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I've been sick for three Thanksgivings in a row ? I don't get sick more than once or twice per year. In honor of my untimely illness, Luke gets to go to the doctor. Chapter 11 Luke and Erin were resting between sets of power flow yoga. Erin had already graduated to unmodified push-ups after only a week, something she’d never have imagined doing before adopting Luke. Looking in the mirror, she thought she saw some improvements to her muscular definition, though she couldn’t tell if it was just her imagination. It was just a few days after all. She could definitely tell that her flexibility was improving; it wasn’t even challenging to touch the tops of her feet, and if she pushed, she could touch her toes, almost the floor. It had been a couple of days since Luke fell asleep on Erin’s lap, and while he hadn’t spent so much time there since, he was a lot more comfortable being held by her than he had been. Besides showing him the list of things she thought he might be okay with or want to work towards as a Little, they hadn’t made much progress on him actually acting Littler. The list had easy things like coloring or playing with block, as well as what Erin suspected would be bigger challenges for Luke, like playing with other regressed Littles on a playground or trying Little food. Other basic things included shopping at Little of This, Little of That, wearing a onesie, and eating while in his highchair. The Little food was the only thing that Luke had given any major reaction to, with a partially hidden scowl indicating his reluctance “So this morning, we have to go to the doctor to get you some vaccinations. After that how about we go do something fun?” Erin hadn’t told him beforehand, but a doctor’s visit didn’t seem like anything to worry about. He was looking forward to getting to get out of the house again. He felt pretty cooped up. “Okay, sure. Will I get to see nurse Joy again?” “Sorry, no, we’ll be going to a humanology clinic, Joy works at the Little’s wing of the hospital where you were taken to.” Erin had looked carefully for a humanologist during her time preparing to adopt an Accidental Little, even before Luke had even arrived. She eventually picked a clinic that was fairly close to her residence and had been recommended by one of her old coworkers that had a Little. The clinic had assured her that they understood the challenges associated with having an unregressed Little who wasn’t necessarily happy to be in the dimension, and had even gone as far as occasionally importing Little medical equipment to make their patients more comfortable. The drive took them to a part of the city that Luke hadn’t seen before. Unlike the central areas which were a mix of very old and very modern, this area was somehow more homogenous while being neither very old nor modern. The streets were narrower, and the neighborhood was filled with two and three-story brick buildings, some residential and some commercial, though there was little distinction when looking from outside. Erin turned into a small parking lot behind one of these buildings, unbuckling Luke from his car seat and setting him on the ground. He was glad she didn’t try to carry him in, he wasn’t that comfortable with being held yet. He had dressed himself, choosing a flannel plaid button-down shirt and jeans with an elasticated waist. Erin had ended up buying him a new pair of sneakers at his request: a pair of black Cougars, which seemed fashionable enough. She hoped he would still wear his old shoes occasionally, they were super cute. Inside, there were six or seven other families waiting for their appointments. Littles were gently running around, others playing with blocks, and a couple just sitting with their moms and dads. Erin left Luke and her bag on a seat in a corner a little farther from all the other Littles and went to the front desk to register. “Erin Miller here to check in for Luke Miller.” She’d only refer to him with her last name for official situations like this one, as far as Erin was concerned, he was still Luke Kepplin, and probably always would be. The receptionist looked up at Erin and around, noticing that her Little wasn’t with her. She spotted him kicking his feet aimlessly with a Big’s handbag and made the connection. No Big would trust any but the least regressed Little to sit patiently by themselves like that. “I see him right here.” Nodding at her computer screen. “You’re all checked in. Is he the Accidental Little?” She indicated with her eyes to him sitting behind Erin. “He is. And I wanted to ask about that a bit. Is it possible to use the imported needles instead of the ones made here? I heard the ones from his dimension are thinner and hurt less. Also, I’d like them to take his temperature via forehead instead of rectally.” “Hmm, well, we do have needles from their dimension, they do cost quite a bit more though. I’m not really sure if they hurt less; I’ve heard that the atoms are smaller there or something. But I also don’t really know if it makes much of a difference, pretty much every Little cries when they get a shot. I will ask the nurse about the temperature thing though. They’re usually pretty understanding.” If Luke wasn’t sick, she didn’t think it would be a big deal, though if there was any threat of illness, she was sure they’d want to be more accurate. “Well, I’d appreciate it if he got the thinner needles, thank you.” Erin said it kindly, hoping that the receptionist was taking her concerns seriously and wasn’t just thinking of her as another overprotective Little mom. Sitting in the waiting room while Erin was talking with the receptionist at the counter, Luke was trying to fight off a wave of growing panic and some sort of disgust. The Littles – Humans running past him looked nearly the same as any adult he had known at home, though the regression surgeries made their age seem both younger and more ambiguous overall. It was the actions of the Littles that were triggering his fear and revulsion. It was like every human had some mental disability; they were physically mostly fine but seeing somebody your own size with the emotional and mental capacity of a two-year-old is really disquieting when you aren’t prepared for it. He wanted to leave, and he was now feeling more bitter the Erin thought that he would somehow want to interact with these people. Luke didn’t even really ‘get’ these people back when he was in his original dimension; he understood that people fell on hard times, or struggled with depression or personal loss, but his own situation was so far removed from those that he had a hard time forming empathy for people who couldn’t make it work. They chose to come here because they couldn’t make it work, he was making it work perfectly and he was forced to come here. It wasn’t fair. Walking back to their chairs, Erin could see that Luke’s expression was pretty sour. She figured it was due to needing the vaccinations. “Hey, the vaccinations will just take a tiny bit of time, they promised me they won’t hurt either. I was thinking we could go see a movie at the theatre after this, what do you think?” Luke rolled his eyes internally, but wasn’t paying much attention. He was focused on two Littles ‘reading’ a cardboard book to each other. The book was upside down. “That’s fine.” She ruffled his shoulder gently to get his attention. “Hey, this isn’t gonna be a big deal, I promise.” “It’s not that.” He was now watching a Little struggle to stack four blocks on top of each other. “What is it then?” Erin was relieved that he wasn’t scared, but something was still obviously troubling him. Luke felt a little ashamed to have that view of his own species, and he certainly didn’t want to talk about that issue with others around who could potentially listen in. “I don’t want to talk about it here.” He emphasized the ‘here’, he did want to talk about it with Erin, maybe that would make her slow down her treating him like a Little. A nurse opened the door “Luke?” Luke, as well as one of the Littles attempting to read the book lifted their head. Both Erin and that Little’s guardian started to rise. The nurse saw the confusion and immediately corrected. “Luke Miller?” The other Little’s guardian sat back down. Luke looked up at Erin in some confusion. No one had told him his last name here was Miller. “That’s us. They only use Miller so that they know you’re with me. Your as far as I, and anyone that matters is concerned, your last name is still Kepplin.” That seemed to mollify him. In the exam room the nurse indicated for Erin to lift Luke onto the table. “You’re unregressed right Luke? I’m Nurse Xu, I’ll be helping Dr. Vimont here today. Now, Erin says that you’d rather not have your temperature taken rectally right? You do understand that way is much more accurate though?” She had already prepared the forehead scanner. Thinking about it, she herself would definitely sacrifice accuracy if she knew she wouldn’t have to be violated in that way. Luke’s eyes bugged out. He stammered “Uh, yeah, forehead.” Nurse Xu singsonged an “Okay” and took his temperature, which was normal. “I’ll head out and Dr. Vimont will be in in just a moment.” In something that might have been a first for both Big and Little-kind, Dr. Vimont entered even before Nurse Xu had completed her exit of the room. He wasn’t any taller than Erin, just under 13 feet, and had a stocky build with a well-trimmed salt and pepper beard. “Hello Luke, Erin, I’m doctor Nicholas Vimont, I’ll be your humanologist here in Aquitane.” He gave his hand for Luke and Erin to shake. “Now, I know that since you came as an Accidental Little, you skipped the quarantine portion of your travel here. That’s part of why you’re on an accelerated schedule for your vaccines, you’ll get four today.” Dr. Vimont paused to let that sink in, a slightly regressed Little would be completely freaked out by the thought of four shots in one sitting. Luke gave no reaction besides a large blink. “The notes from the hospital say that you’re in remarkably good health considering the interdimensional travel as well as the circumstances of your arrival. Are there any issues you’d like to alert me to?” Luke just shook his head, but Erin spoke up. She figured he’d be too embarrassed to bring it up himself. “I’d like it if you could take a look at his diaper rash. At first Luke was trying to change himself, but it didn’t work out that well; we switched to me changing him a couple of days ago.” Erin hoped that Luke wouldn’t take it as her throwing him under the bus, but she also didn’t want to be accused of neglect by the doctor. “Sure. Luke, do you mind taking off your pants and untaping your diaper for me?” Luke had hoped they would skip this part, but didn’t really hold it against Erin for bringing it up. His rash was feeling better, but having a doctor say it was getting better would be nice to hear. He pulled down his pants and removed his diaper. Dr. Vimont tapped Luke’s thigh to get him to spread his legs a bit more. “Hmm, yeah, he definitely has a pretty significant rash. Given that it’s more light pink than angry red, I believe it’s on its way to getting better, but it’s hard to tell completely without a comparison.” He nodded at Luke “Is it still bothering you quite a lot?” “Uhh, not that much, Erin got some medicated cream that’s really helped. I think it’s getting better. It feels better.” “Mmmh.” Dr. Vimont hummed in a very doctorly way. “I do think.” He paused. “And I hope you won’t feel insulted for me saying this, I think it would be better in the long run if you removed your pubic hair. It traps a lot of moisture, it will make the chances of rash higher in the future as well.” “No.” It was out of Luke’s mouth before he had a chance to think of an angrier reply. He wanted to seem more dignified about the situation, and he knew that the doctor really was just trying to look out for his health. Erin just looked sympathetically at Dr. Vimont, and prepared to intervene if the situation deteriorated. It didn’t go any farther. Dr Vimont just smiled “I understand, just something to consider. Make sure you’re very diligent with your diaper changes then, and make sure to use plenty of powder and cream.” He indicated to Erin. “Yep! I’ll make sure to be really careful.” “Well if that’s your only issue, then you can get changed, and I’ll send in nurse Xu for the vaccinations.” Erin made quick work of the change. When she had first met Luke, she wondered if he’d be interested in having plastic surgery to look younger, and if not, at least be willing to remove his body hair. Having known him for nearly two weeks now, she wasn’t all that surprised that he didn’t want to do that. She still hoped that he’d consider it in the future, it really would be a lot more hygienic. Nurse Xu entered with a tray bearing the vaccinations. “How about you sit in Erin’s lap for this; I think it will be better if she’s holding you while you get your vaccinations.” She didn’t want to demean him by saying she was concerned that he’d wiggle, scream, or pull away, but those three reactions happened frequently enough that having the Little just sit by themselves on the exam table seemed like a recipe for disaster. She suspected even an unregressed Little would have a big negative reaction, plus four shots was the most she ever gave in one sitting. Luke just shrugged his shoulders and held his arms out for Erin to take him. He still didn’t see what the big deal was, it was just a few shots. Erin on the other hand was extremely nervous. She’d never been a parent or had to deal with anything other than minor boo-boos before. Luke had been in so much emotional pain that she really didn’t want physical pain added on. “You are using the imported needles right?” She said it quietly, as if the word needle would be enough to get Luke crying. Nurse Xu smiled politely. “Yep, straight from their dimension.” She’d never seen it make a difference though. Every Little cried when getting shots, even unregressed ones, though those ones hadn’t been given the imported needles, so maybe, just maybe there would be a chance that Luke would be okay. She got the first injection ready. “Roll up your sleeve a bit more for me.” Erin started gripping Luke a bit tighter around the torso. Erin’s reaction was the only thing that was making Luke the slightest bit nervous. “Okay, now one… two… three…” The first vaccination entered his arm. Luke gave literally no response, just blinking once again as the vaccination was delivered; he was reading the human musculature poster on the wall across from where he was sitting. Erin let out a small gasp. Nurse Xu raised her eyebrows in a way to show she was impressed. Luke essentially ignored both of them. “Second one, one… two… three…” This time, Luke was swinging his lower legs back and forth gently, a habit from when he was a little kid. Erin started to loosen her grip a bit. Nurse Xu was already over the performance, now she was more curious about the differences between Big and Little needles, or maybe the previous unregressed Littles were all just wimps. She’d hold them to a higher standard next time. The final two vaccinations passed just like the first two, though Luke did flinch a bit on the last one, his arm was getting a little sore. “Well you did awesome! You’re free to go. We usually give a Little cookie to make the crying Little calm down, you can have yours for a job well done!” Little food was something Luke would still not tolerate. It scared him more than anything else. “Fuck no! I’m not eating that!” Erin regripped Luke more tightly, reminding him not to blow up. “Luke! What is our rule about cursing? You could have just said no.” Luke bobbed his head in apology. Considering the situation, with every Big at the clinic having been quite nice to him, his reaction did seem overblown. “Sorry. How about I get one free curse instead of having that Little cookie? That can be my prize right?” Erin just snorted and shook her head. Nurse Xu had been a little shocked, but it was also not the first time an unregressed Little had cursed in her presence; she knew that they were sort of adults. “Still wanna go see a movie?” “Sure. Can we see an action movie?” “We’ll see.” She didn’t think the theatre would be pleased with a Little seeing a violent film, but they could try.

Chapter 51 “Let’s start with introductions,” Mary suggested. She read each of the human faces seated across from her: Lynn and Peter, Ella’s parents; Andy, Brad, and Jackie, her two brothers and her sister. Lynn had red, puffy eyes. Peter looked tired and impatient. Brad looked eager, and Andy did not. Jackie’s face was inscrutable. “You know Michael,” Mary said, motioning toward the attorney. “Thank you for making these arrangements for us,” Peter said to him. “You have everything you need here,” Michael asked. “Yes,” Peter said in a way that made Mary and Michael suspect he had more to say and was choosing not to. “Good. You have my number if you need anything.” “And I’m Dr. Mary Thomas. I’m a psychologist specializing in humans, and I’m one of the few who has worked with unregressed humans in Itali. As you know, I’ve been counseling your daughter for the last several months to prepare her for this.” “How is she,” Brad asked. “We’re going to see her tomorrow, right? I mean, I want her to be okay with it, but she isn’t going to back out, is she?” “I don’t think so. She’s scared, but she’s ready.” “Her Amazon will be here, too,” Peter asked. “She’ll be here, but it’s up to Ella if she wants her actually in this room with us.” “Courtney,” Lynn said. “Her name is Courtney.” Mary just nodded. All things in time. “We wanted to give you this opportunity to ask us anything,” Mary explained again, though the attorney had both in writing and since they arrived. “What’s your role in all of this now? With us,” Andy asked. Mary maintained her friendly but neutral expression, the one she used to communicate that she was listening, absorbing, not judging. “I’m here for Ella’s benefit. To help you all feel more comfortable to make it easier on her.” “So not for our benefit,” Andy concluded out loud. “I’m going to be honest,” Mary continued, “Ella is my patient, and you are not. My concern is her wellbeing. But doesn’t that put us on the same side?” “Does it,” Andy shot back. “Andrew,” Peter said, trying to avoid acrimony. “None of this is her fault. Let’s just ... could you just tell us what we need to know?” Mary and Ella has talked about what had happened at length, and Ella wanted Mary to tell them. She didn’t want to relive it with them. Stacy and Michael had agreed to share as few details as they could before now, to keep Ella’s parents from having the natural, visceral reaction and filing a lawsuit to get Ella home. “I can do that. There some gaps in the story. Ella doesn’t remember everything.” “That’s okay. We just want to know,” her father said, sounding a little desperate. “As you know,” Mary began, “Ella was studying abroad. She remembers going with her friend Maggie to see one of the monuments, and a man began flirting with them in line. He invited them to meet him at a bar that evening. That’s all she remembers until she woke up in Aidu.” “We know that part,” Peter said. “Maggie told us; the police pieced together some of it.” “Maggie wasn’t taken then,” Mary asked. “No, she ... she didn’t stay.” Peter sounded torn, like he was still angry about that and angry that he was angry. “Ella will be relieved to know that. She assumed Maggie was taken, too.” “They tried. A bystander intervened. One of the kidnappers followed her. She passed out on a bus, and he tried to say he was her boyfriend and would take her home. The bus driver called the police instead.” “May I ask, what did you think happened,” Mary asked. “That she was ... kidnapped or trafficked. And ... killed.” “I didn’t think that,” Lynn said as though she and Peter had had this fight many times over. “I know,” Peter replied hoarsely. “We never even imagined it could be this.” “Do you want me to keep going,” Mary asked. Peter nodded, jerking his head without looking up, his eyes unfocused and gazing toward the carpet between the legs of the coffee table. “Your daughter was kidnapped by humans who traffic other humans to countries that cannot adopt humans directly from your dimension. There are several of them. Their treatment of humans is such that your countries won’t work with them, and countries here that are part of what is called the Alliance won’t adopt to them either. Itali is one of several dozen countries trying to pressure those governments through various means to emancipate the humans living there or at least improve their treatment.” It was important to Stacy that Ella’s family understand that not all countries were like the ones not in the Alliance. She wanted them to know Ella was safe in Itali and treated humanely. “We’ve heard of Aidu,” Brad said, wiping at his eyes. “Not much. Just rumors.” Mary continued, “Not much is known. The treatment of humans is a major dimensional issue. Since the first humans came through the relationships between countries like Itali and those like Aidu have grown strained. Itali has no official diplomatic relationship with Aidu. Aidu has almost entirely walled itself off from Alliance countries.” “So what did happen there,” Peter asked. “Please understand,” Mary said again, “that we only know what we learned from Ella and her injuries, in her particular case. Everything else is known through some leaks and contacts with dissidents in Aidu. From what we know, it appears that Ella was treated as is typical of humans in Aidu.” Mary paused. She gave them a moment. “This is going to be very upsetting. Are you sure you want to know?” “We lived with not knowing for twenty years,” Andy said. The bitterness in his voice, what sounded like suppressed rage to Mary. Mary took a deep breath. “As you know, Amazons, most of them, tend to view humans as akin to infants or toddlers. Some humans are happy to be regressed to those stages of life through medical means, and it’s a sophisticated process. A human who adopts herself out in Itali, for instance, determines many of the details. In Aidu, they don’t view humans as persons. They generally see humans as more akin to a pet, and they do not allow humans to make decisions about their regression. Humans there are fairly uniform in being treated as infants, usually very young ones. Of course, the humans are not there voluntarily, so Aiduines regress humans without consent.” “How do they do that,” Peter asked. Mary’s voice faltered for the first time. She admonished herself silently as she explained, “It’s a neurological process in countries like Itali. It’s extremely sophisticated medical technology. It’s very expensive. That’s not available in Aidu. Some very wealthy people there might go to another of the non-Alliance countries to have it done. The ones who can’t afford that rely on orthopedic and chemical methods.” “What did they do,” Andy asked, not concealing his anger now. His brother reached over and put a hand on his shoulder. “The Aiduines who purchased Ella,” Mary said, stumbling over the word, “had her, uhmm, ligaments in her lower body partially severed so she was immobile. They damaged tendons and nerves in her arms and hands so she couldn’t use them effectively. They severed nerves at the base of her spine to render her incontinent. They kept her drugged much of the time so she could barely speak. They discouraged her from speaking in other ways. They wanted her to be, essentially, like a new born.” Mary realized she was looking at the floor. She always prided herself on her ability to look anyone in the eye. No one spoke. Jackie stood up first, quickly, propelling herself from her chair and walking to the window. Andy followed. Lynn let go of the breath she was holding with a cry of anguish. In her decades as a therapist, Mary had heard that sound only twice before. Peter reached for his wife, and they held one another. Mary could see their bodies quake with silent sobs. Brad looked at his siblings by the window and his parents. Mary sensed he was the one in the family who held them all together. It wasn’t strength. It was merely a learned behavior, Mary knew, a role someone fills in most families, the one who stays rational, buries emotions when he has to for the good of the others, and often plays peacemaker and confidante. Mary also knew that such persons often suffered for fulfilling that role, bottling up powerful emotions that, when they came out, came out all at once, a cyclone of feelings, and having gotten them out, the person picks up their mantle again. Brad stood, and Mary saw his knees go weak. He lunged across the room and caught himself on the counter of the bar for what the lounge was usually used for, and turned sharply into the bathroom, retching into the toilet. Mary waited patiently. Michael sat very still and quiet, very uncomfortable. This wasn’t anything like the family and little law issues that came to his practice. Mary heard a flush and the sink, and Brad came back out of the bathroom, his face and collar wet. He sat back down, looked at his family again. “How long was she there,” he asked. “Eight of our years. That’s a little less than eleven of yours.” “How did she escape?” “There are emancipation groups all over the world. Even in Aidu, but they’re small and illegal. Some of them are radical, militant even. Itali officially doesn’t condone their actions, but unofficially is thought to support those groups. A group within Aidu, working with counterparts in Itali, rescued her.” “What does that mean,” Andy asked, turning away from the window. Lynn and Peter were paying attention again. “Details aren’t public. Ella doesn’t remember much. The group broke into her captors’ home and escaped with her. She’s not sure if what she remembers from that night actually happened or not. She thinks she remembers violence.” Brad and Jackie returned to the sofa. “She was sedated and smuggled out of Aidu and into Itali. All rescues are kept classified by the government. That she is a rescue is a matter of record. From where and the circumstances of her rescue aren’t public to protect the emancipationists. “The Department of Human Services - people called it the department of little services - took custody of her. Doctors repaired everything they could. She learned to walk again, talk again. Trust people again. Psychotherapy, physical therapy, occupational therapy. She still goes to physical and occupational therapy. She’s made a strong recovery.” “How does Stacy fit into the picture,” Lynn asked. “Rescued humans can stay in Itali as independent citizens, be sent home, or adopt themselves out. It’s their choice. Stacy Jenkins has a friend at the Department who reached out to her to see if she would be interested in being Ella’s guardian. She and Ella met, and together they decided Stacy would adopt her. Legally, it’s the same as any other relationship between guardian and human. In practice, Ella has much more autonomy. They’re more than roommates, but it’s not ... Ella calls her Stacy,” Mary decided was the simplest way to explain it. “But why ...” Lynn stopped mid-sentence. “If she... if it were her choice... why didn’t she come home? Why didn’t she contact us,” Lynn asked as she began to weep again, the tissue in her hand crushed and turning to lint. “That’s a question Ella will need to fully answer if she wants to,” Mary said very gently. “She has reasons for. I can tell you that a part of it was a feeling of safety. Humans are very safe in Itali. One hasn’t been kidnapped in almost thirty years. There’s more, but she would prefer to explain it herself.” “But to not even contact us, to not tell us, to let us think ....” Peter said, not to anyone in particular, his voice sounding hurt and hollow. “I’m sorry,” Mary said. “What’s her life like here,” Brad asked. “She’s been happy for a long time. This incident has upset her a lot, as you can imagine. But she has a number of people in her life who love her very much, and she loves them. I won’t say things haven’t been hard for her since the rescue, but the last five or six years she’s been happy. She’s made an excellent physical recovery. She still has some physical limits, but they don’t keep her from living a full life.” “I still don’t understand,” Peter said. “Do you have any more questions for me,” Mary asked. They all looked at one another and shook their heads. “I’ll be here tomorrow,” Mary reminded them. “It’s important that you go slow.” She paused a beat. “And one more thing. Ella, at least to start tomorrow, would like to just meet with the two of you,” she said to Peter and Lynn. “I’m sorry,” she said to Ellas’s siblings, “She just wants to adapt slowly. Everyone at once could be a bit overwhelming.” “We understand,” Brad said. Andy didn’t say what he clearly wanted to. Jackie once more wasn’t easy to read. “If not tomorrow, perhaps the next day,” Mary said apologetically. Mary rose to leave when Jackie said, “Wait. Why Ella?” Mary sat back down. “‘Ellafair’ is her full name. She picked it after she was rescued.” “Why that, do you think,” Brad asked. “She says it’s pretty. She says you might remember it from a park you used to go to.” “On a tombstone,” Peter replied. “I remember it. She thought it was pretty then. Said she wished we’d named her that.” “I know it’s hard,” Mary said, “but I think it’s best if you use that name with her.” Lynn frowned. “So they didn’t mentally regress her,” Brad asked. “She remembers.” “Mental regressions are rare in Aidu. It’s very expensive. So yes, she remembers. She’s repressed a lot of what happened to her, but from before, she remembers.” “Can we talk about taking her home tomorrow,” Peter asked. “Best that you don’t,” Mary said.

Chapter 52 “I wish I could be there tomorrow,” Jamie said at the dinner table for the third or fourth time. He stirred his food with his fork, having barely touched it. “I know, Baby Bear,” Becky repeated. “We’ll take your mind off it tomorrow, at least for a little while. Promise.” “She’s so scared. She still doesn’t know what to say to them. She wants to apologize, but she’s not sure for what.” Amanda hadn’t eaten much of her dinner either. She still hadn’t gotten used to what it felt like to not be able to fix a problem for Jamie. She didn’t want to tell him it would be okay because she didn’t know that and she didn’t want to minimize his very valid feelings. It didn’t feel entirely right to distract him either. “She’s very lucky to have you,” Amanda decided to say. “I think you’ve made her life a lot brighter, just like you did for us.” “She’s not even sure about hugging them. She says it feels like strangers somehow. Like she’s not their daughter anymore.” “Honey,” Becky tried, “why don’t you have three more bites and then we can get you ready for bed?” She’d just nurse him and hopefully make him zonked and sleepy. “I’m not hungry,” he said. “Just three more bites, for me, please,” Becky asked. Jamie dutifully ate three forkfuls of potatoes. “C’mon,” Becky said as she lifted him straight from his chair to her hip. She took him to the nursery where she got his bear and handed it to him, sat down in the rocker, and laid him against her chest. “Let’s be quiet for a while,” she told him. She rocked back and forth. She could feel the tension in Jamie’s back muscles. He seems to clutch at her with his small hands, holding her as much as she was holding him. Becky thought there was only one thing that might make him feel better. “Do you need to cry?” Jamie let out a sob and said a weak, “Yes” as tears began to flow. Great big tears and a runny nose Jamie unabashedly wiped on Becky’s tee shirt. Becky kept rocking and patting his bottom while Jamie cried out as much anxiety as he could. “I don’t even know why I’m crying,” Jamie said through his tears. “Because you’re afraid, baby boy. It’s okay to be afraid. Especially for someone else. Only people who are very good inside do that, and only for people they love very much.” Jamie kept quietly crying, and Becky adjusted him so she could lift her shirt and offer him a nipple. As it brushed his cheek, Jamie turned his head and latched on, his warm tears feeling wet against Becky’s soft skin as he slowly stopped crying and nursed. Amanda stood in the doorway and watched her mom switch sides. She wondered how they would get him through the next day and the days after. She crossed the room and took the bag from the diaper pail to take to the garage trash. “You can share the bed with us tonight,” Becky said. “The four of us.” “Four?” “You, me, Jamie and his bear.” ————— Stacy hadn’t eaten dinner. She wasn’t hungry. Neither was Ella, but she’d agreed to at least have some formula, and though a little embarrassed - she’d spent so much of the summer trying to be more independent - she asked for it in a bottle and drank it in Stacy’s arms. Ella was scared, but she didn’t cry. So was Stacy; neither did she. Neither said much of anything. That’s how Ella and Stacy spent their evening, with Ella laying on Stacy’s chest as she reclined in bed, her protective hands resting on Ella, one on her shoulder and one on her rump, pressing her little gently into herself. They didn’t have anything left to say before tomorrow. They sat together, alone in their own thoughts.

