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Thanks @CDfm I really didn't think people would still be reading to this point ? *** Part 17 Jenny Kaylee maybe really annoying at times but that also makes her very good at distracting you from the thoughts in your own head. After I managed to waddle over to the painting easel Kaylee had fun showing me her skills or rather lack thereof at painting all the way till lunch and we knew it was lunch because the machine told us “See it's a dog, heres the ears and tail and paws…” Kaylee droned on about how her current masterpiece was a dog and not a messed up raccoon “Excuse me Emily and Kaylee it is time for lunch” said the disembodied voice “Ok” said Kaylee instantly seeming to forget about the painting, I watched in part horror as I watched the mechanical arm once more changed Kaylee from the smock to her old clothing plus a baby bib then felt something lifting up the dress thing i was wearing which caused me to try and run away and just like the first time caused me to crash to the floor “Ow” I whined, even though the floor is soft it still sucked to face plant “Are you alright?” asked the voice “Yes” I replied hesitantly and pushed myself up to a sitting position, the hands returned to my sides once more and proceed to fully remove the dress this time I made sure that I didn't move much and simply let the machine do it's work in putting me in a plain white t-shirt plus a similar bib to the one Kaylee was wearing. I finally got to have the chocolate milk that Rose had made me but that was after the stupid machine made me eat everything else that was in my lunch box first “I’m stuffed” I said patting my stomach, Kaylee giggled “Must be food coma time then” “Nah not that much food but I could have a nap all the same” I replied thinking it wasn't such a bad idea “Be my guest, I might join you” said Kaylee letting out a fake yawn, addressing the room I said “I want to sleep… um please” I didn't quite expect it to do anything but the arms appeared once more carrying two items, the first being a blanket and the second was clearly a fluffy onesie, I groaned inwardly but let it manuver me into the fluffy thing and was instantly surprised when I felt the warmth of it adding to my growing desire for sleep “Nooooo I want a pink one” I heard Kaylee complaining and looked over to seeing she too was getting placed into a yellow onesie, the machine either didn't hear her or more likely didn't care because it didn't stop dressing her in the fluffy yellow thing “Don't worry about the colour, just imagine that it's pink” Kaylee looked at me for a second then smiled and looked down at her onesie “Much better” she said happily, I rolled my eyes and began to lay down, the blanket was laid over me and when Kaylee was also ready the lights of the room dimmed to the point that you could just make out other objects, I closed my eyes and let my mind drift off into sleep. It wasn't sound or even smell that awoke me this time it was the feeling of movement, my eyes slowly opened to see Amazon legs retreating “Hello” I said softly and saw the feet stop and turn back “Oh your awake” came the soft voice of Martha “Mmm” I mumbled back and pushed myself up “I was starting to wonder how long you would sleep for” said Martha now right next to me, it then clicked in my head that if Martha was here in the mechanical nursery she must know what happened “Am I…” I trailed off as I looked at the darkened room, it had changed dramatically instead of the empty room this room had a lot of mats, blankets and pillows lying here and there and the biggest give away was the window that was covered by blinds “Where am I?” I asked now confused “Your in the sleep room dear and you are the last to awake” “Sleep room does that mean I’m out of that other place?” Martha took a few seconds before replying “Yes your punishment time is up, I must say do you always get into so much trouble?” Jenny must have told her some lie about why I was there already, until I had something to use against her there wasn't much point telling Martha who would tell Jenny just making things worse “Just a bad day I guess” I sighed “Well lets get you up and you can run off some of that extra energy ok?” I nodded and threw off the sheets covering me and noticed that I was no longer wearing a onesie but a nightgown and better still that super large diaper was gone, I reached down to feel it and sure enough I was back to the diaper I was used to then I felt something else I was starting to get used to, I had wet myself in my sleep again “Do you need a change?” asked Martha “Ah no” I said quickly not wanting her to know I had wet myself “I’m sure your right but I had better check” Martha reached down under the nightgown and it seemed from the first touch she could tell I was wrong “Oh dear, it appears you have had an accident, it's ok most Littles don't know when they need a change that's what I’m here for” Martha gave me a warm smile and I knew she truly thought of me as some child that didn't know any better and I don't know if that helped… “Come on let's get you changed and you can be playing with your friends in no time” she held out a hand and I reluctantly took it. While up on the changing table I could tell that I must have wet the diaper early on in my sleep because there was no warmth between my legs at all unlike when I have just freshly used the diaper “I’ll get you all cleaned up in no time” I felt the cold wipe touch my nether region and I flinched bring me out of my thoughts “Sorry about that” and the cleaning continued “Can't they even warm those things up” I grumbled and saw Martha chuckling “You would think so wouldn't you” I was quickly powdered and the fresh diaper taped up, I pushed myself up and was about to get ready to hop down when Martha stopped me “Hold up I thought you might like these back” Martha pulled some clothes out from under me and I saw that it was the overalls and shirt I had been wearing this morning “Yes please” I said quickly. I was out of the nightgown and into my overalls in no time and back out in the playroom “What is that noise?” I asked covering my ears from the screeching and random bangs, it was the sort of noise that you would hear if you gave kids instruments to play but why would anyone in their right mind do that “We are making music” replied Martha loud enough for me to hear, she clearly isn't in her right mind “If you can call this music” I shouted back “Sure it is listen” I watched her smiling and lightly swaying to some tune that only she could hear because it surely wasn't anything coming from this room, I rolled my eyes and walked off into the madness. “EMY” I more saw the words come from the lips of Kaylee than I heard them, she waved me over “Here you can play this” I heard her say this time and was handed a toy sized xylophone “I saved it for you” I took the thing from her and looked at it, as far as I could remember I had never played one of these in my life “What do I do?” I asked and Kaylee proceeded to show me to strike the different metal plates with the stick to make different sounds. I was right it was madness, complete and utter chaos for the next half hour till the other Littles started to get board and put their instruments away “Sticking with it I see” said Martha walking over to the two of us “I guess” I replied and struck another random note “What's wrong?” she asked “I can't play anything, look at her” I pointed over to Kaylee who was sitting in a chair plucking at strings on the guitar making some beautiful sounds like she had been playing the thing for years “Why do you need to play something like Kaylee, play something you want to play” “I don't know what though” Martha looked in thought for a second then said “Your a portal Little right? well how about you make yourself a theme song as if you are part of a television show, this idea was so ridiculous that it brought a smile to my face “Ok why not” I set to work trying to make my theme song. While working on my song with input from Kaylee I noticed that I had stopped seeing Jenney “What happened to Jenny” I asked Kaylee “She left about ten minutes ago” “So she doesnt stay for the full day?” “Nope thankfully, no no this note needs to go before this one” I looked back at the xylophone and made the change “Besides it's almost home time just watch” Kaylee was right in another ten minutes names were called and the Little would go running to the door and with the help of Martha and one strange Amazon or another put on their shoes and left with the stranger. Finally it was Kaylees turn to be called and I saw Gwen standing in the doorway, Kaylee ran up to Gwen and hugged her leg like she hadn't seen the Amazon for a month but she did eventually let go and let Gwen put her shoes on and they left my sight, it was down to just me and three other Littles “How goes the theme song?” asked Martha as she neared me putting things away, I shook my head “Kaylee has a good musical ear I don't” “Why don't you play me what you have” I shrugged and began to play what Kaylee had helped me come up with, it was a short little boppy thing that transitioned to some slower beats “Sounds good so far” said Martha with a smile as she put away more items, she's a good liar “Thanks” I said and got up and put the xylophone away “Done for the day?” asked Martha “Yea I…” my words were cut off as I heard my name “Emy” I looked over towards the doorway and saw the Amazon I didn't know I wanted to see so badly till laying eyes on Rose and just as Kaylee had done I ran to Rose and only had to consciously stop myself from doing the exact same thing “Did you miss me?” chuckled Rose “Of course not” I lied “Well I sure missed you” Rose bent down and gave me a big hug, I waited a second before embracing her back. In the car ride home I thought about how just being in Roses presence made me feel safe even after what had happened today, it was something that I had not felt with anyone in my life after the age of six, sure I was comfortable with my family but I didn't have this feeling of being safe like I did with Rose “Emy are you listening?” asked Rose breaking me out of my thoughts “Sure am” I replied and I knew she was doubtful “What was I saying then?” crap my bluff was called “How you had a better day?” I tried “Incorrect, did you want to try again?” I saw her raised eyebrow in the rearview mirror “Ok I wasn't listening” she nodded and started again “I thought so, I was saying that I read the report of what happened today” I instantly looked away from her which must have been like an admission of guilt for her “Why were you fighting?” she asked, I continued to look out the window sure that if I said anything I would tell her the whole truth and Jenny was a bully I am sure I can handle without Roses help “Emy talk to me if there is something wrong I want to help” I continued my silence “Emma” it had been so long to me since she had used my preferred name that it shocked me into replying “It won't happen again” I mumbled still trying to skirt the question, I glanced at the mirror and saw Roses piercing eyes, I retreated back to watching the street fly past “I’ll let it go for now but if it happens again you tell me what is going on ok?” I looked again at the mirror “Ok” I replied wondering if I could even control what fake crap Jenny tells Rose “Oh and I want to go to the park” I quickly said before losing my nerves. Rose unstrapped me from the stroller “Is this going to become a regular thing?” asked Rose “Do you not like the idea of me playing with other Littles?” I countered even though this was another lie it seemed to make Rose somewhat happier “Of course not Emy, we will come here every day if that makes you happy” Rose smiled, gave me a pat on my diapered bum and I was off into the crowd of Littles. “There you are” I said as I was within earshot of Dave “Oh Emy hello” I ignored his greeting and stormed up to him “Your going to tell me everything that you didn't yesterday” Dave threw his arms up in surrender “Someones in a grumpy mood” “You would be too if you’ve had the sort of day I’ve had, it isn't pleasant when someone sticks something up your…” I cut myself off as I realalise what my mouth was about to say thankfully my brain caught up in time but I lost a bit off fire I was harbouring “Did you want to tell me about it?” asked Dave now sitting next to our tree “God no” he chuckled as I felt the warmth grow on my cheeks “I just meant your day” “Oh… fine” I sat down next to him and proceeded to tell him all about my first day at the daycare center, especially the parts about Jenny and how much of a bitch she is though I didn't tell him what she had the machine do to me during it's checks “That does sound like a rough day, did you find out where she really wanted to be?” “No” I sighed “But when I went to her school I saw she was doing some sciency stuff” Dave nodded “I see, yes those fields don't normally let students shadow them” Dave began patting himself down till he pulled out a card with some contact information on it and handed it to me “What do I need this for?” I asked “This is your ticket to getting her off your back” I examined the card “My boss runs a small company in that field and is currently looking for some fresh blood, show her the card and I will tell my boss to expect the call” I looked over the card once more then up at Dave “What does he do?” I asked curious “I’m not sure” laughed Dave “But you work there” “I’m just a runner, if my boss wants lunch I get it, if he wants a gadget for one of his experiments I have to get that too” “So… your the fixer then?” Dave looked puzzled “I take it they don't have that movie then” I waved him off “I guess not” we sat in silence for a few seconds “Sounds like you have an interesting job” Dave laughed “I sure do, it can be hard to find items that I can barely pronounce” I chuckled with him, I was about to ask him another question when his wrist started ringing “Excuse me” he said and answered his call “Hello” “...” “Just send the details through and I’ll be right on it” after a couple more words on the other end Dave said his goodbye and hung up “Let me guess you have to go” I said “Afraid so” “You work odd hours” I replied “I do” chuckled Dave “But the pays good” We said our goodbyes and walked our separate ways “Fuck!” I cursed “I talked about myself too much and forgot to get to him to tell me what he is hiding.” I managed to hide myself among some Littles and leave there group in such a way that I was sure Rose would think I was playing with them, it must have worked because Rose didn't say anything about it other than to ask if I had fun which if this card that Dave gave me works then I guess I did have fun. “I don't think I can call you a cat anymore” remarked Rose when we go home “Only because I don't have the option to laze around the house all day” Rose chuckled “This might be true” “Meerkat then” Rose looked at me “They are not part of the cat family” I shrugged “I’m just a Little and don't know any better” “Why meerkat then?” asked Rose “They have cat in their name and are active” I shrugged, Rose grinned at me “Ok then my little meerkat what are we going to do for dinner?” I thought about it for a moment then answered “Something with pasta.” It took some convincing but Rose and I ended up watching some TV after dinner, we were both lying on the couch with Rose resting her arm around me, this was unwelcomed at first till her body heat got to me and warmed me as the outside temperature dropped. It had been quite a long time since I had peed and my body was now telling me how unhappy it was about that, I contemplated leaving the couch to do my business but didn't want to disturb Rose so with a sigh I took a breath and let my body do its business right there next to Rose, thankfully with no leaks but I had come to expect that by now, the arm Rose had resting on me started tapping to the catchy shows opening making me think once just for a moment that Rose knew what I was doing thankfully I was proven wrong. I had the feeling that Rose had fallen asleep two or three episodes ago because I occasionally heard almost whisper quiet snoring coming from her, by now my diaper was well and truly cold making this the longest time I had spent sitting or laying rather in my own pee and strangely it didn't bother me, the commercials came on and I thought it was about time I check on the condition of my diaper, snaking my hand down the inside of my overalls I came to feel the plastic covering the diaper, unlike it's dry state I could feel whatever it was that soaked everything up puff out like a semi damp pillow… with a layer of plastic, no matter where I felt I didn't feel anything to suggest that it was going to leak any time soon which made me wonder if these were made to hold more than one wetting, with my hand still on the plastic I closed my eyes and began to push out what little liquide was still inside me. It wasn't much but I felt the diaper reclaim some of it's warmth and still with no leaks “Emy what are you doing?” came Roses suddenly awake voice, without thinking I pulled my hand out of the overalls in the hope that Rose didn't see anything “Nothing” I replied quickly, if she saw me then that might have looked bad… “I thought I might be leaking” I said with a spurt of inspiration “Oh honey you should have woken me that's not for you too worry about” Rose pushed herself up and got to her feet bringing me along in her arms. Rose laid me down on the changing table and got to her usual routine “I can't believe I fell asleep” said Rose as she untapped the diaper “I know you were snoring and everything” I moked “I wasn't was I?” asked Rose with a look of embarrassment, I contemplated teasing her a little but relented “No not really” “That's good to know” said Rose with a sigh of relief. There was silence till the end of the change “I think it's about time we get you to bed, what do you think?” she asked “I’m not tired” I whined for no other reason than because I could “If you go to bed without any further fuss I’ll get you a bottle of warm chocolate milk and we can finish our book” I grinned “Bargaining straight off the bat” “Would you prefer that I start with threats of spankings?” these simple and playful words killed my fun as it brought back the memories of today “No” I replied simply “Alright then let's get you into your PJ’s.” Rose helped me into my pajamas and I lay in bed as Rose was off getting the milk, part of me wanted her to come back with it in a glass or sippy cup but a greater part was looking forward to her returning with it in a bottle after all could drink from that on any angle, it wouldn't be for any other reason. Rose reentered the room and I saw that in her hand was a bottle with a brown liquid inside “Now are you going to sleep without a fuss?” asked Rose holding the bottle just out of my reach, I nodded but this wasn't good enough for her “Use your words” “Yes” I mumbled and was rewarded with the bottle “I guess that will do for now.” Rose got into her chair with our current book as I sucked on the divine milk that refused to flow into my mouth at a reasonable pace “Now where were we” said Rose flipping through the pages, she found the spot and began to read aloud, I tried to listen to the predictable yet exciting ending of the story but drifted off to my own world of dreams before the conclusion.

