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sorry again for the long delay. Finished mass effect a while ago but had some health issues with family that needed priority. If you haven't played the mass effect trilogy, i recommend it, great engaging story! Here is the brand new chapter! Long as hell as usual. I wanted to go longer but I thought the cliff-hanger was good enough. I also did some revision because I wanted to really establish the slow regression and hopefully that is presented in this chapter. Please forgive any typos. I didn't do much proof-reading after finishing! Chapter 19 .Sean could feel the warmth of the sunlight coming through the nearby window and no matter how much he tried, he could not remain asleep. The first thing he did after waking up, was to let out a loud yawn while opening his eyes. There was a small sense of confusion as Sean realized was no longer laying on top of Zoe's body, but rather was laying directly on the mattress itself. “Zoe really is a morning person...The complete opposite of me...Huh?” Sean noticed that he was gripping something with his arms. He then pulled the covers to see that he was holding onto Linky, the stuffed animal that Zoe provided for him, yesterday. “Are you a morning person as well, Linky?” Sean chuckled to himself as he awaited for a response that he knew would not come. After all, it was only a stuffed animal. But if it could somehow respond, Sean felt like he would not be surprised, given with all that's already happened since arriving in this amazonian dimension. Sean took a moment to glance over at the diaper that he was wearing and the only article of clothing that he had on. He couldn't tell or feel if he actually had used it or not. After pressing his hand on the front of the disposable undergarment, Sean didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. For him, that was either a blessing or a prelude to something far worse. Sean didn't want his body to get at the point where having accidents would become as natural as breathing. “Jesus.. Everything that happened yesterday, including last night...What a shit show... Sean blushed and sighed while remembering all the events that transpired yesterday. “That god damn mental regression is no joke. I wasn't behaving anywhere close to my usual self. I'm sure that Zoe understands that as well. Hell, I bet she feels the same way. We will simply put this behind us and move forward. We both understand where to draw the line... I hope this is the last time I have to wear a diaper.” Sean did his best to carefully lower himself off of the bed, but he still ended up falling on his padded butt. The soft cushioning kept the impact on the floor to a minimum. “The sooner that I can be out of this thing, the better.” While Sean was happy that the padded undergarment protected his body from the fall, he felt like it had finally overstayed it's welcome. After helping himself back onto his feet, he tried to rip the tapes off, but the tapes wouldn't budge whatsoever. “Of course they won't come off. If they did, that would actually be a convenience for me. This dimension really loves to screw with me.” Every step Sean took, resulted in loud crinkling noises coming from the diaper. Sean really didn't care since he wasn't outside, where anyone could see him. “Wait...I can walk alright? Seriously!” Sean was pleasantly surprised to find himself still standing on both of his feet while carefully walking towards the bedroom door. Sean assumed that it was a combination of his body adapting to the thickness of the undergarment and that he was no longer under the influence of the mental regression. He was in no mood to be crawling on all fours. “That adoption center was creepy as hell. I can't believe how badly I was regressed. I never even noticed the difference. That's a story that I'm never telling anyone when I get back to my dimension.” Sean was determined to keep himself level-headed and not blindly rush into situations like he did at the park. And while it was a negative learning experience, Sean was grateful that he was able to recover from it. “I've been here only a week and I'm expected to hold this job for six months...That feels like a impossible task at this point.” While dwelling on his job situation while slowly walking his way through the hallways, Sean started to sniff the air and was welcomed by a wonderful aroma of syrup. “Yum. Zoe's gotta be making pancakes or something similar to it.” The allure of the possible upcoming breakfast was something Sean enjoyed thoroughly back when he was in elementary school. It brought back memories of when his mom made him and his sister a meal before dropping them off at school. Sean reflected on how oddly simplistic his life was back then. Given his predicament right now, he felt like he had taken his family life for granted. He so desperately sought independence but this was not exactly the type of adult freedom he was looking for. But before Sean could continue to think about his family, he was interrupted by Zoe. “Good morning, Sean! How's my wittle bunny wunny, today?” Zoe easily heard the crinkling noises coming from the living room, since she had kept the television off, so there was no noise coming from that specific direction. Sean watched as Zoe walked out of the kitchen, to greet her partner in the living room. “Ugh...I'm doing much better, I really feel like my normal normal self again. Yesterday was... Different.” Sean didn't really want to bring up the specifics from last night, including the point where he was nearly breast-fed by his work partner. He wasn't sure as to what Zoe thought about it personally, but he was ashamed for how it got to that point. Even if he was partially regressed, it still didn't change the fact that he made a fool of himself, especially when when he tried to keep Zoe from leaving. “That's so good to hear! I'm happy that you were able to get a restful night of sleep. We both really needed it. I'll have breakfast ready for you in just a bit. So you can go ahead and use the television while I'm finishing up. I'm sure that you and Linky have some fun fun cartoons to catch up on!” After patting Sean on the head and then kissing him on the cheek, Zoe walked back into the kitchen to resume her morning duties. Sean noticed that Zoe seemed a bit more lively this morning, as if she had won the lottery. Her physical affection also was also more evident. “Huh... Linky?! I thought I left you on the bed... I guess you are in need of some company...Very well.” Sean didn't realize that he had been holding onto Linky with his right hand, all this time. Sean knew that he had something to say to Zoe, but the allure of cartoons seemed to be more enticing at the moment. Sean pulled Linky into a hug and started to walk towards the television without a moments notice. Sean grabbed the remote off of the coffee table and sat down on his butt while clinging onto Linky. After turning on the television, Sean took a few minutes to browse the stations. He found a sports station and decided to keep it on there for a few minutes, interested in seeing how different amazonian basketball was from the one in his dimension. Sean did his best to keep himself focused on the sports event but for whatever reason, he started to lose interest and needed something flashier to stimulate his mind. “This is boring, let's try something else.” Sean kept changing the channels until he found a cartoon that had a dragon as a school teacher. It was wearing a graduation cap and a pair of glasses. Sean immediately became immersed and dropped the remote, feeling that he had finally found something to keep him engaged. Roughly ten minutes later, Zoe entered the living room, holding a bowl filled with small chopped up pieces of pancakes that was also drizzled with syrup. She noticed that Sean was enjoying himself by laying on his stomach and sucking on his thumb rather contently. Zoe smiled at the sight, but “Honestly, I can't leave you alone for even one minute before you try to get yourself into trouble.. I don't mind if you prefer to watch these type of shows, but I need you to take your anti-regression pill before hand, otherwise you could end up losing your ability to talk like with what happened yesterday. Thankfully this channel is not one of the more aggressive type of regression stations.” Zoe noticed that Sean was watching a show that allowed for hypnosis under the level three regression state. It was nowhere as bad as the level five state that Sean went through the prior day, but Zoe knew that Sean had to be more cautious. It also motivated her to take on a more controlling role with her partner. “What are you talking about? I feel just fine.” Sean explained as he continued to suckle on his thumb, not even aware of his infantile tendency. Zoe couldn't hide the fact that she found Sean to be utterly adorable while sitting on his diapered butt, while holding onto the stuffed animal she gave him. “Alrighty, cartoony time is over. Now it's, nom nom time!” Zoe turned off the television and picked her partner up from the floor and brought him over to the couch, while holding his food with her other hand. “But Zoe, the show was just getting good!” Sean whined before he felt a very light slap on his wrist. Sean was confused as he looked at her in the eyes. “Baby, if there is something that you want of me, you first have to call me by my proper name now. Don't you remember the deal we made, last night?” Zoe asked as she placed the bowl of food on the couch and then she started to slowing pat Sean on his diapered rear-end. “Deal...What deal could...”Sean's face began to flush as he remembered his conversation with Zoe from the prior night. “You remember now? I'll continue to look after you on your day's off, but in return, you have to call me mommy and act as my baby when we are not working for Diamond Tours. This will continue until we find a safe way to get you back to your dimension.” Zoe noticed the look of disbelief on Sean's face, she expected it and planned to make sure that it would continue. “But Zoe, I was under some of the effects of the mental regression, I wasn't in the right state of mind!” Sean tried his best to explain himself while preparing himself to be slapped on the wrist again but nothing came of it. “It's okay sweetie. Mommy knows that this is all new to you. Just relax and we will continue to have a great time together. It's not all that different than how we have been as of late. After all, haven't you been enjoying yourself while I've been changing your wittle diapys for the past couple days?” Zoe asked as she pulled Sean in for a hug. Sean felt powerless and surprisingly a bit conflicted. “But...But...It wasn't like this...Diapers, bottle feedings...This only happened after I started having these sudden freak accidents! This has never happened before I came here! My bladder issues must have been caused by Alexa. Don't you remember?” Sean could feel his body getting warmer as his head was now resting on Zoe's chest. It felt so surreal and comforting at the same time. “I know...I know...Alexa is a meanie and not a good person. I know that for a fact, but the truth remains that we don't know the definitive reason as to why you started having your accidents. But consider this a fortunate opportunity. This will allow us to bond even closer and rely on each other while we are working together.” Zoe knew very well that she was part of the reason as to why Sean's bladder control had weakened. And while she had stopped taking orders from Alexa by giving Sean the special pills that caused his bladder to weaken, she was secretly satisfied with the current results. Sean did his best to try and think of something to get himself out of this situation but the overwhelming warmth and security coming from his amazonian partner seemed to be fogging up his mind.. “Besides, it doesn't make up for the fact that you have been forgetting to take your anti-regression pills. That has also been a huge contributing factor in your accidents. If I'm around to take care of you, I'll make sure that you don't forget to take one when it's required.” “But that doesn't explain the whole babying thing. We can do without that, right?” Sean asked as he kept staying right into Zoe's eyes. It was almost hypnotic, he couldn't blink as she looked down at him with a blissful reaction. “Listen Sean, in this dimension, it's routine for a amazonian like me to take care of all of your needs. It's actually out of the ordinary for a amazonian to look at a little as a adult. I know that we first started out that way, but that was when we were getting to know each other...Don't you think that this will work out for the best? It's not like your actually being adopted. We will continue to work for Diamond tours in a professional manner but on our days off, we will be able to improve our quality of life together.” Zoe knew that she had Sean were she wanted, now she just needed to make sure that he accepted his new role. “Bu...But!” Before Sean get another word in, Zoe carefully placed Sean so he was sitting on her lap, she then started to playfully pinch and squeeze his cheeks in a playful manner. Sean could see that he wasn't gaining any ground with his arugment. “How about this. If you don't become fully comfortable with the way I take care of you, within a week, I'll consider rolling everything back, how does that sound?” Zoe had no intentions of doing so, but she wanted Sean to slowly accept and embrace his new role in their friendship. When she first met Sean, she originally never had any intentions of babying him, but after getting to know him for some time, her maternal instincts were just too much to ignore. She wanted this and would not accept a different answer. “How can I let this happen...But is it really all that different from the past couple of days?” Sean tried to convince himself that this was all temporary. He started to feel a bit better after Zoe stopped messing with his cheeks. However, she didn't waste in anytime, as she began to pat his head, gently. Sean looked down at the floor as he took a deep breathe. He had never expected things to get this far, or perhaps it was his foolish sense of naivety that made him think that way. Sean knew that he probably had several chances at leaving this dimension before having his first accident but he wanted to stay optimistic and see this dimension in all it's worth. Now he was paying the price for it, even if it was only temporary. He managed to find some solace with that very fact. “Okay Zoe...I will put up with this for a week...But only if it's with you.” Sean couldn't object anymore as he had nothing else to say at the moment. He also felt abnormally close to her and wanted to believe that she was looking after his best interest, even if it was in the way that only a amazonian can. Sean knew that he was also at fault for putting certain expectations on this job and expecting everything to go according to his plan. He needed to adapt to his new environment, that way he could last long enough to see this job through. “I'm so proud of you, my baby. I promise that all your needs will be fulfilled while under my care. The important fact is that you know that you can count on me. We don't want anything to happen that could jeopardize your job with Diamond Tours. Without it, I doubt you will be given the option to return to your dimension. But by relying on me, I'll make sure that nothing like that ever happens. I want you to fulfill your agreement with the company and not have to deal with any type of drama.” Zoe knew that the only obstacle was Alexa, but even she didn't have the complete authority to fire Sean from his position as a special consultant. The problem was that she had nowhere near the connections and influence like Alexa had with the company. She had to be determined and focused if she wanted her words to actually have meaning. “Stupid question, but can I not go back to my dimension at this very moment?” Sean asked, curious if he could simply walk into the company's headquarters and use the same machine he arrived in. “It's no that easy, baby. If you are caught trying to leave before your contract with the company is up, you could face certain forms of discipline. I don't think it would lead you to being fired, but it's not something I would take a chance on. Your best bet is to rely on me and for you to do your job like you have been doing. Your type of work and feedback is important to Diamond Tours and how our government establishes a good rapport with your dimension as well.” Sean felt oddly at ease when he looked back up at Zoe, her eyes were filled with confidence as if she knew exactly what she was saying. Even though she was a amazonian, he saw her as someone that could be relied upon. But at the same time, Sean felt like he was losing something about himself and that the longer that this went on, he would never be the same again. “Even if everything goes well, I will still be stuck in diapers for over five months. Then again, Rebecca has been doing this for the past few years now. I guess I could put up with it. I just don't want the end result to be the same as hers.” Sean knew that the last three individuals that held the same position as he did, which included Rebecca, eventually ended up being adopted. Sean kept wondering as to his chances of actually surviving this whole ordeal. “I'm pretty sure that I'm fucked, given the choices in front of me, but still, I gotta persevere. I have to continue to think postive” Sean said quietly to himself. “Now is my baby, hungy wungy?” Zoe asked as she started to talk to Sean in baby chatter. “Ugh, yes Zoe. Sean replied as he looked up at the amazonian. There was a moment of silence as Zoe raised a eyebrow and gave Sean a slight smirk. “Did I do something?” Sean asked as Zoe moved her face closer to his. His heart was racing incredibly fast. “Sean, remember what you are supposed to call me, going forward?” Zoe began to rub her nose with his, causing the boy to blush slightly. It took a minute, but Sean was finally able to figure out what Zoe wanted from him. Sean lowered his head again and began to blush even even more so. There was no point in trying to delay the inevitable at this time. “Sorry...Mommy.” Unlike yesterday when he was slightly mentally regressed, it took Sean some time to muster the strength to call his work partner by a title that he had not commonly said. “It's okay baby, it will take some time before it becomes second nature. As for your reward for remembering, open up and say aww!” Zoe grabbed the fork that was inside the bowl of cut-up pancakes and started to feed her partner a single piece. “Ugh...Mommy, is it okay if I feed myself? This is really a lot to take in.” Sean stated after taking in yet another bite. “Baby, I'm responsible for taking care of all your needs during our time off of work, so that includes, bathing, diapering, clothing, and of course, feeding you. The only thing I have to refrain from doing, is breastfeeding you. That would...Complicate things.” Zoe giggled to herself as she continued to feed Sean more several more pieces of the chopped up pancakes. As embarrassing as it was, Sean did enjoy the taste and texture of the pancakes. Sean thought back to last night and how close he was from nursing on actual amazonian milk. If that occurred, Sean knew he wouldn't be all that self-aware. But even still, he knew that his predicament wouldn't be all that different from right now. “After we are done here, I'm going to give you your anti-regression pill. It will be needed if you want to continue to watch the majority of your cartoons shows. It's my responsibility to make sure that you are not mentally regressed after all. And as your new mommy, I want you to experience all the wonders of this dimension while you are in the right state of mind. We have a lot to cover today, hehe.” Sean was happy that Zoe seemed to be a bit more like her normal self and wasn't struggling with her maternal instincts but that also meant that he would have to subjugate himself to this new form of relationship. It could possibly be shorter, depending on how things go tomorrow with his meeting with the lawyer, Kairi, but as of now, that was a unknown wild-card. And Sean was still uncertain if he should talk to Zoe about it. Right now, he needed to focus on what today was about to bring. Zoe thoroughly enjoyed feeding Sean his breakfast, she even purposefully missed his mouth a few times, so some of the syrup would land on his cheeks. And while Zoe found it very wholesome, Sean found it rather annoying, but he decided to let Zoe have her fun. He wasn't in a place where he needed to present himself. “That's my baby, now finish up that last bite and I'll get you cleaned up.” Zoe watched as Sean chewed and swallowed the last piece of the pancake in the bowl. She rewarding Sean with a couple small kisses on both sides of his cheek. Sean could only blush as she grabbed a wet-wipe and started to clean his face with it. “Can I feed myself next time, Zo....Mommy?” Sean asked with hesitation. He didn't want to be completely submissive to Zoe, despite what has transpired. He still still a eighteen year-old boy. “We will see baby. Much of it will depend on how you behave today. I'm taking you out to see a annual fair that is held outside the city. We are going to have lot's of super duper fun fun times!” Sean could see that Zoe was far more enthusiastic about going outside than he was. Right now, he wasn't anywhere prepared to be social, after what occurred at the park, yesterday. Zoe casually grabbed a anti-regression pill that she had set on top of the coffee table and gently put it into Sean's mouth. Before he could request for something to wash it down with, a baby bottle was inserted into his mouth. “All already bottle-feeding me...She really is going to take this all the way...” Sean whimpered as he was being cradled in the amazonians arms. It was both comforting and humiliating at the same time. “It's okay baby. This is perfectly normal, just how it should be. Just let your mamma take good care of you.” Sean knew that he had no recourse but to suckle down on the bottle and make sure that pill went fully down his throat, which he successfully did. For the next ten minutes, Sean continued to suckle down on the bottle. Thankfully it was filled orange juice and nothing nefarious in it. Zoe was humming a lullaby quietly, which was causing Sean's eyes to get heavier. “Crap...I'm falling asleep...” Sean wasn't in the mood a quick nap, but his body had a different idea. Fortunately, Zoe noticed what was going on. “Is my bunny wunny all sleepy again? I know exactly how to cure that!” Zoe started blowing raspberries on his stomach, which caught Sean off guard. He could also start to feel his diaper, becoming warmer but he didn't care since he couldn't contain his laughter, Zoe knew exactly how sensitive Sean's body was, based on her prior experience. Zoe looked thrilled by seeing Sean's sluggish smile, after finishing her tickle attack. Sean unknowingly put his thumb into his mouth, exhausted from what just occurred, but no longer sleepy “That reminds me, I'll have to go and buy you a high chair later today, it will make feeding you, all that much easier.” Zoe explained as she picked Sean up and placed the boy over her shoulder. Her intentions were crystal clear, bring him back into his bedroom and get him changed for the day. Sean was about to say something until he caught wind that he was sucking on his thumb. He quickly pulled it out, confused as to how and why he was doing that, unknowingly. “I'm not regressed...So why?” Sean was confused and a bit concerned as Zoe slowly placed him down onto the mattress. Sean knew what was coming and felt rather rather causal about it. “If I'm in diapers for over five months, won't I completely lose the ability to use the bathroom? Just what will happen to my body if I this becomes the norm...I don't want to still be in diapers when I'm reunited with my family, that would be the definition of awkward.” Sean kept quiet but was concerned about the possible long term effects of being diaper dependent. After placing a changing mat under Sean, Zoe began the process of removing the tapes from his diaper. “We are definitely going get you some proper clothes to fit over your diapers. I have a few ideas, but I would also like your input on it, would you be interested, Sean?” Zoe asked as she removed tapes and revealed a very soiled diaper. “Ugh...Maybe.” Sean wasn't really in the mood for a conversation, at least while he was in such a vulnerable position. It didn't help that he already assumed that he kept his diaper dry, but now, that wasn't the case, which was another blow to his already shattered pride. “These diapers are really reliable. I'll have to purchase more of these or something of similar value. I doubt they are cheap though. Well in any case, only the best for my baby!” Sean could easily see that Zoe was having the time of her life. Unlike for him, it was almost the complete opposite. There was no point in asking for boxers, he knew that he had screwed any chance of wearing them ever again, after what happened yesterday. And pull-ups seemed like a after-thought on Zoe's mind, as she began to wipe him down. “Am I really making the right decision?...Is there really a better option at this point.. I don't know.” Sean continued to lay quietly on the bed, as Zoe continued her due diligence in cleaning his lower half. As Zoe lifted Sean's legs in the air and started to work on wiping his rectum, it brought back memories of when he actually defecated himself for the very first time, while at the adoption center. Sean didn't want to have a repeat performance, especially if he was well aware of it. “Zo...Mommy. If I feel the need to go number two, can I be allowed to use the toilet? I would really appreciate it.” Sean asked kindly, hoping that she would offer some sort of leverage while under her unique from of care. “It's okay baby, you are welcome to go poo poo anytime you want, I'll gladly change you when you done. That's what mommy is here for!” Zoe's words came across as both kind and aggravating at the same time. Sean dreaded such a response and also the aspect of using a diaper for something other than soiling himself. He needed to voice his concern. “...Mommy, can you please think about it?” Sean cringed at saying such a childish word, it felt even more embarrassing since he was was fully aware and no longer mentally regressed, unlike with yesterday's events. And while he was happy for Zoe, he was slightly concerned about the sudden change in his living conditions and was wondering if the Zoe that he knew up until now was long gone...Or perhaps that side of her was all a mirage and he was now finally see the amazonian for her true self. Sean hated the thought, he didn't want to start second guessing the only amazonian that he had put any trust in. It wasn't healthy to continuously think about it. “ Okay baby, I'll consider it. I'm not expecting you to be completely comfortable with using your diapers right away, but I do expect to see you in them on a permanent basis.” I want you to adapt to them so you won't even realize that you are actually wearing them. It will help, trust me.” Sean watched silently as Zoe lowered her head and then rubbed her cheek onto his. Sean knew that he needed to come up with a contingency plan if Zoe couldn't keep her amazonian instincts in check. And while he knew that he had been growing more accustomed to wearing diapers for the past couple of days, he didn't want to be totally reliant on them. They were only suppose to be a means to protect himself from any unforeseen accidents. “Do I have to wear them even on the days I'm working as well?” Sean asked as Zoe started to apply the baby powder to his privates. He kept his face to the side, not wanting to look at her directly as she continued on. “Of course, you will remain in them until your job with the company is over. We wouldn't want you to soil or mess yourself while your interviewing another amazonian family. They would just end up diapering you as well. At least with me, you will be wearing diapers that you are familiar with. Plus they look so adorable on you!” Zoe explained as she placed the canister of powder at the side, and began the finishing touches of securing the diaper over Sean's powdered manhood. “Adorable isn't the word I would use.” Sean stated in his mind, as he pulled his head up a bit and took a glance at his new diaper. The tapes were colored pink while the rest of the disposable undergarment had a normal white tone to it. It also had very girlish cartoon animal designs on the front of the diaper. “I love you so much! I promise that we will get through this and we will both become better individuals because of it!” Zoe stated as she finished applying the tapes to both sides, completing the change.. To Sean, the word love was a very meaningful word and should not be said so lightly. For example, he loved his parents and sister because they were his legitimate family. He didn't love anyone else in the same way. Nor had he found someone that he loved on a more lustful or romantic way, though being with Rebecca for just a day, did make him feel a bit excited and eager to hang out with her again, even if diapers were ultimately involved. Sean still had mixed feelings about Zoe after everything that had occurred between the two of them. His mental regressive state caused him to see her a actual parental figure, but the feelings were artificial and not genuine. Right now, he felt cautious but also a sense of security as well. It was a far cry of what their relationship was like when they first met. And while it was subtle, Sean felt that he was fighting a part of himself that wasn't normal. As if he was slowly being assimilated into this culture. “Does my wittle Seanie wove is diapies? Yes he does! Yes he does!” Sean cringed at the way she was speaking down to him. The only thing that could make it worse, is if she spoke that way to him while in public. Sean looked up at Zoe and could see that she waiting for a response, obviously she wasn't going to stop until she was provided a acceptable answer. Sean bit his lip as he spoke up. “They are...Fine...” Sean just wanted to get dressed and hopefully put this all behind him. “Such a bashful tyke. I know my wittle one woves being cweany cwean.” Zoe picked Sean up from the mattress and kissed him yet again on the forehead. Sean couldn't remember the last time that someone had been so physically intimate with him. It was a strange feeling that he wasn't really able to comprehend. Amazonians seem to value physical intimacy and didn't seem to see any of it as inappropriate. “I guess the bright side to all of this, is that there is basically one that I personally know, that can see just how pathetic I am, right now. When I get back to my dimension, this will all be a distant memory...A weird one, but still a memory.” Sean could easily smell the baby powder and it was wondering if he would get used to the smell if he actually managed to stay for his entire duration while working for Diamond Tours. “That would be quite scary. To actually believe that this is all considered normal. I don't want that!” Sean began to whimper as he put his thumb into his mouth, unknowingly. “Aww...It's gonna be alright, Momma rabbit won't let anything happen to her baby bun bun.” Sean was pulled in for a quick hug. Zoe did notice the sudden change in Sean's behavior and wanted to rectify that as she pulled something out of her pocket. “I've got something much more suitable for you than that icky wicky thumb. Now open wide, bun bun...” Sean was startled to see Zoe holding the same pacifier that he had used the prior night. A gift from Rebecca's amazonian adopted mother. “The fuck!?” Sean slowly took his thumb out of his mouth as he grow more concerned over what just occured. He knew that he wasn't regressed, yet he was unaware of his most recent actions. Was the stress causing him to revert to such infantile tendencies? Sean didn't have much time to think as Zoe quickly shoved the soother into his mouth. The rubber teat felt both familiar and unusually welcoming. “I think it's best that you keep that paci with you at all times. I'll get a necklace to attach to it, so you can use it at all times, especially when you are feeling stressed out. I also recommend to use it in public at all times, that way you don't have to worry about any of the meanie adult amazonians trying to get you into trouble, while on your day off. My sisters little made a mistake of saying some rather bad words while out in the open and was forced to go to a etiquette school because of it. As you are aware, that type facility was only created so that littles would become far more docile and accepting of their babyhood. My sisters little was not all that easy to get along with, especially after when she first adopted him. But after spending two weeks at the school, he became the most obedient little that I've ever seen, he was almost like a different person. It also doesn't help that my parents will not allow a little inside the house unless they have been mentally regressed on a permanent basis or have been educated at a etiquette school. That is why I haven't brought you to my parents home for a visit...It would not end up going well for either of us if they saw and heard that you could speak properly.” Sean felt some relief that Zoe still was looking out for his well-being. Sean noticed that the pacifier seemed to be helping him feel more relaxed, even though the soother didn't have any regressive properties to it. “This isn't all that bad. Perhaps pacifiers are not as bad as I thought. But still... I'm not going to use one when I get back to my dimension, that would would be too awkard. Sean continued to listen in on Zoe's conversation and her perspective on things. “Personally, I'm not a fan of using a etiquette schools to force littles to adjust to the natural infancy lifestyle. I'm a believer that love and respect is all that you need in order to bring out the best in a little. I promise that no matter what, I'll make sure that you never end up at a school like that or even worse, a medical facility where they could wipe your your entire memory.” Zoe pulled Sean in for another hug, which was now causing him to feel a bit drowsy. “So, how about it, Sean. Are you ready to get dressy dressed” Zoe asked as she patted the front of his diaper. Sean was startled as Zoe lifted Sean off of her chest and was placed over her shoulder. He tried to speak up but only the sucking sounds from his pacifier were coming out. Sean had already forgotten that he had a pacifier in his mouth as he continued to act perplexed. “Alrighty then, now onto the really fun part! It's so perfect that I actually have the ideal outfit for you, my wittle bun bun. I can't wait for you to try this on!” It felt like time had slowed down for Sean, as he watched Zoe grab a article of clothing that was laying underneath the mattress. Sean felt a dreaded sense of nostalgia. It was a outfit that he was somewhat familiar with. Sean remembered the outfit vividly, since it was of the most unusual pieces of clothing he had ever seen. It was a bright pink onesie that was able to cover the majority of his body, from head to toe. It also had a pair of bunny ears and a white poofy tail at the lower back end of it. Sean never thought he would see that awful looking outfit again, after keeping it inside his closet all this time. It was a gift from his apartment manager along with a package of diapers and a pacifier, when he first arrived in the amazonian dimension. He originally thought it was some sort of honest mistake, as if it were meant for a actual baby or someone of the opposite sex. But now, here it was again, in Zoe's hands and Sean immediately knew what her intentions were. He had to make a stand, he could not allow himself to be submit to such a girlish outfit. “Zoe, what are you thinking? Please throw that away or even better, burn it! I have no intentions wearing that horrid thing!” Sean tried again to speak up but nothing was coming out of his mouth. He was alarmed and frustrated at the same over his inability to speak. “What the hell!? Why can't I speak! This doesn't make sense. I should....WAIT!” Sean soon realized that he was still sucking on the soother, he quickly placed his hand onto his mouth and tried to remove it, but for whatever reason, he was having trouble accomplishing that. “Why? Is this thing somehow glued to my mouth!?” Sean was unaware that he was holding the pacifier in his mouth as his teeth clinched onto the rubber teat. Zoe noticed Sean's distress and was able to easily remove the soother from his mouth, so she could better understand him. “Something wrong, bun bun? Are you still thirty or hungry?” Zoe asked while brushing his hair with her hand. “Thank you, Zoe. What I was trying to say is that I have absolutely no intention of wearing that thing!” Sean hoped that his words would get through but Zoe continued to look at him with a loving expression. “Why not try it on? I think it will look just adorable on you.” Zoe measured the onesie and knew that it would easily fit someone of Sean's small stature. However Sean didn't feel the same way. He wanted to retain some form of dignity. “Zoe... It's bad enough that I agreed to put up with these diapers but there is no way in hell, that I can actually accept this. I'm a fucking guy! That onesie was made specifically for girls. I'm not about to parade myself in the public, looking like that!” Sean thought back to when he had spent the day with his apartment manager and was forced to wear a sailor uniform. And while it was demeaning, it was at least designated for males. This however was something completely different. “As you very well know, that type of language is not allowed bun bun, just a warning. Also, this will only be for today. We are going to a lovely fair, outside of the city. It's a special occasion, after all.” Zoe tried to force the pacifier back into his mouth, but Sean managed to cover it with his right hand. “In that case, let me wear a pair of my normal pants and a shirt over this damn diaper!” For a moment, Sean felt like he had won the argument as there was a moment of silence. Zoe took a deep breathe and soon the atmosphere changed Sean could tell that his body was letting him that he was about to be in big trouble. “We are not going to argue over this Sean. I'm your mommy and I have the final say on what is truly appropriate for you to wear. Do you want a spanking to remind you of our deal?” Sean was stunned by Zoe's sudden change of behavior. One moment, she was a kind and caring person and now she was a menacing and scary amazonian. Sean knew that he had no chance of changing the outcome but he still didn't want to accept this. Tears started coming down his eyes. He desperately wanted to his stuffed animal, Linky to provide himself some comfort. “But...But ZO....Mommy...Please?” Sean begged, hoping to that she would see to reason. He had already admitted defeat and was somewhat ready to spend the next week as Zoe's baby, but he didn't want to be mistaken for a girl. “You have the count of three to put that pacifier back into your mouth, There will not be a four.” Zoe explained as she took a seat on the bed and placed Sean over her knee. He couldn't believe it, he was on the verge of being punished. “You can't possibly!” “ONE!” “Please Zoe, I'm not...”Sean couldn't continue to speak as he began to whimper. And while he was of sound mind, his body had a different idea. “TWO” “Before Zoe could finish her count, Sean began to bawl like a actual baby. It was almost like a out of body experience. He didn't feel emotionally broken, but his body had literately regressed on the spot. “This isn't right. I''m literally crying my ass off. I can't control my emotions, damn it, this is the worst.” Sean didn't dare to try and look up at Zoe, he could only wonder what she was thinking as he continued to sob. Zoe didn't count to three, instead she grabbed the pacifier and carefully placed it back into Sean's mouth. Sean immediately started to suck on it without a moments notice as his bawling began to end. Zoe felt kind of guilty, she even started to figure out as to what was happening to Sean but wasn't entirely sure if he was suffering some of the side effects from the mental regression that he had been through. “Sean I'm only doing what is best for the two of us. We need to rely on each other for this to actually work. In our dimension, no one is going to judge you for what you are. And the fact remains is that you are my baby, so you don't need to overthink things. Your momma will take care of everything, okay?” Zoe's words felt so soft and comforting. Sean was quickly pulled into a firm hug which he responded with his own. “Your life will be so much better and simpler while under my care. Don't worry about what anyone thinks of you. All you need is your mommy.” Zoe's words continued to echo deep into Sean's subconscious. Her words could not be ignored. Sean felt like he was in a trance as he stared right into Zoe's eyes. He could no longer see her as a partner or friend, at this time, she was his amazonian mother. “Is mommy right? Am I overthinking things? I just don't know...” Sean's mind was at a fog. Sean continued to struggle to come up with any answers. The only thing that was certain, was that he greatly enjoyed his pacifier. “Does Sean want to be a good baby for his mommy?” Zoe asked she placed her forehead onto his. Sean's face began to flush, he couldn't say no, not anymore. Zoe was his world and he didn't want to think of life without it. Sean slowly nodded his head. He couldn't think of anything but of Zoe at that moment. His job, his life prior to Diamond Tours, everything was irrelevant right now. “That's a my baby boy. Mommy is so proud of you. You are being very mature about this.” Zoe grabbed the pink bunny onesie and began the process of changing him into it. Sean did the only thing he could physically do at the moment, he closed his eyes as he felt his legs being enclosed in the warm and soft fabric of the onesie. Sean opened his left eye for a moment to take a quick glimpse of his feet, only to see that they were fully covered in a warm fur type of fabric. The feeling was odd as every part of his body was being enclosed by it. It was so unreal to not be able to see his own bare feet. It was also oddly comforting. His feet no longer resembled a humans, they looked like a bunny's. Zoe was simply humming to herself as she easily slid his arms into the onesie and quickly zipped up the back of it..Sean soon felt a playful tug on the puffy tail that connected to the onesie, Zoe then spoke up, indicating that she was finished. “Oh my goodness! It should be illegal to be this cute! Zoe explained as she looked over her work before applying the hoodie over Sean's head, so the bunny ears could stick up. Sean took a moment to look over his outfit, and while it was comfortable and clean, it was far from what he preferred. And while his diapers were covered from view, they were still noticeable as his butt was much puffier than usual. ”I wanna watch my cartoons!” Sean felt so unease and felt that some colorful cartoons would raise his moral. But his words could not be heard, with the soother in his mouth. There was a small part of his mind that was telling him to run, but he couldn't move a muscle after seeing the warm smile coming from his amazonian caretaker. “All right, let's get this last part buttoned up, that way we can head out the door soon!” Zoe put the finishing touches as she applied the snaps to the onesie. Sean instantly knew that he would have a hard time walking on his feet with this abhorrent outfit on. It also made his diaper feeling even more refined. “This will definitely give me some ideas on what type of clothing I should buy for you later today. The fair should have some really interesting sets!” Zoe then kissed Sean on the cheek before picking him up and escorting him to the bathroom. “Take a look! It's the far opposite of bad, in fact the pink fabric really blends in well with the color of your eyes.” Sean thought his heart had stopped beating for a moment as he gazed into his refection in the mirror. He didn't see a eighteen year old boy that was on the verge of adult-hood, instead there was a unknown baby girl in front of him, that hadn't even graduated kindergarten yet. “Dear god...”Sean kept his words to himself as he continued to stare at the complete stranger in the mirror. It didn't feel real, like it was some sort of dream and it was one that he couldn't wake up from. Having no facial hair didn't help any matters as well. The only solace was that no one would recognize him. But being mistaken for a girl wasn't really much of a positive in the grand scheme of things. The bunny ears and poofy white tail, only added fuel to the fire. Sean would have normally started to freak out but his body seemed perfectly fine, and he continued to slowly suck on the pacifier. He had everything to remain calm. “I'm going to take out take out your paci, so you can brush your teeth before we go. I need to write a few things down, just in case I forget about them later on today. Can you behave while I'm away for a moment?” Sean was caught off guard by Zoe's request. He nodded his head, as she took out the pacifier and placed it in slowly in Sean's left hand. After being allowed back onto the floor, Zoe gave a playful tap to Sean' padded rear-end before exiting the bathroom, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Sean looked over the pacifier for a moment, his body was telling him to put it back into his mouth and that it would solve all his problems. But for whatever reason, he kept staring at it, as if he was zoned out. Immersed in not just the object, but was it represented for him and his future. Sean then used his right hand to slap himself on the face. Knocking some sense back into him. “Look at me, I'm a diapered baby. I'm no longer a big boy, I need too...Damn it” Sean felt frustrated as he tried to fight his internal thoughts. Part of himself seemed to accept that being a baby was normal as breathing. “My only hope now is the lawyer...I...I can't put my trust in momm...Zoe anymore...Not after this...” As Sean started to brush his teeth, he started to reflect on his own decisions since arriving in this dimension. Sean knew he could have done much more than simply being careful and observant. He felt things were going just fine until he had his first accident and now it was all down hill from here. What's worse is that he was starting to feel a sense of revelation and that this was all meant to be. And he wasn't sure if this was something he truly felt or if it was his ongoing assimilation into this amazonian society. “This freaking outfit...Why couldn't at least be blue or green.” Sean could see that the hoodie covered the majority of his hair. The bunny ears remained standing even afer Sean tried to force them to stay down, but somehow they would always go back to there original position, as if the onesie had a mind of it's own. The puffy white tail on his rear end made his butt stick out even further. Almost every part of the onesie was a bright tone of pink, which did nothing but make him standout even more. The only part of his body that wasn't covered by the onesie, was only his face. “I ignored all the warning signs...Running away would amount to nothing right now...Even if I were to somehow to make it back to Diamond Headquarters and try to sneak back into that machine that transported me here, I'm sure that I would be reprehended before I could even come within a hundred feet of it. ” After brushing his teeth and placing his tooth brush on the counter, Sean slowly walked around, trying to get a better feel of what he would be wearing for the rest of the day. Sean knew that tomorrow had to be the turning point for his time in this dimension. It had to be. Sean noticed that he was able to stay on both of his feet as he walked around and then slowly exited the bathroom. His balance seemed to be more coordinated than expected, he wasn't sure if it was due to his mind not being mentally regressed or if his body was adapting to wearing diapers. The crinkling of his padded undergarment didn't do him any favors. Sean knew that this was not a part of his job description but yet, here he was, being treated like the all the native littles in this dimension. “I forget, wasn't it illegal for me to be babied? I don't know, maybe I'll ask mommy.” Sean sighed as he put the pacifier back into his mouth, wondering what type of fair he would be going too. He was hoping there would be some carnival type of games and animals that are native to this dimension. “I wonder if mommy will allow me to walk while we are the fair?” Sean suckled on the pacifier contently as he felt more at peace with himself. Everything else on his mind and what seemed important, now was a mere afterthought. “Thanks for waiting, bun bun. Shall we get going?” Zoe asked as she grabbed her purse and looked down at her baby and gently pulled out the pacifier. “Mommy, why do you keep calling me, Bun Bun?” Sean asked as he looked at Zoe with confusion. “It's my nickname for you. Your a baby bunny, and I think the name Bun Bun, suits you quite well.” “Okay...But after today, I won't have to wear this again, right?” Sean asked and awaited for a answer. “That's right bun bun, we are going to buy you so many cute alternate forms of clothing, I cannot wait!” Zoe gently placed the pacifier back into his mouth. Sean started to suckle on the soother, as if everything was normal, but he couldn't shake the small sense of dread he was having. “Your going to learn a lot about some of the culture from outside the city and perhaps you can make some new playmates as well!” Zoe grabbed Sean by the hips and hoisted him over her shoulder. “Playmates? Do I really want to have playmates? Wasn't I in this dimension for something else?” Sean kept questioning himself as he laid his head on Zoe's shoulder as she carried him to her car. “We will have to make a few stops for gas and to also stretch our legs, it's going to be quite the drive, but I made sure to pack some extra diapers and bottles for you. Perhaps I'll buy you a nice toy, that is if you behave properly.” Sean wasn't paying attention as he remained oblivious to everything around him and kept spacing out.. “Weather is kinda chilly, but I feel super warm in this!” Sean stated to himself after exiting the apartment, Zoe assisted in putting Sean into his booster seat but before he could be locked into it, a amazonian woman that lived within the apartment complex came over to get a closer look at the two of them. “Oh my, what a adorable baby girl you have there. How long as she been adopted for?” The older looking amazonian asked as she looked directly at Sean, whom still wasn't even paying attention, he kept staring at his feet as he stretched out his hands to try and touch them. “I just recently acquired her this past week, it's taken some time for her to adjust but she is a really good mannered little.” Zoe stated as she tried to hold herself back from chuckling a bit. She was somewhat