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Sorry about the long wait aka hiatus, I kinda lost passion for writing for a while and had to take a break and also go out of state for a while to visit friends/family to unwind. Hopefully anyone is still interested in this story, I'm still writing, it took a bit to come up with this next part, and I hope I can continue to provide more to this site. Chapter 11 Claire felt like she was about to be devoured by the giant figure lurking over her and there was nothing she could do about it. And even though she was facing the inevitable, she had to try something to avoid the downward spiral that affected many of her kind. She had never once been forced to wear a diaper since first arriving in the amazon dimension, and she didn’t want that streak to come to an end. “Excuse me…Miss. Kimberly, but is it possible that I can continue to wear my normal form of underwear? If you are worried about the possibility of me having an accident, I’ll gladly grant you access to my personal records if you wish. Heck, you can even ask Tracy about my history. I’ve never once had an accident while in this dimension.” Claire wanted to shout at the unholy bitch that stood in front of her but she knew that she had to remain dignified, to show that she was a mature portal little. “Is your whittle partner throwing a temper tantrum?” Kimberly turned her attention to Tracy as if she didn’t hear a word that Claire said. “It’s all peachy, she is just adjusting to the recent changes in the laws. Claire is a good girl, she will comply.” As Tracy spoke up, Claire noticed that her amazon co-worker was putting on a pair of simple white panties, which made her even more displeased. An amazon was allowed to wear normal underwear while she was being forced to wear the one item that defined all littles. “Are you having trouble undressing yourself? I can assist if you like.” Kimberly’s words caught Claire’s attention and caused her to take a few steps back as she felt herself becoming more cornered. “Ms…Kimberly, why is it that my co-worker, Tracy is allowed to wear normal underwear and I’m expected to wear…That. I thought we were supposed to be dressed exactly the same based on the information I was given.” Claire didn’t like putting Tracy on notice but she didn’t want to comply without getting a reasonable answer. “It’s quite simple. Tracy is an amazon and you are a little. That is the reason, nothing more, nothing less.” Kimberly looked utterly serious and knew that was enough to justify her reasoning. “But the only reason that I would wear a diaper is if there was the potential of me having an accident, I have a perfect record in this dimension, why are you ignoring that very fact?” “We are not ignoring that, however… Ms Colbatz personally requested that you wear a diaper to the meeting And her words are absolute, whether you agree with it or not. If you need to know more, she believes that you would look more presentable.” 'So they only want me to look cute for them, that's all this is about...Shit, this is so ridiculous and yet I'm not one bit surprised.' Claire knew that this meeting would be far from the standard, at least from the perspective of a little. She secretly bit her tongue as she tried to find something to say that could push things into her favor. “What’s the hold up? Hurry up and undress, if that’s too hard, perhaps a spanking would help motivate you.” Claire could see that Kimberly was getting impatient and that her co-worker, Tracy was just watching quietly while putting on her new bra. “I’m so sorry, Ms Kimberly, but is it okay if you give me and Claire just a few minutes to talk this over?” Tracy asked as she decided to intervene before things escalated. Kimberly took a glance at her watch before looking back down at Claire. Nothing was going to change the result but she decided to respect Tracy’s request. “I’ll give you five minutes to talk this over. I’ll be in the next room over, there is something I actually need to get.” Kimberly left with a smug look on her face. The expression of someone proud of the complete utter control they had. Tracy could see that Claire had her hands clenched into a fist, obviously not pleased by what she was being asked or rather forced to do. The amazon knelt down to one knee so she could talk to Claire on an equal level. “As you know, this is a critical moment Claire, this meeting is also critical for testing your maturity, I know that you can get through this!” “!...This isn’t some dumb maturity test, Tracy! I already passed every single one of them when I first came to this dimension. This is completely unethical and you know it!” Claire brushed off Tracy’s attempt to help soothe her. She just wanted to vent how utterly terrible the situation had become. No matter the predicament, Claire always knew the right words to avoid from having to wear a diaper, but now, because of the changes in the rules of the law, she had no recourse. “Claire, we have worked with each other for a while now and I understand that you take pride in being a big girl, but should have known that a day like this was coming. It was inevitable.” “I’ve done nothing wrong! I’m not a native little that is mandated to wear diapers regardless of the situation. I’m a well-educated portal little that has constantly gone out of her way to build a good rapport with your kind. This is exactly why I’m considering finding a different job! I don’t care if the pay is that damn good in this place!” Claire wanted to punch something, anything, but it would do no good. Showing any form of aggression would only give more ammo to the amazons. “Claire, it’s not like they are asking you to use the diaper, as Kimberly stated, it’s only for appearance purposes.” “And then what? You should know how this all works. It starts with diapers and then we eventually get bottle fed and finally are forced to sleep in freaking cribs!... Either way, it always leads to our kind being adopted! I’m tired of being seen as something I’m not!...It’s just too much.” Claire felt herself tears in her eyes but she quickly brushed them off, not wanting to show any more of her vulnerable side, especially to her amazon co-worker. “Do you want to know why Sally asked me to adopt her? Tracy asked as she gently placed her large hand on Claire’s shoulder, as if she were trying to console her. “Honestly…I don’t really care…We are completely different individuals. Just because we are both portal littles, it doesn’t mean that we share anything else besides that very fact.” “It’s because she was at her limit, she was mentally exhausted from acting like an adult all the time. She felt like she could be much happier by being cared for by someone that would unconditionally love her despite her faults. It took me some time to consider but eventually I decided that I would become her permanent care-taker. And we both have not regretted the decision.” Claire looked up at her amazon co-worker while raising an eyebrow. “Tracy, are you seriously trying to console me by explaining the oh so wonderful benefits of being adopted!?" “Something like that, ya.” Tracy’s response made Claire chuckle, it was so ridiculous that she couldn’t help but laugh. It was a typical answer that could only come from an amazon. “Haha…Thank you Tracy…I needed a good laugh…” Claire knew that there was nothing she could do now, but it made her realize how fortunate she was. She still had the ability to put in her two weeks notice which would allow her to leave the amazon dimension, she had finally decided that she was done working for Onyx Logistics. Claire wanted to retire early but after the fiasco she had just been put through ,she knew that she could spend a few more years working a boring full-time job before finally retiring, paying off her parents mortgage and then starting her own small-time business. “Alright, let’s get this over with.” Claire carefully placed her glasses on the bench next to Tracy as she began to remove her own bra. Tracy could see that Claire was blushing immensely as she placed her bra next to her glasses, leaving her upper body exposed. “I never understood why you ever needed glasses Claire, with your medical coverage, our local health clinic could easily make it so you never need to use them ever again.” Tracy said as she took a glance at Claire’s glasses before watching the portal little slowly lower her panties to her ankles. “It’s more symbolic at this point. I know that I can have my sight completely cured with the advanced technology in this dimension, however, I continue to wear glasses as a reminder that I can keep moving forward on my own accord.” Claire sighed as she carefully placed her panties right on top of her bra. And as much as she wanted to refrain from showing any more vulnerability, Claire couldn’t help but cover her breasts with her left arm and her privates with her right hand, even though she was in a woman’s changing room. Tracy mildly smiled at how brave and adorable she found Claire appeared. She desperately wanted to say how precious she looked, but she knew that it would only antagonize Claire even more. “Tracy, are there any other major changes in the law that have taken place in the past month? Anything else I should worry about?” “Nothing major that reflects on your end. One interesting change is now that any portal little that enrolls in our college campuses must now receive grades of B- or better every quarter, otherwise they will end up forfeiting all their rights and will be put up for adoption.” 'That's so messed up, I feel sorry for all the portal littles that come to this world for a so-called free education. It may not cost any money, but it will cost them their very future!' “Sorry to keep you waiting…OH! I see a very bright whittle girl that is eager for her very first diapey, isn’t she!” Kimberly’s tone made Claire want to vomit. It was that type of self-indulgence that she despised most about the amazons. As Claire lowered her head to hide her obvious anger, Kimberly looked down to analyze Claire’s naked body. “Is there going to be a problem…CLAIRE?” The way Kimberly said her name was deafening. Claire took a deep breath. She was not about to play into the amazon’s hands. Claire slowly looked up and smiled at the giant, as if there was no issue whatsoever. “There is nothing wrong at all! I’m all ready for my…Diaper.” Claire felt like someone took a cheap shot on her midsection as she spoke up. “That’s exactly what we want to hear…Now then, let’s get you over to the corner and plop you right on the changing table!” Kimberly picked Claire up by her bare butt and placed the girl over her shoulder just like most amazons did with littles. “Perhaps I should help Claire out with her change. I think she would be more comfortable if I were to do it.” Tracy’s words felt genuine but the whole context didn’t make Claire feel any better. 'Tracy...You really are something else. I guess I should be fortunate that she is at least trying to be helpful in this awful situation.' Claire really wanted to say her sarcastic opinion outloud but she knew it would end up backfiring on her and she would most likely end up with a spanking or something worse, given that she was inside an etiquette school “Given it’s your first diaper change, I’ll be gentle, but if I see any snarky expression from you, then you are going over my knee, understand?” Kimberly said as she playfully patted Claire’s butt. “Yes…Ms. Kimberly.” 'And while your at it, go shove your face down in a toilet, you power hungry bitch!' Claire found herself being lowered on a well padded changing table. It was the moment that she dreaded. She had seen so many littles being changed this way, but now, she was about to experience it, first hand. 'I can't show this amazon any signs that I'm uncomfortable with this, it will only make give her even more confidence.' As Claire felt her legs being lifted up in the air, Kimberly took another moment to inspect her privates. “Pubic hair?...While there is not much of it, it’s widely frowned upon by our people. Normally I would use a special baby oil to remove it permanently, however, since you are a guest, I do not have the authority to do that.” 'Amazons such as yourself do not deserve any type of authority.' Claire knew that she could only insult the amazon in her thoughts, it was her own private sanctuary. But it amounted to nothing as she felt her privates being wiped with a disposable fabric . Kimberly seemed to be taking her time, making sure that every crevice of her privates was completely clean, especially her rectum. “Everything okay, Claire?” Kimberly asked as she grabbed another baby wipe and continued onwards. “...Yes, I’m doing just fine. No problems…HERE!?” Claire suddenly raised her voice as Kimberly stuck the baby wipe even further up her rectum. Claire couldn’t believe how meticulous the amazon was being, she felt a tear forming in one of her eyes. 'Bitch is wanting me to cause a scene. Probably has the intention of keeping me here in this school.' “Looks like someone hasn’t done a good job at wiping herself! Perhaps it’s best that you leave this job to us amazons going forward.” Kimberly showed Claire a couple very small stains on the wipes, as if she needed to be reminded about her mediocre job at cleaning herself after using the toilet. “Thank you for making sure that I’m all nice and clean down there! Sometimes I tend to do a rather sloppy job, hehe!” Kimberly was surprised by Claire’s response. She was expecting her to scream and cuss away much like many portal littles have been known for. “It’s…It’s my pleasure Claire, I appreciate that you are taking this so…Maturely. I can see why you have such a unique reputation among our kind.” Kimberly wasn’t sure what to think, she hadn’t expected Claire to respond so positive, it made her feel a bit perturbed. As Kimberly grabbed a bottle of baby powder, Claire carefully clenched her fists together. It felt so odd as her privates were being covered by the white powdery substance. It was a smell that she had become so used too, only this time, she was on the personal end of it. “I bet this type of pampering makes you reconsider your own position. Don’t you just wish that you could have a mommy and a daddy look after you on a constant basis?” Kimberly asked as she made sure that the baby powder was spread across not just Claire’s privates but also part of her stomach and thighs. “Nope! Not at all. I still enjoy being a BIG GIRL!” Claire felt so satisfied with herself as she spoke up in a babyish tone of voice. It was obvious now that she was being facetious with the amazon and Kimberly could see what Claire was doing. 'I see now, heh, this portal little is secretly being a smart ass, however you are letting your ego get the best of you, even I was almost fooled.' Kimberly gave a sinister look as she pulled out something from her pocket while holding both of Claire’s ankles in the air. 'Shit! Did I overdo it? What's she planning?' Before Claire could figure out what Kimberly had in store for her, she suddenly found something being put over her head. It was a necklace with something attached to it. Claire quickly realized that it was a pacifier after it was forced into her mouth. “You seem to be a bit too excited, so I want you to suckle on this for a while, it will help in calming you down. Just to let you know, this is actually a personal gift from my boss, Ms.Colbatz. It’s a very special soother, so please enjoy.” Kimberly took a moment to stare at Claire while awaiting for her reaction. Claire slowly nodded her head, as if she were okay with the infantile soother. As Kimberly continued to work on Claire's lower half, the portal little was surprised by the texture of the rubber teat, especially since it was the first time she had ever used one while in the amazon dimension. Pacifiers were the second most popular function for quieting littles. The first was obviously breastfeeding. Claire quickly noticed that she would not be able to remove the pacifier without the help of her hands. The rubber teat was stuck firmly in her mouth. 'On the bright side, that amazon bitch seems to have remained quiet herself, not a bad trade.' Claire began to wiggle her toes as she felt unexpectedly pleased with herself, almost as if she had won a huge victory, no matter what happened next, she felt like she could handle this upcoming meeting with ease. “OH? Look at you! You really are a big girl, yes you are! Yes you are!...Who’s ready for their diapey wipey, You are! Yes…YOU ARE!” Kimberly began to tickle Claire on her bare stomach while continuing to talk to her in babyish chatter. Claire couldn't help but giggle out loud as the amazon then started to blow raspberries near her belly button. 'Holy crap! Was I always this ticklish!? Kimberly was pleased as she noticed that Claire was now suckling on the pacifier at a faster rate, she then stopped the tickling barrage after feeling satisfied with the results. Claire slowly looked up as Kimberly grabbed a diaper below the changing table and then proceeded to slowly place it underneath Claire’s butt. The padding made Claire’s body twitch, as the padded softness was completely foreign to her bare skin. “It’s going to be alright, your new diaper is going to keep you all nice safe and secure.” Kimberly thought she heard some whimpering noises coming from Claire’s mouth as she applied the topsheet of the disposable undergarment over her privates and then securely applied the tapes to each side. Seeing a strong-willed little like Claire reduced to wearing only a diaper and suckling on a pacifier made Kimberly feel very proud of her position in the school. Claire kept her head to the side as the diaper change was finally completed, she obviously felt embarrassed but as she continued to suckle on the soother, she felt herself becoming more relieved which to her, wasn't a bad feeling. . “How does it feel, Claire? I bet you are super duper thrilled to be in your nice warmy and comfy diapey.” Kimberly lifted Claire off the changing table and placed the padded girl over her shoulder. 'It would be ten times nicer if you stopped talking' “A happy baby always makes for a happy amazonian, am I right?” Kimberly gently patted the back of Claire’s new undergarment, letting her know what she was now wearing. Claire sighed through the pacifier, eagerly waiting the moment that she could leave the vile clutches of this power hungry amazon. 'Don't take the bait and get angry at the amazon, it's exactly what she wants.' “Would you mind giving me a hug, just to show that we are on good terms with each other?” Kimberly's words were more of a warning than a question. Claire knew that she was in no position to refuse and slowly hugged the amazonian. Despite her internal feelings being the quite opposite. “And just in case if you really need to go potty, you can go pee pee and and or poo poo whenever you want now without having to ask.” Kimberly could see a crack in Claire's facade, she knew that the portal little was having a tough time adjusting and she enjoyed every minute of it. ‘You definitely belong in diapers. It's a shame that you haven't been adopted yet, heck, I would consider taking you home myself if I was given the legal authority." Claire cringed at the amazons words, it was blatantly obvious that the amazon's maternal instincts were taking over. It was the same with almost every female amazon. 'I need to keep things together! Otherwise I could face the wrath of my boss, Ms. Colbatz!' Kimberly took a deep breath as she carried the now padded little out of the changing area and brought her back to where Tracy was waiting. Tracy remained quiet as Kimberly handed Claire over to her, she couldn't believe that her too see how different her co-worker looked while wearing just a diaper and suckling on a soother. It did bring a smile smile to her face, though she made sure that no one noticed. Tracy did have some concern about the pacifier, as their were many types that could regress a little's mental state. From what she could see, Claire appeared to be very self aware, but she still wanted to ask some questions. “What’s with the pacifier Kimberly? Was Claire behaving inappropriately?” “No, she was quite the obedient little girl, the pacifier is actually a personal gift from my boss, Ms. Colbatz, she wanted Claire to have the soother as a gift for visiting our school. And don’t you worry, the pacifier doesn’t have any regressive effects with the exception of providing additional internal relief compared to most. Also, here is the onesie dress that she will be required to wear to the meeting. I'll allow you to dress your partner, though I don’t think there would be a problem if she came into the meeting in just her diaper, hehe. Anyhow, I’m going to inform my boss that you two are about ready.” Kimberly smiled as she exited the area, leaving Tracy alone with her padded partner. 'Thank goodness she is gone, I was getting a bit worried that she would have tried to kidnap me. It doesn't take much for a female amazon to lose any common sense when they are holding a little they deem adorable.' While Claire was thrilled to have her leave, she still had another amazonian to deal with, her co-worker Tracy. She had hoped that her maternal instincts would not cause her to act out inappropriately. Claire started to make some muffling noises, pointing to the pacifier that was in her mouth, Tracy noticed and looked deeply concerned as she placed her partner on her lap. “What is it Claire? Did you have an accident already? Here, let me check.” Claire sighed loudly through the pacifier as Tracy checked the inside of her diaper and quickly found it to be clean. Claire then used her right hand to mildly hit Tracy on her forehead, trying to knock some sense into the amazon. “I’m so sorry Claire, hehe, sometimes I can be air headed, hehe." Tracy removed the pacifier from her mouth as she awaited for her partners response. “Jesus Tracy! An accident!? That’s the first thing you think of when I was trying to get your attention!” “I’m sorry, it’s just you remind me of my precious Sally, being in just a diaper and all.” “I’m sure seeing any little in a diaper will remind you of your adopted daughter, honestly this is just beyond ridiculous. Claire noticed that Tracy was rubbing her bare back with her large hand and then quickly smacked it away. She could see that Tracy was having a hard time not indulging in her amazonian instincts. “So how are you holding up Claire? Did Kimberly do anything that could be worth reporting to my boss at headquarters? “Nothing substantial, at least for this dimension. I still can’t believe it, after visiting this dimension numerous times, this is how I end up in a damn diaper.” Claire tried to help herself off of Tracy’s lap, however due to the amazons firm grip on her waist, she couldn't' budge. It brought a moment of concern. “So what do you think? It’s not as bad as you thought, right?” Tracy asked as she picked Claire up and patted her diapered butt. “OH YA! Just what I always wanted! Now I just need a mommy and daddy to keep me all safe!” Claire was sarcastic with her reply, however Tracy didn't seem to get the picture. “Are you serious Claire? Do you really want to be adopted and cared for?” Tracy asked as she looked right in Claire’s eyes with a focused look. “Tracy, you seem to be incapable of understanding sarcasm, especially while I’m dressed like this. So how about letting me go so I can get dressed. I just want to hurry up and get this meeting over with!” Claire unknowingly grabbed the pacifier that was dangling around her neck and then plopped it back into her mouth in frustration, which caught Tracy by surprise. She didn’t say anything as she lowered so Claire was now standing on her bare two feet. Tracy held off from asking any questions for the time being as she decided to indulge in Claire's request and help her in getting changed into the mandatory onesie outfit. “WellI…In that case, arms up!” Tracy asked as she held the onesie with both her hands. Claire nonchalantly allowed Tracy to put the simple black and white onesie on her without question. Tracy wasn’t sure if Claire was just trying to rush things or if the pacifier actually had some influence with her decision making. Seeing Claire willingly put the soother in her mouth, did make her feel a bit apprehensive. 'If Claire secretly enjoys using the pacifier, it's not my place to ask why.' Tracy watched as Claire lifted each foot in the air, allowing her to put socks on her feet. Claire just continued to suckle away while allowing her amazon co-worker to dress her and then finally finished by putting her glasses on the her. 'Chloe probably is having a much harder time than myself, she has to put up with being a baby for the next week, non-stop. I guess I should count my blessings that this is only a one day thing.' After being dressed, Claire took a glance at her butt and could see the obvious bulge where the padding was. Even though the onesie was very simple looking with most of her lower half being exposed, it was plainly obvious that her outfit was far different from Tracy’s standard looking black dress which had a skirt that covered all of her lower half. The discrimination between amazon and little was apparent. “Despite everything that has happened, I’m still proud of you for behaving like a mature little, Claire. I know that unlike myself, this is far from ideal for you, but we will get through this meeting together!” Tracy picked Claire up and held the girl near her waist. Claire silently sighed through the pacifier while laying her head on Tracy’s chest. Kimberly returned a minute later, a satisfied smile was on her face. “You two look absolutely adorable together. Just a like a mother and her baby daughter." Claire lowered her head as she felt her face blush, she hated the comparison with utter passion. Tracy obviously took the response as a compliment. "Anyhow, I just want to let you know that Ms. Colbatz is almost finished with her current board of directors meeting, so if you would please follow me, I will take you to the waiting room that is near her office.” Tracy quietly carried Claire while following Kimberly to the waiting room that was only a few rooms over. As the trio entered the waiting room, Kimberly guided Tracy over to one of the many chairs that were available to sit on. The amazon took a seat while placing Claire on her lap. The waiting room looked quite bland, as there was nothing out of the ordinary. A television was connected near the far corner of the room and there was a mess of magazines on a wooden table near them. It was the prototypical waiting room that you would see in most waiting rooms. Claire was thankful that they were the only ones in the room. “I’ll be back in just a moment when Ms. Colbatz is ready to see you two. As for you Claire, if you have any desire for some playtime, there are some wonderful and colorful looking blocks, among other neat toys in the far left corner of the room, you are more than welcome to help yourself to pass the time.” Kimberly pointed out to the variety of childish looking toys that were right below where the tv was. Claire just gave the amazon a disinterested look, as she was unable to say anything due to the pacifier being in her mouth. “Ms. Kimberly, I just want to again thank you for the whole tour, it was nice to know more about the school's history.” Tracy stated as she watched Kimberly used a key card to open a door to a different area. "We at Angel Aspirations are proud to have you visit us, we are looking forward to your upcomin presentation." Kimberly gave her goodbyes while winking at Claire. 'Just hurry up and leave from my sight!' Tracy began to review the paperwork for the upcoming meeting while Claire glanced at it herself. A few minutes later, Tracy noticed that Claire was trying to say something as her constant muffling could be heard from beyond the pacifier. As Tracy removed the soother, Claire exhaled, as if she were free from all form of restrictions. “Thank you so much Tracy! There are a few things I wanted to address with you before the meeting.” “Umm…Claire, you do realize that you can just remove the pacifier yourself, you don’t need my assistance to do that.” Tracy said as she pointed out to Claire that the pacifier was not the type that could be locked in her mouth. Claire blushed immesley at the obvious error in judgment. Just a moment later, Claire plopped the pacifier back into her mouth and continued to suckle on it for the next minute. Tracy looked concerned as she saw a smile on Claire's face, but before she could say anything, Claire removed the soother from her mouth. “Wow! You're right Tracy. I must be zoning out or something, hehe. Anyhow, until the meeting begins, to pass the time, I'm gonna go play with some of the toys over there, so could you help me down on the floor?” Claire’s request caught Tracy off guard. 'Claire wants to play with toys? Did I hear that correctly?' “That’s fine…Claire, but I thought you wanted to review some of the documents with me?” “I trust ya, you are pretty capable when it comes to stuff like this.” Claire gave a thumbs up before grabbing the pacifier that was hanging around her neck and then putting it back into her mouth, as if it were something she had always had done. Tracy slowly lowered Claire onto the floor and then watched with interest as her portal little partner started to crawled over to wear the toys where. Seeing Claire look so infantile made Tracy smile. She quickly covered her expression with her hand, feeling slightly guilty over what she was witnessing. ‘As adorable as this is, there is definitely something wrong with all of this. Something with that pacifier is influencing Claire's decision making. Should I bring this up to her? ... Perhaps I'll only do that if it affects her upcoming presentation.' Tracy took a few minutes to go over the paperwork that would be presented while also keeping a close eye on Claire. She couldn't help but smile at seeing how innocent she looked, playing with some toy cars with both her hands. She didn’t remotely look like the headstrong coworker that she had always known. Tracy noticed that Claire seemed to be having trouble staying completely engaged with the toys, as if she was fighting two sides to herself. 'I have to say that it's quite amusing to see Claire behave like a proper little. Perhaps this will be the start of something promising for her future.' Tracy knew that if Claire's sudden change in attitude continued, it would definitely effect her job in the future. If any of the other co-workers saw Claire right now, it would give them an excuse to file grievance report which could lead to Claire getting fired, as if any portal little appeared to be acting far from mature, it would always lead to adoption. ''Unfortunately I'll be on maternity leave while Claire is still on the job. If she is forced be adopted, hopefully Aisha will be the one that takes her in. The two of them seem to have a close bond with each other.' Tracy decided to focus all her attention on the documents as she didn't have the luxury to worry about something that had not transpired. 'Why do I get the feeling that something is off? Like my whole world is being turned upside down? I just don't understand!' Claire stopped playing with the toys in front of her for a moment as she began a moment of self-reflection. She still felt very self aware and didn’t understand as to what could be the problem. 'Life is too short to worry about things that have no relevance. I should just focus on what's in front of me!' Seeing no issue, Claire decided to brush off the lingering awkward feelings she had and continued to focus on the toy cars and the blocks in front of her. She began to make some noises with her mouth, mimicking the sound of a race car. A few minutes later Kimberly walked back into the waiting room, she smiled gleefully at how Claire was behaving. Tracy casually walked up to her, wanting to address a concern of her's. "Please be truthful to me, that pacifier that Claire is using...There is more to it than you are letting on, correct? Kimberly could see the worry in Tracy's expression but it was not of one that had any lingering anger behind it. “It’s a prototype special pacifier that our company recently finished developing. As you know, most pacifiers either regress a littles mental state or do nothing to manipulate the mindset of a little. The soother Claire is using helps stimulate the superior parietal cortex of the mind, in a way that will help her assimilate with the standard lifestyle that all littles are known for in this dimension. Our school has done much research and found a more progressive option that could help amazons that have adopted portal littles and ease them into their new livelihoods. These pacifiers have not been released to the general public yet, but we are looking at achieving that milestone in the next year." “That’s fine and all, but won’t Claire eventually realize that her mental well-being is being manipulated to this extent?” Tracy was worried about any potential backlash that could possibly occur if Claire just stopped using the pacifier altogether. “We have done some experiments when it comes to that result and thanks to the abundance of portal littles that are stationed in our school and their has been a ninety five percent success rate when it comes to the response of a prolonged use with the prototype pacifier. Most littles have a positive reaction no matter the outcome from the soother. This is without a doubt, a game changer, on par with the results of a amazon breast-feeding a little for an extended duration." Kimberly stated. “Is this specifically why your boss requested Claire to come to this meeting?” Tracy wondered if there was a hidden purpose to this upcoming presentation. “In some aspects, yes. My boss has heard quite a bit about Claire's reputation and how mature she has been perceived by your colleagues at Diamond Tours and wanted to meet her face to face. Also we assumed that giving her one of our prototype soothers would yield some interesting results, I hope that you have no issue with that?" Kimberly asked "Well...I personally don't mind Claire using something like that as long as it doesn't hinder her ability to do her job, besides I've always believed that she would be happier if she allowed herself to be adopted. I would appreciate a heads up before going through with it." Tracy replied. “I completely understand. Also, Ms, Colbatz is ready to see you two. So when you are ready, please follow me.” Kimberly waited and watched as Tracy walked over and then knelt down to speak with Claire, whom was busy with the toys around her. “Heya Claire, sorry to bother you, but it’s time for the meeting. Are you all set?” Tracy asked as she helped Claire to her feet. Claire tried to say something but her words were muffled by the pacifier. Tracy quickly pointed to the pacifier which caught the portal littles attention. She immediately removed it while blushing slightly. “About time, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to get this over with.” Claire said with a straight face, trying to ignore the steady enjoyment she had with the toys. “You certainly seemed absorbed with your playtime, hehe.” Claire just shrugged it off Tracy's response as if it was a minor insult. Tracy picked Claire up and began to carry her along while following Kimberly through the secure door, down a long hallway. Claire stared blankly at the pacifier around her neck, she couldn't help but be invested in it. She didn't know why, but she found the infantile item to be immensely pleasurable. 'This better not give them an excuse to talk to me in baby chatter.' “Oh! Before head further on in, does whittle Clairey need her diapey change?” Kimberly asked. Claire just sighed from the question. “No thanks, all dry on this end. The diaper is just for show, if you well remember.” Even though her response was valid enough, Tracy still decided to put her hand inside her diaper just to check. Claire looked disgusted but didn’t say a word to her amazon co-worker. “She’s dry.” Tracy’s response was all that Kimberly needed to continue onward. Claire took a deep breath, any moment she was going to be in the schools executive office, filled with highly important amazon individuals. She had no idea how things were going to go. 'Still something does feel off, but I can't get a feel on what it is. Maybe it's all because I'm wearing a damn diaper. It certainly isn't hypnotism, otherwise I wouldn't be able to think like this, plus my way of speaking would be slurred. I've seen it way to many times with all the portal littles that end up being regressed against their will.' Claire didn’t have time to consider any other possibilities as she entered a board room with a half dozen other amazons. Though unlike the majority of the amazons in the building, they were all wearing business suits. The typical corporate look that symbolized money and power. Claire could see that she was the focal point of attention as several of the amazons took a moment to glance over at her and Tracy. Though there was one amazon that stood out from the rest and Claire was a bit alarmed by the size of the amazon as she was even taller than the rest. 'That Amazon near the front is one of the tallest I've ever seen, she has to be at least fourteen feet at minimum.' Claire also noticed that her stomach was bulging out, it was apparent that she was pregnant and probably due any week now. She didn't have any features that signified that she was overweight. “Welcome, it’s a pleasure to finally meet with you. I’m Ms. Colbatz, the director of Angels Aspirations. I apologize, I’m just finishing up with a standard meeting with the members of my board. You two are welcome to take a seat at the back, while my associates take their leave.” Claire watched as the amazons began to make their exit. It became apparent that they were not staying for the meeting, and while that did give Claire an immense sense of relief, it made her curious about the presentation she and Tracy were to give. She assumed that their was to be an audience. “Thank you for seeing us, I understand that you have had an interest in forming a business relationship with our company Diamond Tours. My name is Tracy and the little that I'm holding is..." "Claire, I'm fully aware about you two. So introductions are not needed, but I appreciate the thought." Claire could see that the amazon woman was brimming with confidence as someone in her position would be. "Before we begin, I do have a quick question." Tracy asked as she kept a firm grip on Claire. “Go ahead.” “Will this presentation only be involving the three of us? I assumed that this type of meeting was going to have more eyes and ears." Claire was thankful that Tracy was asking the questions, she didn't want to be the focal point, even if their was only a handful of people around. The last thing she wanted was to be paraded around by a bunch of giants that saw her as a useless baby. “The board mainly deals with the internal financial logistics, so they are not required with my meeting with you two. Consider this more of a interview of sorts. I wanted to see first hand if the employees of Diamond Tours would be willing to cooperate with our strict dress code and ethics. Claire felt a knot in her gut as Ms. Colbatz gave a devious look at her, she knew that she was a amazon of a different caliber. “After speaking with my associate, Kimberly, it would seem that affiliating our school with your company would definitely workout for the both of us in many ways depending on how we can reach an agreement on certain contract regulations. ” Ms. Colbatz casually walked over and took Claire from Tracy’s hands. Claire was alarmed but kept her cool, not wanting to show any signs of weakness. 'This giant could easily crush me with just one hand.' While Claire knew that her life wasn't in any real danger, she had rarely been around an amazon of such a size. The only one that came close to Ms. Colbatz’s height was her close friend and co-worker, Aisha and even then, she was at best, thirteen feet tall. Claire also noticed that Ms. Colbatz had a similar slightly dark skin tone like Aisha. It made Claire reminisce about her most trusted amazon friend. She underestimated how much of a security blanket she was. “I’m pleased to finally meet with you Claire, I’ve heard much about you and the reputation that you have built for yourself. First off, I want to thank you for wearing a diaper and our schools onesie to this meeting. I fully understand that you are toilet trained, but as you are well aware, this meeting is mainly for presentation purposes.” “Ugh… No problem, I guess…Thank you for your…Consideration…Ms. Colbatz.” Claire felt so small while in the amazon’s clutches. There was nothing she could do but play along nicely. She didn't have much to say as she didn't have any investment in the meeting. She was only their because it was her job, a job that she planned to to step away from in a few weeks. "I know this place may seem a bit...Overwhelming but I assure that you are completely safe in this building." Ms. Colbatz began to walk away with Claire and then opened a door to another room, catching both Claire and Tracy off-guard. “Umm, Ms. Colbatz, where exactly are you taking my partner?” Tracy asked with concern. “I want to have a private discussion with Claire, if you two don’t mind. Kimberly will finish up with the paperwork with you. To tell you the truth, the presentation wasn't really required, you two have already proved yourselves and I had already acquired enough info to know that this partnership with Diamond Tours would be beneficial for the both of us.” Claire felt goosebumps around her body as she was carried into an unknown room where anything could happen. 'If this amazon wanted to adopt me, given her status and connections, she could easily accomplish that...Fuck!' Clair knew right then that their was a hidden agenda to this meeting. Tracy didn't say anything but she was obviously disappointed that the presentation was pretty much put aside even though the school director had already given her approval to go ahead with the contract negotiations. "Now then, Ms Tracy, if you would please take a seat right beside me, we can discuss the specifics on the contract agreement and go over some of the finer elements." Kimberly stated as she took a seat. Tracy was concerned for Claire's well-being, but she knew that their was nothing she could do except focus on the initiative in front of her. After taking a seat right next to Kimberly, Tracy looked over some of the paperwork given to her and also had a question. “Umm. Ms. Kimberly, did you know about this from the very beginning? And if so, why did you hide it from us?” Tracy asked “I do apologize, this is how my boss usually operates and I just follow her orders, no questions asked. She always likes to throw a curveball when it comes to business operations. All I can tell you is that she decided on this change as soon as she heard that your portal little partner would be tagging along. She seemed very curious and interested in Claire." “Just to let you know, even though I work directly with Claire, she is not employed by Diamond Tours, she is actually contracted by a vendor company called Onyx Logistics . We currently do not employ any portal littles within our company, so keep in mind that she cannot legally forced to be adopted or transferred as a student of this school." “Do not worry, while I’m not exactly sure as to what my boss has planned for Claire, I can guarantee that she will be treated kindly and given the hospitality that is known by our prestigious school." Tracy wasn't sure if that was a warning sign for her portal little co-worker or if she was just over thinking the worst case scenario. Claire looked at the pacifier hanging from her neck, she couldn't help but want to suckle on it, to ease the anxiety that she was feeling at the moment. Ms. Colbatz noticed Claire's predicament and smiled as she carried her over to her desk. “So, tell me Claire, what's your opinion on that lovely pacifier?” Ms. Colbatz asked while gently patting Claire’s head and sitting the portal little down right on top of her desk. The amazon took in her chair as she turned her attention to a laptop near her. “It’s…Alright… I guess…” Claire wasn’t sure on how to respond. She definitely didn’t want to say something negative about it. The truth was that she found it to be quite enjoyable for some unknown reason. “That’s reassuring to hear. Speaking of which, would you be kind enough and put the soother back into your mouth for a few minutes? It's only so I can finish a report on my laptop? Then we can discuss business.” Claire had many questions for Ms. Colbatz but felt a giddy sense of joy of being able to use her pacifier again, so she plopped it back into her mouth shortly after receiving the amazon's request. 'Ahh, much better. I feel like nothing could go wrong now!' Claire closed her eyes, enjoying every moment as she suckled on the infantile item, unaware that Ms. Colbatz was keeping a keen eye on her. A few minutes later Ms. Colbatz put her laptop away and then patted Claire on her head, grabbing the littles attention. “I understand from the data that I have gathered, that you are quite the opportunist and are looking for more financial flexibility, is that correct?” Claire was slight caught off guard as Ms. Colbatz asked her a question, she was about to remove her pacifier until the amazon gently grabbed Claire's. "It's okay, you can continue to use your paci. Any questions that I ask can simply be answered by a nod of a yes or a no, can you do that?" Ms. Colbatz asked as she released her grip on Claire's arm. Claire quietly nodded her head in agreement, unable to hide the small blush on her face. 'This feels very unorthodox, just what does this amazon want?' Claire suddenly felt the urge to use the toilet. It wasn’t dire, but she knew that if she didn’t speak up soon, her diaper would soon become her toilet. A common fate that befell most littles. For the next few minutes, Claire simply responded to several of Ms. Colbatz questions with a nod if she agreed or disagreed. It almost felt like she was being interviewed for a new job, based on all the personal questions that were being said. There didn't appear to be any red flags until Ms. Colbatz brought up her next question. “Based on your prior work experience, I understand that you wish to be seen as equal to our kind. Interestingly enough, I have a few proposals that could be intriguing to you…” Claire knew that she only had to nod her head in disagreement, their was nothing that the amazon could say that would deter her from staying in the amazon dimension for longer than she had to. “How would you feel for working for us, directly? We would easily be capable of doubling or even triple the amount of income that you are currently making with Onyx Logistics. Your job would involve you working as a teachers assistant. So you would be personally helping out with the majority of the students in this school and making sure that everything is set in order. Pull-ups would be mandatory so you wouldn’t be allowed to wear your adult underwear anymore, but that doesn't mean you would be forced to wear diapers, that is only exclusive to our students. Of course you would be given legal protection from adoption but unlike your current position, you would have room to grow with our company. For example, you could potentially end up on my board of directors, which would mean that you could bring some real change for your kind. How does that sound?" Claire actually took a moment to consider the proposal, the idea of an even greater income plus the ability for growth was something that she greatly lacked with Onyx Logistics. 'But then that would mean that I would have to wear pull-ups on a full-time basis. Just how long would that last until I end up in diapers again?' Claire patted her butt, giving herself a reminder of the dangers of the amazon dimension. The perks were nice but the negatives far outweighed the positives. She had already decided to put in her two weeks notice, she was done with this dimension, plus she wanted to focus her remaining efforts on helping Chloe with her sister. The last thing she needed was something to distract her from her core objective. So Claire took a moment to look up at the amazon and slowly nodded her head that she wasn't interested while still suckling on the soother. “I see, that’s rather unfortunate, but it is your decision and only yours to make. Though there is one more proposal I would like to offer you, it is something that is only given to a select group of littles. Keep an open mind when I discuss this with you." Claire felt goosebumps around her body as she awaited for the proposal, she knew that no matter what it was, she would decline. The longer she stayed in the amazon world, the greater the chance that she could end up becoming a permanent resident. “Have you ever considered becoming a amazon yourself?” The question only confused Claire as she looked up at the director with curiosity. “Let me explain, right now there is a very special government program that has just been opened for limited use.So it’s not widely known to the general public, but it is a program that we are considering on expanding depending on the long term results within the next decade." Ms. Colbatz pressed her hand on her stomach which made a shiver go down Claire's spine. 'Become a freaking amazon!? That's not possible! I've never heard of any technology that can accomplish that, besides, wouldn't that hinder the amount of littles that the amazons could adopt?' “To simplify my explanation, basically it involves a little being put back into the womb, or specifically the womb of an amazonian for the next few months as their genetic makeup is changed permanently. But the end goal is to allow a little for evolve into one of our kind. You would be administered several types of drugs before entering the womb, as the procedure is still considered highly experimental, though we have already had a few successful procedures this past year. This program can only be worked on by amazonians that are of my size, and as you can see, I’m an example of one that has agreed to partake in the program.” Claire felt like her soul was about to leave her body. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was something like out of a horror movie. Ms. Colbatz grabbed Claire’s hand and pressed it onto her stomach, which made Claire realize what Ms. Colbatz was trying to show her. “I currently have a precious little inside me as we speak. In a few weeks, she will be ready to come out and be reborn as an amazonian. Isn’t our technology just wondrous Claire? You no longer have to worry about being seen as a hindrance to our kind, instead you could become one of us." 'What the hell...Jesus!' While Claire found the amazonian world to be quite fascinating at when she first arrived but after seeing many of her co-workers end up in diapers and eventually adopted, she knew that staying around any longer would only put herself in danger. Especially with the regulation changes in the city laws. “What do you think Claire? I personally wouldn’t mind being your host for your rebirth.” Ms. Colbatz 'words were so horrifying that Claire didn’t realize that she had just wet her diaper. The disposable undergarment grew warmer by the second. Claire quickly nodded her head in disagreement, not hiding the fear on her face. She couldn't believe that something like this was allowed to happen, it felt wrong on so many levels. “I see…I guess some littles prefer a more... Care-free life. Hopefully you will be able to find someone that can properly take good care of you when the times comes." 'Ya, not gonna happen, in a few weeks I'll be out of this dimension and while I won't have the financial requirements to retire just yet, at least I won't have to worry about becoming someone's plaything.' As Ms. Colbatz got up from her desk, she then scooped Claire up by her butt, she soon then realized the critical mistake she had just made within her diaper. 'NO...NO WAY, that's not possible!' Claire thought it was just some mental relapse and that the warmth in her diaper was just only her sweat. She knew that she had perfect control of her bladder muscles and that using a diaper for it's intended purpose was almost like a death sentence in the amazon dimension. “I guess it’s a good thing for the both of us, that you wore some protection to our meeting, otherwise we would have quite the mess on our hands, haha.” Ms. Colbatz stated as Claire was in a state of shock. She couldn't fathom as to how she could have actually had an accident. Ms. Colbatz then carried the very stunned Claire out of her personal office and back into the executive room where Tracy and Kimberly were waiting. Claire slowly turned her head and noticed that Tracy was already back in the clothing that was wearing earlier. 'Just how long was I in that room for? It didn't feel like it was longer than fifteen minutes at most!' Claire noticed a clock on the wall and realized that a hour had passed since she was escorted by Ms. Colbatz into her personal office. Claire felt as if everything was coming down around her, including her perception on time. She wanted to vent her frustration but the only way she could do that was by suckling on her pacifier even more so. "I trust that everything went smoothly, Kimberly?" Ms. Colbatz asked as she handed Claire over to Tracy. "It didn't take long at all, we managed to find many mutual agreements on the proposal, now all we need is for the director of Diamond Tours to sign off on our deal and then we can move forward." Kimberly stated. "What's wrong Claire, you look a bit shaken up, did some...!!!" Tracy soon realized why Claire appeared to be very self conscious as she could feel the warmth coming from her diaper. Even the onesie couldn't hide the noticeable difference as the diaper expanded. “Ahh...Don't worry Claire, this won't change anything with us, so rest assured that nothing bad will happen to you. ” Claire lowered her head, feeling immensely embarrassed by the accident she had personally caused. She had done so much to prove that she could be seen as an equal to the amazons, but after one incident, she felt that all her hard work had been nullified. It didn't matter if Tracy was being courteous, she had never felt so vulnerable before. "Tracy was it? I had a wonderful time with my personal meeting with Claire, however it appears that she is in dire need of a change, I trust that can handle that? As director of the school, my time is valuable so I won't be able to stay around and chat as I need to make my daily rounds and check up on my teachers." “Of…Of course…” Tracy felt a bit bad for Claire. She always respected her co-worker for how far she had come as a portal little. She knew that her accident was most likely influenced by the soother in her mouth. Though she had no intention of speaking up about it as she also felt that Claire needed more proper guidance in her life. “Ms. Colbatz, before you go, here are the signed documents. Please go ahead and review them when you have the time." Kimberly handed the paperwork over to her boss before she was about to exit the room. “Good work everyone. Today is definitely a day for all of us to remember. Now then, if you will excuse me." Ms. Colbatz waved her goodbyes as she went about her daily duties. "She's quite the person, I don't think I could handle something so...Strenuous." Tracy said as she placed Claire over her shoulder while patting her soiled diapered butt. 'This is so god damn humiliating! Once I'm out of here, I'll pretend like this day never happened!' “It's not a job for everyone. Now then, if you two will follow me, I’ll escort you two towards the entrance. A vehicle will be waiting to drive you back to your headquarters .” Kimberly stated. “Umm…Before we go, can we atleast allow Claire to get herself changed first? She is still wearing your school’s onesie afterall.” Tracy asked as she tried to be of some help to her co-worker. Claire continued to remain quiet, knowing that anything she said or did would only bring attention to herself. 'If this accident is reported to the higher ups, I could be put on a probation period which would mean that I would be required to wear diapers for the next few weeks...Shit! Why did this have to happen! in one of the worst places possible?' “If it’s to change your co-workers diaper, then that will be fine, however since she has had an accident while on school grounds, she will be required to remain in a one for the rest of her time here and that is not negotiable. Also, like with the pacifier, Claire will be allowed to keep the onesie, as a gift for visiting our school.” Tracy looked at Claire, wondering if she had had any qualms about the gifts, however Claire kept her attention away from Tracy, as she was still severely embarrassed by her actions. Tracy sighed as she decided to take action and do what she thought was best. “If you have any spare diapers for Claire, I’ll get her changed right away.” Claire looked up at Tracy with a look of disbelief. While she was relieved that she would no longer be in a wet diaper,the idea of having to wear another one, was far from ideal. Claire was about to remove the pacifier from her mouth until Tracy gently slapped her hand, keeping the pacifier in her mouth. “You can remove it once we are on our way back, okay? If you try to remove it again, you are going over my knee, understand!” Claire quickly nodded her head in agreement, she had never been so afraid of Tracy before. She didn’t know why but she felt compelled to obey her command. The idea of being spanked by her co-worker sounded like a fate worse than death. 'This is so unfair, why do I feel so scared, it's not right!' Claire soon found herself on a changing table in a public restroom. She never felt so helpless as Tracy removed the snaps to her onesie and began to remove her soiled diaper. Up until now, she viewed Tracy as an amazon that she could at least trust to a certain degree. She never saw her as someone that could be considered threatening, but all of a sudden, it was like Tracy had become an overwhelming figure that could not be denied. 'if Aisha were here, perhaps this wouldn't be happening.' Claire began to think about her most trustworthy friend and co-worker and felt an elated sense of ease. Tracy could see that Claire had a smile on her face and mistook it for the clean new diaper that was about to be put on her. 'Adoption is definitely the best option for Claire, she has done more than enough for her kind. I think it's time that she let herself go and embrace the life of infancy.' Tracy began to think of a scenario where she could adopt Claire as well. She knew that Sally would be overjoyed to have a sister to tag along with. After having Claire's butt cleaned and then having some baby powder applied to her privates, Tracy secured the new diaper on her co-worker, she then buttoned up Claire’s onesie and then carefully carried her out of the school building where a car was waiting to pick them up. "See Claire, it's all over now. No more icky wicky wetty diapies for you!" Tracy kissed Claire on the cheek before waving her goodbyes to Kimberly. As the two of them took a seat in the back vehicle, Tracy requested to keep Claire on her lap during the ride back their building. 'Damn it, Tracy is going now acting on her maternal instincts, it's time that I snapped her out of it.' Claire removed her pacifier as she being cradled by Tracy, she needed to stop the endless baby treatment she was receiving. “Tracy! Just because I wet a diaper doesn't mean that I deserve to be treated like an infant! You know me better than most, I only went along with this farce because I didn't want to be on the wrong side of that etiquette school. And most importantly, why the hell was I even brought their if a presentation wasn't needed. I'm sure that you understand that as well. All that preparation we went through was just thrown out of the window, such a load of crap, I tell you that....HMPH!" Claire soon found her mouth silenced but not by the pacifier but rather a baby bottle filled with milk. "Claire, I need you to calm down, so please enjoy this bottle of milk until we get back to the building. I was saving this for Sally but I can always nurse her when I get back home, so it's a win-win." Claire began to fidget around and remove the bottle from her mouth, however Tracy quickly slapped Claire on her thigh, warning the girl that if she continued, she would soon have a very red rear-end. "If you continue this behavior Clair, I will also request to the higher-ups to have you remain in diapers indefinitely and perhaps put a petition in to adopt you myself, is that what you want?" Tracy’s words felt like having a knife around her neck. Claire quietly nodded her head that she would oblige without question. 'I can't reason with Tracy when she's like this. I just have to endure until we get back.' Claire reluctantly began to suckle down on the bottle while in the arms of the amazon. Claire soon found a creamy substance enter her mouth which invigorated her taste buds, it was a substance that entranced her to the point that she couldn't stop indulging in. 'What is this stuff? Milk? I've never had anything like it and I can't have enough of it. What have I been missing!?' Claire slowly closed her eyes as she began to feel more at peace with herself while downing the liquid substance. 'Looks like Claire has taken quite the interest in my breast milk, can't say that I'm not surprised. Any little, whether they are native or portal, always enjoy the milk we amazons produce. Once you are finished, I'll allow you to speak. But I just want to let you know that I personally believe you would be happier if you were adopted. Are you sure that I can't convince you to become my daughter? You and Sally would definitely get along quite well while under my care." Claire quickly finished the bottle off so she could speak up which surprised Tracy. "If I really wanted a mommy of my own, I would only take Aisha and no one else!" Claire yelled out while some of the milk was going down her chin. Tracy smiled at how cute Claire looked, even though she was obviously frustrated. "And don't put any words in my mouth, Ima big girl that can do big girl things!" Claire stopped for a moment to reflect on the way she was talking. It didn't sound normal, she believed that she was sounding like a irritable child. "Something wrong Claire?" Tracy asked as she wiped away some of the milk that was dripping on her chin. "Can...Can I please take this diaper off now?" “Once we get back to the building, you will have my permission to do so, until then...” Tracy then grabbed Claire's pacifier and gently placed it back into her mouth. Claire smiled as she felt her body becoming weaker and her eyelids becoming heavier. 'What was I angry about again? I don't remember now.' Sleep soon consumed Claire as she was nestled in the arms of her amazon peer. "You are such a precious little, it would be a shame if you were adopted by the wrong amazon. Perhaps I'll inform Aisha about what we discussed, hehe." Tracy brushed Claire's hair as they continued their trip back. * * * * * * * * * * * “Ms. Colbatz, now that the meeting is adjourned, can you please explain to me as to why you requested that portal little to come along to the meeting? We could have easily approved the contract with Diamond Tours via signatures.” KImberly asked, curious as to why her boss wanted a face to face meeting. “If you really need to know, it’s because I was requested by a family member of mine. She wanted Claire to become more passive via the new prototype pacifiers that our company has created." “Based on past results, that portal little will start growing more dependent on the soother, which should make her even more docile. I assume that your family member wishes to eventually adopt Claire? Kimberly asked as she followed her boss down the halls of the multiple classrooms that held many littles, both portal and native. “That is correct, my niece is very much interested in adopting Claire and requested that I help speed up the process. To be truthful, I would have not done so if Claire agreed to work for us or requested to go under the rebirth program, but alas, Claire declined both offers. I’m kind of disappointed but also happy for my niece. Hopefully I’ll hear good news from her later this week and be able to see Claire in a more suitable environment.” Ms. Colbatz began to greet some of the teachers and see how the progress was going within her school. “Slow and steady wins the race.”