Chapter 8 “Anyone with a child, little, or who needs extra time is welcome to board at this time,” the gate agent said into her microphone as the passengers milled about. This was Jamie’s first ride on anything that flew since his trip to the dimension, and he’d been unconscious for that, his first ride on anything that flew ever. He was excited and had barely sat still on the ride to the airport, and it occurred to him that this, too, was a change brought about by becoming a little, this excitement – pleasure – in the mundane and the new whereas before he’d have treated this like an ordinary, albeit new, experience. It wasn’t just that he was allowed to be excited; it was that he allowed himself to be excited, and to express it. Or at least he felt that way until he looked out onto the tarmac and saw that plane. It wasn’t like any plan he’d ever seen before, to say nothing of its size. It was hard to see how it could fly. “That’s us, Jamie,” Manda said as she took his hand and walked toward the jetway. Becky went in front of them with the stroller, and when they reached the end, she collapsed it and left it for the baggage handlers to stow under the plane. They walked onto the plane and found their seats, where Becky and Amanda put their carry-ons above them and stashed Jamie’s under the seat so he could get to his things easily. “You have the middle, Jamie,” Becky said. The seats were large, and Manda went in first so Becky could lift Jamie up and hand him over. They took up the row. Two other families were situating themselves similarly. “When do we get peanuts,” Jamie cheekily asked. He liked asking silly questions to get reaction from his bigs. He wondered how many times he could ask if they were there yet before they got cross, or, more likely, “offered” Jamie his pacifier. “When we’re in the air.” “I don’t know why everyone complains about airplane seats,” he joked, “I’ve got plenty of room.” His feet didn’t touch the floor, and his elbows didn’t touch the armrests. “Easy for you to say,” Becky responded. “You’re just a bitty little thing.” “I hope Kazoo is okay with Amy,” he added. Kazoo had been moping around as soon as he saw the suitcases come out. Manda had to put him out of her room while she packed, as every time she turned around, he’d taken something back out of her bag. “He likes Amy,” Manda reminded him. “And I think she’ll probably move in for the week instead of go back and forth. She was pretty excited to have a whole house to herself.” Jamie watched all the people boarding and looking harried. He was glad they were going on vacation – not that his life wasn’t an extended vacation now – and that they’d boarded first. People were eyeing the overhead space like it was a precious resource. “What was that,” Jamie said when the plane lurched. “They probably took the blocks away from the wheels,” Becky explained. “You’re sure you’re not scared?” They’d talked about flying at length, and Jamie had assured them he’d be fine. “I’m sure … what was that!?!” “Those are just the engines turning on.” “Oh.” A man stopped in front of their row and seemed to shove Becky’s and Manda’s carry-ons over some to get his bag in. He looked down and shook his head, and as he sat in the seat behind Manda he grumbled, “Just great. Probably gonna cry the whole time.” Jamie looked at Becky and then Manda. “Ya hear that, Manda? He thinks you’re gonna cry the whole time.” “Ha,” Becky honked. The flight attendant took her position near the front of the cabin and pantomimed the safety instructions as they played on the screens that came down from the ceiling. They pushed back from the gate. Looking out the window, it seemed to Jamie at first that the jetway was moving instead of the plane, and it took a moment for his brain to make the correction. “On our way,” Becky said. Jamie didn’t like this feeling, moving without seeing where he was going. “What happens next?” “The pilot will drive us over to one of the runways, and then we’ll take off.” “We’re not on the runway already?” “No, we’re on the tarmac.” “Ladies and gentleman,” the pilot said as he came on over the speakers, “we’re uh … third in line for takeoff right now … uhhhh we’re looking at about a three-hour flight to San Indica today … uhhhh winds out of the north-northwest at about 15 miles per hours uhhhh … temperature on the ground when we land should be comfortable … uhhhh going to pass through a storm front and could get bumpy if you could please keep your seatbelts fastened when you’re in your seats uhhhhh … we’ll try to get you beverage service once we reach cruising altitude as the weather permits. Just sit back and enjoy your flight, and thanks for flying with us today.” The seatbelt signed bonged as the light came on. Manda put her arm on the armrest palm up, and Jamie took it as they started down the runway. She smiled at him, then sat back and closed her eyes. Jamie looked past her and out the window as best he could. Faster and faster down the runway, Jamie watched the yellow lines whiz by until they were a continuous streak and then felt himself slowly rising as he watched the ground fall away. He sat back. “That was fun,” he said. They kept climbing, and the plane banked to the left in a wide, angled arc. Jamie felt his stomach wanting to stay behind. “That wasn’t fun,” he said when they’d leveled off. “You’re okay,” Becky reassured him. “I know … I know.” Jamie wanted to be brave. He looked around at what he could see, and he still didn’t like that he couldn’t see where he was going. “Why don’t you just close your eyes, Baby Bear.” He leaned against the side of the chair where Manda was and did close his eyes. Becky reached under his seat and got his bag, took his jacket out of it, and laid it over him. The bong of the seatbelt sign woke him up an hour later. Becky was asleep. Manda was looking out the window where lightning was illuminating the dark clouds all around them and rain was hitting the glass in streaks. KARUMP! The plane shook. “What was that!” he asked. “Just turbulence.” KARUMP! “Ladies and gentlemen,” the captain said over the speaker, “we’re just about to move into this storm front … uhh the seatbelt sign is turned on, and I’m gonna ask everyone including the flight attendants to please return to your seats …uhhhh we’ll get you through this as smoothly as we can. Thanks for your cooperation.” “What does that mean,” Jamie asked. It didn’t sound good or fun. Vacations supposed to be fun and good. “It’s just gonna get a little bumpy.” Manda looked at him looking straight ahead at the chair in front of him, then glanced out the window and drew the shade. “You okay?” “Fine … just, uh, don’t feel so good.” He was a little nauseated and he needed to relieve himself, too. “It’ll be fine. Promise.” “I know … I need to go to the bathroom,” he whispered. Manda looked at her mom, who was still asleep. “We can’t get up to change you until the pilot says it’s okay.” “Oh. Okay. I can wait,” Jamie replied nervously. KARUMP! Jamie’s stomach lurched toward his mouth that time, and he felt his weight rise ever so much off the seat. Manda tightened her seat belt and then his. Jamie grabbed each armrest in his hands. You can hold it. You’re a grown man. Even if you are a little, Jamie was telling himself in his head. KARUMP! Ugh. You never get motion sick. You’ve also never been on a plane before. KARUMP! Ope! Hold it! Hold it! KARUMP! Fuck! KARUMP!!! Oh no … no no no. Oh c’mon, you can hold it …eeeee … hold … Crap … And double crap … Ew. Well, that’s embarrassing. Manda was watching him and recognized his body language and knew it was about that time of day for him. She paid it no mind to spare him any shame. It had been a long time since they’d talked about it, but she figured diapers stopped being an optional part of his life some time ago, and while Jamie could usually hold it, his control wasn’t as reliable as it once was. Manda thought it had something to do with the long-term effects of nursing. “Jamie? Buddy,” she said when he slumped forward. “I don’t feel good,” he whined. He wanted his diaper changed, and he wanted to be back on the ground. His face looked flush and he was sweating. “I thought you said you didn’t get motion sickness,” Manda said as she rubbed his back. “I guess I do.” Amanda reached into the seat pocket and got out an air sickness bag. “Mom,” Amanda said as she nudged Becky, “Mom?” “Hmm,” Becky said as she came to. “Can you hand me Jamie’s bag?” She couldn’t reach it. “Hmm?” Becky saw Jamie and knew he must be nauseated by the wait he was bent at the waist and looking a little green.. “Oh! Baby, I’m sorry.” She reached down to get his bag. She couldn’t see into it in the darkened plane and reached up to turn the overhead light on, then searched around until she found the small bag of over-the-counter medicine she’d brought just in case. “Here,” she said to Jamie as she took a bottle out of the side pocket. “Drink this.” Jamie took the bottle from her without looking up. He felt better when he looked at the floor. “It’s okay, buddy,” Manda said, “We got some medicine for you.” Becky took out the motion sickness medicine and got one pill out, then looked at Jamie and got a second. “Open,” she said, and Jamie turned and opened his mouth. She put the two pills on his tongue, and he swallowed them with a swig from his bottle. The fast-acting, uncoated pills began to dissolve before they were out of his mouth. “Blech,” Jamie said. “I got some crackers for you, too,” Becky said as she rummaged around. She considered changing him on the seat, but the plane was shaking and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to in the small space without making a mess, and besides, it would be awfully rude to everyone around them. Still, she wanted to make him feel better. But he’d just have to wait. The pills were making Jamie sleepy. She found the crackers and took them out, put the medicine away, and then put the bag back under the seat. She reached for the latch on his tray table. KARUMP!!! The plane jumped upward and the tray came down to hit Jamie on top of his head. “Hhhh,” Becky and Manda both gasped. “I’m so sorry!” It didn’t hurt that much, but it did push Jamie’s emotions over the edge, and he began to sob gently. “Oh, Baby Bear, Mama is so sorry,” Becky said as she checked the top of his head to make sure there was nothing more than a bump. Ignoring the seatbelt sign, Becky unbuckled Jamie and picked him onto her lap, holding him extra tight. He put his face into her breast and let his arms hang loose at his sides. “Shhh,” she cooed. Manda reached over and squeezed Jamie’s shoulder. This sucks and I hate flying and my head hurts and I got a load in my pants and my tummy’s all blah and I wanna go home, Jamie whined in his head. “Mama’s sorry,” Becky cooed again as she tried to rock him gently. She kept at it until the medicine seemed to make him fall asleep. Not wanting to wake him, she let him sleep until it was time to get off the plane. He woke up groggily on the jet bridge as Becky got him into the stroller. “Hey, baby,” Becky said when she saw his eyes flutter open as she was buckling him in. “How do you feel?” “Humph. Can we walk home? Can that be what we do with the rest of our summer?” “I’m sorry. I promise you it’s not really like that.” The trio headed for baggage claim. “And we’re on an island,” Manda reminded him, “and we can’t swim as good as you.” “Let’s find a place to get you cleaned up,” Becky said. “God, yes. Please.” “And at least you didn’t throw up,” Amanda added. “Small mercies.” The trip could only get better from there.