Chapter XXXIX "Uhhuh." Sam was doing her best to pretend to be interested in what Natalie was showing her. Outfits. Pacifiers. Plastic undies. Diapers. Ugh. The freshly-minted handmaiden leaned on her hand and nodded again, although her feigned interest seemed to be completely transparent to her best friend. "Cora and I had this sort of heart-to-heart. And she told me the truth - that she likes treating me like a kid. And honestly? I kinda like it. I know that's silly, but... I really do like it." I let out a sigh of relief and set the final diaper down on the bed. She had bought me more than just the usual pink one: some had rainbows, some had unicorns, some had paw prints. I still didn't like wearing diapers, but it seemed like a small price to pay for unconditional love. Right? "Whatever you say, princess." Sam had bitterness to her tone. Mostly because every single part of her wanted to scream that she had told her best friend something was afoot here; but recently it had been harder and harder to make a stand against Natalie. She was becoming both more infantile, and more sure about it. "So..." Don't do it Sam. "This was her plan all along, huh?" I looked sharply at Sam and crossed my arms over my chest. "No. I mean… she just wanted to help me.” "You really believe that?" I felt frustration rise in my chest. She was saying rude things about Cora. "You know what? So what if she planned it? I'm happy! Does that even matter to you? Or are you jealous because she didn't pick you?" "No, I'm just worried that me getting a job here was just a ploy to get to you, and now that she has you tied to her apron strings, she's gonna cut me loose and I'll never see my best friend again." ...oh. She was scared? I... I didn't expect that. I looked at Sam nervously and then down at my feet. "Sorry... um. I didn't realize..." We were both quiet for a second, unable to meet each others' eyes. Then I shook my head and forced a smile. "She can't fire you. You're my maid, right? And a princess gets what she wants!" I smiled brightly, absolutely sure of myself. "I'm not letting you go anywhere." "Uhhuh." Sam didn't sound at all convinced, and she took a deep breath in to gather her words like they were swirling all around in the ether. "She doesn't need me once she's done playing pretend with you. It's not like I'm indispensable here; they have like six other maids and I'm not at all the best one." "Nuh uh! You're great! You always bring me my food, and you draw my baths, and you put my clothes away. Maybe you're not the best maid, but you're my maid. And you do a great job... and if Cora fired you I'd be so angry at her, and I know she doesn't want that." It was a weird thing to think: I was Sam's job security. "I won't let anyone else be my maid. No one." "Yeah? So now I'm indentured to you, huh? You're the princess, I'm the maid, you boss me around and I'll just curtsy and be like 'oh yes miss, of course I'll change your diapers' like that's completely not insane?" There was definite resignation in her voice, though, not anger. "...is that so bad?" I looked a little nervously at my best friend and then down at my feet. "I know it's insane. This whole place is so backwards... but that doesn't mean it's wrong or bad. It's just different. And it's a kind of different I like. Maybe you can like it too?" I forced another smile. "You basically took care of me back at our other place. Now you get paid for it!" "I guess." Sam looked up with a forced smile. "I really feel like with all these new duties I should be asking for a pay rise." Said the girl who made literally five times what she used to in her old job. "And I should negotiate for some time with my best friend that's off the clock, cause I don't remember the last time I saw you and I wasn't in uniform." "I always work on your days off," I pouted, crossing my arms. "Maybe you could negotiate with Cora? She's really understanding..." Sam gave me a hard look and I let out a sigh. I guess they didn't have the same relationship Cora and I did. "Maybe I can ask...?" I had to ask her something else anyway. "Alright, you can ask. I think I ought to get a raise if I'm going to have to learn about... adult diapers." Funnily, she almost took a job in a nursing home some years back, too. Ironic. "But I want some time with you, like I wanna go to the mall with you or see movies or do something outside this house." And Sam was willing to bargain away her dignity on this. "Uh huh! I want that too! You put all my stuff away," I told her, motioning to the piles of new clothes, "and I'll talk to Cora.” I hurried out of my room and down the stairs. But I didn't go to Cora's room. I went to the second floor bathroom. I sat down on the toilet without pulling up my dress and closed my eyes. I'd had to pee for well over an hour now, but I still couldn't do it unless I was on the toilet. I didn't see the point of wearing diapers if I still had to run to the bathroom, but it wasn't my decision. When I was done - when the diaper between my thighs was heavy and warm - I waddled down the hall to Cora's bedroom. "I haven't seen your mother," Mr. Gladstone was in the bedroom, musing over an electronic tie rack, and he didn't look away from his task even when he heard his waddling daughter coming into the room. "She might be in the conservatory, though, have you looked there?" "Oh, um... no." I looked awkwardly at my boss, but he didn't so much as turn around to say hello. I peeked around the door just to make sure Cora wasn't in here, but sure enough... "W-well... I'll go check the conservatory then." "Oh, and Natalie?" Mr. Gladstone called out, once she'd taken a few steps away from the doorway. "You've been such a good girl, and we're both very proud of you." Just. Random praise. No strings attached. "Th-thank you, sir..." I blushed a little and hurried down the stairs to find Cora. True to Mr. Gladstone's words, she was in the conservatory. It had been a long day for the both of us. An emotional, revealing day. But we were closer because of it. So I took a deep breath and went over to Cora, without saying a word, and pulled on her sleeve like a kid would do. Honestly, pretending was... kinda fun. Like a game. "Oh hello there, darling, I didn't even hear you come in - quiet as a little baby mouse, aren't you?" Her smile was warm, even if her words might have been a little bit played up for fun. "Did you come to tend to the flowers with Mommy?" "Oh, uh..." I shook my head and held the hem of my dress with both hands. "Umm... I was wondering if we could talk about something. About Sam?" "Is she behaving?" Cora asked, as if she was the child and I was the adult. "Nothing like that," I said nervously. "We just miss spending time together as friends. And I was wondering if she could have more time off? On a weekend, maybe?" "Well, the weekends are when the help does the deep cleaning, and you're home all day on those days so she's going to need to keep working those, I'm sorry, darling." Watering a pretty white rose, Cora paused for noticeable thought, and waited for dramatic effect. "Although, I suppose with the order season winding down, you could spend a little more time at home on a weekday or two, and I could arrange for that to coincide with her days off?" "...you mean, I work less days at the office?" But that was my job. I couldn't be a part-time office manager, right? I had to be there. To... you know. Manage the office. I puffed out my cheeks and crossed my arms. "I don't want that. Can't we re-arrange our schedules." "Like I said - Sam needs to work weekends. And your office is closed on weekends." ...so there was nothing else she could do? I bit my lip. "Listen, darling, around this time of year the office quiets down for a spell anyway, and you'll still be there - let's say Monday, Tuesday, and Fridays, that way you can have two days with your best friend mid-week, and handle both the start and end of the week at work." Although Cora was uncertain about allowing Sam not to feel maidly. Hmm. "It's important, though, darling - even in a friendly dynamic, Sam still needs to remember that she serves you, or it's going to be like whiplash for the poor thing any time she finishes her days off. So please be kind to her by being firm." "Okay..." But the tone in my voice and the expression on my face betrayed my certainty. Two days a week off work. Fear of being replaced seeped back into me. What if I lost this job? What if Mr. Gladstone needed someone there full time? What about my paychecks? I didn't have many expenses these days, but I should be saving money... "I hear a but there, little one, and the only butt you need to worry about is safely protected.” To show her seriously, Cora left her roses be. "Your pay won't change, and if we need you more days in the office then we'll make sure you're brought in; I know how scared you are of things being taken from you, but I promise you darling, I'm going to make good decisions for you." "But Mr. Gladstone--" "Ando," Cora corrected me for the thousandth time. With a deep sigh, she touched her fingers to the bridge of her nose. "Why is it so hard to call him by his first name?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders and looked at my feet. "It feels too personal..." Like Adam. "Would a title feel better? Daddy, perhaps? If I'm your Mommy, that might only make sense, and that's far less formal and personal, isn't it?" Cora acted like she was only just considering this now, in the moment. My cheeks went crimson. "I... I don't think--" "Actually... I like the sound of that. And Ando will be so happy to hear..." Her eyes sparkled in delight and I shied nervously into myself. Calling my boss Daddy? Ugh, this was so embarrassing... "But......" "This will be much simpler, and easier for you to remember, and oh so precious. Oh, Mommy and Daddy, that's just perfect, darling. Now, I will try to arrange Wednesday and Thursdays to be at home days for you, but you will still be expected to come in on time on the other days, and you might very well be needed at short notice for your days off, understand?" "...'kay," I muttered, looking shyly at my feet. Cora knelt down so I had to look down at her. She smiled up into my eyes and tucked my hair behind my ear. "I know it's still new. But you are doing so well. Thank you for listening to me. I'm so proud of you." Maybe all I needed was some encouragement, because after that, I was feeling a whole lot better. Then I remembered the other question I wanted to ask Cora. "Um, can I be changed, please?" "You're a very good girl for noticing you need to be. Head up into your room and you can have Samantha take care of it, and if you want to wait I'll be up in a few more minutes." Just so casual. Have your best friend change your soggy diaper. Sam? Cora had mentioned before that part of Sam’s responsibilities was to change my diapers, but I wasn’t willing to let that happen. "I.. uh. I can just wait for you to come up and do it," I said anxiously. Allowing Cora to give me a diaper change at twenty-three years old was already embarrassing enough. But my best friend? No thanks. "I'll see you up in your room then, darling. Hurry along." Cora was, admittedly, a pretty good Mom. Even if this was all some big scheme, her love seemed real all the same. Genuine. ---------------- Like & Comment! Please consider supporting us on Patreon! Thank you for reading!

@littleTomás @HyperShark All will be revealed in this and the next update ? @HyperShark Do you read all the Diaper Dimension story's? I take a look at your google docs list of them at least once a week to see what I might have missed in others peoples story's. For everyone reading I apologise for the writing in this and the next update almost all of it was written while waiting in lines at Tokyo Disney and Universal studios Japan, I've cleaned it up as best I can but still... *** Part 26 Is that Emy? Now possessing a belly that was no longer hungry it was time for the next important item "How are we going to get clothes that fit?" Asked Emily in her mind as she walked past the Amazon houses "That's an easy one" answered Nora "You want us to steal them right?" Asked Grace "I prefer to call it borrowing without permission, looky there" Emily looked over to where the non existent finger pointed and saw a clothes line full with a mix of Amazon and Little clothing "Stealing is wrong" piped Maddy "Yes it is…" agreed Grace "But we aren't stealing persay…" Emily looked at the clean dresses waving slightly in the wind then felt her damp, torn and filthy clothing, this was her only memories of clothing but knew that clothing was not meant to be that way "As long as we aren't stealing, mommy says that's wrong" "That's a matter of opinion" muttered Nora then proceeded to tell Emily what to do. It was not easy and Emily didn't feel right with taking the clothing without asking first but when it was finally on she could overlook her misgivings about it "Well it isn't the most stylish thing I’ve ever worn and I would kill for some underwear right about now but fuck it we have clothes that dosent smell like piss, thank fucking whoever for putting the washing out at the ass crack of dawn" "Actually I think they were left out overnight" commented Grace "Whatever" muttered Nora. Emily had been wandering in some nearby forest aimlessly for a couple of minutes before one of the others finally spoke to her directly "Emily what are we doing?" Asked Maddy "Walking" answered the Little "We can see that and don't know what you are doing" said Grace "I don't know what to do next" answered Emily, she had been wandering not so much because she didn't know what to do but so she could explore these memories that she had, they were there but not in any particular order "Are you thick or something, we get back home" growled Nora "How?" Asked Emily not having seen any possible way home from the explored memories so far, in fact it seemed like a miracle that she had gotten away from that horrible Amazon "I don't know isn't that why you are in control of the body" "Kaylee" piped Maddy "Who?" Asked everyone else "Kaylee, she was going to take us home if we played together, it made me sad I wanted to stay and playyyyyyy" "Back up who is Kaylee?". -Rose- Rose was frantic and exhausted, she had almost gotten into multiple car accidents while searching for her Little with no success, come midday the following day Rose finally had to rest or she was convinced that she would probably kill herself and someone else if she kept going, her own life did not matter but injuring someone else because of her own stupidity was not acceptable "Knock knock" said Rose in a near zombie like voice as she knocked on the door of her sisters house, nearly dead on her feet it was all she could do to keep herself awake just that bit longer "Rose" said Gwen after opening the door looking like she had just woken up while at the same time not having much of that sleep "Come in, come in" Kaylee and Gwen had heard what happened to Emy and went out in search of the Little, with no success she reluctantly had given up on the search a couple of hours ago "Did you find her?" Asked Gwen now fully awake and hoping for the good news of Emy sleeping soundly in the car, another tear started to form in the corners of Roses eyes "I didn't… and… I can't" Rose started to collapse and was caught by Gwen "Let's get you to bed, you'll be no good to Emy like this" Gwen helped Rose to the spare bedroom and laid her down “Thank you Gwen” mumbled Rose before slipping off into her own memories of the events that lead to her predicament. “With this idea I believe we can finally give every Amazon the Little they want and better still the Little wont know any different so no one is hurt” Alex Harding was a bit of a visionary and always made sure to flush out his ideas with Rugosa his head of research and development, the man was in it all for the betterment of Amazon kind but he was too soft in that he wouldn't force the Littles into their proper place or at least that was Rugosas thoughts "Just think of it, if we could remove the Littles existing personality and add a new one of our own making then if say the Amazon wanted a Little that loved to be punished then that Amazon may have to wait years to find the right one, we can already modified their appearance so why not take that Little that is terrified of being punished and change their personality so they now crave it, the Little isn't harmed in any way and the Amazon doesn't have to wait years for their perfect Little" Rugosa didn't care for Littles one bit and couldn't understand why someone would want one, the only thing that they were good for was to let out her frustration on from time to time but even then they broke way sooner than she would have liked so they couldn't even do that properly, Rugosa started to think about how she would approach this new and interesting task her boss was setting her, his were never dull which is why Rugosa continued to work for the company all this time "Now for this task we may fall into some… um questionable territory so I have hired David King here" Rugosa looked at the other man in the room with them "Hi, call me Dave everyone does" smiled the man, Rugosa could tell straight away it was a fake smile, Rugosa nodded in the man's direction and returned her attention back to her boss "David here will be able to get anything you may need" "Just tell me what you need and I'll have it within twenty four hours" said Dave still wearing his fake smile "I'll have the full outline of the project on your desk before today's end" said Alex knowing the gears were already turning the the brilliant mind of Rugosa "Very good, I should have a better idea of where to begin tomorrow" her boss nodded and the unofficial meeting was concluded. "I've been looking forever and can't find one" sighed Rugosa's best friend Gwen Miller "I can't understand why you would want one of those horrible things" replied Rugosa after swallowing the sandwich she had been eating "I've been working closer with them more than I would like recently and all they do is make messes and scream about how unfair everything is" Rugosa took another bite of her lunch "You just haven't met the right Little yet that's all when you do they will change everything" Gwen and Rugosa had been as close as sisters since their earliest memories and Rugosa had been absent the last couple of months with her newest project, Gwen finally managed to drag her butt out of the lab for a lunch break and even now she was working away on her portable computer "The day I get a Little is the day I give up my job" joked Rugosa "Your so lucky to get to work with Littles everyday" sighed Gwen wishing for just a moment that she could trade places with her friend "Would you like a tour?" Asked Rugosa thinking that this might finally show her friend how annoying Littles can be, Gwen however thought this was a fabulous idea so she could show Rugosa how wonderful Littles can be. They finished up lunch and headed into Rugosa's lab area where Gwen was given the quick and dirty tour as she had seen it before there wasn't really a need to show her everything, just what's new "And in here we keep the Littles" Rugosa opened the locked room to reveal a collection of smaller rooms each with a glass looking cover "Can they see us?" Asked Gwen "No it's one way, we can see them but they can't see us" Gwen walked through looking at the Littles inside and wanted to hug each and everyone of them "They are so adorable" cooed Gwen "You say that now just wait till one bites you, I've had to remove more than one set of teeth" "They are just scared" replied Gwen all to sure that if they were adopted by her they would never want to hurt her because of how great of a mother she knew she could be to one of them "I bet if I gave you one you would be begging me to take the thing back within a couple of days, just go to one of those Little cafes and get it out of your system, it's cheaper in the long run" Rugosa was unaware that Gwen visited that very type of cafe at least once a week "I bet your wrong" said Gwen trying to hide the small embarrassment she felt at her friends words, Rugosa sighed as she realised that Gwen was not going to see her way unless she has one of the brats herself "Fine I'll let you take one home for the weekend but I warn you they are terrible things" Gwen's eyes lit up like she had just been handed the gift she had always wanted "For real?" Rugosa thought about the Little she had that looked half dead and didn't seem to be getting any better, if Gwen could help the thing, Rugosa could still use it when her friend inevitably returned the good for nothing thing and if not, well at the very least it will make her friend happy it's not like the company cares what she did with the Littles as long as the task was ultimately completed "Come with me" sighed Rugosa. Gwen looked through the viewing area and her heart nearly broke as she saw the battered and bruised Little inside, Gwen knew her friend could be cruel to Littles but this was bad and seeing the Little in this state brought out the mothering instinct to heal the Little "Believe it or not she's in much better condition now than when we got her" said Rugosa "Almost every bone in her body had been broken at least once and a couple of organs were on the verge of failing" Gwen was glad to hear that the harm hadn't been inflicted by her friend "She looks malnourished" added Gwen "I suspect that she has had more food since she has been here than she has in the last couple of months before arriving" hearing this did brake Gwen's heart "Rugo you have to let me take her home" pleaded Gwen as if Rugosa didn't actually intend to let her take the Little home "She's yours, just let me know when you want to return her" Gwen hugged Rugosa and thanked her over and over "Yea yea, don't say I didn't warn you about them" Gwen acted like she didn't hear the last statement and asked the only question she needed to know" "What's her name?" "Kaylee, but feel free to change it" after another round of hugs and thanks Gwen now had her very own Little that needed all the love and care that she could give. A month, one whole month and Gwen still had not wanted to return the Little, hell Rugosa had barely even seen Gwen since she left with the Little and Rugosa wasn't having much luck with work, there was one that was showing promise but Rugosa believed there was something wrong with the subject because she was… odd even for a Little. The Little was labelled subject seventeen and instead of begging to be let go and just generally causing trouble for Rugosa this Little actually begged to be mistreated, to be hurt and even to be killed and Rugosa was happy to oblige on her bad days, going as far as to break the Littles legs multiple times. It was clear to Rugosa that this Little didn't want the pain for some kind of twisted pleasure, no she wanted to die, Rugosa found this out after talking to the Little, this was not the sort of thing she ever did but the confusing traits of this Little baffled Rugosa and she wondered if this trait would lead to her successful completion. After a while Rugosa took over the task of healing the Littles wounds and spoke to her "Why do you keep wanting this? Doesn't it hurt?" Asked Rugosa "The pain is near unbearable" replied the Little through gritted teeth "Then why do you keep asking for this?" Asked Rugosa while applying the cream that would mend the bones within two or so days "You might finish the job" Rugosa expected something of this nature but was still baffled by it all the same. Over the next couple of months Rugosa found it harder and harder to hurt the Little and stopped using her in the experiments, it was only in the deepest areas of her mind that Rugosa would admit that she was coming to like the Little, she put it down to not wanting to lose a potentially valuable test subject "Admit it you like this one" grinned Gwen "That is absurd, she's just an interesting subject" "That's not the way you talk about her" sung Gwen, Rugosa shook her head and ignored the teasing of her friend "How's your rugrat going these days?" This being one of the few times that Gwen and Rugosa had been able to meet up in weeks given how far apart they lived these days she had not really had a chance to ask in person and Gwen was keeping everything hush hush online "She has really settled down these last couple of days" Rugosa grinned "She took a bite of you didn't she, I told you…" "No actually it was just hard to gain her trust" "You should have just drugged her, I did" said Rugosa "I didn't want to do anything she didn't want to do but just a couple of days ago she let me help her and she is just the most cuddly and adorable Little you will ever meet" Rugosa rolled her eyes "Amazon's are in charge, not the other way around" "I know you don't like my new age thinking but I truly believe it's working for us" said Gwen pulling back the shade cover of the stroller to reveal the sleeping Kaylee, wet diaper on full display, Rugosa rolled her eyes again and began to stand up "Whatever I'm just glad your happy, listen thanks for the meal but I've got to head back to work" "No, thank you it's your shout" called Gwen with a grin as Rugosa walked away and was rewarded with a single raised finger as a reward. The time had finally come to show Alex Harding how far the project has come “As we all know Littles minds are very malleable, they are very susceptible to drugs and hypnotics how ever this does not give us the ideal Little we all want” said Rugosa in front of the people that would decide if her funding was continued or not “Thanks to the brilliant ideas of Alex, I have been working on a way to basically print the mind you want onto any Little, say you have a Little that is still fighting you a couple of days after the adoption well bring them to us and we could print the mind of a Little that is truly down to the core content with you taking care of them” Rugosa couldn't tell if the crowd was impressed or not “How is this done if hypnotics and drugs can't change Littles how we want?” asked a Mid Amazon woman “I’m very glad you asked” said Rugosa “The Littles mind is actually stronger than any of us give it credit for so what I have done is managed to introduce a second personality then suppress the original permanently so only ours remains” this wasn't entirely true because the printing so far only held for a couple of days before the original personality re-emerged “And this works?” asked one of the males “The trials so far are very promising, would you care for a demonstration?” the male thought for a second then nodded “Right this way” Rugosa lead the crowd into the Little holding area “Would you care to pick a Little to imprint?” asked Rugosa, the man looked through the Littles and picked the only one he could see that seemed to be having a tantrum “JUST END THIS NOW!!!” screamed subject seventeen, Rugosas stomach dropped, the Little was in another of her depression cycles and it attracted the attention of the people Rugosa couldn't deny if she wanted to continue her work “I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!” the Little screamed “Quite a mouth on that one” commented one of the women “Agreed Littles should be seen and not heard, can you make her the perfect Little girl?” asked the man Rugosa had selected to choose the Little “While everyone's definition of perfect is different from person to person I can definitely imprint a personality that I believe will suit your tastes” Rugosa went to the microphone and turned it on “Subject seventeen, time for a treatment” “FUCK YOUR TREATMENT!!!” shouted the Little and smashed her hand into the fake window that of course didn't even leave a mark besides the blood stain, it was painful for Rugosa to see the Little in this state, lately she had found that just going to talk to the Little calmed her down and seemed to recenter her “Now” said Rugosa in the most authoritative voice she could muster, when the Little wasn't in one of her moods the Little actually saw things in such a simple way that she had actually helped Rugosa with a couple of problems “You have to the count of three” Rugosa saw that this didn't impress the crowd she needed to get seventeen on the table now “One…” without even waiting another second Rugosa pushed the button that electrocuted the room and the Little convulsed violently, Rugosa was forced to look back at her audience just so she didn't have to see the pain the Little was in “I apologize for this” said Rugosa and she released the button “Fuck… you” stuttered the Little, she had been through this so many times over the time she had been here that it no longer left her a drooling puddle on the floor… well for long, Rugosa turned on the robo nursery to place the Little on the exam table. In moments the Little was being held down on the table with a halo looking device fitted on her head "Now just give me a second to enter your prefered personality" Rugosa typed away and flipped through menus. It was ready, all Rugosa had to do was press the button and the interesting Little she had been growing to know would be gone, potentially for good "Is there a problem?" Asked the man, Rugosa hardened her heart and told herself that the Little was just a disposable subject "No" answered Rugosa and pressed the button to see the blue glow surround the Littles head "How long does this process take?" asked another member of the crowd "It verys for Little to Little but normally around five minutes is about the average" everyone waited in silence as the Littles face slowly went from pain and rage to the contented look of a Little that had found the joys of their Amazon carer for years. The blue light faded "How would you like to hold the Little?" Asked Rugosa knowing that this was the ultimate proof that her technique was working, the man looked surprised but nodded his agreement all the same. Rugosa lifted the contented Little out of the room and handed her to the man, everyone watched them "Daddy" cood the Little and snuggled herself into his chest, all remnants of the screaming Little she had been was now gone "That's incredible" murmured one of the women "In this case the Little will see the first Amazon to snuggle up with them as their caregiver" said Rugosa answering a question that wasn't asked. The live demonstration was a complete success and Rugosas funding was assured for another cycle. Rugosa tried to put subject seventeen out of her mind and it worked for a couple of days but she found herself constantly glancing at the surveillance monitor of the Little and saw her crying for the daddy that she believed she had known for years and had now left her for some unknown reason. Rugosa packed up for a another day of work and was just about to step out the door of her lab when she thought she could hear the crys of subject seventeen, this was impossible because the rooms had perfect sound insulation but none the less Rugosa turn and went over to see that the Little was indeed crying again, Rugosa cursed herself then opened the door of the Littles cell "Don't say I never do anything for you, your coming with me" said Rugosa and roughly dragged the Little closer to her and picked her up awkwardly "Stop wiggling" commanded Rugosa and the Little stopped moving but continued to sob "Are you… you… taking me… to daddy?" Asked the Little through her sobs "No" answered Rugosa simply and walked out of the lab with the Little returning to full balling. "Where's car seat?" Asked the Little now only sniffling "I don't have one so your riding in the front with me" Rugosa placed the Little in the front passenger seat and buckled her in as best she could "That's probably not safe" thought Rugosa to herself as she saw the seatbelts top strap go over the Littles head "Hold onto the belt" said Rugosa and without waiting to see if the Little complied she closed the door and walked around to her driver's seat. Rugosa managed to open the door of her apartment while balancing the Little on her hip "So this is my place" said Rugosa now seeing it through the eyes of this Little, it had everything she needed, a bed, a place to wash, a TV and a window to see the city scape, it did have a kitchen but Rugosa hadn't used that even once prefering to get take out instead "There… isn't much here" said the Little meekly "It's got everything I need" answered Rugosa and set the Little on the only lounge chair in the apartment "What do you want a burger or pizza?" Asked Rugosa not quite sure what Littles ate "Daddy…" started the Little and was cut off "He's gone and not coming back" said Rugosa perhaps a touch more angeraly than she ment too, the Little shrunk back on herself at those words and Rugosa saw the Little was starting to cry again "It's better you hear that now, I'll just get you pizza" Rugosa left the room and placed her order with the local pizza shop. The order arrived and Rugosa chucked a far smaller pizza box onto the Littles chair and dug into her own pizza. Rugosa got through the first slice and the Little hadn't even touched the box yet "Eat up, that's all I have for you" the Little wiped her eyes and looked at the box "I don't know how, daddy…" "He has never fed you in your life, now eat it's not hard" Rugosa trailed her last words as she saw the Little shrink inwards once more, this thing was so helpless it bogled Rugosas mind as to why anyone would want such a creature as a Little "Open the box, pick up a slice…" Rugosa demonstrated with her own pizza "Then put it in your mouth and chew" she took another bite as she watched the Little carefully open her box and take a slice from within "Now stick it in your mouth and chew" the Little did just that and just as Rugosa thought the Little had figured it out the Little began to swallow and immediately started to gasp, Rugosa knew that sound from her time with Gwen and her Little, the Little was choking. Rugosa ran over to the Little and started to slap her on the back until the mangled food was coughed up, Rugosa rolled her eyes, the Little couldn't even eat food without an Amazon "Are you alright?" Asked Rugosa, the Little nodded as she held her throat "Thank you" said the Little meekly. Rugosa ended up slicing the entire pizza up into small enough pieces that the Little couldn't chok again and after insurance from the Little she ended up hand feeding the Little, it wasn't like she had much else to do after her pizza had fallen on the floor when she went to save the Littles life. "There that should do you for the night" said Rugosa placing a spare pillow on the lounge chair, the Little was small enough to use it as a bed so with a few sheets that flowed off in every direction and a spare pillow the Little now had a place to sleep "Sleep tight and all that crap" said Rugosa and began to walk away "Aren't you going to change me before bed?" Asked the Little, Rugosa mentally kicked herself at not at least taking a spare diaper, every Little needs them after all, if she had just remembered that and brought one even if she just doubled up for the night so the nursery could take care of it tomorrow "I don't have any, don't leak" said Rugosa simply and turned out the lights. Rugosa did hear the Little sobbing herself to sleep but simply rolled over and went to sleep herself. Rugosa awoke to the sound of something hitting the floor then the sound of crying, Rugosa sighed and rolled back over to try and go back to sleep, pattering foot steps made that difficult "What?" Called Rugosa as she heard the crying Littles footsteps stop at her door way "I fell… out… of bed" sobbed the Little, Rugosa rolled her eyes "What do you want me to do about it, you can't be that hurt if you made it here, go back to sleep" there was about a minute of silence then "Can I sleep with you mommy?" Rugosa shot round and looked at the Little "I’m not your mommy" the Little shrunk a bit but continued to watch the Amazon "If I let you sleep with me will you stop annoying me?" The Little nodded her head "Fine" groaned Rugosa and lifted the Little up by her diapered butt onto the bed, Rugosa noted to herself that the thing was feeling quite full. "Now go to sleep" the Little nodded her head as she curled into the bedding near the wall, Rugosa moved herself closer to the edge of the bed so she didn't accidentally roll over and squish the Little "Thank you" said the Little in such a quiet voice Rugosa had to think twice about what was said, Rugosa turned away from the Little and went back to sleep.

