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Katie Ann What do you do when you look 7 years old, but you're actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen's entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn't the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her how she looks, 7 years old? By Becky Anne ©2018-2024 ~o~O~o~ Chapter One: The Website Nineteen-year-old Kathleen sat staring at her laptop, working on the courage to create an account and profile on the website she just found. She had found this website after taking out her frustrations on the Google search engine. Frustrations she acquired by rage quitting her multiplayer roleplayer game. Baron, her master in the game, turned out to be like most guys she has met online, only wanting sex, cybersex in Baron’s case. Submissive Match, the name of the website, kept staring at her from her purple laptop. It was distracting her from figuring out what she needed to acquire for her return to Mountain College. Not realizing she was doing it, she clicked the yellow create account button. Moving some of her auburn hair out of her view, she flipped back to her list of supplies needed for her return to college next month. “Hmm, most of these things I already have…” she thought. “Oh, I better buy some more notebooks. While I am at it, I will buy that new book by Percy Jackson, ‘Sea of Monsters.’” “It is too bad that Stephanie had financial aid issues. I wonder how this Allison is? Is she going to have a problem with a college roommate who is short enough to be her little sister?” She continued to herself as she looked at her roommate's information pamphlet. Flipping back to the website, “Let's see what they want… I am a submissive… oh, that pulls up a whole new form… some of the standard stuff … Kathleen … Why do they want my middle name … Annabelle Telgenhof … March 16, 1987… I guess the owner's choice for a submissive name … Email… Don’t send me spam from your sponsors… Don’t share my email with suggested owners... Password… I am not sure why they want this information… Weight… 55 pounds soaking wet… Height ... 4’5” rounded up... their selection doesn’t even go that small. I guess I have to choose less than 5’... Location… Pennsylvania… I guess I am looking for an online owner. Oh, what the hell, an offline owner, too... Let’s see, a short questionnaire, a short description, and a recent picture will finish it off.” Looking at the time, “Wowser, that took longer than I thought it would,” Kathleen thought as she put her laptop to sleep. She meets her mother, Marlene, in the kitchen after walking out of her bedroom. “Hello, sweetie. Do you want some ice cream?” Marlene asked as she was scooping into a bowl. “You know I can never turn down cookie dough, Mommie.” "We can watch AFHV as we eat it.” “Sounds like a plan.” “What are your plans for tomorrow while I am at school?” “I told them I would do some volunteering at the zoo since time is getting short until my return to college. I need to stop for college supplies before or after; I just hope I don’t get pulled over for underage driving this time,” Kathleen mentioned. “That still happening?” Her mother asked. “Usually once a week, Mommie.” “Not much we can do about that, unfortunately, sweetie, except for you to grow a few inches,” Marlene pointed out. “Or afoot? Neither an inch nor a foot is going to happen, Mother. That ship sailed ages ago,” Kathleen said crossly, turning her eyes towards the TV. Marlene nodded and watched the television in silence. ~o~O~o~ Rolling out of bed at about 7 o’clock the following day, Kathleen booted up her laptop as she got dressed and ready for a day of volunteering. Coming back to the computer, she started her everyday morning computer habits, email, MySpace, Yahoo Messenger, and a few websites… before logging on to Submissive Match. “Let's see if I got any hits from my profile.” She discovered after she was finally logged in that there were three messages waiting for her. Looking at the first, “Eww, I really didn’t need to see that guy’s dick, this might of been a big mistake. … Oh, there is an ignore feature, thank god.” “Here goes nothing for the second, … interesting name… I seriously doubt his name is really Beast…” “Hello, Little Girl, you’re just the kind of young girl I would really like to meet. You would be perfect kneeling in front of me …” Other than the nickname for herself and himself, this guy isn’t too bad so far, Kathleen thought. “... with my legs spread wide open, and pants zipper down …” “EEEWWW,” Kathleen said out loud, “Spoke too soon!” and she couldn’t click the ignore button fast enough. Leaving the third message for later, she went to get a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Looking at the time, “I will have to leave the third message and college supplies ‘til after the zoo.” ~o~O~o~ “Hello Kathleen, thank you for coming. Why don’t you take the hedgehog and sit down on a bench just inside the entrance to the zoo? You should get plenty of exposure there,” Mr. Cooper, the zoo’s volunteer coordinator, instructed while thinking to himself about that also places her in a place where we can watch her. I am always worried she may be kidnapped, being so small and easy to be confused with an actual grade school kid. Kathleen nodded and headed to where the educational animals were kept. Continuing the thoughts, Mark took a memory trip back five years. “I first told her she was too young to volunteer. She had to be 14. I could have sworn it was a five or six-year-old asking to volunteer. I am kind of glad she pleaded her case and produced proof of age since she has been one of my best teenage volunteers.” He continued to himself, “I will never tell her, but that outfit is custom-ordered for her. I also purposely took the tags off to hide the fact that it is a size 7/8 girls' polo shirt.” Looking out of his office window towards the entrance plaza that it overlooked, he noticed Kathleen was setting up right where he requested her to. “I have never discussed it with her, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she were self-conscious about her height. I would be if I were her,” he thought before returning back to his volunteer hours spreadsheet. ~o~O~o~ “Riiinnnggg” “Susquehanna Valley Zoo, Volunteer department, Mark speaking, how can I help you?” … “How old is your daughter?” … “Sorry, she is a few years too young. She has to be 14 to volunteer.” … “The one with a hedgehog today? She is actually 19 years old.” … “Unfortunately, a common misunderstanding with her. Have your daughter give me a call in a couple of years.” … “Talk to them then.” Hanging up the phone, he looked out the window at the object of the confusion. A group of grade school kids currently surrounded her. The only thing that set her apart from the other kids was the green polo shirt, which signified that she was a volunteer. ~o~O~o~ “OK, Mr. Cooper, I have returned the hedgehog to the education department.” “Thank you, Kathleen, five hours today?” Mark said, looking at the clock. “What was your driving time?” he continued. “Yes, that is correct, and it takes me twenty minutes each way to get here.” “When do I expect you back?” “Unless you have a better idea, I should return Wednesday at the opening,” Kathleen said, thinking of her plans. She had agreed to go out with some high school friends tomorrow. “Works for me. When do you return to college?” “My parents and I are going in a convoy next month, August 13th.” “You will be missed again this year.” “Aww, I will be back again next year,” Kathleen said as she felt her face color up. Showing her to the door, Mark turned his attention to entering Kathleen’s hours in his spreadsheet. “That girl is the closest thing to a little girl I would ever have. I can’t seem to produce the required X chromosome for a girl,” he thought, thinking of his three boys currently in daycare. Meanwhile, Kathleen started driving to a bookstore to buy her prize book and required school supplies. Seeing a cop tailgating her in her rearview mirror, she checked her speed. Noticing she was actually under the speed limit, she thought, “Not again. Can I ever drive without being pulled over for underage driving?” After five minutes and no lights, she wondered what was taking him so long to pull her over. Five more minutes later, the cop slowed and made a U-turn. Kathleen thought that was strange. He tailed me and didn’t pull me over. ~o~O~o~ Pulling into the driveway, she couldn’t get in the house fast enough to check that third message that had been calling her all day. After booting up her laptop, she went to the kitchen to get a glass of peach tea. “Let's see,” Kathleen said, entering her details on the website. “Oh, two new messages. I must have received another today.” Opening up the first message, the third from this morning, she began to read it out loud, “Dear Buttercup, I was inspecting the new profiles and happened to notice yours. I am intrigued by your profile, and I hope to hear from you. Master Adam” “Well, that was short to the point and not creepy,” Kathleen said, going to the second message... “Not another dick picture,” Kathleen screamed, going to the ignore button. After returning to Master Adam’s message, she checked out his profile. “Adam Dale, 25 years old, Pennsylvania, Looking for online/offline submissive, oh he isn’t bad looking.” Hitting the reply button, she typed, using the submissive name he gave her, “Dear Sir, Buttercup is intrigued by your profile too and interested in communicating with you. I am not sure how to go about the next step. - Buttercup.” Putting her computer to sleep, she went into the living room to watch some television. ~o~O~o~ Author's Note: Comments, and questions are always welcomed. I am currently writing chapter 69 of this story. -- Thanks Becky

Chapter 64: The Wheels on the Bus The wet pants accomplished what I hadn’t been able to find the words to say. I wasn’t potty trained and had no business wearing big girl underwear. From the looks on their faces as they both stared at the puddle on the floor, Amanda and Jodie both now realized that not allowing me to wear a diaper had been a big mistake. I didn’t find myself being embarrassed by the accident. It had been completely expected, as odd as that is to say, about something called an accident. I was more embarrassed by the lack of any protection and the ensuing mess but not by the act of peeing itself. At least they didn’t make me take another shower to get cleaned up. I laid down on the bed as Amanda wiped me clean with a wet wipe. They’d found the changing pad for me to lie on as they cleaned me up. They should have put me in a diaper right then and there, but instead, Amanda grabbed a pull-up that must have been left in the underwear drawer. “Why don’t we try this instead?” Amanda said. She stretched out the pull-up to slide it up my legs and around my waist. “That’s it. I’m sure you’ll have better luck next time.” The only true thing about that statement was that the only way I was going to make it to the toilet on time was if there was a lot of luck involved. I acquiesced to their desire to have me wear a pull-up. At least the next time I wet myself, it wouldn’t result in a puddle all over the floor. The next question was what to wear over the pull-up. I got up from the bed. Walking felt more comfortable now that there was at least some padding between my legs. Amanda led me to the closet. “Why don’t you pick out something that you would like to wear?” My eyes immediately went to a knee-length dress. Long enough to be warm for the winter weather, but it would make changing a lot easier. I struggled with taking my shirt and hoodie off for a moment, and then Amanda assisted in pulling it over and off of my head. Jodie found a pair of knee-high socks and helped me into them. I was nearly set to venture outside. At the front door, Amanda slid a jacket over me, tugging the hood over my head. I shivered as I stepped outside and breathed in a breath of crisp air. The yard was covered in sporadic patches of snow. I could see my breath as I walked down the driveway. There were two cars parked outside. One that Amanda and Jodie had come in, and another for the man who was staying behind at the house. Maybe he would let Mom know where I was, once she got home. Amanda and Jodie had said something in hushed tones to him before they took me outside. The last time I had been in a car had been that trip to the mall before Christmas. And I had been seated in the passenger seat, not the back one. I completely forgot about needing to buckle my seatbelt. Jodie ended up doing that for me. Then we were off. My stomach felt a little uneasy around some of the sharper turns, and I occasionally had to keep my eyes focused on the interior of the car to prevent myself from feeling sick. How far away was the hospital, anyway? I couldn’t recall. I hadn’t gone there very often. An empty sensation in my mouth made me realize that I was missing something. My paci. How had I not remembered to bring that with me? I was beginning to suspect that Amanda and Jodie wouldn’t have prioritized bringing it with them as they grabbed some extra clothes and things to bring along to the hospital. They had packed a few changes of clothes and some pull-ups and had even included two pairs of underwear but had failed to pack a diaper. My thumb found its way into my mouth almost automatically. I didn’t realize it was there until I had already been sucking on it for several seconds. Amanda was focused on the road, but I caught Jodie taking a peek at what I was doing in the mirror. I didn’t remove the thumb even after I saw a look from her that seemed quite close to disapproval. I wasn’t concerned with any disapproval from Amanda or Jodie. They didn’t understand what I needed. But Mom did. What was she going to do when she came home from work to find me gone? What was the man going to tell her? And what would she say when she found me wearing a pull-up when we were reunited? “McDonald's or Burger King?” The question they were asking may as well have been in a foreign language. I turned my attention to the front of the car and shrugged my shoulders. “Alight, if you don’t have a preference, McDonald’s it is,” Amanda said, turning on her blinker and making a right turn toward McDonald’s. My stomach rumbled as we pulled into the drive-through. There were a few cars ahead of us waiting to place their orders. “What do you want to eat?” Jodie asked. I took my thumb out of my mouth to answer her question. “Dunno.” Jodie sighed loudly. Amanda looked over at Jodie. “I think it’s easier for Sarah if we just give her some options.” Amanda leaned over and peered at me through the gap in the front two seats. “Chicken nuggets or a hamburger?” “Nuggies.” “Alright, nuggies it is.” When we finally arrived at the place to place the order, Amanda ordered a happy meal with apple juice for me, an iced coffee for herself, and a soda for Jodie. I reached into the bag to grab a nugget. Hot. I let it slip from my grasp and back into the bag. I would need to wait at least a few minutes before they had cooled off enough to eat. I slipped my thumb back in my mouth, sucking on it to cool it down. We were back on the road again, headed to the hospital with no further detours planned. The car slowed to a stop at a red light. A yellow bus pulled in alongside us. I peered up out the window at the faces in the vehicle next to me. A few were looking at me at first, then lips were moving, fingers were pointing, and more and more faces began to appear in the window, glancing down in my direction. There were kids. Slightly younger than me. Some of them were staring at me. None of them had pacifiers. None of them had their thumb in their mouth. A wave of memories came roaring back. Early morning bus rides to school. Classes. Homework. Cheerleading practice. Eating lunch in the cafeteria with my friends. Playing Fortnite with Lisa. Sleepovers. Game of Truth or Dare. Shopping trips to the mall. I looked down at my hands. They were both on my lap, right above where the pull-up was beneath my dress. I licked my lips. My thumb was no longer in my mouth. Something was wrong, but I couldn’t put a name to it. I didn’t belong in that world anymore. I’d made that decision the day before this year began. I chose diapers. What was it that the woman had told me back at home when they had been getting me cleaned up and ready to go? They had said that how Mom was treating me wasn’t right, as if everything that had transpired had been Mom’s fault, as though I was a literal baby, lacking any agency over my life. But that wasn’t true. Was it? Mom hadn’t kept me locked inside the crib or chained to a wall. The baby monitor would have done nothing to prevent me from leaving and being long gone by the time she noticed and was able to get home from work. With my bike, I could have gone anywhere I wanted. I could have left at any time, and yet I chose to stay. And what about before then? There was nothing Mom could have done to stop me from telling Samantha and Desi the truth. There was nothing Mom had done that made me push Lisa away instead of asking her – the only person I knew who had been through anything similar – for help. There was nothing that Mom could have done that would have stopped me from telling Mr. Higgins or going down to the nurse’s office. Nothing that would have stopped me from picking up my cell phone and calling CPS myself. Exit signs had been present at each point along the way, and each time, I had willingly passed them by. Why had that been? Was it because of a determination to handle all my issues on my own? Was it the shame and embarrassment of having my friends find out what I had been through? Was it the fear that any act of defiance wouldn’t be enough to get away from any consequences that might be awaiting me from Mom? Or, at some point, had I already begun to subconsciously accept my fate? Had I known, deep down, with each ensuing accident, where everything was going to lead? That it would end with me knowing that I deserved, needed, and wanted diapers. I’d spent the past who knows how long staying in a crib all day long, pissing and shitting in a diaper because I had chosen to do so. I couldn’t blame Mom for it. I could have ended it at any time if I had chosen to do so. I dared another glance up toward the school bus. Only a couple faces at the window now. The rest had moved on from the spectacle, now that the older girl in the car was no longer sucking on her thumb. That had been me in the bus, not long ago. And I’m sure I would have called Samantha and Desi over to gawk out the window had I seen a fellow teenager doing what I had just been doing. But why had I pulled the thumb out of my mouth? And why wasn’t I able to bring myself to put it back in? A tiny bit of shame was gnawing at the back of my mind. I didn’t know any of those kids. They were young enough to be in middle school. From the name of the school on the bus, it wasn’t the one that I had attended last year. Yet, the discomfort at the idea of them seeing me behave like a baby was enough to prevent me from doing so. Why? Was I just being self-conscious? Or did I actually have something to be ashamed of? My mind kept replaying the reactions of Jodie and Amanda to finding me wearing a diaper and lying in the crib. The shock and discomfort on their faces. But also compassion and empathy. But all those emotions stemmed from the firm belief in the wrongness of what they were seeing. When I decided that I wanted to wear diapers, had I made the wrong choice? But if Samantha could choose to wear diapers, why couldn’t I? Would Amanda and Jodie consider Samantha’s decision to be just as wrong as mine? Or were both Samantha and I right? Or were the circumstances between myself and Samantha too different to be compared? The light turned green. Our car accelerated faster than the bus, leaving the school kids behind. With their eyes no longer on me, I slide a hand under my skirt, feeling the front of the pull-up. Dry still, but not that much time had passed since I had made that puddle on the hallway floor. I tried, for the first time since failing at potty training, to get my bladder to tell me something, anything, but it refused to give me any sense of its condition, whether it was nearly bursting or still in the process of filling up, I didn’t know. And that is where I was stuck, between this growing sense of wrongness in the back of my head and the practical reality that I had no idea of what was going on in my bladder. Between wanting to wear a diaper and wondering how I would be able to get through life at this point without one. Between the comfort of no longer fighting against my condition and the shame of seeing myself contrasted so sharply with my peers. Between the acceptance of what I'd allowed Mom to do to me since the start of the year, and the insistence of the social workers that it all was wrong. The hospital building loomed on the horizon with the sun setting directly behind it. I shielded my eyes as we entered the parking lot. I remembered the plethora of tests that Lisa had described undergoing as doctors worked to diagnose her own continence issues. How I’d attempted to bluff my way through a conversation with her by saying that I’d been through similar examinations. I recalled how I had snuck onto a computer at the school library, all the medical terms and theories about incontinence that I’d read. But I hadn’t undergone a single medical test since my issues had begun. The closest to a medical attempt Mom had made to treat my sister and I had been the laxatives, and there must have been some truth to that strategy as it had appeared to help my sister. The car came to a stop. Amanda turned off the ignition. Was I going to be poked, prodded, examined, tested? What could they tell me that I didn’t already know? What was going to be waiting for me in the hospital?