Fuck it. I feel like breaking one of my own rules just now, and giving some perspective. Just a fun bit of historical information for people, if they're interested. I shared this on my patreon around this chapter, so I thought people might like it here, too. When you think about it, science does NOT have a good track record with regards to psychology, psychiatry, and neurological stuff. Anything where there's people observing other people, a TON of bias is gonna come in. ESPECIALLY if the people are already seen or treated as "less than". ESPECIALLY if previous bias has already been established as fact. Phrenology, the "study" of bumps on the head and its shape to determine someone's personality and intelligence, came about and was used as a way to justify white people's superiority to literally anyone else (but specifically black people). People in power had long decided that people not in power were inherently inferior and made up a whole pseudo-science to explain the conclusion they had already reached. (Sound familiar?) Hysteria used to be considered a legit medical diagnosis, more often attributed to women who didn't get banged enough and that made them irrational, anxious, prone to seizure and fainting, hallucinations, and emotionally volatile. Basically any time a woman acted how they "weren't supposed to act", it was attributed to this magical condition involving their uterus. Prominent French neurologists, Charcot, thought hysteria was something that could be inherited and carried but events could trigger its latent activation. (Sound familiar?) In the 1970's the Rosenhan experiment had about a dozen people go into various mental institutions for an appointment saying they were concerned. They were given enough info on how to fake having schizophrenia for the interview process. Then as soon as they were admitted, they ceased the behaviors and acted normally. Yet everything they did after the point of admission was attributed to their schizophrenia. Some of them took notes out in the open about everything they were seeing and observing. That was also attributed to their schizophrenia. They couldn't get released until they confessed to a psychiatrist that they were mentally ill and then agreed to take antipsychotic medication...that they covertly flushed down the toilet. There was no privacy, random searches, condescension, sometimes viewing them going to the bathroom. The general consensus was that while the staff at these places were generally well meaning, there was still an overall feeling of dehumanization, objectification and dare I say it...infantilization? (That last one was my choice of words but...sound familiar?) The moment these "pseudopatients" as they called themselves were given the label of "schizophrenia", that became their key defining attribute and literally everything they did was explained by that attribute. (Sound familiar?) We see these beliefs as quaint and antiquated and obviously false now, but the people living in these times didn't. It was fact to them. The stories of people "discovering things and changing the way we think" are often not actually a matter of brave geniuses that cracked an unsolvable code that was heretofore completely mistranslated. They are about people who were able to spread their particular ideas to a society and power structure that was ready to listen. But ONLY when enough people- and more importantly the ones in power-were ready to listen. The Earth was the center of the universe, because of course we were. We're the only ones here and have you seen how awesome we are? Why wouldn't we be the center and have a nice shiny ball of light go around us? We are not immune to our own confirmation biases. Edison convinced people alternating current electricity was more deadly and dangerous than his own direct current by killing an elephant with it. Not to get political, but whether you are "right wing" or "left wing", look at the other side and think about how you feel about them? Betcha the most charitable thing you think of is something close to "they're stupid and misinformed". But know that they're thinking the same thing about you. We are not immune to propaganda. This is not an anti-science stance. This is not "both sides are as bad as the other". This isn't even "believe what you believe". Within the world of Unfair; Maturosis may be very real and the Amazons closest to Clark are grieving in the way that some people grieve when a loved one has dementia, a stroke, or a traumatic brain injury. Same body, but in so many ways its a different person and you're afraid that the old one that you loved is never coming back. Or it could be a codified system of oppression that has been pushed so hard that anyone shorter than an Amazon is scene as automatically less adult and needs to be "cared for" at the slightest sign of slippage is taken as fact like the sun going around the Earth. Clark's anger and frustration may be completely justified. Because his friends don't see him, only the fake diagnosis that got slapped on him. So is Tracy's extreme reluctance to get involved in a system that doesn't inherently target her but COULD take an unhealthy interest in her if she pokes her nose in too deeply. Humans can be wrong because they're operating under presuppositions due to cultural and personal biases put there by incomplete information, propaganda and people's generally innate desire to be right. And I have endeavored to make the cast of characters that reside in Oakshire very, very, human while still capturing a lot of the features and spirit of the Diaper Dimension. I will never answer whether or not Maturosis is real within this story, because whether it is or not isn't the point of the story. I chose to write this from first person POV because I did not want to give the appearance of objective fact. Clark's hurting here. And his pain is real in this moment. But that doesn't necessarily mean that everyone involved in his forced babying is stupid or acting in bad faith. How many times has Clark been wrong in this story, already? Remember when he thought Amy was just another mind fucked Little without a thought in her head?