Oook here we are. Perfectly on time if I do say so myself. Hope you guys are having a good weekend. This chapter is a bit more peculiar, hope you like it. Comments are always very much appreciated. Enough with the chitchat, here's the chapter ? Enjoy Chapter 8 It was dark, so dark… and suddenly, the flash of a light above her. Jenny felt it scorching her closed eyes. She tried to move, but it was like her limbs were made of lead. She was lying on a cold surface.. had she fallen from her crib? She heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching… Jenny tried to open her eyes. Everything was blurred. She could distinguish an enormous figure dressed in something white… It stood above Jenny, pressing something on her face…. Then everything turned black. … Jenny woke up. The room was still dark, but the pink nightlight was more powerful, she could distinctly see the nursery’s furniture through the bars of her crib. She shook her head trying to erase the cobwebs from her sight. God, she felt so tired. If only she could drink some coffee…But she was sure her Mommy wouldn’t have never allowed her to do that. Yawning, she looked around. The nursery was quiet, she saw Melody looking at her from the crib next to hers. The chubby little girl was, like Jenny dressed in only a diaper, but the one she was wearing was so thick she couldn’t stand on her feet. So she was on all fours, clutching the crib bars with her little hands and looking in Jenny’s direction. “Goodmownning” She sleepily said, “Mommy wiww be hewe in minuts. She usuawwy lets us sweep untiw nine.” “Ok…” Jenny answered getting on her feet. Her head hurt, and she could feel her soaked diaper wrapped around her. God, she had lost control of her bladder during the night. She barely managed to control her anal sphincter anymore, how long until she started helplessly peeing her diaper during the day too? The room was flooded with light as the door opened. Mommy entered the room and opened the window shutters, letting even more light inside the nursery. “Goodmorning my precious babies” she cooed looking at them. She was wearing an elegant dark purple dressing gown, her hair was tied in a ponytail. Her face was as beautiful as always, even without any makeup; the moment Jenny saw her, she was struck by a pang of jealousy, fear and desire. All these conflicting emotions awakened inside her as she saw the woman reaching for Melody, picking her up and laying her down on the changing table. “Hello Melody! Did you have a nice sleep?” She said as she grabbed the little girl’s ankle with one hand and started unstrapping the tabs of her diaper with the other. “Uh-uh” replied Melody, a look of fear in her eyes “Mommy, I made poopies. Couwd yow leawve me in my diapoo? Pweese!” “No sweetie I’m sorry” she replied lifting her bottom and taking her soiled crawler diaper away “You’ve been a bad girl yesterday, and that means no more staying in your poopy diapers for a bit” “Ok…” was the little girl’s meek answer. After cleaning Melody up, she started playing with her feet, tickling her and spreading and closing her legs as she sang something that Jenny thought was an Amazon’s nursery rhyme. Jenny could see Melody gurgling in appreciation of those attentions, her toothless mouth was open in a smile, drool leaking from the sides. After two minutes of playing Mommy ensconced the baby girl in another crawler diaper, then she sat on the big chair putting Melody on her lap, and without saying a word she started soundly spanking her bottom! THWAT! THWAT! THWAT! THWAT… Melody’s face was red and tears were streaming down her eyes, but she only let out whimpering noises, as Mommy blistered her heavily padded behind. After something like 20 blows, Mommy picked up the sobbing girl, and holding her face-level, she looked at her and said “And now how do we say baby?” “T-Thankwo Mommy! I wove you so much!” babbled Melody in response. Jenny watched dumbfounded as the giant woman smiled and kissed Melody on her forehead, before putting her back inside her crib, then she turned her attention to her. “And you, Trixie? Did you enjoy you first night in your new home?” she said reaching to pick her up. Jenny didn’t say anything, at first, she moved away from the giant’s touch. But then she remembered that there was no other place to go inside that white barred prison that was her crib. She just lowered her head in submission, and let Mommy pick her up by her armpits. The giant woman laid her down on the changing table, and, like she did with Melody, she started changing her pee-soaked diaper. After that, she sat down on the chair, with Jenny face down on her lap. Jenny knew where this was going. “Why the spanking? I didn’t do anything!” she protested. Mommy smiled above her “In this house littles always receive their morning spanking. It helps to remind you that you are under my care and must do what I tell you. It is a common custom here in Catalon. Now stop asking question and take your spankie like a good girl” She answered, landing the first slap. THWAT! THWAT! THWAT…. Jenny started crying. Not for the pain, the spanking was not that painful. It was just not fair that Mommy could decide to do this to her just because she said so. And this thing was going to be every morning! But aside from the pain and humiliation, the little girl was feeling something else. She couldn’t explain it, but as each blow landed, she experienced large waves of pleasure radiating from her crotch and bottom. After four blows she could feel her puss had become so wet the diaper was growing soaked with her juices. What was happening? She had never enjoyed things like that! She found herself arching her back, moaning and waiting for the next smack to bring her closer to de edge. “fifteen… ohh that’s soo good…. Seventeen… come on come on come on I’M SO CLOSE!” But after the twentieth slap, Mommy stopped, turning Jenny on her back. The little girl’s face was red, her breathing was raspy, her pupils dilated because of the excitement, she was aimlessly kicking her legs in frustration of once again being denied release, she was so close this time! “Now thank me for reminding you what’s your place and teaching you how to be a proper little girl” Mommy said as she lifted her, keeping her face height and looking at her with those frightening and beautiful eyes. “Thank you Mommy for reminding me my place and turning me into a proper little girl!” Jenny repeated passionately “And…” she didn’t want to ask. That woman had diapered her, put a collar on her, shocked her, made her shit and piss herself and forced her to stay in her own waste…But she was so close this time “Just this once… I’ve already sunken this low…what’s a little step more?” “Please Mommy, I think I didn’t learn my place, spank me more please!” she begged laying in her arms, squirming spreading and closing her legs to maintain that pleasant tingling in her clit. She could feel her powerful hands cradling her bottom and her little head and neck, she wanted those hands to spank her mercilessly. The woman deviously smiled. “My precious pet Trixie loves her spankies, doesn’t she? Mommy will give you more if you behave, little girl” she said lowering Jenny on the nursery’s floor, then she picked Melody up from her crib and led the two babied women downstairs. Breakfast was a relaxed affair. Jenny ate some bottle milk and a bowl filled with little bananas and peaches cut in slices from her highchair while she watched Melody nurse from Mommy’s boobs as the giant woman was sipping some coffee. When they finished eating, Mommy brought the two littles in the living room. The house was deserted, Samantha must have gone to school – Jenny thought as she followed the giant woman. Mommy sat on the huge white couch, picked Melody up and started cuddling and kissing her forehead and tummy. “Who’s my little honeypot? Who is it? You’re my little honeypot! Mhh you’re so sweet I could eat you up!” The little girl mildly squirmed in her arms, giggling, still dazed from drinking the Amazon’s milk. In her face was a look of extreme embarrassment but also a strange tint of happiness. As degrading as they were, she was enjoying Mommy’s cuddles. Jenny stood in front of them, watching. She was disgusted by the scene she was witnessing, but also very scared that she had begged that woman to spank her to orgasm just half-hour ago. How was that possible? She had never been attracted by those things, she considered herself a dominant woman, one of those who knew what they wanted and weren’t afraid to take it. How could she have possibly changed so much in so little time? Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Mommy saying “… and now your big sister will entertain us with some games!” The woman locked her scary eyes on Jenny. “Now baby Trixie I want you to sit down.” She commanded. Jenny was confused, but she had now learned that objection meant punishment, with a loud crinkling sound she immediately sat down on her diapered bottom. “Good girl!” praised the woman, “Now roll over!” she said, pointing her finger towards Jenny and rotating it clockwise. WHAT?! THAT BITCH WAS TRYING TO TRAIN HER LIKE SHE WAS SOME KIND OF A DOG! Jenny’s face reddened “NO WAY! I’ve let you diaper me, spank me, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let you turn me into your fucking pet!” she screamed outraged. Silence fell in the living room for something like five seconds. Jenny’s heart was pounding inside her little chest. No, this time she wouldn’t have surrendered! Mommy just smiled, lowering the now upset Melody on the floor, then came forward to the now trembling Jenny. …. Back and forth, back and forth. Jenny’s tear-streaked face was pale, she was nauseous. The swinging movement had continued for half an hour and never seemed to stop. She could feel the sticky mess from the enema filling her diaper, squelching and spreading with each swing. The hard wooden surface pressing the filth to her reddened skin. She had tried to move, but her arms and legs were immobilized. She was sitting on a giant rocking horse, her arms and ankles strapped to the sides of it. Each swing lifted her backside from the horse, and then painfully smacked her bottom when she landed on the fake saddle. But this time there was no pleasure, just endless pain. She would have screamed with each smack, but her mouth was stuffed with the pacifier gag. Mommy had pumped it so much her jaw ached. Therefore the only sound that came out of her were low muffled screams, as the rocking continued. Beside her torture seat, Mommy was sitting on the couch, she was typing something on her computer, absently keeping the horse rocking with her foot while she was throwing a little plastic ball to the drooling Melody, who, crawling in her massive diaper, went to fetch it each time. Melody’s face was red, she was sweating because of the continuous exercise Mommy was compelling her to do. Throw and fetch, throw and fetch. It went on for almost an hour, while Jenny kept rocking that awful horse. When the hour had passed, Mommy went to give Melody a bath, and left the quivering Jenny locked to the wicked instrument. The little girl remained still for another fifteen minutes, searing pain coming from her bottom, the stench of her full diaper starting to really get to her nostrils. When Mommy returned, she deposited the now lavender-reeking Melody inside the playpen, then she unstrapped Jenny from the horse. “Now baby are you ready to behave? Or else Mommy will have to use more severe punishment. We can’t have an untrained pet in our house now do we? So what it’s gonna be?” she said looking at her with her merciless golden eyes. Still sobbing, Jenny nodded her head in submission. Every resistance was futile against that woman, and she would have taken away her teeth or her ability to walk if she didn’t obey her. “Good Trixie” , she said firmly kissing the little girl on her forehead, then rocking her on her shoulder. “You have to understand this is for your own good. The world outside is not made for tiny and fragile creatures like you..” The poor girl was then set on the floor and forced to perform any sort of tricks for her Amazon mother. She made her roll over, beg on her knees, display her diapered bottom… when the whole thing ended Jenny had no more tears left, the humiliation was unbearable. After the horrible show, Mommy deflated Jenny’s pacifier. Her resistance was crushed, she had been degraded to a point that had never seen reachable, but now she understood fully. Jenny dropped on her knees, red-eyed and with snot running from her nose. “I-I’ll be your baby! I’m yours! I’ll do everything you say, just, please don’t punish me anymore!” Mommy picked up Jenny once again “Very good Trixie. I think despite your naughty behaviour you need a reward. It will show you how much better is to just do what Mommy says…” she said sitting on the sofa, the little girl face up on her lap. She started stroking Jenny’s diapered crotch with her giant fingers. Jenny let out a long moan of pleasure, this time she could feel it! The blissful sensation started to build up as the little girl twitched in her Mommy’s arms. “Yeas, please more!” she said arching her back, trying to thrust her pelvis against the Amazon’s hand. “Shush baby” punctuated the woman popping the pacifier inside Jenny’s mouth and inflating it once again. “Mommy knows best how to do.” Jenny felt again degraded and humiliated, but this time it didn’t stop her from getting even more excited by the situation. “Mhhhp Mhhhpp Mhhh….” She vocalized, sucking hard on her enlarged pacifier, imagining she was choking on a giant cock. “Oh.. my little girl is horny huh? Mommy can fix that. Are you my horny little pet?” “Mhhhhphhhhhh!” the little girl vocalized, looking her dominator in the eyes and twitching even more in her giant lap. Mommy’s strokes were getting faster and harder by the second, Jenny could feel the moist in her pussy soaking up the already well used diaper, she was so close! She needed just a little more! “Don’t you dare climax without my permission Trixie. Or I’ll swear I’ll lock you in diapers so thick you won’t be able to cum ever again” Mommy said threateningly. Fear gripped Jenny as she slowed her pace and steadied her breathing. She was ready. The little girl was panting, her sexual excitement on the edge, looking at her mistress eyes and waiting for her permission to find release. “Please don’t deceive me, you promised a reward, let me finish! Please have mercy on me!”. Mommy’s lips moved “Ok Trixie, you can cum for Mommy”, she said pressing hard the wet padding pf the diaper against Jenny’s spasming twat. The little girl let out a long moan muffled by the pacifier. The tension in her whole body raising, her muscles contracting, flashing light dancing in front of her shut eyes as she was rocked into a bone-shattering orgasm. …Then, as it came, the stress faded, leaving the girl wheezing and limp in her Mommy’s arms. Jenny laid there for ten minutes. The woman deflated the pacifier to ease her gasping baby’s breathing, and soothingly cradled her little head in her arms. A few meters away, Melody was witnessing the scene with a mixture of envy and desire. It wasn’t fair! Mommy had never let her do anything like that! She insisted in keeping her like a full-fledged baby. Oh, what would have Melody given to be treated as a pet like Trixie! Jenny for her part, was in heaven. She felt light as a feather, her eyes closed, her forehead caressed by Mommy’s hands. But as it passed, the blissful sensation was replaced by a sense of unacceptable shame. Jenny felt the mess inside her diaper, she heard the jingling of the tag attached to her collar, and she remembered she was just a plaything to that gorgeous woman. A pet to diaper, torture and pleasure at her will. The best thing she could expect was to earn her mercy so that she would have let her cum again one of the next days. That was her highest expectation. Jenny felt repelled at that thought, and rage and envy filled her heart once again. The little girl’s eyes flooded back with tears. “It’s not right!” she wailed jealously to the smiling Amazon above her “You have everything in your life! I was just like you! I was a winner! I had the whole world at my feet and I was just getting started! Why did this happen to me…” “My sweet Trixie” Mommy spoke calmly, “You have never been a winner. You spent five years to get a degree that only took three years to the other students. And that with your father’s connections to ease your way through your exams. You have spent all your studying years wasting your parent’s money in parties, dresses and futile expenses, weighting on your family’s finances. And don’t even get me started about the people you have met during your life. You’ve always been seen like a presumptuous bitch by all your so called “girlfriends”, and your actual boyfriend was cheating you with one of them…” The expression on Jenny’s face turned from one of rage to one of shock and surprise. “What?” Mommy continued “Didn’t you realize we were doing background checks on the people we were kidnapping? We only choose the most suitable, immature littles, and I personally chose you” - she punctuated booping the little girl’s nose with her giant finger - “For being my cute diapered baby pet. You’re so much better at this than anything you’ve tried in your whole life, you’re made for this. And it’s time for you to fully accept it.” Jenny’s world shattered around her. With few simple words that woman had managed to annihilate what was left of her self confidence and pride. She was right. Thinking back, she had always been a failure at everything. She was nothing compared to the goddess who was sitting above her, holding her in her arms. That woman owned her house and a perfect lifestyle while Jenny for her part didn’t even own the soiled diaper wrapped around her waist. Again, confronted with that overwhelming superiority that her “mother” was radiating, Jenny couldn’t do anything but cry in self-pity. Mommy had every right to own her, and she had to gratefully submit to that creature who was so much stronger, smarter and beautiful than she was. Mommy let her little girl cry for another bit, it was important for her to learn her place and be convinced that she deserved it. Then, she produced a large bottle of milk and stuck it inside Jenny’s mouth. The little girl let out some faint groan of protest, but she almost immediately accepted the drink her unyielding mother was imposing on her. After giving her two babies their bottles, Mommy deposited Jenny inside the crib with her sister too keep her out of trouble while she went upstairs. The two diapered littles remained silent for a bit. Melody was eyeing her big sister enviously, but dared not to speak, she didn’t want to worsen the situation. Jenny for her part was still sniffling, overwhelmed by the recent revelations and didn’t even notice the look her little sister was giving her. When Mommy came back downstairs, she was dressed in an elegant pair of white trousers and a black shirt. Approaching the playpen, she scooped Melody up and brought her upstairs, leaving Jenny alone in the room. When they returned Melody had a clean diaper on her and was dressed in a short light green sundress that barely covered her diapered bottom. After changing Jenny’s soiled diaper Mommy pulled out a stroller from one of the adjacent rooms and safely strapped Melody in. Jenny’s mind was once again racing “She’s taking us outside? But the stroller is just for Melody, she sure doesn’t intend to carry me around, does she?!” she thought watching her baby sister kick her little legs aimlessly inside the stroller, the straps locked together at her crotch’s height, lifting her sundress and leaving her diaper for everyone to see. But she could have never imagined what she was in for, when she turned around and saw Mommy coming towards her, holding in her hands something that terribly resembled a pink baby harness with a leash attached to it. “Ok, baby Trixie, let’s go for a walk!” she cooed.

Meet Alice. An 19 years old college girl who, recently has been having some troubles with a slightly leaky bladder. Regular bathroom trips have frustratingly become the norm for her in recent times, as well as frequent sudden urges to go. Which when you're often stuck in a 90 minute class can be a problem.... The last thing she ever expected at her age was to be worried about peeing herself in class, it's the sort of thing she would of happily teased someone other unfortunate student for, but the reality is that the cute college chick now finds herself terrified that with her seemingly misbehaving bladder, she might end up doing what in her mind, would probably totally destroy her all so-important social life. Yesterday was the final straw. She had struggled with every fibre in her body to hold it until the end of class, trying desperately hard not to make her predicament obvious to the rest of her class, as she fought against her throbbing weak bladder. The only way she held it was to constantly remind herself of just how much it would ruin her life if she peed herself in front of everyone. Alice hated History any way, she didn't even know why she picked it. That stupid teacher Mr Slater would never let her leave from the moment the class started. Perhaps because of his perceived perception of her as being one of the more rebellious students in his class, which to be fair to him was probably justified. It was seemingly his way of trying to teach her some much needed discipline... The second her class was dismissed Alice literally ran down the hallway, barging past people. There were a few chuckles as some students noticed the pretty girl clutching between her legs. Eventually she made it into the girls toilets where she charged into one of the cubicles, however before she could even lock the door, or pull down her panties, her baby-like bladder decided to let go...... She stood frozen on the spot only a mere few inches away from the toilet , as if to add insult to injury, as she helplessly let out a huge gasp which was followed by a torrent of uncontrollable pee which gushed out from beneath her pleated skirt, quickly forming a large puddle which spread outside of the cubicle She felt like an embarrassed, un-potty trained child as the reality of what she had done set in, causing her make-up covered cheeks to instantly burn red. The puddle was huge, and there would be no mistaking what it was if someone came in and saw her stood there.. "No no no this can't be fucking happening" shouted the distraught girl as she looked at what she'd done, completely oblivious that she wasn't alone.... She soon heard some giggles from the stall next to her.....her heart instantly skipped a beat as a feeling of dread rushed through her....... In her desperate rush she couldn't believe she hadn't noticed there was someone in the next stall..... Whoever was in there obviously knew about Alice's accident. To be fair no one could of missed the sound of her pee hitting the floor though. It had been like someone putting a tap on full power and left it running for about 20 seconds... Looking down Alice almost died when she saw her accident had crept under the partition wall and into the cubicle the other girl was in...... Knowing now that the girl could potentially ruin her if she knew who she was, Alice, in a complete panic thought hard about what to do. Then she heard a voice.... "Oh dear looks like someone needs some pampers, did Mommy not put one on you this morning little one?" came the condescending voice of the laughing girl Alice fought hard to hold back the tears in her eyes.... Judging by the horrible rough voice the cruel words had been spoken in, Alice thought she recognised the voice as a girl called Lisa Phillips. This was bad news. She was a rather large girl known not to be backward in coming forward. Probably something to do with her own shortcomings, she wasn't afraid to try and bring other people down if she had a chance. If she found out it was Alice, she knew news of her accident would be common knowledge by tomorrow morning.... She decided that she now had two options.. 1. Wait it out until Lisa leaves and hope to god she doesn't wait for her outside or go and get her friends..... which knowing her would probably be extremely wishful thinking... Or 2. Just grab her bag and get the hell out of there before Lisa has a chance to come out of the cubicle and see her..... A concerned Alice examined her skirt realising to her surprise it was pretty much dry, and her shoes had also avoided being soaked. Visually she felt relieved there were actually no signs of her having just peed herself. She knew her expensive blue Victoria's Secret panties were obviously completely soaked, but no one need ever to know about that. She would just stick them straight in the washing machine when she got home. Suddenly, panic set in...........as she heard a click from the stall next to her. Meaning the cubicle door had been unlocked......... Without any time to think, Alice knew she had to act quickly. She grabbed her bag, swung the cubicle door open and ran, with her hands on her head to cover her face.... She bolted for the exit door trying to catch Lisa by surprise, who hadn't expected her to quickly run away. She managed to catch a glimpse of the running Alice from the side and back as she saw her dash for the door, with the girls hands trying to cover her face and her dark brunette coloured hair flying all over the place.... Alice quickly made herself disappear into the crowds, as the toilets were fortunately situated right by the college main entrance, and thankfully it was now home time, meaning what looked like half the college were either stood waiting for friends or headed home for the day.... Lisa charged out of the toilets hoping to get a better look at who the panty pisser was but felt disappointed to be met with nothing but crowds of students walking about.... The question is, did she, or did she not get a good enough look to know which college girl had just had a little pee pee accident?

Today I went to our local area ABDL munch and after leaving the munch to head home, I realized I needed to pee after I got on the road. I've tried many times in the past to wet my diaper while driving and even at traffic lights while waiting for them to turn green and haven't ever had much success in the past, unless I was parked. I was wearing a fairly well used Abena Abri-Form Premium XL4 for the first time in public since I had my surgery in late October (pressure of the diaper would cause a lot of pain in that area, early on). Although I had to concentrate on releasing my bladder while also navigating the road and encountering bumps on the road, I found I was successful in voiding my bladder during the trip home. Most of the trip I was "edging" (if that term can be used in regards to peeing). I mean that I was on the verge of release and could feel it right there but it wouldn't flow. While on the edge a little push got things flowing for an ounce or two at a time, until the road vibration caused me to tense a bit. I'm marking 12/1/2019 as the first day I have ever been able to pee in a moving vehicle under my own control. I don't know if this means that I'm becoming more accustomed to using a diaper in unusual places or if it's a sign of progression of some condition (OAB, Urge Incontinence) or simply successful conditioning.

