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Another earlier post... I'm gonna try posting around lunchtime (EST) for the remaining few chapters too! Also I know today is Tuesday, not Wednesday, but I'm going on vacation tomorrow ?️ Chapter 7 — Silver Spoon “I’m sorry I had to do that,” the Amazon holding me at arm’s-length apologized, “but you’ve got to stop screaming if you want a chance to get away from here.” What was this guy up to? Owww… this expanded bulb is really hurting my jaw. I winced, slightly confused and more than slightly terrified. He could see that I was hurting. “If I remove that, promise me you’ll keep your voice down.” I nodded, eager to get it out. He brought me close to his chest and deflated the pacifier with a twist and a hiss of air. I quickly rubbed my jaw in relief. These damn things were so painful! “Who are you and what do you want?” I asked, perplexed, exasperated, exhausted… My feelings were so numerous and complex I couldn’t even put them into words. I stopped struggling for the time being. Might as well conserve my energy. He’s strong enough to overpower me no matter what I do anyway. “I’m here to save you and I want to get out of the state before the cops show up.” “Save me? And then kidnap me to Mexico to spew babies or test drugs for some cartel drug lord?” I shivered as I remembered the stories that one of the Littles had told me about her time in Mexico before she was rescued in a federal drug raid. “No, Isabelle. I’d never do that. I’m with the Railroad. And we’re going west, not south.” How did he know my name? The Railroad? They were working together? There were Amazons that weren’t totally baby-crazy? I guess it does make sense though… It’s not like Littles are allowed to drive around here. Another Little had told me about how he almost got to one of the Little Islands thanks to the Little Railroad. Unfortunately for him, his fake passport didn’t quite pass muster and he was detained at the port. Poor lad. But if this guy was with the railroad, then… he was one of the good guys? “He’s telling you the truth.” The Little reappeared beside us. My brain almost screamed for him to run while he could, but he clearly had no intention to do so. I was almost convinced, but I needed more assurance. “Where did he get all that high-tech military gear and training?” I questioned the Big. “I can’t tell you that.” “I’m not going anywhere with you until you do.” “Look, if you come with us I’ll tell you myself. I trust him with my life, and you should too,” my rescuer interceded. With a sigh, I conceded and let the Amazon put both of us into car seats in the back of his sedan. He closed the door, got back in the driver’s seat, and drove out into the street. “You owe me an explanation?” I turned and asked the Little. “You should know that the less we know about each other, the better. Never tell anyone who you are, where you came from, or where you’re going, unless they already know.” Seeing me nod, he continued, “As to where I got my equipment and training: I was a Hellcat. I love freedom, so I joined the Railroad.” “What’s a Hellcat?” I asked as we turned onto a main road. “No more questions. It won’t do either of us any good if I tell you more.” An hour later, the Amazon driver pulled off the highway we’d been driving on. As he got out of the car, I quickly undid the seat buckle, just to get some more practice at the complex task. The Little gave me a look of surprise at what I did. When the door beside me opened and the Big reached in to undo the buckle, he too sported a puzzled expression. “How did you do that?” He asked. “The buckle?” “Yeah, I’ve never met a Little who could undo it.” I snapped the straps closed again. “Push, twist, slide?” I demonstrated. The ex-Hellcat tried it, but his fingers slipped when he tried the twisting motion. “Interesting, we just have to push harder than you Littles can. That’ll come in handy for you if you ever need to escape in a jiffy, since these buckles are standard for every device intended to restrain Littles.” “Why are we stopping here in the middle of nowhere?” “To pass you on to another cell in the network who will get you where you need to go.” “Thanks for rescuing me.” I said to both of them as a strange, elongated vehicle pulled up behind their car. “Cheers,” the Big patted my shoulder as he picked me up, “this is what we do for our fellow human beings. Freedom is a right.” I was carried over to the strange vehicle whose falcon-wing door was open. He set me down on the carpeted floor inside. “Good luck,” the Big said. “Thanks,” I nodded and waved as he tapped the door twice, as if he was signalling the driver to get going. Right on cue, the door shut pneumatically and the vehicle started moving. It sounded like a Tesla from back home. There was no engine noise, only the crunch of the wheels on the gravel of the highway’s shoulder. A moment later, the interior lit up, and I gasped at my futuristic and luxurious surroundings. The entire body of the limousine was made of some sort of high-tech glass. What I’d thought were lights illuminating had actually been the glass-like material of the roof and upper half of the side walls becoming transparent. I’d seen electrochromic tech before on airliners, but seeing it in such a large contiguity blew my mind. Just then, I realized that there was nothing underneath the windshield, and I could see right out the front of the limo. It was driving itself autonomously! I watched for a moment as it accelerated to highway speed and turned my attention back to the interior furnishings. One long, white couch-bed stretched against one side of the spacious cabin from front to back, and curved there to form a loveseat against the back wall. The opposite wall had a strange looking cabinet recessed into it, with a variety of amenities behind transparent panels made of what looked like the same material as the limo body. I blushed when I saw that whoever had stocked the cabinet had graciously provided a stack of diapers for me. Just as I was wondering whether the limo had a TV screen, the entire side wall lit up. Wow, the glass was a screen too?? The logo of an AI reminiscent of a home or phone assistant back home sprung into animation with a bounce and a twirl. “Welcome, Isabelle, to the Luxuria Experience, I’m Luxuria,” it said in a voice that sounded perfectly human. The tone could only be described as… luxurious? “Umm… hi. How do you know who I am?” I responded, slightly startled. I could feel my diaper warming. “I have some basic information on you that I received when your journey was created. Speaking of which, I wasn’t able to detect your privacy settings, so I’d like to go over them with you, as mandated by the International Data Protection Laws. First, would you like me to collect anonymous analytics from our interactions to improve my intent-parsing quality?” “Um… no thanks?” “Okay, I won’t use any analytics. Would you like me to connect to the internet for neural recognition? I can also remain entirely offline if you’d prefer.” Damn, this dimension’s privacy laws were just as amazing as their tech. Years ahead of us. “Offline please?” “Excellent choice, my voice recognition software is still state-of-the-art.” “Finally, would you like to enable holographic mode? I’d recommend it for a better experience.” I thought about it for a second before replying. Holograms are cool. And harmless. Why not? “Sure,” I nodded. The limo body turned opaque again, and a bank of ‘lights’, which were really white pixels on the ceiling screen, lit up overhead. I watched with childlike fascination as the animated logo materialized out of the wallscreen and morphed into a humanoid-like body with flexible tubular arms that didn’t resemble anything I could think of. I couldn’t see where the projectors were, but it looked much more solid than I expected! When it reached out a hand, I shook it without thinking. Only after the act did I realize that I had just… touched light? “How is your projection solid? Isn’t it a hologram made of light?” “It is. The wave-particle duality of light allows photons in holograms to maintain a solid state under certain high-energy configurations, since photons are their own antiparticles,” it explained. “Interesting.” I didn’t know a lot of particle physics, but from what I did know, it was theoretically sound. We’d just never achieved a high enough energy density to do something like this on a scale larger than a few photons to reach any empirical confirmation. “My sensors predict that you’ll leak in about two minutes. Would you like a change?” I gave my padding a squish and disappointedly confirmed it. “I can do it myself,” I declined, not wanting a hologram to… change me. Luxuria nodded and grabbed a diaper, powder and some wipes for me, and I proceeded to untape my diaper and wipe myself down without bothering to remove my skirt. Halfway through, I looked up to the hologram’s eyes staring at me. “Umm… can you not?” “Sorry, but you do know that my projection is just that, right? The actual sensors and cameras are built into the vehicle’s interior.” The avatar picked up my dirty diaper and wipes. “Yeah whatever,” I mumbled, skipping the powder and taping on a new diaper. Absolutely no need to make this more awkward than it already is. My parents had once told me that I’d taped my own diapers on as a toddler. I had a vague memory of it, but it was far too long ago for me to actually remember how I did it back then. Instead, I based my taping on how the nannies had done it to me. It took a couple seconds of readjusting, but I got it done and ran a finger around the waistband to inspect my handiwork. Not bad for the first time in two decades, but it’s definitely nicer when someone does it for me… Luxuria turned back around as I stood up and cleaned my hands with an extra wipe. “You did okay. Try to tape it on tighter so it doesn’t fall off when you wet it. Do you want something to eat? It’s just about dinnertime,” the AI said, flashing the time in a floating holographic window and gesturing to the strange cabinet. Okay?! Did I just get roasted by a robot? No, an AI. Har har. My stomach growled, interrupting my sulky thoughts. I was used to having dinner at the orphanage at 7 pm every day, and it was just past that according to the holographic clock. “Fine,” I replied, “are we going to stop somewhere for food?” Luxuria laughed, “No need to stop. The AmeniTea here is state-of-the-art, it can cook up anything you’d like. Wouldn’t you rather get to your destination sooner?” AmeniTea? I was confused, but I jogged over and found some drinkware. It looked like I would have to go with a milk-jug-sized mug, or a sippy cup that was my size. I sighed in defeat and grabbed one of the latter. I’d been drinking out of baby bottles and sippy cups the past few weeks, but it had never been my choice. I managed to convince myself that I didn’t really have a choice here either. I brought it over to a drink dispenser situated just above the level of the top of my head. I didn’t see any buttons or labels, but there was clearly a faucet on it. Seeing my confusion, Luxuria helpfully offered, “It’s a smart appliance. What would you like to drink?” “What options are there?” “It can make any drink you want, so long as it’s non-alcoholic, as mandated by the government under section 1012E of title 441 of the Maturity Laws. The machine has miniaturized pods for several thousand different beverages. It unshrinks and dispenses every drink you can think of, and then some.” “Umm, I’ll have an apple juice?” I loved the apple juice they had here. Much richer in flavor then back home. “Okay, what temperature do you want it at?” Luxuria asked. “Uhh… I dunno, 50 degrees?” “Fahrenheit?” “Yeah, isn’t 50 celsius like, hot?” I questioned. Luxuria shrugged. “There’s people that like their juice hot. Put your sippy cup under the faucet.” I swear this AI is out to humiliate me. Ya just had to say the full baby term. I sighed, reached up — tipping my toes slightly — and did as it instructed. The second my hand left the cup, the room filled with the delightful aroma of apples and the cup filled with juice. I picked up the plastic vessel again, carefully, and took a sip. It was delicious! The aroma certainly helped, and I practically guzzled the rest of the cup. Luxuria refilled it for me, and turned the front and top half of the limo transparent so I could enjoy the splendid nature views as I drank. I watched as the sun set, directly ahead of us, into mountains that I could just barely make out in the distance. It was the first sunset I’d seen in this dimension, and I was stunned by its beauty. The sun was much bigger, yet of softer tones, than back home, and the vivid colors streaked across the sky like a masterful watercolor painting. The moment was made even sweeter by my impending freedom that I could almost taste. I took a deep breath to savor the tranquility of everything. I’d come a long way from the dirty floor of a shack in the middle of nowhere. No matter where life brings me from here, this moment will be one that I’ll cherish for years to come. =========================================================== If you enjoyed the latest chapter, like and comment please! By the way, I now have Discord (DP#4144). DM me for hugs! ?

A New Reality Asher kept tight control over his emotions as he entered his apartment lobby. He gave a wooden nod to the security guard and stalked towards the elevators. He pressed the call button and nervously tapped his shoe against the floor while he waited. Thankfully, no one else joined him and he was able to make it to his floor alone. As soon as the elevator opened, he broke into an awkward half jog towards his apartment. Wasting no time, he unlocked his door and dashed inside. There, he finally let himself go. A muffled sob tore from his mouth and tears filled his eyes as he staggered over to his bed. An hour earlier, Asher had finally heard back from an advertisement company he applied to. He didn’t have much hope of being accepted considering he was barely out of college, but to his surprise he got the position. Eager to celebrate, he decided to pay a visit to Liz, his girlfriend of two years. He’d entered her apartment quietly to surprise her, and heard rhythmic thumping and moaning sounds. He smiled and rolled his eyes. Liz always complained about how thin her walls were, but with his new job he could afford a nice place to live. Maybe then he’d finally be able to convince her to move in with him. He walked over to her bedroom door and grasped the handle. That’s when it all went to shit. He pulled open the door, looking forward to sweeping her off her feet for a late-night fancy dinner, only to freeze as he was engulfed with the thick stench of sex. Liz’s bed was a disaster, a tangle of limbs, pillows and sheets combined into a sweaty mess. The familiar moans and distinct mass of sandy blonde hair peeking out of the covers told Asher who was making the noises, but he had to be sure. “Liz?” The movement halted. After a moment, the blonde hair turned around to confirm his worst fears. It was Liz. “Asher? What are you doing here?” She asked. Asher had a million things he wanted to say––denials, accusations, questions––but he was stunned into silence at Liz’s tone. She was completely calm. She spoke as though she were asking about the weather. Asher spluttered for a moment, and Liz raised her eyebrow impatiently. “Well?” Asher’s mind sharpened, and he uttered two words. “Fuck. You.” Liz’s face filled with anger and she opened her mouth to respond, but Asher didn’t wait to hear it. He slammed the door and left her apartment without looking back. That’s how he found himself collapsed into his bed, body shaking with sobs as he cursed himself for a fool. He’d never been a very aggressive person, and the anger he felt when he saw Liz quickly faded away to be replaced with a deep despair. He didn’t know how long he laid there in an incoherent haze before a phone chime snapped him back to the present. He pulled out his phone and looked at the notification. It was from Liz. For a moment, he considered ignoring the text entirely, but there was still a part of him that hoped this was all a misunderstanding. That there was some sort of explanation. He opened up his phone and read her message. Come back here. Now. Asher’s vision turned red. She had the audacity to make demands of him? After what he had just seen? He angrily pulled up the keyboard and typed out a response. Don’t contact me ever again. We’re through. He forcefully hit send, then blocked her number and tossed his phone away. After a moment, his sadness returned and he collapsed back onto his pillow. His soft sobs lulled him to sleep. (-:-) Asher groggily awoke to sunlight. He groaned and rolled over. He was usually good about closing the shades. Why would he have forgotten last-? The memory of what happened hit him like a truck, and a fresh wave of tears sprung to his eyes. Liz had cheated on him. He had loved her with all his heart. He had wanted to move in with her, to spend the rest of his life by her side. But then she did this. It was the betrayal that hurt. If she wasn’t happy in their relationship, she should have told him. They could have worked it out. Every couple had problems, after all. But cheating was a problem that he couldn’t forgive. Asher gave a shaky sigh and raised his arm to wipe his eyes. As soon as he touched his face, he froze. Something didn’t feel right. His hand and his face both felt too smooth. He brushed away the rest of his tears and hurriedly sat up. Before he even opened his eyes, he realized his entire sense of balance was off. His upper body felt too heavy, and it was difficult for him to pull himself upright. As soon as he opened his eyes, he could see why, but he couldn’t believe it. He had been turned into a baby. Asher had never been a gym nut, but he tried to work out a couple times each week. He was proud of his muscle tone, and thought his fit look complimented his slightly angular jawline. Now every trace of his hard work was gone. His muscles had been replaced with crystal clear skin and layers of baby fat. He held his arms out in front of him. They were shorter than they should be, barely reaching past his waist when he stretched. His hands were pathetically weak, and it took an immense amount of effort for him to make a fist. Feeling sick, he averted his gaze but merely caught sight of the rest of his body. His stumpy legs splayed out in front of him in a bowlegged position. He couldn’t even tell where his ankles were, and his feet looked like they were swollen dumplings with little beans sticking out on top. His torso was no better. His pectoral muscles had vanished, replaced by small lumps of pudge. The small amount of chest hair he had was nowhere to be found, leaving him feeling completely exposed. And below his chest… He poked his protruding belly with pudgy little hands, horrified as his slight touch caused his stomach to jiggle. His skin was softer than he could ever remember it being, as if he had just gotten waxed and spent a day at the spa. Asher pinched himself, hoping that it was all just a dream. His body was more sensitive than he anticipated though, and he let out a soft yelp of pain. Immediately after hearing his voice, his eyes widened. “What the-” He clapped his hands over his mouth. Even his voice had been changed! It was high pitched, yet soft. He thought he even heard it tremble as he spoke, but that was probably because of stress and not inherent. He hoped. He shook himself out of his stupor. He had to get help! He reached out to grab his phone, but it wasn’t beside him. He looked to his nightside table, and once again froze in shock. He wasn’t in his room. He was in a nursery. Now that he was looking, he didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed as soon as he woke up. His view was obstructed by a ring of towering bars easily double his height, and he realized he was in a crib. There were no pillows, but there were a couple teddy bears nearly his size behind him. A mobile of cuddly farm creatures swayed silently above his head, occasionally catching the sunlight from the window and sparkling. The floor was covered in toys, from rattles and teething rings to blocks and toy trucks. He was filled with endless questions, but he forced himself to focus. He had to find a way out. The wall by his crib was bare, and the one across from it only had a bookshelf and what seemed to be a closet. The one to his left had a window, but it looked like he wasn’t on the ground floor of wherever he was. On the one to his right, there was a door. Bingo, Asher thought. He just needed a way to reach the handle. His eyes wandered, and he saw his answer. There was some sort of table near the door. If he could climb that, he could reach the handle and be home free! The table was designed strangely though. There were drawers underneath it, and the top seemed to have some sort of cusion. A narrow trash can sat nearby, and a shelf laid above it. It seemed to hold a few bottles of something, a package of what looked like wet wipes, and a huge stack of thick… white… garments… Suddenly terrified, Asher lifted up his belly to look at what laid beneath. His face sagged into a smile as he realized he wasn’t wearing a diaper, but the expression twisted on his face as he fully comprehended what he was looking at. His penis was tiny. Even with his reduced size, it was smaller than his pinky finger. It took him a moment to identify the slightly loose patch of skin beneath it as his ballsack, and even once he noticed it he couldn’t see a hint of his balls anywhere. A pained sob escaped his throat as he despondently touched his member. Why was this happening? “Oh, you’re a naughty thing! Babies aren’t supposed to touch themselves down there.” Asher snapped his head towards the doorway. In it stood a tall, dark-haired woman who stared at Asher like he was a tasty slab of beef. Her amber eyes glinted as she grinned, and Asher felt himself involuntarily snap his hands away from his privates. Asher was stunned for a moment, and raised his arm to his face as if expecting to find a trick wire. What just happened? He hadn’t consciously meant to obey her, but his body had started and finished moving before he could tell it to stop. The woman chuckled to herself while she waited for the new baby to get over his shock. She loved this part. Asher was hesitant, but the woman may be able to help him. Mentally cringing, he braced himself for his new high pitched voice and spoke. “Please, can you help me? When I woke-” The woman’s face darkened as soon as Asher spoke. She raised her hand, and the light seemed to twist above her palm into a pacifier. Asher paused speaking, mouth hanging open at the woman’s apparent use of magic. She seized the opportunity and sent the pacifier flying across the room into his mouth with a gesture. He gagged at the sudden intruder and tried to spit it out, but it was stuck. He pawed at his mouth with his clumsy hands to no avail as the woman moved closer. “Babies do not speak unless spoken to, and they must always address grown-ups by name. If I allow you to speak, you will call me Ms. Nelson.” Her tone was stern, but there was a spark of amusement in her eyes. She was clearly enjoying herself. Asher scrambled to his feet and tried to move as far away from Ms. Nelson as possible, but as soon as he took a step he tripped to the floor. He tried again, only to end with the same result. He looked at his limbs in horror. He had the motor skills of an infant! Desperately, he rolled on his stomach and crawled to the back of the crib. Ms. Nelson tittered mockingly at him and opened the bars. “You’re just looking to get punished, aren’t you? Well, soon enough.” She reached out and snagged Asher’s leg. He screamed into his pacifier and kicked with all his might, but she merely smirked and pulled him across the mattress. As soon as he was at the edge of the crib, she put her hands to the side of Asher’s shoulders and leaned down so they were face to face. Asher froze. He hadn’t realized just how small he had become until that moment. When Ms. Nelson leaned onto the mattress with a small amount of her weight, his entire body bounced up and down. Her head was the size of his torso, and she had been able to drag him around with no effort. She could squash me like a bug. The thought came unbidden to his mind, and his eyes misted with tears. He found himself unconsciously sucking on the pacifier in his mouth. Ms. Nelson hovered over him for a moment, enjoying his naked fear. She reached out to brush his cheek, and giggled as he shut his eyes tightly. Just like a little boy trying to hide from the boogeyman, she thought. He was even sucking on his pacifier like a baby without her prompting it. He would be well suited to his new role. “Before we do anything though, I need to dress you!” Ms. Nelson scooped Asher up in her arms. Asher tentatively opened his eyes and was horrified to see that they were heading towards the changing table, not the closet. He shook his head and gurgled protests, but if Ms. Nelson heard him she gave no sign of it. Softly humming, she plopped him down in the changing area and fastened the strap across his waist. Asher had no idea who Ms. Nelson was or why this was happening to him, and at that moment he didn’t care. All that mattered was avoiding the diaper that she was obviously planning to put him in. He wrapped his hands around the buckle on his waist and pushed with all his might, but he might as well have done nothing. The buckle refused to budge. Frantically switching strategies, he tried to wriggle under the strap. With his babyish strength and coordination, all he managed to do was flail his limbs. He didn’t move an inch. Ms. Nelson looked down at the squirming infant and pursed her lips. As much as she enjoyed watching his futile escape attempts, she didn’t want him to get comfortable with defiance. She gently reached out to rest her pointer finger on his forehead. “Slack.” A dazed look spread across Asher’s face as the word reverberated through his head, and he slumped limply against the changing table. A moment later his eyes cleared, but they quickly filled with panic. He couldn’t move! He pleadingly gazed at Ms. Nelson, much to her delight, but she pretended not to notice. “In truth, it was irresponsible of me to leave you with no protection. Babies have accidents all the time, and make no mistake, you are a baby.” While she talked, she slowly set containers of baby powder, lotion, and wipes near the tearful boy’s head. “But I couldn’t help myself. There’s something so beautiful about a baby’s first time. I wanted you to be awake for it.” She pulled out a final item, and Asher moaned. It was a diaper. He could see Elmo and Cookie Monster standing on both sides of the Pampers logo. And soon he would be wearing it. Ms. Nelson brought the garment close to his face and slowly unfurled it. Unable to move his neck, Asher had to watch as she rotated the diaper around to view from each angle. He stared in fascinated horror. In his last year of college, Asher’s marketing professor brought her one year old baby to class a few times. He remembered that when her child needed a change, he had been impressed by how thin the diapers were. They seemed so much smaller than what he had to wear as a kid, yet supposedly they had less leaks than ever before. Now, with one in front of him, Asher could firmly say it was a matter of perspective. The diaper looked enormous. It was as thick as his palm, and it was big enough to cover his chest and face with room to spare. Even if he had his adult coordination back, he didn’t know if he’d be able to move faster than a slow waddle with the diaper on. Oblivious to his thoughts, Ms. Nelson continued to fondle the padded garment. She sighed, an expression of relaxation on her face. “Ah, I love that crinkle. You babies are so lucky that you get to hear it all the time!” She was slightly disappointed to see that Asher was too enthralled with the diaper to comprehend what she was saying, but this part was just an appetizer. The main event was about to start. “Alright, let’s get going.” Ms. Nelson reached down and grabbed both of Asher’s ankles in one hand. Before he could process what was happening, she lifted his legs straight into the air and slipped the diaper beneath his bottom. She took a second to make sure it was positioned correctly, and then gently lowered his legs back onto the table. Asher gasped as he made contact with his new underwear. He felt like he was sitting on a pillow. No, a cloud. The padding was almost as soft as his skin, and it seemed to mold itself against his bottom perfectly. If he didn’t know what it was, he would have found it quite comfortable. As it was, he would have preferred to sit naked on concrete for an hour than spend another second in his current situation. While Asher processed the sensation of lying on a diaper, Ms. Nelson grabbed one of the bottles and squirted something on her hand. He was taken by surprise when she grabbed his ankles and lifted his legs into the air once again. He inhaled sharply as he felt a hand part his buttcheeks and spread a smooth substance across his bottom. Ms. Nelson didn’t bother explaining, but Asher soon realized it was baby lotion. Ms. Nelson smiled at his embarrassment as she firmly rubbed his bottom. “That’s right, we have to get the lotion everywhere. We can’t have you getting a rash once you make boom-booms and tinkles.” Asher’s cheeks burned red as he imagined being forced to actually use his diaper, and then he comprehended her first sentence. The lotion was going everywhere? As if she had heard his thoughts, she lowered his legs and squirted more baby lotion into her hand. He hurriedly closed his eyes and braced himself for what came next as she reached towards his frontside. As soon as her hand met his skin, his eyes shot open. He felt… Nothing. It was exactly the same as everywhere else. Ms. Nelson laughed at his stunned face. “Oh sweetie, you’re just a baby. Adult parts are called adult for a reason. Your teenie weenie can only do one thing, and that’s go pee-pee in your pants.” Asher’s face burned with humiliation at her words, but even if he had the ability to speak, what could he say? She was right. A beautiful woman had just caressed his penis with her slippery hand, and it had done nothing for him. He whimpered pitifully as Ms. Nelson lifted his bottom one more time to apply a dust of baby powder. She covered his front as well, and sprinkled a little bit over his torso so he would smell cute later. He sniffled loudly as the powder tickled his nose, and Ms. Nelson gave him a patronizing smile. “Don’t worry, we’re almost done.” Muffled noises came from Asher’s pacifier in a last ditch effort to plead for mercy. His breathing became ragged as Ms. Nelson deliberately grasped the front side of his diaper. She gave him a brief glance, his despair being met with her amusement, before she suddenly yanked the diaper through his legs. Asher stilled. The bulk between his legs was oppressive, impossible to ignore. His body moved around slightly while Ms. Nelson readjusted the diaper, and he could feel a slippery softness as his oiled and powdered skin rubbed against the padding. His eyes misted. This was really happening. Ms. Nelson taped each of the sides together and pressed her hand firmly against the waistband, making sure it was secure. She gave a final checkover, fluffing out the leg guards and checking that the back looked good, before she stepped back and nodded. “There we go! A fresh cushy diaper for a cute little baby.” As Asher laid there, unable to move and forced to wear a diaper for the first time in years, his emotions became too much. He scrunched his eyes up, and began to cry. Snot blew from his nose with each sob, and tears streamed down his cheeks. Ms. Nelson cooed at him and wiped away the wetness from his cheeks. “Sweetie, don’t be upset! You’re a baby. Everyone your age wears diapers, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Her words only made him cry harder, but she didn’t seem too worried. “I know what will cheer you up.” She tapped his forehead, and suddenly Asher felt strength flood back into his limbs. He could tell he still had the coordination of a baby, but it was infinitely better than before. Her hand trailed down his face to brush against his pacifier, and it seemed to become looser. He couldn’t spit it out, but at least he could breathe through his mouth. With a supreme effort of will, Asher gave a final sniffle and stopped his sobbing. He looked up at Ms. Nelson wearily. She looked expectantly at him, as though waiting for something. His face twisted. The idea of being forced to thank the woman who had done nothing but torture him was repulsive, especially since he was sure the pacifier would garble his words to sound more babyish than they already did. However, the memory of how helpless he had been as the giant woman easily manhandled his body was fresh in his mind. If he didn’t strive his best to please her, he could easily end up in an even worse situation. Almost gagging on his words, Asher opened his mouth. “T’ank yo-” As soon as he started to speak, Ms. Nelson swooped her head down and pressed her lips against his stomach. *PTHTHBBPT* Asher’s thank you turned into a shriek of laughter as he discovered that his new body was especially ticklish. Ms. Nelson’s raspberry caused his tummy to ripple, and she smiled as she felt the little boy squirm under her. His small hands pummeled against her head, but he had no strength. They felt like love taps and only served to amuse Ms. Nelson as she blew into Asher’s stomach. Finally, her breath ran out. Asher’s limbs collapsed limply against the table, and he panted heavily in place. It was over. But only for a moment. Suddenly, Ms. Nelson smiled into his stomach and took a deep breath. His body tensed, but before he could do anything she blew again. *PTH-THBBPT* She kept going for five minutes before finally relenting and standing up. Asher laid there in a daze. He knew he should be upset, furious at everything he had been put through, but at that moment it was difficult for him to remember why. His mind was clouded with a haze of endorphins, and as the adrenaline faded from his body all he could do was smile. He felt so… relaxed. Ms. Nelson looked at Asher’s face with amused satisfaction. As she watched, he twitched with a residual tickle and a giggle wheezed out of his mouth. His half-lidded eyes and unsteady smile made it clear that she could easily put him down for a nap if she wanted to. But she had other plans. “There’s my happy boy!” She picked Asher up and held him by her side. “You’ve finished laughing, so let’s get this back in place.” Her hand tapped his pacifier again, and he gagged as his lips tightened around it. He wouldn’t be talking anytime soon. Bopping his nose to get his attention, she pointed in front of them. To his surprise, he noticed a mirror. “Can you wave hello to the pretty baby?” Asher’s mind came back slightly as he saw his new face for the first time. His eyes widened. He looked adorable. Like the rest of his body, his face was chubby with baby fat. The pacifier barely managed to hide his lips, but there was nothing to cover his puffy cheeks, button nose, or wide blue eyes. His head was covered by wisps of bright blonde hair, slightly disheveled from all the thrashing from earlier. He looked barely a year old, if not younger. Numbly, he raised his hand and waved at the reflection, much to Ms. Nelson’s delight. “Oh, you are too cute! I need to get you some breakfast, but there’s a part of me that wants to just keep you here and play dress-up for the day.” Asher winced at the idea of him being manhandled like a doll into different outfits, but he knew that nothing he said would matter. Thankfully, Ms. Nelson seemed to discard the idea and moved towards the exit. “Let’s get some breakfast. Your Mommy can choose your outfit later.” Asher froze. Mommy? ----------------------------------------------------------------- New story! Just an idea I had floating around in my head. Full disclosure, I probably won't update this for a while. I just started a new job, and I go back to school soon. However, I wanted to put the first chapter out to see what people thought. As soon as I find time I will make sure to write more. It might just be in the Fall.

