hand her over to me. “Here, give me your shoes,” Grandpa Joe said to me as he walked over. I used my fingerprints to unlock them and he took them from me. “I’ll replace these tomorrow for you,” he reassured me. “Thanks,” I told him. Goodbyes were said and Amanda ascended the stairs with us tightly in her arms. She sat me down on my bed while she changed the sleeping Bella, replaced her thumb with a pacifier, and then lay her down in the crib. “Next,” she said softly to me and I held out my arms to her. She gently picked me up and placed me down on the changing table and removed the hospitals onesie and carried me in just the diaper down to the bathroom. While she ran the water I took the chance to get some more pee out and into the diaper. She smiled at me and gently pushed me to the ground, pulled open the diaper, wiped me with a wipe, and plopped me in the water while she turned to ball up the diaper. I sat in the tub getting sleepy as she quietly scrubbed my body, washed my hair, and even massaged my sore shoulders, arms, and legs. “Any chance you could give me some pain medicine?” I asked her as she dried me off. “You hurt?” “I’m pretty sure I’ll be sore for a week… not a fan of fighting for my life…” I told her. She wrapped me in a towel and caught Fred passing by, “While I’m drying Stacy’s hair, can you get her some pain meds?” “Where do you hurt?” He asked me. I laughed, “All over, it’s going to be a rough couple days while my body heals from today.” He nodded, “I’ll get something.” Amanda began gently combing, drying, and brushing my hair. She was working it gently still when Fred reappeared with a pacifier. I gave him a questioning look, “Whats…?” when realized it was a medicine pacifier, “you could have just given me pills or a cup with it in it…” He smiled, “this seemed like an easier solution though,” he said as he put the nipple to my lips and I nursed it. I winced a bit as the flavor was a bit off, but said, “Fanks,” around the pacifier. Amanda continued to dry my hair and finally braided it loosely before gathering me in the towel and carrying me back to the darkened nursery. I was gently diapered and dressed in a footed pajama set before she sat down in the rocking chair. “I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to nurse…” she started. I giggled quietly, “Come on Mommy, I’m thirsty!” I smiled. She hugged me and moved her shirt and bra to expose her nipple and I quickly latched on. While I nursed she hummed a lullaby and I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the sights that were already appearing in my mind from that day. I was sadly not asleep that long before I heard a series of loud bangs and the house security alarm began shrieking! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Well, you all met my ransom demands and I posted, but I never said I wouldn't leave another cliffhanger There is another Chapter and the Epilogue left to post. I have a trip for work this week that's going to take me out of town, so it may be later Saturday next week before I get home to post the next chapter. Thanks for reading, commenting, and liking this! I hope this all worked for you as the readers!

Warning, this chapter contains a fair amount of violence. Chapter 44: THE WORLD CAME back into focus very slowly. I’d guess it took over an hour for my brain to register I was awake and that something was very wrong! I blinked my eyes clear and stared up at a mobile with hanging bunnies that slowly spun around while playing a quiet lullaby. I turned my head and sure enough I saw white bars and knew that I was in a crib... Just not the one back home! As I took stock of my situation I realized that I was no longer in my school uniform, but instead found myself dressed in a pink dress decked with frilly lace. It was way too big, but had a large bow tied tightly in an attempt to try and size it down. I looked down at my feet and was surprised to still have on my shoes, but I was relieved Grandpa Joe’s biometric protection worked. Being unconscious though I was surprised they hadn’t just held my fingers to different spots hoping to unlock them. ‘Of course they probably assume it’s my mommy’s fingerprints so I can’t take them off…’ I smirked, their prejudices were going to help me get out of this somehow! Having the shoes still gave me a great deal of comfort since it was apparent the blades inside should still be undisturbed. I forced myself up into an upright position before I struggled to stand due to weakness. Whatever I’d been drugged by had definitely messed me up! The crib mattress being so soft that I sank deeply into it didn’t help matters. ‘Not safe for a real baby,’ I thought to myself. I used the crib bars to help me stand up and looked at my wrist where my student ID band had been. I frowned when I saw it was missing from my wrist, along with my charm bracelet. Somehow the little protect watch was still on my wrist though. It looked like they had tried to cut it in one place, but other than cosmetic damage it was fine and obviously tight enough on my wrist that they couldn’t remove it. I used my right hand to reach and press on the emergency button. ‘No Signal’ displayed and I swore quietly, “Damnit!” It was obvious that I was definitely not in the hands of friends. I inspected the room in front of me. All around I could see little signs of things to come. There was a large TV screen hung on the wall to my right, with a littles high chair facing it. ‘Great, more hypnosis…’ I thought to myself. Then, just to add to my misery I suddenly needed to poop right then. ‘I might as well get that out of the way. Whatever Amazon set this up is not going to let me use a potty…’ I spent a minute crouching and pushing the load into my diaper and felt a bit better as I stood back up gingerly. The room was smellier, but at least I knew my captors would have to clean up my butt at some point. ‘I hope they don’t leave me in it…’ I worried, and and wondered if I’d just made a massive mistake! Cassie and Chloe loved leaving their littles in their poopy diapers for way too long to watch them suffer. Freed of the bowel movement though I could focus around me again, I looked and saw a baby’s swing, a changing table, a rocking chair, and a toy box were also in the room. In short it would have mostly looked like an innocent nursery if it wasn’t for a large piece of mirror took up most of the wall on the side opposite the TV. It didn’t take much of a leap to guess that it was a one-way observation glass window. Its sinister nature was confirmed when Doctor Nimitz walked in with his wife from a door beside it. “Ah, you’re finally awake!” Doctor Nimitz came into view with a lady I recognized as his wife. “No thanks to you,” I told him. “Well, sorry, you’ve been a little hard to separate from your parents and babysitters. They’ve done a good job of keeping you safe from us, but we hoped eventually you’d make a mistake like this. Letting you wander from class alone wasn’t smart…” I shook my head, “No, it wasn’t.” “I smell a smelly baby, did you make us a pwesent in your diapee?” his wife came over to me then and lifted the back of my dress before pulling back my diaper. “Awww… you did make me a pwesent! What good wittle baby girl!” she proclaimed. I kept my reactions as passive and neutral as I could as she picked me up and carried me to the changing table, “You could have been getting changed by me every day you know,” she said as she laid me down on the table. “I’m very good with little babies like yourself! We would definitely have kept you all to ourselves as soon as we saw how tiny you were!” She pulled the dress up and then placed the strap across my middle. “Guess it’s good your such a good baby since I can’t use any of these other straps?” she said pointing towards ones meant for a littles hands and head. I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak. She pulled the tapes loose on my diaper and said, “What a stinky little girl we have here! Let’s get her all cleaned up,” she said and then used wipes to do so. She was about to rediaper me with a massive diaper too big for me before realizing she had a problem. “Mark, we still have her backpack in the observation room, right?” “Yes dear,” he said. “See if she has some diapees in it, ours are way too big. We’ll have to send someone upstairs to the babies supply closets to get diapers to fit her. She’s more like a newborn size in little diapers and I know the smallest I have in this facility is a size two.” My ankles were being held in the air by her most of this time and she said, “You know, with all this free time I bet we can do something to help make you feel better…” My eyes widened as she loosened the strap, flipped me on my belly, and then re-attached the strap. ‘Shit!!!!’ I thought to myself and knew that was the best descriptor for what I was going to be experiencing. Sure enough a moment later I felt a tube inserted into my rear uncomfortably and she began filling me up with something. I did my best not to make any noise to reward her, but it was beyond uncomfortable. I bit my lip to avoid crying out as she told me, “We’ll just make sure the little baby’s tummy is all nice and clear before we get to cleaning her head out too!” I remembered what we had done before the CARE test and knew I was in for an awful time as she flipped me over and rediapered me with the Pamper he’d found in my bag. “Mark, dear?” she said after she had me dressed. “Yes Jen?” “We should leave her for a few hours and I think we’ll have an easier job with her.” “Are you sure dear?” he said, “Last time we let that little Bella develop diaper rash before we did the first hypnosis session she was able to resist for three more…” “You’re right… we’ll come back in an hour and change her and start?” “Whatever you want dear,” he said and smirked at me as she picked me up. “Well, I also need to unload some milkies, do you think she’d drink without biting me?” “She would if she likes her teeth?” I gulped but nodded, “I won’t bite,” I told her. “Well, we’ll see about that,” she said and sat down in the rocking chair with me and exposed a much larger breast than what Amanda had. While Amanda’s were proportionate and not too small or large, Jennifer Nimitz had three times the size of her breasts and was shorter than Amanda. The nipple of her exposed breast was standing straight out and I just hoped the size of her breasts had no impact on the amount of milk they contained. She placed my head to her nipple and said, “No bite! Get drinking...” I complied and began nursing from her to wait and bide my time for a good time to escape. Clearly right then there was no way I was going to get away or win with my bowels about to explode. They obliged me not long after I started nursing and she said, “Good baby girl, after you go nighty-night from my milky I might even change you early…” I WASN’T SURE how long I was out, but I woke up getting a poopy diaper changed by Jennifer Nimitz. “Aww, look who’s awake and ready to lose her mind?” She told me and blew a raspberry on my belly. I hated that it tickled, and hated even more that I giggled involuntarily. She seemingly genuinely smiled at that though. ‘I wonder if keeping her infatuated might help me out...’ I was once again dressed in that ill fitting dress before she carried me to the high chair that I had noticed earlier. “Wow, we probably should find you another high chair, huh?” She said while she tightened the harness straps as tightly as she could. The wrist and leg restraints were harmless for me because none of those appendages reached that far! Mark Nimitz chose that point to re-enter the room. “Almost ready dear?” he asked his wife. “Almost!” she said and put the tray into place. I decided it was time to do as much stalling as I could, “So why go through so much trouble to get me anyway?” “Awww, she thinks she can find out some big girl information for later?” Jennifer laughed. “It is pretty funny, but since she won’t have any more big girl times, let’s have fun?” He suggested to her. “Oh sure dear, we might as well play with her while she still has some brains… Not like we have much to do today other than clear her head anyway.” I looked at them both in fear, but nonchalantly said, “So why?” “You really haven’t figured it out?” Mark Nimitz asked. I shook my head, “Other than my small size and the fact I’m smart there’s really nothing worth the risks you’ve taken. People had to see you take off with me earlier? Cameras?” He shook his head, “As soon as we saw our chance to grab you I called some associates who took the cameras offline for the university for all of the areas we went through. They won’t be finding anything,” he smirked, “But anyway my dear, those are the two reasons that we want you. You’re going to make a very valuable breeder for us!” “Umm… no, I won’t,” I told him. “And why do you think that?” Jennifer asked. “When Mommy and Daddy treated me with the nanites my body was reset to being pre-pubescent, so breeding isn’t exactly likely to happen for me.” “Hmm… Well, that’s something we can fix without too much trouble. We can program another batch of nanites to take care of that. You won’t even know when we’re working on making that happen though. I highly doubt you’ll even notice anything but being hungry and crying over your dirty diapers… if you even notice that you pooped.” He told me. “What’s the point?” I asked him. “It can’t be worth that much for you…” “My dear Stacy, you really have no idea the black market value for littles that are raised from birth as babies! Or, for some of them we raise them to be independent minded littles and then let our clients be the ones to break them back to babyhood. I find that the people of your dimension fill that role better though than the ones we raise though. You all fight the process a lot more, and that means profits definitely come through faster for the ones we bring from your home dimension.” His wife said, “Even if we just sold you to a new family you’d bring twenty-five million for being so tiny and adorable!” My stomach flipped as I heard the door open and close and heard two people coming in. “Collin, Kathy, I’m glad you were able to join us!” “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I heard and felt my blood run cold as I recognized Collin Munson, the guy who had tried to kidnap us in Selegnasol. “This little brat managed to get me diapered and babied for several hours before I escaped that hell. I’m going to look forward to seeing her drooling with her eyes empty.” The other lady glared at me too and I realized she was the stewardess from the flight with Bella. She smiled at me, “Glad to see this little bitch getting her comeuppance too. Her mom is the one I still really want to see pay though. I ended up being diapered and babied in that reform school for two weeks before I managed to escape…” “Definitely a lot longer than it took me,” Collin laughed at her. “You must have enjoyed it! I bet we can probably find you a nice mother…” She gave him a nice punch to the gut right then, doubling him over before he stood up and laughed it off. “I’m sure you’ll both find your way back into diapers soon,” I told them. Every adult laughed at me then. “Oh my,” Jennifer said as she shook her head, “Mark, do we have to use her as a breeder? She really is adorable! And, she didn’t bite me once earlier!” “Bad idea, she’s also really recognizable,” he told her. “We could change that…” “We’ll talk later,” Mark Nimitz said. “For now our bosses want her taken care of like her sister and then we’ll be able to move them both to the new facility.” “Shame we’re going to have to give up this space,” Jennifer said. “The perks of having your own private space at the university’s hospital has been really handy.” “Shut up,” Collin hissed at them, “Look, I know you think she’s a regular little, but until you’ve given her this treatment I think she’s more dangerous than you realize.” Jennifer Nimitz sighed, “He’s right dear, this little baby has been a pain in the ass.” She looked down at me, “You’re going to be so cuddly though when we’re done with you! You want your binky or your baba before we begin?” I shook my head, “Might as well enjoy a few more minutes before I have no choice on those?” I felt stubborn then, “Anyway, you never really answered me, why me specifically? There have to be other littles out there as small and cute as I am. I have parents that care about me, and they’re going to never stop looking for me?” “Well it’s also kind of a point of honor right now,” Mark said. “We can’t let a little like you get away with what you did to Collin. Plus, we’re still not sure of what Bella told you before we got her.” I shrugged and decided to bluff what I did know, “I know enough to know that you’ve been working on nanite code that couldn’t be finished without her parents research?” I tried prodding. He laughed, “Collin, you’re definitely right, she is dangerous!” He looked at me and stroked my cheek with his hand, “Yes, and unfortunately that code wasn’t in Bella either – someone had beat us to it and wiped the chip I assume it was on, but I’m sure we’ll find it.” “What are you missing anyway? The code for the nanites already does just about everything?” He smiled, “Imprinting, one simple word, but it’s the future of adoptions.” “Imprinting?” I asked back. Jennifer answered this time, “Imagine if you could just give the nanite injection and have an instant loving little? Bonded immediately to their parents so that they loved them unconditionally? No wasted time on hypnosis that may or may not work!” I looked at them in horror, “But then… weren’t Bella’s parents the ones who worked on that? Why would they have done that to littles?” “They were actually wanting to inject it into the water system to affect Amazons. They thought if Amazons at least loved their littles unconditionally by imprinting on them as their own babies they wouldn’t be as cruel,” Mark said. “That seems a stretch,” I admitted. “To me too, but we took them down a few notches, and they haven’t had much of any thoughts for a long time,” Mark replied. “What happened to them?” I asked with my stomach in knots. “We did surgery to allow them to permanently enjoy their tummy time, removed their teeth, and wiped their brains with hypnosis to where they’re functionally about two months old. We adopted them to two different families in Selegnasol,” Collin told me. “Anyway, back to your question Stacy, if we can ever get that code we’ll be able to make sure the littles industry is nice and safe with plenty of littles to go around. They’ll all love their mommies and daddies no matter what they do to them. Any Amazon that opposes us will just find themselves in a nursery somewhere themselves with the same treatment. I figure we’re within a couple months of being able to finish deciphering the last her parents project.” Jennifer said all of that with a smirk that I wanted to knock off her face. I sighed, “You know bad guys never really win, right? My grandpa is not going to let this stand, and neither will my mommy! Whoever you adopt me to, won’t they scan my chip and have a massive red flag go up?” “You really are a feisty one,” Jennifer said with a laugh. “We’ve already neutralized that chip, so there won’t be any issue when you are adopted out.” “But…” “But what?” she asked with a smile. “Never mind,” I said. ‘The portal scanners wouldn’t be a problem though…’ I thought with a bit of a smile that I kept inside. ‘If I ever get near one again…’ She smiled and I recoiled as she caressed my cheek, “Don’t worry, as soon as you’re done with this first session I’ll give you another chance to nurse on my boobies. From today forward you won’t care about anything but whichever ones are nearest. You won’t even care about your old mommy!” Doctor Nimitz and his wife messed around for a few minutes with some controls on the side of the wall before a video started playing on the screen and they walked away. “Nighty night baby,” she cooed as the door shut. “I hope you enjoyed your last adult conversation, you wittle mind won’t understand anything the next time we talk!” I sighed and looked on in horror, knowing this would be a high intensity hypnotic session. ‘Please work…’ I thought to myself about my edits to the nanites. To my relief though nothing seemed to be happening as I watched the patterns. I did my best though to fake a total blank stare at it for a few minutes in the hopes they would disappear and give myself some time to plan. After I felt like a bit of time had passed, and maybe they would be getting overconfident I moved quickly with a plan of action. I wriggled my upper body out from underneath the top part of the harness and quickly reached for the knives in my shoes. With them I sliced through the remaining straps on the chair and then hopped down as quietly as I could. I looked around for anything else that would be useful to defend myself, but the room was bare of anything besides what was needed to brainwash a little at that moment. As I rounded the chair I was surprised to see the only thing blocking the door by the observation window was a standard baby gate with handy finger holds that I was able to scale quickly. ‘They didn’t even bother to look a door with me in here?’ I smirked, ‘Stupid!’ On the other side I paused to carefully scout out that room. I saw Collin sitting in a chair with his head down and soft snores coming often. To his right, up on a short table, I saw my backpack and I smiled with the first sense of hope I’d had. ‘Shouldn’t haven’t fallen asleep on the job,’ I smirked. Just as I stepped to get to it though Collin woke up and stared at me in disbelief. Unlike him I didn’t hesitate, this was a matter of life and death, and I wasn’t going to let it be my death! I tumbled forward and cut his Achilles tendons and hamstrings with a couple of swipes that forced him to the ground in pain. He cried out in pain and tried to reach his large hands to grab me, but I dodged and took the opportunity with him low enough to run my right blade through his neck. The blood from his carotid artery sprayed everywhere and I blinked as I just missed some of it spraying into my eye. I watched as he tried to hold the blood in and gasped an awful sound. I would have almost felt bad but they had been willing to effectively kill me! He knelt down, and then fell on his side twitching for a moment before going still. I looked at the closed door and hoped it had blocked the sound from his death. I knew we had to have made a ton of noise, so I wasted no time climbing for my bag and was grateful to find my switch was still in there. I pressed the sequence on it and withdrew the pistol my grandfather had given me. I pulled back the slide and chambered one of the eight rounds that I had modified. I just hoped it would be enough! I took a quick glance back at Collin and decided to search him. He was clearly dead already… I sliced around the fabric pocket of his pants to get to the contents. I hit the jackpot with a cell phone. ‘No Signal’ it read. “Damnit!” I couldn’t help but say aloud. I looked back at my LittleProtect device with that same message still active and knew they must have some sort of jammer or faraday cage in place here. I sighed and placed the phone into my backpack, before I slung it over one shoulder and draped it in front of me. I quickly rifled through the pockets to see what I had with me. I was relieved to find that my student ID badge was still inside the front pocket. I had been keeping it there since I had taken to using the band instead. I carefully put it over my neck and under the ill-fitting dress to be safe. ‘Last thing I want is to be able to escape and then be in violation of code of conduct,’ I griped. Lastly I looked back at my tablet sitting inside the bag and thought to activate the video recording feature. ‘It’ll only record audio inside my bag… but it might be useful evidence later,’ I told myself. I shouldered it onto my back and then took one last look at Collin, glaring at the disgusting mess, “Should have stayed in your diapees.” I didn’t allow myself to feel anything for him as I turned towards the other door that I presumed led out to somehow. I slowly opened a door to discover a clinical hallway that looked to be part of the hospital at the university. ‘This whole time they’ve been this close…’ I thought to myself as I confirmed what they had told me seemed likely. ‘I can’t be too far from help…’ I saw a doorway across from me and quickly ran across to it and pushed my way inside. I moved slowly as I opened the door and felt a sinking feeling of total horror when I saw the dentist style chair and all of the tools arrayed there. Just to make it more ghastly it looked like someone was keeping trophies of teeth placed in fake gums in a glass case. Each had names on them and I quickly scanned just hoping to not see one name. To my relief Bella’s name wasn’t attached to a set. To my horror though ‘Stacy’ was labeled with an empty spot clearly already prepared for mine… I bit my lip to avoid squealing. I shook my head and quickly made sure there wasn’t anything of use in the room. The room was lacking a computer, so I decided to move on. I was just walking past a cabinet to the door when my puffy dress caught on something and knocked a tray of tools to the floor. “Shit!” I whispered to myself and knelt down beside it in case someone came looking. To my relief somehow my noisy escape had been ignored so far. I looked down at the tray that I had knocked over and saw a mirror that dentists used inside of mouths and smiled, ‘This’ll be useful…’ As I opened the door to the hallway I used the mirror to look for anyone before I reopened the door. Then I hopped down to another doorway and peered in through a glass cutout that ran almost the entire height of the door. It looked to be a surgical theater and I grimaced at the thought of what all they did to littles inside of there. Another quick run to the next doorway and I could see inside to a genuine newborn nursery ward with real babies in clear newborn carts. ‘Those must be the ones these monsters have forced the girls to have,’ I thought angrily. Luckily I chose not to go in and take a closer look because I saw a nurse go over to one of the babies and pick them up. I could still see an umbilical cord stub attached, so I knew these were genuine newborns… ‘At least I hope so,’ I conceded to myself that anything was possible in this world. I ducked back just as I saw a nurse turn her head towards the door and hoped she hadn’t seen me. Deciding to get moving onto the next room, I jumped up into the air to pull the horizontal handle open. I found myself in a storage closet of diapers, formula, laxatives, baby food, and enough baby items to take care of a couple hundred babied littles for months. I noticed a stash of locking pacifiers and felt grateful they hadn’t forced one of those into my mouth. ‘That’s why I mostly behaved for them…’ I reminded myself. Not seeing anything inside the room to help me escape, I used the mirror again to clear the hallway and found myself again looking in at another large nursery ward, but this one full of littles in large cribs! Against my better judgment I pushed my way in the door and entered the room. To my left I looked in horror as a little stared down at me through the bars of her crib bars. Her hair had been altered to look like she had the hair of about a two-month old baby. I felt a stab of genuine horror at her drooling smile, just like Chloe’s littles there were clearly no teeth there - but they hadn’t installed the gummy thing in her mouth to hold its shape… so her lips were collapsed inward like an old woman. She was barely able to sit up. It seemed from whatever they had done to her probably didn’t help, but I believed the large belly displaying a baby growing in her stomach was probably just as responsible for her immobility. I bit back a wave of disgust as she put her foot in her mouth and the slobber ran down it and she fell onto her side. I quickly counted a total of ten cribs in the room. As I looked down the row I suddenly realized that Bella was in one of them. She wore nothing but a diaper that looked like it needed changed hours ago. It was saggy and leaking urine and poop from the leg holes. She sat up and waved blankly at me before putting her foot in her mouth too. I wanted to vomit, but I couldn’t take the time to do so. Eight other girls filled all of the cribs in the room. I noticed that all seemed to be on the shorter side of littles. Their behaviors seemed to be similar. All seemed to have a fascination of putting their feet impossibly into their mouths. I noticed a chart hanging off the bottom of each of the cribs and walked closer to Bella’s to look at the one hanging from hers. What I read made me angrier than I had been yet. Subject 390481 ‘Bella’ Subject responded well to hypnotic therapy after initially displaying some unusual levels of resistance. Instead of a standard 4 hour session, it took 3 separate 10 hour sessions, but the little is now cognitively at the level of a ten month old. No action was needed surgically to limit mobility as she succumbed to the hypnosis and displays no desire to stand or walk. I would have kept reading but I heard movement and saw Jennifer Nimitz standing in the doorway in shock that I was there. “How the hell did you get loose?” I smiled at her as I pointed the gun at her, “You really should have thought before kidnapping me that maybe it wasn’t just luck that I was getting away from your goons.” “It won’t matter, even if you only had that hour of hypnosis you’ll be a sniveling baby before long anyway,” she laughed. I laughed back at her, “So will you in that case.” “I’m a big woman, nothing we do affects us.” “Well I’ll just have to change that, won’t I?” “Put the toy gun down, even if it’s loaded with real bullets, anything that would fit in that gun would be too small to do me any harm,” she said. “Let’s hope not,” I said and took aim at her stomach. She looked up in shock at the small amount of blood and said, “You little bitch, that…” Before she could say anything more she fell to her knees covered in a grey cloud. That cloud began to shrink before my eyes. I looked at her with a smile, “Enjoy babyhood,” I shook my head, “you’re not going to be ever getting out of it.” The cloud seemed to swirl around her for a few moments before I watched it fade away, and in its place was left a little girl a bit bigger than me. She took one look at me before she collapsed into the slumber of an infant with her thumb in her mouth. A pool of urine formed beneath her and I could smell feces as she lost control of her bowels. I was glad to see that my weaponizing of the nanites seemed to have worked. I’d reprogrammed the ones that had been inside of me to shrink anyone that came in contact with them down to thirty percent of their previous size. It also removed all of their bowel and urinary control, enforced the breastmilk protocol we’d found before, and removed all of the teeth in the subjects mouth. Their sleep needs would be that of an infant - really rarely awake, and I also made sure that they would only be able to crawl when they were awake. I had decided it was kinder to at least give them that much mobility. Knowing that I would only use this in a last ditch scenario… well I didn’t play nice with most of the settings. Unfortunately the sound of a gunshot wasn’t silent in this room, and I soon had a cacophony of crying littles all around me. I groaned and prepared myself to deal with a caretaker. Just not the caretaker that appeared! It was a crazy looking nannybot of some sort with a pair of breasts exposed on it, along with several whirring mechanical appendages that looked like a cross between a normal hand and the extendo-arm Bender had in the old Futurama show back home. It didn’t initially spot me, so I tried to stay very still to stay unnoticed. Unfortunately my bladder decided to open at that point and it must have sensed the urine. “And just who are you little girl?” the robot asked. “I don’t have you on records,” it said as it moved towards me. Knowing this couldn’t end well I ran for the door but found myself drug back arms that clamped onto me. “Let go of me,” I said uselessly. “I’m afraid I can’t do that. You have a wet diaper and I’m sure you must have escaped from one of the other rooms. I’ll change you and then we can get an adult down here to sort you out…” “Oh wait another? And, just who are you?” she said suddenly distracted by the form of the shrunken Jennifer Nimitz. The bot let go of me with a couple of its arms and snaked them towards Jennifer to pick her up, “Oh boy, two new babies in one day! I can hardly wait to feed you both!” she said with a not quite human giggle. I sighed and reached the edge of my backpack to tear off one of my crazy ideas I hadn’t gotten a chance to test yet. “Nanny, I’m scared, can I have a kiss?” I asked it. “Aww… of course baby,” and it moved its head towards me. I took aim at its head and threw a project of mine that automatically stuck to its head with a magnet. A second later it began doing its job as the robot began smoking and dropped both of us. I fortunately landed on my feet, but Jennifer landed on her head screaming. I checked to make sure she was physically okay before I decided it was time to scram. I took one look at the littles in their cages around me dumbly on crying for a reason they couldn’t understand anymore. I noticed then that almost all of them had bellies that were distended with pregnancies… a quick look back at Bella’s chart told me she hadn’t been impregnated yet though. They were waiting until they had made a move to a new facility. “I’ll be back Bella, I love you,” I told her. She looked at me blankly, but I thought I might have seen some hint of recognition in her eyes. I turned though and ran back down the corridor just in time to see three large women nurses in scrubs coming down the hallway. They looked at me with a combination of disbelief and recognition before they ran towards me. “What are you doing out of a crib?” One of them asked me as she approached. “Get over here little girl,” Another said as they ran towards me. Not knowing how many people I would have to take out I decided to put the gun quickly in my bag, swung the other strap back over my shoulder, and then charged to meet them with my knives. They were all way bigger and stronger, but I never let them get a hand on me while I sliced their legs up until they were all on the ground with their throats gruesomely draining their blood from their bodied. The sight made me sick and I vomited before reclaiming my gun from the bag, and walking down to the end of the hallway where they had come from. Just before I could reach for the door a man in a security uniform stepped out and looked like he had some sort of cattle prod looking Taser in his hands. He poked it at me and tried to zap me with it, but I dodged and dropped him with one of the bullets from my gun. He went down and shrank quickly into a cloud of nanites. When it went away I quickly searched his large pants, finding a ring of keys and a photo badge that I hoped would get me access to anywhere I needed to get inside. ‘Down to six rounds,’ I told myself. ‘I hope I’m not going to regret spending one on him…’ Pushing in the doorway I found I had found the heart of their security system with displays of the hallways, labs, and other places in view. ‘How come he didn’t come for me first?’ I wondered. ‘He had to have alerted someone…’ I groaned. I hopped up to the terminal though and began accessing the system. I was happy to find it wasn’t even locked up by a password, ‘Amateurs…’ I then figured out why he’d missed me, a key press brought up a porn film he’d been watching on all of the monitors. I shook my head and laughed at how stupid he had been. ‘Okay, where am I…?’ I dug and said, “Damnit!” I really hadn’t left the university property!I wasn’t even that far from where I was abducted. We looked to be in the third of three sub-basements in the hospital of the university. Crazily enough it was in the same building that Fred worked. From what I could tell this project was the only thing currently housed in the lower levels. That was good and bad; I could treat everyone I saw as hostile, but it also meant help was nowhere a lot of floors above me! I quickly dug and located five more of those nannybots active nearby. I wasted no time turning them off, and encrypted their access to where it would take a team of talented programmers a week to get into them again without my new password. ‘I got lucky with that first one,’ I admitted to myself with a shudder. Next I started a search for the jammer that was blocking my phone. It wasn’t on the network though, even though it did list a location for the controls on the floor above me. I noted where it was before working on hacking further into the system. They foolishly had the network connected to the internet, so that I was easily able to get an external internet connection. I quickly sent a message to Amanda, Grandpa Joe, Megan, and the police in the hopes someone would get it to save me. This is Stacy Westerfield. I was kidnapped by Dr. Mark Nimitz and his wife. They’re involved in a huge operation that’s being run downstairs at the university hospital in the sub basements in the obstetrics building, they are also the ones who took Bella – she’s here too. I’m attaching the floor plans and as much information as I can find on their system. Please come help save us quickly! Stacy Just as I was going to try to get some more information out of the system I heard cries in the hallway, “My god! What the fucking hell happened here?” More screams and shrieks came and I decided that meant it was time to get on the move again. I quickly scrambled the system I was on before shouldering my backpack and going to the door. I opened it and ran, managing to make it to the other end of the hallway where a door was marked with an emergency stairway sign. Just as I was about to reach for the handle another guard and two nurses barged through it. I didn’t hesitate, taking aim at the guard first, then the two nurses with my pistol. All three of them quickly descended into their nanite clouds and I hopped past them to start climbing the stairwell. “Where the hell did she go? What’s happening to them?” I heard a couple cries and didn’t hang around to be discovered. I almost felt bad about making the male guards girls until I remembered what they were doing to everyone else. The nanites could only be programmed for one gender and I had decided girls made the most sense at the time. I carefully cleared the stairwell and was going to bypass the next level to just go upstairs until I remembered that the jammer was supposed to be on that floor. I decided helping whatever team came in was more important than getting to the ground floor just then. I was surprised that I was able to get down the hallway to the marked room without running into any one else, or having anyone see me and shout an alarm. It seemed likely though that everyone had responded to the trauma downstairs instead of sticking around on this floor. I cautiously ran down the hallway to the room that had been marked as the jammer location and grimaced when I saw ‘Mark Nimitz’ on a name placard. ‘His office…’ I swore. I reached up and pulled down on the handle though and found it to be locked. I saw an electronic keypad and hopped in the air and waived the guards’ card on it, and was relieved to hear a click. The unlocked door opened up to reveal a mad scientist lab that would have made Amanda proud. Electronics of all sorts were spread everywhere around the room – that part she would have loved. The next thing I noticed made me vomit agin though, as I saw shelves and shelves of large jars of… littles… They had preserved their bodies in fermaldehyde like one would an animal. Other jars held body parts and all I could do was I turn away and walk towards a device that matched the picture of what I had seen in their records of a jammer, and carefully switched it off. Just as I did so the door opened and Doctor Nimitz appeared... along with Tessa. “YOU!!!!!! What the hell are you?!?” He asked me. “You should have been drooling as a dumb baby by now!” I shrugged, “Just your average little girl from another dimension?” “Bullshit, you’re the devil incarnated! What did you do to my wife? Where is she???” “Didn’t you see her on the ground in the nursery?” I asked. “Whoever adopts her can say that they really did drop her on her head when she was little,” I giggled nervously, “She’s ready for you to take care of her like she wanted to take care of me. I’m sure there’s some Amazon lady who will be more than happy to have her nursing at her breasts. No reason for her new mommy to know the monster she has for a baby.” “You fucking little bitch,” He said as he came towards me but I pointed the gun at him. “I’ll be happy to have you join her,” I said. “Then why haven’t you shot?” “Maybe I’d like to see you go to court for your crimes?” He sneered at me then, “No officer will arrest me! You’re the one who just killed four people in cold blood!” I shrugged, “You kidnapped me from my legitimate mommy. I’m pretty sure they’ll give me a get out of jail free card if I can put Venture out of business. Just where do you fall in that business anyway?” He seethed, “I run the acquisition side of it…” I nodded, “Damn, I’m glad I didn’t choose to live with you!” He shrugged, “It’s a decent side business picking up littles dumb enough to want to come live here. You would have been my tenth in the last year… I found two others that came when you planned too though, so I didn’t really care that much.” “What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked rhetorically then. He responded by looking at Tessa, “Tessa, go collect the bad baby please.” “But Doctor Nimitz, Stacy isn’t…” “I gave you a command you stupid piece of junk!” Tessa sighed and came running towards me. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Okay - honesty time... this is part of chapter 44 as I originally wrote it. It just seemed a bit long to have the second part in one chapter as I edited it. So that means I have another section that I have divided into Chapter 45. As a bit of author cruelty to my readers I felt like leaving you with a nice cliff hanger! The magic formula is likes + comments = 25 and I'll post that part! When you meet that it goes up... otherwise you have to be good littles and wait until next weekend!