Santa has a very important job to do every year. As do most of the elves. But did you know, there are a special few elves that have an even more important job? their job is to take someone from the naughty list and move them to the nice list. By using Christmas magic, 10 special elves pick a naughty child and do their best to make them good. Not all are successful, but most elves can help turn a few naughty children into good little boys and girls. But there is one special elf who is unlike the rest. She doesn’t pick young naughty children, she picks the older ones. and she makes sure they are VERY good. Tonya ********* 17 years old. Naughty list. Stolen money from family. caught drinking. Caught smoking weed. Failing school. Harassing classmates. Vandalized. Arrested for sexual harassment. The elf could only smile as she read the list. She was going to have so much fun this year. 12/24/xx Tonya was pissed as she stormed into her room as her parents left. She was getting nothing for Christmas besides a lecture and a warning from her father that if she didn’t shape up by this time next year, Tonya would be kicked out. But why should she care? she will be 18 next year. she’ll just get her own place! Find some guy with a lot of money so she can do whatever she wanted whenever she wanted! “Oh, how will you afford to get a place?” a woman’s voice asked. Tonya jumped and spun around to see a woman in a sexy elf’s costume sitting on her bed!. “Who the hell are you!” Tonya screamed as she saw the stranger in her room. “Get out! I'm calling the cops!” “Now aren’t you such a Scrooge. Is that any way to treat your new elf friend?” the woman asked with a sly smile on her face. Tonya scrambled to grab her phone to dial 911, but as soon as she had it in her hands and pressed a button, she realized it was now a baby’s toy phone! “What’s going on!” Tonya screamed as she tossed the phone and ran to her door which was somehow locked. “Now now Scroogey, I think it's time to settle down. We have a big night ahead of us and I don’t want you tired too fast.” the elf says as she gets up from the bed. “Stay back! I’m warning you! I’ll kick your ass!” Tonya yells as she gets into a fighting position. “What a potty mouth on you!” the elf said in a fake surprise. “But such big words coming from such a brat.” The elf waved her hand as the power of Christmas magic began to surround Tonya. Striping her of her normal clothes and replacing them. “Now don’t you look so much cuter like that?” the elf said with a smile as Tonya looked at herself in a mirror and screamed. She was wearing a cute red dress with white trimmings, mary jane shoes, a red Santa hat, and an oversized diaper! “What did you do!” Tonya screamed. “Oh, just helping a naughty girl become a good girl.” the elf says as she suddenly grabbed Tonya. “I’ll see you when you get back.” With that, the door flew open and the elf tossed Tonya threw the door before she could ask any questions. ****** Tonya’s butt landed in a soft patch of snow as she frantically looked around. Wondering how she got outside! She scrambled up and did her best to try to pull the dress down to hide the diaper she was wearing. “Where the hell am I!” Tonya asked herself. “Your wright here!” a little voice said with a giggle as Tonya spun around to see a little boy in an elf outfit, but was wearing a diaper as well. “Who are you! What’s going on!” Tonya asked frantically. “I’m the Christmas spirit of the bast!” the boy said with a lisp and smile. “And your here to swee something!” “W-wait, is this like that one movie? Um, Christmas whatever?” Tonya asked. “Does this mean if I learn some type of lesion things will go back to normal?” But the boy wasn’t listening as he was already looking into the window of some house with a for sale sign out front. As tonya looked inside, she could see her old house from when she was 7. This was the last Christmas she would have in this house. It was a nice large house that her dad was able to afford because he had a great job. That is until the business went under and the owner skipped town without paying his employees. Up until a few minutes before, her dad was able to spoil her rotten and get her anything she wanted. But the sudden loss of work and other financial troubles, her dad couldn’t afford her Christmas list. Tonya looked inside as she saw the 7-year-old version of her screaming and throwing a tantrum on the floor. During the tantrum, she had somehow kicked off her pants and showed off the night time diaper she had to wear due to being a bedwetter till the age of 9. “All thwat because you didn’t get a doll?” the elf boy asked. “I-i may have overreacted a bit,” Tonya said as her face grew red with embarrassment at the sight she saw of her old self. “B-but I've gotten better! I don’t throw tantrums!” “No, you just get into lots and lots of twouble.” the Elf boy told her. She wanted to speak up and deny that, but she honestly couldn’t. “Ok, you done here. Time for next one!” the elf boy shouted a door appeared. “Wait next one?” Tonya asked as she was suddenly being pushed by the surprisingly strong little boy pushing on her diaper threw the door. ***************** Tonya was now in the middle of a mall as she froze in fear and was about to freak out! So many people were around her! So many people could see her diaper! She immediately jumped behind a rack of clothes as she tried her best to hide. “Don't be a silly baby. No one here can see you.” a stern woman said as she grabbed Tonya and smacked her diaper bottom! “Ow! Hey!” Tonya shouted as she turned to face the woman but soon began to cower. The woman was tall and muscular, making Tonya look small and meek in comparison. “I am the spirit of Christmas present. It is my job to show you what your actions have caused.” the large woman said as she grabbed Tonya’s hand and dragging her threw the store like a disobedient child. Thankfully the woman was right as no one seemed to notice the teen wearing a short dress and a diaper. They walked until they reached a weird-looking store. “See anyone familiar?” the woman asked. Tonya looked around for a moment and then spotted her parents. Why were they here? “Are you sure this is the right thing to do?” Dad asked. “Isn’t there another way?” “We’ve tried everything.” mom said angrily as she looked at the shelves. “Talking, grounding, therapy, religion, nothing works on her! If what that woman said is true thin this is what she needs.” “But...this? Come on. We can't…” dad began to say before mom spun around with a large paddle in her hand. “Just last year after you got your promotion she stole your credit card and tried to buy a car! Saying she deserved it because you now had more money!” Dad stared at mom for a long moment before joining mom in their shopping. “Don't forget we need to get the baby powder as well.” Dad reminded her. “W-wait, what do they mean by that!” Tonya asked. “And what's that paddle for!” “What do you think!” the woman yelled as she swats Tonya’s diaper again! “You've been such a little terror that they are planning on putting you back in diapers were you belong! Maybe this time they can raise you right!” “No! Nonono! This can't happen! They can't do this!” Tonya yelled. “You reap what you sow.” the woman tells her before grabbing tonya again and pulled her to another door and tossing her inside. ********** This time, Tonya was thrown right into a large man before falling back on her padded bottom. As she looked up, she felt more like a baby them before as the man towered over her. His stern face staring down at her. “A-a-are y-you t-the spirit of C-Christmas future?” tonya asked, but the mad didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned and let Tonya look into what looked like her living room. “Deer? How's the dinner coming along?” mom yelled from the couch as she folded clothes. “I’m almost done. Has she been fed and laid down yet?” dad yelled back. “Not yet, just finishing the laundry now. Can you get a bottle ready?” mom asked. “Sweety! Come to mommy!” Suddenly Tonya screamed at what she saw! A slightly older version of Tonya came running into the living room wearing a bright pink onesie and a large diaper! “That’s not me! That’s not me!” tonya screamed as she saw herself happily bounce up and down right next to mom as she suckled on a pacifier. “You ready for your baba?” mom asked as baby tonya nodded happily. Then tonya stopped bouncing. A strange look came across her face as she began to squat. “NONONONONONONO!” tonya screamed as she watched herself begin to fill her diaper right in front of herself! “Aww, is my sweet girl filling her pants?” Dad asked as he came into the room with a bottle. “Good girl!” Baby tonya had a happy look of relief as she finished using her diaper before she saw her baba. “Mine!” tonya said as she grabbed the bottle and sat down in her messy diaper! “Such a good girl” mom said with a smile. “Such a stinky girl.” dad said with a laugh as he fanned his face. “NO! PLEASE NO!” Tonya screamed as she grabbed the man. “PLEASE ILL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE DON'T LET ME BECOME THIS!” “Don't be a sad baby.” the man tells her. “You'll get your baba soon as well.” “NO!” Tonya screamed! ********** Suddenly, Tonya was back in her room with the sexy elf right in front of her. “I’m sorry! I promise ill be good!” Tonya yelled as she grabbed the elf. “Oh I'm so happy to hear you say that!” the elf tells her with a large smile. “I was a little worried you would be a bad baby girl for your mommy and daddy.” “W-what?” Tonya asked confused. “What do you mean? I thought you were showing me my future if I didn’t change my ways?” “Oh! Like a Christmas carol?” the elf asked. “I love that story! But no, it’s too late for you.” “W-what do you mean? Then what was that for!” Tonya yelled. “To keep you busy while I fixed up your room!” the sexy elf said with a smile as tonya began to look around. Her room had become a complete nursery! Before Tonya could scream again, the elf used her Christmas magic to put tonya in locking mittens, booties, and with a pacifier strapped to her head! “You were such a naughty girl, that you don’t deserve to be a big girl. The only thing you deserve is that nice diaper your wearing.” the elf said as she easily picked Tonya up and strapped her to a changing table with the diaper pointed in the air. “It didn’t even take much magic to convince your mommy and daddy to go along with this plan. “Mhmm!” tonya yelled behind her pacifier. “Don't worry sweety, your mommy and daddy will be back soon. And when they do, they will have a bunch of presents for you! Now, why don’t you get your present for them ready.” With just a little more magic, Tonya began screaming again as both her bladder and bowels began to strain for reliance! “Tonya? Tonya?” dad asked as the door opened. Their both mom and dad were surprised to see their diapered daughter alone in the room as she began to fill her diaper! “Aww, look. That woman was right, Tonya did make us a present.” Dad said with a smile. “Well then, she gave us her present, let’s give the baby girl she presents as well.” mom said with a smile as she held up a large wooden paddle with Tonya’s name engraved into it. As her parents grew closer, Tonya tried to let out muffled pleads but they went on deff ears. The elf smiled as she stood in the doorway and watched as the naughty baby got her full diaper spanked. She knew by this time next year, with almost daily spankings, she would become a good baby girl for her mommy and daddy. “I love making naughty kids into good babies.” the elf said with a smile on her face. “Have a merry Christmas babies! And you better be good, or I might just visit you.” ***************************** sorry for the lack of updates. its just very hard to keep you all updated on my life. good news, i may be getting a job soon. which means ill be coming back to writing! ^.^

Hmmm

I really enjoy how you managed to create a bit of a justification for the Hypno's behavior. The choice is pretty interesting. What will he chose?

I haven't gotten sick at thanksgiving but Halloween and October being my favorite season I missed lots of trips to haunted houses and other fun things because I'd start mild drippy nose and intermittent extremely mild coughing every October. Not even a headache normally which I always developed when actually sick and my parents wouldn't pull me from school but wouldn't let me stuff outside of because I get sicker or infect people? I got to take my sister to Halloween things though because by then I'd gotten my parents to realize the pattern too and I was suffering probably some sort of seasonal allergies. My dad went off in spring like a sneeze geyser if he wasn't taking allergy meds all season so you would have thought he would have believed me about the "cold" being a fall allergy thing in me but he never did. Silly man

Poor ella.

She's actually my girlfriend. And I can 100 percent attest that she has a lot going on. Her job took up a ton of her time and made it extremely hard to write. I promise you she's coming back at some point, once things settle down at her job!

That was a very sad chapter :( I hope things get better soon

I look forward to the reunion but I wonder if anyone will really sleep well that night

I like the reaction and am glad the clinic was more understanding and willing to listen.

Oh my God my heart goes out to Ella and Jamie

Poor Ella. I hope they don't force to return Sent from my Nokia 3.1 Plus using Tapatalk

I am glad to hear that. Thank you for the update

I gotta get those cameras you planted out of my house.

I love the way you end chapters, there always very cliffhangery!

I know, right? But what does Ella want? I’m still figuring it out.

The next morning I woke to the smells of something cooking. I looked over and saw that Janet was up. It must be her. I padded out into the kitchen and found her at the stove. “Bacon and Eggs?” she asked. “Sure.” I noticed she had started the coffee, and I poured myself a cup. “Last night was wonderful,” I added. “I’m glad you liked it.” After breakfast, I stood and pushed out my usual morning bowel movement. I noticed her watching. “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have done that in front of you.” “It’s OK. So you never use a toilet?” “Nope. I’ve been that way for a while now even before I came down here and got into Teddy mode.” I went off to change, shower, and dress. I came out and found she had changed back into he business suit. “I’ve got that meeting with the charity lady,” she explained. We found our way to the woman’s house. It was a bit grander than mine. Jim Moss was waiting outside, and Janet decided it would be best if she met with the woman alone. So Jim and I stood on the porch. “I talked to Arturo yesterday. He says he is progressing on the statue,” I said. “Yes, I was meeting with the city government about the site. Arturo did these sketches.” He held them out to me. There was a picture of the statue standing with the arm outstretched. I could see Duval street spreading out in the background as if Teddy was directing something down the road. “We’re going to set a date for the dedication soon. It will be officially Teddy Moore day.” “Now, there’s a party that Teddy could get into.” “He loved to organize events.” “Yeah, I’m learning that. I’m working on the 10K coming up. I’ve gone through Teddy’s documentation of previous years. It’s pretty meticulous. I guess that’s his computer genius applied. After a bit, Janet popped outside. “We’d like you to come in now.” Jim and I entered. The elderly woman shook Jim’s hand and got a unique smile on her face when she saw me. Janet had answered the legal questions. She had some financial questions to ask of me, and I did the best I could. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, and the meeting was winding down. “Could Mr. Moore stay a few minutes. I want to ask him a few questions in private.” Janet and I looked at each other. Jim Moss immediately spoke up. “Of course, Ms. Green and I will wait outside.” The two excused themselves. The woman leaned forward and spoke softly. “I’ve seen you out and about. I remember your Uncle Teddy as well.” I nodded. Everybody knew Teddy. She leaned even closer. “Am I right to understand that you wear diapers by choice?” There she had it. “Yes. I have worn diapers just because I like to for a long time. When I moved down here and learned about Teddy, it didn’t take long to follow his lead.” She leaned back a bit, and I thought that might be the end of the conversation, but she was gathering up the hem of her skirt to reveal that she was wearing a diaper. “See, I wear them, too. Not because I have a choice. The problems of growing old. But I do get some choice in what I wear. I love these because they make me feel young again.” I looked down and saw that they did have a very juvenile print on them. She dropped her skirt down. “I don’t tell anybody about this. But I thought you would understand.” “I do. And I like different styles as well. Mostly these days I wear cloth diapers. My friend Ivy runs a diaper service and does mine as well as the baby diapers. She’s very discrete. I can have her talk to you if you are interested.” “I might be.” We chatted a bit more, and I bid her goodbye. Janet and Jim were talking out on the street, and I went to meet up with them. “Anything we should know about?” Janet asked. “No, unrelated to the charity. She just had some personal things to discuss with me. Private.” Jim said his goodbyes, and I asked Janet what was next. “Let’s go back to the house. I want to ditch this suit, and you probably need a change and to pick up your diaper bag so we can go out again.” That sounded good to me.

Lol. Good story. I feel like it could've been better with more self-aware humor like this line, but that's just me. Still, glad to see you're back in action.

Chapter XXXVIII "How about this one?" The dress was beyond cute, soft and ruffled with little lights stitched into the skirt that lit up as Cora demonstrated. "Maybe electricity and my little wet princess shouldn't mix, though?" Cora teased happily, laughing a little in the nicest most positively spirited way. "What's that you've got?" I pouted. Just because I had agreed to play dress up didn't mean that I liked wetting myself! In fact, it was one of the weirdest things I had ever done. Weirder still, I was getting used to it... "Uh, this is a skirt, but it has straps like overalls? Is it cute?" I honestly had no idea what was "cute" and what wasn't. It all looked ridiculous to me... "That is absolutely darling, darling." Cora picked it up, held it against Natalie, and nodded her head. "You have to try this one on, for certain." It was weird how things were turning out, because out of all the traits Cora had expected Natalie to have, this level of maturity was nowhere near the top. At the same time, her maturity had been the thing that made it easier for her to accept losing her adult freedoms and embracing being a little baby. Mr. Gladstone wouldn't approve, Cora knew, but in so many ways this was better. Snap-crotch onesies. Fluffy dresses. Shirts with blocks and teddy bears. Everything Cora picked out was overwhelmingly childish. But I already wore this stuff to work; might as well wear it all the time, right? Then she picked out a pacifier and held it up to me, showing the starry decorations. "Perfect for bedtime!" "Seriously?" I muttered. "Oh come on, darling, it'll be cute! You can stay up and watch TV with me and Sam, and suck on your binkie until your eyes get too heavy to stay open, won't that be the cutest thing? And then Mr. Gladstone can carry you to bed in his big strong arms." Cora was on cloud nine. I let out a sigh of exhaustion. It felt like Cora was a kid and this was a candy store. In a way, it was. She wanted so badly to take care of me, and I wanted so badly to let her. But did it have to be with all this stupid baby stuff? I crossed my arms and looked down at my feet. "One pacifier," I relented. "Two," she shot back. "I don't need two," I told her. "I don't even need one." "But you don't make the decisions." I opened my mouth to argue, but my words caught in my throat. Her stupid trump card... "Fine..." "There's a good girl." Cora hoped that one day she wouldn't need to play that move, and with the progression Natalie was undertaking at the moment it seemed more than likely that she'd get her wish. "You pick one, and I'll pick one, and if you're a good girl and take it seriously, I'll promise not to buy you anymore without you being here with me, deal?" I gave Cora a look of annoyance, and stepped up to the display. There were bins upon bins of pacifiers. Like, hundreds! And though they all had different colors and shapes, they all seemed to have the same oversized nipple. I would have been more surprised if I hadn't been stuck in oversized baby clothes for the better part of a week. I fished through the bin, staring at each pacifier, one at a time. Too blue. Too pink. I didn't even know who that cartoon character was? Within a few minutes, I was shifting intently through the bins, looking for the perfect pacifier. Her look of annoyance gave way to focus, focus to curiosity, curiosity to fixation and fascination, and soon Cora wasn't even there by her side. She'd probably pick something with Shortcake on it, Cora mused, but then again her little girl had been known to surprise her. Like, for example, Cora had no idea how Natalie was going to approach this topic with Sam. In the end, I found a pacifier I well and truly loved. The guard was purple and the button had a plaid design. It had the shape of butterfly wings and sparkled under the lights of the store. Plus, it was one of the less childish options! I turned around with excitement to show Cora, but she wasn't there. I blinked in surprise and wandered around the store, only to find her on the far side, along the wall of training pants. I remembered standing here last weekend. How I hated it. How I fought tooth and nail to get out of this stupid place. That was only five days ago... "Oh my heavens, Natalie, what a perfect choice. Do you have an outfit in mind to go with it?" Coordination was important, after all, and Cora asked that question so seamlessly that Natalie might not even question the fact that a supposedly night time item didn't rightly need matching day outfits unless she was intended to use it more often than that. "Huh...? Oh... um..." I looked at the wall of training panties, lost in thought. All this was happening so fast. So much had changed in the month since I'd moved in. And now, I was buying a pacifier at some adult baby shop? I felt my heart race. "I... I dunno if I can do this..." "I know you don't, darling." Cora was calm, serene, and patient. Her words came simply, like nothing scared her at all, like nothing could stop her. Conversely to that, Natalie was frightened of everything, and Cora knew she just needed to remember that. "You don't know too much of anything, because everything is so scary. You remember that, don't you? What it's like without me to make your decisions, what it's like to be a big girl? So much can go wrong at any given moment, and you're just not.... cut out, for that. And for most people that would mean a life of fear and pain, but for you..." She put her hand in her daughter’s, smiled warm, and tilted her head. "You have me to keep you safe." I looked up at Cora as tears filled my eyes. She was right. I was scared. So much was changing. So much was different. Not just my underwear, or my clothes. Sam and I were different too. But if I tried to make everything better all on my own, I would just make everything worse. So I swallowed my pride and nodded my head. Without Cora, my world would fall apart... ---------------- Like & Comment! Please consider supporting us on Patreon! Thank you for reading!

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Chapter 50 “Why are we stopping,” Jamie asked as Manda pulled into a parking space in front of the charity store. They could drop off her items around back at the loading dock. “To see if there’s anything cool or that we need for our apartment.” Jamie kind of liked when she said it that way. ‘Our apartment’. He had furnished his first apartment largely through thrift stores and estate sales. Amanda got Jamie out and hefted the box from the trunk, reminding Jamie to stay next to her through the parking lot. Not that he didn’t know to be careful but that he was small and easy for a driver to not see. She preferred to hold his hand. “Are we looking for anything in particular,” he asked. “Not really. Kitchen utensils. Maybe some things for you.” “Like what?” He really was no good at shopping or even thinking of what he might need or want beyond the basics. “Toys, silly. Books. Things like that.” She took the box to the counter and got a receipt from the person working there, and the two of them started down aisles with Manda holding a shopping basket. “Kinda fun hunting for bargains,” Manda said as she sorted through a wire basket filled with assorted kitchen utensils. “O yeah,” she said, “we are definitely going to need a pizza cutter and an ice cream scoop.” Jamie looked at his belly. He wasn’t quite as fit as he was in the year after he arrived. “I grew up shopping at places like these. We couldn’t afford most regular stores,” he told her. He didn’t mean anything by it, but simply reflecting on his past often reminded Manda of her privilege and fortune. Other than her parents’ divorce and her dad’s disappearance from her life, her childhood had been wonderful. There were few bad memories or hard times. She felt a renewed desire to spoil Jamie just as rotten as she could, but there was so little that he ever asked for. It wasn’t like with a regressed little who can never have enough toys and treats. The only thing Jamie couldn’t get enough of was affection. They worked their way toward the back of the store, adding a few items to the basket as they went until they reached the toys. Amanda knew Jamie probably wouldn’t ask for anything or get excited about anything. She’d need to help him pick out some toys just to keep at their apartment. “Amanda,” someone asked from the end of the aisle. Amanda and Jamie turned. “Megan,” Amanda answered. “What are you doing here?” “Outfitting my new apartment. You?” “Same.” “Is this the Jamie you were always bragging about?” “Yes,” Amanda replied as she stepped aside for Jamie to step forward. “Jamie, this is Megan, one of my classmates from undergrad.” “Nice to meet you,” Jamie waved. “And you. We took a bunch of little studies courses together. I heard a lot of Jamie stories.” “All good, I hope,” Jamie said. “Always,” Amanda replied. She only ever shared what wasn’t private or sensitive when it came to Jamie stories. “Jamie is going to live with me part time, so we’re here to get some stuff for our apartment.” “Fun! So where are you going to live,” Megan asked. Jamie listened to them catch up for less than a minute and turned his attention back to the toys. He didn’t play with toys that often. They made good distractions but only if they required some creativity on his part. He thought of them more as crafts than toys. Drawing and painting, building. Those sorts of things. Just like the thrift stores back home, everything was disorganized. Much of it was on the floor, and some was on shelves. He was sure he wanted some blocks to build with. There were some tubs of them, but mainly babyish ones. He liked the kind he had at home, larger and heavier. He kept searching. “So what is it going to be like having a little all on your own part of the week,” Megan asked. “Hard sometimes, I’m sure, but more than worth it. I’m excited. It’ll be neat to be on my own, but I’m not totally on my own. We get to make a home together.” “He really is too adorable. Ooh, that mop of blonde hair. He looks like he could be yours.” Amanda beamed. She liked it when people told her how handsome he was. “Looks like he’s finding some things he likes,” Megan said as she nodded toward Jamie. Amanda turned and asked, “Finding some good stuff?” “I don’t know what they call this here, but we call it an Erector Set,” he replied as he tipped a generic rubber tub toward her, showing it was filled with metal pieces. “You build with it.” Megan walked over and squatted down next to Jamie. “My brother loves those. I bet you’re even better at it than he is.” “Jamie is definitely a builder. You should see his sand castles,” Amanda said. “Anything else you like?” “No, but maybe we could look at some books.” “Absolutely.” “That’s right,” Megan remembered. “He can read. That is so cool.” “I’d be willing to teach you if you want,” Jamie quipped. Megan and Manda both chuckled. “We’re meeting Mel for lunch after this if you wanna come,” Manda offered. “Yeah! That would be great.” When they had picked out some books and checked out, they went to their favorite TexMex restaurant, where Mel was waiting for them. “I ordered drinks,” she said as Manda and Jamie sat down. Jamie loved their frozen margaritas with little juice instead of alcohol, though he would have liked at least a sip of Manda’s. “Megan is going to be here in a minute,” Manda told her. “We just ran into her and invited her along. Hope you don’t mind.” “Megan from school? No, I always liked her. Don’t know her well, though.” “Hey,” Megan said as she approached their booth. Mel got up and hugged her, which Jamie found odd since she’d just said she didn’t know her well, but maybe that was just the thing now. “You look so tan,” Mel said to her. “Lifeguarding does that to you,” Megan replied. “Manda,” Jamie said under his breath. She followed his eye toward the restroom. “Excuse us,” Manda said and took Jamie and their bag to the ladies’ room. “Don’t ya just wanna rub his belly and feed him a bottle,” Megan asked when they were alone. “Are you kidding? I’m his Aunt Mel and Chief Little Sitter. It takes all the strength I have not to eat him all up.” “Really? I’d have thought Donna would have taken that role.” “He can’t stand Donna,” Mel reported with not a little glee. She was always so happy to be his favorite. “Remember Jamie is not regressed, right? He’s only okay being really little with some of his favorite people, and only sometimes. Donna could never get that through her head.” “I wonder what it’s like to have an unregressed little,” Megan replied. “He’s cute as can be, but I still wanna baby him.” “He gives me career advice. And he won’t be happy if you baby him, but I bet you he’ll get pretty little if he finishes that drink.” “We’re back,” Amanda announced. She set Jamie on the bench, and he slid over for her. Jamie slid his drink over to himself and Manda’s back to her and took a swallow. “Ya know,” he said, “when you decide to adopt yourself out, they don’t tell you certain things about it.” “Like what,” Mel asked. “For instance,” he said after taking another drink and trying very hard not to laugh at his own joke yet, “no one ever told me I’d have to take my bigs to the bathroom.” That led to a round of guffaws and Amanda blushing hard. “You little stink rat,” Amanda teased him while giving his belly and arm pits some soft pokes. “Can I guess what you want to eat?” “Queso,” Mel interjected. “And chicken tacos,” Manda added. “Yep.” “We eat here a lot,” Mel explained to Megan. “And his kind of bear loves melted cheese,” Amanda added. “You’re a teddy bear,” Megan asked. “I’m a Jamie Bear,” he answered as he finished his drink in a long swallow. Amanda noticed and normally would have admonished him not to finish it as soon as they sat down, but she knew Jamie was bottling up some emotions, or at least suspected he was, and was fine with him taking the edge off. It was just little juice and it would just make him clingy, sleepy, and maybe lisp his words. Amanda ordered for him as usual, and shortly thereafter there was queso on the table. He held up his arms, and Manda put him on her lap so he could reach easier. “Sorry if I drip any on you,” Manda said as she brought a chip to her lips. Jamie was feeling tired. First little juice, then hot food. “It ain’t easy being cheesy,” he said. “Ya gonna get goofy on me,” Manda asked. “This guy,” Mel asked. “Goofy? He’s a very serious bear.” “May I sit with Mel,” Jamie asked. Amanda took no offense and smiled down at him. She suspected he was about to get a little littler, and why not? It always made all three of them happy, and it made Mel feel like one of the best people in the world just because Jamie wanted her. She could draw the littleness out in him better than anybody. “If Megan doesn’t mind sitting with me,” Amanda said. Megan and Jamie swapped spots, and Mel put him on her lap. Mel whispered in his ear, “You gonna be my guy for the rest of the afternoon?” “Mhmm. Can you come over after lunch?” “I sure can. Are you in need of more queso?” “I dunno,” Jamie answered. “Then we gotta feel,” Mel replied, putting a hand on his tummy and lightly rubbing it with her fingers. “I don’t know,” she said. “It feels like you’re queso reservoir is a quart low.” “Hehehe.” “Is that just the juice,” Megan asked Manda in a whisper. “That, and it’s sort of a game they play. And he really loves her.” “That is so sweet. I wanna nephew now,” Megan said at a regular volume. “There’s lots of bears in the in the world,” Mel said, “But this one is all mine.” “Ahem,” Manda said. “Jamie, whose bear are you?” “Yours,” he said with a full mouth. You’d think that would be clear by now. “And we all need to remember and respect that,” Manda lectured. “Maybe if I feed him enough he’ll be my bear then,” Mel quipped. “Jamie?” “Nope,” he said, “But I’ll be your nephew.” “So being a bear is a closer relationship than a nephew,” Megan asked, trying to get in on the banter. “Didn’t they teach that in the little studies courses,” Jamie asked. “O, I guess I just forgot.” “What’re we gonna do when we get home,” Jamie asked Manda. “It’ll be nap time, and then maybe you can show me how you build with that new toy.” “Maybe if I buy you enough toys you’ll be my bear,” Mel ventured. “Jamie?” “Nope.” “Good bear,” Manda praised him.