Chapter 12: Difficulties I lay there in bed, in desperate need to use the bathroom. ‘But she said...’ I mean I could just sneak to the bathroom... Would she be annoyed? Angry? Would she punish me? I needed to go badly. So I slowly made my way off the bed, trying to be as quiet as possible. I’d sneak out the door and down the hallway to the bathroom. Then get back as quickly as possible before she noticed. But as soon as I put my foot on the floor and I put my weight on it... I buckled, crashing to the floor and screaming in pain. As I rolled about on the floor next to Rose’s bed, crying and screaming, I could feel my bladder let go and flood the nappy I was wearing. But at this point, I didn’t care, I was in too much pain. “Ellie? Ellie are you okay?” Rose rushed in, putting the bowl she was carrying on her dresser and diving to the floor, grabbing me and holding me close. “Shhhhhhhh.” She rocked me gently, shushing, and I could feel a warmth pass over me, a gentle feeling that soothed and settled me. The pain was still there, but it wasn’t affecting me normally, like it was just a few seconds ago. Instead I felt... comforted. “Here, swallow this.” She said as she produced a small cough drop looking thing out of her pocket and popped it in my mouth. Instinctively I swallowed and within seconds the pain had disappeared. “You silly little thing. Come on, let’s get you back in bed.” Rose lifted me up, cradling me in her arms, and put me back onto the bed. Pulling the blankets up and tucking my lower half in, she kissed my forehead and went back over to the bowl she had left on the dresser. It was then that I realised I had stopped crying. I had no idea when, but the residual tears dropped onto my hands. “That drop won’t last long. Then the pain will be back, but in a much more manageable amount. So don’t think you’re fixed just yet!” she said calmly but sternly. “Huh?” I was a bit confused. “It’s a little thing I worked on. It takes the large amount of pain you have now and spreads it out gradually over time, making it much more manageable.” “How did you come up with that?” “I stubbed my toe once and it hurt like hell. Couldn’t stop the pain without too many complications, but I found out I could spread it out instead.” “That’s pretty clever.” “Thanks. Now sit back...” “Owwww!” the pain had returned, but like she said, it was much more manageable. Something I could deal with. “There it is. Now have this soup. It’ll help boost your recovery.” She handed me the tray and I smiled at her. “Do you need feeding? And how’s that nappy?” She put her hand under the duvet and checked the state of the protective undergarment I was wearing. My brain went into overload and my cheeks started burning. “N....no fank... no thank you! I’m okay!” “Okay then sweetie. But once you’ve finished I’m going to have to change you, okay? Oh and here is your bag.” She flicked her wrist and my bag appeared next to my bed. I smiled at her and turned to my case, reaching out to attempt to grab it. “Oww!” “Here pumpkin, let me.” “No! It’s okay! I’m okay!” “Shhh, please, let me help you. What was it from your case that you needed?” “Umm...” I blushed. She knelt down next to my bag and I felt helpless. I wanted her to stop, I didn’t want her searching through my things... but something about her felt like I could trust her with what was in there. It was silly and stupid and childish, and I wouldn’t want ANYONE to catch me with them, but I felt like I could trust her. “Oh!” she said, opening my bag. “Umm... yeah...” “So what’s their name?” She said, pulling out the pull-ups I had packed, putting them off to the side and pulling out my stuffed animal. ‘Do I tell her the truth? Do I... umm... NOELLE SAY SOMETHING!’ “Flopsy. Her name is Flopsy.” I mumbled. “Well Flopsy is adorable. Do you want her sweetie?” I nodded and smiled. ‘She isn’t judging me... is she? She seems genuinely happy and interested... what?’ She handed me Flopsy and I put her in bed next to me, taking extra care not to spill the bowl of soup on my lap. “That’s better. If I had known your friend was stuck in there, I would have gotten her out much sooner! I find stuffies very special in recovery...” ‘Was she teasing me or was she just playing? I couldn’t tell. She seemed really maternal for some reason, despite only being a couple of years older than me, which makes me think she’s just playing.’ Rose zipped my bag back up and stood it against the wall before walking back over to me and sitting down at the foot of the bed. “Go on then sweetie, eat it all up before it goes cold.” “Umm... why are you helping me so much? Why are you being so... I don’t know... why are you acting like my Mum?” “Oh! Sorry... I umm... I’ll leave you alone to eat. Sorry.” Her confidence had disappeared in an instant. I saw genuine hurt on her face as she quickly got up and left before I could say anything. ‘Did I say something wrong? Did I upset her?’ I no longer felt like eating, whilst feeling like I had done something wrong. So I pushed the soup to the end of the bed and curled up with my Flopsy in bed. I wanted to cry but I fought the tears and hugged her tighter. “Noelle? Did you not like it?” ‘Noelle? Where did the cute names go? Oh no. I fucked up already. Way to go.’ “Umm... did I say something wrong?” “What?” she asked. “You... you seemed upset and then left.” “Is... is that why you didn’t eat?” I nodded, tears forming in my eyes. That’s when she ran over and sat on the bed, pulling me in close and hugging me. She smelled like lavender and... baby powder? And for some reason I found that relaxing as I cried into her chest. “Sweetie, it’s okay. I... it’s complicated okay. I’m sorry if I went overboard with the care. I didn’t want to overstep any boundaries.” “Why... what do you mean?” “Shhhhh. It doesn’t matter. I’ll go make you another bowl of soup, okay? Don’t worry, I’m not upset with you. You did nothing wrong. Pinky promise.” “Pinky promise?” “Pinky promises are sacred in this house.” She winked at me. “....Okay.” I smiled through the tears and shook her little finger with mine. “Now you rest with Flopsy. I’ll be right back.” I still wasn’t sure what had happened. She said I did nothing wrong, but I still felt like she was hurting inside. What was the problem? I didn’t want to scare her away like I did everyone else. Something about her made me want to get closer to her, which I had never felt with anyone before. A few minutes later Rose returned with another bowl of soup. “This time I’m going to make sure you eat it, okay?” “What, you going to feed me?” “Only if you don’t feed yourself...” her eyebrow raised. For some reason I felt like she wasn’t joking. I took a spoonful into my mouth. “Oh wow! This is amazing!” “I’m glad you like it sweetie.” I felt at ease now the cute names had returned. Spoonful after spoonful, I hungrily went at the bowl of soup like I hadn’t eaten in days. “Be careful not to spill any on yourself, otherwise I’ll have to put a bi... I’ll have to clean up after you.” ‘There it is again! She’s holding herself back from something.’ “Rose...?” “Yes poppet?” “Why do you keep holding back?” “What do you mean?” “You keep wanting to do stuff or say stuff, then you hold back. Is it because of what I said?” “It’s difficult to explain Ellie. Maybe I’ll tell you soon. But for now, trust me, it’s not your fault.” “If you’re sure...” “I am. Now, how about we get you changed?” My spoon clinked on the empty bowl as I sat there in shock. “Umm... do we have to?” “Sorry sweetie, yes. Unless you want to get a rash?” I knew she had a point. And there was no way I had the strength in me to do it myself. Not like I even know how to put one on... pull-ups were simple, you just slip them up and voila! These had tapes and everything! “Fine.” I gave in. “Come on then.” She said as she took the tray away from me and put it on the dresser. Rose walked back over, pulling the duvet down, exposing my lower half that was thickly padded... and soggy. “Shuffle down a bit please sweetie.” I did as she asked. “Good girl.” ...And that’s when my whole body melted into a little pile of blushy goo. Not literally. Although I have seen that happen to a demon before. For some reason that phrase got to me. More than the cute names, more than the maternal treatment she was giving me... that phrase made me want to be good for her. No one had ever made me feel this way before! Part of me was scared of the power she seemingly had over me. As she untaped the nappy, pulling it out from under me and rolling it up, I hid my face behind my hands. ‘Just kill me now. You should have let the demon finish the job. I can’t let her change me like some baby!’ I parted my fingers to get a look at her face, to see her reaction, hoping that she wasn’t put off by having to do this disgusting job. But instead I was met with a smile and the familiar face of Flopsy. “Here, maybe she can distract you whilst I get this done. Don’t worry, it won’t take long.” I took my stuffie and hugged her tightly, trying to focus on her rather than the wipes being used... down there. Rose pulled out a new nappy, unfolding it and shaking it about a bit. “W... where did you get ones this big?” “Shush. We’re witches. We can get anything like this easily. Stop worrying.” “I guess...” She lifted my legs effortlessly, raising my bum off the mattress, and slipped the clean nappy underneath me. Instantly I felt the softness and the padding underneath me and it felt... ‘NO. Don’t even think it!’ She sprinkled some powder down there and I figured out that must be why she smelled like it, from changing me before. Which was an embarrassing thought by itself... “Nearly done sweetie. You okay?” “Uh.... uh huh...” “Good girl.” There it is again! My legs felt like jelly and my insides fluttered. “All done!” I hadn’t even realised she had taped it up and everything, I was too focused on being called a good girl to notice. “See, that wasn’t that difficult, was it?” “Umm... no. I guess... but are you sure you don’t mind?” “Shush sweetie. Of course I don’t mind. You need some extra love and care whilst you’re recovering.” She said as she took the used nappy in her hands and left the room. ‘...Love?' The day passed without event. I watched TV from the comfort of Rose’s bed. She would often come in to check on me, sometimes staying a while to keep me company. We talked about all kinds of things, like my living situation, my friends, my childhood, my powers, her cottage, the village. Honestly I think I actually enjoyed listening to her go on about herself more than I enjoyed talking about myself. I could easily spend the next two weeks listening to her talk about her life. Especially when she smiled whilst telling a cute story of something she did. She even had to change me again, and it felt less intimidating this time. Now though, it was late and I was getting tired. Rose was sat at the foot of the bed, smiling after telling me some story about her and her friend Lily. She yawned, and somehow even that was cute. “Look at the time! I better let you get some sleep.” “Umm... where have you been sleeping if I’m in your bed?” “On the sofa. Your friends let me take that and they all bunked in the guest room.” “Sorry.” “For what cupcake?” “For taking your bed.” “Oh shush. It’s the best bed in the house. You deserve it for sticking up for your friends against that demon.” “Speaking of that...” “Yes?” “How did you beat it so effortlessly?” “Through training, talent, and experience.” That’s when I finally got the courage to ask her the thing I had wanted to ask her all day. “Could... umm...” “Yes Ellie?” “If... if you don’t mind of course... but if when I’m healed... could... could you train me?” “You want me to be your tutor?” “Sorry. It’s a silly idea. You’re much too busy with the village and everything to take on a stupid pupil like me. Sorry. I won’t bring it up again.” She crawled over the bed and sat next to me, draping her arm over my shoulders and bringing me in for a hug. “I’d be happy to sweetie. But there will be rules, okay? And lots of chores. And it won’t be easy. But I promise I’ll take care of you and make you a better witch.” “Tha... thank you.” “Now get some sleep. We’ll get you started on chores in a few days, when you’re up and walking. Nothing too strenuous. Then when you’re feeling stronger, we’ll get started with your magic lessons.” “Chores?” “Discipline sweetie. You need it. You trust me right?” “... Yeah.” I dipped my head and smiled. “Good. But for now, you get snuggled up with Flopsy and get some sleep. Night night ba... Ellie. Sweet dreams.” “Nini...” I rolled over on to my side, snuggling my bunny as Rose left, turning off the light and closing the door. It took no time at all before I was fast asleep, dreaming of her and what the future held for us. ========================================================== I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next 4 chapters are available on my Patreon, which can be found here if you go for the second tier. You get two weeks early access to chapters of Witch in Training. The first tier is purely for supporting my writing. 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The story of Franz truly started 34 years ago. He was a different man. A boy really, just graduated high school. Brown hair and not a wrinkle on his face. Popular, athletic, talkative, and sociable. He was the typical beloved popular kid. Throughout his education and formative years, he was taught that Amazons were the greatest of all sapient life to have ever graced the dimension. After all, it had only been 20 years since they had discovered they were not alone. Many dimensions existed alongside their own. Teeming with life, teeming with littles. The lesser lifeforms as they were called. While not yet at the level where they could travel and bring others back, it was only a matter of time in the eyes of the Amazonian public. As they were just that great and capable. Franz bought it wholeheartedly. Clearly Amazons existed to be at the top. To run the show. To put the littles in their place and show them how to live. Amazons knew what was best and could do no wrong. It was around this time, when Franz had graduated, that the mainland went to war. The numerous islands that populate the vast oceans were to be brought under the far superior Amazon control. If mainland littles were lesser, inferior, and childlike versions of Amazons; then Island littles on the other hand… Island littles were no more than feral animals. They needed Amazon influence and assistance. It was the duty of the men and woman of the mainland to save these poor souls from themselves before it was too late. Amazons enlisted fast and far across the country. Proud to be able to intervene and help save those poor littles from themselves. Mainland littles also joined the effort; more than happy to enlist if it meant they were free from the threat of adoption. A practice that was on the rise. Franz of course, did his part. Proud to join in the effort. To bring peace and salvation to these animals. He was sent to the front lines. Providing long range support, sniping targets from afar. Over the months he would island hop with his unit as the Amazons made their way through little controlled territory. For Franz it was battlefield after battlefield. Trips back to Amazon controlled territory were few and far between but morale was high. The men and women serving were eager to perform. To be heroes. However, he would pick up things along the way. Despite being feral animals, these littles had weaponry of their own. They had tactics. They even seemed to have language, though he couldn’t understand it. This bothered Franz ever so slightly. But they were just copying what they saw the Amazons do. Obviously. So, Franz thought nothing more of it. He killed, killed, and kept killing. Small body after small body. Battlefields covered in reddish brown mud and empty shells. It isn’t for nothing. It isn’t. It isn’t, it isn’t. This is for the littles. They need to be shown the Amazon superiority. They need to accept help even if it means being forced to. This is for the good of all of us. Everyone. Justification after justification ran through his head. Anything to justify the carnage he witnessed and partook in from afar. One fateful day… Franz would get cut off from his team. While providing cover his team had to evacuate, leaving him behind in the trees. He would have to travel through the forest to get back to them. He travelled carefully. Through the quiet forest. With just the sound of the wind overhead. The animals long fled due to the near conflict. However, he wasn’t careful enough. A sole little burst from the trees behind him, making a mad dash for the Amazon with a knife in hand. Franz had become an excellent marksman with good reaction time. His practical experience the past few months forging the boy into a capable man. The little made it only a few steps before several bullets tore through his torso. The force knocked his small body back, and into the dirt. He gurgled and coughed, flecks of blood spraying forth onto the bright green grass. Franz levelled his gun at the male little. He looked him over, taking the man in. He was wearing simple clothing albeit somewhat singed. There were burns on the right half of his body that appeared to still be healing. The holes created by Franz oozed blood, the smell of iron mingling with the fresh forest air. There’s no sense in shooting him again. Soon he’ll succumb to these injuries. It would be a waste of valuable ammunition. Franz thought to himself. After checking the dying little’s body for other weaponry he lowered his gun and turned around, heading back in the direction his comrades had fled. “Bast…rd” A small voice speaking a slightly broken version of the Amazonian language rang out. Franz turned around in surprise and spied the little attempting to pull himself into a sitting position. Hatred welling up in his bloodshot eyes. “Giant bastards… illed family… Stol frends…” The little took several wet gasps of air. Painful wheezes echoed from his mouth. Blood pouring unfettered from the wounds in his torso, oozing from around the fingers that clutched the injury. He stared at the Amazon before him with intense pain, hatred, and sadness. Emotions beyond words. Transfixed, almost hypnotized by the man’s final moments, Franz watched. “Wy… Wht id… e……. do………….” Slowly the strength and fight seemed to exit the small, furious body. He dropped to his back, staring up at the tree canopy. He reached up. Towards the light filtering down from the treetops above. “Jauna…” A single tear rolled down the left side of his face. His arm collapsed over his stomach. The sound of his pained, labored breathing began to dwindle. Until only the sound of the trees swaying in the breeze overhead remained. Franz stood there and looked at the man. All this time he’d done this. So far away. So removed from the situation. Hundreds of lives. Lives that now, seemed so much more tangible and like his own. This wasn’t the death of a mindless animal. Shutting these thoughts out, he refused to confront the reality before him. He stumbled away and once more walked in the direction he had last seen his comrades go. Though slightly disoriented he was now lost. He saw smoke rising ahead, in the space between the tops of the trees. Thank god, it must be them. Franz began to jog towards the smoke. Everything would be okay. Just get back to everyone. Maybe he was just tired. Maybe this was all just some exhaustion illusion. Franz began to run towards the smoke. He broke through the thick tree line and immediately shouted out for his comrades. But no one replied. There was no one to reply. Franz stopped. The scent of burnt flesh sending him to a screeching halt. He fell to his knees and retched. Hands over his mouth in a feeble attempt to block the smell. The overpowering scent already ingraining itself into his memory. Unfortunately, he acclimated to the scent. And looked up at the burned out remains of a town. It was small, of course, because it was a town built for littles. By littles. Something that the island littles should have been incapable of. If what he’d been told was to be believed. A town very much like any other town you would see on the mainland, but smaller. He forced himself to his feet. Despite knowing deep down, he had to try. He had to find survivors. With vigor. With desperation. He walked up and down the streets. Calling out with a voice bordering lunacy. Footsteps large and small left trails throughout the town in a mad stampede. Men, women, the old, the young. He found them in the rubble. Some with bullet wounds, some without. But the number of bodies didn’t add up. A town this big should have had more people. It clicked. The broken words of the little flashed in his mind. Now clearer than ever before. Killed family. Stole friends. He clutched his head in his hands. Eyes wide and mouth agape in terror. This can’t be. This can’t be! THIS CAN’T BEEEE!!! It can’t! Franz put it together. How could he not when it stared him in the face so blatantly. The little’s town had been burned to the ground. Civilian littles were taken and those who resisted were killed. This town was the final nail in the coffin. Despite what he’d been told, island littles were clearly people. Smaller people, but still people. Amazons… Were the villains of this story. And Franz a useful fool happily doing his part. Why? Why? Why!? It is all a lie? What are we here for!? What is the point!? Why would Amazons- Why would we- WHY WOULD I DO THIIISSSSS??? The memory of the hundreds he’d killed to this point flashed through his mind and floored him like a punch to the gut. The rivers of blood he’d created all in the name of this critical misunderstanding and his blind faith. No, no no no! No! NO! What have I done? What have I done!? With my hands. With my fingers! With my guns! How many lives have I taken!?How much have I destroyed!? On his hands and knees he cried out. In misery. In torment. In anger. Franz was a ruined man. His belief in his country. His belief in his people. His belief in everything he had known. And his belief in himself. All shattered in an instant. His heart and mind went with his belief. The chaotic storm rolling through his mind subsided, a clear silence took hold. No more thoughts. No more guilt. Stretched to the very limit and broken, he was a new man. A colder, focused man. No… not a man. A weapon. He followed a road leading out of the town. Following muddy tire tracks back to Amazon encampments. ~~~ Franz opens his eyes, now awake. He turns over and looks at the clock on his bedside table. 6 in the morning, a new day. The aged Franz stands up, surveying the tidy but small bedroom. Part of an apartment above Solstice, the eatery he owns. A slight grimace twists his face, replacing the typical neutral expression. It is an expression full of regret and disgust. Can I ever atone? He moves to the living room and from there the kitchen, beginning to brew a cup of coffee by hand. While waiting for the water to boil he prepares toast and jam. The taste of the coffee and light breakfast brings a small smile to his face. The wounds inflicted by his dreams already dulling and fading. Afterwards he gets dressed. Trading his pajamas for his typical butler-esque working uniform. The Amazon opens the door to his apartment and heads out, down the staircase and into the back room of Solstice. With few hours till opening, he gets to work. From the kitchen he opens the door leading out to the alley. So that he may take trash to the dumpster. To the right of the door, he finds a little, wrapped in a blanket and asleep. Leaning against the brick wall. A girl in her early 20’s by the look of her face. “May I help you?” The girl jumps awake, fearfully. She looks up at Franz who is still half inside the restaurant. “D-Do you work at Solstice? I-I was told to ask for F-Franz.” “My apologies for frightening you, I am Franz. How may I help you miss?” “Aah thank goodness. And… Despite how I look, I’m a guy. My name is Martin…” Without missing a beat, Franz offers the little a hand, helping him to his feet. He ushers the little inside, taking a quick look around the alley before he enters as well. “My apologies sir, what brings you to my humble establishment?” “A mysterious little helped me escape from my… Mommy… And told me to come here.” “Witch?” “Sorry? I didn’t catch her name actually. I didn’t get a good look at her face, she was wearing a cloak if that helps.” So, it was her. Franz thinks back to yesterday. Amelia and Gale had visited early in the day. Witch had left in the middle of the night, gone into the city. They were desperate to find her and would start searching that morning. They told the man to keep his eyes peeled and let them know if she entered the eatery. The older Amazon wasn’t particularly worried. He could tell that Witch was capable of handling herself. But… He owed the woman an evening. Martin begins to speak again, breaking Franz from his thoughts. “Actually, I was also told to ask for someone named Gale? That little also said that Gale helps people like me and that maybe some of what was done to me can be reverted…?” Franz smiles warmly. “I believe that is the case. And you may be of quite some help yourself.” Franz pulls out his phone and begins dialing, this news requiring a phone call rather than a text. As he does so, Martin looks embarrassed as he asks the Amazon a question. “Is there a bathroom I can use to… Clean myself up in…?” Franz looks down at the feminine man, a saturated diaper sagging beneath the hem of his nightshirt despite his best attempts at pulling it down. The Amazon mentally scolds himself. “My apologies, of course. We have an employee bathroom you may use. Wipes and spare… Undergarments… Beneath the sink as well as a uniform closet with spare outfits for new employees. There is anti-tape glue solvent beneath the sink as well.” “T-Thank you so much!” Martin books it towards the bathroom, waddling as fast as he can. Franz waits on Gale to pick up, the phone ringing in his hand. Until finally the connection goes through. “What’s up Franz? You know it’s only 7 in the morning, right?” “And good morning to you Gale. I know how important sleep is to you, but there is news about Witch. You and Amelia are going to want to come over, breakfast will be waiting.” “Shit why didn’t you say so, we’re on the way. And don’t forget the sausage!” ~~~ - This isn’t what I wanted - Before I freed Martin, I had entered the room of his captor, Lenna. I didn’t want her waking up since Martin was sure to make noise when a stranger breaks in and declares their intent to free them. So, I threw her into a deep sleep so that I could deal with her after letting Martin go. But now that he’s gone, I’m not entirely sure what to do with her. She’s a bad person. Rebuilding her from the ground up wouldn’t be the worst thing. But I’m not them. I’m not going to make someone into something they’re not. And I won’t meddle with good people. Not anymore. They don’t deserve to have their lives interrupted by me. All this time it should’ve been clear, but I ignored it for my own whims and desires. I bring pain and misery to all around me. Alter her memories. Make her forget about Martin. Give her new memories, fuzzy memories. Memories of adopting me. It is done. The night is still young, plenty of time until she wakes up. I spend an hour exploring the house. Every nook and cranny. It’s a single story, 2-bedroom house with a single bathroom and kitchen. One of the bedrooms of course is obviously a nursery. Inside her bedroom closet I find a find a suitcase. Having probed her mind, I have a suspicion on the contents and its purpose, but I leave it. Hoping that she will behave. I dress myself in a similar fashion to Martin. Pink nightie and diaper, the whole shebang. The cloak, leather armor, and lengthy skirt that usually covers my body is absorbed into myself. I spend the remainder of the night in the nursery’s crib. Feigning sleep, waiting for the day to begin. Waiting for new experiences, new stimulation. - This is not what I wanted - “Good morning little one, how did mommy’s baby girl sleep?” I’m awoken by Lenna, roughly 8 in the morning by the look of the sunlight streaming through the blinds. I coo and giggle in response. Doing my best impression of a ‘proper little’. This seems to irritate the Amazon slightly. Thinking back to what Martin said, perhaps she only enjoys the domination. Her Amazonian parental instincts twisted and bent into an ugly thing. “Did a certain little lady leave an accident for me?” Still, she maintains a sickeningly sweet voice. She takes her hand and inserts a finger past the leg gatherers near my upper thigh. She tsks and withdraws her hand finding the diaper dry. I haven’t used the bathroom since before my body became the way it has. Since before the curse. Anything I eat or drink is converted into mana. She’s going to be awfully disappointed. It’s just as that thought passes my mind that she slaps me in the face. “Mommy expects her girl to wake up wet, otherwise mommy is going to be mad.” Physically the act did not hurt. However, it was mentally painful. - This is not what I wished for - The morning did not go much better or improve my worsening mood. While feeding me a disgusting mushy paste she purposefully missed my mouth and smeared food all over the bib around my neck. In her eyes that was worthy of punishment. For that perceived crime I was spanked and placed against the corner of a wall. Then after my time was done, I was picked up and held against her breast to feed. I had only seen a few cognizant, happy littles do this with their Amazons. But even I could feel the love and emotions that radiated off them. But with Lenna, the only feelings I could detect were thinly veiled contempt and joy at the thought of degrading me. As her cruel smile looked down upon my feeding form. The putrid milk spilling into my mouth. - This is not the caring or love I desired - Then it was playtime. I was sent back to the nursery. Ignored for hours. Playing with the mind-numbing toys that littered the floor. Hours later, perhaps remembering that I existed, Lenna returned. “It’s naptime little lady, don’t want a grumpy girl on our hands now do we? If you nap like a good girl then there will be a reward!” The nighttime diaper I still wore was removed and I was carried over to the changing table where a new, different albeit equally thick diaper was unfolded and wrapped around my bottom. She made no remark about me still being dry this time. I was deposited into the crib, bottle in tow. Not finding the girl’s milk palatable, I turned the contents of the bottle into vapor. Then remembering the exchange this morning, I used a water spell to soak the diaper. The moment the water hit the garment, there was an intense itch. As if a swarm of mosquitoes or fire ants had descended on my nether regions. Why would she buy these? How could she do this? To someone not even fighting back. - I hate this. I hate myself - Lenna would return after the completion of nap time. Again, she checked the diaper around my waist, and found it wet. The girl still appeared unhappy. Perhaps because I did too well a job hiding my discomfort. But still she spoke in that same sickeningly sweet manner. “Good girl, good girl! You napped very well and went wee wee for mommy! I think you deserve that reward.” After changing the terribly itchy diaper out for a normal nighttime diaper, she left me on the changing table. Wide smile on her face. For once the feeling reached her eyes. It was an unhinged look. She turned on her heel and exited the nursery. She returned with the suitcase. - I am anything - - But happy - She beat me. Savagely. Cruelly. Painfully. Excessively. Maliciously. Again, again, again and again and again. As if her life depended on it. Whips, paddles, gags, clamps, and ties. All crafted for pain. All from that damned suitcase. But it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t enough it was never enough. My lack of reaction to this point had driven her to this. Her need to derive emotional pain from her littles. It made her desperate to see me suffer. I did this. I winced. I gasped. I bled. But I didn’t cry out. And that pissed her off. Has anything changed for me? Ever? All this time. I’m still the same. The same foolish young girl getting used and abused. That’s where and how this all started. In that cave so long ago. And here I am now. Exactly where I belong. With exactly what I deserve. Always running from those who wish to get close to me. Whether it’s Lumina or the people I’ve met here. Hurting them. Ruining every opportunity of happiness, sabotaging myself at every turn. No matter how many wounds I take upon myself I can never atone for the countless sins I’ve accumulated. Can I? My thoughts go unanswered. My body is limp and battered against the changing table. Lenna is breathing heavily, worn out from the constant abuse and torment. One thing is certain. Lenna. Can’t be allowed to run free in this world. Someone capable of such vitriol and evil needs to be stopped. Will be stopped. I will. Kill her. ~~~ Franz arrived back at an Amazon base. Not the one he and his unit had been staying at, but a different one. They welcomed him back. He had been reported missing for several hours and they feared him dead… But were unnerved by him, they could tell he was off. His brown hair had turned white. His eyes were cold and lifeless. He lacked any noticeable expression on his face. Franz was allowed to walk around. He could tell things were different than the bases he had known. This wasn’t just a military base. This was a supplies base. Or more specifically. A supply export base. Little exports. Littles of all sorts. Men, women, young, old, from all over this island. Locked in cells and awaiting transport back to the mainland. Their foreign cries echoed throughout the cell blocks. But Franz felt nothing. Thought nothing. Not anymore. The higher ups were ecstatic. What Franz had gone through in the forest had broken him down fundamentally. He was only capable of obeying orders. And without any regard for himself or anything, without any thoughts in his head to get in the way, he could outperform anyone. He was now the perfect soldier. And he would make an excellent assassin. They disclosed to him the truth of the war. It wasn’t like Franz would do anything about it in his current state. Everything he’d been told was propaganda. All of it. The Island littles weren’t animals. They didn’t need Amazons. But… Amazons needed littles. With decreasing birthrates and the Amazonian drive to care for children, mainland little supplies couldn’t keep up with demand for ‘permanent children’. Even the morally questionable breeding facilities couldn’t build up enough stock. Selling the mainland Amazons on the war was easy. The politicians and war machine would profit from the new little imports. And the captured land could be annexed to the mainland and transformed into new tropical Amazonian land. The economy would thrive on all fronts. All the while the Amazon people would sit back and sleep soundly. Believing that they were helping those poor island littles. Franz followed all orders and throughout the remainder of the ‘war’ he assassinated countless littles. From close quarters to long range. He killed and killed. Till rivers ran red with the blood of his victims. Coating him from head to toe. Ultimately it was a breakthrough in the portal technology that ended the war against the island littles. After just 4 years. Who needs to waste money putting soldiers on the ground when you can just pay the power company a few extra dollars a month and keep a portal open from which you can grab an endless amount of littles. Officially for the Amazonian public, a treaty would be forged between the mainland and the island littles. Really, it was just a promise that island littles would be left to their own devices. And no, captured land and captured littles would not be returned. The end of the war brought no relief to Franz. An assassin’s work is never done. He was sent back to the islands, as if he hadn’t wrought enough havoc. Many little dissenters to the treaty were slain by his hand. He was sent through the portals. Abduction of guarded individuals, assassination of those who found out about the Amazons and their dimension. He did it all and without question. On his 30th birthday, he was allowed out. For the first time in a long time. Free to determine his own fate. He wasn’t needed anymore. Robots were in. People were out. He’d spent so long not as a man, but a tool of war. A blade to be pointed at enemies. Franz was left at his home, to waste away. Doing the bare minimum to keep himself alive. As last ordered. The LRS was an upcoming organization. Leadership knew of Franz and his inability to think for himself. The man had made quite the name for himself, and they knew they had to get to him before another organization did. He was recruited and given the resources to heal. With healing comes the pain of remembrance. The pain of becoming human again. Franz could finally think for himself once more. To him, the amount of blood on his hands could never be cleansed. He’d allowed all this to happen. So many littles doomed and damned. All by his hand. He could never hope to atone, but he vowed himself to the LRS. He moved to the island where it all started and opened a small diner where littles and LRS agents could convene with nothing to fear. Forever he would be haunted by his actions. Forever. Chapter 12: Atonement ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I finished this up a little early so decided to release it early to 'atone' for last week's split release. It's a bit on the longer side, but I just couldn't stop writing. I'm particularly happy about this chapter. Thanks to all those who continue to read this story and those who comment. I hope you all enjoy this latest chapter.