amused that Sean was being mistaken for a girl, and she had hoped that Sean wouldn't take their conversation in a negative light. “In that case, congratulations on your recent adoption. She is a keeper, but don't let your guard down, most newly acquired littles have a tendency to misbehave and try to run away from their parents. It usually takes a few months before they can actually accept there proper role in life. It's always easier to send them to a etiquette school so they can adapt faster, but that's just my personal opinion.” The older amazonian woman then pinched Sean on his cheek as she nodded her head, before nodding her head and going her separate way. Sean quickly was snapped out of his trance as after being pinched on the cheek. He then started to scratch his eyes while he gathered himself. “What the hell? When did I get put into the booster seat? Why am I sucking on this pacifier again!?” Sean was perplexed as he took the soother out of his mouth, he looked over at Zoe but decided to remain quiet until they were about to leave. He had some questions that seriously needed to be answered. “Thank you for your kind words!...” Zoe replied as she finished up and strapped Sean tightly into his booster seat and then shut the passenger door. “Something doesn't feel right...” Sean thought he was having some sort of hallucination and he quickly bit his lip to make sure that everything around him was actually real and not some strange mirage. He was coming to the realization that his body and part of his mind seemed to be acting on it's own. As if there was a alternate version of himself. “I'm so sorry Sean...I just couldn't help myself. It was so amusing that elderly woman had mistaken you for a girl, hehe.” Zoe giggled to herself while starting her car, obviously not bothered by what had transpired. “This is exactly why I didn't want to wear this!” Sean yelled out as he threw his pacifier on the floor, slightly surprising Zoe. Sean wanted to feel upset but his body for whatever strange reason, wasn't allowing him to do so. His ongoing feelings of comfort and warmth felt way too unnatural. Sean knew that something was definitely wrong with his mental state, but he wasn't sure if it had anything to do with mental regression. He was well aware that he had already taken his anti-regression pill. This type of change felt way to spontaneous. “Understandable...Here, perhaps this will help brighten your mood.” Zoe handed over the stuffed animal bear, Linky. Sean's eyes widened up and his face sparkled with glee. “AWW! Linky!” Sean grabbed hold of the bear and held it tightly in his arms, some drool was coming down his mouth, as he embraced the stuffed animal with both his arms. “I knew that you would grow to like him. He was my favorite stuffed animal when I was still a toddler myself.” Zoe reached over and grabbed the pacifier on the floor. She quickly removed any dust and dirt on it. “Now Bun Bun, remember, I want you to be on your best behavior. Can you do that for mommy?” Zoe asked as she was about to force the soother back into his mouth. “I will mommy!” Sean happily accepted the pacifier without question. Zoe took a moment to adore the sight she was seeing. It was everything that she had hoped for and then some. It also confirmed her suspicions on what Sean was going through. It was a effect that almost all littles go through at some point. And it wasn't very well known to their kind. “I wonder if Sean is suffering the physical side effects from his previous exposure to mental regression. I don't think I ever told him about it when I discussed the mental regression system and how it worked. Physical indoctrination isn't as bad as going to a etiquette school...But still.” Zoe took a deep breathe as she exited the parking lot and headed towards the road. She felt a sense of guilt but her maternal instincts were telling her that this was for the best. Zoe put on some soothing instrumental music as she headed toward the highway. The weather was decent enough, slightly overcast but not menacing enough to produce any rain. She looked over at Sean for a second and so desperately wanted to keep him happy and care-free. But Zoe kept wondering if she was crossing a line that she wasn't suppose to do. She didn't want to end up like her folks and sister and see a little as nothing more than a baby that needed to be taken care of. “If I were to convince Sean to quit Diamond Tours, I would still need to get approval from human resources to make it finalized. I would also have to make sure that Alexa doesn't find out as well... NO! I promised Sean that I would help him and that adoption is out of the question!. He's got a family and...” Zoe changed the channel to a local talk-show radio station, hoping that it could keep her inner thoughts at bay. She had already forced Sean to temporary live as her baby, she thought it would be enough to satisfy her ever growing maternal instincts. But, she wanted more and that scared her. Sean continued to play with Linky for the next half hour, until he started to feel a bit agitated, he realized what the issue was and then allowed himself to soil his diaper, which caused his body to relax. He closed his eyes while embracing the warmth inside his disposable undergarment. Just a moment later, Sean opened his eyes and then looked around the car and came to the realization of what he had just did to himself. A look of disgust was evident as he dropped the stuffed animal on the floor. “What the fuck! I just pissed myself!...But this time, I wanted too... This is too much!” Something is seriously going on! I have to talk to Zoe right here and now!” Sean quickly removed the pacifier and placed it right onto his lap. He was ready to get some answers from Zoe and hoped she would comply. “Do you have something to say, Sean?” Zoe asked as she noticed Sean taking the pacifier out of his mouth. “Mommy, I went pee pee!” Sean quickly placed both of his hands on his mouth, horrified by the words that came out. It was like someone else was speaking for him. “It will be alright, bun bun. In about another half hour, we will make a pit-stop at a gas station, I'll gladly change your diapey right there. Please be patient for me, okay?” Zoe asked politely as she kept her attention on the road. Sean nodded his head and grabbed the pacifier and placed it back into his mouth, feeling that her answer was sufficient enough and that all was well in the world. Roughly twenty minutes later, Sean felt the car come to a stop, he wanted to get a better look and see where they currently were, but he was unable since the windows were far beyond his eye level. “I think it's about time we took a nice break and filled up the tank It will also do us good to stretch our legs and get the blood flowing.” Zoe exited the vehicle and then opened the passenger door, so she could help little out. Zoe removed the pacifier from Sean's mouth which caused him to whine slightly. “It's okay bun bun, I'll give you your paci back after we get you changed, okay?” Sean nodded slightly, he kept wondering as to why he felt so upset with himself. He decided to speak up, hoping that it would help balance himself out. “Just...Where are we?” Sean looked around and noticed that they were no longer in the city, it almost looked like they were in the middle of a nowhere, surrounded by mountains and barren fields. He could tell that they were close to the highways exit, since he could hear several cars going by at a rapid pace. “We are on highway twenty two. It's the fastest route to the town where the fair is held at. It's called Las Argos. The fair is right right at the first exit to the town.” Zoe stated as she picked Sean up and carried him towards the gas station's, store entrance. “Las Argos?” Sean knew that there other smaller towns that surrounded the city of New Haven. It was both exciting and scary at the same time. Sean was about to explore a new area that he had not bothered to previously research. Sean wanted to take some pictures but he didn't have his work phone on him and his personal phone was all but lost. Once again, he would need to rely on Zoe for almost all of his needs. “It's fairly desolate town with a rich history. As of now, it's more suited for older folks as a retirement community. So you won't find any flashy stores, malls, and or any sports stadiums like New Haven does. Most of the outlets are small mom and pop shops. It's a great place for hiking, mountain climbing, and just good ol fashion sight seeing.” Sean's eyes brightened up at the thought of hiking through a vast and unexplored landscape in the amazonian dimension, Zoe also took notice of his sudden interest. “Does my bun bun want to go hikey wikey with me sometime?” Zoe asked as she playfully patted his rear-end. “I would love that! Can we do that today?” Sean asked with glee. “Not today, unfortunately, the hiking trails are even farther off from the fair. Besides, I don't think you are properly dressed for something like that, hehe. Plus I would need to order a specially made stroller for you. Normal strollers wouldn't be able to cut it while on such harsh trails. ” Sean felt immeasurably disappointed and Zoe could hear the disappointment in his voice. As the two entered the gast station, Zoe giggled to herself as she grabbed a small basket and started to look around for some snacks and other various items that she had saved on a list. “Oh...Ya...That's right, I'm wearing...This god forsaken bunny costume.” Sean was quickly reminded of what he was wearing as he looked at his hands and how they were completely covered. Sean noticed that he was feeling a bit more alert as they passed by several amazonians in the store. A couple of them smiled and cooed at his direction. He noticed that there was a little strapped into a harness on the chest of a male amazonian. She had a glazed look in her eyes. Sean could tell that she was completely regressed. A fate that he wanted to avoid at all costs. “That's right! I need to get your diapey changed before we head out. Might as well use the restroom and get it done with, before we fill up the tank!” Zoe placed the small basket on the floo near the restroom door. Sean noticed that they were entering the female public restroom, he was about to complain until Zoe reassured him that it was all perfectly fine. After helping Sean onto the changing table, the boy looked over and noticed that if anyone entered the restroom, they would be able to get a good look at him, while his diaper was being changed. Sean hoped that the restroom would remain desolate until Zoe finished her work. Zoe began to hum to herself she opened the flap to Sean's onesie and ripped the tapes off of his diaper. “Hmm, it looks like your diapey could handle a bit more. Are you sure that you want a new one now?” “Please mommy, I don't want to wear a wet diapey!” Sean asked as he looked a bit apprehensive. Zoe smiled as she laid a kiss on Sean's nose, while she removed the soiled diaper. She began to wipe him down with a delicate touch.. As his butt was being wiped, Sean took the time to scan the restroom, wondering if there was anything noticeably different about it compared to all the ones in his dimension. Just a moment later, another amazonian woman came in with a little sitting in a stroller. She then plopped the diapered female little on a changing table right next to Sean's. “Oh my, that's such a cute baby...Boy!? I wouldn't have guessed.” The unknown amazonian explained as she looked over at Sean before focusing on her baby. Sean kept his focus on the female little that was about to be changed as well. Wondering if she felt as embarrassed as he did. “Why thank you. I just recently adopted him. He is a portal little and all I could ever ask for.” Zoe stated as she grabbed a bottle of baby powder and began to sprinkle it over the boy's lower half. “Congrats, that is such a amazing accomplishment. Especially since it's almost impossible to find any portal littles as of late. I kinda feel sorry for all the native littles, they are not as widely sought after, since the tourist program came into effect . As for me, I'm perfectly fine with my Isabel. I purchased her at a auction house around twelve years ago. She was eighteen at the time. She just turned thirty not too long ago. She is still as adorable as when I first laid eyes on her.” The amazonian began to remove Isabel's diaper, while the female little just watched quietly while sucking on her pacifier and holding a rattle in her left hand. Sean watched, curious if the little was able to speak or if her mental state had deteriorated. Sean wasn't sure, the girl peaked over at him, she seemed aware but something in her eyes told Sean that she had given up any hope of being free, long ago. “She's definitely older than me. Did I hear that right? Twelve years? This older girl next to me, has been living as a baby for twelve years straight!? I'll never let that happen...I'm a big boy!” Sean then turned his attention back to Zoe as she placed the new fresh diaper under his butt. Sean couldn't help but smile as he felt the fresh padding hit his bare bottom. He instantly forgot what he was thinking as he focused his attention onto Zoe. “After applying the tapes, Zoe quickly buttoned up his onesie and then helped Sean off of the changing table. “I'm so proud of you. You were very well behaved. Mommy knows her bun bun loves a fresh new diapey! Yes you do!” Zoe rubbed her cheek against Sean's, which caused him to giggle a bit. After exiting the restroom, Sean began to remember his unusual actions and behavior. “My body keeps acting on autopilot at times. Every time I want to say something, I keep gettign distracted and forget” Sean remained silent while Zoe took a few minutes to grab a few more items for the road. Zoe then walked over to the register to pay for the items while Sean rested his head on her shoulder. “I'll also get forty dollars worth of gas on pump number eight.” Zoe handed her credit card to the cashier whom started to ring her up. “Awe...Such an adorable baby girl, she reminds me of my little that currently in daycare. What's her name?” The cashier asked as she gently patted Sean on his head, she also tugged at the bunny ears in a playful manner. “ His name is Sean. He is my pride and joy.” Zoe lowered the boy onto the cashiers table so she could get a better look at him. “OH...I'm so sorry. I mistook him for a girl. That cute onesie is really had me fooled.” The cashier stated as she pinched Sean's right cheek while chuckling to herself. “Not at all. He really blends in quite well with it. I'm bringing him to the fair so he we can get him some other unique clothing.” Sean kept his head lowered, hoping that there conversation would end as soon as possible. “If you don't mind me asking, how many times do you breast-fed your baby per day? I personally believe that is the only way that a little should be fed. Based on statistics, they receive all the proper nutrients from it. Any other form of liquid is nowhere as adequate.” Zoe blushed as the personal question, as much as she wanted too, it was out of the question, it would cause for more problems than answers. “Ugh...A...A couple times. I'm kinda new at this, hehe.” Zoe hesitated as speaking, as she started to remember what happened the prior night. Sean didn't like where this conversation was going and decided to speak up, hoping to put a end to it. “Zo...Mommy...Can't we get going? I'm getting kinda tired!” Sean wasn't actually tired, but rather didn't want to be the main attraction while other amazonians were waiting in line. “My goodness! Your little can speak coherently! Don't you find that to be a tad dangerous and irresponsible?” The cashier asked as she gave Sean a disgusted look. Sean was alarmed by the sudden change in her tone and expression. Zoe looked rather offended and decided to speak on behalf of her little. “What I do with my baby, is my own prerogative. And yes Sean, I think we should get going.” Zoe was noticeably upset with the cashier and quickly picked him up and carried him out of the gas station. “I'm sorry about that Sean. I didn't think that woman would be so god damn shallow. I need to remember that there are amazonian's that believe all littles should be permanently regressed. It's so god damn stupid.” Sean felt a bit relieved that Zoe was looking after him, even if it wasn't in a ideal way. It was a reminder of why he found Zoe to be so charming. Though the past twenty four hours has been somewhat different on that aspect. After arriving back at the car, Zoe lowered Sean to his feet, right near the vehicle. “Does my bun bun want to go walky walky. while I fill the tank?” “Ugh...Sure.” Sean wasn't sure on how to reply, but he reluctantly agreed, feeling he was getting to comfortable with being carried by Zoe. It was also a chance to gather himself. “Just don't wonder off, your still too young to be on your own.” Zoe explained as she started to fill the tank. Sean wondered if Zoe was just joking around or if she was actually serious. It wasn't long ago, that he was living on his own while in this strange dimension, and ever since he started to have accidents, it's been a downward effect on both his physical and mental state. “I need to say something to Zoe know about the way I'm behaving. No more delaying this!” Sean walked back over to wear Zoe was standing and prepared to ask her the question that was on his mind. “Zoe I have a serious question, can you please answer this for me?” Sean asked as he awaited for the much needed response. “Sean! You forgot , it's mommy or momma.” Zoe playfully tapped Sean on his nose before playfully pushing his pacifier back into his mouth. Sean once again forgot what he was thinking about, as his mind went blank again while he suckled on the soother rather contently. “I'm sure that this is for the best....” Zoe bit her lip as she helped Sean back into his booster seat and buckled him in. She knew what was going on, but decided to stay quiet about it. Sean wasn't being regressed through the normal means but was rather experiencing a very common side-effect that happens if a little grows emotionally attached to a amazonian if they are regressed on several occasions. Zoe then took out a couple things in a bag that she purchased at the gas station. “It's going to be a long trip, so I got these from the toy section. You can have some playtime while we are on the road.” Sean was handed two action figures, one was of a soldier wearing camo pants and the other was a green musclebound alien with larger than normal hands. “This looks interesting.” Sean began to play with the figures while holding onto his stuffed animal, Linky. “I could probably convince Sean at this point to quit his job, and then I could legally adopt him. But then I would have to find us a new place to live. I would never let him stay at my parents house, given their shallow viewpoints on littles.” After finishing filling up her tank, Zoe wondered if she could seriously keep her maternal instincts in check, even after everything that has taken place. She had Sean under her complete control but not to the point that it could be end up being long term. “Life is such a game of chances.” Zoe sighed as she started her car and continued onward to the fair. For the next half hour, the trip to the fair seemed to be going rather smoothly. Zoe took a few quick glimpses and noticed that Sean seemed a bit distracted as he was grabbing his pacifier. Zoe reached over and pulled it out for him. “Is there something on your mind, bun bun?” Zoe asked as she kept her attention on the road. “Umm...Momma. I have a couple of questions.” Sean asked after placing the toys on the floor. “What is it baby? Are you thirsty?” Zoe asked as she continued to focus on the road. “Actually, that was my second question. My mouth was feeling kinda dry.” “In that case, let me get this for you. I got this when we were at the gas station a while ago.” Zoe handed Sean a plastic baby bottle filled with strawberry milk. Sean looked at the bottle and sighed. “Moo Moo milk. Why am I not surprised.” Sean continued to look at the bottle and then noticed a label near the bottom. It said, level four. Sean immediately knew what that meant. It also coincided with his main question. “Mommy, this milk says level four. I can't drink this stuff, or I'll be mentally regressed.” Sean replied as he showed the bottle to her. “I know bun bun, but you have taken your anti-regression pill, so it will be alright. I'll have to remind myself to give you another, right when we arrive at the fair.” Sean took a deep breathe. Now was the time to ask Zoe about her intentions. He had be clear with her and understand what she was truly wanting. “Mommy...Please be truthful with me...Do you seriously want to adopt and keep me as your baby?” Zoe's eyes started to widen, she then pulled the car over to the side of the road. It was a question that she wasn't expecting. Especially with how causal he asked. Zoe was secretly hoping that Sean would convince himself that this was a ideal life but only if he was of a sound mind. After putting her vehicle in park, Zoe took a deep breathe herself. She wanted to be as truthful as possible and not omit anything. “Yes...” Sean was not surprised by Zoe's response. Especially with how the whole day had been going so far. He had been basically living the life of a adopted little, the only difference was that it wasn't legally bound due to his employment with Diamond Tours. “Are you purposefully manipulating me by doing all of this, mommy? Please tell me... I feel funny” Sean stated as he looked at his hands and then at Zoe. “Of course not, but I really wanted our relationship to grow and for a amazonian like me, this is the most natural route to go . I hope you are not feeling mislead. Also what do you mean by that you feel funny?” Zoe was a bit worried that she had pushed things a bit too far by adapting Sean to the lifestyle of a native little. “Lately, my body feels like it's acting on it's own. I'm not even aware of it at times. I went pee pee on purpose and I didn't like that. I'm a big boy and I don't want to lose my big boy privileges. It's just...” Sean immediately slapped himself on the forehead, which caught Zoe by surprise. There was moment of silence as Sean took a few deep breathes and then looked up at Zoe with concern. “Zoe, I think this dimension is seriously warping my sense on reality. I feel like I'm slowly losing my adult mind...Saying all these weird childish things. I'm not sure how much longer I can last like this.” Sean stated with a teary eyed look. Zoe responded by unbuckling Sean and firmly holding the distraught little in her arms, hoping to calm him down before he would start bawling his eyes out again. “It will be alright. As your momma, it's my job to make sure that you are kept safe and that you make it back to your dimension when your job is done here.” Zoe explained as gently patted Sean on his back, she never gave Sean a direct answer, but still wanted to reassure him in this delicate moment. “As much as I want to adopt you....I know...Deep down, that I cannot or rather...Will not adopt you. You have a family back in your dimension and because of that...Despite all the the maternal love I want give... It has kept growing inside me, right after we first met. I didn't actually think it would get to this point with my amazonian instincts. My older sister told me once, that it was the most precious feeling in the world, to have a little to care for...And now I finally understand what she means...I'm sorry for not being more clear with you. I just wanted to experience this, even if it's temporary.” Sean noticed a tear in Zoe's eyes, he could feel the weight of her words and decided it wasn't just a shallow excuse. “Do you really need to treat me like a baby? It's so weird and it seems to be messing with my head, the more that time passes.” Sean wanted to get angry for his lack of resistance and being so complacent but his feelings for Zoe seemed to be more prevalent. “Like I said, it's only temporary. It's not permanent like with all littles. I won't be like most amazonian mommy's and take away your right to speak and ability to walk... I'm not sure if you remember, but I specifically said that if you still want me to be to be around you on our day's off, there has to be a trade off. I'll continue to provide you company and also keep you safe at the same-time...But...” Zoe stopped speaking as she looked over at Sean, hoping he would remember last nights conversation. “Ya... I remember our conversation” Sean blushed as he remembered at how desperate he sounded last night. He knew that it wasn't the real him speaking but in the end, he still verbally said it. “You do know, that I was still partly mentally regressed, right? I wasn't talking or thinking coherently like I am today.” Sean explained. “I can see that...But don't you find any of this fulfilling? Do you not feel at ease, having your every need taken care of?” Zoe asked as she patted his head. Sean slightly blushed, he did find some comfort with the way she physically held him, but not at the cost of limiting his own self-reliance. “I liked how things were previously, when you only had to carry me, while I was still wearing my normal big boy clothes...This whole situation with these diapers and this ridiculous outfit. It's too much.” Sean explained as he looked at the babyish onesie he was wearing. “Keep in mind, the reason you are current in diapers is because of your wittle accidents. I don't want to chance anything by having you in your boxers. Even pull-ups can only go so far. Your quite the heavy wetter, aferr all” Zoe playfully pinched Sean on his cheek as she kept him on her lap. She could see that her words were having a effect on Sean. There were specifics that she wanted to discuss but not now. All she wanted, was for Sean to behave and enjoy himself. Tomorrow they both would be back working on behalf of Diamond Tours. Sean remained quiet for a moment, trying to come up with a valid response but he kept drawing a blank. He wanted to suck on his his thumb so badly as he kept his attention onto it. He just wanted things to go his way but Zoe always seemed to find a way to counter his arguments. Perhaps he was trying to hard, and maybe he should just relax and let himself go. He wasn't being adopted, and that was the most important factor. “But what about Alexa!? I almost positive that she did something to me. You know how shady she is...!” Sean stopped speaking as Zoe ignored Sean's words as she grabbed the plastic baby bottle filled with strawberry milk and playfully held it around his mouth. Sean was memorized by it, as if he was instinctively wanting it. “Does my wittle bun bun want his drinky winky?I can tell that your thirsty. And I can easily fix that!And keep in mind, this is all perfectly acceptable in this dimension.” Zoe kept teasing the bottle around his head. Sounds of whining as he tried to reach for the rubber teat with his mouth. Zoe slowly lowered the bottle into Sean's mouth and was pleased that he had accepted it without any issue. “Your just a baby, my baby...This is what you really want, isn't it? We maybe co-workers but this how we should have started out after we met. But at least we can continue this for the next several months. As long as you are not mentally regressed through the standard means, this is perfectly legal.” Zoe knew that she was partially responsible for Sean's bladder issues but had no intention of explaining that to Sean just yet. She wanted to wait for the right time and place to explain everything. She also wanted to be in the right state of mind when that time came. Sean closed his eyes as he continued to suckle on the bottle, feeling his thirst was being quenched. “What's going on? I don't know. But I do know that stuff is really tasty!” Zoe noticed that Sean was trying his best to keep his eyes open but was failing quite easily. She decided that now was a good time for him to take a nap while they continued their road trip to the fair. Zoe grabbed his pacifier and slowly placed it back into his mouth. Sean instantly fell back asleep while laying in her arms. Zoe took a moment to exhale, feeling quite pleased with how she handled things. She had Sean right where she wanted him, even though his mind was in some ways, being effected, but not to the point that it could cause any issues with Sean doing his job for Diamond Tours. “I'm so Sorry Sean...Someday I will confess about what actually happened to your bladder...Including the side effects that you are feeling from the previous day's mental regression. I hope you will forgive me, when that day comes around.” Zoe carefully placed Sean back into his booster seat and buckled him in. She then grabbed Linky and placed the stuffed animal in Sean's arms, while he slept. “In the end, I am a amazonian. My maternal instincts are absolute. I just hope this doesn't have a bad ending for the two of us” Zoe started her car again and continued onward to the fair, hoping that they would arrive before Sean would wake up again, hoping to surprise him. * * * * * * * * “I appreciate you taking the time to schedule my appointment, Dr. Conrad. This is all sudden, but I felt that I needed to get this done, given the set of circumstances that are changing around me.” Alexa explained as she walked around her office, she was completely prepared for tomorrows arrival of the president of New Haven to visit the headquarters of Diamond Tours. It would be a turning point for the company and hopefully herself. She was tired of relying on other individuals, she was now ready to personally take matters into her own hand. “No problem, Ms. Alexander, you are a valued client, if there is a little that you personally want to be permanently regressed, it will be done.” Dr. Conrad stated as he replied on his work phone. “You have always been reliable, unlike some of the people that work within this building of mine. Plus, I expect things to get far busier in the next week, once we get the approval to continue the tours. We need to make-up for the lack of portal littles for the past month. This temporary hold that the government put on our company has really screwed with our share-holders and my personal stock portfolio.” Alexa looked over her calendar. It was to be a very busy week, though it was all for personal reasons, not company related. “Just let me know when you get your hands on the little that you are seeking and I'll make sure to be available for when you want to go ahead with the procedure.” “Thanks Doc, I'll be getting back to you on that later this upcoming week.” Alexa put her phone down as she went to her computer and opened a e-mail personally sent to her by of her underlings. “My My...How cute. Looks like Sean has a very adorable family. I bet they would adapt very nicely to this dimension. Then again, all portal littles should end up regressed. It's the natural order of things.” Alexa had a profile and some pictures of Sean's family on the email she was sent. She wanted to be prepared for anything and to take advantage of the situation presented itself. “All according to plan...As for you Zoe, I'm definitely not happy that you are playing with my toy. Sean is my personal property and there are repercussions for not doing the job I assigned to you. Firing you would be to nice. I've got something more special for you..” Alexa seemed happy with herself, although she did feel a bit annoyed for not taking action earlier in the week as she wanted to play things safely, given the legal issues that surround a portal little special consultant within the company. Not even someone of her power and influence could do as she wished, though she could greatly influence the situation. * * * * * * * * * “Ugh...Huh?” Sean slowly started to wake himself up. He immediately noticed he was sitting on something that was moving, but it didn't feel anything like a car, he quickly noticed that he was residing in a stroller. He was about to panic until Zoe appeared in his field of vision. “Good afternoon Sean, did you enjoy your wittle nappy?” Zoe asked as she knelt down and smiled. Sean tried to speak, but a pacifier was inside his mouth and blocking him from doing so. He felt a immense amount of relief, realizing that he wasn't kidnapped by a random amazonian. “Here, lemme get that for you!” Zoe removed the pacifier, allowing Sean to speak freely. “Where are we, why am I in this thing?” Sean asked as he shifted his body around the stroller. He noticed that there was a canopy attached to it, so it gave him some privacy from the outside world. “We have been at the fair for roughly twenty minutes. I thought the noise from the crowds of people would have waken you up, but it looks like you are quite the deep sleeper. As for the stroller, I decided to end up purchasing one. There is so much I want to show you, but there are several items that I really wanted to get, while here but I wouldn't be able to hold onto them, if I'm carrying you all day. So I decided to get this and make it easier for the both of us. The stroller was a tad expensive, but in the long run, it will be worth it! I hope you find it to be comfortable, the fabric is very soft and delicate to a little's body.” Zoe asked as she used her finger and playfully poked Sean on his stomach, causing him to blush. “Ugh, it's nice I guess. Though I can barely see anything.” “Don't worry about that. Here, let me help you out, so you can get a better view of the scenery.” Zoe grabbed Sean by his hips and helped him out of the stroller. He was quickly placed near her chest as he got a better view of the area. “Wow, it's so crowded. I've never seen so many amazonians in a single area.” Sean was amazed to see a abundance of amazonians at the fair. The fair looked very similar to the type of fairs in his dimension, it was mainly outside with many exhibits to see surrounding the area. It also had a very spaghetti western theme to it, as there were many folks wearing cowboy looking hats and apparel. Many of the amazonian children playing with the local wild-life while in secure locations. Sean noticed that some of the animals were actually quite different from the ones in his world. “So now that you are awake, what would you like to do first, Sean. Do you want to go pway pway or perhaps you are hungry for something. In a hour, there will be a concert at the outdoor theater exhibit. I really want us to see that but before then, let's enjoy ourselves!” Zoe seemed far more enthusiastic than Sean was, mainly since he wasn't too thrilled to be paraded out in the open. “Honestly, I'm not too sure, but do you think you could put me back into the stroller? It was rather nice in there” Sean asked, he wanted to remain hidden from the public and didn't want any amazonians to mistake him for a girl. “I understand, my precious bun bun. How about we go to the local clothing shop nearby. There are some outfits that I want to check out for you. While we are doing so, you can think of something fun to do.” Zoe slowly helped Sean back into the stroller, and while he wasn't excited to be around so many people, a part of him was interested in seeing the local culture. “Here, I brought Linky to keep you company. I know you have become best of friends!” Zoe stated as she grabbed the stuffed bear from a basket, underneath the stroller. Sean smiled brightly as he grabbed hold of Linky and quickly put his pacifier back into his mouth. He continued to suck on the soother while holding onto the bear with both his arms. “I don't know why, but something feels off....Whatever!... Mommy and Linky will keep me safe.” For the next few minutes, Sean could see that they were passing by many different amazonians. Occasionally, Sean would see a few littles much like himself. They were either in a stroller or were being carried by their amazonian caretakers. Everything looked and almost felt normal as if they was how life truly worked. After a few minutes, Sean noticed that they were entering a local store. The sounds of the crowds came to a halt, after entering the shop, which was a welcome to his ears. “Welcome to Buckaroo baby, how can I help?” A employee asked as she walked up to Zoe. “Nothing much, but I would like to find some nice overalls and onesies for my baby.” Zoe explained as she grabbed Sean and took him out of the stroller. Sean began to whimper, not wanting to be scene by another amazonian in his current state. “Oh, isn't she just the darling. I'm sure that I can find some pretty dresses and proper nighttime clothing for her. “I knew it! This is getting old...” Sean knew that there wasn't much he could do, he just needed to keep himself from acting out and making things worse. “Oh, my bun bun is actually a boy. I think he would look better in some cute overalls than a dress.” Zoe explained as she removed the top of Sean's onesie, revealing his short brown hair “Oh, I do apologize about that. That onesie does a fabulous job at making him look like a darling.” The employee pinched Sean on the cheek as the two amazonians joked around a bit before looking around for some clothing specific to him. “Everything here looks so juvenile. Is mommy really expecting me to where stuff like this going forward?” Sean watched as Zoe excitedly scanned for several articles of clothing for him. She looked like a kid at the candy store while reviewing on what was available to her. Sean kept wondering as to why he was going along with this and kept wondering if he was doing the right thing? He didn't want to cause a stir, but with the way things were going, he didn't have much a say on anything. For the next few minutes, Zoe picked out around a half dozen pairs of clothing, most were either overalls or onesies, she did also pick up some socks, shoes and a necklace to attach the pacifier too. And while Sean wasn't happy about it, he was still grateful that Zoe didn't choose any frilly dresses or anything like the onesie he was currently wearing. “Is there anything you would like Sean? I feel like I'm doing all the fun work myself. I would like to get your opinion and perhaps there is something that you would like to try on yourself.” “There is nothing here that I would remotely li....!” Sean instantly stopped speaking as he noticed a onesie near the corner of the store. Sean knew that it was obviously infantile looking, but for some strange reason, he was really immersed with it and wanted to get a closer look to make sure that it was to his liking. So Sean pointed in the direction where the onesie was located at and Zoe escorted him over to it. “Oh? My bun bun has found something interesting? Let's take a look!” Sean's eyes widened as he looked over the onesie, it was so fascinating, he couldn't keep his eyes off of it. “Oh? Does my bun bun wanna be a foxy woxy?” Zoe asked as she grabbed the onesie in question off of the shelf and handed it to Sean. “It looks so cool! Can we get it?” Sean's heart was racing as he looked over the onesie. It was kind of similar to his current outfit as it was themed after a animal, but it was obviously geared towards a boy's perspective as the material had a more dark tan look to it. “I'm so glad that you are getting engaged with this. This is what I wanted for the both of us!” Zoe stated as she prepared to pay for the items at the checkout stand. Sean kept to himself as he was gently placed back into the stroller. After paying for the necklace, Zoe attached Sean's pacifier to it, so he would have easy access to it. He then grabbed Linky and held it tightly in his arms “I guess this is okay. But now that I start to think about it...Why did I come to this dimension in the first place? I know that I didn't come just to do this... I know that I wanted to find some work, but wasn't there something more to it? Is this a part of my job? My dumb dumb brainy can't think right! Stupid brain!” Sean placed the pacifier back into his mouth in frustration, perplexed by his own thoughts and his lack of awareness. For the next ten minutes, Sean casually kept playing with Linky while in the secure confines of his stroller, he almost forgot that he was at the fair, until Zoe plucked him out of the stroller again. “So bun bun, have you thought of something that you would personally like to do? There are plenty of fun exciting games for littles. Would you like to check any of them out? Zoe asked as she showed Sean the area that their were currently in. Sean was amazed to see so many littles around him. Some were playing at a jungle gym, while others were being entertained by a amazonian that was dressed as a clown. But no matter what any little was doing, they all had one thing in common, they were all properly diapered and under complete supervision of their amazonian folks. “There there! That looks rather fun!” Sean pointed out to the ball pit, near the exit to the fair. “Bun bun wants to get lost in a sea of colorful bally balls? Why not. Let's get you inside and have some fun with the other littles!” After escorting Sean to the ball pit, Zoe allowed Sean to walk on his own two feet. “Go ahead and jump in, bun bun!” I won't be too far off, I'll go take a seat at one of the benches nearby. I'll probably be on my phone, just let me know when you are done!” Zoe smiled as she waited for Sean to immerse himself. “What am I doing? This is all wrong? I didn't come here to play around? Sean took a moment to look at his hands and then his very noticeable padded butt with the poofy tail sticking out. Sean then turned his attention to the ball pit and noticed several littles having the time of their life as they jumped up and down and disappeared in the endless sea of colored balls. It looked so inviting and interesting that he stopped thinking for the time being. As Sean jumped in the pit, he felt himself sink, to the point he thought that his entire body would sink , thankfully, he managed to keep his head afloat, but had to stand on his tippy toes to do so. A couple minutes later, Sean noticed that one of the littles seemed rather distant, as if he was not even remotely interested in playing, though he was paying almost all of his attention to something outside the ball pit. His curiosity got the best of him and Sean slowly walked over to talk with the boy. “Hello? Is it okay if I can talk with you?” Sean asked as he took out his pacifier and got within a few feet of the other little. “Holy shit! Someone that can actually still speak? That's a surprise. Though from the looks of things, you are not fairing any better than me. If you want to talk, I guess I'm fine with it. Misery loves company, after all.” The unknown boy stated as he diverted his attention for a moment to look at Sean. “My name is Jake, and your?” The boy asked with a slightly distracted look. “Sean.” “Something wrong?” Sean asked. “Something wrong, are you serious? Or have you been regressed to the point that this is all just normal to you? This...ALL of this is fucking wrong. But there is nothing I can do about it, for now.” Jake explained with frustration. “Hmm, do you mean the diapers?” Sean asked, hoping to get a better idea of his predicament. “Heh, diapers...If that were the only issue, I really wouldn't be complaining. It's everything related to it. But I'm sure that you know, unless you are so mentally forgone that you think that shitting yourself is actually acceptable.” Sean was surprised by the tone in Jake's voice, it seemed like he was very aware of his situation and was curious as to how he got to this point. “I understand. I didn't' come here with the expectation of wearing diapers myself, but here I am.” Sean responded while trying to keep a positive mood. “Let me guess, you came here on one of the tourist buses as well. And I bet that your tourist guide just so happened to vanish off while you were distracted by something, am I right?” Jake asked as he turned his attention back back to a amazonian that was sitting on a bench nearby. “Wait! Are you a portal little? Sean asked with amazement. “That's the term that these giant fucks call us. I wish I could beat the shit out of every last one of them, but unfortunately, they are all so much physically stronger than me. But I won't give up. I won't let my sister end up as some brain dead baby that is forced to suck on that bitches tits every single day.” Jake pointed out to a amazonian that was nursing a girl in her arms. It looked rather normal with the exception that the girl being nursed looked to be a bit older than Sean. “I'm guessing that's your sister? Sean asked as he turned his attention back to Jake. “Yep. She along with my parents and little brother were invited by a close friend to go on this tourist program that was paid by a scam company called Diamond Tours. At first, I thought it was amazing, being able to travel to a different dimension and see things that are far different from our world, but that soon turned into a complete utter disaster.” “Just what happened, that lead you to all this?” Sean asked with a worried tone. “It was around three months ago, after we boarded our tourist buses, we spent the first two days enjoying all the sights and scenery of the amazonian city, but soon we realized that it was all a ploy to lower our guard. One day when me and my family were visiting a nearby bakery, our tourist bus left without us. No warning, they just us stranded in a part of the city that we were not familiar with. It didn't' take long for a nearby police officer to escort us to a facility where we would be in what he called, good hands. What a load of crap that was! It turned out that facility we were sent to was a adoption center. Me and my sister were placed together with a couple other naive portal littles, while my little brother and parents were locked up in a separate area. The first few days were pure hell, imagine having to be forced to wear something that you haven't used since your infancy. Me and my sister didn't take kindly to it and because of it, we were forcefully regressed against our will. Are you familiar with the regression system in this crazy ass dimension?” Jake asked. “Ya...I'm kinda familiar with it.” Sean stated as he thought back to the several incidents where he was regressed. “In that case, I'll skip all the awful details. Me and my sister where regressed on the level four stage for most of our time there. We could barely talk and walk, much like the other portal littles that were there with us. And while we were still aware of our surroundings, our bodies would not listen to our minds. One day, we both managed to fool of the employee's by making her believe that we legitimately enjoying ourselves while playing with some blocks, we somehow managed to escape our room, only to realize something even more horrible.” Jake was clinching his fists as he looked like he was about to cry. “It's okay if you don't want to tell me. I know that this place can really get to a person.” Sean explained. “No...It's okay, at this point, I'm just venting. It's just that no one should have to go through the fucking shit we had to...It's just not right! I watched as my little brother...He was only thirteen! Being taken away by a fucking amazonian couple. They lead him off while he was sucking on a pacifier and wearing nothing but a god damn diaper! He was taken away from our family without a fight...And I have never seen him since then. These fucking monsters!...Not only to top that off, but a few minutes after witnessing that, I saw both my mom and dad sitting in a playroom, wearing the most ridiculous outfits, and they were both watching a dumb ass cartoon show. They hadn't even noticed that their youngest son had been taken away from them. My folks, parents that I was proud of, they were reduced to mindless husks. I don't know what the amazonians did to them to make it that bad, but me and my sister knew that if we didn't get out, we would eventually end up like that. We spent the next two nights at the facility as we both schemed to find a way to escape, unfortunately that amazonian woman over their came in one day and requested to adopt both of us. “That's awful, at this point, it's basically kidnapping. This is so messed up!” Sean felt sick his stomach. While he was aware of the way the amazonians worked, it was for the first time that he had heard a story so vile that it made him regret working for a company that promoted this type of behavior. “Yep, but according to our so called new mommy, since we were separated from our tourist guide, it was all perfectly legal to do. Apparently we didn't read the small print on the contract when coming to this dimension, so we have no recourse on this. Even if we did, we wouldn't be given the chance to defend ourselves.” Jake explained. “I'm going to have to look into that. Perhaps there is some sort of loop-hole in the whole process.” Sean said. “Good luck with that. Not much can be accomplished when you are officially adopted. Me and my sister thought we would have more luck when we were adopted by that giant. It turned out far worse than I expected.” Jake sighed as he looked over at his sister whom was still being breast-fed by their amazonian caretaker. “While I always hated being around that bitch that calls herself my mommy, my sister thought it would be a brilliant idea to get on the good side of that amazonian, so she decided to play nice and hopefully win her over. It worked for a while until I started to notice a change in her behavior.” “How so?” Sean asked. “She started to showing a more submissive side to her, it even got to the point that she didn't mind wearing diapers and being bottle fed. That is as long our mommy is the one doing it. The original plan was to use mommy and manipulate her into helping us find and retrieve our family, but like with everything else in this cursed dimension, it didn't turn out that way. I did some research and found out that she was suffering a side-effect from prior mental regression, it's called indoctrination.” “What the heck is indoctrination?” Sean felt a cold shiver go down his spine as he spoke up about it. “It's a special and slightly secret form of regression that amazonians can use on littles. For example, if a little grows to be comfortable and enjoy the company of a amazonian when they are in their normal state of mind. It's possible that they will start to grow more infantile feelings for them when they are regressed and the feelings will remain even after they have reverted back to their normal mindset. My sister has gotten to the point where she no longer has any desire to find our parents and brother. She is perfectly content with being mommy's baby at this point. It was pretty much sealed when she was breast-fed on a daily basis. That's usually the endgame for most littles, based on the info I've gathered about the regression system. Even though I've been breast-fed, I don't share the same feelings that my sister did...I still can't believe it...She is twenty two. She should be in college right now...Not pissing in some damn diapers!” Jake sighed before focusing on Sean. “What about you? What's your story? Jake asked, as he looked over at Sean. However Sean wasn't paying attention as he stared over at Zoe with concern. “Am I suffering indoctrination? Does momm...Zoe know about this!?” Sean never felt so confused and scared as he began to see Zoe in a different light.