Chapter 19: Contact -Victoria- Infernum Infantem – LittleFallenPrincess I put the kettle on as Nia sat down at the dining table in the kitchen. “What do you want to drink, sweetie?” I asked, without turning around. “I dunno… whatever…” She replied, sounding just like a bratty teenager. “Juice? Soda?” “Got any virgin blood?” “Damn… I knew I forgot something on my shopping list. Sorry sweetie, we’re fresh out of virgin blood…” I replied, turning my head and grinning back at her. “Juice will suffice. Much better for you than virgin blood too.” “I bet it is! I can’t see blood being very good for you… unless you’re a vampire.” “I could be one if I wanted to be!” She put her fingers up in front of her mouth, pointing down, to resemble the fangs of a vampire. “BLEH BLEH BLEH!” Which she really didn’t need to do, as she has fangs herself, though they aren’t as pronounced as a vampire’s. “You do realise vampires don’t talk like that sweetie? They’re not all from Transylvania…” “Well… well how do you know? Do you know any vampires?” She asked, in that bratty way kids do. “No, but I’ve done lots of reading. And apparently Beatrice knows some.” “Wait… really? What else can Beatrice do? What else does she know? She seems to know an awful lot…” “She’s a Witch, sweetpea. And so is her sister. They’ve been around the supernatural since they were born.” “How old is she? And wait… sister?” “I don’t know much about her family, she never told me. I have a feeling her sister is about the same age as me. And yes, she has a sister. Never met the girl, but she sounds lovely from what little Beatrice has told me about her.” “Can… Can we meet her? I’d love to meet more people on Earth.” She looked at me for a second before her eyes widened. “I mean not that I don’t enjoy your company… and Beatrice’s… it’s just… I’ve been stuck with sweaty nerds in Hell for decades… I’d like to meet more people like me I guess.” “More demons? Are there more demons on Earth?” I asked. “There's always demons on Earth… but no, I mean just… you know… otherworldly beings.” “So Witches, Vampires, Werewolves, etc?” “Yeah…” “Well I know they exist, but I’ve never been brave enough to get out there and mingle with the supernatural. I had my cult and my research… and my amulet… but that’s about it. The only people I know that aren’t just straight up human are you and Beatrice. But I could ask her if you want?” “I… I’d like that. Anyway! You were gone, what was that all about?” She asked, changing the topic back to the original reason we were here. The kettle stopped boiling, so I quickly prepared myself a coffee and poured a glass of fresh orange juice for Nia before walking over to her and sitting across from her, and sliding her drink over. “So… Beatrice’s contact got back in touch with her.” I said, taking a sip of my coffee that was waaay too hot to drink right now. “I gathered that. You went to see them. Who was it? What did they say? Is there a fix?” “Slow down babe…” “Sorry…” She wiggled about excitedly in her seat as she sipped her orange juice. “It’s okay, just… right, it was a contact, one who has a tiny bit of expertise in the demonic. And before you ask, he’s human. He’s a tinkerer, makes all sorts of things for all kinds of people… like you.” “Oh?” “And what he told me, is that whilst he’s never encountered a succubus himself, he is aware of infernal power spikes. Other demons can exude power usually when they feed. And because your way of feeding is a bit more… unique… compared to most demons, that’s why you only give away your position when you have sex or do anything remotely sexual.” “Okay… is that it? I thought we figured most of that out already.” Nia replied, rolling her eyes and taking another sip of her juice. “Bad news first. He can’t ‘fix’ your problem. But he has created something that may help us find a way that you can feed without giving off too much of a spike.” “Huh?” “Look, we can’t stop the power spikes, but he’s created this little device for us that will help us measure them.” I said, pulling out the little pocketwatch the guy gave me. It was an old, ornate little time piece. Brass by the looks of it, with a matching chain. On the front it had an inverted pentagram, and when you opened it, it had a normal-looking clock face. But the hands did not move. At least not yet they won’t. “That? That is supposed to help us? How?” Nia clearly wasn’t impressed. “Nia… don’t you understand what this gives us?” “No…” “Warning.” “Of?” “Say we have sex…” “I’m listening…” She grinned, resting her chin on her hands, looking at me. Her eyebrow raised seductively. I rolled my eyes in response. “Say we have sex… this will tell us when you start spiking. We can then wait for Hell to show up, and see how much build up it took to alert them. Then we know the limit. From there, we can try to work out how much you can feed before reaching the limit, and we can try to ration it out so it’s spread out instead of big bursts that will alert Hell. Understand?” “I… umm…” “We’ll have to find somewhere we can make a fast exit from, for when whatever-Demon-is-sent-after-you comes running… somewhere that won’t link back to me so that they won’t get any more suspicious than they already are of me.” “So we get to have sex in multiple places? Score!” She celebrated. “...For now. Once we’ve figured out how much life force you can take without alerting Hell, we can safely feed you at home.” “Spoilsport…” She crossed her arms and pouted. “...Or anywhere really…” I replied, throwing her a bone. Her face lit up again. “So… when are we trying this?” She asked. “Well we need to do it away from my home or my work. Otherwise the demons will be too suspicious, if they’re not already after sensing spikes both here and at my company. So somewhere more… public? How about I take you for a nice dinner… then maybe afterwards we get a hotel room? One with easy to access exits. We’ll need to make a run as soon as one of your fellow demons turns up…” “You really know how to show a demon a good time…” Nia laughed. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you get dessert too…” “How fancy is this place? Is it dressed up fancy? Or is it more casual?” Her demeanour suddenly changed at the promise of dessert. “There’s one place I’m thinking of, but it does mean you putting on a dress and us asking Beatrice…” “Ask Beatrice what?” I heard from behind me. I turned around to see Beatrice looking down at me. “You sneaky little…” Nia burst out laughing. She must have been in on it. She must have noticed her coming in. “Hey, you were so focused on this topic… So what restaurant?” Beatrice asked, sitting down next to me. “You know the one.” I replied. “Wait… really? That one?” She asked, surprised. “Which one? What’s so special?” Nia asked. “It’s just a restaurant she hasn’t been to in a while… not since…” ‘Not since… her.’ “Since what?” Nia looked really confused at this point. “It’s just one I haven’t been to in a while. I figured I’d take you. The food is really special.” I replied quickly, stopping this line of questioning. “So is she, if you’re taking her there…” Beatrice whispered to me as she stood back up and walked over to the kitchen. “So Bea… mind casting a glamour later? We’ll go earlier than I usually would, which means the place will be quieter.” “Sure. Are you driving there?” “Yeah. Figured it’s a nice day anyway, it would be nice to go for a drive with Nia.” “Well… I hate to be a third wheel… but could you drop me off at my sister’s on your way?” “Oh… sure… how come? Why can’t you just drive there?” I asked her. “I’ll be gone for a day or two.” Bea replied as she was doing something in the kitchen. “Oh? Is everything alright? Is this why you left earlier?” “It’s to do with that, yeah. And everything is fine, I just gotta help my sis with something. And I can’t drive there as your other car needs fixing…” “Fixing? What happened to it?” “It started making strange noises as I was driving back. I already called your mechanic, but he can’t fix it until tomorrow.” “Oh… well thanks for doing that, but what about you? How will you get home when you’re done at your sister’s?” “She’ll drop me off, don’t worry. If it’s too much hassle…” I looked over the table at Nia, who was giving me death stares. She clearly wanted me to give Beatrice a lift. For what reason… I have no idea. But I knew best not to piss off a demon, especially a hangry one. “Sure. We’ll give you a ride. Where does she live?” “In the city. Just a few streets away from the restaurant you’re going to.” ‘Wait… but most of the places there are just nightclubs and restaurants.’ I thought to myself. “Okay then…” I decided not to bring up that fact, intrigued as to where her sister actually lived. In all the time I knew Beatrice, she barely talked of her sister, other than little mentions here and there. No actual information. I didn’t even know her name. “Will we get to meet your sister?” Nia asked. ‘Ah… that’s why she wanted me to give her a lift…’ “You can say hi outside if you want. But you can’t come in. Sorry.” Bea replied. “How come?” Nia whined. “She’s very picky about letting strangers in.” “Awww…” Nia pouted now, and sat back in her chair with her arms crossed. “Well do what you want for now, we’ll head out late this afternoon. Nia, what are you going to do?” I asked, moving on from this topic. “Probably play my new game! I barely got to play it!” “Okay sweetie. Have fun. I’m going to do a bit of work in my study. And yes, you can join me there if you want.” Nia’s smile grew as she downed her orange juice and jumped up out of her chair, rushing off to get her game no doubt. “She loves spending time with you…” Beatrice commented. “And I her…” I replied, smiling and thinking about that cute little smile of Nia’s. ========================================================== “Are we there yet?” Nia whined from the back seat. “No sweetie. But nearly.” Beatrice replied. “Vic… it’s a left, then a right, then it’s just on the right hand side of the road.” “Okay Bea.” I replied to her, driving down the city streets in my sports car. Nia had put some metal music on the radio, the sun was shining, and the streets were mostly empty. I was glad I decided to do this just before rush hour, it means we can have this nice drive before an early dinner. Means we’re also more alert when we test out that little device Beatrice’s contact gave us. I was dressed in my favourite red dress, one I hadn’t worn in forever. Black heels and a black purse contrasted the long, strappy dress nicely. I hadn’t done much with my hair, I just let it flow down my shoulders, though after this drive, with the wind blowing through the car, I’d probably have to sort it before we got there. Nia wore a shorter little black dress. One that really stood out on her glamoured pale skin. And Beatrice had even changed too, although as she was just crashing at her sister’s place, she opted for jeans and a blouse. Which was still weird, most of the time she’s in her pyjamas or that maid uniform of hers… Left. Right. And just as we turned into the road we were heading for, Beatrice sat up. “Just pull in the driveway over there…” She instructed. “Which one?” I asked, looking around for a driveway. All I could see were huge buildings. Not huge like my company’s building, but still rather large. “The one on the right. The one that looks a little like a hotel.” “That dark, dingy one?” “That’s the one.” I pulled into the driveway, and outside the door was a figure, waiting for us. “Who… who is that?” Nia asked, taking her belt off and jumping forwards in her seat to get a closer look. “That… is my sister.” Beatrice sighed. Slowing the car to a complete stop, I engaged the handbrake and opened the window on my side of the car. The ‘sister’ walked over and stopped by the side of the car as Beatrice quickly got out and ran around, jumping into her sister’s arms, giving her a massive hug. I still hadn’t had a good look at this woman, other than her fiery red hair, similar to Beatrice’s. The only thing I could clearly see from this view was her black robe. Similar to Beatrice’s whenever she had to do some serious spellwork. “You okay sis?” Beatrice asked. “Yeah. And these are…?” The woman asked. “Victoria and Nia.” “Ah. The cultist and the demon.” “You’ve heard of us? I’m sorry, we’re awfully uninformed as to who… or what you are.” I asked. Beatrice bent down so I could see her face. “Let me introduce you… Victoria, Nia… this is my sister, Elizabeth.” ========================================================== I hope everyone enjoys 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 of Infernum Infantem 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 Infernum Infantem. New chapters of Infernum Infantem every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks!

We can go 8-12 hours or more in one diaper now, when we used to have to change every 3-4. But is it healthier? How often do you get rashes? or notice the urine smell? Me, I can't remember the last real diaper rash I've had; its far more common for me to get a little irritation from the elastics in a pull-up rubbing me on the wrong spot. Smell I don't really notice until I take off the diaper, though that could be nose-blindness on my part.

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Chapter 4: No Magic BEING CARRIED SO much today, this walking business was almost a novelty! At the stairs, I held back a feeling of panic at looking down the tall staircase! I grabbed the rail tightly and took it one step at a time before making it down. I looked back up and wondered how I would deal with those regularly! I could hear the TV on in the downstairs living room and walked over there. My dad was sitting in his recliner and taking a drink right then. I thought about just walking over to the couch and having a seat, but he opened his arms and said, “You want to come sit in my lap?” I had been so jealous of my sister that I couldn’t turn that down! I started running and realized a problem as soon as I jumped into his lap. I was moving faster than I should have been. He said, “Oomph,” and I looked to ensure he was okay. “I’m so sorry, Dad! Are you okay?!?” I asked, suddenly afraid I had hurt him. “Thankfully, you missed the jewels, sweetheart. I’m fine,” he said and hugged me to reassure me. “You need to be really careful, though. You look like a baby, but you’re definitely not a normal one!” I returned the hug and leaned into his arm to watch the TV show. It was a new episode of one of the CSI spin-offs I didn’t usually watch. I didn’t tend to spend much time watching TV between practicing and doing homework. Then, it suddenly occurred to me, “If I’m stuck like this, I’ll never be able to play flute again!” Dad hugged me, “I’m sure we’ll figure something out. What about piccolo?” I smiled, “I bet I could do that!” “Well, maybe we’ll see about getting one for you for Christmas.” We sat there for about ten more minutes until Mom came down. “Already a daddy’s girl?” She asked teasingly. I tried sticking my tongue out at her before realizing something was in the way. I pulled my pacifier out, stuck my tongue out, and then put it back in my mouth. She laughed and came over to pick me up from Dad’s lap. Then, she proceeded to start tickling me without any warning! “Stop…” I giggled. “Okay…” she said. Dad turned off the TV and came and joined us on the couch. I sighed; this was going to be one of those conversations. “Okay, so what do you want to talk about?” “A lot of things,” Mom said gently. “Well... start talking,” I said. “First off, I think we’re going to have to have some ground rules here, sweetie,” Dad said. “Like?” I said and pulled the pacifier from my mouth. I had to force myself to hold it in my lap. “Well, for one, until you get some training, I think no magic in the house would be a good one to start with.” I looked at him skeptically, “Why?” He sighed, “Look, some of my work - which you know I can’t talk about - involves some of the after-effects of energy output from mergents. We particularly study those that use so-called magic power. We’ve been trying for the last decade to isolate the physics principles that have to be at work behind ‘magic.’ We have a few magic users in our group that help us out. Unfortunately, I’ve heard too many horror stories about them learning to use magic, making sprites, and destroying things.” “Sprite?” I asked. “They’re kind of like creatures… but come in all sorts of shapes. Normally they start wandering around destroying things and wreaking havoc anytime they appear.” “Oh,” I said. “Will I be able to learn from someone here?” Dad shrugged, “We’ll know more on Monday. There’s a school that a lot of other... “ He hesitated, so I added “Mergents,” for him. He grimaced and nodded before continuing, “go to back east. I’d probably have you on the plane next week if you weren’t two years old. I’m not sure if they would be willing to have a student who basically needs a daycare, though…?” I hit him lightly on the leg. Or I thought it was light; he winced. “Sorry, Daddy, are you okay?” “Yes, but that will probably leave a bruise. You’re going to have to be really careful, sweetie!” He told me. I felt some tears in my eyes at that. He stroked my hair gently, “We’ll get through this, I promise you.” “So, what else?” I asked Mom. “Well, I think when we’re out, you need to pretend to be a normal two-year-old.” “So, tantrums, pooping in my diaper at random points, sucking on a pacifier...?” I sighed, “I have the second and the third down, at least.” “It wasn’t random, at least. It was after dinner, just like Lily,” she said with a smile. “If we had put you on the potty in time, you might have gone there.” I smiled but shook my head, “I might have by random chance, but I can’t feel when I’m going or need to go at all! Lily will probably be out of diapers before I am again.” She squeezed my leg gently, “It’s okay, though; that’s not the end of the world.” Mom hesitated but said, “No, I also mean things like using a bib, like your sister, definitely sitting in your car seat, high chairs, etc.” “Why?” “Well, partially to protect you,” Dad answered. “Huh?” “Look, and especially until Monday when you get tested, the EPC is a powerful government agency that could come and take you away if something funny happens. Then there’s Sanguis Primum; while they don’t have much of a presence in Los Alamos, there are a bunch of those nutjobs in Albuquerque and Santa Fe.” I nodded at that. Even among ‘norms,’ I’d heard horror stories of the Emergent Protection Commission officers committing horrible acts against Mergents. The Sanguis Primum members took racism to a whole other level from what I had seen. “Okay, I get that. Do I have to be a complete baby here, though? Can I please have time on my computer and maybe keep up with my school stuff or something? I enjoyed playing with Lily tonight, but I’m still eighteen in my mind.” Dad nodded, “I don’t see any reason why not. I think we may have to move your computer to another room, though, and give you another bed and redecorate.” He hesitated, “It doesn’t have to be too girly, though.” I took a moment and decided to say, “No, it can be girly; that’s fine. Can we maybe decorate it with Sofia the First stuff? Since you named me after her and all. I mean, they made a TV show about me. Shouldn’t I have some of her stuff?” I winked at Dad. “Why do I get the feeling the girl part of this isn’t upsetting you?” Mom asked gently. ‘Here goes nothing,’ I thought to myself, “Because…” I felt my breath shake, “Because it doesn’t,” I felt a tear roll down my face. “It’s a dream come true.” “You wanted to be a girl?” Dad asked in surprise. His tone was still gentle. I nodded, “Since I could remember, I thought I was one, but I had the wrong parts. Now I have the right body… well, sort of.” I grimaced and told them how I’d been scared to ever say anything to them. I knew I was transgendered, and becoming a girl was a dream come true! “Being a baby again really wasn’t in the plans, though,” I finished in tears. “I think that you were focused so much on the simple pleasures of Lily’s life, though, that you kind of got stuck on it then,” Dad told me softly. Then, he leaned over to me and hugged me. “I love you. Never forget that.” Mom joined in the hug and said, “So do I, sweetie; whether you’re eighteen, two, or one hundred, I will always love you.” “I love you too,” I said to them and was glad I had parents like these. We stayed there for a few minutes before I asked, “May I go to my room and get on my computer?” Mom looked at me for a moment before nodding, “You may. Let me check your diaper first, though.” I grimaced as Mom felt the crotch of my diaper and said, “A little wet, but I think it’ll hold until bed.” She smiled at that. “You could ask me to check it myself, you know,” I told her. My privacy already felt invaded during the changes. Mom looked embarrassed herself, “I’m sorry sweetie, I… I guess I’m just used to checking your sister.” I nodded. I guess I checked Lily all the time, too, since she didn’t usually tell us when she was wet. “I’m sorry; I guess that’s natural for you,” I told her and hugged her. I then hopped off the couch lightly and headed to my room before the conversation got any more awkward. I took the stairs a little faster this time. They still seemed gigantic, but I didn’t feel the fear of them. I had to climb up my computer chair awkwardly to get into it before discovering I couldn’t just sit and reach the keyboard. I hopped down and let the chair go as high as possible before climbing back. I could sit on my knees and just reach everything pretty much. I noticed my cell phone there and saw Jacob had sent me a slew of messages starting with, ‘Hey, do you want to hang out?’ at first to really worried ‘Where the hell are you?’ messages. I sighed. I opened my phone’s unlock screen and sent a text to him. ‘Sorry, bro, got… sick. I’m going to be quarantined at home for a while.’ I sent a message to Hannah simultaneously, ‘Thanks for watching my sister earlier… and… thanks for being my friend.’ Hannah responded first, ‘You’re soooo cute now! You do realize that?’ I turned red, ‘I know...’ ‘So what are you going to do now?’ ‘I don’t know. I’m supposed to pretend to be two anytime we’re out and about. If you run into us somewhere, go ahead and let loose your maternal instincts I guess.’ ‘lol, I’m sorry Nick.’ I paused before sending, ‘It’s okay, but it’s Sofia now… might as well get used to it. I need to go. I’ll ttyl’ ‘Ttyl (-:’ I was just about to start browsing the internet when Jacob responded. ‘Dude, are you okay?’ I sighed, ‘Sort of… look, I’ll talk to my parents and maybe you can come over with Hannah Tuesday for us to explain.’ ‘You’re acting like you emerged or something...’ ‘Tuesday,’ I told him. ‘Okay, I’ll take the hint. I need to go; Mom is yelling at me.’ ‘ttyl’ Putting my phone aside, I opened the internet and typed ‘Mergent’ into Wikipedia. Of course, everyone knew ‘about’ Mergents, but I never thought I would turn out to be one. I searched one website after another, looking for information. One of the first articles I read about were those with ‘Paradigm’ abilities. ‘Paradigm talents often manifest into super strong, super-fast, and super-beautiful Mergents. Little is known about how this trait is passed on, but those who receive this form of emergence tend to be the most ‘super’ of the variants. Nearly every high-level Paradigm Mergent will have a strong EFP that will guide and shape the Paradigm’s appearance. The most powerful will find that they may not even be able to cut their hair without it instantly growing back to maintain their ‘ideal’ form.’ I groaned as I read about EFPs or Emergent Form Patterns that controlled a high-level paradigm’s body appearance. It seemed like the higher level of a Paradigm you were, the more it could change you. I read a few accounts of gender change before, but it seemed like it wasn’t all that common. I didn’t find many examples of anyone getting younger, and none to my age. I looked at the clock and saw it was almost ten, figuring my mom would be coming in soon. I looked around my room and saw my new black belt hanging off my dresser. I wondered if I could even still do those forms. Curious, I jumped off my chair, moved to the center of my room where there wasn’t a lot of clutter, and began moving through the basic warmup forms and worked to the ones I’d performed last night. Surprisingly I felt like I was even more nimble and sure of myself. The only thing that seemed to be holding me back was the stupid diaper. Until I managed to lick potty training again though I would have to get used to it, I was afraid. I had just run through the final form when Mom came in. She looked surprised to see me in one of my forms - well, I’m sure it looked a little out of place. “Practicing?” She asked. “I wanted to see if I could still do everything,” I told her with a smile. “You can?” “Uh-huh!” “That’s great, sweetie.” She came over and kneeled down to give me a hug. “Look, I know you’re probably not a fan of this, but your father and I are tired, and I think it’s time for bed.” I just nodded, “I understand. Can you change my diaper?” Mom said, “That was just what I was coming to do!” Mom had my sister’s diaper bag and a changing mat that she laid down on the floor next to me. In next to no time at all, she had my sleeper feet off, my wet diaper peeled off, wiped bottom, powdered, taped the new one on, and had me redressed. “You would think you’ve been doing that for the last two-and-a-half years or something?” I told her. “Well, I had my three years with you before!” She picked me up and started to set me on my bed. I felt embarrassed, but I pulled the pacifier out of my mouth and asked, “Umm… Mom… my?” She looked at me strangely, “Yes?” “I know this may sound kind of weird… but could you put me to bed like you do, Lily?” I felt my face flush a bit. “With a bottle and a story?” She asked, kind of surprised. I just nodded and put the pacifier back in my mouth, my face now fiery red. “Sure, sweetie,” she smiled, “I’ll be back in a couple minutes.” Mom disappeared downstairs and came up with one of Lily’s bottles filled with warm milk in one hand and a book about Rapunzel, one of Lily’s favorite stories. “You don’t have a rocking chair in here,” she started to say, but suddenly there was a pop, and one appeared where a bean bag I had on the ground was. “I thought we told you no magic?” I looked up at her in fear, “I didn’t mean to, Mommy. I didn’t do what I did earlier at all!” ‘You didn’t, I did,’ I heard in my head. It was the voice of the lady from last night. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thank you for reading! Please press the ‘Like’ Button if you’ve enjoyed it! Comments are always super appreciated as well! For those who have read this before, I hope this is a smoother reading experience! There are lots of little changes and adjustments through the work. 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Hailey went through the grocery store getting fruits veggies and meats. She went to the snack aisle and got zack some toddler snack like goldfish and cookies. they made there way to baby food aisle where she got James some new baby snacks like squeezable apple sauce and baby puffs. Hailey continues shopping asking the boys every so often there opinions on something they wanted. Hailey went down the medicine aisle next looking for a laxative. " mommy has to get baby some medicine you haven't gone poopie in a couple days " she told James showing him the laxative he would be getting later.

Gracie slept peacefully in between gwen and the not waking up for the rest of the night. When she woke up the next morning she laid ther lazily sucking her pacifer waiting someone to wake up. When rye got up she snuggled closer to him. " morning daddy " she said letting out a stretch. " I wanna milky " she told him as she was taken to the kitchen. She happily drank her milk think about what she wanted in her oatmeal. " chocolate " she told him thinking that was a better option than fruit

Gracie was happy that she got to get a story before bed tonight. She pouted as she was lightly scolded but she liked her pacifer much more than her thumb. She sucked her paicifer enjoying the story gwen read to her. Gracie however didn't sleep through the night she woke up to soaked diaper that was causing her lots of discomfort. She sat up in her bed and realized the bars kept her from getting out. " mommy " Gracie called " I'm wet "

Gracie let out a loud burp once she was down causing her to jump alittle but and some spit up. While she was getying changed she rubbed her eyes on the table sucking her thumb. " story please " she asked wanting to hear a story before she fell asleep. Gracie felt all cozy in her Jammie's she was super tired and kept yawning. When she was laid in the crib she looked at the ceiling. " tank yoy daddy " she told him staring at the ceiling. " nite nite " Gracie grabbed her stuffed lion cuddling it close to her chest.

I will only get a rash if I stay in a poopy diaper too long. I try to change them asap so it doesn’t happen very often.

Gracie was enjoying her food the baby food had weed texture but she got use to it quickly. " more mommy " she said every time gwen would take alittle longer than gracie would like. Gracie reached her bottle when was take out the highchair. " sleepy mommy " she said as the bottle was put to her lips. With a fully belly Gracie was now ready for bed. She was definitely tired baby she held in to gwen shirt while she drank her bottle slowly.

Just some gals chillin' in this chapter. Hanging out. Bein' pals. ----- 10 Sarita sat on her couch with an amused expression. Nero was on the back of the couch, meowing at her. He’d been at it for a good five minutes. He’d always been a little complainer, but Sarita was pretty sure she was feeling outright lectured by her kitty for the first time. “Nero, you’re repeating yourself. I don’t speak cat, but you did that same meow a minute ago.” The answer to Sarita’s gentle rebuke was an indignant yowl. Tired of being chewed out by her cat, Sarita grabbed the little black kitty by the scruff of his neck and put him in her lap. He gave a few half-hearted meows before switching to cuddle mode. Nero’s first order of business was to rub his cheek all over Sarita’s new clothes. With a few circles to make sure that both blouse and skirt were properly shed-on, Nero sat down to make biscuits. Laughing at her industrious pet, Sarita checked her phone. Surprisingly, it was before eight am. An early morning on a day off demanded a nap, and Sarita had no intention of resisting. An hour later, Sarita was rudely pushed back into consciousness by the need to pee. Her foggy mind sapped her limbs of energy in protest. She’d just gotten super comfortable on the couch. Furthermore, Nero was a warm ball on her lap, purring as he snoozed. Technically I don’t have to get up. I’m still wearing the diaper Astra put on me. It was an absurd thought – wasn’t it? Sure, she wasn’t playing with Astra at the moment, but she’d used several diapers on dates with her Angel. Would wetting another one be any different? There was enough justification for Sarita’s sleepy mind to relax her bladder and return to napping. The warmth in her diaper only increased her coziness, making sleep come easier than it had the first time. ----- Waking up with a clammy diaper was not nearly as fun as falling asleep with a warm one. The squish on her butt when Sarita sat up made her bits tingle. That’s confirmation then. The diapers are sexy by themselves. Good thing I know at least two hot ladies who like diapered girls. It’d been distressingly easy and convenient to use her diaper. Sarita considered texting Astra to tell her, but decided to save that tidbit for the next time she saw her Angel. It’d be an easy way to get her girlfriend’s motor going and earn some praise. Or maybe I’d get a spanking? I’m still not clear if I’m supposed to be in trouble for using the diapers or not. A shower, a fresh outfit, and lunch were on the schedule. The first two Sarita managed easily. On her way to item three, she caught Nero sleeping on the pack of decorated diapers. Moving him resulted in a lot of meows and a trip to the litterbox so that he could stare accusingly at Sarita. No sooner had Sarita provided clean litter for her kitty than there was a notification on her phone. Astra had a list of reminders for her, including a prompt to not forget lunch. That one was really useful, as she’d completely forgotten about food. Also on the list was a reminder to unpack her laundry, so she’d have something un-wrinkled to wear to work. Reasoning that the earlier she could get a work shirt hung up, the better, Sarita dumped her laundry duffel out on her bed. She was proud to have three work shirts hung up and lightly misted so that the wrinkles would relax out. The skirts were wrinkle-proof, which meant they got shoved in the dresser. Sarita had finished organizing her bra drawer when a text came in from Nohemi. Nohemi Hey girl! You still off work? Sarita Yeah. Just doing chores and getting yelled at by my cat. Nohemi Can I steal you away? Don’t tell Nero it was me. Sarita No promises, he’s been in a mood. :3 Where do you want to meet? Nohemi My place, if that’s okay. Sarita I can’t wait to see it. Send me your address. Clothes could obviously wait, especially since there were enough of them put away for a few days at work. Sarita gave Nero some extra scritches in the hopes that he’d forgive her for leaving again so soon. Giving her kitty attention until he wanted to be left alone was usually good for a happy Nero when she came home. ----- Sarita climbed the creaky metal stairs to Nohemi’s apartment. They’d clearly been a rush-replacement for the original wood stairway, typical of one of Ardenthill’s historic apartment buildings. The stairwell even smelled old, with hints of smoke and mold in the ancient brick. There were – a lot of stairs. No wonder Nohemi’s butt looks so good. The building Sarita lived in got out of having an elevator by topping out at three stories. Nohemi’s was five stories, but was using its historic status as an excuse for lacking an elevator. I don’t usually think about buildings this much, Sarita mused, as she crested the fourth floor landing. Mimi just had to live on the top floor, didn’t she? Panting, she took a moment to catch her breath on the fifth floor. The hallway wasn’t worth five floors of stairs, but it was cool enough to make Sarita envious. The carpet was old, well taken care of, and woven with a beautiful pattern. Unlike the cheap spartan aesthetic of a modern building, the walls were decorated with carved wood moldings and chair rails. Even Nohemi’s door was cool, it was solid black and looked like oak under the stain. There were worn spots on it from generations of hands and feet holding it open. Nohemi had the door open moments after Sarita knocked. “You made it! I hope the stairs weren’t too much of a pain.” Nohemi looked dapper in a button-up shirt and a blue vest. “They were okay. You look fancy. What’s the occasion?” Sarita gave Nohemi a hug, noting the soft fabric of her vest approvingly. “I got a wild hair and cleaned my whole apartment. It was fun to dress up a little after. You’re looking cute too.” Sarita looked down at her midi skirt and single breasted blouse with horizontal and vertical stripes meeting at the buttons. Dressing on autopilot had resulted in an outfit very similar to what Astra had put her in. She’s going to have me dressing like a 50’s housewife if I don’t pay attention. I wonder if that’s the look she likes, or if she got a deal on those clothes. “Thanks! I’m not sure why I dressed up, I didn’t do anything ambitious like clean my apartment.” “Then you can enjoy mine. Let me show you around.” Though it was cleaner than Sarita’s apartment had been since she moved in, Nohemi’s apartment didn’t have the white-glove feel of Astra’s. Part of that was the sheer age of the building. There was only so much cleaning you could do on old brick and wood. Overall the feeling was comfy, even homey. Nohemi’s kitchen looked well used and cared for, with familiar spices and a tortilla warmer that saw enough use to never be put away. The bathroom had wonderful old tile who’s funky pattern set Sarita’s mind spinning with design possibilities. Her favorite part of the tour was the deep-cushioned couch in the living room. With built-in pillows on the arms, it was the perfect spot for curling up. Sarita wasted no time getting her shoes off and doing exactly that. “You got comfy fast. Is that going to be your spot?” “I like that idea! Yes, this is my cozy spot.” “You’ll have to come over a lot to establish residency.” Nohemi winked. “Oh no, how will I manage?” Sarita scooted closer to Nohemi. “I love hanging out with you.” “I like it a lot too.” Nohemi fell quiet, watching Sarita’s face. “What have you been up to?” “Mostly work. The ABDU is opening a new building and there’s literally miles of wire to pull. What about you?” “I had three days off! It’s been really nice. Usually I work six days a week and it’s super stressful.” “That’s great! What’d you do with your extra days?” “I went on a couple of dates.” Sarita blushed. “But that’s not all I do!” “Relax, you go on as many dates as you want. Are you still with Astra?” “I’m not with anybody. I’m dating two girls right now, and Astra is one of them.” “Oh?” Nohemi’s interest was clearly piqued. “Do you know Pauline? I went on a date with her too.” “Yeah, I know her. She’s a nice girl.” “She is. I don’t know if I feel the spark with her though.” “Oh yeah? What makes you spark?” “I wish I knew.” Sarita completed her scooting journey to Nohemi’s side of the couch and leaned against her friend. As she’d hoped, Nohemi drew her into a hug. “Stuff went really well with Astra on our last date but there were still like – bumps.” “What do you mean by bumps?” Nohemi’s arms felt tense around Sarita. “I’m sorry, I know you have stuff with her. We don’t have to talk about her.” “Mija, it’s okay. If you want to talk about your date with Astra, I’m here for you.” Nohemi’s voice sounded strained. Details were out of the question, Sarita decided. I’ll just ask the most important question. Then we can get off the topic so that Nohemi doesn’t have to be annoyed. “The bumps aren’t that important. There’s always bumps. The thing I’m really having trouble with is – I think she wants to say the L word. I don’t know if she’s waiting for me to say it first, or if she wants me to be more comfortable first, but she was super amped last night and almost said it a bunch of times.” “Is the L word Love, Sarita?” Nohemi asked sarcastically. “Girl, if you can’t even say it talking to me, no wonder Astra is nervous.” “Why do I let you be so mean to me?” “Because you like me.” “I like you a lot, Mimi.” Sarita smiled and cuddled in closer, resting her head on Nohemi’s shoulder. “I’m sure you know it’s a bad idea to say you’re in love before you are. What’s the big worry? Astra hasn’t said it yet, she’d probably waiting until she feels it too.” “She’s said everything else though. The whole night and morning it was over the top stuff about how I’m the best Little Girl ever and that I’m her princess.” Nohemi held her breath. “She called you Princess? Like a nickname?” “Yeah, why? What’s up?” “Did you go home on your own or did she need to work?” “She took me home early, it was probably for work. What’s going on?” “It’s nothing – I shouldn’t say anything.” “That doesn’t sound like nothing!” Sarita wiggled around in the embrace until she could look Nohemi in the eye. In the process she found herself sitting on Nohemi’s lap. “It’s nothing bad for you. It’s great for you. I don’t want to be causing you and Astra a problem with rumors.” “You’re starting to freak me out. Please, Nohemi, tell me what you’re hinting around.” Nohemi sighed and closed her eyes. She put her hands on Sarita’s hips to balance her, thought better of it and moved her hands to Sarita’s thighs. For some reason, that still didn’t sit right with her, and she let her hands drop to her sides. “Look, it really isn’t a bad thing for you. I shouldn’t have even asked those questions. It’s just – you’re so comfortable with this stuff and you know everyone from the Munch Group, it’s hard to remember that you don’t know everyone’s history.” “You keep saying it’s not bad for me. Who’s it bad for?” “Fuck. Okay, I’ll tell you. Do you know that Astra plays with other Little Girls?” “Yes. Oriana told me and Astra and I had a conversation about it. Is that it?” “No.” Nohemi raised her eyes to the ceiling and crossed herself. “Look, Astra can be a lot of fun to date. She’s high energy and she makes a great Mommy.” “But?” Sarita frowned, watching Nohemi’s face intently. “She has some – patterns – that people in the local scene picked up on over time. If she’s calling you Princess, then yeah, she does want to say she loves you.” “I’m so confused. How is that some big problem thing? I mean, I’m not ready to say I love her, but it’s sweet that she wants to.” “I told you it’s not bad for you. It means she’s going to break up with Jenevieve.” “What!? She said she wasn’t dating Jenevieve.” Sarita wobbled on Nohemi’s lap. Her friend caught her by the waist. There was a sick feeling in Sarita’s stomach. “She’s not exactly – damn it, Sarita, I’m screwing this up. Seriously, Astra is into you. She’s one hundred percent on team Sarita.” “Then how is it a breakup with Jenevieve?” “Because Jenevieve wants to be Astra’s full time Little Girl more than anything. So much, that she pretends she’s dating Astra even though she knows they’re not really dating. When Astra meets somebody she really likes – she stops playing with Jenevieve.” “Oh. They’re just going to stop playing at the Green Fairy? Why did you call it a breakup?” “To Jenevieve, it is. To Astra, it’s just letting a play partner know that they can’t play anymore.” “You make it sound like Astra is abusing Jenevieve.” The sick feeling in Sarita’s stomach was growing rapidly. “She’s not! Astra could – probably be more careful, but she’s not malicious. If you’ve spent the night with her a couple of times you know how she is. She gets so excited to play that she just goes for it when she has someone to play with.” That’s not wrong. Actually that description makes me feel better about the bumps. I understand where they’re coming from a little better. Sarita’s stomach calmed, though she could feel her body holding the nervous energy in reserve for another bad revelation. “Mimi, you’d tell me if Astra was some kind of manipulator or abuser, right?” “I absolutely would. She’s not, to the best of my knowledge, and I know her pretty well. This is why I didn’t want to get into this with you. I’m sorry I dredged up all the scene gossip. It’s not fair to put that on you, when you weren’t here for it happening.” “So Astra doesn’t do any scary or cruel stuff to the girls she dates, is what you’re saying? On God?” “There’s no serial killer or psycho stuff in her, on God.” Sarita searched Nohemi’s face. Something in her friend’s expression didn’t sit right. There was an uncomfortable truth that Mimi wasn’t telling her. If it was something from Nohemi’s own past with Astra – then Sarita didn’t need to know. But if it was something else… “On God? You’re being honest with me?” “On God! I’m not lying.” “Bitch, if you’re about to tell me you don’t believe in God…” “Mija, I go to mass. Why do you think I never reply to your texts before ten on a Sunday?” “Oh.” Sarita hung her head guiltily. “I don’t go to mass anymore.” Nohemi laughed. “That’s fine, I’m not upset with you. I’ll even cover for you if your abuelas are after you about it.” The ball of nervous energy untied itself, which helped Sarita’s tummy but sent nervous energy into her arms and legs. On impulse, she leaned in and hugged Nohemi tightly. “Thanks for telling me. I’m sorry I freaked out. I’ve had bad relationship stuff and I get scared.” “It’s okay. Like I said, I’m sorry I brought it up. None of this is your drama. I’m friends with Jenevieve and I got worried for her. My mouth got ahead of my brain.” “I just want to be happy.” Sarita was surprised at the sadness in her voice. From the way Nohemi’s breath caught, she was surprised as well. “I want you to be happy too.” Nohemi squeezed Sarita tightly and rubbed her back. “If you believe anything I say, believe that.” Tears sprang into Sarita’s eyes. She sat up and wiped them away. “You’re such a good friend, Mimi. You know you can vent to me too, right? I’ll always listen.” Nohemi’s mouth crooked sadly. Ugh, poor Mimi. I always drop my drama on her. I’m the worst friend. “That means a lot, Sarita. I’m sure I’ll need that sometime.” “It’s kind of hard to imagine. You seem so – good at stuff. You’re winning at life.” “I am?” Nohemi looked at Sarita incredulously. “Compared to me you are. You’ve got a good job, lots of friends, you’re really smart and kind. You’re not some big emotional mess all the time, you’re all – cool and – I don’t know, mature?” Sarita looked away bashfully before adding, “I look up to you.” Nohemi shifted, looking uncomfortable. Belatedly, Sarita realized she’d been on Nohemi’s lap and up in her space way more than was probably okay for their level of friendship. Quickly, she scooted onto the neighboring couch cushion. “Sarita – you might be the sweetest girl I know.” Nohemi stroked Sarita’s cheek and brushed away her tear-trail. It felt wonderful to get such a caring touch after she’d imposed on Nohemi so much. She’s such a great friend. I have to make sure to take care of her too. I want her to be happy. “Thanks. Sorry for the crazy emotional afternoon. I don’t know why I got so spun up.” Sarita’s stomach punctuated her sentence with a raucous growl. “When did you last eat?” “I made lunch before I came over – wait, no I didn’t, I got distracted with the kitty litter and the laundry.” “Sarita, it’s almost four. Did you have a big breakfast at least?” “Um – I had two pieces of toast.” Nohemi shook her head. “Get your butt up, we’re making an early dinner.” Meekly, Sarita followed her friend to the kitchen. “What are we making?” “Arroz con pollo.” Nohemi opened her cupboards to pull out rice, tomato sauce, and chilis. “Doesn’t that take like – an hour?” Sarita’s stomach grumbled again. “I have leftover chicken we’re going to use, it’ll be twenty five minutes tops. Do you know how to chop an onion?” Nohemi put a cutting board and knife in front of Sarita. “What kind of question is that? You think I’m a little kid who doesn’t know how to cook?” “I’ve seen how many taquitos are in your freezer. We barely got the tamales in there.” Nohemi gave Sarita a playful swat on the rear. “Onions are in the basket at the end of the counter. Get chopping.” “Okay, fine.” Sarita laughed and grabbed an onion. As she chopped, she kept watch on Nohemi out of the corner of her eye. The look on her friend’s face wasn’t too disapproving. Sarita smiled. She might not be the best cook over, but she could chop an onion without cutting herself. Cooking with Nohemi created an instantly easy rhythm. Sarita chopped garlic after the onion, and chilis after that. Nohemi adeptly managed the pan and prep for the leftover chicken. While the rice and chicken simmered, they leaned on the counter and chatted. Nohemi had poured herself a glass of the white wine she’d put in the sauce, and Sarita asked for a glass without remembering her empty stomach. She put the glass down as soon as she realized she was getting giggly and silly. Luckily, Nohemi didn’t seem to mind. She was a attentive and smiling a ever. I wish Nohemi and I could hang out all the time