Thank you all for the support and thoughts! I'm really enjoying writing this, I probably won't keep up this pace but I already have the rest mapped out for the most part, so don't worry I will finish it. Se chapter 5 below. Still not proof reading lol. CHAPTER 5: CHECKING IN Karen’s black suburban made its way slowly along the extensive driveway leading up to the main cabin. Black Bear Resort and Lodge was a low-density compound across 100 acres on the Arcadian coastline. Each room was an individual cabin with its own entry and patio. The main lodge, along with the amenity center and pool were nestled at the back of the property along the vast shores of Bal Harbor. As they made their way toward the lodge to check in, Karly was excitedly pointing at wildlife, trees, plants and various features she recognized as they passed by… “Look mommy it’s a big tree!” Karly shouted in joy. “Yes honey that is a tree, what smart girl you are!” Candice praised the little girl, “Do you see the pretty bushes over there, what are the colorful leaves called darling?” “Those are flowers mommy! That’s silly” Karly said laughing at her mothers question. “Yes they are my smart girl” Candice said – she then turned to Kyle “Did you see the deer we just passed Kyle? Aren’t they pretty? Do you have a favorite animal cutie?” she asked excitedly. Kyle just looked away trying not to think about his current situation and escape the conversation. He didn’t want to engage with Candice at this moment, he was just focused on enduring the next 30 minutes with the least amount of embarrassment as possible, which at this point was going to be impossible. “Aww is someone being shy because they have stinky pants? It’s really alright cutie – we’re almost there and we’re going to get you all clean very soon okay. I promise it’s all going to be alright” Candice reached in the back seat rubbing Kyle’s leg trying to get him to make eye contact but he continued to look away. Karly looked over at her mother finally realizing the situation “Heehee he has poopy pants! I no poopy mommy!” She shouted proudly “Hey little miss don’t you be making Kyle feel bad, you’re his friend and friend’s support each other. Also didn’t I just change someone’s poopy diaper when we stopped at the gas station?” “I soowy mommy, I be nice” Karly shyly responded. “That’s my good girl and you know what I better check that diaper cuz you’ve had a lot of juice and I be you someone needs to be changed.” Candice chided She reached over attempting to inspect her child as Karly squirmed around in her chair. “Yep just as I expect Kyle’s not the only one in the car in need of fresh pampers. We’ve got two diapers that need to be changed!” Candice said cheerfully. Kyle couldn’t believe what was happening, this morning he woke up a 20 year old boy and somehow in less than 8 hours he had been reduced to a toddler. His train of thought was broken abruptly when his mother spoke up from the front seat. “Well, we’re about to pull up to the main cabin, so we’ll get checked in and get you both taken care of ASAP. Just sit tight, we’ll all be nice, comfy and settled in before you know it!” Karen said cheerfully as she continued to navigate the road. Kyle was dreading this moment; he’d realized the massively embarrassing predicament he was in immediately upon driving through the front gates 5 minutes prior. How was he going to avoid being seen or smelled for that matter? He only hoped that his mother, sister and Candice would be discreet about his current state and shield him from being exposed. The suburban pulled up to the grand lodge, it has a circle driveway that wrapped around a large bronze statue of a standing black bear which was holding up the pitched awning leading into the foyer. Kyle’s seat was on the right side of the car and unfortunately because of this – he was directly next to the valet as they approached the front entrance. He immediately panicked as he saw the young valet woman the began to approach the vehicle. He realized he still had the pacifier in his mouth and immediately removed it stashing it in the front pocket of his bib overalls. As they came to a slow stop the cute young woman who must of not been much older than Kyle was only 5 feet from the car and his heart was beating a million miles a minute. She gave them a big wave and said “Well hey y’all – did you have a nice trip!” as she approached the window of the front passenger seat. “Can I help you with your bags? Looks like you have your hands full with two littles one’s there in the back! My name is Darlene by the way!” she said in the most bubbly tone you could imagine. Candice replied with a big smile “Well that would just be awesome, these tykes have been cooped up in here for 6 hours and are starting to get cranky, best we get them settled in sooner than later – here we’ll pop the trunk! Thanks so much” “Awww I totally understand – I actually help out with crafts for the nursery children at Little Cubs” Darlene said. As she headed toward the trunk of the car, she stopped at the open back window and was eye level with Kyle sitting in his car seat as she said “Look at these cuties! You two are going to have so much fun at Black Bear, just wait!” As she stood there for a moment, she did a quick double take of Kyle noticing his larger size, it was then that she got a whiff of the stench coming from the car causing her to quickly scrunch her nose but then she quickly gathered herself defaulting to a smile saying “well it looks like you do have your hands FULL ladies! I’ll get these bags in the lobby for you, so you can sort out this kidos, I think someone might need a new diaper!” Darlene laughed kindly as she quickly scuttled to the back of the car to start unloading. Kyle’s face turned 8 shades of red and he attempted to sink as low into his seat as possible. Kayla saw his reaction and leaned over to whisper in his ear “Hey little buddy, you might want to just put in your paci to play the part, I think it might actually help you out in this situation” Kyle couldn’t tell if she was making fun or if she was serious but he just ignored her, crossing his arms and letting out an abrasive huff. He felt like he wanted to cry but he wouldn’t dare draw attention to himself in this moment. It was right then that Karen opened Kyle’s door “Well here we are, now let’s get you out of your seat right quick so we can move things along.” His mother said in the kindest comforting voice. “Now Kayla can you help me with this, he is a bit stuck in his seat, so if you can grab him gently from the back and help guide him off the seat so he doesn’t get all icky.” “Okay mom!” Kayla agreed. Kyle couldn’t believe they were making this a two-person job, he was just getting out of the chair her thought to himself. His mother unbuckled his straps, she took both his and as he began to scoot off his seat, he felt his sister come up beneath his arm pits supporting him off the seat as he gathered himself getting out of the car. “Wooweee someone is very ripe indeed! We need to get you all cleaned up ASAP little bro” Kayla said playfully Kyle just closed his eyes hoping this was some type of dream. As his feet finally hit the pavement, he was met with immediate relief to finally be out of the car. He leaned against the side of the car looking down trying to avoid the reality of everything going on around him. As he looked cautiously to the side, he saw Karly getting settled into her stroller by Candice and Darlene making funny faces for her as she continued to pack up the dolly with their luggage. Suddenly Kyle’s mom, who was donning his diaper bag and pulling her roller from behind, grabbed his hand hurriedly and started toward the main doors. He was immediately struck by the foreign feeling he had in his pants. His stride was off balance and his very full diaper forced a slight waddle as he did his best to keep up with his mother leading him into the main lodge. He maintained his strategy of looking at the floor – hoping that if he couldn’t see people, they wouldn’t be able to see him. He started to think about putting in his pacifier, at least with it in, he wouldn’t be forced to say anything to anyone if he was posed a question. It was too much to consider in the short walk and he decided against it. Before he knew it, there they all were, standing in line waiting for one couple to finish up checking in at the front desk. As the couple departed the woman at the front desk waived them over with a big smile “Welcome to Black Bear Connors Family!” she said cheerfully. “You’re just so amazing here, always remembering your guests names and faces!” Karen said excitedly as she approached, still grasping Kyle’s hand as she walked forward. “We do our best mam” the woman said with a smile. “Now I see here we have 5 guests, one Deluxe Family Cabin for Karen, Kayla and Kyle, then one Junior Family Cabin for Candice and little Karly is that right?” she asked assuredly “Well yep that sounds just right, is there any paperwork you need me to fill out before we get settled?” Karen asked presumptively “Yes – there is always that pesky paperwork, its just a handful of forms to fill out, one general and then another specific one for Kyle, if you do still intend to have him in Kids Club on select days, we already have the form Candice did for Karly” she said to confirm “We absolutely do intend to have him ATTEND, so let me go ahead and get that done right now.” She then turned to Kyle “Hey baby I need to do this real quick, so you go over and wait with your sister and Candice okay” she said to him with sincerity Kyle eager to escape the interaction with the front desk, quickly waddled over to Kayla and instinctively grabbed her hand. Kayla was surprised by this but didn’t say anything, smiling and putting her arm around her brother, sensing how scared he was in his vulnerable state. Karen vigorously started filling out the paperwork and chitchatting with the concierge. “Now are the rooms ready now – I know check in is at 4 and we’re about a half hour early” Karen said as she was moving the forms with pace. “Well let me make a call but I know the Deluxe Family Cabin vacated this morning, so they might not have it quite ready – unfortunately I can’t give keys until I get the final go from our maintenance manager.” She said earnestly. “I really appreciate that, we just would love to get in so we can freshen up from the car ride, the littles ones could definitely use fresh pampers” Karen said with a smile. The woman blushed slightly and nodded with a smile as she jumped on a quick call. The minutes felt like hours to Kyle as he rocked slightly back in forth, feeling his mess squelch between his legs and trying his best to ignore the smell that he knew was emanating from him. He just continued to squeeze Kayla’s hand hoping this would be over sooner than later. The concierge hung up the phone and returned to her conversation with Karen “So I just got off with maintenance and they did say it was going to be about 30 minutes until the rooms were ready, I hope that isn’t too much of an inconvenience. We’ll be happy to get you some complimentary beverages and some snacks in the lounge as you wait. Let’s just get your check in done and hand out your wristbands then we’ll get you all settled.” She said politely and kindly “Oh we totally understand and no problem at all, you did say 4 PM was check in! Not a problem, well looks like I got this all done, why don’t you take a peak and see if it’s all there” Karen replied respectively. “Alrighty just let me review this and then we can get everyone over here so I can put their wristbands on, don’t worry if they break we have more!” she said kindly and to the back to file the paperwork. Karen turned to her group with the news “Hey guys, so looks like we’re just a little bit early, but don’t worry we can hang out here and get some snacks – she says we should be in our rooms within 30 minutes or so.” Kyle’s heart dropped, how could this be the case – he’d endured that last 45 minutes with the anticipation that his issue would be addressed shortly and now he would have to wait another 30 minutes in a public place with a messy diaper on, this was a nightmare that just wouldn’t end. He quickly spoke up to voice his concern. “But mommmm – what about my you know what, I’m really uncomfortable and this is so embarrassing!” he pleaded with his mother. “Kyle you’re just going to have to wait patiently unless you want me to lay you down on the floor and change you out here in the open, we don’t have a lot of other options.” Karen responded sympathetically. Kyle was defeated and just looked down with slightly teary eyes. He just wanted this to be over already. “Okay Connors family come on over and I can get your wristbands for you.” the concierge called from the front desk. The all walked over and she said “alright now these are tricky, so I like to do them for the guests – how about we start with little Karly – can you just lift her up here and we’ll get it on her” the lady said. Candice reached down and unstrapped Karly from her stroller, hoisting her into her arms and plopping her bottom on the desk. Karly was beaming with a big smile at the little ride she had just gotten. “Alright little miss – guess what you get a special Rainbow bracelet! Isn’t that pretty” the lady said in a sing song voice. Karly smiled and let the woman put the wristband on her. The woman proceeded to call our Karen, Candice and Kayla who all received dark green wristbands – this gave them access to the bar, adults pool and late-night activities at the resort. Kyle was last to be called to the front desk. “Alright now we just need to do Kyle, can you come give me your wrist young man.” Kyle meekly approached the front desk presenting his wrist to the woman. “Now you’re extra special so you get two wrist bands, a blue one and a rainbow one! Isn’t that fun!” She said cheerfully. Kyle managed to fake a smile, looking at the woman in the eyes and asking “why do I get two wristbands?” “Well the blue one is to show everyone that you’re a big teenager, so you can still do the teenage activites, the rainbow one just lets the staff know that you need a little extra help sometimes, that is all sweetie – you’re gonna have such a ball this trip. I hope you’re excited!” She answered gleefully. Kyle blushed deeply and thanked her turning away back to his sister. As he was turning away the smell from Kyle wafted upwards and the woman caught his strong scent causing her to wrinkle her nose and stand slightly upwards. She then turned to Karen and said “You know Mrs. Connors, if you need to straighten out your littles ones here, I can have Darlene unlock the Children’s Center in the back right corner of the main lodge, there are several changing stations in there, the campers aren’t scheduled to be back from outdoor activity for another 45 minutes or so. It really would not be a problem and I think this young man might be overdue for a new diaper.” She said nodding to Kyle. “Oh that would be wonderful!” Candice, Karen and Kayla all said in unison – laughing hysterically at how they synchronized. “Alrighty well I’ll get Darlene on it right away” she said and then went to grab her radio. Not 15 seconds later Darlene came walking swiftly into main lodge. “Alrighty gang lets get these two kidos sorted out ASAP, you all follow me right this way!” she said cheerfully. “Hey mom” Kayla started “Is it okay if I stay here, I wouldn’t mind going over to the lounge and socializing a bit if that is okay” she asked politely. “Oh of course sweetheart, don’t worry I’ll take care of your brother, you go have fun but this means you owe me on the next smelly diaper” she said jokingly. Kayle laughed rolled her eyes and then skipped off to the lounge as Karen held Kyle’s hand following Darlene along with Candice and Karly toward the Children’s Center. Kyle followed tailed his mother at the back of the group with head down, still managing a forced waddle and dreading what awaited him ahead. This not what he imagined all when he embarked on this vacation. He just hoped as the woman said, that they’d have the room all to themselves, he couldn’t stomach being exposed to everyone like that. As they went out the back and start on the path toward the right wing of the huge main lodge – Kyle could make out a colorful sign hung out over two double doors that had a Baby Black Bear on it wearing a diaper, as they got closer he could make out the letters it reads “Little Cubs Den”… oh great is this where I’m spending my summer vacation? He thought to himself. Darlene quickly skipped ahead to unlock the door, as they approached, she held the door wide open for them and said “Welcome to Little Cubs Den! Now don’t get to excited you two – it isn’t playtime right now, but we’ve got plenty of time to have fun here over the next few weeks. Your mommy’s just need to get you fresh diapies real quick and this is the best place to do that!” She said gleefully. Candice pushed Karly through the threshold as Karen and Kyle followed behind her. Darlene took another glance at Kyle as he passed her with his head down, she was still a little confused with his circumstance and thought she recognized him from somewhere but couldn’t quite figure it out so just let the thought pass. She then entered behind them to quickly point them in the right direction. “Alrighty so over there in the back you’ll find the three changing stations – everything you need should be there. You may want to use the one in the little boys bathroom” as she looked aside to Karen who was holding Kyle’s hand. “Holler at me if you have any problems and just let the front desk know when you’re done so I can lock up! Enjoy your stay!” She said excitedly as she exited the room, letting the door shut behind her. As Kyle took a moment to finally look up and assess his surroundings, he found himself in what could only be described as a very large daycare center. It was forest themed, with colorful wildlife murals adorning, the soft matt flooring was various earth tones of dark green, light blue and beige. There were art projects posted to the windows and he could see rows of cubbies with various toys stowed away. As he followed his mother deeper into the room, he noticed a number of cribs lining the inner wall of the room and to his right he saw a playpen. He didn’t have time to see much else as his mother was hurrying toward the back where he saw two restrooms, and then two changing stations that were built into the wall next to them. Candice pushed Karly toward the area Kyle was looking at as Karen pulled him toward the boys restroom. Kyle was relieved to see that he was finally going to be granted some sort of privacy. As they entered, he noticed an extra-large changing station that was built into the left side of the restroom wall. It must have been 6 ft long and 3 ft wide. There were wipes, lotion, and powder stack with some diapers at the end of the table. Kyle couldn’t believe that he was about to be exposed to his mother on baby changing table in a daycare of all places! Karen bent down to look at Kyle in the eyes “Alright sweetie, you’ve been such a good boy for me today and I know this a lot for you to happen at once, don’t worry we’re going to check in on everything and go over stuff when we get to the room but right now – we need to get you in a new diaper, so you can you be a brave boy for me?” she said. Kyle blushed deeply and just nodded his head not wanting to continue the conversation in words or even put up a fuss, it didn’t see worth it. With that Karen suddenly unbuckled the straps of his Shortalls, letting them fall to the floor. She then grabbed him by his armpits and hoisted him into a firemans carry, laying him gently on the table. Kyle forgot how strong his mother was, he felt so small being lifted like that. She lifted up his shirt past his belly button to get it out of the way. Then she grabbed Kyle’s diaper bag that she’d set on the floor to grab another diaper. “Now just to keep consistent with the rules, were doing another diaper for the rest of the day” she said. Kyle just closed his eyes trying not to think about what was about to happen. “Okie dokie lets get you out of this stinky smelly diaper mr. poopy pants” she said as she undid the tapes of his extra full megamax. As the front of his diaper was let down, he was surprised by the strength of his own smell and couldn’t believe his mother was managing this. As she proceeded to lift his legs and remove the soiled diaper, he peaked one eye open to gauge how she was doing. He was surprised to see her smiling and methodically running through the motions. She took out several wipes to prepare for the extensive clean up. “Whoosh this is one stinky butt, alright this is gonna be cold cutie and but we gotta do it.” She then proceeded to clean him thoroughly, wiping in between ever crack and crevasse her knew he had around his crotch. After what felt like 5 minutes she was finally satisfied. “Okay well the tough part is all over Kyle, now we just gotta put a new one on you” she said cheerfully. She then proceeded to lift his legs and slide a new diaper under him. After which she swiftly dusted him with power and applied a little bit of rash cream before taping him securely in fresh new diaper. “All done!” she said clapping her hands “You were such a good boy for me” she praised him. Kyle’s eyes were still tightly shut as his mother sat him up off the table, letting his legs hang off the side. As he opened his eyes, he was surprised by how good he felt. His mother gave him a big hug. “Can you give mommy a kiss” she asked as she presented her cheek. Kyle embarrassingly complied and, in that moment, actually really appreciated his mother. Even though she was torturing him in so many ways with all this, he’d never felt so much love from her and never felt so cared before. It struck him how odd it was, that a fresh diaper could feel this amazing. She proceeded to guide the shortalls onto his legs and then had him hop off the table, pulling up his outfit at the same time. She quickly did up the straps and tucked in his shirt. Then gave him another hug and patted his diaper saying “I’m so excited to spend special time with you on this vacation, now lets go get our room keys so we can start having fun! Kyle blushed and gave his mom a smile. To Be Continued

When I started out at my job I never revealed that I did my own drawings and that I had been into photography as a hobby. I had done drawing in animation and cartooning back in high school. I was hired for a worldwide company as an accountant in 1995. I was there at a desk in an office alone working and of course I had my pullup on as a regular diaper lover would have. I was at my desk doodling on down time, and in comes my manager and the owner of the company, I had not a clue who this man was. My manager introduces me and the owner shook my hand and was staring at my doodling. I was bored and had been drawing some old cartoons I know. I always had a warped sense of humor and my exact drawing was Gumby and Pokey having sex. I was trying desperately to cover up the cartoon with my elbow,, but it was in color and was out in plain sight. I was a bit embarrassed as the owner picked up the pad and just burst out laughing like Santa yelling Ho Ho Ho !! He looked at me and asked if I had a portfolio of drawings and I loved to doodle and had my case with me. He was looking through my work and shook his head. My manager was standing in the background quiet and what looked to be a bit fearful. The owner took my hand and asked if I ever worked with animation. I told him honestly that I did draw for my high school paper back in 1981.. he asked me to come in the following morning bright and early at 4:30AM. The following morning he was waiting for me at the service door with a security guard Joe. We sat over a cup of coffee and he explained to me what was going on. He mentioned the cartoonist that did the ads you all see in newspapers was retiring and he wanted a fresh face, something totally new and he wanted to do this with me. I really had no idea that I would be in charge just a year later and that I would have my own crew of photographers and videographers to go out in the field and do runway shows and convert many of these dresses and gowns and fashion into animation. The company actually paid for my basic computer skills. I loved it and I realized I could still wear my diapers. Weird thought right. It was wonderful and I got to pick and choose my crew. The owner of the company is a great man and turned out to be a wonderful boss and friend. I was honored that he actually wanted me to do his wedding pictures a few years later. I'm sitting here crying thinking of the chance this man took on me and how life changed for me. Here I was with college degrees in accounting and business drawing on a computer screen with a mouse and making triple of what I started out as. I love my job, I love my crew, and they are like my second family. My first husband was so proud of me and I loved the support he gave me. Up to present day I still love my job and it has opened so many opportunities for me. I am still a very humbled Latina that grew up in The Bronx and never took anything for granted. I want to dedicate this to a loving face that I saw every morning Mr. Joseph. He was the security guard that opened the doors for me every morning for twenty two years and walked me to my office. He passed from the covid virus last year and I do miss his wonderful smile and sense of humor. I never asked about his personal life and he was always the perfect gentleman. Joe this shot of tequila is for you buddy !!! Many people will never understand my dedication to my job, but I was given a million dollar shot at a future. The owner took a chance on me and I am proud to serve a company with all my heart and energy. I think about it and I have six years to retire, What will retirement be like ?? And I still love my diapers and wear them faithfully. I also wish to thank @~Brian~ for giving me the chance to read this question..

Tell us something interesting about you! Me: I have worn diapers while talking to numerous celebrities, and at least one of them was wearing one too.

Could you say who it was Mikey? As for me, I guess something interesting is that I have made the 7-10 split in bowling out of a full rack of pins, leaving the other 8 standing. I didn't know that was even possible when I did it.

My Nana had meneire's, she'd get dizzy spells and have to lie down on the floor till it passed. Maybe you should take the drug and go for a lie down and sleep it off, that's what I'd do.

There are people who can't eat by mouth for various reasons and live on blended diets taken via feeding tubes. Many of them lead healthy, active lives. Blended food is still "actual food." Even if it is lacking in some nutrients (which would depend on what foods you choose to blend) a week wouldn't be long enough to cause any serious problems.