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Just read all of it and i loved every second of it. You have a real knack for this and i hope to be reading more when the next chapter comes out

Oh my God that's really good

It's Sunday so it's time for another chapter. It was too nice to stay inside and write this weekend, but I'm still 5 parts ahead. Just a quick refresher on the 3 characters in this chapter. Jim is our main character. His boss is Doug and his friend and coworker is Ted. Doug is that kind of guy we all know, he's outspoken, but rarely has anything good to say. He's obsessed with his image, but always looks like a goon, you get the idea. Ted is just that good work buddy. You spend tons of time together and he's easy to get along with, but if you didn't work together there's no way you'd ever be friends. Training Her Baby Part 19 The Spice Gurls Ted stopped to read a sign as they entered the room, “Hmm, the Spice Girls are performing tonight, you think they flew in from England,” Ted said as Jim, Doug and him entered into the hotel bar where they’d been hanging out at night. “Yeah, I imagine they flew in just to headline the 14th Annual Professional Marketers of America Conference,” Jim said. As they found a table and ordered beers Jim noticed something different about the crowd tonight as compared to last night. There were more people which could be expected at 8PM on a Friday night, but they just seemed to be more dressed up, there were more women, and then Jim noticed that the women seemed kind of tall. Jim walked back over to the entrance and read the sign closer, “Umm, guys, I think that there is going to be a drag show tonight,” he said. “A what?” Ted asked. “A drag show, you know drag queens, it’s the Spice Gurls, with u.” Jim explained. “Oh, dang, I thought these chicks looked a bit off,” Doug laughed. Jim started to put his jacket back on but Doug stopped him, “Where you going?” he asked. “Well we’re leaving, aren’t we?” Jim asked. “I’m not, and neither are you guys,” Doug said. “You seriously want to watch a bunch of fags sing and dance?” Jim said. “I’m more than secure enough in my manhood to watch fags sing and dance, Hell I love watching fags sing a dance, my favorite band is Queen,” Doug laughed. “Sit your ass down and enjoy some quality entertainment.” Doug and Ted had a massive laugh and then it was showtime, loud thumping music kicked in and people began to clap. The Spice Gurls burst onto the small stage, dressed as their respective character, but even more exaggerated. Sporty spice came out shadow boxing in a skimpy workout suit that barely covered her huge obviously fake breasts. Scary Spice came out with skin tight leopard skin catsuit and massive frilly hair. Ginger Spice danced out in her impossibly short Union Jack dress and ridiculously tall platform boots. Victoria Spice glided in a classy black dress, and finally Baby Spice came out. Jim’s jaw dropped, Baby Spice skipped onto stage with her blond pigtails bouncing up and down, she was wearing a short sissy dress that didn’t cover her pink rhumba panties, an ABDL pacifier was attached to the collar of her dress. “Oh my God, this is crazy,” Ted laughed. Jim immediately got hard but tried to keep a sort of detached look on his face, yet he couldn’t help but stare at Baby Spice. Doug slapped Jim’s back and laughed, “Man if you hadn’t told me these were dudes and not chicks I don’t think I would have noticed,” Doug said. “Yeah,” Jim replied. A group of around 20 fans moved to the front of the stage and began bouncing up and down with the music, mostly cross dressers Jim thought but he couldn’t really be sure. The Spice Gurls lip-synced the music, but their dance moves couldn’t be faked and they were really tight. Doug was right, if you weren’t already looking for it you would have never known they weren’t women. “Hey guys, enjoying the show,” a slick guy in a suit yelled as he stepped up to their table. “Oh yeah, highlight of the trip so far for me,” Ted laughed. “Cool, cool, I’m their manager and I just wanted to give you guys some passes to their show tomorrow night at Club Piranha, it’s a way better venue,” the manger said as he dropped the passes on the table. “Oh thanks, will there be hot studs there?” Doug asked in a slightly effeminate voice. “You know it, and hot chicks, and hot everything in between,” the guy said. “Allright guys, sweet!” Doug said. “Enjoy the show,” the manager said and moved on to another table. “Here you go Jim, since you can’t peel your eyes off them maybe you can round up a few boyfriends and go to Club Pirahna,” Doug said as he handed Jim the passes. Jim wadded up the passes and shoved them into his pocket, “Yeah, fuck you, can we leave now,” Jim said. “Yeah I think I’ve had enough,” Doug said. “Ahh man, they haven’t done, Wannabe yet,” Ted laughed. “It really disturbs me that you know the name of their songs,” Jim said. “Dude, it hit number one on the chart, you know, ziga zig zag.” Ted said as they left the bar. Out on the street the Vegas night life was just coming to life and Doug stopped to look around, “OK, lets get that faggery out of our system shall we.” He led the guys to a strip club where they had beers and watched live nudes dance around a pole. Jim did his best to act interested but he found he wasn’t the least bit turned on. He imagined himself dancing around the pole shaking his booty and tits and found things way more interesting. Saturday was mostly just for show in the convention hall, tying up loose ends and cleaning up booths. The show was suppose to end at 2 but almost everyone was gone by noon, Jim and his friends had bailed at 9:30 just showing up, checking in and taking down their signs. The guys rented a jeep and drove out to Hoover Dam, then drove an hour up to Valley of Fire State Park so Doug could get in a brisk hike. Jim couldn’t help but laugh at how Doug had brought a special hiking outfit and boots for their day of sightseeing. Jim had a hard time focusing on seeing the sights, he had looked up the location of a local retail store that catered to ABDL and had become fixated on visiting. The idea of getting a cute diaper to wear for Saturday night and a few others to take home and stash overpowered his imagination. The fact that he had a whole nursery full of adult diapers that he was locked out of didn’t seem to factor into his plans. As the guys entered back into town it was nearly 5 PM, “Hey guys, I need to get my wife a present and there is a couple shops I want to check out, you guys care if I drop you off back at the hotel and take the jeep back?” Jim asked. “Yeah that’s cool man, I don’t really want to watch you shop for panties for your wife.” Ted said. “Yeah man, it’s important you keep her happy right now, the last thing you want is an angry preggo,” Doug said. “Yeah, dude, hows all that going?” Ted asked. Jim felt himself start to sweat, the guys thought his wife was pregnant, back when Jim was playing baby every night and was missing golf with the guys he had made the excuse that he was remodeling. For whatever reason Doug decided that meant he was remodeling a nursery. It just been convenient to let him think that and he hadn’t corrected him. “How did you come to that conclusion anyway,” Jim asked Doug. “What, that your wife was pregnant? Well Darlene was out shopping and said she thought she saw you too walking out of Target with a shit ton of baby shit, but she didn’t get a chance to say hi,” Doug explained. Darlene was Doug’s wife, but he acted so much like a playboy that Jim often forgot he was married. “Oh, yeah, that was us,” Jim said. “Yeah it’s really early, so we don’t know.” Ted’s eyes glazed over and he said “Dude, nothing is going to be the same, when you’re a Daddy, it’s like God, so much work, so much poop, piss, and puke, but it’s so worth it.” “Yeah,” Jim replied. Jim dropped off the guys and made a beeline to the diaper store, when he walked in and saw the shelves filled with cute colorful ABDL diaper packages, plastic pants, onesies, cloth diapers of all kinds. It was like he was in some kind of alternate universe. “Excuse me sir, we’ll be closing in just a few minutes,” the lady behind the counter said. Jim grabbed a sample pack of the PeakABU and rushed to the counter. He was too embarrassed to really say anything and was glad when the cashier put his diapers in a solid black plastic bag, still he hid them in his backpack. Jim had been telling the guys the truth about needing a gift and ended up going to a mall. The idea of Pam being pregnant was stuck in Jim’s mind and he was beginning to think that when he freaked out a couple weeks ago he’d made a horrible mistake. In the jewelry department he saw a gold chain with the word Mommy connected in the middle and he instantly bought it. Jim dropped off the Jeep and was thankful that evening was approaching and it was starting to cool off. He checked his phone and found a text from Doug, “Hey bro, we’re heading to check out some other scenic sights, call me and we’ll hook up.” Jim did not really want to go through another night of strip clubs. He looked up and a sign caught his eye, it said, “Club Piranha.” “Well that’s an interesting coincidence,” Jim said aloud as he pulled the folded passes out of his pocket.

One last (hopefully) thought. People can say "I'm on vacation and want to relax and not worry about cleaning and all that stuff". They can also say, "They are housekeeping and it's a low paying menial job that they should be glad they have" Some might even think housekeeping people are in the country working illegally, and that might even be true. To me, none of that matters. Even if some people may not be the collage professionals that others are, they are still people. Even if all they might be able to find for employment is what some people think of as a low social position jobs (like a dishwasher in a restaurant), we still need to be glad they are there to clean our rooms and make up the beds. They should be treated with some kind of respect for just coming to work and doing their job. How would any of us feel if we came back to our room after a day out and found no beds made, all the trash we threw away still in the trash cans, the sink dirty and no toilet paper! I'm not saying before we leave our rooms for the day we need to make the beds, clean the sink and all that. I'm just saying if we were in our own homes we wouldn't throw our trash on the floor and leave our house a mess on purpose. Would we leave out our diapers and pacifiers on the living room coffee table or dining room table or floor for any people who may stop by to visit? Some might, but just because we are on vacation and paying hotel fees is not an excuse to purposely leave the place a mess or leave out diapers and baby stuff for staff to see for a personal thrill. They are people just trying to do their jobs and weather some people may think they are low end menial jobs or not, people still need to be treated with some respect.

This is a super short chapter but next chapter will be much longer. I look forward to everyone's feedback for the new update!? Chapter 21 Hayden was sprawled out on the floor, playing with her blocks as she suckled her pacifier. She waited, excited to go home finally after a long, nerve-racking weekend with Saul. It was, surprisingly, pleasant, without any spankings. Hayden was wondering what had gotten into Saul since he was so nice; it was odd, that was for sure. Hayden knew the extent of what she put in place while she was away from her Little Thieves- what she ended up changing the Little Rebels name to. She put some dangerous plans in place and, if they failed, everything may go south quickly considering her best Thieves would be compromised. She heard the doorbell ring, getting up as she waddled down the hallway, excited to see Carey and Chase. She felt bad that she hadn’t told them about the master plan to take Violet, Pisces, and Nigel from the Happy Baby Hospital but to be fair… they were working with the Hunters behind her back. It was only karma that Hayden would have to go behind their backs to protect her own. In her most recent meeting two weeks prior, the Little Thieves had begun their plans. “Are you bloody insane?” Samuel asked, his European accent thick in the air. “We all have to be as Thieves, right?” Hayden smiled at the wide eyes looking at her unblinkingly. Aradine spoke slowly, “So… you’re suggesting... to into a high security hospital to save Violet, and endangering up to five little’s lives in the process?” “First of all, it’s not endangering if we’re successful. Second off, I can’t go. Third, you can’t let Carey and Chase have any hint of what is happening. Fourth, they have low security, just a bunch of idiots running the place.” Samuel asked, “What does that mean?” Hayden frowned, “I’m almost positive their working with the Hunters.” Hayden had heard them a few days before talking to Saul over the phone about her recent assignment to take Allen Henders from his home. A week later, Chase told Hayden that Allen was being sent away for retraining. Hayden hadn’t thieved any littles in three weeks, in which she knew, for a fact, Carey and Chase were lying to her face. Hayden knew her time was coming soon, so she decided to make some big moves, to save Violet before she wouldn’t have the chance again. No little Rebel had ever thieved from the Happy Baby Hospital before and she wanted to be the first to devise a plan to successfully do it. Hayden waddled down the hallway as Saul opened the door. Hayden’s stopped breathing as she halted in her light pink onesie and diaper in the middle of the hallway. Her heart rate sky-rocketed as she bit down on her pacifier, eyes meeting Grandmother Anne Marie’s all-knowing blue ones.