That was a great chapter, totally fascinating. I think if the "accident" had happened with just Janet and Beouf around they would have hushed it up, but with the audience that was there they had to act otherwise with Brollish he would have been whisked away to somewhere far worse. As for maturosis itself, if it isn't real them believing it is likely the indoctrination of lifetimes and so normal behaviour, this story becomes an allegory for any of our worldly old beliefs like slavery/serfdom. Oh and I love the double meaning chapter title

After I change my morning wet and messy NS purple Supreme diaper, I have Tena Active Fit Ultra diaper already out for my diaper at work. I trust them with my life...or should I say with my pants!!

I'm old enough to remember when he did this show. It was a topic on forums when I started, but something that already happened. First of all, it was Jerry Springer- that was his gig. Phil Donahue's show was much more respectable. That one was weird, but it was also the first time I realized there were others like me. TBH- I've only watched clips of the infamous Jerry Springer episode There is a very famous qoute from Mahatma Ghandi: First they ignore you Then they mock you Then they fight you Than you win TBH, we are so divergent culturally that there is still a number of people at the mocking stage, while a majority are at the 'you be your' stage.' The same people are still on the fighting stage of LBGQT, and starting to look ridiculous fighting it

Gwen smiled as she looked at Gracie. “I knew you would like it.” Said Gwen. She continued to feed Gracie. “You are such a good eater. Mommy is enjoying her time with you.” Said Gwen. She finished feeding her the jars of baby food. She wiped Gracie’s face. Gwen smiled as Rye handed her a warm bottle of milk. She removed Gracie from the highchair and set her in her lap. She cradled Gracie and inserted the bottle into her mouth. “There you go, drink up for mommy. You were hungry huh. I bet you are less fussy now.” She cooed.

Gracie was still whining as she was taken down stairs. Her tummy rumbled ass she was placed in the highchair. " hungry "she whined reaching for rye as he buckled her in the highchair. When gwen came over with the baby food Gracie frowned she don't want that. " no mommy " she said shaking her head. While she was pouting gwen mangers to slip some food into Her mouth. Once Gracie swallowed the food she couldn't help but open for more as it was delicious. " more " she said opening her mouth. She was less fussy now as she was fed.

In the US, a bin with a yellow lid and the words diapers on it would be a violation of HIPAA. https://www.cdc.gov/phlp/publications/topic/hipaa.html

Looking for anyone who will forcibly regress me I want to feel like a baby all the way and give control to someone

I'm in a Rearz Critter Caboose diaper like the one you see in my picture currently. Also wearing Rearz plastic pants over it. It's very wet. Hoping to make a mess soon in it. I unfortunately won't be getting large shipments of any more of these for now due to the living arrangement/hiding it from folks I'm living with, but when I have some time to myself, I will enjoy them when I get the chances. These are great.

Me too!! I found my Mommy!! To do that!!

Gracie cried as she was taken to get a changed. Her face was all red and tear stained. She was crying in the kitchen so she didn't really pay much attaining to her mommy. " paci" she cried as rye gave it to her. On the changing table she was a lot less fussy but she was still crying. " daddy " she said reaching up to him while she was changed. Gracie was fussy she was hungry and tired after her long day. Once her diaper was change she felt alittle better after but was still fussing.

Hailey had out James hair in a green pony tail holder. While they were out she planned on getting more hair accessories. She showed James the picture. " see look how cute you are " Hailey cooed. She picked him up and carried him downstairs. " okay I have to get zack ready yoy can do tummy time and watch cartoons " Hailey said laying James on blanket in the living roomZ she turned on paw patrol. " be good baby mommy will be back in minute. Zach time to get ready " she called out tok him. She left James in the living room.

Cliffhanger! And Kylie seems a little pissed off. I wonder if she had anything on today, such as meeting friends lol. And I guess the blackmail/bribery doesn't have to stop here - Kylie can get Clark in some very compromising shots, though Clark could dob her into his mommy. (An old saying in Oz is "Dobbers wear nappies"!). I hope Kylie takes to the role and gets a real kick out of it. Or perhaps she fails Ms Heller utterly and needs to be punished. A nice wry way of getting back at her rival.

Chapter 3: Homecoming I LOOKED AHEAD at the road from the seat and noted that it was weird to be unable to move as much. I did feel safer, though, from a collision this way. I couldn’t believe how small I was now… I sat sucking on the pacifier more without noticing for a few minutes and decided to experiment by pulling it out of my mouth. I held it in my hand to reassure myself that it wasn’t going anywhere. “Tired of sucking on that?” I hear Mom ask from the front looking at the camera monitor we had for the backseat. “Experimenting…” I told her. “Huh?” Dad asked. I sighed, “How long I can resist sucking on a pacifier. I assume this is what a smoker feels like while trying to quit.” “It’s that bad?” Mom asked with concern. “Not if it’s in my mouth,” I said grimly. Trying to change the subject, “So I’m the same size of clothes as Lily now?” “Well, not diaper-wise,” she said. “Huh?” “You’re lighter and skinnier… you’re actually a size smaller there.” I groaned, “I am taller than her, at least.” “For now…” Dad said quietly. I glared at the camera in case he looked at the monitor screen. I managed to last with the pacifier out of my mouth until we pulled into our driveway nearly thirty minutes later. Something about arriving home sent anxiety to my brain. The outside was covered in seven inches of snow or so. I tried to pop the latches on the harness, but I couldn’t quite make my fingers hit it from the right angle. I had just decided to try using magic when Mom opened my door and swatted my hands from the straps. “I’ll get that, honey.” I sighed. “I’m not really a baby…?” She raised an eyebrow and said, “I know you’re not… but how about we pretend the rules for your sister apply to you until we get testing done Monday.” I groaned! Mom didn’t spank Lily for much, but getting out of her car seat on her own had nearly caused an accident a couple months ago. They had been very strict about not messing with her buckles after that! “What day is it anyway?” I asked with a sigh. “Was I just out the one day?” “It’s Thursday; you were only unconscious for about seven hours.” “So, three days?” “What, you can’t last that long?” Mom teased but looked concerned. I shrugged, “I don’t know, actually.” “Well, let’s go inside and let Hannah off the hook from your sister. Your dad is going to drive her home.” She had picked me up, and I was easily able to cling onto her and my teddy bear at the same time as she held her hand below my bottom. I could feel that my diaper was squishier than it had been a moment ago, but I hadn’t felt any sensation of going. “Can you please change me too?” I asked. “Did you go again?” she asked me. I nodded as Dad opened the door for us. “I don’t know when either,” I said with a frown. She tickled my chin, “No frowning! If you can’t help it, you can’t help it. We’ll deal with it,” she said with a smile and then kissed the top of my head and carried me upstairs. Hannah and Lily had just come from the basement and followed us there. Lily was climbing up the stairs as best she could. ‘Great, that’ll be embarrassing,’ I told myself as I considered how I would be climbing the stairs the same way. ‘The baby gates are taller than me now, too,’ I sulked as mom carried me up the stairs. The most embarrassing experience was when I was laid down on Lily’s changing table a few moments later. Mom didn’t hesitate or give me any warning as she put the strap over my chest and began pulling at the snaps at the crotch. I saw Hannah watching, and then she turned away guiltily. As painfully embarrassing as being naked with a wet diaper was, I decided I had to say something to help with the awkwardness. “So... Hannah… are they planning on there being school tomorrow?” She looked back over at me, and I realized it had to have been hard to understand around the pacifier. So my hand pulled away the pacifier, and I repeated it. “Probably, unless we were to get more snow.” She said. “Can you turn in my essay if I can get it done?” I asked. “Umm… sure.” She said. “I have calculus done, too,” I said as I felt mom rip the tapes open on the old diaper. As if she finally understood that it was okay to look and talk to me, she came back toward me. “Did you figure out that last calculus problem?” “Sort of,” I said as I tried to distract myself from Mom grabbing my feet in one hand and lifting my bottom while pulling the wet diaper out from underneath. “My dad and I think there’s a mistake. So he helped me solve it as far as possible, and then I also solved it with the corrected problem.” “Think you can help me with that before he takes me home?” She asked me. “Sure,” I said as Mom finished taping the new diaper on me. I had done my best to ignore the powder she had used and the whole experience. Especially the embarrassment I was fighting with one of my best friends watching! Mom snapped the crotch of my overalls back closed and set me on the ground. “Now?” I asked. “I guess,” she responded, and we went to my room. Mom called, “Lily, where are you? Let’s change your diapee too while I’m at it.” My backpack was lying on the floor, and I unzipped it without any problems. Hannah looked at the book I was about to grab and was going to offer to carry it. “I’ve got it,” I told her with a smile. “That book weighs like a quarter of your weight, though,” she started to argue. I picked it up like I was still her size. “I may be the size of a baby Hannah; I may even never be potty trained again and need a pacifier...” Suddenly I felt tears coming to my eyes, “Where is my paci…?” I started, but she reached down and put it in my mouth. The tears quickly went away, “Fanks,” I said around it with a sigh. “This sucks!” I said. “Anyway, I’m strong!” I told her with a smile that made its way around the shield. She shook her head and had a seat on the ground with me. Hannah had grabbed her backpack, too, and we sat down to talk about it. As we were finishing, Lily came in after Mom had finished changing her and pulled at me. “Play with me, Nicko?” I looked at Hannah and winked, “I guess now that I’m a baby, I get to play more?” “All da time!” Lily said and kept pulling at me. “See you later, Hannah,” I told her, knowing she would leave now. She hugged me before I let Lily lead me down to her room, and we played for what seemed like a few minutes when Mom picked us both up. “Come on, dinner time, you two,” Mom said. “Aww…” I heard Lily say and realized my voice joined hers. She took us to the bathroom, where she picked us up to wash our hands before carrying us down to the kitchen. Lily’s high chair had been joined by another. “You get chair like me!” she said excitedly. I sighed. “I’m too short for a regular chair now, Lily,” I told her. “Couldn’t I use a booster seat, though?” I suggested to Mom. She looked embarrassed, “I don’t think we even thought about that… Would you mind for now?” I grimaced but said, “Okay.” Mom put Lily down in her chair first and handed me to Dad. I groaned a bit as Dad buckled the seatbelt and put the tray in place. Mom put one of Lily’s bibs around her neck and seemed to look at me for whether or not she needed to put one on me. “Nicko bib?” Lily asked. I shook my head, “I’m a big… girl; I shouldn’t need it.” I said to Mom as much as Lily. Mom nodded, “I know you’re still eighteen, really… we’ll try it.” I sighed in relief. Dinner was a piece of pizza, and I asked, “Mom, may I have a fork and a knife?” She looked at me skeptically but brought me a regular size fork and knife. I hated eating with my hands, especially pizza, something my mom had no idea where I had gotten from. I noticed my parents trying not to watch me as I gripped the too-large silverware in my hands. I still had the coordination to make the cuts, but they were too big. I thought for a moment and decided to try something. I pictured the lines I had seen earlier back in my mind, and I could see them on everything again. I visualized the silverware being back to a normal proportion for me, and with a quick flash, they were! “What did you do?” Mom asked nervously. “Same thing I did to make the bear’s dresses,” I told her with a smile and used the correct size utensils to cut a piece of the pizza off. From my new perspective, the single piece looked like half a pizza. “May I have a drink, please?” I asked her. She looked at me and shook her head. I watched her go to the cabinets, where she grabbed a pink Disney Princess sippy cup for me and filled it with juice from the fridge. I looked at her like, ‘really?’ but she smirked. “You’re going to have to get used to using sippy cups in this house, sweetie. I learned long ago that it was a good idea until you were about six!” I sighed, “Whatever,” and took a drink. It really was okay, I didn’t mind the girly cup, but I hated having another reminder of my new situation. ‘How bad is a sippy cup compared to a pacifier addiction?’ I asked myself. With a sigh, I returned to eating my meal and had the pizza devoured before my sister managed about half of her much smaller slice. I finished the juice too. “May I please have more?” I asked. They avoided actively staring at me and were surprised I finished the food. “You need more?” Mom asked. I shrugged, “I’m hungry, I guess.” Even I was a bit surprised as I finished the third slice a while later and finally began to feel full. “You’re going to be sick later, Sofia!” Mom said to me as she unbuckled me from the highchair. “Maybe, maybe not… I’m not really three…” “No, you’re really more like two, sweetie,” she said to rub salt in the wound but had a smile on her face. I turned around and looked at my sister standing next to the couch. I watched as she bent her legs for a moment and knew what she was doing. Sure enough, when she stood up, she smiled and looked happy. I was just getting ready to wonder if I would be in a similar state when I felt something warm coming out of my rear end. I realized I was standing with my knees bent and stood back up, shocked. Meanwhile, my sister sat down, and I swear it looked like she was smushing it all around. Mom came up from behind me, “Smells like I have a poopie pants around here,” she said. I just started bawling. I felt her pick me up and try to soothe me for several moments. It made it worse, though, because she accidentally smushed some of it against my butt when she picked me up. Finally, she carried me upstairs and said, “Lily, come on! You’re poopy too! I need to change you and your sister and put you in the bath.” I bawled uncontrollably and barely registered anything until she laid me back on the changing table. She gently unsnapped and pulled the coveralls off my body to expose my shirt and the diaper. I felt her undo the tapes and was surprised that this time I didn’t smell the terrible scent I usually did when Lily pooped her diapers. She gently opened the diaper and began wiping me clean. I was surprised when she sat me back down on the ground without putting another diaper on me. “Ni… Sofia, would you please go wait for us in the bathroom?” Mom said. I couldn’t do anything but nod at that point. Then, I walked into the hallway bathroom and realized everything seemed big. The toilet was like a giant chair in front of me. Even if I was potty trained, I knew it would be tough to get up and down it all the time. The tub had begun to seem shallow a long time ago; now, it looked like it could swallow me easily. I stood there until Mom came in with my sister on her hip. Lily looked at me, “You have vageena too?” I sighed. “Yes, I do,” I said. “But Nicko was boy?” Well, my sister certainly was as intelligent as the rest of us. “I’m not anymore,” I told her. “You girl just like me?” “Yes, Lily, just like you now,” I told her, “but I’m still the same Nicko you’ve always known, but call me Sofia now.” Mom listened as I watched her fill the bathtub and add bubble bath. She looked at me, and I could tell she was trying hard to think. “You sistah instead of brother?” I shrugged, hating the fact that I was naked right then. “I guess so, Lily,” I told her. For whatever reason, that excited her. “Yay, I have sistah!!!!” She suddenly jumped and hugged me. I returned the hug and couldn’t help but notice she was nearly the same height. An inch difference in size wasn’t that much, and it was clear she was bigger. I was careful when I hugged her, though, knowing my new strength was dangerous. “Okay, my little princesses, arms up in the sky like a ballerina!” I groaned but lifted my arms up and let her pull my shirt off after she had taken Lily’s off. I watched her pick Lily up, plunked her gently in the tub, and then she did the same with me. As much as I didn’t want to take a bath with my sister, I couldn’t help but enjoy the playtime with her. Mom pulled out some of her toys, and we ended up squirting each other and drawing on the walls with bath markers alternately while Mom washed us and our hair. She was very gentle as she washed my hair. “Close your eyes, Sofia,” she told me gently. Then, I felt her dump several cups of water over my head before massaging shampoo into my hair. It felt pretty good, and before I knew it, she said, “You can open them now,” just in time for my sister to squirt water in them! Before I could retaliate, she pulled the plug from the tub and said, “Okay, let’s get you both nice and dry and ready for bed!” “Do I have to go to bed?” I asked her. She shook her head, “Not yet. Your father and I need to talk with you first.” I thought that going to bed might be the better plan! Lily looked like she might whine, but Mom told her, “Sofia will go to bed soon. She’s still older, so she has a later bedtime like before.” Lily looked at her and said, “Okay.” Mom wrapped both of us with towels and then sat Lily on the counter. I watched her take a blow drier and dry her hair while brushing it out. I noticed her wince a couple times as Mom found a ‘snarl’ as she’d learned to call the tangles in her hair. Finally, when she was done, she carried her to her room and said, “Sofia, come with me. We’ll come back and do your hair.” She picked Lily up and sat her down on the changing table. I watched her give her the pacifier she loved and suddenly felt that craving for mine again. I groaned and found my thumb in my mouth before I could even think about my hand moving to my mouth. Lily was dressed in a pink blanket sleeper and sat on her bed. “Next princess,” Mom said with a smirk. I put my arms up, and the towel fell down. Mom placed my naked body on the table and quickly diapered me before pulling my thumb out and replacing it with another pacifier. I suddenly found myself relaxing from the feeling of it inside my mouth. I shook my head, ‘This is going to get old...’ I had to at least give myself credit for making it from dinner through my bath without it, though. Mom asked, “Should I dress you?” I shrugged, “Do you want to?” The smile on her face and the gleam in her eye was enough answer. She dressed me in one of Lily’s other purple sleepers. Mom sat me down, “Your dad is downstairs if you want to go watch TV with him until I get Lily to bed.” I realized dad must have brought her bottle up already as it was sitting next to the rocking chair. I felt my jealous monster roar again then, but I nodded and said, “Okay,” and began walking down the hallway. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thank you for reading! Please press the ‘Like’ Button if you’ve enjoyed it! Comments are always super appreciated as well! For those who have read this before, I hope this is a smoother reading experience! There are lots of little changes and adjustments through the work. Let me know what you think! If you're someone who must finish a good story 'now,' consider purchasing the full book on Amazon Kindle! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BTBTTGX1 I will be posting a chapter about every other day until the complete 62 Chapters and the Epilogue are reposted.

Gracie hit her face in gwene robe when it was mentioned. She liked the soft material on her face it felt like a blanket. " it's soft " she said gwen placing her fingers in her mouth. " yeah swimming " she said excitedly. gracie tummy rumbled when she was given to rye. She didn't quite eat her food yet because she wanted rye to play Abby games with her. " daddy want to make a choo-Choo " she said wanting rye to feed her like a train sound.

I usually make it to about 6 hours then I really need a change. I seldom get rashes. (knocks on wood)

Gracie giggled at her daddy. " pwease " she said giving him the puppy dog eyes. Gracie was given to her mommy with out a problem. She rested her head on her mommy chest playing with her robe. " good mommy wanna go outside today" gracie told her pointing to the back yard. They had pool out back gracie sometimes like use while she was staying with the couple. " can we go swimming today" she asked.

Rye chuckled. “That is not a choice. I will put both in it.” Said Rye. He smiled as Gwen awoke and was coming to them.Rye handed Gracie to Gwen. Gwen was still just wearing a robe. She bounced her on her lap. Rye went into the kitchen for breakfast. ”how is my baby today?”asked Gwen, her robe lose. “You are so cute”

Gracie was not a happy baby when her mommy came in to check in her. " icky mommy " she said reaching for gwen wanting nothing more to cuddle with her. Gracie sucked pacifer watching as her mommy got all the changing stuff out. " wanna stay with mommy " Gracie's said not wanting to go back to her crib. She wanted to cuddle with Gwen for the rest of the night. In the rocking chair Gracie was alittle confused but soon found herself gently sucking on gwen breast falling back to sleep. Gracie was definitely falling deeper into her baby headspace.

Hailey looked over at James when he asked for a spoon. " baby yoy are to little to eat with a spoon. You can use your hands like a food baby " she said " or you can have someone feed you " Amber jumped up to that. " I'll feed the baby but I think she needs baby food not this yummy adult food since she forms wanna feee herself " Amber said going over to the cabinet.

When I had my last colonoscopy, I wore a diaper, since I thought I might wet when they put me "under". I told the prep nurse that I was a bedwetter, so I had a diaper on. She assured me that it was more common than I might think. She also asked if I had brought a spare diaper for after the procedure. I had not, so they just folded the diaper down to do the colonoscopy, then they re-diapered me afterwards. And yes, I was wet when I woke up. So there ARE sometimes when they might expect you to have a spare diaper and/or a diaper bag. As far as the dentist... I have some dental work coming up, that will take awhile... So I WILL be diapered for that too.

But Amber still was not going to have it tonight as she just told Kayla to sit down and eat before bedtime and to make Kayla get the point she gave the small teenager another hard slap on her bottom making her yelp before saying there will be more if she acts up.

I am glad you decided to continue the story. In my opinion(which is worth almost as much as a membership on this site costs) it would have been a shame to allow those who were flaming the construction, character building, and anything else that they were unable to do themselves. I thank you for choosing to ignore them and let those of us who are enjoying this tale to continue. I hope this chapter is a foreshadowing of things to come. I want to see how the e young couple overcomes the obstacles being put in their path to romance. Please, keep up the good effort and I am certain that many readers (including myself) will stay to follow this to a logical conclusion..

Hi and welcome to DD.

I don’t know about you but would love seeing him actually be 24/7 baby!!

Strange thing to decide to revisit for seemingly no reason.

Sad part is that for most people, you're limited to either Walgreens or CVS. Around here, nearly all of the independent pharmacies are gone. Even some supermarket chains have eliminated their pharmacies.

I have been a little baby for as long as I remember. I was taking my cousin’s diapers and making make shift diapers in the 70s. When I was first able to buy my own diapers was in the 80s. There was no internet back then. This makes me feel old! Good thing I have lots of diapers and baby things to keep me feeling young.