Ask yourself this,”isn’t this a better frame of mind than becoming withdrawn, depressed or house bound?” Knowing that in today’s world, loss of bladder control is not the stigma it once was and people are more aware these days. I’d say becoming a DL due to bladder issues is a far better alternative to these issues and allows us to still be active in life. Yes wearing a diaper reminds us of being a baby or not being grown up so that could bring on a submissive tone. Not to mention all of the different diapers that are on the Internet today, it’s hard to imagine more incontinent people not leaning towards being an AB or DL. For people like me, diapers make me feel safe and secure, knowing I won’t have a urine stream running down my leg or soaking my clothes at any give time. The more time spent wearing diapers in my opinion, the more accepted they become to us and it’s easy to feel submissive and perhaps a bit naughty that we’re back in diapers. I still believe this is a much better outlook on life than believing your life is over. And if you think about it, what’s wrong with letting your inner child out in the open?

Chapter 30: My First I.E.P. Meeting. “Is everyone here?” “I think so.” “Then let’s begin with proper introductions.” “Hello I’m Tamara Bankhead, and I’m the Resource Compliance Specialist.” “Hi, I’m Chandra Skinner, Speech and Language Pathologist.” “Hello, I’m Maxine Winters, Physical Therapist.” “Hello, I’m Jasmine Sosa, Occupational Therapist.” “And I’m Melony Beouf. Maturosis and Developmental Plateaus. I’m the Little’s teacher.” There was a bit of laughter as if people didn’t know what Beouf did at school. This is how my very first I.E.P. as a “student”, began. The ritual was always the same, the format identical to every meeting I’d ever sat in. Except I wasn’t “sitting in”, this time. The meeting was about me, and I wasn’t even allowed to properly sit. Stand either. I was plopped right in Mrs. Beouf’s lap, her hands wrapped around my chest, and her knees bobbing me up and down like I was an impatient toddler that needed soothing. The smell of half a dozen air fresheners and disinfected still lingered about us in the stagnant air. Now, the people around me sat in judgement of me, instead of with me as though I was somehow less competent, less of a person than I had been just a few hours prior. Everyone already knew each other’s names. And even though we weren’t supposed to predetermine anything, everyone present knew this for the farce it was. This was all just a show. Bankhead started things off, as per usual. “We are gathered here today to determine the needs, and appropriate placement within our system, of Clark Gibson. Let’s start with the initial status survey.” There was a brief moment of silence as she clacked away on the laptop in front of her. “I have here for the primary exceptionality being Maturosis…?” The slight lilt in her voice phrased the question that wasn’t really a question. They’d already made up their minds. I mouthed to myself, “We can’t predetermine.” Bullshit. “Sounds right.” “I agree.” “Agreed.” “Yup.” “Clark’s age?” I practically felt Mrs. Beouf looking down at me on her lap. “Can you tell us how old you are, Clark?” I folded my arms over my chest and rolled my eyes. “Thirty-two.” Far too many patronizing smiles grinned back at me as I recited my own age like it was some sort of accomplishment. Among my friends and neighbors, the only accomplishment would be that I lasted as long as I did. “What is the student’s developmentally appropriate plateau?” That was never a question asked at one of my students’ meetings, but I knew what it meant. Translation: “How incompetent is he?” Another bout of silence from the assembled Amazons. It was Mrs. Beouf who answered first. “Due to the recent nature of the discovery, we can’t be entirely certain of the developmental plateau, however evidence suggests that he is not at the same level of development as his similarly aged Amazonian peers.” There was a general nodding of agreement around the meeting table. Translation: “We don’t really know, but we’re betting he’s too stupid to function by himself.” Such bullshit. Such typical Amazonian bullshit. “Same aged Amazonian peers.” It was absolutely unthinkable that they might end up in this position, so they’d made themselves the benchmark. But one tiny slip up by anyone else, and it confirmed all their pre-existing beliefs about anyone physically smaller than them. Bankhead clicked over to the next page of the electronic document. “Okay, let’s go down the check-list.” A beat. “Does the student demonstrate developmentally and maturation appropriate skill sets?” A chorus of “no’s” and shaking heads followed as I stared daggers at them all from across the table. “Does the student’s needs and behavior enable him to function independently relative to his chronological age?” Another chorus of “no’s” and shaking heads for good measure. “Does the student require specialized curriculum, training, or instruction in order to reach his appropriate developmental plateau?” Now an affirmative chorus and nodding noggins bobbing up and down filled my view from across the conference table. “Does he require increased adult supervision for his own safety?” All the Amazons were now bobbleheads. Bankhead stifled a giggle and smirked from behind her laptop. “Is the student potty trained?” “OH COME ON!” There was laughter all around the table hidden politely behind their hands. It was the kind of laughter for when a small child says something that you know you’re not supposed to laugh at, for fear that it will encourage them. From above me, Mrs. Beouf whispered, “Make good choices.” She bobbed me a little more on her knee. “WHERE’S THE DATA?” I demanded. “Every I.E.P. meeting I’ve ever attended, I’ve had to provide solid data, collected over weeks! WEEKS! MINIMUM!” Bankhead cleared her throat. “There was the um...incident earlier this afternoon. That’s a start.” More giggling, though this round was slightly more uncomfortable. They had still seen me as an adult when that had happened. Funny the difference that a few hours can make to an Amazon. The physical therapist chimed in. “Didn’t Mrs. Brollish give us that file?” My lip curled back in disgust. Bitch didn’t even have the courtesy to wait until I was dressed before letting me go. “Oh yes, that’s right!” Bankhead dug around in her satchel for a few seconds before pulling out a manilla folder, absolutely bursting with papers. I was forced to sit there in Beouf’s lap for a three-minute eternity while every complaint or worry from a parent since I began teaching was read outloud to the room. Brollish had had such a grudge against my very professional existence that she’d logged every time a parent had worried that an “immature Little” was teaching their precious bundle of snot for just such an opportunity as this. Miss Bankhead finished the last one and then looked at me. “Well..? That’s data enough for me. Looks like you’ve been hiding your true self from us for a long time.” I shook my head, denying everything. “Those complaints are years old! Some of them are close to a decade! And they were all from the beginning of the school year before they’d gotten to know me!” Please let them see reason. Please let them see reason. Please break through that impenetrable layer of Amazon crazy. “Where’s all the good stuff that they say about me from the end of each school year? The stuff that you reassure them about time and time again every time there’s a new batch of parents? The kind of things you were telling them this…” Morning…. I lost steam. Silence. Amazonian memories are short when Littles are involved. “All of those parents loved me! Some of them even wanted to adopt me!” I slammed my own palm against my lips. Damn my pride. “I wonder why….” More quiet laughter. Meaner this time. They weren’t just “doing their job” now, they were putting an uppity Little in his place. I could see it plainly. Wordlessly, Bankhead fished out another piece of paper from out of the folder, this one much less formal, much less official seeming but equally damning in the eyes of the mad giants. It was written on notebook paper. The handwriting was sloppy and unpracticed; and the words were all packed together in a giant block of text. From my position on Beouf’s lap I couldn’t read it word for word, but I recognized the hand writing. I’d read that essay before. “That doesn’t prove anything!” I received something of a warning squeeze and a quiet shushing for my trouble. Screw that. “It’s a creative writing project written by a ten year old!” The O.T. cleared her throat. “Didn’t you mention that you’ve been missing diapers, Mrs. Beouf?” “That’s right.” “I didn’t-” “Is it possible that this behavior has been going on longer than documented? That Clark has been needing diapers for longer than just this past week?” Fuck these people! “Very poss-” “I WASN’T WEARING A FUCKING DIAPER TODAY!” All the women stopped and just stared at me. “Clark, you weren’t wearing underwear, either.” The OT’s voice, ever clinical, ever flat, drove the point home. “All the available evidence suggests that your maturosis has fully expressed itself and you’ve barely been able to hide it up until now.” It was the most respectful, most adult manner in which an Amazon had spoken to me all day, and I couldn’t handle it. My face sagged. She was right. It did look that way; to an Amazon at least. “And we’re not mad at you, Clark.” I felt Mrs. Beouf hug me again. “We still love you. You were doing the best you could to be a grown-up. And maybe we were being a tiny bit selfish by not seeing it, by ignoring your needs.” My body was getting hotter and hotter with anger. I was absolutely fuming. Anger: The second stage of grief. This had nothing to do with my needs. Not at all. What I needed was to be let go. What I needed was to get back home to Cassie. What I needed was Tracy to get in here and “adopt” me so that I could run away like we’d talked about. Where was Tracy? I shook my head. One thing at a time. Keep it together. “I wasn’t though…I’m...I didn’t...I know how...I don’t need...” I stopped, swallowing hard and closing my eyes so that tears of frustration wouldn’t leak out onto my face. What do you say to a jury that has already rendered their verdict before the trial even started? Beouf hammered the final nail into my argument’s coffin beforeI could finish my statement. “Baby, I just changed you a couple of minutes ago.” That shut me up. Her saying it out loud, in front of everyone, made it more real to me than when she’d actually been powdering my balls. I wanted to scream. I didn’t even want to curse at them. I didn’t want to use words. Words were hard just then. A primal, guttural shout would best express how I felt in that moment. I started huffing and puffing, my breath becoming audible. Where was Tracy? Skinner, the speech therapist, had taken the time to worm her way around the conference table. I opened my eyes up to a stuffed lion that was held far too close to me for comfort. “Hey Clark. Maybe this will help. Would you like the lion?” She wiggled it in my face, trying to distract me. I stared back at her, unblinking; my eyes as dead as the little beads that made up the teddy-lion’s. If looks could kill, I would have been a murderer. “Make a good choice,” Beouf warned me again. All eyes were on me. “You can either take the lion, or I can give you a pacifier.” It was stated as fact, not a threat. I was given two bad options. I didn’t think that my old mentor used those gags that Amazons called pacifiers, the kind with the inflatable bulb that filled your whole mouth so that you couldn’t talk or spit it out. I didn’t think I’d have shit my pants in front of everyone, either. I wasn’t ready to be wrong again, but I didn’t want the damn stuffie. I inhaled through my nostrils. “Neither.” “That’s not an option, hon.” I was no longer in control at this point. That’s what this was all about: Not choosing would not be accepted as a choice; and if I couldn’t or wouldn’t play along with their little charade, they’d choose the option that was the most effective at silencing me. Without saying anything else, I reached my hand out and took the lion into my arms. “Good choice.” I buried my face in the plush lion, mumbling to myself as the meeting progressed without me. It was all just so...wrong. I kept taking looks up as Bankhead typed on the laptop and “surveys” about me were conducted and my “least restrictive environment” was determined. All I got in return were flashes of pearly whites and little hand waves, along with the occasional knee bounce if Mrs. Beouf noticed. I was cute again...fuck...typical Amazons. Then we got to the goals: “By the I.E.P. Review Date Clark will engage in developmentally appropriate play with peers.” “By the I.E.P. Review Date Clark will seek out appropriate aid and attention from adults.” “By the I.E.P. Review Date Clark will express his wants and needs through developmentally appropriate vocabulary such as but not limited to diaper or diapee; bottle or ba-ba; pee-pee; poopie or boom-boom; num-nums; and so on.” “By the I.E.P. Review Date Clark will aid adults in feeding him by handing them the correct utensil or by self-feeding using a palmar supinate grasp.” “By the I.E.P. Review Date Clark will transition from standing to all fours and use reciprotive crawling to travel between two points not longer than twenty feet.” Clark will do this. Clark will do that. Clark will suck tits. Clark will sleep in a crib. Clark will piss and shit himself without a second thought and like it. Clark will never have sex again. Clark will turn into a dumb mindless doll for his giant overlords to play with whenever they feel the slightest lingering bit of maternal instinct welling up inside them or they just need to get their jollies. On and on it went. I lost count of how many regressive goals were made and listed, all of them supposedly on such short notice. Every academic goal I’d ever written for one of my students was aimed at taking them to a place that was beyond their present level of mastery. They were made with the intent of pushing them to a higher level of knowledge and skill. All of these goals were aimed at pushing me backwards. Where was Tracy? And they were all using the pretext and language of my own damn profession to do it; a profession that they admitted that I was damn good at! But because I didn’t fit into their cookie-cutter definition of what an “adult” was- a word that was synonymous with Amazon as far as they were concerned- then I needed to be stuffed and contorted into another mold, no matter how much shoving and pushing and what else broke inside me so that I could fit neatly into their categories. Where was Tracy? I just kept shaking my head, though to their eyes, it must have looked like I was nuzzling the stupid lion. I even heard one of them whisper. “Someone’s made a new friend.” Anger wouldn’t serve me just then, and if nothing else, the stuffed lion gave me a chance to wipe away unformed tears, dig my fingers into something, and cool down.Things were moving on toward the end of the meeting. “Wait!” I said, as voices were beginning to overlap and mingle with each other; the surest sign that any meeting was beginning to run too long. Predictably, I was ignored. Time for a different tack. “Excuse me…? Excuse me, ma’ams?” Just that little spoonful of sugar, that bit of conforming to their preconceived notions got me their attention. “You’re not sure about my developmental plateau?” I felt like I was going to throw up a little bit. I hated using their term, their made up excuse as to why I should be infantilized and denied my rights. “That’s right, Clark,” Skinner assured me. “But don’t worry buddy, we’ll find it after a couple of weeks.” “Does that mean that the goals can be changed to…” damnit...I couldn’t think of a better, less grown-up way to ask… “does that mean my goals can be changed to reflect that?” “That’s right!” Bankhead beamed. “You get it!” I didn’t dare say it just then, but I felt a bit of hope well up inside me. In actuality, I was already at the “bargaining” stage of my grief. Maybe I could resist long enough and maneuver the social minefield they’d thrown me into so that I could make things better on myself. I’d done it all my life before. Maybe I could do it again and get a toddler bed, or a pair of Pull-Ups. But what was I talking about? I wasn’t planning on being here long. Where was Tracy? “Now comes the hard part,” Bankhead said. “What do we do about guardianship?” There was an uncomfortable silence. Each of the Amazons in turn looked to one another. Their faces and body posture changed instantly. They all wanted to see me put back in diapers. But none of them wanted to take me home. And there was something else there; something that I didn’t want to recognize: They all had bad news that they didn’t want to break. “Um...what about Tracy? Miss Tracy, I mean. Couldn’t she adopt me?” There was hemming and hawing around the table, and uncomfortable exhalations; but no one actually spoke. “Where’s Tracy?” The world jumped up a little bit as Beouf turned me around and sat me down on the edge of the conference table, staring me in the eye. “Clark, sweetie….” she took a breath. “Tracy already went home. She can’t adopt you. She’s not here.” I felt nothing. Completely numb. Not disbelieving. Not misunderstanding. As my last grain of salvation slipped away, I was beyond feeling anything in that tiny moment. Tracy had abandoned me. I was fair game. “Can you adopt me?” I don’t know if it was cunning or desperation that made my voice come out so tiny and pathetic. “Please, Miss B.?” Better the mad devil you know... Beouf shook her head. “Sorry baby. I don’t think I can. You know I’m going to be a grandma soon. I can’t have two babies to take care of.” I’d never seen Beouf look so unsure, so discomforted. A dark part of me was glad about that. “But I thought you said you’d take care of me. I thought you loved me.” “I do, Clark. I do. But I can’t take care of you all of the time. I sent an email out while you were sleeping but-” I was done listening to her. I twisted and looked around the conference table, the polished wood sliding easily underneath the plastic covering of my diaper. “Then who?” No response. Then, “There’s always New Beginnings.” It was Bankhead, of course. “They’ve got an overnight program for um...Orphans.” New Beginnings was worse than any scenario I could have prepared for. I was going to be murdered but still have my body intact. “I…” I felt my throat tightening; getting harder to breath. “I don’t wanna…” I was dying. They’d just sentenced me to death, and even Mrs. Beouf knew it. “Please don’t...please…” Mrs. Beouf looked like she might be about to join me in my impending breakdown. “I’m sorry, baby. I don’t think there’s a choice.” Lies. There was always a choice. I just wasn’t the one allowed to make it. “I promise I’ll check up on you. Maybe whoever adopts you will enroll you back in my class...” Even that was a lie, and I could tell that Beouf knew it. You didn’t need a fully brainwashed Little to be enrolled in anything more than a daycare. I was all out of outrage. Tears hadn’t come yet and some part of me wouldn’t allow a full breakdown. I grimaced. I was going to die. My mouth opened; I couldn’t breathe through my nose suddenly. I’d be mindless. A churning in my stomach, similar to yet distinct from the sensation that had been sneaking on me prior to my accident. Drooling. I tasted it in the back of my throat. Wet. I wanted to spit. I wanted ro rinse. Anything to get the awful taste out of my mouth. Anything except swallow. Doll. I vomited. Clear water mixed with stomach acid came out of me, spilling outward and onto my shirt. It was strong enough to hit open air, but the force of my stomach emptying its meager contents back out wasn’t enough to spill the vomit on anyone else but me. A wave of gasps mingled with the familiar gargling noises coming from my throat as I sat there, paralyzed in despair as I heaved up the bottle I’d just guzzled down less than an hour ago. “Oops! Spit up!” Mrs. Beouf was the first to act. The world became a sudden blur again as I was picked up by my armpits and rushed towards the nearest trash receptacle. “It’s okay Clark. It’ll be okay. Just get it all out.” I continued retching and heaving bits of my stomach into the nearest wastebasket. All out! In the back of my mind, I took some grim satisfaction in how uncomfortable everyone suddenly seemed to be. Good. Let them be. Just as I was starting to pant, and taste the rancid sting in the back of my throat, snot building up in my nose, a new complication entered the mix. Positioned as I was, I heard the approaching thudding and clacking footsteps, more than saw who they belonged to. I heard the door to the conference room swing open, knocking against the bumper, and felt the cold climate controlled air spill out into the lukewarm atmosphere outside. I sensed, more than saw all heads turn towards the intruder. Tracy? “WAIT!” Janet stood there in the doorway, breathing heavily as if she had just sprinted a marathon. Everyone froze. Her hair was wind whipped, her eyes wild and panicked. Her stance was tilted; she was missing a heel, apparently losing its twin on her mad dash across campus. “I just got the email!” Bankhead looked over her laptop. “What email?” “I’ll do it…!” Janet walked, hobbled really over to the trashcan where Mrs. Beouf was still holding me. Two new hands wrapped around my waist and drew me in; holding me as if they were afraid I might evaporate into nothingness. “I’ll take him.” “Are you saying-?” “Yes! I’ll adopt him. He’s mine. I want him. He’s mine! Please!” (End of Part 3)