As with my previous stories, this one contains several elements inherent to the pre-established 'Diaper Dimension.' These include, but are not limited to: Diapers and their usage for their intended purpose Breastfeeding Non-consensual mental regression through various means (Including possible drugs, hypnosis, and/or surgery) References to surgery to achieve various nefarious goals Humiliation Giants, aka, Amazons or Bigs Predominantly female domination (some male) Babying of adults (perceived or otherwise) Experimentation on humans Kidnapping Coerced or manipulated actions through possible means of white lies, gas lighting, or incentives Mild language or use of explitives Depictions of death, illness, or handicaps Graphic imagery associated with any of these warnings This story has not been labeled as mature, due to a lack of specific references to anything overtly sexual, but this warning serves as a 'turn back' point for any readers who do not wish to read about the previous warnings. Lastly, this list is subject to change during the course of writing this story. While most of the plot is ironed out, more warnings may be added if needed. For those readers interested or do not care about the warnings listed, please enjoy the following story. Welcome back everyone! This tale will definitely be more of a traditional DD story (with this one actually being in the other dimension rather than a con), but I also made the decision to modify a few bits of my original plan since last year based on the feedback that I got with a few of my other stories. As such, some of this might feel a little reversing of time or the plot in some ways, but I promise that it will all add up in the end to a better story than I originally had. Also, as a warning, like the last one, some of this could be a bit meta, and while I think it works well, I thought I would at least point it out to you all here in the first chapter. Looking ahead, so far this story is about 16 chapters, but there may be more as I continue to write it all down and figure out a few later plot details more in depth. Additionally, I was originally debating on if I should start posting this story before or after my upcoming trip, but I decided to just post it beforehand. Therefore, next week, I will be leaving this story on a cliffhanger of sorts. When it comes, I will remind you all again of this planned pause. Also, just in case there is anyone reading this story who has not read my others, I would highly encourage you to check out the following link to the first story (The CONvention) in this planned trilogy. I explain a few things in the beginning of this story when they come up as a reminder, but reading my previous work would likely help explain a few things going on here a little better at the start. Link: https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/86499-the-convention-a-diaper-dimension-story-chapter-15-complete/ Next, speaking of sequels, in my last big post at the end of The Opening story, I mentioned that this would be the year of sequels, but since then, I have been looking over the myriad of stories that I could be writing and realized that some stories could be more desired by you all than others. While I absolutely want to write this one and the Tell Me More sequel at some point this year, I think I am going to give you all a chance for some feedback for what I do next. At the end of this story, I will lay out at least three new stories that I could work on next. Each will be something that I want to work on, so I can still be happy in all this, so no need to fret there, but I know some of my stories have been more popular than others, so if anyone has any strong feelings about the next story at that point, please just let me know then. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy the first chapter of my new story! Chapter 1: Welcome To Another World Falling. Tumbling. All at once, I could feel the void before me. I could see the pure nothingness below and all around me! Dropping. Plummeting. There was an emptiness in my stomach, a dryness in my throat, and itching over my skin. I was so scared. I wanted to cry but no tears would come. ‘Where was mommy?’ I tried to hold onto her hand, but it was no use. She slipped away from me, and I was all alone. Vulnerable. Terrified. More falling, tumbling, and hurtling through the void of space. ‘I’m so scared! I’m going to be lost to this nothingness without mommy. Where is she? Where’s my mommy? Why has she left me? Why… wait…’ In all the confusion and chaos surrounding me completely, one thing actually started to become oddly clearer: my mind. It was as if I had been dunked into the icy waters of Maine for a polar bear swim in the early mornings like I did at camp one summer, but I wasn’t in pain… at least not in the typical sense. I still felt very alone and frightened, but I just felt suddenly clearer. I didn’t even need to push myself to get there. It was just… there like it was oddly the most natural thing in the world. Almost like the sediment settling into a glass… ‘But mommy…’ I shook my head as the universe of colors swarmed around me. ‘No… not mommy… her… Samantha… we were at the convention and then… oh god!’ I panicked as I saw the emptiness around me once more with my now clearer head and felt the magnitude of what I had just done. This woman that I had just met… I had followed her and had clearly left Earth, and right then, I felt like my senses as well. Now, I was tumbling through whatever all this murky darkness and swirls of colors was. It was all blinding and all nothingness at the same time, but ahead of me, just out of reach, something was clear. It took a moment for my eyes to make sense of it, but I realized it was an opening in all this. No. Not an opening. More like a tear, but still… it seemed the way out of all this mess. Fortunately, whether I willed it or not, the sucking and plummeting happening all around my body were pulling me towards that one direction. Still, in utter panic, I shut my eyes for fear of being eviscerated or atomized into nothingness. Then, all at once, the plummeting stopped. My feet touched solid ground. I opened my eyes, but I wished I had kept them closed. After all that, I never would have believed that thought would have ever entered my head, but there it was. When I first opened my eyes, I thought I was dreaming… hallucinating… something, but every time I tried to rub my eyes, the sight before me just wouldn’t vanish. There, only a few feet away, was still Samantha, Chelsea, Ditzy, Derek, and Luna, but something was massively different about at least a few of them. As I stepped back slightly to the now solid wall at my back, I tilted my head up toward Samantha and my pacifier just dropped out of my mouth. Now, she had been maybe a little taller than me before, but now… she easily was almost double my height. I felt nauseous. I wanted to pass out… or to wake up from this whole odd nightmare or fever dream, but my body wasn’t allowing me. Samantha’s hand, now clutching onto mine once more, wasn’t allowing me to. “Easy, there, sweetie,” she cooed from above. I awed in her presence before, but now, I felt like an ant… a child… Chelsea chuckled from nearby. “I think you might need to help him out there a bit, Sam. Some Littles lose some or all of their mental blocks coming through from the meds… though, I don’t think I can say exactly the same for these two, huh?” She then bent over herself to the smaller figures of Ditzy and Derek before her and smiled widely. “Isn’t that right?” she babyishly cooed at the two. “I think mommy very much still has her two little toe munchers!” With my now more alert brain, I could only stare in shock as the two just giggled along right along with her demeanor normally reserved for children. Of course, we had all just come from a con where one of the main goals was to be treated younger, but this just felt different. Maybe it was the size difference now and the real sense of power that Chelsea and Samantha now exuded in their significantly taller bodies, but all I knew was that it downright unnerved me to my core. Terrified, I turned around to face the tear where I had just come from. Despite backing up into a solid wall moments ago, I still hoped that somehow, I was wrong. As I turned though, a lump formed in my throat as whatever had pulled me into this world was now gone. Now, it was just a large and firm white concrete wall that stretched up at least 50 feet to the ceiling overhead, only being interrupted by a few outlying thick metal cables that similarly wrapped around most of the rest of the large room we were in. The shadows on the wall before me then shifted, and I was worried that something was about to eat me in this strange new world. I mean, after all, I had just come through some void portal type thing and three people I had come to know pretty well were suddenly at least two feet or more taller. Horrifyingly, the thought of some alien monster eating me whole right then didn’t seem so farfetched. When I spun back around to see who or what it was, ready for the worst though, I saw that it was just Samantha crouching down from her high-up position to look at me more directly now as a comforting parent might do to their child. “Hey there, honey. I know this all must be a lot all at once but let me explain a few things. You…” I crossed my arms and glared at her. “Forget it.” I felt like my trust had been betrayed by this woman now before me. Maybe it was whatever she had given me, but I thought I knew her well enough to embarrassingly call her ‘mommy.’ Now though, I felt like it was all a lie and that I had now been almost kidnapped in a way to another strange world. From my single moment of defiance to her, Samantha seemed more stunned than anything else and there was just a moment of silence between us for a moment afterward. It was quickly broken however when both of us could clearly hear someone clearing their throat. Samantha and I looked to the culprit nearby. “I could help if you wanted, sis,” Chelsea slyly offered with her still-sinister eyes staring at me up and down like a predator would do to their next meal. “I wouldn’t mind taking this one in and showing them the rules of this world. You know how I am with Lit…” “I’ve got this!” Samantha quickly spoke up, silencing her sister. “Now, just attend to your own. You’ve already done enough by bringing your own Littles along in the first place. I don’t need you mucking up another Little.” Her words were cold and calculating and I could still sense the tension that I had witnessed between the two before we left. ‘What was going on between them now?’ I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but Samantha swiftly turned her attention back to me. As soon as she met my gaze, her frown then quickly evaporated. “Sorry about her. She can be a bit… much. I guess I should know having lived with her and all when we were little… Oh boy, did we have some fights…” she chuckled to herself. She was clearly trying to ease the tension that I was giving off, but I wasn’t having it. I was terrified in my own way, but I didn’t want to show this vulnerability to her… this… giantess. With my mind clearer now than before, I wanted to punch her squarely in the face. Sure, I had some desire to be treated like this… there were even a few stories I had read that played out this very scenario… but that’s all they were. They were just my fantasies. To be here now staring up at this woman, even when she was crouched, who seemed to now be nearly twice my height… I wasn’t amused or swayed by her efforts. I guess my poker face wasn’t up to snuff and that all my feelings were highly evident to her. As such, Samantha’s own smile soon faded. “I’m guessing that you’re definitely all you then… am I right?” I swiftly nodded and she sighed deeply. “I was afraid of that happening. It’s always a risk we take when we bring any of you all back, but in an odd way… I’m kind of glad.” I thought I could see something else behind her eyes… like the gears of her mind were already turning, but I still barely knew this woman in hindsight. She was amazing at the con, but now, all that had changed. She hadn’t exactly lied to me, but now, I felt that anything that I knew about her before all this, couldn’t be trusted… doubly so with what she told me. With my mind back, I felt like we were starting all over. Still though… I couldn’t help but feel an odd connection with her. That being said, Samantha started back up before I could dwell on those thoughts any longer. “You know, this way, we’ll actually be able to talk to each other,” she said, clearly trying to smile her way back into my heart. Frustratingly, it was working a little. “It means a few other things might be a bit more difficult, but this could actually help with everything…” She then trailed off a bit. I almost wanted to know what was running through her head right now, and what she meant by ‘help,’ but the sound of approaching footsteps quickly broke my thoughts. Samantha immediately stood back up and seemed to take an almost defensive position in front of me. Looking behind the rest of our group, from the thud of boots on the ground, I could see another group rapidly approaching us in formation. They seemed organized and nearly flawless in their appearance, but each also carried an intensity of coiled-up power that could have struck at any moment. To be honest, even beyond their size, it alone definitely intimidated me a bit. Once they got right in front of us, they all stopped at the same time and the person at the front of the three columns of these new giants stepped forward. “By the authority of the Academy of Extra Dimensional Travel, I want to welcome you all back, or for some of you, here for the first time. First, before anything though, you need to go through decontamination.” She then clapped her hands and the ranks behind her began to disperse and descend upon us. A few of the more intimidating members of the group in dark uniforms stayed behind though. As the members drew nearer, the man spoke once more and now directed himself to both Chelsea and Samantha directly. “Also, you two will be briefed as well. Be sure to tell them everything. And I mean everything.” I felt a tiny spark of fear travel up my spine, but, neither Chelsea nor Samantha looked shocked at all by all this, so I guessed this was probably just protocol. Still though, I didn’t want to be separated from the one grounding force in my life. She may have lied, omission or otherwise, but she was still a stable figure in all this madness and chaos. So, maybe out of instinct or something more in the back of the lingering feelings for her in my heart from the con, I edged closer to Samantha’s side. At first, she seemed shocked by my near childish actions, but she only looked down on me tenderly when I bumped into her leg. “It’s okay, Percy. These people just want to help you out… make sure you’re not sick or that you’ll get others sick here. We’ll see each other soon. Promise. Just go with them and do what they say.” Her words were just that at this point with how I was feeling, but it was still a promise that I could bottle up and hold onto for the time being as the masked and gowned individuals rapidly approached all around us. Acknowledging what she just said, and to ensure no one thought that I was going to be a problem, I just nodded my head and waited for further instructions. The last thing I needed was to insight insurrection or rebellion in an unknown world without any means of escape. So, as I figured, the gowned and masked figures soon separated our group cleanly into three sets. Luna went with one set of the masked and gowned figures, Chelsea and Samantha with another, and Ditzy, Derek, and I went with yet another. It was the first time I could see the separations of our group solely by our height, but it definitely wouldn’t be the last. To my utter chagrin though, my group was the shortest and it immediately became clear to me what our new captors of a sort thought about us. Coming only up to their stomachs at best, I knew we likely appeared to be children to these giants, but I hated the assumption. Still, I felt pretty confident that I was in what I could assume to be a hostile nation, so I still remained quiet and non-threatening. See, I had seen plenty of TV over the years to know that being in a hostile nation, one had to think about the enemy constantly. Samantha seemed like a good person, but I also worried that Chelsea could be more of the usual type around here with their species. So, as such, I needed to keep my mental abilities a secret for now and just comply with everything that they threw at me. With any luck, it could throw them off balance when I decided to strike and escape, or, if nothing else, my more passive state could allow me to gleam information from them when they thought I was no more mentally aware than my companions. Even if I did slip a little bit, even hiding half my natural mental so psychological abilities could prove useful in the long run. Speaking of my companions, as the masked and gowned personnel escorted off to one hallway, a few in front of us and a few behind, I tried to get either Ditzy’s or Derek’s attention. Curiously enough, while Ditzy seemed to just be enraptured in the moment, Derek just looked more confused than anything. Ditzy didn’t seem aware of what was happening in the slightest, but Derek… he almost seemed like he knew something was wrong, but just didn’t quite have enough mental power to be able to comprehend it all. So, I tried to talk with my friend to see if I could move his thoughts along to become an ally over here. “Derek… Derek…” I whispered. I didn’t want these giants leading and following us to hear that I had the ability reason or command others… at least not yet that is. “Derek… you okay buddy? You in there? Come on, man.” He looked at me quickly but then almost fumbled over his own shoes in his distracted state. I quickly caught my buddy, but besides his accident there, the subtle hiss I heard from nearby alerted me to the fact that he could do little else for him now beyond those types of small things. It was now clear to me that, at least for the time being, I couldn’t rely on him. Sighing, and determined to at least view all my options, I then turned my attention to Ditzy. I hoped that maybe there was something I could get out of her… some hidden spark of life in her head, but instead, she just cooed and smiled at me. At one point before the people in front of us stopped, I saw her make an angry face, and I thought that maybe she was coming to her senses, but I was only rewarded with a small fart coming from her rear… or at least that’s all I hoped it was. “Hold here,” the head of our new group announced as he stopped along a corridor. Ditzy and Derek didn’t seem to warrant his words and only stopped when a few of the other gowned and masked people around us stopped them physically. Derek looked confused and Ditzy just giggled. “Right…” the man said before then heavily sighing. “Not sure if you Littles even know what I’m saying, but just follow those who help you out and be prepared to be processed through these doors.” He then nodded to the rest of those around us. “Cleaners? Go to work.” Immediately, the gowned and masked ‘cleaners’ around us then split us up individually. Derek whimpered and Ditzy whined sadly for a moment, but the cleaners seemed to be used to this type of reaction and quickly distracted them both as they were then each guided into their own separate rooms. Then, the cleaners nearest to me swooped in and started to guide me forward as well. While I couldn’t see their mouths due to the masks, I could see the look of tension immediately turn to relief when I didn’t cry out or put up a fight against them. ‘Should I have?’ I wasn’t sure if that would maintain my cover better or not, but regardless, the two cleaners then escorted me into my own room. Inside was mostly tile with a large box-shaped glass shower in one corner. A few nozzles and a drain made up the rest of the shower while storage bins lined the walls next to it. With some appreciated gentleness on their part, the man and woman cleaner guided me into the room. Seeing the shower, I guess it should have been obvious, but I was still surprised when they began to strip off my clothing. “Oh? It looks like one of the recruiters might have claimed this one, Jimmy,” the woman remarked as she viewed my diaper, one which I couldn’t now clearly see wasn’t one I recognized at all from the numerous sellers back at the con. “Why do they always do that? I mean, claim them before anyone else?” Jimmy shrugged. “Who knows, Nance? We’re cleaners and not recruiters, so we only see the aftermath of all they or the hunters do, even when we go over there. Still though,” he paused and looked me over, “this one is a bit of a cutie. I mean, look at this thing.” Jimmy then pulled out my stuffed tiger, Stripe. I didn’t want to be that person here, but I also really wanted to give him a squeeze. It could have been viewed as a weakness or giving into how they likely already viewed me, but in times where one is stripped to nothing but their diaper and socks and staring at a shower, which could only mean one thing next, one tends to want the small comforts in their lives. “Very cute,” Nancy replied. “Put it back though. All this needs to be decontaminated officially. Down the hatch like usual, Jimmy.” I didn’t want to, but I just couldn’t help it. A tiny whimper escaped from the back of my throat. Both instantly looked at me. I wished I could say that’s all that happened, but my emotions were still in flux, so I was realizing just how little control I still had over some of my actions, feeling so vulnerable and even maybe still being affected a bit by whatever Samantha had given me at the con. “Please… not Stripe.” “Ah,” Jimmy began as he smirked a bit, “so you can talk. I was wondering that, but don’t worry little one. He just needs to get cleaned. Just like you.” Nancy then put a foreign but oddly reassuring warm hand on my shoulder. “Yeah. By the time you’re on your way out of here, he’ll be right there with you.” I still didn’t want him to leave, being one of the seemingly last tethers here in this new world to my old life back on Earth, but I just nodded. “Perfect,” Jimmy noted as he put Stripe back in my backpack. He then walked over to the side of the room and opened what looked like a mail slot chute and dropped my clothing and backpack down it. After the chute clanged shut, he turned back around and began to walk toward the shower and popped it on. Steam soon began to fill up the room. Nancy then used her still warm and comforting hands to face me toward her. “Now… Percy, right?” I nodded, quickly wondering how this virtual stranger knew my name. “Good. I know all this must be a little scary, but we just need to clean you up and make sure you don’t get anyone over here sick or anything, okay?” “Okay…” I said quietly. ‘Why was I so shy around everyone now? I wasn’t exactly the social butterfly back home, but I could have at least put up some resistance to these people… was I still changed from whatever Samantha had given me?’ I didn’t want to think about it, so I just turned back to the reassuring smile of Nancy in front of me. “Alright then. Take these first.” She then handed me a few pills, and oddly enough, I took them without question. Nancy only smiled back. “Very good, Percy. They’ll help with your inside cleansing. Now, we need to get your outsides cleaned.” She then bent down and looked directly into my eyes. “I know some of you might be a little shy around some of this still, but just take a few breaths for me. I promise… I don’t want to hurt you.” Still nervous, I did as she asked, but I also wondered why she was asking me to do tha… ‘Oh!’ With clearly practiced precision, Nancy quickly ripped off my diaper in nearly one large pull. My hands immediately shot to my front and Nancy and Jimmy just chuckled but still said nothing. I blushed about as hard as I could, but just complied and steadied myself against her when Nancy then removed my socks and backed me up toward the shower. “Okay. In you get now.” I looked behind me and it honestly looked just like any normal high-end shower, though slightly peculiar as the two near-giants before me flanked it on either side. I still wasn’t sure what to make of all these people’s heights compared to mine, but with the water fully steaming now and looking ever-so inviting, I stepped in. Both Nancy and Jimmy smiled and closed the door to seal me inside under the relaxing waters. The glass walls of the shower were quickly fogging up, but I could still make out the forms at my eye level of both the cleaners outside. “Okay. Now, we need to give you a good scrubbing with some special suds. It’s tear-free and all but it will get down into your pores,” Jimmy announced from above. I wanted to ask so many other questions, but the water slightly drowned me out and two large scrub brushes soon descended onto my body and began rubbing me everywhere. At first, it almost felt luxuriating, but the brushes did their work well… almost too well. My skin became extremely sensitive under the hot water and somehow, I could feel the soapsuds almost seeping into my skin in real-time. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant… just uncomfortable in some strange way. Soon, however, the scrubbing stopped and after a moment of being soaked once more by the hot water, Jimmy turned off the shower. Nancy then opened the door and held a giant fluffy light blue towel open in both her hands. “Okay, sweetie. Let’s get you dry and dressed, shall we?” I was still very conscious of my naked form, so I practically dove headfirst into the towel, much to the amusement of Nancy and Jimmy. Then, after a brief toweling, I felt almost miraculously dry, and I was soon guided to another door in the room. Entering through, I couldn’t believe my eyes over what I was witnessing before me. I guess I should have guessed a room like this was coming eventually with all that I had seen, but a nursery seemingly built to your size as if you were an actual toddler… it was something else to behold entirely. Sure, the con had some amazing stuff, but baring a few outliers, almost everyone was within a foot height-wise of each other. Here though, with the giants all around me and the nursery being just about my size… it was nearly overwhelming. “Keep going, Percy. We need to get you dressed and all,” Nancy coaxed my stunned form, guiding me further into the room. Then, I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised either when I was quickly led to a changing table, where I then noticed that both Ditzy and Derek were also lying on their own now. I wanted to call out to them, but Derek still seemed confused from this angle as a thick diaper was pulled up between his legs, so I thought better of it. Ditzy fussed for a moment herself, but then was quickly distracted by a set of dangling multi-color plastic keys. So, once again, I knew I couldn’t be too reliant on my compatriots for any measure of comfort or even simple interaction. Nancy then righted herself to the changing table and faced me. “Alright, up we go!” she cheered. Then, without any other warning, she tightly gripped me under my armpits and hoisted me right onto the changing table. If this wasn’t a tiny part of some fantasy of mine coming true, I’d be lying, but I also would be massively lying to say that I wasn’t scared at the same time. Still, as Nancy pushed me down and secured a belt over my naked chest, I had little time to ponder such opposites. “Jimmy… how about you go get the pre-prepared Little clothing ready. I’m thinking the blue stripe romper for this one and the rest will just be the standard outgoing.” Jimmy nodded and went to the other side of the room. Nancy then switched her attention back to me. “Okay… you just lie still, Percy, and all this will be over really quick, okay?” I nodded and prayed silently that she was right. The next few minutes then became a series of me shutting my eyes really tight until Nancy started some new process and would cause my eyes to bulge open and a whimper would escape my mouth. First, it was when she pulled the towel away. Second, was when she started wiping me down. Third, was when she hoisted my legs up in the air. Fortunately, true to her word, the change was soon over, and I was face-to-face with another thick diaper taped about my waist. “Geez, you here what they did, Pepper?” one of the other cleaners asked. “No. What, Trevor?” Pepper asked, clearly intrigued. “These Littles…” Trevor continued. “Their mommies stole them from the Academy’s possession quota and went over their designated standard recruitment numbers. I heard the field cleaners today had to do a lot just to accommodate their screw up. Mark my words, heads are going to roll. You think…” “I think you all should mind your own business,” Nancy quickly interjected between the two. “This one might still be with us mentally and all. You know how Littles are here… you never know what they might say back to anyone here. Including you-know-who…” Pepper and Trevor’s mouths hung open for a second before they then quickly snapped back to Ditzy and Derek as they finished their own changing process. The room then remained deathly silent with the thinly veiled threat that Nancy had made. “Here you are, Nancy,” Jimmy said, breaking the silence after coming back over with my new clothing. Nancy quickly took them. “Yes, thank you, Jimmy. How about you go check on his other items we sent to decontamination, and I finish up here?” Jimmy only nodded and scampered off out of the room. Nancy once again turned her attention back to me, and in only a few minutes, she was attaching the last strap of my shoes across my feet. Nancy then helped me down and led me out through yet another set of doors. This time, they led to another corridor and then out to a massive lobby. The ceiling shimmered in reflective glass and marble columns interspersed the area between accents of cooper and brass. It was all very impressive and a smidge intimidating. While walking before all that though, I couldn’t help but wonder what Trevor was talking about from earlier with Samantha and Chelsea. From my almost Swiss cheese memories right before we stepped through whatever all that was to come here, I knew that Samantha had been upset at Chelsea about something. I couldn’t remember what exactly, but I knew an angry tone of voice when I heard one. As we then waited in the lobby for a moment, I pondered this exact thing further. It was strange almost with how I felt about Samantha. On the one hand, she had drugged me and taken me without my complete and sober consent, but on the other… she was someone who had at least seemed to care about me. It might have all just been her own caring way or simply have been a way to get me here I will admit, but at the same time, my options were limited in the number of people I could actually rely on. As Ditzy exited first, her fingers partially exploring her own mouth with the utmost glee, her whole presence and even the short pink dress she was wearing essentially confirmed that my allies were slim to none around here… particularly if you counted those who could still speak. I didn’t have to fully like or submit to Samantha mind you, but as far as allies went, I knew she was my best bet of maybe eventually going back home… or at least not getting snatched away and making this whole situation even worse than it already was. I mean, that’s how these things always went. Stupid main character gets in over their head and winds up kidnapped and regressed. It was me almost verbatim, except that I had already been ‘kidnapped’ of a sort. I didn’t want to repeat the whole thing with someone I didn’t even know, so I just moved awkwardly out of the view of a few of the more intense giant lookers. Since I had come here, I had noticed them, but here in the lobby, I was getting very uncomfortable under their stares. Fortunately, after all that, our wait didn’t last too much longer, and we were soon joined by the rest of the group and the cleaners soon departed back into the building. As soon as Chelsea and Samantha arrived though, our crowd grew exponentially, and the pair were bombarded by a hoard of questions from other giants in the lobby. “How are you two?” “How was the trip?” Did Shitake… no, Shawshank… no, shish kabob… you know what I mean… did it go okay?” “Are these your Littles?” Which ones are yours, Chelsea, or yours, Samantha?” “Why do they seem so… wait, did you perform a Code Zero on them already?” Did you all break the rules again?” “What about the rest of us?” “Don’t we deserve our own Littles as well?” It was all frankly almost too overwhelming. With Samantha, my one coherent even remote semblance of an ally nearby, I soon shyly and yes, even childishly hid behind her legs for some measure of comfort against all these giants. She too was wearing something different, this time sporting just some slacks and a blouse, but her comforting presence remained as strong as ever. Fortunately, right as I could tell that the crowd was definitely getting to Ditzy and Derek, two more people entered the fray. “Alright, alright. Back it up!” Luna announced. “Yes!” the red head followed. “I know you all have several questions for two of our most esteemed recruiters, but that will need to come later.” The crowd audibly groaned. “Yes, yes. Big disappointment I know, but we will let you all know when you can ask your questions later. For now, just go back about your business.” The crowd seemed visibly frustrated, but then quickly dispersed after that and the two nearly twirled back around to our group. “Thank you, Luna. You were very good,” Samantha praised. “Thank you, Samantha, but Harriet here should get the real credit,” Luna said, gesturing over to the red head beside her. “She did the real moving. You all know how that’s not really who I am.” The red head blushed a bit. “Oh stop, Luna. You’re just as good. I just wanted to help out Samantha and Chelsea. Nothing anyone else wouldn’t do.” Samantha smiled back at her. “Perhaps, but you are a very good assistant to us, Harriet. You’ll make an excellent recruiter one day when you graduate.” “Better than me at least…” Chelsea scoffed, now currently playing with Ditzy’s hair, much to my friends clear and drooling delight. “Hmmm…” Samantha said, clearly still not amused with her sister. “You know… you could at least try to act like…” Everyone then stopped and turned back around as soon as we heard the thudding of multiple footsteps once again. I was half expecting it to be more cleaners, but instead, only a crowd of very forceful individuals were now marching our way, now all dressed in the dark uniforms I had seen earlier with the cleaners group. Two were dressed in judges’ robes while the rest just wore some type of professional attire. “Recruiter 99 and 108?” “Yes?” Chelsea and Samantha asked nearly at the same time, both clearly looking a little nervous to whoever this person speaking was. The uptight woman then moved closer and stared both of them down, being at least half a foot easily over both of them. “It is my duty today to take you both into custody. Judge security… arrest them.” To my horror, several security guard-looking people descended onto both Chelsea and Samantha. Chaos then ensued. Luna and Harriet tried to defend the two and demanded an explanation of the charges. Ditzy and Derek began to freak out over losing their caregiver so abruptly. Chelsea may not have been my favorite person, but in their regressed states, she was practicality Ditzy’s and Derek’s whole world now. As for me, I watched as my one true confidant and person most likely to help me, was taken away in cuffs. To say that I began to panic in my own way was a massive understatement. “What are the charges?” Luna pleadingly asked as their friends and mentors were taken away. “Tell us right now,” Harriet demanded. “I’m part of this Academy and I know our rights. They are both recruiters and deserve to know why they are being detained by your forces.” There was a hushed silence amongst the group. Both Chelsea and Samantha looked surprised by their assistant’s sudden declaration, but seemingly also relieved as well. Finally, the lead guard stepped forward. “Maybe for graduated members,” she sneered at Harriet, “but you aren’t one of those, are you?” Harriet’s head dipped and shook back and forth. “That’s what I thought. I might have made an exception for you lot, given the family history and all, but, not today. They pushed it too far this time.” Luna stepped up, and despite them being at least over a foot taller than me now, unlike Harriet, they still had to look up at the lead guard. “Please… will there be a trial at least? For the Littles… and their mother…” Curiously, as soon as they finished their plea, the guard seemed to quickly soften. It occurred right about as Luna said ‘mother,’ but it had to be her sympathies for us… right? And not just some outside lady connected to them? Regardless, the lead guard sighed. “Very well… I can at least inform you all of a trial.” She then reached into her jacket and pulled out a single red envelope that she then handed to Harriet. Harriet took it with hauntingly trembling fingers. “Read this later. It will explain it all… and your role in it.” Harriet and Luna suddenly seemed devastated, but both still nodded. Seemingly satisfied, the lead guard snapped, and the guards began taking Chelsea and Samantha away. Chelsea seemed to just struggle, but Samantha turned around as she was being escorted out of the lobby. “Stay strong and safe,” she called out back to us. “Listen to Harriet and Luna. They’ll keep you safe!” Then, just like that, she disappeared behind a large bronze door. It quickly slammed and the lobby filled with its terrible thunder. Then, there was nothing but silence and the continued whimpers coming from both Ditzy and Derek. Luna seemed to notice this and shook off whatever the red envelope meant and began to console both of them, which quickly evolved into a full-on hug. To be honest, I felt a little left out, but I don’t think I was quite ready to forgive Luna for their deception of us quite yet. Though, from their saddened and panicked face, I felt like at that moment, they needed the hug just as much as the two regressed individuals before them. After a moment, Harriet then placed her hand on their shoulder and Luna broke the hug. Both stared at the red envelope, but Harriet’s watch soon dinged and broke both of their heavy and concentrated faces. Harriet’s eyes bulged out as she looked at the message on her watch. “Oh! That’s her now. We need to get out of here and explain everything right away. She’s going to want to know everything!” Luna nodded. “Right…” They suddenly seemed hesitant. “How do you think she’ll take the news?” Harriet sighed as she began to shuffle us all out of where we were in the lobby. “Not well on one hand I think, but she’s also a professional and a realist. Once she sees and hears what they did, she’ll understand on one level at least… especially given her… history.” “That’s a fair point,” Luna nodded before getting behind Ditzy and pulling her away from another, us-sized individual. Regrettably, they seemed much more like Ditzy and Derek than of my own mental awareness. It wasn’t a good sign of the world I was now about to fully enter. Before leaving the lobby, we all then passed by a single almost coat check-like area by the entrance. I wondered why we were there of all places in a moment like this where everything seemed to be in utter chaos and a worst-case scenario type of situation. After a panicky moment though, I then saw the backpack I had brought with me in coming to this world. To my relief right then, I knew that we were getting our stuff back, but more importantly for my own sake, I was also about to get Stripe back as well. It was at that point that I realized something big that shook me to my core. In essence, I had just lost the one person who could have helped me escape back home. I wasn’t ready to trust Luna quite yet, I didn’t know Harriet at all or had even seen the person we were about to meet, and for all their charm and apparent happiness, Ditzy and Derek were about as helpful to my returning home as Stripe was. Still, as we waited for our items to be checked out and I saw more of all these giants staring at me, I made do with what I had at the time. Luna was shorter than practically everyone else of the upper height category of beings, but I knew I was in desperate need of a protector of some kind around here in this strange land. Maybe Harriet could be that way one day, but for now, I just edged behind Luna’s legs in safety. They weren’t much, but they were something in a land where I had almost nothing now. The clerk chuckled at my actions, but I paid her no mind… I had much more serious concerns on my hands now. In moments, we would meet another person in all this mess and leave the very building that could get me back home. I was on a new and foreign planet, and while such wonders could lie just outside the doors behind us, as another giant looked at me rather uncomfortably and dragged their own glazed-looking me-sized person behind them, I could only worry with great unease over what my future was to be now for the foreseeable future. Distressingly, something told me that I was about to embark on a very rocky road ahead.