Chapter 10: She toddled beside the nurse, bowlegged, and hand in hand down the hallways. The time she tried to escape seemed like so long ago. But her plan was working, a little too well and they were eating right out of the palm of her hands. The wet pull up wasn’t uncomfortable per say, but she definitely didn’t want to stay in the padding because it left a sour smell in its wake. But Emma found herself not caring, not realizing how frequently the nurses were dragging her toward the pott- bathroom before she wet herself. Which most often did not happen. Her eyes wandered around, caught up with the artwork hanging on the wall from the older kids. They were near the classrooms. “Come on, sweetie!” the woman beckoned, dragging her along. “You can finger paint when we get back to the playroom but right now you are a very messy girl.” Messy she was indeed. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink, feeling a few more drops leak out into the already swollen padding around her waist. She wore no skirt, only a frilly t-shirt and hair was separated into two tight braids on the top of her head. It didn’t bother her as much as it should have but Emma reminded herself, it was all a part of the plan. And it was going swimmingly well. They turned a corner and the nurse pushed open the door, leading her toward the little training potties pushed against the wall. “N-nah,” she gnawed on her bottom lip and whimpered as the woman reached forward and pulled at the straps of the pull up. “How are you going to finish going potty if we don’t take off your pull up?” she cracked a smile, raising her hands in question. The woman made a good point. But Emma still wasn’t comfortable in the bare state. Maybe if Nurse Janie was here… she could help her go potty. “Myself!” she crossed her arms over her chest. “No help!” An unsure look fell over the nurse’s face and exclaimed, “Little girls need help on the potty! What if you fell in?” Of course she wouldn’t fall in! Emma knew that wasn’t possible but the woman had a completely serious look and that caused the girl to pause. She couldn’t…. Right? Her stomach gurgled, jolting her from her thoughts and Emma groaned, knowing she wouldn’t be able to prevent it from occurring. “Are you going to make a little present for me?” a thick dark brow rose high. “F-finger paint!” Emma sucked on the tip of her thumb, bending over slightly as her abdomen was hit with another paint. “That’s a present you can make for Nurse Janie and she’ll be very happy,” the nurse explained slowly. “Do you want to make me happy as well?” Emma found herself nodding, urgently. Happy nurses meant no punishment and more milkies. But only at night time now. They called it, weaning off the breast? Emma didn’t like it very much. The young girl froze still as fingers pinched the elastic bands, sliding the heavy, wet pullup down to her ankles and she collapsed on the plastic princess seat, knees pressed to her chest. “Now, does Emmy need a little encouragement to go poo or can she be a big girl?” “Big giwl!” ooOoo Emma didn’t even notice that it was everyday right after lunch she had to use the potty. Her tummy made all sorts of funny noises and she happily informed a grownup of her predicament. She became used to the personal attention just like her paci, which she usually only used for sleeping now. However, the lisp from the object was now a permanent factor, one she didn't even notice. Emma was just happy at how well she was still holding up. No one had discovered her con yet and perhaps in another life, she could’ve been an actress. Sometimes being here was even fun. Why not make the most of it? It’s not like they had actually turned her into a baby. She was an adult and always would be an adult and someday she would escape. That’s what she kept telling herself but it soon became a fleeting thought. Her eyes wandered over the bright colors on her messy hands. A large smock had been secured around her neck and sat comfortably in her new pull up in the little plastic red chair. Smeared on her cheek was a smudge of red and blue and she smiled bright, admiring her work. They were pretty butterflies. She was very proud. Emma had already given two other paintings to Nurse Janie and she said she hung them on her refrigerator at home. It made Emma very happy and she was an awfully smiley girl. But the happiness faded as quickly as it came. The paper was stolen right out from under her. A loud screech sounded from her tiny body. “G-gif i-back!” Emma turned to the right, trying to reach for the paper and a crinkle formed between her brows as her blue eyes glazed over. She anxiously sucked on her bottom lip, chest rising and falling at a rapid rate as they all laughed at her. She hated the laughter. And the pointing. But mostly the laughter. Vivi held the painting high above her head, the girl already towering over her as Emmy sobbed. A small part of her mind was aware of the fact that it was just a stupid art project that she shouldn’t be crying over. But another part of her found this to be the most horrible thing in the world to happen. “Mine!” she screeched, pushing herself up on wobbling legs. She wore a thicker pull up now with several soaker pads. Sometimes she wasn’t quick enough to the potty and she tended to go a lot. But that meant now it was even harder to walk. Emma took a step only to fall down and her pull up cushioned her landing. The laughter increased and a small circle formed around her at the art table. “Does the b-b-baby w-want her whittle art pwoject back?” the girl mocked her. “No’ baby!” she argued. “Gif back!” Of course that only made it worse. June had distanced herself from her, wanting to stay away from Vivi which left Emma alone. “Does baby Emmy need milky fwom Nurse Janie?” Her face heated up, angry that they were talking about the nurse like that. Emmy knew she was difficult, refusing to drink from the bottle, crying incessantly when separated from the woman but she was all she had left. Now they were trying to take her away. Emma knew the behavior wasn’t normal. She wasn’t a little baby but she just couldn’t help but react. She couldn’t stop the tears. Vivi liked to pick on her. No matter what she did, the girl had a vicious word to say or found some way to humiliate her. She was surrounded and there was no escape. “What the pictuwe supposed to be?” another girl snarked. “It wooks wike a big poop!” “Nah!” Emma was getting agitated very quickly. “Gif back! GIF back! GIF BACK!” The sound of the laughter was softened by the ringing in her ears as she felt an overload of tears and snot run from her nose. A piercing wail echoed throughout the room and it wasn’t soon before two grown ups ran over, separating her from the group. She was being bounced. In someone's arms. Normally, she would have protested the action but was a little preoccupied, screaming her lungs out. “Let's go find Nurse Janie, hmm?” the woman attempted to calm the storm. “I’m sure she would like to see your very pretty picture.” After that, ever so slowly, the sobbing turned to whimpers and through blurred vision saw that the nurse held the picture in her hand. She’d gotten it back. Emma laid her on her shoulder, tired out and didn’t even flinch at the feel of fingers being stuck down the front of the pull up. It was wet, in between her legs and the woman’s hip but she didn’t even blink. The nurse was probably used to it. “You’re not ready to be changed yet,” she decided. “But maybe after a little nap.” ooOoo The girl slept soundly, literally having cried herself to sleep, attached to Nurse Janie’s tit like it was the oxygen she needed to breathe. “She’s actually almost regressed.” Nurse Jill breathed. “I figured it would take longer than it did. Yet she still thinks she has us fooled.” “Do you think she’ll be ready for Adoption Day next week?” Janie trailed a finger down her puffed out cheek. The girl was adorable, suckling on her paci, believing it still to be the woman’s breast. “Most definitely. The more she fights against the haze, the further she succumbs. They never win. Emmy is just the latest example.” “Yes,” Janie let out a breathless laugh. “She has herself convinced that we can’t hear her when she whispers, ‘pretend, just pretend.’ I’ve never met a more stubborn little in my life. Even until the very end, she’ll fight.” ooOoo A shiver went down her spine as she wiggled around. The girl lay naked, chilly on the exam table. Words spoken between the grownups went in one ear and out the other and she just happily focused on the toys dangling in front of her face. Emmy didn’t like the doctors but Nurse Janie promised they could have some cuddle time before beddy-bye tonight if she was a good girl. So, Emmy was now determined to be the best even if it was a little uncomfy. “You’re being such a good girl!” The end of the sentence caught her attention and Emmy perked up, glancing at the doctor. A grin lit her face as drool dripped down her chin. “Do you want to continue to be a good girl?” Emmy glanced at Nurse Janie, who sat in the chair across the room. Her head nodded. “I’m going to need you to be my little helper and lay on your tummy. Can you do that?” she exclaimed excitedly, eyes wide. Emmy noticed an object in her hand but didn’t quite put it together. She had no arguments against her request and did as bid, focused on her one goal. Be a good girl. “Yes, just like that, good job, sweetie.” Her ignorance of the request did not last for long as she felt a large object enter inside. She tried to jerk away at whatever that thing was. Her chest rose and fell rapidly and the rubber bulb anxiously bobbed up and down in her mouth. Tiny whimpers echoed throughout the room. “We just need to make sure you don’t have any icky germs!” The doctor placed her hand on the small of her back, preventing her from moving away. A fat tear rolled down her cheek as she didn't understand what was going on. Emmy was not a fan of the unknown. However, as soon as the ordeal began, it ended. Three beeps were heard and the object was gone. Everything was normal. But Emmy still cried. “Oh, I’m right here Em, baby.” Nurse Janie was across the room at her side as quick as could be. The pad of her thumb swiped at a lone tear and the nurse took the pullup from the doctor, securing it around her, herself. She fussed, pulling and checking the straps making sure it was on comfortably. It was the only clothing she needed at the moment. “Why don’t you take her in your lap? It may be easier to finish the exam.” Doctor Madison knew they had gotten through the hard part and it should be smooth sailing from there on. “I’m pleased with the results so far. Physically, she’s gained a substantial, healthy amount of weight. She’s also got a normal temperature ” the doctor noted the roundness in her thighs, arms, and her little belly that had formed. “I also want to confirm the questionnaire you’ve filled out. She hasn’t had any arousal in the last several weeks since wearing the chastity belt, correct?” “Yes. The nurses and myself have been watching her very closely. She stopped trying to act like a big girl when the conditioning set in. Does this mean she’s ready to be adopted?” “First I’d like to ask her a few questions.” Doctor Madison flipped to a new page on the clipboard. All littles needed a clean bill of health, physically and mentally before they could formally be adopted. They could take no chances a little wasn’t completely regressed. “Em, can you look up at the nice doctor?” Nurse Janie asked the girl who had hidden her tear stained face in her shoulder. “She just wants to ask you some questions.” The girl looked up reluctantly with a newfound weariness. Her eyebrows furrowed together and whined again as the nurse wiggled the paci out from between her lips. “You’ll have your paci back after you talk to Doctor Madison. Do you understand?” The child was prepared to argue, to cry, but the no nonsense look in her eyes paused her planned reaction. She sulked, instead, reluctantly agreeing and focused her eyes on the tile ground. “Can I ask what your name is?” “Em-” she paused, thinking it over. The name she wanted to say, the name she insisted on was at the tip of her tongue. But it was not what came out. “Em...Emmy.” she blinked. “Emmy.” “Very good.” mumbled the doctor. “How old are you?” “Two!” She sat up a little straighter in the woman’s lap. Something wasn’t right but she didn’t know what. Nurse Janie gave her an encouraging smile and all her doubts were forgotten about. “Can you tell me what your favorite animal is?” Oh that was an easy one. “Buttafwy!” she let out a high pitched squeal. “What does a butterfly do?” Emmy was only too excited to demonstrate as she flapped her arms about, bouncing up and down. “Vey fwy an-and I make one for Nursie Janie in a- a pictuwe!” “Really?” the doctor was shocked. “Do you often make pictures for grown ups? Does Nurse Janie have a lot of pretty pictures?” Her head nodded quickly and messily like a bobble doll. “You aren’t a grown up are you, Emmy?” With her head cocked to the side, Emmy giggled like she had heard the most funny joke in the world. “I, a whittle giwl. Dat’s wha’ Nurse Janie and Nurse Jiwl says.” “Well, aren’t you the smartest girl in the world!” she bopped her nose. “I think you miss, Emmy are going to make a mommy or daddy very, very happy.” ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you to the few who reviewed, they really mean a lot to me (sorry I'm so bad with responding but everyone's reviews are greatly appreciated)! I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts because your opinions matter to me! To answer a review from before, Emmy was in the last story in the very last chapter at Jessy's birthday party. So you did briefly meet her. As for this story, it is coming to an end soon, probably the next chapter. I will say more about what I am writing after the next time I post. Also, sorry for so long between posting. I was on vacation for the past few weeks and am finally home! I should update again soon and again, would love to hear everyones thoughts!

Do you mean exclusively eating only baby food? There is far more to consider here, than how it will change your bowel movements. Adults need different nutrients than a baby does. I know this site doesn't want members to fetish shame one another. But when something that could be dangerous is mentioned in post, I think we have a duty to point that out. Please don't give up adult food in favour of baby food. Occassional snacks might be fun, but full on changing to baby food could cause you harm.

Chapter 5: Display Lyn stood patiently in line with her sisters. Skyler stood at the front, towering over the Littles and absentmindedly wringing her hands together. In a few minutes, her several month project would finally bear fruit. The future of her career depended on how the show went. Skyler shot a look behind her, and the line of Littles stiffened to attention. Lyn suppressed a wince as her movement caused a cramp in her bowels. Part of Lyn wondered why they weren’t being allowed to mess themselves. Amazons loved to see Littles look as helpless as possible, and few things were more pathetic than a Little in a poopy diaper. She had kept silent though. Not just because she knew that any question would end in punishment, but also because she simply had no time to ever ask. Skyler had worked them to the bone that afternoon, with any mistake or disobedience carrying an extremely harsh punishment. They were all exhausted, and without the short nap time before the show, Lyn didn’t think any of them would be able to stand. Still, there’s no question of who got the worst of it, Lyn thought as she looked up at Hailey sympathetically. The yellow ballerina had already been handling the butt plugs the worst out of any of them, and that was before she had been forced to wear another Little boy’s dirty diaper for all of practice. Her eyes were still puffy even an hour after being changed back into her wet diaper from earlier. A voice rang out from the end of the hallway, and Skyler snapped her head around. It looked like the act in front of them was finishing up. “That concludes Smith’s Stupendous Sissies! The losers of today’s challenges will be auctioned off to the highest bidders, but not before they undergo surgery to make sure the only way they’re able to feel pleasure is from their back entrance, if you catch my meaning. The winners will be taken to the Exhibition Hall after the show, where their cages will be removed for their first release in, well, a very long time. Of course, they will then be auctioned off the same as the rest, so they’d better hope their new owners don’t decide to lock them up again just for fun!” A rumble of laughter accompanied the last statement, and Lyn winced. Thankfully, she wouldn’t be forced to compete in challenges against her siblings, but even picturing how many Amazons must be on the other side of the door filled her with dread. After a brief pause, the announcer continued. “Up next we have Skyler West’s Rainbow Ballerinas! They’ve been practicing hard for over a year, and are eager to show what they’ve learned in a dance. Your guide books contain more information about their act should any of you be curious. Please, give them a warm welcome!” Lyn had no time to process what he said as Sklyer moved to the side and ushered them forward. “Come now, hurry! Your places are marked on the stage. Remember what we’ve practiced and I’m sure you’ll do great. Make sure not to fall!” Lyn paled. She hated to admit it, but she wished that Skyler would come out with them. The idea of facing down a horde of Amazons on her own was downright terrifying, and she wasn’t the only one to think so. The first Little in line hesitated, and Sklyer’s face hardened. “Now!” The memory of the several punishments from earlier in the day was fresh in their minds, and her shout did the trick. In a flash, the line of ballerinas passed through the door, their sodden diapers bouncing behind them. Lyn was last in line and was moving so fast that she almost crashed into the Little, Grace, in front of her. She pulled herself to a stop and glared at Grace, but her ire vanished as she took in the view. They were on stage. Bright lights beamed down from the ceiling. A large screen hung above them, broadcasting their figures in crystal clear detail. The platform was Amazon sized, and Lyn already felt dwarfed before she looked out to see the crowd. She was surrounded by a sea of Amazon faces. Hundreds, thousands of them. Men and women, young and old, ugly and beautiful. Some sat at tables. Some stood with drinks in their hands. Some stared down from balcony seating. Each of them seemed to be looking straight at her with hunger in their gaze. The door slammed shut behind her. Lyn blinked. Everyone except for her and Grace were in their spots. She shook herself out of her stupor and steeled her nerves. She had to do this. Lyn touched Grace’s arm gently, and the girl seemed to awaken from her trance. She looked hesitantly back at Lyn, who gestured to their spots. Grace breathed, and then moved forward. Lyn followed closely behind. As soon as they took their place, the lights dimmed. For a moment, all was silent. Then the first note rang out. The song was The Seven Peaks, a piece inspired by a famous mountain range. It started slowly, building up towards a crescendoing “peak” before cascading back down. It then repeated seven times, once for each mountain, though each repetition was slightly different from the last. The accompanying dance mirrored the song in structure. They would perform a series of lithe and graceful movements leading up to each “peak” of the song, at which point one Little would do an airborne pirouette at center stage. As soon as Lyn started to move, she realized why Skyler had kept them in butt plugs. Every stretch sent a fresh wave of pain through her stomach as her bowels begged for release. Her sisters’ tight faces indicated they shared her pain. The watching Amazons had obviously been informed of their plight and would take great pleasure in watching them squirm. Lyn forced herself to relax and the pain eased. Her swollen diaper sagged around her waist, following her around the stage as she tried to ignore the audience gushing at her antics. Everything seemed to be going well. Lyn sometimes felt unsteady on her feet, but she didn’t stumble once. The first crescendo approached and Lyn moved to the side. Red took center stage and prepared for her pirouette. The Little gathered her balance and took a couple steps forward to build momentum. She braced herself for the inevitable cramp, and then jumped. As soon as her feet left the ground, her eyes widened. A rude sound emanated from her backside and her bowels contracted. Her diaper crinkled outwards, turning a dark shade of brown in midair. She tried to keep her balance, but the sudden release was too much and she tumbled to the floor in a heap. At once, the song was interrupted by a loud game show buzzer and the spotlights turned red. Robotic arms sprang from the floor, grabbing the Little and shoving a pacifier in her mouth. Before she could process what was going on, they carried her to the side of the stage and strapped her to a waiting chair. When she was secure, the lights and song returned to normal. The entire process had taken five seconds. Lyn forced herself to keep dancing even as her mind scrambled to understand what just happened. Soon, she connected the dots and her heartbeat spiked. This was a competition, she just hadn’t realized it. “Make sure not to fall” was what Skyler told them before they got on stage. Withstanding the pain from their plugs was only a side effect of the main challenge: remaining upright even as they were forced to void days worth of bowel movements into their diapers. It made a twisted sort of sense. Amazons loved seeing Littles’ own bodies turn against themselves. This game was perfectly suited for them. Maybe the difficulty is just the surprise of it, Lyn thought desperately. Maybe it’s easy to manage if you can prepare. Orange’s attempt disproved that notion. At the start of her jump, her face contorted as mush rushed into her diaper. Her muscles spasmed, and she tripped onto her face. After another buzzer and flash of red light, she found herself secured in a seat next to Red. Lyn and her sisters shared a despairing look, but they kept dancing. Hailey was next, but she didn’t even try to make her jump. She collapsed to her knees and willingly pushed a load into her diaper. In response, a shrill siren rang out and arms exploded from the ceiling as well as the floor. Hailey’s face filled with terror as she was hoisted into the air and stretched into a starfish position. The arms methodically stripped away her dress, leaving her exposed to the world in just a diaper. The crowd laughed as she sobbed and futilely tried to cover herself. A series of blows rained down on her bottom before she was brought over to her chair. Everyone else had attempted their jump. Not that it made a difference. One by one, Lyn watched her sisters fall. Each time, the lights and buzzer flashed, and they were dragged over to the restraining chairs on the stage side. Soon, only Grace and Lyn were left. The penultimate crescendo approached, and Grace looked over to Lyn fearfully. Lyn tried to give her a reassuring smile as she moved out of the way. Grace took a deep breath as she prepared for her jump. Her eyes tightened, and she leapt. Her bowels immediately released, but she kept herself focused. She gracefully twirled through the air even as her diaper ballooned out behind her. She hovered, and then touched the ground. For a moment, she seemed to have done it. She wavered on the tip of her toe, her entire body tightly held in place, but she did not fall. She looked up, surprised, and tentatively smiled. A loud fart rang out, and her diaper suddenly expanded further. Her leg twitched at the unexpected cramp, and she tilted to the side. Panic flooded across her face as she tried to regain control, but it was too late. She fell to the ground in a heap. The buzzer rang out, and Lyn watched with horror-filled eyes as Grace was bundled off the stage. Lyn looked out at the crowd, and they looked back with eager gazes. She was alone. The music started again, and Lyn did the only thing she could do. She danced. The panic from before was back in full force. Adrenaline buzzed throughout her body and her heart pounded. Her movements were erratic. She stumbled over a twirl and nearly fell to the ground. Why was she even doing this? Forget her jump, she was going to collapse every second. Even if she did make it, she would just fall there. Everyone else had. The Amazons were just doing this to torture them. She should give up. It was impos- Stop thinking. You’ve practiced this. You can do it. The thought came unbidden to her mind, and she reflexively obeyed. Her body seemed to dance on its own as she let her muscle memory take over. Her movements smoothed, adrenaline retreating, and she let the music wash over her. The crowd and lights seemed to fade away. For years, Lyn had tried to trick herself into accepting her situation. She’d never been able to do it. Even at her deepest points of defeat, there was always a voice in the back of her head, reminding her of everything she had lost. At that moment on stage, the voice was silent. Her inhibitions fell away. There was no past to think about, no regrets or longings or fears. She had been trained for years, been torn down and built back up multiple times, all for this purpose. The music was all that mattered to her. The crescendo arrived. Lyn leapt into the air, and the plug in her bottom deflated. Desperate for a release, her stomach contracted. Lyn pushed the warm mess into her diaper without a thought. The already saturated padding squelched as it pressed against her heavy load, spreading it between her legs. She could feel the mess squishing against her skin, but she didn’t care. She was a Little, and Littles pooped in their diapers. Lyn landed back on the stage and continued dancing, even as she pushed more mush from her bottom. Her diaper sagged dangerously, but she finished her dance exactly as she had been trained to do. When the music stopped, Lyn walked to the front of the stage and gave a dainty curtsy, lifting her dress up to provide a clear view of her dirty diaper. For a moment, there was silence. Lyn held the pose, trying to control her breathing. Had she done it? She was answered by a storm of applause. She looked up to find a sea of smiling faces. Several Amazon women were gushing to themselves and waving at her. She tentatively waved back, and they seemed to squeal. She felt a hand underneath her diaper, and then she was lifted in the air with a squish. She looked back to see Skyler, who quickly popped a pacifier in her mouth. Lyn obediently suckled as the Amazon turned to the crowd. “What a show!” The announcer’s voice rang out. “Let’s hear a round of applause for Skyler’s excellent work training these adorable girls!” A fresh wave of applause rang out and Skyler waved to the audience, preening at the attention. The announcer continued. “The losers of today’s challenge obviously can’t be trusted to stay up on their feet, so from now on they won’t have that option! Before the night is over, each of them will undergo a special procedure to make sure they stay on the floor where they belong.” Lyn looked sympathetically at her sisters as the floor beneath them opened up to ferry them away, but she couldn’t help but feel relief when the empty pink chair beside them vanished as well. “If any of them caught your interest, don’t fret! They will all be for sale tomorrow at the general auction, most likely flopping around the floor of a playpen. If you only have eyes for Sophia, the lady in pink, then make sure to catch her at the Exhibition Hall later tonight! She’ll be waiting for you there.” Lyn waited for more, to hear what she had won, but the announcer was finished. Lights lit up on the other side of the stage to indicate it was time to go. Skyler gave one final wave to the crowd, and then carried Lyn away. (-:-) About an hour later, Lyn found herself moving quickly down a hallway, still wrapped in Skyler’s arms. She was dressed in the same outfit from the end of the show, messy diaper and all, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She sucked on her pacifier and let Skyler carry her along. Skyler had spent the time after the performance wandering from one fancily dressed individual to another. Most of them were just rich parents who wanted her to train their own Littles to dance for their amusement, but a few had been interested in partnering to franchise her training methods. If Skyler’s watch hadn’t beeped to remind her that the Exhibition Hall was opening soon, Lyn guessed that she would have kept going for hours, carrying the Little as a conversation starter. She was clearly annoyed by the interruption, and moved as quickly as possible to get back to conversations concerning her career. Soon enough, they reached the Exhibition Hall. The room reminded Lyn of a college fair, except instead of having rows of stalls, there were rows of cages disguised as playpens. Each one contained a Little, or Littles, from the Talent Show, put on display for Elizabeth Straud’s wealthy guests. Lyn gawked at its size. It was just as large as the auditorium where she performed earlier, if not bigger. Lyn couldn’t help but stare at the cages as they passed. The quick flashes she saw were nauseating. One cage contained a Little whose body was sculpted to look like a dog. He stood on all fours, a too-long tongue lapping up water from a pet bowl. In another, three Littles sat trapped against one another, all sharing the same enormous diaper. It was a dark shade of brown and seemed to bulge out to their knees. A different cage contained a group of Littles with no limbs. They looked listlessly at the ceiling and didn’t move. She was almost grateful when Skyler made a satisfied noise and slowed to a stop. “Here we are.” Lyn looked down. Her cage was nice, as cages went. It was big, in case more of her sisters had made it. There was a group of bottles in the corner, next to a stack of sleeping mats and stools. Cartoon princesses danced across the floor, each wrapped in a thick diaper. A thin but firm mesh enclosed the area. An electronic information plaque stood on both sides, detailing her performance and listing her name as Sophia. Skyler scanned her badge to open the top and tossed Lyn inside. Lyn landed heavily on her dirty bottom, but the resulting squish didn’t even make her flinch. She sucked on her pacifier and looked up at Skyler, probably for the last time. “Bye-bye Sophia. Be good for the guests.” Lyn couldn’t even force herself to feel surprise as Skyler walked away without even looking back. What did she expect? A hug? She was a Little, nothing more than a prop for Skyler to use. For someone else to use now, she reminded herself. I’m about to be adopted. With nothing else to do, Lyn grabbed a stool from the corner and set it near the edge of her cage. She sat down, heedless of how it caused her mess to press against her, and waited. Before long, the doors to the hall opened and Amazons began trickling in. They traveled around the room in groups, talking with each other as they sipped on drinks from crystal glasses. Some had Littles of their own whom they carried in their arms or tugged around on leashes. Their eyes flickered around the room fearfully, knowing that their owners could do any of the things they saw to them. Occasionally, an attraction would catch someone’s attention and their group would stop. The unfortunate Little would have to endure their mocking titters and carry out any tasks they requested before the group moved on. Mostly though, the caged Littles merely served as a pleasant background for the Amazons. A pointed reminder of their dominance. Soon after the doors opened, Lyn spotted a flushed Amazon woman walking briskly from row to row. When she laid eyes on Lyn’s cage, her face lit up with delight and she hurried over. She held a leash in her hand attached to a Little boy in a sailor costume. His waist bulged outwards from a thick diaper, and he had a baby blue pacifier fastened tightly in his mouth. He waddled desperately to keep up with his owner’s pace. The woman finally reached Lyn’s cage and gazed down with a crazed smile. The boy took the moment to catch his breath, heaving through his nose. After a moment, the woman seemed to break out of her trance. “You are too precious! Curtsy for me again, like you did on stage.” Lyn obediently dropped into a curtsy, flashing her dirtied diaper to the world. The woman sucked in a gulp of air and dramatically fanned herself with one hand. “See, Luke? She’s even cuter up close.” She tugged her leash and the boy tripped forward. She caught his head and forced him firmly against the mesh. “I was on the fence, but this makes it easy. As soon as we get back home, I’m calling Dr. Stemmel and scheduling you for an appointment. You are going to be such a cute girl!” Luke’s eyes filled with tears and he tried to protest, but his pacifier turned everything he said to gurgles. The woman giggled in response and started walking away. “Oh yes, I can’t wait to have you model all the dresses I’m going to buy you! I think I’ll call you Lacey.” Lyn heard a muffled wail as the pair disappeared behind a corner. Part of her felt guilty for what Luke was going to go through because of her, but to her confusion she felt something else. The idea that she had behaved cutely enough to draw such an extreme reaction from that Amazon caused her stomach to flutter in a strange way she couldn’t describe. Lyn pushed it from her mind as another group of Amazons approached. She could think about it later. Now, she had a job to do. She lost track of how many Amazons stopped at her cage. Of how many twirls and hops and curtseys she performed. Of how many pictures she had posed for, sprawled on her back or exposing her diaper or drinking a bottle. Of how many faces looked at her with mockery or affection or greed. She was lying on the floor between groups when she heard footsteps come to a halt outside her cage. She peered up at who it was and did a double-take. It was Elizabeth Straud, overseer of the whole operation. She towered above the cage and even most of her guests. She wore an imposing pitch-black dress and her eyes glinted with casual authority. This was a woman used to being obeyed. Lyn scrambled to her feet, her movements awkward due to the diaper between her legs that had only gotten heavier as the night went on. She prepared to curtsy when she laid eyes on the man behind Elizabeth, and she froze in shock. It was Spalvodi. Lyn couldn’t move. Spalvodi was here. She hadn’t seen his face in years, and he was here. He had ruined her life, and he was here. She thought about him with hatred whenever her mind wandered, and he was here. He was here. Why was he here? Spalvodi had a wide grin on his face as Lyn twitched in confusion. “Come now little miss, where’s the curtsy? Your owner is right in front of you. Show some respect.” Lyn reflexively grabbed her dress and bobbed into a curtsy. Spalvodi chuckled. “Now if that isn’t the most adorable thing I’ve seen today. She may still need some more training though, Elizabeth. What was her name again?” Elizabeth paused for a moment before answering. “Sophia. No last name, obviously.” “Sophia.” He said the name slowly, as though tasting every syllable. “Cute. Where did you find her?” Elizabeth smiled. She loved discussing her work. “That new company, NaturalStart, if you can believe it. I was skeptical when I first heard of them, but their work is excellent. Sophia is just one of many valuable finds from their program.” “NaturalStart.” Spalvodi’s grin widened. “They’ve made some waves in recent years. I was skeptical too, you know. I’ve met some Littles in my trade–street runners or smugglers only–but they can be a real goddamned pain in the ass when they want to be. I would’ve thought hypnosis was the only way to break them in for good.” He paused and made sure to meet Lyn’s eyes. “I guess I’ve been giving ‘em too much respect.” Elizabeth looked at him quizzically. “Of course. Even the most competent Little is still a Little. Their natural place is beneath us, they aren’t capable of more. They’re simple creatures.” Spalvodi let loose a full bodied laugh at that. “You’re right at that! So, what are you gonna do with her? I can’t imagine you’d visit her without something in mind, even to humor a friend.” “Astute.” Elizabeth’s lips curled into a thin smile. “My daughter’s twelfth birthday is coming up. She’s been begging me to get her a Little. She’s too rough with her regular toys, breaks them all the time. I’m thinking that Sophia here should be a bit more… durable.” Spalvodi took a long draft of his drink. “So she doesn’t get a reward for winning the competition?” Elizabeth’s eyes sharpened. “She’s a Little. Her purpose is to make Amazons happy, she doesn’t need anything more.” Spalvodi raised his hands in a placating manner. “Of course, of course. But why not allow her a small treat?” Lyn furrowed forehead in confusion. What was going on? Elizabeth raised her eyebrow and Spalvodi continued. “Littles are simple, you said it yourself. She’s spent the last however-many months training together with her sisters, only to have them ripped away with no warning. Why, the poor thing must be traumatized.” Elizabeth scoffed. “She’ll just have to deal with it. My daughter does not need six other dolls.” “You misunderstand.” Spalvodi’s smile sent a shiver down Lyn’s spine. “Sophia’s other sisters are scheduled for a very special operation later tonight, are they not? It would be a shame for her to be excluded from their last family bonding activity.” Lyn’s eyes widened as she finally realized what Spalvodi was getting at. Elizabeth raised a hand to her mouth and tittered. “There’s an idea. It would make it easier for my daughter as well. Kind of like training wheels for her first bike.” Lyn frantically shook her head, but Elizabeth ignored her, turning to Spalvodi. “I was pleased to see your name on the guest list. You’ve popped up quite a bit over the past few years. My sources tell me you’re the most effective crime boss Catalon has ever seen, but I like to form my own opinions. Now, after seeing you in person…” Elizabeth stepped towards Spalvodi and looked him up and down. “I’m impressed.” Elizabeth met Lyn’s pleading gaze and arrived at a decision. “It’s settled then. I’ll let the surgeon know there’s one more operation planned tonight.” She slipped her arm into Spalvodi’s and began walking away, ignoring Lyn’s groan. “Come, we have much to discuss.” Right before they rounded the corner, Spalvodi looked back over his shoulder. He locked eyes with Lyn’s tear-streaked face. She raised her hand pitifully after them, as though begging for mercy. He just grinned and mouthed something to her. “Thanks.” Then they were gone. Lyn numbly let her arm fall back to her side. She stared into space, an empty look on her face. Her pacifier rhythmically bobbed in her mouth. So, this is how it ends. A flurry of emotions ran through her head. Anger, sadness, guilt, manic amusement, helplessness, shame. And apathy. Ok then. Tomorrow, she would lose use of both her legs. Then, she would be gifted to a sadistic Amazon child and used as her plaything. After? Who knows. Maybe there wouldn’t be an after. Maybe that would be it. Lyn’s diaper squished as she sat down on the floor. What she wanted didn’t matter. Her Amazon would make a decision for her, and then it would happen. It didn’t matter if that Amazon was a daycare worker, a dance instructor, or a twelve-year-old girl. That was how it worked. After all, she was just a Little. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Well, that's that! My first story over and done with. It definitely isn't perfect, but overall I'm quite satisfied (though this is definitely the chapter I'm most unsure about). Also, I've really appreciated the likes, comments and feedback that people have left on the story. The reception has been more positive than I ever imagined, and it's given me a lot of motivation to continue writing. Thank you all so much! In that vein, I posted the first chapter of a new story! I won't be able to update it for a little while, but feel free to give it a read if you're interested: P.S. Big shoutout to Guilend for his continuous support throughout the story. He left the first comment, and has been interactive with each chapter. It really meant a lot and made it fun to keep going. P.S.S. If anyone has specific advice for areas I can improve, please feel free to leave a comment or private message me. I'm new, and every bit of feedback is immensely valuable.