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Chapter 41: I WOKE THE next morning and had breakfast made by Granny before they took off for church while still in my pajamas. Megan changed a soaked diaper after Granny and Grandpa left for church, then helped me get dressed in one of the more mature outfits that I had. The skirt was covered in a floral pattern and I wore a cute short-sleeved top, with just a simple bit of lace on the collar. It concealed my diaper and looked okay with the white socks and my new mary jane shoes that I had been given yesterday. “What do you want to do now? Kill time on your computer?” Megan asked me once I was dressed. “Sure,” I said, “Can I just hang out on the window seat in your room again?” She nodded, “Sure, especially since it seems like LPS is out of everyones hair for now.” “I hope Claire was being truthful with everything yesterday…” I said in response, “I felt like we can trust her, but what about her bosses?” Megan nodded, “With Larry we’ll be okay.” She helped me gather my backpack of electronics and got me situated on the bench seat. I laid down on my stomach after plugging in my computer and had my legs kicking in the air aimlessly as I began looking through the nanite file for something else that I’d thought of that morning. “You know I can see that cute little diapee?” She asked me. I blushed and pulled my skirt back down, “Still not used to these,” I told her honestly. “I can’t imagine you ever as a boy,” she told me with a smile. “Definitely going to have to train you to be a lady though!” I smiled at her and then looked down at the screen to get busy. Last week at the one orientation session, when every little had been in a diaper, I had gone in my diaper without knowing I was going. It was the first time I could say that happened when I wasn’t on Amanda’s milk, and I remembered thinking at the time it was probably a hypnosis thing. In this world that threat terrified me, and I wondered if the nanites might have made me more susceptible to that abuse. I started a simple search for hypno within the code and felt my blood turn cold as I saw more than three hundred results! ‘Shit,’ I said internally and began browsing my way through the results. It seemed like they all came from the same function that specifically allowed for a little to be fully susceptible to hypnosis. The frightening thing was that it was turned on by default and we had missed it completely! I decided it wasn’t worth waiting for approval from Amanda on this change, and began going through and creating a patch to upload to my nanites. I went further than just disabling it though, I used the code as a foundation to theoretically make it to where I would be immune from such attacks like the Amazons. I checked everything several times before I sent the patch to my nanites and felt a physical jolt like shocked myself with electricity. It hurt! “You okay?” Megan asked with concern having been watching me right then. I nodded, “I just got a chill for some reason…” She looked at me skeptically before looking at her watch, “Mom and Dad should be back soon and they’ll have Cassie and Chloe with them. Do you need to use the potty before they get here?” “I left mine at home, didn’t I?” I thought actually thinking about the fact that I did need to go number two just then. “I can hold you on top of the regular one?” I shakily stood and shook my head, “It’s probably easier for me just to go in my diaper…” She looked at me, “You sure?” My answer was just to let go into the diaper. I pushed for a long moment before standing up feeling out of breath, “yes.” “Ewww,” she complained as she carried me to the nursery and laid me down on the changing table, “You can definitely tell that you eat regular food…” “Sorry,” I told her. “I told you I would hold you…” I blushed, “I’m a little scared of falling in to be honest.” She tickled my side then, “Like I would let that happen!” I was wiped clean and stood back up just as we heard the downstairs garage door open and heard Granny announce, “We’re home!” “Come on, let’s go have lunch and pretend to play nice with my evil sisters for a while…” she said to me. I looked at her, “So I guess you enjoy these days about as much as I’m going to?” She nodded, “I’m their liberal and short baby sister… They like putting digs in on me of course, but then I also have to watch what they do with their kids. It’s depressing…” I nodded as she carried me downstairs. We’d left my electronics safely in her room while her sisters were there to be safe. Soon we joined her mom as she pulled out a casserole she’d placed in the oven before she’d left. “Lunch will be ready here in a bit. Megan can you help me out over here with the salad?” I was placed on the ground and all but forgotten for a few minutes. Soon though the front door opened and Cassie came in carrying Neville, while her husband carried Klara and Kristina right behind her. “Mom we’re here,” Cassie called out as she came in and I looked at the giants and their large preschool daughter who towered over me. “Baby Stacy!” Kristina cried as she saw me and ran towards me. I was more than a little frightened as she hugged me. “Hi Kristina,” I told her while still gaping at the size of the toddler. Before I could say anything more she pulled my skirt up to show the world my diaper, “Good girl, all dwy!” she said to me. “Not like Klara, her diapees poopie!!!” I looked up at Klara and noticed she was red and upset as Cassie came in. “I’m going to take Klara upstairs to change her poopie diapee. I guess she’s decided to just be a baby and not be interested in potty training,” she said glaring at me. “Some kids take longer,” Granny said as she came and hugged everyone and kissed Klara. She demonstrated the same greeting to Neville who I knew had to be starved for true affection. “Why don’t we change Neville while we’re at it,” her husband suggested. “He’s rather ripe too…” “I guess,” she said. “I think he could probably go longer since he likes being poopy.” I looked at his dejected face, and gave him a sad sympathetic look as they carried him upstairs and left us downstairs. “Granny, can we watch cartoons?” Kristina asked. “Sure sweetie, take Stacy with you,” she suggested. She turned the TV straight onto a TV show that I knew for certain wasn’t safe!!! Naomi and Oliver were all over little’s clothing! “This is Neville’s favorite, do you like it?” she asked as I tried not to look at the screen. “Not really,” I managed to say nonchalantly while hoping if I did see it my changes would help. Thinking quickly I asked her, “What’s your favorite? Maybe it’s on?” She used the remote and said, “This one, Princess Silvy!” She said as she turned to a cartoon that reminded me a bit of Sofia the First from our dimension. She grabbed my arm and insisted that I sit on her large lap. I’d been sitting there for a few minutes when Cassie came down and said, “Megan, you’ll probably need to change Stacy soon, she’s watching Princess Silvy with Kristina!” “What?!?!” I heard a shocked set of voices call out. Grandma and Megan ran out quickly and Megan grabbed me to take me out of the room while Cassie laughed and said, “What’s the big deal? She’s just a little baby anyway? Mandy has her in diapers like a proper baby should be?” Then she paused, “I mean she certainly seemed happy that I can’t get Klara to use the potty like a big girl?” Megan put her hand to my diaper and seemed surprised to find it dry, “That was one of those hypnotic shows wasn’t it?” I asked as she carried me upstairs. I heard Granny and Cassie arguing a bit as she did so. “Yes it is, you were watching it long enough you should have gone… I shouldn’t have been able to pull you away either without you crying,” she said more than a little surprised. I smiled at her, “I think I may be immune now…” She looked at me suspiciously, “How?” “Umm…” “You’ve been editing more again, haven’t you?” She asked me quietly. “Mandy said you shouldn’t…” “It was that or be more susceptible to those shows…” I told her. “We’ll need to talk with you and Amanda later,” she said with a frown. “Are you sure it was safe?” I shrugged, “I think so. I already had one run-in with someone using hypnotic tricks at one of our little events this week. The fact that I didn’t wet or mess my diaper right now probably means that it was successful?” She squeezed me in a hug, “Dad has the table setup outside, why don’t you go out there with me?” I nodded and hugged her back as best I was able to. We came down seeing the fireworks had gone to a simmer and Granny came over to me, “Are you okay?” “I think so… I’ll tell you later,” I added. “Have you talked to Mommy today?” “A couple hours ago… She said that Bella is a lot more alert today, they’re supposed to move her to a regular room this afternoon, and hopefully be able to send her home tomorrow.” “So soon?” I asked in surprise, “She was basically in a coma?” “Our medical technology,” she reminded me. “Now stay with Megan, do not leave her side!” I nodded and clung to Megan as she went hugged me tightly on her hip. Grandpa Joe had what looked like gigantic chicken breasts cooking on the grill, along with some sausages. “Need any help Daddy?” Megan asked. “Not right now. Why don’t you just sit back and relax? Tomorrow you both start classes again and you won’t have much time for rest!” He reminded us. We smiled at him and Megan sat down with me, turning me in her lap to face her. She played with letting me fall backwards out of her lap and I squealed. She did that a few times before holding me in a hug, “If my sister gets tired of you I don’t know that I want you as a baby, but you are cute!” She told me. I smiled at her, “Definitely better than the other possibilities,” I told her. “I…” she started to say as Chloe came out with Kendra and Katie one either side of her, and Derrick followed carrying Kacey. They were actually dressed this time in onesies so something covered them, but it looked like they had leaked diaper wise around the edges. The bottoms of their onesies were darker, and Kacey’s looked like diarrhea had caused some permanent stains. I felt myself almost want to throw up at that. She brought them over to us and said, “Auntie Megan, can you watch these three for a moment while I go grab some of their toys?” “Sure, I’d be happy to,” Megan said cordially. I watched as a blanket was laid down on the grass and she put all three onto their stomachs. “Be back in a moment babies,” she told them. I gave Megan a look and she hugged me tight. “Hi girls,” Megan said nicely. The look they gave her was not a warm one. “Gaba Goo Gim!” Kacey said fairly angrily. I sighed, “I’m sorry,” I said just loud enough for them to hear. There was definitely a jealous look from Katie that I wasn’t screwed up as bad. Of course at least she could crawl... Kacey looked forlornly like a worm that couldn’t do anything from her stationary spot on the blanket. You could almost see her arms and legs spasm in an attempt to sit herself up. Thankfully we didn’t have to sit there with them alone long before Chloe returned bringing a couple of toys for them to play with, including a bar that went over the top of Kacey that she could attempt to bat at some hanging toys. You could tell that she just desperately wanted to do anything. I couldn’t see any hope left in her face, and it was so sad it made me want to cry. I chose instead to talk to Megan, “What’s your first class tomorrow?” “I have a philosophy class at eleven, then a history class after lunch,” she said. “Then I have another couple classes tomorrow too.” She shifted me a little as obviously my body weight was getting a bit heavy. My skirt moved and flashed the girls my clean diaper, just as Cassie came out carrying Neville to deposit next to the other three littles. Kristina came out holding Klara’s hand. She was now wearing only a shirt and her diaper. She was all smiles though and didn’t seem to have a care in the world following her big sis outside. Granny followed and played a small game of chase with both of them as she came out. I watched as a couple trips inside were made by Granny, Grandpa, and Cassie to get the other dishes for the table. Cassie looked at Megan, “Why aren’t you helping?” “I am, I was told to watch Stacy here,” she told her. “You know she’d be fine with the other girls on the blanket if she couldn’t walk. Mandy is just being stupid…” “Enough about my Mommy,” I told her. “If there’s anyone who needs to be told how to treat a little it’s you. The inhumane treatment of making an adult only crawl should be illegal,” I hissed. Megan grabbed me in a hug, “Umm… Sis, I happen to agree with Stacy here. Add to the fact that her parents are with her sister in the hospital right now, maybe keep your stupid opinions to yourself?” Before a war between sisters could fully erupt Grandpa Joe put his hand on Cassie’s shoulder, “Enough sweetheart.” “But Dad…” “Enough,” he said simply. The food was soon on the table and it was like deja vu from the first Sunday I’d been there for Sunday dinner. Megan helped me with a plate that she placed a small piece of the chicken she had gotten. A piece of her sausage, and some of the green bean casserole that I wrinkled my nose up a little on, also joined the plate. It was all really tasty! While I watched that though I watched as Cassie fed Neville another concoction of baby food – this one at least seemed slightly more edible just being a beef stew. Her biological daughters both fed themselves without incident, although she made sure to tie a bib on ‘baby Klara.’ She seemed to be treating her as obnoxiously like a baby as she could. ‘I guess she’s hoping to embarrass her out of babyhood?’ I shook my head, ‘I doubt that ends well…’ Chloe had Kendra and Kacey hanging off her exposed boobs while her husband held a bottle for Katie. ‘At least she’s feeding all of them…’ I thought. ‘I wonder if Grandpa and Granny said something too them…’ There were a few stifled conversations, but not much wsa going on when the back door opened and Amanda came through. She looked well past the ragged edge of fatigue and exhaustion, but came straight to me. “Stacy!” She said as she pulled me into her arms and hugged me. Tears streamed down her face and I saw Fred was right behind her. Something went tight in my gut since they were both there. “Is Bella…?” She sobbed, and sobbed then, with her body just convulsing with tears. Fred joined us in a hug and I just knew that the worst had happened, Bella… “Bella’s been kidnapped…” Fred said quietly to Grandpa. “Why didn’t you call me?!?” Grandpa Joe asked instantly. “There’s nothing anyone can do. They managed to slip some sort of sleeping agent into the room and when we both came to Bella was gone. The police are reviewing the hospitals video footage, but the cameras show the kidnappers getting away with Bella.” Fred informed everyone, “We would use her Little Protect watch to track her, but there was a doctor that insisted we remove it for them to have access to put in IVs as needed… Her other tracker isn’t showing up either.” “My god, who would do such a thing?!?” Chloe erupted. “What can we do?” Cassie asked. “Pray…” Amanda said. The family actually stopped and did that right then, but it didn’t sit right with me. I wanted to get in there and on my computer and start tracking down the kidnappers. Amanda was a hysterical mess and it took Granny a good hour to get her talked into taking a nap in her old childhood bedroom. Soon Cassie and Chloe took off with their families, leaving just Amanda’s parents, Amanda, Fred, Megan and myself at home. While Amanda slept I had gotten my computer and began hacking the hospital and every other place I could find a trail. Grandpa had come in at some point and just watched silently behind me as I worked. I found the video of the kidnappers taking off with her. They had rolled a canister of something that left some smoke fumes on the outside. They wore some sort of odd masks and went in after a short time. It only took a few minutes apparently to knock Amanda and Fred out, and they were carrying Bella out barely ten minutes after their arrival into the hospital. I took still images of the kidnappers and put them in a file as I followed their progress on the security cameras. They had used a back entrance to come into the hospital and left via the same. The camera view sucked, but I was able to figure out the make and model of the car and began finding some other cameras in businesses along the two routes they could have left by. I struck gold on the second with a good view of the license plate, “Hold on a second Stacy, let me write that down before you leave that screen. Good work by the way,” he said with a pat on my head. I heard him call his detective friend as I resumed tracking the car. This dimension was further ahead on plate tracking so a quick hack into another file handed me a list of places the plate passed by. The trail stopped in another area of town not far from the airport and I felt my stomach drop. “Grandpa Joe, I think they headed for the airport!” “Why do you think that?” he asked. I walked him through it just as Amanda had woken up and came inside the room. She was teary eyed and seemed to be all but broken as she came in and asked, “Where did you say?” “The airport maybe?” I suggested as Joe called and directed the police that direction. I drew up dead ends on flight manifests then and everything else before she touched her hand on my shoulder, “You’ve done all you can for now Stacy,” she said. I shook my head, “There’s got to be more of a trail…” “Time to let my dad and the police handle the next steps. They’re already going to be questioning him on how he found out so much…” I sighed but knew she was probably right. Just before I closed the computer though I saw here bra had spots coming through and knew she had to have been leaking badly. I took a look at the patch file I had compiled already and just clicked ‘Install’ without asking her. I felt a small jolt as the patch hit again, but I didn’t space out. Instead I let her pick me up into her arms and then pulled at her shirt. “Stacy you can’t…” “Mommy you need it, and… I won’t be affected by it anymore…” “What did you do…?” She asked me a little angry, “I told you to let me check over…” “You need this, and I just installed it. You can check it later, the nanites are active and still really programmable so I know I can alter it more later if I need to. For now… please? For both of us?” She sighed, but pulled her shirt down revealing the nursing bra and a nipple dripping with a droplet of milk. My mouth instantly watered from the sight. I didn’t hesitate on latching on and nursed until she burped me and changed sides. After I was done I was groggy, but noticeably still clean, and no wetter than I had been before. “Well it looks like you still have control for now…” she said as she patted my back. “Yeah, but I definitely need to go…” I said and let a stream of urine into my diaper and a little bit of poop. She bounced me and held me for a while before taking me to the nursery to change my diaper. I stayed in her arms afterwards though as we sat in the living room to wait for any news that might come about Bella. We waited for a couple hours before a detective came to the house, “Please come in,” Joe told him. “Thanks Joe,” he said as he came in and we all sat down in the living room. “Do you have anything new? Have you found her?” Amanda asked. He shook his head, “We followed the leads that led to the vehicle they took Bella in, but it was abandoned near the airport. As far as we can tell she didn’t get on a plane with anyone, and all of our officers are