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Episode 1: Never Skype your mommy in a wet diaper Based on the originally interactive story founded by Jaytalon and Torux99. This was like my first diaper lover story made in like 2016. Jaytalon started it as 2nd person, so I continued it that way. Sucks I know.. Please support the originally work at http://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/1912144-Truth-or-dare/map/1 The story you are about to read never happened and will probably never happen in any form of reality. The power of imagination should is stronger than anything you can expect. The main character may be named “You” but that doesn’t necessarily mean that it is talking about you. The Narrator is meant to exist outside the events of a story. It could be either me or you, so the face of our young heroine could be anyone. The pronoun game is all about perspective. Until then it’s Goth to be Green. You are coming back from high school on a Friday afternoon expecting to spend all weekend on the excess homework that teachers are giving to you these days. You are just a normal 17 year old girl, in a normal neighborhood, and with a normal family. Your friends like to call you Star due to your free spirit, but you tend to get just as stressed as everyone else. Your one weakness is that you never back down from a challenge. You were the baby of the family and people had a lot of expectations for you. You: “I better do this homework quickly or else Beth is going to find something fun to do without me.” 30 minutes later of doing homework. You: “Ugh! I hate homework!” You get a call at 3:00 Friday, from your family friend Mr. Everest. He practically begs you to babysit his daughter and her friends for the weekend because he has a weekend long business trip to go to. He says he'll pay you $300 for the weekend and all you need for food. The Everest’s were good friends of Mommy, but this is the first time they ever needed you to babysit their daughter. You think: “I could use $300. Mommy always says that I need to think about getting a job. Any excuse to get me out of the house. I’m good with kids, but I have too much homework.” You: “Sure I can be there, but only if the kids can behave themselves so that I can do homework.” Mr. Everest agrees saying that his daughter is just an angel. Cute as a button. You agree to the arrangement and also get permission from your parents. You pack up everything that you’ll need for the weekend including your panties, pajamas, clothes, and notes for homework. You drive towards the house in the nice side of the neighborhood. The Everest’s are a well off family making their house look like a mansion. You sure wish that you could live in a place like this, if only you knew. You knocked on the door and are let inside to a tranquil scenery. The Everest’s leave immediately after telling you that their daughter Sara would explain everything. Eight girls, all eleven, await you in the main room. Mr. Everest’s daughter, Sara, greets you. She gives of a mature look for her age, yet at the same time adorable. Her voice gave off the impression that she could take care of you, with a little bit of sass. Her friends were Jessie, Mary, Liza, Samantha, Juliet, Maddie, and Ginny. Among them she was clearly the alpha and sure showed it. Jessie is her best friend of the group. She has fashion sense only second to Sara for a middle schooler. The rest wore normal clothes for kids their age except for Liza and Juliet. Liza dressed up punk rock with temporary tattoos, while Juliet dressed in a Lolita style. Sara: “Very nice to see you.” You: “The same.” You set your bag down to prepare for an afternoon of doing homework since you figured the girls could look after themselves. Fifteen minutes later the girls all sit in a circle and Sara asks if you want to play a game of Truth or Dare. You think: “Thank god! Anything to avoid this shit!” You know you would think this if you had homework. You nod and say sure. What’s the worst that can happen? The nine of you sit down in a circle and Sara grabs a decorated bottle made specifically for the game. If you have never heard of Truth or Dare before here are the traditional rules. A group of people form a circle and the first person decides on a way to pick someone. When that person is chosen the challenger asks them if they want Truth or Dare. If the person chooses Truth then they must answer a question asked by the challenger honestly. If dare then the challenger orders the person to do a specific task, no matter what it may be. However dares may vary depending on the players. You got everything? Really? Good for you? The bottle is placed in the middle of the circle and Sara spins it. Round and round it goes where it stops nobody knows. It slows down and lands on you! Sara: “Awesome! The babysitter on the first turn. Well what will it be Truth or Dare? The other girls are giggling just wanting to now whatever you will choose. You decide with great hesitation that you will pick Truth. Sara asks: "What is the size of your panties?" You blush and think: “What a weird question for middle school girls to ask. Well we’re all girls and it’s not like they are going to sniff them like some perverts. You answer: "11, Medium." The girls are quite satisfied with the answer and let you have your turn. You then spin the bottle and it lands on, surprisingly, you again. You laugh: “Whoops! What are the odds? Guess I’ll spin again.” “Not so fast girl” Sara says in a more shrill voice. It seems different than before but her voice is just so dominating, but you can’t seem to resist immediately. “Our rules is that if you land on yourself on your turn, then the last challenger gets to have their turn on you again. So what will it be Truth or Dare?” You decide to show them that their truths mean diddly squat and you don't want to tell them anything embarrassing, so you pick dare. Sara: “Okay Baby-Doll, I dare you to wear diapers the whole weekend.” You: “Well if it is dare then how can I refuse…Wait WHAT?!!” You thought you had cotton in your ears or something because you swore you heard Sara dare you to wear diapers. Diapers, the stuff babies wear. Now you try to rationalize this. After all there was no way that these girls were serious about this. You were way too big to fit into diapers so they must mean house. Although they seemed a bit old to be playing house, you could see them doing that. Besides you never back down from a challenge. You comply, not realizing the backside of the deal... they go into a closet and grab a diaper in a size 11, medium. They set you down and remove your shoes, socks, skirt, and underwear. They slide the diaper underneath you as Sara applies the baby powder and lotions. It feels surprisingly soft, much to your discouragement. Immediately Jessie takes a pictures of you causing you to blink from the flash. You: “Hey you’re being a bit rough.” Sara: “Oh give it a rest Baby-Doll. It’s all part of the game.” She does the tapes and allows you to sit up. It feels weird wearing a diaper after so many years. The extra bulk spreads your legs out ever so slightly. You figured that the girls would be done with this game soon anyway. After all people don’t normally go that far in Truth or Dare, that would be ridiculous. Mary: “Khaaaaa! She looks so adorable! Can we keep her?” Liza: “She looks too happy for my taste?” Juliet: “I think you mean her clothes are too tacky for our (my) taste.” Jessie: “I say it suits her.” Ginny: “Thumbs up for effort.” Maddie: “I’ve seen better versions on the internet.” Samantha: “Mary is right she does look cute.” This makes you blush, but still willing to play the game. Sara has everyone resume the game as it is her turn to spin the bottle once again. It lands on you. Sara: “Well Baby-Doll Truth or Dare?” “It can’t get weirdo than this so I guess I’ll pick dare again” You said Sara says: "I dare you to call your mom right now and beg her to buy you diapers so you can wear and use them." You're unbelieving of this... what would happen? "This can't be happening..." you think. Sara sets up a laptop in front of you so that your entire body is shown. You are still wearing a skirt on top of your diaper, but you feel exposed. The nervousness is making you feel the urge to pee, but do not want to do it in front of everyone. You try to cross your legs to subdue the pressure, but the bulkiness of the diaper makes it hard to do so. The kids notice and giggle in the background. "Okay so enter in your number and call your mom" Sara says. "I really have to pee right now" You say. Sara's friend Juliet says "Well you can’t go to the bathroom with that diaper on." Sara: "Wait until you complete my dare or I'll tell my parents!" Not wanting Sara's parents to find out you immediately call home using Skype. At this point you are gripping your skirt tightly to hold in the pressure so that you do not wet yourself. If you wet yourself in a diaper in front of your mom you would die of embarrassment and never hear the end of it. Unfortunately for you the person who answered was your mommy. She is a strict but fair person and a firm believer of punishment. You are already on thin ice with her do to getting a D on your last test so you did not want to know how she would punish you for wearing a diaper. "Why are you calling me? I thought you were babysitting. Is something wrong?" Your mommy asked surprised. "Well ell ell you-u see I I I had something come and nee eed eed you to to" Your bladder cannot take it anymore you are about to wet yourself in front of everyone. Sara notices this and has her friend Ginny start recording. Your mommy notices this. "What's wrong you look like you have to pee" mommy notes. The mention of "pee" breaks your limit as you start to pee into your diaper. The warmth was felt all over your crotch like a feeling that you haven't felt in years. At the same time you blush in a form of great shame and a small part of unexpected pleasure. After only a second of peeing responded with an "Eek!" as you tried to pull your short skirt with all of you might to prevent the swelling of the diaper from becoming visible in an effort to prevent this from becoming any more awkward than it already is. You just didn't want to admit to your mommy that you are peeing in a diaper in front of her and eight 11 year old girls that you are supposed to be babysitting. You think very quickly these thoughts in the second that you start pulling your skirt down "I can't let mommy see my wet diaper! Wait, did I just think "my diaper"? Diapers are you babies! I'm not a baby!! I'm not a baby!! How did those little brats trick me into this! I'm in a #@&%ing diaper for Christ’s sake and peeing in it like one!! I can't keep it in anymore!! I'm not a little baby girl! The diaper is swelling up!! My friends at school will find out! What is going to happen to me?! It’s getting warmer and warmer! My skirt is too short! Sara is going to keep me like this all weekend?! I can't let mommy see me in this wet diappee!!! I need to hide it!!!! Hide it!!!! Come on arms pull!" Unfortunately the worst possible thing happened. Since you never stopped crossing your legs when you starting pulling, your skirt wouldn't budge straight down. In your panic you began pulling harder down in a diagonal fashion that caused your skirt to rip apart from the top leaving the diaper fully exposed and your skirt unusable. The kids' jaws dropped in shock at the sight and Sara was glad that your humiliation is being filmed. With your diaper fully exposed you continue to pee right in front of your mother. The diaper's yellow stain continues to spread as your diaper smells up and starts to sag. The warm feeling makes its way to the bottom of your butt as you feel a slight tickle from it. After a half a minute, but what feels like an eternity, you finally stop peeing but the damage is one. You just peed your diaper like a baby in front of your mother. Sara and her friends began acting surprised by creating background noise that makes it seem like this is the first time seeing or knowing that you were wearing a diaper. They planned to have you in diapers before you even arrived so they were well rehearsed. Your mom cannot believe what she is seeing. Her youngest daughter, age 17 and 5'7.5 feet tall was on screen wearing only a shirt and a diaper that she just wet herself in. "Baby why are you wearing a diaper?" mommy asks. Tears are in your eyes. You don't know what to do but your mom always told you to follow through on anything. On the other hand you were always told to be truthful. What else could these kids possibly do to you? You already wet your diaper in front of you mommy and the girls recorded everything. There is no way that you will be able to convince Mommy that the girls forced a diaper on you, especially since you let them, and wet yourself in front of her. You decide to get it over with as tears flow down your face and your stress makes you sound infantile. "Mommy I'be been having trouble holding it in" You cannot believe that you just said that. "I took a nap earlier and when I woke up I found that I wet the bed. Sara helped me clean up but my accidents continued. Sniff Sniff I found this diaper lying around and got curious, so I tried it on but this diaper isn't helping at all!" To make you emergency seem more dire, your legs give out as you sit down in a W position where her wet diaper is fully exposed and you are slanted so that the legs are forward past the crotch and bent so that the legs go back. She also covered her eyes to hide the shame. It felt gross sitting in a wet diaper with the peed being squished on you crotch. "I cannot find anymore diapers and cannot leave the house while babysitting these kids. I'm such a baby! I don't want to leave pee all over the house especially in front of these sweet kids. " You were really in character so now was the time to finish it to complete this stupid dare. You say in a quiet, embarrassed voice: "Mommy can you please bring me more diappes." Your mommy doesn't believe this and starts yelling at you from the laptop monitor. Mommy: "Do you know how immature you are?! What would Ms. Everest think?" "Mom and Dad won't be back until Monday" said Sara. Mommy: "Well that's just perfect, of all the times for my daughter to act like a baby. Sara you hold the fort. I'll be there in an hour. Spank the Baby if she doesn't follow your orders." "But Mommy" you plead. "No buts baby!" If you hadn't already wet yourself earlier you would have now. "We are going to have a long talk about what to do later. You just lost your underwear privileges. You are forbidden from changing your diaper until I arrive. Now sit in that corner of the room until I arrive." The authority from mommy's voice took away the energy from your legs. Some more pee ended up escaping into you diaper from shock. In embarrassment you crawl to the far side of the room as the other girls cued and made fun of your diaper. Liza even smacked your diapered butt for fun that caused your pee to move around in you soiled diaper. When you reached the corner you lowered you head in shame. This was going to be your life for the next two days. After that mommy signed out from Skype where you expect that she is buying diapers. What you didn’t know was that mommy and daddy had plans of their own. They had the perfect babysitter to take care of you. The girls were quite pleased with the results of the game. "So what should we do now?" asked Samantha. "Well my dare isn't over until the baby's diapers arrive, not that we don't need them" Sara smirked. "It wouldn't feel right to continue the game until it is over." You don't think that it makes a difference since the bottle always lands on you. Sara: "Okay let us take it to a vote on whether to continue the game or wait until the diapers arrive. Of course the baby will not be voting" The girls are busy voting on your fate leaving you with your thoughts. You just had to play along with a simple game of Truth or Dare. Now you are stuck in a wet diaper with an angry mommy across town. You think: “These girls are truly sadists. I wish this was just a dream that I could wake up from.”

Chapter 25 (Kate) I was thinking of Angie’s advice when I settled on the punishment: be harsh just to be harsh, so that he learns you’re in control and accepts that as the norm. Of course Jordy didn’t do anything wrong. That wasn’t really the point. The point was that I could just decide he had misbehaved, set a punishment, and see how he responded. I could tell how conflicted he was. His contorted little face when I told him no bathroom for 24 hours was priceless. He wanted to say no. I thought he was going to. I thought he would just flat out refuse, and I was hoping he would, sort of, because I didn’t know how’d I’d react and wanted to find out. His swearing just gave me an excuse to paddle his ass, and he sounded so pathetic when I told him his punishment stood. Angie definitely had some insight there into how I’d come to think of Jordy as our new dynamic deepened. I know he’s not an adult baby, and I still don’t think of myself as a big or age player or whatever they call it, but he does seem more like a whiny teen nowadays, and with him being back in diapers at my insistence, I do feel a smidge more responsible for him. Changing a wet diaper isn’t so bad, really. Something about Saturdays remind me of my girlhood. We try but not always succeed in not having any errands on Saturdays, just one day a week with no obligations. I remember lazy Saturdays like that growing up, with Mom busying herself with some chore or other, and then she’d call us to the kitchen where we’d find a simple lunch. Kid food: PB&J or baloney or grilled cheese, sliced apples, chips, the like. Simple little pleasures. “Jordy! How about I make us lunch?” He was still upset by his spanking and punishment and had gone down to the basement to play Xbox. I heard the war pause before he called up, “Okay.” “I’ll call you when it’s ready.” And the war resumed. We really don’t keep a lot of food in the house, especially now that we’re trying to eat better, but it being Saturday, I decided to make us a treat: grilled cheese with mortadella. It tastes exactly like baloney, but we get to pretend we’re fancy people. “Jordy! Lunch his ready.” World War Whatever went into a ceasefire, and Jordy was just a few steps behind me as when I got back to your kitchen. “I thought you’d like a treat.” “Thanks.” “How’s your butt?” My guilty pleasure, watching him blush. “Fine,” he answered as he sat down. I decided to observe the mercy rule and not follow up with another question. “Do you want to go out tonight? Maybe dinner and a movie, or just go wander around the mall or something?” “Maybe. Anything out right now you wanna see?” “I’m not sure.” I bit my tongue when it occurred to me to tell him they’d let him into R-rated movies so long as he was with me. “Just anything to get out of the house.” “I look and see what’s playing.” Three hours later, he came back upstairs and sat next to me in the living room. I was just watching Netflix, and I didn’t think anything of it at first. He didn’t seem to be interested in what I was watching, but that’s not such a big deal. I thought he was just bored until he started squirming. “Do you need your diaper changed,” I finally asked. And it was a legitimate ask. I wasn’t trying to embarrass him. I was trying to solve whatever problem had him not sitting still. “No.” “You’re sure? Do I need to check?” I knew he was wet. He’s always wet. “No. I ...” “What,” I asked when he didn’t say anything else. “I need to use the bathroom.” “Oh.” “Can I?” I really didn’t think this was going to be an issue. I figured he’d just hold it. He usually goes once in the morning, and that’s it. But I did feed him a fatty lunch. Maybe it got his system moving. I wanted to say yes. I wanted to say yes, but I thought about what that meant for our relationship. What would happen if the very first time I gave him a punishment he really didn’t like, I just gave in? That would be hard to come back from. So I wanted to say no, but ew. Just, ew. I made my decision. “It’s ‘May I,’ and no, you may not.” He looked away from me for a moment. He seemed to be deciding something of his own, but whatever it was, I think he chickened out. All he did was ask, “Please? I learned my lesson.” I reached over and took his hand. It’s not easy being the one in charge. Sometimes you have to enforce rules and punishments you don’t want to. It made me think back to my childhood again and all the times I’m sure Mom and Dad would much rather have said yes or given in or canceled a grounding because they didn’t want to go through the effort or they hated seeing me or my sisters miss something important to us, but they didn’t. “Actions have consequences, and this is one of them this time, honey. You’re going to have to hold it.” I really hoped he could. I doubted he could, but maybe if he did for long enough, the need would subside. “I don’t think he can,” he whined. Ugh. “Do you want some privacy?” “What?” “Why don’t you go to the guest room?” Rebellion flashed in Jordy’s eyes. “How ‘bout I just go use the toilet?” He started to get up. Well, dammit. If he was going to make this a test of wills, I couldn’t lose. “No, honey. You can go in your diaper, or you can hold it until ten tomorrow morning. Those are your choices.” I watched him turn an angry kind of red. “And before you say something else, remember what happened when you got upset this morning.” I saw his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed. “May I please go use the toilet,” he asked again. I was trying to be patient and gentle. I knew this wasn’t something he enjoyed, and it wasn’t lost on me that I did sorta break part of our agreement by taking over his diapering. “Honey, you may not,” I repeated. “You may poop your diaper, or you may hold it.” “And what if I just got up right now and went to the bathroom?” Fair question. “You’ll be a very sorry little boy,” I said, “You’ll get a very hard and very long spanking, and I don’t know what else.” Jordy looked like he was deciding again, but only for a second before his shoulders slumped. “This isn’t fair. This is my fetish. I don’t wanna.” What a little boy’s response. It hadn’t worked five hours ago, and it didn’t work right then. “What did I tell you this morning? Now that I’ve put you back in diapers, you don’t get to decide.” “I don’t get to decide anything, though?” “No, you don’t.” I knew in his heart it’s what he wanted, and his acceptance of that, albeit grudging, just confirmed it. Jordan is an adult, after all. “Please,” he asked plaintively. He looked very uncomfortable. If I’d said yes, he’d have flown off the couch. “Honey, just go.” His head shot up. “You’ll feel much better, and you can change right away.” He barely nodded and stood up. “Where are you going,” I asked before I let his hand go. “The guest room.” “Okay. Wait for me there.” He didn’t say anything and kept walking. I waited about ten minutes. I paused outside the door and listened, I’m not sure for what. Tears wouldn’t have surprised me, exactly. I knocked. “Come in.” I opened the door and didn’t see him until I turned. “Why are you on your naughty spot?” He was standing in the corner. “I dunno. Just seemed ... where else?” “Do you feel better?” “Mhmm.” The room didn’t smell yet. I doubted that would last. “Will change me now?” “Are you sure you’re done? You still can’t use the bathroom until tomorrow. You understand that, right?” “Yes. I’m ... I’m done.” The little butterflies in my stomach were angry humming birds now. My husband was standing in the corner of our guest room in a dirty diaper. This seemed like it should’ve been a bigger deal than it was. I guess we had opposite reactions. He thought it was a big deal before, and now he seemed slightly less bothered by it, while it was starting to feel like a big deal to me. “Come here,” I said, and he left his naughty spot and shuffled over. I wasn’t going to change him. No way. I just wanted to make sure he could make it downstairs the way he was. He stood in front of me, and I slid his lazy Saturday shorts down, exposing his diaper. I got a whiff of it and was even more determined not to change him. “Turn around for me.” The blush on his face was priceless, but I was laying more attention to his diaper. He turned, and thinking this is no different from checks my nephew’s dirty diaper, when he was still in diapers, I put my hand on his diapered butt. There was quite the bulge. He shuddered. I saw his neck turn pink. I gave it a little pat. The link turned red and spread up toward his ears. Liking this now, sort of, I decided to say something that, if it wasn’t received well, I could claim I was just trying to comfort him. “It’s okay, Jordy. Poopy diapees just happen to little boys in diapers sometimes.” And I finished it with three more pats. “You were a good boy following your punishment.” He shuddered again. I smiled, and I don’t know what expression was on his face, and I decided not to push my luck. I stepped back. “Why don’t you go use the basement shower and get yourself cleaned up? There’s some trash bags in the work room,” I told him. “You’re not gonna change me?” “I’ll get you in a new diaper when you’re come back upstairs. Scoot,” I added with a firmer pat on his diaper. When I did get him back in a clean diaper, he didn’t go back downstairs to his video game. Surprising me, he followed me back to the living room, and when I turned on Netflix, without a word, he laid down against me. Eventually, I moved so he could put his head in my lap if he wanted to. He did. We didn’t go see a movie.

Looking for a fellow DL, male between 28 and 32. Some care play maybe but prefer to just be with someone who understands the love for a dry or wet diapers and being comfy in them.