Any opinions on this one page per time posting schedule? Page 8 *** “I’m so glad you called,” Alexa said as she handed Dakota a character sheet. Dakota tried not to stare at his old friend’s new look. He hadn’t gamed with her in nearly a year, and he was used to seeing her in what he called Goth Light, pale skin, black clothes, maybe some fishnet but no spikes or anything too scary. Her new look was something totally different. Dakota examined the girl where she sat at the head of her large dining room table, Alexa was a big girl, a few inches taller than him. She had dyed her hair red and cut it down to a few inches and she’d traded in her black clothes for a brightly colored hippie T-shirt and ragged capri pants. “No problem, I’m just glad you invited me. I like your new look,” Dakota said. “Yeah, and I go by Alex now,” She said. “Oh, are you ummm…” “If you mean to ask if I’m trans, no, I’m just trying something different, you can still use female pronouns with me. “Cool, yeah, so how’s everything going?” Dakota asked. “Good, I got a promotion last month, you’re looking at the assistant to the assistant lab manager. Have you decided to do the program?” “Yeah I’m doing it slowly though, somehow I’m going to make a 2 year degree last 4 years,” Dakota said. “Well as long as you finish that’s what counts,” Alex’s tone changed and she hesitated for a bit, “How is Amy?” “Oh she’s fine,” Dakota answered. “Fine, well that’s great, lets get your character rolled up. I think Nick’s going with a fighter, Leslie is playing wizard as usual, and Doug is going cleric.” Alex said. “Hmm, you know Alrick was a paladin and that didn’t go so well, I think I’ll play a rogue,” Dakota said. Dakota started filling out the character sheet and without really thinking he marked sex as female, he paused for a second, Hmm maybe a hot female rouge, who uses her feminine charm to get close to people and then steal from them,’ he thought. Over the next 15 minutes Kate was born, a sexy red head with a taste for jewels.

@DailyDi @~Brian~ @spoonchicken All is good now that certain person is leaving me alone. If they start up again. I will notify @spoonchicken or @AwakenEvil and they will handle it.

Scene #115 “I know what you’re doing,” I told Mary because I knew what she doing and wanted her to know I knew what she was doing. And she knew I knew and wanted her to know, and I knew that wouldn’t change her mind. A lot of knowing glances passed between us. “I know you don’t want to go,” she said like I didn’t know what she was really up to. “If I’m wrong, you’re welcome to come.” Mary, or really Mary’s company, had decided it was time for people to glimpse their coworkers in person, so Mary had arranged to meet her team at one of those places that had discovered the remunerative benefits of al fresco dining and was going to treat her team of vaccinated coworkers to dinner. I’m not sure if she has five people on her team or twenty, not that it matters. Mary told me about the outting in that special way of hers that makes it even less appealing to me than work functions always are. “Are people bringing their partners,” I asked. “Some, but you don’t have to go. It’ll just be people talking about tech stuff. I know you hate that.” “I don’t hate it. I just have no idea what anybody’s talking about and get bored and dizzy from smiling and nodding my head to not seem like a total dolt. Besides, you’re the boss now. You probably have to … do boss stuff.” “‘Boss stuff?’” “Host and what not.” Not sure why that word eluded me for a sec. “Yeah, probably, so you can just skip it.” “You’re sure?” “Yeah, it’s no big deal. Stay home. In fact, why not invite Sandy over and have a girl’s night.” That would be the part that I knew she was doing, or rather leading up to, and that I knew she knew that I knew. ‘I have a work thing blah blah blah. You don’t wanna go to my work thing blah blah blah. And o hey, why not invite over the woman who babysits for you except we don’t call it that because pretense is fun blah blah blah.’ To which I say, urgh! But also, I didn’t wanna go. Not that just about anything is more fun than yet more time at home, but I just … don’t want to go to a work function. I didn’t like them before, but now that I’m retired or whatever this is, I just think … I feel like I don’t belong. I get this is probably my own hang up, but I feel people would judge me for not working. I’m still young (though not a little girl!) and it’s not even like I’m staying home watching kids or even that I’m some wealthy lady of leisure who spends her time planning the next debutante ball and raising money for charities that don’t really need to exist. I am, instead, a lady of leisure who decides how to fill her time on a day to day basis. Sorta like a retiree, but instead of paying my dues for forty years and retiring, I got fed up and quit and am letting my partner support us, and hence I’m not comfortable going to a work function where I’ll just be, to everyone else’s eye but Mary’s, the unemployed person or quitter or something. But make no mistake, it’s not like I’m insecure about my life choice or anything. Um, really. “I can stay home alone, ya know,” I told my Mary. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “She’s not a babysitter. It’s just two friends hanging out.” “O yeah? Do any of our other friends spank me when they think I’ve misbehaved?” Hmm. Mary’s ya-wanna-ask-that-again face. “Okay, bad example, but she is too and you guys won’t ever say it. Besides, I’ve barely gotten any alone time in over a year.” “You’ve barely gotten any time with friends in over a year, too. The doctor said you could be with other vaccinated people indoors, and I know Sandy would love to come hang out.” “She’s gonna find some excuse to punish me.” See, Sandy is on Mary’s list of people who can discipline me, and that basically means they have the same rights as Mary and I have the same obligation to obey. I disobeyed one of them once, and when Mary found out … well, they took turns and it hurt and convinced me never to disobey again. “Not if you’re on your best behavior.” “I’m not going to be on my best behavior, though. I’m gonna punch her right in the nose.” Yep. I shall fetch her a very sharp blow upon her nose. “What? Why would you do that?” “Because this is all her fault! The pullups, the diapers - she talked you into it and don’t you make a face like you have no idea what I’m talking about. I saw her give you the thing that one time at Brenna’s and the very next weekend you sprung that darn pullup on me before the winery.” “Ha. Yeah …” Mary’s weren’t-those-good-times-face. “They were not good times!” “Yeah they were, and I think you think so too.” “Do not.” “Do too, and I bet I can get you say it.” Crap! Mary’s-I’m-about-to-pounce-on-you face. “Don’t you eeee! Marrrry! Heeheehee! Stop - heeeheeeee ticking me - hahahaheeeee! Eeeee! F-fine! Heehee! She can come over heeheehee! Stop!” “What’ll ya give me if I stop?” “All the heeeheee all the things!” “Deal.” “Hmmph! One day someone bigger than you is gonna come along and pounce on you and tickle you and I’m not gonna stop ‘em.” “Yes, you will.” “Yeah …” Someone pouncing on my Mary? I’d hit ‘em with the floor. “As long as you’re underneath me and I’m straddling you…” “Yeah?” Ooo! She really does like me! I can tell.

Here is chapter 3 & 4 - in an effort to keep myself motivated and not take too much time, I'm still not proof reading, so excuse the mistakes, once it's all done, I'll probably edit it and get a final version posted. Hope y'all like where its headed. CHAPTER 3: GETTING ON THE ROAD Kyle’s mom was fluttering around his room, straightening things out and getting a backpack ready for him. This all had happened very fast and Kyle was overwhelmed with what was happening. He was unsure of what this was all supposed to accomplish, however it was clear that this was something his mother was determined to do and he wasn’t going to be able to protest. Anyway, she was running around organizing things so quickly for the trip, he doubted she would even comprehend any complaint by him in this moment. His deep thought was interrupted when Karen went to hand the bag to him and said. “Okay cutie – well now that we have you ready, I just want you to take this and relax for a few moments in here. You just take a few deep breaths and think happy thoughts, while I wrap up some chores. We need to get these pee-soaked sheets in the washer, so the housekeeper can dry them when she comes by later! You just play in your room for a little and I’ll call you down for breakfast in 15 minutes. Check out your new toys I put in your pack for you – I hope you like them!” Kyle was speechless, he really didn’t know what to say or do, he just submissively accepted the bag and looked at the floor as his mother sprinted out of the room. He sat down on his bed, feeling the plastic sheet rustle beneath him and slowly began to inspect the backpack. Out of all the new things forced upon him today, at least this one was something he liked. It was a light blue and white backpack with a large graphic of Hilda on it, which was one of Kyle’s favorite shows on Netflix. He got a warm feeling inside; he never figured his mom even knew he liked Hilda and it made him feel special that she’d got this just for him… even it was a little babyish. His excitement was quelled once he started to inspect the contents of the bag. The first thing he noticed was an Amazon Fire HD Kids edition – he suspected this meant that he would be resigned to this one piece of tech during the trip. He flipped through some of the preloaded content which included some of his favorite cartoons, but also some super babyish shows like Sesame Street and Paw Patrol. As he dug through the bag further, he found a super soft stuffed black bear with a name tag that said Bernie, some fruit snacks, beechnut baby food pouches, and probably the most embarrassing - a large Frozen themed Olaf sippie cup with a straw. “Well at least I’m not drinking out of a bottle” Kyle thought to himself. Kyle decided that he’d gathered the courage to take a hard look at himself in the mirror. He slowly got up from the bed, feeling his new padded underwear crinkle underneath his clothes as he moved across the room. He went over to the mirror in front of the closet and couldn’t believe what he saw. His reflection staring back at him was hardly recognizable. He really did look like an overgrown toddler. The short-alls fit snugly across his chest, they came down just past the middle of his thy and the straps supporting shorts pulled up against his diaper making an obvious puffy outline around his crotch. To top things off, smoky bear was staring back him with his nose and eyes just popping over the top of bib. His short haircut with his flurried bangs and button nose didn’t help him look any more mature. Kyle always looked very young for his age – but in this outfit he might be mistaken for a 5-year-old. Suddenly this moment was interrupted when he heard his mom call from the kitchen. “Kids breakfast is ready – come and eat, we need to be ready to go in 30 minutes!” Kyle’s mom shouted from downstairs. It was now or never, Kyle was about to be exposed in his childish get up to his sister and soon would be in a car ride with everyone on the way up to Maine. With immense apprehension, he grabbed his suitcase, put his backpack on and headed downstairs. Trying to make as little noise as possible and dampen the sounds of his rustling diaper, he tip toed down the stairs and placed his things by the door. He walked slowly into the kitchen, blushing hard as he was about to confront his sister. As he rounded the corner he was surprised to see she was the only one in the kitchen, sitting at the table texting on her phone and casually picking at a bowl of oatmeal. “Hi, Hi Kayla” Kyle stuttered, not wanting there to be awkward silence. Kayla looked up from the table with wide eyes “Hey there squirt! she said excitedly. To his surprise she popped up from her seat and walked over to meet Kyle by the island. Kayla was a volleyball player and at 5’10 towered over Kyle, no doubt she took after her mother who had a similar build. With swift speed she came up and embraced Kyle in a big warm hug. “Awww litte bro you look oh sooo cute! I honestly can’t believe Mom is doing this, but Candice knows her stuff. I think it’s going to be a lot fun, kind of like playing house!” “Uh yah – I guess, I think the whole thing is pretty stupid and unnecessary, but I didn’t want to end up in the psyche ward, so I guess I’m gonna play along.” Kyle responded sheepishly. Suddenly Kayla bent down and lifted Kyle up into her arms settling him on her hip. “Hey dude – let’s have a better attitude, we’re all putting forth a lot of effort. Not going to lie – changing your diapers is not exactly how I want to spend my summer vacation but am willing to help you out. So watch the language, I’m not gonna tell on you but you better know Mom is going to be really strict on this stuff, so you gotta play he part” She walked him over to the table, supporting him by his bottom, which was a knew feeling for Kyle, he was so embarrassed to feel the padding further pressed against his crotch. She went to set him down next to his seat. “Alright buddy sit down, eat your oatmeal and toast so we can get going – and don’t spill on yourself! We thought we could pass on the bib for the time being” She said cheerfully. Kyle was speechless and really was not happy about being picked up. His sister always liked to make him feel small, so she’d done this before, but it felt so different under these circumstances. He had nothing to say or do other than sit down “Oh, okay sis – thanks for not teasing me about this and being so positive” he said as quietly as possible. “Of course, sport – anything for my little bro, now eat up”. Kyle noticed that next to his oatmeal was a frozen themed plastic spoon with Elsa on it and a large Cars themed sippie cup. He wasn’t surprised and just obediently began to eat his breakfast, noticing that his mother had given him martinellis apple juice in his cup, which he loved. After a few minutes of awkward silence, his mother swept into the room. “Alright you two – we’ll be ready to go in about 5 minutes, so hurry up. Candice just arrived outside, and we are getting the car packed. Kayla keep an eye on your brother and make sure he finishes his breakfast quickly. If you can help get him cleaned up and get his shoes and socks on when he is done, they are by the door.” she said quickly and in a rush. Kayla responded “Of course mom, I think we’re almost done here. I’ll get him ready to go” “Thanks honey – so excited to get up there, we’re gonna have so much fun!” Karen said cheerfully as she exited the room. Kyle attempted to protest but his mom had already left the room “Hey I’m fully capable of putting on my own shoes!” he said. His sister got up from her seat with a mischievous smile on her face and walked over to her brother grabbing a wet wipe off the counter as she approached him. “Oh is that right? Just like how you said you were going to keep your outfit all clean during your breakfast” she chided him. Reaching down with the wipe to clean off some oatmeal from one of his straps along with some breadcrumbs from his shirt and then wiping down his face which had bits of food in different spots. Kyle was too embarrassed to resist. “Always such a messy little guy, you’re almost done with your oatmeal, can you finish all by yourself or do you need me to feed you?” she said jokingly. “I’ll finish it jeez Kayla!” Kyle said meekly. “Alright then, you do not get from this seat until it’s all gone, I’m gonna be right back.” She disappeared from the room for a brief 30 seconds while Kyle at the last few bits of hist oatmeal as fast as he could and tried his best to drink up the rest of his juice, although the top throttled how much would come out. Kayla returned to his chair holding Kyle’s shoes and socks. “Are well done?” Kayle asked presumptively. “Yes Kayla – I’m finished, just have a little juice left” Kyle said. “That’s okay sweetie, we’ll bring your little drink with us, don’t worry – not let’s get your feets all warm and cozy.” Kayle said in a sing song voice. She grabbed his seat and pulled it out from underneath the table. Methodically she quickly put Kyle’s socks on that came up to the middle of his shin, he was relieve to see they were just plain white. She then went to put his shoes on when he noticed they were Spongebob themed white vans with 3 velcro straps. He’d seen these a few weeks ago at the store. “Oh my god, can I please just at least wear regular shoes?” Kyle pleaded. “Hey cutie I think these are pretty awesome and I found them on sale at the mall yesterday. We have your runners, sandals and hiking boots packed for you too. Mom just wanted to have you drive up there in style” Kayla responded with a wink. Flustered Kyle just let out a sigh and let his sister continue putting his shoes on him. As she was finishing up – Karen came back in the kitchen. “Oh thanks Kayla, looks like you two are ready. Okay I’ll take Kyle now, can you straighten up the kitchen and lock up the house. We’ll be outside ready in about 5 minutes – I just need to get Kyle settled in.” Kayla responded, “Definitely mom - I’ll take care of it! Here take Kyle’s sippie – he still has a lot left” Karen grabbed the cup and then came over to Kyle stretching out her hand “Alright honeybun, come with me, let’s get you set up in the car and you can say hello to Karly and Candice.” “Okay mom, let’s get this over with” Kyle responded apprehensively. “Cheer up cutie – we’re going to have so much fun. Now lets go!” Kyle’s mom responded. She grabbed his hand and led him swiftly out of the room. Kyle was surprised by how comfortable he actually was in his current outfit – the shortalls and sneakers allowed him a lot of mobility. As they were exiting the house, Kyle noticed his mom grabbing a large, padded bag with a shoulder strap from the table by the door. It was light green with little boats and airplanes on it. When she tucked his sippier cup into the side pocket, it suddenly clicked to him what it was… that was HIS diaper bag. He couldn’t believe that she really thought he was going to need to be changed. He was so embarrassed. This was it – they exited the front door and Kyle was exposed to the world. Here he was a 20-year-old boy – walking to his car dressed as a toddler. He kept his head down, mortified by the thought of one of his neighbors seeing him. His mother drove a large 2020 Suburban with bucket seats and an extended back row. Kyle could see Candice waving from the passenger seat as she picked away at her laptop finishing a last minute email before they got out of service. He was pulled around to the door behind her side, as his mother opened the door what Kyle saw in front of him absolutely shocked him. Karly was sitting in her carseat fast asleep behind the drivers side and across from her seat was another slightly larger car seat (well more of a padded booster seat with straps) that was clearly meant for Kyle. “Mom – I’m not sitting in a carseat” Kyle said quietly but in as stern a voice he could muster. Karen responded by bending down and whispering in his ear, “Hey cutie, do really want to make a scene in our driveway and draw attention from all our neighbors right now?” Kyle’s face was blushing red and he just shook his head. “Well okay then, hop up here and we’ll get you buckled in!” Kyle complied and climbed into the car, settling down in the seat the best her could. He was surprised that he fit perfectly in the babysish seat, albeit it lifted him up a bit too high up, so his feet were dangling just a few inches from the floor. His mother pulled the straps together over each of his shoulders clipping them in place and then secured them to the middle strap that came up between his legs. “There we go – all done!” She said clapping her hands, seemingly so satisfied with the situation. Kyle was incredibly embarrassed in his current position and could feel the middle strap pulling his diaper up toward his crotch. He was essentially immobilized but comfortable enough. He could see his back back and diaper back was set on the floor next to him along with Karly’s. His mother went around to the trunk to was organize a few things. Kyle was mortified that she left the door open to his side, he was nervous neighbor would walk by and see him. Luckily only 30 seconds went by before Kayla came around to get in. “Aww look at you – so adorable in your little seat, so cool bro! Okay well I got move your butt up just a smooch little cutie so I can get in the back!” Kyle closed his eyes in embarrassment as his sister proceeded to adjust his seat and climb in the back. Finally, the door was shut and his mother climbed in the drivers seat. Karen turned around to face her kids in the back. “Okay my cuties do I think we have everything and are ready to go – I hope you’re all very excited. This is going to be lots of fun!” Kayla responded “definitely mom! Thanks for doing this, we always love this trip!” Karen looked over to Kyle “Cutie are you okay – I know this a lot but were gonna make it a lot of fun I promise” Kyle not wanted to protest or make an issue just shook his head with somewhat slightly teary eyes. So much had happened so fast. Karen reached over to handle Kyle his sippie cup of juice “here you go little one, in case you get thirsty and finish this there are some snacks in your backpack. If you need anything, you just ask Kayla and she can help you get it from your bag – do you understand?” Kyle nodded his head, his face completely flushed with embarrassment. He was especially concerned with what could be in his diaper bag, it was overfull, and he didn’t expect it was just diapers. The car backed up from there beautiful home and the gang was officially on the road headed to Black Bear Resort and Lodge. CHAPTER 4: ROAD TRIP TROUBLES Kyle was sitting in his Carseat with his headphones on watching Hilda, occasionally looking out the window seeing the scenery change from suburbia to dense woodland. He had embarrassingly had to ask his sister to get his Amazon Fire from his bag along with his headphones. He’d had to endure some chit chat from Candice earlier on in the ride, she seemed determine to ask him questions that a 5-year-old would be asked, but she was nice enough and Kyle entertained her candor as he had always liked her. Karly had woken up for a few minutes as they got going, she seemed to be very excited to be on the road and was somewhat fascinated looking at Kyle in the carseat next to her. Candice had her introduce herself to Kyle and tell him how old she was. The conversation was not exactly stimulating, and Kyle was hopeful he wouldn’t be resigned to talking with babies the entire 3 weeks. Candice ended up giving a bottle of milk to Karly, which caused her to fall asleep a few minutes later. Kyle had finished his juice 30 minutes earlier, so his sister got him his Frozen cup out of his bag for him, which to his surprise contained cold milk. Kyle didn’t think much of it and was thirsty so drank it without complaint. Kyle continued to focus on his show and tried not to think about anything. Naturally with the combination of zoning out on his show, the heavy feeling the milk gave him and the rumbling of the car caused him to nod off into a deep sleep. Kyle suddenly was stirred awake as his sister was climbing over his seat to get out of the car “Oh there’s my sleepy little guy – we are just stopping for a little gas baby you go back to sleep” she said softly. She continued to jump out of the car shutting the door behind her. His mom was nowhere to be found but Candice was upfront working away on her computer again. Karly was now awake zoned into her little show in the car seat next to him. Kyle was a bit drowsy and was surprised he’d fallen asleep so quickly. As he wiggled in his seat slightly, he noticed an odd squishy sensation coming underneath his bottom… “oh my god – I wet myself” he thought to himself. He couldn’t believe this had happened and how right his mother had been earlier when she predicted he’d fall asleep on the ride and wet himself. At this point he was so upset, he felt like he could cry but instead he resigned to pretending to be asleep again hoping that no one would notice his predicament. He hadn’t been in a wet diaper for years, so it was hard to tell how bad it was. He just hoped that he wouldn’t leak and could stay awake the rest of the trip to avoid wetting it again. Suddenly his door opened, and his mom was standing next to him with a big smile holding a little sandwhich and his sippie cup. “Hey there sleepyhead, can you wake up for me – I’ve got some yummy snacks for you” – his mother cooed. Kyle realized at that moment how hungry he was, they must have been on the road for a while. Kyle let his eyes open and looked at his mother with a sad face. “Hi mom – how long was I asleep?” he said trying to engage her like an adult. “Oh, I don’t know sweetheart but we’ve been on the road about 4 hours, just about 2 hours out from the lodge, so we got some gas and go potty. Oh! Speaking of that, do you need to use the potty Kyle? I can take you if you need to go.” His mother asked. This was the exact question Kyle didn’t want to be asked, he didn’t know how to answer, so instead he just shook his head no and looked down at his chest. His mother immediately knew what had happened. “Ohh baby did someone have an accident? It’s alright sweetie that is why mommy put you in a diaper it’s okay. Here let me check to see how wet you are” Kyle was mortified, he couldn’t believe he was being cooed and comforted over his wet diaper. Too top it off, now he was being checked in a gas station by his mom while he is sitting in a carseat. Karen put her hand in the leg hole of Kyle’s shortalls and reached two fingers inside the diaper to gauge for wetness. It was definitely pretty wet, but she figured he could last a bit longer. She had put him in an Extra-Small Northshore megamax, which they advertised as having a 12-hour range for maximum absorbency. “Oh baby – you really did make a big pee pee in your diaper… I think you can hold from leaking but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. We can either change you in the restroom here or we can wait until we get to the Resort and do it our room – it is up to you.” She said in an empathetic tone. Kyle responded – “I think I can wait until we get there mom, I really don’t want to do this hear out in the open, especially in a gross gas station bathroom” His mom nodded and said “okay little one, well try to stay dry for the rest of the trip and just let me know if you’re starting to feel uncomfortable. We’re in the final stretch so should make there in no time. Here takes your little sand which and juice.” Kyle nodded his head and took his food saying “Okay mom – thanks for being so nice to me about this” “Of course my little lovebug” she responded. Kyle was surprised when instead of closing the door, his mother leaned over him securing something around his neck. It was then that he realized she had tied a large blue and white bib around his neck that even had a big pocket at the bottom to catch food. “Now this is something we should have had for you a longtime ago, this will keep you from getting all messy” Kyle was so embarrassed but at this point – it wasn’t surprising. There he was, sitting a car seat in a wet diaper, holding a sippy cup and dawning a bib. This was really turning into quite the summer. Shortly after this Kayla was back in the car and they were on the road again. Kyle quietly ate his sandwich and finished his juice as the “adults” in the car started to have a more open conversation about what they were looking forward to up at the lodge. Kyle was trying to not think about what was in store for him, so he wanted to exit from the conversation. “Hey Kayla?” Kyle asked reaching around to wave he needed help. “Yes little one?” she responded. “Ummm can’t help me get my headphones and Fire again – I wanna watch something” Kyle shyly asked. “Of course little bro, coming right up” she responded and quickly got Kyle zoned out watching cartoons. About an hour had gone by since they had left the gas station and Kyle was really looking forward to getting out of the car. He’d been stuck in this seat for hours and was really starting to get uncomfortable. It didn’t help that he had a wet diaper on and the straps were pulling against his chest. Then suddenly a new problem arose – Kyle felt a rumbling sensation in his tummy. It was then that Kyle realized he hadn’t had time to have bowel movement that morning. Now the tuna fish sandwich he’d just eaten, coupled with the oatmeal from the morning breakfast and all the milk was starting to work its way through his system. Why had he not asked to use the bathroom before – that was so stupid, he just didn’t want to be exposed in his diaper – he thought to himself. At this point the need for urgent and he had to do something. He took his headphones off to ask for someone to stop “Hey Mom! Can you stop at the next rest area – I really need to use the bathroom” Kyle asked desperately. “Oh Honey – I’m not sure there is anywhere to stop, we just have woods for the next 30 minutes and then we’ll pass a few other hotels before the lodge. Can you make it a little while longer? Plus your diaper can hold a little bit more sweetie, don’t feel bad you can just go and we’ll get you cleaned up when we get there” Kyle’s mom answered. Kyle responded, “No mom – its number 2 and I really gotta go!” Kayla spoke up – “Yuck that is gross – you sure there is nowhere to stop mom? I don’t want to be back here for that – it’s going to stink so bad!” “I’m definitely sure, Kayla you calm down – everything is going to be fine and we’ll deal with it. Now please be supportive for your brother and let’s not make a big deal of something that hasn’t even happened yet” Kyle’s mom said. Kyle didn’t know what to do – he really had limited options and he didn’t know how much longer he could keep himself from filling his pants. The urgency was growing and his body started to let go of gas uncontrollably. He let out a few loud wet farts. Kayla leaned over Kyle to roll the window down and said “woosh that is a stinky boy, its okay cutie just sit tight we’ll be there soon.” Kyle just glowed red at her comment and his current situation. As the pressure built up, he started to wimper a bit in his seat. It was then that Candice turned around from her seat to face Kyle. “Baby its okay you just relax.” She said as she reached into his bag to hand his little stuffed bear. She continued “It’s all going to be okay and don’t worry little boys have accidents all the time. We just clean it up and everything is all better. Can you be a brave little guy for me?” She looked at him with the sweetest eyes and it practically brought Kyle to tears. She had such a way of talking to people, it made you feel so loved. All of sudden a short moment after Candice’s calming words, Kyle’s bowels let loose, and he uncontrollably started filling his diaper. The mucky substance filled out all over the front and back of his diaper, as his car seat strap along with his shortall left nowhere else for it go. The sensation was so much different then being wet, it was hot, itchy and immediately he could feel a stinging pain in his butt. The combination, mixed with the pain, the immediate smell and the embarrassment was just too much for Kyle - he started to cry. “Mommy I need my diaper changed!” he wailed at tears filled his eyes, he couldn’t believe what he had just said. His outburst woke Karly who also started to cry, just in reflex to the commotion. Kayla was staying out of this one, letting her mom and Candice take the lead. Karen turned to Candice “I gotta keep my eyes on the road, can you calm this down” she asked. Candice nodded and turned around to face her two crying charges. “Little ones – its gonna be okay were almost there. Hush now, we’re only about ten minutes away.” She went into both there diaper bags and go something out. Kyle watched as Candice stuck a pacifier in Karly’s mouth, which she immediately started to suck and calm down. She then turned to Kyle “Hey there my brave boy – now just sit tight for a little longer, I’m sure that poopy diaper feel super yucky, but its gonna be okay. We’ll get you all cleaned up in no time. Now I want you to suck on this and watch your show and be good for me. Can you do that for Auntie Candice?” He was still crying uncontrollably as she lifted a pacifier to Kyle’s lips. She managed to push it in and her immediately started sucking on it without thinking about it in between little cries. It took about a minute before he stopped hyperventilating and settled into his show again – trying desperately to ignore that the awful smell in the car was coming from him. He was so embarrassed by the entire thing and just wanted the car ride to be over. There they were on the road with all the windows down, as they approached there destination. Kyle looked up from his screen to see the familiar sign for Black Bear Resort and Lodge. He’d been coming her since her was 2 years old and knew the grounds incredibly well. This time was definitely going to be different, but he was still met with the immediate sense of relief when approaching the main lodge. Then he realized what was about to happen… he was going to have to get out of the car and check in – in front of other people wearing a messy diaper… he only hoped he’d be spared the experience and could wait back with Kayla at the car. To Be Continued

Unfortunately I don't have any stories as I'm not married. I've actually never been in a relationship.?? Hahaha!?? But I'll just say, it feels great when you have people that support your padded lifestyle!? And I'm glad your husband does too. It's especially nice that you don't have to hide your little side.????????