Epilogue: Happy Ever After? “So what did you want to talk to us about?” I asked. It had been a week since we got back, and Chris from LIBRA had gotten in touch with us, telling us he wanted to discuss something. So here we were, in our living room, with Chris sat across from us. “As you know, we’ve had an interest in you from the start Olivia. We gave you the apartment, we watched out for your little operation as soon as you started in your store, we assisted with getting you back after all that happened last year. And then everything with the wedding...” “Yeah, I get your point. But I don’t owe you anything. You may have helped us, but we didn’t agree to anything, so just say what shady thing you’re going to ask and get going.” “Olivia, you have misunderstood why I have aided and assisted you throughout the years, albeit from the shadows.” “Stop beating around the bush and tell me what you came here to say.” Charlie sat next to me, nodding along and reinforcing our position. “At first we were looking for people to join our ranks. And you seemed like the ideal candidate. We were going to see how you handled yourself for a while, and then bring you into the fold. But then you started getting assistance from other Amazon allies, which we were strongly against. So whilst we helped you still, we weren’t ready for you to join us.” “Go on...” “As you worked together, side by side with Amazons, it... well it changed our organisation. We grew, our mission changed. We had wanted equality for littles no matter the cost. We had no sympathy for Amazons and we didn’t care how hurt they were. We originally developed the tech to hypnotise Amazons as a weapon. But seeing you work so closely and develop bonds with them, it caused us to reach out and befriend Claire. And then we started bringing in more Amazons. Now we’re a force to be reckoned with, all thanks to you. We’ve even got plans for the tech we developed for use in a much more humane way.” “I’m glad to hear that... but I’m still confused...” “We decided to bring you in, but then you met Charlotte.” “Huh?” I was even more confused now. “An Amazon and a little dating? It was unheard of! And we figured we were better off staying in the shadows and helping from there, letting your relationship blossom. After everything with Madison, and Charlie’s book... we were surprised to see the backlash against the government and the sudden rise of support for little equality.” “Well thanks, I guess.” “Now that you’re married and have set a precedent, and you’ve changed the country just with your love for each other... we were hoping to use that popularity...” “Here we go...” “We don’t know how to run a government. We don’t know how to run an election. We have a plan for this country however, and at the centre of it... is you.” “Me? What can I do? I’m a silly little seamstress who likes to pretend to be a baby!” “You and Charlie started something. And by allying up with one of the left leaning parties, we were hoping to have you run as a member of parliament in the next election as one of their candidates.” “Me? Running for government? I don’t know the first thing about being a politician!” “You’ve got a while to think about it. But I think between you, Charlie, LIBRA and our allied party, we could change this country for the betterment of littles. So think about it. Take as long as you need. Then get back to me with your answer.” Chris got up and Charlie followed him to the front door, letting him out. Chris handed her a note that said ‘For Olivia’. Returning to the living room, Charlie handed me the note and sat down next to me, pulling me in for a hug. “You okay baby? That was a pretty big ask from him. What are you thinking?” “Running for MP? I... I don’t know. I mean people do know who I am thanks to our relationship. And they mostly seem on our side. Maybe having me as a face of not only LIBRA but also the allied party... maybe that would be enough to sway voters. Think of all the littles we could help if we got in power and enacted some actual changes! We could help so much more than what we accomplished using the shop!” “It would put you on a lot of people’s radars though sweetie. If you decide to do this, you have my full support... but we better be careful.” “Yeah... he said no rush. And the elections aren’t for a long time yet.” “Why don’t you open that note and see what it says?” I lifted up the note, breaking the seal on it and opening it up. I read it aloud. ‘To Liv, If you are going to be the face of LIBRA, if you are going to be the one to lead us into a better future, I want to be completely honest with you. The tech we developed was created with only one thing in mind, hatred for Amazons. You changed that for us and we thought best as to how we could use it effectively to help everyone. And we would like you and your team to weigh in with your opinions. The key question is... What if we could disable the maternal/paternal instinct built into every Amazon? I hope to hear from you soon, Chris.’ “Oh wow. That... that would be a game changer. That... but then you have to think of the ethics behind mass hypnosis. But then you need to take into account the fact us Amazons have been doing that to littles for decades... if you could though...” Charlie got into one of her long thought processes, one that she would be stuck in for a while. So I kissed her. “Wha? Sorry! I kinda went off on one then, didn’t I?” “Look, that’s the future. I don’t know if I’ll take up his offer or not. His plan for the hypnosis tech is a complicated one that we can worry about another day. For now, I just want to kiss my girlfriend and take her on a nice date out to the restaurant.” “That should be my line little missy!” “Then say it and let’s go.” I smirked. “You be careful, otherwise I’ll take you in one of your baby outfits!” “Stop teasing me Mummy!” I stuck my tongue out. “Dinner will have to wait. Bedroom. Now.” Charlie walked out of the living room and went upstairs. I had no idea what she had in mind for us, especially as we didn’t have long before our dinner reservation. It could be a spanking. It could be some baby time. It could be something a bit... naughtier. But knowing that no matter what, I’d enjoy it, I skipped upstairs to find out. ========================================================== I hope everyone enjoyed the story! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Don't forget, my Patreon is up and running now, with the 4 early access chapters available of Witch in Training (Links below to both). It also gives access to my Discord server! New chapters of Witch in Training on Wednesdays/Sundays for both forum and Patreon. And a big thank you to all my patrons for their support ❤️ And that's it. Little in Love is complete. I really do hope everyone enjoyed it, it's a little sad to see it end. I promise this won't be the last you see of Olivia and Charlotte, they are two characters that are too important to me to give up on. There will be a Little in Love 2 too, after I've tried my hand at a few more stories. Once I've built up a bit of a backlog of my third story, I'll start posting it here and on my Patreon, just like I did with Witch in Training. I know a lot of you wanted a darker ending for poor Liv. And I found it difficult to read some comments because I was trying to go with a lighter story within the Diaper Dimension, but a bunch of you wanted nasty things for poor Liv and I started to feel bad for the character! I wanted this lighter story because so many of the stories set in that (and even ones not set there but still on this forum) are so damn dark. I wanted not only a happy ending, but a happy relationship, a love story, that allowed the main character to learn to love their baby side. But hey, if you wanted a darker story, you've got so many fantastic stories on this forum to read, I wanted to do something for those who may not usually enjoy DD stories, or may feel too anxious (I know a LOT of DD stories make me feel anxious, and that was the motivation that pushed me to write Little in Love). I know I left a few things unanswered. Charlie's friend, Liv's friend who designed the nanites, what Liv will say to Chris, what happens to Madison, etc. But like I said, I'm planning LiL2 as my sixth story, and I've got the next 3 stories planned already with some ideas I'm really excited to write for you all. Hopefully you won't have to wait too long! Anyway, seriously, thank you for reading and enjoying my story, I really appreciate it. ❤️

I finally attained diaper royalty. Yay!!!??????? And every King has to have their crown!!!!??????? I'm so proud of myself. All that hard work paid off!??☺️ So I'm a happy baby baby baby!!!!!??????????????

I found mine at VStock and it was a demo model! It was also On-Sale and it was on my bucket list! As a kid I would have done nearly anything to have this for my GI Joe's or Star Wars action figures! The freaking Aliens Colonial Marines Troop Transport!

Got mine a couple of weeks ago. Does that make me the "Stinky Prince of Belair"?

I'm always getting jealous of the toys kids have these days

That is cool! I'd love to have a 1:1 scale to deal with the traffic around here! ?

If they did, you would have certianly put your eye out!!!

That actually looks pretty cool and badass I'm not gonna lie!??

In 1957, NOTHING would beat Army men or Spacemen vs Dinosaurs. Most dinos were not much bigger than the army men. Imagin if they had the semi-scale 1/40thcreatures that Carnegi Collection put out

If excersizing your "rights"can get you killed then you never really had rights to begin with...

Part 15 After Jessica had given the entire house the drastic clean she thought it (or she) needed, there was a moment over a cup of coffee and an article on one of the Mum’s web/child incontinence sites she’d been looking at that grabbed her attention. It was a brief description by a mother who, having had all other recommendations fail, had decided on trying something radical and deceptive. The article was called: The Placebo Effect. It was written by a mother in America whose nine year-old daughter was, for no apparent reason they could diagnose, wetting herself almost constantly. So, she went to an Old Fashioned Candy Store they had at their local mall and found some weird candies that tasted more medicinal than sweet, and looked like little pills, and gave them to her daughter. She’d convinced her that these were some new, and so far, successful remedy for her incontinence, and that if she took one in the morning and one at night, over a period of a week, she would be cured. The article went on to say that the lady who’d administered this to her daughter had been as confident as her boast that this would not only help but absolutely cure. After just six days the nine year-old was no longer wetting at night and also finding she was able to identify the need for the toilet during the day and get there in time. So far – went the article – six months on, and with only one ‘pill’ administered each week, there had not been a relapse. Jessica was mesmerized by this incredible, and she hoped, true life story and was keen to try it out on her kids. If it worked it would save an awful lot of unnecessary expense using the services of a child psychologist, so for that reason alone was worth a try. Peter had returned home from the garden centre and was already busy weeding and spraying stuff, carefully staying out of his wife’s way so she could get on with what needed to be done. However, she was thinking in a completely different direction. The Internet also proved useful for Jessica in tracking down a similar style sweet shop ‘nearby’. It was a thirty mile trip there and back but the scented ‘pills’ she returned with looked like the real thing. Although originally designed to be sucked as something to ease a sore throat or clear blocked nasal passages, they weren’t the usual run-off-the-mill type of sweet. She tried one herself and it tasted horrible... she smiled... it was just what was needed. The other thing she returned with, and what made the trip cost effective, was also something else she ‘needed’. The thorough house onslaught hadn’t quite been enough distraction and hoped Peter wouldn’t be shocked. # Because his mum had told him to stay away as she was giving the house “a thorough doing over” Ethan had been out all morning and most of the afternoon. He didn’t tell anyone when he first flooded his disposable or the second time but now, after a third little tinkle, it was time to return home for a fresh nappy. Although that first flush had happened without realising it, the second and third saw he was very much in command. He had enough faith in the padding to cope with it all and felt no guilt in letting go. In spite of this, throughout the day, whilst enjoying the games and chats with other mates, Doug had never left his side. What had also been obvious to Ethan was his best mate constantly looking at his crotch and ‘accidentally’ brushing up against his padding whenever he thought he could get away with it. “I’ve got to get home... you coming?” Ethan already knew the answer. “Yer sure... are you OK?” Eeth nodded but whispered, “Just getting a bit too damp down there,” and briefly rubbed the front of his crotch. They said goodbye to friends and wandered back from the park. Ethan wasn’t really aware of the slight waddle he had but could feel how much the padding had expanded. Once home dad was out in the garden mowing the lawn but told him tea would be a little while as mum was out shopping and would be back later. “Me and Doug are going up to my room is that OK?” “Sure... but don’t make a mess otherwise your mum will have your guts...” The two boys were already on their way before dad had finished his warning. Up in his bedroom Doug was still amazed at all the nappies and stuff that seemed to occupy most surfaces. “OK, you’ve made it obvious all day you want to try one of these.” Ethan bent down and retrieved a small white package from near his bed. “Erm, what makes you say that?” Doug said defensively. “A wild guess.” Ethan replied sarcastically. “What if I say I don’t?” He challenged. “Well, let me see. I need a change and I’m going to change here and now, so you can either leave or, like me, slip into something that is totally unlike normal underwear.” He held out the folded package to his friend who automatically took it. # Ethan dropped his shorts to reveal the solid looking disposable. The way it had bulked out and shaped itself to his friend’s contours held Doug transfixed. Despite holding one of his own Doug was even more fascinated as he watched his mate start the process of cleaning himself up. However, before that happened he took the opportunity to run his hand over the warm but full disposable and let out an impressed sigh. “Wow.” Thoughts of who might see, or what anyone might think, disappeared as he stood enthralled by the bulge. Ethan stood for a few moments amazed at his own daring but realised this was all new to Doug so he had to go slow. How things had changed for Ethan in just the last couple of days. He was no longer the shy eleven year-old worried that his life would change because of wearing protection. Now he was as bold as brass and showing off to one of his best friends and, if truth were known, trying to entice him into wearing one as well. “OK, I need to pull this off now and get cleaned up.” “OK.” Doug’s voice sounded sad. Not caring that his best friend was going to see him naked (it wouldn’t have been the first time even though the circumstances were slightly different) he boldly took hold of some wipes and proceeded to give the area a good dab down. He knew if it was his mother doing it he’d be put into a replacement fabric nappy and pinned tightly in but he wanted to encourage Doug (who was still engrossed in the whole operation) to see how easy it was to do slip into a disposable. Eventually he finished and stood in front of his mate wearing the fresh padding pulled to grip him tightly. “That’s me done,” Ethan said with some satisfaction, “how about you?” It appeared that Doug came out of some kind of trance and suddenly realised where he was and what he was doing. “Erm, no... I mean I better get going... ummm... mum will be wondering where I am...” “Don’t you want to try...?” “Nnnooo, nnooo, no,” he stammered and made a hasty exit. “See you later.” He called as he dropped the disposable he’d been given and barrelled down stairs and out of the house. Seeing his mate turn-tail and run was a huge disappointment because, for the first time, he was hoping to see another boy his age wearing a nappy. After all didn’t the doctor imply there were many about? However, now he was alone that initial daring suddenly slid away leaving him wearing nothing but a clean nappy and wondering if he’d made a big mistake. Shuffling back into his shorts he joined dad in the garden and helped with some pruning and general tidying up. Mum came home looking flustered but carrying several packages, which she swiftly carried into the house. Ethan and his father just looked at each other wondering what she was planning but thought better than to ask. # That night, as Jessica got Cindy ready for bed, she explained about the little pill she was about to give her. She’d already ascertained that her daughter didn’t want to be in a nappy a moment longer than necessary and once explained what the pill did was keen to try it. “Look love, the taste isn’t nice so don’t suck it.” She offered her a small glass of water, “swallow it down and then you’ll feel better as you sleep. Remember, the doctor says it should take effect in a couple of days so...” she said crossing her fingers as Cindy slid under the covers desperate for the ‘pill’ to work. Jessica had already insisted that no liquids should be drunk after 6pm so Cindy was more than hopeful this would see the end of her nappy wearing. Her eight year-old mind totally convinced that what she’d just taken would relieve her of having to suffer soaked padding in the morning. Later Jessica did the same routine with Ethan. He’d got used to a thick nappy between his legs every night but knew that life would certainly be less stressful if he could stop wetting. He also knew this was a big test because his mother had explained that the doctor had imported this particular remedy from America, where it had 100% success... but he was one of the first to experience its power to heal here in the UK. It did taste awful so reckoned it must do some good and, with his mum’s positive encouragement, believed he may well be on the way to wet-free mornings and nappy-less days. However, as he snuggled down under the covers his mind wandered to how much nicer it was to wear the soft multi-layered fabric of his disposable rather than effective, but cruder, terry material. As he often did, he ran his hand over the glossy padding and thought that at his age he really should be over this childish occurrence but there was something soothing about that slippery caress. In spite of this, it would be nice to stop having to bulk up with a terry nappy and plastic pants every night. He hoped this new ‘pill’ procedure would be the remedy they’d been hoping for. # Ethan lay awake thinking about what it would mean for things to finally get back to normal. There was no doubt that since he’d had words with the Head Boy his anxiety levels had fallen dramatically, yet he was still peeing in his padding, and often unaware he’d done so. However, his concern was slowly lifting. His notoriety, the padding, the accident, all seemed to be fading away in importance as he came to terms with life at school. He didn’t even call it Big School now it was really just school. His mates Doug, Mitch and the others were like him all making new friends with people he’d have once been frightened speaking to. The place was much more relaxed than he’d built up in his head. Most days Tajpaul Chowdhry would look across at Ethan and with a simple raise of his eyebrows convey the concern he’d shown on their first meeting. Ethan hoped that his return ‘thoughtful expression’ conveyed the fact that all was well and he was OK with his new school life. Since the encounter with the Head Boy he had to admit that although school was hard and demanding, he was no longer scared of everyone. However, it was also true that every time he saw Tajpaul he wondered if the Head Boy was wearing padding. There was never even a hint in his tight school trousers but still... he had admitted to once having had to wear such an item. It made him feel he had a bond with the senior boy. All this was running around his head when he heard his parents come to bed amid a lot of giggling. He’d never heard his mum giggle in such a girlish fashion and that set off other thoughts... was she laughing at him having to still wear protection to bed? He thought about the ‘pill’ he’d been given but dozed intermittently and couldn’t get a handle on how that could work. But why should he, he didn’t know how any drug worked? An hour later and he was still wide awake, desperate for a pee and heard the bathroom being used. This gave him an ideal opportunity to utilise it himself and thus prove to his mother he could get there when needed. He waited by his bedroom door anxious to use the loo until he heard the light being turned off and feet padding away. He quickly opened his door and furtively glanced down the hallway to his parent’s room only to see, by the light coming in through the window, his father obviously wearing padding. He was shocked and wondered if somehow he’d not only infected Cindy but now his dad. However, there was no mistaking the sheen of the plastic pants, which tightly held the particularly bulking padding underneath. He’d worn (and was still wearing) something similar himself for it to be a trick of the light. He heard more giggling and a few words he couldn’t make out (it could have been “Ohh my sweet baby” but he couldn’t be sure, before his parent’s bedroom door closed. Too stunned to move he felt the eager build-up slosh into his nappy. It was too late to do anything else so, totally confused and soaked, returned to bed wondering what he’d inflicted on everyone. He wasn’t to know, but the lashing of Sudocrem and Vaseline his mum insisted he use every time he changed was really paying off big time in keeping him from developing a nasty rash. However, this was going to be an uncomfortable night in a completely different way as he tried to process the image stuck in his head. # Sunday morning saw some changes. Cindy was at the table, all smiles and joy because she hadn’t wet and thanked mum for helping cure her. Ethan noticed that mum and dad were more touchy-feely than he’d ever noticed before and dad especially was all smiles, which he’d only experienced when they were on holiday at the coast. He himself had woken up late and had to be cajoled out of bed and down to breakfast by the smell of frying bacon. Alas, he sat there in his squelchy thick nappy feeling the ‘pill’ had done nothing for him and yet had seemed to cure his sister overnight. Cindy was buoyant and ultra-confident. Oozing that disdainful attitude she had over her sopping wet brother. Jessica was nothing but praise for her and added the occasional “It’s early days yet” to her son and telling him it might take a few more doses. Even his father was trying to be positive about it, also implying that they all had confidence it would work and that he’d be out of having to wear a nappy, like his sister, in next to no time. It was then he had his own positive thought. “Well, I did wake up in the night to go to the toilet, which I haven’t done for ages.” “Did you love?” His mother said cheerfully, “Well that’s a really good first step isn’t it?” He wanted to say more but then the negativity set in because he didn’t make it and the proof was the saggy, sodden nappy he was wearing. But worst of all, how could he bring up what he saw? “Mmmm,” he added in a defeated way. “It was a strange night.” “Well don’t worry sweetheart, it’s all very promising as your sister proves...” His thoughts drifted and all he could see in his mind was his father’s well-padded and shiny bottom disappearing into their bedroom. In fact, did he see it or was he still half asleep? There was a brief argument going on in his head. No, despite it making no sense... he knew what he’d seen. # tbc #

How did you come up with your user name. In real life my nick name is Eddie. Though I am in real life Edward. So I thought it would be a good idea to call myself here DiaperBoyEddie12 I picked 12 as it would not let me just take DiaperBoyEddie so I added 12. My Brother and a few friends also picked on me when they found out about the diapers and used to call me Diaper Boy. So I went with it.

Hi there all. I was reading @jonbearab's thread on his unpotty training. And I thought it was really neat that he kept a chart for all his training. You can read his thread here and see his chart. So my question is for you all who are working towards unpotty training do you keep a chart? If so is it on paper or something like how Jonebearab has done with Excel?

Author’s Note * While this is a true story obviously for entertainment purposes some events “over the top-ness” are just that for “over the top” purposes otherwise this is pretty much how it happened and continues to unfold. Also there might be some spelling errors scattered about should gett better as the story moves on (first time posting)* Prologue pt. 1 Like many I too never “grew out of” diaper’s oh sure my parents potty trained me but the second I became a “big brother” to my siblings that’s the moment when I found “diaper’s” again. With only a two year age gap between myself and brother’s fitting into their baby diaper’s was a snap, in fact it was an early memory of me begging our babysitter at the time to put me in a diaper and not tell my parents. She caved and within a few seconds I found myself looking at myself in a mirror pulling my pants up & down and shouting….. “Paul’s got a diaper”…”Paul’s got a diaper”….”Paul’s got a diaper” In short at four years old I had sort of found “paradise” sort of, anyways time past and while the diaper’s left my desire for them & all things “little” never really went away from daydreaming on boring bus rides about being “Mommy’s baby boy again” to watching all those references on popular kids shows of the 90’s. Whenever I saw a “main character” regressed I wanted that to be me……. Fast forward through the advent of the net, the ABDL community and the ABDL market place and in my late teens/early twenty’s I got small tastes here & there of finding “paradise” once again but nothing to concrete. Mainly due to the fact that as a “millennial” I had found myself back in my parents’ home after college. That radio degree sort of fell through after 2008. But I persevered, took a hellhole job at Wal-Mart for two years as a truck unload’er with a college degree, finally began making a living doing public speaking gigs shortly after, voice over work but still couldn’t leave my old room. Sure I pay rent but it doesn’t feel the same. While my brothers are raising the bar, with one in accounting & the other enlisted in armed services left home and never looked back sort of making me feel like the “baby” of the family. My parents often traveled giving me time to indulge in my ABDL side with diapers, onises, bottles ect. Even had the nerve of getting into the dating side of the ABDL world and its tuff and rough but I finally found a woman who I loved and who loved me and my ABDL side……Lilly. The first time we “liked” each other’s profile and sent each other pic’s and I must say while I was shocked she loved some of my “baby fat”. I was stunned by her, immediately her hazel brown hair and icy blue eyes popped out of the screen and she was at least in my opinion the picture of perfection again in my opinion a knock out pure and simple. Heck she was only three years older than me at that time in 2014 (29) and for the first time in my limited but intimate dating experience’s she was taller than me, I stand 5’5 while she’s just six feet even along with a "toned" body type nothing like a body builder or anything like that but her past of playing high school b-ball certainly is evident. We had so much in common besides the whole ABDL thing. From fave movies that should have won the Oscar in 94 the “Shawshank Redemption”, fave vacation which turned out we are both a couple of luxury cruiser’s, best pizza toppings well that’s wasn’t an exact match but hey nobody’s THAT perfect lol. We also found that we both loved acting and perusing our passions by any means necessary, well especially for Lilly that would ring more true for her than me. We “met” back in 2013, had all the Skype dates we could stand and heck after the tenth or so we both agreed to meet for a weekend in Toronto. I lived in Ancaster, Ontario while she lived in Kingston, Ontario respectively so Toronto would be the half-way point from both of our homes in the summer of 2014 for a weekend. I was excited, nervous and thrilled to be meeting a woman who’s image was the first thing I saw in the morning and last thing I thought about before bed. However we wanted this weekend to be like our dates just about us. Sure we had talked about the whole ABDL stuff, I sent her pics of me in my diaper’s, she always played the mommy so she loved anything I sent or colored for her but that’s as far as we went so far in that department and I wasn’t thinking anything would come up that weekend at all. So I arrived in Toronto first and I remember pacing around this grand train station like it was a small closet I was just so envious and afraid I mean what if she couldn’t make it? What if she just stood me up? All dumb stupid fears that were put to rest the moment I heard her shout “PAULY” Yes I know “PAULY” I hated that nick name in school but when she said it over Skype I sort of gave in. I walked towards her platform, helped her off the train took her bag and BAM we embraced and kissed right there on the spot and it didn’t matter that we were in anybody’s way at that moment we were both where we needed to be in each other’s arms’ for the first time. It was so wonderful to actually hug & kiss this beautiful woman right there in the train station but what I didn’t expect was her actually having the strength to lift me just a few inches off the ground on our initial embrace, she was in much better shape than myself in fact even her grip was strong as she insisted on holding my hand the entire way to the hotel I sort of blushed but thought nothing of it especially since I was the one who booked the hotel room and yes if you’re wondering my mother didn’t raise no fool but a gentlemen and since this was our “first” date face to face I booked a room with two queen bed’s instead of just one king. It’s the right thing to do period. That said the moment that was over she again took my hand as we went upstairs and headed up to the room, now it wasn’t a stunning view of downtown Toronto although if I’m being honest here I already had the perfect view in Lilly. However I wasn’t really paying much attention because by the time I turned around checking the coffee machine for a decent pod of “Deep Roast” blend and then I asked “So which bed do you want? Near the door or window?” She didn’t say anything, instead I could feel her glare not a mean stare but a stare none the less as I looked over to her. Lying on top of her bed, her suitcase opened and a white object resting perfectly in the center of it, the object that brought us together, a diaper. I’ve never had what is called a “poker face” so I’m sure while I felt my fingers go ice cold my face must have looked like a deer in the headlights. I mean I’ve come to accept and really enjoy the diaper/abdl parts of my life but I almost felt a tad bit betrayed I mean we both agreed not to really bring up this part of our relationship. This was supposed to be a diaper free weekend, a weekend about Lilly & I just us. I’m sure by now my unusual silence was killing the mood as Lilly instantly spoke up with a look of remorse and pity written across her face as she looked at mine. “Ohh sweetheart, I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to upset you with this.” I was still off in my own thoughts as Lilly in one fluid motion almost maternal like she wrapped her arms around me pulling me close to her chest as she softly stroked the back of my head. I can’t lie here, it was amazing to be held this close & this lovingly by this woman of my dreams but I had no intension of staying in this “little” space for much longer as I slowly pushed away and stared into Lilly’s soft blue eyes……. “No, no Lilly it’s I’m the one who should be sorry. I shouldn’t have overreacted in that way, I mean after all it’s only a diaper.” Lilly’s eyes lit up imminently any worry she might have had quickly disappeared from her face causing me to also brighten up and flash a smile as this beautiful woman kept me wrapped around her arms. “I’m so glad Paul. I really didn’t mean to upset you with this more of a surprise actually.” “Well I was certainly surprised but now maybe I can surprise you by picking the place we go out to eat at.” “Now I’m the one who can’t wait on BOTH those surprises” What does she mean both? I thought as she turned and picked up the diaper and motioned for me to “lie down” on the bed beside me. “Ummm Lilly I said I was okay with you bringing the diaper but I don’t think I want to wear one today especially since this was supposed to be a weekend about us.” “Paul” She said with such an authoritative tone I had not heard in a long while, the last time she was that “mad” at me was during an early Skype season. I was standing there showing off my diaper at the time and I the urge to go to the bathroom but Lilly demanded that I “Stand and Deliver” on sight to make a “pee pee” in my “pampers” in front of her. I wasn’t expecting that at the time, I’m sure I babbled some lame excuse but she was firm. Telling me to “Make Potties” in my “pampers”….I did….and her smile lit up my screen. I was brought back to reality as her once soft blue eyes now turned into icy blue daggers aimed directly at me and her once gentle grip became significantly stronger around my hand. “I certainly remember what this weekend was supposed to be about; getting to know each other, getting comfortable with each other and most of all seeing if it would work between the both of us. And Paul if this is going to work between us, then I’m going to need YOU to wear THIS between your legs because we both know that THIS is a big part of who you are but most importantly Paul it’s a big part of why I think I’ve been falling for you.” It was the most shocking, brutally and perhaps the most ingratiating statement ever made about who I really am when it comes to my ABDL side. My shock was quickly placed aside as Lilly again leaned forward and the two of us locked lips once again. As we both came up for air I don’t know why and maybe I’ll never know but I reached down and took the diaper from Lilly’s hand. “Alright but I’m going to put this ONE on myself and after dinner I’m taking it off.” I thought my firm tone would set things straight and while I could see a small sight of disappointment in her eyes, her slight grin on her face told a different story. “Whatever makes YOU most comfortable.” She said with anther quick peck on my cheek as I turned around and headed towards the bathroom making sure the door was shut & locked. I turned and tossed the diaper onto the sink and took a deep breath as I splashed some cold water on my face. Looking up into the mirror I could see my face still looked as red as a tomato even without Lilly demanding to diaper me. I also felt like a fool for not taking the opportunity of a lifetime, for not making a dream of mine coming true. To have a woman change me into a diaper not just any woman but the woman of my dreams but that’s NOT why I came here this weekend. It was just supposed to be about us and not this…… The Diaper It was the first time I looked at it and despite my objections earlier I couldn’t help but smile a tad after looking at it. It was a Bambino Teddy, one of my absolute fave’s diapers up to this point. In fact I’ve always been a fan of the Bambino brand and the fact that Lilly remembered which diapee was my favorite just melted my heart just a tad and also got me excited at the same time. “What’s taking so long in there?” I heard Lilly’s muffled voice shout from behind the door. “If you needed to be helped I’d be more than welcome to offer it or do I need to walk in there and march you out onto this bed and diaper you up all by myself?” I was both aroused & embarrassed at the same time and again while it was a tempting offer for “help” I wasn’t ready for that step yet. “I’ll be out in just a second.” I meekly replied, in reality I was still back in the moment and while everything in my head told me NOT to unfold the diaper my hands were already un-wrapping this slice of heaven open. I quickly pulled off my shorts & boxers, this was it the moment of truth will I or won’t I? Like it was even a question at this point. After years of diapering myself whether I was standing, sitting or lying down this took no time at all and within moments the diaper was tightly wrapped around me and I was once again back to my “happy” place. Taking a few moments to look at myself in the mirror I could only imagine what my six year old self would have to say now. Once again in a babyish diaper, standing in front of a mirror and with another woman waiting for her “baby”. I have to admit though I thought this diaper was much more bulkier than I had previous remembered. I mean my butt certainly did puff out more than usual but it’s a diaper that’s what diaper’s do. Now was the real moment of truth Lilly. I mean I had sent her pics of me in diapers but she had never seen me in one in person and I’m betting on the fact that since it was her diaper that I was wearing she would probably want her money’s worth. My heart raced, my fingers turned ice cold as I reached for the door knob and began turning it slowly it was now or never laughter or love, shame or success a future or a bitter past. I closed my eyes as finally the door opened to a resounding high pitch squeal……. “Awwwwww…….LOOK AT HOW CUTE YOU ARE” I slowly opened my eyes as Lilly stood in front of me sporting one of the most wonderful smiles I have ever seen, the picture of happiness and joy was standing in front of me. Why? For simply standing there in diapers I’m sure I even sported a smile at that point. For all the years of doubt, shame and disgust that comes with this lifestyle in that one moment I felt like it was all worth it, I felt overjoyed that my fears were never realized and that the dream of wearing diapers around people I loved seemingly came true. Lilly was quick to once again embrace me but unlike before her hands quickly reached my padded rear and she squeezed and squealed……. “Oooohhhhhh what a cute diapered butt, who has a cute diapered butt? You do….yes you do…..I have such a cute diapered baby…yes I do" She kept patting my diapered bottom and listening to it crinkle all the while she was smiling at me whispering into my ear, “You know your loving it; I can see your diaper starting to poke out in the front” Lilly was right, I was loving it! But like all good things this too had to come to an end as Lilly kissed me on the cheek and told me to get dressed so we could go out, the first part of this journey was over but the adventure into the unknown was just beginning and I was about to walk or in this case waddle into it pampers and all…… More 2 Come

In my experience the process of internalizing is often overlooked. I would go as far as to say it’s critical that you be able to see yourself as incontinent if you want any long term success. I’m talking on a deep, deep, level. In fact I suspect that the people who are able to successfully “spiral” into incontinence are somewhere along the way to accepting they are incontinent. Trust me it’s much easier said than done to identify as someone who is incontinent. I’ve been at this for over 4 years and it took me about 3 years of untraining and self talk to internalize my incontinence. Here are just some of the psychological barriers I’ve faced in no particular order. 1. Fear that you’re faking incontinence because you still have some ability to hold it in, or because of times when you chose to use your diaper even though you probably could have made it on time. 2. Belief that incontinence due to unpotty training is less legitimate than incontinence due to a medical problem. 3. Discouragement from people who say you can’t become incontinent from unpotty training. (Yes you absolutely can!) 4. Having dry spells where your bladder control inexplicably improves. 5. Fear of going to the doctors of the ER in a diaper. 6. Self doubt and insecurity about being an ABDL. 7. Not wanting the chase to end. Anyways I’m very curious how “acceptance” has played a role if at all in other people’s journeys. For those who’ve been at this for a while and/or have found success, do you see yourself as incontinent? What psychological barriers did you overcome? Did anything change for you once you accepted it? Edit: I changed the title to be more descriptive and I fixed some grammar

The only good pizza place around here is only open on the weekends. I'm craving a large pepperoni for Mom and me, but we're broke. Who wants to buy a pizza? lol

My favorites growing up were hot wheels/matchbox cars, Star Wars figures, Stretch Armstrong, my cap gun, sand, dirt, rocks, and the creek

"Yes, we have freedom of speech, and the right to bare arms, but we DO NOT have the right, or ANY right to not only abuse these rights for our own tittalation, but we DO NOT have the right AT ALL to abuse the rights of others!!! Which is what all these stupid 1A and 2A "audit" programs are about! " No inherent human right can infringe on another humans right. Me open carrying a gun doesn't automatically mean I'm infringing on another humans right. By acting irresponsibly with my own carry is ultimately endangering the lives of those around me but that's not what these 2A auditors are doing. They aren't waving their guns around or pointing them at people, but pointing your gun at someone you are no longer acting responsibly. An armed society is a polite society. There are always going to be bad actors out there, the best way to protect yourself from a criminal is having the ability to defend yourself from the acts of aggression.

