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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.

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Amber was shocked to be hit with mashed potatoes. She was furious with James. " oh your in for it now " she said going over to the highchair. Hailey witnessed all the commotion with James. " baby Jenny why would you do that. You definitely getting a spanking we do not throw things especially at people. Now ain't one going to give bare bottom spanking in front of everyone " hailey said. She stopped eating her foood to watch as Amber to James out the high air. " you definitely should not have done that baby your about to get a food spanking " Amber said pulling down his diaper. She was still covered in mashed potatoes.

Gwen smiled as she watched Gracie fall back asleep. She took her to their bed and set her inbetween Rye and herself. She kissed forehead and slid a pacifier into her mouth. "That is my girl. Go back to sleep. Mommy and Daddy will keep you safe." cooed Gwen. She was glad Gracie enjoyed the breastfeeding. She was eager to start the meds so she could produce for her. Rye awoke in the morning to see Gracie was in their bed. He went and scooped her up. "Hey there baby girl." cooed Rye. He carried her to the kitchen and got a bottle of formula ready for her. He slid the nipple of the bottle in her mouth. "There you go." cooed Rye. He took her to the sofa and bottle fed her. "Do you want strawberries or blueberries in your oatmeal?" asked Rye as he rocked her in his arms.

Hailey drove to the grocery store she had to go shopping for the house. When they got there hailey went over to zach door first letting him out then she went to james side. She checked his diaper seeing if he needed a change yet." I think you can wait for a change. " hailey got James out and put him in the stroller while Zach got to walk. They started into the grocery store. " okay zack you can pick out one thing then we have to get more formula for the baby " she told him. Hailey placed James pacifer in his mouth " baby you can pick out some new pacifier while we're here

“Owe!” He yelped as his hand was slapped away. “Wommy pweae wo diaper wag.” He pleaded knowing if she took the diaper bag chances are he’d get changed and he hated that.. Once he lost the battle of her taking or not taking the diaper bag he sat there as she buckled him in.. James was thirsty but he knew this would almost guarantee he would have a wet diaper.. He looked at Zack jealousy as he played on his tablet.. The big baby knew things were different when normally the big brother or sister would be jealous of the big baby but in this instance the baby was jealous.. For now all James could do was drink his bottle and hope his mommy wouldn’t do as Zack said and get him a dress with his stupid pony tail.

About an hour and a half ago, I got a really bad contraction and 2 days worth of poop very quickly loaded my diaper. I am still sitting in my messy diaper because I can feel my intestines rumbling and am waiting for the next wave of poop to come out.

James was happy it wasn’t baby food but he looked around and he didn’t see any silverware.. ”Mommy work woon!” He said saying fork and spoon. He figured she must’ve just forgot them..

I was born in 1950 and bed wetter till age 12. By the time I was 6 years old, I knew I was hooked on diapers. After age 12 I still had some plastic pants that still fit and i also had a friend that was a bed wetter. And also liked wearing for fun during the day. We would use towels as diapers on rare times when we could. Around 1976/77 I found attends diapers and found you could use infant diapers as stuffers. I was raised as a nudist and also Bi and went to nude beaches and hot springs and found i liked to wear diapers openly in public. I also had one gay nude beach where no one cared if I wore openly, so I started wearing just for fun. I found another person that also liked to wear diapers, and we would get together once in a while. This was also when I found DPF. Also about this time, I started wearing any time was traveling and also during this time i also was working a rotating shift and once a month i had 6 days in a row off and traveled a lot. Due to health problems had to retire at age 55 and at the same time due to Incontinence i went 24/7. Now at age 72 i am enjoying my second childhood back in diapers even though my doctors keep wanting to fix things. I no longer care and wear thick diapers. That anyone that knows what to look for will know I am wearing. Also, at my age, I am finding others that have to wear diapers due to health and age. Though once in a while I will not wear my diaper just so I can spend the day wetting my pants. Or if I am at a nudist area I just wet when ever I can not stop the flow.

I thought Valana was 14, and turns 15 in December. That would make her a rising 9th grader. When I taught middle school, I had 8th graders who turned 15, but they repeated a grade. A little off-topic, but the starting age for school is a bit of a pet peeve for me. I see it all the time, and it is not just readiness for Kindergarten. I believe the cut off was Dec 1, which means fall babies start K at 4, 7th at 11, and 9th grade at 13. It's not fair to send a 13-year-old to high school, especially if you're forced to spend 1/3 of 7th grade and all of the 8th grade at home for reasons. I'm a early September, and my mom choose to wait another year. It was a smart move. While I was potty trained, even at night, that was a recent development for me. The potty training lag was due to me developing slower than my peers. In every single facet, I was slower than other kids, even though I have slightly above-average intelligence. Even with the delay, and was one of the older kids in my grade, I still lagged behind my classmates. It wasn't until I was in 11th grade that I actually caught up emotionally with my peers. I think you are on target about middle schools likely as big of an AH about kids using the bathroom during class. Especially if teachers are aware that a child has an issue. This should also happen in elementary school, but there are some old-school type teachers who seem to take pride in keeping kids from the toilet. I saw some it when I taught middle school, but then I had to remind the teachers that the kids get 4 minutes between class, 30 minutes for lunch, and that was it. 140 8th graders with two stalls for each sex available, and only a 4-minute window to complete the task, and you'll get yelled at for walking in after the bell. That would destroy both of the girls.

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He was good as she got him dressed but he wasn’t happy when she wanted to take a picture. ”Wo Wo mommy Pwese wook wike wirl!” He cried that he looked like a girl! As she took his picture he wasn’t even sure how he looked.. He didn’t notice what she used for his hair when she put it in a ponytail Was it a rubber band that wouldn’t look that girly so he’d be fine with that he wore a stylish ponytail sometimes at his concert.. If it was a scrunchie that would look bad.. He cringed if it was a ribbon no doubt that would look girly very girly. ”Mommy we we!” He cried reaching out for the phone wanting to see the picture

In this case, it does: "panties" are defined as briefs without a fly. and in their heyday baby pants were indeed called "rubber panties". See the documentation used here, including and episode of THE LIFE OF RIELY http://other.sandralyn.net/rppage.html#intro This is recognized at DD by the Cloth diaper forum being titled "Cloth Diapers & Panties" Although, the singular of the garment is also call a "panty"

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I have slept without a diaper once in the last five years. I was sleeping over at a friends house and decided it would be worth gambling that I could make it through the night without a diaper. So I tortured myself by denying any fluids several hours before bed, used the bathroom just before bed, and woke up in the middle of the night a couple times with a horrible dry mouth and got up to use the bathroom. The weird thing is next day I went un-diapered on a long car ride (with my friend and his wife to eat lunch at our favorite place.) I used the bathroom just before we left however during the hour drive I was having a really hard time holding it (but I made it to the restroom when we got there.) ...On the way back though, I had an accident without even realizing it, because when I got out of the car there was a wet spot on my pants and on the car seat... This happened again several months later on another long car ride, I got home and was wet without knowing I did it. I had also been coming home from work everyday and my underwear was soaked, but I thought it might have just been sweat... It was after these accidents I just decided to go into diapers 24/7 instead of just at night. I think I have light stress incontinence and post mitigation dribble(I think they call it), as well as a small bladder capacity. It becomes uncomfortable to hold it after a short time, and it's just easier to be diapered all the time, much more comfortable physically and mentally.