Rosie stood nervously in front of a strange door in a strange hallway. There was nothing outwardly strange about them. It could have been any other apartment door in any other hallway, but the reason she was here was certainly strange.She had taken it up on a whim. A single offer, coming to her from someone she had spoken too online but had never met in person. After years visiting a... strange... community online, speaking to people without seeing them, even making art for it, she had been offered a chance to actually try living it. The person's name was Samantha, and they certainly had a lot of similar interests, but it was still frightening. She didn't really know this person, did she? How well can you know someone you've never seen before? Do online meetings and relationships count the same as in person?On top of that, she was here to play the sub. It was a role she she was always interested it but didn't even discuss as much. Almost every discussion she had and every drawing she made had her playing dom. She knew this would be difficult, having to let someone take control of her for a change. Not only that, but the plan was meant to be a surprise. She had no idea what was in store for her, it was all Samantha's decision. That was all part of it, and they had similar interests, but it was still frightening. She closed her eye and psyched herself. She could do this. Just turn off the dominant side, and let someone else take control. At least if it turned bad she could always ask for it to start.Holding her breath, she knocked. The door was almost immediately answered by a tall, athletically built blond haired woman. Rosie, herself almost 6 feet tall, wasn't used to having to look up at another woman. Rosie stared at the woman's arms, hoping whatever the plan was didn't involve a lot of spanking. This was definitely a woman who could make that hurt, and definitely one who would have no problem dominating over someone."Rosie?" the woman asked, and Rosie nodded. The woman dragged her in by the arm, closed the door and locked it. She looked Rosie over, examining her wavy brown hair and shorter, broad hipped build. She smiled and tapped her nose. "Hehe your just as cute as I expected," she smacked Rosie on the butt, making her yelp. "Perfect for what I have planned."Rosie blushed over the treatment. It was... sudden, she thought. She tried to back up a bit, then mentally checked herself. She was here to play sub, she told herself. This was the sort of treatment she could expect. "Ummm... thanks. Are you Samantha?""Yes, that's right dear. Good girl!" Samantha patted her head."Uhhh... thanks. So what are we going to do? Are we going to just start, or talk a bit first?" Rosie was trying still play the role of submissive while making sure the boundaries were kept."Oh, don't worry, you'll see soon enough." Samantha began dragging her further into the apartment. Rosie's instinct was to pull away, but she let herself be lead. They passed a well stocked kitchen, a cozy living room with several couches and a television, and went down a white walled hallway into a bedroom. The bedroom was large and spacious, with a queen sized bed, bookshelves, and paintings on all walls. Once they were there, Samantha turned Rosie to face her and examined her again. She looked at Rosie's black jeans and button up shirt. "Hmmm... we will have to do something about those clothes. Far to mature, and the want-to-be rebellious look isn't good for you." Rosie gaped at her and couldn't respond. Instead, she was pushed onto the bed. "Now, wait here a moment little one. I need to get some things ready.""Alright," Rosie said. Samantha's tone gave no room for argument, and the anticipation of what could come, along with her clear control was exciting, she was sat nervously, a pit forming in her stomach. What did Samantha have planned? Samantha left and closed the door.After a moment she haired footsteps in the hallway. Wait, she thought, how many are there? Suddenly her nervousness turned to pure anxiety, even fear. How many people where there? She didn't know there was more then one, she hadn't agreed to that. She opened her mouth to argue, but was interrupted as the door burst open, and Samantha stood in followed by two other girls, each holding articles of clothing.Rosie didn't have time to fully process what was happening before they had grabbed her. "Hey... what are.... no!" She said as her shirt was forcibly removed. She had agreed to be submissive, but this sudden invasion of her privacy was still shocking. She struggled, but was held tight, and felt her arms being pulled into a pair of sleeves. She barely had a chance to comprehend what was happening before she realized she was being tied into a strait jacket. Her arms were pulled behind her and secured."Hey, I said.. MPHH...!" she was silenced as something was shoved into her mouth. She gagged at the bitter taste, and realized it was a bar of soap. Samantha was moving it back and forth as the other girls strapped her arms behind her back. Her mouth filled with creamy white foam as she shoved the bar into her mouth again and again."There, that will wash out any more naughty words," Samantha said. She then took the bar out. Rosie gasped, and the foam dribbled down her face. She tried to speak, but found her mouth was filled again. This time it was a pacifier that was tied into place behind her head. It filled her mouth completely to her throat, forcing her to swallow the rest of the soap, and turning her protests into incomprehensible mumbles. "What was that?" Samantha said. "Something you don't like? Well just tell me, and I'll be sure to stop," she laughed, and Rosie glared.Now that she was tied and silenced, the Samantha's two friends lifted Rosie's feet into the air, forcing her to her back on the couch. Rosie tried to kick and pull herself away. "MPHHH!" she shouted at a sudden, sharp pain on her backside. She looked to see Samantha standing over her with a long black paddle. She wondered what she had gotten herself into. Playing sub had seemed so exciting in theory. Even now, part of her was eager to keep going. But this much pain and control was so foreign and coming on so quickly. She was overwhelmed with emotions, and struggled not even knowing if she wanted to leave or stay.She was spanked again. "Now now, that's enough of that," Samantha said. It was pointless anyway, Rosie found the two girl's grasp was unbreakable, and Samantha simply moved on.The next thing Samantha grabbed was the one thing Rosie had expected from the start, but now stared at nervously. It was what she wanted for months, but by far the most embarrassing part yet.Seeing the frightened, humiliated but excited look in Rosie's eyes, Samantha smiled. "Yes, I'm sure this is what my baby wants, isn't it? She's just been lying to us, to everyone, with her naughty big girl clothes, posing as an adult, posing as a professional, pretending to be mature... we all know it is a lie, don't we?" Rosie stared, and Samantha smiled and lifted the object into the air. It was a large, thick diaper. It was white but with a pink, flowery panel on the front, with letters proclaiming the wearer "Princess," and a design that let everyone know that the wearer wasn't a real adult, but simply an overgrown, adult baby. It didn't look like an adult diaper, but a baby's Pampers made in a larger size. More then that, it was a sign that her last shred of adulthood was gone, that even the most basic levels of control and maturity were forcibly stripped from her. It meant she couldn't even be trusted to use the toilet, and if that was true, what could she be trusted with?Rosie cringed, helpless as Samantha powdered her and placed the thick pamper underneath her. She felt the thick padding go up between her legs and close on her, then get tapped securely on. Samantha then pulled the strap of the strait jacked underneath the diaper and attached it on either side, leaving her locked inside her humiliating, childish garment. The other two girls put pink baby booties on her feet, then stood her up. She was made to face herself in a mirror, and sulked. Even the straight jacket seemed to have been made on the similar theme, with a pink and white design consisting of flowers, babyish drawings and "Princess" written on her chest, along with a skirt of fabric around her waist that made it look like a tutu while leaving her diaper fully exposed. She thought of her own image of herself- serene, powerful, in control- and tried to compare it to the baby she saw staring at her in the mirror. This is what she wanted, she reminded herself, though part of her wondered why. She closed her eyes and told herself to just listen to what Samantha wanted, as she had agreed to.Samantha came up to her smiling, and seemed to smile even broader when she saw the defeated look on Rosie's face. She attached a collar to her neck, then a leash, and brandished the paddle in her other hand."Now, come along my little princess, and be a good girl. Its time to meet some more friends."Friends?! Rosie thought. There were MORE people!? She tried to pull away, but was forced forward by the leash, and the pacifier turned any argument into mumbles."Whats that? Remember, if you don't like something, just tell me!" Samantha said, then laughed.Rosie simply followed. The abnormal bulk of her diaper felt odd between her legs, and made her waddle. Rosie had tried the thickest adult diapers she could find, but this was still a surprise. The only thing she could think of was Snuggies waddles made with a custom design, but that still didn't seem to cut it. Perhaps Waddlers with a thickening pad, she thought. Whatever it was, it was clearly designed to be intrusive, and it worked. The strap of the straight jacket added to the feeling, making it feel thicker and stiffer and pressing it against her. The diaper crinkled loudly, and was hot and heavy, but at the same time soft and, in a way, comfortable.Rosie was pulled into the living room, which was now full of people. They all cheered and laughed at once as she entered, blushing. Some were people she had seen before, acquaintances from work or people she had run into, but most were strangers. There even seemed to be other fetishists there- a woman in a black leather full body suit held on a leash by a man in a suit, a blond haired boy who sat whimpering on a woman's lap while wearing a diaper and dress and suckling a pacifier, a girl in a bunny outfit with ears, and others. The attention, however, was all directed at Rosie."Awwww she's so cute!" a stranger proclaimed."Yes, I agree. She was an excellent choice.""Just look at her blush! She is sooo embarrassed haha. I wonder if she's wet already?""Oooo imagine her look during her first diaper change."Samantha quieted them with a have of her hands. "Now now, we will get to that. First, we need to prepare our baby. Now, Rosie, you may be wondering what this is." Rosie nodded, humiliated and terrified. "Most of them are my friends. We've been looking for someone just like you to be our new baby girl. We already have a baby boy and others, so we needed you for a new playmate. We meet from time to time for... fun." She smiled at the word, leaving it open to whatever Rosie could think of. "The others are people you knew who were open to the idea. We like to have a few people our subs recognize on the first night. It adds to the... fun... and ensures people will know about your new lifestyle."She continued. "Tonight, Rosie, is all about you. This is your initiation, then you'll be part of our group. Remember, if you don't like it, just say so," she laughed.With that, Samantha grabbed the leash right by her collar and gently pulled her down. Rosie shook her head violently, making as much noise as the pacifier would allow. This was too far, she thought. She'd agreed to play sub, and would have, but did not agree to have other people. She wanted out.Samantha, however, ignored her pleas. She made Rosie crawl, much to the delight of the audience, and sat her on a plank in front of the wall facing outward. "This here is something that is going to help you be a good baby. In a little while, all your naughty arguing will end," she said. She threaded leash through a hoop on the blank Rosie was sitting on. Next, she felt it pulled down underneath her and between her legs, then upwards. It was attached to the wall above her, forcing her into a kneeling, head down position from which she couldn't move.Rosie glanced around, struggling even to keep her head up, and tried to figure out what was going on. The people were smiling at her, though some of the obvious subs stared at her nervously and with pity.Soon Samantha was in front of her, holding a pair of headphones. "Now now little one, don't worry at all," she said soothingly. "Mommy will take care of everything. Just listen to this, and everything will soon be better." With that, she placed the headphones on Rosie's head, and hit a button.

Chapter XIII Cora led the way out of the restaurant, weaving through fancy tables, until we were alone on the street. "That was weird," I said plainly. "Who were they, anyway?" "Cora!" A woman hurried down the street, two shopping bags in her arms, with all the grace of a drunk penguin. Cora gave me a look and put her finger to her lips. I understood the instruction: no talking. "Cora, oh gosh, I knew you'd be here! I was uptown, and--" The woman stopped, looked at me, then up at Cora again. "Who's this?" "This?" Oh. Cora smiled with all the pride of an actual parent. "This is Nattie, she's our little princess project." It took a moment for the woman to click what that meant, and then realization swept over her face. "Oh. OH! Like Im-" And Cora didn't let her finish that comparison. "Nattie, this is Fliss - she's my friend." "Best friend," Fliss interjected, and Cora laughed. "Yes, darling." Princess project? What was that about? I opened my mouth to greet the strange, eccentric woman - Fliss - but then I remembered the rule. No talking. I looked at Cora for an answer, who seemed to ignore me. So instead of introducing myself, I gave Fliss a tiny wave and a half-smile, just like the women in the restaurant. Now I understood: the half-smiles were nervous smiles. But what did they have to be nervous about? "Well, it's nice to meet you, Nattie." Natalie, I nearly corrected her, but I held my tongue. Ugh, this was so annoying! "Are you hungry, Cora?" Fliss asked, and Cora mercifully shook her head with a smile. "Actually, we just ate," "Oh poo. Okay, how about coffee? Nattie could get a chocolate milk?" And that comparison suggestion made Cora smile noticeably brightly. "You know what, Fliss? That sounds lovely. Do you know a place nearby?" "Obviously! Who do you think I am?" Chocolate milk? Why couldn't I have coffee? I loved coffee! But I wasn't about to break the one rule Cora gave me. So I looked on in frustration as Fliss led the way down the block, into a coffee shop. I saw a sign for the restroom and tugged on Cora's blouse. When she looked at me, I pointed at the bathroom. "You can hold it until we're at home, darling, we won't be awfully long." Why, though? Well, Cora explained that one, too. "We can't have a dress as pretty as yours, on a girl as pretty as you, going into just any public restroom, can we?" I looked up at her incredulously. Did she just tell me no, that I couldn't use the bathroom? I could hardly believe it. With budding frustration, I tugged harder on her shirt and pointed again to the bathroom. This time, I gave her as stern an expression as I could. "Natalie," This time Cora's voice was sharp, not playful, not open for negotiations. This was her 'you keep this path up and you're in trouble’ voice, the voice that was close enough to the sound of her husband’s tone of finality. Honestly, it sounded almost foreign coming from Cora. "Be good, darling. Now come, we mustn't keep Fliss waiting." I felt my stomach drop out from under me. My chest ached. My ears were ringing. Her voice sounded like Mr. Gladstone, and it brought back all the fear and anxiety of work. Then I was reminded about Monday, about another spanking. I felt like crying. Cora took a step forward in line and I followed her quietly. And there it was - the dividing line of what was acceptable behavior for Natalie and what wasn't. And following her to the cafe? That was expected. The place was small, too, barely a little hole in the wall, but the tables out front were patina'd and glorious, and had pretty little umbrellas over top. Fliss couldn't wait to gush about them. "Did you know they got these from an Italian bakery that's over 200 years old? How classic, right?" Cora laughed and set her purse down on one of the tables to claim it. "Let's hope their coffee is just as good, Fliss" "Cora, have you MET me? Trust me, chicaboo." Fliss went to order while Cora and reserved a table. The second Fliss was out of earshot, I started speaking only to be cut off. "Not now, Natalie." "But, she's--" "My personal life is a delicate balancing act, and I need you to continue your silence until we get home." "But..." "I'm glad we understand each other." I looked up at Cora with a mixture of resignation and irritation. This wasn't fair... "Coffee, coffee, chocolate milk, three vanilla slices." Fliss announced as she sat down at the table with the pretty silver platter teetering with cups and little plates. This wasn't the estate restaurant, but it was pretty presentation nonetheless. "Now I know you said you ate, but you have to try these 'nilla slices, they are to die for." I passed Fliss a small, thankful half-smile. But she wasn't paying any attention to me. I took the chocolate milk and sipped it gently, though I wasn't a huge fan of chocolate or milk. It was pretty good though. Cora started talking about another woman whose name I didn't recognize, and Fliss kept that conversation going for a while. I took a bite of the cake next, and my eyes sparkled with delight. Wooowww... "It's good, right?" Fliss grinned, licking her spoon, and Cora even cracked a smile even though she had no interest in her own slice. "She's so darling when she's immersed in things, Fliss, you should see her when her favorite show has a new episode on Netflix, she's so excitable." Which was true only by virtue of the fact that since the alcohol incident she'd been restricted to Netflix Kids and there was only a limited variety of things on there that weren't condescending or downright infantile. It almost felt like Cora was making fun of me. Was she? Or was this just a game for her, since I couldn't talk? Either way, when we got home, I'd have to have a conversation with Cora. And I sure wouldn't be going to any of her "fancy lunches" ever again! But wow, the cake was good. I finished the whole slice before Cora even took a bite, and then I downed the rest of my chocolate milk with a bleary smile, lost in the moment. "Oh, um," Fliss began, gesturing at Natalie, and Cora followed her gaze and quickly sprung into action, slipping a napkin from the table into her hand and catching the chocolate milk running down Natalie's chin at the last second, before it could drip onto her dress. I stood frozen as Cora wiped my face with the napkin. When she pulled it away, there was chocolate milk on the cloth. I felt a burning blush come over my cheeks and I sunk further into the chair. "Be more careful," Cora told me, and I nodded ever so slightly. "We must be going, Fliss, Natalie has had a long day," Even though it was four in the afternoon at best, "and you know how they are at her age." Fliss took a moment to process and then smiled and laughed a bit. "For totes. I need to get all this shopping home to Meg anyway, so I'll see you later? Oh and eat your cake!" Fliss gave Cora a hug goodbye and took off down the street, in the opposite direction from which we had come. I waited until she turned the corner, before letting my frustration get the better of me. "Why are you embarrassing me in front of your friends? I already have to walk around dressed like this! And you act like I'm a kid!" "Is this embarrassing to you, darling?" Cora asked, with a genuine tone of surprise. "Being fawned over, loved, appreciated… causing people to smile just by being around you, is that embarrassing? Being a bright light in this dreary world of ours, is that embarrassing? I wasn't treating you like a kid, Nattie, I was treating you like a treasure." ...well, I didn't expect that response. Cora was always so hard to predict. And the moment it took me to collect my thoughts was all the time Cora needed. "Now please, no more talking until we get home. It's very important to me." I looked at her with anger and confusion, then fell back into my chair with only mild irritation. She seemed so sincere... it was hard to believe she would intentionally upset me. She had always been so nice. So maybe I should let her have this one... "Thank you for being so good, Natalie." That came after ten minutes of walking quietly, and Cora spoke with upmost confidence. "I'm actually so pleased with you today - indiscretions aside - that I'm going to get you a reward, my darling. It's a little bit to walk, but I think after eating all that cake it's probably for the best." She could have called for her car, to be honest, but Padded Sells wasn't that far to walk, and she was hoping her denial of Natalie's bathroom request would have some ramifications soon. The only entertainment during a walk is conversation, and I didn't have that tool in my toolbox anymore. So the thirty-five minute walk uptown was incredibly dull. My thoughts drifted away from me, to work, to Sam, to how different my life was this past month. I let my boss spank me, for crying out loud! But I let my last boss fuck me, so I guess this counted as a road to improvement. When we finally stopped, I was so unprepared that I bumped right into Cora. We were at a strip mall on the north end of the city - I'd been here a few times. Where were we going, anyway? "Here are are, darling." The sign on the frosted glass was subtle, understated - simply the words "Padded Sells" with a baby-pin hanging from the 'e' in sells. There was nothing else to indicate what the place sold inside, but Cora was about to brief her little charge. "If you'd like anything once we’re in, you just point at it twice, okay?" But maintaining her silence? That was important. Especially here. Padded Sells? A baby store? I'd passed by the storefront in the past, but the windows were covered with white paper or something. I'd never once thought to check it out. But Cora was waiting for an answer, so I nodded my head. Obviously she wanted me to continue my silence. The door opened inward and inside that door was another, one that required knocking on. A woman answered and she smiled upon recognition of Cora, and welcomed the two of them inside. And as for what was inside, well... it was a little bit surreal. Clothing that was familiar? Yes, obviously. But not sizes that were familiar, oh no no. There were rompers, onesies, dresses in all sorts, but in adult sizes. Before Natalie could focus too much on those details, though, Cora ushered her over to a wall filled with squares like a T-shirt display would be; only the contents of each were different prints, styles, and thicknesses, of adult sized trainers. Something was wrong. I went through an Alice in Wonderland door or something. Everything was way too big. But the woman at the register wasn't too big. The countertop wasn't too big. Just the clothes. Baby clothes. LOTS of baby clothes. But for... adults? I stared, dumbfounded, until Cora pushed me through the store to shelves of underwear. But not underwear. I didn't understand, not at all, until I noticed the floral print of the training pants I wore to work yesterday. Then it all clicked. This is where she got them. This... this giant baby store! ----------------- Like & Comment! Please consider supporting us on Patreon! Thank you for reading!

At least deep down i am sure he does. I am sure something will happen that will force him to either face that fact or cause their relationship problems. Life has a way of doing that. Putting you in situations, tests that you might not even realize you are in and if you fail then you are doomed to repeat it later on after much heartache.