You're officially an OG around here!

Home from vacation yesterday. got as far as lake Michigan. Drove home via old route 66. Good to be home.

There are more places to read and/or buy ABDL related stories than I imagined due to the relatively small niche the genre fills. What's your favorite place to read free ABDL writings? What's your favorite place to buy ABDL writings? If a selling author, what venue has been most productive for your ABDL writing? Inquiring minds want to know. ?

I’m on my cell phone right now but I have plenty of stories for when I had accidents in my pants.

@Enthusi How is your un-potty training going?

I am sure because they never thought to create them back in the days when we were kids.

Wet (x5) TieDye Megamax

Now I want pizza but it’s breakfast time here.

We have a place down here called Three Joes which does the nicest pizza and milkshakes ever.

*Confused and conflicted sub noise feeling bad for Daphene but low key wanting this treatment...* ?? I think personally I would want it made clear in out of scene negotiation that I'm wearing the diapers cause I'm told to and that's what good girls do. Not because I need them....

Great choice!☺️?

oh god story of my life lol i remember being a KID and wishing that. thankfully i poo in my diapers all the time now

Ahh just the thing to spice up married life, a big thick nappy. We used to use smarties on one of our hypochondriac patients when i worked in a care home, we wern't supposed to but hey it worked. Maly.

Could you change it eating soup, could you change it full of poop?

Chapter 13 Trisha Drew sat down on the couch and I am pretty sure I saw him wince when his butt hit the couch. I walked in to the kitchen to get us some drinks. "You want anything besides beer?" I asked. "No beer is fine" I grabbed two beers out of the fridge and came back to the couch. "How is your butt?" "It's fine" Drew said. "Really...... because I thought I saw you wince when you sat down" "You spanked me really hard Trisha" "Well honey..... I needed to get my point across" "Yea well point taken" Drew said in a sour tone. He picked up his beer and drank about 3/4ths of it in one sip. "Oh baby. Come on. It is your birthday. I don't want to see you pouting" "You know it is very condescending when you use terms like pouting" Drew said. Drew finished off his beer and put it on the table. I got up and got him another beer and placed it on the table. He took it and took another big gulp. "You want to tell me what has gotten you all grumpy?" I asked him. "I thought based on that last kiss you were doing pretty well" "I am not grumpy! I just..........how does it work? Do you think you can just spank me whenever you want like that?" He asked me. I placed my beer on the table and sat down on Drew's lap facing with my knees bent so my breasts were eye level with Drew. "Anytime you really want me to stop all you have to do is just say so. Just say Trisha I need you to stop right now and I will. I will immediately stop" "But you didn't stop when I asked you to earlier." "You are a big strong man honey. You could of easily gotten up anytime you wanted. Besides I could feel your penis pushing harder against my leg. Am I wrong about any of this so far?" "No" Drew whispered om a barely audible tone. "You had just told me how you loved when I pushed you unlike anyone ever has. For me to do that, you have to really know that I mean it when I tell you something" "Umm........OK I guess" "Let me ask you this. If I told you I am going to spank you if you don't do something and you don't do it. What do you think will happen?" "I think you would actually spank me" Drew said pretty softly. "Yes. But you didn't think that until just now. Now you know I mean it. So now you will think twice about not doing something when I ask you to. But you also know if it ever crosses a line all you have to do is just say Trisha I need you to stop right now" "Umm......OK" "Baby, I am falling hard for you. My goal is not to hurt you. My goal is give you all the things you ever wanted" "OK....I think I get it." I reached in and gave Drew a long passionate kiss. I then took my hand and unsnapped some of his pant legs on his overalls. "Umm....what are you doing?" Drew asked me. "Exploring." I took my hand and put it through the hole between the snaps and placed a finger over the front of Drew's diaper. I could feel his penis trying to to come up forming an erection but the diaper kept it in place. I started rubbing the the front of the diaper where his penis was. "Umm......what are you doing Trisha?" Drew said. "How frustrating is it that I trapped your penis in your diaper" I whispered to him in his ear. "Ummm.....it is ummm.... pretty frustrating". I started rubbing a little harder but still keeping it slow. "Good honey. If you can keep that diaper dry then maybe in a little bit I might take you in to the bedroom and have my way with you. Would you like that?" "Yeeeeeaaaaaaa" Drew said in a slight moan. "Now that is only if you can keep your diaper dry. If you manage to wet your diaper then there will be consequences" "Oooohhh Really...." Drew moaned. I increased the momentum of the rubbing. "OOOOHHHH" Drew exclaimed. "If you wet your diaper before I am ready then I might just keep you diapered all weekend." "Noooooo" Drew moaned. "I don't want that at all...." "I took Drew's head and put it in my chest. I continued the rubbing and felt Drew kiss the middle of my breast. "You need to stop rubbing Trisha" Drew moaned. I kept rubbing. I heard Drew breath in deeply trying to hold it together. After about another 10 seconds I felt Drew's whole body jolt and Drew exhaled. I pulled his head away from my breast and kissed him invading his mouth with my tongue. "Naughty Naughty boy" I scolded Drew. Drew looked up at me and smirked. "And you're laughing about it" I said in mock indignation. "How could I possibly resist you Trisha." I got up off Drew's lap and took a sip of my beer. Drew got up and started heading to the bathroom. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "Cleaning up" he told me. "I will change you when I am good and ready. Now go sit back down" I told him. "Whaaat" Drew responded in surprise. "Trisha, I just need to clean up a bit." "Sit down now!" I told him. "I will change you in a little bit." Drew looked at me and turned around and sat down on the couch. "Trisha, I want to clean up and I need to pee." "The only way that diaper is coming off you is if I take it off" I told him. "Ummm.........OK." he said a bit sheepishly and sat down. I laid down on the couch and pulled up my skirt exposing my underwear. I looked at Drew and saw the light bulb click. He timidly moved over and started removing my underwear. Once he got them off he gently placed them on the table. He slowly moved his head down to my lower region and hesitantly kissed me. "Come on baby. If you expect to get out of that diaper anytime soon I need you to do better" I told him. It was like I unlocked God mode on a video game. Drew's whole demeanor changed and within 30 seconds I was moaning so loud I was worried the neighbors would hear me. Two minutes later I was practically screaming. Drew kept going and in just a few more minutes I was completely satisfied and had in the process had knocked a beer all over his cute overalls. Surprisingly enough, that didn't stop him from finishing me off. I lay on the couch paralyzed. Drew got up, smiled at me, and took a sip of his beer while sitting next to me on the couch. "Happy now?" he asked me. "Oh god yes." I said in that voice you have after you just had your mind blown literally in this case. "I don't think I can move" "Can I now go pee please?" he asked. "I am about to burst and I need to get out of these wet overalls" It took every ounce of power I had at the moment but I managed to sit up and looked him straight in the eyes. "No one is stopping you from peeing" I told him. "But when I got up to go to the bathroom you said.." "I said the only way that diaper is coming off is if I take it off you". I never said you couldn't pee" Drew looked at me in horror. "I don't want to pee in a diaper Trisha!" Drew exclaimed. "What about wearing one? Do you like wearing one?" I asked him. "Not really?" "So you're not glad you wearing a diaper right now? You sure?" "What do you mean?" "Well for one thing it wouldn't just be beer on your new overalls if you weren't wearing a diaper. Also, I am sure your butt appreciates the extra padding" "You're just making up reasons" Drew said. "Honey, every time I put you in a diaper you're hard as a rock. It takes me using ice cubes for me to properly get you diapered. So forgive me, if I don't fully believe you" Drew's cheeks turned red. "Do you think it might be because it is you doing it" he asked. "I bet you I wouldn't get an erection out of you if I shoved a toy car up your ass even if I was completely naked" Drew laughed. "Just admit you like wearing a diaper. It is part of the fetish." Drew turned his head away from me. I gently moved his head back towards me. "It's OK Drew. I absolutely love seeing that diapered butt. It is OK to say you like wearing diapers" I told him. "Umm.....OK....I think I do like wearing them. But not all the time and I definitely don't like using them" "No one is going to make you wear them all the time. We have been together a month now and this is only the second time you have been in diapers." "It's actually the 3rd time" he said in a bit of a whiny voice. I looked at him and smirked. "You want to end up with a pacifier in that mouth. Keep it up. Do I need to remind you that you were the one who wet their diaper." "I couldn't get out of the short tails Trisha!!" "I couldn't get out of the short tails Trisha" I said in a mockingly whiny voice imitating Drew. "I was gone for 30 minutes. You're telling me a big boy like you couldn't hold it for 30 minutes." "I had too much to drink! I felt horrible Trisha. I really did feel horrible" "It honestly wasn't that big of a deal baby. I didn't think I was actually going to change your wet diaper that night but it wasn't that bad" "It was for me" Drew whispered. "Oh really" I said in mock indignation. "A sexy woman who consoled you, changed you, and gave you some of the best sex you ever had and it was really bad." "Stay there" I told him. I got up and went in to my bedroom and grabbed his short tails. I came back in to the living room and started unbuckling the straps on Drew's overalls. "What are you doing?" Drew asked me. "An experiment" I quickly took Drew's overalls off and replaced them with the short tails zipping them up in the back and securing the zipper. I gave his butt a few patts and threw the overalls in to the washer. "Trisha, I have to go to the bathroom!" "Anyone who truly doesn't want to wet their diaper should be easily able to hold it for an hour." I pulled out my phone and set a timer for one hour. "So here is what we are going to do. In one hour I will take off those short tails and check your diaper. If it is dry, then I believe you. If it is wet and I have to change another wet diaper then anytime you come to my apartment you will be diapered.

Chapter 71: Mummy's Little Girl Charlie carried me into the house in one arm, and pulled our suitcase with the other. We had just got back from our honeymoon and it was late in the afternoon. “Home! We’re finally home!” she exclaimed. Closing the front door and walking over to the living room, she set me down on the sofa and then sat down next to me. “Well that was a fun two weeks!” I said, hugging her tightly. “Two weeks of rest, relaxation, and no fears of people trying to adopt you or people out to get us. Honestly I wish we could have stayed longer...” “I know, and you could probably afford a villa over there, but all our friends are here.” “Yeah. And your nursery!” “I can’t believe it’s been two weeks of no babyspace.” “Except those couple of instances where your bratty side came out...” “Hey! You sorted those out! My backside hurt for hours afterwards!” “Good! Mummy doesn’t like a bratty baby. She likes her good little girl.” “Y... yes Mummy.” I started blushing. “Now sweetie, like you said, it’s been two weeks since you were last in your baby headspace. How about we go get that cute little bum into a thick nappy and get you feeling all small.” Charlie turned on her Mummy voice. “I always feel small around you.” I joked. “I don’t mean physically, silly!” “...Neither do I!” Charlie grabbed me and sat me on her lap. She looked me dead in the eye then rained down kiss after kiss on my face, making sure no patch of skin went without one. “No more big girl talk from you now, little missy. You’re my baby for a good day or two now, ya hear?” “Yes Mummy!” I said excitedly, clapping my hands together. Sitting up off the sofa, Charlie put me on her hip and carried me out of the living room. Obviously she couldn’t be bothered unpacking either, so we walked right past our luggage that was left out in the hallway, and she carried me up the stairs and into my nursery. “I missed dis.” I said, smiling. “I missed my little girl!” she kissed my cheek and I blushed again, trying to cover my bright red cheeks with my hands. “Well little baby... I’ve got a surprise!” “Huh?” “You’ll have to wait and see. First we need to get a nappy on that little butt of yours!” Carrying me over to the changing table by the window, she lay me back and proceeded to take all my big girl clothes off, throwing them into the laundry basket in the corner of the nursery. When I was fully naked, she strapped my waist down so I couldn’t fall off and picked out the thickest crawler nappy I had ever seen! There was no way I’d be able to even stand in that thing! “Time for your nappy sweetpea!” she said in her most Mummy-ish voice, popping a dodie into my mouth. I wriggled a bit as she lifted my legs, sliding the extra thick padding underneath my bum and gently lifting me down onto it. “Got to make sure we use lots of powder! I know you love how it smells!” I giggled as she sprinkled a snowstorm of baby powder all over my nappy area; softly rubbing it in, making sure it covered everything. Bringing the front of the nappy up, she pinned it down with one hand and brought up each side, taping it down until I was securely padded and ready for my baby time. “There’s my little baby! There she is! My little cupcake! I could just eat you up!” She booped my dummy and I giggled and kicked my feet as she sounded more and more like a Mummy. “Now sweetheart, let’s get some clothes on you before you go play for a bit.” I smiled from behind my dummy as she unstrapped me from the changing table and picked me up, carrying me over to the wardrobe. “Now... here we go!” She said, pulling out a familiar dress I hadn’t seen in a long time!” “Remember this baby? This is the dress you made all that time ago, the one Mal packed in your bag and I made you wear. I think it’ll look perfect on you!” I buried my face into her chest as she picked out matching booties and mittens, along with some pink hairbows. Sitting me down on the crib mattress, she quickly slipped the mittens and booties onto my hands and feet before pulling me forward and lifting my arms up. “Arms up to the sky babygirl, let’s get this dress on you!” I couldn’t believe how happy I was right now and how quickly I was slipping into my babyish headspace. Pulling the dress down over my head, she slipped my arms through the sleeves and zipped me up before straightening the dress and looking at me fully. “Perfect. One more thing... I’m thinking... pigtails? Do you agree?” I nodded. “Uh huh!” She quickly parted my hair and put it into two pigtails, putting matching bows on them. “There. Perfect. My perfect little princess. Now, do you want to play with your toys for a bit here or downstairs with Mummy?” “Wif Mummy!” “Okay then babygirl, but tonight you’re sleeping in your crib, okay?” “Awww!” “No awws! I told you, you’re my babygirl for the next day or two. So that means you’ll be sleeping in your crib! You’ve had plenty of time with Mummy in bed the past two weeks. We got up to some very fun but very naughty stuff. Now it’s baby time. Which means crib time.” I pouted. I agreed, and part of me really wanted to sleep in my crib again, but a part of me wanted to be as close as possible to Ch... Mummy. Charlie grabbed Luna from my crib and handed her to me before carrying me back downstairs and into the living room. Placing me into the playpen, she walked into the kitchen and left me to play with my toys. All my favourite toys were upstairs, but I still had some building blocks down here that I could do something with, so I tipped the bucket over, causing them to go all over the floor of the playpen. “Be careful babygirl, and don’t forget to clean up after yourself when you’re done playing...” Charlie said as she returned and handed me a baby bottle filled with juice. “Yes Mummy!” I said as I went about building a house out of the bricks. “I’ve just ordered takeaway food, after the flight home I do not want to cook tonight. So when that arrives I want to feed that to you. Then later tonight, do you want to try feeding again? You haven’t been breastfed since the wedding...” My face went crimson, thinking back to coming out of my hypnotic trance whilst I was nursing from her. “Y...Yes Mummy.” I said nervously, suckling at the baby bottle as Charlie turned the TV on and started to relax on the sofa. I played with the toys in the playpen for a good thirty minutes or so before food arrived. I had finished my bottle, and Charlie had taken it as she took the food through to the kitchen to prepare. Coming back into the living room, she placed a bowl of something that smelled familiar on the coffee table along with another bottle of juice. She went back out again and dragged in the highchair from the kitchen, placing it in front of her place on the sofa. “Come on then babygirl. Let’s get you fed. Then you can snuggle with Mummy for the rest of the night before bedtime.” Charlie walked over to the playpen and lifted me up, carrying me in her arms over to the sofa and putting me in the highchair before sitting down in front of me. I kicked my feet happily and wriggled. “Do I need to strap you in, or are you going to be a good girl?” “I’m always a good girl!” I grinned from behind my dummy. “Then be careful kicking those little leggies!” “Ye....yes Mummy.” I put my legs down... but kicked them very gently. Charlie must have seen this because she gave me the look. So I got her back with my puppy dog eyes and she gave in. “Now... bib!” She pulled out a bib from her back pocket and put it around my neck. “Wha is dat?” I said, pointing to the bowl. “I asked Eliana if she could deliver us some of their Bolognese seeing as I can’t be bothered cooking. She sounded so happy to hear from us, she rushed it over. So I hope you enjoy babygirl...” Looking down at the bowl of mushy spaghetti, I couldn’t help but feel tiny and happy. Charlie got a spoonful of the yummy mushed up food and directed it to my mouth. I happily opened up and enjoyed every mouthful of my favourite food. “Good girl! Such a good little baby for Mummy!” After she had fed me, and after she had eaten some of her own food, she cleaned my mouth up where she had (intentionally) missed with the spoon. “There we go! Clean baby!” How about some snuggles before bedtime? Do you want to watch a movie or something?” “Otay!” She turned on the TV and found some cute family movie, moving the highchair out of the way as she picked me up and set me down on her chest once she had lay down. Turning my head to the TV I couldn’t help but feel entranced by the sounds and the pictures. “Livie? Olivia? Oh shit!” I started slowly slipping away, my mind being locked away as the music soothed me. “Gumdrop!” Charlie yelled. I snapped out of it instantly, looking a bit out of it. “Huh?” Quickly changing the channel to something a bit more adult, she looked at me and examined my face. “You still there Liv?” “Yeah... what happened?” “I didn’t know that movie had subliminal hypnosis embedded in it! I think we’ll avoid that channel from now on. Good job your safeword works!” “Oh wow. So I went under again? For how long?” “Only ten seconds or so, but I saw your face change, similar to how you looked at the wedding. I know she said you need about 10 minutes before the safeword works, but I thought I’d give it a try anyway. Thankfully it worked instantly!” “Thanks for saving me I guess! Jeez, I can’t believe a movie like that would have that embedded in it!” “I know right? Anyway, if you want to go back to big girl Liv after that, I understand...” “No.” “No?” she asked. “No... Mummy.” “Good girl. Okay then. If you’re sure. But I think we’ve had a busy day and my little princess needs to get some sleep. We can snuggle and do more tomorrow okay?” “No!” “No?” she asked again. “No... Mummy!” “Baby, I meant why no?” “I wanna snuggle!” “Let’s get you upstairs first, shall we?” Holding me close to her chest, she got up from the sofa and turned the TV off completely. Turning the lights off as she left the living room, she walked up the stairs and back into my nursery. “Buh Mama!” “Oh sweetheart. It’s okay. Mummy isn’t going anywhere. I’ll lay with you in your crib until you fall asleep, okay?” I sniffled a bit, feeling very emotional right now in my baby headspace, but I nodded and held on tight as she pulled the side of the crib down and climbed in. It was funny because she could barely fit in here, it must not have been super comfortable for her, but she smiled at me as she laid me next to her. Snuggling up next to her, I looked up to see her face as she looked down at me. She unclasped her nursing bra and I didn’t need any encouragement before I latched on and started suckling. The warm milk flowed into my mouth and I felt so at peace with the world. The more I drank, the sleepier I got. I looked up at Charlie whilst nursing. “Don’t worry babygirl, I took one of the pills. You’re just a tired little baby, so you nurse for a bit and get some sleep.” I snuggled as close to Charlie as I could in the crib and everything just felt right. My baby side and my adult side no longer felt at war with each other, they were both part of me and I accepted that. Charlie pulled me away from her breast and popped my dummy back in. I nuzzled closely and rest my head on her arm. “My precious little angel. You make me the happiest wife and mummy in the world. I couldn’t dream of a world without you in it. Tomorrow we’ll wake up and do lots of fun things together. And the day after. And the day after that. We’ll have our entire lives to be together and love each other. And I couldn’t think of a better fate.” “Me neither Mummy.” I lisped from behind my dodie. “Olivia, you are the light of my life. And I will love you from now until the end of time. You are my angel, my princess, my babygirl, my wife, my girl... my soulmate. I love you.” I blushed and nuzzled close to her. My eyes felt heavy and I struggled to keep them open. As sleep overcame me and my eyes slowly closed, I took one last look at Charlie and smiled. “I love you too.” ========================================================== I hope everyone enjoyed the last chapter! (Epilogue tomorrow, so not reeeeally last!) Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Don't forget, my Patreon is up and running now, with the 4 early access chapters available of Witch in Training (Links below to both). It also gives access to my Discord server! New chapters of Witch in Training on Wednesdays/Sundays for both forum and Patreon. And a big thank you to all my patrons for their support ❤️ As only the epilogue remains, this is kinda the last chapter of Little in Love!????️‍?? I hope everyone has enjoyed the journey and the ending! I'll talk more about my choices and direction and everything tomorrow, after the epilogue. But I'm just thankful that people loved my story so much! And I hope you all continue to enjoy my future stories! Seriously, it means a lot that so many of you have enjoyed this and connected with my characters. And I know some of you wished for a darker ending, but that was my goal from the very start - to write a Diaper Dimension story with a happy ending. Not one that was bittersweet like some others, a proper happy ending. Like romance movie kind of happy ending. And I feel like I achieved that, and I hope people enjoyed it. There are too many darker stories on this forum and especially set in this universe, so I wanted this to be different after getting so much anxiety reading other people's DD stories. But anyway, yes, still one more chapter to go technically, so don't miss the epilogue tomorrow!