New cabbage patch kid is adorable!

I knew that I have a bad track record when it comes to finishing stories, but I think the only way I would be able to write consistently is if I made a patron like everyone else seems to have today. Now, I’m not arrogant enough to think that anyone would pay for my writing (I am my no means calling anyone with a patron arrogant). So, I give you the pre-warning that this story may go dead at any time. Mostly I am wring this for myself, and I apologize if this story gets to real for anyone. Honestly I have no plan for how this story will turn out. I am just going to write and see what happens. Also I can already tell that, at-least the first part of this, is going to be a little depressing. Now, with that all out of the way, let me begin. Chapter 1 Malory didn’t know what to do anymore. She was loosing her friend, and she had no idea what to do. It was his eyes. Within his hazel eyes she saw the dam holding back all that pain, however, unbeknownst to the owner, that dam had broken long ago and that pain was spilling froward, attempting to drown its host. “How was work?” Malory knew full well that Levi’s work day had been shit, even before she had asked, but the words were out of her mouth before she could help it. COVID conditions had caused most of Levi’s co-workers to leave, and as he was one of the most senior staff. Levi’s higher ups kept putting more and more responsibility on him, and the cracks were beginning to show. “Three call outs,” he said dully, as he slumped into the couch beside her, still wearing his work clothes. “How was your day? Did your presentation land with your boss?” In reality, her day had been fantastic. The presentation in question had been the culmination of months of work, and her boss had loved it so much, he had given Malory and pretty sizable raise. However, she knew this information would be salt in the wound. Levi had been shouldering most of the slack at work, but his bosses kept passing over him when it came to handing out promotions. Malory had the sneaking suspicion they didn’t want to promote him because he was so useful where he was at, that promoting him would leave a difficult gap for them to fill. So instead, Levi’s bosses continued to tell him what a good worker he was and how valuable he was to the company, while at the same time giving him nothing to show for pouring his lifeblood into the company. “It went okay,” she said, deciding in that moment to keep her success to herself and focus on trying to cheer him up. “Good news though. We both have tomorrow off. Maybe we can go adventure somewhere fun.” When he didn’t respond, she jabbed her fingers into his side and began to tickle him. “Come on grumpy butt, let’s not focus on work.” He struggled to push her off as he giggled against his will. Eventually he had her subdued with his arms, but Malory was soon free, as the shock of her licking his face had caused Levi to loosen his grip on her. No longer laughing, Levi returned to his sullen state. “I guess we could, I don’t really have any plans.” To be fair, he rarely had plans anymore… ==================================== Levi was alone. All he wanted was someone to share his life with; a person for him to love and that would love him in return. The dating world didn’t make since to him anymore though. At 29, it seemed like the dating market had all but dried up, and all that was left were the numerous dating apps that only seemed to benefit women and the few men that were sly enough to convince said women they were worth chatting with. Even before COVID restrictions drove everyone inside, no one hung out in public anymore. There was nowhere that Levi could go to meet anyone new. Levi’s parents kept telling him that he would meet the right girl eventually, but they didn’t seem to understand that he couldn’t meet “the right girl” if he couldn’t meet anyone at all. To him, he had passed the age of relevancy 6 years ago, and along with that relevancy, his dating prospects had dried up as well “I guess we could…” The words left his mouth but he didn’t really know what he was saying. He wanted to cry. He didn’t want to have to be the strong one anymore. …”I don’t really have any plans.” Levi didn’t want any plans, didn’t want to think or make decisions. He didn’t want to go on anymore; keep telling people that he was okay when he was long past his breaking point. Levi knew what would make his life better, but life didn’t want to oblige and give him what he sought. Levi knew Malory meant well, but he honestly he didn’t have it in him to pretend to be human for her right now. “I’m going to to take a shower…” ===================================== “I’m going to go take a shower.” Before Malory could say anything, Levi had vacated the couch and disappeared into the bathroom. She sighed and wiped the lone tear from her eye. The two had been friends for years and Malory wished she could give Levi what he wanted, but the romantic connection wasn’t there. They had tried dating in the past, but they had both agreed they were better as friends. However, over the years the relationship had become deeper to the point where they were more like family than anything else. So, when the time came that Levi had needed a roommate, Malory had been the first and only option. Malory knew everything about Levi, and she would bet a year’s rent that he knew everything about her as well. Malory looked at the single tear on her finger and contemplated her options. Levi needed her, but her going to pieces in the face of the fathomless black hole of his depression, wouldn’t do him any good. He needed a strong rock to hold on to; something to tie him to the shore so he didn’t drift off into the aether. The idea hit her and she was moving before her thoughts had completely formed. She felt the steam coming from the shower as she passed the bathroom door, passed her own bedroom door, and proceeded to push through into his empty room. Part of her told Malory this was a bad idea, but she ignored this inner voice. The gambit was worth the risk. Levi needed something or he was going to drown in his own sorrow without ever reaching out a hand. Malory pushed back his closet door and opened the lone bin that resided there. She was instantly greeted by the smell of baby powder and she quickly delved inside, looking for a particular prize. ======================================== “I am an ABDL.” Malory stared at him blankly, clearly having no idea what he was talking about. He sighed and continued with the words he now new he had to. “It means I like to wear diapers and act like a baby.” ======================================== The memory was still fresh in her mind. It had taken everything inside of him to reveal this secret about himself. Malory knew, in that instant, that telling her this had been a cry for help that had gone unanswered all his life. She had been understanding and had asked a lot of questions. Even though Malory occasionally caught a whiff of urine and baby powder, Levi never broached the subject again and Malory, knowing it was not her place, never mentioned it either. Levi’s fetish didn’t make her think any differently about him, but at the same time, she didn’t think it was her place to go into that world with him; that was until now. It was clear as day. In his life he had to be the strong one; everyone depended on him, and he was not allowed to show weakness or vulnerability. She shifted aside some pink diapers, adorned with patterns of unicorns, in search of something she knew had to be there. Malory don’t feel totally comfortable with diapering her friend, but she was going to do her part, as she saw it. Finding what she was looking for, she closed the bin and then the closet. ======================================= Five minutes in, Levi had given up on washing himself, and he now sat beneath the falling water, wishing he had decided on a bath instead. When the water began to cool, Levi took that as the queue to get up and shut the water off. After drying himself, he wrapped the towel around his waist and pushed out of the bathroom. Glancing over he saw that Malory was still sitting there on the couch, now watching something or other. Without a word, Levi entered his room, shut his door, let his towel drop to the floor, and fell, still naked, onto his bed face first. ======================================= Malory sat there, object in hand, as she waited for Levi to exit his room, but he didn’t. She had been worried about this. Levi had been going to bed earlier and earlier, and she was sure that he had no intent on exiting his room now. “Well, that’s too damn bad,” she said, standing up and walking over this his closed door. “Get out here you lazy bum! You are going to at least watch one show with me before going to bed at…” she looked up at the clock and sighed, “9 o clock. You have five minutes to get out here or I’m going to poor cold water all over you.” Walking back to the couch, she hoped he wasn’t too far gone to rise to her threat. Her fears were put to rest when his door opened and Levi exited, wearing pjs and a t-shirt. “You are very needy,” he said, sitting down next to her. There was a slight grin on his face, but she didn’t fail to noticed none of that grin touched his eyes. “Yes I am very needy, thank you very much. Now,” she patted her lap, “ your needy friend needs you to lay down in her lap and ask no questions.” “Why do you…” Malory put her finger to his lips, effectively shushing him. “No questions,” she said again, more sharply this time. “Head down.” Cautiously he obeyed and she then rested a hand on his head and began stroking his head. “I don’t want anymore words from you tonight. You had had a hard week and I want you to just relax and let this happen.” “Let…” he began, but at this sight of her flared nostrils, and wide eyes, Levi went silent and nodded. “Now close your eyes and open your mouth.” ====================================== Levi wanted to question her again, but he knew when she got like this, arguing was pointless. So,he just did what he was told; closing his eyes and opening his mouth. The silicone nipple entered his mouth and he was sucking out warm milk before he could even process what was happening. Instantly he open his hazel eyes and was greeted by Malory’s sunset ones. In those eyes he saw love, pure love… and he started to cry. I know I probably have grammar and other editing mistakes that need fixing but I honestly just wanted to post something quickly before I lost my drive. So, please tell me of any mistakes you find and please give me your thoughts on the story material if you have them.

Littles of faith, I'm looking for suggestions on really good contemporary Christian music. I love Casting Crowns and Newsong; and I prefer groups that do original songs (I don't need any more covers of I can only Imagine)

That's hilarious!??? But that was the Golden age of wrestling!??❤️

Not if the diapie's already been used. However I will sit in a wet diapie after having just gone pee-pee in it, when it's all nice and warm!??☺️???❤️????

Really?! Wow!??????? That's amazing!??☺️?

Right now I'm sitting in my recliner in a wet n messy Crinklz Astronaut diaper. It feels so good.

I have now spent some time thinking about the chapter and reading it again. And as bad as it ends, we can't forget that it's set in Catalonia, one of the worst places for Littles, so this ending in this country is probably the best worst ending she can get. Even though she probably wants something other than a helpless crawling toy of a 12 year old.

That's awesome!??❤️??❤️?☺️❤️?? I would definitely buy that shirt!? And be an good little boy for Mr. Rogers!

I wanna get a shirt I saw: "Be the person Mister Rogers knows you are"

Good afternoon. Thanks for the advise and concern, let me assure you that I have no intention on giving up adult food, there to much. Go stuff out there to eat ?. My intent was/is, to find out information to make it so my messes would be softer such as with a babies. My thought was to eat nothing but soft and mushy foods for instance, my day would be - very milky porridge in the morning, lunch (Dinner to us northerners lol) mushed up veg soup, a jar of baby food sometime after as for a snack, then my dinner (tea, again to us northerners haha) some sort of mushed up vegetable/meat soup mush combination., whilst always keeping up with my water and or milk intake. Or something like that pending on what information I can dig up. I would like to have a week or so eating the same food/drink consistency as of a baby.

Interesting story even though I will probably have to reread it later because I feel like I've missed something. By the way, the tags for the story are missing without them it will be hard for others or newcomers to find the story.

Your kind of spanking!!!!

I got you!

Lol

Just about any color diaper or printed diaper is ok by me. I do like the NS colors and Tye Dye MegaMax diapers though. I think it might be time for Adam to consider a few more colors; how about bright yellow, pastel/baby blue Lites and Supreme diapers?

I Like Printed ones, and I LOVE my Northshore's: So Far, my Favorites are the PINK Ones Brian

Factor in a few things. Giving up any seniority you have at your current job means starting out at a new job on the worst shift as the newbie. Also, employers want to know why you are quitting a well paying job you have been with for years in order to take a lower paying job. One thing employers watch for is past job history. If you change jobs every couple years, they want to know why. Did you have issues with your boss? Can't get along with coworkers? Not doing your job satisfactory? When hiring people for a job, they want someone who will stick with it and not quit in a year. That costs them time and money to train someone only to have them leave and not stick with the job. Finally, you might get a new job and find out after a few weeks that you really hate it and wish you had your old job back.

@Diseased88 I would also say that your decision should be whether the job you hold NOW is providing for your needs, or if you need to make a change. Simply wanting to wear at work is a DESIRE, and you must weigh that with the idea that if you change jobs SIMPLY because you want to wear at work, this may not be a good decision. If it were me, I would have to take a HARD look at the situation. If you want a "sit down job" then that is one thing, but you have to understand that your choice of underwear is YOUR choice, but that you would be eventually found out about, and sometimes that goes GOOD, while other times it is BAD. I am LUCKY: I am incontinent, so this is something that can happen to those who are disabled, whether from early in life, or later on in life. Having CP, I expected that it would occur at some point, as CP is neurological in nature, so that is a given - Incontinence is a symptom of my condition, so I won't have to worry about it too much, but you also could have something happen, where someone misunderstands, and it can turn into a bad situation. I had been "outed" to all of my co-workers, some of my customers, and all of my volunteers, because I made a MISTAKE: Then, one of my support contractors took it too far, and did not talk to me first, but called me at WORK, and "dressed me down" while I was at my desk: I basically felt like a criminal, and I had been dealing with incontinence for months before August 2019 - I expected that contractor to keep this professional. and I took responsibility for my mistake, but I finally I to NAIL this contractor, because she would NOT stop, and began to threaten me - It took a couple of calls, and I was able to QUASH this: I was in a position where I had a problem, and this contractor made my life hell, until I was able to straighten out this really crazy situation......... Keep in mind, my wearing and using is NOT a desire, it is a NECESSITY: I was devastated because of what happened, and I can tell you that people who misunderstand usually cause the ripple. In my case, it made it harder: Its bad ENOUGH that I had someone not understand, but to then threaten me or chastise me because I have incontinence is RIDICULOUS! In my job, the people who NEED to know of my incontinence KNOW it, and they SUPPORT me: I use a wheelchair, and I can tell you that I carry my supplies with me, and I change when necessary. I do it because I NEED to, and yes, I like diapers, but I NEED them too. When you make a decision on whether to change jobs, it should be made with the understanding of what will happen FINANCIALLY and for other reasons: The least of which would be your ability to wear diapers at work. You CAN do it, because it is your decision, but Remember, that you should place your PRIORITIES for diaper wearing LOWER than your priority for having a job that allows you to sustain yourself. Good Luck! Brian

I love printed diapers but I have a soft spot in my heart for white ones as well, because when I was little, most of the diapers had no print on them, until I got a little older, when they started making diapers with a print at the top at the front. Solid-colour ones are probably my least favourite, mostly because the diapers of my childhood were either white or printed. Only "old people diapers" came in blue or yellow or green. I will make an exception for pink ones.

Ahh I see. Another way to do that would be "was barely in her 20's" but that to me would be under 25. "barely in her mid 20's" could be referring to she had turned 25 recently. Language can be a funny thing sometimes. Thanks for clarifying. I took a break from reading to get some things done, will give a proper feedback once I can give the story proper attention.

Chapter 3 Levi was scared. The feelings were returning, and he was sure he had buried them years ago. He shook his head and adjusted the water temperature. He now had hope, and hope was a very dangerous thing in Levi’s hands. His vision was changing, and he didn’t even realize it. The shower was gone and in its place was a poorly lit room. He looked down at his phone and felt his heart hit the floor. I thought things were going well. She was perfect… Levi gripped his phone in both hands and read the message again. She is perfect… I’m the problem. The shower was loosing heat. “Damn.” Reaching over, Levi twisted the tap and let the remaining water drip off of him and into the drain. ================================ By the time Levi emerged from his bedroom, fully clothed, Malory was just putting the finishing touches on his plate. “And two pieces of bacon.” She smiled at Levi and gestured with the greasy tongs in her right hand. “Your breakfast is served Sir Snores a lot!” She giggled at the horrified look in his face. “Hey, you’re the one that wanted me to sleep with you.” ================================= A twinge of shame… Why did she do that? Why the bottle, why the pacifier? He wanted to ask, but he was suddenly having a hard time breathing. He sat down in front of his plate and put his head down. He still couldn’t catch a breath but he didn’t want her to see his weakness. Levi started poking at he food, to give the appearance of doing something. And then it was there; sweet breath and he was sure she hadn’t noticed a thing. ================================== Malory watched his panic attack and wanted to cry. She tried to help, and he seemed to just be getting worse, not better. Should she stop now? No! She made up her mind. He needed her. He was always there for her. She was not going to give up on him. She thought it best not to mention his brief panic attack, so instead, she pretended not to have seen it. “Thank you for the breakfast Malory.” He seemed to be normal, again and she was relieved. “You’re very welcome little one.” She watched his face for any reaction, and sure enough she saw his eyes grow wider for a second and then he turned his face back to his food. He’s thinking too much, she decided. No better time than now. “I want to talk about something, and,” she pulled the pacifier out of her pocket and ran it under some running water, “I don’t want any words out of your mouth until I’m finished. Open up.” She held out the pacifier to him, but his mouth remained shut. I thought you like this baby stuff. Why are you being so stubborn? “Please Levi?” Levi looked into her eyes for, what felt like, ages before he acquiesced and opened his mouth. ===================================== A twinge of shame… ===================================== Malory popped the pacifier into his mouth and then smiled triumphantly. “We both know you have had a hard time lately, and I believe you are thinking too much. So…” She took a deep breath, “So… I’m going to be your babysitter today.” The words spilled out of her mouth so fast, she was worried Levi hadn’t been able to understand them. Malory took another deep breath and calmed herself. If I’m going to be the authority figure here, I need to be sure of myself. “Yes,” her voice had already lost its shakiness and she smiled to herself, “starting now, and going until you wake up in the morning tomorrow, I will be your babysitter and you will be my charge.” Levi’s eyes were now wide as dinner plates and he was now rhythmically sucking on the pacifier. ===================================== Why was he getting his hopes up? This never went well for him in the long run. What if this ruined things between him and Malory? What if they were already ruined? He wanted it. Despite all the warning bells going off in his head, despite his fear of rejection, despite the heartache building in his chest, he wanted it. That’s what happened. That’s what always happened. His hopes were his downfall, but he was never strong enough to turn them off. ===================================== She saw him nod his head and she felt a mix of relief and fear. The truth of the matter was that she was in uncharted water. She understood the concept of the fetish, but concepts were rarely a good representation of things in practice. Malory really wished she had thought this out more before committing to the thing, but the cat was out of the bag now. How was she going to start? She knew were she should start, but she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that. Malory reached over and pulled the pacifier out of Levi’s mouth, with a loud pop. She giggled as he blushed and then leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “You eat up while I work on getting you ready for the day.” Without another word, Malory left the kitchen and entered Levi’s room. ===================================== She was in his room. He already knew she must have been going though his baby stuff before, because she had found his pacifier and bottle. However, knowing she was there, doing the same thing, while he had to just let it happen, was almost too embarrassing to bare. Levi brought the fork to his mouth but the eggs slipped off and fell back to the plate. Is she really going to do what I think she’s going to? Was he really okay with her going though his things? Well, it didn’t matter now, she was already in there, had already seen all of his shame. Well… not all of it. The shame inside was still his and only his. After the longest twenty minutes of his life, he looked down and realized he had bearly touched his food. Being honest with himself, he knew it didn’t matter how long he sat there, he wouldn’t have been able to swallow another bite. Still not mentally ready, Levi stood up anyway, and walked toward his closed bedroom door. Feeling it would be wrong to just open the door, he knocked, feeling silly. “Come in!” ====================================== Malory had been debating with herself, nearly, the whole time. In front her her lay two objects. To her right sat a white and green diaper with little monsters playing all over the thick disposable. To her left sat a pair of cloth training pants housing numerous zoo animals designs. Which one should I pick? Both looked foreign to her. Yes, she had changed her fair share of diapers and training pants in her life, but the size of these undergarments instantly took her out of her comfort zone. If I pick the training pants, he can put them on himself and wouldn’t that be less embarrassing for him. No.. she had just realized her problem. She wasn’t thinking about his insecurities, she was thinking about hers. If this was going to work, she needed to get him to trust her. Malory needed to think what was best for her baby, and if she was honest with herself, she knew what he wanted and needed. She heard a knock on the door. Putting the training pants back in the bin, she grabbed the thick diaper, as well as some baby powder, and a changing mat, and lay them all out on the bed. “Come in!”

Page 6 Chapter 2 Friday May 17th 2013 Dakota parked his car and got out, brushing his chest against the door frame. “Oww,” he said and massaged around his nipples, they had been sore on and off for a couple of days. When he had mentioned it to Amy she joked that he must be about to start his period. Dakota walked to the back door of the Post Office and punched a code into a well worn keypad. “Good afternoon,” he said to the supervisor before grabbing his big rolling trash can. The supervisor said hello, and went back to his screen, watching company educational videos seemed to be a big part of his day. Dakota had been working as a janitor for the Postal Service for nearly a year. He made more in 25 hours a week than he did at his old job in 30, and the work was so laid back, he showed up, gathered up trash, dusted, swept the floor, cleaned toilets, and wiped off some counters. The schedule was easy to work around his three college classes. Dakota made his rounds by each of the carrier’s cases, the office was mostly empty, the city carriers were out, but a couple of rural carriers, Chuck and Dawn, were back in the office early. Chuck was 50 something, wearing his trademark dirty khaki shorts, hole filled XXXL T-shirt, and sour disposition. Dawn on the other hand was 20 something, long blond hair, and always sunny .“Well have you seen Obama’s latest screw up,” Chuck asked as Dakota emptied his trash can. “No I haven't been to Kenya lately,” Dakota said dryly as returned the tall can. Dawn laughed out loud and stuck her tongue out at Chuck, “Why can’t you realize that no one wants to talk politics with you Chuck.: “It’s hard to talk about something you don’t understand,” he replied. “I don’t want to understand it, nothing good comes out of politics,” Dawn replied and before Chuck could respond she turned to Dakota and changed the subject. “Dakota, have you been using something new on your skin, it’s looking really nice,” Dawn asked as Dakota emptied her can. “Umm… No, I guess not,” he replied.

Once I’m finished securing funding and material costs return to normal I’ll be building my detached garage.