“Have you been to Nine One Five yet?” Janet asked. “No, there are so many great places here,” I admitted. “It’s fancier for dinner, but they have salads and small plates for lunch.” “Sounds good.” I grabbed the larger diaper bag as I figured we’d be out a while. We headed over to Duval and turned south. Nine One Five was indeed 915 Duval Street. There was one outside table left, and we took it. The salad was good, and so were the various things we got. A cone of French fries, some fried octopus, and the like. Janet told me of her love of the Conch Republic. “Well, you should move here. You can hang out a shingle on your own or open the Key West office of Asher and Green.” “I wish I could,” she said. After lunch we started up Duval Street doing window shopping, occasionally going in for a better look. More than a few people recognized me because I had either I been introduced to them before or they knew about my relationship to Teddy. We entered a gallery, and Arturo came out and greeted me. “Arturo, how are you. How’s the statute coming.” We talked for a bit, and then I realized my manners. “Janet, this is Arturo Sandoval. Arturo, this is the lawyer that handled Teddy’s estate, Janet Green. Arturo is making a statue of Teddy.” Arturo showed us some of his other art, and then we moved along. Ivy ran up to me. I introduced her to Janet. “I’ll be able to pay back your loan early. Business is great.” She bustled off. “Jakie!” I heard a shrill voice. It was Rose, the drag queen. She ran up and threw her arms around me. I felt the embrace slide down, and she gave my butt a tweak with both hands. We broke apart, and she noticed Janet. “Who’s the lovely lady?” “Rose, this is my friend Janet. She was Teddy’s lawyer. Janet, this is Rose, another fixture of Duval Street.” Rose and Janet chatted for a bit, and then we continued our trek. As evening came we stopped at several bars and had a drink or a snack in each one. Again there were more than a few people who greeted me as a regular. “You seem to be a popular guy here.” “Well, people have no problem recognizing me as being related to Teddy.” “What about Arturo and Ivy?” “Well, I’m trying to carry on in Teddy’s legacy. That’s how I met them and why you’re going to see the charity benefactress tomorrow.” Janet smiled. We’d made the full circle and were heading south again. Since we were close to the house, I ducked inside to make a more comfortable change. Kristie was out on her porch, and she struck up a conversation with Janet while I went inside. Changed, we proceeded back south. “Do you want to have dinner some place?” I asked. “I couldn’t eat a meal at this point. Let’s continue our nibbling down Duval.” We were having a good time, and she turned me off Duval to the east. We got to a small place called “Better than Sex.” “It’s a dessert restaurant,” Janet said. “Is it?” “Yes, that’s what’s on the menu.” “No, I mean, is it better than sex?” “You’ll have to find out.” We went in and had an intimate booth. We sat together touching and had some wine that came in a chocolate-rimmed glass. I had cheesecake and Janet had bread pudding. “I love bread pudding,” she said. After a while, we emerged. “What next?” “Let’s take the short cut back to your place,” Janet said. We made it back home. Janet asked, “Do you need a change?” I nodded. She poked around and found a spare cloth diaper and pushed me onto the bed. She slid off my plastic pants and unpinned my diaper. She attacked me with wipes, paying particular attention to my penis until it was impossibly erect. She took the clean diaper and slid it under me. I thought this was going to lead somewhere, but now she was putting the diaper back in place. I had a pang of disappointment. Then she hiked up her skirt and climbed up on the bed. She hadn’t been wearing panties. She maneuvered her self over me and slid the diaper down and took me inside her. “Pull the diaper up over us,” she said. I didn’t understand, but I complied. We made love with the diaper loosely draped over us. When it was over, she rolled off me and pinned my diaper back in place. She snuggled into my side. “That was wonderful,” I said. She chuckled. “You can tell Kristie that I did.” “You did what?” “Get inside your diaper. That was her suggestion to me earlier.” I laughed. “So that was what that was about.” We talked. Then she asked, “Well, have you come up with an answer to the other question?” “What question?” “Was dessert better than sex?” I chucked again. “Close, but not better.” She drifted off to sleep. I picked up the plastic pants and pulled them back on. I didn’t know if I was becoming incontinent, or that I just got used to not worrying about going, but I didn’t want to leak.”

Honestly, I like the waddle cut. Tykables have always fit me well, but the waddle cut makes them feel that much better. They feel more roomy “down there” yet still are snug and comfortable. I might have to make them my go-to from now on.

large update & story edited ? "Oh sweetheart what happened?" Sophia just stood there with a look of triumph on her face Alice pulled her duvet back over herself as if to to keep any shred of dignity she may have had had left " it's gross Mum I can't believe she's still wetting herself" "Just leave me alone" retaliated Alice "Look can you give your sister some space and please go downstairs and have your breakfast" "Ok fine I'll go" A few moments later Mum checked to see that Sophia had actually gone downstairs, before shutting Alice's bedroom door for privacy so they could chat without Sophia listening in.... Alice couldn't hold back from sobbing as a tear ran down the humiliated girls cheek. "Here you need to take this" said Mum as she handed Alice a £20 note "What's that for? " "I want you to buy yourself something before college today" "Whaaaat no " stuttered Alice through her tears worrying what her Mum might mean......... "Yes you can, now listen to me, I'm going to make an excuse to Sophia that I have to get into work early, so that you have enough time to go into Boots before your first lesson. I want you to buy yourself 2 packets of large girls drynites to wear. Like the ones that girl you used to babysit down the road had to wear to bed. From what I've read online they should just about fit you" That girl was 9 at the time, she was 19. How could her Mum do this to her? She couldn't possibly wear training pants at her age. This was a huge blow. Alice couldn't fathom what was actually happening. Her Mum surely couldn't do this she was an adult. No way could she force her back in pull-ups. "Mum please no there's no way I can wear them I too old to wear nappies" " Clearly you're not after what I've seen from you over the past 24 hours, and they're not technically nappies they're pull-ups and you really don't have a choice. By the way, after Sophia’s comment yesterday when I said you wouldn't be ending up in nappies, or any other form of protection for that matter, at the time I meant what I said, and I obviously wanted to save from the embarrassment of her knowing. But this bedwetting incident has made me have to change my mind. I mean god knows how many other accidents you've had that I don't know about. I bet this isn’t the first time you’ve wet the bed either is it?” "Yes it it! I haven't had any other accidents" blurted out Alice, suddenly realising how immature she had sounded. It was also a lie as Mum didn't know about her other accident at college yesterday, although it was actually her first wet bed, despite a few near misses. “I’m not sure that I believe that after what I’ve seen” "This so isn't fair I'm 19 years old I don't need them it was just a one-off" "Believe me this is fair and you will be wearing them day and night until you can prove to me that you don't need them. I want you in one before your first lesson and I will be checking you're wearing one after college have you got that?” Alice nodded nodded her head With that Mum left her bedroom. Alice knew her Mum really wasn't messing about.... Feeling utterly defeated before her day had even started her day, she clambered out of her cold, wet bed and made her way across to the bathroom to get ready, whilst her soaking wet pyjamas clung to her body. Sophia appeared to have bought Mums excuse about why they were getting to school so early. Also to Alice's surprise Sophia didn't once mention her bed wetting accident on the way to school. It almost made her suspicious she was so quiet. Although this quickly changed the moment Mum dropped them off. "Try to keep your pants dry today baby" jibed Sophia once Mum had driven off as they began walking their separate ways Alice didn't rise to her sister and just walked away. She saw she had just over half an hour until her 1st lesson, meaning she had plenty of time to do what her mum had ordered her to do..... Once she arrived at Boots she immediately began scanning the store to make sure there was no one she knew about. Fortunately she didn't see anyone she recognised. She hesitantly made her way to the baby section, feeling upset knowing it was the home of her new underwear. Heading into the baby nappy aisle Alice knew she was looking for a pink package. She remembered what the package looked like from when she babysat a girl called Brittney. That was a few years ago now. She bet Brittney had probably outgrown her bed wetting problem by now, and yet here was Alice, her former charge, buying the exact same embarrassing product for herself. She also, now regretfully remembered how she had teased Brittney for wearing them. She found the drynites had their own section at the end of the aisle, which unfortunately was at the edge of the main walkway to the till, in full view of the entrance doors, where people queued up, making her task just that bit harder. Knowing she had no choice but to do this, she quickly examined which one’s she needed, had a final check in both directions that she didn't see anyone she knew, and picked up two pink girls packets which read age 8-15. She blushed at the thought that these would likely fit her. Keeping her head down she joined the queue to the side of her. The whole time Alice felt extremely paranoid that everyone was watching her, as if everyone knew the infantile packages were for her. Slowly the queue went down and finally she was being served. It was a young smiling girl, almost too smily for the time of morning it was. Alice thought she can't have been far off her own age which made it all the more embarrassing. One at a time the girl scanned the packages of teenage girls pull-ups through. "That's £11 please" Thankfully the girl didn't make any comment, she handed Alice her change and Alice quickly walked away from the till. Opening her bag, Alice quickly stuffed the two packages of pull-ups into her bag, before anyone saw her, realising it was a very tight squeeze, but fortunately the zip just about did up. Checking her phone, she had about 15 minutes until her class stared. She then remembered what her Mum had said "I want you in one before your first lesson" Those words stuck in her head. She knew she had to do as her Mum said. Alice suddenly worried as that meant finding somewhere to change into them. She didn't like the thought of changing in the college toilets but realised that was probably her only option. The public toilets near college had been shut for ages, and she wouldn't have time to go anywhere else. She continued walking to college, seeing a group of her friends stood outside the main entrance. She said hi to them before quickly excusing herself to head to the girls toilets before class. Locking herself into a cubicle she noticed there were at least two other girls in there. Alice remembered to pee as she did everyday before class. Letting out a sigh, knowing she had to do it, as quietly as she could Alice opened her bag, and tore open one of the packages of pull-ups. Sliding one out of the packet. It had made quite a noise as the drynites were so tightly packaged together. Zipping her bag back up. Alice now had to slide off her panties. Alice now had to unfold her pull-up which made a worryingly loud rustling noise. She held it up to examine it. Noticing how childish the purple garment looked and how it was covered with the babyish butterfly pictures. She stood there blushing as she slowly stepped into the pull-up before sliding it up. Lifting her skirt she pulled it up around her waist. She couldn't believe how snugly it fitted around her bum. She was 19 years old, an adult, and yet here she was at college, wearing under her skirt what was effectively a nappy designed to hold teenage girls bed wetting accidents. Smoothing down her skirt ensuring her pull-up was well hidden, Alice unlocked the cubicle door and headed off to class. She quietly sat in her class trying not to draw any attention to herself. Fully aware the whole time of what she was wearing. She felt extremely self-conscious being sat around her friends whilst in a pull-up. She swore she could hear it crinkle every time she moved. But just hoped to god it wasn't noticeable to anyone else. One of her best friends Zoe was sat next to her. Alice imagined what she would think if she knew what she was wearing. The lesson dragged on. She did manage to get through the lesson fine, without her bladder giving her any trouble at all. Even forgetting she had it on as she chatted with her friends during a group activity. Her 2nd lesson was history. She sat next to Natalie, a girl she wouldn't exactly call a close friend but they did still chat a bit. As the class went on Alice was feeling more slightly more confident. That was until about midway through when Alice noticed she felt a twinge from her bladder, which only seemed to get worse as the minutes ticked by. Without even realising, Alice was shaking her legs and shuffling uncomfortably in her seat. "Are you alright ?" Questioned Natalie after noticing Alice acting strange "Uuuhh yeah I'm fine I need to pee a bit but I can hold it until the end of class" "Are you sure you don't look like you can hold it to me" said Natalie whilst sarcastically giggling “I’ll be fine trust me” replied Alice as she tried to hide the fact that her need was getting quite desperate now. “Why don’t you ask Mr Slater if you can go? “ “It’s not even worth bothering I know he won’t let me” Thankfully Natalie dropped the subject as they had to get on with some written work in silence. Alice had made a conscious effort to stay much more still and actually felt like she had gained back control for the time being. It also seemed to get Natalie off her case. Five more minutes had passed. She didn’t feel quite so well in control anymore. While the class were all sat there in complete silence, Alice suddenly felt a few spurts of urine begin to escape. It had almost caught her by surprise “please god no” she thought silently whilst trying to remain calm and still, Alice could do nothing to stop herself as a few more spurts escaped, which quickly turned into a full uncontrollable accident as her pull-up rapidly began to fill up. Alice could only hope it hadn’t leaked onto her skirt. She couldn’t believe it. Here she was at 19 years of age, sat in class in the 1st pull-up she’s worn since she was about 3. And she had just proved to her mum she was right by wetting it like a baby. The warmth spread right up through to the back, as she felt the padding expand pushing her legs apart. Looking over at Natalie she didn’t appear to have noticed anything was up, as she was still focused on her writing. Alice couldn’t help but feel like a toddler whilst she sat there in need of a change. Part of her was thankful for the pull-up as she thought what might have happened if she wasn’t wearing it. But also she resented the thought that her mother had forced her to wear them. No way should her mum have done that at her age. She didn’t need her mum controlling her like that. She was old enough to make her own decisions. Once her class finished Alice made a dash for the girls toilets wanting to quickly get out of her soaking wet drynite. Once in one of the cubicles, Alice quickly slid off her wet pull-up. Wiping herself off, she resentfully pulled another one out of the package and slid it up around her waist. Opening the door, with her wet pull-up in one hand, she scanned to see if anyone was about before quickly walking over to the bin and chucking the drynite in. Alice worried someone might see it sat in the bin so she washed her hands and stuffed a few paper towels in the bin on top of it. She left quickly and decided to go and join her friends for lunch break. She met with Zoe, Samantha and Abbie. “Hey Alice, nice of you to join us” giggled Abbie, clearly making a point that Alice hadn’t spent much time with them in recent days. “Yeah it’s good to see you stranger” “Thanks guys, look sorry I’ve been really caught up with some stuff at home and haven’t felt all that sociable recently” “ Awh I’m sorry to hear that is everything ok” Alice suddenly realised she hadn’t though it through very well “Uhhh yeah everything’s fine” “Is it your parents?” Alice thought for a moment before responding. She certainly didn’t want to tell them the truth that she had wet herself in college yesterday, then in KFC and to top if off had then wet the bed last night, and that her mum had now made her start wearing pull-ups, which she had just wet in her last class. Samantha has just given her a good excuse and she wasn’t going to turn it down... “Yeah my parents have been going through a bit of a rough patch” lied Alice. “I’m sorry to hear that chick” as one by one all her friends gave her a big hug “It’s okay thanks guys” Soon the talk turned from Alice to discussing other things important to 19 year old college girls... “So anyway how did your date with Zak go the other night Abs?” “It was cool he took me for a romantic walk on the beach, we stopped at this nice bar and had a couple of drinks. Then we went back to his place for a bit as his parents are away” “Oooohhh what did you two get up to at his place I wonder?” Everyone was now laughing “Shut it guys” joked Abbie “What about you Alice? What was that guys name again that was messaging you?” questioned Samantha “He was called Ashley and don’t ask” “You have to tell us more now” Alice had met up with Ashley for a date, after he kept messaging her, but the truth was she just didn’t feel like he was good enough for her. He wasn’t the best looking guy in college, but he wasn’t exactly a bad looking guy either. But to Alice he wasn’t quite up to her high standard that a guy had to meet. He was neither popular enough or good looking enough for her. She knew she was hot with beautiful long hair, her amazing curves and her gorgeous olive skinned complexion, and it made her feel like she was better than just about every guy in college. In her head she had put herself on this imaginary untouchable pedestal that no one else could reach. And yet now here she was probably the only girl in the whole college that was hiding pull-ups under her uniform. “It went kind of okay I guess but I wasn’t really into him to be totally honest” “I get it hun he didn’t meet the Alice Jacobsen guy standards level” joked Samantha whilst winking at her The girls went to the college cafe whilst they still had time before afternoon lessons. Alice had a coffee and a chicken salad. She knew she probably shouldn’t drink coffee as it seemed to slightly aggravate both her bladder and tummy, but her caffeine addiction was too strong to even consider giving it up. Also it was a trend she had to keep up with. She couldn’t be seen drinking water. Her friends would laugh at her. After everyone had finished their lunch, Alice remembered to go to the toilet before her next class, where she managed to pee a small amount although she didn’t really need to go. Alice had maths. It was a class she didn’t mind too much as it was probably her best subject. She breezed through most of the lesson, completing all of her work before most of her classmates. This made her feel much better about her current situation, at times even forgetting she was wearing the pull-up at all. Towards the end of the lesson she did start to feel a slight need to pee, but this time she wasn’t worried as she knew she could hold it. Once her class was over, Alice headed to the girls toilets, knowing that although she wasn’t that desperate, she was about to meet her mum and sister so she certainly didn’t want to risk having another accident. She entered the toilets, and turning the corner to where the cubicle doors and sinks were she was greeted by someone. It was Lisa Phillips. “I was wondering how long it would be before I saw you in here” “What on earth are you on about?” “Mmmmmm let me think, yesterday afternoon maybe. I know it was you” Lisa slowly started walking towards her “What would everyone think if they knew that beautiful popular Alice Jacobsen was actually no more than a little panty pisser?” Lisa had now backed her up against the wall. Alice took a big gulp as Lisa had totally taken her by surprise. She felt scared. Lisa had scared her so much in fact that she suddenly felt a few involuntary warm spurts of urine escape into her training pants..... “ I uuuhh don’t know what you’re on about Lisa” “You know I wouldn’t even be surprised if your Mum put you in some pampers after what happened yesterday “ As Lisa reaches her hand out and grabbed the hem of Alice’s skirt.... “Let’s have a look shall we” Alice took a couple of moment to process what was currently happening. Lisa was now right on the verge of exposing her. “Get the fuck off me” she shouted Alice grabbed Lisa’s hand, firmly pulling it off her skirt and managing to strongly shove her away...... “Look I don’t know what the fuck you’re on about but I’ll tell you one thing, you’ve got the wrong person” “Are you sure about that ? You looked so scared just then I bet you’re gonna have to run home to mummy for a change ” said a smirking Lisa Lisa had no idea how close to the truth she was with that statement. Alice’s pull-up had now grown a little warm at the front but thankfully for her she didn’t need her mum to do it. Keeping up her lie, knowing it would be her only chance of Lisa not finding out the truth, Alice replied... “Whoever the little panty pissing baby is I can tell you one thing it’s not me” With that Alice turned around and exited the toilets Alice was in shock at what had just happened as she made her way to meet her mum and sister. How had she been so scared of Lisa Philips that she had actually caused her to slightly pee herself right in front of her? She hoped she had been convincing enough to get Lisa off her back, but she wasn’t too sure that she had. As she met her sister, she suddenly blushed at the thought that this was the first time she had been around her little sister in a pull-up. And she blushed even more when she remembered it wasn’t exactly a dry one. She didn’t have to wait long before their mum pulled up and they got in the car. Something that had slipped Alice’s mind then struck her as they set off in the car. With what had happened with Lisa Phillips, aside from the few spurts of urine that she had accidentally let out, she had completely forgotten to pee. Mum then announced that they were heading to the shopping centre as Sophia had arranged to meet some of her friends there. She instinctively kept a tight hold of her bag whilst in the car, which she hoped hadn’t appeared obvious to Sophia. She knew her little sister was nosey and she didn’t want to even give her the opportunity to see what she was hiding in her bag. As Alice sat clutching her bag, she felt her need to pee grow as they approached the shopping centre. After a few minutes of driving around the busy car park, mum eventually found a space. Sophia wasted no time in announcing that she was off to meet her friends which left Alice and mum alone. “I trust you did what I asked before college this morning ? “ Alice sighed, feeling very uncomfortable that her mum would even bring it up “Yes mom and can we please not talk about it?” “Can you pass me your bag please Alice” With that Alice passed her bag through to the front for her mum “I got what you asked me to” “That’s good honey but I just need to check for myself” “Please not here mum” “Don’t worry no one’s going to see” Mum unzipped the bag and pulled out the two packages of pull-ups She examined one pack to see it was sealed and then appeared to look over the other package “There are 2 missing” she queried “there should be 8 left but there are only 7. You’re wearing one I presume as I asked, so what happened to the other one?” “I uuuu I....... look the uhhhh teacher wouldn’t let me go to the toilet and I kind of couldn’t hold it” “You wet it? Well clearly then I made the right decision putting you back in these. Your first day back in pull-ups and you’ve already had an accident. What a great start you’ve made” “I’m sorry mum, it wasn’t like that! if the teacher had let me go this wouldn’t have happened” “Look just put these back in your bag ok, while we’re here we may as well go and do some shopping” Alice quickly got the drynites back in her bag and zipped it up. Her and mum then got out of the car. “Stand still” “What the hell are you doing mum?” as she reached for Alice’s skirt “Don’t you dare speak to me like that young lady. I need to check you have a pull-up on. So you can either stand there and make a scene of this for other people to see, or you can just let me get on with it. Which is it to be?” Alice just stood there in silence with her arms folded, no longer looking like a 19 year old, she looked more like a sulking toddler, as she accepted that one way or another her mum was about to check she was wearing her training pants. “ just as I thought” In the busy car park, in plain view of anyone that walked past, mum lifted the front of Alice’s skirt revealing her drynites pull-up. “Mum please people can see it” Much to Alice’s horror her mum then reached down and squeezed the front of her padded garment. “It’s wet Alice” Alice suddenly remembered the few spurts of urine she had leaked out when Lisa Phillips had confronted her “No it’s not really it’s only a few drops Mum” Alice sputtered out realising she had also forgotten about her desperate need to pee which had suddenly caught up with her “You wet it and didn’t even realise didn’t you?” “Mum stop please look I really need to pee” As she stood there she couldn’t hide what was happening. She began to feel a spreading warmth between her legs, as her pull-up expanded, all whilst her mum was still squeezing the front of it. “Are you actually kidding me Alice?” “I’m sorry mum” was all she could muster Mum then let go of Alice’s skirt letting it fall back into place, hiding her now swollen drynite from any gawping passers by. She then opened the back door of the car and retrieved a pull-up from Alice’s bag, which she then handed to Alice. “We are walking straight to the toilets and you are going to get yourself changed out of that soaked pull-up do you understand?” as Alice stood clutching the undergarment to her chest. Just at that moment she heard a voice from behind Mum “Hey mom I completely forgot to ask for some money for food” It was the last voice she wanted to hear whilst she was stood holding a drynite. Sophia had returned. As quickly as she possibly could Alice reached behind herself and stuffed the pull-up into the hem of her skirt, only able to hope it was secure enough not to fall to the ground and humiliate her. Tugging her shirt down to cover it, she didn’t have time to check how securely it was in place so had to just hope it wouldn’t fall out. She could only pray Sophia hadn’t noticed anything, as fortunately mum had been stood pretty much right in the way. “Yes of course sweetie. Look we’ve got to get going but here’s my keys, there’s some change in the centre console it should be enough” Mum left Sophia with the car keys as her and Alice walked off with their destination the public toilets... As they walked away Alice couldn’t help but worry. She had left her college bag full of her pull-ups on the back seat of the car, and her little sister was currently rummaging around in the car for change. All it would take was for her to be a little suspicious of what she had just witnessed, or curiosity of the events of yesterday after school or this morning. And Sophia was quite a nosey girl already. She pushed the thought out of her head, knowing she couldn’t do anything about it now as they approached the toilets. “We’re going in the disabled toilet” announced mum much to Alice’s shock “I don’t need you to come in with me” “Just go in please Alice” As they got in the disabled toilet mum locked the door “Stand still” After what had happened by the car, this time Alice listened to her mum and just stood there Her mum unclipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground “You certainly tested that to its limits Alice” Alice blushed at the realisation that her mum had exposed her bulging wet pull-up. Mum began pressing the pull-up both at the front and at back. “If you keep having accidents like this Alice I’m not sure that these are going to be absorbent enough for you, it’s slightly leaked onto your skirt. We’ll have to see how it goes over the next few days” Alice didn’t like the sound of that. She knew what the next level of absorbency would likely mean and she didn’t even want to entertain the thought of it in her mind. She knew she would have to be extra careful now and prove to her mum that she actually didn’t really need any kind of protection at all. She needed to show her mum that the last couple of days had all really just been a big misunderstanding.... “Get yourself changed I’ll wait outside” Alice was thankful that her Mum at least let her change it herself. She gladly pulled down the soaked pull-up tossing it into the trash, before wiping herself down and stepping into the clean drynite. Looking at herself in the mirror, Alice tugged her skirt down into place ensuring from every angle that her humiliating glorified nappy was well hidden from view as she smoothed down her shirt. Satisfied her secret was hidden, Alice unlocked the door to start shopping with her Mum. She was shocked as she opened the door to see Sophia was stood right outside. “God you took your time didn’t you ? What on earth were you doing in there ? “ Alice certainly wasn’t about to tell her the real reason she had taken so long in there....... “And why the hell are you in the disabled toilet? Last time I looked you weren’t disabled?” “Uhhh yeah I only used it as the other toilet was in use” lied Alice “Whatever, anyway I need to pee, I may as well use it as well” With that Sophia headed into the toilet, and Alice went and joined Mum who was sat on a bench a few metres away. They headed off to do some shopping, leaving Sophia to go off and join her friends once she came out of the toilet. Alice and Mum looked around a few clothes shops together, before they went off seperately as Mum said she had a couple of boring errands to run while she was here. Alice spent a while on her own, she felt hungry so she went and got something to eat from a cafe she often went to with her friends, although obviously on this occasion she was alone. She bought herself a sandwich and a coffee, before finding a table to sit at, which proved quite a task as the cafe was so busy. She guessed it was because most people would have not long finished work, or in many people’s case, college, as many of the customers looked to be around the same age as Alice, although she didn’t see anyone she recognised. Eventually she managed to find a table to sit at. Sipping on her coffee, Alice sat looking like your stereotypical pretty college girl to anyone else. No one would ever suspect her mother had recently had to put her back in pull-ups. Sat there savouring her food she had realised she had completely forgotten about the fact she was currently wearing a pull-up. She shifted on her seat uncomfortably at that thought. Just as she finished her food her phone buzzed. It was a text from her mum to say to meet her by primark. Alice loved primark as it was much cheaper than all the other shops, meaning she could buy a lot more. Instead of just one top, she could buy maybe 4 items for the same price as most other shops. She left the cafe to meet her mum there. Her mum was stood right outside exactly where she said she’d be. Carrying what looked like a lot more stuff than when Alice had left her. She was curious as to what her mum had bought, as her birthday was next week so she thought maybe she had gone off to buy her some presents. She thought about trying to sneak a look into the bags if she got the chance. As they went into primark Alice had a good look around for clothes that she liked. She found herself a crop top she really liked. She also wanted a new pair of jeans to go with it so she went over to the women’s jeans section. They had all different designs. Alice knew which type she wanted. She always liked the tight ones that showed off her butt. She found some light blue ones that she liked before telling mum that she was going to try them on. She got into the changing rooms after being checked in by a girl probably the same age as her. Sliding her skirt off Alice realised she was now stood there with her pull-up on full display, only hidden from someone seeing it by the flimsy changing room curtain, which anyone walking past could accidentally pull back thinking her cubicle was empty. She didn’t want to take any longer than she needed to. Alice stepped into the jeans and began pulling them up. She got them up to her thighs fine, but she found it a little difficult to get them to go up and over her pull-up. After a bit of shuffling Alice was satisfied they were fully on as she did up the buttons on the front. Quickly taking her top off Alice changed in the crop top to see how the full outfit looked. Checking herself out in the mirror, from the side she thought her butt looked quite peachy. Turning to look at her butt from the back she realised she had another problem. There were a good 2 inches of the waistband of her pull-up showing above the back of her jeans, which the short crop top did absolutely nothing to hide. She instantly felt her cheeks burning red at this realisation. She knew there was no way she could wear this look right now, at least until she was out of these horrid training pants, which she hoped wouldn’t be too long. The jeans actually did a good job of hiding most of the pull-up bulge, although there was still a faint outline visible should anyone observe closely. Alice really wanted to still get the jeans so she talked herself into buying them telling herself she would just wear a longer top to cover the waistband. She got herself changed back into her clothes before exiting the changing rooms. She met back up with her mum who was still looking at clothes. “Did you like them sweetie?” asked mum “Yeah I didn’t like the top but I like the jeans” Mum seemed to take forever looking through clothes. Often asking Alice’s opinion on clothes for herself. Eventually she was satisfied with what she had found and they headed to the tills. Nearing the end of the day the queue was very long. 10 minutes had passed and the queue had hardly moved. Alice started to feel a slight tummy ache. She pushed it out of her mind as a few more minutes went by. The queue had moved slightly, but they still weren’t near the front. By now she was starting to feel a little uncomfortable, and she realised she needed to get to the bathroom, sooner rather than later. She could also now feel a pressing need for her bladder to be emptied. “Mum I could do with going to the toilet, can I leave these with you while I go?” she prayed her mum wouldn’t make some comment like “you’re wearing a pull-up you may as well use it” for everyone to hear. Fortunately for Alice that isn’t what she said “Yes that’s fine darling I’ll meet you by the toilets after I’ve paid” With that Alice dashed off to get to the toilets, which were a good couple of minutes away. As she eventually got close to them, her heart sunk. The ladies toilets had a sign outside. They were closed for cleaning. What could she do now? Why of all times did they have to close them right now? Whilst Alice was on the verge of having what would be the most humiliating of accidents. She then remembered that maybe she could use the disabled toilet again as she had earlier...... Pondering her decision for a moment too long “God of all times just as I need to pee they go and shut the toilets, oh well at least the disabled toilets empty”. The voice of Sophia had started from behind her, but she was now stood in front of her, right in the way of her route to the disabled toilet. “I was here first Sophia you don’t mind waiting til I’m done do you?” said Alice trying not to let on the desperate state she was in as she tried to get to the door. “I’m sure you can hold it” was all Sophia said as she gave Alice a grin whilst swiftly moving inside the toilet before Alice could do anything about it. Before Alice even had a chance to stop her, the door was slammed shut in her face. And locked..... As Alice looked around, she couldn’t believe she was in this predicament in the busy shopping centre. At any moment someone she knew could walk past. She was now clenching her butt to stop herself having an accident, and her full bladder was making it very hard to concentrate on doing that....... She now stood with her eyes closed and a winced look on her face as she bounced around, determined not to let her little sister have the satisfaction of being the cause of her totally humiliating herself. It was pretty obvious to any onlookers just how desperate she was. After two more minutes of struggling, Alice felt a glimmer of hope as she heard the door lock click. But it was as if hearing this somehow set off a reaction in her body. She could feel it happening, and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it.... Her butt had expanded as the warm mess began forcing itself out of her. All while Sophia was now stood in front of her. Her jaw had dropped along with a devilish grin as she saw what was happening before her eyes. Alice was bent forward with one hand one her bottom, and one hand on her crotch, as the back of her pull-up quickly expanded, followed by her bladder also giving way as an uncontrollable torrent of pee gushed into her pull-up. There was no mistaking what she had just done with the strong smell that now surrounded her. A few passers by had stopped to see what was happening. “No freaking way. I knew you were a baby but this is taking it to a whole new level. Mum definitely made the right decision putting you back in those pull-ups. Although judging by that you need something a bit thicker” as she gestured to pee dripping down between her legs, that had formed a small puddle on the floor, where her pull-up hadn’t quite managed to contain her entire accident. “That’s right I found them in your bag earlier, and I found the one you pissed in earlier at the top of the bin. You could have at least shoved it under some paper towels” Alice was beet red in the face aa she stood crying her eyes out “Just shut it will you.....just let me get past” as Alice tried to push past Sophia and get out of public view, with tears now pouring down the 19 year olds face. “I don’t think so. Just wait til mum sees what you’ve done” “No Sophia please” Sophia got out her phone and rang mum... “You better get to the toilets mum.......Alice has kind of had a bit of an accident” “What......look I’ll be there as quick as I can ok I’m just finishing up at the tills” When mum arrived she was shocked at what she saw. She thought when Sophia said Alice had had an accident she had meant maybe she had grazed her knee or something, not this.... Alice was stood balling her eyes out, with what looked like a puddle of pee on the floor near where she stood, she was then hit by the smell, a smell she certainly hadn’t expected to be coming from her eldest daughter’s rear.......there was no doubt about what it was, she had dealt with it often enough back when the girls were babies.......the unmistakable smell of a messy nappy “What on earth is going on?” “I’m sorry mum I would’ve made it but Sophia wouldn’t let me in the toilet” “That’s not true I needed the toilet just as much as you. You’re just too much of a baby to hold it. At least you’re wearing what’s clearly the appropriate underwear” “That’s enough girls” “What are you going to do about it mum? I’m not sitting next to that smell all the way home” “I never said you would have to. Now let’s go in here Alice and get you cleaned up” ushering to the disabled toilet. Once inside mum began unclipping Alice’s skirt to get it off. “I don’t think you can wear this home as it’s quite damp from where your pull-up leaked” “I’m sure it’ll be ok mum” “No it really won’t be I don’t want pee getting on the car seat, that would be a nightmare to clean off. You can wear those jeans you bought in primark home” With her skirt completely off, her tanned legs and her very full pull-up were now completely exposed. She blushed at the though that her mum was now about to see her naked as she had begun ripping the sides of her training pants. Ripping it off Alice’s private’s were now on view as mum threw the loaded pull-up away. Holding it at a distance mum walked over to the bin dropping it inside. “I’ll let you do this bit” as mum pulled out a pack of wet wipes from her bag, allowing Alice to clean herself. Once Alice had cleaned herself up mum began looking through her shopping bags before pulling out a large white and blue package. “Thank god I went and picked these up earlier” as mum placed the package next to the sink. Alice examined the package. The writing on the front said Betterdry. “W w w.......what are those mum?” asked a now quite worried Alice. “They’re adult nappies Alice. They will be much more absorbent than those pull-ups you’ve been wearing. “ “Mum no no no there’s no way I can wear them. I’ll wear the pull-ups and be extra careful not to have anymore accidents ” “I’m sorry Alice but I’ve lost track of how many accidents you’ve had now. For the time being at least you’re going back into nappies, until you can prove to me your grown up enough not to need them. That’s not up for debate” “This so isn’t fair you can’t do this to me I’m an adult” “From where I’m stood this is totally fair. You may be an adult, but how many adults do you know that go around wetting and messing themselves in public?. Exactly, none.........Now can you get yourself up onto the changing table so I can put you in this nappy” as mum pulled the large, thick, crinkly, white adult nappy out of the package. Thinking about it, she realised she couldn’t really argue with anything her mum was telling her. She couldn’t deny the fact that she had indeed repeatedly wet herself over the past couple of days, and had now even gone as far to mess herself as well. She couldn’t deny that that wasn’t normal behaviour for a girl of her age. And she also couldn’t deny the fact that now on two occasions on her first day back in pull-ups, they had leaked, meaning only one thing, that the nappy she was about to be put in by her mother was exactly what her behaviour deserved. Still, Alice was totally stunned her mum was actually going to do this to her eldest daughter. She knew she now had no choice but to do as her mother told her. She layed on the changing table, designed not for adults but for small babies to be changed on, whilst her mum unfolded the large and very crinkly nappy, before lifting her bum to slide it under her, and lastly 1 by 1 tightly securing it firmly in place with the 4 blue tabs. Diapering her just as if she were an actual baby. As she stood up the nappy felt worlds apart from the comparably thin pull ups she had been wearing. It felt as if it would be near impossible to hide these under her clothes. As she walked over to her bags to get out her new jeans Alice couldn’t believe how loud the nappy was. Stepping into the jeans and sliding them up, it really was a task to get them up over the bulging nappy. Once she had them pulled up, she realised there was no way her jeans would hide the waistband at the back. Her top did just about cover it but she knew she’d have to be careful not to bend over. They also made her usually perfect butt look a slightly weird shape. “Right let’s get going” announced mum. Stepping out of the toilet to join Sophia, initially not much was said. As they approached the car park mum had to go off and sort out paying for parking. She told the girls to go straight to the car.