11 - Rude Awakening Dawn couldn’t sit still as she paced in the living room, harboring close to the exit where the door was, even if her vertical disadvantage made it an unlikely escape route. She was losing her patience and fast as the imaginary timer slowly ticked away with what time, if any at all that remained, dwindled away until her fast track home would become significantly delayed. “She took everything?” Katherine asked her husband with a bothered look, clearly rattled by the contents of the story. “It’s what it seemed like...” James sighed. “When I found Dawn, she’d already picked the room clean trying to find her stuff. You’d think a tornado hit it.” “Can we please explain what happened while we’re in the car?” Dawn finally drifted back over to complain. Why did everything need to be done in sequence? Couldn’t they talk and drive at the same time? Unfortunately for Dawn, she stood right next to the part of the sofa where Katherine sat. But instead of any real recognition, the only response she got was a brief pat on her head as if to console her. She continued to favor the Amazon’s plight rather than the silly Little’s as Dawn was getting ready to boil over. “Once she explained the whole thing to me, I obviously couldn’t let her stay there...” James mulled. What’s more, they felt no seeming urgency, having the audacity for dramatic pauses. “Absolutely not,” Katherine affirmed her husband’s decision with a small, adamant nod. “To think she could’ve been taken...” “Guys?” Dawn spoke up again. “I’m right here; now please, can we go?” “Dawn, sweetie, I promise,” Katherine smiled down at her. She softened her tone that didn’t carry the same attentiveness she just had for her husband. “We’re gonna get this all figured out, but you just need to be a little patient, okay?” She was going to scream back at her, but instead she turned on her heel as she stormed away. Why, why?! I can’t afford to waste any more time! “So, I brought her back here...” James happened to look over at Waver who was lounging in his dog bed positioned just right for the sunlight from the window to hit him. He looked back at Katherine. “Of course I was going to tell you; I guess I sort of wanted to broach it properly, though… You two didn’t exactly end on a high note.” Katherine’s remaining smile she had given Dawn shrunk a little bit more at that. “No...we didn’t...” Yet she pursed her lips as she laid her palms on her thighs with a brightening look on her face. “But I know Dawn’s been through a lot, and she’s still going through something now, so...I can be patient.” James did smile at his wife’s optimism, but his pure happiness soon dwindled as well. “I promised her that I’d find some way to get her back home, but...” In place of words, he rubbed the back of his head. “You promised her that…?” Katherine looked to see if Dawn was in the vicinity. You’d think he had told her Santa wasn’t real. “But James, her passport and visa...” “I know,” he didn’t let the unanswered doubts linger, “I just...” he sighed once more. “I’ll need to look into it at the very least. It’s not unheard of, right? Traveling Littles?” The topic itself seemed to add awkwardness to the air. “If they’re with their parents...” Katherine said, implying something that needed clarification. “Amazon parents?” He asked. Katherine quietly nodded with a brief glance over her shoulder, but quickly followed up. “They’d have to be officially adopted by that point, though...” She added with the faintest glimmer in her eye. “But we wouldn’t just be able to leave her there, James. Won’t that leave us in trouble here?” “Of course it would,” he nodded without a second thought. “We’d be breaking the law if we left our child in another dimension.” Finally, after Dawn had calmed herself down, she walked back into the living room a bit more level-headed. “Look,” Dawn said clear enough, or maybe she was just lucky on her timing, because now both Amazons stared at her, “I’m sorry for getting so angry, but please...you guys have to understand that I need to get to the Portal Station, or the hotel!” She was practically begging. “There could still be a chance for me to get back now! Today!” Unexpectedly, it was Katherine who was the bearer of bad news. “But sweetie, you don’t have a passport or visa…?” It came measured and soft with that typical patronizing sense. “We’ll...we can figure something out!” Dawn blurted out. She couldn’t accept it as just that. Just because she was short of her documentation, if need be, she’d force her way into the portal...somehow! “But we gotta go! I can’t miss my way home!” She looked to Katherine for a response, but all she got was a saddened look. She turned to James. “Come on…! You promised me!” James was a lot of things, but surely he didn’t have the gaul to back out on a deal. “...I promised you we’d figure this out,” James only partially agreed, “but I didn’t say that it could be done overnight, Dawn… This was never going to be that easy...” But instead, he had taken their contract and twisted and morphed the clauses that bound his obligation so underhandedly. A frustrated whine left her mouth. Her muscles tensed as she balled up her fists. “No! It’s never been easy!” Dawn shouted, tearing up again. “I can’t be stuck here! I can’t! I’ll just...just drop me off there! I can sneak into the portal! Apparently I’m pretty small here, so I think I can manage?” She offered a small, deteriorating laugh of morbid humor. For once there wasn’t the linger of silence and instead an immediate reaction was triggered. “Absolutely not.” Both James and Katherine said in half-synchronized unity. The reply stunned Dawn for a moment. “Wh...what?” James took the lead. “I said we’d think of something, but absolutely nothing that has to do with breaking the law, Dawn.” His words emanated an immovable attitude. “Breaking the…? Why though?! How am I breaking the law if I’m just going back home? What law keeps you people from trapping me in this stupid dimension?!” Dawn shouted with a hot head. “We could talk about why the rules are what they are if you want,” James started, “but I don’t think that’s what you want to hear.” “No,” Dawn said with a sharp exhale of steam, finding her voice much thicker. “it isn’t.” All it would have been was more twisted logic that truly went above Dawn’s head both metaphorically and literally. “W-what if we go there and just...explain my situation? Maybe we can find somebody in my group! I...I can tell them to send for help!” She pleaded, though in her mind she could only think of Heather, who had been poisoned into alienating Dawn entirely. She could only hope that word hadn’t spread… Dawn waited for an answer, but one wasn’t fast coming. She looked to either Amazon, yet neither had a definitive response, as if it wasn’t as black and white as it should’ve been. “You’re kidding...” She said at a loss for words. The drive in her eyes was lost as it fell to the floor. “So what? Do I really not matter? Do you both really care that little...?” Anything in the realm of logic Dawn could throw at them seemed to fall on deaf ears or continuously be “wrong”. If it appealed to emotion and feeling, though? Apparently that was something they could respond to. “Don’t ever say that,” Katherine suddenly admonished her, “You are absolutely important and are our number one priority!” Dawn didn’t look her in the eye, her passion was too bright to witness without flinching, but then Dawn remembered with a sour feeling just what Katherine wanted from her to begin with; why James and Katherine even bothered with her from the start. “Then let’s go already!” Dawn complained with an urge to stomp her bare foot. “Doesn’t it take like an hour to get there? We need to hurry!” “Dawn,” James finally said, “we aren’t going. Not today.” She looked as if she’d just been insulted. “Not...not today? My group leaves today!” Dawn shouted as she tossed her hands in the air. “Don’t you get it?! If I miss the portal, I’m stuck here for who knows how long!” She could feel her lungs closing up as the last few breaths of freedom were escaping her. “And we’ve already been over this;” James spoke with an absolute kind of tone, “your documentation is gone. There’s not a single Amazon there that would let you get within a hundred feet of a portal without that kind of information, and especially without a ticket, even.” His dose of reality was crushing, yet Dawn couldn’t get a grip as she remained in a mindset that still left hope. “Then...I don’t care if I break the law! I’ll sneak in! Just take me!” “We already said no.” James started to wear a stern expression. “Not only would you be caught, but then that would lead back to me and Katherine.” Dawn nearly wanted to say ‘so?’, seeing that their comeuppance felt deserved after what they’d been trying to do, but she backed down a little. And if the guilt from dragging them down with her wasn’t enough, just a little more fuel seemed to be doused on her flame. “Once you’re caught, Dawn, at best you’d only be shipped off to an orphanage that deals with lawbreaking Littles. You’d be conditioned and educated into a mindless toddler. Do you really want to risk that?” His voice and explanation didn’t carry any kind of luxuries or seem to hold any stops in its brutal honesty. Even Dawn felt and looked unnerved. As she struggled for a retort, she felt a hand against her back. “James...” Katherine said with a warning look at him. It was only after a silent scolding from his spouse that he softened his look. “Dawn,” he said after taking a breath, “It’s unlikely that you’ll even see your group if we took you today. I know you’re upset, but it’s better that we approach this safely so that everyone involved stays safe.” Dawn angled her eyes toward the floor where James’ feet were. She was trying not to look aggravated. These two already forced their way into her life without Dawn instigating anything, and yet it somehow becomes her problem and responsibility once her actions affect two intruders? Of course she didn’t intentionally want to bring any kind of burden or legal trouble to these two, yet she was upset, impatient, and worried. It felt wrong to let such a possible golden opportunity slip through her fingers. Unless it was some kind of trap enacted by fate, wasn’t she just an idiot for letting such an escape stroll by? Once again, somehow, she was wrong and the Amazon was right; a rule that never seemed to fail. It broke her heart to try and compromise and sacrifice what she dearly believed was her true means of escape, yet her word seemed to carry so little in this dimension. “F-fine...” Her mouth quivered a little as she said it, feeling the brunt of the finality even from her own voice. “Whatever...” She spun on her heel as she stormed off to the stairs, trying to at least find a quiet place to cry. Katherine was already standing up to follow her, “Dawn, sweetie…!” “Don’t follow me.” She said plain as day with a quivering look, freezing the woman in her tracks. “I want to be alone...” Dawn said with a sniffle. Katherine held her hands together, fingers interlocked as they wriggled amongst themselves uncomfortably. “O...okay...” Katherine did say with a forlorn heart. It was done. She was refused her best chance at getting home. How long would it take for her to get back now? That’s what she hated the most about herself. Only after blowing up and storming off did she think of the follow-up questions that should have been asked. But she couldn’t go back and ask them, not now. She was far too embarrassed and broken. What’s more, her stomach gurgled uncomfortably as she entered the room where her makeshift bed was. What was she supposed to do? Feast on sleep so that she could manage to pass the time without splitting hairs entirely? She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want any of this. Knowing that bearing with any of it hardly made a difference now in the short scheme of things, it all felt so foreign and strange. She wanted to go home. She wanted her familiar comforts back. She sat on the bedding but didn’t lay down. She sat on her bottom, pulling her knees to her chest as she rested her face between them. Quietly, she sobbed. James only had to give his wife one look before he sighed at the floor, “I know...” “James!” Katherine wore a disappointed look, “You have to be more considerate; she’s only a Little…!” “But still,” he sat up straight to look at her again, “on some level I think this was unavoidable. There’s no way around her being upset about this, Kath.” Katherine’s stern look slowly devolved into a frowning face with sympathetic eyebrows. “I know that…! I just wish I could help her through it...” She said as her head glanced again at the stairs. “Would you have rathered if I didn’t bring her home?” He asked a forward and honest question. “Don’t even say that.” Katherine’s reply was near-immediate, looking absolutely unwavered in her response. “I’m glad that she’s here; I’m happy more than anything…! It...it has to be a sign, right?” She looked at James hopefully. “I...I want what’s best for her James, and I want her to be happy...” James embraced her in a hug from behind. “Maybe after some time has passed she’ll calm down.” James offered as he let her go, though he caught sight of a nearby time. “I really should start to get going...” Katherine nodded. “Don’t worry about us; I’ll make sure it’s a good day,” she smiled confidently. “Though what about tomorrow?” James asked. “I’m in the office again, and you can’t just take another day off...” “We’ll figure something out,” Katherine gave him an inspiring look. “You go finish getting ready for work, okay?” She gently started to push him to the stairs. “Oh, James, take the other car today, okay?” “So you get the carseat?” “Yes please~” She drifted away to the kitchen with a sing-song voice. Dawn could hear the front door from downstairs open and close. Obviously it could mean just about anything, but she figured someone had left. She wasn’t exactly crying anymore, but not being sad would have been a grossly incorrect description. Though, in spite of her sorrowful mood, color her surprised when she could hear the door to the room slowly open, unannounced. Spinning her head around she saw it was Katherine poking her head in. Her heart sank a little, seeing that it wasn’t James, but at the same time it was a small relief after their moment of tension. It took Dawn a second to remember what she was wearing so unashamedly, as she quickly pulled a blanket over herself. She had half a mind to complain about knocking, but instead, “What?” A simple question that insinuated she didn’t want to be bothered. “James just left for work,” Katherine said as she came closer to the makeshift bed, making quiet observations. “I’ll be fine. You can go to work, too. I’ll just stay in here.” Dawn said with conviction. If it had to be her final resting place, just not to experience the rest of this hell, she’d be content with that. “Awh, you can’t stay up here all day!” Katherine sounded much more friendly as she came over and took a seat beside her on the floor. “I’m not going in to work today, actually, so it’s just you and me!” There was some coincidental timing however, as the jingle of a collar waltzed right in. “Sorry, three of us,” Katherine chuckled as Waver casually came over and sat on the bed, though Dawn instinctively inched back a little. Albeit a small reaction, Katherine asked, “Not a fan of doggies?” “Not used to big ones...” Dawn muttered, looking at the furry creature lounging about at the other end. She wasn’t going to start sympathizing or let her guard down, but… “...You didn’t have to take off work because of me.” “I know,” Katherine nodded slightly, looking at Waver, “but I already wasn’t planning to go in even before I found out about the little surprise James brought home.” She giggled. “Besides, it makes me a bit more comfortable knowing there’s someone here to help you out with anything?” Maybe it was the given context, but something about “anything” didn’t sit right with Dawn. She tried to discern it on the Amazon’s face, but it mostly seemed warm and inviting, like Dawn hadn’t cussed it out the day prior. “...Well, I’m fine. I managed at my hotel,” for the most part, “I dunno, maybe if you guys have a stool or something I could use...” It sucked asking for things apart from having to be here, but she figured that she might need at least something like that to last a day or two. “You don’t have to use any stools around here, sweetie,” she chuckled, “all you need to do is ask if you need something?” “...I’d rather that I don’t get in your guys’ way...” “You won’t.” Katherine responded with a smile. There was a sudden, loud bark that felt nearly booming as it startled Dawn. Katherine looked at Waver with a frown. “Jeez,” she tutted as he innocently wagged his tail, “Waver always likes to make it a big deal when we forget to feed him on the exact minute… He’s like a cat,” she laughed a little. Dawn didn’t offer any words, just hoping that they’d both leave. “Waver needs breakfast, and I know I do, too.” Katherine started standing up. “What do you say about joining us, huh?” For breakfast? “I’m fine...I ate something last night.” A very big lie and certainly against her stomach’s wishes, but she’d rather not fraternize with the enemy. “Well it couldn’t have been that recently,” Katherine started to poke holes, “You were with James for a good part of the night, weren’t you? I wish he’d have made you something when he brought you here last night...” “I’m not hungry.” Dawn said and left it at that. “How about you come downstairs at least?” Katherine seemed to try compromising, like Dawn was being an indignant toddler. “I’d rather not.” “I’d rather you did?” She asked sweetly, yet the pressure was light, but still there. “I don’t have any of my clothes. It’s embarrassing.” It was technically true, but coupled with it were her many other reasons to not leave that room. “I still can’t believe that tour guide did that to you...” Katherine sighed with a sad look. “I know you don’t want to walk around like that, but it’s only in the house? And...well, I’ve seen you in pull-ups already, honey, so a diaper really isn’t…--” She reached out her palms to cease the verbal airwaves. “Stop! Don’t...please, just don’t talk about it.” She didn’t want diapers or pull-ups to be so nonchalant. Yes, she didn’t want there to be any attention to them, yet it felt like that was being arrived at by figuring the protection itself was the new norm. Katherine looked troubled hearing that. “Well...how about we just call them undies, then?” She offered as an alternative. Dawn went nearly deadpan. Clearly she didn’t get that Dawn didn’t want to hear about diapers altogether, not just the word itself. Dawn exhaled as she figured a response. “Actually, maybe going commando isn’t so bad...” She started to say as she reached for the diaper tapes underneath the covers. “Whoa, hang on there, silly!” Katherine said as she gently moved Dawn’s hands away from her diaper. “What are you doing?” Having her hands move away from her own body rightfully bothered her. “Doing what I should have done the second I got here. I’m not wearing a diaper. James made me in the first place just so I could sit in a car seat!” “There’s nothing else for you to wear, though...” She said delicately, yet as a mindful reminder as if Dawn had forgotten. “You’ve already seen me naked, so it can’t be that new for you,” Dawn practically scoffed, turning her “logic” right back at her. From another angle, it begged the question of how little Dawn cared to show off her naked figure by this point. In her mind, being naked was far more ideal than being diapered. She went back to reach for her diaper, yet Katherine stopped her again. “Dawn, no.” She said firmly. Dawn rolled her eyes. “It’s whatever. I’m gonna be up here all day. No one is going to see me!” She shook her head, contradicting whatever Dawn thought was the plan. “You’re at least coming downstairs to get out of this room. I won’t budge on this, missy; it’s not polite or mature to walk around naked.” Dawn narrowed her eyes. “I’m not leaving this room.” Unfortunately, as far as being a house guest went, she was being a piss-poor one. “You can walk downstairs like a big girl, or I can carry you downstairs if you think that’s what you need.” “I think I just need you to leave me alone!” Dawn raised her voice, but started to reconsider her tactics just slightly. “I’m sorry I’m being stubborn, but I have my own standards, Katherine! I know you may not be thrilled to have me here,” she said with only all the bad moments they shared in her mind, “but I promise I’ll try to get out of your hair as soon as possible. Just put up with me for a little longer!” “I can’t tell you enough how happy I am that you’re here!” Katherine said as she swooped Dawn into her hands and off the bed. “You have a place here, Dawn, and I don’t ever want you thinking that you need to leave,” she smothered the girl in a hug before she could protest, “but we do have rules. I’m sorry if I need to be stern, but if you’re always misbehaving I’m not going to stay quiet.” “I wasn’t misbehaving,” Dawn grumbled, “I was telling you exactly what I was going to do!” “Well I think we should change your plans a little.” Katherine smiled like it was a minor spat in a sea of good fortune. She held Dawn against her hip as she walked out of the room. Dawn, without the physical strength to do much nor the desire to make things absolutely worse, kept her pissy attitude to herself as she was removed from the room against her wishes. “Come on, Waver!” Katherine turned her head with a rhythmic patting against her thigh. The dog stood on its fours and took the lead in walking out to the hallway. “We have two cars, so once we have breakfast, maybe we can think about going somewhere to get you some stuff you’re going to need while you’re here?” Katherine asked, though in Dawn’s mind it felt more like she was telling her how things were going to be, not what they could be. “I said I didn’t need any breakfast,” Dawn remained stubborn, “and I don’t really need a lot...I’m not going to be here for long...” She hoped. “Join us in the kitchen, then.” Katherine corrected herself with a giggle. “And we need to at least get you some things for starters… We need to get you a toothbrush, some socks, a pair of shoes, a few sets of clothes, undies, PJs...” The list seemed to run through her head as she recited from memory. “I don’t need any pajamas,” Dawn dismissed at least that part. “I just sleep in a shirt and underwear, anyways.” “Okay,” Katherine nodded with a smile. Dawn was a little taken aback by how she agreed so easily. “We’ll be around pajama sets at one point today though, so I’ll ask again, kay?” Then the novelty quickly died. Of course she couldn’t just take a simple ‘no’. There always had to be some kind of followup. Katherine walked down to the kitchen with Waver right beside her. Once Dawn started to sift through her worries, or at least forget about them, seeing the dog that was somewhat intimidating, reminded her of a family dog her distant relatives had. He was cute… “...How long have you two had him?” Dawn found herself asking, and Katherine seemed to light up at the chance for smalltalk. “Waver? Hm...I’d say that it’s been a little over a year and a half, by now. He can be a goofball, but he’s a very good boy, and he’s very smart!” “That’s...cool. So you guys like pets?” “I love them!” Katherine beamed. “James, though, he took a little convincing at first,” she laughed in what sounded like an apologetic manner. “He was willing to get a cat, but he said a dog was too much.” “But you got one anyways?” “I asked him to just try it for a month,” Katherine grinned a little as she reminisced, “he was all over this little puppy within the first week!” “Mm...” She nodded to indicate she was listening, yet groaned inwardly as they descended to the lower floor. “What do you like to eat for breakfast?” She asked Dawn. “I don’t really eat breakfast...” Dawn shrugged. It was the truth, for once she wasn’t being combative. “What?” Katherine said in turn with a hint of concern. “You don’t eat anything in the morning?” “No...not really. I’m too busy, anyway.” It really didn’t make a difference to Dawn. She was busy. Busy with classes and coursework. Things that she’d be missing out on the longer she stayed here. That alone was enough of a stressor… “Well I’m sure we can find some time for you to eat breakfast,” she smiled as she entered the kitchen. “Like I said, I really don’t eat in the morning...” Now she was criticizing Dawn’s lifestyle choices? Then again, she probably had been from the start, except it’d all been kept to herself. “You really should be, Dawn,” Katherine explained like a schoolteacher as she briefly looked around the kitchen, at a loss. “We’ll need to get you something to sit in, too...” She quietly murmured to herself before setting Dawn back on the floor on her own two feet. “The days here are a lot longer than you’re used to, so it’s extra important that you get all your nutrients and energy to get through the day.” It was sound reasoning, but Dawn still wanted to believe that she could manage just fine. Katherine walked over to a closet with Waver in tow as she pulled out a large bag of dog food, somewhat surprising Dawn as the bag looked to be as big as she herself was. Katherine seemed to handle it mostly with ease though as she poured a serving into a metal bowl beside the island. “Do you like eggs?” Katherine asked. “They’re fine.” Dawn plainly responded. Eggs were fine, but she needed a chase to go with them. Toast or something to blend with the...eggy taste. “Then...how about toast?” “It’s not bad.” “Hm...cereal?” “Sometimes, I guess...” She continued her line of questioning, and seeing that until she didn’t receive a lukewarm response, she was just going to keep asking. Wasn’t she making breakfast for herself? What did Dawn’s input matter? “Oh! How about waffles?” Katherine smiled like she knew she’d hit the nail on the head. “I dunno,” Dawn shrugged, “it’s been a while.” Katherine’s smile drooped for a moment. “Alright… We’re really going to need to figure out the things you like, sweetheart...” “Uh-huh...” Dawn gave a passive reply just to placate the Amazon. Waver busily munched away at his food while Katherine started looking through the fridge. Dawn peered in beside her, which didn’t let her see much of anything, given how much shorter she was, but beyond the cool chill from the icy container was an array of ingredients and drinks. “I can help if you want?” Dawn offered, quickly finding herself without anything to do. She’d preferred staying upstairs, but seeing as she was ousted from her fortress, she needed something to pass the time. “Thank you so much for offering!” Katherine said earnestly, yet Dawn could feel a ‘but’ coming along. “But, there really isn’t too much to do. I’m just going to make some eggs and toast.” “I can cook the egg for you?” She looked at a bar stool. “I...just need something to sit on by the stove...” “Thank you, honey, but the stove can get really hot...I don’t want you to accidentally burn yourself?” “Katherine, I’ve used a stove plenty of times back home.” Dawn tried to remind her. “I’m sure you have, and I bet you’re very good at it, too,” Katherine said in a patronizing tone that felt like soothing fluff rather than any real recognition. She sighed and abandoned the losing battle. “I can get the bread for you?” Katherine paused for a moment. “Okay, then!” Dawn was ready to hear which cabinet or drawer that was close to the floor she needed to look in, but no instructions came yet as she was lifted into the air. “Whoosh! Upsie daisie!” Katherine cooed as Dawn suddenly floated off the ground, suspended by an Amazon’s firm grasp. Suddenly it didn’t feel like she was helping out anymore. She was being made to think she was helping, and frankly why Katherine didn’t consider Dawn being aware of this very obvious point felt insulting. Katherine held her out in front of a cabinet above the counter she could have easily reached on her own, only now she had a proxy in her arms for the sake of a “confidence” boost. “Can you open up that cabinet right in front of you?” With an annoyed frown, Dawn did open it. A mix of dry and boxed food items laid about. Sure enough, there she saw a massive loaf of bread cleanly packaged in plastic and tied off. It had to have been about twice in size compared to Earth standards. Katherine had to hold her a smidge closer for her to reach, and clutched in her arms was the care package. “Think you can untie the top for me?” She surprisingly sat Dawn on the edge of the counter, given the long drop down, but it wasn’t so surprising once Katherine stayed right in front of her leaving no chance for falling off. The loaf stood upright between her legs as she found the twisty tie. At least this hadn’t changed. She did quietly notice that the tie was slightly more resistant to bending, but unlike the carseat, it wasn’t anything that her own strength couldn’t handle. Untwist, untwist, voila. Or, that’s what she expected it to be. She untwisted both ends, which seemed to work at first, but then it simply started to go back the other way around. Looking more closely, she saw a tiny knot underneath. Why? “Are you having a little trouble?” Katherine gently spoke up. Dawn suddenly looked up, feeling flustered for not being able to do something so basic. “No, just...give me a second,” she tried to use her nail to find an opening in the knot to loosen it. Katherine did remain quiet for a few more seconds, yet Dawn was starting to get a bit frustrated. “Why do you guys make it so hard?” Dawn complained. “It’s not hard, it’s just a little tricky for the first time, that’s all,” Katherine slowly closed her hands in on it, insinuating that it was her turn to take over. “Here, watch how it’s done,” and she made a quick demonstration of how to untie the packaging for a loaf of bread. If Dawn hadn’t felt pathetic before, this was surely to bring her there. She had been paying attention only partly, but even with that dedicated capacity, Katherine seemed to make no strained efforts in loosening a knot or whittling away at some kind of end. She seemed to roll it between her fingers and pull? Was that what Dawn saw? “...Do it again,” Dawn found herself saying, oddly curious now. Katherine laughed as she set her down on the floor. “Tell you what: I promise you can try again tomorrow morning at breakfast?” “...Nevermind.” Dawn dismissed the notion. She felt like a kid now for getting so invested, and any attempt Katherine made to bridge anything felt like Dawn was lowering her sense of self just to meet her halfway. “Thank you for being my special helper, by the way!” Katherine added with a chipper smile. “Mhm...” Dawn reservedly accepted the gratitude. She didn’t feel like she helped. If anything, she only impeded the process. “Do you wanna watch some cartoons while I cook?” She asked her. “I’m fine. I don’t watch cartoons.” Dawn said. She might have been receptive to normal tv or the news, but she felt silly for not expecting the diminutive offer. “Okay… If you want to, though, just let me know, okay?” “Uh-huh.” “And you’re sure you don’t want anything to eat?” Katherine asked once more, as if she knew Dawn’s needs better than she herself did. “We’re gonna need to go out after breakfast; a single diaper isn’t going to last long.” Her casual remark towards the end left a hotness in Dawn’s cheeks. “Yeah...I’m taking this stupid thing off once I need to use the actual bathroom.” “Hm...I should start making a list before we go...” Katherine thought aloud as she popped the toaster and cracked an egg over a pan. Dawn considered the lack of rebuttal a good sign, but also fostered her concern at the mention of a “list”. She very much didn’t like the idea of that. It felt like another indicator that Katherine was making some sort of heavy investment in her, like this wasn’t just some kind of short-term stay. “Wait,” Dawn suddenly realized, “I can’t go out like this. Everyone’s gonna see what I’m wearing.” Katherine briefly turned her head from the stove as if to see the problem herself. Her slight discerning glance worried Dawn, seeming as if she didn’t think the way Dawn was dressed was strange at all. “Oh! No one is going to think you look out of place, hon...” “I know I will!” Dawn had a minor outburst. “I’m only putting up with it right now because you made me! Can’t...wait, can’t I just wear that sweater again?” She suddenly remembered yesterday when she was first stranded with the two Amazons. Katherine had lent her a cardigan, albeit Katherine’s size, when bundled right she could hide her embarrassing pull-up. “That shouldn’t be a problem,” Dawn could hear her smile as she kept her eyes on the sizzling egg this time. She quietly sighed as she walked to the other end of the kitchen by the table, finally feeling like she’d achieved a definitive victory. She came up to a pair of tall, glass sliding doors that led into the backyard. A long, expansive porch extruded from the home with a wide staircase that led into a sea of green. It was decently sized, but for Dawn it felt a couple magnitudes more than what she was used to. From her viewpoint she could see patches of colorful flowers and sectioned areas of what looked like growing vegetables. “Is this all your stuff?” It was sort of a dumb question the way she phrased it, meaning specifically Katherine’s work, yet as she asked, she did faintly remember her mentioning something about a garden the first time that they met. “Hm?” She leaned back enough to see out a window sitting over the sink. “Oh! Back there? Yep!” She beamed. “When there’s time, I love to go out back and plant flowers and grow some vegetables.” It did look impressive, coming from a girl with just about no green thumb whatsoever, to the point where not even a rainy season and photosynthesis could save a plant from Dawn’s gross negligence. With that in mind, she did respect someone who could overcome that hurdle of forgetfulness. “It looks nice.” She offered a simple comment. “Thank you very much. If you’d like, you can help me water the flowers later today?” The offer wasn’t a turnoff, yet Dawn didn’t quite consider garden work fun either. “Uh...maybe...” Katherine laughed in response. “You remind me of James; he’s always willing to do stuff, but he’s bad at hiding it when he’s bored.” Dawn couldn’t figure out how to respond, so she sheepishly shrugged. Katherine chuckled some more as she took the pan off the stove. Meanwhile, Dawn’s stomach was starting to get a little rowdy again. Katherine finished spreading something on her toast and she loaded up her plate and walked over to the table. “Wanna sit with me?” Katherine offered. Finally, Dawn was smart for once. “Does that mean sitting in your lap?” Katherine was quiet for a moment. “...Well, you’re not tall enough to sit in a chair on your own...” “I’m fine down here.” Dawn decided. Katherine looked a tad bit disappointed, but she conceded and started to eat. Dawn’s stomach yet again made another gurgling noise. She probably should’ve asked for something… “Do...uhm...” She felt shy asking now, hence her words falling off, but Katherine gave her full undivided attention. “Is there any...chips or something?” “To eat?” Katherine asked, likely rhetorically. “Dawn, I thought I asked if you wanted anything for breakfast...” “I’m not that hungry,” she lied, trying to repaint the picture, “I just wanted a little something… I’m still fine from yesterday...” “Why can’t you be more honest with me?” Katherine frowned as she stood up from her chair. Dawn was going to tell her not to make anything, yet she picked Dawn up and sat her on her thigh on the chair, putting her head just above the tabletop. “I said I’m not--” “You just asked for a snack,” Katherine calmly contradicted, “and you definitely don’t get a snack until you at least have real food. You can have some of mine if you don’t want your own.” “I don’t even like eggs.” Dawn complained, finally telling the truth for once. She could see especially how big the egg was on her plate, Amazon sized, which made her feel even more unsettled. The only props she had to offer was at least the yolk looking runny… “That’s no good,” Katherine lightly chided, “you need to eat what’s put in front of you.” “I can eat it,” Dawn groaned, “but it’s so bland!” “Then how about like this?” Katherine sectioned off a portion and laid it over a chunk of toast. She lifted it up and drew it to Dawn’s mouth. “Open wide~” She cooed, yet Dawn frowned at the approaching gesture. “I don’t need help--” Dawn started to say, but the food was inserted into her mouth with deceptive speed as soon as she began to speak. She wanted to spit it out on the simple grounds of being manipulated, but she didn’t. She reluctantly chewed and swallowed. If it could even be called a plus, the egg tasted just like she expected; eggy. However, the toast did its job in masking the taste. She chewed and swallowed before resuming. “I can feed myself.” “This way we won’t have to wash your hands though?” Katherine countered. But it didn’t feel like a justified reason shortly after breakfast as Katherine was still dabbing a wet washcloth on Dawn’s face anyway. She didn’t make a comment on it, but yet again she felt strong-armed into something. “Clean as a whistle,” Katherine smiled, “You can go play with Waver for a few minutes while I get my stuff together?” The use of ‘play’ felt demeaning, but Dawn did leave the kitchen. Sure enough Waver had gone back to his dog bed in the living room. Their couch was impressive, occupying a large span of one wall, then wrapping around to cover just as much length on the other. And while it was still on the theme of silver linings, their television looked quite massive as well. It was big, but, well, Dawn figured that some of the Amazon size factor was attributed to that as well. Not only had she never seen one so big, but Earth’s closest equivalent would likely be priced well in the range of a five-figure price… Yet a sudden loud bark from behind stumbled the girl forward, forgetting about the tv entirely. Her startled heart took a second to calm down as she turned, staring now at the goofy face of Waver with a hint of droopy tongue. As bothered as she was, a moment alone with just a simple, innocent animal did force her to crack a grin. Another thing that was too surreal for her though was his size. Despite every notion she had of housepets being so small compared to the normal person, not only did this furry creature rival Dawn’s, but even surpassed her size. Luckily he seemed friendly enough, otherwise being around an angry dog would be a whole other cause for concern. Just as Dawn was approaching to tame the beast, a loud ring, likely a doorbell filled the home and Waver immediately turned his head. Loud barks ensued as he scampered over to the door. Dawn did groan a small bit at that discovery. “One of those dogs...” She sighed. But aside from Waver, the doorbell was unexpected. Someone was here? Obviously she didn’t want to be seen like this. She leaned around the corner down the hall, wondering where Katherine was. Even if Dawn wanted to answer the door, she might be just physically capable, but it wouldn’t be without its challenges. Now there was a knock. “Katherine…?” Dawn called for her, feeling oddly incapable as she did need to wait on the woman. And luckily she did emerge. Apparently she didn’t know who it was either, because Dawn could hear her mutter above her head, “Who could that be…?” Dawn stood by the couch where at least half of herself was hidden, watching the door as Katherine opened it after shushing Waver into a nearby room. Another Amazon woman, standing just as tall as Katherine, albeit in a small set of heels. She was donned in a suit with some sort of yellow, metallic badge on her breast. Obviously Dawn didn’t know who it was, yet she felt unsettled nonetheless. “Hi there, how can I help you…?” Even Katherine herself sounded off. It wasn’t a straightforward greeting. “Hi there,” came a cordial tone, “You wouldn’t happen to be Katherine, would you? Married to a James?” “Yes…? What’s this about?” “First,” she outstretched her hand, to which Katherine replied with the same, albeit more hesitant. “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Francine Bush. I’m a case handler from Little Protective Services. LPS?” That unsettling feeling in Dawn’s stomach seemed to solidify just a bit more. Hadn’t she heard of that name before? LPS? “Oh, uhm...nice to meet you. Would you...like to come in?” “Please, if you wouldn’t mind?” Dawn leaned back a little as Katherine stepped aside to let her in. Unfortunately, the first thing that seemed to happen was this woman making eye contact with Dawn. It seemed like a warm smile, but instinct told her not to like this person; more so than Amazons in general. Katherine’s tone did sound slightly nervous, as she asked, “Is...is there some kind of issue?” “Well, I wouldn’t say that exactly,” the woman didn’t answer as definitively. “I’m just hoping to ask you some questions just to understand things a bit better. I’m assuming your husband isn’t home right now?” “No...he just left for work.” Katherine said. She seemed to be looking for something, and once she spotted it, she briskly walked over to pick it up. Now that Dawn was in her arms, Katherine sat down on the sofa with the Little securely in her lap. For once, Dawn chose not to make a scene. “That’s alright then; this is just a visit, so I’ll try to pick a better time for the next one.” Her obvious mention of a ‘next time’ was a clear note to make. This woman intended on coming back. Then, the woman leaned forward just the slightest bit from her seat, focusing her gaze on Dawn now. She upped her smile just a slight bit more as she said in a friendly voice, “And you must be Donna!” Dawn hadn’t expected to be spoken to, hence her delay in response. But once she caught up she furrowed her brow. “I’m...my name is Dawn.” “Oh?” The caseworker was apparently surprised. “I’m sorry about that. I think I was given the wrong name!” She said in an overly-apologetic voice, like she was putting on a show for the girl. She slipped out a phone from her suit jacket and then asked Katherine, “Could you spell that for me?” Of course. Dawn didn’t look any happier, especially having the spelling of her own name deferred to someone “more responsible”. Katherine did give the correct spelling and the woman set her phone back down. “Perfect.” She concluded, then set her hands on her lap. “Katherine, how long have you and James had Dawn? When did you adopt her?” It was subtle, yet Dawn could feel a shift from Katherine’s hands around her waist. And more importantly, even Dawn knew the answer to this. She hadn’t been adopted, and she had zero intention of being. “W-well...we only recently took Dawn in. My husband brought her here only last night.” Katherine explained. “So currently it’s unofficial? There’s no documentation, correct?” “...Yes.” She nodded, staying silent for a moment as her eyes glanced at Dawn for just a moment. “Katherine, would you rather we do this privately? If you’d rather Dawn not hear, we could--” “I want to hear.” Dawn finally cut herself in. The moment information started to withheld from her, then she’d most certainly take issue. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.” Katherine then backed her up, as if a Little’s words couldn’t stand on their own. “Okay, that’s fine too.” Francine smiled. “Katherine, your husband might know more about this than you then, but a report was made related to Dawn about a kidnapping?” “Kidnapping?” Katherine’s confusion and concern was clear. “From who? She’s not adopted.” Her voice came off as defensive as well as protective. “I understand that, and we did verify with the one who called to make a report. I can’t share explicit details about the one who made the report, but it seems like they are in a similar situation regarding Dawn as you and your husband seem to be.” “So...they said we kidnapped Dawn from them? We didn’t. She chose to go with us.” It was the most defensive Dawn had ever heard the Amazon be. Francine nodded, but looked no more swayed from her initial intent. “That’s why it’s a difficult situation, because we have two groups claiming the same thing. Do you know where your husband found Dawn?” “A hotel?” She nodded. “We have a witness report from one of the staff about your husband taking Dawn out of the hotel. They received a call about a man trying to take their Little, which is the description your husband fit.” Now Dawn was starting to worry. This woman couldn’t actually “give” her back to that other deranged Amazon, could she? It was the only connection she could make; the reporter had to have been that wacko Amazon who offered to adopt her. That bitch! But alternatively, Dawn suddenly saw this person in a new light. She was an authority figure, she dealt with Littles. Did that mean non-native Littles as well? Maybe this was her chance…! Her opportunity to go home! Maybe she’d be willing to hear her case out, considering James and Katherine could seem to care so little. “She’s lying.” Dawn blurted out. The case worker looked down at her with a tilted look, eyebrows raised, like she was feigning interest in a toddler’s babblings. “That other Amazon is making it all up. I decided to go with James and she was just jealous.” The woman didn’t immediately respond, like she was trying to dissect what Dawn believed was clear as day. “Thank you for telling me that, sweetheart,” she smiled, but Dawn could feel the lack of true appreciation. “I’ll make sure to keep that in mind, okay?” But she clearly didn’t want an answer as she looked back up at Katherine. “I...I don’t understand...” Katherine looked confused and worried. “Dawn hasn’t been adopted yet...so why is LPS even getting involved?” The worker acknowledged and nodded, with more recognition than Dawn seemed to have gotten from her. “Usually we only get involved after the Little has been adopted, yes, but that’s typically because of unfortunate timing, taking our end to get a case worker involved a bit later rather than sooner… But what concerns us in this situation is the claim made about kidnapping. LPS does not take lightly to that sort of act.” The look on her face had become quite serious, creating an even grimmer shift in the room’s atmosphere. “Whether the claim made is false or not, it’d be absolute negligence for us not to follow up on these sorts of things,” she explained. “B-but...we didn’t kidnap her...” Katherine continued to be intimidated by the authority, yet still kept a tight hold on Dawn, who was beginning to see more of a foe from another faction than a potential ally. Francine suddenly stood up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for today’s visit to put you for a scare; right now we’re just meeting with all the parties involved and investigating the legitimacy of the claims.” She glanced around. “Would it be alright if I just took a quick look around?” “That’s fine...” Katherine answered hesitantly, “but we were just about to go out! We were going to get Dawn some clothes, diapers, a bed, toys, and anything else she’d need…!” She spoke in a hurry like her life depended on it. Maybe Dawn’s. But for Dawn, hearing her short list involved a mention of toys and diapers, both red flags to her. She fought the urge to outrage on the spot right there. When did they ever discuss that? It better have been ridiculous lip service to this horrid woman, otherwise there would be hell to pay. Yet the woman seemed to scrutinize. “So Dawn doesn’t have any kind of nursery here?” “It...It was just going to be done today; we were already planning… We already got a carseat the other day...” Katherine continued to ramble and heighten Dawn’s confusion. Why was it suddenly a measuring contest? Why didn’t Dawn’s own word not carry enough weight? “I won’t be long.” The worker smiled professionally as she turned to the stairs. Dawn could see her pull her phone out as she walked upstairs. “Katherine...” Dawn started to speak up once they were alone. “Katherine…! Katherine!” In a brief state of shock, Katherine only came to after the third call. “H-huh? Yes, sweetie, what’s wrong?” “Don’t say that; say my name.” Dawn scowled. “You can let go of me now.” Her warm grip made Dawn feel like she was on a rollercoaster ride. “What the hell is going on?! Why are you so scared?” Katherine exhaled, but the worry trembled her breath. “We...we’ll talk about it after she leaves, okay? Please, just be a good girl and don’t say anything else…!” It was like all the tiny footholds, if they even existed, in making Katherine speak to her more as a person than a complete infant were completely lost. Unbelievable, so in the end all the “progress” Dawn had made with her seemed to be complete fiction in the face of authority? She almost wanted to make a scene just to prove how sick of Katherine’s dismissiveness she was, but the only thing that kept her from doing so was a quiet voice inside warning her against it, for whatever reason. Dawn continued to be a silent, pissy stress ball for the Amazon until the case worker came back downstairs. “You mentioned getting a bed for her?” She sounded as if she’d seen things most unappealing to the eyes upstairs. Apparently the standards upstairs hadn’t been pleasing. So what, though? Sleeping on the floor for the first night was excusable, so why make such a big deal out of it? “A-a crib,” Katherine retroactively corrected herself, earning an angry glare from Dawn, yet seemed to go entirely unnoticed, or willfully ignored by both giants. “I see...Well, Katherine, it was a pleasure getting to meet you, and Dawn,” she said with a heightened pitch and a syrupy smile at her, maybe even saying her name with more emphasis just to prove to the “little” girl how she’d seen the error in her ways and corrected her name from Donna. She fished out a card from her suit jacket and handed it to Katherine. “You can expect a visit from me within the week, however I can’t give you the time to expect, but I’ll try to come when your husband is here as well.” “Is...is there any legal trouble?” Katherine asked with hesitation. The woman didn’t respond immediately, which even Dawn knew was cause for concern. “Not necessarily,” she finally did say, “this could all be a misunderstanding, after all. Two groups trying to adopt the same Little is a common dispute, but since kidnapping was mentioned...” The silence only left unanswered for a second though, quickly picked back up by the woman. “I should have some more information to share with you and your husband during the next visit. There aren’t any plans to take Dawn from your custody for the time being, given your explanation for only getting her last night. That being said,” she started to show signs of disapproval, “I hope to find that Dawn’s environment is a bit more appropriate for her by the time I’m back?” Dawn had her unfortunate guesses, but Katherine had become a yes-man entirely. “Yes! Of course… We’ll be going out right after this; we were just planning to.” The case worker’s unyielding look softened into a smile. “Great then. I’ll see myself out, but I’ll see you soon.” She said before opening and closing the door on her way out. At the sound of it shutting, Katherine immediately started to sniffle, holding Dawn tighter in her arms as she was again smothered against her will. “K-Katherine…!” Dawn groaned in her grip. “What...first, let me go!” After enough shouting, the Amazon relented and at least let go, though keeping her in her lap. “What the fuck was that even all about?”