Chapter 14: Your Name A week went by as John and Alex went about their routine. Alex was getting a bit flustered, John had been on his toes the entire week since her return. Alex got the bare minimum of nurturing she required from him. He woke up early, pot of coffee and breakfast made for the both before she was up, she got to make lunch and required cartoons. He made dinner most nights and with a little extra prep time he made rather complex meals paired with wine. Alex tried to argue he needed a bottle after dinner but he countered the rule was for beer and even went so far as to say she would be childish to change the rule to include wine, despite her rule to change rules as she saw fit. He dared challenge her?! Dangerous but she liked it and let that one slip. At night was even worse for her as he made sure to shut her out before she could tuck him in and say "Good Night" Alex was sure he knew her little good night saying was a spell, it was an obvious one but magical or not she loved saying it to him. Her only other saving grace were the proceeding days when she was allowed to cuddle and snuggle with him for small naps. She no longer needed them now, but why not keep your canteen full while you could? Plus she enjoyed cuddles. Once again today John was still just as annoyingly punctual as an adult. Alex glared half joyously, half irritated at how much he was keeping up on this. As proof she was keeping her end of the deal, Jimmy, John's work rival, had been found sexually harassing one of his co-workers. A slap on the wrist at worst but one of soon to be many to come that would end his career. There were also a few important files mysteriously vanished, he was to turn in, a late night could fix that too but one late night of many soon to come. Breakfast came and went. John stood up and grabbed his phone, swiping it up and heading out of the kitchen. "Where are you going?" Alex asked curiously. "I am just going to make a call real quick, it's been a week," he said. Alex cocked her head in suspicion. He never made calls, or as long as she had known anyway. Also, 'it's been a week' ? Something he was doing before she returned. Alex got up and followed after him. He was busy inputting his password. "Who are you calling?" She asked. John looked up as he thumbed over to the phone icon. "Oh don't worry about it…" he said and clicked to open the app. "Who Are You Calling?" Alex asked a bit more firmly, curiosity was eating at her more so than the very named demon who liked to eat people, huge coincidence. "Just my Mom, when you left I just had an urge to call her and…" John stopped his thumb on the contact for his mom. "...talk…to…her…" the room felt cold all of a sudden. John looked up to see Alex standing there arms crossed and the most terrifying smile he had seen on her. "Who?" Alex chirped, nearly whispering the question. John swallowed hard, he screwed up but he was already in deep water. "M-my M-mom" he replied. Alex tilted her head toward him, a sort of 'don't be silly' expression on her face. "Me…of course" Alex said flashing a sharp toothed smile, with a bit of joy to it but all still furious. "What? You're not my Mom" and then it was too late. John felt his body grow as cold as the room felt. He bit his tongue, he said it so plainly, so naturally. He didn't want to lie, he was too scared of the consequences that that could bring. Too late, the lie would have saved him. "Put the phone down…." Alex said quieter than before almost mouthing them instead. Her smile had faded to a face of serious contempt. John stood there frozen and in fear his hand pulled his phone closer to him. There was a twitch to Alex's eye and a tilt to her head out of pure rage. "John-" Alex cut herself off and grinned she came here unsure how she wanted her new little boy, but now it was clear. Her eyes burned with cotton candy colors. "JENNIFER RENEE CROMWELL, YOU PUT THAT PHONE DOWN THIS INSTANT" John slapped the phone down the moment she yelled his name, wait…that wasn't his name. Alex stormed over to him, her face firm but angry. She grabbed John by the wrist and led him down the hall to their room. She passed by his and went to hers she barely needed to wave a finger before she grabbed the door knob and opened it. John was dragged into the room. The room had changed slightly a bit brighter pink, the bed had pink blankets white sheets and some lace near the bottom. A stuffed bear on the bed which looked to be overly cuddled sat next to a pillow. Some stuffed animals and a toy box in one corner, a large vanity mirror with makeup up on display. The dresser wasn't much different but there was a closet John knew wasn't there before. "Take your clothes off," Alex ordered. "What?" "Strip young lady" Alex stamped her foot which made John jump and began to strip out of his clothes. He soon was stripped of all but his boxers. Alex only glared at him hands on hips. Sheepishly John removed those as well. Alex furiously retrieved his clothes and tossed them into a hamper where a burst of cotton candy flames incinerated them. "This" Alex said calmly and pointed at the floor. "Is your room now, and everything in it is yours, clothes included." Even naked, John mustered up what courage he had to stand up to the demoness. "I am not a girl!" He tried to sound manly but Alex easily quashed his resolve. Gently, tenderly she placed her hands on his cheeks and gazed up at him. Her pupils were slits with a burning fire blazing off them, a look of madness on Alex's face. "John said…Johnathan Cromwell said…that I am not his mommy" she said nearly as deranged as her demonic eyes made her look. Her thumb caressed John's cheek and she looked longingly at him as if a mother reunited with her loving child. "But you, sweety, honey, my darling little child, my absolute joy of the world, my baby…I am your mother" Alex then got very close to his face to whisper her eyes locked with his and stared deep into his eyes as if the very fire of her own eyes would burn and melt his eyes to black charred sockets. "And I have a Daughter" Alex let go and went to the door. "Get dressed, I expect fully and properly dressed….like a good girl, if not I will dress you myself" Alex said, giving him one more mad glare with her burning eyes before she shut the door and left. John stood there for a moment in that overtly girly bedroom. He had been so careful, so meticulous in his plans to keep ahead of her, he had done so well. Get up before her, stick to a routine, use down time to plan dinner for a day or two ahead. Never let her get the chance to baby you outside predetermined moments and even during those maintain a mature attitude, make conversation about anything if you could. He just let one thing slip his mind, She was his mother. He could have lied and said he was calling a friend, not entirely a lie in his case. Alex was jealous of any other mother figure and now he slipped right into her arms instead of pretending to. John took a deep breath. All was not lost he could still get out of this…he upset Alex and maybe with a bit of time she would cool off. For now he had to face the music and face one of his greatest fears. John started with what he felt would be the easier of two subjects. Pants and a shirt. He found a simple button up grey blouse damn