Thanks for reading, we're rounding the final twists and turns at end of the race, and I hope you guys had fun with this zany story about a sleepover, alien body snatchers, and diapers. There are 30 chapters and an Epilogue. I hoped to be finished by August 1st, but that didn't happen, I'm taking my time when it comes to wrapping up 'Without Merit'. I'm aiming for Chapter 28 next week, and I plan on releasing Chapter 29, 30, and Epilogue at the same time on a later date. This is mostly a 'setup' chapter, preparing for a final showdown at the lake house. 27 Light and dark worked differently now that he was fully under its spell, the world lacked color, meaning, purpose. It was him and his mommies, and his delightful diaper. Marisa was right, it didn’t hurt, because it didn’t feel like anything at all. This was the good life. A worry free existence that came with the sacrifice of his soul, his reason for being, and his daily illusion of free will. They were back at the lake house, in the pink room, his room. However, he would’ve preferred the walls to be more of a robin's egg blue, maybe with yellowish dandelion accents, and he needed his Pokémon posters to be on the walls. “Adam, wake up. Come on, come on — wake up. It’s not too late.” Who was this black haired girl? Is she a mommy, too? Through the grayish haze she certainly looked like one. Adam managed to fully open his eyes but that was a bad idea. All he saw was color, oversaturated, way too bright, a blinding kaleidoscope of rainbow. He hated it. He also hated how this mommy kept jostling him around, he wanted to go back to his nap. Maybe not feel alive for a few more hours, maybe a few more days. But this mommy, she didn’t want him to take a nap. Why? He was so sleepy from going shopping, the oldest mommy told him that he was so good, that they had such a big day. The blonde mommy wanted him to take a nap, she whispered how tonight was going to be a big night, too. Adam had no idea what she wanted, but she certainly wanted it. The pretty mommy with honey-colored hair, the one who saved him from his old life, the one who pushed the pain away, she didn’t say anything at all to him. Did he do something wrong? Now, back to this little mommy, she was having a frowny face day. She looked scared, confused, and kept pulling him around and snapping her fingers in his ears. Maybe this little mommy needed a mommy of her own, he had three, he was willing to share, maybe give her the older, cranky mommy, or the blonde one who kept kissing his neck and rubbing his diaper. No, he kind of liked that mommy for some reason. However, the honey haired mommy belonged to him. “Adam, you’re strong, you can break free of this, I know you can do it.” Katie yanked the pacifier out from his mouth. “Wha—“ His mouth felt raw, loose like jelly, slick and wet with saliva. Katie had a pacifier between her fingers, held away like it still had cooties on it, a long string of drool dripped from the bulb. “Earth to Adam, anyone home?” Katie frantically waved a hand in front of his face, trying to get any semblance of attention. “Come on, I need you to snap out of it because we’re running out of time.” “Ti-me?” Adam stuttered, still dumbfounded by actual existence. “Alright, can’t say I didn’t warn you,” Katie sighed. She took a hand and slid it against his cheek before bringing it back with a vengeance. Slap! “Owie!” Adam cried out and held his cheek while kicking his legs. AKA Toddler death throes. He didn’t like this mommy at all, she was now the mean mommy. Write it down, M-E-A-N, that’s how she was going down in history. Katie brought the back of her hand against his other cheek. Adam saw stars, brightly colored and mesmerizing, his vision blurred from the pain, but his mind was one slap closer to normal. His thoughts became clearer, especially after she started shaking him. His brain rattling about his skull was quite the wake up call. Smack. Mean mommy wasn’t even a real mommy, she was a Katie. A girl who stayed at home to come up with a plan. A plan to do what? Smack. Ouch. The world sprang back into color, connections reformed between his senses and brain, and the personality that made him Adam awoke from a long nap. Katie pulled another hand back, she looked focused and concerned, and a lot better rested than she did that morning. She must have taken a little nap herself. Another hand came his way, and he softly grabbed it from the air. “Stop! Stop! I’m awake, just stop hitting me!” Adam whined. “Finally! You were starting to scare me.” Katie shifted back on her haunches, leaving Adam sitting on the pink bed. Her entire posture changed, from rigid to relaxed, the crease in her brow disappeared, and most importantly, she stopped slapping him. Adam rubbed his cheek and glowered. “Did you even think about using a mirror before beating me up? You know, like we talked about.” “It must have slipped my mind,” Katie answered, it looked like she found the whole slapping thing mildly entertaining. “You’ve been totally out of it ever since you got home over an hour ago. The way you just sat and drooling on yourself, I thought you were gone for good.” “I guess I’m back now.” Adam smacked his lips together a couple of times. “Why does my mouth taste like bananas?” “We chopped some up, and I fed you with a spoon.” “Was there a bib involved?” Adam felt around the back of his neck for a lingering sensation of velcro. “What do you think, Adam?” Katie snapped. “You were nothing but a baby zombie when they pulled you out of the car. And this paci? I almost needed the freaking jaws of life to get it out of your mouth.” “Well, you see how you do when you’re abandoned like I was in a baby store,” Adam pouted. Katie protested, “I’m just saying —“ Adam held up his hands. “Look, do you have a plan or what? I freaking lost to this thing out there. This wasn’t like before, I was totally gone, and it felt like dying. Are you going to help me or just get out of my way?” “You talk mighty tough for a guy with Elmo on his ass,” Katie fired back. “What?” Adam looked down and saw he was wearing a Pamper. There was a lovely smiling Elmo on his crotch, but he’d have to take her word for the one on his bottom. He looked back up at her with a confused look on his face, then hastily covered up his diaper with frantic hands. “What happened to my shorts?” Katie just laughed. “There’s nothing funny about any of this,” Adam complained. “I hate being someone else’s joke.” “Adam, if you could only see the way you look when you’re angry in a diaper, it’s hilarious.” Adam pointed a finger at her. “That sounds like something the Entity would say, I’m not so sure about you anymore.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Katie asked. “Are you questioning my allegiance or something?” “That’s exactly what I’m doing,” huffed Adam. “Fine, fine. I totally understand why you’re paranoid, but this should make you trust me.” Katie fished around her jean pocket and pulled out a small make-up mirror, similar to one his mom carried in her purse. It made him wonder if his mom was still his mom, or was she already something else. He shuddered. Things were serious now, much more so than this morning. His rapid descent into babyhood was similar to a playground slide, steeper at the bottom and almost impossible to climb back up again. She shifted closer to him on the pink bed, and held the mirror open and facing the both of them. It was like they were taking a selfie. The reflection would tell them everything, Adam looked at the mirror and into Katie’s normal looking eyes. There wasn’t a hint of red anywhere, he breathed a sigh of relief. It was stupid to think that she’d change teams, but that business with Charity scared him into paranoid territory. The cheerleader jumped ship in a matter of seconds. The mirror slowly rotated onto Adam. His eyes glowed blue, but this time, it wasn’t going away. The effects of this thing were becoming permanent, did that mean he was still under control? Adam wished there was a guidebook for all of this: ‘Your Entity and you’. Despite the rough day, the thought made him grin, so did the ridiculous nature of the entire weekend. He had to assume the strange things that happened were more real than the normal things that happened. In the real world there was a well-orchestrated charade meant to humiliate him, this supernatural side dish only wanted to reveal a vast town wide conspiracy. He still wanted to fight back, so he wasn’t totally under It’s control. However, to do that, he needed a plan; but that’s why Katie was here, because she had a good plan. “So, what do we do next?” Adam asked. Katie looked trepidatious again; why was she so concerned? She was the one chilling all morning coming up with a plan, he was the one suffering behind enemy lines. “Alright, I came up with somewhat of a plan, but you may not like it.” Adam already didn’t like it. “Okay, give it to me.” Adam sat down on the crumpled oversized unicorn he rode the night before. His thicker diaper buoyed him a bit before he could finally get comfortable and settle. Katie used her hands to talk when she was excited. However, she wasn’t frantically snapping her fingers like this morning during her brainstorm. This time her hands were flattened and knife-like, like she was about to karate chop the air with her rhetoric. “I figured the best way to pull the others out of their trance is to expose them all at the same time. I believe that they’re like a virus, and contagious, and they will reinfect one another if they’re given any chance. I don’t want to play ‘whack-a-mole’ with this unseen force that we’re against.” Adam nodded. This was good stuff, he had tried the ‘divide and conquer’ technique at Webber’s to disastrous results. He would need to tell Katie all about what happened there, after she told him their new strategy. “So I thought, what’s the best way to capture all of their madness at the same time?” Katie waited a moment to let it sink in, her ‘karate hands’ finally came to a stop. “A picture, or photograph, like your weird dream girl told you. However, I don’t think I can convince the ‘It’ to stand in front of the mirror and look at themselves, especially all at the same time. Even one by one would make ‘It’ suspicious of us — if it isn’t already.” “Oh, it’s onto us,” Adam muttered, “and ‘It’ doesn’t care if we know or not.” The Entity was in the bragging stage of the game, spiking the football, running up the score and rubbing their faces in it. It knew it was winning, so did Adam, but he didn’t want to ruin her good mood with the truth. Still, he had to tell her what happened at the store. “You’re going to have to tell me more,” Katie said. Adam took the time to explain Diane, which could have taken all day, because that bitch was crazy. He told her the important stuff, so it wouldn’t throw off whatever she cooked up. He may have left out the parts about the pair of wet diapers and the changing table handjob. Katie didn’t need to know ALL the details. “I figured this would eventually come into the equation,” Katie surmised. “I’m not surprised by what happened, we should’ve figured that something this strange couldn’t be kept to the confines of the lake house.” “But how far does it go?” Adam looked grim. “That doesn’t matter, at least not to us. The most beautiful part of this plan is how quick we can turn the tables.” “Hear me out. I spent a lot of time thinking about your dream, I think it’s the most important part of your, let’s say, ‘experience’. Are you following me?” Adam nodded, he was mostly distracted by her active hands, but he was hearing bits and pieces. “This guru-girl told you two very important things. The first is that ‘it didn’t matter for her’, which means that this has happened before. The second wasn’t so direct, but I picked it up after kicking it around in my head a bit. The reason she called pictures ‘photographs’ and she hummed weird songs that you didn’t recognize — she’s from a different time, Adam.” “And?” Adam didn’t want to be rude, but if this was the best she could do, he was in deep doo-doo. “Don’t you get it? That girl was from a time where photographs and mirrors were the only way to see yourself for who you really are.” “Yeah, I picked that up myself,” Adam snapped, he was getting mildly impatient. “Just explain how this is supposed to help me?” Katie grinned a wicked grin, pulled her smartphone free from her pocket and held it up for Adam to see. Oh! This girl was smart. “The Entity has never dealt with one of these before,” Katie proclaimed with a smile. “Tell me, what’s better than a picture that says ‘a thousand words’? A video which shows a thousand pictures. We are going to nuke them with so much revelation, in so little time, that It won’t be able to fight back.” “This might just work,” Adam muttered as he stood up from the bed. He started excitedly pacing the pink room, Pamper rustling with every step, but that did little to hamper his improving mood. He stopped and turned back to Katie, who was already awaiting his questions with a twinkle in her eye. “What if the revelation makes things worse?” Adam asked. “How can it get much worse for you, Adam?” Katie confidently answered. “You’re hanging on your last rung, you can’t get much lower than you are now. Like dying, remember? We are going to strike fast and strike hard, that’s our only chance to undo this thing.” “And if this doesn’t work, what happens then?” The room got quiet real fast as the conversation was sucked from the air between them, creating a space where they could cringe together without a single word. They didn’t want to think about it not working, Adam couldn’t bear the thought, he’d lost already, and he had no idea how he was able to break free from It’s final grasp. Katie stood up and hugged him, held him tightly in her arms. “It’s going to work, Adam. Something just tells me that this is going to work. You’ve got to have faith in yourself, you are stronger than you think. I have no idea how you’ve pulled through this weekend, but I need you to do one final thing, then you can be free.” Still, it sounded easy enough. A simple plan to follow like a path away from diaper dependency and mind control, an actual path to freedom. “Alright, I’m game,” Adam conceded. “What do I need to do?” Katie took a painful swallow, so Adam did the same. “Now, this is the part you might not like as much.” Katie let the anticipation reach its peak before telling him the rest. “The only way we can be sure that they’re glowing is by putting a baby in the room. You’re going to have to pretend that you’re that baby, and go into complete baby mode.” Complete baby mode. Adam didn’t like the sound of that at all, the plan started losing its shine real quick. He unconsciously ran a pair of fingers across the Pamper at his waist, he didn’t know how much more like a baby he could become; thanks to the Entity, he’d picked up nasty habits like sucking his thumb, wetting his pants, and actually doing the poopy dance. Adam asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’re going to have to act like the cutest baby in the world to draw them all out. If you play your part, the Entity won’t be able to contain itself, it will come for you, but first we have to complete the look.” “Complete the look?” Adam trailed off. Katie motioned towards the Pikachu footie pajamas, an adult sized footie with snaps at the crotch for quicker diaper changes. This was undoubtedly worse than the sailor suit he’d worn for that play, easily the most embarrassing thing he’d ever been asked to wear. “I don’t think I need to tell you how I feel about this.” Adam began to feel ill, and he hoped his face showed it. “There are too many variables, too many things that could go wrong. You know martial arts, can’t you just kick them or something?” “It’s not just about you, Adam. Even if we were able to break out and escape, we’d be leaving our friends under It’s control. I know you think they deserve it, but the right thing to do is give them a chance to get away. If this doesn’t work, I’ll kick them — Charity first.” Adam pointed to a small purple box gently laying upon the footie pajamas. Tiny and sinister, like a little clown with a butcher knife. “What’s that?” “That’s a laxative,” Katie answered, “it’s like a diuretic but for your, you know —“ She pointed to her butt. “Oh, jeez!” Adam groaned. When Katie mentioned ‘complete baby mode’, she meant everything she said. Adam began to feel trepidation himself; it was one thing to mess yourself because the Entity tricked you into doing it. Something all together different to do it to yourself, like homicide vs suicide. Oh jeez, that was awfully morbid. “Just to be clear, I’m going to be um.. pooping myself on purpose?” “You’re correct,” clarified Katie. “Would you like to see my eyes again?” “No, no. I trust you.” Adam barely trusted her, but he was out of allies. Her plan had faults but it was better than anything he could come up with on his own. There was a baby bottle filled with milk next to the laxative, it was most likely something to help him stomach the medicine. That’s what he had to do, stomach the medicine. ‘Going with the flow’ meant executing the best plan to the fullest, and if that meant dirtying a diaper, that’s what he would have to do. They were on a time limit, he’d have to go undercover and hope for the best. Katie had his back. “Let me help you get dressed, Adam.” He went into the footsie feet first, then he laid on his back as Katie sealed his crotch with the snaps, one at a time. He felt snug as a bug as she zipped him into the suit. Flipped over the hood so it looked like he had little yellow ears. Life was pain. “They’re not going to be able to hide their true nature from you, Adam.” Katie struggled to stifle a smile, covering her mouth with her hand as if this was as serious as a funeral. Adam wished it was his funeral. The oversized footie was uncomfortably hot, and how would he put it? Mortifying. Still, if this was what it would take to win, he’d gladly do it. That resolve bubbled up again. The last dagger hidden in his boot was a small bottle of purple stuff, it had recommended dosage measurements on the side of the box, but those could be ignored in emergency situations like this. He twisted off the cap, and held it up for Katie to see. “Bottoms up.” And Adam chugged down the laxative without a care for its oncoming consequence. Of course, it tasted nasty. Adam quickly picked up the bottle of milk and put the plastic nipple between his lips and began to suck. The muscle memory was similar to a pacifier, a familiar movement like riding a bike. Katie grinned. “What?” Adam pulled the bottle free from his mouth. “It’s nothing,” Katie placated. “It’s obviously something, you wouldn’t be all sheepish if it was nothing.” “I just like seeing a plan come together, I know I’m weird.” “It’s got to be something more than that,” Adam prodded. “Alright, fine. When we first picked you up in the SUV, I thought you were the biggest wussy weakling in the world. But now, I can’t imagine how tough this weekend was, but you’re so brave that you keep on kicking.” Adam smirked. “So you’re saying that I’m changing, to avoid needing changing.” “I wouldn’t say that much, especially after you just downed a whole sample-sized bottle of laxative.” Katie bit her lip to keep in a laugh, then let it out anyways. “You’re going to need changing before it’s all said and done.” Adam and Katie shared a moment of gallows humor, laughing together too hard, until their ribs ached and both fell back onto the mattress. When it’s all over the best you can do is laugh at how it ends. “Why are you laughing, Katie? I’m not the one having to change this diaper.” Adam crossed his arms, and glared at her, a move he’d picked up from the girls this weekend. “I’m not dealing with this disaster,” Katie corrected him. “I’m the one holding the camera, but rumor has it, that Marisa is on diaper duty.” Oh, jeez. Adam laughed along with her, it was pretty funny loading a diaper for ‘perfection personified’ Marisa. She’s going to need a lot of wipes for the first diaper that she’d have to change. He gave Katie a sly grin. “Then, let’s go out with a bang, but hopefully not a blow out.”

I’ve been unpotty training for about 4 years now. And I wet small amounts about every 15-20 minutes. Honestly it’s not even that diapers are easier than using the potty, staying dry has become too difficult for me at this point. I dont even know if I’m capable of staying dry any more.

Chapter Five: The First Diaper of the Rest of Your Life The bet didn’t start for a week. After a bit of research, everyone had decided that the diapers from the local pharmacy wouldn’t cut it - Grace agreed because of quality, and Pierce agreed because they just weren’t embarrassing enough. After some negotiations, they’d found an adult diaper with teddy prints on it, which had a sufficient capacity for the bet. It’d take a week to arrive, so that became the deadline to start. In addition, Pierce had some other shopping to do. He wouldn’t tell Grace what, but she spotted him smirking at his phone while he was shopping, occasionally pausing to ask what her measurements were. It was… a bit unsettling, but Grace would power through. If he got her even a week’s worth of different outfits, it’d be a waste of money, because he wasn’t going to last a week. The day, finally, came. A box the size of an old tube TV showed up on their porch, and when Skip brought it in and opened it up, they found it full of diapers. (No more putting it off, then…) First things first. Brains insisted on calling another house meeting. “The time is one PM, Saturday,” he said, checking his smart watch. “Grace, if you want to use the toilet or anything, now’s your last chance.” “I’m good,” Grace said. “Pierce, are you ready?” “Yeah, duh,” he said. “Okay then. Then I guess… Get started.” Melody was on the couch, but she wasn’t even paying attention. She’d been texting some girl for the past two days, but Grace suspected that her friend wasn’t distracted by a girl - she just didn’t want to contribute to the meeting. “Sorry, Mels,” Grace said, stretching out as though she were getting ready to do something physically demanding. After a moment, she realized she was psyching herself up to do something challenging, and stopped. (This won’t be challenging. I just need to outlast Pierce. Freakin’ Pierce.) Pierce left the living room, ran upstairs, and came back down a second later with a large rectangular bag. It was decorated with a print of baby blocks, and its purpose was unmistakable - it was going to be Grace’s diaper bag. From inside, he produced a roll-up changing mat, which he threw out on the floor, grinning. “Get on the mat, baby!” he said. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” Skip commented from the couch. “I just can’t wait to see Grace squirm when she can’t micromanage everything,” Pierce replied. Grace didn’t have much of a retort to that, she’d just have to prove him wrong by not squirming. Kicking off her sandals, she laid down on the mat. Of course, Pierce took his sweet time. He could put care into something if he wanted to, he just usually lacked the stamina to actually want to. By tomorrow, he’d already be bored of the pageantry. For now, though… He carefully laid out a diaper, powder, wipes, and a tube of rash cream, alongside a few folded fabric somethings in pastel colors. “Now, I don’t think the clothes you’re wearing are appropriate at all,” he said, making a loud ‘tsk’ sound with his tongue. “We’d better get the baby into something more ‘age appropriate’.” “If you think this is going to get under my skin, you’re dead wrong,” Grace replied, slipping out of her jeans and folding them neatly, then doing the same with her top, before laying back and crossing her arms. Pierce did the honors with her panties, slipping them off her legs. “Say goodbye to these!” “For, what, an hour? Two?” Grace snorted. “See if I care.” “I think the lady does too much protesting,” Pierce said. Grace furrowed her brow and leaned up a bit. “The quote is-” “I know what the quote is.” He beamed at her. “But I also knew you couldn’t resist correcting me. Lay back down, baby butt.” She laid back down, groaning as he opened the box of wipes. Melody sat up. “Yeah, we don’t need to be here for this. I’m peacing out.” “Me too,” Skip said, getting up off the couch. “Uh… yeah…” Brains added. They were left alone as Pearce took out a wipe, reaching down to start the process. . “Y’know, I showered like three hours ago,” Grace said. “This is- JEEZ! How is that so cold?” “I kept them in my minifridge,” Pearce snickered. “Gotta make sure it’s nice and refreshing!” Grace shivered and crossed her arms, putting up with the frigid baby wipes as Pearce ‘cleaned her’, one wipe at a time. “This feels like cheating,” Grace complained. “It’s one thing to- Oh come on!” “What?” Pearce asked, innocently, as he squirted a glob of rash cream into his hands. “I get penalized if you get a rash, and this stuff prevents it. I’m not taking that risk!” He started massaging the chalky cream into her skin, working with painful slowness to ensure it was worked into her thighs and butt. He didn’t get fresh with her, at least - that would have been a bridge too far for their relationship - but everything else he could do to make the process last an uncomfortably long period of time, he did. By the time he wiped off his hands and reached for the baby powder, Grace was regretting things. Sure, he’d be bored of this soon, but even just a couple diaper changes like this would be excruciating. “Bottoms up!” he said, after sprinkling baby powder in the general area that would be covered by her diaper. She lifted up off the ground so he could slide the diaper into place, fussing and straightening it too many times to be reasonable. “Hmm,” he said. “I don’t know about this.” “About what?” Grace asked. “Well it just seems like you’re having a bad time already,” Pierce said, smirking. “I don’t want to put you through something awful. Are you sure you don’t want to just back out now?” “Just put the diaper on me, asshole,” Grace said, lying back in frustration. He did, pulling the four sticky tapes snugly onto the landing strip. “Now, time to get you dressed!” he said. “I know you’ve got stuff to do around the house today, so I picked something nice and practical. Sit up, and raise your arms.” “No,” Grace said. “No?” Pierce raised an eyebrow. “Do I need to get Brains in here to go over the rules?” “You get to ‘ensure’ I’m clothed properly,” Grace said. “You don’t get to dress me. I can do that myself, thank you very much.” Reaching for the clothes, Grace unfolded the first article. It was a baby blue onesie, nothing too awful or embarrassing - it was really just a blue T shirt with crotch snaps. She started to pull it over her head, ignoring Pierce’s insinuations that he would get to dress her. “I don’t know about that,” Pierce said. “What if you dress yourself wrong? It doesn’t seem like I can ensure that you’re dressed right unless I’m the one who puts the clothes on you.” Pausing, Grace smirked. “Okay, you want to dress me?” “Yes,” Pierce said. “Fine. Dress me,” Grace said, letting her body go completely limp with the onesie halfway on. She flopped back on the changing mat, and didn’t even help a little bit when Pierce grabbed her arms and pulled her back up into a sitting position. He grunted, trying to get her arm through the sleeve. If he let her go, she would flop right back down, so it was an awkward effort to try and grab her arm to put it through the sleeve while holding her upright. “How- are you- so- heavy?” “Hey!” Grace objected, delighted at how much he was struggling. “That’s a hell of a thing to say!” “Then stop being dead weight!” Pierce groaned. “Nope! You wanted to dress me,” Grace said. He finally had a good idea and reached through her sleeve from the outside, grabbed her wrist, and pulled it through. With the arm in place, it wasn’t that hard to reach under her diaper and grab the bottom flap of the onesie so it could be buttoned in place, though Grace deliberately shifted her weight partway through so she was sitting on his arm and he had to lift her off him. “Okay…” he panted. “Fine. You’re dressed.” “Uh, no,” Grace said. “You picked out a whole outfit for me. If you thought this is ‘appropriately dressed’, you wouldn’t have gotten all that other stuff out.” His face fell as he looked down at the other clothes he’d piled up. “Not so much fun anymore, is it?” she asked, sticking out her tongue at him. He rolled his eyes. “Okay, so you’re a brat of a baby. I don’t care. Kids are brats.” Grabbing the next article of clothing, he unfolded it. (Oh. There’s the awful embarrassing thing.) It was a pair of pink shortalls, with the word ‘BABY’ emblazoned on the front. On the one hand… (Ugh). On the other… that was going to be a pain in the ass to dress her in. Pierce, at least, had worked out a system. Reaching through the bottom of a leg hole, he grabbed her ankle and pulled her leg through, one at a time, then flopped her body forward to get the straps over her shoulders. This is going to be fun, after all, she thought, as he got the buckles done up. “There,” he said. “Ah, I see a pair of socks right there,” Grace said. “Uggghh…” Pierce said, rolling the socks onto her feet. “There. Done. You’re on your own ‘till you need a change.” “I haven’t had lunch yet,” Grace said.” “But it’s after-” Pierce threw up his arms. “Fine. Give me a minute to prepare it and stuff.” Grace grinned. (Okay, I am loving this. He is SO mad.) “Now, question for you- would you rather have the mashed turkey dinner, or the strained peas today?” Pearce asked, amusement twinkling in his eyes again. (Wait, what.) Feedback is always appreciated! Hey, if you like my writing, maybe consider subscribing to my newsletter? You'll get my writing emailed to you every week when it comes out, plus you'll also get a free download link for a 10,000 word novella, "Delta Lambda's Little Stinker", a story featuring magic, college hazing, and very, very messy diapers.