Chapter 29: Preparing for Trial I woke up before I opened my eyes. A stiff plastic mattress cover rustled as I unconsciously shifted my weight. Even stiffer, my muscles ached as I rolled over, my hand grasping around the wooden bars that caged me. I was in a crib. Fuck. Slowly, my eyes opened as my stomach dropped. Above me, fluorescent lights hummed and cheery anthropomorphic alphabet letters stared at me along the ceiling’s border, all rictus grins and dead shark eyes. Beneath me, diapered zoo animals paraded around on faded fitted sheets. I was in the Nap Room. Double Fuck. Pulling myself up to a sitting position took most of my strength. That damn outdated bug zapper they’d stuffed me into had taken a lot out of me. My body was already trembling at the thought of standing up on an old overstuffed mattress. I was still a little pink, but the lotion that I’d been lathered in before I lost consciousness had done its job. I wasn’t peeling, and the terrible burning sensation had been reduced to a light heat that only surfaced when I thought about it. It was very likely that within a day or so, my skin would be back to normal. No. Not normal. Never normal. Never again. My hand brushing against my chin told me as much. I didn’t have a single trace of stubble. My arms, chest, legs; everything that that damn bathing cap and goggles hadn’t covered, basically; were all completely smooth. Baby smooth. I looked down between my legs. What had been crisp white plastic when I had been sealed into it bulged and sagged away from me, forming a tiny lump in the front. Experimentally, I squeezed my thighs together. My knees didn’t even come close to touching before the padding inside the diaper stopped them with a squish that I didn’t hear as much as felt. Wet. I was wet. I’d wet my diaper in my sleep. Triple fuck. Some combination of whatever poison had made me shit myself and the trauma of getting all of my skin cells burned off had weakened my bladder. And it was poison, I told myself. It had to be. Contrary to Amazonian belief, Little didn’t just poop their pants for no reason. Naively, I hoped that this wouldn’t be permanent. I wouldn’t want to have to diaper myself before bed every time I crawled in with Cassie. Yes, even then, I was still planning on getting back to her. The first stage of grieving is always denial. “Hey, hon.” I looked up from between my legs to find Mrs. Beouf standing over me. Two Amazon sized hands reached down, snaked under my armpits and lifted me out of the crib. No warning. No asking. No preamble. Just an “Up ya go,” while I was already being hoisted onto her hip, my diaper drooping slightly away from my own. A brief transition and I was back in my mentor’s lap with a bottle being shoved in my face. “It’s just water. Drink up.” Just water. Just water? What had been in the coffee that morning? I tried to object, but it just came out as a whine. “Mrs. Beoufphhhhhh.” My protest was cut off by the nipple. “Drink up first,” she said. “That hair remover packs a wallop on Little Ones, and I can’t have you getting dehydrated.” Her hand reached down and squeezed my crotch. “Definitely dehydrated.” I was shocked enough that I bit down on the nipple, causing a bit of the cold refreshing water to squirt out onto my tongue. Damnit. I was thirsty. You know you're thirsty when plain water from a rubber nipple tastes so good. Reluctantly I began to sip, taking the bottle in my own hands as Mrs. Beouf slipped her fingers inside the front of my diaper and felt around inside. “Definitely dehydrated.” My penis would have retracted inside me if such a thing were physically possible. I looked up at her, waiting for her to make eye contact with me as I suckled. When she did, I didn’t like what I saw. It was that same madness that I always saw in an Amazon’s eyes; the same madness that presented itself every time one of those giants looked at me, and instead of seeing “Mr. Gibson”, they saw “baby Clark”. “Mr. Gibson” if he’d ever been alive to Mrs. Beouf was now dead to her. Dead and buried. Slowly, we began to sway back and forth in the rocking chair while Mrs. Beouf pushed off with her feet. “I know you must be confused,” she began, “so you just drink and listen.” Her tone reminded me of a nurse giving a terminal diagnosis to a patient. “You had an accident.” We rocked a beat as she let that sink in. I stopped suckling long enough to bite down on my own tongue. I hadn’t had an accident. I had been poisoned. How and by who, I didn’t know, but it was the only logical explanation. “You got caught.” That much was true; but our definition of “caught” varied greatly. “Mrs. Zoge and I figured it out,” she continued. “You didn’t want to buy your own diapers, so you started borrowing them from the other kids to cover up your accidents. That’s why you pretended to go to the big boy potty last week. I had a hunch but I didn’t want to say anything. But when the nurse called me during lunch...? Yeah. That did it.” Pretended?! She thought I was stealing diapers?! How would that even work? The tapes on Amazonian diapers are so strong there’s no chance a Little would be able to peel them off! What, did she think I was stuffing them down my underwear.? “Slipping diapers in your pants, doesn’t give you the same protection though,” she cooed. “That’s why you ran out of underwear. You kept leaking and had to throw your undies out. Or did you think I wouldn’t notice that while I was cleaning you up?” Beouf’s voice was so syrupy sweet that my pancreas was shutting down. Helpless in her lap, it was all I could do to close my eyes and look at the inside of my own skull. “I don't know how long your Maturosis has been expressing itself,” Beouf told me, “or how long you’ve been sneaking diapers out of my room, but you got caught.” Her voice had evened out again. Even Amazons can’t baby talk forever. “I’m not mad at you, though. You were just doing your best to look like a big boy. I forgive you.” Bubbles burst out, threatening to break the bottle and erupt out into the air as I exhaled, a growl rising in my throat Forgive me? Forgive me?! Not only was I being talked down to as if I was some kind of child, I was being accused of stealing diapers! Why the hell would I do the one thing short of shitting myself that was a surefire way to attract attention and get caught? If Maturosis were real, why would I even think to cover it up? Even more infuriating, I couldn’t prove or disprove Beouf’s theory because the only evidence that was required was her connecting dots that weren’t there and a temporary loss of bowel control! TYPICAL FUCKIGN AMAZON! “I know,” she half-whispered in calming tones. “I know. You’re upset. I understand you’re upset. I’d be upset, too.” She started rubbing my back, and I was too weak just then to flail or slap her hands away. “I’d be upset too if I was trying my best to be a grown-up and I couldn’t. But sometimes we do everything we can and things still don’t work out the way we want them to, and that’s okay.” I stopped drinking; holding my tongue up against the little whole in the bottle’s nipple to stop the water from leaking out. Sadly, or perhaps fortunately, it prevented me from talking. “You’ve helped me out for a long time now,” Mrs. Beouf went on. “You’ve been someone who has been really good to talk to and you’ve been very good at helping other children start to grow up.” I felt like I was hearing my own funeral. The funeral for my adulthood. “No matter what anyone else says, I know that you helped all those pre-schoolers get potty trained and learn their ABC’s and 123’s. You did a good job of that and you helped take care of them.” Mrs. Beouf was giving the eulogy for my career. In her own Amazon way, maybe she was mourning too. “Now it’s my turn to help take care of you.” I sucked in another gulp of water, trying to cool the lump that was forming in my throat. “What’s going to happen to me?” I asked, the air hissing back into the bottle. “It’s after school,” Mrs. Beouf said, guiding the nipple back into my mouth and tipping the bottle upward. “You were asleep for a couple hours. All the other kids have gone home, and it’s just us.” I shuddered when she said “other kids”. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.” I gulped, turned my head away and repeated my question. “But what’s going to happen to me?” Still rocking, Mrs. Beouf reinserted the bottle with one hand and rubbed my back with the other. “A lot of us stayed late. We’re having an emergency I.E.P. meeting for you.” I gulped and some water almost went down the wrong pipe. “We’re going to set some goals for you and fill out some paperwork. We’re going to go as fast as we can and get it over with, but I need you to try not to be fussy, okay?” My head finally beginning to clear, I thought about Tracy. “Who is going to be my Mo-” I cut myself off. “Who’s going to adopt me?” Just saying the word “adopt” made me want to throw up a little bit. “We’ll talk about that in the meeting.” She seemed oddly reluctant to answer that question. “I’ll take care of you, though. Don’t worry. Mrs. B. will make sure you’re okay.” I had no idea how to read into that. What was she so reluctant to talk about? The only thing I was certain of was that “we” wouldn’t be discussing anything at this farce of a meeting. “They” would. Typical Amazons. Trying to change the subject, I held up my left hand, weakly shoving my ring finger into Mrs. Beouf’s periphery. “My ring?” Still rocking, Mrs. Beouf shook her head. “Sorry hon, can’t give you that back. That had to go bye bye with the rest of your grown-up costume.” My blood boiled at the notion that my wedding ring, along with my entire adult wardrobe had now been relegated to dress-up props. “Don’t worry,” she said. “We’ll make sure that Cassie gets it back.” I gulped down the last of the water, feeling the last few drops plummet down into my stomach like a rock. I had never, not once since I’d been working here, ever said Cassie’s name out loud to Mrs. Beouf. To every Amazon I’d ever worked with, I’d only referred to her as “Mrs. Gibson”; a vague concept with no identifying features. How did Beouf know Cassie’s first name? Terrible, horrible thoughts invaded my mind. They would go to my house, the address plainly listed on the school’s personnel records. They’d find Cassie, and then decide that a poor helpless Little couldn’t live in such a Big house all by herself. Best to scoop her up and find her a loving Amazon family that could re-raise her to be more cute and cuddly and less independent. Images of the two of us in coordinated blue and pink onesies popped into my mind; our eyes blank as we mindlessly sucked on matching binkies: Two living dolls to be perpetually drooling playthings for our Amazon owners. It’s just like Cassie had predicted. I had doomed us both. I must have given something away just then to my former mentor. “Don’t worry,” she said. “No one’s gonna adopt her. As far as we know, she’s still grown-up enough to live on her own. It’s just not fair to her to expect that she will take care of you.” I released the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding in. Amazons were crazy, but even crazy people played by their own insane logic. That’s how I had managed to make it as long as I had. That’s how Cassie would continue to make it. And deep down, I told myself, that’s how I was going to escape today. The bottle finished, Mrs. Beouf took it from me and set it down on the small table near the rocking chair. Again, with no warning, I found myself carried on her hip as if I were a toddler. We exited the nap room, but instead of taking a sharp right to exit the classroom, we made a bee-line to the class bathroom. “Where are we-?” “You may be comfortable sitting in a wet diaper, but I’m not going to take you into a meeting with one.” I was still pink from the involuntary sun-burn I’d been given, but I felt like I was going three shades pinker. In a matter of minutes I had literally forgotten that I had been stewing in my own piss. The padding beneath me was so absorbent that it really was that easy to forget as long as I didn’t deliberately try to press or squeeze any of it. Even then, it had been more of the texture and the muted squish than any profound feeling of being wet. No wonder so many of my students had failed potty training until they got into my classroom. The tiny toilet was passed by in favor of the changing table across from it, and I was laid down and secured to it with a strap across my chest and threaded under my armpits before I had the chance to register anything; the buckle was over the side where I couldn’t reach. A formality, I knew. My hands wouldn’t have been able to so much as budge it. My former mentor had done this to Littles so many times that it was pure muscle memory at this point; second nature to her. While she bent over and rummaged for supplies on the shelves beneath me, I caught my first full glimpse of myself in the ceiling’s mirror. Hairless, save for my head, wide eyed with the tiniest bit of a tummy, and with a bulging diaper encasing me. I looked like a baby; a toddler at best. The proportions were a tad off, my limbs were longer and I wasn’t as chubby, but I still looked like a baby. With everything to scale, I very well could have been one of Michelle’s kids. Littles, in general, don’t go in much for baby pictures. It’s almost considered a bad omen, or a sign of bad luck, a superstition passed on from generation to generation. But I felt the strangest sense of deja vu laying there, like I was witnessing a memory instead of the present. Watching myself in the mirror as two giant grown-up sized hands reached for the tabs of my soiled diaper. The sound of tapes being ripped off of plastic jolted me out of my trance, the changing table beneath me holding solid as I violently shook. This is why there was a mirror on the ceiling! It was another form of conditioning! They wanted me to look up and see myself from their point of view: As tiny; as helpless; as cute. A helpless little baby doll. With another tremor, my hands jerked up to my face as the diaper was pulled open. I would not look. I would not look. I would not look. I would not subject myself to my own diaper change. “It’s okay to suck your thumb,” Mrs. Beouf’s voice bounced off the bathroom tiles, her voice sickeningly sweet and high pitched again. “Enjoy yourself. You’re safe.” THAT is what she thought I was doing?! I slammed my own eyes shut and willed my arms away from my face. I would not give this crazy woman the satisfaction of even thinking that I was chewing on my fingers. The smell of stale ammonia hit my nose now that the diaper was open. How had I not noticed the smell before? It took everything I had to not smack at the hands wiping down my crotch, knowing that I’d only be rewarded with some kind of restraint for my trouble. I braced myself, digging my hands into my armpits and shivering with each pass of the cold wipes. I felt my ankles cross and be lifted towards the ceiling. “Oh, looks like someone wasn’t done with his poopies! Good thing you had your diaper back on!” “WHAT?!” I couldn’t help it. My eyes were open and staring at my naked body in the mirror, watching helplessly as my former co-worker wiped my ass for me. And much to my horror, I saw glimpses of brown in the mirror: In the old diaper, on the used wipes, and a bit on my bottom and between my legs. It wasn’t a load, as much as it was a thin coating. Had I made it to a toilet, it wouldn’t have been anything at all. Clearly, the poison hadn’t completely worked its way out of my system, and my bowels had squirted a bit of an aftershock of sorts while I’d lain unconscious. That much was obvious. More disturbingly, I couldn’t help but wonder why I hadn’t noticed it; felt something; smelled something; known something! My used shame was balled up single handedly and disposed of in the lidded trash can next to the changing table- a thin clink instead of a roaring flush-and a new diaper was slid underneath me. Still, my legs were held aloft. “You got lucky,” she said, “no rash this time, Little guy.” She grabbed for a jar filled with sickly medical smelling cream. “Just in case.” I winced as rash cream was spread and rubbed into my butt and genitals, followed by a cold cloud of baby powder. I was lowered down onto my new padding, and a second cloud coated my penis before two large hands spread my legs apart and pulled the diaper up, securing it to my waist with a pair of tapes that I couldn’t hope to undo. “There we go, alllll better.” I didn’t dignify her cooing with a response, but admittedly, it did feel better. As she unstrapped me from the changing table, I gave my legs a tentative squeeze, trying to touch my knees together. They didn’t fully collide, but they managed to just barely graze each other, a crisp new crinkle invaded my ear buds for my effort. Vinyl matting sucked at my skin as I was lifted up and maneuvered into a sitting position on the changing table. Questioningly, I looked at Mrs. Beouf. “Gotta get you dressed.” She took out a plain red t-shirt and pulled it over my head. “This is all we have in lost and found right now that’s appropriate.” I looked down as my arms were guided and pulled through arm holes. Apparently, “appropriate” meant that the top of my new shirt barely covered the top of my new diaper. I didn’t bother to ask or complain when pants weren’t provided. Most Littles in my situation weren’t afforded such dignities. We were diapered and Amazons wanted the world to know it. Anything discreet enough to cover the diaper was likely “inappropriate” unless it was inherently cutesy or embroidered with some cutesy degrading slogan like “Mama’s Lil’ Stinker” or “Look Out Below”. I was riding on her hip again, her hand under my backside to support me, leaving me no choice but to cling on for dear life. “Come on. Let’s go.” As if I had a choice. It was with those last words that I was taken, like a man already condemned to hear the court’s verdict, even though my sentence had already been carried out.

It's the day of the dance and Jack has every reason to feel nervous. He has no idea what to expect but it turns out there is some embarrassment to come before they even arrive at the dance. --- This story has been available on my Patreon page for the last week and with a $5 a month pledge you can see all my updates a week before anyone else. For $10 a month you can get early access plus access to THIRTY-TWO stories that only my patrons get to see. If you are interested please consider giving my Patreon page a look https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- The next few days were a whirlwind for Jack and he was constantly preoccupied by the upcoming dance. He had told his family when he had got home from school on the day Melissa told him she was taking him to prom and his mother had been ecstatic. It was only when Jack got to his room that he wondered how genuine her happiness was. Maybe she was just happy to be foisting her son on to some other female to look after him. Alice on the other hand was anything but ambiguous. Alice had always acted superior and enjoyed playing jokes on Jack but now she became even more vicious. Jack found her hounding him in any spare moments as she tried to put him down and make his life harder. It reached the point that the siblings’ mother got involved and told Alice to tone it down. On the Saturday of the prom Jack awoke to butterflies in his belly and a warmth in his diaper. He had maintained his full time diaper wearing since the incident in the store and was already getting used to it. The embarrassment of the full time wearing was lessened slightly by his mom agreeing to let him change himself whilst at home. It was to his changing table that Jack started walking that morning but his mind was already on Melissa and the prom. Jack stayed in his room throughout most of the day and played his video games as he waited for Melissa to arrive. He had his smartest shirt and pants laid out on his bed ready to be put on at a moment’s notice, for now he sat on his computer chair naked except for the ever-present padding. When the doorbell suddenly rang at six o’clock Jack jumped slightly. He hadn’t expected Melissa to be exactly on time but he couldn’t imagine it was anyone else. Jack opened his bedroom door quietly and leaned over the bannister to eavesdrop on the conversation below. He watched Alice walk to the door and cringed, he really hoped she wouldn’t do something stupid. “Hi, I’m here for Jack.” Melissa said as the door was opened by Alice. “Right…” Alice stepped back, “You must have terrible taste. No offence but… Jack?” “Maybe you’ll understand when you’re a bit older.” Melissa said with a smile, “I take it he’s upstairs?” Jack quickly retreated to his bedroom as he saw Melissa heading for the stairs. He felt his heart hammering and he hurried over to his bed where his clothes were waiting. He had just picked up his pants and pulled them up one leg when the door opened. Melissa stood imperiously in the doorway and smiled as she saw Jack look over his shoulder at her. “It seems I’ve caught you with your pants down.” Melissa chuckled at her own joke as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. Jack gave a quick smile before standing up straight and facing Melissa. He realised just how good she looked now, whereas he had been ready to wear a reasonably smart shirt and pants he saw that Melissa had gone all out with a dress that emphasised all of her curves. The dress was a bold red which was matched by her lipstick, it was a colour that really suited her. She was carrying a large bag that she dropped on the floor. She hadn’t used too much make-up, she really didn’t need to, and she looked perfect to Jack. “No, those won’t do.” Melissa said as she stepped forward and grabbed the waistband of Jack’s pants. “W-What do you mean?” Jack asked with a faltering voice. “Don’t worry, I brought you something to wear.” Melissa answered. As she pulled off the pants she reached up and felt the diaper which was already damp, “This needs changing too.” “I’ll get mom…” Jack said quietly. “Don’t be silly.” Melissa replied authoritatively, “I can do it.” “You really do-” Jack started but Melissa wasn’t listening. She took his hand and pulled him to the changing table. Jack climbed up compliantly and laid back with his legs open. Melissa wasted no time in pulling the tapes off the diaper, Jack considered himself lucky it was a private change rather than in a public place like the classroom from before. The memory caused Jack to shiver a little. The diaper was laid open and Melissa collected some baby wipes to start wiping Jack clean. Jack had the predictable reaction of excitement and he felt his dick twitching slightly. Melissa seemed to only encourage this by concentrating her cleaning efforts on the tool. Jack went a deep red as he felt his excitement increasing, it was just like in the classroom except this time they had more privacy. “You’re cute when you blush.” Melissa said in little more than a whisper. Jack wondered if Melissa might actually be planning to keep the pleasure going and he moaned softly as if to encourage it. Melissa smiled as she watched the man squirming beneath her. Jack was just starting to lose himself in the moment when he heard the door suddenly open. Jack quickly reached down and pulled the now cold front of the diaper up and over his crotch. He looked at the door in shock as he saw his mom looking in. Melissa was as confident as ever as she stepped forwards and held out her hand. “Hello Miss. Chamberlain, I’m Melissa.” Melissa said with her award winning smile. “Hi!” Sarah smiled at the guest who was only a little shorter than her, “Alice told me you were here. I’m so happy my little boy has found a nice girl like yourself.” Jack had been so distracted by this incursion that his dick quickly shrunk back down to normal size. He watched the unfolding scene with shock as he tried to wrap his head around the two separate halves of his live crashing together. He was still only loosely covered up and he wondered what his mom thought of this other woman coming in to change him like this. “I hope you don’t mind me changing Jack.” Melissa said as she gestured vaguely behind her, “We’re just getting ready for the prom tonight.” “Be my guest!” Sarah said with a beaming smile, “Don’t feel obligated though, I know what it is like changing these overgrown babies.” Jack didn’t like the women talking as if he couldn’t understand them and he wished one of them would just come over and finish the change. He resented the treatment but if he was going to be in a diaper he wanted it taped on as soon as possible so he could get dressed. “Oh, don’t worry about it.” Melissa replied with a chuckle, “I’ve had plenty of practice at home.” “OK, well, I’ll leave you two to it.” Sarah said with a warm smile, “I’ll give you my number in case he acts up and you want me to come get him.” “I’m not a baby…” Jack said sulkily. It was just loud enough for the two women to hear him and they both turned to see his cross face and the diaper he was holding to cover himself up. “Of course not, sweetie.” Jack’s mom said with a shake of the head and a chuckle. Jack reddened even more as he laid back down and waited for Melissa to return. Once Melissa had Jack’s mom’s phone number she closed the door and came back to the changing table, she had a huge grin on her face that she just couldn’t seem to wipe off. Jack was glad that Melissa didn’t say anything as she lowered the front of the diaper again. With the cleaning done she pulled the padding away and unfolded a new diaper to slip underneath him. The diaper was taped closed without any further titillation and Jack sighed from disappointment and frustration. “Now, let’s get you dressed properly.” Melissa said as she gave the diaper a couple of pats that forced the air out. Jack sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the changing table. He felt the diaper crinkle between his legs as he looked down at the bag Melissa was now opening. She was smiling as she pulled out something that shocked Jack a lot. “What do you think?” Melissa asked as she held up a coat hanger with clothing hanging from it. Jack had been expecting the worst. When Melissa said she had something for him to wear he had expected an embarrassing or revealing outfit, to his shock she was actually holding a perfectly normal suit. The shirt was white whilst the pants and jacket were black, it had a little bow tie as well which Jack thought looked a little strange but it was better than anything he could’ve expected. “I’ve got the whole evening planned.” Melissa said with a smile, “It’s going to be great.” Jack wasn’t sure what she meant but he had always assumed Melissa was going to plan everything. He hopped off the edge of the table and reached for the suit, unfortunately Melissa had other ideas and she moved the suit out of reach. Jack watched as his girlfriend unhooked the shirt and started putting it on him. Jack had to meekly stand by as he was dressed by Melissa. She wouldn’t let him help with anything and he felt like a toddler who hadn’t learnt how to dress himself properly. He was pleased with the results though and when he looked into the mirror he couldn’t help but smile, he actually felt like an adult now. “Very smart.” Melissa said as she walked up behind Jack and wrapped her arms around him, “It’s a rented suit so no leaks or anything, OK?” Jack nodded his head slowly. “Good.” Melissa let go and started picking her bag up again, “We should get going. Dad is waiting outside to drive us.” “You made him wait?” Jack asked as he thought about the poor man just sitting in his car. “Of course. He was happy to do it.” Melissa said with a wicked smile, “It gets him away from his domestic chores for a bit and I know he just hates doing those.” Jack could feel a lot of sympathy for Melissa’s father. He hated housework just as much even though he knew that his future would probably involve a lot of it. Jack followed Melissa out of the bedroom and walked down the stairs. Wearing this suit made him feel very grown up, it was a feeling he had long forgotten. He was so used to the rompers at school and the mostly nude time spent at home that having actual clothes on felt extremely weird. “We’re heading out now.” Melissa said as they reached the bottom of the stairs. Jack’s mother was standing in the hallway, it seemed like she had been waiting for them. “Oh my, don’t you look handsome!” Sarah gushed as she looked at her son, “My baby looks all grown up.” “I’m not a baby…” Jack muttered again but nobody was listening. “Hold on, before you go let me take a picture!” Sarah pulled her phone out of her pocket and started swiping on the screen. Melissa smiled and grabbed the hand of Jack who looked embarrassed to be in this situation. He wished he could just stay up in his room and ignore the world, he had little interest in the prom. He was interested in spending more time with Melissa though, she was dominating and almost aggressive but Jack found her very alluring. The picture was quickly taken and the phone was put away. Sarah hurried past the young couple and opened the front door for them. She smiled warmly as Melissa led the way out of the house. Jack could see a large car sitting at the end of the driveway, he didn’t know a great deal about vehicles but it looked like it might be expensive. It was black and in pristine condition, Jack didn’t have to guess who had probably spent hours washing and polishing every inch of the car. “Dad!” Melissa barked orders like a drill sergeant, “The door.” Jack saw the man in the front seat get startled. He hadn’t been paying attention but now he climbed out of the car and walked around to the rear seat. Jack saw that he was middle-aged but in good shape, he looked a little haggard and worried as if his small mistake might have big repercussions. He was dressed up just like a chauffeur and Jack could see that he felt embarrassed to be ordered around like this. The door was opened and Melissa slipped inside. She patted the seat next to her and Jack soon followed, he looked up at Melissa’s dad as he went by but the older man averted his eyes to look at the ground. “This is going to be a great night.” Melissa said happily as she clipped on her seatbelt. “What are we going to do?” Jack asked. He had never been to an event like this. “Dance, socialise and have fun!” Melissa replied easily. Jack felt Melissa pull him closer and she put her arm around his shoulders whilst resting her feet on the console between the two front seats. Jack saw Melissa’s dad step into the car and look at his daughter’s feet, it was clear that the feet being there bothered him but he didn’t say anything. He simply turned the engine on and begun to drive away from Jack’s house.