thing closest to a 'normal' shirt if the material was just a bit thicker. Sadly for him it was pretty easy to find these and while he hoped it would delay what he dreaded to put on, at least on the outside he could pretend he wasn't wearing women's clothes. Which is worse: panties or a bra? The winner? The bra. It was a pain to get on and a pain to feel. It pressed against his chest and back and shoulders. A constant reminder of it being there. probably what girls felt the first time but after so many years could probably ignore it. He did not want to get used to this. Panties were no better, they squeezed his fruits and there was no space for his penis to breathe felt like they would all suck up into his body. Worst of all not a single undergarment went without lace or a bow. He hoped to find something plain to help trick his mind into thinking he was just wearing tight underwear and bunched up tank top he couldn't fix. The lace tickled at his skin no matter how he moved. Once the pants and blouse were on they didn't help. The pants hugged his legs and hips and the shirt was too breezy for his liking. John looked at himself in the mirror. He was no beauty pageant queen, it was rare but he sometimes got mistaken for a girl, before this. Now how could you mistake him for a guy? A knock came at the door. "Jenny you dressed?" Alex called, she sounded like she calmed down her tone was one of curiosity and all around pleasant. "I'm fine…" John called back he cursed to himself for even responding to that name, better than Alex barging in on him while he was trying to mentally prepare himself. He would get through this, and things would go back to normal. Alex barged in anyway and began to look John up and down. He noticed her eyes still held that anger, that madness he gazed into before. Her face scrunched up pondering but disappointed. She knew it wasn't expected but had hoped that her new daughter would pick out a nice dress or something. She smiled and looked down at John's feet, bare no socks. "Don't need to worry about socks unless we go out somewhere, let mommy check you" she said. John flinched as she went about slipping a finger in John's pants to check for panties and running a hand along his back for the straps of a bra. "Good girl" she said clearly pleased that John was being obedient. "I am not a girl" John growled. Alex grinned at him. "No, just a sissy boy, a naughty, disrespectful, sissy girly boy" Alex's eyes burned with a maternal madness. "But mommy loves you, mommy forgives you, and before long I am sure you will be Mommy's perfect good little baby girl." Alex gave John's forehead a kiss before she left the room "be a good girl now and clean the mirrors and windows in the house, besides my room" she said and walked off. John grumbled about the room belonging to him but went about finding cleaner and a rag to wipe down the glass with. The task took a couple hours. John had it in mind to simply imagine that what he was doing was normal, an everyday task. However, with every stretch of muscle, every turn, every slight movement, John felt his bra or panties remind him of their presence. He had to stop now and then to readjust his fruits that felt suffocated or the straps that slid off at times or bit into his soft flesh. Worst of all the lace that tickled him at times. John did his best to chant to himself what a man he was, but was undermined by the feminine wear that made itself known at all times. "You will be more of a girl when you don't notice it" Alex said at one point. She stood in the hallway drinking a glass of wine, at a moment when John was readjusting the clothing. She leaned against the wall as she watched a coy smile on her face but her eyes were still as mad as ever. John had seen that look once before when Alex wanted to adopt Sarah. Sadly there would be no one to snap her out of her madness for him. He was stuck with her maternal craze until he proved otherwise or submitted to it. Alex and John made their way to the living room. Alex gestured to John to sit down. "Now…" she started her head tilted high up, eyes cast downard on him, an emphasis on how below her he was. "What is your name?" She asked. "J-John…" John stammered, another vicious grin. Alex reached down and took John's hand gently but forcefully guiding him up. "What is your name?" She asked again. "Um…J-johnny?" He guessed against. Alex's smile widened and in an instant John felt her pull him down. He was yanked off his feet, he plummeted toward the ground but stopped short of slamming into it as he felt his stomach lie across something firm and plush. He only realized just a moment too late that he was across Alex's lap. Alex grabbed the hem of John's pants and in one strong pull yanked them below his knees. Slowly she pulled the panties over his rump and settle partway on his thighs. "You know better sweety, your name is Jennifer" Alex said. Her hand raised high and quickly swatted at John"s exposed ass. "Jennifer" Alex said with more force and her hand delivered another painful swat. "Momma's good little girl" **Spank** "Mommy's sweety little girlx,**Swat** "John is a boys name" Alex told her new daughter, swatting John's ass harder than before. 'Johnny is a boy's name" another hard spank. "You are Jennifer, sometimes Jenny," Alex gently rubbed at John's ass letting him have a small reprieve. "A girl" **Spank** "Mommy's girl" **Spank** "my little girl" **SPANK** "Do you understand?" Alex asked her hand giving tiny pats to keep a reminder of their inevitable powerful swat "Y-Yes M-Mommy!" John stammered, tears ran down his face his bottom stung at the powerful swats. He tried to resist, to endure the spanking but it was pointless as each slap nearly rocked his entire body. "What is your name?" The question asked once again forceful, demanding. "J-Jen…NO! IT'S JOHN" John screamed and thrashed and was rewarded a gentle caress on his rear. Almost soothing, John was more startled by it than another hard slap from her hand. "Hold out your hands…" the command was soft but out of pain and fear John did so. Alex slipped out an object and placed it in them. It was a wooden paddle, black leather handle, holes drilled throughout the head and many different runes etched its length. Along one side of the paddle was a name. "This is my friend, Ebenezer Von Spank, you may call him Mr. Spanky, he is going to help you learn your name, say Hello Jennifer" Alex said but John said nothing. "You are going to say; 'My Name is Jennifer' everytime Mr. Spanky swats your bottom. If you don't he will hit harder" Alex moved Ebenezer Von Spank from John's hand. "I don't want to do this baby, but you leave me no choice, I just want you to know This Is Going to Hurt Me More Than it will Hurt You. John braced himself, he held his breath and gritted his teeth no matter what Alex wouldn't get him to scream on the first swing, he promised that. Alex readied the paddle he could hear the paddle fly through the air and his bottom was given the gentlest of touches a soft kiss from Mr. Spanky. John was a bit confused and his bottom stung he barely registered that it even happened. He heard the paddle woosh through the air and was given another soft touch just enough that through the stinging he could feel this one. Then came the woosh and he