Chapter 29: Tot's Nursery “Charlie?” ‘Wait... Madison...? No, you don’t mean... that Madison? The one she used to date? Baby crazy, cruel Madison?’ “Madison, what are you doing here?” Charlie asked. “I’m just doing some shopping. What about you? What are you doing with a little?” “We’re also shopping. She’s... she’s my new little.” “Oh how the mighty have fallen. I knew it would only be a matter of time before you gave in.” “Yes but Madison, whilst you adopt littles because you want something to own and control and post on social media, I adopted this little angel because she needed it.” “Yeah yeah, whatever. Still, you broke up with me because of exactly this. Yet you go and do it eventually anyway.” “Again, she was in trouble and I offered her the choice.” “Ugh! Bleeding heart Charlie. You’re just lucky you got her first, for a while I had my eye on her.” “Wait, you know Livie?” Charlie asked, looking down at me, as I was clenching my fists. “Yeah I tried adopting her a couple of times. First time I chased her down a street after making her look like she wet her pants. I would have gotten her if someone hadn’t gotten in my way.” I could tell by her face that she didn’t realise it was Charlie who got in her way that night. And I could tell by Charlie’s face that she had only just realised that she was the one to stop her ex-girlfriend from adopting me. “And the second time I very nearly had her. But her stupid Amazon friend stopped me. Gave me a right good spanking too, humiliating me in front of the whole place. She’s lucky you adopted her otherwise she’d be in a nursery with me, and she’d have no teeth and no walking and no thoughts. After that day I gave up on trying to adopt her, she didn’t seem worth it.” I shuddered at the thought that that could have been my fate if it wasn’t for Charlie and Mal. “And there’s the Maddy I know. Cruel little bitch who takes out her pain and suffering on poor innocent littles.” “Fuck you Charlie. You’re not so high and mighty now that you’ve got your own little. All your ‘littles should be free’ nonsense is just that, nonsense.” “Look Maddy, what happened between us was a mistake. And I don’t know why you want or wanted little Livie, but she’s mine now. And if you do try anything...” “Yeah yeah. I only wanted her because I got a dress from her and then my little escaped. No idea how, and frankly, I don’t care. But this little brat was the first one I knew that wasn’t adopted, so figured I’d try for her.” ‘Wait... so she didn’t have a clue about her little and I? That I helped them escape? That it was my dress that had helped them do that? It was purely coincidence? Jeez, and all this time I was worried she was onto us. She clearly isn’t as intelligent as I thought she was.’ “Just... don’t come near her. Or you’ll regret it. And if you think I need Malcolm to do that for me... you never really knew me.” “Ugh, so you know that guy too? Whatever. Keep your little brat. She’s not that cute anyway.” Madison howled, as she walked away in a huff. Charlie held me closer and stroked my hair, taking a minute to calm down. I let my face come out from Charlie’s chest and I looked her in the eyes. “You... you dated her?” “Yeah. I’m so sorry for all that. For her. For everything.” “That night...” “I figured. I didn’t realise it was her at the time; it was all a blur when I got your bag back. But now I’m doubly glad I helped you that night. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let her get a hold of you.” “Yeah she was also the one who force fed me a bottle of milk at the diner with Mal. I didn’t know what had happened to her, but I’m glad Mal didn’t go too extreme.” “I’m so sorry for her...” “Hey, it’s not your fault. She’s the bitch.” “Language, baby!” “...Sowwy Mummy.” “Look, let’s just get this over with, I need to get you home and snuggle you.” Charlie put me back into my pram and was about to hand me my drink, but grabbed a baby bottle she had brought and poured the drink into that. “Gotta keep up appearances baby, even with normal drinks.” I nodded as she handed me the bottle and I took it, sucking the teat as I lay back in the pram. After a few minutes we arrived at Tot’s Nursery. “Remember babygirl, no breaking character.” I nodded and we entered the store. We were instantly greeted by a member of staff. “Hi there! Welcome to Tot’s Nursery, the store for all your Nursery needs! How may I help you today?” “Hi... Um... Is Marianne here?” Charlie asked. The greeter was obviously hoping to get the sale, so he was visibly pissed. “Yeah, she’s over there.” He said dejectedly and pointed towards the service counter.” We walked over to the counter and saw Marianne, the girlfriend who had ended up adopting her boyfriend, Stephen. “Hi guys!” She said, instantly recognising us. “Hi there!” Charlie said. Marianne looked down at me in the pram. “What... oh you’re that little who Stephen picked on aren’t you? Oh dear. Someone ended up being just as mature as my little Stevie!” “Yeah, she was starting to get behind on rent and stuff, and she asked me to adopt her.” “Good thinking little Miss, littles shouldn’t have to worry about rent or anything, just filling your nappies, playing with toys and looking cute! And must I say, you look adorable.” “She is so precious. Anyway, Dorothy sent us. Said you may be able to get us a deal on some stuff? I only recently adopted Livie here and have yet to put together a nursery for her, so we’re kinda needing a bit of everything.” “Oooh good idea. And for you two lovely ladies I’ll happily give you the friend discount.” “That’s so kind of you.” Charlie said, smiling. Throughout this whole interaction I just kept my mouth shut. I figured if I didn’t say anything, I wouldn’t give the game away. Helped that I had my dummy in the whole time. “So, whilst we’re here, have you got a tracking bracelet?” “I haven’t.” “Well you may want to think about getting one. They are fantastic. They make it so your little can be tracked at any time in case someone takes them, and they clearly show that she is adopted, putting off anyone who may think about taking her. You also can’t take them off without your own special key.” “Well that is interesting. That would be a good idea. My little princess has had a few people try to take her and I often worry about that.” “And what’s best is that it’s connected to the adoption registry. So if there are any complications, she can just be scanned and your adoption licence will pop up, proving that you are her Mummy.” ‘Shit. Adoption licence. We hadn’t thought about that. And clearly Charlie was thinking the same thing as she looked down at me in panic. We couldn’t fake that, although David could hack into it, he had managed to in the past with Sam, but even then I didn’t want to legally be adopted by her just in case our relationship went public.’ “Maybe we’ll get one next time, I’d like to do a bit of research into it before I commit.” Charlie said, trying her best to make her lie realistic. “Okay then, how about we go look at furniture?” Thankfully Marianne didn’t seem to be questioning Charlie’s answer, so she wasn’t suspicious. “Oh I know! How about you go put little Livie in the playpen with my little Stevie and we can go dash about the store picking out everything for this little cutie’s nursery?” “Oh I don’t know...” “Oh it’s perfectly safe. Only staff member’s littles use it, and we don’t often bring them in. It’s completely safe, no customers can get in. I’m making an exception for you because you’re the one who gave me my little Stevie.” I could feel the awkwardness exude from Charlie. She didn’t like that she was responsible for Stephen’s situation, but I figured it was his own fault. If he hadn’t been granted mature status by now, he deserved to be a baby. “Okay then, but if anything happens to her...” “Don’t worry, your baby will be just fine. She can play with some toys with Stevie and get used to being a baby around other babies!” I was pushed towards the back of the store, where there was a brightly coloured playpen behind a glass wall and door. I was lifted up out of my pram by Charlie and I saw that the only occupant of the playpen was Stephen. Unlocking the door and taking us through, Marianne waved at little Stephen. “Hi baby! How’s Mummy’s little poopypants?” Stephen smiled and waved back. He looked like any regressed little. He was in blue shortalls and a baby blue onesie underneath it with little planes and ships on it. He was sucking on a matching blue dummy and was playing with some blocks. I looked around the playpen as I was gently deposited into it, noticing Marianne show Charlie out of the area and locking it behind us, before walking out into the store. The playpen was huge, built mostly of primary colours, and the floor was extra soft and bouncy. The walls were way too high for either of us to scale, toys were scattered around, and in the corner was a large robot that looked a bit out of place. I don’t know what it was, but it gave off a creepy vibe. I looked sheepishly at Stephen. On one hand, I didn’t want to be around a regressed person after the last time... And on the other, if there was anything of him left, it was me who was the cause of his current situation, so if he held any grudges... I just stayed there, silently watching and waiting. Stephen carried on playing with blocks, just completely ignoring me on the other side of the large playpen. He did so for a good ten minutes or so before finally wanting to see who had been put in his playpen. He looked up at me and I could see his head trying to picture where he knew me. That’s when it clicked. “YOU!” ‘Oh shit. He remembered. Charlie, please come back soon. I wonder if this room is soundproofed. We hadn’t thought about any of this.’ “YOU LITTLE BITCH!” he roared. ‘Yup. He remembers me.’ I noticed the robot in the corner moved slightly, as if awakening. “You’re the fucking reason I’m in this fucking shithole situation. If it wasn’t for you I would have been her boyfriend not her fucking baby!” “STEPHEN!” The robot in the corner sprang to life. “THAT IS NAUGHTY LANGUAGE. YOU KNOW YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO USE SUCH NAUGHTY WORDS. THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING.” The thing had nearly given me a heart attack. It must have been some kind of nanny robot thing, activating because of Stephen’s language. It was kinda clunky, not very advanced. It was slow and had sharp movements as opposed to some of the more advanced things I had seen online. It was ancient honestly, the sensors looked knackered and the thing should have been recycled years ago. I’m surprised it even knows what’s going on. “Sorry.” Said Stephen, clenching his fists and backing down. The nanny robot went back to complete silence as Stephen looked at me with eyes that wanted to kill me. I took the dummy out of my mouth. “Look, Stephen, I’m sorry. This wasn’t my fault, it was yours.” “No it wasn’t! I was just doing my job and then you and that fu....stupid big of yours came in and ruined my life!” “You were a jerk. You had no right to handle me like that.” “I had every right to handle you like that. You are nothing but a pathetic baby!” “Look who’s talking!” I smirked. “I’m stuck like this because of YOU! I shouldn’t be dressed like this.” “What happened? Surely you should have had a maturity ruling?” “I... I may have fought a bit too much and said some things at the ruling. I’m on probation. I’m stuck like this for another 6 months, and then I can try again one last time. Then once I’m out of this hellhole, I’m going to adopt you or one of the other pathetic littles and I’ll show everyone just how much of an Amazon I am!” “You’re not an Amazon mate, you’re just a betweener with a superiority complex. No wonder they failed you the first time.” “Shut up! I’ll prove to you and everyone else that I’m better than a little!” “Good luck with that. I wouldn’t want this life forced on anyone, but honestly, you’re a cruel jerk who kinda deserves this.” “Shut up! That’s what Mari... Mummy says.” “Because she’s right!” “Right, I’m going to wipe that smirk off your face. I’m going to paddle your butt so much you won’t be able to sit.” “Fucking bring it, STEVIE.” Stephen started crawling over to me with venom in his voice. “Come here you little...” It was at that moment the robot sprung to life again, detecting bad language. “LANGUAGE! NO NAUGHTY WORDS FROM LITTLE BABIES! THIS IS YOUR FIRST WARNING!” the robot nanny said, not looking at me directly. It could tell I was new and that I was swearing, but... it couldn’t tell where I was. I had an idea. “Fuck! Shit! Piss! Twat!” I yelled. “PUNISHMENT MODE ACTIVATED. COME HERE LITTLE ONE.” The robot nanny slowly made its way over to me, or roughly where I was. It’s sound sensors were obviously working, but the motion sensors were due for an upgrade. So I crawled in the space between Stephen and the nanny bot. ‘Gotta time this just right.’ “FUCK!” I yelled, causing the nannybot to turn and face me, before continuing its path to me. I waited in the middle of the playpen as I had Stephen and the nanny coming for me from each side, until just the right moment, when I leapt out of the way, pushing Stephen into the nannybot. The nannybot grabbed him, pulled him over her knee, and started spanking him until he was crying. ‘Wow, sure glad that isn’t me. That was way too close.’ “WAAAAAAAAAH” cried Stephen as the nannybot thrashed his backside with her hand. I watched for a good two minutes or so of this rustbucket spanking Stephen’s padded butt, fully enjoying the justice that was being dealt whilst I sucked on my dummy, before Charlie rushed into the room. “BABY!” she said as she grabbed me and picked me up out of the playpen, holding me close and rocking me gently. “What happened here? Marianne asked. “Your stupid robot thing scared the living hell out of my baby!” “Sorry, I don’t know how that happened. It usually only activates when it senses bad language or hostility. It’s an old piece of junk that I’ve been trying to get my bosses to replace, but they refuse to do so until it’s completely broken.” Marianne looked me in the eye, ignoring the fact that Stephen’s arse was being pummelled right beside us. “Sweetie, what happened?” I pulled the dummy from my mouth. “Stephen was being nasty, he blamed me and Mummy for what happened to him. He said he’d get me. He said once he was out of this, he’d adopt me or a little and be mean to dem.” Sure, I hated when the twins tattled on me back at Catherine’s place, but Stephen needed to learn some humility. “Thank you for telling me sweetie. Don’t worry, this was Stephen’s last warning.” Marianne went over to a panel on the side and pressed some buttons, revealing footage of what happened. My heart dropped. I mean I wasn’t lying, but I had swore a lot and had tricked the nannybot into grabbing him. Thankfully my fears were allayed when there was no sound, only video. Marianne watched me dive out of the way after Stephen’s aggressive demeanour had led to him rushing at me. The nannybot put Stephen down and he looked up at Marianne with tears in his face. “Oh Stevie. I genuinely wanted you to mature. I hoped that this baby treatment would give you some humility and make you a much more mature person. But obviously you hold a grudge against a helpless baby, which is something far from mature.” She looked at Charlie and I. “I’m so sorry ladies. Stephen was so close to being mature, but I don’t think he will be granted that status at all now. I’m going to have to show this footage to the Judge ruling over his maturity case, and no doubt they’ll make him a full time baby.” Charlie spoke up. “It’s okay, I’m just glad he didn’t hurt Livie here. Shame about Stephen though, I was hoping he’d have matured by now.” “Ah well. He was a much better baby than a boyfriend anyway. And even if he had matured, I’m already seeing someone else.” “I guess Stephen will have a Daddy soon too then.” Stephen looked in fear at his ex-girlfriend. I don’t think he was expecting that. “Anyway, sorry Charlotte, sorry Livie. I hope this hasn’t ruined your experience of Tot’s Nursery, please do come back. Oh and Charlotte, your purchases will arrive later tonight. Thank you for visiting.” “Say bye bye Livie.” Charlie teased. “Bye bye” I said from behind my dummy. I gave a lingering stare at the defeated face of Stephen and smiled at him. Charlie put me back into my pram and pushed me out of the store. “Are you okay baby?” “Yeth Mummy. It was scawy buh nuffin I couldn’t handle.” “My big strong baby. I love you.” “I wuv you too Mummy.” “Now, let’s get home, we’ve got a bunch of things being delivered later, and we’ll have to unpack your stuff as well as all the new things coming. We’ve got a busy evening babygirl!” I pulled my dummy out. “What did you buy?” “That’s a surprise sweetheart, you’ll just have to wait and see!” ========================================================== Thanks for reading, and I hope everyone enjoyed the latest chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I really love reading everyone's comments and feedback and theories! I've just passed the 150k words mark with what I've written so far, which is more than I had ever expected to write. Also I've only got about 15 or so chapters to write, assuming some chapters don't need to be split up or I don't need to add any that could fit in. Then I get writing my second story! Next chapter tomorrow! Nice easy chapter before the one people have been waiting for! 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PART 2: The New Horizon Chapter 15: Be It Ever So Humble... Cassie and I were in the back of a strange car, strapped into booster seats that barely fit us. We were close to an hour outside of town. None of my Amazon co-workers, not Beouf, not Janet, not Zoge, knew where we were. None of our neighbors knew where we were, either (not that they’d care). We couldn’t even reach each other, couldn’t hold hands. Our seats were on opposite sides of the car. Every now and then, we’d steal glances at each other while the driver rambled on and on about what a fun time we were going to have. The rest of the time, I’d look out the window, dreading what was to come for myself if not for Cassie. Cassie just looked at her phone and texted her friends. “Be there soon,” she said. This wasn’t every sane Little’s worst nightmare: We weren’t captured. Neither of us were diapered or gagged with special pacifiers. The booster seats were Tweener sized and were the only way we could manage to get the seatbelts on properly. The belt buckles had been modified so that even a Little could press down and unlatch themselves. The only dread I was feeling was having to stay with my in-laws for a few days. Welcome to the start of our Spring Break. The aforementioned driver was Tracy, of course. After ‘the bus incident’, both Cassie and I were a little gun shy about traveling among strangers; doubly so after the close shave in my classroom. But we couldn’t make the trip all the way on my scooter- not with our suitcases- and Little sized luggage stood out and could be tampered with. So, I asked Tracy for a favor and offered to pay her for the gas money. Tracy refused the gas money. Tracy sat on an elevated seat so she could see all of the road in front of her. Pedal extenders made it so she could work the gas and brakes. Even with the Tweener mods, I’d be lucky to see past the hood. Little sized cars weren’t permitted for sale outside of Little-centric countries. Cars sized specifically for Tweeners didn’t exist. They had to make do with modified versions of whatever was available. At least it was common enough where no one thought it strange for a Tweener to be driving. I’d been independently commuting for years and I still turned heads on my scooter. I had been riding high all of the last week. With my co-workers at my back, and Brollish with no choice but to clear me of the charges, I was practically bulletproof. I felt invincible. Janet did me the solid of making copies of those nice essays my former students wrote. Even Cassie grinned when I framed them and hung them on the wall next to her paintings. She had her accomplishments. Now I had proof of mine. Now after going through hell and having a solid week that was completely free of excess paranoia, I was getting a real vacation. “What are you guys going to do?” Tracy asked. “Not worry about giants who want to burp me.” “Aaaaaaahaaaaahaaaaahaaaaa!” Tracy was slapping the steering wheel as her laughter drowned out the radio. Cassie put down her phone and scoffed. “Clark!” Cassie wasn’t mad. Not really. I’d definitely said the quiet part loud; the parts that big folk aren’t supposed to hear. It’s not even that quiet, if I’m being honest. It’s just that your typical Amazon doesn’t listen. “What?” I said, doing my best to sound innocent. “It’s true! We’re definitely not going for the view.” Connecting with other Littles wasn’t about the location, it was about the company. Littles communities were places where we could let our guard down just a little bit. Where we were headed, no one towered over us. Furniture was made, (not adapted) to fit us, and there was absolutely no risk of coming across someone in a diaper who wasn’t older than three. For an entire week, Cassie and I were treating ourselves to feeling how Amazons must feel every day of their lives: In control. At ease. Normal. Cassie was still giving me side-eye, tinged by good humor though it was. “Sorry, Cassie,” I said. In all honesty, I was not sorry. Not even a little. “It’s true, though,” Tracy said. “Amazons are bonkers! Most of them are jerks, too! I’m pretty sure I’m tolerated because Amazons just like to boss people around. Clark treats me way better than any Amazon ever did.” “Well, yeah. You’re a good person,” I said. “Why wouldn’t I?” “That and I’m still big enough to kick your ass.” I caught glimpse at Tracy in her review mirror. She was sticking her tongue out at me. “That and you're still big enough to kick my ass,” I repeated, rolling my eyes. “That helps, too.” Cassie crossed her arms. “If you two dislike working with Amazons so much, why do you do it?” Tracy and I closed our mouths. Her eyes went back to the road. Mine went over to Cassie. She was back to looking at her phone. So many different ways to take this. I wanted to yell at Cassie and argue and tear her down a little bit. It was easy to criticize working with crazed giants when they never had to see your face. Honestly, I could have probably gotten by on some kind of online teaching gig. As long as there wasn’t anything in the background to give perspective, I could have posed as an Amazon teacher via webcam. But then I wouldn’t have made the friendships and relationships that I had. Then I wouldn’t be working with kids as much as I was talking to a camera and giving lectures. I wouldn’t have essays framed on my wall about what a good teacher I’d been to those third graders back when they were my preschoolers. I wouldn’t have learned to befriend the Melony Beoufs and Janet Granges of the world; nor would I be able to differentiate between the Zoges, the Forrests, and the Brollishes. There’d be a lot more Jeremies than Hyacinths and Masons at Oakshire Elementary. Jeremies grew up into Forrests and Brollishes. Time for a change of subject. “What are you gonna do this week, Tracy?” Just looking at the back of her head, I saw Tracy wiggle. In the mirror her poofball bangs were starting to wag like a poodle’s tail. “Me and hubby are paintballing!” Cassie looked up from her phone. “Paintball?” She sounded genuinely perplexed. “Yeah! It’s great! I get to shoot people and nobody gets hurt!” The phone was now in Cassie’s lap, screen side down. “I thought something like paintball would be more of an Amazon game.” Tracy looked at Cassie in the mirror. “No, ma’am. I mean, like, Amazons play, but it’s like...like…” Tracy stopped talking to make a turn. “It’s like...like..it’s perfect.” “Perfect how?” “My legs are longer so I can run faster than a Little, no offense…” “None taken.” “But I’m still small enough to be able to crouch down and hide in the trees and the tall grass. I can both run and hide!” “The guns?” Cassie asked. “Amazon strength doesn’t matter when the gun is doing the shooting. What matters is hand eye coordination, reaction time, and using the surrounding terrain to your advantage.” “I wouldn’t mind shooting an Amazon…” Tracy ignored Cassie’s comment and couldn’t stop herself. “Everywhere else, I’m either too big for one thing or too small for another thing. At paintball I’m just right. I’m an M.V.P.” “The world feels like it was made for you,” I said. “Yeah. Pretty much.” I looked back over at Cassie. “See? Tracy gets it. That’s what we’re going for. Not paintballing, but that feeling.” “I getcha, boss.” We giggled. I still loved it when she called me boss. “Aren’t you worried?” Cassie asked. “You could be out there in the woods or whatever, and if you get scraped or bruised, some random Amazon will decide that you’re too fragile…?” “Not really,” Tracy said. “Derek’s an Amazon.” I cocked an eyebrow so that Tracy could see it in her mirror. “Derek?” “My husband…?” Oh right! The husband she was joking with Janet about...the one that she barely ever talked about at work. I could feel the surprise on my face. Obviously, Tracy saw it. “Yeah. He’s an Amazon. Can’t help who ya love.” Cassie laughed. Actually laughed. “Nope. Really can’t.” In the backseat of the car we exchanged middle finger salutes and blew a quick kiss to one another. You know you love someone when you can flick them off as a way of flirting. “We’ve got a plan worked out,” Tracy told us. “If some Amazon decides I’m too immature or whatever, he’ll pretend to adopt me and then we’ll get out of town and act like it never happened. He’s a mechanic, he can work anywhere. Also he’s great at modding my paintball rifles.” Huh. Solid contingency plan. The last fifteen minutes of the car ride was spent on increasingly twisting and empty streets with a few “shortcuts” off the paved roads. Tracy spent most of those fifteen minutes of the car ride explaining the nuances, positions, and common strategies in paintball. Apparently, in the competitive paintball circuit (yes there is such a thing she told us) there’s a formation called ‘Master Blaster’ where an Amazon puts a Tweener or a Little on their shoulders and runs like hell while the person on top shoots in all directions from their living perch. Not tactically sound, but it’s a hell of a show when it works. Tracy pulled over at the entrance and left the engine running. Cassie and I got out of our booster seats and Tracy helped get our suitcases out of the trunk. “This is the place?” I looked at the old worn sign that read ‘Misty Brook’. “Yup. This is us.” My coworker looked doubtful. “You sure?” “Positive.” “Okay then,” Tracy said. “Pick you guys up in a week?” “Please and thank you.” I reached for my wallet and started to open it. “You sure you don’t want some gas money?” “Naw, we’re good. You’d do the same for me if you could. See you in a week.” And as her car pulled out, the tallest person within at least a mile was out of sight, leaving me and Cassie at the front entrance of Misty Brook. As a kind of institution, Misty Brook followed a few universal constants. For example, the surrounding meteorological situation was anything but misty, and it was nowhere near any natural body of water. But it’s an unwritten rule of trailer parks: Their names always have to include some vaguely peaceful sounding adjective and a body of water; kind of like the way that all retirement homes always seem to be named after something bright and cheery and then a kind of tree. Misty Brook sounded much better than Hot Parking Lot. (And Sunny Oaks sounds like such a nicer place to send grandma and grandpa than Dimly Lit Concrete Building.) Another rule that Misty Brook followed was that it always seemed kind of dirty, even when it wasn’t, and anyone outside of their trailer somehow seemed their worst possible selves. The outside of everyone’s homes were all clean, any garbage was bagged up and canned. That just made every scratched paint on a window shutter, and every spot of rust or scratch in the paintwork stand out all the more. A single piece of litter wafted by on a hot breeze like a tumbleweed and it made everything in twenty yards of its path seem a bit more unclean. If the people outside their homes had had lawns or garages, they would have been playing, or lounging or just working outside. Instead, they were up to mischief, or loafing around. Another rule of Trailer Parks is that anyone living in them is fiercely proud of whatever they’ve managed to scrape together and anyone not living there finds themselves having arrogant, judgemental, and classist thoughts interrupt their inner monologue; even if they grew up in places just like this one. Misty Brook was a Little’s Trailer Park, however, and that meant there were extra certainties. Any vehicles big enough to move the trailers were illegally tinted, so that Amazons couldn’t tell who was driving. A Little standing on the driver’s seat while their partner worked the pedals was still illegal, if necessary. Rent was always paid on time for fear of adoption and everyone knew if you were leaving and when to expect you to be back. Lastly, anytime someone taller than six feet was nearby, everyone old enough to know better slowly and inconspicuously found a reason to go inside. I looked at the Littles reading books on their front stoops, politely not noticing our ride. I nodded the grimaces from old timers listening to their radios who’d seen Tracy. I appreciated the school kids playing hopscotch who were too involved to notice. No one was going back inside, thank goodness. Scooters and sidecars were still in plain view. I looked at Cassie. “That could have been worse,” I remarked. “Yeah,” Cassie said. “Because my dad spread the word.” “Would you rather your folks risk driving the car to the bus station and back like last time?” I elbowed her, playfully. THAT visit was close to a year ago, and I’d yet to let Cassie the paranoid live that one down. Cassie pulled me for a side-hug and nuzzled me. “I know. I know. You’re right.” She kissed me on the cheek. “This time.” “Dear diary,” I joked. “I was right today. Reset the counter.” Cassie squeezed me a little tighter. “It’s only because it was Tracy,” she whispered. “If any of your Amazon co-workers had come here, we’d be banished and this place would be deserted by tomorrow.” “Yeah,” I whispered back. “Not happening. I’m not that stupid.” “But you are stupid,” she teased. “Dear diary. At least I broke even today. Maybe next time.” Misty Brook and the surrounding neighborhoods and businesses were the closest thing towns like Oakshire had to a Little Town. Large metropolitan cities inevitably develop their own Little Towns. When in large enough groups and with a little bit of luck (or Amazonian negligence) Littles have always been able to pool together enough resources and ingenuity to live together in communities that end up resembling the few cloistered Littles nations in relative comfort and safety. Amazons tend to avoid these areas, either due to general physical discomfort (everything is too small for them), or cognitive dissonance, (babies don’t go grocery shopping or play baseball). The more extremist Amazon activists and politicians (the Raine Forrests of the world) demand that Little Towns be forcibly disbanded ‘for socialization purposes’. It’s hard for one of the giants to snatch up a single Little when there are over a hundred more surrounding them, and Little security guards with tasers who have been authorized to escort the offending Amazon off the premises. Funnily enough, it’s probably the Brollish’s of the world that keep Little Towns working. They’re crazy. They look down on us. But they understand practical and keep to the letter of laws if not the spirit. Money is money for landlords. Votes are votes for politicians. Amazons don’t have much to worry about when it comes to pissing off other Amazons. All they have to do is sit back and collect rent checks or rack up votes, and stay away from the property they own and the people they represent. Easiest job in the world, really. Anything resembling a massive raid on these neighborhoods would ruin their narrative of fairness. Forced adoptions are easier to justify when they’re presented as a case by case basis. The Beoufs of the world wouldn’t be able to justify that an entire neighborhood of Littles suddenly had their “maturosis” flare up and express itself all at once. My parents got to retire to a Little Town. I’m happy for them. Misty Brook was no Little Town. Just the closest thing around to one. Trailer parks, warehouses, and a handful of struggling niche businesses did not a private community make. Old rumors like an Amazon landlord deciding his newest tenant was too cute not to adopt, and her boyfriend was better suited for petticoats were the ghost stories Little teenagers told each one another to stay awake at night. Places like Misty Brook would be abandoned lots at the first sign of real trouble. “I don’t think anyone’s coming out to meet us.” Cassie started walking away, rolling her suitcase behind her. “Let’s go.” I trudged along behind her, pulling my suitcase and waving at anyone making eye contact. “Good morning.” “Mornin’.” “Good morning.” “Howdy.” “Good morning.” “Mmmhmmm…” As we stood in front of the double wide, I closed my eyes and breathed deep. Damn it was good to be back. Now please, I prayed, give me the strength to deal with my father-in-law.

This is a short story I wrote a little while ago. It is inspired by someone very dear to me. Hope you enjoy. ***************************************** Like the bells of Notre Dame, my alarm chimed my usual 6:30 am wake-up time. Another day, another dollar to be earned. I turned my head to see her laying there, peacefully sound asleep. She was so beautiful, and I counted my blessings every single day that I had her in my life. I slid out of bed, making sure that she still had lots of covers to keep her warm, and waded my way into the bathroom; much like a zombie shambling after a would-be meal. I flicked on the light and closed the door. I winced at the bright light as it exploded into existence like the light of a thousand suns. I washed my face with some warm water and brushed my teeth. My morning routine is monotonous: wash my face, brush my teeth, shower, shave, clean every inch of my body, brush out my hair and head back to the room for the rest of my morning activities. I finished up in the bathroom and headed back to the darkness of the bedroom and my awaiting little princess. She lay there without a care in the world. Her hair disheveled and a mess. The bed was littered with stuffies, and she was wrapped in the duvet like a tightly wound burrito. Standing there, clad only in a towel, I watched her rest, lingering for just a moment before returning to getting ready. I picked out some tights, a nice dress (today felt like a blue and white polka dot kind of day), my favourite pair of heels, bra, panties, and a nice belt. I donned my armor for the day and was ready to put on my warpaint. I went back to the bathroom, put on some makeup and I was ready for the day. Well, I was ready but there was still much to do. I headed back to the room and sat on the edge of the bed next to my little princess. I leaned over and kissed her forehead. She hadn’t been feeling so great the last few days, so this kiss was duel purposed: a tender show of affection and a temperature check. If her temperature felt high, then I’d have to wake her and get the thermometer for her little bottom. Today though, she felt alright and wasn’t in need of further inspection. I reached between her legs to find her diaper completely soaked. I chucked and muttered to myself: “I expected no less from my little Princess. Mommy will change you before work baby, don’t worry.” Making my way to the closet, every careful step placed to avoid waking the sleeping beauty, I collected the necessary supplies: fresh diaper, stuffer, powder, cream, wipes and disposal bag. I sat down on the bed and unraveled the burrito that kept her so safe and warm. She let out a small whine, rousing the slightest bit from her slumber. “M..Mommy? What time is it?” I shushed her and stroked her hair, moving it from her face. I calmed her and kissed her forehead. “Now, little girl we need to get your bum changed. Lay still and let Mommy help you.” I held her pacifier to her lips and slid it into place as she opened her mouth instinctively. “Good girl.” I said with a smile. I helped position her on her back and began my work. I opened the soggy night time diaper and wiped her until every single inch of her was clean. “Such a good girl! Using your diaper like the little baby you are!” She let out another whine. She always liked to fight me when I called her a baby. She protests that she is in fact a big girl, but her and I know differently. I rolled up the soggy diaper and tossed it, with the dirty wipes, in the disposal bag. I opened and fluffed up the new diaper and put securely positioned the stuffer inside before sliding it under naked body. Leaning down I kissed her tummy and inched down before giving her princess parts a gentle kiss. “Now you be a good girl today for Mommy and maybe she’ll let you have some big girl playtime tonight.” I placed a dollop of cream on her bum and smoothed it into her skin. I powdered her with ample amounts of powder and made sure she was nice and dry. Once she was all nice and ready, I taped the thick diaper between her legs and secured it in place. My girl was now ready to go back to sleep. I wrapped her carefully back into her cocoon, handed her a stuffie from the mountain sitting on the other side of the bed, and proceeded to kiss her left cheek, then right, then her forehead, finishing with a paci kiss, before heading back to the closet. I picked out a onesie, skirt and a nice pair of socks for her and laid it on the end of the bed. Before I left the room, I turned to her, blew her a kiss and spoke “I love you my little bean. Mommy will be back later tonight. Be good and check your list today.” Before I left the room, I heard a small, sleep laced, paci muffled “I love you too Mommy” come from the bed. I closed the door and headed downstairs. Now my princess was not working today which meant she had things to do at home and a space where she could spend the day in little space. I sat down at the table with my morning cup of tea, a couple pieces of buttered toast and a pen and paper. If my girl was going to be home all day, then I was going to leave her a note from Mommy. It read: To my darling Babygirl, While Mommy is at work today, she expects you to be on your best behaviour. You have lunch that is ready for you in the fridge and all you must do is eat it before Mommy gets home for dinner. You also have three bottles in the fridge that I expect to be empty when I get home. Remember your rules and have a wonderful day Sweetpea! Mommy loves you so very much. Your chores for today are: 1. Clean up our room. You have clothes, stuffies and toys all over the place. Put them back where they belong 2. Make the bed 3. Clean the downstairs bathroom 4. Sweep the floors 5. Empty the dishwasher You also need to make sure you spend an hour today working on your journal. I would like to read about your thoughts today when I get home. I know you’ll make me proud. You may eat the attached treat, after your chores are finished and not before. Mommy will call and check in on her lunch. Love, Mommy. I left the letter on the table, held down by a Hershey’s Kiss, and finished my breakfast. Her lunch and bottles were set in the fridge and she was ready for her day. I put on my shoes, grabbed my purse and keys and headed out the door for work. Work couldn’t be over fast enough because by the time I made it to the car, I already missed my Babygirl.

I loved Muppet Babies when I was growing up.