Episode 2 Shannon ***************************************** At your house. Mommy to mysterious person: “So I hope you understand why you have to leave right now. We just can’t leave her unsupervised like this.” Mysterious person: “Oh believe me it is an opportunity that I wouldn’t want to pass up.” She pushes up her glasses in a badass way as the screen fades to black. **************************************** The vote was 3 - 5 on continuing the game so the girls agreed to wait until your new diapers arrive. To pass the time the girls watch TV while you stay in the corner with your wet diaper. It was getting rather uncomfortable has the warmth had passed and started to itch a little bit. Sara gave you a baby bottle filled it with orange juice. "Here drink this much every 10 minutes" Sara said. "But that's a baby bottle, I'm not drinking from that!" You lash out. Sara: "Hey! Remember what your mom said. I am in charge and if you disobey me then I get to spank you." You feel too week to resist so you take the bottle and start sipping orange juice from the nipple. It feels so awkward and makes you look even more babyish. Sara snaps another picture of the pose you make. "Remember disobey us and more people will be seeing these" said Sara. Sara then walks back to her friends when she lays out 5 more bottles filled with orange juice. You were not going to enjoy the next hour. 30 minutes later the orange juice that you have been drinking has gone through your system and you need to pee again. Your diaper held in the last wetting but you are worried that another wetting will cause your diaper to leak. The pressure builds up quickly and look to see if the girls are watching you squirm. There is only one minute left until the time limit for your next bottle. If you don't finish it you will be punished but if you do you know that you will wet yourself again. "Oh why must my life be so difficult" you think. With no options left you bite down on the nipple of your bottle and began suffering with each sip hurting your aching bladder. Just then you decide to just give in and wet yourself. You spread your legs out while sucking your bottle. Only 30 seconds to go and you only finished half of your bottle. You find that this makes it hard to concentrate on peeing yourself, but you didn't want the girls to see you. 20 seconds left. You are on the last sips of the bottle and you push your bladder with all of your might try to throw the last 14 years of potty training down the drain. 15 seconds left. Urine begins to flow into your diaper just as you finished your bottle. You never felt so happy the warmth of your soiled diaper in your life, but that was short lived by the fear that you wouldn't finish peeing on time. The diaper expanded more from the pee that your legs were spread out even more than they were before. You try to adjust the diaper so it doesn't leak and spreads to the majority of your butt. Unfortunately, the girls hear the sound of you peeing yourself and turn around as you have also run out of time for the bottle inspection. You curse the quick acting of the orange juice that caused you to pee again. They point and laugh at you as you are pouring the last drops of urine into your large warm diaper. You try to cross your legs to hide your shame but the diaper is too thick now. Luckily the diaper was able to absorb everything this time, but another wetting would definitely cause you to leak. You actually wish that Mommy would come over to change you diaper. 10 minutes later you finished another bottle and feel upset in your stomach. You realize that you need to poop. Peeing was one thing but pooping in your diaper is another. "Sara. Hello!" you shout across the room so that Sara can hear. "What is it Baby?" Sara asked. "I need to use the bathroom really bad" you say. "Well you sure did a bad job the last 2 times. Just use your diaper." "But it isn't for wetting, it’s for for," you start to whisper. "It’s for pooping." "I'm sorry what did you say?" Sara said. "Please I don't want to poop my diaper" You plea. "I'm sorry. What's going to happen to your diaper?" asked Sara. "I'M GOING TO POOP MY DIAPER!" "Ha ha ha ha" laughed Sara. "You are making this too easy. Anyway you aren't getting out of that diaper until YOUR babysitter comes and even then I'm not letting you out of that until that until you have a large lump of poo sagging from that diaper.” You gasp. You could not win with this girl and this wasn't even a dare. You try to hold it in, but you just can't you haven't pooped all day and you were desperate. In front of girls you begin to squat as you fill your diaper. It is without a doubt the most disgusting thing you have ever done in your life. It fills a horrible stench in your nose and the poop causes your diaper to sag. "I really don't want to sit on this" you think. "Eeeeeeeeew!" The girls say in response to the your messing. This does nothing to your self-esteem and you just want to get out of this diaper as soon as possible. Ginny notices that you are having trouble balancing yourself and approaches you. She precedes to tickle you until you trip and fall on your diaper. The mess begins to spread across your diaper making it a 100 times more gross. You start to cry like a baby. "Waaaaaaaaaaaah! Waaaaaaaaaaaah!" you cry. "Shh shh Its okay baby" cooed Ginny while stroking your hair. "It will all get better soon." "Really?" you ask. "Yeah" Ginny said. "When you are old enough to use the potty like a real girl." This caused you to continue crying. "Come now Ginny. We should save the real fun for the Truth or Dare game" said Sara. 5 minutes later there is a knock at the door. "Well it's about time" said Sara. "Baby go answer that door." Just wanting to get out of this dirty diaper that you have been in for over an hour, you walk towards the door. You find that it is harder to walk around with your diaper as your diaper has spread your legs out a little bit causing you to waddle. You are so desperate that you are actually glad that diapers are at the other side of the door. Instead of your mommy, you open your door to see your older sister Shannon. Shannon is 23 years old and has always been taller and smarter than you. She also treats you like the baby of the family making the entire situation you are in that much worse. She completed college recently but doesn't need a job yet. "What are you doing here" you ask surprised. Shannon: "I came back recently when mom heard about this mess. She and dad were already preparing for a vacation themselves when you called, putting me on the spot to take care of you.” "How long are they gone for" you ask nervously. "About two weeks. I am in charge until then" Shannon says while smiling manically. "Please help me" you say. "These kids got me dressed in diapers and acting like a... Shannon interrupts you by shoving a pacifier in your mouth. Shannon: "Nope. You are always act like a baby at home so now its time to be treated like one. Mom said you had to do whatever I say" Shannon pulls out a very thick adult diaper with childish designs on it. It was twice as thick as the diaper that Sara put you in. However instead of letting you change into it she just waves in your face. You whine: “Come on. I really want to get out of this.” Shannon smirks: "Nope first I want you to continue with this Truth or Dare game that I heard you girls talking about from outside. I hear that you got picked again." "What when did that happen" you mumble through your pacifier. "Oh we got bored waiting and span the bottle again to see who would go next. It landed on you" said Sara. "Do you want a go Shannon?" Shannon: "Fine just this once, but Baby doll, you are going to pick dare since I am in charge of you." You say: "But that isn't fair!" Shannon: "It is if you want to get out of that stinky diaper tonight" (pointing at the lump sagging from your diaper). You: "Fine. What do you want me to do?" Shannon smirks and takes out a collar and leash from her bag. She places the collar around your neck and attaches the leash around you. It is long enough to sit a few feet away from your sister but not stand more than 5 feet from her. You have a bad feeling about what humiliating thing she wants you to do. Shannon: "I dare you to wear this and take a walk to the park with me. Girls you will need to come with me since I am babysitting you." The girls agree, but you nearly pass out from the notion of wearing a diaper in public. Then you look down at your diaper. You have messed it pretty bad and you want to change out of it. That thick diaper is actually an award for following you sister's orders. You then notice Shannon tug you outside with the leash You grip onto the edge of the door even though your neck starts to hurt from the tugging. You spit out the pacifier: "Wait, Wait, Wait! I can't go out like this! My diaper is exposed!" Shannon: "You were stupid enough to rip the only skirt that you brought. You may have other clothes but Mom said that they are either too tight or actually do a good job at hiding your diaper. Mom said to throw them out so you have to walk around in your underwear to learn a lesson. I didn’t do that yet, since it would be a pain, but don’t think that I might not do it later. Since your underwear happens to be a dirty diaper that is what comes out with you. Now come on or I'll give you a 1000 spanks and make you wear that dirty diaper all weekend." She places the pacifier back in your mouth. You are trapped. It is 7:00 pm right now on a perfectly good spring Friday night. You won't feel cold but there is a good chance that someone will see you. However it is already dark outside and many families are having dinner at the time. You nod to agree to the walk to the park. Your diaper continues to make you waddle awkwardly as pee and poo shift around your waist. Your sister is a fast walker so you struggle to keep up the pace so you are not pulled by the leash. The girls giggle in the background. Samantha sings: "Poopy pants, Poopy pants, wears diapers all day long. Crying, Crying, has needed a change for so long." Nobody else was around to hear that but it did not make it any less hurtful. While walking Shannon grabs the crouch of your diaper and squeezes it. Shannon: "Such a full diaper. How does a teen manage to turn to a baby so quickly? Well don't worry Baby-Doll you big sis is here to take care of you from now on. Of course I will be taking your babysitting money. Play you cards right and you can still go to high school." She slaps your butt causing your bladder to tingle for a second, but you regain your composure. It is a pretty big park, but there are around 30 people tonight. A group of middle schoolers are out playing tag and running all other the place. Luckily none of them have ever seen you before. Shannon: "Okay Baby-Doll time to start the real walk. I need you to walk on your hand and needs from now on. Do on the grass so that you do not scrape them." You agree and start walking doggy style. Shannon walks slower making it easier but you sagging diaper starts to small worse. All of the kids notice you and point and laugh. They come up and taunt you while the girls explain the ludicrous reason that you are like this. Everyone takes a turn given you one smack on the butt. It hurts and your ass feels so sour and itchy. When Shannon starts to stop for a moment you instinctively rub your ass on the ground to ease the pressure. That was a mistake. The rubbing flattens your poop and spreads it too your crotch. You also need to go both #1 and #2. When you continue your walk you struggle to control it and people start to notice. Shannon asks: "What's wrong Baby-Doll, need to go potty? Go on I can wait, but I'm not stopping again for you to do so." Your diaper will definitely leak if you do it. The kids are chanting for you to do it making you want to give into peer pressure. The pressure is getting worse. You shake your head in disapproval. You are going to hold it in until to come back home much to the disappointment of everyone else. Nobody has taken any pictures yet due to the girl's persuasion. They wanted to have dirt on you for as long as possible. The walk continues for another 20 minutes your knees are killing you and wished that you were in a stroller cause at least you wouldn't have to move. "I'm starting to turn into an ABDL" you think. You and your sister finally reach the sidewalk outside of the park and a 10 minute walk from Sara's house. Your bowels are ready to burst as you let out a loud fart. "Eew" Sara says. "Well looks like puppy time is over. Get up now." You struggle to stand up and your knees give out causing you to fall on your face. A small drop of pee comes out be you will yourself to hold it in. You stand up again and brush the dirt off as you are filthy. The middle schoolers are told that they could follow all the way to Sara's house. "Just have to walk until these kids cannot see me" you think. 5 minutes down you are at your limit. And stop walking even though you are being tugged by the leash. Shannon: "Come on Baby-Doll, it’s getting late." The group gathers around you expecting you to finally give in as they started a chant. Sara then comes up from behind and give you a bear hug around your gut, increasing the pressure from your bowels. The pressure is too much now. Sara steps back in time as you begin to fill your diaper. Your pacifier falls out as you raise your head and clench you teeth as your diaper expands further and soggy with pee. The last amount is too big to come out on its own so you end up squatting down to push the rest out. While doing it you begin peeing in your diaper into your ruined diaper. The amount of pee is too much is too much for your wrecked diaper and pee flows down your leg. You set your hand on your crotch to slow the flow down in vain. The feeling is warm and wet on your hand that feels more strange than disgusting. You blush and drool and as you start to think. "It is so warm. Why do I not feel as shamed as I should be from this? Those girls are ruining me. Maybe if my space out I can make up from this bad dream." When you are finished your diaper is all yellow, with urine all over your legs and a large puddle on the sidewalk." The group cheers as some of them have one a bet on whether you would make it or not. The middle schoolers are satisfied and decide to leave and head home for the evening. The girls agree that you deserve a change before continuing there "game." Shannon looked at you angry as you are dragged to bench and placed on you here knees. Shannon: "Bad Baby" Spank. I told you to go earlier! Now you ruined the sidewalk with your pee." You: "I'm. Ow! sorry! I really tried!" Shannon: "Sorry isn't good enough! Take these spankings as punishment." Shannon spanks you 20 times before continuing. You finally make it back home. Shannon: "Okay Baby Doll, let's get you out of this dirty diaper." She sets out a changing mat for you to lay on. She removes the tapes and throws the diaper into the trash. She proceeds to use baby wipes to clean you up. She also shaves your pubic hair off. Shannon: "You got pretty dirty from our walk. I'm going to let you have a bath first." You get to have an uneventful bath to clean up all of the dirt. Your mind is blank after all that has happened so far this evening. When you are done you dry yourself and wear your towel. You are hoping that you can sneak away to find normal clothes but you are ambushed by the girls. The lead you naked back downstairs wear Shannon has set up your next diaper. You sit down and find that it is softer than the last one. Shannon places baby powder on your crotch which tickles a little bit. She then pulls up the front to the tapes and makes sure that it is snug and tight. After checking for leak holes she lets you sit up. You find that the diaper is twice as thick as the last one but is more flexible so your legs aren't as spread out so there are less waddling. However the bulge makes you feel more babyish. "At least it isn't messy, well at least for now" you think. The girls then give you a t-shirt that is purple-pink and has the words BABY LOVES TO DANCE. It also shine and glitters making it stand out. You place it on and notice that it only goes down to your belly button. It is now 8:00 pm which is not that late. Shannon refuses to join so she just decides to watch your misery. You and the girls rejoin a circle and spin the bottle once again. Once again it lands on you as if you believed that it would be different this time. Sara: "Okay you have noticed that you are the most likely to be picked. So as an added incentive let's add a fun new rule. Starting now for every 10 dares that you do you will be able to dare one of us to do anything. However, the dare cannot be to take you out of diapers, that lasts as long as you are "babysitting" us. But don't worry we'll make sure to change you when you need it.“ To be continued… Dare Points Tally You: 0 Episode 3: Points When given incentive people more inclined to do a task. Pavlov had been doing that for years on dogs. Parents have been doing that before Pavlov, so who’s the real scientist? Anyway last episode Shannon arrived to raise hell and Sara gave you a point system so that you could EVENTUALLY dare one of the girls. So you decide to… You: "I'll take that offer! Give me a dare!" …just like that. Ginny: "Okay it is my turn to decide to do with Baby-Doll. I dare you to dance to a few songs that we choose." You: "Sounds easy enough" You forgot that you are in a diaper for a moment. The music starts and you start to feel like yourself again. People at school tended to call you a dance maniac because of your stamina during school dances. Your body is tune with the music as you swing your hips back and forth. You then start twirling around to show off you shacking your diapered ass. When you dance nothing else matters, you let the song define you, and you do not look at yourself in a mirror. Your reflection is a distraction. "Ow" You scream as you slap your diaper. You haven't danced this hard in a while that you fail to notice Sara video taping you in the diaper again. For the grand finale you jump like a cheerleader pose with your arms straight up in the air like you just don't care leaving your diaper completely exposed. You are smiling from all the fun you are having. When you touch the ground you strike a confident pose as if you forgot that you lost your pride from wearing a diaper in front of the kids you are supposed to be babysitting. The girls cheer and clap when the song and dance ends, except for Shannon who is clapping sarcastically. Shannon: "My my. It has been so long since you danced so hyper-actively. I think the last time I saw you like that was when you were in diapers. I guess this was your destiny the whole time sis.” You just remember that you are only wearing a t-shirt and diaper in front of everyone. Your cheeks turn bright red from the embarrassment as you hide your diaper with your hands. Ginny: "Don't feel ashamed Baby-Doll you did great. Okay let’s continue with the game." They spin the bottle again and it lands on you again. You really want that revenge dare badly. “Those brats are going to get it.” You: "Give me another Dare!" It is Liza's turn this time and she has a good one for you. Liza: "I'm hungry and I'm sure that everyone else is as well. I Dare you to order all of use us pizza and answer the door with what you are wearing. Oh and you have to WET yourself in front the deliveryman. You: "What?!" Sara: "That sounds like a wonderful idea. I'll get the money ready. However, what if Baby-Doll fails to do so? It would be ashamed if she didn't feel the urge to go when our pizza arrives." Liza: "Good point. Let's add a punishment for failure. You if fail then we'll send that last dance video that to your school and make you wear that diaper all weekend. You'll have quite the diaper rash with what we are capable of." These dares were getting worse and worse. You: "Okay what pizzas would you like? After the girls told you what they wanted you dialed Pizza Hut to submit your order. The order would take 30 minutes to arrive so the girls decided to postpone the game in order to give you a fair edge. Unfortunately you had no urge to go whatsoever from all of your wettings earlier. You were also dehydrated. Since you need to wet yourself soon, you decided to get something to drink. You head towards the kitchen to get a glass of water, but your sister is blocking your path. "Going somewhere?" Shannon asked while shaking a bottle filled with baby formula in her hand. You: "I'm going to get something to drink." Shannon: "Right here for you Baby-Doll. It has all the nutrients you need for a growing girl like yourself." You: "I'm not dr----" Shannon interrupt and drags you to towards the couch "Now Now. Don't get your diaper in a bunch. I'm your older sister and I know what's good for you." She sits down on the sofa and lays you down on her lap like a baby. You: "Isn't this a little bit extreme?" Shannon then places the bottle in your mouth and expects you to start sucking. Shannon: "Maybe. But it is more fun this way." You resign yourself to your fate seeing as you already drank from 6 baby bottles earlier. You start sucking from the bottle and start realizing how warm it is. The milk is also thicker than the orange juice which makes you feel more blotted. When you are done Shannon pats your back in order to burp you. "Burp" Shannon: "Excuse you. You must still me thirsty. Here have some more milk Baby-Doll." "What I don't ne--" You got interrupted again as Shannon shoved another baby bottle into your mouth. Formula milk doesn't even taste that good. It doesn't make you barf but you don't see yourself drinking it all of the time. You just hope that this will make you need to go when the pizza man arrives. Shannon: "All done! There was that so hard?" You: "Yes! What is wrong with you?" Shannon: "Aww! Looks like someone is a bit cranky. Time for the Tickle Monster." She starts tickling you on the belly. You: "Ha ha ha ha! Quit it! Ha ha ha ha! Shannon: "Never! Tickle Tickle Tickle! You: "No seriously I'm going to pee my pants." You just remembered that you need to hold it in before the pizza man comes to wet yourself. If you wet yourself now you will likely have to face the punishment. Shannon: "Okay Baby-Doll I think you calmed down now." She stops tickling you to your relieve although your need to pee has just increased. "Huff Huff. Thanks sis" You said relieved. You get off of the couch to stretch your legs. "Anytime Baby-Doll" Shannon says as she slaps your ass. You blush again as all of the other girls saw it. Mary: "No fair I wanted to feed the baby." Jessie: "No me next. Me next." Sara: "We'll decide during the next dare. We'll hold a lottery on who gets to dare her next when she isn't looking." You: "I hate this game." Sara: "Well too bad. You should have thought of that before you agreed to play. Anyway the pizza should be here soon." You hear a knock on the door which means it must be the pizza man. Sara: "Well it’s about time. Well go ahead and fulfill the dare." She hands you the money as well as tips. You are a little bit nervous. You do have to use the bathroom but you are not desperate enough to go by accident. You will have force yourself to pee in your diaper this time. You waddle over to the door and open it to your surprise. "I have an order for one cheese, one pepperoni, on Hawaiian, and one Vegan. Are you the uh uh uh" said the pizza man. He was a handsome man in his 20s that was totally your type. He was tall, handsome, and had large biceps that you could tell from his sleeveless Pizza Hut uniform. It takes all of your strength to keep yourself from drooling from his manliness. Likewise it was difficult for the Pizza Man to not stare at you. You are wearing a thick diaper, no bra, and a t-shirt that references the fact that you are in fact wearing a diaper like a diaper. You imagine that you actually want to date this guy one day. You didn't want this man to think that you were weird so you needed an excuse. After all the dare didn't state that you had to tell the truth about why you were in a diaper. You lied: "Oh the diaper. You see this is a costume party and we pick costumes based on lottery. As you can see I was the unlucky one?" You twirl around to show off your diaper. Pizza Man: "Oh, oh. That makes sense, but I don't see anyone else in here." The girls are hiding in a different room that the man cannot see but they can still see him and you. You: "The party is is in the basement. We tend to be loud so it was made sound proof." He seems to buy it. You were starting to enjoy this little white lie. It made you feel a little victorious over the girls. Pizza Man: Bummer. It sounds like a nice party. Too bad I have to work all night, I actually love parties. "Oh well. So how much do I owe you?" You say relieved. You would not want this man here with these girls tormenting you. Pizza man: "Around $43.99." You: "Here you go." You hand the man the money as well as a $10 tip. You realize that it is now or never. You need to fulfill the dare of wetting your diaper in front of this man. Now is your time to shine or at least embarrass yourself in front of a hot guy. You put on your best kawaii cute smile which makes your cheeks bulge out and make your eyes look bigger. You attempt to loosen your bladder while standing up, but can only get a few drops out. The pizza man hands you the stack of pizzas that you grab onto. In order to pressure you raise your smile and say "Thaaaank yoouuuuuuu" you say in an ahhhhhhhh like voice in order to let out a sigh without trying to sound erotic or suspicious. By doing so you are able to release a large flow of urine into you soft thick diaper. The pizza man is a little suspicious about your voice, but only assumes that you are attracted to him since he works out. However, he is curious about the "psssssss" sound that he cannot pin point. Pizza Man: "What is that sound? It sounds like running water." That is actually the sound of you peeing into your diaper. You are peeing a lot more than you thought you would and the front is completely soaked. Luckily it is not sagging. Since you aren't looking at your diaper you fail to notice a design showing at the front. Shannon brought you special diapers that show certain words when used. Based on the amount of liquid in the diaper right now it showed the words WET on the front to indicate that you have peed in your diaper. In order to answer the pizza man's question you quickly determine an excuse while the pizza boxes are burning your hands. "Oh that must be one of my friends getting some water from the kitchen" you say as you finish wetting your diaper. "She is a little weird since she doesn't like to drink soda or alcohol" Pizza Man: "Okay that makes sense. I should be leaving now. It was nice me---" He is interrupted from Sara entering the room and walking towards you. You think to yourself: "What is she doing? Calm down I could just say that she is my little sister you came down from her room because she is hungry." Sara: "Baby-Doll did you make sure to keep your diaper dry. We need to keep up with you potty schedule." Pizza Man: "Baby-Doll?" You: "Its its the name of my costume. Kinda original isn't it?" You start to sweat a little bit from the pressure. Sara pats you butt and says. "Oh don't be so sensitive. She has trouble making it to the potty and practically begged her mom for diapers. Me and my friends try to support her and retrain her potty training. Deep down I think you enjoys it." You: "That's not true!!!" Sara: "Oh come on there is no need to cry. Let me just check something" She touches your diapered crotch to inspect its wetness. You: "Eep!" This causes the Pizza man to look down again at you diaper and does notice the WET icon that was not there before. Sara: "Baby-doll did you wet yourself again? I was sure that I had you changed only five minutes ago. Did you notice that you had to go? I'm afraid that I'll have to put a frowny face on your potty chart you tonight. Right now your diaper seems fine so I won't change you until you fill it up more." Pizza Man: "So the sound earlier was you peeing yourself?" You: "No, well yes but there is a good reason for that you see I" Sara interrupts while stroking your hair: "Look Baby-Doll. It’s okay that you soiled Yourself at the park earlier. We all have our bad days. The important thing is that we work together to slowly treat you condition. Come on I have more baby formula for you inside." That was the last straw. The Pizza Man was now disgusted with you and wanted to hightail. However, he was still working so he had to be professional. Pizza Man: "Uh. Well I need to continue my deliveries. Enjoy the pizzas." He starts to walk away casually as he now thinks that you are a freak. You: "Wait! She's lying! I'm not normally like this! It was a Dare! A Dare!” However he doesn't believe you as you get ignored with a turned back facing you. Sara was satisfied with her performance and closed the door in front of you. She grabs the pizzas from you as you are districted from your tears. You roll on the floor into a fetal position as you lost the will to carry on. You hate Sara, Shannon, the girls and yourself. Your life is over if a hot guy like that is scared away from you. In the past couple of hours you have already wet and mess yourself multiple time while being recorded. You are Sara's bitch now and eventually she will make this worse for you. Sara: "Baby-Doll please get up so that we can continue our game!" You get up and walk towards the kitchen and everyone has started eating the pizza without you. You realize that you are hungry and regained some of your composure. You couldn't expect to survive on baby formula all weekend so you think that you should get some real food. You: "Can I have some pizza too." Samantha: "Yes but you need to do another turn first. Good job on the Pizza man by the way. However, babies like you only drink from bottles, but if you were willing to another dare you are guaranteed to eat pizza and maybe some soda if you are good." You: "But I wasn't picked yet." Samantha: "Actually you were. We span the bottle while you were moping at the door earlier. So what will it be Truth or Dare?" "I'll go with dare" you said. Just when they think that you are out, you pull yourself back in. Samantha: "Very well I dare you to sit in a high chair and let us feed you the pizza." She points to a large high chair at the end of the table. It looks like it can support your weight, but make it difficult to cross your legs. Before stepping in Samantha places a bib on you and a bonnet on your head. Ginny: "She looks so cute!" Other girls were taking photos of you on their phone. I were then strapped into the high chair. You were secured so you couldn't get out and high enough so that your legs couldn't reach the ground. You decided to be well behaved and follow the dare so you can eat pizza. Samantha then cut a slice of cheese pizza into smaller bits and placed it on a plate. She also placed a bendy straw in a can of Sprite for you. Samantha: "Okay Baby-Doll, here comes the airplane. Vroom." She is playing with a piece of pizza on a fork and moved it towards your mouth. You’ve babysit before with babies so you knew that you had to open your mouth to let it in. You ate the pizza and found it delicious. Samantha: "Good Job." You then had many more mouthfuls of pizza. Unfortunately Samantha doesn't have the best hand eye coordination and periodically missed by hitting your cheek or bib. She merely shrugged it off as.. Samantha: "Oh, what a cute messy baby. Let me clean you right up." ..and simply wiped it off with a napkin. The constant name calling was annoying. You knew that you weren't a baby, but you attire and actions this evening didn't prove that you were any more mature than one. After dinner they decided to continue playing the game. The bottle is spun and it land on. For once it isn't you that got picked. Instead the bottle lands on Jessie. You: "Yes I finally get to have my turn! Okay Jessie Truth or Dare?" "Truth" said Jessie. She understands the severity of these dares and knows better than to choose dare. This really disappoints you as you have gotten the worse of this game since you are stuck in a high chair wearing a wet diaper. You: "Okay, I originally wanted to do homework while watching you guys. Will I have a chance to finish my home before the weekend is over?" Jessie: "That is a good question. As fun and games go we won't upset your school grades. You will be able to study but the details will be up to us." As usual the girls are vague which means that you just wasted a turn. It is now Jessie's turn as she spins the bottle. As always it is you gets the short end of the stick. Jessie: "Okay Baby-Doll, Truth or Dare?" Jessie: "Okay Baby-Doll since you like doing homework so much I dare you to complete your homework while under laxatives." You: "Well at least I'm getting my homework done." Jessie: "Oh you think I'm being easy on you eh. It is 9:00 pm right now so you have until 10:30 to complete your homework. You cannot change your diaper until you finish. If you fail to finish all of your homework by the time limit you will have to sleep in it all night. Shannon will check your homework when you are done. For every incorrect answer you will be spanked 5 times by me." You just had to open your big mouth. You agree to the terms and the girls let you out of the high chair. To their surprise you wet yourself again without them noticing. The diaper was now so wet that the WET icon on the front had changed to WET, PLEASE CHANGE ME. When Jessie mentioned laxatives you figured that she would be responsible for changing you. They certainly wouldn't let your diaper leak during the dare, or at least on the furniture. So you wet yourself out of spite. Take that Jessie! Jessie: "I see that you have been busy Baby-Doll. Well you need a change before we start let's get you a new diaper." Jessie walked you over to the changing mat. You had to waddle there due to the heavy bulk. She laid you down on the mat and removed your diaper. The inside was yellow and squishy, but not so bad as the last diaper that you wore. After throwing away the diaper Jessie cleaned your privates and slipped a laxative suppository. You were then powdered and re-diapered. However, she placed 3 more thick diapers onto you. Your legs were so spread out that you couldn't even cross your legs. Jessie: "Okay timer starts now. Begin!" You are unable to walk due to the bulk of your diapers so you have to crawl to your books. You have 3 subjects to complete in Math, English and Science. You move to a couch and lay on your belly with your homework on a clip board. You: "Okay let's start with Math. Okay question 1." Just then the laxatives kick in and you begin to soil your diaper. From the thickness of your diaper did not expand and just moved your poop to your crotch. You: "Uh, well let's continue." 