felt a small bump on his bottom. Another woosh another bump. John tried to look back but Alex held him firm over her lap, but out of his peripheral he could see that Alex was giving a show she swung Mr. Spanky as hard as she could but stopped short and gave his bottom just a slightly harder bop from the previous. When he felt the paddle hit his bottom and heard the soft sound of wood on flesh that he knew it would only get worse. "My name is Jennifer" he murmured he wanted this hell to be over and if he did as told maybe she would end it sooner. "You need to be louder baby, Mommy and Mr. Spanky can't hear you." The paddle came down a small slap this one began excited the nerves and his earlier spanking began to sting again. "My Name is Jennifer" John said louder. The paddle came down and gave the same slap. "My Name is Jennifer" another same tempered slap, and another, and another… This went on John lost track of time and began to tire, thankfully Mr. Spanky was there to keep John awake as he got used to small reminders only to feel a slightly stronger one. John lost track of time again and soon Mr. Spanky was giving out full hard swats, making John cry out the line. John was still yelling 'My Name is Jennifer' even after Alex stopped, pulled up his panties and jeans and gently cradled him in her arms and softly stroked his cheek and hair. John's red tear stained face looking up at her and saw she had tears running down her cheeks, it had hurt her to spank her little girl. John continued to say 'My Name is Jennifer' to her nodding, it was his name after all. Alex gently shushed and held him close to her breast He was soon moved from the living room to his new room. John was tucked into bed and given a teddy bear to cuddle he accepted it without a fuss and held it close. After sometime Alex came back with some food and John ate it in silence. After he was done Alex told him to get some rest, she helped change him out of his clothes and into a set of pink pajamas similar to his grey ones. Tucked into bed and the lights off, a soft dim glow from a nightlight not far from the door. "Sweet dreams babygirl, Good Night Sleep Tight Don't let the Bed Bugs Bite and if They do then take your Shoe and Hit Them until They are Black and Blue" and the door was closed tight. Chapter 15: A New Deal John slept as soundly as anyone could with a sore bottom properly tenderized over hours from a spanking. He did drift off to sleep and found himself dreaming, he should have known he would but the possibility of ignoring his sore backside and getting proper rest seemed impossible. John was in a black void and as his senses came around he found himself across a pair of thick thighs. His felt a pair of hands pull down his pajamas exposing his butt to open air. Then came a slap and the stinging pain to his bottom. "My Name is Jennifer!" He cried out, either out of instinct or some magical force making him say it. His spanking session wasn't over, it followed him to his dreams. Mr. Spanky wooshed through the air and brought more pain to John's bottom. The room changed then. John was now lying on his back. Above him was Mommy, her pink and blue eyes gazing down at him with a big smile on her face. So happy to see her baby. John looked down at himself he was wearing a pink onesie with dark lettering he could make out saying Mommy's Girl. He could feel the bulk of a diaper between his legs. Then everything went black. He was once again in the void across Alex's lap. Ebenezer Von Spank flying through the air and slamming into his bottom. "My Name is Jennifer!" He cried out and in the pain the world would shift. The pain would vanish with it and once more he was with Mommy. Mommy wouldn't spank him, not her good baby girl. The void returned with a woosh, but she would spank the naughty boy, spank him until he was gone. Pain, darkness and terror, Spank, light, love and happiness, woosh, a naughty boy who needed a spanking, Spank, a good girl who needed care and love. Over and over. John wanted the pain to stop so much he wanted to be that happy little girl with Mommy more and more. As time went on he would will himself to stay with Mommy as her little girl, it was granted he got to stay with Mommy, she held a bottle to his lips when he was hungry, gave him a diaper change when it became too wet or messy. Read him a story and sing softly when he was tired. This never lasted though, he would soon return to that void across Mommy's lap, John would cry how sorry he was how he wanted to be a good girl just to make it stop. Spank! It would be granted and he spent countless hours with Mommy as a good girl like he wanted, yet he had to return to being John, hating it for the brief few seconds it took. John awoke his butt still had a tired soreness to it but it didn't sting. The door to his room opened and in popped Alex. "Good Morning sweety" Alex chimed. "Go away" he grumbled, he rolled over on bed and felt the soft plush toy next to him he grabbed it and chucked it away from the bed. Alex gave a sigh and John heard the dresser drawers being opened. "I know you are still upset about yesterday sweety, but I did that for your own good." John wasn't going to take that kind of excuse. "My own good?!" He yelled and shot out of bed standing on the mattress and stepping down to face Alex. His hair, a frazzled mess from tossing about last night. "You snapped because you are so Baby crazy you can't accept there are other Mothers out in the world. You are so psychotic you are trying to change me into someone I am not!" He roared, "By the way My Name is John Cromwell! I am a Man! And I will Not be your Daughter!" John straightened his back and did his best to look menacing while wearing pink pajamas and feeling the lacey panties under them. Alex was not intimidated, her face showed little surprise. She smiled at John's display and went back to picking out clothes from the drawers. "Sweety, you are right, I was very upset, still am, but I was wrong to force such a thing upon you and try to change you in such a manner" She said. "Good, then I am taking my room back and my clothes" He said but Alex stopped him. "No! This is your room now, I locked the master bedroom; My room, so little girls don't go through Mommy's stuff. That isn't changing, what also isn't changing is how I refer to you. Right now, it is sort of like a pet name or nickname, I am going to call you Jennifer, Jenny, my little girl, my daughter, my baby, and there is nothing you can do to stop me" "I am not going to respond to those…" "Yes you will, I will make sure you will, resist all you want eventually you will slip up and that little slip will make you stumble down a hill that will lead you down, down into my arms, suckling on my breasts, while you wet and mess your diapers, my little baby" Alex got in close glaring up with burning eyes, foretelling his fall for when he fails, she didn't need to hide her end goal anyway. "Also!" She sang and shoved a stack of clothes into John's arms. "Pretty clothes and dresses for you from now on as I will be forcing Rule Five of your rules. Now should you decide to pick the clothes out yourself or have Mommy do it, is still an act of Rule Five as I am making you wear whatever is in this room. But these clothes are for today." Alex pointed