And here is chapter 10! More progress and more to be made Chapter 10 Luke and Erin were sitting on the living room couch, each consuming a book. Prior to Luke arriving, Erin probably would have been messing around on her laptop, browsing the internet or watching a video. She didn’t now because she did not want Luke to have much screen time exposure and wanted to keep the idea of him having his own laptop out of his head. Pretty much every Little book agreed that computer time was not a positive thing for Little mental health, and TV time should also be limited. Erin knew that if Luke saw her using her laptop around him, he would ask for one too. She could easily imagine him becoming a recluse, completely avoiding his life as a Little, building a different world for himself on the internet. So Erin’s own electronic usage was greatly deceased since his arrival; it had turned out to be a nice change of pace for her so far, and she thought the decrease in screen time might have a positive impact on her mental health as well. Luke closed his book and prepared to hop off the couch. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom and change.” Change meaning diaper in this context, though Luke did whatever he could to avoid saying the word, as if it was the word and not the object that was causing him the discomfort. Maybe it was. “After that, I think I’ll take my nap.” After her talk with Luke’s parents, Erin knew the first thing she’d need to confront Luke about was his diaper rash. She would have had to anyway; her first responsibility was to keep him safe and healthy. Happy was a close number 2. She wished she could have had a talk about toning down his behavior before this issue cropped up – she could easily imagine him blowing up at her for suggesting she take over his changes. “Um, uh, Luke.” She could tell just by watching him walk away from the couch. He paused to turn around. “You’ve got diaper rash, don’t you?” Luke’s expression downturned and he started to blush. Erin was trying very hard to not blush or giggle, not that she was feeling the need to do either, she just wanted to keep any sort of emotion or infection completely out of it. “Yeah, a little, it’s not that bad though.” It was that bad. Since the day prior, he knew that he should ask Erin for help, but didn’t want to give up his privacy, nor expose his inability to effectively change his own diapers. It was like a small confirmation that he really should be letting Bigs take care of him, which was the last thing he wanted to show. “Luke,” She said it in a slow drawn out breath, almost pleading. “At least let me look at it, I need to make sure you’re okay.” She took another heavy breath. “I’ll change you this time, then you can take a nap, then we can talk more after that.” “Fine. I hope changing me satisfies whatever perverted urge you have.” It’s hard to argue effectively when you know you are in the wrong, Luke hoped the barb would hurt, though he didn’t really think Erin was a pervert. Erin had been expecting something like this, and just shook her head solemnly and said nothing. Luke went to the bathroom, Erin went to Luke’s room and sat in the rocking chair and waited. Looking around his room, it was clear that Luke had touched pretty much nothing except for his bookshelf. There was no evidence of a single toy having been played with, crayons and colored pencils were still in their boxes, the adhesive labels holding them closed had been untouched. Erin couldn’t think of a standard Little activity that she thought Luke would immediately like, and she didn’t want to frame a Little activity as if it were for Bigs, she wanted it to be Little, and for him to be okay with that. Luke exited the bathroom and entered his bedroom. He was carrying his sweats in his hands, assuming that the change would be happening right away. His diaper was drooping in back, he’d clearly messed himself, and really wasn’t looking forward to having Erin changing him, not that he liked doing it himself. At least he wouldn’t sit in it like a regular Little. “Here, I’ll just lift you on the table, and we’ll get this taken care of.” Luke nodded and Erin got out of the rocking chair, gripping Luke under his armpits and bringing him up to the changing table. Luke kept his bum raised so that he wouldn’t impart any more pressure on his diaper. He also scooted a little farther from the edge; the changing table was more than 8 feet off the ground, enough that he felt the slightest bit of vertigo looking down off the table. Erin made every movement deliberate. She gently rolled up his shirt above his belly button and began removing the tapes on his diaper. “I’m not changing you because I…” She searched for a word that didn’t make her feel dirty while saying it. But she also wanted to be accurate, she enjoyed taking care of Littles, including Luke, and that involved diaper changes. “I’m not changing because I have an interest in touching you this way. I just want to help keep you safe and healthy and cared for.” The diaper was opened, Luke was laying back passively, though he was listening intently, his face bearing no readable expression. Erin gripped his ankles in one hand and lifted his bottom farther from the pad, beginning to wipe him down. She could already see significant areas of angry, raw skin, around his thighs from chafing, and around his rear entrance from inadequate care. On Luke’s end, he had no choice but to concentrate on what Erin was doing. The cool wipes felt calming over the abraded portions of his skin, and she made no indication that she paid any attention to his privates. Luke did feel a twinge of fear at how easily Erin was holding him up with her one hand; he wasn’t helping her at all and she was having no trouble. Luke also noticed that Erin was able to get the cleaning done with many fewer wipes than he could. Perhaps the angle or her previous experience was showing the contrast in capability. Before rediapering him, Erin got to the business portion of this change. She inspected his diaper area even more carefully, taking note of its frankly terrible condition. If a child or Little with this amount of diaper rash had been brought to a hospital, their parents would be found negligent. She was amazed that Luke had given such little reaction to something Erin knew must uncomfortable and truly painful. “This is really really bad Luke.” She indicated to his thighs and bottom, waiting for him to give an indication that he acknowledged. “I’m gonna order some medicated cream in addition to the normal stuff. I wish you had told me earlier.” Now that he didn’t have to hold it in and pretend that it was no big deal, his rash somehow hurt a lot more. Compounded with the loss of agency associated with Erin taking over this diaper change (and he guessed that she would want to take over subsequent changes as well), and Luke could feel emotions welling up that hadn’t in a week or so. He had been able to more or less pretend that while his world had changed a lot, he was still an adult in control of his own life, and now the fact that he was not was smacking him in the face/butt. A tear trickled down his cheek. He whispered, just loud enough for Erin to hear, but no louder. “I’m sorry.” Erin wanted to gather him in her arms and rock him, comforting him and telling him it would be okay. She held firm, she still needed to talk with him following his nap, and she thought that discussing everything right now wouldn’t be as productive; Luke needed to be in a stable state too. She finished applying the cream and re-taped the diaper. “It’s alright, it will just take a while to heal. How about you take your nap, and then we talk more afterwards?” That didn’t help calm Luke too much, though he wouldn’t show it. What else would she want to talk about? “Okay.” He raised his arms to be lifted off the changing table. She lifted him down and he walked off to his crib to sleep. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Luke’s sleep was restless and too short. He spent too much time thinking about the consequences of allowing Erin to change him, worrying about changes that would almost certainly be happening in the future. Erin was anxious and couldn’t concentrate on the book she was trying to read. She eventually gave up on reading for pleasure and switched to ‘Helping Your Little be a Little’, looking for advice on unregressed Littles, but she couldn’t find anything that was really satisfactory; most advice was predicated on the assumption that they wanted to be there in the first place, and was aimed towards helping unregressed Littles solve individual issues they had with being Little, not with the whole idea of being a Little in the first place. It had only been forty-five minutes when Luke exited from his bedroom, around half the time of a normal nap. He sort of slinked his way towards the living room, but when he caught the title of the book that Erin was reading, he tried to even more sneakily tread his way back into his bedroom; he didn’t want to have a discussion with those ideas so fresh in her mind. A Big’s hearing and sneaking abilities are much better than those of any human, so Erin knew where Luke was the moment he left his bedroom. Erin set the book down and called out to him “Hey Luke, could you come over here please? I’d like to have our talk now.” Luke cursed under his breath, and ended his attempted sneak. Standing more straightly, he sighed and walked out to the front of the couch where Erin was sitting. She gestured for him to join her. He scrambled up and sat crisscrossed on the other end, a fair bit more distance than he normally gave between himself and Erin. “So first I wanted to talk about how things are going so far. When discussing with your parents, we said that things have been better since the first few days, and I generally agree with that, but I think that now would also be a good time to lay some of the groundwork for your future here.” Erin paused to let what she said sink in and give Luke a chance to respond. Luke didn’t have anything to say. He agreed in principle with Erin, but was afraid where that road would lead. It also seemed to him that his fears about what Erin would tell his parents were at least partially confirmed; why else would she want to have this talk now? After just having chatted with them in the morning. In response to Erin’s hanging statement, he merely nodded. “So. I think the first thing we should do is establish some basic rules.” Luke’s brow furrowed and lips curled slightly down. He wasn’t looking forward to being under somebody else’s thumb, even if they thought they had his best interest in mind. Erin read his expression, not at all surprised that he was unhappy about having rules imposed on him; Erin thought she would at least be a little unhappy if she were in his situation. She decided to try and explain her reasoning first. “Most Littles come here understanding that they will give up a significant amount autonomy, receiving unconditional love and care in return. I know you didn’t come here willingly, and as an adult, having rules imposed upon you when others your age don’t have them doesn’t feel good. But, here, you’re also a Little, and so I think your best chance at happiness is working within the framework that exists for Littles. It might not be what you want, at least now, but I think it will provide some stability and help you down the line. Plus, I don’t think you’ll find the rules so bad anyway.” Erin gave a little smile, just thinking on it, she already followed the rules she was going to give Luke. For Luke, hearing that Erin and others didn’t view him as a peer hurt more than he expected. He’d had fun with her in what he thought was mostly a peer-to-peer relationship. But he also couldn’t deny the logic of what she was saying; she had obviously put quite a bit of thought into what she though he needed, while he was mostly acting reactively to situational events that were occurring. “So what rules were you thinking of?” He’d at least withhold some judgement until Erin spoke. “Just a few. I think the most important one is that you don’t direct bad language towards people anymore. Mature people don’t just curse someone out; there are more productive ways to solve conflicts. The second rule is that I want you cut down on your cursing in general. I understand if sometimes an f-bomb just has to come out, but really, there are a ton of ways to express yourself that aren’t curse words, plus you’d immediately alienate yourself with other Littles if they heard you cursing. The next one isn’t one we’ve had an issue with, but I just want it on paper, no violence, hitting or spitting or anything like that. And finally, I know you might not like this, but I think I should take over your changes from here on out; this isn’t a slight against you, it’s just much easier for another carer to change someone’s diaper.” Erin paused, looking for Luke’s expression. She’d prepared the list and reasoning beforehand and had been so focused on explaining everything that Erin hadn’t really paid attention to him while she was speaking. He wasn’t giving anything away. “So what do you think? Do you want to talk about it, or…” While Erin had been talking, Luke was feeling unrecognized tension leave his body; muscles loosening, heart rate lowering, and the majority of his fears dissolving. He had been so worried after his diaper change incompetence that Erin would enact rules designed to make him become Little, bottle feedings, pacifiers, and childish clothing had been pressing their weight on his brain, now he didn’t know how to react. These rules weren’t any stricter than Luke had when he lived with his parents. “I think the rules sound fine. I might have some trouble with the cursing one at first…” He gave a smile like the two of them were sharing an inside joke. “Yep, I completely understand that, and I’ll be here to remind you and help you grow.” Erin was happy that he so readily accepted the rules she set; they really weren’t too bad from her point of view either. She suspected that a few more rules would get made in the future, as a result of specific situations or circumstances that made themselves apparent. One benefit of having an unregressed Little was that you could more or less trust them to not unintentionally kill themselves through childhood ignorance – it meant that she didn’t need to make a specific rule for every single thing. Unacknowledged by both of them, but perhaps more important than the agreement to any specific rule was Luke’s acknowledgement that Erin even could set rules. Back home, there was nobody really in charge of him; here, he already understood that Littles, including himself would be looked after. “What’s the punishment if I do break a rule?” Luke was more curious than anything, after the relief from an almost completely normal ruleset, he wasn’t too worried about what would happen if he happened to break a rule. “Well, I had been planning on withholding desserts and stuff like that.” Erin gave a small laugh. “Buuuut, given your dietary preferences, I think that would end up being more of a punishment for me than you. No, I think outside of me just reminding you to behave better, timeout or loss of TV privileges would be appropriate.” “Oh.” Timeout was more infantilizing than Luke expected, but thinking on it, outside of spanking, he couldn’t really imagine a punishment that would be effective for somebody his age. “I don’t think I’ve been put in timeout since I was like eight years old.” “Well, behave and you still won’t. But that’s part of why it’s effective for unregressed Littles, most books recommend timeout as discipline for both regressed and unregressed Littles, though it’s effective for obviously different reasons.” “Hmm, I see.” He didn’t really, but assumed that it was some combination of making the unregressed Little feel Littler than they wanted, which he thought was somewhat inappropriate for a punishment, and boredom, which he assumed was the reason it was punishment for a regressed Littles as well. “Well, if you have suggestions or questions or other things you want to talk about, feel free to ask me anytime. But before we get to the second thing I wanted to discuss, do you need a change? With the rash you have, it’s important that you get changed as quickly as possible after either wetting or messing.” Luke blushed deep red. He had wet after waking up from his nap, like he usually did, though he couldn’t really feel any irritation besides the initial diaper rash thanks to Erin’s assiduous application of rash cream. “Uh, yeah, I guess I could use a change.” “Alright. In the future, just let me know. We’ve got to be especially diligent for now.” Erin didn’t think Luke would want her checking him instead. During the change, Luke decided to ask a question that had been weighing on him since his nap time, something that would probably determine at least some of Erin’s future expectations regarding him as well. Plus it would fill the awkward silence. “Hey, Erin, um, what were you hoping for or expecting when you signed up to adopt an Accidental Little?” He knew she did expect what she had gotten, but wanted to understand her desires for having a Little, and what her ‘ideal’ relationship would be. “Well.” Erin applied more rash cream and taped Luke into a new diaper as she thought to herself how best to describe what she had been thinking. She didn’t want to alienate him again. “Well, I pretty much always wanted a Little, and I Littlesat a lot as a teenager. But my parents don’t really support the idea of mentally regressing a species, and to some extent I agree with them on that. So, I decided relatively young that I’d adopt an unregressed Little whenever I was able to. But, Aquitane doesn’t get many unregressed adoptions – they all go to Itali, and with my financial windfall, I had enough resources in place that I’d be able to support an Accidental Little. So I applied a few months ago, and then I got the call about you and, obviously, I said yes. And here we are.” Luke was still laying down on the changing table looking up at Erin. The diaper change was over, and his legs were starting to get a bit chilly. He still wanted to know more. “But, I mean, what did you want in a Little?” “I just wanted to help you through the obviously hard time of being plopped in a new world, and eventually get you settled and help you thrive.” Luke gave Erin a look. This was obviously not what he was looking for Erin to expand on. Erin wracked her brain. How much could she tell him without freaking him out. He obviously wanted her to be honest with him, but there’s honest and there’s overwhelming. She took a deep breath. “I wanted someone I could take care of. I wanted a Little that I could support in whatever they do, and when they get hurt or need help, I could make it all better. I wanted a Little who would be excited to see me if I was picking them up from daycare, who I could cuddle with, who I could sometimes snuggle with. And I guess I sort of wanted a friend and life partner, in a sort of mutually supporting way.” Erin was sniffling a little bit, she didn’t think she’d make herself cry when saying what she had been looking forward to. She hadn’t planned on saying that much, but once she had started, she couldn’t stop. Verbalizing it had made it apparent to her that she wasn’t receiving any of the things that she wanted, which hurt emotionally. It also hurt and embarrassed her now, saying it out loud, that those were the things she wanted in a Little, like it was inappropriate to have those desires in the first place. She hoped Luke wouldn’t judge her too harshly. Luke didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t all that surprised by what Erin wanted, but he didn’t think he could give it to her. And he knew that trying to provide a solution or comforting her now wouldn’t be that helpful. He couldn’t exactly pat her on the shoulder. He could at least get them moving back to the living room; his legs really were getting chilly. “How about we have that other talk you wanted?” Erin pulled Luke’s sweats up from his ankles and set him on the ground. They were on the couch. Luke was sitting criss-cross, and kind of folding his body in-between two of the back cushions, something he’d done a lot as a kid. “So.” He let it hang in the air. “So.” Erin mentally and emotionally gathered herself for a fight. She didn’t think Luke would take this talk as well as the other talk. “So.” “So, I think we should start making some goals towards things that would help you fit in better here in this world.” She let it hang in the air. “You want me to become Littler.” Well, yes she did, but there was more to it than that. “I want to build kind of a goal set or development plan to help you become happier here. As I said before, I think the easiest way for you to find your niche is to fit better with other Littles here, otherwise, you’ll only ever be able to interact with me. To do that, we need to find Little things that you’re already okay with, to get a foothold we can build on.” “I don’t want to get Littler. It feels like I’m being treated too Little already. You saw my sister making fun of me.” He gave a big shake of his head. “I don’t want that. There’s nothing to build on, because I don’t want to build.” “Luke. You’re never going to be happy just sticking with the way things are. You know that. You don’t need to get a lot Littler, I obviously don’t want you to be regressed. I want you to be able to interact with other Littles and Bigs positively. I want you to be able to let go and have fun. I can’t make the world fit you.” “I shouldn’t have to be made to fit this world!” He was already entering angry pout mode. “I agree! But I’m more interested in a practical solution towards helping you find happiness than I am writing a political essay about the right way for our world to treat Littles.” “So what do you want me to do?! Drink from a bottle, use a pacifier, carry a teddy bear around? I’d add wear a diaper and sleep in a crib, but oh hey! I’m already doing those things!” He was getting himself worked up. As much as he’d felt cold just a bit ago, now he felt way too hot. His breathing was becoming more ragged, he could feel the explosion coming. Luke was kind of looking forward to it. Erin reach and set her hand on his shoulder. Her tone was comforting, but firm. “Hey. Take a deep breath.” Luke didn’t, but he also didn’t look like he was gonna pop instantly. “I’m not going to make you do any of those things. I’m not gonna make you a baby. I just want to find something, anything, that you’d be okay with doing that qualifies as Little, and then we build slowly, emphasis slowly, from there.” Luke didn’t say anything for a solid minute and a half. Erin never took her hand from his shoulder. Once he got his breathing under control, he started thinking if there was anything childish he was okay with. He could actually think of a few things, but he didn’t want to say them. Luke quietly mumbled, his hot anger having worn off, but his unhappiness remaining. “There’s nothing.” Erin was getting better at reading him. “You don’t have to be embarrassed by wanting to do anything Little. I’m not going to push you beyond a pace you’re okay with. Frankly, I’m probably treating you more maturely than anybody else in Aquitane will.” “Great, that’s a real confidence booster.” The sarcasm was thick in Luke’s voice. “I’m just saying, even if it’s just one thing. We should start somewhere. I didn’t think this was gonna be a fast process.” Come on Luke, just spit it out. “Well.” Now Erin was curious. What could it be that was so embarrassing? “Uh, huh?” She tried to coax him along. “I guess, I guess I don’t mind being held so much.” Not what Erin was expecting given the first day’s bottle incident, but one that made her immediately excited. This wasn’t that useful in terms of fitting in, but would definitely make herself happier, and they had to start somewhere. She tried to stay under control. “Like what do you mean? Or did you have in mind?” She tried to keep any judgement or excitement out of her voice. “When I sat on your lap when playing Labyrinths and Minotaurs, or when you pick me up, or hugged me at the park. That I liked, I guess. Not all the time, but sometimes.” “So, would it be okay if I held you in my lap right now?” She still tried to keep her voice professional, but the desire was obvious. Luke gave a thin smile. He knew what she was getting at. “Yes, it would be okay.” Erin scooched a bit, held out her arms with a look, clarifying now, since Luke was okay with it, that it hadn’t been a hypothetical question. He nodded. Erin gripped him from under his thighs, supporting his back with her other hand. She set him in her lap, wrapping both arms around him in a gentle but firm hug. She set her chin lightly on top of his head, her whole body gently enveloping his. She hadn’t meant to, hadn’t done it consciously, but Erin had wanted to hug him this way since the first time she saw him, and now she finally got to. It felt just as good as she had thought it would. Luke leaned back into the hug. He may have understated how okay with it he was. Now that he was sitting in Erin’s lap, he kind of regretted rebuffing her bottle feed attempt on the first day. He’d given up a week of feels like these just to seem a little more mature. Not that he wanted to drink from a bottle anytime soon. At least that's what he thought he thought. Erin released one of her arms and leaned back against the couch. Luke kept leaning back into her chest, relaxing his weight against her. He was getting sleepy. His nap definitely wasn’t long enough. “You know, we’ve still got to find some stuff to build on.” “Uh, huh.” Erin’s warmth felt too good. Erin could tell that Luke wasn’t really in a discussing mood anymore. “How about I make a list of things, and then we can go through them, you can kind of pick and choose which things you’ll be okay with.” “Sure.” Luke’s eyes were already closed. Erin brought her other arm back around his torso and held him as he fell asleep. She sat there with him napping against her chest for the next nearly two hours. It was two of the best hours of Erin’s life. That night, Erin made two lists. The first was a list of goals and things to do that she would share with Luke, events and activities that would indicate he was fitting in better in this world. She tried to make all of them have a positive context; the point of him becoming Littler was for his happiness in the first place. The second list was one Erin would keep private, to herself. This was a list of goals she had for Luke that she didn’t necessarily want to share with him, things that would indicate he was more accepting of acting and being Little, things which he would take umbrage to if he were to read. She kept that list in a drawer in her office and put the public list on the dining room table.