keeping an eye on other travel points. Roadblocks are set on the outgoing roads, but so far we haven’t been able to get much more than a name on one of the kidnappers. Joseph Di’santi is a member of the Trelini gang. We have a bulletin out for him as well.” “So what now?” Fred asked angrily. The detective shrugged, “If there’s going to be a legal adoption of Bella, she’ll have to have her chip scanned. Right now one of our experts thinks they must have her in some sort of faraday cage, because we can’t get a lock on her tracker there. We’ve got scanners up and running looking for if she passes by any of our many scanners… but at this point we’re just waiting for them to screw up.” “You’ve got to find her,” Amanda cried as she was holding me. “We’ll do our best, I promise,” the detective said. “Well I need to get back to the station, I’ll contact you each day even if I don’t have anything new.” As he walked away to the door, led by Joe, Fred embraced us both in a hug that Megan and their mom joined in on. “Is it safe for Stacy to go to classes tomorrow?” Megan asked. “No, it’s not…” Amanda practically cried. “It’s not safe anywhere,” I told her. “I need to go. You can take me to each class if you want, but hiding isn’t going to help Bella.” She sniffled and we spent the next couple hours barely eating a dinner of takeout, and then discussing the problems for longer while we waited endlessly for any news on Bella. “Let me see what you uploaded to yourself…” she said. “Both of them…” I ended up showing her the code and going over everything I had done with my nanites. “I don’t see anything that should be a problem from this, but please be careful. I know you understand all of this probably as well as anyone, but the possibility of unintended consequences is something you need to be careful of.” I nodded, “I’m sorry Mommy… I just wanted to nurse again, and I thought it would make you feel better too…” “I’m actually thinking more about the hypnosis settings… Which I can’t believe we missed.” I nodded, “I know… I think the settings must have worked, at least earlier I didn’t have the reaction everyone thought I should have.” “Next weekend I may test you on that, but for now keep avoiding anything that could have that. Our house will hopefully be back to normal tomorrow with even more security. For now though do you have anything you’re missing that you need tomorrow?” “Let me check my backpack?” I asked as I wriggled off her lap and walked to my backpack. Inside I still had six pampers, wipes, powder, pencils, pens, my stylus, my tablet, and my computer would barely join it all. I still had a spare uniform with my new shoes. “I think I have everything,” I told her. “Then why don’t we go ahead and get you undressed and make an early night of it?” She asked. I looked at my watch and saw it was only eight, “I haven’t slept much the last couple nights,” she added. I hugged her and said, “Okay.” “Do you need a bath tonight?” I hesitated, “Take one with me?” I could see the hurt in her eyes, but she gave me a thin smile, “okay.” The bathtub off the hallway upstairs was soon filled with bubbles and the two of us were settled in the bath with her washing me gently. I looked up every now and then to tears in her eyes, but she did seem to be doing a bit better just by being able to baby me some more. When I was clean and my hair was washed she cuddled me to her chest and just hugged me silently. “I love you,” she told me, “I’m so scared something will happen to you too.” “Not going to lie, I’m scared of it too,” I told her, “I’m also scared something will happen to you.” She held me to her body for a while before saying, “Let’s get dried off before we shrivel up. I’ll blow dry your hair and we’ll get to bed.” We were both wrapped in towels a moment later and she had me sitting on the edge of the counter as she used a loud blow dryer to go through my hair. I was making faces and plugging my ears as she used it and she smirked weakly at my wimpiness there. When my hair was dry she carried me to the nursery where she diapered me, put me into my blanket sleeper, and then carried me to the bedroom that had been hers as a kid. Amanda and Fred were sharing the smaller bed in there for the night until we moved back to our house tomorrow. Amanda dressed in a set of silk pajamas and then carried me back to the nursery. Megan came by then, “I love you both,” she told us and gave us a combined hug. “Love you too sis,” Amanda said, “Thank you for watching out for Stacy…” “Of course, she’s family!” she told her. She gave me a peck on the top of my head and left the room. Amanda pulled her shirt out of the way and said, “Well, since you’re hacking like crazy then I guess there’s no reason not to nurse anymore,” she exposed her breast and I began nursing and fell asleep. THE NEXT MORNING should have represented a day to be nervous, excited, and otherwise proud to be moving onto college classes, but it was impossible to do so while being worried about Bella. I caught a bit of the news on TV before Grandpa Joe turned it off. It looked like Bella’s kidnapping was leading the news. From what I could tell there was outrage that anyone would steal an adopted little like this. I just hoped the worst hadn’t happened to Bella… sadly in this dimension it wasn’t hard to imagine too many dark scenarios with her though. I had barely gotten to know her, but I hated to think that the girl I had just begun to know could be dead… or worse. Breakfast was an egg, a piece of toast, and a cup of coffee. Granny’s eyebrows rose a little at the coffee, but she hadn’t said anything. I’d eaten quietly from my highchair and sat through the silence around the table. Fred was taking the day with Grandpa Joe to triple check the house’s new security systems. Amanda mentioned a few ideas she had too, but otherwise was pretty well not engaging in the world a lot. They both went with me to Emerson and walked me to my first class about fifteen minutes beforehand. Amanda hugged and kissed me, “Good luck Stacy, I’ll be back to pick you up at the end of this class to walk you to your next. I love you,” she said. “Love you too Mommy,” I told her. With that I walked into the classroom for my first Calculus III class. Looking around the room every seat was built into tiers with long tables covering each of them and desk chairs behind them. None of them were little sized, so I pulled out my collapsible booster and sat down on one of the chairs in the first row. Other students were coming in and I saw a mousey looking man working to organize some papers with a tall Amazonian girl and a slightly shorter boy. I guessed they were the professors TAs and just pulled out my tablet to be ready to take notes. Right then another large girl sat down in the seat next to me, “Don’t you just wook so cute sitting there pwetending to be a big girl!” I looked over at her and sighed, “And don’t you sound like the biggest idiot on the planet. I’m a student that will probably do better in this class than you.” “Sounds like someone must have a poopy pamper,” she hissed. “Really? You have a poopy pamper on? You should really change that before class you know. I thought something smelled bad when you sat down…” A laugh came from next to me as a boy sat down on the other side of me, “She’s witty, I like her,” the tall boy said. “I don’t, it sounds like someone needs a spanking…” the girl said. “Yes it does miss…?” The professor suddenly stood by our table. “Uh… Gregson,” she said. “Well Miss Gregson, I happen to know you’re antagonizing a young lady who probably doesn’t need to be dealing with your idiocy today. If you continue I’ll speak with Dean Sanders and see if we can’t have you considered to be a little so we can follow through with the spanking you need. I guarantee you’re going to struggle in this class given you just barely scraped a C last year in Calc two.” He nodded towards me, “She could have skipped this class altogether but made a mature decision to make sure she understood everything well.” I looked at him and said, “Thank you Doctor Lieberman, I hope to live up to your expectations,” I said politely. I gave the girl next to me a glare but then looked forward. “If there are no other concerns?” He asked her. “Well then,” he said seeing that it was time to start class. “I’m Professor Lieberman and this is Calculus three. Hopefully by this time you know where you are, but if you’re in the wrong place now is the time to leave,” he said that with a smirk. “Okay then, my TAs this semester are…” he introduced his teaching assistants who handed out paper syllabuses. He mentioned he was a bit old fashioned with that paper copy. “There are three exams for this course, quite frankly I don’t care if you come to the classes where I explain the subject or not… Those are all that matter. I don’t get paid for your pass or failure, if you need help I advise you to meet with me or my TAs as you need to.” ‘Ouch…’ I thought and I could hear some rustling behind me from some students who seemed more than a bit nervous. “Now that we have that out of the way, let’s get started…” I was used to high school still where the first class was a get to know you, these are the rules, and time to move to the next class… In this case he began right into teaching multi-variable calculus and my brain got a workout with the Base 60 math right away in the morning. The good thing was that it distracted me from everything else going on. Midway through the class I had to pee and just let it loose into my diaper without any further thought. The class was actually over quickly! I stood up when class was dismissed to instantly see the Amazonian girl next to me looking down at me. “Well little girl, do you still have dry panties?” “I don’t wear panties, and no, my diaper is definitely wet, but my mommy will change me. See you Wednesday,” I said as I grabbed my bag and walked to the hallway where I found Amanda waiting. The girl gaped at me as Amanda grabbed my hand and led me through the busy hallway and out of the building. We had to pass the student union to get to the Jennings building where my next class was, “Need a change?” Amanda asked me. I nodded and thought for a second, “I need to poop too…” “When we get to the bathroom go ahead and go and I’ll change you,” she told me. I sighed, even the few bathrooms with little potties would still be too much for my small body. I walked alongside her into the Union and just before the bathroom door let the battle go and paused for a moment to crouch and fill my diaper completely. She waited patiently and walked with me inside as I noticed an Amazonian girl watching me with a hopeful smile on her face until she saw Amanda. Then she frowned and kept moving. I hated the icky feeling of the sticky poop on my butt and feeling like it was sliding down onto my legs. It was a less composed poop, so I could feel it smear everywhere. I made my own frown as Amanda held the door open for me. Inside the bathroom Amanda picked me up and laid me on a changing table after she put a pad from her purse down. “How did your first class go?” She asked sliding my skirt up. “Good,” I told her, “I like the professor, he stuck up for me when the girl next to me was giving me a hard time.” Amanda ripped the tapes loose and made a little bit of a wiggle with her nose, “You stinkie!” she said. The smile on her face though said she was just happy to take care of me. “Sorry,” I told her. “We’ll have to remember to have you go at home tomorrow morning,” she said, “I should have had that brought over for yesterday…” I nodded as she wiped my butt firmly pulling away a brown gooey mess. She was in the middle of another wipe when a little rushed into the bathroom and looked at me with terror in her eyes. I noticed she had panties on, but they were leaving a drippy trail of pee and poop. Amanda noticed too and gave her a sad look. “Stay right there and I’ll change you next,” she told her. “Hold your skirt up so maybe you don’t have to lose that.” The poor girl started bawling and I felt bad for her. Amanda was obviously a faculty member from the badge on her blouse, and this would mean a demerit and a trip to Dean Sanders office most likely. She finished wiping me quickly, rediapered me, and set me on the ground, “Wait there a moment Stacy,” she ordered. “Come here little one,” she told the girl. “Let’s pull down those poopy panties, there’s no reason to save them,” she told her as she reached down to the girl. She sniffled but let Amanda pull them down and discard them into the trash can adjacent to the table. I watched as she used a couple wipes on her standing up and then picked her up, “Lay there and be good for a moment,” she told her and suspended her butt in the air with her ankles in one hand as she kept wiping her. She was much too big for one of my diapers, but Bella’s fit her and she had her diapered a moment later as a girl came rushing in, “Which little girl dripped all the way down the hallway?” She asked. “I don’t know, that trail was there when we came in,” Amanda told her. “Both of these little girls needed changed, but they were in diapers that held everything in.” “Damn…” the girl said and left after checking the stalls. “Are… are…” the little stammered. “Am I going to tell on you?” Amanda asked. The girl streamed tears from her eyes, but nodded. “No, but if you want my advice you won’t leave your dorm room in panties again. Make sure you don’t poop in a class and the worst that will happen is a diaper change. You should have about five demerits right now and a paddling.” The girl nodded, “Thank you miss,” she said. “I’m Meg, I really appreciate it.” “I have a little sister named Megan, so I can remember that. This little girl here is my adopted daughter Stacy.” “Nice to meet you,” the girl said as she was trying wipe her face with her hands. A bit of makeup was smearing and Amanda offered her a baby wipe, “Wipe your face really good, we’ll walk you out of here and you should be fine. What class are you going to?” “English…” she said nervously. “So am I!” I told her. “Over in the Jennings building?” She nodded. “Why don’t you walk with us,” I said. Amanda walked beside us to leave the bathroom a moment later as I watched another two large Amazonian girls follow the trail of poop and urine in with the hopes of capturing a little to turn them in, or claim for their own. Meg was hesitant to talk to me at first, but by the time we made it to the next building I discovered she had the same class that I did. Amanda dropped us off at the classroom, which was a moderately large lecture hall that seated about eighty students. I made a move to the front and she looked at me like I was nuts, “If you sit up front they can throw things at you…” she hissed. I shrugged, “If I sit at the front the professor may or may not be a defender. I’d rather be up front… Plus we don’t have any chairs to see over here.” “I guess,” she said as she sat in the too large seat and tried to use a sweatshirt to make herself a little more comfortable in the large seat. She was about a foot and a half taller than me. She watched in a little bit of confusion as I pulled my booster seat out of my bag and put it on the chair. “That looks a bit more comfortable,” she admitted. I was sitting almost at her level then at least. “Gotta do what I can…” “Aren’t you worried about being too much like a baby?” She asked as she squirmed in the diaper. “My dad always told me to never let anyone put me in a diaper…” “Is he still free?” I asked gently. She shook her head, “Last week just before I came here he was taken on the street…” “Your only real chance of staying free is wearing them I think…” “But what about you?” She paused, “I mean maybe your mom can help keep you from being kidnapped, but…?” I laughed, “I’m an adopted little is what she meant.” “Wait… you’re the one who’s adopted and still going to classes?” She asked just as I heard a “Hey Stacy!” from my side. I saw Laura and said, “Hi Laura,” to her. “Hey, why didn’t I hear from you this weekend?” She asked. I sighed, “My sister was poisoned by a fake LPS agent on Friday, and then they tried to get me that night… She fought for her life that night and was finally improving Saturday night, only to be kidnapped on Sunday…” “Wait, that girl was your sister?” they both asked simultaneously. I nodded, “Yes, my parents had taken her in to save her from some crazy stewardess on a flight to Selegnasol… I’d only had about a week to get to know her, but I already considered her to be a friend… I’m really worried for her.” Both girls nodded and looked sad too, but there was clearly nothing they could do at that point. “Aren’t you worried they’re coming for you too? Didn’t the news say your house was broken into too?” Laura asked. “I didn’t know they’d said that much…” I told Laura, “Yeah I am. They’ve tried for me a couple times already, so unless the police get them first they’ll probably try again.” “That sucks…” Meg said, “Your mom was really kind, I hate to see that happen to you all.” We talked for about ten more minutes as we had all arrived early to class and I learned that Anaya and Kristina were responsible for the two empty beds in our nest. Kristina had given herself over to the adoption program, while Anaya got busted for pooping her pants and then fought the nest mother that had caught her trying to sneak back into the dorm. Anaya had ended up being sent to the university’s daycare and had been seen last grinning without her teeth, being carried with only a diaper on to their playground. Every little had stayed as far away though as they could, lest they be roped in with her… The professor for the class had her own TAs to help out. Professor Benning was quite young really, having only received her PhD that past spring. She stated that the objectives of her class were to enable us to communicate and document our work in a clear and professional manner. Technical writing wasn’t to just be about essays, but real research type projects and reviews of journals. As we stood up to leave the class a couple Amazon girls came over and said, “How are your diapees holding up?” I sighed, “Mine’s wet, but my mommy is waiting outside.” “Her mommy promised to change us both,” Laura told her. “Wait, Mommy? Why would your mom be here?” The girl asked in confusion. “She’s a professor,” I told her. Sure enough as soon as we walked out of the classroom Amanda was waiting there and lifted my skirt to pronounce, “Well I have a wet little girl, huh?” “Can my friends come with us to lunch?” I asked. “Sure, they need a change too?” “Yes ma’am,” Laura said. “I didn’t bother with training panties today,” she told her honestly. “Well, let’s go by the Union and I’ll change you all and get you a meal at the food court there?” She suggested. The girls blushed but nodded as the aggressive girls stared at Amanda with looks of jealousy and anger. I reached up for Amanda’s hand and held it while Laura and Meg walked beside me. Laura was more comfortable being around Amanda by this point, but Meg was looking nervous that she was going to be forcibly adopted at any moment. Amanda changed both of them first before getting to me and leaving my naked rear in the air for my change. I tried to pretend that no one else was there to see Amanda change me… The three of us were all blushing as we washed our hands and then went outside to the food court. “What’s your next class?” Laura asked me. “Machine learning,” I answered. “Who teaches that?” Meg asked curiously. I tilted my head towards Amanda, “Professor Westerfield,” I said. It seemed like they had a pretty quiet weekend for the most part in the dorms, and it turned out that Laura had gone to the church that Amanda’s parents went to. I learned that Meg was an electrical engineering major, so I would probably inevitably have some other classes with her. As it was the three of us had our chemistry class together later in the afternoon. We didn’t have a long time to eat, especially with Amanda wanting to get to her classroom early, but we spent some time listening to stories from their weekend. They both had a break for a couple hours and were planning on going back to the dorm for a bit. Before we split up I traded cell phone numbers with them so we could get together again. Amanda also gave her number to them too for if they needed something from an ‘adult.’ At Kilby we ran into her office for just a quick moment to grab some papers before heading down to the sixth floor. Floor to ceiling glass doors and windows looked into a smaller classroom with a single horseshoe shaped table that opened to a white board and a projector screen. She motioned for me to sit down while she finished getting ready. With nothing else to occupy myself I watched the other students in the course come into the room. Being a more advanced computer science class the course was restricted both by pre-reqs and in numbers. Only nine other students besides myself would be joining us in the room, and all would be upperclassmen. A tall dark haired girl was the first to come through and said, “Hi Doctor Westerfield,” to Amanda as she came in. “Hi Danielle,” Amanda said with a smile. She looked at me and thought for a second, “You brought Stacy to your class to babysit today?” She asked. Amanda laughed, “No, she’s in this class for credit, just like you Danielle.” “Didn’t she just check-in as a freshman last week?” “Yes I did,” I answered myself. “Then how can you take this class? You have to have five semesters of pre-reqs?” “I tested out of them,” I told her with a smile. Danielle chewed on that, I didn’t think she was a totally condescending Amazon when I met her before, and I hoped I was right with this. “Seriously?” She stared at Amanda who nodded. “You must be like ridiculously smart…” she said to me. “Sorry if I came off as a bitch.” I laughed, “Don’t worry about it,” I said. Amanda went back to loading something on her computer and I pulled my own out to sit in front of me as other students came in. “What kind of computer is that?” A boy asked next to me, “I’m Eric by the way.” I looked up at the slightly shorter Amazon who was probably only nine-feet tall, with blonde hair, and a pizza face of pimples everywhere. Everything about him screamed ‘nerd,’ which meant I’d probably be able to make a friend if he could overlook my height. “Well it’s from the other dimension where I’m from…” I told him and went into the specs. “My computer has a lot more power, but it’s so tiny… that’s incredible that you have as much in that little machine as you do!” I smiled, “It’s me sized.” Danielle giggled at that, “More like doll sized… You are so tiny!” I shrugged, “Not going to deny that.” I talked with the two of them a little bit the next few minutes and then Amanda began the class. “Good afternoon and welcome back to Emerson! I hope you all had a good summer!” She looked at the class. “I think most of you have been in classes together, but why don’t you all introduce yourselves. This class will involve a lot of collaboration and I want to make sure that you get to know each other today.” She started with an Amazon boy at the far side of the room. As the others continued down the line I figured out that Danielle and I were actually the only two girls in the class. ‘Weird still knowing that I fit on that side of the fence now…’ I thought to myself. As I introduced myself there was a mixture of curiosity on the boys faces and something else… It was a little creepy actually as I was pretty sure they weren’t just thinking of being daddies for some reason. I noticed the same looks were only given briefly to Danielle before they looked down at their desks as she stared back at them. “Okay then, now that we’ve got that out of the way let’s talk about what we’re studying this semester.” She paused, “Tessa, come join us,” she said with a smile. To my surprise Tessa appeared. I was excited because she was probably the most advance piece of research I’d seen so far. “Hi Doctor Westerfield, Hi Stacy,” she said seeing me. “What is she?” Danielle asked. “How does she know Stacy?” “I’m an artificial entity projected via hologram into here,” Tessa told her. “I think I’m supposed to be an object lesson for you all today? Am I right Doctor Westerfield?” She almost smiled, “You’re right, Tessa here is the most advanced artificial intelligence on the planet. She started off templated off of some nanny bot programming, but we brought her to a new level of intelligence by helping aid her in learning on her own. AI like her is the ultimate goal of this class, but way beyond what most of you will be able to effectively work on until you are in grad school.” She looked back at Tessa, “Thanks for visiting Tessa, I know we’ll have you back soon.” “I look forward to it… and I hope you get your little girl back soon too. Please let me know if I can help.” Amanda turned white and I debated standing up as Tessa faded from existence. “What did she mean by that?” Danielle asked. “My sister was kidnapped yesterday,” I told her. “That was your daughter?” Danielle asked, “I’m so sorry, what are you both doing here?” “Nothing more we can do right now,” Amanda said sadly. “Let’s get back to the topic at hand. This course…” Amanda’s class was most certainly going to be the most demanding of all of my classes. I think even if she wasn’t my mommy I could plan on her being tough on me. As class ended I let loose a stream of urine into my diaper, knowing my best chance for a change was right then. A few students asked Amanda some questions, but most fled the room quickly. Danielle hung around for a second, “I’m sorry to hear about your daughter,” she told Amanda. “Is there anything you need?” She asked. “If you see Stacy around please keep an eye on her? That’s about it…” “Sure!” she said. “You want me to change her and get her to her next class?” Amanda shook her head, “Thanks for the offer, but I’ve got that taken care of right now,” she said with a smile. “See you around then,” she told us both. After Amanda had her bag and supplies together she reached down and picked me up to set me on her other side. My wet pamper was visible to several passing bigs and littles as we loaded the elevator to her office. “Hi Kim,” she said as we passed. “Hi Mandy,” she said, not having more time to talk because Amanda kept us moving. As we entered her office I looked at my watch and saw I had about forty minutes before my next class. “Let’s get this diaper changed, get you a bottle of juice, and then to your Chem class. I’ll need to come back and get some work done probably.” “You heard anything from the police or anyone?” She shook her head, “No news at least…” she said sadly. I hugged her as she lay out a changing pad on an edge of her desk and scooped me up to lay me down on it. She handed me a bottle of juice and just before I put it in my mouth I asked, “I wonder if Tessa would be able to help at all?” “That’s an interesting idea,” she admitted as she pushed my skirt out of the way. She ripped the two tapes off and wiped me, “I might try later.” “Did you sweep this room?” I asked around the bottle. She nodded, “anything hidden won’t make it out of here anyway, but I swept when we walked in.” “Did you happen to scan her for that chip she told us about?” She gave me a look as she taped my new diaper on, “Yes… and I copied it before I purged it of any information. If that’s why they kidnapped her they’re going to be really disappointed…” she said. I was sat upright and she wiped her hands with a wipey. “I’m still working on getting through it all. The part that I can get through is bothering me though because it looks familiar.” “Familiar?” I asked. “I’m not sure why, but it looks very similar to some ongoing projects I’ve consulted on around here. I’m going to have to spend some more time looking t it before I can be certain of where though…” “Can I get a look at it?” She gave me a narrow look, “When we get home,” she looked at her watch, “for now it’s time for you to go to chemistry!” I groaned but nodded. I drained another third of the bottle, but didn’t want to take it outside of her office to finish it. I handed it to her and she placed it inside a diaper bag she had sat next to her desk. She walked beside me to Kendrick Hall for my chemistry class. I saw Laura and Meg sitting at the front and sat on the other side of Laura so she was in the middle. “How was your class?” Laura asked. “It’s got to be a bit odd having your mommy as a professor?” “I’m dead certain that’s going to be my toughest class… we have some collaborative projects we’re going to have to do that maybe tough to work out. I’m also one of only two girls, and of course the only little in the class,” I told her. She laughed, “Actually you may have an easier time with the guys. They tend not to have the desire to baby us quite as bad at their age.” “No, they looked more like dating me was on the plate…” “Eew…” Meg said with a snort. “A big?” “It happens, right?” “Yeah, it does,” Laura admitted. “I know there were at least a couple freshman girls with Amazon parents and one had a little mom.” The room filled and got noisier and noisier until the professor stood up at the front and said, “Good afternoon!” There was a half-hearted response, to which Professor Casio said again, “Good afternoon!” “Good afternoon,” there came a light-hearted response that was a bit better. “Oh you all can do better than that!” He said, and did it again, at last getting the response he wanted. I knew this was one of my largest classes so I suspected he was going to be a bit more of a commanding person there. He really wasn’t very tall though… Maybe a bit shorter than Megan actually, but he seemed like a friendly sort of guy. His shorter status meant he was a bit less intimidating to me, but probably had to deal with Amazons scoffing at him. His class though? It was awesome! He kept up a great level of energy all the way through, explaining fundamentals of stoichiometry better than I’d ever had it taught to me back home. About midway through the class he called out, “Robert Stanson, what is the molecular weight of one mole of Cesium?” I turned and could just see a student who looked to have just been asleep looking amazed at the professor that he already knew his name. “Umm....” he said. “Ms. Westerfield? Can you help him out?” He said suddenly looking at me after letting him stew for a few moments. I felt my diaper grow warm with nerves but answered, “132.9054 grams?” “Correct!” he said, “Ms. Westerfield has a good chance of doing well in this course, Mr. Stanson you may have issues…” he said. The whole class chuckled at his expense but I could feel a glare to the back of my head. I sighed, but I wouldn’t hide my intelligence from anyone! He went on and began doing other formulas and dealing with atomic masses, along with using the ideal gas law. He assigned about forty pages of reading before Wednesday, and then sent us on our way at the end of the class time. As I hopped off the chair and began storing my portable booster he walked over to me. “I just wanted to say I’m glad you seem to be as sharp as I’ve heard Ms. Westerfield.” “Thank you sir,” I told him. “I really enjoyed your class today.” “I hope that continues. Laura, Meg, please let us know if you have questions,” he told them. We walked out the back of the lecture hall and I asked, “How does he know all of our names?” One of the TAs was at the back collecting some information cards we’d filled out. “Doctor Casio memorizes every students name before you get to campus. He uses the pictures you send in initially to the university, but then gets an update with student IDs during orientation. He shuffles through them on his computer and tablet.” “That’s kind of cool,” Laura said. “Yeah,” Meg said. Amanda was standing in the lobby and I said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, have a good night!” “Night,” they said to me. I walked up to Amanda and said, “Hi,” to her. “You ready to go home?” I nodded and held my arms up to her. She obliged by picking me up and putting me on her side for the walk to her car. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I hope you’re all still enjoying this tale, even though I took a hard left turn! I’ll be working to write more this weekend, and am really hoping to get a major chunk of the rest written. At this point I have the end game sketched out, it’s just a matter of writing it! Thanks for everyone who has been leaving comments/likes. Please do let me know what you think! Comments help spur me on! Thanks for reading!

Sorry about the wait for this chapter! Here's Chapter 39! Chapter 39: I SAT THERE in the highchair for a moment as I heard Fred’s footsteps pound down the hallway to our nursery. I looked at the harness I was strapped in with and pressed on the buckle release with all of my might. It took several minutes of trying many different ways before I managed to miraculously get the buckle to come loose. ‘Thank God I’m in a baby’s high chair and not a littles…’ I thought to myself as I climbed down. I hurried to the nursery and found that the baby gate was open and forgotten. Fred held a limp Bella in his arms and was moving towards the changing table. “Amanda call 9-1-1!!! Tell the operator she has a very weak pulse and is non-responsive.” Amanda stood there for a second looking lost and confused, “What’s happening to her…?” My phone was sitting right on my desk so I grabbed it and dialed the number myself. “9-1-1, what’s your emergency…?” The operator asked. I looked up to see if Amanda looked like she could talk to the operator, but seeing her in a state of shock, so I took the initiative, “My little sister is not responding. My daddy is a doctor and he said she has a very weak pulse and we need an ambulance to take her to the hospital…” The lady impressed me by not questioning my squeaky high voice, “What’s your address?” I had to think a few moments before responding with the address that I’d needed for some paperwork, “9387 Oak Lane.” “Okay, the ambulance is on its way sweetheart, just stay on the phone with me until they get there. Does your daddy know what’s wrong with her?” I looked up at Fred who was still watching her carefully. “The operator wants to know if you know what might be wrong with her?” Amanda finally snapped out of her stupor then and asked, “Fred… what can I do…” “Go get my emergency bag from the car,” he told her. “I have a crash kit in there. I hope we don’t need it, but she’s breathing shallower.” She hurried out of the room and he told me, “I think she may have been poisoned. I don’t know what form it was. She was acting strange earlier, right?” I thought back and nodded before I relayed that to the operator, “We think she might have been poisoned…” “Poisoned? Intentionally?” The lady asked in shock. “Never mind that, can you give me as much information as you can on your sister?” I told her Bella’s age, height, and weight then. I decided I didn’t know enough about what happened earlier to know if it was the LPS ‘agents’ or not. It seemed likely to me, but I didn’t mention it to them on the phone since I would just be guessing. Amanda came back upstairs quickly with Fred’s emergency bag and handed it to him. I watched as he hurriedly opened it up to find whatever he needed inside. He attached some leads to a small square box, and then attached that to her bare chest. I guessed it must have been some sort of small AED, or heart monitor, as it began beeping irregularly. He grabbed a bag valve mask and placed it on her face, before he began gently squeezing it to help her breathe. From what I could tell she didn’t seem to be improving and Fred’s face looked increasingly concerned as every moment passed. After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only five minutes at the most, the doorbell rang and Amanda ran downstairs to get the door. Paramedics followed her upstairs and assisted Fred in getting her on a small stretcher board. “I think she’s going into some sort of toxic shock. Do you have epinephrine?” I heard him ask as they carried her quickly downstairs to the ambulance. As they carried her I found Grandpa’s number on my phone and dialed it as the paramedics had arrived. “Grandpa?” I asked as he answered. “Stacy? What’s wrong?” “Bella… something’s wrong with her! Daddy thinks she might have been poisoned. They’re leaving with her to the hospital…” “We’ll be at your house in a minute!” He said and hung up. I followed the group downstairs and stood by Amanda as we watched helplessly as they loaded Bella into the ambulance. Fred climbed into the ambulance and they were off a moment later. From what I could tell Amanda just couldn’t register much of anything in her shock. I walked over to her and hugged her legs tightly. Her only response was to reach down, pick me up, and hugged me tightly while she cried her eyes out. GRANDPA JOE AND Granny had to have broken every speed limit, and ran traffic lights, to get there as quickly as they did in their two vehicles. Both pulled into the driveway at the same time. Joe appeared to have come all of the way from the studio since he was still in his gi. “Oh baby what happened?” Granny asked as she enveloped Amanda in a tight hug. She just sobbed for several minutes, “Stacy… Stacy… and I were talking and… she asked if Bella was really okay…” She tried to get her sniffling under control but was failing miserably. “She had a gut feeling something was wrong… I went to check on Bella and she wouldn’t wake up… I kept shaking her shoulder and then found her pulse was weak…” She lost it then and Granny hugged her and consoled her. Grandpa Joe squatted down next to me, “What do you think happened?” I shrugged, “I don’t know… Bella seemed fine for a while… but then seemed kind of sick or tired. She could have just been traumatized from whatever that lady did to examine her… but she didn’t want to wake up for dinner… then she didn’t wake up even later… Something about it just seemed wrong when I stopped and thought about it…” “I’m so scared Mom…” Amanda sobbed on Granny’s shoulder. I walked over and hugged Amanda’s legs and found myself picked up and joined in the crying session. “Theresa, why don’t you take Amanda to the hospital. I’ll stay here with Stacy as they probably wouldn’t allow her into the NICU anyway…” Amanda looked down at me and I could see she was scared and concerned for the girl that had only been calling her ‘mommy’ for a week. ‘I guess the maternal bonding of an Amazon doesn’t take too long to form…’ “I’ll be fine Mommy, go check on Bella. Grandpa and I’ll be fine here,” I tried to maintain a fake smile as I could for her sake. “Come on Mandy,” Granny told her. I was given a squeeze and then handed to Grandpa who watched them leave before bolting the door and carrying me to the couch to sit down. “So really, what do you think happened?” He asked me. I shrugged, “That lady had Bella upstairs on her own before we came home earlier. From what little Bella said, it sounded like she was pretty invasive with her inspection for abuse and a diaper change - inappropriately so. She could have easily put something inside of her then or just used a cream on her before putting the diaper over it?” His eyes narrowed, “That’s probably a good guess… did she have a diaper change after that?” I shrugged, “I don’t