30 minutes later you have completed your Math problems. You have also pooped two more times. By the time you finished you pooped again causing it to leak into your second diaper. You: "Time for English." Unfortunately it is a harder subject for you so this time it takes 40 minutes to complete. You also messed yourself one more time that caused you to move the poop into your third diaper. The girls activated the ventilation to block the smell from your poopy diaper. The last homework was from your least favorite subject, Science. It was your hardest Subject and you have only 20 minutes to finish or else you are stuck in this mess all night. You barely finish with only a few seconds left on the clock. "Done" you said while waving your papers in the air. Shannon: "Okay Baby-Doll let’s check you out" Her movement seems a bit sluggish as she appears to have been drinking wine. She grabs your papers and starts grading them. Shannon: "Okay perfect score in Math, perfect score in English, but you did terrible in Science. You got 13 questions wrong. I wrote in the right questions since your handwriting is easy to forge. Jessie: "Well looks like you rushed your homework and got a lot of questions wrong. You know the consequences. 5 times 13 is 65 spanks." You: "Do I have too? It’s getting late and my butt is still sore from the last time." Jessie: "No butts. If you can't do the time don't do the crime." The other girls hold you down as Jessie prepares to spank you. The first spank felt worse than Shannon's slaps and it got worse with each one. Shannon: "Ha ha ha ha. Baby got spanked! Baby got spanked!" This is what Shannon is like at home. A total sadist who undermines you at every opportunity. You: "Shut up Shannon!" (Slap) Shannon: "Make me Baby!" (Slap) Jessie: "Knock it off you two." (Slap) You: "Ow!" The pain caused you to lose control of your bladder and pee your diaper. It makes the poo around your crotch even soggier and less comfortable. (Slap) (Slap) (Slap) (Slap) Finally all 65 slaps have been administered and you can finally stop clenching your teeth. Jessie begins to change your diapers and clean you up. Jessie: "Wow you are one stinky baby." You are unable to pay attention to her as you stare at Shannon with great hate. She stands 6 feet tall, long chestnut hair, a pretty face, square glasses that complement her look, E cup boobs, and a better fashion sense than you. Your whole live she has done nothing but try to undermine you and if karma existed in this world than she definite deserved her just deserts. It is late now around 10:30 pm. Unknown to you or Shannon, Sara had spiked Shannon's drink with a laxative. Jessie had just finished changing your diaper while Shannon was busy laughing at you. This time you only had to wear one diaper. The room was smelling a lot better now, but you think Jessie applied too much baby powder on you. Shannon: "O ho ho ho what a night. And this is only the first night I cannot wait to see what they do to you tomorrow. Err." Just then Shannon's bowels felt funny and she let out a fart. The urge to go went out of nowhere but she knew that she only had a few minutes to make it to a bathroom or something bad would happen. "Out of the way!" Shannon said as she rushed towards the bathroom. One of the girls tripped her causing her to fall to the ground. "Ahh!" Shannon screamed. Her glasses came flying off her face and landed across the room without breaking. She land on her large E-Cup boobs with a thud. The impact caused her to expel her bowels into her panties. It was like diarrhea but stayed inside the panties without leaking. A brown lump appeared on the back of her tight jeans that would require a lot of effort to wash. When Shannon processed her fall she realized that something was wrong with her butt. She place her hand on the lump and blushed when she realized that she just pooped herself. You were just as surprised as Shannon, but the girls felt like that they gained a new playmate. "Eek Shannon pooped herself!" "She is just like Baby-Doll." "Whose going to change her." "She is going to look so cute." The girls gang up on Shannon and secured her limps so that she couldn't move. They also placed a pacifier in her mouth so that she couldn't talk. Just then the phone and on the other line is it…. To be continued. Dare Tally You: 4 points Episode 4 Sympathy for the win Baby! While Shannon was struggling the phone started to ring. Sara was the first one to answer it. After a minute of talking she hands the phone other to you. "It’s my parents." Sara as she also slipped a piece of paper to you and Shannon to read. It said DON'T SAY ANYTHING OUT OF LINE AND AGREE TO THE TERMS OR ELSE THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES. As tempting as telling on the girls would be to you they have far to much blackmail on you as it is. As long as you can make it through the weekend then you should be fine. "Hello" You say with the phone up against your ear. "Ah hello" Mr. Everest said, "How's have the girls been?" Your mom never told them about the Skype conversation from earlier so you were in luck. "They have been just angels" You lie. Mr. Everest: "Perfect. Listen something came up and me and my wife have to stay away for six weeks. The same goes for Sara's friends. Listen the house is close by to both your schools so I was wondering if you could watch them until we return? There should be enough rooms in the house to accommodate everyone including you. I'll even raise the amount to $10,000 and send money and instructions for cooking and cleaning chores. What do you say?" You couldn't believe it, six weeks with these horrible brats. The money was not worth it since Shannon was just going to take it anyway. Then you realized that since Shannon just pooped herself in front of everyone she had lost her authority. And with the deal to the game you might be able to have your revenge by the end of this. Just be a good girl and play the baby until the time is right and you will have your revenge. You: "Sure thing Mr. Everest." You talk about a few technical things before hanging up. Since all of the girls would be living her it is important to note that this house is like a small mansion. Not crazy big but more than enough for everyone to get their own room upstairs. They also didn't have any servants so that means that no other adults would be here. Sara: "Good job Baby-Doll. Now for your reward." She walks other to Shannon who was still being held down by the other girls. Sara: "Well Shannon it looks like you just pooped your pants like a baby. Looks like you aren't as mature as you thought you were. This whole night I have been recording everything that has happened including your little accident. It is now on a website that is ready to upload onto the internet for everyone to see. If you want it to stay offline then you will have to join our game and do what we say." Shannon spit out her pacifier and said: "You little brat that's not enough to threaten me. Once I get out of this I'll pummel you and force you to destroy the website myself." Sara: "I thought you might say that so I also had this prepared for your sister in case she wasn't as obedient." Sara pulls out a shock collar and wraps it around Shannon's neck and locked it with a key. She has a switch on her other hand. Sara: "Every time you get physical with us we'll do this." She presses the button on the switch that sent a shock to Shannon's body. She was in pain but the collar wouldn't leave a mark or any lasting damage. Tears flowed from her eyes and the pain made her mess herself again. Luckily nothing leaked out, but the pooped started to spread. Shannon: "Okay Okay! I'll obey!" You were actually happy to see your sister being tortured for once. It was a nice distraction from the diaper around your waist. Sara: "Good girl. Listen up we are in charge of both of you from now on. Baby-Doll the weekend deal for diapers has expanded to the end of six weeks when you leave. We will not force you to stay any longer than that and we will destroy the blackmail we have on you. You can even keep the money promised to you. Shannon you get nothing from this and will have to join our little game of truth or dare. Since you are new to the game the bottle shall spin on you. Sara also placed the pacifier back onto Shannon's mouth. She could voice her complaint in the form of inaudible mumbles. Sara: "What's that? You chose Dare? Well Well looks like we have quite the daredevil here. Okay Shannon I dare you to go to a 24 pharmacy with your messy jeans and buy diapers that will fit you. I thought that we bought the right adult diapers for your entire family but your butt is bigger than your sister's." Shannon was let back up. Shannon: "You expect you to go out in is mess." (pointing to her messy jeans). "Besides I just had a few drinks. I can't go driving now." Sara: "Is that how driving works? Well Baby-Doll looks like you are the designated driver. All of us are coming with you so you'll have to drive the large car in the garage that can hold all of this. I already have the cars and directions ready." You: "I can't go out like this. Besides this is Shannon's punishment, not mine." Shannon snaps: "Shut up ugly Baby-Doll!" You: "Right back at you Poopy Pants!" Sara: "Quiet both of you! Okay Ginny get Baby-Doll a skirt to wear outside." "Roger that" Ginny said. A few minutes later Ginny came back downstairs with a skirt for you to wear. It had a sunflower design on it. You placed it on and noticed a few things. The skirt was able to cover the diaper and the bulge wasn't obvious to people who were not looking for a diaper. However, the skirt was so short that is you moved or bent over the wrong way the diaper would become exposed. You: "Okay ready." You feel a little bit confident since you finally get to cover up you diaper and that you are dry... for now. You walk towards the car where the over girls are waiting. Both of the front seats have towels on them that are reserved for you and Shannon in case you leak. Shannon is riding shot gun while you are stuck driving everyone. You turn on the car and back out of the driveway. It is dark outside and about a 15 minute drive away to the pharmacy. Shannon is deep in thought. Shannon thinks: "How the hell did I end up pooping myself? Sitting on it is just so disgusting. My sister is the real baby not me. When we get outside of this she is so staying in diapers forever. I have my ways to do so. Dam this music is so annoying!" Shannon tries to change the music station but you immediately turn it back. You: "Hey. I like this music." Shannon: "Well I don't." You: "You are always like this! Hating what I like." Shannon: "Well maybe if you weren't so boring we wouldn't have these problems." You: "Me boring? You're the one who doesn't have a job. I'm actually making money." Shannon: "Well I don't need a job. I'm doing well in the stock market. Anyway this whole situation is due to your guillability." You had no response to that and just kept driving. Five minutes later you arrived at the pharmacy. It had a sign that said Phoenix Pharmacy. Everyone got outside of the car and entered the pharmacy. Shannon's stain on her jeans has darker know as some poop leaked a little bit. Anyone close to her would be able to tell that she pooped herself. The pharmacy was bigger than you expect and there weren't that many people. Unfortunately no one had ever been there before so you had to explore every aisle. You were a little nervous yourself. Even though the skirt was covering your diaper you still waddled a little bit and your diaper gave off a loud crinkle with every step. An employee noticed your group and walked over. She is a women in her twenties with an eccentric aura. She has a mature voice yet dresses a bit wild for her age. She has sparkly earrings on both hear ears. Her hair was puffed out, but still fell down to the bottom of her neck. Despite her hair being curled as if she was electrocuted, it was perfectly combed to make it styled to flow down looking wavy, with her forehead completely exposed. The hair is also dyed purple with nothing to show what her original hair color is, with three strips of bright pink (you decide how they are positioned). Her eyes are a light brown. The only make up that she had on was lip stick that made her lips a bright pink. Her smile gave off a sense of pride and professionalism. Employee: "You seem lost can I help you out? Sara: "Thanks. We are looking for adult diapers like this." She flips up your skirt to reveal your diaper to the employee. "But a few sizes larger." "Eep!" You said in response. The employee is shocked but it isn't the first time that she saw this. Employee: "Oh. Well we sell larger adult diapers in aisle 28. Are they for that girl?" Referring to you. Sara: "No she has enough diapers to last awhile. These diapers are for miss poopy pants over there." She didn't bother pointing at Shannon since it was obvious from her blushing, looking away, and gripping her left arm with her right hand. Nothing else was said so they continued walking. Shannon ended up walking past the employee who noticed the smell. She ended up turning around to notice the lump at the back of Shannon's pants. "What an interesting group of girls." the employee thinks. She also blushes and wishes that she could have stayed with them longer. As you are walking you talk to Sara. You complain: "Why did you have to show her my diaper?" Sara: "Oh lay off Baby-Doll. You got to wear the skirt like you wanted so you have nothing to whine about." You reach aisle 28 and Sara makes Shannon grab the diapers that she is going to wears. She grabs 5 packs of 20 diapers each and starts heading to the cash register. Sara instructed Shannon on what to say since everyone was meant to keep their distance to make it even more humiliating. Shannon thinks: "Okay Shannon. You can do this. Lots of people have bed wetting problems and the cashier is paid not to judge people. Oh god my diaper smells so bad that there is no way that he won't notice!" Shannon reaches the cash register and lays out the diapers in front of him. Shannon: "Hello I like to buy these please." she hands other the money. Cashier: "That's a lot of diapers. Why do you need so many?" Shannon: "Well you see I - I - I" She just couldn't say it because it was too embarrassing. Disappointed Sara pressed the switch to Shannon's collar sending a joint across her body. Shannon: "Eeeeeeeeeeee!" The shock caused her to lose control of her bladder and wet her panties. I dark stain grew on her jeans. There was no puddle but most of her jeans were soaked. "No no no no!" Shannon screamed as the wetting stopped. Cashier: "Oh so that's why. You smelled like you went earlier anyway. The bathroom is over there and I would recommend wearing these during the day as well." "Thanks" Shannon says quietly as she lowered her head in defeat. She then waddles towards Sara due to the poop and pee around her. She said nothing. Sara: "Don't feel so down. It can happen to anyone. Besides you were taking too long. Anyway your pants are too damaged to drive home in. Baby-Doll go change Shannon into her diaper.” You: "What? Why me?" Sara: "Well you are the ‘babysitter.’ Anyway we're tired and don't want to do it." You agree and grab Shannon's hand to lead her to the bathroom. She looked so defeated and not like you ever seen her before. You enter the girl's bathroom and notice a large changing table that looks strong enough to support Shannon's frame. You: "Well get on up." Shannon remained quiet and laid herself onto the changing table. You have changed a diaper before but you never thought that you would ever have to change your sister into one. The first step was removing the shoes, socks and jeans. Next came the panties. You had to be careful when removing them so no poo falls out of them. Once you got the panties off you threw them into the trashcan and started cleaning your sister. After that you grabbed one of the diapers, set it underneath her, and began applying baby powder. All that was left was to pull of the tapes. "I bet you are happy now" Shannon said defeated. "You big sister who beats you at everything laying hear in a diaper. Well go on do your worse." Was this the revenge that you wanted? You just finished taping up the diaper and you finally see you sister as she is, E cup breasts, legs spread out and bended, wearing a thick diaper that looks like it is for babies, and a face ready to cry at any moment. She actually seemed cute for once, but then you remembered the soft white bulge around you. You realize that for once you and Shannon are on equal grounds and what happens next could redefine the relationship between you two. Your sister is laying down on the changing table but you feel that this might be the only time for you and Shannon to get along. You: "Well Sis, now that it come to it there is only one thing to do." You start to squat to do something that you thought that you would never have to do. It is much harder to do it on purpose than accident. You have to bite your lip as you build up pressure. Shannon: "What are you... Wait are you?" You began to poop your diaper. Even when doing so you still had to apply pressure but you were able to finish. You then peed the diaper till the WET icon appeared on the front of the diaper. You stand back up as your sister looks at you in shock. You now have a wet and messy diaper that you soiled on purpose without the influence of Sara or the girls. Shannon: "What.. Why?" You: "Shannon I was always mad at you because you kept trying to be better than me. But I never had to be jealous because I envied you. I wanted to be like you. Right now we are in living hell led by Sara and her gang of mischievous munchkins. For once we are on equal grounds with these diapers on so we better make the most of it. Lets start our relationship from scratch diapers and all. What do you say?" You raise your hand towards Shannon. She begins to cry as if she was given a second chance and reborn. She grabs your hand and smiles. You help lift her up and embrace in a hug that you two needed for each other for a long time.” "Thank..sniff..you!" Shannon cried. "Thank you so much!" You" "You are so welcome." You start crying tears of joy. Shannon: "After all of the bad things that I did to you and you still treat me like a sister." You: "Its okay, we can start over!" You two have a good cry for a few minutes. Luckily the girls had no intention of butting in to what they assumed was a fight between you two. They wanted to be surprised by the result. You two have finally regained your composure. Shannon: "Well that was a good cry. Thanks sis." You: "Anytime. Well let’s get out of here before the girls become suspicious." Shannon: "Hold on. We can't have you going out in that dirty diaper." You: "It’s not like they haven't seen me in one already." Shannon: "True, but from my conversations with them they have one more turn prepared for tonight. Who knows what they are capable of with a dare?" You: "You're right. I guess I should change myself into a new diaper then." Shannon: "Don't worry I'll do it.” You: "No that really isn't necessary." Shannon is able to lift you up and set you onto the changing table. She is five inches taller than you and freakishly strong. This must be why the girls needed the shock collar in the first place. Shannon: "No no. You changed my diaper so now it is time to change yours." She grabs one of your diapers from the diaper bag. You: "Oh come on. I thought we were friends now." Shannon: "We are sis, but if we are on equal grounds then we better get used to doing this. Besides its more fun to compete against each other in front of an audience. You smirk: "You're on Baby-Shan." Shannon: "Right back at you Baby-Doll." She finishes taping up your diaper and helps you up." You: "Thanks." Shannon: "Anytime." You bend other to grab you skirt when you suddenly sneeze. "Achoo." This causes you to loosen your grip and accidently toss your skirt into the toilet. "Oops" You and Shannon say. You tries to recover the skirt but it is too wet to clean up and impossible to dry. You: "Oh come on! I can't the skirt like this." Shannon: "Don't worry I'm in the same boat too." (Holding up her soiled jeans.) "These jeans are far too messed up to wear in public or clean from here. Besides even if it was clean the jeans are way too tight to fit over my diaper. I hate to say it but it looks like the girls have us in checkmate." You: "Maybe they don't. The girls are past their bedtime so they are unlikely to be as quick-witted. If we just play cool we can at least survive the night." Shannon: "Well if it is a truce then let's make the most of it." You hold each other’s hands as you two head outside the bathroom. The employee from earlier was having quite a night. Her name was Gwen and she was attracted to people in diapers. However, she wasn't a sadist like Sara and felt awkward in front of you earlier since you seemed so tortured. However it was company policy to not pry into other people's business. Gwen thinks: “Huff puff…That was whoa. That girl looked amazing in a diaper and that tall woman in glasses is going to try one on soon. I’ve seen the videos, but never in person. Okay calm down, you’re not insane, just passionate about certain things. Besides snort I just met them.” Just then she see the girls she was thinking about walking outside the bathroom, but something was off about them. You and Shannon were walking proudly with a slight waddle from the bathroom with diapers around their waists. This time nothing was covering their diapers. Their diapers were in full few for all of the world to see, but they seemed happy without a care in the world. They had huge smiles on their faces and were holding hands like they were BFFs. Just imagine that they are models on their very own walk way. Music is playing as they move in slow motion, capturing them in every possible sexual angle in this montage of walking. Their shirts occasionally lift up to expose the top tapes and their belly bottoms. The spark their eyes as they look like they are saying hello to the world and all of its inhabitants. "So cute" Gwen thought and blushed. "Look at them so happy and confident. I just want to spend all day with them to myself. I could just eat them up!" !>///<! J In reality you and Shannon were extremely nervous and just winging the whole situation. With any luck they would be out of here as quickly as possible. Sara: "What the hell? What happened to your clothes?" Shannon" "You see after Baby-Doll changed me I accidently dropped her skirt into the toilet making it unwearable. In retaliation she destroyed my jeans that left us like this. We got into a huge fight but we made up when it was over so now we are BFFs." Jessie: "I told you we should gone in with them. I just missed out on everything." Sara: "Oh contraire. We still have plenty of chances. Besides we still have to punish Shannon for starting a fight." You: "That's another thing Sara. I think that it unfair that she has to wear a shock collar. I don't wear one and you've done a pretty good job so far." Sara: "This doesn't concern you Baby-Doll. But you are right but that's because you have been a good baby. But since she is in the game now you two have the power to eventually force one of us to a dare. If either of you earn a dare then you could always dare us to make us stop using a shock collar. Now come on its late and we want to go home." You begin to walk out with the diapers bought for Shannon. Gwen waves goodbye: "Have a good night and come back anytime." "Thanks" You say awkwardly considering the fact that you are wearing an exposed diaper in front of her, a smiling stranger. You then leave. "Oh my god" Gwen says quietly alone. "Those girls looks so cute in diapers. I wonder what one would feel, just like them? I have a feeling that I will see them again real soon." She holds one of her hands to her face as she starts to laugh. It like it was the first time she had laughed in a very long time. There was a slight tear but it was from joy, not sadness. Gwen regains herself: “Thanks girls. I really needed that. Well I better get back to work…old man Phoenix.” You walk your diapered butt to the car as the girls got in. Shannon drove shotgun again but she was a better traveling companion this time since she was okay with the music you picked. You were both quiet but the girls were chatting away since they got bored with talking about you for now. You then reached Sara's house and parked the car into the garage so that the neighbors could not see you. Everyone gathered in the living room for one last meeting for the night. Sara: "Okay the first agenda for the meeting is about Shannon. Tonight she has proven to be the most distrust, so we can't trust her alone with the diaper on her when we are sleeping. So I propose that she wear locking plastic pants at all times." All girls: "Here here!" "Wait what?" Shannon said before she was piled up by the girls. You tried help but Jessie tripped you causing you to bump your head. By the time you regained your composure the girls were done. Shannon now had transparent plastic panties that actually made the crinkling louder without hiding the tapes of and design that made is obvious that it was a diaper. They were locked with a key that only a few of the girls had access to. Sara: "I hope that we are at an understanding now Shannon. You are not allowed to take off your diaper. So I hope you also understand from now on." You: "That's not far I don't have to wear..." "Shut up Baby-Doll! I don't need protection from the likes of you" Shannon winked. You understood that meant to not let the girls make things worse for both of you. Just play it cool for now. "Grr" You wink. You would not let Shannon's sacrifice go to waste. Sara: "Okay second agenda for the evening. We have time for one more turn of Truth or Dare this evening." Everyone gathered in circle again and spun the bottle and it landed on you. Mary: "mm hmm. Baby-Doll now it’s my turn to have fun with you." "Prepare yourself! Truth or Dare!" You: “Dare!” Mary: "I dare you to sleep in a crib every night from now on and where a onesie just for tonight. You are going to look so adorable in it. Yes you are.” Mary seemed quite pleased with the notion of you being dressed like a baby. Almost as if she was attracted to it. Sara: "Ooooo. Never thought that we would do this dare the first night. Let's keep the two babies in the same room, but Shannon can sleep on a bed. It's not like she can escape anyway.” You got to brush your teeth first. The girls lead you upstairs to a room that you never noticed earlier. You opened the door and to your horror see a large nursery. It had a crib, a regular bed, a changing table big enough to hold a teenager, baby toys, and many toddler-like toys in the closet. You were curious more than shocked. The Everest's had to know about this room beforehand and Sara was an only child. Everyone made it clear that the Everest's were completely oblivious about your situation. What did they use this room for before you got here? The girls then place you into the onesie. It was pink and zipped up from the back. It also had pajama feet that made you feel really toddlerish with the diaper bulge. They then placed a pacifier on you set you into the crib where the bars and immobility from your pajamas made it hard to climb up, but you were too tired to care. Your sister was given normal pajamas and passed out immediately on a normal bed next time your crib. The girls: "Sweet dreams little babies. See you in the morning." They then turned off the lights and closed the door. You sat in the crib sucking on the pacifier while you were deep in thought. You considered all of the things that happened in a single night. -You got diapered by a bunch of preteen girls -You wet your diaper in front of mommy on Skype and begged her for diapers -Had Shannon walk you in the park like a dog while teens laughed at you -Got spanked by Shannon when your diaper leaked -Wet yourself in front of a hot pizza man -Fed Pizza in a high chair -Did homework under laxatives -Changed Shannon into a diaper and became friends -Walked in public with an exposed diaper -Sleep in a crib like a baby If this was just the first night, then the next six weeks were going to be quite the adventure. You were nervous, but also confident that you could survive this for some reason. At least you weren't through this alone. You closed your eyes as you entered a well-deserved slumber. To be continued… Dare point Tally Tonight we have a new contender You: 5 Shannon: 1