at the stack and then began to leave. "Don't take too long or I will change you into them, and perhaps I may consider that you might be too young for that, and I have such cute little outfits for little girls as young as that." She said, "Breakfast will be ready soon" John watched as the door closed and Alex walked down the hall. John turned and hurled the stack of clothes into the wall near his bed ""FUCK!" He roared and raised his foot to stamp it down on blind mad fury. He stopped himself before he could make the house tremble with his stomp. If he continued Alex would only take it as a tantrum and things would only get worse. He slumped on the bed and seethed with anger. He knew his streak of adulthood wasn't going to be perfect, eventually Alex was going to find a chink on his armor and exploit that, he hated himself for opening the damn doors for her, no trojan horse required. John calmed down, this wasn't the end, not by a long shot. The game simply shifted fields, he was no longer on a familiar map and he had to learn the ins and outs of this. Today wasn't going well for him but he could still turn this to his side. He was now in a living nightmare, all his life he hated getting mistaken for a girl, he hated the idea of being dressed like a girl. He gave another irritated sigh. He screwed up by letting Alex wake up before him and letting her pick out his clothes. He had to be vigilant from here on out. John got dressed, Alex picked up a rather frilly blouse and matching skirt. He struggled with the bra and changed panties. Not much difference there. He cursed at the socks that ran all the up to his thigh, and he muttered curses as he brushed his hair in the vanity mirror in the room. He didn't want Mother Daughter time for not brushing his hair, he just hated that he didn't do this first. Having to look at the woman in the mirror while he brushed his long hair made him feel worse. He composed himself and strode from the room. It was hard to feel manly with lace tickling him, straps around his chest and panties squeezing his fruits. It was even harder with the flowing skirt and feeling a breeze waft from underneath. To make all of this an absolutely, disgustingly, miserably, down to rock bottom hellish nightmare was…it felt nice. Shorts didn't give this sort of air flow and it felt nice to feel the small gust as he strode. "Fffuck" he mumbled" "That's Two," Alex chimed. John jumped at her sudden presence and had to clasp a hand to his mouth before he swore a third time. "Look how cute you are!" She cooed and smiled up at his face. "No makeup," she said, a bit disappointed. "Well I guess I can't expect my little girl to know what makeup is yet" she grinned. "Breakfast is ready!" She said John cursed himself, 'Really?' he thought, if he wanted to be an adult as a woman he had to wear makeup?! John calmed himself. He had to keep in mind this was no longer the same map they played on. After breakfast and taking the initiative to do dishes like he had been doing, John retired to his new room and began to plan. He grabbed his phone and began to look up makeup tutorials. While he half watched he rummaged through the drawers and began to pick out clothes. Alex didn't give him much to work with. Things were frilly, full of lace, pink, yellow, polka dot. The closet was no better, dresses and gowns galore. Coats and jackets as well. John made piles on the bed. Things he refused to wear, things he would and things he might. By the end he had only enough clothes for the week, give or take how reusable they were. He placed the stuff he would or might wear which made the drawers very barren. Sadly for him the top drawer was where all the panties and bras and socks, which was to the brim. John spent the better portion of the day practicing the makeup. He didn't want to use that much. Enough for Alex to say he was wearing it, but not so much that it was like a kid drew on his face. He hated this, as he practiced he thought on the whole thing. He needed to beat Alex in two weeks, or go back to work and have everyone thinking he transitioned over the month. He needed to keep his adulthood. Every day for the last week Alex had told him what was happening at work. She had made sure that once Jimmy was fired the only person to replace him would be John. 'With a snap' Alex kept referring. With a snap she could make it all happen but it was boring so she took the long road, taking her time. How long would she take though, if John was constantly resisting her? He needed to end this soon. Lunch came around and as per rules they were watching cartoons. John sat feeling exposed in his skirt and makeup covering his face. Alex looked at him noticing something different and lea ed in close to look at him. He turned to face her. "Look at you!" She nearly squealed with delight. "Have you been practicing all morning?" She then leaned close to his ear to whisper "I knew you would love being a girl" she giggled and went back to her show. That cut deep but John had to take it for now, Alex would never stop teasing him. "I want to make a deal," He said, staring at the TV but not watching it. " A bet of sorts" he said. This seemed to stop Alex's good mood. She glared at him. "It took you about a week and I was crying for my mommy in a wet diaper" he heard a sharp breath from Alex. She hated hearing that, missing out at such a crucial time in his regression. "I have been able to stay an adult for a week, resisting your little charms, so here is my deal, if I can stay an adult for two weeks, I win" John told her. He could feel those cotton candy colored eyes trying to scorch him. He tried to change her fun. John didn't know how she would respond but he began to hear her giggle, which soon changed to laughter. He looked at Alex as she tried to calm herself enough to speak. "You want this to end in two weeks?" She asked "My little Jenny is scared to go to work cause she isn't the big man she never was" Alex grinned her eyes a light with glee and anger. "I know what you want, get past two weeks our contract ends and you go back as that feminine man but in a fancy chair" she said. Now John began to give his own angry glare at her. The two glared at each other for a while. The cartoon characters in the tv joyfully singing some song in the background. John wasn't sure how threatening his eyes could be, compared to those slits with burning heterochromic eyes. As the song ended the anger flashed away from her eyes and Alex returned to the TV. "Fine two weeks, if however you are not still an adult in two weeks our game will continue as scheduled. At such a time when you can't get back to work, Mommy is going to bring you in to show off to all your ex co-workers everyday! You will lose, I will win. After much of your humiliation and cementing your babyhood, you will come home with me" Alex told him, the fate he was destined for if he lost. John held out his hand and smiled. Alex took it, a burst of black and red flames blazed around them and soon settled down. A piece of paper appeared and rolled out flames licked at the paper and words formed, the exact details of their agreement. Then it all vanished. "Deal has been made and Hell has updated the contract, now…take another bite" she said pointing at the plate of food before John.