keep track, but I think so?” I thought for a moment, “Yeah, she did…” I wrinkled my nose, “Just before dinner it was a poopy one that she was upset about since it was the first one that she didn’t know she had gone…” “Come on, let’s go upstairs and see if we can find the diaper she had on… it would be a good idea to have it checked out.” “We’re digging through the diaper pail?” I wrinkled my nose and groaned as he hoisted me in the air and carried me to the nursery. Fred’s medical bag’s contents were still strewn about the room. He walked over to our diaper pail and opened it up. Amanda used a type of pail that made little pockets in a long plastic wrapper, sealing each diaper in it’s own smell resistant wrapper section as it was dropped inside. He pulled the tube of used diapers loose from the entry spot and began looking at them. “That should be the one, right? She’s a lot larger than you in diaper sizes…” He held it to where I could see the poop stains on the larger sized diaper, I grimaced at the smell that began to escape from the pail, “That’s hers alright…” “I’ll be right back…” he said before he walked out. I heard his footsteps go down the hallway and he came back with gloves, a Ziploc bag, and a pair of scissors. I watched as he put the gloves on, cut the section of wrapped diaper out, and then placed it into the Ziploc. I wrinkled my nose as a bit of poop smeared against the clear ziploc. “I think it would be a good idea to get this to a friend of mine at the police department. They have a good lab and he should be able to test it quickly. Maybe if they can identify the agent they’ll be able to treat Bella better…” Just as he pulled off the gloves his cell phone rang, “Fred, what’s the word? Mandy and her mom left about ten minutes ago…” I held my breath wondering what Fred would say… “Not good then? They can’t identify the poison?” He paused, “Well I have a clue in my hands… it’s the diaper that lady changed her into. I’m going to run it to a friend on the police force. I think they might be able to maybe identify any foreign substance in their lab…?” “Well… yeah I could take her there too while I’m at it… She’d be safe? Or maybe Megan can come pick her up?” I couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation and it was making me go a little bit nuts. ‘I need to boost the gain on my hearing or something…’ I thought while looking around my room. I just happened to glance up at the video baby monitor then and smacked myself mentally for not thinking about it before. I left Grandpa’s side and ran back down the hallway to Amanda’s lab, where my computer still sat on the tray of my highchair. I hesitated for a second as it wasn’t the safest thing in the world, but I climbed up carefully into the seat that was a bit above my head, gathered the computer, and then began an awkward climb down. With my computer in hand I ran back down the hall to our nursery where Grandpa was still talking on the phone. “Stay there with her, hopefully the treatment they’re giving her is the right one. You might have Amanda checked for anything too since she came in contact with her when she changed her diaper later? Stacy and I’ll go down to the police station to drop this off and then I’ll drop her off with Megan in her dorm.” “See you soon, love you,” Grandpa said and got off of his phone finally just as I opened up my computer. “How is Bella doing?” I asked “Bella’s heart stopped a couple times on the ride to the hospital… She’s got an erratic heart rate right now, but at least it’s beating. The doctors are treating her the best they can for an unknown poison, but it’s going to be touch and go…” He said before noticing I had my computer at my desk and turned it on. “What are you up to?” I pointed to the two cameras that Amanda had to monitor the nursery, “I think those record…” “Oh…” he said. “You can get into that? Doesn’t Mandy have it passworded?” I gave him a grim smile and then got to work. I quickly hacked my way back into that system and found that the system did indeed record a day’s footage. If I hadn’t thought of it though by tomorrow at this time it would have been gone… I quickly scrolled through the footage until I found Bella being carried into the nursery by the lady. I played it back and watched the lady take Bella’s clothes off. As she did so she said ‘let’s change that wet diapee while we’re checking you out!’ I noticed that after she put the strap over Bella’s chest she reached into her own purse for a pair of gloves and then a bottle of lotion of some sort. We watched as the video clearly showed her spread it all over her diaper area, chest, and legs like baby lotion before she put that bottle back in her purse and put the used gloves inside a Ziploc in her purse too. There would have been no point to her using her own though, because you could clearly see that there was a large bottle of baby lotion on the changing table… “That’s pretty damning,” Grandpa said while looking over my shoulder. “Yeah…” “Download that, and put it in a few safe places?” He suggested. “Done already,” I told him. “It’s on my computer, Amanda’s computer, and Fred’s computer. I also uploaded it to an online storage account I have and it’s on this memory stick,” I handed him. “You are a nerd baby…” he said with a smirk. “Let’s run now and see if we can identify this poison…” I grabbed my backpack, put my computer and power cord in it, grabbed my phone, and added my tablet to in there too. I stopped, “Grandpa, did I hear you say that you’re supposed to drop me off with Megan?” “Yes, your Grandma and Fred think it would be a good idea…” “Then I guess I better change into a uniform and grab some pajamas and extra diapers while I’m at it…” He nodded, “You have your own diaper bag too, right?” I pointed downstairs, “I think it’s where you set it down when we came home earlier still.” I grabbed a few extra Pampers from the shelf that I could reach and put them in my backpack to be safe. Then I walked to the closet and pointed to one of my uniform sets, “Can you grab two of those to be safe?” I told him and then pointed to the footed pajamas I wanted next, “And that?” He smiled, “You need a change first while you’re getting changed?” I assessed how the diaper felt in my brain and nodded. He picked me up and sat me down on the changing table before quickly changing my wet diaper like a pro. As he started to pull my outfit off to change me into my uniform I asked, “Actually…Umm… would it be better just to make me seem like a normal baby to your friend?” “Normal baby?” “Put a hat on me and I look like an innocent three month old infant… he might not display as much prejudice?” He looked at me thoughtfully, “Might not be a bad idea actually…” He grabbed the clothes he was going to put on me and folded the outfit neatly and handed it to me, “You have room in your backpack for that?” I nodded and pulled the bloomer panties back on and stuffed the clothes as neatly as I could into the backpack. I kept my student ID on my neck, dangling it underneath my dress and walked over to the closet where Amanda had started a hat collection. I found a bonnet that matched my dress and carefully used it to cover all of my hair while he ran downstairs to find the diaper bag. “You know there is something to be said for you being able to blend in like that… perfect spy…” he muttered. I smiled, “I try!” He put another spare uniform, a cute sunsuit dress, and a pair of my footed pajamas into the diaper bag. I made sure that several more diapers, enough for a couple days just in case – I didn’t want to rely on the dorms for diapers! Joe then picked me up and placed me on his hip while I carried my backpack myself on my back. Meanwhile he held the diaper bag and the evidence in his other hand. He made a quick stop in the kitchen to grab a couple of clean baby bottles that he stuffed in the bag along with several sealed bottles of water, and a handful of small bottles of apple juice. “Be careful what you drink around the university,” he reminded me. I nodded, “I know…” He moved about then setting the house alarm, locking up, and placing me into his car that featured a new rear facing infant carrier car seat now. “When did you get a new seat for me?” “Your Grandma dropped it off earlier… she wasn’t too happy with you being in a seat too big for yourself,” he said. “It’ll actually work really well though for your idea. I’ll just carry you in it and rock you back and forth. No way he’ll think you’re anything but the baby you appear to be.” I nodded as he closed my door and walked to the drivers’ side. He started the car and I stared at my outfit and hands as he drove for a long while. I was missing the mirror that Amanda had put in the car for me to at least see what was in front of us. I was also missing Bella as someone to talk to at least... Just like every time I was in a hurry back home, it seemed like you hit every red light that existed! I sat and thought about Bella and hoped that she’d be okay. Medical technology seemed to be far ahead of our own back home, so hopefully they had something – maybe even the nanites, that could help. I couldn’t help but think that ‘I came close to being the victim too…’ I wondered what the point of killing Bella even would be after everything… ‘I guess they could mutilate her body and get the chip they’re after…’ I kicked myself for not trying to hack it already myself. At the police station Grandpa Joe separated the car seat from its base and carried me out of the car. “Grandpa, why don’t you give my pacifier?” I suggested. He set me down on the ground for a second while he dug through the diaper bag and found one to hand me. I plopped it into my mouth and smiled, “Fanks!” He smiled back at me and closed the car door before putting the handle of the car seat under his arm and grabbed the evidence from what happened to Bella. I couldn’t see a lot from my vantage point, but the female officer at the desk smiled at me and cooed, “Oh my gosh, she’s such a cutie pie!” “Right now she is, wait until she gets hungry or poops that diaper!” Grandpa joked. “I’m amazed how quickly she can go from being cute to a monster!” “Oh hush Joe, she’ll grow up with a complex!” He laughed, “Maybe… Given the fact my daughter is her mother that may be inevitable,” he chuckled some more, “I’m here to see Bo in the lab?” “Yes sir, if you’ll just sign-in here,” she said as she handed him a clipboard that he quickly signed before she handed him a visitors badge. “Your little cutie doesn’t need a badge yet!” she told him. He laughed, “Thanks, he’s still in the same place, right?” “Same cages for the lab rats,” she said with a joke back. He swung me again from his arm and began moving down the hallway to wherever his destination was. He had to be buzzed in through two security doors before he finally sat me down on a table and began talking to this ‘Bo’ person. “Hi Joe,” he said extending a hand. Swinging from his arm I actually had a good view of their conversation, seeing that he was quite a bit shorter than Joe - definitely scrawnier than average for an Amazon. I guessed that he was probably only eight and a half feet tall, so Joe easily towered over him. “Hey Bo, thanks for letting me come in.” “Yeah, no problem Joe, you said it’s an emergency?” “Some asshat bitch of a lady poisoned my daughters new little girl she adopted. I think it happened when she took her off to examine her as a fake LPS visit. We have it on video that she rubbed some sort of cream on her, but don’t know what the agent she used was. This was the diaper she was changed into by the lady.” I watched the guy wrinkle his nose a bit, “That’s a different piece of evidence… some might say it’s really shitty evidence…” Joe gave a small grimacing smile, “The puns never stop with you…” He shook his head and shrugged, “I aim to please. Believe it or not it’s definitely not the most disgusting thing I’ve had to analyze. What exactly do you want me to look for?” “She rubbed the cream over her diaper area and her chest. I think that’s the substance we need to identify there will probably be more than slight traces inside the diaper on the lining. The lady used gloves when she put the diaper on, so there won’t be fingerprints left to analyze. My granddaughter has been in and out of consciousness and they’re barely keeping her going. If we can figure out the agent she may have a chance…” “And if she doesn’t make it?” “Then I want to know what she did before I put her down for good,” he said angrily. “What were the symptoms?” “She was kind of cranky, seemed to have some loose stool – that would be in the diaper you’re holding, and then she became really sleepy. She wouldn’t wake up for dinner and when my daughter went to check on her discovered her barely breathing and non-responsive.” “Shit… Well there’s a couple of things that could cause that off the top of my head… I’ll get right on it, maybe it’s a common substance at least with some sort of known treatment. My equipment can probably have an answer in an hour either way?” “That’s about as much as I can hope for… I’m going to take my other grandbaby here to my youngest daughter to babysit for the night. We didn’t think it would be good for her to wait in the hospital…” “No it wouldn’t… If you drop her off then come back… I’ll probably be about done analyzing it?” “Great,” Joe said and shook his hand, “Thanks Bo, I owe you!” Bo shook his head, “No, I definitely owe you about fifty times this for saving my skin. This isn’t even close to enough to even the table. Erin would never have been able to raise our kids alone…” “I’ll be back in a bit,” Joe said giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder before he picked me back up and carried me out to the car. Once I was secured he went into his door and I asked, “What did you do for him?” “A few years back there was a crime scene he was on site investigating that was really just a trap by a bunch of cop hating morons. Five heavily armed guys attacked the investigating techs and officers with automatic rifles. They had Bo pinned him down and the rest of his crew was either wounded or dead... I just happened to be nearby having dinner and managed to take down four of them before an injured office managed to get a round off into the head of the fifth. All were wearing heavy body armor… Seven officers died that day. Bo was injured, but I managed to do enough care at the scene that they were able to patch him up in the hospital and send him home to his family.” “That’s amazing,” I said, “I had a feeling you were a bonafide hero the second I met you. You remind me a lot of my own grandfather…” I felt a bit sad at missing him back home. “I’d be honored to meet him some day,” he said to me with a voice that left no doubt that he was smiling. The car ride to the university took as long as it took to get to the station. By the time we were there I was both thirsty and had a wet diaper that was getting clammy. He called Megan as he pulled into the parking lot, “Megan? We’re down here in Lot 42, if you’ll come collect your niece?” He hopped out of the car and waited for Megan with me. “Let’s change your diaper and get you back into your school clothes…” I nodded as he undid the harness straps and then moved me to the back seat on the other side of the car to strip me naked. I was more than slightly embarrassed to be in the midst of a diaper change as Megan came up, “Hi Daddy!” she said and hugged him. “Hi Stacy…” she said as he laid me down on the diaper and taped me in. “Hi Megan,” I said. “Did you bring pajamas?” She asked me. I nodded, “They’re in the diaper bag?” I paused, “I thought it might be better to be in my uniform though?” She shook her head, “Pajamas makes you look like an innocent little girl right now… Your uniform would mean people think you’re out after curfew?” I grimaced at that knowing that would certainly come with spankings and demerits. My stupid brain recalled that being worth seven… “Should you carry me in the carrier then too?” I asked. She looked thoughtfully for a second, “Let me think for a second while we get you dressed. Daddy do you mind if I take over? No offense, but you’re a little out of practice…” He laughed, “You girls and your dolls…” She tickled my bare stomach and began quickly zipping me into the pink footed-sleeper. “Naw, we’ll leave your carrier here. I’ll just carry you and have your diaper bag on my other shoulder. Daddy can you hand me her backpack?” He did so as she held me comfortably on her side. “Any more word on Bella?” She asked nervously. “Not yet,” he told her, “I have a lab analyzing some evidence… I’m going to go back there and hopefully have an answer in a half-hour or so. I’ll call you as soon as we know something more about Bella…” She gave me a comforting squeeze then, “Okay, I’ll take care of the princess here. I’ll probably need to keep her at their house after tonight though. They’ll get picky on her not being in a littles dorm otherwise…” “Yeah… I guess I could just take you there now?” “No, you worry about figuring out what happened to Bella. We’ll be fine for a night if I have her in bed pretty quickly when we get inside. No one can say she’s not being taken care of, and I really am just babysitting my niece.” He nodded before hugging us both, kissing her on the head, “I love you Megan, see you soon.” “Love you too Daddy,” she said with a smile. “See you later,” I said. She waved my arm bye as we watched him pull out and she began the trek to her dorm room. “Pretend to be sleepy for me, okay?” I nodded, “It’s not that hard right now…” She gave me a comforting squeeze then and waived her ID at the scanner to enter into her dorm. There were a lot of ‘awes’ and ‘she’s adorable’ comments as I was carried upstairs. Just outside of her room she ran into Raileigh, “Hi Megan,” she said before taking a double take, “why do you have Stacy?” Megan sighed, “Her little sister was attacked this afternoon and is in the hospital. I’m babysitting while her parents and my parents are sorting out everything.” “Oh my gosh, is your sister going to be okay?” She looked at me. I shrugged, “Her heart apparently stopped a couple of times and they’re doing all they can… It doesn’t look good right now,” I admitted with a few tears leaking out of my eyes. “Aww you poor thing,” she said sympathetically “Yeah… anyway, we’re going to turn in for the night. We’ll see you later,” Megan told her. She closed the door and sat me down on the bed, “I thought we were going to have a clean entrance until we saw her…” “Will we get any trouble for me being in here?” I asked. She shrugged, “It’s an emergency, you’re an adopted little in the capable hands of a babysitter. You don’t live in the dorms, so it’s not like it makes sense to send you there. And, clearly according to the law you’re not able to legally stay on your own.” I nodded, “Umm… do you mind if I get on my computer for a little bit here?” “Why?” she asked, “I thought you were sleepy?” I smirked, “I’m tired, but I’m actually probably okay to stay up for while longer. I wanted to get the image of the lady who did this to Bella and search it against their employees and anyone else?” She nodded, “Go ahead, but we’re turning the lights off and laying down in the bed just in case anyone comes by to check on us!” “Okay!” I told her. “You want a drink before bed?” She asked as she handed me my computer from my bag. “There should be a bottle in the bag?” I asked. She looked and saw a full juice bottle in addition to the empty bottles, “You really want a baby bottle? You’re not at my sisters house?” I smiled, “I’ll tell you a secret…” I blushed, “I don’t think they’re that bad. I actually kind of like nursing from them…” “You’re a weirdo, you know that?” “Takes one to know one?” I suggested. “Why you,” she said with a smirk and launched into a quick tickle attack before saying, “I actually need to go to the bathroom before bed… you’re coming with me because I can’t leave you alone in here.” I nodded and held my arms out. She balanced me on her hip and carried a carrier of stuff with her in her other hand to the bathroom. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and then used the toilet with me sitting there in the stall with her. When we emerged an older student was standing by the mirror. She seemed to be waiting for us. “Megan, I heard you have a little university student here? You know you can’t adopt from the university littles?” Megan laughed, “I haven’t, this is my niece. Her baby sister is in the hospital in the ICU… My sister, who’s her mom, had nowhere else for her to stay tonight. Our dad asked me to just babysit her here for the night with everything going on. We’re going to make a blanket fort and a bed on the ground so she can’t accidentally fall out of bed. Kind of a slumber party?” “She’s a student though? Shouldn’t she be in Wennig?” “Terra she doesn’t live in the dorm. She’s adopted.” “Then how is she a university student? Every little university student has to live in Wennig…” ‘Clearly this girl isn’t too bright…’ I thought to myself. “I can be a student because my Mommy enrolled me here because I’m smart.” She scoffed at that, “No little is smart.” “Well I kind of am,” I told her. “Now I know this is unusual, but I’m just here for tonight. I’m in a diaper, so there’s no worry of me leaking anywhere and making a mess. Aunty Megan is my babysitter, is there really a big problem?” She looked at me skeptically, “I guess not… it is a special circumstance, but you do need to be in bed like now. Little’s were supposed to be in bed an hour ago…” “I couldn’t just leave her unwatched in my room by herself,” Megan reminded her. The girl rolled her eyes for some reason and we were able to make a quick exit from the bathroom to her room. “Work quickly,” she told me after she pulled her mattress down and began making a blanket fort like she’d talked about. I didn’t waste anytime loading the computer and running digging into the LPS systems. I ran her picture against a database of IDs and failed to match her. I thought back and remembered her name was supposedly Diana Ellis and typed that into the system. Her name came up as an employee, but she was most definitely not the lady we had seen that afternoon. “Shit…” I said softly. “Stacy!” Megan admonished me quietly. “Sorry… but the lady earlier was a fraud!” She looked at the information I showed her and added her own, “Shit…” “Auntie Megan, I have delicate ears here…” she responded with sticking her tongue out and dialing her phone. “Dad?” She said quietly, “It’s Megan… Stacy just figured out the lady from this afternoon was a fraud…” I listened as she outlined what I had said and kept searching the ladies image. It finally matched up with a company ID for Venture B & E. I showed her that, “Dad Stacy just gave me some more information that the lady works for that company they had problems with in Selegnasol…” I could hear over the phone him say, “Shit… hold on one sec…” “Is he at the lab?” I asked her. She nodded, “Yeah I’m still here…” she listened for a second, “Yes sir, we’ll keep the door locked until you or Megan come tomorrow. Love you Daddy, tell Mandy that I love her too please,” and then hung up. “They find something?” I asked her. “He says they identified a poison and he’s calling Fred at the hospital to see if the information helps with treatment.” “Did he say what it was?” “Iocainoxitate?” she paused, “I think that’s what I heard the tech tell Dad?” I quickly typed the name into a search browser and felt my heart drop, ‘Iocainoxitate is used in industrial settings to aid in the production of beryllium isopheres. The compound is considered highly hazardous and full protective gear must be worn to insure no exposure to skin or lungs occurs. Exposure to quantities as low as 10 mcg are known to be fatal to adults.’ “This doesn’t look good,” I said feeling tears go down my face. She looked over my shoulder and then hugged me, “There’s still hope,” she told me. I nodded, but didn’t agree verbally because what little I could see didn’t lend a lot of hope. I decided it was time to call it a night and had closed the computer and laid down under the blanket ceiling of the fort she made when there was a light knock. I gave a look at Megan and put my head down to pretend to sleep. I heard her lightly step to the door and opened it, “Yes?” she said to the person. “I was told you have a little student from the university in here?” “I have my niece here. She is a student, but she’s been adopted by my sister and enrolled here. I’m babysitting her right now while her parents and my parents are at the hospital. Her little sister is in very bad shape there.” “You know they have their own dorm…” “But she doesn’t live there.” She sighed, “Look, I’ll watch her at my parents home or her house tomorrow night if need be, but this was a very urgent emergency. Her sister’s heart stopped several times and she may not make it through the night…” “Oh my…” the voice said. “Yeah… so can you please just let her stay here tonight? She’s already asleep?” “This one time only… Any other time you have to watch her you need to babysit at her house, or she needs to get a bed in Wenig since she’s a student.” “Thanks Carmen, I appreciate you doing this,” she said sweetly. “Now I don’t want to wake her up, so good night,” she told the girl. I think we both feared the girl, who I suspected was the Resident Hall Director, would stand outside and wait to see if we began talking. Megan locked the door and changed into her own pajamas before laying down on the mattress next to me and giving me a big hug. “Let’s not risk her coming back…” she whispered in my ear and I nodded. I found her arms to be quite comfortable around me, and with the sound of her heart beating drumming in my ears, I was lulled to sleep fairly quickly. AS I WENT to sleep I feared the phone ringing telling us Bella had died. Instead neither Megan, nor I, woke up until close to ten in the morning when there was a knock on the door. Megan was apparently as much of a morning person as I was because it took a few minutes of knocking before she sat me up and crawled her way out of the blanket fort to the door. I followed her needing to pee badly. I let it out nearly completely involuntarily as she opened the door revealing Dean Sanders’ face. “Good morning Dean Sanders,” I said standing beside Megan. “Good morning ladies. Megan I had an odd message this morning from your RD that a little was staying with you. Do you have an explanation? This is normally against the code of conduct for our university for both big and little girls,” she said coldly. “Would you like to come in and have a seat?” Megan said with a surprisingly calm smile as she looked at her and picked me up protectively in her arms. “I guess,” she said and Megan motioned her towards a small couch she had in one side of her room. Megan settled herself down while placing me onto her lap in a desk chair. “Last night my dad called me and said that they had to rush Stacy’s sister to the hospital. It’s been touch and go all night long for her after she was there. My dad was needed to do a few other things and then went to the hospital with my mom to wait with Stacy’s mom and dad for word with Bella. Without anywhere else to send her for the night she came here.” “What happened to your sister?” Dean Sanders asked me. I debated on what to tell her, but decided to tell her the truth, “We think a lady impersonated an LPS officer yesterday and poisoned her.” She narrowed her eyes, “You shouldn’t make up stories young lady…” Just then another knock came on the door. Dean Sanders motioned for Megan to stay there and went to open the door herself. Amanda stood there and didn’t really look shocked to see Dean Sanders face, “Good morning Jackie,” she said to her tiredly. “Amanda you look like hell,” she said. I couldn’t help but agree as her hair was a mess and she was clearly wearing the same clothes as the day before. It looked like she had taken her makeup off at one point and her bare face presented itself with red baggy eyes. “I feel like it too Jackie. I’m guessing you’re here because Stacy stayed overnight here?” “Yes I am. I am willing to consider this being a one time exceptional thing, but I’m a little concerned that your baby girl is making up stories. We can’t have students lying to the administration…” “What did she say?” “Some contrived story about an LPS officer poisoning her sister? What kind of person does she think I am to believe a tall tale like that?” “Umm… Actually it’s true,” Amanda told her. “They arrested her an hour ago and she’s going to be indicted for attempted murder.” “Bella’s okay then?” I asked cueing into the ‘attempted’ word. “She’s not going to come out of this easily Stacy, but with a good team of doctors she’s going to mostly be alright…” “Mostly?” Megan asked behind me. “We’re afraid there’s going to be some brain damage and organ damage that’s going to affect her long term.” “You’re kidding?” Dean Sanders asked, “Who would do such a thing to someone else’s baby?” “The same group that tried to have Stacy kidnapped last week here on campus, broke into our house, and the same group that actually broke into our house again last night. It was a good thing that Stacy was here with Megan last night, or they would have gotten her too.” Dean Sanders had gone from looking like my future in the university was bleak to suddenly feeling bad for me. “That’s terrible… What are you going to do now?” “Well we have contractors taking care of the house, but we may need to go stay with my parents to be safer until they get this all figured out.” “Well… if you can’t get things easily sorted Stacy could stay in the dorms?” “I guess we can keep that in mind… but I’d rather not have her that far from me. Besides, you probably don’t even have any rooms free?” “Well… it’s the beginning of the year. We usually end up having to consolidate dorm rooms a couple times through the freshman semester. We’re almost to that first consolidation now… I know her nest already has two empty beds now.” I cringed mentally and wondered who the two unlucky girls were. “If this doesn’t work out we’ll think about it,” Amanda said, “but she’s my baby girl and I don’t really want to not have her around as much as possible. Plus it’ll be helpful to have her around to help Bella get better…” “It’ll stay an option…” “So I guess our next question is there going to be anything we need to worry about consequences from her staying here last night?” Dean Sanders looked like she was thinking for a moment, “No, Megan was babysitting her niece during an emergency. Well let this one slide. In the future though she needs to be babysat elsewhere. A dorm is no place for a baby…” she looked at us sternly. “Yes ma’am,” Megan told her. “Well, if you’ll excuse me I’m going to get home to my own babies who are due for lunch soon. Or at least I’m due for lunch soon… My breasts definitely feel like it’s lunch,” she said as a joke to Amanda. She gave a wry smile and nod, “I know what you mean, have a good weekend Jackie.” As she left Amanda closed the door then came to pick me up and I asked, “So what is going on with Bella?” She sighed, “It was touch and go last night until my dad called with the information on what the poison was. Bella’s heart stopped three times before some of the medication stabilized her. Once we knew what the poison was we treated her with some nanites to rid her body of the substance…” I felt my face fall and panicked, “They weren’t modified?” She grimaced, “I only had about ten minutes to get through the settings. I got rid of the same things that we did with you, but missed a reduction setting, and her face has the same baby face look you have now.” “How small did she get?” Megan asked. “She’s probably only taller than Stacy by a few inches now. They can probably share dresses and some outfits now…” I raised my eyebrows at that, “Poor Bella…” I said. “Anything else?” “We think that’s it as far as the mods are concerned, but she’s still unconscious and probably will remain so for another day to give her body a chance to heal…” I hugged Amanda, “I’m glad she’s going to be okay.” “Me too…” she said softly. “Well, I think it would be a good idea to get you out of here Stacy. Megan, do you think you could stay at Mom and Dad’s with her tonight? At least one of them will probably be there too, but that way I know someone else is there?” “Sure, it’s not like we have any homework yet anyway,” Megan said with a smile. “I’m sure I can deal with putting up with Mom and Dad for a night…” she sighed theatrically. “Just keep an eye on her for me if Chloe and Cassie come over tomorrow?” “Ugh… I forgot I was going to have to smell their insanity tomorrow…” I looked up at her and she said, “I really don’t get our sisters keeping their littles in poopy diapers. They smell terrible and I’d rather see any diaper get changed immediately so you don’t have to smell it! Plus if they sit in it…” Amanda sighed, “They’re definitely the nutty ones…” she agreed. “Let’s change that wet diaper and get you into a uniform before we leave?” She suggested to me. I just nodded and went along with it. Just as we were leaving I thought about something, “Mommy?” “Yes Stacy?” “Can we go by the bookstore really quick? They said we could get a different ID in a wristband form to avoid having our ID being stolen?” She looked nervously at me and her watch before nodding, “Yes let’s go get one for you…” It was a quick paced walk to the bookstore where I had to run to keep up with my two giant companions. At the bookstore we were directed to a counter where my ID was scanned, wrist measured, and I was given a wristband that I put adjacent to my LittleProtect Watch that I was assured would be just as impossible to remove without the proper university tools. We didn’t stick around long though and I ended up motioning that I wanted up to Amanda as we walked away so I wouldn’t have to run to keep up with them. I played with the wristband all the way to Grandma and Grandpa’s house. Megan picked me up from the carseat, while Amanda grabbed the bags that were mine and a small one for Megan that she’d brought with her. As soon as we were inside Grandpa greeted us, “Hi girls.” “Hi Daddy,” Megan said and gave him a hug. “Hi Dad,” Amanda said, “You’re sure you’re good with Stacy being here tonight?” “Of course sweetheart… I’ll make sure nothing happens to her. Go ahead and get back to the hospital and keep an eye on Bella. Your mom will be by here in a while too to check on you all. She just went to pick up some groceries for the weekend.” “Thanks Dad, I appreciate that you already took care of the house too…” “Of course… I’m just mad that they got in. I’m glad that Stacy stayed with Megan, but until we get this situation sorted out we’re going to need everyone being really careful for their safety.” “I know… I’m glad the university is splitting the cost for security at least.” Amanda said. “Well it wouldn’t be good for one of their lead researchers, or star doctors to get killed…” “You forgot the genius student too…” Megan said with a smile. “Mandy go be with Bella,” her dad ordered. “Between myself and Megan we’ve got Stacy more than covered!” Amanda suddenly burst into tears then and her dad hugged her, “It’s going to be okay Mandy,” he reassured her. I almost felt embarrassed as I looked on from Megan’s arms, but she got herself together soon after. “You okay to drive?” He asked her when she began walking out to the door. “Yes, it’s not far and I’ll be fine,” she came over and took me from Megan’s arms, “I love you Stacy and I’m so glad that you’re okay. I feel terrible what I let happen to Bella… I’m glad you’re at least okay.” I hugged her back, “You have nothing to be guilty about Mommy, you were given credentials and had to follow LPS orders or they could have removed both of us then. They did have one legitimate agent… You couldn’t do anything. Go be with Bella now and we’ll figure out how to get her back to normal when she’s healed.” She squeezed me, “I love you more than you can know.” “I love you too.” She was gone a few minutes later and Megan said, “you didn’t get a bath last night or this morning… you want a bath or a shower?” I looked at her, sniffed myself, and nodded, “A bath would be nice…” ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ December? What December? I didn't have any spare time until the last couple weeks when I took some vacation time to visit my family. I wasn't able to post during that time, but I was able to get some writing done! This chapter makes page 508 on my document that I'm typing in, and nearly 296,000 words! This is definitely getting split up into separate books when I finish! That is a lot closer to reality with the other 3 chapters ready to go now too! (Don't fret, there's probably another 4 after that!) I'll try and get to a regular posting schedule on Friday evenings for the next few weeks at least. Anyway, thanks for sticking with me so far! Let me know what you think about this chapter with a like and or a comment please!

Only time I ever read about someone freezing their poop was too gross to discuss what they were using it for. Just think substitute for the patty on your hamburger bun.

I am really new to being a Mommy so I am going on the fly with all the this. Over the Summer though before my Baby and I agreed to all of this we did come up with a few ground rules. 1. Mommy is in charge at all the times. 2. Baby can never tell mommy when they used there diaper. Mommy will do periodic checks and will change when needed. 3. Baby can never take off there diaper. Spanking will happen if she does. 4. baby must eat all food and drink given to her by Mommy. 5. Baby must take naps. 6. Baby must adhere to a strict bedtime. 7. Baby must only watch appropriate Baby/Toddler shows and movies approved by Mommy. 8. Baby cannot use the computer unless it is to play Baby Games on it with Mommy. 9. While out in public baby must always hold Mommies hand. 10. Baby must also address other adults as Mr. or Miss. 11. Baby must wait for Mommy in the morning to get out of her crib and room. 12. Baby will have 2 baths per day. One in the morning and one before bedtime. 13. Baby must only eat food and drink appropriate for her age. 14. Baby must always talk like a baby while at home and with Mommy. 15. Baby is to never use the potty.

Placement in a nughty chair for 20 minutes with a paci for a gag in just the diaper ussualy gets them to behave if they talk each time add on five more minutes to the said starting time, or send then to bed for a few hours and they are not allowed to get out of that bed or the time extends. That is how I handle it most times. Isolation helps the lil one realize that Daddy has allot of responsibilities and so on to attend to such as watching over while sleeping when ever i have a bad night of sleep. I try to merit or punish accordingly to said day or action. To ether encourage the good behaviour displyed with re wards and the opposite for bad behaviours such as no tv and so on. It is old style but it does have its effect and it does work from my personal experience. Or a good old style bare bottom spanking over the knee always makes them feel semi more little then they were in the first place. I try to never ever punish out of anger ether.