The poll has spoken! Thank you to everyone that took the time to read those three samples from an earlier post, as well as voice your opinion by voting. I'm going to try my best to balance the two, but now begins a second series: "Illegal Immigrant," a diaper dimension tale! Also, for those of you that wanted to see the other two stories instead, that probably won't be the last you see of them! One for instance has a decent amount of chapters anyways, so they're definitely stories with potential. But until then, let's take a trip into the diaper dimension and get crackin' on this side of the universe. Please enjoy, and let me know what you think! Illegal Immigrant 1 - Welcome to Libertalia “Hello~ again my favorite little munchkins!” The tour guide dressed in her bright red lipstick cheerily sounded off through her mini microphone attached to a speaker on her waist. “Again, Libertalia would like to thank you all for participating in one of its many enriching and wonderful tours. We’re always interested in letting in Portal Littles, so if by the end of this tour you are interested in a longer stay, please don’t hesitate to speak with our support desk!” The way she feigned her upbeat attitude was pathetically obvious in the eyes of the many visiting Littles, but especially Dawn. Even still, her upbeat attitude only added to the layers of mystery this dimension had, and admittedly aroused her morbid curiosity. The Amazonian woman had taken them quite a distance around the large city, though relative to Dawn’s size it may as well have been an entire state in itself. Given the brief mentions of politics along the way though, it pretty much was anyways. Nevertheless, Dawn was still trying to fully grasp that she was spending a portion of her college break in another dimension. Admittedly, it was sort of on a whim. Then again, it wasn’t. In fact, the tourist agency had come to her. All it was, was a seemingly harmless postcard in the mail, and of course you’re going to doubletake when instead of it being junkmail it’s an offer to visit a totally different dimension. Looking back on it, it was kind of luck in itself that she even read the damn thing, much less take it seriously. After drinking a few beers and a ‘why not?’ and ‘what the hell?’ later, she figured she would see how deep the rabbit hole went, but never expecting to get what was actually advertised. People practically three times her size, coexisting with people just about hers in a separate, humongous dimension! Looking back on it, just about everyone in the tour group needed a good hour to fully digest that part. The realization was jarring; finding that you, an adult, who sat at the top of the social food chain, was now suddenly kicked back to the bottom by a dangerously large margin. Seriously. Dawn didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when she saw her first “Amazonian” toddler, who had a few inches on her! Yes, no matter where you go here, “Portal Littles” feel incredibly small. And that’s what she was. A Portal Little. Anyone about her size here was considered a Little. Grown adults that never seemed to look taller than about 5 or 6 feet. That’s how they described it at the briefing, at least. But if you asked Dawn, she’d say only 5. And not like she had any hard evidence, but she couldn’t help but feel as if she were a little shorter now since crossing the portal… Crazy and unfounded, she knew, and especially impossible to tell with these staggering size comparisons to giants, which of course would make it impossible to tell whether you had a few less inches or not. Their tour guide, Stacy, started speaking again. “In fact, if you would like I can take hands right now for those who’d be interested?” She looked to be eagerly waiting for countless takers, but not a single hand was raised. “D’awwwh, come on guys, don’t be shy!” She snickered. “I know there’s a few of you who are interested...” Still, no one volunteered. How could she expect someone to trade their livelihood so willingly? People who have spent 20 to 30 years of their lives, still underway in a dimension they knew as home; how could a 3 hour tour convince them to throw all of that away? It was probably part of her job, but the attitude she had certainly wasn’t. Dawn looked at her from the way back of the group with slightly narrowed eyes. Was she stupid? “Suit yourself!” She huffed and puffed. “You’ll have a chance to change your mind by the end of the tour. And let me remind you to please stay close! If you get lost along the way it’ll bring up some...complications.” It was the one time she sounded as if she were intentionally hiding something, and given that she was the one person everyone here could consider trustworthy, it was a little unnerving. “Tabith--Mommy, please! You can’t do this to me! I have a job, a home, a car, a boyfriend; you can’t take that away from me!” A clearly distraught woman sounded as if they were on the verge of tears, which had a few foreign heads turn their way. It was one of the glaringly unpleasant parts of this dimension. A woman maybe a little taller than Dawn stood shakily in front of the giant which towered over her. Despite her moderate lipstick, modest eyeliner, well-done contour, with her hair tied into a neat, clean bun, it came as a sharp contrast to her bright blue denim overalls with a shamefully obvious bulge hidden underneath. What’s more, it looked as if she were wearing a giant ladybug backpack, but it stopped seeming that way once you could see a long strap from it feed into the Amazon’s hand. It was a fucking leash. In spite of their wonderful technology, architecture, ecosystem, environmental policy,and healthcare, this was the one thing that ruined this dimension’s perception of paradise. Dawn watched on with a sense of guilt and sorrow as she didn’t move any further. The guides were explicitly clear not to interfere with stuff like this, as it was just “how things worked here.” Dawn didn’t know what scared her more: the fact that people like this couldn’t be saved, or that anyone that tried to help couldn’t be protected. People here were encouraged to be bystanders, and that only magnified the corruptness of it all. Now she could at least say she’d been to the Twilight Zone… “Now, now, my little tot,” the ironically plump woman knelt down to face her new charge a bit better. She looked like a predator sizing up its prey, clearly for sport, as it looked as if she’d long since won the chase. “I think it’s high-time we put that all behind us now, hmm? I’ve got big plans for my special little girl, and they do not involve anything as worrisome as adult responsibilities.” She ruffled the top of her hair, which made the Little take a few steps back on reflex, accompanied by a whimper. This clearly annoyed the Amazon though, as with a sharp tug on the child leash the woman was thrown back forward a few steps and involuntarily fell on the Amazon’s knee for support. “Whoopsie! Those diapies sure give you a waddle, huh?” As if the sadness were seething through her teeth, and the woman’s cheeks looked hot, she helplessly pleaded. “Please…!” The Amazon only sighed though, dismissing the girl’s emotional ruin. She hoisted her into the air and had a firm hold on her, with the Little flailing her legs, shouting for help. “I figured I’d at least give you a chance to walk on your own, but at this rate the adoption centers will be closed before we even get there.” She suddenly gave an annoyed look, and you could hear the sharp slap of skin to skin contact. She then looked away for a moment then back to her, as if tragedy had befallen her charge when she wasn’t looking. “Aww, what’s the matter sweetheart? Why are you crying? Is that wittle laxative from earlier upsetting your tummy? There, there, we’ll make it all better soon...” As the helpless Little whimpered, the pair walked off, fading into the crowd, whilst everyone in the tour group wordlessly watched them walk away. “What the fuck even was that?” “They were actually serious about kidnapping?” “Can they really just take people?” “Hey, they, they can’t do that to us too, right?” “Now, now, everyone!” Stacy shushed the frightened atmosphere with her still upbeat tone, as if the horrifying display hadn’t even fazed her. And in all honesty, that could very well likely be the case. Whether she partook in such inhumane practices or not, living in a society that normalized it was sure to desensitize you. Though, Dawn was curious to see how exactly she’d try and address what they just saw… So much for her hopes of volunteers. “We have plenty of other sights and shops to see, so we need to keep a tight schedule! Come along now!” She beckoned to the group like preschoolers, and a few pairs exchanged awkward glances, trying to digest how she’d totally disregarded the public kidnapping. “Uhm, Stacy?” Dawn called from the back of the pack. Surprisingly she was heard, as Stacy turned her head. The way she smiled was almost unnerving. “Aren’t we gonna talk about what we just saw?” Dawn didn’t know if she really was stupid or just a terrible liar. Her response was stupefying. “See...what?” The way she drew out her response was a testament to her obliviousness. “That someone was just kidnapped? That Amazon just took a person! A...” what was it again? “A Little!” The existence of two separate terms was terrible in itself. It proved there was a social hierarchy in all of this, which made the problem so much worse. “Oh!” She chuckled. She chuckled? “You mean that adoption? I mean, I suppose she was acting a little fussy, but other than that…?” The way she curiously smiled, as if Dawn were the fool for pointing it out, simply made the Portal Little drop the topic from there. It was almost a sixth sense, triggering when you interacted with only the most ignorant of people; the kind that spewed words like airhorns and filled their ears with cement. It was another endless rabbit hole of bewilderment, equating kidnapping to “adoption.” “Oh! Look at the time! We already a few minutes behind schedule. Come along, everyone!” She waved her hand and set forth their march, with most people certainly caught in a mix of emotions. As well, the Littles seemed to be sticking a bit closer together than they were before… As nice of a place as Libertalia seemed, excluding their babying culture, it was a bit hard to really enjoy at times when the tour guide leading you through it all had a gait two to three times as large as yours. Her lack of consideration was admittedly surprising, given how she like many others seemed to view Littles as borderline children. You’d think they’d be given a little more patience with the faster walkers. It was a mystery why she was still treating them even like pseudo-adults when taking her personality into account. They were all creatures of the Leviathan; beasts withheld by the rule of law, which even then seemed to be such a loose restraint. “And if you’ll all look to your right, you will see one of Libertalia’s finest parks; free to the public at any time of the day!” In the middle of the city it seemed like somewhat of an oasis; a large patch of green grass, trees, a fountain, and of course a playground, all sanctioned by stone walls which were as tall as Dawn, so in other words the perfect height for an Amazon. It was another unspoken, annoying undertone to this society. Yes it had the glam and glamour; all the bells and whistles, but all those benefits were geared towards Amazons. For Christ sake, even the hotel room she was staying in was meant for an Amazon! When she wanted to go to bed, use the sink, brush her teeth, she had to move around her personal footstool, everso “generously” provided by the hotel. So to call this place wonderful was unfortunately a great matter of perspective. From the distance she could see another infantilized adult going down the slide. What she hated to admit the most was that there were accommodations for Littles here, only that they were intended for an age bracket of a much more childish mindset. That seemed to be the Common Little’s struggle here. They were shunned for trying to tread where the Amazon’s might, and thus were like a bunch of circles jammed into a square-socket as they try to fill it out like their diapers. Dawn wasn’t going to claim she knew how everything worked here, but the signs on the surface were telling enough. “Alright, everyone, please be extra careful!” Right as they reached the end of the block, Stacy spun around to face them all, looking stern. Dawn rolled her eyes. They went through the same routine each and every time they crossed the street. Did she think they had personal chaperones their whole lives before coming to this dimension? “Be sure to look both ways before crossing the street, alright? Now come on, everyone, grab a hand!” She was the first to start the chain that only she saw the unnecessary purpose in. Begrudgingly the closest tourist had to take her hand, and then the next closest to take theirs, and so forth. Even Dawn did so with another guy seeming equally as annoyed. Naturally the first time she said this everyone thought she had a few screws loose, but it was the first of many signs that she truly did consider them as something less of an adult. That, and she’d already kicked a handful of people off the tour for not listening to her condescending ways. Yes, she was difficult to work with, but the embarrassment and hoops were enough to endure if it meant being able to experience a different dimension. She thinks, at least. “Alright let’s get a move on!” She made an exaggerated turn and glance to first her left and then her right, then like a livestock crossing they marched across the street. As silly as it was though, there was some solace in that a united front kept the Amazons from trampling over you. Unfortunately, that wasn’t something Dawn could deny as intimidating. Everytime she made a close call by colliding with the shins and knees of one, they’d give the same kind of smile that repulsive woman from earlier would. She’d try to usher along, but their gaze would linger from behind for an uncomfortably long amount of time. “Oh honey, look! It’s a group of Portal Littles!” Dawn’s unfortunate ears picked up the conversation parallel to them on the wayside. The excitement in her voice sounded chillingly ulterior, given what they’d just seen. Dawn didn’t know whether it was from paranoia or not, but the tiny hairs on her stood upright. “How would you know that? Don’t all Littles look the same?” Dawn tried to keep looking forward. She wasn’t keen on being a conversation piece, especially when they probably knew very well she could hear them, along with many others. Then again, it was probably more along the lines of that they didn’t care. “Just look! See? That’s an official government tour guide! Since when do they do tours for natives? And see that? They don’t have any parents!” Dawn tried to walk a little faster. She dared not look back at them. Eye contact was the last thing you wanted to make. She’d had her fill of awkward exchanges for one vacation. “Oh! And that one, see her?” It could be anyone, just relax. “Which one?” God, they couldn’t actually be fucking scouting right now, could they? They can’t take foreigners, right? Right? “The one with brown hair, wearing the jeans? Such a cute bum, too!” Dawn nervously panned her eyes to the left, then right, locking eyes with an unfortunate soul, though ashamedly feeling her heart beat a little less once she knew it wasn’t her… Something similar must have been going on in the woman’s head though, because the brunette in jeans seemed stunned as she looked ahead, obviously trying to dig herself deeper into the pack. She had been listening too, and looked a moment’s away from crumbling if they got any closer. “Ooh, why haven’t we gotten a Little yet, James?” The female Amazon sounded frustrated as her golden prize seemed to drift away. Dawn silently rooted for the fellow tourist as she could see her keep moving to the front. “They’re opening that new daycare a few blocks down from the house, anyways! Come on, don’t you think this is a sign?” It was a mix of anger and fear to hear herself be regarded as goods you could simply go and “get.” It further solidified all the worsening conclusions Dawn was reaching in this place. “Kath, I know you’ve been wanting one, but...” The way he tried to diffuse the situation obviously wasn’t out of sympathy for the poor Little that might be enslaved by his wife, rather, a desire to maintain the “happy wife, happy life,” mantra… “We really haven’t planned everything out? There’s plenty of agencies to adopt, but we need furniture first, don’t you think?” ‘Kath,’ the wife of the couple Dawn kept listening to, even ignoring Stacy’s spiel over, went on to scoff and say, “You say this everytime!” And if only he could keep saying it for just a little longer… Were they really going the same way? “I want to grow our family, James, and you know we’ve been talking about it for months now. Don’t you think it’d be nice?” Even if it wasn’t Dawn’s place to answer, no, no she didn’t think so. “There’d be a little tush toddling around the house; someone to dote on, care for. Didn’t your mom say she was looking for grandkids, anyways? I want to be a mommy, honey! And I’m sure you’d make a great dad, too!” ‘James,’ Dawn thought it was, simply exhaled; the kind of exhale that Katherine (which Dawn assumed was her name) could consider a strikingly positive one, and Dawn the exact opposite. “I suppose we can start looking to adopt.” A happy, yet sinister squeal escaped his wife as her husband apparently said all the things she wanted to hear; a beautiful symphony directed by the tongue and mouth, though to Dawn a screechy, rough and scratchy jargon of displeasing cacophony. And like that, it was predetermined that at random some poor soul would be abducted by these two maniac “aspiring parents.” “I love you so much! I just know we’ll be great parents!” She giggled, while Dawn gagged. “Oh! But I want to get a Portal Little.” She sounded oddly adamant, and Dawn felt herself tense up a little. “I don’t see why not, but why’s that?” “Think about it, honey,” she started to seem somber, though Dawn regarded it as one of many masks the beast could portray. “Haven’t you heard about their dimension? There’s no Amazons! All the poor things...who’s supposed to take care of them? What happens when they need to be fed, clothed, changed, cleaned...” Each and every supposed problem she listed off seemed to have dropped the weight of the world on her shoulders more and more, as she slowly talked herself to tears. “What if they have a nightmare?” Dawn blinked her eyes. That. That is what puts her over the edge? The Amazon mindset couldn’t have been more ignorant to the world of “Littles.” She hated using the term, because there were no “Littles” where she came from. There were just people. “Honey, I’m sure they manage just fine though...” Yes, James, they most certainly do. “You know that’s not true!” Katherine was starting to sound more and more emotionally invested. Just how passionate could the women be here? “Don’t you see how native Littles are here? It makes me worried sick when I see one without an Amazon, because they won’t have anyone to fall back on when something does happen to them. They’re just barely getting by! How do you expect an entire dimension of them to do just fine?” Dawn was ready to rub her temples, this was so idiotic. She wasn’t totally focused on what was happening in front of her though, because she realized a few seconds too late that the person in front of her had stopped and soon so did she once she collided with them. Stumbling back, she fell onto her bottom for a moment. Obviously, she was fine, as she tried to stand back up. “Oh, sweetie, are you okay?” An all too familiar voice started to speak with urgency, and sounded to be getting terrifyingly closer. Before Dawn could fully react, a pair of Amazon hands were already setting her upright. The grip was like iron, but was somehow a soft, gentle touch. A padded prison was the best way she could describe it. Dawn worriedly looked back to Stacy and the group, which seemed to be viewing another landmark, meaning Dawn at least had some time to finally shoo these two away. She turned her head back to who she imagined was Katherine, now seeing her for the first time. And it was likely her paranoia, but it was as if she could see the woman’s eyes twinkle as soon as they stared into each other... A light red head of hair, ending at an upright curl along the edges, reaching just above her shoulders, she wore a not too bad looking dress which reached her feet, and unfortunately because Dawn couldn’t ignore it, somehow contained her Amazon-sized breasts. Seriously, it was like she was sporting two Little-sized heads. The inner tips of her brows were pointed upright as she was obviously worrying over Dawn’s wellbeing, which was certainly doing well without her. “Uhm...I’m fine, thanks.” There wasn’t much gusto to her voice. Frankly she was a little afraid to talk back to an Amazon...and unfortunately after seeing that business woman from earlier, she believed the fear was well-placed. Even still, the woman ignored her as she could feel herself be pat down, likely getting the dust and dirt off that was never there to begin with. “Promise no boo-boos?” Katherine asked with a smile. “Nope. None.” Dawn answered much more plainly. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” She looked curious. That was the last thing Dawn wanted. Attention here was a dangerous thing, and she highly preferred keeping her head down and feet close to the ground. “Oh! Is this it right here?” Her eyes followed the obvious tell stuck to Dawn’s shirt; a sticker with Amazonian-grade adhesive, clearly labelling Dawn’s name in big, bold letters. “DAWN.” She had tried removing it earlier, but the thing wouldn’t budge! Every day if she wore something new she’d need to get a new one, and unless she could get an Amazon to remove it, she’d just have to hope that she didn’t like that outfit too much… “Dawn, that’s a very pretty name!” No, really, is it? “It’s very nice to meet you, Dawn,” she carried on the conversation anyways. “My name’s Katherine, and this is my husband, James!” Dawn practically felt like a child the way she infused such enthusiasm with the most simple of facts. Her husband truly did look like the peak of Amazonian genes, what-with him standing tall, clearly with a decent amount of muscle, and short, blonde hair. Unlike his wife, he didn’t seem to be fawning over a complete stranger, other than looking on curiously. By extension, it was a little frightening to think what might happen if she got on his bad side... “So, a little birdy told me that you’re a Portal Little, huh?” What did it even matter? Dawn tried to take a step back at subtly as she could. “Y...Yeah. What about it?” “Well, how do you like it here?” She gave a sincere smile, but it only put Dawn on edge even more. “It’s, uhm, colorful. Really, colorful.” “I’m happy to hear that,” she chuckled. “What’s your favorite part?” Were they seriously doing twenty questions right now? She had no desire or want to be interviewed by some woman looking to shop for a foreigner, but was admittedly afraid by what might happen if she try to cut it too short… “The vegetation.” It was the fastest thing she could think of, though not a complete lie, and trying to sound sophisticated. Maybe if she set herself apart from this woman’s delusions she might get out unscathed? “Oh, I like the trees and plants, too.” But did she really? It wasn’t exactly uncommon for an adult to pretend to take an interest in a kid’s likes, which was a strategy Dawn had a sinking feeling was being used against her. “We have a biiig garden at our house!” The way she stressed the size came along with expanding hand gestures. “That’s, er, really great. Homegrown food is always nice.” Dawn glanced behind her, hoping the group hadn’t left her behind. This was getting a little too close for comfort. “How long have you been here for?” “A week...just about.” Only now was she starting to think telling her all this information might be a bad idea… Though, how incriminating could her likes and dislikes be? “Today’s my last day.” Thankfully, she almost added. Had she been put under the spotlight like this any sooner, Dawn didn’t know if she could keep it together until the end of the trip. If she could fall under the Amazon’s radar so soon, then that’d mean there was plenty of more time to happen again... “Oh, really?” She almost sounded disappointed. Dawn smiled a little, still playing to the opposite end of the spectrum, quite happy of this fact. “Yep! We’re on our final tour, then we leave in the morning.” “Do you not think that it gets lonely, though?” Dawn raised her brows. “Lonely how?” “Not having any Amazons there? It’s only Littles, right?” “No, it’s neither,” Dawn sharply corrected, seeming borderline offended. “There are no Amazons or Littles. Just people. We all get along fine without the sort of practices you guys have here.” “But who takes care of you?” She genuinely seemed not to get it, and that annoyed Dawn even more. It’s like she was filtering out anything that didn’t agree with her sense of bias. Maybe if she weren’t looking through such a rose-tinted glass, she’d find that all Littles aren’t as one-dimensional as her ignorant people come to think… Of course all of this made her bitter; only able to think of good comebacks rather than saying them. Dawn considered herself smart, but she wasn’t brave, not at least in the face of two giants. And next thing you know, she’d probably start asking how she gets to the bathroom on her own. That’d be a whole lecture in itself. Needless to say, she wasn’t keen on sticking around for that part. “Listen, really, I don’t think we should be doing this,” Dawn tried to put the brakes before she said something she’d regret. The way the Amazon cocked her head to the side, looking innocently confused really helped seal the deal. “I’m not interested in comparing dimensions. You clearly have your views, and I have mine. It was nice meeting you, but I really need to get going now.” Dawn didn’t wait for an answer, and was honestly a little afraid of the consequences as she spun on her heel and moved back in with the group. She took her first step, second, then third. So she really could just walk away like that? She grinned a little, feeling an insurmountable confidence boost. Maybe Amazons weren’t as tough as she thought? She snickered. It took a few moments, but Dawn was lucky to be reunited with the group that kept marching onwards. Meanwhile, Katherine and James lingered there for a few moments longer as she got back to her feet with a sigh, brushing off the front of her dress. ”You alright, hon?” He asked compassionately, then eased off the pleasantries when it wasn’t about his wife. “She didn’t seem too friendly...” “I’m fine,” she weakly smiled. “I just think she was just a little scared of me… Where she comes from there aren’t any Amazons, after all.” Somberly, she reflected on her last comment, probably in a way Dawn would’ve despised. Before she could watch the girl go for any longer, she spun to fully face him with an exaggerated, selfish pout. “But you saw her, didn’t you? Ugh! And I thought the brown-haired one looked cute! Dawn looked so precious I can’t stand it! All the cute little things I could do with that hair… She looked like a porcelain doll! I wish we could’ve adopted her...” She looked once more at the one who got away, and was already feeling the return of a misery she’d just forced a lid over. Sometimes life truly just wasn’t fair... James remained quiet as he passively tapped his foot, thinking. “You never did ask her directly? There’s still time, you know?” Katherine was still quiet. She’d never felt so attached from a mere glance, and severing such a bond was too painful for her to bear. Is that why Amazons were always so insistent on adopting on the spot? She hated telling her heart no, as it was in the middle of its own tantrum, and it pained her to no end. “Well...we could always just take her?” Katherine then despite the dreary mood, stared at him, almost incredulously. “She was hanging at the back of the group, and people do it everyday? I can’t imagine it’d be hard since that’s how most adoptions are done nowadays.” Strangely enough, her husband’s suggestions actually made his wife seem hopeful, but then she looked crestfallen again. “No, that wouldn’t be right. Maybe if she were a native, but we don’t know what we could be taking from her as a Portal Little...” “Didn’t you say it yourself? It’s a dimension of exclusively Littles?” “Yes, but...” “Didn’t you also say that you wanted to adopt her? I can’t imagine a world run by Littles is exactly paradise, hon. I’m sure with enough time anybody could come to love a place like Libertalia, even someone like her. Not to mention she’d be a lot safer here than where she’s coming from now.” They were both quiet for a few seconds. “How...how about we take some time and get to know her for the day?” “But didn’t she say she’s leaving tomorrow? I don’t think she was very happy with me either...” “Katherine, you’re much more likable than you give yourself credit for,” he chuckled. “We’ll have her back where she needs to be if she does say no, then.” She still seemed on the fence, and he desperately wanted to give her clarity. “Hon, I can’t guarantee she’ll say yes, but I want to give you a chance at this. I have been a little apprehensive about having a Little…” his hand suddenly found hers, “but if it’s something you really want, then I want it too.” He looked at her with rock-solid determination, and it was enough to crush her indecisive-self entirely. “Oh, James!” She pulled her husband into a tight hug, then looked back ahead with a little more excitement. He truly was the wind beneath her wings, and whenever the sun may not shine, he’d be right beside her like a glowing beam! “Let’s hurry before they go!” It wasn’t a sure shot, but the opportunity made her want to stay hopeful. She didn’t know how, but she was positive she could convince her! From all the parenting books she had read, she knew it was never an easy adjustment, for a Little, but there was something that compelled her to feel so certain this was destiny. Fate was telling her to take a chance, and she not only wanted to bring happiness to herself and her husband, but as well to a new and special member in the Teller household! Dawn was still in the back in the group, trying to shrug off the weird experience she had just had. Seriously, she’d have a treasure trove of weird things to tell her boyfriend about when she got home… This kind of place was a once in a lifetime experience, meaning she only wanted to see this kind of place once only in her entire life. “Hey, were you alright back there?” Surprisingly, it came from the brown-haired girl, the one in jeans, with also the apparently cute butt… “Yeah...thanks for asking.” As if the fear were still sitting on her shoulder, she peeked behind her once more, and thankfully nothing tipped her off. “The Amazons here are fucking crazy...” “I’ll say,” she sighed. “As soon as I heard them talking about me...” she shuddered. “Can you imagine what they must do to people like us here?” “Unfortunately we’ve already seen some of the stuff they do...” Her eyes wandered to Stacy’s back. “Can we even trust our own tour guide?” “Your guess is as good as mine. I think I’ve had enough hand-holding for every time I want to cross the damn street.” They both shared a laugh as they kept moving. “I don’t think we’ve met, yet? Well, I mean I think we did when Stacy made us do that stupid icebreaker at the hotel, but not, like, officially, officially.” “I’m Heather. You?” “Dawn. Nice to meetcha.” “So what’s the reason you’re on this tour?” Dawn was the first to ask. “Call me weird, but, just to see if a place like this really existed?” She didn’t look so sure herself. “I thought I was reading some tabloid or something when the flyer came in my mail. I really must have been pretty dumb to follow up on it, not thinking of it as junk mail right from the get-go. How about yourself?” Dawn merely laughed. “What’s so funny?” “Nothing, just that our stories are pretty much carbon copies of each other. I had some time off of college, so I figured why not?” “Ooh, college girl, huh? What’s your major?” “English. Partly because I’m a fan of literature...” she almost seemed sheepish over her guilty pleasure. “What do you do?” “I work at a restaurant as a waitress. Nothing too special about it,” she smiled, seemingly content, but Dawn couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, as if she herself were just showing off by comparison. “What college?” “One in Massachusetts? Where’s the restaurant you work?” “Cali,” Heather blinked, and soon her friend did too. “It’s weird, but I guess it kinda makes sense anywhere in the world you could cross through the portal...” “Yeah...” Dawn thought for a few seconds. “Definitely...” “Anyways though, I have had plenty of my fill for this trip. Yeah, it’s nice and all, but there’s too many people at home I’d miss, and I can do without all the predators more than twice my size...” “Totally. My boyfriend probably won’t believe half the stuff I have to tell him from this trip. And if he does, he’ll think I’m a complete maniac for going in the first place!” “Right?” Heather nodded in complete and total agreeance. “It’s like that one saying. What is it? If nobody is around to hear the tree fall, did it actually? That basically sums up this vacation experience.” It wasn’t how it went verbatim, but by no means was Dawn going to judge her for it. It was more her own peeve that picked up on it, though of course she’d ignore them. She was right, though. If you weren’t around to experience something like this, how could you believe it secondhand? “Hey, so, what were those two people talking to you about?” “You saw them?” “Er, yeah… Sorry I didn’t step in. They were checking out my ass and all...” There was a moment of silence, then they both laughed. “No, it’s fine, I understand.” Still, Dawn didn’t like to think how she would’ve been reacting if she hadn’t gotten away so smoothly. Depending on how things went, the difference between a bystander or an active participant could have vastly changed the outcome. “I fell over and the female one was acting like I practically broke my leg.” She could still feel the phantom pats all over her body. “That, and I guess she was a little curious about our dimension.” Hopefully that’s all it was. “They didn’t say anything about me, did they?” The stupid laundry list of questions she was asked by the Amazon came to mind. “No, I think you’re in the clear,” Dawn smirked. She sighed in relief. “That’s good. Still, I can’t get over that. Like, really? Making tiny adults babies forever? Or at least until you get sick of them? How does shit like that even get popular?” “Again, no idea.” Something strange suddenly popped back into her head. “Actually, they were talking about how a daycare was opening near there place, and how it was a ‘sign’ to adopt. Do they really have places for babified Littles?” “Or even worse, a place for Littles and actual babies...” They both seemed to be contemplating equally as heavy thoughts. “Ugh, I’m so done talking about this stuff. Mind if we change over to something a bit more, like, cheery?” For once she looked fully ahead. “By the way, I think we’re kinda lagging behind. Maybe we should pick up the pace?” “Sure, let me just grow another four feet and I’ll get back to ya on that,” Dawn lightheartedly jabbed. It felt nice to finally have someone to talk to this trip, even if it was on the last full day. Heather stole the lead as she walked a little faster, and Dawn took her next step forward, already priming herself for a little jog, but her heart skipped a beat once her next step, expecting to hit the ground, missed somehow quite poorly, lazily launching her leg down. Having an obvious doubletake, only then did she process the shockingly fast motion which had her whisked fully into the air; countless, many feet into the air. She yelped from the surprise alone, and her shout got Heather’s attention, who expecting to find her at her height stared wide-eyed at the spectacle as she tilted her head back and upwards, in what could only be complete and total fear. H...huh? Why...why was Heather so far away? More importantly, why was she so far off the ground? Before she even realized it, adrenaline was seeping into her veins, and it terrified her because her body was realizing a threat before even she could. Did someone pick her up? They had to, otherwise she wouldn’t be so high off the ground! She flailed her arms and legs helplessly, as she was faced away from the perpetrator and was trapped in their soft, yet firm grip. “Heather? What’s going on? Please!” Frantically, and descending into a maddening panic, she shouted her newfound friend’s name, who when turning back simply looked to tremble as she backed away. Why wasn’t she saying anything? She backed away from the evil Amazon Dawn still had yet to see, and backed away from Dawn. But what could she do? A Little taking on an Amazon? Even beyond the lawful restrictions of something so foolish, the biology didn’t exactly argue in the dwarf’s favor either. And clearly Heather realized this as well, as though she trembled and started shaking, something finally must have clicked for her, because she turned 180 degrees and bolted. “No! NO! PLEASE!” At the turn of a dime her worst fears were being realized. She kept wildly trying to turn her head, so much that her neck might snap; hoping to identify the threat. It was too much to process, how a complete and total stranger could instantly condemn her current way of life and jam-pack her into something much more demeaning, devaluing, and dehumanizing. Her heart was ready to burst from the sheer shock of it all. Teary-eyed she kept calling, screaming for help, and it only became worse when the one holding her turned in the opposite direction and by proxy so did Dawn. Full-blown streams of tears rolled down her cheeks as she was so easily whisked away from what she thought was assured security. Her life flashed before her eyes; saying goodbye to all that she had known as adulthood, her old dimension, friends and family. All of it; gone, in one simple fell swoop. “Please, please! Don’t take me!” Her thick voice trembled and struggled to make coherent sentences. In the frantic and reckless pursuit to survive, all she could maintain were her worried and tear-filled pleas. “I’ll do anything, so just let me go, please! Please! PLEASE!” She didn’t even know who she was crying to for mercy, because the weight of the world had hit her so heavily, she stopped processing it altogether. Every moment she stay kidnapped, it was another that meant she stray further from the group; the only people that knew she wasn’t of this world, who had a place, and a life in a totally different dimension. It was almost funny, in a sick and twisted way; how quickly the psyche can devolve in such a short amount of time, given what can be perceived as life-threatening circumstances. Dawn didn’t think this person wanted to kill her, but certainly wanted impose life-changing circumstances upon her, hence the manic panic. As if it’d protect her, or more so that she couldn’t handle it, she sealed her eyes shut, crying harder and harder as she felt the rise and fall of every step her kidnapper took, meaning there was more and more distance between them and salvation. She pushed, shoved and kicked against what held her, but it may as well have been trying to move a mountain. She heard the swing of a door; they entered some kind of building; one further degree of separation that made her panic even more. Then they seemed to stop moving. She was still most certainly being held, but she finally had a place to sit, as she was being pressed into something large and soft. And as everything seemed to stop, except for her tears, she didn’t feel a hair touch her head, and that’s what scared her the most right now. It became the common dilemma of whether or not to fear the punishment itself, or the unknown amount of time it would take for it to strike. Her throat started to hurt, as she couldn’t will herself to beg any further, but for some, irrational reason, she figured if she did stop, then it truly would be the end. “Please...please don’t do this to me…!” Dawn finally opened her eyes, and beyond the tears she could see she was being pressed into not an immovable anchor, but in fact the combination of a woman’s torso and bosom. An Amazonian one, at that. She nervously bit her lip, mutely looking around, seeing that the situation was just as terrible as she had feared. But when she looked up, it was the worst, most terrible sinking feeling she could ever experience. Trapped in its devilish claws, she’d been abducted by Satan himself. “Have we finally finished the waterworks, sweetiepie?” Somehow Dawn found it in herself to keep whimpering, as she looked at who had taken her, and sentenced her to an unspeakable fate. “Wh-why? Why are you doing this?” Her red lips formed a smile, as she looked down on the distraught, ruined Portal Little. The way she smirked, it seemed as if her extra chin did as well, and Dawn could feel the rise and fall of her massive chest, attached to her massive, husky, plump body. Her orange, ginger perm went horribly with her entire look; the exact kind of person you would imagine to be a kidnapper. She adjusted her circle-rim glasses as with her other hand, a long-nailed finger tapped Dawn’s shoulder, who kept wincing with each, innocent touch, but it still made her cry. The demeaning attempts to calm her only made it worse; feeling the bounce to the woman’s knee, as if her hysterics over being kidnapped could be solved with some simple and fun gravity. Clearly she looked beyond Dawn’s cracking composure though, as she went on to coo, “Oh I just knew you were the one at first sight!” The Amazonian stranger fawned and fawned, whilst Dawn further and further felt herself drowning in the recesses of her own mind. “You look like a doll! And from now on you will be! What’s your name, honey bunches?” Then she chuckled in the same, syrupy tone she’d started with. “Actually, it doesn’t matter. From now on you’re going to be Abigail.” She didn’t even pose it as a question, or fish for confirmation. She set a fact into place; carved it into stone. Dawn was speechless, as her worst expectations were being met in full. “Who even...” her voice was quiet, panic-stricken. “Who are you?” “From now on I’m mama, my little baby!” The excitement on her face was close to driving Dawn to madness. A set of fat, wet lips made a mortifying noise as they pressed into her bare forehead, leaving behind a sickening wetness where they touched. It was all happening too fast, as with each and every demand this woman made, she could feel a hammer driving a nail into her; pinning her exactly where this sick and twisted person desired her. She had no name; not one that Dawn deserved to know. No. All she needed to do was recognize who her new “parent” was. But Dawn was too broken to try and resist logically. Bargaining was the only thing on her mind, because if not that, then she would truly have nothing left. “Please...just let me go. I promise I’ll do anything, just let me go…!” “Really? You mean it?” The Amazon looked closely at her with a scrutinizing eye. Dawn, dumbfounded for an endless multitude of reasons, rushedly nodded her head, unsure whether or not to believe in the woman’s promise, but damn-well willing to try. Dawn could almost squeal, and find for once a happy reason to cry as she was set back onto the ground. Was it...was it really that easy? Home! She could go back home! Trying to forget such trauma, she already spun for the door, just now taking stock to realize they were in some sort of public bathroom. “Abigail!” the woman shouted, and Dawn oddly enough freezed on command, despite very much not being Abigail. “We made a deal, didn’t we?” “Y...yes...” What did she want? Wait, why was she calling her Abigail? She looked back to the door for a brief moment, longing for the freedom that was teased right before her. Could Dawn make it for the exit if she just kept running? The woman looked like she had some weight to her...and that massive bag she had could probably slow her down, too… Was it worth squandering her good graces, though? “I let you go, now you need to do a few things for me, sweetheart...” The way she smiled unsettled Dawn immensely, but gulping, she slowly agreed. “Come a little closer,” she beckoned with a hand, and on shaky feet Dawn managed to come a little closer, despite every fibre of her being telling her to make a break for it. The massive bag she noted from earlier was set onto the ground, and it very well looked like it could have been a duffel bag, it was so large. The Amazon got on her knees, and looked to be fishing through it. “And don’t think about making a step for that exit, young lady, or else you’ll have already earned your first spanking.” The threat Dawn had no doubt was sincere, but she was still beyond confused. If she had been let go, why was this woman still acting like she was her guardian? “Ah! Here we are~!” What she produced sent a chill down Dawn’s spine. It was a white, plastic rectangle; folded nice and neatly into its commercialized form. And to ensure no details were left to the imagination, the Amazon happily fanned it out, and Dawn quaked further and further as she fully saw the undergarment in its entire, infantile splendor. “Do you know what these are, Abby?” She asked in a motherly tone, and Dawn quietly pleaded no. She pretended as if she answered. “That’s right! They’re pull-ups! Pull-ups just for you! Aren’t you special, huh?” Slowly, but in a quickening pace she shook her head more and more. “P-p-Please, n-no…!” Dawn had become too much of an emotional and mental wreck to coordinate herself properly, she tried to turn around, but instead fell on the ground, whilst her tormentor watched with sickly enjoyment. “Aww, look at my little tot! It’s okay, honey, I already planned to keep you as a toddler, anyways...” She started to scream once she took hold of Dawn’s ankles, dragging her closer across the tiles. In two simple strokes her shoes were off, and next were her socks so easily plucked. Apparently her constant cries were starting to get on the woman’s nerves though, because looking aggravated, Dawn grew vocally limp when a sharp slap collided with her thigh. She sobbed, feeling as if she’d just been charged stiff by a static shock. It came with such force, it was as if her very core was struck. She maddeningly looked to the woman. “Now that is enough, Abigail!” The violent woman hissed. “I tried to be very gentle with you from the start, but if you’re going to throw a fit over every little thing, I’m not going to be patient with you!” It all suddenly clicked for her. This woman never intended to let her go. They’d never even made a deal to begin with. She was still very well-within this porker’s grasp; dancing in the palm of her hand. This whole charade was all one big game to her… She was just amused in trying to force Dawn into her own submission, and by the looks of it so far, she hated to acknowledge that she was winning. While Dawn thought there might still be a fighting chance, this demon was busy fitting out her ultimate demise... “Now are you ready to listen, or should we move onto that spanking?” Dawn became wide-eyed, unable to imagine the physical force that this woman could pack behind an open palm. It didn’t matter if the punishment were childish; it was a threat of genuine pain. If a slap to the thigh could make her blubber, she couldn’t imagine she’d walk out the same person after a full-blown spanking… The exit already felt so distant now, and everything was quickly reaching an emotionally exhausting point, she’d been expended far too much to fight both battles of escape and preservation, and bitterly found herself needing to make a choice. Dawn merely nodded her head, with her now-messy hair hanging lazily with her downward gaze. “Good.” She smugly smiled. “Now you can prove it to me by taking off those pants of yours.” It was all expected, and the worst was how it was going to happen by her own hand. She was approaching an inevitable demise, and she was powerless to stop it, and in fact become part of the destruction itself. Her final line of defense to her dignity, she tried not to cry too hard when she undid the single button, then finally the zipper. Though of course, she still wanted to try. If there was a voice left in her, she felt compelled to use it. “P-p-please. I just wanna go home!” “Should we switch to diapers then? Is that what you want?” “No!” Dawn quickly shouted, then started to moan and quiver over her reaction. She was trying to negotiate over something she’d been involuntarily subjected to; fighting for agency that’d been unrightfully taken from her. Nevertheless, her jeans fell to her ankles, and her final line of defense was on full display. The Amazon looked quite pleased, as Dawn tried to cover her crotch covered by her pink panties. She knew she was going to lose them, but dear God did she want to hang onto them for dear life. But what stopped her was the absolute fear from how she’d be punished for it. “Now are you going to be good?” “Y-y...yes...” Dawn mouthed defeatedly. “Take them off.” She begged and she begged, falling off the cusp of sanity as at the same time she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her underwear. It was all so strange; so surreal. They didn’t even feel like her own hands, rather, alien appendages invading her privates. And they might as well have been, since her hands were no longer her own; following orders from an absolute monster. She could feel every woven thread in the fabric slip across her skin, afraid it would be the very last time she’d ever embrace such comforting clothes. The self-proclaimed “mama” was simply infatuated with the scene. While Dawn drove herself to a state of total ruin, this woman enjoyed every step of the way, looking to be eating up every morsel of misery and embarrassment. Dawn nearly fell over twice by the time she got her panties off. She was a complete and total blubbering mess. A sick and twisted giggle came from the Amazon as she clasped her over-decorated hands together, leading to the slight jingle and jangle of the gold bands around her girthy wrists. “Abby! You look adorable! Come and give Mama a kiss!” For once Dawn didn’t listen, or at least looked beyond the capacity of processing normal commands, which is why a guiding hand wrapped behind her and nudged her forward, just about knocking her of her balance. She seemed to be stuck in a trance, or was too scared to disobey once she let the large set of lips plant themselves against her cheek. Maybe it was all a devilish ploy to get her pants and panties though, because unknowingly she’d stepped out of them, and it sent Dawn into a new frenzy once they were no longer on the ground and instead in her hand. “Honestly, how did you get by in these flimsy things?” She stretched the panties curiously well-beyond their capacity, and Dawn was just about to stop her until what she was afraid of happened. There was a brief noise of shredding, and suddenly one piece of fabric became two. Dawn looked on quietly as so with her panties, so did her spirit go too. “Whoopies!” She innocently chuckled, holding the torn pair of underwear. “Guess I was right about them not being so great, huh?” Dawn instead looked on in teary anger, biting her tongue to the point it just might bleed. “Well, we’ll take care of those later...” And into the bag they went, Dawn spent her time fully covering her privates, realizing her new and much more terrifying dilemma. “Why are you doing this?” Dawn, finally out of tears, coldly asked. “What do you mean, sweetie?” This beast had the gaul to play dumb. “Changing your undies?” Her eye probably twitched, as she looked at her in sheer disbelief. How could they switch to such extremes so easily? One moment a pure sadist, and the next a doting mother? Or...maybe in the end, maybe they never changed. They were everything all at once at any given moment, and simply their countless layers drifted to the surface in shifts. Dawn then winced, as she looked at her bare thigh. There was already a large red spot from where she’d been maimed, and it further reinforced her fears of crossing this woman. But it all made it so much worse when she coaxed her forward, holding what sent her into a panic from the start. Nowhere near close to panties, and seeing its white, crinkly form, Dawn could see the rectangular padding strain against the plastic backing to it. It thinned into simple paper around the waist; not like the exquisite fabrics she once wore. There were no detailed embroidery on it, and instead smiling butterflies and bees. It was a sick and twisted insult to what she once wore. “Now who’s ready for a pull-up?” The way she held it so expectantly, it was as if she were waiting for her to jump into the damn thing. Dawn didn’t budge, still protecting her modesty, and the Amazon annoyedly sighed. Dawn wasn’t nearly quick enough to react, as with a simple shove she was on her bottom, feeling the cold tiles touch her skin made her shiver. And in her state of confusion, a mix of plastic, padding and paper was snaked around her feet and through her legs. The Amazonian force behind it forced her upright and back onto her feet, as the pull-up fell into place around her hips once it was further tugged upwards. The unusual girth to the crotch forced her legs just slightly apart. She could only blink, feeling the invasive cotton pressed against her crotch. No...she wasn’t. She couldn’t be… The Amazon, meanwhile, squealed with an ear-bleeding delight as she further invaded Dawn’s privacy, running her nail along the elastic bands running over her legs. Dawn was too mortified to do anything. She’d never actually expected it to happen. To happen to her. Dawn looked to her toes, and could see the padding was well-pronounced, curving down and over. She looked down, as if to follow it, all the way until it reached between her legs; curving fully like a dome, the perfect outer shell. She pressed a hand to it, and as soon as she felt and heard the crinkle, fresh tears found their way. “Now why are you crying, Abby?” She continued to pretend as if she didn’t understand. “I thought you liked your pull-ups? Do you really want your diapers back that badly?” “I DON’T WANT ANY OF IT!” Already on death’s door, she saw little reason to restrain herself any further. Her voice had already been through such trial and tribulation, though, it came out raspy and weak. The Amazon looked to be winding up for another slap, and from the threat alone it made Dawn snap into two, as she fell to her knees, sobbing. The slap never came, and all there was was the crinkling from Dawn’s new underpants. “I can’t be a baby! I’m an adult! Why can’t you see that?” She shouted in a disoriented slur, eyeing the Amazon with such malice, but from the outside looking in, it was probably nowhere near as fierce as she’d of hoped. She was already preparing her next string of insults, but that time would not come to pass, as a silicon bulb was forced into her mouth; first her freedom to the bathroom, and now to speech. What more would be taken from her? She tried to scream when the next part happened, but it was impossible considering her mouth was no longer hers. The bulb to the appropriately-sized pacifier felt the heavy push coming from the Amazon’s finger against the shield, and in tune with her presses, the bulb grew in size. It was at first something Dawn could dance around her tongue, and most importantly remove, but that was quickly becoming not the case. One pump. Two pumps. Three. She felt as if her jaw were going to snap, the pain was so sudden and merciless. She started to gag; unable to breath. It was going to be a quick death, and maybe there was some solace in that. As she struggled, she couldn’t sit still, ignoring the crinkley waddle to her step as she tried to keep herself alive. Or maybe she should’ve been going for the opposite. Maybe death was better than this kind of torture. She didn’t know whether to feel pained or relieved to remember that she could breathe through her nose. It sounded loud and frantic as her nostrils struggled to compensate for the loss of an entire orifice. She tried pulling on the ring of the pacifier, but seeing as the tinier version had slipped behind her teeth, and was now far too large to get past them, the pacifier was effectively locked inside her mouth. It didn’t stop her from pulling a few more times, but the pain caused her to wince, and the jerking motion she used tugged the rest of her body along with it; a testament to how cemented the device was in her body. It’d become an extension of her. “You can have your words back Abby once I think you’re ready to use them.” She huffed impatiently, and Dawn simply resigned herself to a meander. There was no point in resisting. Nothing Dawn could do mattered, as it’d always be a tiny rebellion easily quelled by a means of sheer force. She angrily tugged at the elastic waistband to the pull-up, hoping to at least damage the material, and in some way get back at this twisted bitch. A slap to the wrist made her yelp though, or at least make a noise behind the pacifier, seeing as she no longer had speech. “You are under no circumstances allowed to touch your panties. Got it?” Dawn didn’t know what was worse: the slap, the pull-up, or the Amazon thinking they were still panties. Bitterly, she nodded her head, feeling terribly crestfallen. “Now come on, take Mummy’s hand,” outstretched and waiting for her, Dawn nearly debated further resistance, but a mere split-second was all it took to review what disobedience had got her thus far. Hence why she did place her tiny hand into the much larger one. The only comparison for touch she had was that one other Amazon on the sidewalk. It was easy enough to tell this woman’s grip was much more firm and cared less for what might be on the receiving end of it, but on a sublevel they were in totally different leagues. Neither one was good, but the other was certainly better. “Wait.” What now? What more could she do to the poor girl? The Amazon knelt down to get closer to Dawn, but make no mistake in that she still easily held the high-ground. Dawn was visibly shaking as the hand came closer to her, so terrified that she sealed her eyes shut. Something on her shirt was grabbed and being pulled forward at an angle. She did her best to resist, pulling away from it, which resulted in a noise of adhesive tearing from cloth. Opening her eyes, she could now see what had been done. Slightly curled into the shape of a cylinder, hung the name sticker that was just attached to Dawn’s shirt; the tag that had her name on it. For something she spoke so bitterly of before, now she was feeling quite desperate to have it back, considering it was quite literally the last thing that gave her an identity here. “Please, give it back!” Dawn tearily whined, but it hurt even more when her words came out as mumbles and incoherent murmurs. So quickly she’d forgotten the silicon mass that was occupying her mouth. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” the woman cooed. “I’ll make sure all your pretty onesies and rompers have your name stitched on them, okay? We won’t need these silly stickers anymore.” And without hesitation she tossed it into the trash bin. Dawn wouldn’t have too much of a problem reaching the top of the bin, but what was much more daunting was to try and reach the bottom. They were all pointless hypotheticals though, because she was already being tugged along again to the exit. Only then did it register she was going outside half-naked. She tried to whine and complain to the woman, to Mama, but all it amounted to was more pacifier gibberish. And even that would come to stop as Dawn earned herself another slap on the thigh, reminding her why she was crying to begin with. “What has gotten into you, Abigail?” She tutted, and wordlessly Dawn kept pointing to her pull-ups. Finally, something clicked for the willfully ignorant beast. “You’re embarrassed about your undies?” Finally! Something got through to her! “Is that all?” Or...maybe not. One to make a mountain out of a molehill in any circumstance, she howled with laughter as she cupped the front of the pull-up and lifted her hand as she squeezed it. Dawn’s heart skipped a beat as she suddenly came off the ground, wrapping her hands around the woman’s arm for security. “But actually, you are walking around bare-footed... And we don’t want those little piggies on the yucky floor, do we? No we don’t!” She kept making syrupy noises and faces, but it scared Dawn, watching as the monster tried to act human. Her posture ended with her legs trying to wrap themselves around her generously-sized torso, and hooking her arms around her neck. Nothing was going to change her pretty pull-up being on full display, but in the Amazon’s words, at least she didn’t have to stand on the yucky floor… The pair leaned over as the Amazon hoisted the large bag back over her shoulder, and Dawn could feel the rise and fall with each step as they neared the exit. “Okay, Abby, now it’s just a short little trip back to the car! Mummy lives in the city next to this one, so we’re gonna have you take your nappy-wappy in the car, got it?” It was all going to happen regardless, so Dawn barely even registered what she was saying. Four words perturbed her especially, however, which was ‘next to this one.’ She was leaving the city, and judging by the suggestion of a nap, she’d be sleeping for at least an hour, which meant at least an hour’s distance from here; from potential safety, as well as from the hotel which would get her home. It was only getting worse and Dawn was running out of ways to feasibly cope. Everything had dealt such heavy blows to her in such rapid succession she couldn’t bear to endure another violent shot to her morale. She jerked a little as her body tried to muster a hiccup, and despite it being the shoulder of her arch-nemesis, she weepily set her head on the woman’s shoulder. “Awwh, already getting started on your nap? Once you wake up you’ll be in your new home! Mummy has all the Little-friendly channels, too! That means lotsa cartoons for my baby girl. Doesn’t that sound fun? Huh? Huh?” Even when she tried to surrender she couldn’t, as with the woman’s incessant coos and the occasional crinkly bounce, shuteye was impossible. If she thought it was all one bad dream, hearing the outside world fade back into the noises she could hear was an unfortunate argument to that belief. It didn’t matter where they were going. Dawn couldn’t do anything about it. She could not struggle or speak. She could only be a spectator to her own demise. And apparently the woman was getting impatient, because she started to pick up the pace. Dawn sullenly watched the ground beneath them, the world covered in a haze as her eyelids were only part way opened. “You there! Stop!” Who was in trouble now? Dawn could only imagine it was another unfortunate Little. So quickly she’d learned the ways of this world though. Now that they were on someone’s radar, they were as good as dead. They were going faster, but clearly the woman’s body wasn’t meant for physical activity, because Dawn could hear her starting to breathe a bit more heavily. Dawn was doing her best to try and pass out; anything to cease this waking nightmare. She knew how this world worked. Enough to know that this was it for her. Somehow, she was inspired to panic again as a finger crept its way into the legband of her pull-up, causing her to squirm uncomfortably. She wanted to whine. She wanted to protest, but it was getting old, constantly remembering she had no ability to speak, so instead all she could do was weep. She winced when she felt the sharp prick on her delicate backside, squeezing the woman tighter for emotional support. It didn’t matter what she was holding, as long as there was something she could take her physical frustration out on. The Amazon went on to massage Dawn’s backside, crinkling all the way. It was all sensory overload at this point. Everything was a blurry mess and she had a growing headache. Maybe some rest would do her good. As the world spun on its axis, Dawn suspended from a chain violently shook from the whiplash. It was getting worse, so much worse. She saw double earlier because she was caught in a daze, but now she was seeing triple. Quadruple. “You! With the bag! Stop!” Amidst all the noise, it was wonderful to hear it slowly dimming into nothing. Her small migraine was fading as so was she. It gave her less of a headache when she kept her eyes shut too. “That’s it, Abby, you must be all tuckered out, huh?” A hand stroked the back of her head, but Dawn was too out of it to think of an insult. How did she know she was tired? Well, maybe she was showing the signs... Processing her surroundings came second to absorbing the calming atmosphere. Her original tight squeeze from having her bum stuck with something sharp was fading into a weak hold. Dawn’s senses were becoming quite limited, because she was tired, of course, but she could feel they came to a sudden stop. “Ma’am? Would you mind stopping to answer a few questions?” The voice was distant and echoey. “Why?” The voice was vicious and defensive. “I found her! I know how things work!” Despite the fire and passion, it sounded even more distant from the first. “I’m going to need you to step over here...” The way the sentence ended, it was just as Dawn heard it. Though it sounded as if there were more words to follow, they never came. Either that, or she didn’t hear them. What she didn’t know however was that no one was lowering their voices. Everyone was quite up close and personal, speaking volumes in commanding and emotional voices. All that changed was Dawn’s perception of the outside world. After all, how could she when in a drug-induced sleep?