I want someone to Pat my butt a lot after I make a big mess in my diaper. Lucky guy

Kate is a really great mommy and Jordan makes such a cute little.

Bethany picked her up and took her to the baby room"I see someone likes other, babies her age huh? ". Bethany sits down in, a chair with a few babies gathered around with ashlie in her lap she starts reading a story that she got

"Oh my god Lilly is that you that's so funny"bella said laughing at the once adult. "H-hi sarah"Lilly said then Sarah said"oh yeah so sarah is pretty much potty trained apparently something you couldn't handle"bella, said giggling at lilly

Awesome chapter! I really do like the pacing and the progression.

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I think Erin handled that very well, she stood up for Luke and started to feel she needed to make sure that anyone she had over understood where Luke was in his life. I am glad Luke decided to read the book about littles, he may see that Erin is really trying to make his life as easy as possible. I think there is hope that will come to really bond with Erin after some time.

Hard to know where to find actual tape that the manufactures use. I expect it's probably a little thinner than the regular packing tape you find in stores. On the other hand, if you do decide to try clear packing tape because you can't find the actual stuff diaper companies use, packing tape does come in different thicknesses, not that you would really know until you used it. More expensive tape like 3M will be thicker, but if you have a Walmart, try some of their low end packing tape. One roll is about $1.25 and is thinner than more expensive tape. I say that because it might not be as stiff as other tape if you don't want the front area where you use the tape to be quite so stiff.

Thanks for all the comments everyone! I'm still working on the general direction this story will be taking. I have some new ideas for the climax that incorporate some of the suggestions, but we aren't there yet This was just a chapter that was ready to be written. No Erin-hate in this one Chapter 7 “So, then you extend your left arm out like this, while keeping your right foot back and planted. Right. Now, rotate your hips so that they’re pointing forward, lunge your left leg out front. Try to get to 90 degrees. Yep, that’s pretty good. Now bring your arms straight up…” Luke was guiding Erin through their morning yoga routine. It had been two full days since Luke arrived at Erin’s place, and while there hadn’t been any more blow-up like Luke’s first night there, it was obvious to Erin that he was still unhappy with his situation. That first day at Erin’s place had been a horrible day in general: leaving nurse Joy, being treated like a regressed Little at the adoption center, and finally Erin’s blatant desire to baby him had been the cherry on top. Erin hadn’t done anything to make him feel Little since, she’d hardly made a request of him. Luke was still handling his own diaper changes, and always looked grumpy afterwards, but the quality of his changes were already getting better. He obviously didn’t like having a crib and what it represented but the mattress Erin had purchased was blowing his dorm room’s foam pad out of the water, he was easily getting the best sleeps of his life. Many of the things that were associated with Littles didn’t suck, the no homework thing was nice, the problem was that those many things were associated with being a Little. The parts of his current life that Luke was actually enjoying were more in the realm of being a Big. He liked exercising: yoga and light weightlifting in the morning and evening let him work of some of the nervous energy that had been bottled as anxiety up until that point. Perhaps even more than exercising, Luke liked showing Erin how to exercise properly: She was a complete novice, but apparently eager to learn. She listened well and asked meaningful questions. He was excited to see her improve; he knew that beginner gains would come rapidly, and hoped that when Erin realized how much she had changed she would want to keep up the new exercise and diet regimes. Luke also enjoyed watching movies with Erin. He didn’t really have a well-defined movie taste prior to coming to this dimension, usually watching the latest superhero movie or whatever his girlfriend or current date wanted to watch. He liked Erin’s eclectic taste, he liked that she had a taste at all, doing something with someone is always more fun when they are passionate about it. Over the past couple days, they’d already watched five movies that were a mix of animation and live action, some had heavy themes, and some were more lighthearted. He liked that she didn’t try to make him watch children’s movies. He did note that none of the movies depicted any violence; he wasn’t sure if that was just her preference or if it was because he was a Little. He also noted that none of the movies had Littles in them. It seemed to Luke that he’d be happy and comfortable living with Erin as a roommate. When they treated each other as peers, they were getting along well. He even thought he’d be able to get used to life as it stood currently. His fear was that there was some expectation for him to become Littler than he already was, while he thought he might already be too Little. Erin wasn’t really sure if she liked her new exercise routine. She always felt a little embarrassed whenever she’d have a stumble or wobble or fall during the yoga, though Luke never made her feel bad about it, she didn’t like that she needed to do modified push ups rather than the real deal, and she felt silly when she saw Luke doing multiple sets of ab combinations to her one. She did like how the exercise was making her feel, that achy soreness which always feels better after stretching, and Luke was making sure they were doing plenty. She found it cute that this Little, less than half her size, was so fit and motivated and serious. She also knew that whether or not she liked exercising, they needed to keep doing it: The only time she had seen a genuine smile from Luke was when he was helping her through the routine, she could tell he was having fun, and for Erin, right now, that was enough. She’d work out 36 hours per day if it meant Luke would keep up that smile. Neither of them had set foot outside Erin’s condo since Luke arrived. Luke hadn’t set foot outside pretty much at all in this dimension except for his initial foray into the lake. They were both ready to go out, but Erin was scared to suggest anything, afraid of Luke’s potential reaction. Luke knew what needed to be done. “So. Once we finish up with the yoga, I was thinking maybe we could go outside? Maybe the river park?” He figured a place where he wouldn’t be required to interact with people would be best, and the constant view from Erin’s magnificent windows made him a bit jealous of all the other people who were outside. “That’s a really good idea. Would you like to have a picnic there too?” Erin wanted to. It was still early spring, but the weather was pretty good, and she figured that as long as they dressed warmly, eating outside would be nice. “Yeah, that works for me. Maybe we could each bring a book and read a bit also.” “Sure! It sounds like a fun lunch.” Erin prepared some veggie wraps and egg salad, feeling slightly guilty she also packed a cookie for her and Luke. When Erin realized that the two of them wouldn’t be leaving the condo very much at first, she set up a subscription with a grocery delivery service. There would be no starvation due to acute agoraphobia. In his room, Luke was getting dressed for his first outing. The clothes Erin had purchased had fit him well, and while he wouldn’t have considered them fashionable, he did appreciate that for the most part they weren’t infantile, though one or two shirts with a bear or cat were snuck in. He chose a sweatshirt with diagonal striping and a pair of jeans with an elasticated waist. There wasn’t a piece of clothing that could effectively hide his diaper butt. His books were on a shelf next to his toy chest. He had peered in the day before expecting baby toys and was pleasantly surprised to find stuff from home. He thought he wouldn’t mind playing with Legos, though he didn’t want Erin to see him when he was doing it. Looking at the books, he wasn’t sure if he should be insulted or amused by what Erin had inferred humans’ taste to be. A lot of those books would go unread. He decided to take a Harry Potter novel and sat looking at ‘So You Want to be a Little’. His first instinct was to be angry at Erin for assuming he wanted to be here, but he knew that she knew that he didn’t want to be here. So why did she buy the book? Looking at the back cover, he understood: ‘So You Want to be a Little – A guide for humans travelling to the Big dimension. Learn from the experiences of author Alisa Smith and others she interviewed, each of whom spent at least 10 years in the dimension. Topics include logistics of going to the dimension, getting adopted, regression, typical life (including differences between countries in the dimension), understanding Bigs, significant challenges and occasionally significant dangers, life upon return to the human dimension, and much more!’. It was an actual orientation to this dimension in book form rather than the maliceful attempt given by Steve and Alyson. He decided to take it as well. Heading back out of his room, Luke saw Erin finishing her preparations as well. She had packed their lunches into her backpack, gotten a couple blankets, and packed a diaper bag for Luke as well. She put the blankets and diaper bag in Luke’s stroller, assuming he’d want to walk. Erin had been a little nervous doing these preparations; she guessed that Luke wouldn’t like being seen with the stroller or diaper bag. She wasn’t wrong. “I’m not riding in a stroller… and is that a diaper bag?!” Erin took a deep breath first. ‘Just assume that he will argue against anything that might possibly seem Little’ was her new motto, it had her walking on eggshells the past couple days. “It is a diaper bag. If you need to be changed away from home, this will have all your supplies.” She didn’t tell him that she’d have to change him if they were away from home. “And I’m glad you’re not riding in the stroller, then I can put my backpack and our blankets there.” Luke’s disgruntled expression had quickly come back to near-neutral. He wasn’t happy with those items but couldn’t argue the logic. He was looking forward to going outside and didn’t want to hold it up. “Alright. Then can we head out?” “Yep. Let’s go.” They left the building through the main entrance rather than the garage. The doorman greeted Erin politely and gave Luke a smile and small wave. The park was across the street from Erin’s building. The greenery sloped gently downwards from the street level until it reached the river. The park itself was a combination of paved sitting areas, walking paths, grassy fields, and mixed trees. It stretched up and down the river for miles. There were also a number of play structures for children and Littles that dotted the park. This was Luke’s first time seeing the world on foot. Erin’s building seemed impossibly big, the streets were massive, and the park was larger than any he had been to in his world. The sidewalks were not too busy, but he was careful to stay close to Erin, the difference in size between him and Bigs more forward in Luke’s mind. “When we cross the street, do you mind holding onto the stroller? My hands are full, and Bigs in cars probably can’t see you that easily.” “Yeah that’s fine.” Luke didn’t like the implication that he’d be holding her hand usually but couldn’t deny her logic about crossing the street. It’s what they’d do for small children in his world. And she hadn’t made him do anything while they were walking on the sidewalk. They entered the park a couple blocks down from Erin’s building. The entrance path turned into an open, paved area with a few food vendors, bathrooms, and plenty of seating. They continued through, down towards the river. “Wanna just walk along the river a bit, and then pick out an area to stop and eat?” Luke nodded absentmindedly. He wasn’t paying too much attention to what Erin was saying, taking in the size of the park while simultaneously people watching. Erin smiled and could tell that Luke was pretty impressed. She didn’t know what parks were like where he lived before, but in Aquitane, Riverside Park was a national attraction. In a month, many of the tree would be blooming into a blizzard of white petals. They walked for about 20 minutes, Erin moving at a pace much slower than she was used to, trying to match Luke’s speed. Eventually, she guided them partially back up the slope to an open field that she liked to rest in on sunny days. There were already a few other Bigs that had set out blankets, reading, napping, or socializing. Walking up the knoll, they eventually laid out their blanket in an area that was farther away from the other Bigs; Erin didn’t want to risk a Little-crazy Big getting in their face. While they were eating, Luke decided to directly ask a question that had been weighing on his mind since seeing Erin’s condo, a question that she’d been dancing around every time he asked. “Erin, it seems like you don’t work, as in like, have a job, and all the stuff you have is really nice. Your car is super nice, your condo is super nice, you’re buying all this stuff for me. What’s up? Is your family really wealthy or something? Did you win the lottery? How can you afford all this...” he waved his arms himself, her, back towards her condo, “this everything?” Erin knew she hadn’t really answered that question previously. She was still a little embarrassed by her money, and the explanation of how she had earned it would make her seem even nerdier to Luke, an issue she hadn’t worried about since high school that was now making her feel uncomfortable again. But she didn’t have any secrets, and Luke was, at least on paper, family. “Well, yes, I’m, I guess we, are very wealthy. But I didn’t grow up rich; basically, I made a discovery during my work after my PhD that lets companies predict crop prices with much more lead time than they were able to previously. I basically made my money selling that piece of software, in addition to using it in the stock market.” Luke grinned, he didn’t really know what Erin was talking about with the stock prices and stuff, but he did know money. He imagined all the cool stuff he could buy if he were back in his dimension. “Sooooo, how rich are we?” Erin smiled, but responded seriously. She treated him more like a peer than any other Little in Aquitane, but he needed to know that she was the one with financial control, even if they shared in the spoils. “Rich enough that you don’t have to worry about it. If there’s something you need, let me know, and we can probably get it. If there’s something you just want, let me think about it a bit. I don’t like spending superfluously, and I don’t really like to show off my wealth, my condo notwithstanding.” Luke hadn’t expected the lecture, but smiled and nodded anyway. So they wouldn’t be flying around in a private jet anytime soon. Maybe he could ask her to buy him some different shoes. They continued to eat their lunch. The temperature was comfortable, if a little on the cool side. They were sitting on one blanket, while they had their legs under the other one. When they finished with their lunch, Erin pulled out two Big-sized cookies and gave a questioning glance to Luke, she understood what he was trying to do with the changes in diet and exercising, and while it hurt to know he felt that way about her (or that she felt that way about herself), she figured the occasional cookie wouldn’t be a problem. Luke was more than happy to oblige. He knew the occasional cookie wouldn’t hurt, and Erin was working hard. Plus, he wanted a cookie too. “Yeah! I’ve been craving something sweet. Though I think I might only eat half that cookie, it’s the size of my face!” “Deal. We can save the other half for later.” After their quick dessert, they each retired to their books. Luke was laying on his belly, with only his head and arms outside of the blanket, Erin was doing the same, except most of her torso was outside. Erin had noticed that Luke had taken ‘So You Want to be a Little’, which had her pleasantly surprised. Luke hadn’t given any indication that he was willing to act Littler, so she assumed it was him just trying to learn more about his world. They kept reading. Luke spoke up out of the blue. “Is it true that you guys call bears dogs?” Luke was looking intently at his book, brow furrowed in concern and confusion. “What do you mean? Dogs are dogs, bears are bears. “ Luke looked back at his book for confirmation. “No, what I mean is, what you call dogs, we call bears, and what we call dogs, you call…” He checked back at the book again. “You call bruins.” “Bruins? Those tiny things? How could they be dogs?” “For us, that’s a dog. Your dogs are considered an extremely dangerous animal in our dimension.” “Well, you don’t have to worry. A dog would never hurt you. Though we also can’t get one. Our building doesn’t allow pets.” Luke was glad humans weren’t considered pets. He also thought he’d better stay cautious of the bears here anyway. They continued reading for at least an hour. Luke would pop in with the occasional question about his new world. Yes, the planet was smaller than Earth and had lighter gravity. Yes, time here moves slower than on Earth, and you’ll live longer here anyway (his sister would pass him in age in a few years). No, it’s not legal to take a Little to a non-Alliance nation. “So it says here that nearly every human that comes is regressed, and generally recommends coming regressed. Is that true?” Erin thought she knew what he was getting at. “Yes, that’s pretty much true. I’d only met one unregressed Little before you, and that was just for a few minutes. You guys are very rare. But don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on asking you to become regressed. If I wanted a regressed Little, I would have adopted one.” That only answered part of Luke’s concern. “So am I the only unregressed Little in Bordeu? How will I make friends or have a social life? Just with Bigs?” He didn’t think most Bigs would take him too seriously. The book told him that nearly every Big thought that Littles were about as capable as toddlers and didn’t distinguish between regressed and unregressed. “Well, you aren’t the only unregressed Little in Bordeu. Steve told me there were a few, including a couple other Accidental Littles. But due to privacy reasons he can’t tell us how to find them, just that they are find-able. You won’t be able to interact in a group of Littles for a while anyway. We still need to finish up you vaccinations.” “But how will we find the other unregressed ones?” “Once you’re more ready, physically and mentally, I’ll do some searching online, and prodding around. I think we’ll be able to find them.” It didn’t sound like there was much more that Erin could do at the moment. They continued reading for a few minutes more when a Big woman walking through the field spotted them and began walking up. Neither Erin nor Luke noticed until the woman was nearly on top of them. “Aww, what an adorable little boy.” She got a little closer as Erin and Luke looked up. “And wow! What a big boy you are, reading so seriously! I think that book is probably a little much for you, I bet it doesn’t even have pictures in it.” She had crouched down on her haunches, smiling at Erin and Luke. She was close enough that she easily reach out and touch him if she wanted to, though for now she was keeping her hands to herself. In her intensive training, Erin had prepared for scenarios just like this one. She knew what she needed to do. “Excuse me. Can you give us some space? He’s new, and not ready for other Bigs yet.” “Aww, you’re all new! She took a small shuffle back. How regressed is he? I haven’t met other Littles than can read real books. Maybe he’s just playing pretend?” That was enough for Luke. “Hey. I can read. I’m an Accidental Little, I’m not regressed, so please just leave us alone. Okay?” He felt he had restrained himself nicely. The woman had a blank look for a moment, parsing that the Little had given a coherent sentence and not just toddler rambling. “Ooh” She shuffled back another half-step. “Well you’re in a better place now. Happy accidents are the best.” She was beaming. Luke looked blankly at the woman, at Erin, back at the woman. Erin looked incredulous as well. This wasn’t something that had been covered in her training. Luke wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt before he tore her throat out. “Well, yeah, Erin’s place is better than the hospital or adoption center.” Erin’s heart warmed a little bit, but both she and Luke suspected what was coming next. “Oh! I meant coming here to Aquitane. Your life will be so much better here than in your dimension. Life must be so hard where you are from, always struggling to survive. You won’t have to worry about any of that here.” Littles were so silly sometimes. Luke thought back to what he had lost in coming here. His family, his friends, his university, his future job, his future life. All of it had been taken away through a shitty event that this woman thought was somehow a good thing. Luke sprung off the ground moving to try and kick the shit out of that woman. Erin grabbed him by his waist before he got off the blanket. “You fucking piece of shit! You think I want to be here? Fuck right off down the river. My life was way better before coming here…” Luke was still halfheartedly struggling against Erin. He started breaking down into tears. The other Big woman was a little stunned, by smiling weakly. Erin finally found her voice again. She wanted to stay in control of the situation. “Hey, can you just leave us alone. Next time, use your brain before opening your mouth.” “Aww, I’m sorry. I guess he’s just not ready for other Bigs yet. I took a class on Littles in college, their brains aren’t as developed as ours are. Don’t be too hard on him for his tantrum.” The apology was only for Erin. She stood up to leave. Luke was trying to speak through his sobs. “Fuck you, you bitch!” Erin was still holding Luke around the waist with one arm. The other woman was already walking away. Erin pulled Luke in for a hug. She figured he needed that right now. He kept sobbing and buried his head into her chest. His arms were at his side, with Erin wrapped around him. Her warmth felt good. It didn’t matter that he didn’t like Erin (did he?) he just needed something to comfort him then. Erin held him in the hug, gently rocking, saying nothing, until Luke fell asleep. This was by far the most physical contact she’d had with him, and while she felt a little guilty about the circumstances, it was still gratifying. She picked him up and placed him in the stroller, tucking one of the blankets around him for the ride home. Erin was concerned about her interaction with the Big woman. She hadn’t anticipated just how blinded people in her dimension could be. She needed to talk more in depth with her friends to make sure they didn’t hold the same feelings, or if they did, she needed to correct them. She had been planning to have a few over to meet Luke and have a game night in a couple days.