Chapter 16: Teasing Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess Charlie had placed me in the playpen with a bottle of juice, dressed in an adorable pink onesie with little hearts all over it, and left to go to her meeting. All alone, apart from the TV playing some cute little-safe baby movie, I stared down at the thick padding between my legs. It had been about twenty minutes since she left, and I was pretty sure I was already wet. It was hard to tell I was going due to the effects of the milk, but it did feel warmer down there shortly after, so I was pretty sure I had used my nappy again. I tried to play with the toys, to lose myself in my baby headspace, but I found it harder than usual. Just yesterday, I was in the House of Commons, ranting at all the other Amazons, whilst being broadcast on live TV… and now here I was, sucking on a dummy and playing with toys in a playpen. At least this was consensual. I tried my best to enjoy the toys splayed around the playpen. Dollies, blocks, colouring books… nothing was distracting me enough right now though. I couldn’t help but think about what all the papers and news shows were saying about me… what the public were saying about me because Charlie banned me from looking online, putting a child lock on my phone. This restriction prevented me from connecting to the internet to see what was going on, but still allowed me to make phone calls and receive them, just in case something happened and I needed to contact her. She also left the remote control for the TV just out of reach outside the playpen so I couldn’t change the channel, meaning I was stuck in this colourful plastic prison with no way to check the news. Thankfully, I got a text on my phone and frantically crawled on my tummy across the playpen towards where I last left it, on top of one of my teddy bears. Picking it up, I saw a text from Sarah. Sarah: Hey hun. Was told I’m not allowed to talk about what’s going on in the news, but wanted to check in on you, make sure you’re doing okay. Let me know xxx I smiled that she cared enough to check in on me, but it also made me panic a little inside that if she was banned from talking about the news… it must be bad. I knew better than to try and convince her to tell me though, as Charlie would have been really stern and there’s no way Sarah would betray her. Even if I’m the one who is supposed to be her best friend… Liv: I’m okay. Just having some relaxing time in my safe space. With me being an MP now, we figured it was safer, just in case someone managed to check our phones, to allude to the fact that we liked all this baby stuff. So baby time became ‘relaxing time’ and ‘safe space’ meant playpen or nursery. Sarah: That’s a good idea. You had a stressful day yesterday. You sure you’re doing okay though? Liv: Yeah. Just… stressed. Worried about everyone’s reaction. Don’t worry, I won’t press you for info, I know Charlie’s probably warned you. Sarah: Yeah she did. So I’m not saying if it’s good or bad out there. Liv: Grrr. Fine. Anyway, tell Charlie to get back home, I need a hug. Sarah: Oh? Liv: She’s popping in at the hospital on the way home, to see Eve about… something, so you’ll probably see her before I do. Sarah: That was an ominous ‘something’... Liv: It’s nothing. I’ll talk to you about it next time I see you. I didn’t want to give away that I had lost all potty control and was currently craving the taste of Amazon breast milk over text. I felt that that conversation was much more suited for an in-person discussion. Mostly because I can then glare at them when they no doubt start teasing me. Charlie got home right on time, no later than she promised, and found me playing with blocks in the playpen, behaving perfectly. “D’aww… there’s my little princess…” She cooed at me as she bent over the playpen walls. “Hi Mummy!” I turned around and waved at her in a very child-like manner. “Hi Angel. How’ve you been? Have you been good?” “I’ve been super duper good!” I replied, clapping my hands together excitedly. “As always, and for that, I think my little one deserves a treat…” “A treat? What treat?” I shot up to my knees, I love treats. “I was thinking of going out for a meal later tonight. My treat.” “But… But I thought we were going to keep a low profile since I got suspended?” “Don’t worry, we’ll just go to Luigi’s. I booked the whole restaurant again.” She smiled at me. “Again? But what about the other customers? Isn’t it a bit selfish?” “We want privacy and not to be hounded after your little stunt in the commons. So if you want to eat out, we need to take precautions.” “I guess. So that’s later tonight, what are we doing for the rest of the afternoon then?” I asked, kinda wanting to get out of this outfit. Sure, I loved my baby time. I loved feeling small and loved and cute. I love the helplessness I get… but in bursts. Also… I kinda got bored in the playpen, being all alone, and my headspace kinda… went. I was ready to be adult Olivia again. “I was thinking… you can carry on playing in the playpen with your toys whilst I watch TV.” Charlie suggested. Normally, I’d just agree to make her happy, but right now I needed a change desperately and I was really wanting to get out of these baby clothes and snuggle up with my wife for the afternoon. So I looked up at her with my cutest face, ready to plead. “How about we snuggle on the sofa instead?” I suggested. “I can always take snuggles with my baby…” “I was talking more… snuggling with my wife rather than Mummy.” “Oh but I’m always your Mummy…” “And you’re also my wife…” I rolled my eyes at her. “How about you can talk like a big girl… but you stay dressed like that.” Charlie suggested. “Why? Can’t I just be an adult?” “You look too cute, sweetheart. Let Mummy enjoy it a bit longer. You can dress up like an adult later for dinner, okay? Let me enjoy this.” I knew I wasn’t going to win. I was too much of a people pleaser. Well no… I was too much of a Charlie-pleaser. “Fine. But no baby treatment, ‘kay?” Charlie reached into the playpen and put her hands around my waist, effortlessly lifting me up into the air and pulling me close to her chest. Carrying me over to the sofa, she crashed down on her back with her head landing on the cushion, all whilst still clutching me in her arms. “Right, comfy baby?” She checked with me. “Not baby…” I growled, sticking my tongue out at her. “Sorry… my big girl…” “Better!” I beamed. “Good. How about we binge watch that new series until we need to get ready?” “That sounds good!” I replied, resting my head on Charlie’s chest, listening to her heartbeat as she grabbed the remote control from nearby and switched on the TV. “Do I really have to wear this nappy?” I whined to my wife as she proceeded to get ready. She had decided that she’d help me get dressed first for our dinner date tonight, before getting ready herself, and during that task she had also decided that I needed to be padded still. I get that I was still having accidents after the milk issue, but… I wanted some adult time with my wife, and this nappy was not helping! She hadn’t put me in a waddler or crawler nappy, though because of the slightly thinner padding she had insisted on packing a couple of changes for me in her handbag. Sadly, there was no arguing with her, as I knew she was right… and she’s stubborn like this. If she decides something is best… it’s hard to change her mind. It’s part of the reason I love her, but it can be a bit frustrating when you know she’s wrong. At least this time she’s right, so I can’t fault her for the decision she made. “Yes baby… sorry… sweetie. We don’t want you having an accident on that dress you made. It’s one of my favourites.” Charlie replied. Admiring myself in the mirror, doing a little twirl as my wife did her makeup, I had to agree with her on this. This was definitely one of my favourite creations too. A slinky little black shoulder dress that hugged my curves perfectly all the way down to the ankles where it flowed outwards, this was definitely one of my top five creations. And despite it hugging my curves, it didn’t show off the nappy underneath it, so I could at least allow myself to relax a bit and not be anxious all night that someone will be able to tell I’m wearing one. Even if we’re going to an empty restaurant, I can’t guarantee we won’t see any Amazons we don’t know, who may use a visible nappy as an excuse to humiliate me… or worse. “Fine. I see you’re wearing that white dress I made you…” “Of course. It’s special. You made it. And I love it. Still nowhere near as much as I love you!” Blushing, I waddled slightly across the room, to my wife, where I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face into her shoulder from behind her. “I love you too.” I whispered. “Good, because I wasn’t sure.” She joked. “Oh, so the wedding ring didn’t convince you? Or the big fancy wedding we had? Or the fact that we went on that big elaborate adventure together?” I said, playing along with her little joke. “Oh that? I just thought you were being nice…” Her grin widened. So I let go of her and pushed her gently, in a playful way. “Shuuuuuuush! You know I love you!” “Of course I do, my love. Don’t worry, I don’t think anything could split us apart. Not even the end of the world could.” “Don’t jinx it! I swear, if the world starts to end now you’ve said that… you owe me ice cream!” “Oh I do, do I? But I was going to get you ice cream for dessert tonight…” “Ah, but I don’t want ice cream now. I want it later.” I replied, sounding just like a little brat. “When the world is ending?” “Yeah, exactly! Ice cream is end-of-the-world food, not romantic date food.” “Okay… so what’s ‘romantic date food’.” “Cake, obviously. With you feeding me bites of it.” “I thought you didn’t want the baby treatment…” “I don’t! Not tonight, but if Amazon adults can do it with each other, why can’t the two of us?” “Because you’d be seen as a baby…” “Exactly! And tonight we’ll have the restaurant to ourselves. Just make sure you don’t tease me whilst you feed me and everything will be fine!” “But what if I want to tease you… that way?” “Oh… umm…” My face turned bright red as Charlie gave me a sultry look, indicating some very fun… very adult fun… was a possibility tonight. “I guess maybe it depends on the kind of teasing…” “Yeah… I thought so…” She grinned. ======================================================= Also if you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! (Sorry for the reminder again, trying to get my subscribers back after the Patreon rubbish!) Hoping to start the new SubscribeStar exclusive short stories with a trial run in January! if the first commission goes well, I'll see how many I can handle per month (thinking about 2 per month. These stories won't be posted here at all.) ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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Chaper 43: Daily Report for Patrick - Tuesday Dear Susan, I hope this note finds you well. It was a pleasure having Patrick at the daycare today, and I wanted to share some highlights from his time with us. Feeding Time: Patrick enjoyed a total of four bottles today. He eagerly guzzled down his warm formula during feeding times, and we made sure to provide the comforting routine he's familiar with. Diaper Changes: Wet Diaper: Patrick started the day with a wet diaper, and we promptly attended to his needs to ensure his comfort. Poppy Diaper Change #1: Mid-morning brought about a poppy surprise, which was swiftly taken care of. Poppy Diaper Change #2: After lunch, Patrick had another poppy diaper change. It seems his digestive system was quite active today! Wet and Poppy Diaper: Before heading home, there was one more combined wet and poppy diaper change to ensure a fresh and clean end to the day. Lunch: For lunch, Patrick enjoyed a nutritious meal with a variety of babyfood, including 2 glasses of prunes and carrot and 1 glass of applesauce. He seemed to relish the flavors, and we made sure he had his fill. Playtime and Nap: Throughout the day, Patrick engaged in playful activities with the other toddlers in the playpen. The lack of a highchair for Patrick wasn't a hindrance during lunch; we accommodated him on Mrs. Simmons' knee. After a lively afternoon, he had a restful nap. The makeshift nap area served its purpose, providing a comfortable spot for Patrick to recharge. It was delightful to see Patrick interact with his fellow toddlers and explore the activities we had planned. I hope this report gives you insight into his day at the daycare. If you have any questions or if there's anything specific you'd like us to focus on, please let me know. Looking forward to our next day together! Warm regards, Mrs. Henderson Daily Report for Patrick - Friday Dear Susan, I hope this report finds you well. Today was an eventful day with Patrick at the daycare, and I wanted to provide you with an overview of his experiences. Temper Tantrums: Throughout the day, Patrick exhibited several temper tantrums, especially during lunch and naptime. It seemed like he was expressing his frustrations, and we did our best to comfort him and address his needs. Feeding Time: Patrick showed a strong aversion to solid food today, refusing to eat any offered meals. Despite our efforts to introduce different textures and flavors, he seemed more inclined towards his formula. He consumed a total of six bottles of formula throughout the day, and we made sure he stayed hydrated and nourished. Diaper Changes: Wet Diaper #1: Patrick started the day with a wet diaper, which we promptly changed to ensure his comfort. Poppy Diaper Change: Mid-morning brought about a poppy diaper change. It seems his digestive system was active once again. Wet Diaper #2: After lunch, Patrick had another wet diaper change to maintain cleanliness. Poppy Diaper Change #2: Before naptime, there was one more poppy diaper change to ensure he was snug during his rest. Playtime and Nap: Despite the temper tantrums, Patrick engaged in some playtime activities with the other toddlers. Naptime, however, was challenging due to his reluctance to settle down. We worked to provide a calm and soothing environment, although he remained fussy. It's essential to highlight the need for open communication. If there are specific preferences or concerns regarding Patrick's routine, please let us know. We want to ensure his time at the daycare is as enjoyable and comfortable as possible. Thank you for entrusting us with Patrick's care. We look forward to his next day at the daycare. Warm regards, Mrs. Simmons Daily Report for Patrick - Tuesday Dear Susan, I hope this report reaches you in good health. Tuesday brought about some interesting moments with Patrick at the daycare, and I wanted to provide you with an update. Poppy Diaper Blowout Incident: During the mid-morning play, we encountered an unexpected poppy diaper blowout. It required a bit more cleanup than usual, and we want to assure you that Patrick was promptly attended to, ensuring his hygiene and comfort. Please be advised to pack additional spare clothes for him during drop-off to handle such situations more efficiently. Feeding Time: Patrick had a good day during feeding time. He consumed his meals without any resistance and seemed content. We made sure to offer a variety of baby foods, keeping in mind his preferences. Diaper Changes: Wet Diaper #1: Patrick started the day with a wet diaper, and we changed him promptly to maintain a clean and dry environment. Poppy Diaper Change: The incident mentioned above occurred during the mid-morning poppy diaper change. Wet Diaper #2: After lunch, we changed Patrick into a fresh diaper to keep him comfortable. Poppy Diaper Change #2: Before naptime, he needed another poppy diaper change, which was handled with care. Playtime and Nap: Patrick engaged well in playtime activities with the other toddlers. Naptime was relatively peaceful, and he rested comfortably after a bit of initial fussiness. Special Request: In light of the poppy diaper blowout, we kindly request you to pack additional spare clothes for Patrick when bringing him to the daycare next time. This will help us handle unforeseen situations more efficiently and ensure his well-being. As always, we appreciate your trust in our care for Patrick. If you have any specific concerns or preferences, please feel free to communicate with us. Looking forward to another day of fun and care with Patrick. Warm regards, Mrs. Henderson Daily Report for Patrick - Monday Dear Susan, I trust you had a pleasant Monday. Here is a summary of Patrick's day at the daycare: Feeding Time: During the morning bottle feeding, Patrick experienced a brief moment of spit-up. It was a minor occurrence, likely due to a combination of swallowing air. We addressed it promptly, ensuring Patrick was cleaned and changed into fresh clothes. After this incident, he continued with the rest of his feedings without any issues. Patrick seemed content and enjoyed the remaining bottles throughout the day. Diaper Changes: Wet Diaper #1: Patrick began the day with a wet diaper, promptly changed to maintain cleanliness. Wet Diaper #2: After the morning feeding, we changed him into a fresh diaper. Diaper Blowout: Unfortunately, there was a diaper blowout incident during naptime, resulting in the need for an additional change. Patrick was cleaned thoroughly, and his clothes were changed to ensure his continued comfort. Wet Diaper #3: Following naptime, we changed Patrick into a fresh diaper to maintain hygiene. Wet Diaper #4: After lunch, another diaper change was necessary to keep him dry. Wet Diaper #5: In the late afternoon, we changed Patrick's wet diaper to maintain cleanliness. Wet Diaper #6: The final diaper change of the day was performed before heading home. Playtime and Nap: Patrick engaged well in playtime activities with the other toddlers. Despite the diaper blowout during naptime, he seemed to rest peacefully afterward. The spit-up incident was handled with care, and Patrick showed no signs of discomfort afterward. If you have any specific concerns or preferences, please feel free to let us know. Looking forward to another day of delightful moments with Patrick. Warm regards, Mrs. Henderson Daily Report for Patrick - Friday Dear Susan, I hope this report finds you well. Here is a detailed summary of Patrick's day at the daycare: Feeding Time: Patrick displayed a noticeable reluctance to consume solid foods today. Despite our efforts to introduce various options, he firmly refused them. However, during the morning feeding session, he drank three bottles of formula. Unfortunately, this led to a substantial spit-up incident shortly afterward. We promptly cleaned him up and changed his clothes to ensure his comfort. Diaper Changes: Poppy Diaper #1: The first poppy diaper change occurred in the late morning. It was relatively liquid in nature, and Patrick was changed promptly. Wet Diaper #1: Following naptime, we changed Patrick into a fresh diaper to maintain hygiene. Poppy Diaper #2: Another poppy diaper change was needed in the afternoon, similar to the previous incident. Patrick was cleaned thoroughly, and fresh clothes were provided to him. Despite his aversion to solid foods, Patrick seemed content and engaged during playtime. We will continue to monitor his preferences and make adjustments as needed. Wishing you a joyful holiday season ahead and we look forward to welcoming Patrick back in the new year! Warm regards, Mrs. Simmons Chapter 44: As Mommy lovingly changed my poppy nighttime diaper, the familiar feeling of the changing table beneath and the mobile spinning above me. Nursery daycare had become my routine for the past few weeks. The combination of baby talk, diaper changes, and playtime with the other toddler had become highlights of my life. From my job at Mommy Mag to daycare, from adult responsibilities to toddler whims. I found solace in the simplicity of my nursery days. The familiarity of Mrs. Henderson and Mrs. Simmons, the playpen adventures, and even the unexpected poppy incidents became threads in the fabric of my transformed reality. The nursery had become a pivotal backdrop in my life The soft coos and gentle baby talk from Mommy were both comforting and a stark reminder of my regression, as she secured the tapes on my fresh diaper. Mommy carefully picked out a festive green and red elf-themed onesie, complete with little jingle bells on the pointed hat. As she dressed me, her soft words filled the room. "There we go, my little elf! You're going to spread so much holiday cheer today," Mommy cooed, her fingers gently fastening the buttons. The snug fit of the onesie, coupled with the jingling sound of the bells, added an extra layer of holiday magic to the moment. Looking up at Mommy with a twinkle in my eye, I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my heart despite the surreal nature of my situation. "Is Santa really at the mall?" I asked, my voice a curious blend of adult skepticism and the innocent curiosity Mommy had coaxed out of me. Mommy giggled, her eyes filled with playful delight. "Well, you never know, my little one. We might just catch a glimpse of him! Now, let's get ready for our Christmas shopping adventure." As Mommy gathered her purse and the diaper bag, she glanced at me with a loving smile. "Are you excited, my little elf?" she asked, her babytalking tone bringing a sense of lightness to the moment. I nodded, playing along with the holiday spirit that surrounded us. "Yeah, Mommy, I'm excited." I replied, embracing the temporary joy and enchantment that the festive season promised. With that, we headed out to the mall, the jingle of my elf-themed outfit echoing with each step. The mall buzzed with the energy of last-minute Christmas shoppers, each person focused on finding the perfect gift or enjoying the festive ambiance. Mommy guided me through the bustling crowds, the rhythmic jingling of my elf-themed onesie bells harmonizing with the lively atmosphere. "Look at all the twinkling lights, Patrick!" Mommy exclaimed, pointing to the festively adorned decorations that hung from the ceiling. I craned my neck to take in the spectacle, my adult mind momentarily overridden by the enchantment of the season. As we strolled through the mall, passing storefronts adorned with sparkling ornaments and elaborate window displays, Mommy continued to narrate our surroundings with festive excitement. The combination of twinkling lights, holiday music, and the scent of cinnamon from a nearby bakery contributed to the magical ambiance. Despite my adult consciousness, I found myself getting caught up in the festive spirit that permeated the air. Mommy steered us toward various stores, each adorned with Christmas decorations and festive displays. She stopped at one shop with an array of holiday-themed goodies, encouraging me to take in the sights and sounds. "Let's pick out some special treats for our Christmas celebration, Patrick. What do you think?" she asked, the anticipation evident in her voice. As Mommy and I traversed the crowded mall, the curious gazes of fellow shoppers followed us like a spotlight. Whispers and hushed comments danced around us, casting a surreal symphony of reactions to my toddler-elf attire. Some passersby couldn't help but smile, charmed by the sight of a grown man in an elf onesie, while others exchanged puzzled glances, attempting to decipher the unconventional scene before them. A group of teenagers passed by, their laughter rising as they eyed me with a mixture of amusement and confusion. "Look at that guy! Is he lost or something?" one of them exclaimed, prompting a burst of giggles from the rest. Mommy, undeterred by the attention, responded with a reassuring smile and a subtle nod, her demeanor radiating confidence and maternal warmth. An elderly couple, likely grandparents themselves, paused to watch us stroll by. "Well, isn't he the cutest little elf? Must be embracing the holiday spirit!" the grandmother remarked, her words accompanied by a chuckle. The grandfather nodded in agreement, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. The comments, both positive and bewildered, continued to swirl around us as we navigated the mall. Mommy, adept at deflecting judgment with a blend of pride and affection, held my hand tightly, assuring me that the opinions of strangers were inconsequential. With each comment, I felt a mix of embarrassment and a peculiar acceptance of my transformed reality. Yet, with Mommy by my side, I trudged through the sea of judgments, determined to embrace the festive spirit despite the unconventional circumstances. As Mommy and I continued our festive journey through the mall, my attention was diverted by the sight of a familiar face. In the bustling crowd, there they were – another toddler from Mrs. Henderson's daycare, accompanied by his mother. The recognition sparked a mix of emotions in me, part camaraderie and part the reminder of my shared nursery experience with these little ones. "Look, Patrick, it's your friend from daycare!" Mommy exclaimed, as we approached a cheerful woman with a warm smile. Bradley, dressed in his own toddler-sized holiday outfit, glanced in our direction and beamed with excitement. I felt a sense of connection with Bradley, as if we shared a silent understanding of the peculiar journey we were both on. The mothers engaged in friendly conversation, exchanging pleasantries about the holiday season and the joys of parenting, albeit under different circumstances. Bradley's mother, though initially taken aback by my unique situation, proved to be open-minded and friendly. She smiled warmly at Mommy and engaged in small talk, graciously accepting the unusual circumstances that defined my current life. "Your little elf is quite the attention-grabber," she remarked with a chuckle, stealing a glance at my diapered state. "I've never seen anything quite like this. Is it a special holiday tradition or something?" Mommy, adept at navigating such inquiries, responded with a smile. "Oh, you know, we like to add our own flair to the festive season. It's all in good fun!" Bradley's mother nodded, clearly processing the information. "Well, I guess everyone has their unique ways of celebrating. Bradley, say hi to your friend here!" Bradley, still captivated by our encounter, managed a shy wave, his eyes wide with curiosity. I reciprocated with a small wave and a hint of a smile, feeling a peculiar sense of camaraderie with my fellow toddler, Bradley. As the mothers continued their conversation, the initial surprise seemed to transform into a genuine acceptance of our peculiar circumstances. Bradley's mother, with a warm smile, shared her excitement about Bradley starting potty training soon. "We've got the little potty all set up at home. It's a big step, but he seems ready." Mommy responded cheerfully, "That's wonderful! Potty training is such a milestone. We're not quite there yet, but we have our own unique journey, don't we, Patrick?" I nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and resignation. Meanwhile, Bradley's mother, glancing down, took note of my sagging diaper. A hint of surprise flickered across her face, but she maintained her polite demeanor. "Oh, I see! Well, each child has their own pace," she replied, choosing her words carefully. "Bradley was showing some signs of readiness, but I suppose every child is different." The two mothers continued their conversation, seamlessly blending discussions of holiday plans, family traditions, and the joys of parenting. Meanwhile, Bradley and I stood side by side, both encapsulated in our respective journeys toward independence—one starting the adventure of potty training, the other navigating the unique challenges of regressed adulthood. Mommy chuckled and wished Bradley and his mother good luck with the upcoming potty training adventure. Bradley’s mother, with a grin, once again glanced at my sagging diaper and remarked, "Well, judging by Patrick's current state, he's not quite there yet. Maybe someday, right, Patrick?" I blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and humor. "Yeah, maybe someday," Mommy responded, playing along with the lighthearted banter. The mothers shared a friendly laugh, and with holiday wishes exchanged, our paths diverged as they continued with their shopping, leaving Mommy to navigate the bustling mall with her diaper-clad elf in tow. As we strolled through the mall, we passed a festive stage where Santa was seated, surrounded by excited children and their families. Mommy glanced down at me and playfully asked, "What do you think, Patrick? Want to meet Santa?" I hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of curiosity and shyness. "Uh, I don't know, Mommy," I mumbled, glancing at the long line of eager kids waiting for their turn with Santa. "Come on, little elf! Let's go say hi to Santa," she declared, guiding me towards the jolly man in the red suit. The children and parents in line giggled at the sight of a diaper-clad elf being dragged by his mommy. As Mommy got us in line to meet Santa, I couldn't shake the skeptical side of my adult mind that knew Santa wasn't real. Yet, my infantilized brain, fueled by curiosity and excitement, couldn't resist the allure of the festive spectacle. As the line inched forward, the scent of hot cocoa and cinnamon filled the air, creating a magical atmosphere that even the adult part of me couldn't entirely resist. Mommy whispered sweet words of encouragement, and my toddler instincts took over, filling me with giddy excitement. As we approached Santa, the details of his appearance became more vivid. The enchanting figure of Santa Claus sat on a majestic, plush red throne with gold trim, adorned with festive holiday decorations. His suit, a rich velvety red, was accentuated by fluffy white fur lining the edges. The iconic black belt with a large, polished buckle cinched his waist. Santa's rosy, cherubic cheeks glowed with warmth, and his twinkling blue eyes sparkled with merriment. His snowy white beard cascaded down in perfect waves, framing a kind and benevolent smile. The strands of silver in his beard hinted at the wisdom acquired through countless holiday seasons. A red and white hat perched atop his head completed the iconic ensemble, with the white pom-pom swaying gently as he greeted each child. The scene was reminiscent of a classic Christmas storybook brought to life. The attention to detail in Santa's appearance, from the intricate embroidery on his suit to the gleaming spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose, painted a picture of the real deal. Finally, it was our turn. Santa greeted us with a hearty "Ho ho ho! Well, hello there, you’re a big one aren’t you?” Santa chuckled. As I gingerly settled onto Santa's lap, a mixture of excitement and curiosity swirled within me. To my surprise, Santa looked at me with a knowing twinkle in his eye and addressed me by name. "Well, hello there, Patrick," he boomed in a warm, jovial voice that resonated with the essence of the holiday season. My eyes widened with amazement. How did Santa know my name? The enchantment of the moment momentarily erased any skepticism, and I found myself caught up in the magic of the encounter. I sat on Santa's knee, my eyes wide with awe as I gazed up at the jolly figure in the red suit. The twinkling lights adorned the festive backdrop, and the air was filled with the scent of pine and holiday cheer. The enchanting ambiance of the Christmas grotto surrounded us as Santa, with a hearty smile, spoke my name as if he had known me forever. Santa's presence was strikingly authentic. His bushy white beard cascaded down, framing a friendly face that seemed to embody the spirit of the season. The rosy hue of his cheeks and the twinkle in his eyes radiated warmth and merriment. His crimson suit, lined with fluffy white fur, completed the iconic look of the beloved figure. For a moment, the grown-up side of my mind hesitated, fully aware that Santa was just a symbol of the season. But then, the childlike excitement within me took over. I began listing off toys and goodies with genuine enthusiasm, feeling the magic of Christmas infuse every word. However, just as the festive spirit reached its peak, a soft squelching sensation beneath me disrupted the joyous occasion. The realization that I had popped my diaper right there on Santa's lap struck me like a sudden frosty breeze. Santa, rather than reacting with shock or disappointment, responded with an unexpected sense of humor. His laughter echoed through the grotto as he jovially remarked, "Well, it seems we've got a little surprise here, Patrick. Maybe you're wishing for your potty training back for Christmas, or perhaps just a nice, clean diaper!" The embarrassment washed over me, as I sat on Santa's knee, the atmosphere in the Christmas grotto shifted. Whispers and gasps rippled through the crowd as onlookers noticed the unmistakable sign of my poppy diaper. Embarrassment flooded my cheeks, and I felt the familiar sting of tears welling up. I clenched my tiny fists, ready to let out a cry that matched the intensity of my humiliation. But just as the first whimper escaped my lips, Santa, with a twinkle in his eye, reached into his bag of surprises. To my astonishment, he pulled out a pacifier, as if by magic. The pacifier was adorned with my name, and it seemed to materialize from thin air, instantly capturing my attention. As Santa handed me the pacifier, the room fell silent, all eyes still on us. The twinkling lights and festive melodies surrounded me, but it was the comforting presence of the pacifier that became my anchor in that moment. I hesitated for a second, the desire to resist such an infantile gesture tugging at my pride. Yet, as the pacifier touched my lips, a surprising sense of calm washed over me. The soothing rhythm of sucking on the familiar silicone allowed me to escape as the world outside the grotto seemed to fade away, leaving only the enchanting Christmas scene and Santa's compassionate gaze. In that enchanted moment, as the pacifier danced between my lips, a peculiar sensation swept over me. It was as if the magic of Christmas had seeped into every fiber of my being, momentarily dissolving the boundaries between adult consciousness and infantile delight. A giggling fit bubbled up within me, a melodic chorus that harmonized with the festive jingles in the air. Santa, seemingly attuned to this whimsical transformation, mirrored my joy with a hearty chuckle of his own. His eyes twinkled with a knowing warmth, as if he understood the peculiar blend of embarrassment and pure, unbridled amusement that had taken hold of me. With each contented giggle, my infantile mindset took the reins, momentarily overshadowing the adult reservations that lingered at the edges of my awareness. In the midst of my laughter, an unexpected warmth spread through my diaper, marking the arrival of yet another wet surprise. The diaper, already damp and soiled from the earlier poppy incident, now embraced a new layer of wetness. As the sensation registered, a mischievous grin crossed my face, my infantile self reveling in the freedom. Santa, ever the jolly figure of generosity, continued to share in the laughter. With each giggle that bubbled from my lips, I surrendered a bit more to the enchantment of the moment. Santa, with his rosy cheeks and twinkling eyes, beamed at us as if he held the secret to everlasting joy. As Mommy, with a bemused smile, led me away from the spectacle, the onlookers' murmurs became a distant hum. My diaper, laden with the evidence of my newfound merriment, sagged between my legs, a visible testament to the unexpected twists that Christmas magic could weave. Santa's hearty laughter accompanied us, his farewell resonating through the grotto. "Merry Christmas, Patrick! I'll be seeing you soon, little one!" His words hung in the air. Mommy, guided me through the crowd, my soiled diaper sagging low underneath my elf onesie. Her gentle babytalk soothed my giddy heart, aligning seamlessly with the joyful cadence of the season. As Mommy and I strolled through the festive mall, my diaper laden with the remnants of our encounter with Santa, hung heavily between my legs, as we neared Bradley and his mother once again, having watched the whole scene from a distance. Their presence sparked a renewed curiosity in my infantile mind. Bradley's mother, with a bemused expression, cast a glance at my sagging and soiled diaper, my pacifier gently bobbing with each giggly breath. Her remark, though audible only in my adult ears, carried a tone of both amusement and acknowledgment. "Perhaps he truly does belong in diapers," she mused, her eyes flitting between Mommy and me. The chuckle that escaped her lips hinted at a shared understanding, a recognition of the whimsical reality I now inhabited. I continued to giggle, the pacifier now a comforting constant in my mouth, fueled my contentment as droplets of drool escaped its confines. Mommy, attuned to the rhythm of my infantile joy, cradled me closer. As we continued our journey, the echoes of Bradley's mother's laughter lingered in the air, mommy's comforting embrace and the rhythmic sway of my sagging diaper propelled us deeper into the heart of the holiday magic.