Alex shifted again, and tried to pull his arms at least a bit loose. This position was far from comfortable, and his back was getting sore. He wondered what it said about his new masters that he was to be found this way. Did they know how uncomfortable it was? Did they want him to be sore? An answer either yes or no could mean a lot. Of course, the fact that he was chosen as a sissy baby said a lot as it was. There was something of an unspoken hierarchy at the training institute. It depended a lot person to person, but their were some general rules that could be said depended on the harshness, or embarrassment, related to the job. At the top were the merely unstated submissives. They were there to serve, with no real, and as long as they behaved were treated well. After that came the ‘animals,’ either work horses intended to pull their masters around or pet kittens and puppies, they were treated well, if condescendingly. Then came the punishment subs, there to take spankings, be degraded, and tied for their masters pleasure. Underneath them all were the babies. Some could live pretty good lives and be treated well, finding themselves essentially just living to be cuddled and coddled, but that was often not the case. It was hard to feel any sort of pride when all others were baking away from the smell of your diapers. Alex was the lowest from of these. Not just a baby, but a sissy baby and a punishment sub at that. He had become well acquainted with rope and paddles while there, and the diapers and dresses simply added a whole new level of humiliation. Alex pondered slightly. As most had guessed, if that is what his masters wanted, it did not bode well for him. Whoever was paying want him degraded as much ass possible. Most ended up living essentially as their training had done. Some, however, were lucky. They were punished and trained to a low level then brought to their masters as if being rescued, receiving love and affection, and forming a strange form of bond from the knowledge of what they were being kept from. Others got the exact opposite. Even within the categories, the harshness, strictness and length of training varied. Some masters wanted subs with fight left in them that they could spank out over time. Others would switch their subs theme upon arriving, leaving the poor, bewildered submissive confused and having to go through training again. The ones that Alex pitied the most were, ironically, barely even punished at training. Their masters wanted the opposite idea then the rest received. They were praised, given freedoms, and given rewards to build up a sense of pride that the masters could have fun breaking. They were often even given authority over the other submissives, who were told to keep mum about the poor fools fates. Sometimes they’d come back with their masters later, tears streaming down their faces, their pride shattered, their delusions gone as they were laughed at by the ones they had looked down on. Alex himself had been spanked by a few confused submissives only to later see them crawling around In diapers themselves, now bigger bawling babies then anyone, their pride making the fall all the worse. Somehow they never seemed to learn until it was too late. Alex groaned at the binds and his stiff muscles. He was beginning to feel hungry again. How long had he been there? He would have thought it was only one night, but there were no windows, and it felt like a lot longer. He prayed his masters were in the kindest category, hoping for him to see them as some kind of saviors, but he craved being untied whether or not they were. It was more likely that he was meant to be the baby he was dressed as anyway. This could still mean different things, as rumors always came back about what the babies got in the outside world. Some were treated merely as that, infants for their ‘parents’ to take care of, nothing more. Some existed for humiliation, spending long nights tied in messy diapers and over laps getting spanked in public. Some were there to work and please their masters, their clothing adding a form of mocking comedy to otherwise adult tasks. Some lived for pleasure, receiving toys and other benefits, others were deliberately denied it, being brought close to it then returned to whine and moan in their diapers. Some lived to train people to take care of real babies, used for diaper changing demonstrations, some were mascots for small sports teams and organizations or public draws to restaurants and game rooms. Others still were even given to younger people, treated as playthings, live in dolls for the amusement of children. Most did not know what it was going to be until they got there. He shuddered at the thought, and prayed it was one of the better ones. He tried to think of the cruelty of someone who would subject him to it. Could he really blame them though? He had, after all, written all those stories... but those were fiction, not reality... was there a difference? Yet there he was, an adult, diapered, sissified... The training varied from person to person, but for babies there were some general themes. The life in a nursery, the wearing diapers, and being given toys were all common. Most were fed, and most were taught to use their diapers. Some were deliberately made incontinent, being given pills and hypnosis to render them diaper dependent. Alex avoided this, though you never would tell from watching him. A messy diaper around his waist was a common theme in his life. Like all babies, he slept in a crib, and was taken care of like a baby in his ‘home.’ This home was the residence while he stayed in the institute. As usual, he was the only baby there. The other themes were represented similarly, there were pets, work animals, slaves, sissies, and other kinds of submissives, but rarely more than one or two of each at a time. There were also groups of non submissives who went in and out of living there like a hostel, and more still that came by and paid to gawk and laugh. They usually paid to see due to their own sadistic kinks or schadenfreude, and the fact that they beleived the people there had earned their punishment made them all the more vicious in their laughing and teasing. This was for a serious, if subtle reason. If the submissive felt rare, and they were constantly faced with a new group of people, it kept the helplessness and embarrassment of their situation fresh. As had been explained to Alex, the reason a sissy male was embarrassed to be in a dress was because men didn’t wear dresses. If Alex had spent his life surrounded by other sissy babies, eventually it wouldn’t seem to be strange at all. From the ‘homes,’ the submissive would be taken daily to training, this time along with the similarly dressed brethren. As a sissy baby, Alex would join a long and often smelly line of grown adults in diapers, feeling absolutely ridiculous as they were paraded, all holding a rope like children, toward class. Once there, they were trained as a group, with variations for their individual master’s desires. They would be given kindergarten like classes on basic subjects to reduce them and bring their thinking to that of a babies. Sometimes they’d deliberately be given fake information, being forced to learn math wrong or memorize a made up alphabet. They’d then be tested on it, and have their place hammered home when they failed tests seemingly made for children. From there it was more kink related training. They’d be taught to be submissive, with a long list of humiliating and painful punishments, from spankings and being tied up, to more childish such as time outs and mouth soaping’s. They were trained to behave as their masters wanted, forced to crawl around, play with children’s toys, and mess their diapers. They were even trained to act up from time to time, practicing throwing tantrums or acting as brats. Some were slowly rendered incontinent, some were given potty training which was deliberately made impossible, then told they were in diapers because they failed, and others were simply ignored until they messed themselves, and at times kept in them until they were used to the feeling. Whatever a master wanted, he could get, and the trainers bet their careers on making it happen. Alex wasn't given a chance. There was no effort to untrain or to pretend to train. This, he figured, meant whoever he was going to meet in the morning wanted someone who was able to control their functions, but still used to diapers. Did that mean they intended to some kind of joke potty training routine? Was it meant to be successful, with him finally getting out of the childish undergarments, or not? Would they go the opposite route, subjecting him to hypnosis and bizarre diets? He doubted that one, if they wanted that they could have done it already. There was a chance they'd keep him in diapers but let him use the toilet, or present themselves as the saviors of the degradation he had suffered... It was possible, and he hoped for it, but he had learned not to hope for too much. Something told him that wasn't the case. The most likely was that they'd keep him in some variation of what he had before- continent, but with no way to tell that based on what he wore (or, he thought blushing, he smelled like), giving them control over when it happened and whether or not he'd be punished... he shuddered. What else could tell him what to expect? Another aspect of the training was physical exercise. Prior to arriving, Alex had trained and competed in mixed martial arts, leaving him in decent shape. However, he's be a fool to think that would have continued. There were two things that changed it from the exercise he expected. The first was what was considered 'in shape.' Like all other parts, this varied from person to person. The emphasis was on looking the way the master's wanted, not on health and especially not on function. If anything, strength was discouraged. They used specific training, diet, and various skin care to achieve this. For some, like the 'pack animals,' as he called them, this could still mean being bulky, and strong enough to do whatever job their masters wanted. For the sissies, this usually meant the opposite, a slight, effeminate build. For Alex, it was a combination of this, along a youthful look gained with longish hair and soft skin. The most important aspect of the exercise, however, was the feelings attached. It was important that, despite exercising, no sissy should ever feel powerful. Improving fitness normally had the side effect of building confidence and pride. For the master's, this could be disastrous. Therefore, every exercise was made to remind the submissive of their place. Exercise by no means meant they were allowed out of the whatever garb their state required, and usually meant goofy combinations of work out clothes and fetish suits. They were constantly surrounded by the trainers, each holding switches to 'encourage' them, and speaking in condescending tones. No matter how much weight you lifted, it was hard to feel proud when your reward was being called a 'good baby', and punishment for stopping was being publicly spanked. The exercises themselves were made along the same lines, designed to make the sub look like whatever their 'theme' was. Like their 'homes,' this entire thing was open to the public, and the resulting ridiculous display was one of the more popular exhibits, after only the punishment room. Alex dreaded these times. He'd be brought in, crawling. Exercise didn't excuse him from diapers, and they were usually made to be extra thick, making any exercise occur in an awkward waddle. He'd meet up with the other 'babies,' and begin with a run. As the trainers explained, they needed to make up for all the time spent crawling or being pushed in strollers. He'd be attached by a leash to a baby harness and lead around by a trainer in a cart, having to keep going or be pulled over, ready to suffer whatever punishment the trainers gave him. He'd then be brought back in the gym. Here, it varied more. The 'pack animals' would carry carts of weights while someone lead them with reigns, the 'dogs' would play fetch, and the sissies had a mixture of ballet and pole dancing. Alex was occasionally put in the ballet classes, stumbling and kicking high awkwardly with the thick padding, but usually he was with the babies. They'd begin lying on the ground, squirming awkwardly in ways that provided core exercise, but to anyone else simply looked like infantile wiggling. It was shocking how ridiculous bicycle crunches and reverse sit ups would look in the wrong outfit and wrong circumstance. They then would be given 'toys.' To the laughter of the onlookers, he'd swat at or kick colorful objects hanging over him, shake rattles, play with blocks. What they didn't know was that each toy was weighted. This made everything he did seem laughably awkward and weak while each movement was straining him. The entire session normally ended with a game, again for the amusement of the paying crowed. The favorite was called 'pat tag.' The babies would be gathered on hands and legs on mats. They would then crawl around, the object being for whoever was 'it' to pat the others on the diaper. By this point, a combination of diet, the motion of exercise, and sometimes the deliberate actions of the trainers resulted in plenty of filled diaper, making the experience all the worse for the babies and better for the onlookers. The tagger would often cringe as they got closer to the back of their target, who themselves would cringe after being padded. Both would earn chuckles. The rules could change from time to time, but generally it was the same. Sometimes there would be just one or two people who were it, sometimes there would be two teams, each one trying to tag the others. Either way, winners and losers were determined, and the losers would be punished while the winners would be given 'rewards', such as being fed bottles by the audience or allowed to play with toys. Alex hated this all. It was a long way to fall from practicing kickboxing and talking about books to playing with rattles and begging for diaper changes. The audience played another, very important role. For a price, they were allowed to 'rent,' the submissives. They could take them off the Institute, normally for a day, and essentially do whatever they wanted as long as they returned them in the same condition. Alex was subject to this more then a few times. He'd normally end up being pushed around town in a stroller, play various games or have them played with him, and generally be shown off. Most of the people who did it wanted to be seen doing it, and would invite friends, or even have parties where he was essentially the entertainment. They'd all crowed around him, cooing and seeing if they could make him blush. This, to the trainers, served a few purposes aside from making more money. It gave the subs public exposure, letting them know they had been seen by more and more people. It taught them that they were submissive to anyone, not just their trainers, and they should obey anyone put over them. It also meant that anyone nearby would recognize them for what they were, making escape all but impossible. Overall, it added to their humiliation and sense of helplessness, and left them wanting to get back to the Institute, a place they otherwise hated. The sound of their laughter still dug into his dignity. He hated them all for their laughter. He didn't deserve it, he had told himself. But he was a sub, and would get it. Could he blame them for doing something he'd do in the same place? Would he have? Alex glanced around the room for a clock. It was very dark, and he had no idea what time it was. He was exhausted, by the position made it difficult to sleep. He had been fed just before being delivered, and he hoped whatever he had been given was normal. Was this part of the plan? Was he meant to be found, exhausted, disoriented, with no idea what time it was or when the light would finally be turned on? His last few days were the worse. He had guessed that something was coming, probably being delivered to his owners, but it was never stated. Instead, he was kept up late and barely allowed sleep, leaving him exhausted. He was spanked and punished constantly, bringing him to tears again and again. He was denied diaper changes for hours at a time, leaving him with a horrible rash. Then, when it finally came time, he was blindfolded and carted. He was finally given a change, but only to be spanked again, re diapered, and tied up. He was dressed and fed a supper of mush and water from a bottle, then tied and gagged. The blindfold was removed, and he was made to look at himself in a mirror p. He cringed and pouted. It was a pathetic sight, even to him. The first dream of being delivered in some better condition then he had been was gone. He was clearly meant to be a sissy baby, dressed in a Christmas elf like dress and thick diapers. THey had even put a bow in his hair, as if the rest wasn't enough. He was clearly exhausted, and desperate. He was then delivered underneath a Christmas tree with a note, and given no explanation. Part of him still hoped that this was a rouse, that his masters would take mercy on him. A glance around reminded him of the pile of diapers and cute by cruel looking paddle beside him. He doubted he'd be allowed to regain his adult hood, and the pink prints on the diapers removed any thoughts of at least keeping his masculinity. Glancing around futher showed another wrapped box with a note that read "from Santa, to Baby Alex." He dreaded to think what was inside. So this is how they meant to find him. Exhausted, spanked and sore, tied and uncomfortable, a man in a diaper and dress. He fought back the tears and tried to retain what dignity he had. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. It did not bode well. ... Alex was awake again. This was worse. This was so, so much worse. His stomach had started to grumble just as he was about to fall asleep. It came on quickly, clearly the result of something he had been fed, and clearly the intention of his masters. That was not a good sign. It had only been moments until he had filled his diapers to the brim, a combination of long months of training and his feeding rendering him helpless. He now squirmed, even more uncomfortable and humiliated then before. The smell was disgusting, something he had never gotten used to. Worse, the rash and spank marks were inflamed anew, and it took everything he had to keep from screaming. How long ago had that been? He didn't know. It felt like hours, even days, and it was still just as dark. He had been fed just before arriving, but felt hungry again, and his stomach rumbled. He no longer cared what his masters wanted. He knew it wasn't going to be good. No one put someone through all this to be kind, and he was lying to himself otherwise. However, he realized he it didn't matter to him anymore. It didn't matter if they wanted to baby him, to sissyfy him, to display him, to humiliate him, to make him work, to punish him... He just wanted out of the ropes. He'd do any and all of it for a diaper change. That finally sunk into him, after everything, the only thing he wanted was to be changed. He'd give up all shreds of dignity without a second thought for it. He didn't care about being... pretending to be... a grown man anymore. He wanted his masters... his mommy? daddy? Dominatrix? Owner? Whatever they wanted, he'd be. Finally, he settled down into the box and stooped fighting the ropes. Instead, he reacted in the way he'd been trained to, the way that had hammered into him for months, and the way he knew his masters would want. He began to cry. His eyes teared and he moaned, calling for his masters to take care of him. He cried like the baby he knew he now was.