Part 31 The 14th Annual Seattle Leadership Conference is pleased to welcome Gabrielle Heller. Gabrielle Heller, CEO of [Company Name Redacted], will be joining the SLC for two panels on Saturday, April 2nd. In the first, “Future Paths,” Ms. Heller will be joined by a panel of executives from a wide range of companies to discuss the new directions business is taking as technology continues to evolve at a breakneck pace. Later in the day, be sure to catch Ms. Heller’s second panel: “Relationships Within Command,” a deep look at her strategies in building a team that works together as a family, instead of just co-workers. *** I felt as if I had been reborn. Maybe I had been. The night before had been transcendent–feeling like the culmination of every single moment that had passed since the first time I ran into Gabrielle Heller in a random hallway while I tried to hang an award on the wall. I awoke from a perfect sleep, finding that Mommy’s arms and legs were still wrapped around me, keeping my body close to hers under the covers. She wore nothing, while I just wore a diaper. My diaper was completely soaked, and I had no recollection of when that happened. But it didn’t bother me. I barely even considered it. Why should I? This was what I did now. I liked the feeling of the swampy diaper pressed between her body and mine. “Ah, the little boy has awakened,” she cooed to me. My eyes darted to hers, not realizing that she was also awake. It actually made the moment feel even more special, knowing that she had chosen to stay in bed, clutching me close to her, even though she had been awake for who-knows how long. “H-hello,” I said, my voice cracking and straining at its first use of the day. “Sleep well?” I nodded. “Yes. Very.” “I wish I could stay in bed with you all day…” “You can,” I said. “You should.” “I have to be at the conference today,” she said. “They’d be a little bitter if I didn’t show up.” “Will you be there all day?” “Most of it,” she said. “But the good news is that this is the only day I have to be there. Starting tonight, I’m all yours.” “N-no,” I corrected. “Mommy, I’m all yours.” “Of course,” she said, laughing. “Always.” She kissed me on the forehead, setting off a chain reaction of warm and pleasurable feelings throughout my body. “What about me?” I asked–a half-cooked question that probably didn’t have enough context to make sense. “What about you, Baby?” “What should I do today while you’re at the conference?” “Be a baby,” she cooed, running her fingers through the hair on the back of my head. “What else is there to do?” “But…” “I know. The prospect of being a little baby, all alone in a strange city, is probably a little overwhelming, yes? Not to mention boring.” I nodded. Honestly, it was the boredom I was concerned about more than anything else. I wasn’t about to go toddling through the streets of Seattle in my thick diaper, but I also wasn’t sure how I was going to keep myself amused–especially when my cock remained sealed up in its cage. “I’m sure I could find a way to spice up your day for you.” This made me a little nervous, yet–as always–excited. I bet she could. And, knowing her, she already had a few ideas. “First things first,” she said, patting the bottom of my sodden diaper. “We need to get you changed into something a little fresher, yes?” “Yes, Mommy. Please.” She released me from her grip, and I begrudgingly released her from mine. She slipped out of the bed and wrapped herself up in a thick terry cloth bathrobe. I was disappointed to see her cover up, but it was probably a good thing for my ever-strained cock. It was no new revelation that Mommy had gotten diaper changes down to a perfect and efficient science. Yet this never seemed to detract from how much I loved them. The way she manhandled my legs. The effortlessness of her almost every movement. The way the baby wipes would zip across my skin, or how she knew the exact amount of powder to shake onto my skin. She was a wizard. “Now that we’re out of the office,” she said, opening up her suitcase as my hands pawed at the loudly crinkly fresh diaper, “I feel like we finally have the chance to dress you in something more age-appropriate.” My heart began pounding, as I could only imagine what she was going to reveal to me. It was a sailor outfit. A navy blue onesie, with white trim that circled the sleeves and leg bands, a white-trimmed collar, and–the start of the show–a bright red tie. “Is this not the cutest thing?” My burning cheeks should’ve been enough of an answer, though I added: “Y-yes, Mommy.” Truthfully? I loved it. Adored it, even. The deeper I fell into the baby abyss, the deeper I hoped to fall. Yes. Dress me up like a little baby. “Aww, look at you,” she cooed. “Practically wiggling around in excitement, aren’t you?” “I, uhm, I really want to wear that for you, Mommy.” “You’re such a good boy.” Soon, I was being led to the mirror by the hand so that I could see myself. There I was, in just my sailor onesie and a thick diaper. I probably would’ve looked quite babyish in just the onesie, but the puffy bulk of the diaper seemed to turn that dial to 11. She popped my pacifier into my mouth, completing the look. I was just a baby. Then, a peculiar thing happened–the hotel room’s phone rang. In the age of cellphones and laptops, I found it hard to believe that any landlines were ever being used–let alone one in a hotel room. Mommy flashed me a mischievous grin as she walked to the phone and selected the button to answer it on speakerphone. “Good morning, this is Edward from the concierge desk. Mr. Ashburn has a guest. I wanted to check with you before allowing them up.” I felt my face grow white as I glanced back into the mirror. Who? Who was this and why were they looking for me? “Does he now?” Mommy replied with an air of mock-confusion. “And who is this visitor?” “This is Kylie Feldman.” If possible, I became even whiter. My pacifier dropped out of my mouth and into my hand. “H-how did she…” “Send her up,” Mommy confidently said into the phone before ending the call. “Mommy… How did she know where we were staying? I…I thought that…” “You were quite sleepy after your big night,” she said. “You passed right out. So, of course, I took it upon myself to pick up your pants and I found the piece of paper she wrote her phone number on. And, remembering what you told me last night, I thought maybe I should reach out to her.” “I don’t know if she should see me like this,” I said, looking into the mirror again. Yup, still a big infant. “I don’t think it’ll matter,” she said, shrugging. “But why don’t you stay in here for a few.” She left the bedroom, closing the door part way behind her. It was open enough that I could hear her walking through the living room, though it seemed to conceal me from any curious eyes that would come through the main entrance to our suite. Mommy seemed not to care that she would be greeting Kylie in just her bathrobe. If Kylie thought something was going on between us before, wait until she sees this. I had nothing but questions. Why did Mommy reach out to Kylie? What did she say to her? Why had Mommy agreed to let Kylie come here, of all places, while I was dressed like this. There was a knock at the door. Fuck. All I could do was listen. “Good morning, Kylie,” Mommy said moments after opening the door. “Oh, er, hi Ms. Heller. I…didn’t realize you were…here.” Kylie’s voice still carried those notes of sweet and cattiness, but it also sounded deflated. “Surprised? Likewise, imagine my surprise to see that you’re stopping by.” “I…was supposed to meet your assistant Clark here. Are you two…sharing a room?” “We’re sharing lots of things these days,” Mommy said. “Like phone numbers.” “Oh.” There was a lot of uncertainty in Kylie’s voice. “Why don’t you come inside, Kylie.” For a moment, I wasn’t sure if Kylie had come in or not. For all I knew, she had sprinted off down the hallway, never to return. All I could hear was the sound of the door closing again. I caught another glimpse of myself in the mirror. Still a baby. I kind of hoped that she had run for the hills. But then I heard Kylie’s voice again: “Look, I didn’t want to start any trouble. I just thought that he could…” “I know what you wanted,” Mommy said. “You were texting with me late last night, not him.” “Look, I said a lot of things that…” her voice trailed off before she started again: “I thought I was talking to Clark.” “I know,” Mommy said. “You can’t tell my Mom,” she said. “Please?” Kylie sounded desperate. I wondered what else she had said to Mommy last night, thinking it was me. “You graduated high school, yes?” Mommy asked her. “You’re over 18?” “Yes.” “So, you’re an adult. You have the right to beg boys for alcohol, while promising sexual favors in return. You have the right to send photos of your ass and tits to anyone you’d like to.” My eyes widened. I really missed quite the conversation. “But…my mother…” “Ah, yes,” Mommy said. “Your mother–Gretchen–she’d disapprove, wouldn’t she? Probably cut you off from her credit cards. Maybe reconsider whatever investment she was making with Cornell to get you in as a student.” “Please, don’t…” “I see no reason to drag your mother into this conversation,” Mommy said. “I think we can help each other out.” My heart was pounding even harder. What the hell did she mean by that? “How so?” Kylie asked, sounding equally uncertain. “Well, after I freshen myself up a bit, I’m going to be at the convention all day. And while I could take my darling assistant Clark with me, I think he’d be better off staying here.” I looked in the mirror again. Yes. I was thinking that myself. “But,” Mommy continued, “in Clark’s current state…I’m not sure I’d like to leave him to his own devices. He needs supervision.” My heart sank. I could imagine where this was going…but it seemed far too surreal to actually be happening. Right? Kylie laughed. “Are you asking me to…babysit your assistant? An adult man? Who is older than I am?” “I’m encouraging you to stay here today,” Mommy replied. “You can call it whatever you’d like. But staying would ensure that our text messages stay between us. And, as long as you’re here…well, there’s a well-stocked fridge in the kitchen. If anything was to go missing…I probably wouldn’t even notice.” “Sounds kind of like blackmail,” Kylie said. “Funny. I had the same thought when Clark told me that you were asking for him to get you alcohol after you speculated about his relationship with me. So I don’t consider this to be blackmail, no. We’re just two people, doing favors for each other.” My entire body felt tense as I braced myself for how Kylie would respond to this. I couldn’t begin to fathom the idea of Kylie seeing me like… I looked in the mirror again, feeling a shudder creep through my body. “Fine,” Kylie said. “I guess I could stick around for a little while.” “I thought you would.” “He’s not going to do anything weird, is he?” Kylie asked. Mommy laughed–a hearty bellow that suggested Kylie had inadvertently struck her funny bone. “I’m not going to lie to you, Kylie. Everything you see today is going to be weird.” “Great.” “Take a seat. I’m going to get myself ready for my day. Clark and I will be out in a few minutes.” Without even realizing I had been moving, I found myself pressed to the other side of the partially-closed door–the single sheet of wood that, for now, protected the giant toddler from being spotted by Kylie. And soon, I won’t even have that. I scrambled back towards the bed as I heard Mommy walking back towards the bedroom. “I suppose you heard that conversation?” she said, walking into the bedroom and closing the door behind her. I nodded. I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn’t imagine myself saying anything that she couldn’t tell just by looking at me. “I know, I know,” she said, kissing my cheek as she floated past me to start getting some of her belongings from her suitcase. “This isn’t how you imagined today going, is it?” I shook my head. “No, Mommy. Does she have to be here?” “Two birds, one stone,” she said. “I wanted to hire a babysitter for you anyway. I thought it would’ve been fun. But then, of course, I got pretty busy and never got around to it. And I’m sure you can imagine just how hard it is to find a good babysitter willing to deal with such large diapers on short notice. And now, Miss Kylie seems to have just fallen into our lap.” “But…” There were so many points to protest, where would I even start? I thought I’d pick the one that would, potentially, affect Mommy the most. “...aren’t you worried about her saying something to her mother?” “No,” Mommy said, quite confidently. I expected her to have more to say, but that seemed to be it. Somehow, that simple answer felt plenty convincing to me, and I left it at that. Still, I wasn’t even remotely thrilled about the prospect of having to not only reveal myself to Kylie, but to then spend the day with her. “I don’t think she’ll change my diapers,” I said, an ever-so-slightly passive aggressive way of saying ‘I don’t think this is a good idea.’ “No, she probably won’t,” Mommy said with a shrug. “But that doesn’t mean that you can change your own either. I’ll take care of whatever she doesn’t when I get back.” “But, what if…” “You make a big mess in your diaper? You’ll probably stink up the whole suite. Oh well.” There were many questions left, but only one I was going to ask: “Does it have to be this way?” “Baby, if I say it’s going to be this way, then it’s going to be this way.” I nodded. “I’m going to take a shower and wash up, then get dressed and ready to go to the conference. You’re welcome to go out and greet Kylie yourself, if you’d like. But if you haven’t by the time I’m ready to go, I’m just going to drag you out there myself. I might even throw in an extra paddle or two on your padded bum. I can’t imagine you’d want her to see that.” “M-maybe just a few more minutes, Mommy,” I said, feeling as pathetic as I probably looked. She smiled. “Of course. But don’t keep your babysitter waiting too long.” I sighed as I watched Mommy gather her things and strut into the bathroom. The last thing I saw, before the bathroom door closed behind her, was her robe falling to the ground, exposing her perfect body to me for just a moment. I sighed a second time, grasping my thick diaper to feel my still-caged manhood within. Behind one door was Mommy, naked and stepping into the shower. Heaven. Behind the other was Kylie, completely unaware of the weird world she was about to be exposed to. Hell. I’d have to go talk to Kylie before Mommy returned to the bedroom. But, considering that the water in the shower had just turned on, I had a few minutes. I laughed to myself. Lyndie was going to get a kick out of this later.

As a switch who enjoys both the mommy and babygirl role there is no doubt about it that diapee changes are a very personal and intimate moment for baby and caregiver and should always be treated never as a burden but with the utmost care and affection by both individuals. I always change my little baby's wet diapers and I try to do as many messy diapers as I can as well and with all her diaper changes I try to make them as fun n relax full as possible. The only thing with messy diapers is I'm just not always going to have the time and ability for them so I try to keep them more as reward for a good little baby and it should always be up to the caregiver discretion

I fantasise about having passive bowel incontinence where I'm unaware I have messed or feel it slip out but with no control. I know it would ruin my life. I hear people have bowel movements after they have eaten so I could be in a busy restaurant visiting the bar getting another drink and I would uncontrollable fill my nappy while standing there. (I attend a day centre with people who actually mess themselves and wear nappies and a filled nappy is instantly noticeable) I would have to walk back to my table past other eaters and retrieve my nappy bag walking back to the toilets to clean up. That would be super embarrassing. I would turn into hermit. I fantasise about destroying my anal sphincter from larger and larger buttplugs over many months but truth is its nice as a fantasy but really bowel incontinence would suck, I think no matter how well you cleaned after a bowel movement without a shower people would recognise a slight smell. Also you can't hide bowel incontinence from friends and family like bladder incontinence. You can mess yourself anywhere. Not for me thank you, although when I was younger I would off done anything to be double incontinent, I've grown up now.

I like Ashley lol. She’s probably my favorite character in this story so far. I also can’t wait to see the family get together to see what happens. I am curious about why that guy that was “watching” the Littles during that meeting seemed so nervous, like he thought there was a chance he’d get some form of punishment. Definitely love the world building here.

Chapter 14: Struggling -Nia- Infernum Infantem – LittleFallenPrincess *Click* I stood there, my skirt lifted up, in Victoria’s gorgeous bedroom, looking at her in the eyes as she closed the padlock, sealing my fate for the foreseeable future. “Good girl…” She gushed. My insides felt funny, like… I was… happy… that I was making her happy. “Do I really have to wear this?” I asked, defeated. “I saw you squirming in your sleep sweetpea. If you… ‘play’… in your sleep, Hell will be notified. At least they may be, we’re still not sure how it all works. So this is for the best. And don’t worry, it’s only temporary, Beatrice and I will do some research straight away to find the best way to handle your… hunger.” “Why are you doing this for me? Going to all these lengths? Why not just let them find me?” I asked her. “Because you wanted to stay. And because I like having you around.” “Why?” “Did the mindblowing sex we had last night not make it obvious?” She grinned at me. “Make what obvious?” “I like you.” “I… but…” I mumbled. “And whether you like me back or you just needed to feed… I like having you around and I want to honour your choice to stay on Earth. If that means staying here with me, or going out into the world on your own… that’s up to you. I’m sure Beatrice could find a glamour spell a little more… lasting.” “I… want to stay…” I admitted, not even thinking before I spoke. I couldn’t believe that I actually wanted this. That she made me feel like this without some kind of spell. But if Beatrice really was telling the truth, which I’m good at telling when people lie… then I really did… like… Victoria. “I have to ask, sweetie… why do you want to stay?” “I… Well umm… the food is so good! I needed a break from Hell… I… umm…” I started nervously sweating, yet another thing I didn’t think demons could do. “I… I like you too.” She didn’t say a word, she just pulled me close and wrapped her arms around me, my head planting firmly into her chest. I couldn’t breathe, but hey, I’m not complaining. “Oh sweetie…” As I struggled to gasp for air, I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her back. She was so warm… soft… loving… “Now… how does it fit?” She asked, pulling away from the embrace. “You mean the chastity belt currently locked around my waist and nethers?” I asked, as snarkily as I could. “Yeah…” “It’s… surprisingly comfortable. I wouldn’t have guessed it.” “And does it stop… you know… unwanted touching?” I slipped my fingers under my skirt and tested it. “Nope.” “Good. No sexual activity until we’ve figured out how your energy levels work in regards to all sexual activity, and then also how to mask its energy signature.” “None at all?” I asked, pulling my best puppy dog face. “At all.” “How will I feed?” “We’ll see when we get to it. I’ll figure something out. Just… be good, okay sweetie?” I pouted back at her, letting my skirt drop again. “Fine. But I won’t be happy about it.” “You don’t have to be happy about it. I just want you to be safe.” “Okay… so what do I do now?” I asked, still in a squirmy huff. “That’s up to you, sweetpea.” She said, kissing my forehead, making my tummy do flips, “Your day is yours. Beatrice and I will be busy researching in my library and reaching out to a few contacts. You… well you can do anything you want. Watch TV? Play your video games? Read a book?” “Could I… go out?” “Normally, I would say sure. But Beatrice is already helping me work on finding a solution for your appetite, I’d hate to push her to cast a glamour spell on you again. But once we’ve got this all sorted out, you can go wherever you like. Is that okay? I don’t want you to feel like a prisoner here.” “Nah, it’s okay. I understand. What about the gardens and stuff? I saw them through the windows.” “Go for it sweetie, just be careful not to get caught by anyone, though no one should be on my estate grounds to begin with.” “I’ll think about it anyway… I’ll figure something out, don’t worry about me!” I said, smiling up at her. “You sure? If you’re hungry, either grab something from the kitchen, or come and poke me and I’ll make you something. Now… you be a good girl, okay?” “Uh huh! I will!” I replied, smiling up at her beautiful face, wanting to kiss it desperately. Victoria stared at me, staring longingly into my eyes. And thankfully… She took the initiative. Kissing me deeply, our lips connecting, my soul would have soared and flown away… if I had one. If this was what being in Heaven felt like… maybe it wasn’t all bad up there? Finally breaking the connection, she smiled down at me, holding on to my hand still as she walked away, our hands slowly coming apart until only our fingertips touched. “Again, if you need anything… Come get me, okay petal?” She reminded me. “Yes Miss…” I replied, not even realising what I called her. She giggled a bit and walked out of her bedroom, leaving me alone again. “I… uh… what the hell do I do with my day now?” I said out loud to myself as I stood there, clueless as to what to do. The morning dragged on way longer than it should have. It was nearing lunchtime and I had wasted the time by exploring the whole estate, gardens and all. It was very nice, very pretty… well kept. Victoria doesn’t look like a gardener though, so she must have a groundskeeper. So I was alert the whole time I was out there, hoping that maybe it was his day off. I’d hate to scare him off with my demonic features. Not for his sake… but it would inconvenience Victoria and for some reason I hate the thought of upsetting her. Which just made me worry more, because no demon should worry about the feelings of a human. No demon should feel guilt or remorse or anything. I don’t even have a soul for Lucifer’s sake! And if it wasn’t the ritual, or some spell they cast on me, then just what was causing me to act and feel this way? Was it actually… love? Ewww… I’m going to gag just thinking about it. But I couldn’t think what else it could be. If this is what love felt like… No wonder humans are so weak. These thoughts took up most of the time I spent exploring, so much so that I barely got to properly take in the sights or anything. Well… it wasn’t just those thoughts. Something about this chastity belt made me want to feed even more. I was fine before it went on, and it’s only been a few hours… but I already want to feed again. I needed sex. I needed to touch myself or someone. I needed release. This infernal device was most likely designed by one of the lead torturers of Hell, because this was driving me up the wall. Every time I stopped to look at something, I squirmed about in place, wishing I could twist myself in the right way so I could release some of this pent up sexual frustration. But no matter how much I squirmed… nothing. If anything, it made it worse. It was at one point in the gardens that it got too much for me, so I looked around to check noone was around before hiding behind a bush and lifting my skirt up. Looking down at the device… there was no way I could remove that lock. Well… not without breaking it. Demons are strong, this pitiful lock couldn’t withstand my strength… but then when Victoria inevitably checks it later… she’d be disappointed in me. And I couldn’t bear that. So instead I tried using my fingers to slip under the belt to try to remove some frustration. However… no matter what, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t get any release. It got so frustrating I screamed out and stamped my feet before dropping my skirt and walking off in a huff. Thankfully, my stomach rumbled so I figured it was time for lunch. At least that would distract me for a bit from this sexual torture. As I entered the kitchen to grab something to eat, I saw Victoria and Beatrice sat there, drinking something in cups. “Oh hello sweetie!” Victoria called over, as soon as she noticed me in the doorway. “Hey Nia!” Beatrice waved. “Hey… what are you two…?” “We’re just having a quick coffee break. Had our heads in books all morning.” Answered Victoria. “Any luck?” I replied. “Not yet. I don’t have any texts on Succubi, and Beatrice only knows the basics from what she’s heard over the years, she doesn’t have anything on demons like you.” “Oh…” I replied, sounding disappointed. Mostly because I was. I was hoping to have all this sorted so I wouldn’t have to worry about feeding. Especially because I was hoping they’d find a way I could survive… and not nearly kill Victoria every time. And I’ve got a feeling she wouldn’t like it if I went out and fed on random people. “Don’t worry, poppet…” Beatrice replied. “I’m just finishing this drink then I’m heading out. I’ve got a few contacts who may have some information.” “Can I come with you? You could cast a glamour spell on me!” I begged her, wanting something to distract myself from the squirmy feeling. “Not this time. My contacts may not take kindly to me bringing along a demon. Plus I think Victoria needs to talk to you about something…” ‘About what? About my hunger or something? Or about something else entirely?’ I thought to myself. “Yes. Nia, please sit. Beatrice… I’ll see you later. Good luck with your task.” Victoria said, sounding a little like she did when she was talking to her underlings at her office building. Beatrice put down her coffee mug and smiled awkwardly at me before walking out of the kitchen, leaving Victoria and I alone. “What’s this about? Want to know more about Hell? Or succubi?” I asked, taking Beatrice’s seat. “What did I ask you not to do?” She said, in a stern… authoritative manner. “Umm… What do you mean?” I asked, innocently. “I saw you. In the gardens. From the window.” “You saw… me?” It was then that it clicked. She saw me. In the garden. Probably trying to release some of this frustration. Shit. “I… um…” I didn’t know how to explain myself. “Sweetie…” “I… I’m sorry… I couldn’t help it. It was getting too much!” “What if you had actually managed to… you know? You may have given away your location to Hell. They would have sent someone after you.” “I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it!” I whined. “I know sweetie. That’s why we put that belt on you.” “But… but…” “Sweetie, you need to learn that you can’t just play. It’s dangerous right now.” I snorted as I laughed. “What are you going to do? Spank me?” I grinned. The brat within me had returned it seems. As if flicking on a light switch. “...I think that’s a great idea.” “WAIT WHAT?” I burst out. “I was just going to suggest you are under constant supervision… but maybe a spanking will release some of that tension.” “Wait… you can’t be serious?” “I am serious.” “You can’t spank me! I’m an adult!” “And you disobeyed my orders like a child.” “But… but…” “You trust me, right?” “Well… yeah… but…” “Look, I’ll be fair. If you really don’t want this punishment, I won’t force it on you. But I think it’ll help.” “How?” “Just trust me, sweetpea.” “But… but… fine.” I sighed. “Come on then…” She said, scooting her chair away from the table so there was plenty of room for me. “I…” “Take it or leave it. If you decide against it, we need to keep you under constant supervision. Maybe even bind your hands.” “WHAT? Fine! I’ll take the spanking. But if it fails… I still don’t get the supervision or my hands bound… right?” “Right. I think this will deal with your need to… touch… and if I’m wrong, I’ll figure something else without resorting to those.” I couldn’t think of a better option. Plus to be completely honest… I may have dreamt about her spanking me and pinning me down last night whilst I slept. But I was good at acting like I was bothered by it. I mean come on… I’m a demon! Of course I like kinky shit. All demons do… except Greg from accounting. Gregaxiall is well known for being a bit of a stick in the mud, not being into anything that demons usually like. But I know his real kink… it’s being innocent, something demons aren’t. So really… Greg is as much of a perv as the rest of us. “Just… one spanking?” I asked. “Ten swats. I think that will make the lesson stick.” “Ten? That’s a warmup!” I blurted out without meaning to. Like genuinely… I didn’t mean it. Ten was plenty. Because whilst I may be just as bad as all the other demons… I was still relatively inexperienced. I wasn’t like every other demon who came to Earth, acting like it was spring break before heading back to Hell after causing as much chaos as possible. I… had actually never been spanked. Which yes, as a succubus… is pretty freaking rare. I’d had sex before. It’s how I feed. But I’ve never had the courage to try all the fun, kinky things I’ve always wanted to try. It’s always been ‘lure the victim, drain their life force through sex, leave’. I’ve never really had… fun… with sex. I’m usually too nervous. “Come on sweetie… over my knee.” She ordered, putting her knees together to form a base for me to lay over. ========================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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I’m in bed with poop in my pants. It’s so comforting and cosy to do it under the covers this way like a toddler. A special way to start the day. The faint smell of it is so much like a baby’s room in the morning.