Chapter 28: My Last I.E.P. Meeting “Is everyone here?” “I think so.” “Then let’s begin with proper introductions.” “Hello I’m Tamara Bankhead, and I’m the Resource Compliance Specialist.” “Hi, I’m Chandra Skinner: Speech and Language Pathologist.” “Hello, I’m Maxine Winters: Physical Therapist.” “Hello, I’m Jasmine Sosa: Occupational Therapist.” “And I’m Clark Gibson: Pre-Kindergarten Teacher.” There was no friendly smile. No nervous chuckle. “Hello everyone.” The Amazon across the table made a point to turn her head and make contact with everyone sitting around the table; everybody except me. “I’m Martha Dunwhich; Emily’s mother.” An overlapping wave of “Hello” and “Nice to meet you” followed. Everybody is always friendly to the parent at an I.E.P. meeting, even when the parent has a stick up her you-know-where. Education is just as much a service industry as it is a profession, if not moreso. “We are gathered here today,” Bankhead all but read from a pre-approved script, “to review Emily’s academic and developmental goals for this calendar year and to ensure and clarify understanding among all members of her Individualized Education Plan Team.” Translation: “Emily’s mother is terrified that a Little will be educating her daughter and wants to be reassured that he knows what he’s doing and that there will be enough Amazons and even Tweeners so that Emily’s education won’t be ruined by a baby teaching her baby.” This kind of thing happened at least once at the beginning of every year. I knew it was going to happen, less than a week ago, when parents and students were allowed to walk campus and find their children’s classrooms. After ten years I’d gotten good at recognizing that politely outraged look in an Amazon’s eyes. To be fair, by the end of the year, if not sooner, this woman would see how good of a job I was doing, and be singing my praises by this time next year. To be fair, she was an Amazon and thus possessed of a nearly overpowering maternal instinct and was likely taught her entire life that the only school someone my size belonged in was a daycare. To be fair, Emily was her only child and according to her file and my experience over the last three days was nowhere near potty trained and lacked a whole bunch of basic pre-academic skills; and so her own guilt and anxiety was likely causing her to project a lot of things. But I didn’t feel like being fair just then. It was a crap day so far. I was going to have to pay a good chunk of change to get my washing machine fixed. I was on my last pair of clean and neatly pressed slacks and was going commando because said machine was on the fritz. My shaving razor was getting dull, so I’d had to practically scrape the stubble off my cheeks; my beard trimmer wasn’t much better. And to top everything off, I was missing my lunch again, so I was getting hungry. These things always seemed to be scheduled right when I was supposed to have lunch. So yeah, I was in no mood to be fair just then. Life wasn’t fair. So why should I have to be? My face was a placid mask of calm as I quietly thought bad things about Bankhead. Bankhead was a Resource Compliance Specialist: Essentially, a glorified secretary whose sole job was to keep minutes for and run these types of meetings, as well as make sure everyone else had their paperwork properly filled out. It was a thankless job, but she made more money than me, so she didn’t need thanks. “For this meeting-” “Excuse me,” Emily’s mother cut Bankhead off. “I don’t want to waste everyone’s time and would like to skip past the red tape. Can we please just get to discussing my concerns?” Bankhead stopped, and my coworkers and I exchanged quiet but anxious looks. I might be the only one standing on my chair, but we were all on our toes. Yup, this was going to be one of those mothers. Even the way Martha Dunwhich was dressed-high end navy blue skirt suit with bleached blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and sunglasses resting on her head- just screamed “I want to speak to your manager” levels of entitlement. Bankhead was shaken a bit. “Oh um...of course.” “I’m sure that Mr...Mr…” Mrs. Dunwhich paused as if looking for the right words. She looked at me. “What was your name again, honey?” I smiled back politely. “Gibson.” I said. “Clark Gibson.” Typical Amazon. Couldn’t even be bothered to remember my name ten seconds after I’d said it, never mind all of the times she’d already seen it in meeting invitations and classroom announcements. “While I’m sure that Clark is very good with children, I’m not sure if the classroom he’s in is the best possible setting for my daughter.” Wow. That was a new one. Not only could she not bring herself to call me by my last name, but she couldn’t even verbally confirm that it was my classroom; just the classroom that I happened to be in. Bankhead adjusted her glasses. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Dunwhich, but Oakshire Elementary has only the one Pre-Kindergarten classroom.” Bankhead was opening with the old ‘you-don’t-have-a-choice’ gambit. “Mr. Gibson is an exceptional teacher,” Miss Sosa, the O.T. chimed in. “He’s very good at implementing therapies into his everyday curriculum so that students make gains throughout the year.” Nods all around the table. Inwardly I smiled a bit. Acknowledgement felt good. Had I been a bit bigger, I might’ve sat down and leaned back in my chair a bit. “Plus, all of his students end up potty trained by the time they get to Kindergarten.” Thank you Mrs. Skinner. Not quite the endorsement I was hoping for, but I’d take it. “What are his qualifications?” Again, she was talking about me, but not to me. Typical. Times like this are always rough for me: Do I speak up for myself, thus asserting my professional authority, or do I rely on the so-called benevolence of Amazonian professionals to continue to speak for me? The women sitting around the table had done enough I’d decided. Time to sell her on my own merits. “I’ve got a bachelor’s degree in Elementary Education with up to date certification on Early Childhood education as well as ten years of experience teaching.” I was tempted to go into professional speak and add in more technical education terms than were necessary, but decided to go with my gut and speak plainly. “I’ve got former students walking all over campus and they’re all doing quite well.” Her nose wrinkled a bit in disgust. “And when were you potty trained?” Boom. Point Blank calling my adulthood into question. This was a trap. I knew it was a trap. It wasn’t Raine Forrest levels of obvious, but it was still pretty blatant. If I told her that I’d been potty trained at two, she might accuse me of having a superiority complex or being uppity. If I lied and said around three or four, that could be ammo, too. Emily wasn’t even in Pull-Ups yet. Even asking about that bit of information was calling my competence into question. I knew how to dodge this attack. “Like most skills, potty training is more about having it than when you got it.” The mother repeated the question. “When were you potty trained?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Oh, just like most people,” I told her, “it was so long ago that I don’t remember.” Slowly, decisively, the woman asked. “Then why are you pooping your pants?” “Excuse me?!” I felt my blood boiling. “Why are you pooping your pants?” She said it even slower that time. Everybody, myself included, scowled. Ms. Winters spoke up for me. “Ma’am, that is highly inappropriate!” “Check him,” the parent of my newest student said. “After three years of changing diapers, I’d know that smell anywhere. Check him.” The thing about skin is that it tends to tune things out. Unless things are too tight or too bulky we don’t tend to notice that we’re wearing clothes. Bugs can land on our arms and unless they skitter too much or sting or bite, we might not know that they’re there. Nobody feels how cold the water is once they’ve been in the pool long enough. And me? I didn’t realize that I’d shit myself until the first semi-solid clump started dripping down the near back of my inner left thigh. The world stopped. It froze. Sound didn’t register in my ears. Light and shapes and colors and the people in the room stopped registering my eyes. My jaw hung open stupidly and my eyes went wide and unblinking. My lungs didn’t contract as much as they shivered. And my heartbeat thundered through my entire body. I had shit my pants. In public. In front of no less than five Amazons, and I hadn’t even realized it was happening until just after. I was doomed. Doomed. No amount of quick thinking or careful word play or exploiting social moores or technicalities was going to save me. Bankhead was behind me. I only knew it was her by her voice and her absence from behind her laptop at the head of the table. “Excuse me, Mr. Gibson.” Two fingers hooked into the waistband of my pants. Not even with my belt cinching everything around my waist to the point of leaving marks would those two fingers be stopped. “No…” I whispered. Not like this. Not like this. “Let me just che-...” the Amazon stopped mid sentence. “Whoah!” I didn’t see the look on Bankhead’s face. But I did see the look of surprise in the various therapists eyes and the smug knowing look in Mrs. Dunwhich’s. I felt the cooling, greasy feel of brown stained shirttails being pulled out of my pants and streaking them against my backside. I felt more juicy, warm, disgusting shit streaking down my legs as my colon ejected a second shot into my slacks. Most of all, I felt the raging pain of a massive cramp welling up inside me like a balloon that was filling up far too fast. BLUUUUUUUUUUUUURT! My body was betraying me; verbally signalling to the entire room what it was doing. I opened my mouth to scream, nothing more than a pathetic, high pitched wail came out as the back of my pants became stained and my own feces started coating my legs. Overtaxed with shock and surprise, my bladder gave out too. If the smell and the sound didn’t give it away, the growing wet patch on my crotch sealed the deal. Amazonian hands scooped me up under the armpits and placed me on the meeting table. Just as quickly, all the others scooped up their papers and backed away from me as if I was a leper. I heard Bankhead say, “We can wipe down the table later. Easier than cleaning carpet.” “Why don’t we get him out of here?” Skinner asked. “Clean up the walkway instead?” I knew why. They didn’t want to chance for even an instant that I might escape. I could see it in their eyes. I was a Little who’d just had an accident. I needed to be punished. I needed to be diapered. I needed to be coddled and primped and conditioned. There was also a look of pity in their eyes. Pity. Sympathy. But not empathy. I wasn’t an adult any longer. Not to them. I wasn’t even a person. Just a doll. My knees buckled as my body let loose one last report. I bent over and buried my hands in my face, even as a putrid puddle formed beneath me; tears and pee and diarrhea all mixing together. Kill me. Kill me. I just wanted to die right then; but I lacked whatever manic and cruel cunning that some people become possessed of to self-harm. “I’m afraid we’re going to have to reschedule,” Sosa said. I could hear the door opening and footsteps getting farther away as people exited the meeting room. “Hello? Front office?” It was Bankhead on the phone. “We have an emergency! It’s Gibson! Get the nurse!” I just started wailing. No more words. Not just then. No more sight either. I closed my eyes and let my body be wracked with sobs. I don’t know how much time passed between that phone call, and when the door next opened. I don’t even remember if Bankhead stayed in the room with me or if she just leaned against the door in case I got any ideas of escape. Time had lost meaning for me. No more time. Out of time. Game over. Hope you had a nice life, Clark. Hoped all that flirting with disaster and high minded ideals of teaching Amazons a better way was worth it. Because it’s over now. I heard the slight squeal and whine of hinges in need of oiling as the door to the meeting room opened back up. I didn’t bother to unbury my face. Fuck the nurse. Fuck that bitch. I might’ve been crying just then but I wouldn’t let her see it. I’d stay in my tight little ball, lying in my pool of piss and shit and spit and tears. I’d make her pry me open from my little self created cocoon. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. Even if she spanked me I wouldn’t give in. I’d cry and scream, sure. But I’d be cursing with every breath as long as I was coherent enough to actually make words. I felt her hand on my back. It was gentler than I imagined it would be. She didn’t rip at my clothes. She didn’t try and manhandle me or pick me up just then. The nurse just rubbed my back as I shuddered. “Oh, Clark.” She sounded sad. Very sad. “I’m so sorry, baby.” She also didn’t sound anything like the school nurse. Snot dripping onto my mustache, I unburied my face, sat up on my knees, and looked over at my shoulder. “Beouf?” Even through her glasses I could see her eyes starting to shimmer. She was wearing rubber gloves and a matching apron. Slung over her shoulder was a plain khaki colored satchel bag. I could see the changing pad poking out of it. “Hey, hon.” Time stopped again. I started bawling again. I re-buried my face and was shrieking and crying and making so much noise; none of it actually words in any known language. Beouf, damn her, just stood there and gently patted me on the back. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Everything’s gonna be okay, sugar.” It wasn’t. Nothing was going to be okay ever again. I kept crying. I don’t know if her being there made things worse or whether I kept bawling in some sort of infantile attempt to delay the inevitable. Both maybe? “Clark?” she said. She was still rubbing my back. “Clark? Can you hear me?” I didn’t respond. But in all of my screaming and self-pity I had already exhausted myself. Beouf didn’t have to talk over me. She just had to wait me out. “I know you’re having a bad day, sweetie,” she said. “But Mrs. B. has to clean you up.” Fuck. She was referring to herself in the third person, now. Et-tu Beouf? I remained silent. “I’m gonna clean you up, okay?” I could feel her jostling my loafers off my heels. “Tracy!” I yelped. My shoes were off my feet. I heard the rustle of a garbage bag as they went in. “What about Tracy?” I got back on my knees as my socks were stripped off my feet. “I want Tracy!” I said. “Please! Let me talk to Tracy!” “Turn around, first.” For the second time that day, two Amazonian hands manhandled me. This time I was spun around and sat on my feet, just to the right of the murky puddle I’d been sitting in. “Now what about Tracy?” “Tracy,” I said. “I need to talk to Tracy. Now.” Beouf shook her head. “Sorry, Clark. Tracy’s busy right now. Maybe after school.” My hands shot down to block hers going for my belt buckle. I looked at her. That misty eyed sadness was gone. Beouf was all business now, and she was in the business of regressing Littles. “No,” I said. “Don’t. Please, Melony. Please. Just don’t.” I almost never called her by her first name. Foolishly, I thought it might strike a chord in her. “Do you want to take your pants off yourself?” Her voice was even and patient, and even a little less deep than how she normally talked. Like she was a calm and rational adult trying to calm a child. It had the opposite effect on me. “No!” I said. “No, I don’t!” “Then I’m going to have to take them off.” “No!” I repeated myself. “No! No! No!” I suppose I could have made a more articulate argument, but it’s very hard to be well spoken on the worst day of your life; especially when you feel that any argument you make will fall on deaf ears. I folded my hands over my belt buckle, imagining that it would make some kind of impenetrable shield; an unlockable gate. A lie, to be sure, but a lie that made me feel better. Lightning quick, Beouf’s hands went for my collar, ripping open and popping off the buttons of my good shirt. “NO!” I screamed. Reflexively my hands bolted upward in some vain attempt to slap at her wrists. I”d fallen for it. As soon as my hands were above my waist, Beouf lowered hers, unbuckled my belt and unceremoniously yanked my pants down to my ankles. “There,” she said. “Now step out.” I stood there gawking, using my hands to try and mask my manhood. My whole skin turned pink. Beouf wasted no time, forcing me to step out of my own pants. With rubber gloves on, she forced one foot out, then the other. I almost fell over trying to keep my balance. The pants, along with my wallet, phone, and keys inside them went into the thin clear garbage bag provided by the custodians. “You don’t need to be embarrassed, Clark,” she said. “You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” For those of you who are reading this in the comfort of your own homes; I know that there will be more than a fair share of armchair quarterbacks talking on MistuhGwiffin.web on what I could have or should have done. I should have played it safer. I should have fought harder. I should have kicked Beouf in the teeth. That I must be a Little Helper or have gone full native by this point and wanted to have my clothes and my very essence literally stripped away from me. To those brave Littles reading this, I say: Talk and action are two very different things. And it’s a lot harder kicking an Amazon in the face when you’ve shared coffee with that face for over a decade. That’s the thing they never tell you on MistuhGwiffin.web. It’s always some random Amazon that ends up diapering and adopting you. Never anyone you know. There’s no emotion besides terror in those encounters. Maybe that’s why so many Littles distance themselves from anyone but other Littles and maybe a few Tweeners. Because Beouf treating me this way hurt me more and felt like a greater betrayal than any of the other close calls I’ve ever had. It felt like there was a great weight on my face, like there were fish hooks tied to anvils at the corners of my mouth just dragging them down. “I guess you haven’t…” I relaxed my shoulders and forsook my modesty long enough to slip off the remnants of my shirt. There was a weight pulling down on that shirt too. A weight that was pulling down on all of me; on my everything. I knew in that moment that I would never smile again. My life would be one long, exhausted, empty frown. “Good boy.” She maneuvered the changing mat behind me and laid me down. “This will make it easier to clean you up.” I didn’t reply. There was nothing I could say. ‘Lawyer’, wouldn’t work. ‘Tracy’ wasn’t getting me what I wanted. What else was I supposed to say? ‘Union’? Beouf was my representative! She was the Union at Oakshire Elementary! She started at my legs and ankles. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Clark. You’re not in trouble, hon.” Had I the energy I would have rolled my eyes. Beouf was half right. I hadn’t done anything wrong. I was in the greatest trouble in my life. Beouf had just started wiping my cheeks when the door opened again. Mrs. Brollish came in. “I just heard,” she said. “How are we doing?” She definitely wasn’t talking to me. “Just cleaning him up.” My old mentor didn’t take her eyes off me. “Done in a couple minutes.” I saw Brollish sniff and make a face. Most of my leavings were still on the table. Good. At least it was making that old hag’s life a little less pleasant. “I’ll make sure to have the custodians clean this place as soon as you’re done.” “Yes ma’am,” Beouf dragged yet another wipe over me. “Thank you.” Brollish looked down at me. “Clark,” she said. “Mr. Gibson.” She at least had the decency to talk to me like an adult one last time. “Due to the evidence I see here before me and witness testimony from multiple members of our staff as well as a parent, I am invoking the maturity clause in your contract.” She turned toward the door and walked out. I shuddered, and not just because that was the exact moment when Beouf chose to scrub between my cheeks. Bitch didn’t even wait for me to have all the shit off of me before she fired me. I might’ve cried, just then, but I was too shellshocked to react much more strongly. Life wasn’t fair. What did I expect? The nurse was coming in just as Brollish was leaving, wheeling in something heavy on a dolley. It was something like a big glass tube that was almost as big as a Tweener and framed with steel. Near the top end was a latch and a panel with different knobs. The inside of the glass had wired bulbs, like heat lamps at a fast food joint all up and down it. All told, it looked like something of a cross between a bug zapper, a tanning bed, and a cheap air conditioner. And it looked vaguely, hauntingly familiar. “Still have it from last year,” the nurse said to no one in particular. “Lucky thing the high school hasn’t asked for it back.” My voice came surging back. “NOOOOOOO!” I started thrashing, even as Mrs. Beouf had my ankles in her hand. “NOOOOOOO! NO! NO! NO! NO! FUCK THAT! FUUUUUCK THAT! FUUUUUUUUCK!” I was twisting and clawing at the wood, my teeth gnashing and my mouth foaming as I tried to shake loose. I bent my knees and I kicked out. I would kick Melony Beouf’s teeth in and get away. I would run naked through the streets all the way back home and ride buck naked all the way to Misty Brook if it meant staying out of THAT hell hole contraption. What I got instead was another pair of Amazonian hands pinning me back down on my back. “Was it something I said?” the nurse asked. Neither of us answered her. Beouf finished wiping me down like I was a rowdy two-year-old, and I shouted with unfathomable rage? Beouf was hard to be angry at, deep down. Too much experiences, too much surprise, and shock. But I’d just been fired from a decade long career and this idiot was talking about me like I couldn’t understand basic speech. The school nurse kept holding me down, while Beouf went and retrieved the shiny silver shower cap and goggles dangling from the tube. My screaming somehow found a way to intensify. “Clark,” she said when I was finally out of breath. “Mrs. B. is going to put these on your head and over your eyes. You need to do your best to keep them on. Don’t struggle with them and don’t fidget. If you try and take them off, you could end up bald and with no eyebrows.” She shoved the cap over my hair, satisfied with her own explanation. My beautiful red hair, flecked with bits of gray and white. Soon it would be the only hair I had left. “Why?” I asked. “Why are you doing this to me? “Because this will make it easier to keep you clean and take care of you.” Instead of answering my question, Beouf just sidestepped and purposefully misunderstood my question. I didn’t care much about the reasoning behind zapping every hair I’d gotten post puberty, saving that it made it easier to pretend that I’d ever gone through it. Typical Amazon. The goggles came next. I was forced back up into a sitting position so they could be locked into place, and the world went as dark as my emotions in that moment. They weren’t goggles. They were a blindfold. Fitting. I was about to be executed. I’d like to think it was Beouf who picked me up and started to slide me down into that horrendous contraption. A final gentle mercy. The burning slap on my bottom as I tried to spread myself out and wedge myself from being shoved down makes me think it wasn’t. The inside was slick. I must’ve looked like some kind of slug sliding down a windshield as my head was pushed down. Going under for the final time. Drowning. Dying. “Wait! Wait! Wait!” I heard Beouf call out. “Clark! Stick out your left hand!” Whether or not I would have complied became moot. A hand plunged down and yanked it out for me. “Almost forgot the ring!” “Oh good catch!” I heard the nurse say, “That could have been dangerous!” My wedding ring. My symbol of commitment and devotion to my wife: Cassie. My partner. My equal opposite who balanced my ideals with her pragmatism. The only woman I had ever loved... With a quick twist, that symbol was taken from me, my hand shoved back down into the pit of despair with the rest of me, and the lid was closed. “Give me back my ring!” I cried out! As big as the contraption was compared to me, I could still barely stand in the innermost layer. I was practically forced into the fetal position. I jutted the flats of my palms upward, trying. “Give me back my ring! Please!” The lid wouldn’t budge. I was trapped. I didn’t care. “GIVE ME BACK MY RING!” I heard no reply, just the low buzzing of coils heating up. With the goggled blindfold on, it was dark and warm in this place, and getting warmer by the second. “GIVE ME BACK MY RING!” I needed that ring! I needed it. It was my connection to Cassie and so much more. The Little girl at the barbecue joint. The one screaming as she was being taken to the restroom to get her diaper changed. The one who’d been a wife and mother and screamed so. She hadn’t had a wedding ring either. Even through the black out tint of the goggles, I saw the light surrounding me; Felt the heat starting to envelop me. Inside the tube, the light was bright. Bright light. Like the light at the end of the tunnel. The light of death. “GIVE! ME! BACK! MY!” ******************************************************************************************** I woke up in a cold sweat, practically rolling out of bed, screaming my lungs out. “GIVE ME BACK MY RING! GIVE ME BACK MY RING!” Cassie was on her feet and running around the bed to meet me not three seconds later. We were both naked in the dark. She held me while I came down from my panic attack; while the world of that all too real nightmare faded back into my subconscious. “It’s okay,” she told me. “It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream. Whatever it is, it’s just a dream.” I didn’t dare speak above a whisper now that I was fully awake. “I know,” I told her. “I know.” I wouldn’t be going back to sleep that night. That was something else I knew. Walking over to the computer, I logged onto the school’s website and started filling out forms for time off and requesting a substitute. “What are you doing?” Cassie called over to me. “Calling out sick,” I said. “Taking some time off.” “It’s only the first week of school,” Cassie said. “Don’t care,” I hissed back, my voice barely audible over the hum of the computer. “I need it.” Cassie and I teased. Cassie and I fought. But when we could tell that one of us was at our wits end, we backed off each other. “How much time?” “About a month,” I said. “That’s how much time off I have stored up anyways.” “Why that long? What are you going to do?” I didn’t answer her until I’d finished clicking all the right links and making sure no one from school was going to come looking for me. “First?” I said. “We’re going to get out of Oakshire. I’m quitting my job. This will make them think that I’m not and get me a couple more paychecks.” “What then?” That’s what I loved most about Cassie. She wasn’t talking me out of this. She just wanted to know what I was thinking. “I think I’ll become a writer,” I told her. “Write on the go. Publish online.” “Oooooh,” Cassie said. “An artist and writer, team? I like. Maybe I could do illustrations.” I smiled at her and gave her a kiss right on the lips. “Maybe. But first I’ve got to write a novel. Memoirs. Non-fiction.” (The End) ************************************************************************************************ If only that had been the end. If only I had listened to Cassie; listened to my common sense. Seen the signs for what they were. That wasn’t the end. No. That was just a fleeting last minute fantasy that my brain concocted right as every skin cell in my body was lit on fire. My face, armpits, genitals, chest, all of it. Everything hurt. Everything. But the physical pain felt directly proportional to how much hair got zapped away down to the root. Pain. So much pain. The kind that makes you beg for death. The kind that stretches out and just as you think you’re developing something of a tolerance for, either it waxes or you wane. I don’t think I screamed. But not for lack of trying. A proper scream would have required the strength to draw air into my lungs. Any sweat or tears that may have resulted from the heat and the stress would have evaporated instantly. If I had had an open cut it would have been cauterized on the spot. It was as if every follicle, every cell in my skin was being stabbed to death by a thousand needles made of light. It wasn’t a quick death, either. I lost consciousness. That’s when I had that last fleeting glimpse of a future that might have been had I not been so stupid. I woke up on the floor. Tired. So tired. I was still naked. Beouf had moved the changing mat over to the floor. I couldn’t move. Everything hurt. So tired. So tired. She was rubbing ointment on my skin. My flesh looked raw; close to bleeding. I couldn’t feel it, but it looked ghastly. Almost like the model of a person where the muscles remain, but the epidermis has been peeled back. The goggles had been taken off me and I could feel the air conditioner blowing in my hair. Good. At least I still had hair somewhere. “Shhhhh,” my old mentor hushed and cooed at me while she coated my tummy. “The nanites in this lotion will help your skin feel better.” It was true. The balm had a cooling effect. It was like slipping into a nice cold tub of goo after a really nasty sunburn at the beach. I tried to open my mouth, but my throat was too dry to speak. She lathered it on my face. My nose. My ears. “You’ve been through a lot.” She kept going. My legs. My toes. The soles of my feet. “Mrs. B. is gonna take care of you, though. You can rest.” My pubic area. My penis. My testicles. My taint. “Go to sleep, baby. You’re safe.” The backs of my legs. My butt. My asshole. “We’ll talk after you wake up.” Before I closed my eyes, the last thing I saw was Beouf unfolding a fresh diaper. The last thing I felt was my rump hitting the soft padding.

I have some stomach issue and there has been quite a lot of times I didn't make it. TBH I rather have wet accidents instead of messy ones but I seem to have a iron bladder. ?

I see myself as incontinent although technically speaking I am not. I’ve been wearing diapers for as long as I can remember. Been wearing 24/7 for the last 24 years by now and I have been using catheters and stents for the last 15 years. I love to have no control over my wettings but if I take my stent out things will turn to normal within hours sometimes a couple of days. So I see myself as incontinent I live my life that way for it makes me feel complete and how it should be.

I used to wear the large (42” waist) but I started having some leakage issues, finally downsized to the medium and the fit is great and no leaks.

I am a fifty-five year old adult woman. I am bisexual and have known and been out to my parents and family since the age of twelve. I am also a diaper lover since the age of thirteen. My nephew came out to his parents (My Brother) at the age of thirteen. My nephew Jr. was going downhill at a very fast pace. His school grades were way below average and having a father that shunned him for being gay did not help the situation. The last straw for me was having my nephew live on the street. I legally adopted my nephew and cured the situation. Since he has been in my custody his grades went to straight A's and he has skipped a grade and graduated high school at the age of seventeen. He just celebrated his eighteeth birthday and also is a diaper lover since age fourteen. My question is "did I as a mother do the right thing by accepting him as gay and a diaper lover make him get his life on the right track" ? I have never shunned him or made him feel inadequate in any way shape or form. I raised him with love, honesty, integrity, pride and to strive in everything he puts his mind to. To me he is a perfect example of a young man. Respectful, caring, polite and loving. He has brought nothing but joy to my life and my wifes. He is college bound this spring and I wish him the best. Does anyone here as a parent feel that I have done right or wrong by him ?

Part 8 Final Part I was still only wearing the disposable and popper rubber pants that Dada Peak had put me in as I wondered down to the kitchen. As usual, Gwyneth was typing away at her laptop with a huge mug of coffee not far from her grasp. My bowl was set out with a choice of cereal boxes arranged for my selection. The biggest surprise was that I was dry, I hadn’t woken up dry for what seemed like ages but, well, wonders will never cease. “Morning sweetie,” She said with a smile in her voice but without really looking up from the screen, “What would you like for breakfast?” “Morning, er, it’s OK I’ll just have some of these,” I replied as I emptied some Crunchy Nuts into my animal bowl. “Did you have a good time at Pauly’s… I bet you had a great time…?” I swallowed a huge mouthful and made an enthusiastic “Mmmming” sound that I hoped indicated it had been fun. She looked up then and said “Well, you can tell me all about it and then I’ll tell you all my news.” She smiled and then added, as if it was an afterthought, “Oh… and we need to go into town today to see Mr Benson.” I nodded but wondered why we had to go and see the family lawyer but, as it would not really concern me (nothing to do with Mr Benson ever did), I assumed dad or mom must need some legal document or advice. * I was quite animated as I told Gwyneth about my day. About the fabulous home that was like an adventure playground. Every toy, every plushie, every, well everything a boy could possibly want, he had and we had a great time playing together. I had been a bit disappointed that there had been no ‘others’ there but because we had loads to play with, and Dada Peak was full of games and ideas, the lack of any more boys charging around wasn’t an issue. Out in the garden was a little pool that we played in for most of the hot afternoon, having fun using his WaterBlaster and Supersoaker guns to do just that… soak each other. We were running around in our diapers quite freely to begin with but by the end our thick diapers had proved themselves to be Superabsorbers and had swelled to such an extent that running became impossible. Lying next to each other Dada Peak changed us both and I couldn’t help seeing the little thing Pauly wore over his pee-pee (yes I’d started calling it that as well). Dada Peak saw me looking and said that it was just a little plastic protector to keep his boy safe but I could see there was a small lock keeping it in place. He even asked if I wanted to try one but I nervously shook my head and no more was said. Once we were all dry and dressed (my clothes had all got a real soaking so I was only wearing a thick diaper) we had a fantastic meal , which was more like a party, all his stuffed animals were sat at the table and we chatted with them as we ate everything that Dada Peak had prepared. After that we were too stuffed to run around so after a bit of TV, and as it was getting late, were both given a bottle and put into separate cribs. I thought I wasn’t tired so was provided with some toys but pretty soon I fell asleep and had that awful dream. * I was worried about telling Gwyneth anything regarding my nightmare in case she was angry with me for using her laptop without permission but I thought Dada Peak might say something so I’d better mention it. As I began to tell her she said that Dada Peak had said something about me crying in my sleep but hadn’t told her what had caused it. He didn’t know but I explained it the best I could and where I’d seen the images. After I’d told her everything she had a frown on her face and was shaking her head in disapproval. “Well, perhaps that will teach a little boy for snooping around in things he shouldn’t.” “I’m sorry,” I said in a quiet chastened voice. I couldn’t face her reprimand just then so I looked at my empty bowl and hoped she wouldn’t be too angry at me. “I suppose that’s taught you a lesson…” I just nodded still not daring to look up. “Perhaps you’ll talk to me first before you go exploring?” Again I just nodded and wriggled uncomfortably in my rapidly flooding diaper. “OK,” she said getting up from the table, “I suppose no harm is done just a bit of a fright but,” and she was being quite intense, “there are people out there who are not nice to little boys like you and we have to be aware of them.” My body trembled at the thought and I messed as well as wet myself. Just as she was about to launch into further warnings I think the smell hit her and she just grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. “C’mon you stinky little tyke, I think we’d better get you changed.” She didn’t seem so mad now so I eagerly ran (quickly waddled) up the bathroom, un-popped the rubber pants, slipped down the diaper and rushed into the shower. * Back in my room Gwyneth had all the things ready except this time it was a pair of briefs, long pants, and a shirt and tie all of which I hadn’t worn for what seemed like ages. “We’re going to see Mr Benson so I don’t think your cartoon t-shirt and shorts are appropriate,” she said matter-of-factly. My bottom lip quivered a little as I didn’t want to wear big boys clothes, I liked my stuff, I even suggested the shortalls as they were fairly grown-up but she wouldn’t have it. I pleaded with her to let me wear a diaper at least and after some thought she agreed. She powdered and slipped me into a disposable then pulled it tightly into place. I asked her if I could wear the pink plastic pants as they would go with the tie she’d picked out for me to wear. A smile spread across her face as she reluctantly agreed. Soon I was a big boy on the outside but nice and little on the inside where my slightly padded and crinkly bottom meant I was at my happiest. * As we drove into town Gwyneth told me all the latest news… the main fact being that mom had been offered a position at a University in Korea and, as dad looked like he’d be almost permanently working there, she accepted the job. This meant that, for the near future, and possibly years, they would be living over there. In the meantime, my sister had agreed to house me because our big family house was going to be put up for sale. I was shocked and wondered how all this could happen without any reference to me but then I wiggled about in my thick diaper and realized the reason why. So, this was why we were going to see Mr Benson, to sort out all the legalities of the sale in my parent’s absence. Although I was in shock I was also pleased that I was at least going to be able to stay with Gwyneth, the last few weeks had been the best and I loved being with her. The trouble now was that I never wanted to be a big boy again, even for a couple of hours it was a strain and for some strange reason I began to sniffle, which quite unexpectedly turned into a huge tearful outburst. I couldn’t explain to her why I was in such a state although I suspect she thought the idea of not living at home, surrounded by my things was proving to be too traumatic. I’d just about cried myself out when we arrived at Mr Benson’s office. He was a very officious man and reminded me so much of dad that he quiet scared me. “Good morning Gwyneth,” and shook her hand. “Morning Benjamin,” and shook mine. I was very apprehensive about meeting him as I felt way out of my depth to form any sort of conversation so I just nodded as he offered us both a seat. * Gwyneth and he talked about the sale of the house and agreed that all the furniture was to be put into storage until they returned home. There was quite a bit more legal chatter but I’d tuned out and was counting the diplomas on the wall and then the number of people in the photographs that surrounded us. I wasn’t listening and would much rather have been with Teddy enjoying a roll around the rug in my bedroom. That’s what I was thinking about when I suddenly realized I was being spoken to. “Benjamin. Benjamin.” Mr Benson was looking at me. “Sorry,” I said as I came out of my happy revelry to see a very serious face. “Benjamin, your mother and father had wanted to be here for this but, well, it seems that’s impossible now.” He waved a sheet of paper in my direction. “You have reached the age of eighteen and… you are now legally entitled to a trust fund that was set up by your grandfather when you were born.” He waited until this news sunk in but it didn’t. I had no idea about a trust fund, no one had ever spoken about it and, more to the point, never knew my grandfather as he died when I was just a few months old… so why would he leave me such a thing? I think he could see that this news had come out of the blue and no one had prepared me to receive such information. I looked at Gwyneth for guidance. “Sorry Benjy… er Benjamin I’d forgotten all about it until mom reminded me last night. Whilst you were asleep mom called and told me about the job, dad, house and… well… your trust fund.” I still didn’t grasp what was going on but I knew I was anxious because I felt a spurt of pee fill the front of my diaper. Mr Benson took up the story. “Your paternal grandfather put money into a trust fund for both you and your sister; Gwyneth received hers on her eighteenth so now you also get yours.” He smiled, which looked strange on such a serious face. “You are now, thanks to some clever investments that he also tied in with the fund, worth approximately one point one million,” I think he was expecting some kind of reaction and when one didn’t come he persisted with the news. “Which makes you a very rich teenager.” Both he and Gwyneth were all smiles but all I did was fill my diaper even more. I couldn’t control the flow and I was so glad I’d asked for my pink protecting plastic pants. I still wasn’t completely aware of what all this meant other than they both appeared very happy with the news. Mr Benson pushed some papers my way for me to sign and before too long, and after another shake of hands, we were out in the street and on our way home. * As we aimed for the car Gwyneth could tell from my walk that I was probably wet but, as she hadn’t brought her normal changing bag, told me I’d have to wait until we got home. I didn’t mind although it did feel funny having an expanded diaper under my smart trousers and I began to giggle at the sensation. Back in the car and sitting in a squishy diaper I had to ask. “What just happened?” I was trying to weigh things up but it wasn’t making any sense. “You have inherited a fortune.” She was being serious. “But… erm… I don’t know… erm… but why… I haven’t done anything?” I was unsure how to react and it still seemed stupid that I should suddenly have money. “Because little bro… thankfully… someone thought ahead.” “But I don’t want all that money. What would I do with it?” I mumbled to myself. “I’m not clever like you so, maybe, you should have it.” She could see I was in turmoil and smiled and patted my leg. “Don’t worry about it for the time being, we can sort it out later. The only thing you need to think about is… you can be little for as long as you like now.” Despite the fact that I was dressed in big boy clothes it hadn’t occurred to me that I wouldn’t be able to return to being little. In such a relatively short time I’d got so used to the way things were and that I regarded being little as… well… me. It was normal and dressed as I was now was the strange thing. I was desperate to get back home, get out of my long pants, shirt and tie and get changed. Maybe Gwyneth would let me wear that nice green and pink onesie with the rocket on the front. * Once home I was in a hurry to race upstairs and change but Gwyneth called me back and made me sit at the table as she wanted to discuss things with me whilst I was still a ‘big boy’. “Sweetie, I need you to concentrate just for a little while, OK?” Despite my soggy diaper reminding me what I’d done in Mr Benson’s office I nodded as I could see she was serious. “You now have lots of money. Money you can do anything with but perhaps, thinking ahead, you can leave where it is and take some income from it.” She looked to see if I was clear about what she was saying but all I could think about was getting an electric train set and some more toys. I wanted to have some of the things Pauly had… and he had loads of stuff. I knew a million was a lot but the number simply didn’t mean anything to me. Although Gwyneth wanted me to think about the future, all I wanted to do was play and live right now. In the end I think Gwyneth knew she was making very little sense to me as I kept asking if I could now get this or that or something else, which she said I could if I wanted. The previous ‘happy’ look on her face changed to one of concern. She looked into my eyes and asked in a low voice. “Oh baby, you might not want to be little for ever. You might meet someone…” She was having problems and I didn’t understand why. We were going to be living together; she would take care of me, she would use the money as she saw fit, she would keep me… “Sweetheart, things might change…” I wriggled uncomfortable now in my soaked diaper thinking I needed that changing. “I want you to be happy but there are so many things I can see that might get in the way.” “The movie is going ahead and they want me around to advise but, as production doesn’t start for a few of months…” She sighed deeply and then held out her hand. “But, for the time being at least, let’s get you cleaned up and changed.” We walked to the stairs. “My baby brother is all that matters for the moment and he needs a new outfit.” I scrambled the last few stairs and ran to my room. I picked out the onesie as I was pulling down my long pants and shucking off my tie. “My you are keen.” She un-popped my plastic pants and opened up my wet diaper. I giggled as I lay there naked. Seconds later I was lotioned, powdered, diapered and in my brand new onesie. We looked in the mirror. Gwyneth held my hand and I felt the years roll away. I was safe and happy and I loved the reflection of the little boy who was looking so cute. I looked up at her and said: “Thank You Mommy”. ********************************************* The End

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