Chapter 4 Dream-time Playmate Katie was sitting in a playpen playing with her new toys. The three thick diapers fit snuggly around her butt thanks to the pink onesie she was wearing. It spread her legs out so much that she had to crawl everywhere, but she didn’t care as the carpet was practically clouds. Her pacifier was being sucked in more frequent repetition than even Maggie Simpson. And to even her surprise her blond hair was curled into two adorable pigtails. “Katie, I went pee pee!!” Katie turned around to see her Mommy shaking her in excitement. Mimi was dressed even more babyish than Katie. She was wearing a light blue fairy dress with the words ‘Baby Mimi’ written in toddler block format. It was also apparent that she was not wearing a bra underneath. She was also wearing wool mittens that restricted use of her hands. On top her head was a baby bonnet. Long wool socks stretched two inches above the knees. “Wreaally?” Katie asked from behind the pacifier. “Wreally!” Mimi said lifting up the dress to reveal her wet sagging diaper. It looked like an overgrown Goodnite diaper with smiling flower designs all over it. Katie patted the front as both girls giggled. The two looked like they had been playing for hours. There was even a crayon drawing of the two of them holding hands. Mimi giggled: “Did you go pee pee yet? Katie: “No. Soon though. These diapers could hold a swimming pool.” Mimi: “No. A diaper swimming pool. You lie.” Katie: “Nuh-uh. They that thick. Spank me to see.” Mimi: “Okay.” She spanked Katie on her diaper that caused a loud crinkly smack equivalent to hitting a drum. Katie: “Again!” Mimi kept doing it several times to the rhyme and eventually singing the song “Here I come and I want to go home.” The last smack knocked Katie to the ground where she accidently spit out her pacifier.” Katie cried: “Waaaaaaaaah!” Mimi: “Katie no! Mommy here!!” She soothed her daughter in her breasts while stroking her pigtails to calm her down. Katie ended up flooding her diapers. Katie managed to calm down as she grabbed another stuffed animal to cuddle and Mimi inserted another pacifier in her mouth. They continued playing on and also admiring their diapered states. Mimi shifted around so much that the back of her dress got tucked in a little bit completely exposing the back of her diaper to anyone who saw her from behind. Right now they were playing with letter blocks. Katie spelled: “P-A-C-I-F-I-UM… E!!! Yes E! R! Pacifier!!!” She sucked hers quite happily. Mimi clapped: “My baby’s a genius!! Me next! Mommy will teach you her name. M-E-M-E! Mimi!! Mommy is Mimi and loves her diapees!!” Katie booed: “That not how it spelled. Tickle punishment!!” She tickled Mimi until she was thrashing on the floor.” Mimi laughed: “Hahahahaha!!!” pssssssss. “No fair. You made Mommy pee again.” Despite the complaint she didn’t seem so mad. Heck happy even. “Mommy wants another turn.” Katie: “Okay, but next time I spank you on the tooshie. Spell my name.” Mimi set herself next to the blocks again and clumsily fiddled with them with the restrictions of her mittens. Katie eyed her carefully to make sure her Mommy wouldn’t cheat. There was a rumbling in her tummy but she just ignored it. Mimi: “K-A-T-I-E! Katie!! Katie my baby!!” Katie: “Mommy, hou you know my name, ba no ur name?” Mimi: “I wuv you more than anything. You’re my baby.” Katie: “You’re my baby!” Mimi giggled and kissed her on the forehead: “You’re my baby.” Her stomach rumbled. “I’m hungry.” And out of thin air somebody materialized. It was Gwen from Phoenix Pharmacy. She was prettier and more radiant than Katie had ever seen her. She was dressed up in a t shirt, diaper and apron that said Phoenix on it. She was holding a baby bottle in her hand. Katie was confused: “Gwen. Why are you ‘ere? Where are your pants.” Gwen: “Silly girl. I’m you and your mommy’s personal nanny. And I never cover up my diapee. Tee hee.” She takes the opportunity to inspect both of their diapers. Katie: “Eep.” Gwen: “Both very wet, but I’ll change you after feeding.” Mimi: “Me first!! Me first!!” Gwen: “Katie, do you mind?” Katie: “K.” Her attention was more on her upset tummy. She didn’t have to pee, but the other thing. Gwen lifted Mimi out of the playpen with superhuman strength and carried her over to the couch where she placed Mimi on her lap and proceeded to feed her baby formula from a bottle. Mimi happily drank from the bottle like an actual baby. “Yummy! More!” Gwen: “My my, you’re a hungry baby. Here you go little one.” She inserted the nipple of another baby bottle in Mimi’s mouth, which she happily enjoyed. She drooled a little bit which landed on her bib. Gwen also wiped it off her cheek while she nursed. Meanwhile, Katie was drooling too. Now she wanted milkie time like her mommy. To get burped like Gwen was doing to Mimi right now.” Mimi: “Burp!! Again!!” Katie moaned: “Grrooooan!!” Gwen took noticed, but couldn’t go to help as Mimi was tugging her hair for another bottle. Desperate Mimi set her down and let her drink from a bottle on her own. She had to hold it with both hands due to the mittens. “Yay! I’m a big girl now.” Mimi exclaimed before happily sucking on her third baby bottle. Gwen walked over to Katie who was hanging at the edge of the playpen, head sticking out. Gwen: “What’s wrong Katie? Are you hungry!” Katie: “No. Well yes, but I feel poopie.” Gwen: “Oh don’t worry girl. It’s okay to go poopie in front of me and Mommy.” Katie: “I can’t. I don’t know how. And it hurts!!” Gwen: “That won’t do. Let Gwen be your teacher.” Gwen starts her demonstration by squatting down. “Just squat and push.” She turns around to show off the back of her diaper to Katie. Katie watches in awe and admiration as Gwen messes her diaper. The diaper expands and sags as she finishes her business relieved. “Aw much better.” Gwen smiled as she turned around, still in her squatting position. Katie: “P-U! You smell like poopie.” Gwen giggles: “I like to poopie in my diapee. Don’t you want to be like me?” Katie: “You’re my hero!!” She begins to squat and struggles to push. After 5 minutes she completed a load in the back of her diaper.” Gwen pats her on the head. “Good girl.” This caused Katie to lose balance as she land on her diaper. The mess spread everywhere, but strangely, it made Katie feel good. “Look mommy I went stinky like Gwen!!” Mimi burps after just finishing her bottle. She gives a thumbs up and struggles to get up. Gwen rushes to Mimi to stop her from falling: “Mimi, let me get you to back to the play pen while I change your daughter.” Katie objects: “No! Mommy got milky, now I want milky too! No fair! No fair! No fair!” She even throws a stuffed animal out of the play pen. Mimi: “Give Katie milky!” Gwen: “Well it’s not like 10 minutes will give you a rash. Oops. I think Mommy drank it all.” Mimi burped again. Katie cried over how jealous and hungry she was. It was out of character of her normal zen personality, but Katie didn’t care because this was her diaper time and this hurt her feelings. Not even Gwen could calm her down. Just then Mimi lowered her dress to show off her breasts. It felt strange to Mimi, but strangely enticing. “I have milky! Drink from Mommy.” Katie was confused, but Gwen just lifted her up from the play pen, removed her pacifier, and carried her in her arms to the couch where Mimi was, no questions asked. She was set down on Mimi’s lap as she cuddles her daughter to her boob. As confusing as it was, Katie just rolled with it. Time became uncountable as she breastfed from her mommy. It felt different than normal milk. Was it better or worse? Did it feel this way when she was a baby? She didn’t know. She just didn’t want to leave the moment. During the process, Katie let go of her bladder again. It was a good thing she was wearing a diaper. She simply shifted to the next boob to suck on. At this point she didn’t even miss the pacifier. Suddenly Mimi started shifting around. Katie felt wet underneath, but this time it wasn’t from her own diaper because she felt it on her Thys. She was pushed away from her feeding that caused her to cry a little bit. She felt damp and hungry. “Waaaaaaaaaah!!” Katie cried like an actual baby. She looked down to notice that Mimi had wet herself too, but this time it leaked. The pee spread through the dress and ruining the couch. Both girls felt icky all over that Mimi started crying too. Mimi cried: “Wah Wah Wah!! Wah Wah Wah!!” It was an unusual wail. Almost like the rhyme of an alarm clock. Katie: “Mommy?” *************************************************** Beep Beep Beep!! Beep Beep Beep! Psssssssssss “Huh” Katie thought confused just opening her eyes. She was hearing the sound of an alarm clock. Gathering her surroundings she took notice of several things. She had fallen asleep in her Mommy’s room while trying to comfort her from the nightmare. She thought, “But that dream felt so real. I..” She quickly inspected her diaper with her left hand. “Phew…still dry and no mess. A little disappointing, but honestly better for the long term. Soon though. Did mommy?” Being pressed up against Mimi’s diaper, she feel a faint warmness. Katie couldn’t understand why because it should be cold by now. “OMG did Mommy wet the bed without needing me!!!! Yes!! I mean oh nooooooo. Oh screw it, nobody can hear my thoughts. Not even that weird dream? I wonder why I dreamed about >///////<.” Her face blushed a deep tomato red with the combination of remembering her weird unconscious Freudian desire to breastfeed and at this moment her left hand was wrapped around for the hug to grip onto her Mommy’s boob. All thoughts are just radio static at this point. And to make matters worse. Beep Beep Beep!! Mimi groaned as she was not a morning person. “Oh no!!” Katie thought. She was in the worst possible situation would be in. It was morning when Mommy wakes up. Scratch that, waking up right now. The little people that make up the subconscious were on full on panic mode to develop a reaction of what to do next because if captured, screw a spanking. Try the loony bin. She did the only thing she could do…she rolled in the opposite direction off the bed. She just had to make it to the door before Mommy opened her eyes, oh no too late, she was sitting up with a drowsy look. “Ugh. Why do my breasts ache?” Mimi groaned still half asleep. She also had the worst case of bed hair right now. Katie struggled to make it underneath the bed as quickly as possible. Luckily her Mommy never kept anything underneath there. She was safe for now, but trapped with no way out. ************************************ Mimi felt groggier than usual this morning. She felt like she had a bad nightmare while asleep involving her diaper. Her breasts also ached for some reason. “Hmm. My bed doesn’t feel wet this time” Mimi mumbles to herself. She then remembers the choice of underwear she was currently wearing. She shuffled around to get a feeling of it. The feeling of the diaper now felt squishy from obvious usage. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Why does this keep happening?” At the very least the diaper didn’t leak, but it seemed like she did quite a number on it. Mimi was debating changing into a fresh diaper to fool her daughter into thinking she had a dry night. If it wasn’t for these sleeping pills she might be able to wake up during the night to use the bathroom. Something to consider. “Crap” She thought. She had left the diapers in Katie’s room last night. **************************************** Katie was busy listening to her mommy’s complaints from underneath the bed. She just needed to wait for her to leave and then she could stop hiding. And was then she saw right in front of horror or all horrors. The bowl of water she used on mommy last night. “No no no” Katie thought. If mommy saw that, then her plan would be ruined and she would be in so much trouble. With all of her might she crawled underneath the bed to reach the bowl on the other side. The bed makes an excellent hiding spot for kids while playing hide and seek, but the older you get harder it is to move around. The added diaper bulk didn’t help either. She just barely pulled the bowl over as her mommy set her foot down. Katie had nearly peed her diaper as a result. Almost. Mimi was too busy rubbing her tired eyes to notice anything. Katie could just barely hear. Mimi: “Why did I have to leave those diapers in Katie’s room?” She was busy making her bed. Katie was able to just barely see Mimi’s sagging diaper peek out from underneath the nightie and thought how cute she looked. Mimi on the other hand hated how it made her waddle with each step. “How was Katie able to move around like this last night?” Mimi pulled a bathrobe to cover up her state before exiting out of the door. “That was close.” Katie thought. “But calmness was guaranteed to keep me hidden.” After debating what to do with the bowl she decided it was less risky to keep it in her room than her mommy’s. She slowly got out of the bed and quietly tip toed her way to the door. After checking to make sure the coast was clear she quietly moved towards her room. “Katie!!!” came the concerned voice of her mommy. Nearly spilling the water, she slipped into her room. ***************************************************** Mimi was surprised to not see her daughter out and about. Recently she had been much more active in the mornings. Either way she definitely needed out of this damp diaper. Maybe that girl just forgot to set the alarm clock, she thought. Mimi proclaimed: “Well I’m her mother, and like hell am I going to be a dependent.” She went off to pack Katie a lunch. As she placed it in Katie’s backpack, she noticed the pack of Pull Ups they bought yesterday. The blonde model looked familiar, but she couldn’t remember who she was or fathom why anyone would be willing to model diapers. She decided to grab three and put them in Katie’s bag. If her daughter was so willing to do this then she might as well pack them. Lord knows if she decides to wet herself on purpose again like yesterday. Still as annoying as the diapers were at least her bed was dry for once. Not even bothering to wait for Katie she headed to the bathroom to take a shower. She made sure to do her morning business first by taking off the diaper and throwing it in the trash before sitting on the toilet to relieve herself. She was happy to finally be free of the infantile underwear as she enjoyed a fresh morning shower. As part of the morning routine she spent the next 30 minutes on her hair and makeup. Feeling refreshed she was ready to start her day full of looks and confidence. She even got dressed in normal panties not even thinking of the rules set up last night. After enjoying a nice coffee filled breakfast while reading the news paper she realized that it was 7:35 am and Katie still wasn’t up yet. She should have been up by now. Mimi walked to her daughter’s room to see the door still slightly opened. Katie hadn’t slept like that since she was ten and had assumed she was awake. When Mimi opened the door she saw her teenage daughter sound asleep in the childish pajamas she went to bed in. Katie was face first in the pillow with her butt lifting up. A muffled snore could be heard through the pillow. “Katie snores?” Mimi thought. “I did not know that. She must have forgotten to set her alarm again.” Before waking her daughter up, curiosity struck Mimi. She touched her daughter’s padded bottom through the covers and rubbed to investigate any damage. To her knowledge it was dry. A little disappointed she shook her daughter. “Katie, wake up. You overslept and are going to be late for school.” “What! Oh no that terrible!” Katie said surprising full of energy as she woke up. She dramatically pulled off her covers. “How late am I?! I need to get dressed.” She said as she was getting out of bed showing off her cute PJs with the added bulge. Mimi: “Not so fast young lady. You remember the deal. I have to inspect to make sure you didn’t wet the bed.” “Sure” Katie said stripping off her PJs way too quickly until she was only in a t shirt and diaper. “I suddenly really have to use the toilet right now anyway.” Mimi: “Not so fast young lady. I have to inspect to make sure you didn’t pee in it.” She then proceeded to stick to fingers in her daughter’s diaper. “Mom? >///<” Katie blushed nearly pushing her mommy away. Mimi: “Hush. This is how babies get their diapers checked. I did this for you all of the time while you were a baby.” Finished she let go. “Well you’re dry.” Katie: “Thanks. Now your turn.” She patted her mommy’s crotch and noticed no crinkle. “What gives? What happened to your diaper.” Mimi stomped: “Katie don’t you dare due that to other people!!” Katie: “You wet didn’t you.” Mimi blushed and deflected: “No. Anyway you’re running late.” Katie had a very angry look in her face that Mimi read as “What a hypocrite you are mom!!” Instead Katie took a deep breath and walked out of the door. Mimi slowly followed to see Katie go into the bathroom. “Moooooooom!” Katie said coming out holding a wet folded up diaper. “Care to explain this?” Mimi was kicking herself for not hiding it better. Of all of the stupid things to do. She had nothing to say. Katie: “Not only did you wet the bed, but you also lied about it like a toddler.” Mimi: “Well you were awake and needed to use the bathroom. You don’t expect me to wait for your okay.” Katie: “No, but we agreed that on mornings you wake up wet, that we would both wear a pull up.” Mimi sighed: “You’re right Katie and I’m sorry.” Katie: “Well good.” She walked over to the pull ups in the living room and grabbed two pull ups. On the way to the bathroom she handed one to Mimi. “I’ll hold up my side of the agreement and hope you follow through with yours. It’s for your own good mom.” She then went into the bathroom and locked the door behind her much to the dumbfounded Mimi over her daughter’s new authority. ************************************************************* Katie took a deep breath followed by a huge sigh of relief that it worked out so well. After hearing Mommy call her name, she just panicked and went in the room without closing it. She kept the bowl hidden underneath the bed and hid herself hidden underneath the sheets with a phony snore in order to feign sleeping. She was so nervous that she didn’t bother getting up even when Mommy got in. She certainly didn’t expect to be rubbed like that. And then that diaper inspection when she was in that vulnerable state with diaper sticking out. She could not believe she nearly orgasmed. She didn’t even care that it was her mom, because she was getting the baby treatment she wanted. She took off her t shirt and looked at herself in the mirror. She was naked except for a dry diaper. Katie thought: “It’s a shame this diapee has to go to waste. Baby wants to go pee pee in her diapee and not a potty.” She was almost tempted to wet herself right there. After all she already got inspected and was throwing the diaper away anyway. No. She couldn’t do that. This was a classic mistake in ABDL stories where girls punished in diapers ended up having accidents in the bathroom because they couldn’t remove the tapes fast enough. Their parents eventually found their soiled diapers hidden in the trash and lost their changing privileges. Today there were only supposed to be one wet diaper in the trash. She looked at it and had an idea. Katie giggled as she removed the tapes of her dry diaper and let it fall to the floor. She then grabbed Mimi’s used diaper from the trash. She unfolded the moist content as she pushed it against her crotch feeling like a genius. It felt cold, icky, and not as comfy as a fresh diaper. “Mommy sure did a number on you, huh diapee” Katie thought relishing in her little persona. “Hooray that you kept her bed dry, but you might leak if I use you know.” She struggled to keep the loose tapes together in a fashion that would guarantee leaking. To compensate she sat down on the toilet seat as if using it for real. She made sure to keep her hands pressed real tight against the crotch and butt as she relieved a river into the diaper. The flow just kept coming, never stopping, even as the excess leaked onto her hands and dripping in the toilet. This relieve felt better than her dream because she could actually feel the full extent in reality. She almost never wanted to use a potty again if it always felt this good. After flushing and washing her hands she admired herself in the mirror while sucking her thumb. Her mommy’s diaper felt so thick, wet and saggy around her. Just pinching it made it leak a little. She didn’t want to take it off. Babies weren’t allowed to remove their diapees. She wanted Mommy or a babysitter, preferably a strong boy that could cradle her in her arms or at least Gwen, to change her into a nice clean diapee. She was in heat. However, she had school to get to. After brushing her teeth, she removed the wet diaper and both into the trash can leaving her naked. She then proceeded to wipe her diaper area clean. She knew that she wouldn’t have time to shower so she pulled her pull up on like regular underwear. Despite preferring diapers, Katie still liked the feeling. These purple Pull Ups made her feel confident to wear them. Almost sexy, although that wasn’t really the look she’d prefer. She rushed back to her room to pick out her outfit for the day. To cover up the diaper, Katie chose designer jeans that did well to cover up the slight bulk. As she was gathering her school supplies her Mommy was knocking on the door. Mimi: “Katie! Hurry up! You just missed the bus.” She walked in without permission. Her walk had a slight crinkle that Katie recognized. However, Katie was not happy to hear that she missed the bus because she did not want to be late for school. Katie shivered: “Sorry.” Mommy was always so scary whenever either of them ran late to something and today was no exception. “I’m almost ready to leave.” Mimi handed Katie her back pack and keys. “I already packed your lunch in here. I have a conference call in an hour so I need you to drive to school.” Katie: “You packed me lunch.” She was more surprised about that than the car. More focused she grabs the keys and back pack as she slings it around her shoulders. “I mean thanks Mom, I’ll take good care of it. Oh yeah Pull Up check.” She unzips and lowers her jeans to show off her pull up to Mommy. She did with pride to be wearing one. She turns around to show off the back of it before saying. “Okay, you’re turn.” Despite being hesitant, Mimi agreed and unzipped her pants to show off her Pull up. “Happy? Because we’ll both be wearing it the rest of the day.” Katie: “I hope. Buddha belief, but after this morning I don’t know if I can trust you to not switch to panties right after I leave for school.” Mimi: “Well that’s called being a parent.” Katie: “Put all of underwear in the wash.” Mimi: “What?” Katie: “If we put all of our panties in the wash and refuse to dry till I get back home then I will trust that you kept the Pull Up on. I know how much we both have and I know you’re not petty enough to buy new ones.” Mimi: “Katie don’t make me bend you over to spank you for being late.” She said pulling her pants back up. Katie: “If that is the path of righteousness then I’d gladly take it and detention then let my mother be a promise breaker.” She turns around and bends over leaving her Pull Up exposed ready to call her Mommy’s bluff. She even spanked it once for extra measure. Falling fall the bluff Mimi agreed to the deal. It only took them a minute for them to pour all of their underwear into the washing machine to start. With that Katie was ready to start her day. Mimi: “I still wish you’d at brush your hair.” “I’ll borrow Melody’s brush when I get to school.” Katie said shoving a piece of toast in her mouth before rushing to the door. “Anyway, got to leave. Try to keep your pull up dry. Love you. Bye.” And with that Katie was driving to school. “Try to keep your Pull Up dry.” Mimi mimicking what her daughter just said. That made her very angry even to the point where she kicked the washer. She storms off towards her room to look for her sleeping pills kept inside her nightstand cabinet. She stormed out oblivious to the pacifier hidden deep inside her bedsheets. Once in the bathroom she looked inside the toilet and dumped the contents of her medication down before finishing with a flush. Mimi: “I’ll never wet again.” To be continued…

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I guess, when Luke was first introduced to the dimension, the trauma of that first toilet experience made him never really question having to use diapers. He probably just hasn't though deeply about Bigs who have children to potty train. Breaking the fourth wall, I didn't really want to write another story about unwanted diaper use, I don't think using diapers in really life is such a big deal. I wanted to explore more of the other parts of adult babyhood (in this case Littlehood), without having to deal with diapers usage too much (the consequences of diaper usage are another story). I think 'Done Adulting' is the ideal story for exploring undesired diaper usage in this dimension. Thinking more on my last chapter, I don't think Erin could have left things as they were that night. So you get an addendum to chapter 8! Also, thanks to @Pierry Louys and @SGTbaby chapter 9 will definitely include Erin learning to parent better from Lindsey. It's time for the weekly parental call anyway. Chapter 8, Addendum Donny had texted Erin almost immediately after leaving her condo. He felt awkward standing up for Luke, especially because he still felt like the outsider, but also because of Luke’s overreaction. What Beth had done was not okay, and while he usually appreciated her contributions to the group, he knew that many others found her somewhat overbearing, though he hadn’t thought of her as directly mean as she had been at Erin’s place. Once Erin heard and understood, she felt the worst she had since Luke said he didn’t want her to adopt him in the hospital. Now she felt like she didn’t deserve to adopt him. She allowed her best friend to manipulate her into hurting Luke, she guessed for some perceived retribution to right the wrongs he had inflicted upon her. But Erin knew that what Beth, and then she, had done was wrong, and she needed to apologize to Luke for what she had done. She also needed to talk to Beth to make sure it didn’t happen again, she didn’t want to lose her best friend or her Little. Erin reentered Luke’s room. He was still sleeping, though by the disheveled blankets, it was obvious his sleep wasn’t sound. He hadn’t even changed into pajamas. She walked over to his crib, staring down at his tiny frame, she wondered how could so much pain and emotion fit in such a small package. She also wondered how others that hadn’t met an unregressed Little could think of humans as simple, easily understandable beings. Her parents knew that wasn’t the case, but now, Erin was pretty sure that even they didn’t understand the difference between Bigs’ perception and the reality of someone like Luke. She crouched down so that she wouldn’t tower over him, and gently shook him awake. He turned to look at her, not surprised or angry, just groggy. “Hey Luke. I’d like to apologize to you. Do you mind if we chat for a little bit?” “Sure. That’s okay.” He stretched out his body, working out kinks in his back and neck that would surely have left him uncomfortable if he had slept through the whole night. “Let’s go to the living room. We can chat on the couch.” Luke toddled along while Erin slowly walked by his side. She lifted him onto the couch and then sat down next to him. She took a deep breath. Luke took one too; would she diminish him again, even in her apology? He was nervous, and trying hard to find the anger he had felt towards Erin at the time, but simply couldn’t conjure it up. “So, I’m sorry. I treated you badly, sending you to your room the first time. You should have been allowed to stay out in the living room. I didn’t stick up for you when Beth was treating you poorly. And I’m sorry again for how Beth treated you after our game, she baited you into your reaction and was simply mean. You were right to be angry, and it’s my fault for not understanding why. I’m sorry again for not protecting you.” She waited for his response. He seemed to be carefully considering what he would say, and it took a minute for him to speak. Luke knew now (and had known since the day after the toilet incident in the hospital) that Erin would never intentionally hurt him. Sometimes her desire for him to act more like a normal Little hurt him (or he thought it should), but not through any bad intention. “I forgive you.” He sighed, he didn’t want to hurt Erin with what he was about to say, but he felt he needed to speak for himself. This wasn’t a tantrum or lashing out, this was Luke protecting Luke. “Beth manipulated you too. She knows that you don’t like conflict, and used you to hurt me. And you did hurt me. I tried really hard the first time to not lash out, and honestly I thought I handled myself pretty well. I don’t know why Beth has such a vendetta against me. But I can handle her not liking me, I can’t handle her using you to hurt me, I can’t protect myself from you. Our relationship has been getting better, and that honestly set it back a bit.” Erin felt even worse, did Luke really feel like she could be dangerous to him? However, she appreciated that Luke was truly trying to make their relationship work. “I understand, and I really appreciate you telling me so clearly. I will work harder to make sure things like that don’t happen in the future, and I promise, really promise, that I will not hurt you. I’ll talk to Beth too; I’ll make her understand that what she did was not okay.” Erin wasn’t looking forward to that conversation. Beth was always the one sticking up for her, protecting her, guiding her, Erin usually followed along, though Beth hadn’t really done anything like the day’s events previously. She would need to put her foot down. “Thanks. And again, I forgive you.” He put his hand out for Erin to shake. She smiled weakly and engulfed his tiny hand in hers. She wished he had gone for a hug instead, though she understood that would be a long time in coming, especially after today. “Let’s get you back to bed. How about I get you some water while you change into PJs.” Later that evening, Erin was sitting in the rocking chair in Luke’s room, watching him sleep. She knew that Luke wasn’t really at fault for some of his behavior during the day, but she also knew that the angry reactions, cursing, and hurtful comments would prevent him from integrating well into society, even as an unregressed Little. He needed a stronger parental figure than she was providing, and Erin figured that she would need advice and assistance in the near future if they were to make real progress in getting Luke settled.