27.) "Okay, so we have sushi, and Mediterranean, and some weird… skewer things…. turkish, maybe, I don't know." There was some joy in Koi’s voice as she displayed the spread of exotic foods. Delicious foods. It was a normal exchange, between the two of them — it was as if the bedwetting incident hadn't even happened. Of course, Koi knew that it had, and she suspected that Luzy wasn't so quick to forget either. And yeah, she was going to do what she could to foster her friends deeply hidden longings. And that's what this was, right? A longing. She'd be a good friend and encourage and indulge, to whatever degree was safe and sane. But tonight was just dinner. Friends, and dinner, and wine. "I'm good." "You've only had one glass…" We weren't the type to drink, really. We didn't get drunk. We didn't go places very often. But all in all, my denying a second cup of wine was kind of out of the ordinary. Was I taking fault for what happened? I bit my cheek quietly and looked at the glass. "I guess one more couldn't hurt… but I have class in the morning." "Yeah and so do I, but you can't eat sushi and… whatever that is, Greek? Croatian? You can't eat that without wine, it's what they said at the multicultural festival. So drink up, Little Luzy, and then we'll watch a movie or something." She wasn't teasing when she called her best friend Little, it was just a cute term of affection that she figured might jibe with the whole little kid thing. The glass slipped out of my hand while she was pouring the wine. It spilled over the table and the carpet, but barely any touched the food. I quickly dove for the cup, picking it up off the ground. Thankfully, it had missed the side of the table and hadn't broken. "Shit… fuck, sorry…" Oh man… "Lemme get some paper towel..." "It's cool, I'll get it." Was that intentional? Was that how she acted like a kid? Dropping stuff and acting clumsy? Kids dropped stuff, Koi reasoned, even as she winced and knelt down — no mean feat in a corset. "I'm so corseting my kids you know, that way they'll learn how much of a pain in the butt it is to clean get down and clean stuff up. That way I figure, they'll be careful, right?" "Maybe…." I was off center. I was fine a moment ago, but now, I didn't feel well. I wasn't in the mood for another glass of wine, and really, I couldn’t… even think. What the hell was wrong with me? "I'm sorry again… I guess I wasn't paying attention or something… I'm such an idiot..." "Oh hush up, you're not an idiot." Koi rolled her eyes as she struggled to get to her feet again. Well, here goes nothing. "I don't wanna hear you saying stuff like that, alright? Putting yourself down. Girls your age just sometimes have issues with motor skills is all." Girls our age should have been what she said, but ‘girls your age’ meant a very subtle suggestion that Luzy was younger. It wasn't much of a first step, but it was what it was. …girls… my age? Was she making fun of me? She had to be, right? Why not say our age? It was probably a joke. At the very least, I was glad she wasn't upset about her carpet. It looked like the wine was coming out okay, anyway. "Yeah…" "Now why don't you sit up on the sofa and have another sushi roll, I'll take care of this." This wasn't too hard! Psh. Who thought you needed a degree to babysit kids, right? Koi could handle this, just the same as she handled things with her seven younger siblings growing up. Well. No, that wasn't true — she was much nicer to Luzy than she was to them. Then again, she chose to have Luzy in her life. "Alright…" I sat down on the edge of the couch and took another sushi roll off the plate. It had a little splash of red wine on it. To be fair, it probably wouldn't taste any worse. True to my thoughts, it was actually pretty good. "I guess I'm done with wine for the night then, huh?" It was a joke, and I laughed, but truth be told, I was glad. I didn't need to be wetting her couch… "Psh, that's quitters talk. How about I just get you a coffee mug, with a handle? That way you can hold onto it better?" She'd had a sippy cup the day that Koi had walked in on her, the sort with handles on both sides and a spout on top. But Koi was fresh out of those, so a coffee mug was the best she could suggest. Okay, so this was both very mundane, and extraordinarily weird. Like. Just… what did she get out of it, anyway? With corsets, Koi knew she got a palpable end result — she had her figure, and girls noticed her. What was the end-game of this? So much for that idea… "Yeah, alright, that sounds fine…" She got me a coffee mug and poured me a new glass of wine. I held it in my hands, two hands this time, and looked down into the cup. I felt less classy. The wine, though, tasted the same. "Thanks." "Yup." Koi plunked herself down on the sofa next to her best friend and picked up the remote with her toes, tossing it back and catching it with her hands. "We have episodes of Once Upon a Time to catch up on, so you get comfortable because we're binge watching until the crack of 11pm!" "I really do have class in the morning." But again, she'd ignore me. It wasn't that she didn't care - we'd just demonstrated time and again that I didn't necessarily need a full night's sleep to ace my classes. So we sat and we watched. Between the two of us, we finished the bottle of wine. I did my best to argue against more glasses - “these mugs are bigger than your cups!" - but couldn’t get away with it. Okay, so the two of them were drunk as could be. Well, not as could be, but they had polished off a particularly nasty-cheap bottle of wine between the two of them and that put them far past the point of simply tipsy, despite the food that they'd eaten. And that meant they were giggly. Inebriated, free of the tighter trappings of social grace, Luzy had tried to playfully tug on the laces of Koi's corset, and now they were dashing around the small apartment. "Luzy! Luzy Miss! I swear! I'll paddle your tuckus!" "You ain't gun do nothin' with a run like that. You're like a toy soldier!" I mimicked her, the way she ran with arms straight out and her back upright. It was her fault for always wearing those stupid corsets! "We're still an episode behind on Once Upon, ya know…" And it was already midnight. Fuuuuuuuck. "Well… we'll multi-task! We'll lay in my bed and watch it on my phone — the screen is big enough!" Luzy constantly teased Koi about the large phone she carried — which looked especially large against her tiny form — and it wasn't helping fight the stereotype that all asian people used big phones. Sometimes, rarely, but sometimes, Koi would poke fun herself. "Little Luzy I demand you get your Little Butt into my Little Bed and we'll cuddle with my Big Phone, yush!" "Fuck off." The words came out automatic, and hard, and fast, and… I blinked. I looked away from her, ashamed of what I'd said. I was too drunk. I needed to calm down… "S-sorry… ugh… my head's swimmy is all. Maybe we could watch the last episode tomorrow…" "Uh…" Koi went over it n her head. What had she said wrong? Was it the cuddling thing? It had to be, nothing else could upset someone so suddenly. The small Japanese girl frowned for a moment, thinking about the implications. They'd cuddled last night. And. Oh. Oh. She though that Koi had wet her bed? That had to be it… "Alright." What could she say? It wasn't her? Urgh, no. No. Just. Just suck it up. "I'll get you a blanket for the sofa?" “Thanks…" Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was so stupid. I didn't even know what happened! I didn't know what came over me. My head hurt, and my chest hurt, and I just wanted to throw up. But I didn't. I sat back down on the couch, holding my arms against my chest. I closed my eyes tight. I'm so sorry, Koi… "Uhhuh." Koi was off-color but only for a moment, only for long enough to get the blanket from her tiny closet and by the time she got back and handed the folded fairy-printed comforter and pillow to her best friend, she'd managed to force a smile. "Unwrap me?" Luzy didn't look up, but Koi turned and motioned to her bottom laces, the things the girl had been chasing a few minutes ago. It was a small gesture. “Okay… okay…" I needed to get out of my head. I didn't understand why it was so hard. I was never this way with Koi. That was why I liked being around Koi! This was my fault. I hadn’t thought about the doctor or my stress relief for a year, and now it was ever-present in my mind. I kept reading into things… I unlaced the bottom of her corset, loosening her body from the bindings. The minutes ticked by until I finally unbound her entirely. "Was it as fun as you thought it would be when you were chasing me?" Koi normalized things — that was her strength; she had a moment of shock and then got back on track as best she could. Koi Interruptus. Or something like that. Luzy still looked downcast, though, and Koi smiled, rubbing the marks under her ribs as she looked at the girl. "Want me to tuck you in?" "Yeah, okay…" It wasn't a common offer. It wasn't a common response. I was clearly upset with the words I'd used. We swore at each other, sure, but not really like that. We weren't those kinds of people… she tucked my head into the pillow and pulled the blanket over me. I didn't need to be tucked in, but I guess it wasn't so bad. Having Koi here with me… "There we go, all snug as a bug in a rug — which I think makes no sense, but I guess rugged-bugs are snug, or something." Koi was still somewhat intoxicated herself, after all, and she leaned in and kissed Luzy on the forehead, then on the nose, the way her own Mom used to. "Now if you get lonely you can come share my bed, I don't mind, it's fine either way, alright? No pressure, precious." “Y-yeah…" Koi put her hand on my head and ruffled my hair. I just watched her as she left the room, leaving me alone in the darkness. Maybe I was drunk, still. But I felt warm. I felt kind of happy. I felt good knowing I had Koi nearby, even if she wasn't here with me. And I slept well that night. And in the morning, there were no accidents.