Hi, all, Brutal_Ink has offered me the opportunity to craft an alternate ending to this story. (We'll let him determine if it can be canon, but it should at least be fun to write!) I will try to have a new chapter out by the weekend. ✍️

What ... what is Ashley's problem with Danny?? That was a great chapter I enjoy this story only wish there was really a portal like this so I could be happy in the rest of my life. ?

Well written story, very few grammar and spelling mistakes. I for one would like to see you continue writing this story. So much more could be done. Please don’t let this story go uncontinued.

Chapter 13: The Squirmy Solution -Victoria- Infernum Infantem – LittleFallenPrincess Meanwhile… Deciding not to cause Nia to panic upon waking up, when she would inevitably realise she was sucking her thumb with me watching, I decided to let the poor little demon sleep whilst I went off to see if Beatrice was awake. Walking through the mansion in my nightgown, I eventually got to the kitchen and unsurprisingly, Beatrice was there, preparing breakfast. “You’re up early…” I greeted her. “Vic… What are you doing up? Aren’t you enjoying your time with your little pet demon?” She asked, grinning at me. “I… shush you!” I whined. “I figured I’d let her sleep in. Especially as I didn’t want to scare her when she wakes up and realises she’s sucking her thumb.” “She’s what? Seriously?” “Yeah. Seriously. Surprised me when I woke up… but I must admit… it was kinda adorable.” “First her bratty behaviour… the way she is around you… now this… makes you wonder.” “Wonder what?” I asked Bea. “Oh, nevermind. So… want some breakfast? I made plenty.” “Sure. Also… I need to talk to you, Beatrice.” I said, sitting down at the kitchen table. Beatrice turned back around and continued preparing breakfast. “What about?” “Nia.” “Well that was obvious. But what about her? The thumbsucking? The childish behaviour?” “No. Well… not now. No, what I need to know is… do you have any idea what to do about her… err… you know…” I trailed off, unknown as to how to phrase it. “No, what?” “Her… sexual appetite.” “Oh she's ravenous?” “You could say that… She’s a succubus.” “Oh…” She trailed off before looking up at me in shock. “Oh shit! Are you okay?” “Thanks to my amulet… yeah. Otherwise I’d be a husk right now.” “Okay, good… glad you’ve got that at least. So as long as you recharge your life force between your sexy times, you’ll be fine. Succubi don’t need to feed too often, you should be fine.” She smiled at me. “It’s not that…” “What is it then?” “The demon last night… he said he ‘sensed her presence’. Right after we… you know… did the dirty.” “You think he sensed her after you had sex with her?” She asked. “Yeah.” “Makes sense I guess. Her power would grow after feeding, maybe even enough that others could sense it. Maybe that’s what alerted him and he came running. Only way to test that theory is to… you know…” “I’d love to test that theory, but for now… I’m worried her appetite may be getting stronger around me. I caught her squirming and moaning in bed as she sucked her thumb.” Thank god I can trust Beatrice with everything. She’s like family to me. I wouldn’t trust anyone else with this information, especially as I don’t want to betray Nia’s trust. But this… this is relatively new to me, and I really needed advice. “You want to stop her from getting horny? So that she doesn’t set off any alarm bells in Hell?” Beatrice asked. “Yeah. For now. Then we can test our theory and work out a way to manage this without her getting dragged back to Hell. She really wants to stay, and I don’t want her forced into whatever happens to her, it should be her choice.” “I agree. Well I have one idea... If she’ll be happy about it though… is another thing.” “What is it? A spell? A ritual? An incantation? A magical artefact?” “Umm… let me go get it first… will you take over preparing this?” “Sure?” Beatrice smiled awkwardly and walked out of the kitchen. I had no idea what she was doing, where she was going or what this idea of hers was… but I wanted, no… needed to keep Nia safe. Five minutes later, Beatrice returned with a sparkly purple box in her hand, one large enough to fit all manner of tomes or magical artefacts in. Though the style of the box made me wonder what the hell kind of stuff was in it, as it certainly didn’t resemble the usual ancient lockboxes I had seen before. Setting the heavy box down on the kitchen table, she looked up at me, looking somewhat ashamed. “What’s in there?” I asked as I was chopping the fruit needed for our group breakfast. “Vic… you don’t judge me for my uniform. Please don’t judge me for what I’m about to show you.” ‘What on Earth do you have in there?’ I thought to myself. “Sure. No judgement from me. You know I’m not like that.” I replied. “So… this won’t fix the problem. She’ll still get hungry, she’ll still need to drain the life force from someone eventually. This will just stop her from doing so easily.” “What is it?” Beatrice took the lid off the box. Reaching in and pulling something out, her hands were shaking as she did so. “This… is… umm…” It was silver… large enough to fit a person… looked like a… harness? “What on Earth is that…?” I asked, trying to figure out what it was. There was a silver belt, with another silver belt looped from one part to another. “Wait… is that…” “Yeah… it’s a chastity belt.” Beatrice said, her voice quivering slightly. “A chastity belt? Seriously?” “Put this on her and she won’t be able to be fully satisfied… which should limit her ability to drain the life force from someone sexually…” “But how am I supposed to put it on her?” “Like I said, she may not be happy about it…” “But surely that just limits some sexual activity. Surely she can feed in other ways?” “Look, it’s early in the morning, this is all I could think of on such short notice. It’ll limit her somewhat. Hopefully enough to prevent her signalling to Hell.” “Fine. But can you do me another favour and look into this after breakfast?” “Sure. I can’t promise I’ll find anything… but I’ll look anyway. Maybe some of my contacts will know something…” She said, placing the chastity belt on the dining table before placing the lid back on the box before I could sneak a peek at what other naughty things she had in there. I was desperate to know why she had a chastity belt so readily available, especially seeing as it was her choice to wear the maid’s uniform. I told her just dress casually unless we have guests, at which point dress somewhat smart. I never said anything about a maid’s uniform! She suggested it, and I trusted her. I’m not one to kink shame, so I let her have that. But now… a chastity belt? What was this girl into? “I’ll leave that with you, along with the keys. Let me just go put this box away again and then I’ll be back to take back over from you preparing breakfast.” Beatrice said, lifting the heavy box up again and walking off. Ten minutes later, she returned, though she wasn’t alone this time. Walking in alongside Nia, I quickly rushed around from the kitchen counters to the dining table, grabbing the chastity belt along with the keys and rushing back over to the counters, hiding them in a cupboard so Nia doesn’t see them yet. I needed to work up to asking her if she’ll wear it. Whilst it’s not perfect… It was only a temporary measure. I just hoped she’d be willing to give it a try. The way she was squirming this morning… “I caught this cutie walking the halls, half asleep. Tempted her back with the promise of food.” Beatrice said, walking over to me and taking over the breakfast prep. Walking back over to the kitchen table, I sat down just as Nia was sitting down across the table from me. She was wearing something different from last night, she must have gone back to her bedroom after I left. Sneaky little thing… must have been awake the whole time, or maybe I woke her up… I admired her choice of casual black skirt and a wide neck tee. It looked good on her. I just hoped that the skirt wasn’t a bother for her tail. Maybe I’d have to get some of her clothes adjusted for it. “Sleep well, honey?” I asked, knowing full well she must have if she was sucking her thumb. “Uh… uh huh…” She replied, blushing slightly. “You looked so peaceful, I figured I’d let you sleep a bit longer…” I left out mentioning the thumbsucking, I didn’t want to scare her… yet. “Umm… thanks… so… what’s for breakfast?” Nia asked Bea. “Fruit, cereal, toast.” Beatrice answered, without even pausing to concentrate on chopping the fruit. “Eww.” Nia replied, her cute little face scrunching up. “Look, if you eat this healthy breakfast… I’ll treat you to a burger later.” I bargained. “Deal!” A smile appeared on her face suddenly and she sat up, excited at the prospect of something greasy and unhealthy. I looked over at Beatrice who was currently filling the bowls with all the prepared ingredients, trying to make it look nice. Taking two of the three bowls, she brought them over to the dining table, placing one in front of me and one in front of Nia. But as Beatrice walked away, Nia blushed and shoved her spoon into the bowl, taking a large scoop and shoving it in her mouth. As Beatrice walked back to the kitchen to grab her bowl, she leant down as she got to me and whispered something in my ear. “I made a little smiley face out of the fruit… looks like it went over well, look at those blushy cheeks!” She giggled. I looked over at Nia, who was adorably shoving spoonful after spoonful of the healthy, delicious breakfast into her mouth. Obviously trying to get rid of the thing causing the blushing. “So Nia…” I said, eating a