Here's my update The goal of this chapter was to highlight (at least somewhat) that all my characters are fallible. Erin is definitely caring, kind, and mostly understanding, but she still makes mistakes, as does Luke (as we all know), and everyone else in the story. I now have a framework in mind for a new climax/major conflict section that I think fits in much better than the previous one does. Chapter 8 “I just want to make sure you understand what he’s okay with. He’s still new, so a lot of things are triggering to him.” Elizabeth was getting bored. This was the third time Erin had called her to make sure she knew what to do and not to do when meeting Luke. Elizabeth - Beth to her friends, got it: Luke was basically just a really short, really tiny, apparently very cute Big. She could deal with that. What she couldn’t deal with where the four other times Erin had called her crying or near tears about things Luke had done or said to her; sometimes it was Luke being mean, sometimes it was Erin feeling sorry for herself that she couldn’t make Luke happy. In the almost week that Erin had known Luke, Beth had been called seven times, along with innumerable text messages. While she understood that Luke had been going through hard times, and that part of Erin’s calls was just her venting, Beth was tired of Luke’s shit. “Trust me Erin. I’ve got it. I’ll treat him with respect.” Not that he deserved it. “See you soon.” Two more days had passed since Luke’s experience at the park. That day he had mostly been subdued, crying in his room. The day after, Erin had forced them both to go back to the park – it had been the first time she had put her foot down with Luke: He hadn’t wanted to exercise in the morning, but went along with it when she insisted (Erin even led the yoga), after his morning nap, she pulled them along for a longer walk in the park, no picnic this time, and they weren’t accosted by any ignorant Bigs; Erin and Luke only received smiles for what a cute pair they were. The rest of the time was spent with Luke deep in his melancholy, he mainly just read some of his books or laid in bed, he never played, didn’t ask to watch any more movies. He was still passing the occasional snide remark, but it mostly momentum from his initial outbursts, he didn’t have the hate behind it that he used to. He had awoken to nightmares during a couple of his sleeps. Those were the only times Erin got to hold him, she had stopped being gratified by it, mostly just sad that her Little boy was so miserable. Erin hoped that today, with her friends coming over, he would get broken out of his extra-funk. “So, today, some of my friends will be coming over to hang out. You’re welcome to join us.” She tried to keep her tone upbeat, but was worried that a change to his routine would have him lashing out. “What are you guys gonna do?” Meeting new people didn’t sound so bad. If they were like Erin, they’d probably be nice to him. “Well, we usually have a semi-weekly ‘Labyrinths and Minotaurs’ get together. I’m usually the host, and they’ll bring the snacks and stuff.” “Hmm, what’s ‘Labyrinths and Minotaurs’?” It sounded extremely nerdy. “Oh, it’s awesome! It’s a tabletop role playing game. Basically, you represent a character you create, and through dice rolls and role playing, you go on an adventure! We’ve been playing our current campaign for a couple months; we just left our second labyrinth.” “Hmm. I think I might pass. Just read a book in my room.” It wasn’t really that it didn’t sound fun, he could believe that it was. It was that it sounded exceptionally nerdy, he wasn’t sure he wanted people to think he enjoyed playing that sort of game, and really didn’t want to be seen with people who did enjoy playing that sort of game. Seen by who, he wasn’t sure, but kind of felt like it was a contagious thing: once he’s done it once everyone would know. Erin was a little disappointed. She wanted him to like what she liked, or at least try it. And she wanted to show off her Little, even if he was different from the standard. “Oh, okay, well you’re welcome to join us whenever you want.” “Yup, I’ll probably pop in for snacks and stuff.” “Okay!” A couple of hours later, Luke was watching football on the television. Bordeu was playing against Ancon from Itali in the Champion’s Cup, Bordeu was down on away goals (tied 2-2 at home), so they either needed to win at Ancon, or tie scoring 3 or more in order to proceed to the semi-final. It was still 0-0 at the beginning of the second half when the doorbell rang. Erin had been busying herself cleaning up the condo and just generally prepping herself. She went to answer the door. Luke wasn’t sure what to do: if he were the host, he’d follow Erin, but if he got down from the couch, he’d need Erin’s help to get back up again, and he didn’t really want to get accosted by some Big he didn’t know. “Hey guys, come on in.” “Hiiii Erin! How’re you doing?” The high pitched squeal was said kindly with an undertone of concern. Beth was there and gave her a hug along with another Big woman. The two male Bigs just smiled and entered. “Luke’s watching football on the couch if you want to go meet him.” “Of course!” The other female Big was leading the way down the hallway. “Hey Luke! My friends are here!” “Okay!” Luke still didn’t get off the couch, but he did stand up on the cushion to face their approach, his head just poked over. The taller of the two male Bigs – Donny leaned in to whisper to Erin. “Does he like football?” He was pretty excited, no one in their group besides himself liked sports. “I know he likes to at least watch sports. I guess he likes football.” The extent of Erin’s sports knowledge was to recognize which one was being played on tv. She couldn’t name a player on Bordeu’s team. “Maybe I could take him to a game sometime? Do you think he’d like that?” They had all reached the living room. Luke was giving his best polite smile, though Erin could tell he looked nervous. Patricia was beaming down at him, while Beth had a more contemplating look on her face. “Luke, so, these are my friends.” She indicated to the Bigs around her. She indicated to the shortest Big there, “This is Patricia, we used to work together.” She indicated next to her, “This is Beth, we’ve been friends since we were five.” She then indicated to the guys, “This is Tyler, and this is Patricia’s boyfriend Donny.” Donny was the newest to the group, and while they all got along, Donny still felt a bit like an outsider. “Nice to meet you guys.” It was kinda intimidating to meet four new people at once, especially when they were all so much bigger than you. “Has Bordeu scored yet?” Donny indicated to the football match. Luke smiled more naturally, here was someone who shared his priorities. “No, and it wasn’t looking good in the first half, Ancon definitely had more possession.” “Well, Bordeu is more of a counter-attacking team anyway. Hopefully they sneak one by.” Beth spoke up, “Isn’t football a too violent for a Little?” She was asking Erin, not focusing on Luke. “I don’t think so, remember, he’s an adult, not regressed. He can watch what he wants.” Though she hoped he wouldn’t want to watch something that was actually violent. Luke spoke up too. “You know humans have wars and shit right? And we have violent television. And football isn’t violent anyway, you guys even banned headers.” Everyone except Donny and Beth cringed at Luke’s cursing. “Yeah, but Littles come here to get away from all that stuff. That’s the point right?” “But I didn’t choose to come here!” This wasn’t the happy introduction that Erin was looking for. She decided to interrupt. “How about we save this discussion for later. Let’s get setup for Labyrinths and Minotaurs. Luke, you sure you don’t want to play?” “Yeah, I’d like to watch the finish of this game, just in case. Maybe read a book after that. Board games aren’t really my thing.” He didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with Bigs again, though Beth was making that a slightly challenging. Luke already liked Donny for taking an interest in what he was doing. Patricia seemed nice enough, though he suspected she might be Little crazy based on the way she reacted when seeing him. Tyler seemed nice enough, though he hadn’t really made an impression. Tyler spoke up now. He was short and bald, with glasses that were a little too large for his thin face. “Actually, Labyrinths and Minotaurs is a tabletop roleplaying game, we represent our own characters we’ve created. It’s not really a board game. It’s way more fun!” He spoke authoritatively, but not rudely, and he didn’t speak down to Luke. Tyler had Erin’s discussions with him at the front of his mind. Luke let out a small laugh. “Well I don’t think tabletop roleplaying games where you create your own character that are a lot more fun than board games are my thing either.” Both Erin and Donny chuckled at Luke’s response, Tyler blushed a bit; he really loved Labyrinths and Minotaurs, he was the group’s game master. “How about we start getting set up. Do you need water or anything Luke?” “Uh yeah, water would be great.” Tyler got stuff for the game out of his Big-sized backpack. Donny, Patricia, and Beth helped set up. Donny strategically set himself so that he could occasionally glance at the television while the game was going on. About 15 minutes later, the group of Bigs were fighting a pair of wolves while surrounded by spiked pits. Beth was in the middle of her roll to cast a spell of healing on Erin, when Luke let out a huge yell. “YEAH!!! YES!” Donny immediately brought his attention back to the TV. “Did we score? What happened?” “Yeah! We hit them on the counter like you said. Picard took it up the right wing and hit a cross over to Silva, who scored on the volley.” None of Erin, Beth, Patricia, or Tyler understood what Luke said. “Yep, Picard is super quick. Hope we can hold the lead.” The others were ready to get back to the game. 5 minutes passed. The group had taken down one wolf, as Patricia’s barbarian had delivered a huge overhead blow with her battleaxe. Erin’s druid was trying to talk the other wolf into giving up, while Beth was sneaking behind it to deliver a death blow. She was again rolling, this time for sneak, when Luke again yelled. “No! Dammit, that’s such bullshit.” Beth let out a huge sigh. Luke’s existence was trying her patience. Donny was concerned. “What happened? Did they score?” “They’re going to, we gave up a penalty. It was an obvious flop though.” Ancon’s penalty bounced in off the crossbar. Erin caught Beth’s look. She knew her friend sometimes had a short temper. She didn’t want her to blow up at Luke. “Hey Luke, can you keep it down a bit? And watch your language too? It’s not really appreciated while we’re playing.” Luke felt a little embarrassed. He wasn’t trying to be rude, and definitely didn’t want to be the center of attention, though he wouldn’t have minded if Donny hung out with him on the couch. “Sorry, I’ll try to keep it down.” “Thank you.” Erin gave him a smile. She didn’t want Luke to feel bad either. The group got through another ten minutes without interruption. The second wolf was vanquished, and their party healed. They were working their way through a dark, mossy, passageway laden with traps mundane and magical, with Beth rolling for perception, hoping to get them further down the passage. Luke let out another yell. “Ahhhh no! We’re screwed.” Beth gave a heavy look to Erin. It felt like he was interrupting her roll every time on purpose. She really understood now why Erin was calling and texting her so much. This Little was just the worst. “Did they score again?” “No, but our keeper just got a red card, and we have no subs, and they get a penalty. I think one of our strikers is now gonna be in goal.” “Oh, well then I guess we’re out of the cup then…” Donny was disappointed too, but he just liked football, he wasn’t too tied to the Bordeu team. Beth spoke up this time, loudly. “Hey Luke, could you be quiet. Please. You’ve been interrupting us a lot.” It wasn’t spoken kindly. She had been supportive of Erin adopting a Little, and while her personal preference would have been for one that was regressed, she respected Erin’s charity in adopting an Accidental Little. She was annoyed that Luke didn’t seem to recognize Erin’s charity, and didn’t seem to appreciate how much effort so many Bigs were putting in to making him welcome, treating him in a way that no other Littles were treated. Patricia, Tyler, and Donny looked distinctly uncomfortable. Luke hadn’t really been that bad, and Donny was interested in the match as well. Erin didn’t want a fight between her best friend and her new Little to break out on their first meeting. She decided to see if Luke would be willing to give some ground; he had said he didn’t want to hang out with them anyway. “Luke, so if the game is pretty much decided, would you mind turning the TV off, it has been pretty distracting. You’re welcome to hang out with us or go play or read in your room.” Luke felt a little hurt. So he was interested in sports, that didn’t mean he should be punished for it. And the Bigs had been loud and laughing during their game anyway, he never spoke up or asked them to quiet down; he understood they were having fun. He grumbled his assent. “Fine, I’ll go to my room. It’s not like we’re going to win now. And I don’t want to play that nerdy game anyway.” Tyler gave a small frown, but didn’t say anything, he understood that Luke was just lashing out. However, Beth saw red. She stood from her chair, ready to march over to Luke and give him a piece of her mind. It was the bubbly, patient, Patricia who put a stop to whatever Beth was going to do. She clamped her hand around Beth’s wrist, stopping her from going any further. Glaring back at Patricia, Beth opened her mouth to say something, but Tyler took the opportunity to stop the fight from happening. “Hey guys, let’s just get back to the game, or else at least one of your characters will be making a death roll due to the boulder that is currently rolling towards the party!” The powers of a good GM can make tough situations in real life better too. Luke stalked off to his room as the party attempted to outrun the boulder. Luke was reading Love in the Time of Cholera, something he never would have picked up back in his world, but the novel was beautifully written and translated. Gabriel Marquez was a masterful writer, and Luke appreciated the imagery evoked in every sentence and paragraph. However, the laughter and general noise from the Bigs outside was now driving him to distraction. He was still annoyed that they got to keep having fun while he was stuck in his room reading. He went to the bathroom to do his business in his diaper. He was still uncomfortable pooping anywhere else, and even preferred to pee there as well. Something about using the diaper in front of, or even in the same room as somebody else made him uncomfortable. After doing his business, he changed himself again. Erin now kept extras of powder, wipes, and cream in the bathroom, where it was more accessible for Luke, they were a bit to high up on his changing table. Luke noted a few, raw, red spots around his diaper area. He usually tried to get his change done as quickly as possible and thought that perhaps he had been too lax on the application of cream or powder, not taking the time to make sure the change was done right, or maybe didn’t change himself frequently enough after peeing. He definitely wouldn’t say anything to Erin. After changing himself, he tried to go back to reading his book, but couldn’t concentrate with all the commotion outside. It sounded like the Bigs were trying to take down a giant, which was funny, because to him, they already were giant. He thought that he could ask if they were almost done, or if he could just hang out and watch them play. He didn’t know what Beth’s problem was, but the other Bigs had seemed pretty nice. He left his room and headed towards the dining table where the Bigs were playing. Erin noticed and paused before rolling. “Hey Luke, need something? A snack or drink maybe?” He had kept to himself in his room for over an hour, she figured he’d at least be a bit thirsty. “Um, I was wondering if I could hang out with you guys? I could just watch you play. Though a snack sounds good too.” He saw that Erin was munching on some potato chips, not a Luke-approved snack, but he wouldn’t begrudge her something tasty when her friends were over. He’d make sure to make their morning workout routine extra intense tomorrow. The words were music to Erin’s ears. Now she’d be able to show off the good parts of Luke, he could be quite funny, and he was pretty sharp too, he was by far the most intelligent Little she had ever met (not that the bar was very high). “Yeah! You can even make a character if you want. I’m sure Tyler could work you in.” Tyler considered momentarily, but nodded. It would be challenging to make flow, but he also wanted to make Luke feel welcomed, he understood that his situation sucked, and he was curious to see how well a Little would fare at such a complicated game. He figured he and Erin could help Luke out. Beth wasn’t convinced. “I don’t think he’s interested, remember.” She looked at Luke for confirmation. “Besides, Labyrinths and Minotaurs has a ton of rules and is pretty complicated, I’m sure he’d find it boring.” She didn’t want to say that she didn’t think he’d be able to understand how to play. Luke gave a slight grimace, but nodded his head, it did sound a bit boring to him, though the fun the Bigs were obviously having was making him reassess his impression. He didn’t miss Beth’s statement about it being too complicated for him, but decided not to say anything. “Yeah, I think for at least this time, I’ll just watch. I’d want to spend sometime thinking about my character before I started playing anyway.” There, how’s that for a mature response? Tyler was nodding as well. “That would give me more time to work you in. If you do decide to join, let Erin know, and then we can chat about your character. It will make the story flow better for the next session.” Beth smiled politely. If she couldn’t get him to go to his room, at least he wouldn’t mess up their game. “Oh yeah, Luke, we’re out of chairs. You could sit in the highchair if you want, or on my lap, and help me play my character for this session.” Erin hoped he would pick her lap, besides his sad moments, she hadn’t really gotten to hold him yet. Neither option sounded great, but the highchair really was infantile; he hadn’t sat in it since coming to Erin’s place. Plus, if he was going to join their game, getting some experience would be good. “Um, your lap I guess.” He blushed a bit, and Erin had a grin that was noticeable to all the other Bigs as well, though they figured it was more to do with him joining the game than sitting on Erin’s lap. She lifted him up, situating him on one of her thighs, and scooted in, close to the table so that he’d be able to reach her dice. She kept one arm around his waist to prevent him from falling off her lap. He leaned back a bit into her torso. Erin felt like she was dreaming. This was what she had been hoping and waiting for and made all the hardship worth it. Luke’s small, warm, strong, body resting against her, a gentle indication that he was really starting to accept Erin as a part of his life. On Luke’s end, he felt a bit surprised at how comfortable he was. Erin’s arm around his waist felt incredibly secure, her body was soft and warm (though maybe too soft still, they had only been working out for less than a week), and he felt somehow safer than he had at anytime since coming to this dimension. He guessed that he had just forgotten how good it felt to be held as a kid. He still didn’t want to become Littler, but maybe being held by Erin occasionally would be a good compromise. They continued their game, with Erin and Luke co-oping Erin’s druid Amina. The game came more or less naturally to Luke, much to Beth’s chagrin. He had trouble with some of the math concepts: factorial combinations on a D200 are a bit too much for the human brain. However, what Luke lacked in math skills, he made up for in creativity. To escape from a horde of angry ogres, he suggested that Erin use the druid’s plant magic allow the party to climb up a farmer’s now-giant beanstalk. Tyler, the ever-alert GM took the opportunity to make the beanstalk reach a castle in the clouds, which the party would then have to fight through, and eventually escape from. It was starting to get near Luke’s bedtime, and the party was only partially through the castle. Erin noticed the Luke was looking a little less energetic and indicated to Tyler. The wrapped up the game for the day as Luke munched on a sandwich, still sitting in Erin’s lap. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to make a character, handling all the math and details was challenging, just as Beth had said, but he had had some fun playing with the group. He’d think on it. The next session wasn’t for a few weeks, all the other Bigs had jobs, and some had to travel. Erin’s guests were filing out of her condo, off to other engagements for the evening. Each one offered a goodbye to Luke, appreciating what a unique Little he was, and glad for the advice Erin had given them beforehand. It had seemed like overkill at first, but now, they could definitely see how he would not have appreciated being treated like a standard Little. Donny got down to one knee to shake his hand goodbye. “It was really nice meeting you Luke. Sorry about the Bordeu-Ancon result today. But maybe we could all go watch a league match in person sometime.” Beth took the chance to add one last bit of spite to Luke before leaving. “Actually, I checked the score just a bit ago. It turns out Bordeu won. The fill-in keeper saved the penalty, and Bordeu scored again on the counter!” Why could Bigs make anything good turn sour? Luke scowled at Beth. “You’re making that up, there’s no way they could do that.” Beth crouched and showed him her phone, Bordeu 2, Ancon 1. “Sorry you missed it Luke. Look forward to seeing you again though.” She tried to keep her tone cheery and light. Beth knew that Erin wouldn’t understand what a mean thing she was doing. “Fuck you! Bitch!” This was too much. First, Beth gets him sent to his room, and then she shows him that he missed an incredible win for the team he was now supporting. If she had been a human sized person he would have probably thought about hitting her. “Luke! Go to your room. Now!” This was the first time Erin had ever really asserted her authority towards Luke. Part of it was definitely the peer pressure of having a number of other Bigs watching her, but it really sounded to her like Beth had been trying to make up with Luke; he was interested in football, and she had given him the information on the part of the match he missed. His reaction was completely unwarranted. “Fine. Fuck you too!” He stomped off to his room. Beth’s eyebrows were raised, giving her innumerable forehead wrinkles. She only had to act half-surprised, she didn’t think Luke would take it that badly. “You’re really going to let him get away with that? He was rude to both you and me. He needs a spanking, maybe that will give him an attitude adjustment.” Erin just sighed. She knew Beth didn’t like Luke, and she felt like it was at least partially her fault. “I’m not going to spank him. How about you guys go home. I’ll need to talk with him for a bit. I do need to start nipping his attitude in the bud.” The Bigs excused themselves as Erin prepared a glass of water for both herself and Luke. This blowup had been surprising, it seemed like he had been having a really good time once he started playing with the group. She knocked lightly on his door. “Hey Luke, can we chat for a bit?” No response. Erin quietly let herself into his room, mentally bracing herself to be attacked by a violent Little. When she got in the room, she saw that Luke was sleeping face down in his crib. She placed the cup of water on the steps to the bedside and let herself out of the room. She could chat with him later.

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.

New chapter ? Alice was still in complete shock at what had just happened. She had just come unbelievably close to her social life being completely ruined, and she knew there was still the worry that Lisa had noticed it was her. She quickly exited the college after pushing her way through the crowds of students, and walked down the road to where she would always meet with her little sister Sophia at the end of the day. At 14 years old Sophia was still in high school, it was handy for Mum how close the girls school and college were so she could still pick them both up at the end of the day. As Alice got close to where she knew Sophia would be waiting, she suddenly remembered the soaking wet panties she was currently wearing. Realising the safest thing to have done would probably have been to take them off and hide them deep down in her bag. But it was now too late, she was in a busy street and her sister would already be waiting, and she couldn't be late meeting them or they may get suspicious. Alice also tried without being too obvious, to examine her skirt, again checking there were no signs of her accident that Sophia or her Mum might notice. She felt confident that her skirt was ok, although with every step she could feel the uncomfortable wetness of her pee soaked panties. As Alice approached their usual meeting point, she saw Sophia was stood there as she had expected. Alice suddenly felt a feeling of worry. What if Sophia noticed something was up? What if she somehow found out her 19 year old sister had just peed herself like a baby? Knowing she had no other option, she managed to compose herself as she reached where Sophia was stood. Just as she got there their Mum pulled up, which Alice was thankful of, saving her from making small talk with her sister. Both girls got in the car, Mum had a few bags of shopping in the front seat so they both got in the back. "How's your day been girls" asked Mum "It's been good Mum. Guess what? you know that boy I told you I liked, Ben, well I asked him out today and he said yes" replied Sophia "Awwww that's great darling so my little girls got her first boyfriend, I was wondering when this day would come" Alice wasn't in the mood for listening to this, she didn't want to hear about her sister getting her first boyfriend, all she could care about right now is the fact that she was sat there in soaking wet panties that she couldn't wait to change out of. "What about you Alice? " "Uh yeah it's been okay I guess" "Good. Well I think Sophia getting a boyfriend calls for a little treat, so what do you girls fancy? McDonald's or KFC?" Yeeeess!!! can we get KFC please Mum?" asked Sophia "Alice are you ok with that" Yeah that's fine Mum" As Mum drove to KFC it was mostly Sophia and Mum talking. In the busy city traffic, it seemed to Alice to be taking an eternity to get there, it had already been 20 minutes and there was still no sign of them getting there anytime soon. As a few more minutes passed Alice soon noticed something worrying, she felt a twinge from her bladder, she needed to pee. "Please not again" she thought to herself. She tried to remain calm, and not let Sophia notice how desperate she was, but by the time they finally arrived at KFC she couldn't really hide her need for the bathroom. Sophia had a little smirk on her face seeing her big sisters struggle. "Mum is it ok if we go inside I really need to pee" "Yes of course we can sweetie" Mum then parked up and they all headed inside. Alice ran off ahead which made Sophia chuckle. She'd never seen Alice in such a compromised state. She was usually the one to laugh at others for things like this. Alice bolted straight for the toilet only to find it was locked. Across the toilet door was a big sign "out of order" "No no no please no" She was now jumping around so much she drawn quite a lot of attention to herself. As Mum and Sophia walked in they were greeted with the sight of Alice jumping up and down, one hand on the front of her skirt, and the other yanking at the toilet door handle, clearly holding onto a slim amount of hope that it may somehow open. Almost everyone has stopped what they were doing to watch the desperate girl, many of which were kids far younger than her. It was quite a spectacle to see a college aged girl jumping around like a toddler that was about to have an accident "This is amazing" smiled Sophia under her breath. "Please please no this can't be happening" cried Alice as she suddenly became still. Letting go of the door handle and holding the front of her skirt with both hands. She let out a gasp as she finally lost her battle. "No freaking way" said Sophia as a torrent of pee gushed out from beneath Alice's skirt, hitting the floor loudly for everyone to hear. Sophia couldn't hold herself back from smiling. Tears started falling down Alice's face. As people noticed what had happened there was initially shock followed by lots of giggling. Lots of small children were making comments to their parents. " look mummy that big girl didn't make it to the potty" For the second time that day the now humiliated Alice stood with a large puddle of pee beneath her feet. As soon as her bladder has emptied it's contents Alice ran outside as fast as she could and headed straight for the car. Luckily Mum hadn't locked it so she jumped straight in the back. "I'm sorry Sophia but we're heading home right now" "That's not fair just because she pissed herself like a baby" "That's enough young lady, we're leaving" With that Mum headed for the exit doors. Sophia took one more look at the large puddle of pee her big sister had left on the floor, which again brought a big smile to her face. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. Her lifelong tormenter had just uncontrollably wet herself and humiliated herself in public. Sophia remembered a few years ago when she had wet the bed a few times Alice teased her relentlessly for it and even told all her friends. As they got back to the car Alice was sat there sobbing. "Look darling I'm sorry about what's just happened but everything going to be alright" Alice didn't speak she just continued sobbing. "She clearly needs to wear nappies Mum if she can't hold it for more than a few minutes" "That's enough, the only one ending up in nappies will be you Sophia if you don't drop it" "Just shut it Sophia" angrily retaliated Alice The rest of the journey home was pretty much silence, although a couple of times Sophia gave Alice an evil smirk and prodded at her skirt, making sure not to let Mum see what she was doing. Mum made Sophia swear she wouldn't say a word about what had happened to anyone. "Of course I won't tell anyone Mum" had been her response Alice just wanted to get home and shut herself away. Eventually they arrived home. Alice went off to her bedroom, where she got a change of clothes before having a shower. She cleaned herself up in the shower, before taking her wet clothes downstairs and putting them into the washing machine. Now that Alice was clean all she wanted to do was hide away in her room and forget about what had happened. She layed on her bed for a while, worrying about everything that had happened, with no intention of coming out for tea. A while later her bedroom door suddenly flew open. It was the last person she wanted to see right now- Sophia. "Get out of here Sophia" "Mum sent me to get you for tea" "Well tell her I don't want any" " Fine, suit yourself. Oh by the way, what happened earlier, I've never seen anyone older than 2 just stand there and piss themselves like that, not even the little kids I babysit would do that, just imagine if all your mates somehow found out" Sophia then have an evil wink before turning around and heading off downstairs. Alice just couldn't believe what was happening and she didn't know if there was a solution to it. She stayed upstairs for most of the evening, before heading downstairs to get a drink and a small snack shortly before bed. She didn't stay down there long as she didn't really want to see anyone. After tossing and turning in bed for what seemed like ages, Alice finally managed to get to sleep. She had a peaceful long sleep. The next morning she woke up to hear Sophia shouting "I told you Mum she wet the bed I knew she would" Alice shot up out of her sleep trance. She realised her covers were off and feeling around her pyjamas and bed, she was soaked. Alice let out a big sigh. This surely must be a dream. Soon Sophia and Mum came into the room as she lay there unable to hide her soaking wet bed and pyjamas.......

As complicated as it does seem, it appears that the best solution is to let her stay. As she says, she doesn't really know these people anymore. If she returns, she will do so as a broken 30-something under-educated woman who has no real support network in what will be a strange new world except for a mother and father she hardly remembers. If she stays, she has the relationship she has built for years with Stacy, her newer relationship with Jamie, and the security of a life in which that lack of experience and education won't mean a lifetime of cashiering at Walmart...