I always use flannelette sheets for the same reason. If I leak the bed stays comfortable.

Chapter 21 The saying ‘I slept like a baby’ used to mean to me that I’d had a good nights sleep. Since meeting Karen it meant something very different. I’d woken up during the early hours with a full bladder. Rather than even attempt to leave the bed to use the bathroom I had let go in the thick disposable Karen had put me in earlier. The thirsty padding took the stream of pee easily, the liquid absorbed in to the core quickly and all there was to show was an obvious thickening of the nappy. By the time Karen awoke me with a gentle stroke of my face I was ready to urinate again. Karen stuck her finger in the leg hole of the disposable “Ooh, I can feel that my baby has used his Pampers last night. Such a good boy” I smiled and said confirmed that indeed I had and that I needed to wee again. “You don’t need Mummy’s permission to use your nappy. Just go ahead and fill it again” Karen took her hand from the nappy leg cuff and began to gently press just above my bladder. Even without her physical encouragement I knew I was going to wet the nappy again. It was definitely getting easier, I did not even whimper when I let another body load of waist liquid into the landing strip of the disposable. Karen felt me relax once I had finished and again told me that I was her “good baby boy” After a brief cuddle Karen suggested we get up and have some breakfast in the kitchen. Karen put on her satin dressing gown but I was left in just my twice used disposable nappy. The weight of the absorbent core was causing the bottom to sag and to even a untrained eye it was easy to see that I had wet the nappy. Once I waddled down the stairs after Karen she set about making some toast and tea. Whilst she made herself busy we were disturbed by a knock on the front door. “Can you get that baby, I’m in the middle of making breakfast” Karen called from the cooker. I stammered my reply “. B..b but Karen, all I have on is my nappy” “It’ll be okay” Karen insisted “It will probably only be Edna and she already knows you’re my nappy boy” With a little hesitance I got up from my seat and walked to the door. As I opened it inwards I obscured my body and just stuck my head around to see who had knocked. I was shocked to see that it was nt Edna as Karen had insisted but a female delivery driver in her mid thirties with two big brown boxes at her feet. “Morning” She said “I have a delivery that needs to be signed for” She held out the digital handset for me to make my mark on. “I’m sorry to say” she continued “that your third box got damaged in transit and there are a number of, errr, items spread over the floor of my van.” As I reached out to get the pen I let go with my hand that was supporting the door and it immediately fell open a little further leaving me fully exposed in front of the delivery lady. She did as anyone confronted with the sight of a middle aged man wearing just a soggy nappy would do and burst out laughing. “At least I know I’ve got the right person. I was a little perplexed when I found what had spilled out of your box” Embarrassed, but with now nowhere to hide I signed the digi docket and the delivery lady picked one of the boxes up and handed it to me. “If you take these two I’ll try and salvage what I can of the other box in the van and stick as much of your order back in as I am able” She turned and walked to the front gate still laughing loud. As I began to bring the first box inside the house Karen joined me at the door. “Oooh, goody, it looks like the new special nappies have turned up” She took the first box out of my hands and I retrieved the second one. I followed Karen into the kitchen and placed my box on top of the one Karen had bought in. Karen looked puzzled “ There should be another box” I explained to Karen what I’d been told by the driver and she let out a little giggle. “Well wearing what you are wearing there’s no way to pretend that they’re not for my big nappy boy Don’t worry, you stay here and I go get the rest of the delivery” I sat in the kitchen and tried to listen to the conversation between Karen and the van driver. All I could hear was Karen’s voice, she was obviously answering the delivery lady. “Yes, babies are getting so much bigger these days” “Yes, of course he uses his nappies. That’s why I’ve ordered three boxes of them” “Thank you, I think they’re cute too. If you leave me your mobile number I’ll take a photo of him wearing one later and text it to you” I heard them both say their goodbyes and after closing the door Karen bought the damaged box into the kitchen. I saw a few of the nappies hanging out of the side of the box. They looked a lot different to the disposables Karen had been putting me in. Instead of being mainly white they came in different colours and various patterns. Karen saw me looking “Does baby like the look of his new nappies?” Karen asked. I did nt respond before she continued “These all come from a specialist ABDL shop and where made with big babies like you in mind” She picked up a predominately pink disposable and began to unfold it. As the plastic nappy crinkled I heard Karen say “This one will be just perfect for the fashion show today” Once Karen had finished feeding me my toast soldiers and baby bottle full of tea she ushered me upstairs and ran me a bubble bath. “I’ve got to have my baby boy smelling nice for the ladies” Once bathed I was dried and asked to again lay on the bed to be put in a nappy by Karen. As had happened regularly, Karens ministrations got me hard, so yet again she set about helping me with my excitement. Whilst she stroked my cock and tickled my balls she reminded me of what a good boy I had been using my nappies and encouraged me to ‘do cummies’ for her. After I had spurted my hot juice over my belly, Karen used a wet wipe to clean up the mess and then resumed dressing me in a nappy. “ We’re going to try one of the new nappies this morning and as you showed so much interest in the pink ones earlier, they’ll be the first” After Karen had taped the thick pink disposable on me she shook out the pink frilly plastic panties that Edna had put me in previously. “So pretty, I can’t wait for the ladies to see my cute baby in his new feminine nappy” Karen worked the tight pvc pants up my legs and over the thick pink disposable on my bum. Before I lowered my legs Karen gave my thickly padded rear a swot with her hand and left the bedroom giggling. As Karen got herself showered and ready for the morning fashion show I lay on the bed wondering exactly what sort of clothing Karen had ordered for me. I looked down at what I was wearing and shuddered. If Karen had been honest earlier about how perfect my pink nappy and frilly plastic pants were for the imminent fashion show then I was in serious trouble.

Poor Jamie! Hope the return flight goes better and the vacation starts getting more fun!

You should not stuff your jigsaw pieces togather too hard or you'l be all mopey, maybe.

A lady arrived with a blond headed girl she was very cute, beautiful even! "This is Carol Dinsmore." Said Mr. England. "Your very pretty!" Said Barbara! "I guess said Carol! Sometimes I wish I wasnt! I wish I was ugly!" "Why is that?" Asked Barbara! "People wouldn't mess with me so much!" "Who messed with you? Was it Beverly? Asked Mr. English. She is just like that, it's her way of getting attention!" "It wasnt Beverly." "Then who was it?" Asked Mr. English? "I cant tell you! They said they would hurt me!" Said Carol with tears in her eyes. "You can tell me!" Said Mr. English. " No I cant she said she would hurt me, or anybody else that tells, she said she knows where we live! I cant tell!" Said Carol! "She, humm, somebody that has access to where you live! Somebody that would scare somebody? Got to be Mrs. Shepherd!" "But I didn't tell you! Please don't let her hurt me!" "What did she do to you Carol?" Asked Barbara? "I a... I a still wet my bed." "I know that Carol, I asked for a girl like you so you would fit in with our family. Your new sister and mother are both bedwetters." "You do, so I'm not different?" Said Carol! "What did Mrs. Shepherd do to you?" Said Mr. English. "Are you going to protect me from Mrs. Shepherd? Asked Carol. "If it's bad enough, she will be fired and not have access to find out where you're living. Said Mr. English. "Here's what happened, Mrs. Shephard hates bedwetters. She spanks us when we're wet! She picked on me because I'm older, I have breasts. She threatened to cut my tits off because only babys wet their beds and I cant be a baby because I have tits as she called them. She touched them and then she brought a knife and she touched me with a knife like she was going to cut me. She knicked my breast making it bleed! I was so scared that I wet more in my diapers! Then I passed out, I was so scared! All the other girls that were in our room saw it . They all told me that they were scared for me they even wet their diapers more!" Mr. English called a number and then he said. "I have to go, I guarantee you Mrs. Shepherd will not be able to harm a hair on you head! I have to go, tomorrow I will be back and we will sign the paperwork making Carol yours is that okay Barbara?" "That is fine take care of this lady! Make sure she cant hurt my Fostor daughter, and I hope to be real daughter!" "You want me as a daughter? A real daughter?" Asked Carol? "Of course I do!" Said Barbara. "But nobody wants me, not my parents, family, nobody!" "I like to think I'm somebody and I want you!" Said Barbara as she drew Carol into a hug and let Carol cry into her shoulder!

*hugs and waves*

That's absurd. If you find yourself constipated after a flight, it's most likely dehydration and the change in time zone. It throws off your regularity.