3 - Out and About “The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round!” Please, make it stop. “The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish! Swish, swish, swish!” With each ‘swish’ Dawn could feel herself in Katherine’s lap quite literally swish from side to side. What probably would have been the final nail in the coffin, or the final blow to Dawn’s eardrums was if the woman were a bad singer. She wasn’t, but it was the content that bothered Dawn the most. Patty Cake didn’t work. Ba-ba Black sheep wasn’t so much a hit either, and there was no chance in hell Old McDonald had a farm in this car. So, with that in mind, Dawn was at her wits end as the woman was earnest in her efforts to find something the girl would like. Now it was The Wheels on the Bus; transportation Dawn was finding quite appealing over this car ride right now… James, who was behind the wheel was being distant, thankfully. It actually gave Dawn hope that he was someone she could have a legitimate conversation with. With Katherine it was more akin to a game; trying to find out what age the woman was treating her like. So far that number was sitting at seven and below. “~aaall ‘round the town!” She sounded quite giddy as the song drew to a close, probably happy with her little performance. “Well, did you like that one?” And in case if Dawn forgot she was the one being talked to, a squeeze on the shoulder reminded her. “...Could we just listen to the normal radio?” “What do you mean? This is the station meant for Littles?” It was taking a lot not to sigh. “Katherine,” Dawn did her best to lean forward just so she could get a better look at her. The thick Amazon seatbelt strap was making that difficult, as it conveniently rode up right between the side of her jaw and neck. Lifting it some, she managed to put it behind her. “Do you really think that’s all we listen to? Nursery Rhymes?” Before she could get an answer though Dawn was gently forced back against Katherine’s torso and the seatbelt was brought right back over her. “Didn’t I tell you not to do that again?” Lightly, Katherine scolded. It was embarrassing to be talked to like that, considering Dawn’s age, but in the company of themselves Dawn found it much easier to be annoyed more than anything else by this point. “And I wasn’t sure what music you’d like… If you want there’s a few more stations we could try?” Call it a sixth sense, but Dawn figured the maturity level on those other stations wouldn’t be much different… By this point, relaxing to the quiet hum of the car’s engine and white noise from tires rolling across the varying textured roads sounded like a better tune to her. “...I think I’m good for now. Can we just turn off the radio?” “Okay, but if you change your mind just let me know, okay?” Katherine already leaned over to the dial, and thank goodness she did, because Dawn could’ve sworn she had just heard the starting melody for the ABC’s song. “Hey James,” Dawn spoke, starving for genuine conversation. “What’s up?” He didn’t take his eyes off the road, but he was listening. “What do you do for work?” “Work?” He seemed to be thinking for a moment. Likely compressing a complicated role into a simpler one. “I’m an electrician.” “That’s a person who makes houses and buildings light up.” And of course, if it weren’t simple enough, Katherine was there to feed it in soft-served bits. “Uh-huh, we have those in our dimension too.” Dawn kept her tone cool while trying to make a point to Katherine. How thick was an Amazonian skull to not get the point across by now? Was it exclusively a female thing? No, probably just an aspiring parent one… “What about you, Katherine?” The least she could do was make the woman still feel included. “I’m a librarian! Those are people who-” “Keep track of books, sort, organize and order them in a library?” Dawn didn’t have the patience nor the lack of annoyance to let her finish. She dialed it back before she spoke again. “We have those in our dimension, too.” This didn’t seem so fun anymore. Then again, Katherine being a librarian came around her head twice now. Didn’t that probably mean she was a fan of books? “Actually,” Dawn started. “At my college I’m an English major.” “Really? That’s precious!” Dignified? Admirable? Commendable? No. Just precious. “Katherine tends to be a bit of a book fanatic,” James was thankfully filtering through the woman’s toddler-esque attitude. “Maybe you two have that in common?” “Do you like to read, Dawn?” It was more gushing enthusiasm and engagement, but Dawn suspected there was also some genuine interest packed in there. “I like to, when I can. It’s mostly been the occasional novella here and there. We get sort of too busy with our workloads to enjoy one of the best things about language, funny enough.” “I always like to get cozy and read a new book.” For once Katherine was speaking like a normal person, or rather sounded like she was speaking to a peer, not a Little. “You could leave me for hours and the time would just fly by!” She chuckled, and Dawn, oddly enough, found herself relating to the woman. “I know what you mean.” A small smile started to appear. “I always try to pace myself, but then it just feels weird to stop in the middle of a chapter, and then that ends on a cliffhanger, so you have to read the next one, and--” She was losing herself in her own interests, and Katherine couldn’t help but laugh. Even James had cracked a grin from behind the wheel. “Wh...what?” Trying not to smile herself, she looked to either giant. “It’s nothing,” James brushed it off. “I think you just accurately described my wife’s constant dilemma, that’s all.” Dawn was about to lean forward to see her face for confirmation, then remembered the seatbelt scolding she’d just gotten… She looked up ninety degrees, but that was only a reminder as to why she was leaning forward to begin with; two large bulges hiding behind Katherine’s dress, positioned symmetrically on her chest. They pushed her a little too far forward to clearly see Katherine’s face... “I try to limit my books to a maximum of two reading sessions,” she laughed. “Any more than that and I probably feel guilty for not being done any sooner...” Dawn was managing under the seat belt thus far, but the tight spot along her neck it was in was finally starting to bother her. Remembering how Katherine reacted last time though, Dawn limited herself to just pulling the strap away temporarily. “Dawn, I’m sorry you have to ride like this,” Katherine apologized, likely able to tell because by proxy Dawn was adjusting her seatbelt, too. “I can’t imagine finding a car seat for you would’ve been difficult...” The opening was great, but like usual Katherine always knew how to end it on a flop. At least in Dawn’s eyes and ears. “Uhm…I'm fine in a normal seat, you know? Just like you guys?” A squeeze on her foot was all she got. “Thank you for being so understanding. I’ve wanted to adopt for a while now, but I suppose we weren’t 100% ready yet!” She needed to remind herself she was safe with them a few times, and even more on top of that just to pack away her worst fears. Heather was in their crosshairs, and Dawn was essentially leading them right to her. Come to think of it, what better was she compared to the very Amazons who enslaved others of her own kind if she was arranging the perfect storm for something like that to happen? She held animosity towards Heather, but did she really deserve to be confronted like this? She was starting to get annoyed with herself, already painting herself as the victim and assuming Heather’s supposed inaction was intentional. But then she considered the flipside. It wasn’t necessarily an absolute Heather would be adopted, right? That, and she’d be lying if she said there wasn’t some kind of debt to be repaid for her secured freedom... All things considered, Dawn could certainly see Katherine as condescending and belittling, but forceful didn’t seem to fit in her dictionary… James was a wild card though. He seemed average in a good way, though that meant he could just as easily swing either way. Dawn’s foot suddenly jerked as a creepy, wriggly tendril had brushed its sole, otherwise known as Katherine’s finger. “Gotcha!” The woman chuckled. Dawn didn’t find it so funny. Forget James. Katherine is definitely the driving force in all of this… “Alright...” James started to speak, and Dawn could see him leaning forward in his seat as if he were squinting to spot a sign. “I think this is parking for the hotel.” “Is it? Hang on, let me check...” Ignoring the recently-enforced rules, Dawn slipped from her straps, causing Katherine to make a small surprised noise and found shaky footing on the woman’s thighs, specifically the fabric of her skirt. Just as she stood she could see beyond the dashboard thankfully, and sure enough there was the hotel. It wasn’t much by Amazon standards, apparently, but the sleek, industrial look to its exterior always reminded Dawn how there was a plus to a dimension like this. The tall glass panels with the trim of black material and warm orange lights was her favorite. She was marvelling so much that she didn’t realize they were just turning into the parking lot right then. The centripetal force was too great and the friction on her feet was too little as she leaned too far to the side and was going overboard. If it helped the chaos any more, James suddenly realized what was going on next to him and hit the brake pedal, adding another jerking force to the system. Dawn yelped, Katherine gasped, but thankfully the larger one of the two could react promptly. Holding Dawn by the armpits, the silence in the car, minus the honking horn behind them, truly defined the gravity of the situation Dawn found herself in. James slowly put the car back into motion, giving his side a quick glance, likely to make sure his passengers wouldn’t be moving around again. Katherine merely sighed. Instead of being fastened back into the seatbelt, Dawn was spun 180 degrees and sat in the woman’s lap. The woman didn’t seem pleased. She looked a little stern… “What did you do wrong?” Wrong? Dawn cocked her brow a little bit. “...Wha…? I was just making sure it was the right place...” Had she believed it herself, she wouldn’t have been struggling to make eye contact, hence why she kept turning her head to the left. Yes, maybe she did cause a bit of unneeded tension… Her feelings got the better of her, but that didn’t mean she was going to take a scolding from a fellow adult. “We never jump around in a moving car, Dawn!” Dawn was guilty, but also annoyed. “We were just turning into a parking lot! Besides, I needed to see if this was it! I don’t want to waste our time if it’s the wrong hotel!” Now she was raising her voice. Her defense was hardly as sturdy as she’d have liked because she knew there was a fair share of fault to her name. Still, she wasn’t going to let Katherine feel superior just because she was taller. Katherine looked as if she was going to speak, but she didn’t at first. “...I appreciate that you’re worrying about our time, but the only way it’s going to end up wasted is if you get yourself hurt on our watch.” She breathed through her nose. “Making you feel better takes a lot longer than making a U-turn.” Dawn was expecting further opposition, but the level-headed explanation surprised her. This woman knew exactly how to disarm the situation. She wasn’t speaking like an authority figure for once, and oddly enough, that made her feel exactly like one. “I…” Her flare felt significantly dampened. “I wasn’t going to get hurt...” “Whether that’s true or not, my heart can’t handle taking chances like that.” Her voice was firm despite being so emotionally transparent. Dawn really was starting to feel like scum now. She should know better than that. She made herself look bad and even tried to defend it. Well, not exactly that. It wasn’t her goal to seem righteous, but rather not to admit an Amazon’s victory over her. There was a small lurch with the vehicle once they fully stopped. Had they parked? “How about we call it all water under the bridge?” James interjected. His timing always seemed to be perfect; a guard rail that made sure the ball never rolled too far off course. “We’re all a little bit at fault, so let’s take it in stride?” “I think that’s a good idea,” Katherine chipperly agreed, with a tone only an on-edge Little might find patronizing. Unfortunately, one was in the car with them. “You don’t have to beat around the bush,” Dawn crudely spoke. “I know I’m in the wrong. It’s my fault, so I’m sorry.” She probably didn’t sound sorry since the Amazons were seemingly taking extra steps to make her feel better about herself, which irritated her more than anything else. Apparently they could see into her head though. “We’re not just saying that so you get a boost, you know?” Katherine nudged, both metaphorically and physically. “We should’ve taken the necessary precautions, too.” “Like what?” They probably weren’t expecting her to call their bluff. This was total bull. “Well, I definitely think we should have had a car seat beforehand. In truth, what we’re doing right now isn’t very fair to you at all. You deserve your own spot, and that way you’d have been able to look out the window.” Just when Dawn figured she’d hit the bottom, there was still a few more feet of void right under that. “But I said I didn’t...” Dawn did sigh a little this time. “Something wrong?” James asked, seeming to be legitimately concerned. Did all Amazons expect Littles to be so 1-dimensional? Whatever the case, Dawn shook off his worries. “I’m fine, I promise. Could we go inside now? I want to change out of this...stuff.” Stuff, being at most two of the two things she was wearing, which was a shirt and a pull-up. Only a rocket scientist could figure out which of those were top priority. Once she was stripped clean of her own accord, she’d be sure to take a boiling-hot shower; anything to kill any of the Amazonian germs the massive oppressors might have slipped onto her. Katherine and James not so much, but the other woman that was involved… Just as Katherine and James undid their seatbelts, Dawn felt herself needing to revisit a previous issue. “Wait,” she halted Katherine. “What is it?” she asked with a smile. “Are you...sure you don’t have anything I could use to...uhm, cover up?” Hopefully the woman wasn’t dense enough to not realize even Littles desired modesty. “Dawn, I don’t have any issue with it, but I suppose we’re a little short on clothing here...” She disappointedly spoke, which seemed to sing in tune with Dawn’s emotions as well. Katherine gave their surroundings a few more glances, then lit up like a bulb. “Oh, that’s right!” Dawn couldn’t help but perk up over the woman’s enthusiasm. She wanted too badly to believe things were going her way for once, but that scared her just as much; what if she was wrong? She didn’t know how she’d react, but thankfully she’d never need to because Katherine from a compartment held a gray, balled up sweater. “Ta-da!” Unrolling it to its full Amazonian size, it’d likely look like a cape on Dawn, but she didn’t care. Anything was something, and something to cover up was considered an invaluable blessing. Maybe Katherine wasn’t so bad after all. Now donning a piece of legitimate clothing, Dawn could at least somewhat cover her front. The sweater was like a jacket, in that it drew together using loose, but generously-sized buttons down the middle. Unfortunately, using those wasn’t very practical for a Little, so a cape it would remain, but nonetheless a cape it was. And you’d think the situation was already strange enough, Dawn even spoke properly. “...Thank you, for lending me your sweater...” “No problem! Anything we can do to make you a bit more comfortable, please don’t hesitate to speak up.” Anything would have meant being sent back to her dimension right then, so Dawn tried to keep her expectations grounded in reality… Katherine opened the passenger door and with one arm around Dawn she stepped out. Dawn was waiting as patiently as she could to be put down, but it never came. But, giving herself a moment to think, it somewhat made sense. She was still barefoot and the asphalt was still rough and dirty. Truthfully, she may not have been feeling so bold anymore. Even if she was, she’d still be dragging Katherine’s sweater along it. “So Dawn, can we just speak with the front desk to get you back to your room?” James asked over his shoulder. She sounded a bit awkward. “Uhm, yeah, I think so.”Truth be told, she only realized now that she never even interacted with the staff at the hotel. It was all through a proxy; her tour guide; Stacy. Before and after their everyday outings she would make sure to collect everyone’s keycards for their rooms and likely returned them to the front desk for the time being. She probably thought Littles couldn’t be trusted with something so important… Inside the minimalist lobby was a large black-quartz column in the center surrounded by a staff desk. Around that and hanging from the ceiling by varying lengths were an array of warm-glowing lighting fixtures. “Hello!” A woman in a black blazer smiled from the other side of the desk. Her smile seemed forced at best and surgically permanent, provided by loving corporate of course, at worst. “Will you folks be checking in or out today?” Dawn wasn’t necessarily expecting it, but figured it made too much sense as she almost immediately deferred to James and not her, the one with a legitimate problem. Though, of course she wouldn’t see it that way. Amazons never seemed to “get” Littles. No, because they came from a world that is a mere fraction of the one Amazons tread, that must mean their problems are of the same significance as well. Quietly Dawn side-eyed the woman, waiting for what James would say. “Well, we were hoping you could help out her more than us two,” he explained as he motioned towards Dawn. “She’s been having--” “Oh, Little services are what you’re concerned about? Well, don’t worry. Rest assured we’re confident in our available resources. Your Little will be well-taken care of!” That same business smile now fell on Dawn and she felt quite uncomfortable. “Is it a crib you’ll need for your room? We have the ones that lock from the top and ones that don’t if a difference to you matters. We as well offer playpens and an activity walker?” “A playpen? You offer those?” Katherine spoke up, and it bothered Dawn even more because she sounded genuinely intrigued. This must have been right up her alley. Now Katherine held her attention. “Yes, we do. All you need to do is request it with your-” “Excuse me?” Dawn raised her voice, just so they could hear her. Though, if she were being honest, she was kind of nervous to speak up. Thankfully James and Katherine were with her...they actually gave her the confidence to speak up. The staff did look at Dawn, but only for a brief moment, as if they were entertaining the useless babble she made. “So I take it you guys are checking--” “Excuse me? Hello?” Dawn cut her off again, hoping to get her total, undivided attention. “My, you’re talkative, aren’t you!” You could tell it was an act. Maybe it wasn’t totally, given it seemed like female Amazons in particular had the hungry eyes for Littles… That said, she seemed to be forcing an attitude. It was almost as if she were waiting for James or Katherine to jump in. Like responsible parents. That irked Dawn even more. “We’re here for me.” Dawn said plainly, with a dash of annoyance. “I have a room here.” “A room, huh? All by yourself?” she chuckled. “If that were the case, how are Mommy and Daddy going to look after you?” Maybe this is why they only ever had to deal with Stacy. Now she felt like she was dealing with two. “Actually,” James spoke up again. “We are here for her. She’s not our adopted Little; just someone we’re helping out.” “I...see.” The words she was given apparently didn’t match the scenario she was seeing. To give her the benefit of the doubt, it probably didn’t. A seemingly married couple just walked through the doors with a shoeless Little dressed in likely her mother’s sweater. God, would she kill for proper attire right now. She could feel the slight fringes along the leg bands of her pull-up tickle her thighs. The staff worker kept placing her eyes back on either James or Katherine out of habit, then kept quickly double-backing to Dawn. “So, what can I help you with, sweetheart?” It still didn’t feel like she was being seen as an equal, but expecting that much was probably foolish in itself. Unfortunately, she decided it was better to move things along than demand the respect she deserved. “I already have a room here. I was looking to get my key; my tour guide always checks it in here?” “Oh, you’re part of the tour group? The ones from Terra?” “Yes, I am.” Thankfully they were getting somewhere. She was almost afraid the woman would feign ignorance. “It shouldn’t be much trouble then...” Her eyes were focused on her monitor, typing away for a few moments. “Okay, if I could just have your name and a form of suitable ID, I’ll have your card to you!” “My name is Dawn Kepler, and...” She leaned over to her side to reach for her...her… … .. . “Dawn? Is something wrong?” Katherine hoisted her a little. She seemed frozen still. Now James was looking, and so was the staff. “My...” How? How could she have been so stupid to have forgotten? “I don’t suppose she keeps it in her undies?” The worker chuckled. Dawn looked at her with a furious blush, then back to herself. Her sweater had come undone, revealing what she was trying to hide to begin with. And seeing the pull-up now was only a stronger reminder of her biggest blunder. Her pants were gone. Losing them was bad; terrible. She had no more modesty, yes, but only now did she realize how bad it actually was. Her pants had these nifty inventions called ‘pockets’, pockets she used to hold her phone and wallet. Her ID. Terrible didn’t even begin to describe her predicament. In a broken, sorrowful voice, she whimpered, “I don’t have it...” “I’m sorry?” She leaned in a little closer. “It was a little hard to hear...” “I don’t have it!” Dawn shouted with a sudden outburst. The woman was a little taken aback, as were Katherine and James somewhat. Dawn still seemed angry and sad, but she calmed down somewhat, just so her rage could subside for worry and despair. “When that stupid fucking Amazon kidnapped me she took my pants, phone and wallet! Since the pants are gone so is my phone and ID!” She had her passport, but that was locked safely away in her hotel room, the very place she needed an ID to get into. When?! When could that woman have disposed of her belongings if the police caught her? None of this made sense! Why did it have to happen to Dawn? What was she going to do now? The girl hiccuped as her stress quickly enveloped her. Why? Of all things, why did she have to cry, especially in front of three Amazons?! She couldn’t help it. Too much was going wrong and a single day of upsets was enough to throw her off course. The timing was what made it all so severe. If they didn’t resolve this by today, she’d be totally and completely screwed. She wouldn’t be able to go home. She’d be stuck here then inevitably be adopted by some sick creature that’d enslave her as a baby! It was all too much to consider; too much to imagine. She became a sobbing mess. “Dawn, honey, please, it’s okay!” Katherine was back to bouncing her, seeming eager to try and bring some sunshine back into Dawn’s ever so rainy day. What was the point in even trying? It was clear that fate had already made up its mind. Dawn would not be leaving this dimension. She was a prisoner to its oppressive will and would forever remain so… “Excuse me,” James said to the staff, who was busy being an onlooker, being in both a mix of confusion and sympathy. “Is there any way we can get her room’s keycard without an ID? We just need to get her stuff.” “Unfortunately, that’s not possible...” the staff seemed apologetic despite her hands being tied. “The only other way we could release something like that is if her tour guide were here. Only the person themselves or a government appointed official can receive it.” “So you’re saying if we wait for her tour guide, they could get us the card?” She nodded. “I see...” he thought of asking Dawn when they might be back, but seeing as his wife was busy trying to sing her a melody, he figured it’d be better not to interrupt… “Do you have any idea when they’ll return?” “Unfortunately no,” she seemed sorry again. “They have been coming back towards the later end of the day though… Though, poor things. They always look so tired by the end!” She laughed a little. “It’s pretty clear their tiny bodies can’t handle such a long day here… You know their days are only 24 hours long?” “Is that so...” James humored her briefly, looking to be lost in thought. “Thank you for your help.” “No problem. And I’m sorry I couldn’t be of any more help… I hope she feels better.” “We do too.” He gave a brief smile as he turned back to the other two girls. “P-please, just stop bouncing me...stop singing!” She mustered through her tears. “I just...I just need a minute.” And it was less than a minute she’d get, because James returned to drop probably even bigger of a bombshell on her. “Dawn? You feeling any better?” “No...” she sniffled. “How can I? Everything is ruined!” “That’s not true,” Katherine tried to be encouraging. “You still have us?” Dawn didn’t respond. “I talked a little more with the worker; she says if we can talk to your tour guide that’s another way we could get your ID card?” “But...” again, a new way of feeling hopeless. “I’m not sure when they’ll be back…!” She started to get upset again, facing a new challenge she’d been stripped of the tools to overcome. “Hey, hey! That’s okay,” James said soothingly. “Everyone gets down on their luck; we’ll work through this. We may not know when they’re going to be back, but it’s probably safe to assume it’ll be later today? Closer towards night?” Dawn sniffled some more. “I...I guess.” “Right? So, in the meantime, how about we run around and do a few things?” “Things?” Didn’t they need to wait in the hotel? “Well, I take it you must be hungry? I know Katherine and I could eat...” “Definitely,” Katherine agreed. “Being upset isn’t a great feeling, and it’s certainly worse on an empty stomach.” Maybe she could eat, if her emotions weren’t so high-strung to prevent her from realizing it. Food probably did sound good, but that was probably the last thing she wanted right now. Apart from securing her ride home, it was her… “But what about my clothes?” She didn’t want to go anywhere. She wanted to be front and center when that woman walked through the door. “I don’t wanna go to a place dressed like this...” Need she remind herself of why she couldn’t change? “I...I should stay here.” She wiped her eyes then looked around the lobby. Once her eyes fell on a solfa she pointed over to it. “I’m sorry for causing so much trouble for you two. You can just leave me over there. I’ll be fine from here.” “Well, that puts us in a tough spot, don’t you think?” Katherine bounced her a little with a smile. “How will we know if you’re safe and sound then?” Before Dawn could rebuttal James dogpiled her as well. “We promised we’d help out, didn’t we? Don’t think you get to cut us loose so soon.” “But…” “And if we leave, that means I need the sweater, too?” Katherine teased, though in Dawn’s position she considered it a legitimate consequence. “Weren’t you looking for something to wear? There’s no reason we can’t go shopping for an outfit too?” With each battering reason she became more and more reluctant. Reluctant of herself and her fickle resolve. “I have no money though...” She did, but not physically on her right then. What she carried herself was gone, and her reserves...well, it was where the rest of her stuff in this dimension was. Katherine laughed a little, then so did James. Were they mocking her? A hand patted the top of Dawn’s head. “Come on, don’t you think you’re being silly now?” Katherine scolded. “The last thing we’d ever ask from you is money.” She changed her mind. “In fact, we’d never. You’re the one that leans on us, got it?” Dawn didn’t respond. She just looked troubled and conflicted. “Dawn, Katherine and I did talk about this earlier. We figured this might be a way we could make up for the tour you missed out on? We could show you some stuff the normal tours don’t?” The rise in his voice suggested adventure and fun, but Dawn didn’t know how to take that. “Come on, wanna go have a little fun?” Katherine softly spoke into Dawn’s ear. “Don’t you want to know what fashion is like here? How the food tastes?” “...” “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk right now; I don’t like talking so much when I’m feeling down either. So how about this: unless you say ‘no’, how about you let us take over a little? It’s kind of like reading; quiet time always helps me calm down. No matter what happens, we have your best interest at heart, okay?” Was it okay? Deferring to the exact kind of person that tried to deceive her? No, that wasn’t right to say… Still, it was hard for her to distinguish good from bad; truthful from the scheming. She was up a creek without a paddle and countless conmen were trying to sell her a new one. Regardless, without a paddle she surely wasn’t going to go anywhere good… Briefly, reluctantly, Dawn slightly nodded. She wasn’t sure if she was fully on-board with anything at this point. She wanted to cling to the tangible, like the sofa in the lobby. At least there she knew she’d find Stacy. But, maybe in a situation like this she should trust in someone else...Someone more qualified for the environment she was in. “Don’t worry Dawn, you made a good decision.” James gave her a reassuring pat on the back. “And who knows, you might have a little fun?” “Okay! No more tears!” Katherine cheered. “First, let’s get you some clothes, huh? Girls shouldn’t be flaunting their underwear around so much, you know?” The effect of her words wasn’t exactly positive, nor was it negative either. Dawn simply blushed awkwardly as they moved for the door. “Thank you for coming!” The worker called to them. “Hopefully your Little feels better!” The were out of the building and already heading back to the car. Dawn despite being a mess of emotions was leaning into Katherine. James kept looking at his wife with an odd smirk. She seemed to be beaming, making the occasional hum with every other step. The look on her face was too obvious. “Okay, Kath, how about we swap off now? You drive and I--” His speech quickly dropped and he swapped it for a stifled laugh. It was the first time in a while that his wife looked genuinely irked. With a raised brow and a frown, Dawn may not have felt it, but Katherine seemed to be holding her quite protectively. “K-Kidding~...” James tried to play off his joke with a nervous chuckle. Back in the car they put their seatbelts on and were in gear again. “Alright, how about we go to Little Haul first?” James was already tapping away on the car’s center console. “That’s probably the best idea. They’ll definitely have some stuff for you to wear there, Dawn. That way I can steal my sweater back!” She snickered, but quieted herself once she realized. “I suppose quiet time did do you some good, huh?” James looked over and could see Dawn had fallen asleep. “To be honest, I’m a little surprised she survived the ride over here. Guess what happened in there pushed her past the limit...” “I think so too...” Katherine agreed a bit more somberly. “Something tells me her tour didn’t ever account for a nap-time...” “Probably not,” James shrugged. “We’ll head out in a second. I just need this bus to pull in here first… Wait, bus? Don’t you think--?” “We should probably hurry if we’re going to get a parking spot.” Katherine said. “I wasn’t joking when I said I was hungry.” “I am too… So it’ll just be a quick trip to the store for some clothes then?” Katherine looked offended yet again. He husband innocently smiled. “Or...not?”