Yeah the gym is great for you, and something I should do more of myself! I've gone to the gym diapered, or in pull ups. It's probably one of the times when I've felt the most self conscious given the range of motions, mirrors, other active ppl watching each other. Have you? You may as well join now and start the healthy habit before hand, regular exercise would probably help reduce risk of complications. Could you face going to the gym now wearing a diaper/pull up to see how it feels?

At the very least you may as well go conspicuously 24/7 from now until the surgery. Go to the store in an already wet diaper and wet it more so it leaks. Meet some friends for drinks and flood so it leaks. (Why wait to start your social lock in!) Have some really inconvenient, embarrassing experiences and expose yourself to what is your new reality in a few weeks. What is so different about doing those things now vs a few weeks time when you have no choice? How are you sure you won't end up hiding at home in your perpetually soaked diaper? Personally I know I can deal with the embarrassment (but it grows old and I like the break). You may as well make sure you can too before pulling the trigger. IDK just some thoughts.

I can clearify the "dry orgasm" from my point of view. Several years ago I had prostate cancer. I had surgery that totally removed the prostate. No more ejaculation. I can tell you that my orgasms are Absolutely the same as before the surgery. Just as long and just as intense. My wife actually likes them better. No mess 😅.

Wow that was a lot to read. As a incontinent member for almost 3 decades I really think you are about to make a really big mistake. But it is your life and if you are willing to live with the mistake then so be it. /i can tell you it is no fun at all when you can not turn it off. YOu may be excited now but you will one day regret this. Even if you do accept being incontinent and the surgery goes well you are going to have days you will feel so stupid for doing this to yourself. Think of all the times you have wet your diaper already and then get the urge and you know your diaper can not hold it so you hold it in until you can go change. That is never going to be a option. You will leak in public and you will have to change in public spaces around people you know. When I am sick and hurting I just wish I could not move but I have to change my diaper. Diaper rash will happen especially in the summer months and you will want a break. But your only option for that break will be a condom cath or foley. Skin heals so much faster when not wet. I am spending over $250 a month on diapers and I never get a break from that either. With incontinence comes bladder infections as well. They can turn ugly and become life threatening kidney infections and then turn septic all in one day. I have lost count the number of times I have became septic and in the hospital even the ICU. Your bladder size will shrink the walls will become thick and covered in cystitis. It cause horrible bladder spasms and burning much like a infection. That can turn into a bladder cancer. I am not making shit up or trying to scare you into doing something different but I really hope you do some real research on the negatives and why only a hack for hire in mexico would do this surgery. Scar tissue forming in strictures is very real and can even block off things. I have had stricture surgery a couple times in my life. I am 10 years older than you and I do have a lot of other health issues. But Incontinence brings a lot in it's self more than I have seen anyone here post. I had a bladder stim put in to try and help mine and it is a simple out paitent surgery. Only mine got infected badly and I became septic twice from it before it had to be removed. The last time the infection settled around my heart. Any surgery no matter the path taken and procedure used are able to cause infection and tissue death. I just want you to really study up on the negatives as much as you can in the next week. If you decide to go through with it at least you have a idea. What is the longest you have went wearing a diaper 24/7? The fact you was thinking about flying down un diapered makes me wonder if you are really mentally prepared. Also You have worn diapers knowing you did not need them and it makes you feel wrong. How are you going to feel when you know deep in your heart you never needed them and you created this issue? How are you going to feel if it becomes a life threatening infection? To answer your question if you do this or when you do this should you tell your american doctor the truth if you have complications? Yes 100% you should tell him. What you tell him he can not share with your family or anyone that is not treating you. Do not be ashamed of what you did so bad you would over look telling someone your full medical history. I can assure you he will without a doubt know that you are not being honest when he runs a scope up you and sees what has been cut. Having a surgery to loosen for retention is not the same as cutting both bladder sphincters and the inside of the prostate. He will know you had a hack job done and he will want to see the medical records of the surgery you told him you had done. He is going to want to know what hospital and why it was done. If you are not honest you only stand the chance of getting inadequate healthcare for the complications you are having. It is not like they can do a surgery to reverse what is done without your consent. Anyway these are my thoughts as someone who has lived 30 years bladder incontinent and the last 5 with fecal incontinence getting worse yearly. Please Promise you will never go for loss of number 2 because you 1000% have no clue what you are asking. I apologize if it sounds like am am busting your balls for fun. I just want to make sure you really know what you are asking. Unless you have went 3-5 years 24/7 you have not got a clue & even then it is not the same as being incontinent. I want you to be happy so I will not keep busting your balls. But if you have this done be honest to the group over the next few years if you was right or wrong to want this and if it was as easy and great a life as you imagined. That is what I ask. You have my best wishes and I sadly look forward to reading how this goes long term.

There’s a few of us who’ve been chronicling our journeys into 24/7 and dreams have been a thing for us. It seems that this soaks (the puns just never stop 😆) into our subconscious to regularly pop up in those mad sleep-movies that screen most nights in our heads. Some of those dream-influences were probably just physiological. It was a marked thing as I was developing bed-wetting for my dreams to reflect some long rambling narrative that was in effect, giving me permission to pee whilst asleep. A variant on this was some implausible scenario that was explaining to me why I WAS peeing whilst I was asleep (and "rationalising" the associated physical sensations). Those still happen today but they’re not as frequent. I suspect this might be because bed-wetting is by now, somewhat normalised for me although I still don't think it's every night (well think, I don't know anymore). The other class of diaper dream reflects misgivings or fears about the consequences of my lifestyle choice. This seem to be what you are describing here and reflects the emotional journey as opposed to the physiological one. In these, being involuntarily exposed is a frequent-flyer theme. To be honest, sometimes, these have been “depressing and/or disturbing” to use your phraseology. It will be interesting in your case what happens with respect to these dreams. In contrast to myself, you’re just going to wake up to find yourself a bedwetter in a couple of weeks time. There will be no protracted transition nor behaviours to acquire. You’re also going to find yourself similarly-instantly daytime-incontinent and any decision about it is by that point moot. Regrets will be futile. Again, this is in contrast to my own situation which is no more than a gradual decline in continence that I suspect I could at this point, stop and reverse, a choice-point that grants my subconscious the luxury of tormenting me.

Hope you decide to go for it full time. That is a good look for you!

Upper body shot of a woman running “Running for the bathroom line?” Pan out to show she is obviously diapered under her athletic shorts, she passes two other runners “Not you, you're running for the finish line.” Woman shadowboxing in just a sports bra and wet diaper “And if they think a little thing like pregnancy bladder is going to slow you down, well, they obviously don't know who they are dealing with.” A group of women playing basketball, half of them are obviously diapered, some under athletic shorts, some not bothering “Huggies understands, that's why we are introducing Huggies Movers, the first Athletic Mom Diaper.” A diapered woman on a starting block, bounds into action, captioning identifies her as gold metal sprinter Kaylee Horn “So whether you're going for gold,” A woman doing yoga in a living room in a bra and diaper “Or just looking to lose some of that baby belly, Huggies Movers have got you covered.”

Have to admit I'm super jealous after reading this post. Please don't listen to the naysayers, especially the ones who are trying to frighten you with incorrect information about how a hospital would deal with any emergency. I will say that, personally, if I was talking to a doctor after the fact I would be factual and honest about your history. You can simply say "I had an elective transuretheral resection of the bladder neck, prostate, and sphincter." I don't think that hiding information from your doctor is going to yield good results. I would also not assume that insurance is going to not cover anything remotely related to this in the future. Especially the farther you get from it in time, it will become far less relevant. Insurance will not notice or care if you get a bladder infection in a year and need antibiotics they are never going to notice that. Anyway, best of luck, don't let the haters get you down, they are just jealous

Chapter 4 Daniel had a moment to stagger and gape at the room around him, following the chaos of his little display. Everyone had seen him lose control of the power, and even now papers were fluttering down from the ceiling of the testing chamber. More to the point, everyone had seen his underpants. It barely even registered that the mess was being cleaned up, he was focused on deciding how to respond to his exposure. By the entrance, Professor Blackburn had out a wand and was guiding all the papers back into stacks, but he had to choose then and there: Try and gaslight the room into thinking they hadn’t just seen what they thought they saw up his skirt, or come clean. He wasn’t that good of a liar. When he stood, he found himself looking up into the eyes of one particularly angry Rachel Haligtree. Speaking with slow, punctuated emphasis, she snapped, “What. The hell. Was that?” “Fine,” he said, dusting himself off, glancing back at the boulder behind him. His testing was over. He’d be in or he wouldn’t be. “You caught me. I’m a guy.” She blinked. “You’re–excuse me?” Hesitating, Daniel said, “Well, you saw my…er…” “I’m not talking about your junk, I’m talking about this!” She waved a hand at the chamber, at the other people. “You disrupted the entire test, and–you’re a guy?” “Well–” he started. Fortunately, or perhaps not, Velma Blackburn stepped in, looking down at him through horn-rimmed glasses. “Perhaps a bit more control would have been advisable,” she conceded, “But this young lady didn’t break the rules–our training wards failed, that isn’t her doing.” Fuming, Rachel said, “Okay, but he just said that he is a man.” Velma blinked. “He…” “Yeah,” Rachel confirmed. “He.” “Well,” Daniel said. “You can run my numbers instantly, right? Did he pass?” “Danielle,” Velma began. “Er–” “Daniel,” he corrected. “Daniel, this is a school for witches. Not warlocks. What are you doing here?” Velma arched an eyebrow at him–perplexed, not upset. “I needed a little education in control before any warlock school would let me in,” Daniel admitted. It was embarrassing, sure, but who cared? He was in, or he wasn’t; if his stunt had failed, he wouldn’t be able to pull it again somewhere else. “Did. I. Pass?” “I suppose, but–” “Great,” Daniel said, smoothing out his dress, already planning to go wipe off the makeup so he’d look his boy-self again. “Awesome. I’ll look forward to studying under you, Professor Blackstone.” “Ahem,” Velma said, simply. “Perhaps this needs judgment from the Dean.” “Allow me, ma’am,” Rachel replied. In an instant, her own wand was out, a colorful rod with a long piece of lace ribbon on one end and gemstones along the other. With a flick, Daniel shot up into the air, hoisted by levitation magic with infinitely more refinement and control than his own. Only, she hadn’t cast it on him. Rachel’s spell seized the back of his tighty-whities, pulling him in the air with a particularly intense wedgie. He winced and his legs flailed, kicking to try and push off the floor and release some of the weight. “HEY!” “I’ve got him,” Rachel said. “Don’t worry about this, you can focus on the testing, ma’am.” With one more flick, she lifted him up some ten feet so that he dangled above everyone’s heads, underwear straining to support the whole weight of his body. A few of the other testees giggled, more pointed. All eyes had already been on him from the crisis, but now he’d been turned into a spectacle, floating in the air, red faced and angry. With his dress down, nobody could see that he was being held aloft by wedgie power, but they could see his inability to fight back from the spell. Daniel’s face burned, half with embarrassment, half with discomfort as the fabric chafed between his cheeks and compressed his balls into his body. “Put me down!” "I thought warlocks outclassed us witches in duels," Rachel replied, rolling her eyes. "I didn't know you boys got out of binding spells just by begging." Screwing up his face with anger and annoyance, Daniel flicked his wand and tried to dispel the magic, but Rachel’s levitation persisted. On his second attempt, the magic recoiled, sparking in his hand–he dropped his wand towards the floor, and Rachel snatched it out of the air. “Come along,” she said, waving a hand. The levitation began to carry him forward, over the heads of the other applicants, floating right out of the testing hall and down a corridor towards the faculty offices. Daniel kicked and squirmed, the underwear burning between his legs. “I’ll have you expelled for this!” “You assume anyone cares what a little boy who plays dress-up thinks,” Rachel replied. “Why did you come here? Just as a joke? To have a laugh at us?” “Because I wanted to enroll,” he snapped, reaching down to try and lift himself up out of the undies, to relieve some of the weight. Pushing both hands around his dress to get at the waistband, he accomplished his goal, but in doing so his center of balance shifted. He began to rock forward in the air, tipping with nothing to hold onto, until he fell forward and down to the ground–with his underwear still suspended ten feet up. Naked from the waist down–save for his sneakers–Daniel flushed bright red and pulled his dress down to cover himself. “Oh, wow,” Rachel commented. “Okay, let’s try–” With another flick of her wrist, she grabbed him by the ankle, flipped him up, and sent him into the air once again–upside down, his dress flipping up to cover his body and leave him exposed to the air. “Put me DOWN!” Daniel screamed, trying to push up his dress to cover his exposed dick. “No,” Rachel said, simply. With another flick, then, she eliminated the dress as well–the fabric simply vanished, disintegrated into nothing. He was, momentarily, surprised. That sort of destructive evocation took a lot of precision and control. Rachel was scary for a witch. If he could learn that, he’d be a shoe-in at any warlock school in the world. Then, the reality of being completely naked in a hallway full of girls his age hit him, and he kicked in the air, spinning to try and face Rachel. His only reprieve from humiliation was that they weren’t still in the grand hall surrounded by the absolute throng of test-taking girls–only a few passing girls saw him in his half-naked state. Finally managing to kick at the air enough to turn and look at Rachel, he demanded, “What’s your problem?” “My problem is you, trying to undermine the integrity of Alphabeta with your stupid trick,” Rachel shot back. “You do not belong here. You should not have come here, and unless you promise to turn around and leave as soon as I give your big-boy undies back, I have zero reason to be nice to you.” Daniel might have stood up for himself more, but it was hard to build self-confidence without anything to make him decent. Rather than continue the argument, he just glared, blushed, and tried to think up a counterspell he could cast without his wand. Her expression declaring victory, Rachel paraded him down the halls, smirking proudly at his humiliation. In less than a minute, she had him at an important looking set of double doors, which led into an equally important looking office, helmed by–of course–a woman who radiated a sense of paramount authority. The dean looked like every bit of the scholarly witch–half moon glasses, classic black robes, and a black, pointed hat. She glanced up, raising a single eyebrow at the spectacle marching up to her desk. “Can I help you?” she asked. On her desk, a nameplate read, ‘Dr. Penelope Madrigal’. “Rachel–put the girl down.” Rachel dropped him in a heap on the ground. “Ma’am, this boy–” “Rachel Haligtree,” the dean snapped, shooting a stern look at the prefect. “Leave us. I will handle this.” Rachel, gaping, still gave deference to this woman’s authority. Scoffing, she turned and walked away, shutting the doors behind her. The dean looked at him calmly. “What is your name, child?” “Daniel Aster,” he said, simply, getting to his feet and brushing himself off. He’d lost his purse at some point, and Rachel had gotten every bit of his clothes, leaving him truly naked. In front of the dean’s consummate professional gaze, though, he felt a bit less like the subject of an indignity, and managed to stick out his chin in defiance of Rachel’s humiliations. “I just passed the entrance exams, so I’ll be in your upcoming student body.” She looked between his legs, then up at him. “And what happened to your clothes, young lady?” “I–Rachel disintegrated them, the prefect,” Daniel said, uncertainly. “She got up in my face and said I didn’t belong.” “I see,” Dr. Madrigal sighed, reaching for a feather pen on her desk. Daniel had to do a double take at the object, realizing from its runic inscriptions that it wasn’t a pen at all, but a wand. Conjuring a simple gown, she said, “I’m sorry, Miss Aster. I’ll of course ensure this is dealt with; Alphabeta is an institution that prides itself on accepting all–” “I’m not a Miss,” Daniel cut in, taking the gown. “Mrs.?” the dean asked, curiously. “Or do you prefer ‘Ms.’?” “Mister, if you please.” He dressed himself, glad to have a bit of modesty. “I’m a man.” Dr. Madrigal blinked a couple times, absorbing that information, recalibrating her appraisal of the situation. “I… see.” “I went over your rules exhaustively,” Daniel continued, pacing a little as he talked. “Strictly speaking, there’s nothing in the charter that explicitly prohibits male students–the only rules have to do with the entrance exams. Once you’ve passed, you’re enrolled, and that’s all there is to it. I passed. I’m going to be a student. I had to fudge some of my paperwork to get on the exam, but that doesn’t matter once the exam’s over.” The dean leaned forward, tapping something on her desk. “Rachel Haligtree, please come back to my office.” She eyed Daniel again. “Let’s say you didn’t miss something, that you really can bypass five hundred years of tradition on a loophole–why, exactly, are you here?” He gave her as confident a smile as he could muster. “Because, I need an education. Who are you to deny me that?” Her face hardened, but before she could say anything else, Rachel pushed in the door. “Miss Haligtree, did you destroy this boy’s clothes?” she asked. “Yes ma’am,” Rachel replied. “And I’d do it again.” “If what he tells me is correct, he’s a student here,” the dean said. “And you know you aren’t supposed to discipline students, except for those kept under your wing.” Rachel hesitated, swallowing her anger so hard it looked like she might choke. “Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry.” “It’s alright,” Dr. Madrigal leaned forward, using her wand as an actual pen. A document apparated under it as she wrote something out, as though her writing dictated the appearance of forms and not the other way around. “I’m assigning Aster to your wing. He’s shown a propensity for skirting discipline, rules, and order, so I expect you’ll keep a very close eye on him and dispense discipline accordingly.” Daniel blinked in surprise, glancing back nervously at Rachel. “Is there a problem, Mister Aster?” the dean asked. “Or did you think you’d get to choose your own wing and get to be team captain in the Voxavin league?” “No, it’s fine.” Daniel swallowed. “More than fine. Totally fair.” “Be sure to put in your sizes for your uniform,” the dean added. “We’ve got a dress code here, and running naked through the halls hardly complies.” “I… yes, ma’am,” Daniel said. “Are we good?” She glanced at him over her half-moon spectacles, considered for a moment, and nodded. “You’re dismissed. Welcome to Alphabeta University.” ... I haven't given my editor a shout-out in a while, so: Thanks to my awesome editor, Ezi, for helping me get this story to sparkle! It wouldn't be half as good without you. (And thanks to my subscribers for helping me pay her!) Support the author: https://reamstories.com/peculiarchangelingabdl https://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling

Chapter 78: Rolling! I FOLLOWED GARY back and exited the HoloStage into a large, well-lit room with makeup counters, spaces to hang costumes, changing rooms, and even a few bathroom doors off the side. A rack of costumes was labeled with ‘C. Slane,’ amidst others for most of the cast. I noted that I had more than most characters on the rack. Beth and Charlotte were the only others with their own rack. Gary walked over to the end of the rack and grabbed a bag labeled with ‘Scene 9’ on it. “Go ahead and get changed in there,” he pointed to a side room. I was mildly surprised to be sent to change off alone, given the intimate nature of the future costume changes, but I didn’t look the gift horse in the mouth! This first scene was held in the office, so I was still wearing my ‘big boy’ clothes, so to speak. The khakis and button-down shirt, with a simple pair of brown loafers, went on quickly. I exited the changing room, having hung up my uniform, and found Charlotte having Isabella giving her a hand with her hair. She was already dressed in a business skirt-suit that looked appropriate for a powerful CEO. “Come on over here, Connor,” Gary said. “Did you, by chance, pick up that makeup?” I blushed, “I have it in my backpack?” “Can you go get it?” I nodded and found where we had put it away earlier, handing it to him. He picked me up and settled me in the tall chair before he unsealed the new makeup package. I sat still while he gently brushed it onto my face. “Why don’t we use your phone for this?” He suggested. I found my phone in my bag and connected to the new nanites. “What now?” I asked. “Here,” he said as he fiddled with his phone, and a second later, mine asked to accept a transfer. A second later, I saw thirty presets that had just been added to my options. “Select the businessman setting,” he told me. I nodded, selected it, and then looked in the mirror. There wasn’t a massive shift in my appearance, but my face smoothed out, and the colors shifted slightly. I knew that without that color shift, the lighting would wash my face out in the cameras. “That was simple!” I said to him. “Yep!” He motioned to Isabella, “She’ll take care of your hair now. Charlotte, do you mind if we use one of my presets?” She shrugged, “Go for it, though you might want to look through some of my existing looks first?” He shook his head, “I know what I’m looking for here. You probably have something similar, but I know this setting will look good on camera for your character?” “I’m in your hands, Gary; you already seem pretty good at this.” I wanted to watch Charlotte’s look change, but Bella was already gripping and brushing my hair tightly. “Connor, you have amazing hair!” I blushed, “Thanks.” “I very rarely see any male Littles with hair like this. Fortunately, it makes this film easier, but it’s also fun to play with! I can’t wait for some of the later scenes!” “Umm… thanks…” I said nervously. After a warning, my hair was pulled into a low ponytail and sprayed with what I first assumed was a thin layer of hairspray. When Bella took her phone out, I learned it wasn’t that. “What are you doing?” I asked. “This is an ultra-hold nanite spray for hair. It’ll help us make sure your hair stays put!” “How long does it last?” I asked. She shrugged, “A couple days to a week of washing it will take it all out. I can also simply deactivate them before you leave, too, and they’ll fall off immediately.” “That’s kind of cool,” I told her. “Yeah, it is! Definitely helps not having to redo your hair constantly!” She smiled. A few minutes later, Charlotte asked, “Ready to get started?” I looked up at her and noted how stern her face looked. Between the look they’d done with the makeup, plus the skirt suit, she seemed rather severe and very much like someone who didn’t take anything from anyone! The clothes and makeup also made her appear to be in her early thirties more than a young college girl. “Sure,” I said nervously. I slid down the seat and made the rather tall jump to the attached chair step and then another down to the ground. “Careful!” Isabella said nervously. I just smiled at her, “I’m fine.” “Come on,” Charlotte said, leading me into the soundstage to begin filming. BETH SPENT TIME in what was the command center for Will, who was serving as the Director of Photography. She could see several holographic displays before him, denoting the four cameras they had set up for the shots. One was tight on Connor’s face, another was tight on Charlotte’s face, a third focused on framing the two of them still relatively tightly, and the fourth was a wide angle of their entire room. You could see the holo characters around the room moving from place to place and seemingly working in the busy office. Connor was sitting in a modified office chair for his size and using a Little-sized keyboard. She’d heard more than a few ‘awws’ about his look from the other crew members as they watched the screens! As shooting began, Beth had to admit that Charlotte and Connor had terrific screen chemistry together. Beth guessed Connor could have been a reasonably decent actor in his own right, but working with Charlotte made him one of the best Littles she’d seen on screen. “I don’t think that camera picked up him looking nervous enough,” Sebastian said after they ran the scene for the second time. “We could move the shot on the two of them to a closeup from the other side? That would give us two on him?” Will said. “Yeah, that would help,” Sebastian agreed. “What a direct heat beam on him? Get him to sweat some?” Owen suggested. “Worth a try!” Sebastian said. “Let’s reset and run the scene from the top. Connor, when she suggests dinner, I need you to sell just how nervous you are at the idea!” When Sebastian again called ‘action’ on the scene, Beth watched it improve. She watched the scene go through and reach the place they hadn’t been happy with before. Charlotte said, “And you should be! You’ve literally saved the company!” she squeezed him briefly in an uninvited hug. She pushed away and stood beside him, “I know this may sound awkward, but I would like to have you over for dinner later as a thank you? I’m a great cook?” Beth watched as Brian began to actively sweat underneath the heat lamp they had directed to him. He ran his hands together and then pulled at his collar for a second, “Just dinner?” he asked. As they completed the scene with Charlotte present, he breathed a sigh of relief before seeming to remind himself, “She’s safe… She’s supposed to be one of the good ones.” He looked around the room as if for clarification on the thought and turned back to the screen where he was coding something in real-time. “And cut!!!” Sebastian called, “That was great!” “What’s next again?” Charlotte asked. “Scene thirteen, ‘Inside Brian’s Apartment,’ Kelly responded. Beth felt her hatred for the girl rise every day, but at least they had managed to relegate her to nothing more than tracking if they had recorded all of the scenes in the script. “Why are we doing things so out of order?” She found herself asking, even as the soundstage was instantaneously changed to an apartment that Connor’s character was supposed to live in. “There are a whole bunch of reasons,” Sebastian said as he watched Connor go with Gary out of the stage to get changed for the next scene. “Number one is when personnel are available. Connor has earlier classes ending on this day, so trying to get as many of his scenes out of the way as possible made sense.” “Why not film in order though?” He shrugged, “Pretty common. Since we assemble everything later anyway, it’s easier sometimes to look at the logistics. We also have the special treatment we’ll be using for him to create Brianna’s appearance, that’s not needed at this point in the script. We’ll hit those spots on the weekend to have the whole time before undoing it. We’ll get the rest of Connor’s ‘Brian’ scenes on Friday so we can focus on those, and with any luck, we can be ‘in the can’ by Sunday.” Beth shook her head, “This is way more involved than I expected for an intro class.” Sebastian laughed, “It’s more involved than I think any other groups will go. The exception will be Connor’s script.” He shook his head, “Connor’s script was incredibly cool, but I heard that group is struggling with it right now.” “Why?” “The tech and the scenery?” Sebastian shrugged, “I think we would have figured it out with Connor’s help, but it was definitely one of my few worries about it myself.” Connor was dressed in the correct day of clothes and returned to the ‘apartment.’ “Okay, Connor,” Sebastian said, “I want you to go ahead and unlock the apartment door with your wristband, then enter. We will do this a few times to get the entrance correct.” “Okay,” Connor said. Beth watched as he entered a half-dozen times, and they used their four cameras in multiple views for each take. Connor was good about landing on the same mark so they could continue to the next part of the scene. “Okay, Connor, for this next part, you will continue into your bedroom. Pull out the middle drawer and grab the purple pajamas. I’d like to film this segment in one take a few times?” “Got it,” Connor said. Beth watched as he did what was asked several times, and finally, they moved to the point where he said. “Now, we’re not going to film you changing,” Sebastian assured him, “but I want you to walk to the bed with them, place them down on it, and start to pull up on your shirt. We’ll cut then to you coming out of the bedroom fully dressed.” Will asked for a few takes to get the right camera angles. “Go see Gary and Isabella, and come on back out here,” Sebastian said to him. Beth watched the workings around her and could tell that Sebastian and Charlotte brought a sense of professionalism to the set, unlike what was probably present with the other crews. “That seemed like a lot for what, two sentences in the script?” Beth said to Sebastian. “Probably could have taken more time with it, honestly,” he told her. “If this was a big production, they might have done it in one take, but I could also see someone breaking it down further.” “That’s nuts,” Beth said. Beth watched right then as the door to the costume area opened back up and revealed Connor wearing the really cute purple satin pajamas. “Oh my god, you’re soooo adorable!!!” Kelly apparently couldn’t help herself. “Kelly…” Sebastian said. “Sorry Sebastian…” Beth looked at Kelly and was pretty sure the look on her face was not one of someone who was sorry! I EXITED THE costume area in my costume of purple satin pajamas and bunny slippers to immediately hear the fingernails on the chalkboard voice of Kelly cooing over me. I was about to say something myself, but Sebastian laid down the law first and walked her to another corner to continue getting onto her. Charlotte came out behind me as they planned to film her side scene on the other side of a ‘wall’ behind my apartment. We would be talking to each other over the phone, so they wanted views of both of us. She came over and put her hand on my back. “You okay?” I nodded, “Yeah, I have to be honest; adorable probably does describe me right now?” She giggled, “Yes, and the awkwardly braided hair with the bow at the end doesn’t help that?” I groaned, “Isabella thought it was a good idea?” “She was right!” Charlotte said. “Now, let’s get to our places and see if we can knock out this scene as fast as we did the last one. I figured we’d have to spend half the night on the first one getting you comfortable on camera.” I shrugged, “It’s not that weird?” She laughed, “I’m glad you think that. Now, I’m going to go to my side; you go to yours, and we’ll have this little chat!” I nodded and moved to the bedroom door. I would be exiting to come into the living room. When Sebastian called ‘Action!’ I moved from the bedroom to the couch as planned, grabbing my phone from the counter along the way. I sat down, wrapped myself in a blanket, and looked at the phone. I sighed as I could see the message come through. A pre-recorded voice of Charlotte reading the line was played aloud, with the knowledge the audio would be edited in the cutting room. I stared at it momentarily before standing up and walking to the computer. “Cut!” I heard. “Do we want to break that up more?” Will asked Sebastian. “Are you getting the shots you need?” He asked him back. “I think so?” “Let’s do it a couple more times. We’ll look at the dailies later, and if we need to, we’ll reshoot this section Friday?” Sebastian suggested. “That works,” Will agreed. “So, the searching part next?” Connor asked. “Yes,” Sebastian replied. “You got those sites to work the right way?” I laughed, “That part’s child’s play Sebastian!” I added, “Just let me know when you’re ready.” When ‘action’ was again called, I began doing a ‘search’ for information on the nanite treatment that was the next part of the story. Everything looked highly realistic, and I knew they were capturing the screen directly for us to include. Information about ‘designated guardian required, or ‘adoption required’ being shown on the screen would have disheartened my character. We did the search sequence three times and finally started the calling sequence. I picked up the prop cell phone and dialed. “Hello?” Charlotte said. “I want the deal in writing…” I paused, “And you have to promise me no hypnosis or alterations to me besides the nanite treatment.” “Deal!” Charlotte said, and I couldn’t help but note the sound of some excitement there. “Also, I don’t want to eat baby food!” I said the line and was grateful that my character at least said that. We finished the rest of the scene of lines up, and then they had me walk to a tall mirror in the bedroom where I said my final line, “I just hope I don’t regret this…” “Connor, can you do that line again?” Sebastian said. “I want you to sound a bit more hopeful… maybe the world isn’t ending for you?” I looked up at the tall guy and said, “Uh… okay…” I redid the line as he requested. He and Will liked it better, at least. “Okay, that was one of the easier sets of scenes done,” Charlotte said as she returned from her side. Now for one of the tougher ones.” I nodded, “How are we going to work the changing scene at the car?” “I say you just treat it like you normally get your diapee changed by your nest mommy,” Kelly’s voice came like fingernails on a chalkboard. I looked up at her. Her face wore this horrible grin, even as she held a diaper and some wipes out to Charlotte. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! Please press the Like button and leave a comment! I had a really productive first half of the week, so if I can get myself to do more of the same through Saturday night I might be inclined to get a bonus again this week. I'll need some incentive from some likes though! (At least 25 seems reasonable?)

Chapter 63: Rescued I closed my eyes as tightly as possible and curled up on my side with my head buried in my arms. Multiple voices were talking now, two, maybe three people. I caught only bits and pieces of a hushed conversation that was now happening in my bedroom. They were all talking about me, glimpses of shock in their whispers. I opened my eyes, but only slightly. Two women and a man wearing blue jackets huddled together in the middle of the bedroom. I closed my eyes again when the one woman facing me made eye contact. That was followed by footsteps that stopped right next to the crib. I opened my eyes again. A woman was standing next to the crib, peering down at me. “Everything is going to be all right. We’re going to get you out of there.” I shifted to the far corner of the crib, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her now that I could see more clearly with the flashlight not shining in my face. “Hey, my name is Amanda. What’s your name?” The word stuck in my throat for a few seconds until, at last, I could whisper it out. “Sarah.” “We’re going to get you out of here, Sarah.” Amanda stood over the crib, attempting to figure out how the sliding door worked until she flipped the right latch and pulled it open. “Why don’t you sit here on the edge for a second?” I complied with the request, even though it meant sitting on my now messy diaper. Amanda placed her hand over her nose as she leaned in toward me, feeling both of my arms and my legs with her hands. She turned to speak to the two other people in the room. “Minimal bruising. No broken bones. Doesn’t seem malnourished. Just…” She let her words trail off as she looked down at my diaper and then back at the bottles and pacifier in the crib, as if at a loss for how to describe what she was seeing. “Is that what I think it is?” the woman behind Amanda asked. “Is it what, Jody? The man asked. Jodie was pointing to something on the dresser. The baby monitor. The man walked over to the baby camera that was on top of the dresser, pointed down directly at the crib. He picked it up and shifted it in his hands for a few seconds before pressing a button that turned it off. “We need to figure out who was watching this right away,” the man said. “They’re going to know that something is off, even if they hadn’t already seen us.” “Would it be her parents?” Jodie asked. “No, it’s just the mother,” Amanda said. “Then we need to figure out where she works and contact the sheriff’s office. Can’t risk her getting on the run. Not after this.” I was still sitting on the edge of the crib, watching their discussion, their attention momentarily diverted from me. My pacifier must have been kicked out behind the crib when I had sat up, so I placed my thumb into my mouth instead. “Are we going to need an ambulance?” “I don’t think so; she seems more or less fine physically; we can get her to the hospital in one of our vehicles.” “But we can’t do it like this. Let’s help get her cleaned up first.” The man turned back to look at me briefly. “How are we going to manage that?” “Probably best to get her cleaned up in the shower. We passed one on the way to the bedroom. I’ll go and get it started.” “Yes, you two can help the girl with getting cleaned up. I’m going to get in touch with the sheriff’s office and the hospital. They need to find her mother ASAP.” Amanda walked back over to me and then crouched so that her eyes were level with my own. “We’re going to take you to the hospital, but you need to get cleaned up first. Can I help you up?” I nodded, and Amanda slid her hands under my armpits and helped me to my feet. Amanda held my hand as I toddled alongside her to the bathroom. Jodie was in the middle of adjusting the shower temperature. I hadn’t stepped into a shower since that day when I had failed potty training when Mom had rinsed me clean from my accident with frigid cold water. Since then, Mom had given me baths, sometimes with Emilia’s help, but it was hard to ascertain how frequently I had been cleaned up like that. “Should be all set now,” Jodie said. I held my hand out tentatively, stretched out nearly enough to touch the water, but not quite there yet. “It’s OK, you can go ahead and touch it. It’s all nice and warm.” Amanda pulled up her sleeve and held her hand in the water, keeping it under the shower stream. I put my hand in next to hers. The water was just right. Warm, but only gently so, not anywhere near so hot as to scald me. “Here’s what we are going to do,” Amanda said. “We’re going to get this off of you, wipe you up some, and then we’ll finish cleaning you up in the shower.” She looked down at me as if she was expecting a response. “Can we do that?” I didn’t understand why she needed my permission to change my messy diaper or why she seemed so hesitant to call it what it was, but I nodded up and down, anyway. Her fingers fumbled around on the diaper tapes for a few seconds, unsure exactly what to do. Then she ripped them off one by one, keeping a grip on the diaper so it didn’t immediately drop down to the floor once all the tapes were off. Then the diaper was off, and with it, any remaining barrier preventing the smell of what I had done in it from escaping. The odor wasn’t pleasant in any way, but I was much more used to it than the two women who were helping me get cleaned up, both of whom appeared to be stifling the need to gag. One woman held the diaper beneath me while the other ran cold, wet wipes along my bottom, depositing them into the diaper. After a dozen wipes, she rolled up the diaper and tossed it in the trash. “There has to be an air freshener somewhere,” Jodie said as she turned on the bathroom fan and opened several cupboards. She found the can she was looking for and made a few broad, sweeping sprays across the bathroom. “Just one more thing to do now: we need to get you in the shower.” Amanda placed a supporting arm around me as I stepped into the shower. The warm, pounding water caressed my skin as I stood with my back to the shower. Each woman grabbed a washcloth and began to wipe me down, both around my waist and then my arms and legs, everything except my hair, which they had done up in a bun to avoid it getting wet. Had they said they would take me to the hospital after this? But why? I wasn’t sick. Even Amanda had admitted that I appeared healthy? Everything in my mind still felt a bit fuzzy. I was struggling to make sense of what was going on. I shivered as the water was turned off abruptly, and then a large towel was draped around me as Amanda helped me out of the bathtub. “Sarah, can you tell us where your mom might be?” “Work.” “And where does your mother work?” I shrugged beneath the towel. “I dunno.” “And your little sister? What about Emilia?” “School.” The brief interrogation ended as they finished drying me off and led me back to the bedroom. I laid on the bed out of habit, even though they hadn’t placed a changing pad onto the sheets. There was a raised voice coming from somewhere else in the house. But just one person. It sounded like the man was yelling at someone over the phone. The women looked at each other. “I’m sure there have to be clothes for her somewhere,” Jodie said. They went over to my dresser and pulled open nearly every drawer before selecting an outfit for me to wear. I held my arms up as the women slid a t-shirt and hoodie over me. But seeing the next item of clothing they wanted to put on me caused me to cross my legs and shake my head from side to side. Amanda was holding a pair of underwear that she must have found in the dresser. “You can do it,” she said, holding the underwear out in front of me. “No one is going to make you wear diapers anymore. You can put it on yourself if you want to.” What was she talking about? Being made to wear diapers? That wasn’t true. I wanted to wear them. I wanted to wear them because I wasn’t capable of being potty trained. “But I wanna wear diapies.” Jodie sighed softly and sat down on the bed next to me. She placed an arm around my shoulder. She waved her other hand around the room. At the crib. At the stacks of diapers in the closet. At the diaper changing supplies sitting atop the dresser. “None of this is right. You’re a teenager. And it wasn’t right for your mom to treat you like this for so long. It’s OK for you to want to wear underwear again.” I looked back and forth between the two women. They didn’t get it. Maybe Mom could explain it properly to them in a way I couldn’t, not with baby words. I tried to think of some big girl words that might do the trick, but they all seemed to elude me. But if there was one thing that Mom had fully ingrained in me, it was being obedient to authority figures, so I let the women dress me how they wanted to. After I uncrossed my legs, the women continued dressing me, getting the underwear on and then pulling on a pair of leggings and socks. I still felt naked as I got off of the bed. Walking felt unnatural with the absence of a diaper and the way the padding between my legs would impact my gait. I waddled a little as if there was an imaginary diaper still between my legs. At least the yelling off on the other side of the house had stopped. “Jodie, can you go find a jacket for Sarah? It’s getting pretty cold out right now?” Jodie hurried off ahead while Amanda walked slowly beside me, holding my hand. I didn’t really want to go to the hospital. But I didn’t want to not comply with these nice ladies, either. “Where’s mommy?” “We don’t know where mommy is right now. But I think it’s best to have a break from seeing her.” I paused a few feet from the bedroom door. My voice quivered slightly. “But…” Amanda took hold of my hand. “We’ll get a nice warm jacket on you before we get out to the car. And then, we can stop and get something to eat on the way to the hospital. Does that sound good?” I was hungry. It had to be close to when Mom would come home with Emilia. I let Amanda lead me out of the bedroom. I took three steps into the hallway, and then everything was warm and wet in my pants. Only I didn’t have a diaper on, so the wetness spread out, running down the legs of my jeans and dripping into an ever-growing puddle between my feet on the floor. There is a reason that only big girls are allowed to wear underwear.