It's Monday and it's time for another chapter! 3rd chapter is already released on my Patreon page. Enjoy! Chapter Two Lucas let out a loud laugh. "I think you've finally lost it, Kelly." "No!" I said with a shake of my head. "I'm being serious, Lucas. I just need some practice. If I can't practice on a baby doll or a real baby, then this can be the next best thing." Lucas stared at me for a long time before finally holding his hands up. "So you're asking me to pretend to be a baby….so you can practice? What no! That is insane!" "Why not?" I asked him. "Just a little bit, please? It'll be just like role-playing! Come on! I'll do anything." "Forget it, Kelly," Lucas said as he got up and started to walk away, "I'm not doing this." "Come on, Lucas!" I moaned. "I'll do your homework for a week! I'll do your chores! I'll owe you $100." “N-o-t-h-i-n-g.” Lucas spelled out. "Is going to make me role-play being a baby for you." "I know," I sighed as I plopped face down on the couch, "I best just become a stripper…though I'm flat as a board with no hips…might as well become a hobo." "Oh stop it," Lucas said, "there are other ways to make money. I'll help you think of something else." I looked up at him. "What am I going to do, Lucas? I really need to make some money. I can't have my parents pay for college, and I've tried to apply for scholarships, but that only adds up so much." "Kelly," Lucas sighed and crouched down and placed his hand upon my head, "I wish I could help." "You could, but you choose not to," I mumbled under my breath. "Well, what do you exactly want me to do?" "I don't even know. I've never babysat a kid before…I haven't even really been around kids before. I guess I just needed a general idea about what it's like." "Then shouldn't you be asking Mary for help instead of me?" Lucas asked her. "I suppose so," I grumbled under my breath. Mary didn't seem like I could take on babysitting either, and she wasn't a massive fan of it, to begin with. But, perhaps he was right. "I guess if I can't get real-life experience, then I should just get some tips…" "There you go," Lucas said with a bright smile. "It's too bad," I said with a defeated sigh, "you would have made a cute baby." With those words, I swore I could have seen Lucas blush slightly. But he turned his head away. "I'm going to get a drink; you want any?" "Pepsi, please," I said as I sink lower into the couch. Perhaps Lucas was right; it was a dumb idea. What did I expect? Did I think that Lucas would act like a baby so that I can have firsthand experience? I just thought Lucas would be perfect at it since he's been around kids and he knew how they acted. "You asked Lucas to do what?!" Mary asked as the two of them walked to school. It was Monday morning; they had a few weeks left of school before graduation. I wasn't going to lie and say that a few times we would ditch classes since we already got the credit we needed to pass. "Shhh," I said as I pressed my finger up against Mary's lips, "I'm desperate! I need the money and the time is ticking. Anyway, can you give me any pointers?" "Don't do it," Mary said, and for a moment I wanted to strangle her. "I'm being serious! Just because you're wicked smart and have rich parents doesn't mean it's easy for the rest of us to get into college." Mary's forehead furrowed as she shot me a look. "I didn't mean it in a bad way," I said with a sigh, "but it is the truth. I'm not that lucky. My parents can't pay my way to college. I want to be able to start when you'll do, but at this rate, I'm going to have to wait a whole year!" "Kelly," Mary said with a sigh, "I think you're overthinking way too much. Don't stress about it so much; it's not the end of the world." "Well, what do you expect me to do?" I asked her, noticing the school building looming in the distance. "I don't know," Mary said with a shrug of her shoulders, and I lowered my head. Mary leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "though secretly, it would have been kinda fun to make Lucas do that." We both stared at each other and laughed. I was happy to have her as my best friend. Though the weight wasn't lifted from my chest for the rest of the school day, I kept thinking of ways of what I can do to help make some money. The first semester of college was only a few months away; I only had so much time. What was I going to do? Are you still mad at me? I picked up my phone later that night, seeing the text from Lucas. I was in the middle of doing my homework, though I wasn't paying too much attention to it at the time. No. What makes you think that? I feel bad. I know that you really want a job to make money. I even asked my dad if we could use you, but he's not hiring right now. Aww. Well, I appreciate you doing that much for me. I probably wouldn't be good at babysitting anyway. I think you would. You're kindhearted, and you're fun to be around. Kids would love you. Hah. Yeah right. Aww well. Without any practice, I doubt that anyone is going to let me watch their kids. I'll just have to keep applying again. Or maybe become a stripper after all (lol) Anyway I'm going to take a shower and head to bed. Goodnight! Goodnight, Kelly. I set the phone aside and shut my textbook as I got up from my desk and headed to the bathroom, turning on the faucet as I got undressed. I wasn't sure why this was such a burden upon my chest. I guess it was because Lucas already had a job and technically Mary didn't need one. I felt like they were already starting with their life, and I was stuck. I was scared of them leaving without me and forgetting about me. I took a deep breath, trying not to cry as I got in the shower, letting the warm water wash over me, trying to forget all my worries and cares for the day. I know I can find some job; at this point, I would pretty much take anything that is offered of me. I started mentally checking off a list of things that I could still apply for. Tomorrow after school, I would start going to the stores and talking to the manager. "I'll be able to find something!" I said out loud. Later that night, before I got into bed, I grabbed my phone, when I noticed I had a text message from Lucas, about ten minutes after we said goodnight. Kelly…if I was to do this thing for you…what precisely would I have to do? What? Now I think you lost your mind. I SAID IF. I just hate to see you so down. If it was like one afternoon and whatnot…I might be…I need to know what is expected of me. I haven't a clue. What do you mean? This was your idea! I never babysat before, Lucas! That's the point. Just do research and let me know. AND DON'T TELL ANYONE. I smiled brightly at his text message, quickly pulling myself up from the bed and heading to the computer to do some research, where I spent the next two hours lost in many articles, Facebook pages, Instagram, blog posts, and even more, wanting to make sure I knew everything I needed. Neither Lucas nor I knew exactly what we were getting into.

A cloth diaper a night has the advantage of having absorbent material wrapping all the way around the sides. For side sleepers, this is critical. Disposable diapers don't absorb fast enough to keep the urine from running along the surface of the diaper or the wearer's abdomen to the sides where there is no absorbent material; so it just leaks out the overlap and into the bedding. When I was younger, I tried pointing the penis down to prevent leaks. That was a fairly futile exercise, since most males get several erections during the night while asleep. As a result, the penis will eventually resume its natural position pointing up with its outlet very near the waistband of the diaper. The solution I used was to fold over the top of the diaper in front to get a good fit and additionally provide more absorbent material where the urine was being excreted. This solution worked most of the time but wasn't completely effective. Thus, some form of bedding protection is necessary. A cloth underpad is probably the most effective. I put it under the mattress pad and sheets. Recently, I've found that pads made by Pea Pods work well and have a breathable backing making them more comfortable to sleep on.

Sorry for the delay in getting this out to you good folks. I had no privacy for a while and managed to screw up my Achilees tendon on my left foot somehow. Hurts but medicine helps and within a few weeks it should heal fully. Starting to think I need new body. lol. At any rate, here is chapter Seven for you folks. SEVEN I was helped into the van by Mrs Clark and then waited while she loaded the chair into the back of the van. Once I was set into the seat with the extra padding I let out my breath I had been holding. My back hurt whenever I stood or was lifted out of the chair. It was getting a little better and the muscle relaxers helped to stop the muscle spasms. Today they wanted to see if they could find what was causing the muscles to spasm so violently. I was really hoping they could find out the cause of the problem and then somehow fix it without surgery. I was tired of having operations on my back to fix the numerous issues that stemmed from the beating Susan had given me. The few minor issues that had hit my back today had been mild thanks to the medication forcing the muscles to loosen up enough that the few spasms that hit were very mild and not ones that left me in a soaked diaper crying in pain and trying to catch my breath. Mrs Clark had kept a careful record of everything that had happened to my back every day so she could present it to the doctors and give them something to go on and a place to start looking for the source of the problem. Just as the last light turned green I was slammed forward in the seat and then back by the seat belt as the brakes were hit hard to avoid us running into some idiot that had run the red light. I had not been expecting this and Mrs. Clark cursed at the fool. My back screamed in pain as a thousand white hot needles of pain hit it all at once. I let out a scream of pain, soaked my diaper, and almost passed out from the pain as my breath came in short ragged gasps. Tears ran down my face as the pain slowly subsided and I began to catch my breath. As my pain subsided the smell hit me and I realized that I had done more than wet my diaper. Mrs. Clark took a minute to check me over carefully before continuing on to the doctor’s office. “Hang on a few few minutes honey! We’re almost to the doctor’s office! When we finally got to the office and parked the stench was horrible. I was helped into the restroom by a nurse that worked at the office and she made sure to help get me cleaned up and changed into a fresh diaper. She was very careful and helped me back into my chair then cleaned up and threw the used diaper in the trash for me. By the time I was back out into the waiting room they were calling us into the back to be seen by the doctor. The visit lasted for over two hours as they took numerous X-rays of my back and CT scans of my head as well since I had a concussion still and the last incident just before coming into the office had smacked my head around a bit. They found no bleeding or swelling of the brain and that was a relief to all of us. They debated doing an MRI but decided to wait and see what the X-rays showed first. The source of the back problems was found to be an out of alignment back that was slowly moving back into alignment. I also had a disk in the back they felt looked a little off and thought it might be ruptured or damaged at the least. Until the last of the swelling went down in a few weeks they did not want to go in and try to fix it. They went ahead and set me up with some physical therapy for my back. This would help my back and eventually get me back onto my feet so that I could get out of the chair. This was welcomed news but at this point my body was aching and all I wanted to do was go home and sleep in a warm, soft bed for the next five years. The doctor had warned me that the muscle relaxers tended to make me drowsy but they did not want to reduce the dosage for another week yet. Once back at the house we went inside and my first stop was a drink of water then my bed. I crawled into it carefully and within a minute was out cold for the next few hours. When I woke up again I had completely soaked my diaper. I stayed in bed and wiped myself clean before putting a dry diaper on and then carefully getting into my wheelchair. I looked forward to getting out of this damned wheelchair but it would be a few weeks yet as my muscles and bones were still healing and needed the time to heal more. I wanted to get out of the chair and go for a jog or grab my mountain bike and go trail riding for a few hours. I would still be stuck in the diapers at night, but that was fine with me. I think I will likely just stay in them full time as I actually like wearing them. After eating dinner the rest of the night went by quietly with me on my computer doing some reading and then all but drooling over some pictures of men in diapers. Mrs. Clark caught me looking but did not get upset about it. “Just make sure Thomas does not see anything he shouldn’t see is all I ask. Also be careful about some of the sites so some idiot does not send you something that trashes your system.” After that I browsed pictures and read stories until it was time for bed. When sleep claimed me I had horrible nightmares. I was walking down the hallways of the school in nothing but a diaper and a shirt. The diaper had fancy babyish prints on it and was thick enough that it forced me to waddle a bit. Everyone was staring, pointing and laughing at me until I started to wet and then mess myself. Four big guys pinned me to the floor and then changed me into a baby diaper before taking numerous pictures of me in just a baby diaper. Somewhere during all of this my shirt had vanished and a bottle was being force fed to me while everyone laughed at me. I was crying in humiliation and shame when the crowd parted to let someone through. My eyes went wide when I saw Susan come through the crowd with an evil smile on her face. She yanked me off the floor and the carried me to the railing. I tried to resist but my hands were tangled in something unseen and could not be moved enough. “Time to die diaper baby!” She tossed me over the second floor railing and as I was about to hit the floor I woke up. I hit the real floor a half second later. I was all tangled up in the blankets an d landed at a bad angle. My back screamed and I joined it with a scream of my own as the pain became the center of my entire being at the moment. My bowels cut loose and a large mess filled the seat of my diaper to help make me more miserable. I could barely breathe through the pain and was seeing stars in front of my eyes from the pain. Mrs Clark came running into the room upon hearing me screaming in pain. I was laying on the floor tangled up in the blankets with a messy, wet, diaper on. Tears rolled down my face and my breathing was short gasps as my back continued to scream at me. It felt like someone had just taken a knife and tried to cut my spine out with it. Thankfully blackness claimed me a half second after that. The pain had been too much to handle and caused me to black out. I woke up a few moments later still on the floor with Mrs. Clark carefully untangling me from the blankets then laying me flat on the floor without trying to get me back into the bed. She carefully checked my back and found no new injuries and then retrieved my changing supplies as the last of the pain subsided. The dream had literally scared the crap out of me. When my senses returned the last tape on a fresh diaper was being secured in place for me. With a little effort I stopped crying as she set the used diaper aside in a plastic bag for disposal later. “It’s alright, honey. You’re safe now and no one is going to hurt you. You fell out of bed in your sleep and blacked out for a few seconds.” I hugged her and held her a few moments before I was ready to talk. She listened as I told her about the nightmare I’d had and how it all seemed so real and had ended with me falling out of bed. “I had nightmares for weeks after the car wreck that left me in diapers. It was just a dream and not the least bit real. Susan is in jail without bond and you are here safe and sound in a fresh diaper now.” We talked for a good 25 minutes before she left to get rid of my used diaper I had been wearing. After this she helped me back into bed again and I felt better but not ready to sleep just yet. That nightmare had been too real. I laid in bed with my tablet reading some e-books until I finally got tired enough to sleep again. There were no more nightmares that night after I finally dozed off again. I’m not sure I could have handled another nightmare. The rest of the weekend was unveventful unless you count me forgetting to tell Mrs. Clark I needed more diapers in my size. I put on the last one and stuffed three size seven Pampers into my bag on the chair along with more wipes, two more plastic bags, and all my school work. The Pampers fit a bit tightly but at least they still fit good enough and worked well enough for day time use. A hot shower helped my poor back relax the rest of the way and even though my new toy was begging me to come back for an encore performance I ignored it and concentrated on getting ready for school instead. I secured myself in the chair and used the chair lift to get safely down the stairs where I rolled intot he kitchen for some breakfast. Thomas was sitting at the table eating some cereal and looked up when he heard me coming. He smiled brightly at seeing me then frowned and spoke, "Nightmare?" This came out very clearly and it surprised me a bit as normally his speech is a bit slured. "Yes, but I’m better now." He smiled at me again and went back to eating. Thmas is a good kid and I feel sorry for him a lot of times. I always liked to babysit him and when I do we play together and do things together, like going to the park, or playing cars in the sandbox. I never ever teaed him about having to wear diapers or his difficulty in speaking. Sure he has to have a lot of food from a bottle, but he never asked to almsot get killed by some drunken idiot and I will never tease him for it either. Unlike other babysitters, I treat him like a friend and not a giant baby. After finishing my breakfast it was time to load up and get to school. Mrs Clark got Thomas ready while I rolled out to the van. I opened the passenger door then backed the chair up a foot before setting the brake and standing up carefully on slightly wobbly legs. Mrs Clark got right behind me to help if I needed it or should start to fall. I made it inside and shut the door then buckled my safety belt while Thomas got in and Mrs Clark loaded my chair in the back. I looked two houses down at my old house and wished for the millionth time that there was some way to get through to my mother and get her to listen to reason. She seemed to grow more and more unstable as time went by and because of that I was in this mess and not able to see a clear way out of it. Looking at my old house was saddening as I remember the good times with mom and dad before it all started to go wrong. It was a quiet and uneventful drive to school with no idiots running lights this time. Once we arrived she retrieved my chair as I started to slowly get out of the van and found that if I had not been hanging on to the seat belt I would have fallen as my back was arguing a little and my legs felt half asleep and unable to support me. The doctors had said this might happen but not to panic as it aould not last long but if it did persist more than a day to come back to see them. Mrs. Clark quickly caught me and then gently put me into my chair as a number of students stared at me in surprise as they saw me attempting to get into my chair without help. This pretty much settled all doubts about me needing the chair since without it I had trouble even standing. “Thank you for catching me. I hate being so helpless like this. My damned legs were working fine earlier and now this!” She hugged as tears threatened to flow. “Look honey, The doctor told us this might happen from time to time and not to panic. If it still persists by tomorrow morning we can go see them again. I know it’s frustrating but at least you are still alive. You beat the odds and you survived! I saw you when they brought you out to the ambulance barely alive! The doctors gave you a three percent chance of living and you proved them wrong by living! You are going to have some minor setbacks honey, but don’t let them stop you! You will heal and you will get better!” “I know. It’s just frustrating is all. At least Susan can’t get to me anymore after her last stunt. I guess that’s another thing to be thankful for. I guess I’ll just have to be patient and let myself heal more. While we’re talking away from everyone, I need more diapers. All I have left is a bag of Pampers. Also, I’ll be late getting out of school this afternoon. I’m going to try out for the football team. I promise to not to make them look too bad if they let me be the quarterback.” She laughed and then hugged me real fast before letting me go. Once at the door I hit the button to open the door and as usual it decided to argue and not work. I had a hell of time getting one of the stubborn doors open and getting inside. Once inside I flipped off the stubborn door and then spotted the same girl that had come into the restroom the other day while I was changing my diaper. I was just inside and starting to roll down the hallway when I spotted the same girl that had walked in on me changing the other day. I smiled politely at her and looked her over a bit and decided I might have to find out if she would be interested in Emily. But with time not on my side I rolled straight to the elevator to get to my first class on the second floor. The bell rang just as I arrived at the elevator telling me that I had five minutes to reach class. I waited after using the key and calling the elevator and after about two minutes it was clear to me that the damned thing had broken down again. I swear, half of everything in this building needs repair and for some reason nothing ever gets fixed. I figure they are too damned cheap and would rather pocket the money for themselves. I stopped at the foot of the stairs and tried to figure out how to get up to my classes on second floor. “Just fucking great. Classes on second floor and the damned elevator is broken again. How the hell do I get to them now?” I was surprised to hear someone speak up behind me. I could carry you up the stairs then come back down and get your chair. I turned and saw the girl I had thought about introducing to Emily. “I appreciate the offer but that chair is a bit heavy so I don’t know if you could carry it up the stairs. The thing weighs almost 150 pounds and even my guardian has trouble getting it loaded into the van.” “I’m a lot stronger than I look. Trust me. I promise I won’t drop you or take off flying at supersonic speed while holding you.” she picked me up carefully and took me to the top of the stairs before setting me down gently with my back against a wall. It surprised me when she went back down, picked up my chair and came up the stairs with it like it weighed next to nothing. When she set the chair down her shirt rode up a little to reveal the white waistband of her own diaper she had on. She got me in my chair carefully then adjusted her shirt carefully to hide what she was wearing. “Told you I was stronger than I look. I’m Casandra and yes, I have the same problem you do it seems.” It surprised me she was also incontinent and I was glad she was discreet about saying anything about my wearing a diaper as well. “You should be set for now unless you need to use the restroom for something.” I smiled at her. “Took care of that earlier so I’m fine for now. Thank you for helping me get up the stairs.” “Not a problem. I have to get going now. History class and I have to hustle to get there before my teacher gets there there.” Since the hallway was empty she was able to run to get there and it shocked me when she smiled and took off down the hall to other end. She reached the other end in about a half a second, waved and then walked into her history department. It shocked me to find out she wore diapers and was a super as well. I yanked extra hard to get the door to the math department open and then rolled inside to my class. The teacher was cursing at a stubborn desk drawer and finally got mad and kicked it. The drawer came open after that and the teacher shook his head while muttering about it being a piece of junk. He had set up an area for me to park my chair at so I got parked carefully as he looked up. “Trouble with the doors again?” Elevator quit working again and I had to have help getting up the stairs and the door is sticking again.” “I’ll call them about the elevator and see if they can get their heads out of their hind ends long enough to fix the damned thing.” Everything went fine the rest of the hour all the way up through third hour when I had to change since I had been dribbling steadily into my diaper the whole time and now it was soaked. This part tends to suck as I hate having to change in school where the stalls are stubborn about opening and equally stubborn about staying closed. This whole place is falling apart it seems and no one is willing to even spend a single penny to fix anything. After making it into the restroom to change myself my back decided it was time to argue again with me. I had everything set out and ready but was unable to get my legs to work right again. They felt like they were half asleep and I almost fell twice. I grabbed the top of the stall and wrenched my back but at least I did not fall. My back screamed in protest for the sudden movement and my diaper started to leak a little around the leg gathers. I heard footsteps and debated calling out for help for just a moment as I struggled once more to stand up and change. I was ever so grateful to hear a familiar voice. “You okay in there Liz?” “I’ll be out in a minute. Taking care of something real fast.” I got to my feet and about ten seconds later my legs decided to give out on me all the way. I fell back into my chair and the diaper started to leak heavily. My legs were completely numb and unresponsive now. I was not sure how to get myself changed now since standing was out of the question. “You need some help in there?” I almost said no but she already knew I was wearing a diaper so why lie. “Actually, yes. My legs wont work so I can’t stand long enough to change.” She jiggled the latch and got it open as I sat there with my jeans down and my leaky diaper in full view. Without saying a word she lifted me out of the chair gently and then laid me down on the floor. She undid my wet diaper and used the wipes I had out to clean me off carefully. She carefully reached into my bag on my chair and grabbed a diaper out of it for me. She unfolded it and looked at it a moment then set the baby diaper aside. Too bad they wont fit me. I outgrew these a few years ago and have to use the bigger ones now. I have an idea! She put the baby diaper into her pack and retrieved one of hers. It was way thicker and had cute nursery prints on it. It also only had two tapes on it which made it look like a baby diaper. She removed my wet diaper and cleaned me up before unfolding the giant baby diaper and sliding it under me. Within a few minutes she had me changed into a thick diaper that resembled an over sized baby diaper. It felt incredible and brushed against me in such a way to make me a little aroused. She adjusted the tapes for a perfect fit and was reaching for my jeans when April Nelson walked in and saw me laying on the floor in a giant baby diaper. She giggled. “Nice diaper you have on! She turned and left the restroom trying to stifle more laughter at seeing me in a giant baby diaper. Casandra sighed and shook her head. “Sorry about her seeing you like this. She’s in my last hour math class so I’ll catch up to her and explain things to her. Casandra got my jeans back up then put me into my chair again. Without warning she kissed me on the cheek and then smiled at me before leaving the restroom. I think if there had been more privacy and time we both might have ended up doing some experimenting on each other. I was definitely going to have get her hooked up with Emily for sure now, that is after I had her help me experiment a little. What can I say, she’s a bit cute and I’m bisexual enough to pay her back for helping me change. I finally rolled into my gym class a few minutes late since a pair of teachers had to help me get down to first floor since the elevator was not working. I rolled past the elevators and an electrician was cussing at it as he worked on it. I don;t blame him for cursing. This whole building needs work. The teacher looked over as I rolled into the gym. “Sorry I’m late. Had to take care of something and the elevator is out of order again.” My name was crossed off the list of those not in class after he accepted my homework assignment. I was working on my next homework assignment for this class when my watch beeped to let me know it was pill time. I rolled over to the fountain and then washed down my pain pills and muscle relaxant pills with some water. No one teased me for not being able to participate since they had all seen me on the first day and I looked like someone had tried to crush half my skull in. The bruising from the surgery had faded and the scars were not as noticeable now as they were before. It was clear to everyone that something very bad had happened to me and my being here at all was a minor miracle. The new diaper crinkled a bit loudly but with the noise in the gym no one heard it. I liked how this diaper felt and looked so I was definitely going to have try to find out where she got them. It had surprised me when she admitted to wearing diapers too and then the type of diapers she wore was interesting as well. Emily was definitely going to be interested in her for sure now. At the end of the class the bell rang and interrupted my thoughts. As In rolled out of the class my body made it known that within and hour or two I would be filling the seat of the diaper I had on. I wondered if perhaps I could save the diaper for some fun later on outside of the school. I hoped it would hold out until after getting home as I hate changing wet diapers in school bad enough, but a messy one can be a real hassle. I hosed the thick diaper big time but it held it all without a single leak. My Pampers could never hold up to this much abuse without leaking or falling off of me. Sometimes my body decides that it is time to drain everything in the bladder all at once and it will not stop until the bladder is empty. This usually happens to me when I sleep but since the attack the problem has become worse. The time for lunch came and the moment I got out the classroom door my bowels exploded all over the seat of my diaper when I farted thinking it was just gas. I could not go to lunch this way so the nearest restroom was my next destination instead of the lunch line. The entire trip to the restroom was horrible as my body continued to expell more mass into the seat of my diaper. This was going to be a lengthy clean up requiring several wipes. To make it worse was the smell seeping out of my toxic sludge filled diaper. Once inside the restroom and into the handicapped stall I dug out a fresh diaper, wipes and a plasic bag for the used diaper. With a little effort I was able to stand up to change as long as I leaned against the wall of the stall to help support my body. I remoived the super thick diaper and almost gagged when the smell hit me. The diaper was heavy with so much urine dumped into it and the mess in it added to the weight making it one very heavy and very well used diaper. I sighed and began to use wipes to get myself clean. The mess was horrible as it had spread everywhere in the diaper. It was too bad I did not have anymore of the fancy print diapers as they were comfortable and had a very large capacity. It took me about ten minutes to get cleaned and into a fresh diaper. The used one went into a plastic bag along with the wipes and was then sealed into the bag as I tied it shut tightly. My poor back complained during the entire process but at least this time I was able to stand up long enough to get changed. It surprised me when I opened the stall to see April standing there. END SEVEN That's it for Seven. I just finished Eight and will start work on nine next week. Have other stores to work on and a Call of Cthulhu scenario to work on as well. Also apartment hunting and getting ready to move so I'm keeping busy as heck for a few days. All comments and questions are welcomed. As always, thank you for reading this story so far and for your patience.