Chapter XII It was the weekend. Weekends were supposed to be fun! But I couldn't relax. Monday loomed overhead, like an inevitable storm, with lightning crackling in the distance. More spankings. I lifted the toilet seat in my en-suite bathroom, as I did every morning, to check for spiders. So far, I hadn't seen one, but Sam's words last week echoed in my mind every time I went to sit down. After using the toilet as fast as I possibly could, I changed out of my nightgown and into a pair of sweat pants. The thick padded training pants were at the bottom of my hamper, hidden from Sam's prying eyes. But she did my laundry... she'd figure it out sooner or later. Then there was a knock on my bedroom door. Maybe Sam, bringing me breakfast? But when I opened it, Cora looked down at me. "Good morning, sunshine! Do you have any plans today?" I never had plans. Sam was my only real friend, and she worked on the weekends. Thursdays and Fridays were her only days off, and I was usually so exhausted from work that I went straight to my room. Last night, I didn't even bump into her on my way upstairs. "Um... no, I'm free. Why?" "I have a lunch event to go to, and I'd love some company. If you don't mind." "Oh. Uh. Sure?" Nothing else to do around here. And maybe I could discuss the spankings with her... maybe she could put a stop to them. * * * * * "You don't like it?" Cora had a way of pouting that was particularly adult, like she'd lost a bet on a horse-race or had to wear the same outfit twice in a row; dignified and not at all childish. Her little project stood there in front of the tri-fold mirror in the pretty party dress with dismay, and Cora knew she'd trapped her in social convention paralysis: she'd agreed to go, Cora had bought her a new dress to wear, and now there was no way she could tell Cora no... even if the dress made her look all of six. "I... um..." I'd never been in Cora's bedroom before. It was huge - almost the size of my entire apartment back home. She had a king-sized bed on a polished oak frame, matching dressers, end tables, an armoire, an en-suite area for makeup, a bathroom, two walk-in closets... it took me a while to get over just how beautiful it looked. And how jealous I was. But when Cora held up a party dress for me - with bright pastel colors, frills along the sleeves, and a built-in petticoat - anxiety rose in my chest again. "It's not that, I just... it's..." It's childish, even by my standards! It's more childish than all the stuff I wore to work! But Cora had been so kind to me, and if I wanted her to help me with Mr. Gladstone... "It's very pretty. Thank you." See? Behavior was an easy trait to modify - honestly, pets were harder than people and pets were pretty easy, too! "How have you been feeling lately, have you felt settled in? Sam seems to have adapted to a life of service very handily, too, isn't that lovely?" Cora mused to her ersatz daughter, while doing her hair. "Oh, um..." Cora began brushing my hair while we spoke. I felt a weight in my chest... heavy, dense anxiety. "Actually, I... I haven't been feeling so well." "Oh no! Are you ill?" Cora put her hand to my forehead and I felt a bit of heat on my cheeks. "You seem alright," she said more to herself than to me. I shook my head and tried to explain again. "N-no, not like that. I just... I keep feeling like I'm... on edge? Like I'm going to screw up, or something's going to get me, or hurt me, or..." My thoughts went back to the spanking and tears welled up in my eyes. "Well darling, isn't that a natural feeling for someone who came out of such a tough situation as the one you were in?" Right there, a critical reminder, framed in sweet tenderness. "I mean, one false step and the idea of going back to that life? A pariah, no prospects, no future? My heavens that must be so scary for you be shouldering such a burden!" Cora's reminder was all it took for the dam to break. Tears started rolling down my cheeks and Cora pulled me into a hug, pushing my face into the top of her chest. No one hugged me like this anymore. Like they were protecting me from something. I was twenty-three. People don't protect twenty-three year olds... so I wrapped my arms around her and cried, cherishing the unfamiliar situation. Some words were powerful, and while some silences could be empty, this wasn't one of those times: this was love, tender and warm, cherished and protective. A Mother’s Love. Cora held the weeping girl and played with her hair, feeling a tickling warmth in the pit of her own stomach - like any doubt she might ever have had about all of this was nothing but a distant memory. This was true. This was right. It was embarrassing. I couldn't believe I'd cried like that! But this week had been so difficult. My anxiety had been so high. And Mr. Gladstone was always so strict, so concrete. He felt like an immovable force. Soon, my tears dried and I apologized: "Sorry for that... I appreciate everything you and Mr. Gladstone give me so much. I don't want you to think I'm unhappy..." "Are you?" Cora asked, brushing Natalie's hair back behind her ear, "Are you unhappy? We've done our very best to make sure that isn't the case, even overlooked mistakes that we would have had to let anybody else go for having made. Are we not doing enough, Natalie?" "No! I am! I'm so happy, and you're doing so much for me already!" I rubbed the tears from my eyes and shook my head in protest of my own emotions. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just... emotional. I'm over it! Now we have a lunch to go to, right?" Cora gave me an awkward look, like she didn't quite believe me. But with a sigh, she returned to her task of pinning my hair up in fancy little clips. Once all was said and done, Cora had me wearing the silly party dress, a thin layer of makeup, and white childish tights. The girl in the mirror looked no more than ten years old… The car was waiting out front, and even up until a week ago moving from the front door to the car when dressed like this could have spelled the end of the world for Natalie. Today, though, much to Cora's delight, she didn't seem the least bit ashamed; like being dressed this way was just... normal. And little did Natalie know, but Cora had every intent to make that very fact the truth. I settled in to the vehicle as we drove down the street, toward the city. I didn't want to be seen like this, but so what if I was? I was out with my boss's wife - it's not like it could affect my professional life. And I didn't have any friends anymore. Maybe it would be like work, where my childish outfits made me more approachable. But despite all my rationalizations, I still had a tight anxiety in my stomach. We pulled up alongside a fancy looking restaurant - one I had never seen before - and Cora looked at me very seriously. "Now, you're my guest. But my world is far beyond anything you could imagine. One wrong word spells disaster. So under no circumstances are you allowed to speak. Just enjoy the expensive meal. Can you do that?" Not talk to old stuffy rich people? "Yeah, I can do that." "No matter what is said, understand? Just smile and nod and be sweet for me." Now didn't that sound ominous? "No matter what is said"? But Cora had yet to lead Natalie astray and it didn't seem as though she was going to do so now, which did buy her a lot of trust credibility. I climbed out of the car on the city streets. A few people turned their heads to me, and then went back to whatever they were doing. Maybe I passed as a kid or something? Ugh, what a terrible thought. Cora led the way into the building and past a series of double glass doors. The foyer of the restaurant was... amazing. Marble tile, granite counters, warm atmosphere... expensive. I could tell by the tablecloths, the padded seats, the napkins folded into triangles. A man greeted us in a tuxedo. For a lunch place? Cora was right... I was in over my head here. The man led the two of them to a table, the sound of faint string music matched by the faint scent of lavender and the hushed tones of conversation. This place had no prices on the menus and no menus by default, either. Cora was seated, and Natalie seated adjacent to her - and not across. Clearly, she was seen as a child. Cora looked down at her phone and I looked around the room. Everyone was elegantly dressed; suits, business skirts, gorgeous day-dresses. No one was dressed as brightly or childishly as me. I sunk into my seat to hide some of my outfit under the table. Whoever we were meeting, they weren't here yet. I turned to Cora to ask how long it would be, but she put her finger over her mouth, disapprovingly. Oh, right. No talking... Waiters came by and filled glasses - wine for Cora, and what looked like... apple juice for Natalie. Sandwiches were placed on the table, too, little fingers of bread without crusts. Cora took one from the plate and gave it to her little follower - it seemed to have something creamy and something crunchy on it. Then she looked up with a smile at the others who arrived: six women in total, although there was very clearly a dichotomy at play here. Three adult looking women and three... who looked a lot like Natalie. I looked at the older women. Or... older-appearing? It wasn't that the other three looked like children, exactly. They just... had a different aesthetic. Less businessy. Less serious. Less... mature. I bit my lip in confusion and looked up at Cora to explain the situation. Who were these people? Why did some of them dress so differently? But I couldn't ask, and Cora was already in full conversation. All I could do was listen... "And you know how Immy can get without her Beki." One of the adult-looking women laughed, while the girl to her left - dressed in ribbons and lace - half smiled and half blushed. The women at the table laughed as they shared stories, and then the topic came around to Cora's companion - Natalie. "You know, Cora, you never told me how darling little Nattie is; will she be available to playdate this weekend with Etta? Immy will be there, and...?" One of the other women shook her head and piqued up. "Frannie won't be there, but she will next weekend?" And then the topic diverged back to scheduling and the lifestyles of the moderately wealthy. Playdate? I looked at the three uniquely childish women in succession, each in frilly dresses of different colors. They had bows in their hair, bracelets on their wrists, and elegant makeup. They looked almost doll-like, actually, if you ignored the constant looking away and half-smiles. The weirder part was, though, that they didn't talk either. Were they workers? Did they get jobs in other companies the same way I got a job in Mr. Gladstone's? I had a lot of questions, but I'd have to wait to ask. Perhaps the only thing more beautiful than the girls at the table was the food that came throughout the business lunch. Although each and every time something was brought out, it would be Cora or one of the other women who portioned and plated things up for the prettily dressed members of the table: including Natalie. Just little bits, small servings, but a lot of different dishes. By the time Cora was ready to leave with Natalie, it had to have been three hours or more. The food was amazing, but the situation was awkward. Conversation never went past superfluous, "how is so and so" and "where did you get that necklace". But as the day went on, I grew more and more comfortable in my clothes; after all, the other three had it way worse! After Cora paid the bill with a silver credit card, we got up from the table and Cora said goodbye for us. "It was lovely seeing you all again. Next week, same time?" "Of course!" one of the women said with a smile. Next week, I definitely wasn’t coming back. ----------------- Like & Comment! Please consider supporting us on Patreon! Thank you for reading!

I'll never go past season 1, and I'll likely add another chapter once a day. Also, be careful, because I was really depressed when I wrote this and vented in a very sadistic, but fun filled diaper way. It's also when I first wrote Gwen and Phoenix Pharmacy! This is secretly her origin story of how she started as the open diaper lover she is today! Eeeeeeeee!

Chapter 49 We both slumped down exhausted and sweaty. She ran her hand over my head and down the side of my face: "My beautiful baby..." We held each other and just enjoyed the moment, slowly drifting off to sleep. I was jolted awake when Oonagh suddenly sat upright on top of me: "Oh no, I forgot to put a clean diaper on you, you could leak all over!" I was still groggy and trying to wipe the sleep from my eyes as she set about taping me into a new one. Me: "You do know I don't actually wet the bed or need diapers don't you?" Oonagh: "Sure you don't sweetie..." Her dismissive tone worried me as I wasn't sure if it was that she believed it or that she planned it... Oonagh: "We've already been for a walk so lets stay indoors for the rest of the day, can dress baby up all pretty and not worry about her getting mucky." It was pretty clear she wasn't really expecting any response from me so I just lay there while she set about picking out the items she was going to dress me in. She came back over to the bed with a bundle in hand so I sat up half dreading what she might have picked out. She squatted down in front of me and started fitting socks on my feet and then pants, or panties, I wasn't sure as she pulled them up my legs and over my diaper, though from the noise it was clear they were more adult size waterproof pants. Next came another training bra, this one was a lovely white satin with flowers. Then she told me to hold up my arms so I was pretty sure what was coming, and sure enough it was a dress... It was a big floofy one, with something under the skirt and seemingly built into the short sleeves , causing them to puff up. I was just glad that at least it didn't seem to itch or tickle like I would have expected. Oonagh: "Stand up and turn around for mommy sweetie." I did as she asked and felt her do up the zip for the dress. Then I felt a tightening at my waist and glanced over my shoulder, she was tying a bow. Oonagh: "You look so sweet and pretty I'm not sure I'll be able to control myself." She slid her hands to my waist and then down the side to the bottom of the dress, and up again under it to my hips before pulling me against her and slipping her hands around the front of the panties. She kissed me on the neck and began kneading my crotch through the panties and diaper. I relaxed back into her, enjoying the sensation as I started to harden. Oonagh continued kissing up my neck towards my ear: "Mmm... be a good girl for mommy and we'll have lots of fun later..." she gently bit my earlobe and slapped my ass, grabbing my waist again and turning me around while I was still in shock. She quickly fitted a bonnet on my head, tying the ribbons under my chin so it wouldn't come off and then popped a dummy in my mouth and tied the ribbon from it around my neck. Oonagh: "Wouldn't want baby loosing her dumdum now would we?" Chapter 50 Oonagh stood back to admire her handiwork: "I really don't know if I'm going to manage to hold on until tonight, I am going to ravage you so badly." She winked and smiled at me. I wasn't sure if it was a promise or a threat. She took my hand and brought me over to the mirror: "Look at how pretty you are my pet." I looked, she had dressed me in a violet satin dress, it was just as floofy as it had felt but the skirt was shorter than I realized, leaving the panties on show and they were clearly panties, violet satin, matching the dress and with a little ribbon in the centre at the waist. As I turned I realized they too were more girly and juvenile than I'd first thought as I saw like many of the others she'd been putting me in they had frills on the bum. The skirt, sleeves and neckline of the dress all had lace edging. The bonnet was also purple satin but with lace around the outside, clearly meant to match the dress. Oonagh hugged me from behind: "So does my little girl like her outfit?" I took the dummy out of my mouth. Me: "Where did you get this from?" Oonagh: "Mommy likes to buy pretty outfits to dress her baby in." Me: "But I've only been your baby for a few days?" Oonagh: "What's wrong, don't you like being my baby girl?" she slid her hands down started kneading me through the diaper again. I couldn't help but relax again. I'd only started to soften from her previous "attentions" and quickly started to swell again. Oonagh: "You're so pretty, don't you like being a pretty baby girl?" I moaned. Oonagh: "Be mommy's pretty baby girl, be a good girl and make a little mess in your diaper." She continued kneading and was doing an incredible job of it, I could feel myself getting closer. She started gently slapping my bum: "You love hearing your diapers crinkle, don't you? Tell mommy you're her baby girl..." I knew what she wanted to hear and I wanted to cum. Me: "I'm your baby girl mommy, make me squirt in my diaper!" Oonagh: "Good girl, keep telling mommy how much of a baby girl you are." she applied more pressure to her kneading. Me: "I'm your pretty baby girl who loves her dress and her diapers mommy. I love how my mommy dresses me." Oonagh: "Yes you do, you're mommy's good little girl, be a good baby girl for mommy, be a good girl... tell me you're my baby girl." She was repeating herself but I was too lost to care, I came telling her I was her baby girl. She held me upright while I recovered.... Clearly she wasn't going to answer my question of where she got the more juvenile outfits from but at the moment I didn't care if it meant her continuing to get me off multiple times a day.

Part 1 - Chapter 6 Back in the classroom, Lucy’s classmates were in shock. None of them could quite believe what they’d just witnessed, and they were all quite glad that they had their lunch break next to talk about it. Not maliciously of course, well apart from a couple who were known to be bullies, but because it was just so unusual, so out of character. Her closest friends were worried, something must be really wrong for that to have happened, but they didn’t know what. Becky was beside herself, upset that she’d not been able to do anything to help her friend when she needed her the most. Even Miss Jenkins was left feeling rather out of sorts, she’d never known anything quite like that to happen in all of her years of teaching. Ok, so Lucy had asked to be excused, but only the once and only a couple of minutes before having her accident. The rules were the rules, but it didn’t stop her feeling guilty that she’d been the one to say no, and she was sure Lucy would blame her for her humiliation. What a horrible mess it all was. As Lucy forlornly made her way to the bathroom, head bowed and more tears now silently pouring down her cheeks, Dorothy listened to the constant ringing on the other end of the phone, with nobody picking up. Eventually the call diverted, and her heart sank – she may have had a distant chance of convincing the head to let Lucy go home for the afternoon, but she knew Mrs Moss as well as the children did, and there was absolutely no way she would authorise this! The phone was answered with a curt “Yes, Dorothy, what can I do for you?” leaving no doubt that she was busy and did not appreciate being disturbed. She was annoyed that the head had disappeared off to some LEA meeting, leaving her picking up all of his calls as well as her own. “Afternoon Hilary, I’ve got one of the Year 6 girls here in the office with me, she’s had a bit of an accident and has asked about being allowed to go home. I have explained the usual process to her, but she’s really quite upset so I thought I’d run it by you.” “Is she badly injured? Does she need to be seen by a doctor?” the deputy snapped back, dreading the paperwork that would no doubt be left for her to deal with if this was the case. “Erm, no, actually she didn’t make it to the toilet in time, that’s all. She’s just cleaning herself up now.” “In Year 6, really! Oh, in that case there’s no reason at all she can’t go back to her lessons once she’s changed, is there?” There was that condescending tone again, Dorothy thought, as she heard the phone click on the other end of the line, and she worried how Lucy was going to take this news. Standing from her desk and making her way to the store cupboard in the far corner of the office, Dorothy began searching for some clothes that would fit Lucy. They were well prepared for toilet accidents and messy play in the infants, and even had a stock of spares for the younger junior pupils which was called upon every few weeks, but accidents in the oldest class were so rare that, thinking hard, she honestly couldn’t remember the last time a change of clothes had been needed. Hilary had been quite clear though, going home wasn’t an option, so a change of clothes would have to be found. Having emptied out the spares box to no avail, finding they did at least have some underwear that would do (what Lucy would make of the rather juvenile style she didn’t like to think!) but nothing to cover her modesty, her next port of call was the lost property drawer. Hopefully there would be something in there that would do, anything really. After rummaging through the various discarded hats, gloves, odd shoes (??) and bits of PE kit, her hands fell on a piece of red gingham cloth, a school summer dress. Pulling it out from amongst the detritus, she quickly shook it and looked carefully at the size. Lucy was only a slight girl, although quite tall for her age, the dress should fit although it may be a bit shorter than the school usually encouraged. Ah well, beggars can’t be choosers she thought, and she was certain Lucy would prefer that to her wet skirt. After hurriedly stuffing the remaining lost items back into their filling cabinet home, Dorothy took the dress and underpants over to the bathroom, opening the first door which led to a sort of ante-space containing a sink and some medical supplies, and popping them down onto a chair in there. Knocking softly on the door to the toilet area beyond, she called out “Lucy, I’ve managed to find you a change of clean, dry clothes to pop on, I’ll leave them here on the chair for you. Don’t worry, the undies are brand new!” She added this last comment, thinking that nobody would want to put on somebody else’s old pants, and hoping it may help to reassure the poor girl. Lucy managed a sniffled “Thank You” through the door, and then waited a few moments to be sure the secretary had left before retrieving the clothes that had been left for her. As she opened the door, her eyes fell on the bundle of clothes. What. Was. That?? Her head spun again, and her stomach lurched and churned. The school officially has a separate winter and summer uniform, but after the end of Year 2 when the children moved up to the juniors this was basically forgotten about, with all of the girls wearing the winter uniform, consisting of a grey skirt and white shirt, exclusively. Similarly the boys cast aside their grey school shorts at this point, opting instead for long trousers all year round. As a consequence of this, nobody Lucy’s age EVER wore a summer dress to school, they all considered them to be babyish and something only the little kids would wear. Heck it was bad enough having to wear a skirt to school, but a summer dress. No, no, no. Could her day get any worse than this? She was already going to be a laughing stock, this wearing this would cost her any remaining crumbs of her reputation and she knew it. She started welling up again, and all she could think was that she hoped nobody saw what she was wearing before her Mum got there to pick her up and take her home.