New chapter! I had so much fun writing that I forgot what time it was last night. Please continue to tell me what you think, it's very much appreciated! Chapter 3 Claire was wiggling her toes as she was typing away on her work related laptop while laying on a recliner. As much as she wanted to relax and unwind with one of the unique amazonian feature films that was available on a popular streaming service, she felt the need to double check her documents beforehand. She knew that this would be the first of many presentations, starting tomorrow at the very same building she was currently staying in. By next week, she would be dining and having conversations with some of the elite amazonians within the city. She was fully confident that her diligent hard work would eventually pay off and that she would be a step closer to financial independence and then one day, she could finally say goodbye forever to this uncomfortable dimension ruled by the giants. “One I make enough to live off the interest, perhaps I’ll move somewhere in the great northwest. I have always had a thing for gloomy and foggy weather.” Claire took a sip of the coffee she had personally prepared herself. “One of the few regrets when I finally leave this dimension will be not having the option to brew up this type of ground roast. It surpasses any type of coffee in my dimension.” Chloe turned her head as she heard a knock at her front door. She slowly helped herself off of the recliner and began to walk towards the front door of her hotel room. “I didn’t order any room service and I certainly do not remember scheduling any meetings with my peers from Onyx Logistics. Which means that it could possibly be….Her…God I hope not.” Claire adjusted her glasses before putting them back on. If it was who she thought it was, she needed a moment to mentally prepare. “Hello? How can I…!!!” Claire temporarily lost the ability to speak as she felt her body being forcefully raised off of the floor and then quickly pressed into a smothering hug. Her face was immediately implanted into the bosom of an amazonian. “Claire! Clairey, MY WITTLE CLAIRY! I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!” An amazon woman continued to firmly hold Claire in her arms, not realizing that she was accidentally suffocating the portal little she was holding for the next minute. “BWAH! Holy crap! I thought I was going to pass out there!” Claire yelled out as the amazon quickly released her hold on the smaller girl. “I’m so sorry about that Clairey. It’s a bad habit of mine to get overly emotional, hehe.” The amazonian said as she slowly helped herself inside Claire’s hotel room. “Remember Aisha, restraint is the number one issue that I asked of you to improve on. Keep in mind that we littles are very delicate. You could easily crush our bones or even kill us in a split second!” Claire took off her glasses as she noticed that they were slightly cracked. It annoyed her, but she had spares so it wasn’t a problem. “I know, I know…And I have improved, it’s just with you, I can’t hold myself back. You are my baby girl after all.” Aisha chuckled to herself. Obviously Claire didn’t find anything amusing about her response. “Aisha, remember when I said I would only give it some thought. I never agreed to become anyone's baby.” Claire did not like Aisha whatsoever. While the amazon woman was a genuinely nice person, especially compared to the majority of the amazonian females, she was a severely thick headed individual and would sometimes not listen to reason. “Oh ya, you are right. But the offer always stands. I’ve got a nice nursery waiting for you back at my parents home. They would also love to see you again!” Aisha said as she patted Claire on the head. “I appreciate the generosity Aisha, you are always so kind, hehe.” Claire knew from past experience that she needed to act a bit more childish around Aisha. It was the only way that she could gain any type of control over her. Aisha was the classic trope of having a great physical body but also having a far lower intelligence than most amazonians. “How was your trip? Did you have a good time, Clairy?” Aisha asked as she nonchalantly picked Claire up by her hips and brought her over to the bed and took a seat on the mattress while keeping the smaller girl on her lap. “ It was super fun! I made a new friend as well!” Claire raised her hands in the air as if she were an overexcited child. She hoped that acting like a child for a few minutes would be enough time to convince Aisha to leave. She had more important things to attend too. “That’s so great to hear! Making new playmates is always so adorable. You will have to introduce me to your new friend sometime!” Aisha said as she rubbed her nose with Claire’s, causing the portal little to slightly blush in embarrassment. No way in hell am I introducing her to Chloe. She already has enough bullshit on her plate.” Claire watched as Aisha gently took her off of her lap and then found herself sitting on the mattress while the amazonian got back onto her feet. “So tell me, did you hear!?” “Hear what Aisha?” Claire asked. “Wittle Jeffy went big poopy in his diapy last week. He was so upset about it, that management decided to promote and allow him to permanently live with Bonnie. Isn’t that great! He doesn't have to struggle anymore with this type of work. He can live the rest of his days peacefully with his new mommy. Bonnie had seniority so that’s why she was given the option to adopt him first.” Aisha giggled as she looked up at the ceiling in joy. “Ya…That’s just…Peachy…” Claire felt sick to her stomach. Not only was Jeff a portal little and a co-worker of hers. But they started working at Onyx Logistics around the same time and both were given the task of creating a rapport with Diamond Tours for the past couple of years. With Jeff gone, that only left a handful of portal littles that were still employed within the building they were residing in. “And I’m the only one left that is still allowed to wear real adult underwear. I can’t believe how far things have changed in the past four years since I started with the company.” I probably should find another line of work by the end of the year. I wanted to build up my savings even more, but my luck can only last for so long… Chloe was snapped out of her inner thoughts as Aisha began to pull her skirt down to her ankles. “It’s okay Aisha, Ms Victoria already checked me earlier today!” Claire knew that her chances were slim but she wasn’t in the mood to have her underwear checked yet again . “I know, but it’s been over a half year since I’ve seen you. Consider this the request of a concerned mommy!” Claire quietly sighed as she laid her back on the bed and allowed Aisha to completely remove her skirt. Even though she absolutely despised this type of treatment, she did find Aisha to be a useful idiot. If any of the amazonians were to believe that Aisha was Claire’s preferred choice for a parent, they would always back-off. “What a pain in the ass. I thought I could at least go one day without this happening. It’s so sad that I’m actually used to this.” Claire felt her underwear being slowly removed from her ankles which left her lower half, completely exposed.. “As expected, my princess does such an absolutely great job of keeping herself clean!” Aisha said with a smile as she looked over Claire’s blue panties. “I remember how much controversy this caused in the beginning and how over a dozen co-workers were punished for their behavior. However I endeavored and behaved. And because of that, I have been able to make a ton of money while working in this creepy line of work.” Claire was about to help herself off of the bed,but before she could do so, she felt her legs being held up in the air by Aisha’s left hand. “I’m so proud of you, my whittle princess! And as a special reward, I have something with your name on it!” Aisha pulled out a pink diaper from her back pocket and quickly unfolded it on the mattress. “AISHA WAIT!” Claire quickly put her right hand in front of Aisha’s face as she felt the padding of the diaper connect to her rear-end. “What’s wrong Princess? I’m only getting you changed.” Aisha released her hold on Claire’s ankles which allowed the smaller girl to properly sit herself up. Claire had goosebumps all over her body as she sat right on top of the diaper. The soft padding was almost like a prison. A sign that all of your rights have been taken from you. Claire was thankful that the diaper was not taped on yet, because it would be impossible to remove it without the assistance of an amazon. “Aisha, you don’t want to get yourself into trouble right?” Claire asked as she continued to keep her eyes completely focused on Aisha’s. She knew how to subdue the amazon based on her prior experience with her. “No…I don’t…” Claire could tell that she was now taking control of the conversation. “As you well know, a portal little like me, can only be diapered under the conditions if we are caught soiling or messing ourselves or are having a temper tantrum. I have done neither, right?” “...Right...” “So unless you want to face the possibility of jail time, I really need you to cut this out. I’m trying to help you here! Claire didn’t really care much about Aisha but she needed to keep her amazon peer level headed. “I understand, but I wanted to let you know that the set of diapers I bought for you are very special. I specifically requested to have them custom made with your name on it. I thought you would be happy to wear something so unique!” Aisha began to tear up, upset over the fact that her gift was actually making Claire angry rather than overjoyed. “I appreciate the gesture but I prefer my big girl underwear. Can you please hand them over to me?” Claire asked. The upset amazon obediently handed over the girl’s panties back to her. “Thank you Aisha. You are a true friend.” After quickly putting her underwear back on, Claire held out her arms, as if asking for a hug. Aisha easily understood what the gesture was and pulled the portal little in for a loving embrace. “I really don’t want to hug this dumb giant, but I need to keep her on my side, just in case something unexpected comes up.” Claire stated in her mind as Aisha began to slowly rub her back. “I’m so sorry, Clairy, I hope you can forgive me for my stupid mistake.” Aisha said as she gently lowered Claire so she was now standing on the carpet floor. “It's all good, I forgive you and also…” Claire wanted Aisha out of her room as soon as possible but in order for her to do that, she needed to up the charm a bit more. So she quickly kissed Aisha on the cheek while the amazonian was still bent over. “Can you pwetty pwease let me have some alone time. I really got a lot of worky to do. I promisey we can hang out more later this week! Okay?” Claire spoke in a childish tone to influence Aisha’s decision. “Most definitely. It’s a mommies responsibility to keep her baby happy after all!” Claire bit her lip to keep herself in check while she watched Aisha finally exit her hotel room. The two of them exchanged goodbyes before the door closed behind Aishal. “Now I can get some peace and quiet, until tomorrow that is. It almost feels like a second job, trying to keep Aisha as an ally while keeping her maternal instincts in check.” As Claire was about to sit back down on her hotel recliner, she heard her work cell phone begin to ring. “Damn it, it’s one thing after another!” Claire decided that she would put her work laptop away after the phone call, she was mentally drained from such a drama-filled first day. “Hello?” Claire answered her work phone, curious to see who it was. “GOO GOO GA GA!” Claire was caught off guard by the response on the phone and took her a moment to respond. “Ugh, is this some prank call or something?” Claire began to hear some laughing on the other line, she wasn’t in the mood for such crap and was about to hang up until she got an actual response. “Sorry about that Claire, it’s me Chloe. You told me to call you as soon as I got settled into my hotel room, remember?” Chloe stated as she was slightly laughing to herself. “Oh Chloe! I’m so glad to hear from you! Sounds like you managed to hold your own. You have done far better than most portal littles.” “Thanks… I guess.” Chloe knew it was supposed to be a complement but she didn’t like to be defined with the term, little. “So Chloe, what was that all about when you just called me? I couldn’t understand a word you said.” Claire asked “I just figured out that most of, if not all these fucked up giants think of me as some sort of infant that needs to be cared for. Claire, is this the same shit that you have been dealing with since you started working here?” “For the most part. Sad to say, but I’ve gotten used to the childish treatment even though I thoroughly despise it. But I do know how to avoid the pitfalls that doom many of our kind. I’m a perfect example of a little that has not only avoided adoption but also has kept myself out of diapers since I started working here. I’m guessing that something must have happened to make you realize the true intentions of the amazons.” Claire questioned. “Ya, before I went up to my hotel room, I actually had the distinct pleasure of meeting a native little. He was literally dressed as a baby and sitting in a freaking stroller! The guy looked to be in his early twenties! “What happened? You didn’t draw any attention to yourself, did you?” Claire asked. “Some random amazon bitch decided she had the right to pull down my pants. I cussed up a storm before that tour guide, Victoria intervened.” Chloe said. “Oh shit, are you alright? Victoria is a notorious amazon and is not to be taken lightly.” “I’m fine, she actually was able to deescalate the situation. Victoria seemed like a pretty decent person at first, but that all changed when she escorted me to my room…” Chloe felt some goosebumps on her arms as she began to think about what just recently occurred. “Oh crap, she didn’t punish you or anything like that, did she?” Claire asked with concern. “She warned me to not use such language again or I could face some sort of backlash because of it. What really set me off was when she decided to carry me to my room and then had the gall to take my shoes off without my permission.” “Victoria knows exactly how the rules work, so she can push the limits of a tourist's patience without getting into any legal trouble. She wants us tourists to argue and cause an altercation. It’s a brilliant way to nullify the contract we have with the tour company so we can be legally adopted. I’m guessing that she told you about the whole adoption process, correct?” Claire asked. “Nope, nothing like that. She spent most of her time asking me questions. I felt like I was her prisoner or something similar.” “I see, that means that she has been slowly working you, trying to push your buttons so you could become another permanent resident in this dimension. I’m sorry to say, but it looks like you have caught that bitch’s attention. But on the bright side, you are now aware of her tactics, so you can plan accordingly so you won’t fall into any of her traps.” Claire began to bite her finger, not thrilled that her new friend was now being stalked by Victoria. “Claire, can you please tell me how fucked I really am? What’s this talk about adoption? Why are these amazons so insistent on treating us like some useless babies? Do you honestly believe that my sister is involved with this creepy shit?” Chloe asked as she took a deep breath. “Now that you are officially in the hotel, I now can speak more in detail about how this dimension works. But to answer your first question. I would say that you are fine for now. As a silver tier ticket holder, you have a fifty percent chance of being a candidate for adoption. It’s far better than being a bronze tier, which would mean that you have a eighty percent chance at being adopted. Even so, as long as you follow the rules, these amazon’s cannot take away your freedom. Your safety is entirely reliant on your level of discipline. Knowing Victoria, she is just doing the other job she was assigned and messing with specific tourists. Overall it is not much of a problem as long as you don’t play into her hands. Her job is to act as a tour guide, while scouting for potential candidates for adoption. But she cannot forcefully take someone for adoption unless they do something that goes against their contract they signed with the tour company.” “That is so messed up. How can that be legal? Shouldn’t we tell the other tourists and warn them what they are up against?” Chloe asked. “That wouldn’t be a wise decision. Most tourists are visiting so they can escape reality and have a simple good time enjoying the sights of a place they have never seen. You would be surprised at how many tourists would dismiss your claim and even if they were to listen, it could cause a fiasco which could lead to the whole tour group being sent to an orphanage which would lead to their eventual adoption. It doesn’t happen often, but it’s perfectly legal based on the contracts that you and everyone else signed. Don’t try to fight this legal system. It’s like trying to fight the sun,it's far too hot and out of reach.” “Jesus fucking Christ. This is without a doubt, the biggest clusterfuck I've ever been a part of. I just want to find my sister and get out of this hell hole. That’s all!” Chloe knew that she was now officially so far down the rabbit hole that she couldn’t simply climb out and go back to her reality.” “I know exactly what you mean. When I first started working in this dimension, I caused a situation which put my job in jeopardy. So for a few weeks I was on a probation period where I had to wear these childish lookin pull-ups. It was quite the eye opener, but I eventually figured out how to work the system to my favor. And I’ve been in my adult underwear since.” Claire said as she tried to keep a positive attitude for Chloe. “If I were you, I would have left that job in a heartbeat. Screw this cursed place.” Chloe said as she continued to twirl the pacifier she got from the hotel on her finger while on the phone. “If the pay and benefits were not so amazing, I would have done exactly that. But after another year or so, I will be retiring, so there is a light at the end of the deep dark tunnel!” Claire responded. “I wonder if it was the hotel’s idea or Victoria's for sending me that cursed gift box. Do they seriously believe that I would just casually put on a damn diaper and wear a freaking onesie over it! They are so messed up! Do they send every tourist such a courteous gift?” Chloe asked. “Oh my…You got the gift box?” Chloe could hear some concern in Claire’s voice on the phone. “Ya, it said it was a compliment from the hotel. A box of chocolates would have been more preferable.” Chloe tried to laugh it off. She was tired of being so angry. “So you are this tour group's MVL. You certainly got some terrible luck. Thank goodness you met with me before coming here, otherwise your stay would have likely have been turned into a permanent one.” “What the heck is a MVL? Is there something else I need to watch out for in this forsaken place?” Chloe asked. “I’m sure you have heard the term MVP, correct?” “Ya, it’s something usually related to sports, being the most valuable player on the team.” Chloe responded. “That’s right, well…MVL means most valuable little. It’s an award handed out by the hotel staff. It means that out of all the tourists, you are the most sought after by the amazon employees that are stationed there. But you don’t have to worry, it doesn’t increase your chances of being adopted, it’s just that you are more appealing than the others.” Chloe couldn't believe what she was hearing. Not only did she have the attention of Victoria, but also the staff at the hotel she was staying at. “I’m so blessed! Everyone wants to put me in a diaper and keep me as their own bundle of joy. I couldn’t ask for more!” Claire could hear the obvious sarcasm in Chloe’s voice. The slightly older little was happy that Chloe was not overwhelmed in despair. Claire had met several portal littles that lost the will to fight and ended up giving themselves over to an amazon family to be adopted. It was something she wanted Chloe to avoid. “Now let’s get back on track. Amazonians, mainly the females, have a biological condition where their maternal instincts kick into full drive when they see a little, it’s even stronger when they are around a portal little compared to a native one. And so for the past half century, there has been a booming industry in this dimension when it comes to the transactions of adopting littles. The economy in this dimension heavily relies on it. And portal littles like ourselves are considered an exotic item that is a must own for almost any female amazon.” Claire explained. “Great, we are defined as a freaking product. Probably on the same level as a pet. I’m kinda surprised that they don’t simply kidnap us as soon as we enter their dimension if they are so utterly obsessed with us.” “From what I’ve read on their history, it used to be that way. First come, first serve, but it wasn’t helping the economy whatsoever. And so a deal was struck with the amazon government and our government. And eventually Diamond Tours became one of the many results after a few decades of negotiating. There are black markets that also deal with littles but that is highly frowned upon, even by the majority of the amazonians. “ Claire stretched her arms and legs as she relaxed on the recliner, glad to hear Chloe’s voice over the phone. “What a surprise, these ogre’s have morality? Haha.” Chloe casually kept laughing while Claire listened in. “Do you have any other questions about how this dimension operates or its history?” Claire asked “Nah, I’m good. I believe that I know more than enough to understand that I’m basically gambling with my life until I find a way out of here.” “That’s true. It’s a lot like a casino, instead of betting money, it’s your very existence that is on the line. And you're going against the casino house which in this case, it’s the amazons. Thankfully, you are a step ahead and if you want, I can work some of my connections and find a way to get you out of this dimension before your tour trip actually ends.” Claire suggested. “That would be great…But… I can’t leave my sister all alone in this messed up society. I need to save her!” “I understand your feelings, but it’s not a guarantee that she is actually here. This could be all for nothing if you keep this up.” Claire replied. “It’s a truly messed up situation but I have to take the chance! I atleast have to find out if she’s actually here or was fortunate enough to leave this dimension before anyone could do anything to her.” Chloe took a glimpse at the diaper that she threw on the floor. She didn’t want to imagine that Tanya was being forced against her will to wear such a ridiculous thing. “If your resolve is that firm, then mine will be as well. It might take me a day or two, but I’ll reach out to some people that work for Diamond Tours scheduling department and see if I can get some answers for you.” “Thank you so much Claire, you have no idea how much your help means to me.” Chloe stated. “It’s fine. I have my reasons. Anyhow, I want you to contact me around the same time tomorrow, even if I don't have any solutions yet, at least I’ll know that you are still okay. And if you feel that something is definitely wrong, please be sure to tell me. It’s better than trying to go through all of this alone.” Chloe couldn't believe how thoughtful and caring Claire was to her. Even though she had just met her, she felt like she was someone she had known for years. “Claire…Before I let you go, can you please explain as to why you are gaining out of this?I don’t want to sound rude, but it feels weird that you would be doing this all out of goodwill. There has to be a catch.” Chloe asked. “There is, but it has nothing to do with profits or gaining some sort of favor. I won’t go into too much detail about it right now, but it does revolve around a situation with another person that I knew a while back. It was in a very similar predicament that you are currently in. Consider this an act of redemption. Right now..I’m not in the mood to talk about it. Perhaps another time, okay?” “Alright, I understand, and thanks again for the info. I’ll talk to you tomorrow at the same time! Take care!” Chloe said as she was about to disconnect the call. “You as well. I believe you can get through this!” After disconnecting the call, Claire took a moment to reflect on her time working in the amazon dimension and how she had seen so many of her co-workers get into situations where they were forced to wear diapers and then end up losing their jobs, which meant that they were legally eligible to be adopted. “I’ve decided, after I help Chloe out and finish my presentations in the next few weeks, I’ll put in my two week notice. It’s time for me to move on. As much as I want to retire early, this is the best decision for my long-term wellbeing!” Claire decided to put on a movie and indulge herself before calling it a day. She felt that she earned it. * * * * * * * “Based on the time, I have around another hour before I have to meet up with all the other tourists and Victoria as well. I don’t know what she has planned, but according to Claire, I just need to keep my wits and everything should be fine.” Chloe spent the remaining time to change her clothes and grab her cell phone. Even though she didn’t come here to sight-see, she was slightly interested in taking some pictures of this strange new world. Despite this dimension being cursed to her, she did see wondrous beauty and potential this city had. After relaxing for a bit and putting on a pair of jean shorts and a plain black t-shirt, Chloe grabbed her hotel card key and headed down the elevator to see what was in store for the tour group. Before she could reach the ground floor, another tourist entered the same elevator with her. It was a blonde haired girl that was around the same height and age as she was. “So what do you think of this freakishly large world? The unknown tourist asked. “It’s…DIfferent.” Chloe said with hesitation. She also noticed that she was one of the tourists that had also come with the tour group. “Not your cup of tea huh? I think it’s rather wild. My boyfriend and I won free tickets to go on this tour. We were expecting another boring routine destination like visiting Alaska or something similar. I’m really interested in getting more up close and personal with the culture of this place.” The blonde girl said. “I’m sure you definitely will, just be careful to not get lost from the tour guide.” Chloe said. “Even if I do, I can just hail a taxi, I’m sure this city has something like it. By the way, my name is Sonya, and you are?” “Chloe…Pleased to meet you. By the way, where is your boyfriend, he is not coming?” Chloe asked. “He’s been up for nearly twenty four hours and decided that he was going to take a nap as soon as we got to the hotel. His loss, I’m not going to waste this opportunity of a lifetime!” Chloe noticed that she was holding a bronze tier ticket. Which meant that she had the highest chance of being adopted, according to Claire. Chloe wanted to warn her but she knew that could cause more harm for herself in the long run. Chloe and Sonya continued to chat with each other until they arrived at the conference room on the first floor with all the other tourists. “Thank you all for being a part of this unique experience. As you have noticed, this dimension comprises mostly Amazonians such as myself. I'll be passing out these special information brochures that will explain more about our people and history. It will also include information on this hotel’s room service. We will be going on a short visit to a museum nearby so you can become more cultured and have fun at the very same time! Also, you will be allowed to bring along your mobile electronic devices, but keep in mind if we find that you are using them for something other than taking pictures or videos, that they can be confiscated and will only be returned at the end of your tour. Victoria looked at all the tourists and gleefully smiled when she glanced over at Chloe. “I don’t want to find myself alone with that woman ever again.” Perhaps I should have just stayed in my room.” Chloe thought about turning around and going back to her hotel room but she decided to tough it out and not give Victoria an excuse to personally check up on her. After receiving their brochures, the group began to follow Victoria outside the hotel. Chloe decided to stay in the middle of the pack this time, since she didn’t have Claire to back her up. “This is so cool, what an incredible city! Such architecture!!” Chloe could see that Sonya was enjoying herself and taking pictures as the whole tour group began to walk down the street near them and they continued until they stopped at a light. Chloe also noticed that almost all the tourists were not paying attention to the amazons that they were walking past, she could overhear some of the giant women talking about them and how adorable they looked, but thankfully none of them had any sticky fingers. “I’m guessing that the majority of the amazonians know that they cannot simply grab us any time they want. They need to watch and wait for the right opportunity.” Chloe looked behind her as the tour group began to go past a crosswalk, she noticed that one of the tourists was having a conversation with a local amazonian couple and because of that, was straying further away from the group. “That fucking idiot! If he doesn’t pay attention, he’s done for.” Chloe remained quiet, not wanting to bring any attention to herself or the tour group, especially while they were in the middle of the city. “Alright everyone, as you can see, that building near the corner on fifth avenue is the city’s museum which we will be visiting, please show the security your ticket, that way you can gain access to the inside.” Victoria stated as she watched each tourist walk through the front double doors. Chloe turned her head to see if the guy that was conversing with the amazon couple was still with them, but she was alarmed to see that all three of them were no longer there. “Did I make the right choice?” Chloe felt a bit guilty for not doing anything, but she took a deep breath and knew that it wasn’t her place to try and save everyone. Her sister was her only priority. Chloe felt someone put their hand on her shoulder, a cold shiver was running through her body as she quickly began to realize her foolish mistake. She was not paying attention to her own surroundings, which meant that it was quite possible that she was in some potential danger. She slowly turned her head, thinking that she was about to be taken against her will, until she saw that it was Victoria behind her. “You should be paying better attention, otherwise you could find yourself lost and never to be found.” Victoria stated as she looked down at the girl’s concerned expression. Chloe noticed that all the tourists were inside the building as she was the only one still outside. “Ugh…Thanks.” Victoria took the chance to take hold of Chloe’s hand and escorted her towards the museum. “You are a very valuable little, there are so many amazons that wish to speak with you. Aren’t you the popular one!” As Victoria spoke, Chloe noticed that a few amazonian females were looking right at her on the sidewalk, but with a disappointed look on their faces. It was at that moment Chloe realized that she was just saved by Victoria from a fate worse than death. “What a creepy fucking city. This place needs to be nuked from orbit.” Chloe thought to herself as she showed her silver tier ticket to the guard and was allowed inside the museum. “You are welcome to browse and take pictures of all the historic artifacts and fine art, just be sure to not touch any of them. Also, if you need any assistance, you can find me on the fourth floor! We will be sight-seeing for the next hour!” Victoria patted Chloe’s head as she exited the area by going up a set of stairs. Chloe quickly looked around to see if there was someone secretly watching her but thankfully it didn’t appear so. The inside of the museum was rather quiet and didn’t have too many amazonians inside. It mostly consisted of the tourists from the group. The amazonians that were there seemed to be minding their own business. “Holy shit…Being constantly paranoid is not good for my health.” Chloe decided to look around and try to find some sort of amusement in this building. After browsing around for nearly an hour, Chloe checked on the tourists and noticed that everyone seemed to be doing alright and that there was nothing out of the ordinary happening. She was almost expecting to find every tourist to be taken away by the time they were done visiting the museum.. But everything was normal, almost like an actual tour visit trip. Chloe quickly realized that she was now feeling something that she was dreading. “Not good…I gotta take a piss.” Chloe knew that she couldn’t fight nature and that she needed to find a restroom very soon. She walked around and was surprised at how vast the museum was. She hadn't expected for there to be so much to see but she made the most of it while taking many pictures with her phone. Chloealso made sure that she stayed around some of the tourists and was not all alone while browsing around. “Excuse me, is there a restroom nearby? Chloe asked a local security guard as he looked down at the girl. “Why yes, you can find the public restroom down to your right, you can’t miss it.” Replied the male amazon guard as he went about his business and made sure that all the priceless artifacts were not touched or harmed. “Something isn’t right, everything is going far too well. It’s making me feel even more anxious.” Chloe found the restroom and was about to enter it. She noticed that there were two handles to open it, one for amazons and one that was tall enough for even Chloe to grab. “I’m surprised, they actually have little friendly restrooms?” Chloe chuckled to herself. She was in a way, enjoying the distraction, despite the looming threat over her shoulder. Plus this sight-seeing was not helping in finding her sister any quicker. Chloe looked around and saw several restroom stalls, which made her curious as to how she would be able to use their toilets. She was wondering if she actually would have to climb one, given the great difference in their size. “The more I think about all this, the less prepared I truly am for the unexpected.” Chloe noticed that she wasn’t alone in the restroom as an amazon woman was currently changing someone on a public table. “Even though everything appears normal, I still haven’t seen any native little’s walk around on their own accord since arriving. Are they all forcefully being treated like actual babies?” Chloe thought to herself as she looked at the toilets and kept noticing that they were all beyond her reach. Climbing would be an option, but it would be a nightmare if she fell inside the toilet. “Is there a problem, little one?” Chloe quickly turned her head to see an amazonian woman looking down at her, she was the same one that was changing her baby and now it appeared to be that she was finished. Chloe cringed as she could easily see that the person on the changing table was far from an actual infant. It was a fully grown woman that was wearing a bright yellow onesie and constantly sucking on a pacifier “I’m fine…I’m just trying to find…” “A potty, is that correct?” The amazonian interrupted Chloe before she could finish. “...Ya, that’s it. Chloe felt her heart beating far faster as the seconds went by. She was in yet another predicament that she didn’t want to be in. She knew that as long as she was with her tour group, that nothing could legally happen to her but she wasn’t entirely sure about being alone in a public restroom with an amazon. There could have been loopholes in the tour’s contracts. “I see, you must be a tourist, makes sense. We don’t have many potty’s that accommodate littles, but if you follow me, I’ll show you where one is stationed.” The amazon said as she picked up her little and began to walk to her left. Chloe wasn’t sure if she should follow or just get the hell out and try to hold it in until they got back to the hotel. “If I piss myself…I’m probably even more screwed.” Chloe stated in her mind as she carefully followed the amazon towards a pink stall that was obviously more immature looking than the rest of them. “Ugh…Thank you.” Chloe responded as she opened the door to see a toilet that looked like it was designed for toddlers with its bright colors. “It’s my pleasure. Take good care of yourself! Say bye bye Sandy!” The amazon forcefully waved her baby girl’s right arm to make it look like she was waving goodbye. Chloe could see that she had a spaced out gaze in her eyes, as if she were not entirely paying attention. “Jesus, that was intense.” Chloe was honestly surprised that amazon had actually not tried anything funny with her. She had pretty much expected at this point that all amazonians were out to get her. “There is no way I can handle being in this dimension for a whole week. I need to find my sister quickly and get the hell out.” After doing her business without incident, Chloe quickly exited the restroom and began to walk around and see where all the tourists were. “There gone! ALL GONE!.” Chloe quickly became aware that none of the tourists were on the first floor and began to worry about the worst case situation. “OH SHIT! Did I fuck up? Did they leave while I was in the restroom!?” Chloe’s worries were soon put to rest as an elevator came down and the group of tourists that she was with began to walk out together. It appeared that they all seemed quite happy and amazed by whatever they had seen. “I thought we were one little short. I hope you didn’t wander off too far, Chloe.” Victoria said as she walked down a set of stairs while keeping her eyes on the timid girl. “I’m good, I just had to use the restroom.” Chloe said as she tried to play it off. “I see. You missed the archaeological exhibit on the fourth floor with the whole tour group. Perhaps I’ll personally take you there next time.” Victoria said as she then focused her attention on this tour group. Chloe remained silent, she knew that Victoria could sense the stress she was feeling and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it. “Alright everyone, I hope you all enjoyed the first of many wonderful sights on our tour. Some of you have tours that are scheduled to last a bit longer than others but rest assured, we at Diamond Tours will make sure that you get your money's worth.” Victoria signaled something with her hand and then some of the museum employees began to hand out plastic bags for each tourist, it was filled with merchandise and shirts. Many of the tourists were pleasantly surprised by the free offerings. “No baby crap like pacifiers and bottles? Or was I just the lucky one…” Chloe thought to herself as she took the gift bag from the museum employee and then followed the tour group as they began to exit the museum. “Heya Chloe, want me to tell you something weird I saw?” Chloe watched as Sonya stood beside her as they continued to walk back to the hotel while staying near the back of the tour group. “What happened? Chloe asked. “While checking out the art gallery, An amazon was holding the biggest baby I ever saw in her arms. I could have swore that the baby looked like an actual adult, but that would have been too weird, don’t you think?” “Ya…Perhaps it was.” Chloe said with a slightly serious tone in her voice. Hoping that Sonya would realize just how messed up this dimension really was. “You're such a joker, haha. I can’t wait to tell my boyfriend about this place. I know he will love this city when we go sightseeing together, tomorrow.” Chloe could tell that Sonya didn’t take her words seriously and she assumed that the majority of the tourists wouldn't either, until it was too late that is. As Chloe reentered the hotel and watched some of the tourists talk to each other, she noticed that Victoria was chatting with one of the hotel’s employee’s. Chloe secretly hoped that Victoria was asking the employee about her sister’s whereabouts but after what she knew about the Amazon, she seriously doubted it. One of the employees turned her attention to Chloe and casually waved her hand to the girl. Chloe hesitantly waved back, not wanting to be rude. “Okay everyone! This will conclude our first day together. Tomorrow we will continue our wondrous adventure as we visit several historical landmarks within the city. We will be leaving at ten in the morning. And in case you have forgotten, your room service comes at no cost, so feel free to check out the hotel’s menu and order whatever you are craving. Unfortunately we do not serve alcohol so please keep that in mind when you browse the menu on the pamphlets. Also, each of your rooms have a clock which is already installed with an alarm near your beds. It will automatically go off and wake you up at eight in the morning, that way it will give you ample time to prepare and be ready for the next tour. So there is no need to set your own alarms unless you want to be up even earlier. And if you have any other concerns, the employees of the hotel will gladly be of assistance. So in that case, all of you have a pleasant good night!” Victoria said with a gleeful tone. “Am I going to be able to sleep comfortably, knowing how truly fucked up this place is?” Chloe remained quiet as she entered the elevator along with Sonya. “Say Chloe, did you come alone on this trip?” Sonya asked. “Ya I did, why do you ask?” “I have a wonderful idea, how would you like to join me and my boyfriend and the three of us go out strolling around the city and skip the tour for one day. I feel we can get really immersive with the giant locals! How does that sound?” Chloe’s eyes widened up after hearing Sonya’s crazy suggestion. “Ugh…No thanks…Are you sure you really want to do that? Aren't you afraid that something may happen to you and your boyfriend? We don’t have any idea how safe this dimension is and don't you remember the agreement that we all signed? If we get lost from our tour guide, the company is no longer responsible for our well-being!” “I know, but I feel that was all scare tactics to keep us from having a real good time! Plus it’s just for one day. We should always live as if it’s the last day of our lives!” Sonya said as she exited the elevator to her floor and waved goodbye to Chloe. Chloe was left speechless, the warning signs were there and yet some tourists were willing to turn a blind eye to the obvious. “If I don’t see you tomorrow Sonya, I’ll understand why.” Chloe said to herself as she reached her floor and exited the elevator. After entering her room, she took off her shoes and decided to check out the local programming before getting something to eat. Chloe found most of the channels usually were very juvenile and cartoonish and was wondering if she would be able to find a station that actually had real people, even if they were amazons. “Seriously, this is so stupid…Oh wait!” Chloe found a channel that was playing what looked to be a standard sitcom show. It even had an audience laugh track. Chloe spent a few minutes watching it and found it to be as dumb as the sitcoms in her dimension. “Daddy!” Chloe’s mouth dropped as she saw and heard a girl that looked to be around her age, slowly waddling to her amazonian parent, while in just a shirt and a diaper. All the characters seemed to be acting naturally from the appearance of the only little in the show. “Okay, I've seen enough, Chloe changed the channel and began to focus her attention on the menu within the pamphlet. Chloe noticed that the hotel served pepperoni pizza slices and soda. She felt that was a safe bet to try. She then grabbed the hotel phone and made the order with an employee on the line. “If they put my soda in a baby bottle, I’m gonna complain like a Karen…” Chloe slapped her forehead as she realized that causing a scene would only benefit the amazons just as Claire told her. “There has to be a dumb action movie on, even the amazonians have to have some sort of taste.” Chloe refused to give up on finding a channel that could provide some decent entertainment. Chloe then stopped hopping the channels as a warning message appeared on the screen when she reached channel sixty six. “Warning to all tourists, this channel is only recommended to the native littles and amazons, viewer discretion is advised.” Chloe wondered if she had found a channel that played horror movies or something of that nature. “Maybe it’s a channel that plays programming from our dimension, that would be kinda interesting.” Chloe pressed the accept button on the remote as the television began to show a cartoon picture of the sun and then a vast green landscape. “Figures, just another dumb cartoon channel, I guess I should…Wait, these colors are…Mezmorizing.” Chloe couldn't take her eyes away from the channel. There were no actors, just a recurring lullaby theme playing in the background while oddly drawn landscapes kept appearing on the screen. Chloe couldn’t even blink as her eyes were so absorbed into the strange show. Hehe…Such pwetty colors…Hehe.” Chloe smiled as she kept her eyes glued to the television for the next fifteen minutes straight. A ring at Chloe’s hotel door knocked the girl out of her stupor. She quickly realized that she was currently sucking on her thumb while sitting in a fetal position. “Huh? What the fuck!?” Chloe also noticed that some drool was coming down her chin. She quickly cleaned it up with her arm and then quickly turned off the television as she began to gather herself. “What in the hell was that?” Chloe then heard a knock at her door, she decided to answer it while trying to figure out what happened to her. “Room service!” A red haired amazon woman stated as she walked in and carried a metal plate with Chloe’s order from earlier. The slice of pizza looked to be around the size of five slices in her dimension. Thankfully the soda was in a can and not in a baby bottle. “Ugh, thank you..” Chloe said as she tried to gather her thoughts. She felt a bit foggy in the head. “It’s my pleasure. And I have to say, you really are the MVL. I wish I had a little like you.” Chloe quickly turned her attention to the hotel amazon employee. Her anxiety began to take over as the amazon looked down at the young girl. “MVL…Most valuable little?” Chloe said in a quiet tone. “That’s right! I’m surprised you know about that. So tell me, what did you think about the gift box you received? I hope you liked it!” The amazon asked as she awaited for an answer. “Ugh…Not to be rude or anything, but I’m perfectly toilet trained, so I don’t need to wear anything like diapers. Thanks for the hospitality though.” Chloe forced a smile on her face, hoping that would be enough to deter the amazon and get her to leave the hotel room. “That’s fine, it’s the thought that counts! By the way, if you ever decide that you want to be adopted, I’ll gladly take full care of you! My name is Mia by the way. The amazon extended her hand out as she awaited for a handshake. Chloe slowly extended her, hoping that nothing shady would happen. Thankfully the two of them extended a friendly handshake before the amazon waved her hand and slowly closed the door behind her. Chloe soon realized that she was the amazon that waved at her earlier after coming back from the museum. “I can’t believe that giant. She just casually asked if I wanted to live the rest of my life as her plaything. That is messed up on so many levels.” Chloe took a sniff of the pizza and almost forgot about the delicious looking meal on her bed. Chloe kept the television off as she took a bite out of her pizza and then tried out the giant can of soda. It made her realize just how hungry she really was. “This pizza is damn good! Holy crap, this is even better than the stuff up in Chicago!” As Chloe was enjoying her meal, she noticed that she felt a bit cold and was wondering why. “I feel fine, but the cold feeling seems to be coming from my…!!!” Chloe nearly choked on the slice of pizza as she noticed a small dark spot on the front of her jean shorts. “Holy shit, I pissed myself.” Chloe quickly pulled off her shorts and then her panties to check on the damage. “How did this happen! This doesn’t make sense!” Chloe could see that her panties were done for. They would need to be washed before she could ever see herself wearing them again. As for her jean shorts, thankfully the damage was minimal but she would still rather have them washed before wearing them as well. “Just how did…!!!” Chloe turned her attention to the television and figured out what the culprit was. “That fucking channel! It did something to my head to make me lose control of my bladder! That explains why I was sucking on my thumb…Like an infant!” Chloe was horrified by what just occurred. She was so angry that she wanted to scream but knew that it would only invite more trouble and solve absolutely nothing. “That amazon! Did she see my accident!? God I hope not. I don’t want this to come back and bite me in the ass!” Chloe put the rest of her pizza away on a coffee table near her and then decided to change into another pair of clean underwear. Thankfully she brought several spares with her in her luggage. “GONE…IT’S ALL GONE!” Chloe rummaged through her clothing, she saw that everything was in place but the only thing that seemed to be missing was her underwear. “These crazy giants! They must have gone through my stuff before I arrived. I wonder if they did the same with all the other tourists? Either way, I got nothing to wear underneath… Except this!” Chloe took a sigh of relief as she pulled out a pair of black gym shorts. They were not considered underwear but it was better than nothing, and most certainly better than having to wear the diaper she threw on the floor earlier on in the day. Chloe decided that getting worked up would not help at all. She would continue to follow Claire’s advice and take everything slowly and not allow herself to fall into despair. “What a day…God, please look after me and especially my sister…Wherever she is..” Chloe turned off the lights and decided to get some well needed sleep. Tomorrow will be a new day and another chance to get some information regarding Tanya. * * * * * * * * “So Mia, what do you think about Chloe? You think she deserves the title of MVL in this new tour group?” Victoria asked her amazon friend as she took a sip of tea while in the employee lounge. “That girl is absolutely gorgeous. She is exactly what I am looking for in a portal little. Can you pull some of your usual strings and make sure that I can legally adopt her by tomorrow?” Mia asked as she poured herself a cup of tea. She was on her break and decided to pay her close friend Victoria a visit in the employee lounge. “I can try to swing things in your favor, but keep in mind that she is a tourist with a silver tier ticket. She cannot be adopted unless she becomes a nuisance that is detrimental to the tour or is not with the tour group while outside the hotel. We cannot force anything until she makes a crucial mistake that voids her contract. Speaking of which, she nearly found herself in such a position today at the museum. If I didn’t come back for her, she would already have been claimed by one of the locals. She has definitely attracted the attention of many others.” Good thing you did. Someone that precious needs a mommy that will properly look after her. She even had a whittle accident before I delivered her food to her just an hour ago. I don’t think she even noticed the small wet spot on her privates. It took all my willpower to not forcefully remove the ugly clothes she had on and then put her into a nice clean diaper and then take her home with me.” Mia said as she looked over at the clock to see her break was almost over. “Be sure to keep your impulses in check. Even though you are a good friend of mine, I would be forced to have you arrested if you tried to take Chloe out of the hotel by force.” Victoria said as she was about to head towards her luxury hotel room. “I understand. Hopefully I can have her inside a crib by tomorrow night. Seeya tomorrow Victoria!” Mia said as she waved goodbye to her friend and went back to work. “What an interesting girl Chloe is. Coming all this way to find her missing sister. It’s truly admirable. I almost feel sorry for her…Almost” Victoria said as she looked over a piece of paper that had some information regarding her sister. “And I bet that Claire is providing Chloe some useful intel regarding this dimension. The two of them would make wonderful playmates in a playpen together. I wonder, would it be selfish to adopt the two of them myself?” Victoria thought to herself as she decided to take a shower before calling it a night for herself after reaching her room. “I was never all that interested in adopting a little for myself, but it doesn’t hurt to try out new things.”