I finished brushing my teeth with the new "sonic" toothbrush that Gloria bought me. I didn't see what was so fancy about it, but I wasn't going to object. The past few days had been amazing. I had been so afraid to tell her my secret.. I had carried it for almost twenty years. How do you tell the woman you just moved in with that you like to wear diapers? I didn't need them, I just liked them. And yet, here I was, standing in our bathroom in a lime green onesie and nothing else, a thick diaper barely hidden by the snap-crotch. Pink plastic peeked out on either side and the bulge was very clearly there. I was still in shock, honestly. I had finally given my tear-stained confession three weeks ago, we'd been dating for a little over two years and had moved in together about a month ago.. and then the packages started appearing. It was more than I could have dreamed. Every day was like Christmas. That night, Gloria had told me that she also had a confession, but it took some courage to work up to as well. She said she'd tell me soon. I swore to myself I'd be as accepting and loving about whatever she had to tell me as she had been for my dark secret.She had told me that she'd be home late tonight, but she expected me to be in the crib when she got home. One of the packages had been an inflatable crib, we blew it up and put it in the master bedroom, in the corner. It stood to my chest, I could crawl through the "bars" easily and climb over it, but there was something wonderful about it. Tonight was going to be my first night sleeping in it, I had no idea if it would actually be comfortable or not, but when I had laid down in it the first time and she stared down at me... I was in heaven. I crawled in through the bars and laid down, hugging my stuffed unicorn tightly. I grabbed the amazingly large paci she'd bought, it was red with a white ring - the package it came in said it was from Germany - and clipped the pacifier clip to my onesie and popped the nipple in my mouth. I laid down to watch a show on my phone, I was madly in love with Steven Universe - I'd seen this episode 3 times already, but it was wonderful. Garnet was so inspiring, how she was who she was regardless of what anyone thought.Just as the episode was finishing and I was singing along with the closing lyrics as best I could around the paci, I heard the front door open."Jackie sweetie, I hope you're in your crib!""I am! I'm a good girl!" I called back, letting the paci dangle on the clip. I climbed to my knees to stare over the crib bars at her, sinking into the inflatable mattress."You are a good girl, you're mommy's good girl," she cooed at me and set my heart aflutter. I knew she wasn't physically attracted to me this way, but this love was just as special. It was still a romantic love, I wouldn't want to share this particular feeling with anyone else on the planet, but it wasn't a sexual love. "Okay, I know I've been holding off on my part of the confession for a while, I wanted to make sure you felt loved and accepted before I spilled my dark secret, too. You need your paci right now," She paused to stroke my hair and pop my paci back in my mouth. I swear there was a glint of light as she tapped the shield, but it had to be my imagination. "There's nothing wrong with you, sweetie. There's nothing wrong with wanting to wear a diaper and sit in a crib, there's nothing wrong with wanting to be taken care of, to be made to feel small and protected. You know that, right?"I nodded, tears forming unbidden in the corners of my eyes. She was saying the words I had been wanting to hear since I was a child. I had always wanted to wear a diaper, I had no idea why. I had asked my mother when I was young, I was 5 or 6, and she had mocked me and told me everyone would make fun of me. She had made me wear one of my little sister's diapers and stood me in front of the mirror, making me wet it while I stared at myself... the whole while she told me that it was wrong for me to want to be a baby, wrong and shameful. I felt the fear and shame grip my heart as I was suddenly 5 years old again in my mind's eye, but Gloria's soft touch brought me back to reality."There's nothing wrong with you," she continued, "I like it when you're Little. You have this innocent sweetness about you that I never knew I wanted. You're so darling and fragile. Your emotions are so close to the surface, your sad, your happy.. and your emotions feel stronger this way. I love it. I love you. I'm happy you trust me enough to share this part of yourself. I'm happy to put you in a diaper and make you my little girl."She sat on the corner of the bed and stared at me, her dark brown eyes shining with love. She smoothed down a wrinkle in her hospital scrubs and pulled the tie out of her auburn hair, letting it fall past her shoulders. I loved it when she let her hair down, she was gorgeous. Gloria was a little heavy set, she had some insecurities around that, but I loved her anyway. We were about the same height but she had a few pounds on me, I was almost too thin, you could count my ribs when I stretched. She also had DD cups to my B cups. Hers wouldn't look good on me though.. and they were amazing on her. People were mean to her a lot about her size, especially her family, but I was always there to help pick up the pieces. It wasn't from a lack of trying on her part, we'd done the same diet together... she just couldn't seem to lose the weight. It actually caused a little bit of static between us, because I lost 15 pounds in a month trying her diet, while she struggled to lose 5. I felt badly for her, not because of how she looked - she was gorgeous to me - but because of how other people made her feel."There's a secret I have kept from you too," she said softly, "It's going to sound stupid, but I swear it's the truth. Everyone I've ever told has left me.. so I've been afraid to tell you. I love you a lot, Jackie." I reached for the paci to tell her I loved her too, but she put a finger to the shield, "Shh.. let me talk. You're too little to talk right now, just listen." The words sent a shiver down my spine. "I'm.. bruja," she said, looking down, "It skips generations in my family... it skipped my mother and grandmother, they thought it was gone forever.. but.. " Gloria looked like she was about to cry. I tried to spit out the paci to console her, but it wouldn't budge... trying to spit it out just led to me sucking on it. "It'll be good for us. I have to get this energy out somehow and this way, you get to experience a little something extra." She stroked my cheek, "You're too little to get out of your crib alone." She said with a smile, and I knew I saw some light on her fingertips this time. "I want to show you we can have fun with this, it's not all bad," she scooted back on our queen-sized bed, "Come to mommy." She held her arms out to me.I had no idea what she was talking about, I had no idea what bruja meant, but I knew I would love her no matter what. I stood up to climb over the inflatable railing of the crib.. but I couldn't. I couldn't lift my leg high enough. Gloria smiled at me."Come on, sweetie, come to mommy," her arms were so inviting, I tried to sit down and crawl through the bars, but I just couldn't. It was like something was stopping me from leaving the crib. I sat back on my diapered butt, confused. Gloria came back to the crib and leaned down, helping me up by my armpits. With her hands under my arms, I was able to swing a leg out of the crib and stand next to her. I tried to ask her how... but I still couldn't talk around the paci, nor could I spit it out. I was actually starting to get a little scared. She pulled me down on top of her on the bed and hugged me. "It's okay sweetie, be a big girl and use your words," she said as she pulled my paci from my lips."Gloria... what just happened?" I asked, my voice thick with fear."I told you sweetie, I'm bruja. A witch. I have the power to make people believe things that aren't true, make it real for them for just a little bit. Actually, I have to. If I don't, I get sick. We're going to find out if using it to make you happy has the same effect on me as... what I normally need to do with it. That's my secret. Do you still love me?""I... wha.. you're a witch? Like seriously? Hocus pocus and broomsticks and all that? That's not real, Gloria. Are you making fun of the secret I shared with you?" Why would she make light of this? I bared a piece of my soul to her. If she couldn't take it seriously... I don't know what I'd do. This wasn't a joke to me.But it didn't look like it was a joke to her either, her lips tightened with hurt and the smile faded from her eyes as she helped me back into the crib. I didn't resist, my emotions were in turmoil."No, Jackie, I'm not making fun of you. This is really hard for me to talk about," she frowned, "Let's assume I'm 100% telling the truth. Would you love me if I were a witch?" She was serious. Completely and totally serious. As I gazed into her gorgeous eyes, I could see the fear of rejection there. That feeling I knew all too well, I had shared my secret before and been mocked. Sharing it with Gloria had been terrifying and painful, but she loved me even though the desire I shared was... ridiculous. I promised myself that I would go into this with love and acceptance, just as she had.. and I was failing."Of course I would still love you." I looked her straight in the eyes and professed my love with all the sincerity I had in my body. I would never do anything to hurt this woman, the first person who ever really saw me for me. A tiny flame of fear kindled in my heart that I was causing her the very pain I was terrified of myself."Do you need to go to the potty?" she asked me, not breaking the eye contact. "A little bit," I confessed. This was a little frustrating, we were having a serious conversation - this wasn't the time to play our Little game. I needed her to know that I was there for her, I didn't want her to hide behind my Little feelings. I wanted her to know that she was loved in equal measure, "but this is serious, Gloria. I don't want to hurt your feelings. I love you deeply, and if you're serious about this, I want you to know that I'm there for you.""Shh," she stroked my cheek and the light was on her fingers again, "You're too little for the potty, use your diaper." I felt a tingle where she touched me, that traced its way down my body... into my diaper."What?" I asked.. and felt that my diaper was growing warm. I put my hand between my legs and felt the padding swelling up under the onesie, "Did I just?""You're too little to stand by yourself," she booped me on the nose and my legs collapsed. I stared up at her from the inflatable mattress of the crib. The glow was still fading from her fingertip.. there was a faint red hue to the light. I tried to stand up but my legs wouldn't listen. I started to panic. I couldn't stand!"Gloria, what's going on? Why can't I stand up?" I couldn't keep the panic from showing in my voice, but she looked completely calm.. the fear was fading from her face, she was Gloria again."Because you're so little, silly. You're just my tiny, little, baby girl. Isn't that what you always wanted? You like being Little.""I do like being Little... are you saying you can take away my bladder control? My ability to walk? You can make me your baby?" I couldn't believe the words that were spilling from my lips, but I could feel that nervous joy growing in my stomach. Butterflies. It was impossible... but I wanted it so badly."Yes, sweetie. How does that make you feel?" She was probing, her tiny core was vulnerable, she was serious about what she was sharing. This... was real. The possibilites were incredibly exciting and terrifying at the same time. But in her question, there was fear. If I responded with fear as well, it would break her."Can.. can I stop you?" I couldn't keep the tremor from my voice entirely, nor could I keep the blush from my cheeks. I didn't honestly know how I wanted her to respond."Do you want to?" There was a touch of sadness in her voice, that fear of rejection. She was placing her secret heart in my hands and hoping against hope that I didn't crush it.I sat on my squishy bottom and thought about the implications of her supposed power. My diaper was warm and comfy and I didn't have to struggle to wet it. It was electric, my heart was pounding in my chest. I had wet a diaper for the first time just two days ago.. it was so hard! I had to imagine I was sitting on the toilet for minutes before I could finally go. Gloria had teased me about it as she changed me. Having her touch me and then just wetting... even if it wasn't magic, it was magical. It was hard to believe.. but it was hard to deny too."No," I grinned, "But.. if I wanted to, could I? Or can you use it as a punishment?""Ohhh, someone wants to be bratty, huh?" A smile spread across her face as well, with a glint of playfulness in her eye. She saw me. Of course she saw me, Gloria knew me better than any other person on the planet. She loved me, despite all my imperfections. She saw me for who I was, in a way that no one ever had before. And she accepted me."Maybe... may I please?" My heart surged in my chest. For some reason, I wanted her to make me Little. I didn't understand the desire, but it felt amazing."Let's see, you already can't get out of your crib, you can't stand up or walk, and you have no bladder control... what else do you want to lose?""Can you take my words?" My pulse was racing, this was too good to be true. If I was dreaming, I didn't want to wake up."If your tantrums get out of control, yes I can. I can render you completely mute or I can leave you with just a few words. Is someone feeling fussy?", Gloria reached forward and pinched my cheek playfully, "I'm going to make a big bottle for you to drink and you're going to drink the whole thing without fuss, right?""No!" I shouted, though I couldn't keep the grin from my face, "I'm not thirsty! I don't want a bottle!" I laid down on the mattress and kicked my feet, flailing my arms, "No no no no no!""Sweet girl," Gloria smiled, "Someone is too little to speak, no words from you." She tapped my forehead with a glowing finger.. and my words were gone."Waaah!" I yelled, finishing my tantrum with a grin. "Yaa!" I giggled and clapped my hands. I had never felt this little before. I was trapped in a crib, in a wet diaper, and I couldn't say a word until my lady love allowed it. I laid down and sucked on my paci and hugged my unicorn while I waited for my bottle. She came back with it and I sat up, reaching for the bottle and opening and closing my hands."Does someone want their bottle now? Is my little princess going to be a good girl?""Aaa," I let the paci drop from my lips and nodded."Drink it all gone, or I'll make you," Gloria smiled. "I expect that diaper to be nice and wet for me. Show me how little you are, princess."The feelings were amazing as I lay back and drained the bottle. Peach water, she had added a sweetener to the cold, cold water. It was delicious. This was my fantasy come true. I didn't have to ask for it, I didn't have to pretend. I really was Gloria's Little this way. I had no choice. There was no shame in something I had no control over. I was completely trapped... and free to enjoy it.And that made it all the sweeter.

It's the whole reason I am into diapers. Having the ability to use the toilet taken away from you and treated as such is a fun power dynamic.

Since I began to wear and wet diapers for fun about six years ago, I've had at most two accidents a year. I wet the bed every night as a child, many nights as a teen, and some nights as a young adult. I hated it at the time, except that when I wet while still half asleep, I did think it was okay to wet and I enjoyed wetting. The feeling of enjoying it is back, only this time I embrace it, rather than being ashamed of doing it.