Chapter 4 “So you ready to go?” Steve was sitting in Luke’s room while Luke was finishing his lunch. Some light-meat animal, veggies, bread, and water. Luke was still adamant that he didn’t want Little food. “Yeah I guess so. I’m staying at the adoption center for one night, right? Why’s that?” “Well, partly it’s protocol: all incoming Littles stay for at least one night, just gives us a chance to make sure everything is okay with them, a lot of them have some procedures done upon arrival, and this also gives them a day of recovery their parents don’t have to deal with. I think all the other Littles will be asleep though, probably sedated for recovery from surgery or interdimensional travel.” “And the other part?” Luke had a little trepidation about meeting other humans, there was a subconscious fear that if he acknowledged their existence, then he would somehow accept or encourage the treatment that they were receiving to be performed on him. “It gives you a little chance to dip your toes into the pool if you will. You’ll probably be treated a bit littler at the adoption center than you will at Erin’s place, not that we will be treating you as if you’re regressed; you’ll just get more leeway with Erin.” Steve didn’t feel the need to mention his ulterior motive: Perhaps Luke would be happier to move in with Erin after being treated littler during his day at the center. Luke was still looking for any way out of having to move in with Erin (he didn’t even want to think of it as an adoption). Nurse Joy had taken an early shift so that she could see Luke one more time before he left. He had taken the chance to ask her directly at breakfast that morning whether she would consider adopting him instead (he had used the ‘A’ word that time). Her answer wasn’t the one he was hoping for, though he knew that asking in the first place had been a long shot. Joy tried to convince him that Erin would be a much better fit: Erin had a lot more free time than Joy had, Joy was already married and had a kid, and Erin probably had more money than Joy and her husband combined (definitely true, though Joy didn’t know that for sure). Luke didn’t necessarily think Erin having more time for him was really a good thing, but wanted to show Joy he could handle it; he wanted to leave a good impression just incase there was a chance for her to adopting the future. “Well, I’m ready to go I guess.” Steve had brought Luke some clothes for his trip to the adoption center. As it was still early spring, Steve had brought a pullover sweater in dark blue, it had been a significant effort to find one without any childish designs, and khaki pants with an elasticated waist: the hospital diapers were relatively thin, so Luke didn’t have much of a diaper butt. Steve figured Erin would be getting him thicker, higher quality ones. Finally, the one childish article of clothing besides his diapers (which were plain) were his shoes: they were sneakers splotched with red, blue, and yellow as if a naughty Little had run around a shoe factory with dripping bottles of paint in his hands. Luke was less than impressed. “Really? Those are the shoes you chose? I’ll look like I’m going back to preschool! They’re even Velcro!” “Would you have rather had the ones with firetrucks, or dogs on them?” Steve was having a bit of fun, there had been plenty of plain, regular, lace-up sneakers for Littles, he just wanted Luke to have something that showed he wasn’t a miniature Big. “Besides, Velcro is practical, even some Big shoes use them. If you really don’t like them, you can ask Erin to help you get some other ones.” “Fine, let’s get going.” Luke got himself dressed; Steve had done a good job estimating his size, and his clothes seemed well-made, better than the fast fashion he had been used to purchasing back in his dimension. Joy had come back in with a Little’s wheelchair again. “Wow! That looks really good on you Luke! You’re very handsome.” She had helped him take a shower earlier in the morning; Joy wasn’t bothered seeing Luke’s adult body by now, though it was extremely blushy for Luke who hadn’t been bathed by anyone but himself since he was like 7. However, Luke did feel sort of handsome after the shower; the light bathing that happens in a hospital bed doesn’t make one actually feel clean. “Uh, thanks. Why’d you bring the wheelchair again? Can’t I walk out? I feel pretty much fine.” “Well, you are still recovering, even if you feel a lot better. You’ll be a little weak for quite a while. Remember what the doctor said about keeping up with exercises and such. Plus, it’s pretty far to the entrance, and we walk a lot faster than you do.” Dr. Hansen had told Luke that the dimensional travel was extremely traumatic on his body, and while Luke still had a very good physique, if he wanted to maintain it, he would have to keep up a serious, consistent exercise routine. Something about the unprotected dimensional travel made it a lot easier for him to lose muscle than for somebody who came through normally. Luke was a little concerned, but didn’t really mind, he enjoyed exercising, and thought that not even Erin would try to prevent him from doing so. After Luke got his sneakers on while sitting on the edge of the bed, Joy lifted him down. Luke walked from the bed to his wheelchair near the entrance of his room. He had done some physical therapy the night before, but his legs still felt a little wobbly. Whether it was from the dimensional travel or the extended period in bed, he wasn’t sure. The travel from Luke’s hospital room to the entrance of the hospital where Steve’s car was waiting took longer that Luke expected. He realized that he probably wouldn’t want to walk that sort of distance with his legs in their current state, though his pride said that he could if he really needed to. At last they reached the entrance and Luke stepped out of his chair. Joy was kneeling down, wrapping Luke in a big hug before he could take more than a single step. “Congrats on your discharge Luke! I know it seems really tough right now, but I promise you’ll enjoy your life here faster than you think. Just remember that your job here is to find things you enjoy and do them.” Joy knew that it would be harder than that; keeping an unregressed Little stimulated was always a challenge, even more so when the Little doesn’t want to be there in the first place. She hoped he’d be able to make some friends or come to enjoy things that made him feel Littler, if neither of those happened, she thought it would be a long while before he could accept his life let alone be happy. “I hope so, and I’ll try. I hope I can see you again nurse Joy.” Luke squeezed her a bit harder, she was still definitely his favorite person here in this dimension. “Aww bud, I’m sure you will.” “Okay, my car’s that one there.” Steve pointed to forest green station wagon that may as well have been an army Tank as far as Luke was concerned. He had vaguely gotten used to the size of the stuff in the hospital, but now, really paying attention to stuff outside, everything seemed giant again. Luke waved goodbye to Joy one last time and began walking with Steve to his car. Here at the hospital entrance, Luke saw many more people than he had previously: There were Bigs walking around with various purposes in mind dealing with appointments, picking up others, going about their jobs. All the Bigs were huge: the shortest was Joy at just under 12 feet, the tallest was clearly well above 13 feet, pushing 14. There were a few Big children, toddlers were about the same size as he was, and they definitely had more mass, elementary school aged kids would be bigger than even the biggest humans at home. Finally, there were a few Littles other than himself; it was easier to tell them apart from toddlers through their leaner frames and more developed facial features even if they had all been de-aged to some extent. The Littles were all dressed less maturely than he was, though he did notice at least one other Little with lace up shoes. Steve opened the rear door to his car, he had two car seats installed in the back for when he needed to transport more than one Little; his wife’s car was what they used when they were taking friends somewhere. Luke looked up at the seat with a sigh. He hadn’t really been expecting this, but he hadn’t been not expecting it either. He pursed his lips into a frown and thin a small smirk. Steve was preparing himself for another angry or sarcastic quip. Luke exhaled through his nose with a smile, a tiny laugh. “Don’t worry, I understand this one is necessary. This shit is huge.” He liked to think that cursing would be off-putting for Steve a little, but if anything it made Steve like Luke a bit more. “Well that’s good. The drive’s pretty short anyway.” Steve lifted Luke and strapped him into the car seat. The center buckle pulled tightly against his diaper, making him more aware of it than he was usually. He was slightly wet, as he was normally – he didn’t like the feel of the hospital diapers when they were dry, and he didn’t want to ask Steve to change him, a guy, especially Steve changing him somehow seemed worse than anyone else, including Erin. The drive to the adoption center was quite quick. The hospital was apparently located near the center of Bordeu. Luke didn’t get to see a lot from his car seat, but he did see a number of massive marble or granite buildings, often short and squat, only rising a few stories, but covering nearly a whole Big city block. Interspersed with those old buildings were shiny new ones. Shiny steel, reflective glass, clean geometric lines: Bordeu was half historical masterpiece and half futuristic metropolis. They crossed the river running through the city on an old limestone bridge. A massive tree-filled park lined the river on either side, full of walking and biking paths. Combined with the elevation of the bridge, Luke was finally able to see more than just the upper floors of buildings: there were tons of Bigs, children, and Littles; the park was extremely busy, and given that it was around noon, Luke figured that today was a weekend day, though he didn’t really know for sure. The adoption center was in one of the old granite buildings. The Bordeu adoption center of the Aquitane Department of Little Services was only one of the pieces of the DLS: there were many other offices and adoption branches throughout the country. Unlike in many other countries where adoptions are regulated at the federal level but actually carried out through private agencies, in Aquitane, all adoptions and management of Little welfare were handled by the DLS, ensuring that all adoptions followed the policies set out by Aquitane and Alliance nations. They parked in an underground garage below the building. “So I’m gonna take you up to our care facility and make sure you’re settled. Alyson will be there to take care of you. After I’ve dropped you off, I have to go back to the hospital and pick up the other Littles who will be adopted out tomorrow.” “Who’s Alyson? She knows I’m an Accidental Little right?” Luke didn’t particularly want to hang out with Steve, but having to stay with someone he hadn’t me was scary in its own way. “She’s the care worker at the center today. Usually the Littles we get are sleeping, so she usually just changes diapers and makes sure everyone gets fed. Once in a while there will be an awake Little to look after. We have a smallish daycare area for that. You’ll probably hang out with her there today.” “And she knows I’m not regressed right…?” “She does, but remember, this is not just a one-night stop. It’s your chance to get a little bit acclimated with how Littles are normally treated here. Erin might treat you more as an adult, but there will probably be times when she can’t take care of you. During those times, even if the caregiver knows you’re unregressed, you will still probably be treated more like a typical Little than you’re used to.” “So Alyson is going to treat me like I’m regressed?” Luke thought that if he was just going to be treated like a baby, he’d rather go directly to Erin’s house. He may not like her, but at least she more or less knew how he wanted to be treated. “Sort of, but unlike a Little who is actually regressed, you’ll be able to ask questions and get answers about your treatment during the process. Also, if it really gets to be too much, you can ask her to stop. Though some policies about Little treatment at the Center will make you feel Littler regardless. Bottles and cribs are requisite.” Would an unregressed Little know the word ‘requisite’? Steve thought so. They entered the elevator, Steve pressed the button for the second floor. Luke chose to keep silent. He realized he would have to jump about as high as he could if he had wanted to push the button himself. Even then, he wasn’t sure he would be able to reach it. The elevator beeped their exit. There was a long hallway with a few junctions going towards the right. However, on the left side, about twenty feet from the elevator exit was a single door. Steve and Luke walked down the hallway approaching the door. Once they were close enough for Luke to crane his neck and get a good angle, he was able to read ‘Aquitane Department of Little Services – Bordeu Adoption Center’. Steve knock-opened the door. Inside was more of a community room than an office space or reception area: a few round wooden tables with comfortable-looking chairs occupied the center of the room. To the right was a bar with a coffee/espresso machine and some assorted snacks and fruit. To the left were doors to individual offices and a long hallway which led to the Little care area. Seated at one of the tables with her feet resting on top of the table was a Big woman. She was nearly as tall as Steve, with short blonde spiky hair and makeup that hinted towards got. Luke figured that this was Alyson. Upon seeing Steve and Luke enter, Alyson stood with a big smile and walked over to them. She gave Steve a brief nod, and immediately knelt down. “Hi Luke! I’m Alyson, I’m going to be taking care of you today! We’re gonna have lots of fun, and you’re going to learn a lot!” She wrapped Luke in a hug that he couldn’t have pulled out of if he had wanted to. She pulled him into a cradle position and stood up. Luke was stunned. Steve was smiling politely. Alyson looked like she was having more fun than should be legal. “Looks like you’ve got it under control. I’ll be back with a batch in a few hours. Luke, remember what we talked about. This is a good learning opportunity for you.” At that, Steve turned and left. He didn’t really need to go to the hospital this early, but he didn’t want to have to deal with Luke while he was being treated like an infant. After the door closed again Luke grimaced up to Alyson. He decided to be polite. “Hi Alyson, nice to meet you. Please put me down.” “Sure! Right after we change your diaper.” Alyson walked from the main entrance room down the long hallway. She turned into a room that was mostly nursery with a couple of changing tables along one side of the room. There were ten cribs, five on either side of the room, all spaced evenly apart. They were all empty. During the brief walk, Luke had tried to wriggle his way out of the tight cradle Alyson was holding him in. He hadn’t been able to budge her arms even a little bit, and she hadn’t acted like she noticed anything. Luke figured that if she hadn’t been using an arm to control his feet, he could have at least kicked at her a bit. But as it was, he was essentially immobile. Alyson set him down on one of the changing tables and buckled the strap around his chest. “Aww, you look so precious in your grown-up outfit. You look like a miniature Big! But your shoes are still super cute!” Luke blushed a bit. “Hey, why did you carry me all the way here when I said I wanted to be put down! And why are you acting like this? I know this is supposed to be training or whatever, but aren’t you going a little overboard?” Alyson immediate switched into her professional voice. “Well Luke, basically what I’m doing is treating you like a regular Little. The difference is that I’m going to answer your questions while doing so. There will be a lot of Bigs who will pick you up without asking, and some of those won’t listen to you if you ask to be put down; they’ll just ignore you. If it really gets to be too much for you today, let me know. I won’t tone it down, but I can put you in your crib or a playpen to just chill for a bit if you need to decompress.” Luke was inclined to ask her to stop it right away. This was already kind of overwhelming. He didn’t say anything though. “Now let’s get you in some cuter diapers! The hospital ones are so thin and boring!” “I think I can change myself.” She kept her Little voice this time. “No way mister. It’s really hard to change yourself well. You might get diaper rash. You should always let a Big do it for you.” Alyson removed his old diaper and wiped him down. She then applied a layer of cream followed by a dusting of baby powder. The diaper Alyson changed him into was at least twice as thick as the one he had been previously wearing. It was decorated with stars and moons and spaceships. The thickness of the diaper and the width of the gusset forced his knees much further apart. Luke was certain he would be waddling once he was put back down. After pulling Luke’s pants up, she unbuckled him from the table and set him on the ground. His diaper butt was much more visible. Alyson didn’t tell him, but she had changed him into a nighttime diaper. If asked, she’d say it was because he’d be napping soon, but really it was to make Luke feel Littler. “Let’s go play for a bit, then it’s your afternoon naptime. Follow me.” Luke was having a harder time keeping up in these thicker diapers. He had to swing his legs a bit around the path they would normally take when walking. He felt like he could lose his balance at any time. “So what sort of things do regressed Littles usually play?” “Oh tons of things, think about what little kids play in your world. Make believe, finger painting, playing with blocks, playing on a jungle gym and slides and that sort of thing.” Alyson’s voice trailed on like she could continue listing for hours. She probably could. “So what are we going to play?” “I was thinking you’d do some painting. It’s a smaller daycare here, but we have a pretty good art corner.” Painting didn’t sound that fun to Luke. “I’m not a very good painter. I don’t think I’ve painted anything since middle school.” “Aww, that’s no big deal. The point isn’t for you to make a masterpiece, the point is for you to have fun. That is literally your job here: find things you enjoy, do them, and share your happiness with others. Also, as a Little, you’ll have lots of time to learn new hobbies. You may find yourself becoming a very good painter.” Luke wasn’t sure he believed Alyson’s description of his job here. It felt more like he was expected to act like a baby, and the act of taking care of him would be the thing that brought Bigs happiness. What Luke didn’t understand was that the act of taking care of him was supposed to make him happy, and that was the thing that would then make Bigs happy. “Um, okay. I guess let’s paint.” They got to the art station. There was a cubby full of paints and palettes. Alyson set up an easel with a canvas. “How about you pick out a few colors. I need to grab a couple smocks.” “Sure.” Luke wasn’t sure what he was going to paint, but the idea of painting something was sounding kind of relaxing. Maybe what he made would even look half-decent. He picked out blue, orange, green, and black. Alyson came back with Big-sized and Little-sized smocks. She took the four paints that Luke had picked out and put a Big-sized dollop of each on the palette. “Okay, get started. Do you know what you’re going to paint? Or is it a surprise?” She said the last bit of her sentence like she was talking to a very young child. Luke still didn’t really know what would trigger her switch from talking to an adult to talking to a regressed Little. “I’m not quite sure yet. Maybe something abstract. Where are the brushes?” “Silly boy, this is finger painting! We’ll clean you up at the end.” Not what Luke expected. It seemed silly, but he felt a lot of trepidation about putting his hands in the paint. All the years of being taught to be neat and clean were being thrown away by Alyson in a single sentence. “Umm, okay…” He dipped his index finger in the black paint and drew a cautious line across the top of the canvas. “Oh come on! You can do better than that. Here, let me help.” Alyson gripped his left wrist and pulled his whole hand over to the orange paint. Most of it got on his palm, but some amazingly actually got to his fingers. She guided his hand up to the canvas and rubbed it in a smudge that connected almost perpendicularly to his black line. “Could you not. I don’t want to get that messy.” Luke suspected it might be hopeless but he didn’t want to get his entire hands covered in paint. Besides, he had had something in mind for his painting, and Alyson already ruined it. “Nope! Until you start painting like a Little, this hand is mine. Mwahahaha!” She tickled him a bit under his right ribcage, and when he pulled that arm in tight, she pushed his left hand into the blue paint. She drew another vertical smudge down from the top of the canvas. “Hey what are you fucking doing!” Luke was getting really frustrated. This wasn’t just being treated like a Little. She was picking on him, and manipulating him so that he had no sense of agency. “I’m not doing anything silly boy! You’re the one who is finger painting and getting all messy.” She dipped his hand in the green paint this time. “Fine! Fine! I’ll fucking paint!” Alyson let go of his hand while Luke put a green blob near the bottom of the canvas. “Also, Littles don’t use language like that in public. I don’t know what Erin’s rules will be, but the only reason I’m not putting you in timeout right now is that nobody else is here, and you have a painting to finish.” Luke kept silent as he plunged his left hand intermittently into the various paint colors. He decided to not use his right hand at all, hopefully Alyson would be satisfied with a half-messy Little. Where he had initially planned to paint something, now he just wanted to be done with the activity as quickly as possible. The canvas was just an array of multicolored smudges with no intention about their placement. He though about asking to take a break, but sitting in a crib or playpen with literally nothing to do sounded more like prison. He figured it was close to his afternoon naptime anyway. Eventually, Alyson saw that Luke had no intention of doing any more. She hadn’t intended to make him miserable; she just wanted him to try out playing the way regular Littles do, and she hoped she could provide insightful answers to questions as he did so. The other unregressed Littles she had done this with had gone along with the game at least somewhat. Instead all she got was a Little boy making angry markings in silence, not asking any questions about the life and activities of a Little. Alyson switched to her adult voice. “Hey, how about I get you a bottle and then you can nap for a bit. You’re probably a bit tired from all the moving around today.” “That’s fine.” Alyson came back with a bottle and lifted Luke into her lap. His eyes flashed anger when she lifted him, but he didn’t say anything. The bottle entered his mouth. He had actually taken a bottle from Joy at the hospital when it was close to his bedtime, though she let him hold it, and she had promised not to tell Steve or Erin. He suckled on the formula. He spoke around the bottle. “Wha isth this? Isth really good.” “Hmmm? Oh, it’s Little formula, didn’t they give you some at the hospital? It’s made so that Littles really like it.” Luke stopped suckling while his eyes widened to take up his whole face. He pulled his mouth away from the bottle. “WHAT THE FUCK! You decided to drug me?! You fucking Amazons think that if you have a Little who’s unhappy then the right solution is to just give them a drug to make them happier?” Luke started squirming to get out of Alyson’s grip. She hadn’t been holding him tightly as he sat on her lap, and his use of the ‘A’ word made her loosen her grip even more. Luke was able to partially slide down her legs before she could grab him. “Hey hey, I’m not drugging you. You don’t have to drink it.” He was still squirming as she tried to hold him still. Alyson ended up dropping the bottle so that she could hold him with both hands. It wasn’t that she needed him to be on her lap, she just didn’t want him to hurt himself. Luke’s reaction had scared her a little bit. “Let me go! Put me down! You bitch!” Luke wanted to be anywhere but Alyson’s lap, and was willing to say anything and do almost anything (he remembered not to bite this time) to get out of there. “I’m just gonna take you back to the crib, then I’ll leave you alone for a bit.” Alyson was nervous, she normally didn’t have to deal with awake Littles, and while she had dealt with unregressed Littles swearing before, she hadn’t dealt with anything like the panic-attack/temper tantrum that Luke was having. Luke kept kicking air and struggling against Alyson’s arms as she tightly carried him back to the nursery. His heels pounding into her upper thighs were starting to actually hurt, and she was sure that there would be bruises there tomorrow. She set him in the crib that had a cover and latched it closed above his head. He flopped into the mattress and pounded it with his fists, screaming incomprehensibles into the sheet. “I’ll just leave a bottle of water here for you. I think you’ll feel a bit better after napping.” “I hate you! I fucking hate all of you!” Alyson wanted to cry. She never intended to make Luke so unhappy, and in some ways, she could clearly see how it was her fault. He obviously wasn’t ready to be so directly treated like a standard Little, and they should have been more receptive to his desires. Perhaps a more formal question-answer based orientation would have been easier on him, and they could have tried to make it clear to Erin that he would need to still be slowly eased into Little-ness. She would still make sure to do the last part. Steve returned with six sleeping Littles about four hours later. Alyson had filled him in on what happened with Luke. He was dozing in his crib, still half asleep, still pretty angry. He woke up completely and sat up as Alyson and Steve wheeled in each of the Littles. The two boys were swaddled in navy blue blankets that covered them from neck to toe; the four girls were in light pink. As much as he wanted to say that swaddling an adult so that they couldn’t move was wrong, each of the Littles looked peaceful and content as they slept. Luke even thought it looked pretty comfortable, though there was no way in hell that he’d ask to be swaddled; that would just open him up to other Little things that he absolutely didn’t want. When Steve saw Luke sitting up he held a finger to his lips asking for silence. Luke nodded his assent. Steve whispered: “We’ll get you out once we’ve finished moving these guys in.” A couple minutes later Alyson came back, she unlatched the top of the crib and lowered the side rail while opening out her arms for Luke to be picked up. She hoped he wasn’t still mad at her. Instead of going into her arms, Luke pulled himself to the edge of the crib and jumped down. The drop was a good seven feet, and Luke fell to his knees to absorb some of the impact. As Alyson was about to tell him that he shouldn’t jump off the crib, Luke simply walked past her. It was clear that he hadn’t gotten over the bottle or painting incident. Without any indication that he was aware of Alyson’s existence, Luke walked into the daycare room; he didn’t want to talk or hang out with Steve either. In the daycare room Luke picked up a fist sized foam ball and walked over to some padded matting that made up a reading area. He laid down on his back on the matting and began to throw the ball in the air, only moving or adjusting his body so that he could catch the ball every time. This was something he used to do as a teenager with a tennis ball when he had arguments with his parents or sister and needed to cool down. Now he felt like it was the only thing he could do without having to interact with Alyson or Steve. Alyson watched him, concerned for a moment, and then walked to Steve’s office. “We need to do something for him. He’s completely miserable here.” Steve sighed. “Yeah… I figured he’d probably have a tantrum at some point during your orientation, I thought it would be good for him to experience how regular tantrums are handled. I didn’t think he’d blow up that badly. I think he has some ingrained fear about Little food, or maybe just about becoming Littler that other unregressed or Accidental Littles didn’t have.” “Do you think Erin could pick him up today? I know it’s against policy, but technically he has had an orientation, and the overnight rule is mainly to check health. We already know he’s healthy. Physically at least.” “I guess, I’ll go ask him. Why don’t you stay here for this one.” At that, Alyson felt a little hurt, like Steve had confirmed that she really had mistreated Luke. However, she also knew that he was right; no matter whether her actions were correct, Luke didn’t want to interact with her right now. He was still throwing the ball when Steve walked in. Luke didn’t notice until Steve directly entered his line of sight; Bigs moved unnaturally quietly. Luke stopped tossing his ball but didn’t sit up. He watched Steve with his back flat against the floor. Steve decided to crouch down, but kept his distance a bit. He used his ‘talking to scared Little’ voice, something he hadn’t used with Luke before. “Hey Luke. Alyson and I were just chatting a bit. We were thinking, would you rather go to Erin’s place today? You might like that more than just staying here.” Luke turned and sat up. Would he like going to Erin’s more than being here? He wasn’t completely sure. His interaction with Erin hadn’t gone well, but he also knew that she wouldn’t be limited by government regulation, and she knew that he didn’t want to be treated like a Little. He’d have to go to her place tomorrow anyway, and his stay here wasn’t really turning out to be a reprieve from unhappiness. “I guess so. Can she pick me up today?” “We’ll have to call her, but my guess is yes. She might be out getting stuff for you, but I’m willing to bet that those things can be put off until later.” “Then yeah. Call her.” It took an hour and a half for Erin to arrive at the adoption center. She had been very nervous when Steve called her, thinking that something about the adoption had gone wrong, or that Luke would have to stay in the hospital a few more days. When she heard the actual reason, she was relieved, to her own shame. That Luke actually wanted to be with her made her feel better than she had over the past day or so. She went back to her apartment to drop off the shopping she had done. Did a look over on all the Little furniture she had already set up, and then did another look over trying to calm herself down. She was finally getting a Little! And while the circumstances weren’t good, the Little actually wanted to be with her! Maybe if she could make the rest of his day better, they could form a more positive relationship.

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