Chapter 11: THE NEXT MORNING, I woke up wet to Ivy moving around the room. “Good morning Holly,” she told me as I wiped my eyes and brushed unexpected hair out of them. “Morning,” I said sleepily. “How’d it go last night?” She asked me. “Huh…?” I asked. “When did I even get into bed?” “I carried you after you fell asleep.” “That’s weird,” I told her and spit out another hair that had now landed in my mouth. ‘This long hair thing is getting annoying…’ “So how’d it go?” I stared at her blankly for a few moments before realizing she was talking about my… I pulled up on the nightgown and felt a tear come out of my eye. “Why the hell is this happening to me?” I groaned. “It’s normal Holly…” she told me. “Here, why don’t you come lay down on this and we’ll get it off and let you go to the bathroom.” I blushed and covered my eyes with my arms while she untaped the diaper and opened it up. I saw a concerned look on her face and asked, “What?” “Well… it’s just there’s more than pee in here.” “What?” I asked and sat up suddenly. I looked down into the soaked open diaper and could see a small puddle of wet brown stool. She pushed me back down, “It’s okay Holly, just let me get you cleaned up here…” I followed her directions without comment, shocked that there was more than urine. ‘How the hell can I be having these problems?!?’ Tears streamed down my face until she pronounced me done and I ran down to the bathroom and attempted to push anything else that might have remained out. After that I found myself repeating the previous days activities, and found my life slowly beginning to settle in with Ivy. Surprisingly the days began passing by quickly as I soaked up as much knowledge from her, and her textbooks. To my surprise a week quickly passed by in the new routine. During that time, I grew annoyed that I couldn’t seem to wake up dry anytime I fell asleep! It didn’t matter if it was nighttime, or a nap. I did discover that in this new dimension I found I really appreciated a few things. One of my favorites was the Tabers milk that she kept giving me to drink once she knew I liked it - it was like having one vice like a coke or a beer available for some reason. I figured she would need to go to the store for more soon, but I learned that she didn’t usually go to the grocery store - preferring to usually just to have her groceries delivered. I offered to help her unpack the groceries when they came one day, but she just shooed me away out of her kitchen. Other than the first time of finding stool in my sleep though, I didn’t have that as a recurrence at least! I ended up deciding my stomach must have just been upset from something new that I ate. After breakfast the second week of my stay she handed me a white top that had little yellow ruffles on the edge of the sleeves to pull over my head. After that she handed me a yellow set of shortalls that matched the color of the ruffles on the top. The shortalls had a large pink sequined heart in the middle of the bib. “I need to go shopping today,” she told me with a smile as I stepped into the shortalls. “What for?” I asked curiously, “I thought you said you have everything delivered?” “I do, but I’d like to look for some other outfits for you. Also I’d like to look for a tablet or something you can use instead of that dinosaur you call a computer.” I grimaced as she called my computer a dinosaur, “It was actually pretty much state of the art in my dimension,” I told her as I pulled the straps of the shortalls over my shoulders. She just laughed, “What was it you said last week? You’re not in Canada anymore?” “Kansas,” I sighed. The whole outfit was both girly, and babyish, making me blush when I looked at myself in the mirror while feeling exasperated with her. “What’s that supposed to mean anyway?” She asked. “I take it you don’t have the Wizard of Oz as a movie here?” She looked at me blankly, “No…?” “It was originally a book written over a century ago in my dimension… very odd story. The premise is supposedly a young girl gets swept from her home by a tornado into the land of Oz…” she continued to look at me blankly, “Anyway… at one point she looks at her dog and says ‘I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore,’” I sighed, “it became a very common idiom to say back home.” “I wish I could see it,” she said. “If you have all of my boxes, I should have a DVD of it somewhere.” “What’s a DVD?” I sighed, “It’s what we used for about fifteen years for movies back home. It’s a round disc that a laser reads.” “Oh, we used those about fifty years ago... My grandparents still had them when I was growing up. Was there a player in there too?” “Should have been?” I said, “We could look for it later?” “We’ll have to do that!” She told me looking deep in thought, “The more I think about it I remember seeing a box of a bunch of weird plastic cases and those discs inside. I can get them from the storage shed later.” “Great,” I said, happy that maybe we could have a bit of a cultural exchange. I was carried to the car where she buckled me into the rear facing car seat. We hadn’t gone anywhere in a week, so I hadn’t seen the video screen she’d installed on the head rest above my car seat yet. As she turned the car turned on, it came to life, and displayed a view of Ivy. Beside her I could see out the window pretty clearly “That’s kind of cool,” I said to her. She waved at the screen, “Isn’t it? I can see you now too! If you want, I can also play movies on it for you.” “I just like the idea of seeing outside right now,” I told her. “Okay then,” she said and began driving. I enjoyed the view of the streets and really finally got a feel for the neighborhood that Ivy lived in. It seemed to be a pretty upscale neighborhood with large yards and some distance between houses. It was apparent she definitely had a larger house than many of the others she passed by driving further into town. Growing up I had once heard driving through the Midwest best described as ‘cornfield, cornfield, cornfield, porn shop, cornfield…’ Here I would say it was more, ‘Little Store, Little Store, Little Store, Daycare, Little Store…’ “Do littles basically drive your entire economy?” I asked Ivy from the back seat at a stoplight next to a large daycare that I could see littles moving around on outdoor play equipment. Most of them had just a t-shirt and a diaper on, while quite a few only wore their diapers with chests and breasts exposed to the world. I saw her look down at her screen and she nodded, “A good chunk at least…” she noted as the light turned green and she started again. Eventually she pulled into the parking lot of an enormous mall. She got out of the car, but didn’t immediately come to my side of the door. Instead she was doing something in the trunk. I twiddled my thumbs literally for a moment while waiting for her. I decided to try and pull at the latch myself but couldn’t get the right grip on the buckle apparently. She finally opened the door and picked me up, letting me see the reason she’d been slow to open my door. “I don’t need that…” I whined as I looked at the purple stroller that she had sitting next to the door. “You think that now,” she told me, “but with your size just walking from one end to the other and back is going to feel like a marathon to you.” “That’s…” “Less than it will be because I’ll be stopping in stores,” she whispered as she buckled me into the stroller. I frowned, “But I want to walk around…” “Remember the other part of our deal the last time we went out?” I groaned, “Blend…” I sighed. “But don’t toddlers sometimes get to walk around?” “And you may too,” she told me with a smile as she stepped behind me. I looked in front of me at a small flat area that had a space for a cup or a bottle. Above me was a canopy that looked like it wasn’t fully opened. The inside of the stroller was a weird color that somehow felt like both a purple and some sort of purplish fuchsia. It was kind of an ugly color to me… At least the seat was well padded and I felt comfortable as my legs dangled over the edge of it. I leaned forward a little, well as much as the harness let me, and could see a foot rest that my feet had no hope of touching. ‘If anything, this stroller feels like it’s too big for me…’ I shuddered, ‘What would be right for my size…?’ She pushed the stroller to the entrance of the mall and a nice teenage girl held the door open for us. “Thank you,” Ivy told her. “No problem, have fun shopping cutie,” she waved at me. Not knowing what else to do, I waved back to her. Ivy found her first store pretty quickly and soon had me out of the stroller, and in a dressing room, to try on some dresses and rompers she found. I sighed but participated as a well-behaved dolly as she ended up picking out a half-dozen outfits to buy before putting me back into the stroller. We were leaving the store when I felt the twinge, “Mommy!” I said. She looked around the front and looked at me, “What sweetie?” “Potty Mommy!” She smiled and said, “Just hold it sweetie, we’re not too far from a restroom.” I found myself squirming as the urge increased faster than I remembered a few days ago even. I hadn’t been far from my potty at home then though - so it hadn’t been a big deal. She pushed through a door of a small family bathroom and locked the door before coming around to me. My bladder felt like it was about to explode so as soon as she sat me down on the floor I hurried over to the gigantic toilet. I tried frantically pulling at the buckles of my coveralls to pull them down. I managed to get one of the buckles loose and then was working on the second one… when I felt a drop of urine make it past my clenched muscles. I struggled some more as Ivy said, “Let me help you,” and reached to get past my hands when I lost the battle. I felt tears in my eyes as the one drop gave way to a damn bursting, and urine pooled down through my panties and into my shorts. A moment later I felt awful as it began dribbling down my legs, and onto the bare part of my feet around my sandals. “I’m sorry,” I told her. In response she knelt down and hugged me, “It’s okay sweetie, you tried.” She gave me a moment while urine continued to drip out of me, before she said, “Let’s get those wet things off of you.” I nodded and let her finish getting the buckle I couldn’t get undone. A moment later I was just in my shirt with the dripping shortalls and panties sitting on the long counter inside the room. “Were you done going?” she asked me kindly. I shrugged, “I don’t know?” “Let’s try the potty just in case?” She suggested. I dumbly nodded and let her hold me on the edge of the toilet and forced myself to go. I was mortified from my accident and the fact a woman was holding me naked above the toilet so I wouldn’t fall in. I managed to push out just a little bit of urine before some logs of poop followed. I was blushing bright red as she wiped me first with some toilet paper and then carried me to stand on top of the counter that I could tell was really just a nice permanent changing table. The diaper bag she had been carrying last week came out and I grimaced as she brought out baby wipes and cleaned me up without asking for my participation. They were cold and with the air conditioning blowing I felt goosebumps up and down my skin. “We’ll get you dressed in just a second,” she told me. I watched as she dug inside and feared I was going to move from panties to diapers already from this one incident. ‘One?’ I asked myself. ‘Every night time and nap too…’ I felt my stomach doing somersaults as she finally pulled her hands from inside the bag, she unfolded a bundle of cloth that contained a dress and a pair of my panties. “Here,” she told me with a smile handing me the panties. I quickly pulled them up my legs and then let her pull the dress over my head. It was one that just pulled on so I didn’t have to worry about buttons or a zipper. My sandals were soon back on my feet and she had me wash my hands before buckling me back into the stroller. I watched from my position as she pulled out some bag from inside the diaper bag to put my wet things in and secured it all underneath my seat. “I need to go potty too while we're here,” she announced. I sighed and just sat there thinking about the fact that I had just wet my pants. As she finally pushed me outside of the bathroom she said, “Holly this does count as strike one,” I felt a tear down my eye, “But I was almost there…” “Remember I said per week. So, if a week from today you haven’t had two other strikes it’ll reset to the last time you have an accident.” I breathed a small sigh of relief, ‘okay… don’t have two more accidents in the next week… that should be easy!’ I couldn’t help but have a feeling of doom with those thoughts though as she pushed me past a pair of women breastfeeding their little girls on a bench. The breasts pushing their babyish clothes out made it obvious they were not actual real babies. IVY SMILED ABOVE the handles of the stroller as she pushed Holly deeper into the mall. When they had arrived she had intentionally not asked Holly if she needed to go to the potty, hoping something like this would happen. Shortalls were another gamble that had also paid off when Holly couldn’t get the hook off the button fast enough in her panic to go. The look on Holly’s face though as she lost control had just about broken her resolve to not put her into diapers then and there forever. Luckily for Holly she had intentionally left the diapers at home, but brought two sets of clothes, an extra pair of panties, and a couple of Pull-Ups. ‘If she goes through all of that… well it’ll be over anyway,’ she thought to herself. As much as she wanted to just diaper Holly, she couldn’t deny that she was the smartest little she’d ever encountered. During the past week she had learned that her understanding of medical texts she read was at least as good as the medical students she had gone to school with… maybe better. That part made her feel really guilty about adopting Holly! She wouldn’t have felt as guilty about a little that wasn’t really contributing to society. Though in the end it didn’t matter now… the act was done. Holly was a minor and would never be allowed to practice medicine by any hospital board. ‘There’s no harm in humoring her and letting her continue to learn though,’ she thought to herself. ‘Even though she’s never going to perform another surgery or even an examination.’ Ivy pushed Holly’s stroller through the mall for another hour looking at clothes, before deciding it was time to go for lunch and then their next stop. “Holly, do you need to go potty before we go get some lunch?” she asked as she leaned over the canopy. Holly had been uncharacteristically quiet this whole time, and just gave her a small nod and a quiet, “Please…” She made her way to a bathroom on the way out to the car and chose to just go into the women’s room with the stroller this time. Parking it inside she unbuckled her from the stroller, and carried her to an open stall, before setting Holly on the ground. Holly pulled her panties down, and her dress up, before Ivy leaned down to pick her up to place her on the too large potty. ‘I hate holding her like this,’ she thought to herself as a tinkle of water began coming from Holly. ‘She could fall in so easily…’ When she was silent Ivy asked, “Are you done sweetie?” A nod was the only answer so she grabbed a wad of toilet paper while holding her in place with one hand to wipe her gently dry. Just to be safe she wiped her butt too, but found it clean. She sat her down on the ground so she could pull up her panties and said, “Good girl,” to her. Holly blushed bright red and didn’t say anything. Ivy began to get a bit worried then, ‘Did I go too far?’ She helped her wash her hands and then buckled her back into the stroller. “How about pasta for lunch?” she asked Holly as she buckled her into the car seat a few minutes later. “Sure,” Holly answered her. “Sorry if I’m quiet… I just can’t believe I wet my pants… I’m not a baby for crying out loud, but my potty training seems to be disappearing faster than my height when I arrived here…” “It’ll be okay,” Ivy found herself reassuring Holly. “I don’t think any less of you,” she added. With a sigh Holly nodded and she closed the door and drove the short distance to a chain restaurant. IVY PULLED ME from the car seat and carried me into the restaurant on the right side of her body, and the diaper bag on her left. She took care to pull my dress down under my bottom to cover my panties while she checked in at the hostess stand, “How many?” “Just us,” Ivy told her. “High chair or booster?” She asked looking at me. Ivy looked down at me and I just leaned into her, I didn’t care much at this point. “Let’s do the high chair,” she told her. The lady spoke to a waitress who led us back to be seated, “Aren’t you just an adorable little princess?” she said to me as she put a high chair right up against the table. I just smiled in return. “How old is she?” the waitress asked Ivy. “Just turned twenty months the other day,” she told her in response. “And wearing big girl panties already?” she asked as Ivy sat me down and flashed my panties. “Yep, she’s doing pretty good with her potty training. Had a little pee pee accident this morning, but that’s the first daytime one in a week!” I wanted to dig myself a hole in the ground and crawl into it, ‘Really? She has to announce that to the world?!?’ “What a big girl!” The girl cooed at me. “What can I get you to drink?” “I’ll take water, I have a sippy cup for her - can you bring me some juice to put in it?” “Sure thing! Plapple work?” “That’ll be fine,” she said and I watched the peppy young woman walk away. Of course, being an alleged twenty-month-old meant no menu for me. I kind of expected to share with Ivy given my smaller appetite anyway. I sat in the uncomfortable restaurant high chair - kind of bored while we waited for the waitress. She brought back a glass of juice that Ivy poured into a sippy cup while she ordered, “If we can have the chicken alfredo,” she said to her. “Soup or Salad?” “Soup would be great,” she told her. “Be right out in a bit,” the waitress said with a smile, “Oh, almost forgot, here’s a set of crayons and a placemat she can color on.” Ivy put it in front of me and I looked at it skeptically for a moment before taking one of the proffered crayons. The picture in front of me was a plate of pasta with meatballs… I started scribbling all over it the way I figured a real kid my age would. Time managed to pass enough that the soup came out and Ivy said, “Holly let me get your bib on you…” I groaned at the ‘Mommy’s Little Princess’ lettering on it, but sat still while she velcroed it behind my neck. After that I watched as she blew on the soup spoon for several moments before bringing the large spoon to my mouth. “Open up!” she said to me. My face turned red at being fed like a baby, but I opened up to at least try the soup. It was still a little warm, but not too hot. The soup did taste really good! I smiled at her and felt a dribble go down my chin. She alternated taking a few spoonfuls and then giving me a spoonful until the bowl was empty. “What a good little eater she is!” The waitress cooed as she brought a plate of food for Ivy over. “I brought you a small plate if you want to let her eat on her own too,” she told Ivy. “Thanks, but it’ll be cleaner if I use my plate!” she told her with a wink. I wanted to groan but I just chose to sit in more silence. A family with a big set of three daughters were being led in. They were carrying a little woman dressed in a frilly pink romper. As they passed by, I could smell the odor of a used diaper just as Ivy put a fork up to my mouth. I wrinkled my nose from the smell mixing with the forkful, but took the bite, glad they passed by quickly. Luckily the pasta still tasted okay, and I took my turn eating even as Ivy tried to engage me to smile or talk or something. I wasn’t very talkative though, instead I stared at the sight several tables over where the poopy little was sat in a high chair. “Aren’t you going to change her Mommy?” the second oldest of the real kids asked. I guessed she was around ten or so. “No sweetie, when you get a new little, they say it’s best that they get used to sitting in their poopies for a while. If you don’t, they’ll get spoiled and expect a change immediately anytime they just barely piddle in them.” “Please,” I heard a quiet sob around the pacifier. The lady looked at her and smacked her hand, “No! Not until I think you’re ready little girl. I still can’t believe you thought you were a big girl and could work at that grocery store! How could you just wet yourself right next to the produce we were going to be eating? I certainly don’t know! Nope that obviously wasn’t going to work, but we’ve got you all fixed up though now sweetie!” the lady said with a menace in her voice that made me nervous even though I wasn’t the one in her clutches. I took another bite of pasta just as the lady pulled out a jar of baby food, and began spooning it into the poor girls’ mouth. We were waiting for the check when the woman pulled the little out of the high chair and put a bottle of milk in her mouth. “Don’t worry, Mommy should have milkies ready for you by the end of the week. We’ll just have to use some of my sisters’ milk until then…” I was grateful when the check was paid and Ivy carried me to the restroom. I sat on the potty and did my business before she wiped me clean. “Holly?” “Yes Mommy?” I asked a bit nervously. “You know you normally take your afternoon nap right about now?” I nodded, “I am kind of sleepy,” I admitted. “Why don’t we put you in a Pull-Up in case you go to sleep? It’s going to be a while until we get to the next store?” I looked at the panties I had just pulled up on my hips. They weren’t exactly adult underwear, but they at least weren’t diapers… a Pull-Up basically was a diaper. I decided to double check, “If I fall asleep it doesn’t count, right?” “Right,” she told me quietly. I just nodded, “Okay.” She reached into the diaper bag while I pulled the panties down and we traded items. I pulled the purple garment up my legs and noticed once again that it wasn’t the snuggest fit. ‘If she really felt like I was going to sleep she should have brought a diaper…’ I thought to myself. Ivy helped me wash my hands and I found myself carried to the car and once again buckled into my car seat. IVY LOOKED AT the monitor of her sleeping little girl and smiled. ‘Pasta will do it every time…’ she thought to herself. ‘Well milk more so… It would have been weird to bring it with us.’ Of course, that brought a bigger smirk to her face as well as a grimace. ‘I’d better find a place to change these pads out before she wakes up. I really need to pump at lunch time…’ It was a pretty long drive across town to get to the electronics store she wanted to go to. When she opened up the passenger door she saw that Holly was still out like a light. Her adorable face was so peaceful when she slept and occasionally let out a quiet snore. Not wanting to wake her, she decided to use one of the better features of her new stroller. It doubled as being able to unlatch the new car seat from the car, and just latch it into the stroller. It was designed more for infants, but it Holly was small enough it worked for her too. ‘No need to wake Holly up, and then maybe I can do something about these leaky boobies…’ She pulled a light blanket out of the trunk and laid it over the now mounted car seat to let Holly have her best chance at staying asleep a little longer. ‘She’s been napping for about two hours in the afternoon and it’s only been about thirty minutes.’ Walking in through the doors of the big electronics store she couldn’t help but smile. A nerd at heart, this place had dangerous toys everywhere she looked! ‘Bathroom first…’ she said to herself. Making her way into a handicap stall she parked the stroller next to her and opened the diaper bag to find some nursing pads she’d left in there. ‘As much as I want to pump I don’t want her to know I am lactating yet…’ She pulled the damp pads out that she was wearing and quickly used a baby wipe to clean the nipples off before placing the new pads in place. ‘Better double them just in case…’ she thoughtfully added to herself. She took the time to use the toilet and washed her hands before looking in on Holly. Her little girl was fast asleep and clearly it was a good idea for the pull-up as she could see the learning designs were already mostly faded away. ‘I hope she doesn’t leak…’ she worried, but knew her clothes and the car seat cushion would wash easily if she did. She recovered her and pushed the stroller down the aisles to the Little’s accessory section. It took her a few minutes but she found what she was looking for. It was a ‘LittleProtect’ watch that she could put on her and make sure she was safely able to track her. There were even some panic modes available to contact her or others via video if she needed to. ‘Maybe I should get something simpler…’ she thought for a moment but shrugged and took it. ‘If someone figures out that she’s a little, she’s so cute, that she’s a prime candidate for kidnapping,’ she admitted to herself. The tiny watch was purple, and she knew it would work well with most of her wardrobe. Pushing her stroller bound little down the aisles she looked at the various other gadgets for littles they sold and shuddered… ‘Not happening to my Holly…’ she thought as she walked towards the tablet section of the store. This company had just finally been granted exclusive access to sell Melon Corps latest tablets. One was small and thin enough that she thought it would be ideal for Holly to read on. ‘She certainly is a voracious reader,’ she had noted on multiple occasions. It wasn’t that she had read every word of the seven textbooks she’d gone through in the last week, but it was clear that Holly had been looking for differences from their physiology and medical practices standpoint. Holly seemed to be able to mesh that information with her own knowledge very easily to clearly understand and remember anything she studied. ‘She’d already make a better professor than most of mine were!’ She ended up picking up a ten-inch version of the tablet that seemed like a phone in size to her. Just as she was getting to the register, she noticed movement going on under the stroller covering. She pulled it off and smiled at Holly who was wiping her eyes, “Well hello there, did you have a nice nap?” Holly’s expression went from sour, to shock, to fear, to tears in about two seconds as she felt and realized she was in a wet Pull-Up. “Wet Mommy,” was all she said to her. “It’s okay Holly! Mommy’ll get you all dry once she checks out here.” Holly for her part grimaced but nodded while closing her eyes again. ‘I can’t wait until we get her past being embarrassed over a silly wet diapee!’ The checkers moved quickly and she had the devices put in a bag to carry out to the car in no time. “Holly, do you want to go back inside to change or just do it in the car?” She asked her softly back at the car. At her shrug and red face Ivy decided here it was. I WAS IN shock that my indifference generated a different outcome than I expected. Grabbing the stroller, she parked it next to her car and quickly undid the buckle holding me into my seat. She pushed my dress up around my armpits then and ripped open the sides of the training pants before grabbing my ankles in her hand and pulling out from underneath me. My naked bottom was exposed to the world in the parking lot, and I felt some tears going down my face as she smiled broadly and wiped me with a baby wipe with my butt held in the air. She then lay my legs down for a second. “I’m going to put another Pull-Up on you just in case you fall asleep again on the way home,” Ivy said. I just nodded hoping she’d get me dressed sooner rather than later. A mom and her elementary age son passed by and stared at me for a second and I looked at the side of the seat to ignore that this was actually happening to me! She pushed a new Pull-Up up my legs and I helped lift my butt and hips for her to slide it into place. She buckled me back into the seat before unlatching it and placing me into the car. ‘I was in my car seat this whole time?’ I thought to myself. ‘Why is she even fooling around with me?’ I worried. ‘Clearly this plot doesn’t end with me wearing adult underwear…’ ‘Maybe I should just confront her…?’ I wondered. ‘But that might just set off whatever she has planned sooner? I don’t want to be eating baby food like that poor girl.’ The drive home was pretty long, but I never fell back asleep. I think Ivy was a little surprised that I hadn’t when we reached the house and she pulled me out of the car seat. “Why don’t you go use the potty and then I’ll show you the new toys I bought you,” she told me as she sat me down inside the house. I nodded and walked towards the bathroom with a growing need to go pee inside of me. I made it with plenty of time to spare though this time, and used the toilet paper she offered to wipe, before wordlessly exchanging my dry Pull-Up for the panties that she held out to me. “Are you okay?” Ivy asked me gently after helping me wash my hands and picking me up. I shrugged, “Define okay?” “Uh…” “Kind of hard to define, huh? I’m in another dimension where I’ve not only shrunk to the size of a young child in my home dimension, but here I’m the size of a baby. I’ve been having problems staying dry in my sleep for the last week, and today I didn’t make it to the bathroom during the daytime. I’ve watched around this place and noticed everyone my size I see is in diapers, and most of them are being treated like they’re the age of the size I am…” “Um…” “If it wasn’t for the fact that I was living out of a hotel and jobless in the other dimension I would say I was completely stupid to come here… as it is, I just think I was an idiot for coming here,” I sighed. She hugged me then, “I’m sorry…” she said. I sighed, “Nothing to help this mess, I guess… I agreed to come here for two years.” I almost confronted her, but chickened out, “So what new toys did you want to show me?” Her eyes held excitement then and she sat me down on the kitchen table and brought over a bag. “Two things,” she told me. She opened a small box that looked like it contained a watch, ‘LittleProtect+’ it said on the outside of the box. I read the box and felt a bit of a shiver at the descriptions: LittleProtect+ Serves as Protection for your little against being lost or kidnapped. Features include: Uncuttable/breakable wrist band (36 Digit Parent Password Necessary to release), GPS Locator, Video Calling to Four Preset Numbers, and Emergency Alarm Function Also includes toy pet function rewarding active little with in-game credits based on active steps and exercise movement. Watch face displays, and reads aloud, the time to Little. “So, this is supposed to what… keep me from being kidnapped?” I asked nervously. “Does that happen a lot?” Ivy sighed, “I doubt it’ll be a problem for you since you’ll be with me or another big, but yes it can be a problem. I figured you would at least like to be able to know what time it is too?” I nodded, “Thanks I guess,” and held out my wrist for her to fasten it. She had me hold it out for a few minutes while she connected it to her phone somehow and password protected it. When she was done, I looked down and gratefully noted that it was a really comfortable wristband. I pressed the blank watch face and was rewarded with the time of ‘17:23’ and the voice of the watch saying it aloud. It was the perfect voice for a toddler TV series like Sesame Street... I groaned at it, but I knew I could still be stuck with worse Amazons. “This is the other thing,” she told me as she pulled out a thin rectangular box and began unwrapping it. She pulled from it what seemed to me to be a clear transparency sheet for an old fashioned classroom projector. “What is it?” I asked as she pressed on it and suddenly it became obvious it was a screen. “A tablet?” She paused, “Do you have those?” I nodded, “There’s one in my bag actually… but how do they have any components in this thing?” I asked as I held out my hands to hold it. It wasn’t much thicker than a piece of poster board and was completely flexible. I pressed on the screen and it began asking setup questions. “Here let me get this setup for you…” she told me. I watched from the edge as she set up an account and linked it to her own bank accounts. Limits on what could be spent or done without passwords were set, and I couldn’t help but note that child friendly search protection and limits were turned on as she swiftly set it up. Her final act was to link it to some of her accounts so I could have access to her textbooks. I could see eighty books listed in the library she showed me and smiled, “This’ll be a lot easier to read with!” “I hope so!” She told me with a smile. “Thanks,” I told her. “You’re welcome… Why don’t you mess around with those and I’ll get to work on some things I need to get done?” I nodded and let her take me off the table and sat me down in the living room. I found myself climbing onto the couch like a mountain climber and soon laying on my stomach exploring the contents of her library. I had just begun skimming through a medical ethics and law textbook when she said, “Ready for dinner?” “Already…?” The rest of the evening passed as much of the last week had. I enjoyed some more of the Tabers milk along with my dinner, before we watched a couple TV shows together on the couch. Eventually I found myself in a diaper for the night, and drifting off to sleep in my bed. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thank you to everyone who has been clicking the 'like' button or leaving a comment. I really appreciate you doing so! I'll post chapter 12 on Saturday and we'll be at the halfway point of the book! Thanks for reading!