small helping of my food. “We need to talk…” “Umm… about what?” She said, with her mouth half full. “About your… diet.” “I’m eating healthy! See!” She held up her empty bowl and smiled, like a toddler who had finished their veggies. “I don’t mean that… although you’re a good girl for doing that!” She blushed again and looked off into space. “No, what I mean is… your demonic diet…” “Oh you mean sex?” She blurted out, without any hesitation. “Yes. I mean sex.” “What about it?” “Well whilst it was… wonderful… I think you having sex on Earth triggered alarm bells in Hell.” “You think that’s how the demon found us? Surely he just knew you did the ritual the previous night?” She asked, making a good point. “I thought that… but it was what he said to me. That he ‘sensed your presence’.” I replied. “Well I can sense other demons, we all give off a sort of… infernal aura or energy. But only nearby. I guess if I fed, my energy would increase… sort of like a beacon. That would allow them to sense me from a long distance.” “Exactly. And if you wish to stay here… we’ll need to make some… adjustments.” “Adjustments? What adjustments? And why? I just won’t… you know…” She stared off, hoping I would stop talking about it all. “Well considering how squirmy you were in your sleep, I don’t think you can help it…” I grinned at her. “HEY! I DON’T… umm… BEATRICE IS HERE!” Beatrice waved over, with the biggest smile on her face. “The longer you go without feeding, the more insatiable your appetite will be. Which means you’ll give in to your desires, alerting Hell. So… we need to solve two problems.” I continued. Still blushing, Nia looked back at me. “And what are they?” She asked. “Firstly… is your appetite. We need to keep you fed. Beatrice? Will you help me do some research as to how to manage this without any of these ‘infernal power spikes’?” “I could probably create a device that measures these spikes. Then we can see what works best at suppressing them whilst still being able to keep Nia topped up.” Beatrice replied, pulling out her little notepad and jotting down some ideas. “Good idea. And secondly… we need to restrict your urges, Nia.” “Restrict? Kinky!” Nia winked at me. I got up, not saying a word, and walked to the kitchen cupboards. Opening the one that held the chastity belt, I grabbed said belt, and walked back to the dining table with it hidden behind my back, smiling and sitting down once again. “What… do you have there…” Nia asked, nervously. “Now… Please seriously consider this. It’s… a temporary measure whilst we figure things out. It just prevents you giving into your urges.” I tried to ease her into this as much as possible. “Haha, what… is it like a chastity belt or something?” “...” “ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?” She shouted at me. “Nia… language…” “I… but… you can’t be serious! I can’t wear a chastity belt!” She whined. I pulled the belt out from behind my back and placed it on the dining table, right in the middle of the three of us. “You don’t have to, but if you give in to your urges and summon Hell to our doorstep… I don’t think we can protect you.” “I… but…” “You want to stay, right?” “Well yeah!” “This is the only way. For now. Wear this for a while, let me and Beatrice do a bit of research, and then we’ll figure out a way to make it so you feed, don’t summon Hell AND don’t have to wear this.” Nia looked at Beatrice with the most unimpressed face she could muster. “You… are seriously into some kinky shit. And one of these days, you’re going to tell me everything.” Nia threatened Beatrice. “As long as you wear the belt, sure.” Beatrice promised, winking at her and smiling. “Deal. Ugh.” Nia groaned, grabbing the belt and standing up to go put it on most likely. “Uh…. where are you going missy?” I stopped her dead in her tracks. “To put it on… duh!” She replied, in that bratty way teenagers do. “Not without me you’re not…” “Why? I can do it myself!” She whined. “I will hold the key once it’s on. To prevent you from unlocking it. So I need to make sure it’s on properly. So come along sweetpea…” “Fiiiiine…” She groaned, stamping her little feet as she followed me out of the kitchen, back to my bedroom. ========================================================== Honestly, I'm so happy people are enjoying this story so much! I put a lot more of myself into these characters, especially Nia, and this genre is one of my special interests, so I'm glad you're all having fun with it! 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! 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Boredom, sloth & occasional exercise… No COVID-19. And so, I enter my second month of permanent “work from home” courtesy of the COVID-19 pandemic. At least (so far), I still have a job. I’m truly grateful for that. From a physical fitness, mental health and job efficacy perspective, full time working from my home office isn’t such a good thing but, on the upside, it does give me a fair degree of latitude to manage my day free of the usual commuting and shared office considerations that get in the way of adult nappy wearing requirements. Inherently lazy, I’ve remained largely on a reduced change regime built around two high-capacity nappies per day on weekdays: usually some combination of BetterDry, ABU Simple or a 60” x 60” folded terry. It doesn’t matter if I have slightly puffy pants alone in my home office and a minor leak is nothing more than a hint to change and a quick wipe-down of a chair. Weekends I tend to fall back to three nappies per day as I try to maintain some degree of visual discretion in front of the handful of people I’m allowed to be in the same room as. During the week I’ve fallen out of the habit of getting up out of bed with my wife at 6am (who still commutes to her city office) and starting work at 7am. Spending 11 hours per day in my study looking at work emails was just starting to bake my noodle and I’ve pushed my start time back. I can lounge around in bed until 8am at least and still have just plenty of time for a wash, change and some breakfast before logging on around 8:30am. This has led to the odd early morning dirty nappy in bed. I don’t habitually do this but if it’s a disposable, I’m alone, I don’t want to get up and when I *do* get up I will be showering anyway, it hardly seems worth the effort not to. Plenty of sudocreme and a good wash of the relevant area twice per day seems to have kept any rashes at bay. The other fresh development is something resembling exercise. My body is biased towards sloth and I suspect it would like to be morbidly obese if only I would let it. Realising that this confinement isn’t going to end any time soon, gyms are closed, parks are closed, travel is practically illegal but my refrigerator is always open, I’ve already noticed my internal fat regulator having its wicked way. Pretty much the only physical exercise that’s legally and practically available to me is a brisk walk. I have a standard 5km (3 mile) route that includes a reasonable number of hills. This has to happen in nappies and at the end of my working day (when this walk generally takes place), those nappies are pretty well used. So, how does a thoroughly wet nappy stand up to a brisk 5km hike? Pinned terry cloth nappies: forget it… You will have friction burns on your inner thighs by the time you get as far as your letterbox. These nappies are better suited to babies who roll around as opposed to striding up hills and down dales. I suspect that by kilometre 3, that wet towelling would saw clean through my thighs and the rest of my walk would be ruined on account of my legs falling off. Molicare premium: They work insofar as they are still on me upon my return home but don’t expect them to be nappy-shaped. That wet Molicare core does its usual disintegration trick and by the time I’m back, I’m wearing a plastic bag filled with shredded white fluff: like a seagull exploded but with more pee. They don’t sag though and I can get away with just wearing some compression pants over the top as long as I don’t mind the sensation of dribbling pee into a plastic bag with wadding down at the bottom of it. BetterDry: built with firm Teutonic resolve, even drenched, these nappies hold up forcefully on a march like they were on an Austrian Anschluss in 1938. The massively swollen-but-firm front of a well used BetterDry swings from side to side on a hike like a chicken with rigor mortis has been stapled to your crotch but failure is never an option. Again, like the Molicare, it seems that plastic pants can be ditched for the adventure however. ABU Simple: the ABDL nappy that as such, favours form over function is nevertheless curious in the extent that it’s even more comfortable worn wet than it is dry. That warm sodden “slippery cushion” feel remains for the 5km hike but like any other ABU Simple use case with me, capacious plastic pants are a “must have” accessory and I can expect a fairly wet plastic pant crotch upon my return. They stay up and remain tight impressively though for the US style land-yachts that they are. Certainly my favourite from a comfort perspective. Presumably the sauna conditions triggered by the mandatory plastic pants as well as the compression pant can only help with weight management objectives. I’m not sure if it’s something to do with the amount of backside-time I’ve had lately but I doubt I’d cover my 5km / 45 minute hike with much comfort without my nappy right now. I’ve found myself repeatedly sliding into a “dripping” mode whilst walking without a clear way out of it, a little bit like I’ve somehow forgotten how NOT to pee myself.