Chapter 10: MY MIND STARTED to become aware of a voice calling, “Come on Holly, time to wake up…” ‘Who’s Holly?’ I thought for a second before opening my eyes and realizing I was still in the middle of my ill-thought adventure. “Come on sleepy head,” I realized Ivy was saying. I opened my eyes and looked down at the sleeper I was in. As I rolled out of bed and she said, “Come on, let’s use the potty and then we can get you moving for the day with breakfast,” she told me. I stood and sort of followed her half-asleep still and tried to pull the footie I was wearing off, but couldn’t get the flap that was hiding the zipper loose. “Let me get that,” she told me and unzipped the sleeper. As she did it my mind fired several thoughts at once. ‘Why does my underwear feel cold? Why am I in a diaper?’ and then a second later, “What the hell? I wet the diaper?!?!” I looked down and it was soaked and bulked up. “That’s why the diapers,” she told me gently as she knelt in front of me. “I’m sorry sweetheart, but this happens.” “But I’m not a baby…” I complained, a tear rolled out of my eye before I could stop it. “It’s okay sweetie, let’s get that wet diapee off and see if you need to do any more on the potty,” she told me while pulling me free of the footie. I stood in front of the potty in the swollen cold diaper and tried to pull on the tapes myself. I couldn’t make any progress to loosen it, no matter how hard I pulled on the tab. “Let me sweetie,” she told me, pulling the diaper loose and gathering it in her hands. I sat down on the potty and managed to pee a little still, but couldn’t deny that I was now the bedwetter that she’d told me I might become. I began crying, ‘What the hell was I thinking?!?!’ Ivy gently patted my shoulder, “It’s okay Holly, it’s okay!” I sat there sobbing on the potty for a few minutes before she said, “Are you done?” I slowly breathed, and got my composure together, before nodding and standing up with tears still streaming from my eyes. She held a baby wipe in her hand and reached down to make contact with my skin. The wipe was cold and I felt more embarrassed as she cleaned my groin like a baby who needed a diaper change… ‘Like I needed…’ “Shhh…” she reassured me when she was done and gathered me in her arms in a hug, “It’s okay, we knew this could happen and that’s why you were wearing protection. That’s the only thing that got wet, so it’s okay!” She bounced a little like with a baby and kept trying to soothe me. I was so embarrassed by this, but her rocking and soothing comments eventually made a difference I guess as I calmed down. “I’m sorry,” I told her. “For what?” “For being such a baby?” I said. She hugged me tighter, “It’s okay, I would be upset too! Now how about we finish drying that face, put on your big girl panties and move on from this?” I looked at her and nodded. She carried me to my room and sat me down on the ground next to my dresser. She reached in and handed me a pair of panties we bought the day before. I looked at them skeptically, “You’re really still letting me wear these?” “I told you I would let you wear them until three strikes Holly. I also told you when you’re asleep doesn’t count. So as far as I’m concerned your daytime track record is still perfect.” “Thanks,” I told her, still shaken. “Let’s get you dressed, what do you want to wear today?” “Are shorts and a t-shirt an option now?” I asked tentatively. I noticed most of her choices of clothing had leaned towards the girlier side of things. “Sure,” she said, digging for a second to find me a pair of jean shorts that had rhinestones and an applique unicorn on them. She found a baby doll style t-shirt to match that she handed to me. I dressed in the clothes and felt a little bit better as I padded after her to the dining room. When I stood beside the dining table, she picked me up and sat me in the high chair. “Toast or oatmeal this morning?” she asked me. “Both?” I suggested. “Cinnamon in your oatmeal?” “And a little brown sugar if you have it?” She smiled at me, “give me just a minute.” My eyes were drawn to a medical journal sitting on the table just out of my arms reach. It looked like it was similar to the New England Journal back home, something I had always enjoyed reading to discover the latest research. I looked up to see Ivy had just pulled a small bowl out of the microwave. She stirred it for a second and then brought it over to sit it on the tray in front of me. A second later she put a small plate with a giant piece of toast she had cut up into four triangles. I looked at the oatmeal and noticed from the color that she’d used milk as its base, instead of water like I grew up with. I made a bit of a face, “What?” She asked me. “I normally just use water to make my oatmeal… it’s the way I grew up.” I added “Try it?” I nodded and took the spoon she gave me and tried a bite of it. I quickly took another bite of it, and another, “This is a lot better than any oatmeal I’ve ever had before!” I told her honestly as I found myself quickly guzzling the contents of the bowl down. She patted my head, “Glad to hear it,” she smiled at me over a cup of coffee. I briefly thought about asking for my own cup, but instead just continued on with the bowl of mushy oatmeal. ‘Why does this taste so good?’ I asked myself. ‘Is it the cinnamon?’ I wondered… ‘Maybe it’s their brown sugar?’ I couldn’t help but finish the entire bowl before I even considered a drink from my sippy cup. I decided the juice inside it was enough instead of coffee, and began munching on a slice of toast even though my belly was feeling bloated from the oatmeal. “You really liked that huh?” She asked me. “It was really good!” I told her. “Well I’ll try and make it for breakfast for you fairly often then!” she told me with a smile. “You know I can make my own food too.” Ivy just smiled in reply, “Maybe some other time, but I like spoiling you.” I managed two of the quarters of the one slice before my stomach said, ‘no more.’ “That’s all for me I guess,” I told her after wearily looking at the last two pieces. “You don’t have to eat everything I put down,” she told me with a giggle. “It’s going to take us a while to figure out what portion sizes you actually eat.” I nodded, “So what are we doing today?” I asked her. “I figured we could just have an easy day here and get you settled in the rest of the way. Maybe you can read one of those books you were eyeing yesterday in my office?” “Yes please!” I said enthusiastically. She came and picked me up out of the high chair and carried me over to the sink so I could wash my hands. I wiped my face off a second later with the damp paper towel I had used to dry my hands. Ivy carried me into her office and asked, “What do you want to start with?” I looked at the massive shelf and asked, “You’re in pediatrics, right?” She nodded, “That’s my main focus.” “What was the first pediatrics specific text you had in med school?” She smiled at me when I asked this before scanning through the shelves, “Here, I think this is it,” she told me. ‘Academy of Pediatrics Guide to Pediatric and Little Care - Eighth Edition’ was the label on the cover. Just the cover alone reminded me of a text from college in my home dimension as she handed it to me. “This feels like a concrete brick!” I said as I hefted the large book in my hands. I guessed it was probably twenty percent of my new weight! I remembered that my books in medical school weren’t light books either. She laughed, “It’s definitely not light reading! Why don’t I carry it to the couch and you can lay on it and read?” “Sounds good… but maybe I’ll visit the bathroom first?” I suggested nervously, “I’m feeling a little paranoid after last night.” She squeezed me tight as she carried me and the book to set it down on the couch, before carrying me to the bathroom. “Don’t worry so much, it was one time and it was at night. I don’t think you’ll have any problems while you’re awake.” “I wish I shared your optimism,” I told her sadly. “I’ve never had any problems before…” She squeezed me again and sat me down on the ground next to the potty. I pulled down my shorts and the dry panties and urine piddled out in the potty for a while. ‘I guess that I really needed to go more than I thought…’ As she washed my hands I said, “Hopefully that keeps problems from happening…” She hugged me and sat me on the couch where I flopped down on my stomach and flipped open the textbook. I began at the beginning and started skimming through the text, noting that most of the information paralleled my own dimension. Every now and then though ‘littles’ got small notes speaking about different care that should be given versus the normal pediatric patients. I was in one section and felt my bones chill at a note there: Little digestive systems are often negatively impacted by their feeding habits. Littles may face severe chronic constipation or dehydration due to poor dietary choices (especially unadopted littles). Many full-grown littles have been shown to be much healthier when their diets have been simplified to pureed foods, or with breastmilk/formula only. Research shows that littles who are healthiest are almost always fed a diet consisting primarily of breastmilk. For those littles under the care of adults who prefer to have them remain eating the same diet as the parents are, it is strongly recommended that the food be pureed before feeding them. Or, at the very least ensure that a rectal suppository is used at least twice a week for their bowel health. ‘What the fuck?!?’ I thought to myself. ‘This is an accepted medical text… and it basically says I should be eating baby food and breastmilk? Or sticking suppositories up my ass twice a week?!?!’ That little messed up paragraph started me on a hunt for all of the little oriented comments in the book. Some made sense to me as they addressed adolescence, menopause, and other adult health issues. The difference with skeletal issues since ‘full-grown’ littles bones were already fused and done growing, versus a genuine kid who was still growing was well documented. Other sections though dealt with far darker issues, including the validity of teeth removal, breast removal, gender change operations, and worst of all - ‘mobility therapy.’ I had nearly vomited when I read of a ‘standard’ procedure that involved cutting and shortening tendons to prevent the little from walking. Another went even further and even affected the arms to prevent a little from even crawling - it was suggested as a more invasive procedure for serious cases of littles self-harming or running away. My face must have been showing just how awful I thought it was because Ivy asked, “What are you making that face for?” I sat up and looked at her, ‘How much can I say…? She’s been relatively kind to me so far, but she forced a gender change on me without asking… and I haven’t exactly seen her going off on the atrocities I’ve been seeing…’ Deciding, ‘what the hell?’ I told her, “I’m reading about a procedure of shortening tendons so that a little can only crawl?” as neutrally as I could. She grimaced, “That book is a little dated now… the procedure has changed…” “But they still do that to littles?” I paused while she nodded, “Why would you do that to any living being?” She sighed and came to join me on the couch sitting on the opposite side. “Look, I was honest with you the other day and I’m going to continue to be. Amazons really do want their littles to be their babies… right down to the details,” she said looking at my face. I felt at my own morphed face, and she looked uncomfortable, “As a culture it’s become normal that moms want their littles to behave like they are at a certain stage of development. For some a preschooler who’s at least partially potty-trained works for them. That might be especially true for those who don’t like changing dirty diapers all the time. Many others want a toddler who can still walk, uses diapers as their bathroom, but normally gets fed the same things a normal toddler eats.” “What’s the point of a little who can only crawl?” I asked. “Well, if you want a little who’s the stage of a nine-month-old infant - or younger, it destroys the illusion of them being a real baby if they’re running around like an adult.” She paused, “Most often I see that procedure used when a little has made too many escape attempts.” My eyes widened and without filtering asked, “Is that something you think is appropriate? Would you…” I nervously paused and trembled, “Would you do that to me?” She scooted over and scooped me up without warning and gave me a hug. I shook even more in the hands of this giant who clearly held my fate in her hands, looking up at her big green eyes, “No, not in a million years would I do that to you or anyone. I’ve turned down requests to perform that procedure every time I’ve ever been asked.” I found myself believing her in that one instance. I guessed this was her real truthful face because it looked different and more passionate. “Promise?” I asked. “Promise,” she said and squeezed me in a hug. “I still don’t get the point of you all babying everyone,” I told her as I now found myself balancing on her knee with her hands behind my back holding me. “I told you it’s pretty much genetic…” “I get that you all would want to maybe start with them as a baby doll or something, but year in and year out… Most parents I’ve known, and parents of patients I’ve had, have always been thrilled to be done changing diapers. They might do the chore, but most sigh with relief when they’ve been able to throw the diapers away… How could they want to change diapers forever?” She looked at me thoughtfully and said, “There are some that will try and potty train their littles after a while.” “Try?” “Some succeed… and sometimes after that they might even release them and nullify the adoption letting them ‘grow up’ and leave the nest.’” “What happens then?” “Well for the population's sake it usually results in them connecting with another free little, and that’s where most of our natural births of littles will occur in this dimension.” “Are there any that don’t end up being adopted at some point?” “Rarely…” she said, “Most littles end up adopted… some manage to escape even... but some when they get old enough, usually in their forties when they begin looking less like a child, will be released if their parents don’t have treatments done.” “Treatments?” “Do you have face lifts in your dimension?” I nodded, “lots of plastic surgery options. I think a couple years ago I saw a statistic saying it was about a Sixteen Billion Dollar industry for that year. If all you care about is money, it’s the specialty to go into.” “Wow… It’s probably the same or more here, but that is insane! Ours is more focused on rejuvenation tech with nanites. We can make an elderly littles face and skin morph back into that of a newborn if we want.” “Seriously?” I asked. “Does the same work on internal organs?” “To some degree, but the tech is still maturing there. Heart failure, strokes, and organ failure have tended to result in the fatalities of most still. Bone disorders and muscle breakdown are up there too.” “How much older do they live?” “Average lifespan for an unadopted little is probably 75-85 years old. Non-rejuvenated littles tend to live a bit longer, about 110 with the better medical care they receive.” “And the others?” “Rejuvenation has only been out on the market for about ten years, but early studies are showing a life extension of at least another fifteen years.” “But… one-hundred-and-twenty-five years of being a baby… Is that even a life worth living?” I posited. She looked at me thoughtfully, “For some it might be. No bills, no job, no stress of work, just hours on end of relaxing and doing nothing while every need for them is taken care of.” “But sitting there doing nothing but defecating on yourself, being forced to eat food that’s inedible for no real reason, and mutilated…?” I paused, hoping I wasn’t pushing it given the changes she’d made to me, “How can that seem like a living? Surely if it was so great… wouldn’t your kind be putting themselves into diapers?” She sighed, “Look… I’m not perfect… and I’m sorry if you feel like I mutilated you…” I sat and stared at her waiting for the next words, hoping it wasn’t a massive ‘but…’ “I… can’t say that I regret that as you sit here… but I do promise I won’t make any other modifications to your body like that. I will never do anything to you with your teeth or mobility…” “I’m going to have to hope you’re telling me the truth,” I told her sadly. “So, from what I read though, pretty much all littles see pediatricians even though they’re adults?” “Some pediatricians specialize in geriatric little care too,” she told me, “but for the most part that’s correct.” “How many things are misdiagnosed because of that?” I asked. “What do you mean?” “Well in my dimension there are certain conditions that just don’t happen normally under fifteen years of age or so, let alone age two - so we have a misdiagnosis every now and then when a rare case comes up. If you have a fifty-year-old being treated with the same assumptions as a two-year-old…?” “You know… I honestly don’t think we’ve ever researched that,” she told me. I continued to ask her questions and quizzed her about every relevant medical topic I had read in that book. One of those was more about the teeth, “Why do so many littles have their teeth removed?” “Your teeth can’t pierce our skin, but it still hurts like hell to be bitten with them,” she told me honestly. “Also, it helps make little speech patterns more babyish without the teeth to use your tongue against.” I squirmed at that thought even though she promised to leave me alone. Eventually she looked at her watch and said, “I guess we should think about lunch here soon. How about grilled cheese sandwiches?” I shrugged, “That’s fine, you don’t have to go through that much trouble,” I added. She smiled as she scooted me to the edge of the couch and sat me beside her, “It’s not that big of a deal,” she told me with a smile. As she stood, I realized I had no idea how long we’d been sitting there and decided to hit the bathroom. I sat down on the potty before I realized I was going to be short on toilet paper. Her roll of toilet paper hanging next to her adult toilet was hanging down enough though that I was able to quickly grab a few pieces before sitting back down. Urine tinkled into the potty and generated the stupid congratulations sound effect. ‘I should find the batteries and rip them out,’ I thought. When I was done, I wiped myself and pulled my shorts and panties back up. I had no way of reaching the sink and was contemplating how I could wash my hands when she came in, “Need a lift to the sink?” she asked with a smile. “Please,” I told her. She picked me up and held me so I could wash my hands before setting me back down on the ground and emptying my potty into the toilet. She rinsed it out really quickly and washed her own hands. “Lunch is almost ready,” she told me and followed me out of the bathroom to the dining table. Without asking she picked me up and sat me in the high chair, moving my arms into the harness straps and buckling me in securely. Soon she brought over a set of large triangles of grilled cheese sandwiches on a plastic plate to set down on the tray in front of me. “Here,” she told me before adding, “here’s some milk to drink too,” she added setting the sippy cup on the tray. I made a face. “Milk is good for you,” she smirked at me, “you can’t just drink juice unless you want to be a fat little.” I groaned, “Water is fine too,” I told her. “True, but the milk really is needed while your body acclimates to this dimension,” she told me. I looked at it and took a tentative sip from the cup. It didn’t taste like any milk I’d ever had before! I took a second sip and debated downing the whole cup, but restrained myself. “What kind of milk is this?” “Tabers milk,” she told me. “What is that? Some animal like a goat?” I asked. “Bit larger creature,” she told me with a smile, “but kind of I guess.” I took a bite of the grilled cheese and soon found myself in a rhythm of drinking the milk and eating the grilled cheese. I noticed that the milk was filling me up quicker than the bites from the sandwich I was eating. I also noticed that I was getting kind of tired as I finished the last of the cup. “Want more?” she asked. I shook my head, “It’s good, but I think I need to lie down for a while. These longer days I guess are getting to me.” She smiled, “Nothing wrong with admitting that. Why don’t we take you by the potty first?” I nodded and watched as she pulled the plate half-eaten off the tray, pulled it free, and then made quick work of the release of the buckle on my harness. Freeing my arms I held on as she carried me to the bathroom. She was wiping me gently when she presented me with one of the Pull-Ups from the day before, “why don’t we put a pull-up on you just in case?” “You think I’m going to wet during a short nap too?” I asked nervously. “It’s possible,” she told me. “Nothing to be ashamed of if it does though, I’ve told you this dimension has its effects.” I nodded and reluctantly pulled my shorts and panties off of my feet and took the offered item. I sighed and pulled it up and then the shorts. She had already grabbed my panties and said, “Just in case,” to me. “And sleeping doesn’t count, right?” I verified. “Right,” she reassured me. I walked down the hallway to my room and couldn’t help but note it felt like I’d just had as much alcohol as I had the night I left. Something seemed off and I had no idea what it was. I laid down and she kindly pulled a blanket over me. “Good night,” she told me with a smile. “It’s not night…” I mumbled but gave up the attempt to stay awake. IVY STAYED AT the doorway for a long moment before closing the door and walking away. ‘She’s too adorable!’ she told herself. ‘I just want to give up this charade and carry her to the nursery…’ She opened the door and got set up to pump her breasts in the rocking chair. Soon they were draining and she daydreamed about soon it being Holly doing the draining. ‘She seemed to like the Tabers milk just fine,’ she smirked. It took her about twenty minutes to get through her supply before she bagged the results. She made sure she had some in the fridge before placing the fresh milk into the freezer. Holly’s daycare supply was definitely going to be fine when her maternity leave was up! She smiled as she got back to work doing some other things around the house. Cleaning up after lunch didn’t take long and she started surfing some of the best little clothing sites. Several dresses ended up being purchased before she heard a gasp from the baby monitor that she was monitoring on her tablet. Holly was sitting up and seemed upset about something. ‘Not that I’m surprised,’ she admitted. The half-moons around the crotch of Holly’s shorts were visible even through the camera lens. ‘Guess diapers are going to be justifiable for nap times too!’ she smiled. Hearing Holly call, “Ivy?” With a sad voice she turned off the monitor and walked to her daughters’ temporary room. “What’s wrong?” she asked as she opened the door. “I wet the bed again…” Holly sobbed sadly. “It’s okay sweetie,” Ivy said and reached down to hug the little girl. “But what’s wrong with me?” Holly asked, “An adult shouldn’t go from not wetting their bed to having two enuresis incidents within less than a day?” ‘I almost feel bad for letting her try…’ Ivy said to herself. “I don’t know that it’s something that’s wrong with you Holly. Remember you’re very small compared to even what you left your dimension.” “But… even when I was this size in my dimension, I never wet the bed! I was this size when I was eight or nine and didn’t have a problem!” “What about when you were nineteen months old?” “Well of course I wet the bed then - I was still a baby in diapers,” she said with a bit of exasperation. “Well… I’m not saying you are that age, but you are that size compared to us. Like I told you, naps don’t count… and for good reason.” The tears were streaming down her face and Ivy couldn’t help but hug her tighter, ignoring the wet clothes that were soaking her own, and kissed her on her forehead. “It’s okay,” she said soothingly. “So, does this mean I’m going to be like those other littles and have to go back to diapers?” Holly asked. “That’s up to you Holly, you really don’t even have one strike at this point - while you’re awake you seem to be doing just fine,” she told her. ‘For now,’ she thought, hiding the smile. Holly smiled a bit at that statement and she decided it was time to take care of getting her cleaned up. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then you can read some more,” Ivy suggested. Holly for her part just nodded and wriggled free of Ivy’s arms. She looked down at her shorts embarrassed at the wet spots and began pulling them off, “Go ahead and take your blouse off too,” Ivy told her, “now hand me your wet Pull-up.” As Holly handed her the Pull-up she said, “I guess there’s a reason you wanted me to use a diaper last night… this didn’t do any good…” Ivy smiled, “No it didn’t. I know a lot of parents that don’t mess with Pull-ups during the night for that reason - they just don’t hold up as well as diapers.” Holly nodded, now standing naked awkwardly looking up at her. Ivy set the wet clothes down on top of a dresser, with the soaked Pull-up on top of it, and reached over and found some wipes she’d left in the room. Taking a couple out she asked Holly, “Do you want to wipe yourself up, or me to do it?” Holly blushed a bright red and Ivy went ‘Awww… please say I can,’ in her mind. “You…” Holly said quietly. Wasting no time, she bent down on her knees and began using the wipes all over her diaper area, back, stomach, and legs where she knew pee had connected. ‘I wish I could just say this is it and put her in her diapers now… but I want her to decide she needs them as much as the three strikes to tell her she needs them,’ she sighed internally. ‘I want her to go into diapers without hating me…’ Once she was done cleaning her up, she reached in and grabbed a pair of her panties and handed them to Holly to slide on. She watched as she stared skeptically at them before pulling them up her legs. Ivy asked her, “Another pair of shorts? Some pajama pants? A dress?” Ivy was looking forward to dressing her down the road, but planned on letting her lead the way even when she was in her nursery. Holly furrowed her eyebrows for a moment before saying softly, “A dress?” She hid her surprise well, but smiled as she walked to the closet and grabbed four options for her. She pointed to a yellow plaid one that she hung onto while putting the others back. It was a bright yellow with wide plaid colors, sleeveless, and the top had fake bows as straps holding it together. Ivy took it off the hanger and undid the buttons before holding it above Holly’s head, “Arms up,” she said with a smile. Holly complied without much of an expression on her face. Settling the dress over her Ivy bent down and did the three buttons on the back would hold it on. “Why the dress?” Ivy asked curiously. “Easier to pull down my panties in a hurry…” Holly blushed. “Yes, I guess it is, just make sure you keep them from showing to everyone,” she smiled at her. “Actually, if we go anywhere, I have a pair of white leggings we’ll put on you,” she added. She nodded and seemed lost in thought, “Do you mind if I keep looking through your textbook?” “Sure, but why don’t I also give you an updated one since you were seeing some rather outdated medical advice on littles…” I SPENT THE afternoon skimming through the original textbook, and the one she brought over to me as well. The newer book did seem to spend some time arguing against the use of the tendon shortening surgery. The authors of the newer book suggested if a parent really wanted their little to be unable to walk, that they should use hypnosis instead. They claimed it was safer because it was possible to later train the little out of that state. If a parent still wanted a more permanent solution the usage of nanites to rewire the connections of the brain to the nerves was now the recommended procedure. ‘So basically, disconnecting all of the programming from the brain to your muscles that you do as a baby…?’ I had wondered in horror. The only good thing was that according to the text it too could be reversed… When dinner came that night, I enjoyed the homemade pizza that Ivy had made, along with a cup of water that I requested. At her suggestion we sat down to watch a movie together on the couch. “You want a drink?” she asked me midway through the movie. I debated giving my enuresis issues, but nodded, “Please?” “Some of the Tabers milk from earlier?” she suggested. I shrugged, “Sure, it’s weird but it does taste really good.” She left me on the couch with the movie paused. It was some superhero movie and I was enjoying that one of the superheroes in the movie was a little. It was a little disheartening every time that they reached a stopping point of plot, that the little had to have their diaper publicly changed on camera. I was more than a little shocked at how much of the changes the movie kept showing. ‘I’m not sure if this is something that should even be legal…’ She returned with a glass of water for herself and a sippy cup of the milk for me. I took a sip as she restarted the movie and was again blown away with how great it tasted. ‘It’s like a latte… but without the coffee obviously…’ I tried to describe it to myself. ‘It tastes different than regular milk…’ I thought as I did less sipping, and instead found myself quickly gulping the cup. As a result, it was empty far faster than I was ready for it to be. I sloshed the cup a bit and Ivy noticed, “Already drank it all?” I nodded, “It’s really good!” She smiled, “Do you want more?” My stomach felt rather full, and I suddenly burped right then, “Maybe later,” I said as I settled in to watch the movie with her. I found my eyes getting heavier and heavier. By the fourth time I’d shaken myself awake I worried I would fall asleep and have a problem without protection on the couch. “Maybe I should get ready for bed…” I told her. “Too sleepy?” She asked me while pausing the movie. “Just worried…” “Oh… well… how about we get you into your night clothes and then we can come back and finish the movie? That way if you fall asleep the worst that’ll happen is that I’ll need to carry you to your bed?” I blushed, “I guess…” and yawned then too. She smiled and carried me to my room and undid the buttons on the back of my dress. “Pull your dress off while I get your pajamas,” she told me. I reached down to the hem of the dress and pulled it off over my head. My hair was coming loose and got into my eyes so I swiped it clear with my hand and held the dress protectively in front of me as a little bit of cover. “Panties too,” Ivy reminded me. I blushed but slid them off and ended up simultaneously handing her both my dress and panties. Soon I was nervously standing there completely naked. I was feeling a little more alert then and wondered if the milk was making me sleepy sooner. She laid the changing pad on the end of my bed and patted it. I groaned but climbed up there and lay where she wanted me to. A short second later a diaper was being shaken open and she lifted my ankles with one hand to pull my butt off the pad enough to situate it. A bottle of baby powder appeared and I blushed more as she shook some into her hands and began rubbing it all over my groin and butt. She wiped her hands with a baby wipe and then taped it shut. She held out a long nightgown to me, “How about this tonight?” I stared at the purple garment that was covered in cupcakes and shrugged. “Okay,” and held my arms up so she could pull it over my head. The bottom had a ruffle to it that brushed my ankles as I stood up a moment later. The fabric felt soft and I liked that it covered my arms with long sleeves. “Shall we go watch the rest of the movie?” She asked me I nodded feeling some of the sleepiness returning, “sure.” “Some more milk while I’m up?” she asked as she deposited me on the couch and picked up my sippy cup and her empty glass. “Sure…” ‘I forgot to go potty…’ I thought to myself, ‘I’ll have to remember before I go to bed.’ I took the refilled sippy cup from her. “Sit on my lap?” she asked. “I guess,” I told her and let her position me in the crook of her arm as the movie restarted. I brought the sippy cup to my mouth and started drinking. “This milk tastes so good!” I said again and found myself with an empty cup again. It wasn’t long after that when my eyes finally stopped trying to stay open. IVY SAT THERE to finish the movie, but mostly stared at Holly who she had shifted in her arms to a more traditional infants cradle. ‘I couldn’t believe she stayed awake after the first cup…’ she thought to herself. ‘I’m not sure that she should have had that second one yet…’ she admitted. As the credits began to roll, she gently stood up and lifted the hem of Holly’s nightgown. ‘Already wet, huh?’ she thought with a smile. ‘I could tell her this counted as a strike, but I won’t. Let’s see if I can change her without her knowing I did…’ As she lay her down on the changing pad and opened the soaked diaper, she noted that there was also some small amount of loose brown stool in the diaper. ‘Hmm… probably not ready for that much milk in one day yet…’ she thought as she gently wiped the sleeping girl. Once she had her in a clean diaper, she pulled the covers back and gently tucked her in, “Good night princess,” she whispered as she kissed her forehead. Holly never stirred though as she turned out the lights and walked to place the diaper in the nursery disposal. Washing her hands she looked in the fridge and realized she only had one pouch in there for the next day, ‘better start making sure I have four or five in there if I’m going to keep doing her oatmeal, lunch, and a bedtime snack…’ She walked back to the nursery and prepared to pump some more, ‘Between now and before breakfast I should have enough for her for tomorrow…’ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ So the story has picked up a bit here, hope you all enjoyed it. Please let me know what you think with a Like/Comment! Thanks for reading!