Chapter 31 Jamie stumbled out of his nursery an hour later with his hair sticking up, bleary eyed, and smelling like he’d been curled up with a dog. Amanda looked him over with a look that said, “Good thing I love you.” “How you feeling, buddy,” she asked. She detected more than just the smell of dog. “Thirsty.” “Come on.” He followed her into the kitchen and watched her make him a glass of water. He chugged it and held it up, and she filled it again. “C’mon,” she said as she nodded toward the nursery. “Where?” “Your changing table.” Where else? He set the glass on a shelf, and Amanda laid him on the table. She got him down to his diaper and paused. She wanted to ask him if he was aware he was messy. It seemed impossible he didn’t - he had a functioning nose - but he seemed so unconcerned with the state of his diaper that he didn’t even say anything or automatically connect the nod toward the nursery with his changing table.But he didn’t seem surprised when she said she was taking him to the changing table, either. Perhaps he was just that apathetic about it now. She decided not to ask. “You got some fun stuff today,” she said as she got to work cleaning him up. “Mom is so eager to buy stuff,” he yawned. “Still sleepy?” “Some.” “Want a bath?” “Okay.” He was easy to clean up this time. He sat up when she was done and pulled his shirt off. He never gave any thought to being nude around his mommy or sister in the house anymore. “Let’s see what you got,” she said after she’d thrown the diaper away. She stepped across the room to pick up the shopping bag. Like she’d never seen it before, she took out the dress. “This is pretty.” That’s all she said as she went to his closet and found a hanger for it. Jamie didn’t say anything. She got one of his shirts out next and unfolded it, looked it over, and tossed it in his open hamper. “And this’ll be good for the heat,” she said as she held up the skirt and decided to put it in the dresser where his shorts were. She waited for him to respond, and when he didn’t, she plucked him from the table and carried him to the bathroom, patting his clean bottom. “We should get a wading pool for the backyard,” he said while she turned on the tap and tested the water. Jamie couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken a bath by himself. Never in Itali. Sometimes he took a shower, but only with Becky or Manda. That did embarrass him as he saw a lot more like that, but they clearly weren’t bothered by it at all, no more than were he an infant who didn’t know what he was seeing. They often took him into the shower at the pool when they cleaned up there before going home or out. At least they had private shower stalls there. But all the nudity in the changing area was still a mental hurdle for him, albeit a short one. Manda stopped the drain and lifted Jamie over the side. “You just looked like some water would refresh you. You feeling alright?” “Yeah. You know me and naps. Don’t always wake up feeling better.” One difference between him and most other littles and young children. They often jumped out of bed after a nap ready to go play. Jamie needed more time waking up from a nap than he did from his night’s sleep. “Close your eyes.” Amanda dipped the pitcher into the tub and poured it over Jamie’s head before grabbing the shampoo and lathering his hair. She left it there for a moment. In the summertime, they were careful to make sure his hair didn’t get too brittle from the chlorine and saltwater. If it was possible, he became even more blonde over the summer months. They all did, and Becky and Manda used a special swimmer’s shampoo on their own hair, something they didn’t have to do before Jamie arrived and had them all swimming so much. “Can I ask you something,” Amanda asked. Jamie took a deep breath. No one in his life had ever been gentler or more considerate of Jamie, but the trade off was he couldn’t make decisions without them knowing. So he wanted to try a dress. He could do it at home, but not in the secrecy of his own home, because there could be no secrets, not if it involved spending money because he didn’t have any. “Go ahead.” “What’s up with the dress and the skirt?” “Your dress feels nice. Basically just a big tee shirt. Looks like it feels good after being outside all day.” “And the skirt?” “Air flow? Diapers aren’t very comfortable in the summer. Looks more comfortable to wear a skirt than shorts sometimes.” So he was sticking to what he’d told Becky. “Any other reason?” She picked up the pitcher again and he closed his eyes while she rinsed the shampoo from his hair. “They look pretty on you and Ella.” “I see.” “No, it’s just ... none of my things are pretty. I want to look pretty sometimes, too. All my stuff is plain. They don’t make stuff for boy littles that’s pretty.” Back on Earth he could least look sharp in a suit, not that he ever wore one when he didn’t have to. His outfits in Itali were a parade of pants and shorts mostly with elastic waists and tees and sweaters. The things that weren’t deliberately cute, which was a good portion of his wardrobe, were just boring. Amanda chose her next words carefully. “Are there any other pretty things you’d like to try?” “Like what?” “You could grow your hair out. Or try makeup.” “No. I don’t want to try that.” Jamie actually didn’t like makeup even on other people. Or at least he thought he didn’t because the only time he noticed it on most people was when they hadn’t put it on very artfully. He noticed it on Manda and Becky sometimes because he could smell it on them when they were holding him. Jamie was particular about smells. He didn’t even like scented soap. “What about shoes? Or, I dunno, accessories. Like a hair bow.” “I’m not a girl,” Jamie said. “I thought those things look comfortable and pretty. That’s all.” “So it’s just that then? No other girl stuff?” “No.” And unless those things proved very comfortable, he didn’t see himself wearing dresses or skirts in the winter. He hardly saw himself wearing them now. He just thought he’d like them in a couple circumstances. “Okay. I’ll cancel the order for the dollhouse then.” He didn’t fall for it. “You didn’t order a dollhouse.” “No. And I don’t have to hide my shoes from you now.” “You thought I’d wanna try your shoes?” “No, silly bear.” She took the bar of soap and started to wash him everywhere. “It’s stupid,” Jamie said spontaneously. “What’s that?” “It’s just a dress. I mean, of course it’s more comfortable after being outside all day.” Or at least he assumed it was, and it looked easy to slip on after a day at the pool or beach. He could even wear his swimsuit under it to the pool, like Manda and Becky and Jane and Ella and Rosie did. “I should be able to pick an article of clothing without it having some larger meaning about my identity. What you wear doesn’t make you trans or non-binary or gay or even a crossdresser. It’s just clothes.” “I didn’t offend you, did I?” “No. I know you only asked because you care.” “You know you might get teased.” “I know.” “You’re okay with that?” “I guess. Will you stick up for me?” He knew the answer to that. “Always.”