A short story spinoff by LittleFallenPrincess based on the Infernum Infantem/Parum Mortis universe I created. So to start off... I know it's a bit late. But thought I'd quickly sneak this in before New Year and the Christmas period is over completely, as I didn't want people to miss out on this small story update to one of my favourite stories that I've written so far, whilst also giving early access to those who support me on SubscribeStar. It's only short, at 4 chapters long, and probably a good indicator as to the length and quality of my soon-to-be commissioned short stories that will be exclusive to my SubscribeStar. It's a little light on the ABDL elements, but I hope you still enjoy it as it was a lot of fun to write. And if you're interested on reading more short stories from me, keep an eye out on my SubscribeStar as I hope to start a trial run of commissioned short stories in January, ideally taking on two per month from the following month if the interest is there. Chapter 1: Christmas Eve Infernum Infantem: Nativitas Reunionis – LittleFallenPrincess “Nia, we’re going to be late… YOU BETTER HURRY UP!” Vic shouted from the hallway. “IN A MINUTE!” I yelled, struggling to pull the zipper up on my new coat. “Do you need help?” I heard her ask, from the other side of the door this time. “Damn infernal mittens making everything so difficult…” I grumbled as Victoria opened the door. Her heels clacked on my wooden bedroom floor as she walked over and stood in front of me, quickly taking over and pulling the zip up. I now looked like an overgrown toddler with this huge puffy coat, thick snow pants, cute pink boots, and these ridiculous mittens which made everything a thousand times more difficult to do with them on. At least it was only the boots and mittens that were pink, I think I’d die and go back to Hell if my coat and pants were pink too, thankfully they were black so I only looked semi-ridiculous. But no, what scared me most was what was underneath this thick winter clothing. But hey, at least only those attending this thing will get to see that, and they’re all littles too and have seen me in much worse. “You ready, babygirl?” Vic asked me as she looked down at me with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers, wrapping her arms around me and pulling my body against hers. For a second I completely forgot how ridiculous I looked compared to the gorgeous Goddess that was my girlfriend, with her long, smart black coat and hella sexy sparkly black dress underneath it. For that second, I melted into a subby little pile of goo as I embraced the hug. Ignore the leg being raised behind me and the tail swishing, it means NOTHING, got that? “Won’t people get scared if they see me?” I asked, pulling away from the hug and pointing up at my horns and then turning around to show my tail to her. “We’ll be in the car for the drive over, and our windows are tinted. And you know the Sanctuary has that perception doodad thingy that the street has where Teles’ cafe is. Humans won’t be able to see you, don’t worry. I want you to be yourself today, both as my gorgeous demon girlfriend and also my adorable ickle babygirl…” Vic said, booping my nose before quickly kissing my cheek, making my already red cheeks even redder. “Stooooooop!” I whined, rubbing my cheek where she kissed it, but not-so-secretly hoping she would just replace the kiss again. It’s not like her lipstick would be noticeable, the benefits of having demonic red skin I guess. “Right, you ready then, baby?” “Uh huh. So can you tell me what this is yet?” She had told me that we were having an ‘event’ at the Sanctuary, but that was it. She hadn’t told me anything else, other than that it was going to be for littles and that all my friends would be there. I wondered if it had anything to do with this ‘Christmas’ or whatever it is that humans call it, as Vic had been so different this month, putting up fancy lights and sparkly decorations all around the manor and playing all sorts of music I had never heard of before. All it consisted of was ‘Christmas cheer’ and ‘love for all’ and something about decking some halls… which I didn’t understand… but I have to admit, it wasn’t too bad, and it was really nice seeing Vic looking happier than ever. Like seriously, I don’t think I’ve seen her this cheery in… well… ever. “Nope. Now get that cute padded butt in the car, and watch your tail in the door…” “THAT WAS ONE TIME!” I whined. “And I’ll continue to remind you.” She giggled, making my heart soar. “Now go on, off you waddle…” And so I did, off I waddled out of my bedroom and down to the car, Vic following close behind me, giggling every time my ‘underwear’ crinkled. Which was constantly. I was really excited to see my friends again. It had been a while since the last time I saw them, Susie and Beth had had another long trip away to help someone again, Lucy had become a bit of a shut in after a very brief attempt at dating again, Grim and Abby were busy with lots of stuff, and even Beatrice had moved out. That’s right, Beatrice was no longer Vic’s maid, now that her whole ‘setting me up with Vic’ plan went off perfectly. She has moved into the Sanctuary temporarily, whilst she finds a new purpose in life. So I was excited to see her again, as I must admit… I missed having a Nanny. She made changing time… yeah… Talking of changes! Brelgamur, or Belle as we have been calling her, also moved out. She found her own place and has sworn off returning to Hell. I did ask my sister if she was also one of our siblings, given Belle’s reluctance to return to Hell, but Lucifer insists she was a human originally. And no matter how much I whine and beg and brat, Lucifer still won’t reveal which of the demons are our angelic-siblings-turned-demon. But I swear, one of these days she’ll break… So yeah, mostly it’s just been me and Vic, which has made the manor feel a bit… empty, but at the same time it’s allowed us to get closer and more intimate. Our relationship has definitely blossomed and I love her even more and more each day. The only time we fight is when I’m a brat and even then that’s fixed with a quick spanking. She’s even learned how to tame my tail so she doesn’t get thwacked in the face whilst trying to thwack my butt! After a very anxious car ride in which I was worried people would be able to see my horns and skin through the tinted windows, we arrived at the Sanctuary in Vic’s latest sports car, pulling up in our usual parking spot. Yeah… we spend a lot of time here. When Susie and Beth are around, I’d usually be spending a lot of time with Susie, catching up after all this time apart, whilst Vic and Beth would sit together and chat. Victoria wanted to know everything about this supernatural side of the world, as her library only contains a very very limited amount of knowledge of it all and Beth is one of the most knowledgeable people we know, her library puts both of Victoria’s to shame. So we have our own little parking spot that we usually take. Waddling into the Sanctuary, through the entrance hallway, I was greeted by all my friends standing together in a group, all looking at me. “NIA!” They cried out, rushing over and pouncing on me, each one of them joining the hug puddle. “Hey you lot… it’s good to see you too, haha!” I laughed, trying not to get smothered by affection to the point I couldn’t breathe. “Aren’t you excited?” Lucy asked, being the first one to break the hug. “About what? Vic wouldn’t tell me anything about what is going on.” “What has she told you?” Susie asked, pulling away as Grim and Abby also did the same. “That it is an event for littles, that’s it.” “Oh then we’re not spoiling anything…” “Good girl.” Beth said, grinning down to her wife, making Susie wiggle and blush. “Yes, I’ve got the camera ready…” Vic said, ominously, as she held up her fancy, expensive camera that I got her for her birthday. “I knew getting you that would come back to bite me…” I groaned, rolling my eyes at her. “Come on, let's go!” Lucy announced, excitedly, as she grabbed my hand and escorted me through the lobby, which was just as well-decorated as our manor, with tinsel and fairy lights and everything. “Why are there decorations here? I wouldn’t have thought our world would celebrate such a silly holiday? If anything, maybe something a bit more… Pagan?” I asked. “Its origins are Pagan, but no, that's not why we do it.” Beatrice said as she rushed over and grabbed me, pulling me up into a huge hug as she lifted me onto her hip. “Missed you, kiddo.” “Missed you too!” Everyone else continued towards the play room, whilst Beatrice stayed in the lobby with me, bouncing me up and down gently on her hip. “Sorry I’ve not been about, been figuring things out.” She apologised. “Oh psst, shush, it’s okay! Managed to find your new goal in life?” I asked, as she continued bouncing me on her hip. “Not yet, but I’m sure I’ll find it. Anyway, yes, we celebrate because we like the cheer it brings. Sure, we don’t celebrate the religious part of it, but we do like the gift-giving and all the other silly human traditions. So we celebrate our own way, a bit of human tradition and a bit of our own. Helps those who used to be human, like Lucy.” “So you do this every year?” “Look, I don’t want to say this in front of Vic… but we haven’t done this in decades. At the sanctuary? Sure, every year without fail. But at the manor? No. Vic was in a very, very dark place, so she never wanted to celebrate a holiday in which everyone is with family. It was a bad time for her, so I spent most of my time keeping her attention off everything around this time of year.” “But now…?” “Now she’s got you. She’s worked on her trauma, and even though she’s got her own new brand of trauma from her trip to Hell… she’s doing better than ever. All because of you. So this year, she’s wanting to go all out. Like I mean… ALL out. So whilst I’m going to keep today a bit of a surprise, I will say that we’ll all be around yours tomorrow.” “Huh?” “For Christmas dinner, duh!” “Christmas… dinner? Do you eat… Christmas?” “Silly baby, it’s just a big family meal, in which everyone eats way too much turkey and roast potatoes and gravy, they wear stupid paper crowns from mini explosive satchels, and then play party games when everyone is in a food coma afterwards.” “And you’re all coming for it?” I asked, confused. “Who do you think is cooking it? Vic certainly isn’t a great cook!” Bea winked at me. “So… everyone? Wow…” “I know you don’t understand the big thing about Christmas, I don’t blame you. You’re a demon and you’ve spent most of your time in Hell. But just play along, okay? Even if only for Vic’s sake. She needs this. Let her spoil you, let her celebrate this.” “Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on ruining it for her. I haven’t seen her this cheery in forever. It’s… really nice.” I smiled warmly thinking about my girlfriend being happy. “I’m glad. Now, you’re going to be extra blushy when I carry you through, so get ready.” “Huh… what?” I said, squirming and wriggling in my ex-Nanny’s arms as she carried me towards the playroom. The whole play room was decorated with the same kind of stuff the manor and the Sanctuary was decorated with, making it feel… festive? Is that the right word? Either way, it was… nice. Especially seeing Vic’s face light up as I was carried in and over to the centre of the room, where everyone’s eyes were on… me. I swear my face couldn’t get any redder as everyone smiled and giggled, before I noticed someone sitting in the centre of the room… dressed… like some of the decorations? A big human dressed up in a red suit with a big white beard… Beatrice carried me over to the strange human man and placed me down… on his lap! ‘WHAT THE HELL? Why am I being given over to this large human?’ I thought to myself as Bea walked away, leaving me on the lap of this strange man. “Hello there, little one…” A deep, booming voice came from behind the beard. Upon closer inspection… I noticed it was fake. “Umm… Vic? What is this?” I asked, nervously. “This, Nia, is Santa Claus. Or Father Christmas.” “So is there like a Mummy Christmas or a baby Christmas? Is there a whole family of Christmases?” “No, silly baby…” She sighed, laughing to herself. “He delivers presents to all the good children at midnight on Christmas day. You wake up to presents from him.” I knew it was a gift-giving celebration, but that’s pretty much the extent of my knowledge. “So…” “So here is your chance to tell Santa what you want!” She exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly at me. “I… umm… I ask this big guy for stuff… and he brings it to me?” “Pretty much!” Lucy said, smiling over at me as she looked adorable in her smartest ‘little’ dress. “I WANT A NEW GAMING RIG!” I yelled at this strange fat man’s face. “Ho ho ho… I think that can be arranged.” The bearded man laughed as he… jiggled. “So what, are you like a warlock or something? What is the extent of your magic? Because there are billions of human children, right? So that must mean you… yeah there is no physical way you could deliver that many presents in one night.” “I have my secrets…” He winked at me. “You’ve been a very good girl this year, Nia, so I’m sure we can find something for you, don’t you worry!” “You better…” I squinted at him, giving my evilest look and scrunching my face up at him. “I think that’s enough… got the pictures?” Beatrice asked Vic as she pulled me off Santa’s lap and started unzipping my coat, taking all these thick layers off me. “Yeah, I was surprised that she was that well behaved!” Vic giggled, walking over to me and planting a kiss on my forehead. “So that’s what you want? A gaming rig?” “I mean… I’m just happy to have my family here. That would have been my first wish. But now I’ve got you all… yeah, I want a freaking gaming rig!” I grinned up at her. “Well we’ll see what Santa brings you tomorrow.” Vic said, as if deep in thought. “Now, why don’t we get you into just your baby party dress and you can go play with your friends.” “We’ve got all day, right?” “Yep. Then we’re off home and you’re going to snuggle with me on the sofa as I show you Christmas movies that we’ve both missed out on, ones that Beatrice recommended.” “I have good taste, don’t worry!” Bea winked at me. “She does. And then after that, early night for you, baby! You’re going in your crib tonight too.” “Early night? Whyyyyyyy?” I whined. “Because we’ve got a busy day tomorrow, and Mummy has some things to work on. And most importantly… if you’re not asleep early, Santa won’t come.” “So no… no gaming rig?” Here came the puppy dog eyes. I was getting better and better at them. Vic will be powerless against them once I’ve mastered them. “Nope.” She snapped back at me, grinning back at me. “Fine. Early night it is. I better have at least 32gb of RAM though. And be water cooled. And have fancy lights.” “I’m sure he won’t disappoint.” Vic said, with both her and Beatrice laughing, making me pout and stick my tongue out at the two of them. Chapter 2: Christmas Day Infernum Infantem: Nativitas Reunionis – LittleFallenPrincess I woke up with an energy flowing through me that I had never felt upon waking up. Usually I wake up and need at least five energy drinks to be able to even string a coherent string of words together to form a sentence, but today… Today was different. The way they hyped up the arrival of this jolly fat guy wearing red, delivering presents… I can’t say I’m not excited to see if what they said is actually true. I know lots of entities in this world and other worlds, from vampires to trolls to Elder Gods… but I had never heard of this ‘Santa Claus’. He must have some pretty impressive magic if he manages to deliver all those presents in one night. Maybe I’ll hunt him down and find out his secret one day. For now though… I should have a fancy new gaming computer sitting there… just for me… So jumping up out of my crib with the agility of a cat, landing on my feet on the outside of the crib, with a thick, soggy nappy drooping close to my knees, I ran… or waddled… as fast as I could out of the nursery and towards the door. I wasn’t going to let a soggy nappy slow me down, I wanted my presents! As soon as I reached the door, I swung it open and dashed out, skidding across the floor as I turned down the hallway, running at full speed towards the living room. “Ah ah ah…” That voice stopped me in my tracks as I stumbled forward, trying my best to stop… but finding it hard as I barreled into the wall. “Oh dear! Are you okay, babygirl?” Victoria asked as she rushed over in her dressing gown and fuzzy slippers, bending down and helping me up. “I… I’m okay. Sorry. Did I wake you?” I replied. “No, but as soon as I saw you leap from the crib I knew I better get out of bed.” “You saw…?” “The baby monitor has a video function…” She grinned at me. “EEEEK!” I cried out, quickly hiding my blushing face in her chest. “Is someone excited to see what Santa left her?” “U… Uh huh…” “Well the rule is, you can’t open them without me being there.” “Wait, that’s a rule? Sorry! I didn’t…” I looked down at my feet, feeling really guilty all of a sudden. “It’s okay, my love. You didn’t know, and I forgot to tell you last night. I have to watch you open your presents! As if I couldn’t miss that adorable face as you see what you got…” I nuzzled further into her chest, burying my face deeper into her dressing gown, and wiggled my tail. “Still… sowwy.” “That’s okay baby, why don’t we go head downstairs and see what you got?” I broke free of our embrace and backed up, nodding up at her and smiling from ear to ear as she held out her hand. Grabbing it, I turned and followed closely by her side as she escorted me towards my new gaming computer. “This… this is… umm…” I said, awkwardly, as I sat cross-legged on the rug near the Christmas tree. There were dozens of little gifts, all wrapped perfectly, just underneath the bristly branches. And I had chosen the biggest one there, pulling it close and tearing the paper off without even thinking about how much of a mess I was creating. “I thought you wanted a new computer?” Vic said, looking confused from the sofa as I sat in front of this… gift. “I… it’s not really a computer, you know that? It looks like the babyish toys in my nursery…” I pressed the button on the fake, colourful keyboard and the monitor showed the image of a cow as a ‘moo’ sound came from the speakers on the back. “I thought…” That’s when she broke into laughter. “I’m so sorry, sweetie, I couldn’t keep it up… as soon as Beatrice suggested this prank I just had to…” “Beatrice… of course it was her…” I sighed in relief that this was just a prank. “Check behind the sofa. Be careful pulling it out…” Vic said, pointing behind her. Jumping to my feet, my even-soggier nappy weighing me down and sloshing about, I waddled behind the sofa to find an enormous box! And because I’m a good girl, I did as my Mummy said and carefully pulled it out from the sofa and around to the front so she could see me open it. “AHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed in delight as I tore the colourful paper off my huge present, and saw the multiple boxes inside it. Monitor, keyboard, mice… everything! Like… this was everything I wanted! “I did ask Lucy for some help picking out the things. You know how I am with computers compared to you two. Did she pick well?” “Wait…” I turned to face her, my own turning serious for a second. “I thought Santa brought gifts…” “I’ll explain it to you later, sweetie. It’s a very complicated system…” She giggled, making me feel like there was another joke being played on me. After my presents were opened, and after Vic had opened a cute little handmade bracelet I had made for her at the last little’s event, we snuggled up on the sofa, surrounded by Christmas decorations and the enormous tree in the corner. But I could feel my tummy rumbling, so I looked up at Vic as the noise reverberated around the living room. Yes, it was that loud. Demons get hungry, I can’t help it! “Is that a food thing or a succubus thing?” Vic asked. “A bit of both?” “Well your wet nurse is on holiday, so we could always… you know…” “Oh… fun big girl time?” I looked up at her, excitedly. “We’d have to be extra careful… But you need breakfast first anyway, and then we have family coming over, so I don’t know if we have time, you may have to wait til later. I told everyone to come over at twelve, apparently Beatrice doesn’t need much time to cook the turkey thanks to her magic.” “I could always take it to Hell… I’m sure the brimstone will add a nice… flavour…” I giggled. “No more trips to Hell, Missy! For either of us. Once was enough for me, thank you very much.” I giggled a bit more before snuggling back into her arms and relaxing. If our friends were coming over soon, I wanted to make the most out of this snuggly time with my Mama whilst I can. “I wuv you, Mama…” I whispered up at her, earning myself a squeeze and a kiss on the top of my head from her. “I love you too, baby. My little ‘Child of Darkness’.” That was her cute little pet name for me that she sometimes uses, due to her expecting to give birth to the bringer of the end of the world and ending up with… this overgrown baby. It made me pout, but it made us both giggle, and it was our special thing, so I loved it. “So you say our friends are coming over…” I began, before getting cut off. “I said family, but yes, friends too.” “Huh?” The doorbell rang, indicating that someone had arrived. “Wait… is it twelve already?” Vic yelled, jumping up and ruining our snuggly time. “I didn’t realise it was that late!” I had been too engrossed setting up my new gaming PC and opening all my gifts and snuggling to realise the time, so it seemed like neither of us were on the ball today. “I’ll go answer that…” Vic said, turning and looking down at me, as I sat on the sofa still. “You go get dressed, into something less babyish, okay baby?” “Less babyish? I thought you’d want me babyish today…” “No, our friends are okay with it, but I don’t know about family.” “You said family again, like it’s a separate thing… what are you talking about?” “Go! Go get dressed, quickly!” Vic pulled me up quickly, smacking my padded butt lightly, rushing me out of the living room. As I waddled up the stairs, I heard familiar voices coming from the main hallway of the manor. Beatrice, Beth and Susie had arrived by the sounds of it. I couldn’t make out any other voices, so Lucy’s house must not have arrived yet. As I was in the middle of taking the huge nappy off, managing one tape but getting stuck on the second, I heard a knock on the nursery door. “Hello?” Someone called out. “Occupied!” I cried out, desperate to stop them from coming in and seeing me like this. “I know, silly! Your Mummy said you may need a hand changing your nappy and getting dressed. And since Susie already needs a change, I offered. Especially as Bea has her hands full with Christmas dinner…” “Oh… Beth… sure… umm… come in?” I responded, blushing, as she and Susie walked in, pulling that ‘oh, doesn’t she look adorable?’ face at me. “Come on then hun, let's get you changed. Where are your big girl clothes?” “In… in my bedroom…” I replied. “That’s okay. Let’s get the nappy done first, then I’ll go get some clothes for you.” So I watched as she escorted Susie over to the changing table, lifting her up onto it and lifting up her smart, adult dress. I blushed and looked away, because even though I had been changed in front of other littles, including Susie, and they had been changed in front of me… I still found it embarrassing. Susie though… by now she felt no shame. It had been decades since she got introduced to all this, so she no longer felt the embarrassment of doing any of it in front of other littles and caregivers. “Any idea why we have to dress up smart?” Susie asked me as she got her nappy changed. “Nope. Vic won’t tell me.” “We’ve gotta pretend to be adults apparently. Non-kinksters attending or something like that.” “Non-kinksters? Who?” “Don’t ask me, I’m in the dark about this too…” Beth joined in, shrugging. And so as I waited for my turn to get changed, I wondered just who-in-the-Hell Vic invited. Shortly after I got changed into a clean nappy and a nice, appropriate dress, we headed back downstairs and I got to say hi to Beatrice, just in time for Lucy, Abs and Grim to arrive. They too were all dressed up all fancy, which surprised me. I thought it must be another big prank, but no… this seemed genuine, but none of us knew why and Vic was mysteriously absent most of the time. That was… until the doorbell went again. “Did she invite Meddy and Pandora?” I asked around the living room, but everyone shook their heads and shrugged. “GET THAT, WILL YOU BABY? I’M JUST GETTING READY.” Vic shouted down from the balcony, loud enough that I could hear it from the living room. “I guess I’ll answer the door… I hope they’re okay with demons…” I shrugged, knowing that my glamour hadn’t been applied, as this was supposed to be a day I wouldn’t need it. I shuffled off towards the front door as everyone continued to talk about presents and gifts and what their families are doing and stuff. And as I got nearer, I could hear multiple voices, ones that sounded familiar but I couldn’t place. ‘Maybe she did invite Pandora and Meddy…’ I shrugged, turning the doorknob and slowly opening the large front door. “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” Four people I had never seen before all looked at me in wonder, with great big smiles on their faces. Apparently not even demon-red skin, horns and a tail could scare these carolers away. (Yes, I had that experience earlier in the month. Usually the big, creepy manor deters random people coming up the driveway, but some carolers got especially brave, climbed the gate, and made their way to the front door. Safe to say… they won’t be coming back again. I nearly sent them home with nappies, they clearly needed them.) “I… sorry, you have the wrong house?” I replied to these… very beautiful people. Like seriously… these were like model-status gorgeous. They all wore white winter coats and looked immaculate, two guys and two gals, they all just smiled at me. Except one of the guys, who you could tell was pretending to smile. “NIA! AHHHHHHH!” One of the women thrust themselves forward, wrapping their arms around me and hugging me tightly. Despite the uncomfortable unconsenting hug, I felt a warmth from it that felt… familiar. But it was what I could now see behind them, that made things fall into place a little bit better. Or should I say… who. “Lucifer…” I croaked to the figure in the background, hanging out a dozen feet or so behind the group. I tried to sound normal, but you try that whilst having the stuffing squeezed out of you by this gorgeous woman hugging you! “Hey Sis. You seem surprised. Oh no… don’t tell me that lovely girlfriend of yours didn’t tell you…” Lucifer replied, sighing and clutching her forehead in disbelief. “Tell me… what?” I cried out, pulling myself away from the stranger who may have tried to end my existence on Earth by hugging me to death. “You don’t remember us?” The hugger said, looking offended as she flicked her gorgeous mousy-brown hair behind her shoulders. “I told you… her memories are slowly returning…” Lucifer said, before getting cut off suddenly. “Yes, but I don’t trust anything you say, viper…” She hissed at Lucifer. “Ugh, why don’t you go shove it up your angelic arse…” “Angeli…” I said, before getting interrupted. The four figures clad in white all turned back to me and smiled, before announcing in unison: “We’re your siblings, Nia!” “Sib…lings? Wait… are you… angels?” I asked, confused and bewildered. “Well duh, of course we are!” The black haired woman said. “Sorry… I… I don’t remember you.” It’s true, I genuinely didn’t. They felt familiar… but I couldn’t remember anything about them. My memories had been returning, but it seemed to be in reverse. Newer memories were returning, then ones from about a hundred years ago, then two hundred, and so on. I hadn’t remembered anything about my old existence as an angel yet, or any of my siblings aside from Lucifer. “That’s okay! We certainly remember you!” “Is… is that a good thing?” I asked. “Of course! We missed you, silly!” The brown-haired woman stepped forward and hugged me again, before backing off and introducing herself. “I’m Gabriel. We were as close as you and Luci were. But then there weren’t any angels who disliked you, hun. Everyone loved you. I don’t think it was possible to not love you.” The guy who had been fake-smiling before coughed awkwardly, looking around. Clearly he was the exception, whoever he was. The other guy, the one with long, dark hair stepped up next and hugged me. “Raph. Or Raphael. It’s good to see you again, Niazriel. I was wondering if any of you would break Father’s curse. But I think we all knew if anyone could… it was you.” He smiled at me. His aura just felt… he felt very ‘big brother’ to me… which felt nice. The other woman stepped forward, gave me a huge hug and waved at me. “Azrael. Angel of Death.” This woman looked different from the others, as she looked a lot more like Lucifer. Dark makeup and jet-black hair… This just made her stand out more with her white coat and white dress. Kinda like if you shoved someone pure into someone dark and edgy… this was the result. But she seemed nice at least. The last one, the snobby guy in the back, didn’t come and hug me like the others, they just nodded at me and turned their eyes away from me, before taking the lead and walking past me, straight into the house. “Oh my Dad… is this where you’re living now?” Gabriel said as she walked in after the snobby angel. Azrael and Raphael quickly followed them both, walking straight past me as if I wasn’t there. Thankfully, that’s when Luci walked up to me, put her arms around me, and hugged me tightly. “Yeah… that last one is Michael. He’s an ass. He was the only one who didn’t like you.” “He… didn’t like me?” I asked, feeling deeply hurt. “Well… he hated how much attention you got from the others. And how much Dad loved you. So when you sided with me, it just increased his hatred towards you due to his loyalty to Dad. He was the one who egged Dad on to give you all this curse and not just banish you to Hell, so excuse him. It’s been way too long since I saw him, he’s clearly not changed.” “Is… is this everyone? I thought there were loads of angels?” “Because of the date today, most of us are at Dad’s favourite son’s birthday party… even if he wasn’t born in December and it was just stolen from Pagans. But anyway, yeah, most couldn’t make it, and I’m not exactly welcome up there, so I was free anyway. I was going to just get drunk. Your girlfriend prayed for your family to visit, and Gabriel… being Gabriel… rounded up as many as she could afford to pull away. So you got us.” “You heard them?” “Hey, I’m still an angel. I can hear prayers too. And despite their disgust towards me, and my inability to deal with their Holier-than-thou bullshit… I wasn’t going to miss out on spending a holiday with my fave sis! Though I must say… I was expecting you to be more… infantile…” Luci winked at me, grinning, making me blush instantly. “Oi! That was… shush! She made me dress up nicely today.” I pouted at her. “I can hear the crinkles, sis. You’re not completely an adult. Don’t worry, the others won’t realise. Now, shall we go see how our siblings react to your non-human friends?” Lucifer said, putting her arm around me and closing the front door behind us. Chapter 3: Christmas Reunion Infernum Infantem: Nativitas Reunionis – LittleFallenPrincess Walking into the living room, I was still slightly in shock that not only were my family wanting to see me… but that they were here, for Christmas dinner. I couldn’t remember any of them exactly, but they felt familiar, like… home. But the stark difference between our appearances kept reminding me that I had apparently fucked up big time siding with Lucifer eons ago, as their pristine white dresses and suits they had hidden underneath their coats clashed with my dark purple dress and my red skin… and horns… and tail… and fangs… “Umm… come on through… umm…” I mumbled, showing them through the main hall towards the living room where everyone else was currently chatting happily. Opening the door, I hesitantly smiled at everyone. “Hey Nia, are you okay, sweetie? You look… nervous.” Beth said, holding Susie on her lap. Nia, Abby and Grim were all sitting on the sofa together, and Beatrice was in the corner with her back turned to me, pouring herself a drink. “I… I’d like to introduce our latest guests…” I replied, awkwardly. “Who did Vic invite this time?” Beatrice laughed, without turning around. “My… my family…” I heard the clink of ice dropping into a glass as Beatrice turned around, her face looking mortified. “WHICH… ONES?” She growled at me. “Um… my… angelic ones…” “Angelic ones?” Lucy asked, confused. “Nia… she used to be an angel. She’s Lucifer’s sister…” Beatrice explained. I’m glad Beatrice explained it for me, as it still felt awkward for me to say. I hadn’t told anyone, only Vic. But since Beatrice knew about the whole thing, as her and Lucifer were the ones to set Vic and me up to break the curse… of course she already knew. My friends though… none of them knew. I mean it’s not something I can just blurt out whilst playing with dolls or colouring something. ‘Oh hey, so I used to be an angel and tried to rebel against God himself and got turned into a creature of Hell forced to suck the life force from others for eternity.’ They don’t even write a greeting card for that kind of thing. “Nia… was an ANGEL?” Lucy looked back over at me with amazement on her face, her mouth open wide. “Makes sense. Demons were probably transformed angels after the rebellion.” Beth said, as if it was just normal for her to know these things. Susie, Abby and Grim all looked at me in surprise, but still… nowhere near as excited or amazed as Lucy was currently. She must have a thing for angels. “Nia… which ones are here?” Beatrice asked, looking angrier than I had ever seen her before. “Raphael… Gabriel… Azrael… Michael…” “RAPH, GABE… GET IN HERE, NOW!” Beatrice screamed, her voice echoing through the whole manor. I turned around to see Raphael and Gabriel shuffle guiltily into the living room, looking at the floor. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” Bea asked, crossing her arms the way Vic does whenever I’ve been bratty. “We… we didn’t know you’d be here… We honestly didn’t know you even knew our sister…” Gabriel replied, sounding nervous. “Yeah… what she said.” Raphael added. “Wait… so Beatrice knows two Archangels?” Lucy asked Grim, who just shrugged his shoulders. “Bea? How do you know my siblings?” I asked her. “How do you think…?” Lucifer said as she walked past us all, confidently, pushing past the two guilty-looking angels and walking over to Beatrice, where she began making herself a drink. “What does she mean by that?” Lucy asked, innocently. The rest of us had figured it out already. “It means they fu…” “ANYWAY!” Azrael said, cutting Grim off and walking in. “Hi, I’m Azrael. Hi Beatrice.” She said, nodding over to Beatrice, who just nodded back at her. ‘At least she hasn’t gone through my entire family tree…’ I thought to myself, rolling my eyes at my ex-nanny. “Azrael? The angel of Death?” Lucy asked, surprised. “I’ve met Death. You’re not them.” Susie spoke up, giving the evil eye to Azrael. “I… well…” Azrael looked around, nervously. Lucifer laughed, causing everyone to all look at her now. “She’s Death’s biggest fangirl. She’s probably the first ever fangirl of anything, ever. She saw Death once near the beginning of time and since then has been obsessed about copying them. Hence the edgy makeup.” Lucifer said, popping the olive from her drink into her mouth. “SHUT UP, VIPER!” Azrael snapped at her, making Lucifer laugh. “Oh hello! You must be Nia’s family, it’s lovely to meet you all! I’m glad you could come!” Victoria said, appearing in the doorway on the other side of the living room, looking absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. If she didn’t have me getting hungrier and hungrier by the minute just looking at her, I would probably yell at her for surprising me with all this. No, instead I was too busy thinking about jumping her bones to be angry right now. Thankfully, Beatrice had my back on that front. No, not the jum… oh nevermind, you know what I mean. “Vic… why didn’t you tell me you were inviting MY EXES?” Beatrice yelled across the room, towards my Mummy. “Your… oh. Sorry! I didn’t know! I just thought it’d be nice for Nia to have her family for Christmas…” Victoria looked really awkward now. Lucifer just laughed again, walked past me, towards the comfortable recliner in the corner. But as she passed me, she bent down and whispered: “Oh this is going to be the best Christmas ever…” ----------------------------------------------------------------- And so we all chatted in the living room. Trying to act like a ‘normal’ family. Whatever that is. Lucy kept asking Michael questions, but he kept looking at her with disgust. Lucifer explained to me discreetly that Michael is bad enough normally, but he despises the ‘creatures’ of Earth, ‘creatures’ being vampires and werewolves and undead. Humans he can stand… just about. It was adorable really though, because it looked like a toddler asking their Uncle question after question, and the Uncle has had enough but is trying to be polite and not ruin dinner. Azrael was busy talking to Susie about Death, about their experiences, all whilst Beth sipped her wine, happily listening to her wife ramble on. Grim and Abby kept to themselves mostly, they didn’t seem bothered by my angelic siblings. Vic got an earful from Beatrice, before our friend turned her gaze to her ‘exes’ and started having a go at the pair in the corner of the room, before dragging both of them out of the room to finish cooking Christmas dinner. It was hilarious, Gabriel and Raphael both following her heels closely, like a couple of submissives… It made me wonder just what kind of relationship they had had in the past. And… how many of my damn siblings she’s dated… Lucifer sat in the recliner, drinking slowly, happily listening to the chaos that had engulfed our normally-cosy living area. Vic… Vic seemed hesitant to even look at me. She could see how weird I felt about this, and I think she felt like she had fucked up. Which just left me, sitting on the sofa, awkwardly, not talking or interacting with anyone, just watching everyone else socialising or enjoying themselves. Twiddling my thumbs, squirming in place as my other hunger started rising… I was not exactly having fun. This wasn’t the reunion I was expecting. It was somehow better but also worse than what I had imagined. They weren’t at each other’s throats… or mine… but there was this awkward distance between Lucifer and the others, as if none of them could stand to even look at her, let alone be near her. Lucifer, however, didn’t seem to mind this, as if she was used to it… maybe even enjoyed it. So, taking the initiative, I took a deep breath and walked over to where Lucy and Michael were sitting and completely interrupted what moment they were having by sitting on Michael’s lap. It seems my inner brat was back, and I was going to take these fuckers down with me if they don’t start behaving like adults. “So do you have wings? Do they magically appear or are they squeezed under your suit? Can I see them?” Lucy asked him as I sat down. “Grim wants to chat to you.” I lied to Lucy, making her wander off awkwardly, sitting by Abby and Grim and chatting to them. Once she was out of earshot, I turned and grinned at Michael, who looked just as visibly disgusted at me as he did around Lucy. “What?” He snapped at me. “How’s it hanging, big bro?” I replied, my grin growing with each uncomfortable second. “Hello, Niazriel.” He was clearly an angel of few words. “So obviously correct me if I’m wrong, as the whole ‘having my memories stolen from me’ kinda ruins a reunion when you can’t remember even knowing them… but it seems you don’t like me. Why is that?” “I…” “Is it my red skin? Tail? Horns?” “That is just evidence of your betrayal.” He looked up at me and stared at me directly in the eyes. “But I don’t even remember doing it. And even then, it sounds like Dad wasn’t exactly ‘Father of the Year’...” “Don’t you dare talk about him that way…” Michael growled at me, trying not to raise his voice. “Or what? He’ll take my memories again? Oh what a shame. Plus I heard it was you who planted that idea in his head…” “He can do much more than that. What if he decides to take away your little girlfriend…” I laughed and put my hand on his shoulder, gripping tighter and tighter until I could feel my nails cutting through his suit. Any tighter and that’s not all that they would be cutting through… “Michael… don’t underestimate our sister.” Lucifer said, appearing behind me. It appears she had been listening the whole time and decided now was the best time to step in… probably for Michael’s sake. “You hear all the gossip in the Silver City, so I assume you heard about what she did when those cultists took her girlfriend away from her, right?” “I…” Michael rolled his eyes. “She. Is. Off. Limits. Got that?” I growled. Michael just grumbled at me. “GOT THAT?” I growled louder, gaining the attention of the other guests in the room. “Understood.” He muttered. “I don’t give a flying fuck what kind of beef you’ve got with Lucifer, monsters, and more importantly… me. You can come at me with all you’ve got if you want. But if you, or Dad, come for her… I will tear down the Silver City if you even lay a finger on her.” “She will. Not even Dad will be able to stop her.” Lucifer added. “Off limits. Got it. Now get your filthy claws off me, Hellspawn…” Michael replied, with venom in his voice. My anger subsided and I put a huge grin on my face and smiled at him. “Okay Big bro, good catch up!” I said with a chipper voice, jumping off his lap and skipping off to go sit with Vic. “What was that?” Vic asked as I sat on her lap and snuggled up to her, laying my head on her shoulder. “Just family squabbles. It’s nothing.” I smiled up at her. “You threatened him, didn’t you? Because he threatened me?” “Only a little bit. But wait… you could hear?” “No, but I saw your tail stand on end when he growled at you. Then I saw the vice-like grip on his shoulder and put two and two together.” “S… sorry…” “No sweetie, I’m sorry for not telling you about inviting them. I just thought… I wanted you to have family here for Christmas. And now that your memories are slowly returning, I was hoping seeing them would speed it up a bit and you could be happy. I didn’t even stop to think about the animosity between Lucifer and your other siblings… or you and them.” “Shush. You did a lovely thing, but it blew up in your face. Plus Gabriel and Raph seem okay with me! Az… she seems okay… I guess… and hey, Michael is a dick to everyone, apparently. And did you see Beatrice’s face when she found out Gabe and Raph were here? Priceless. That alone would be the best Christmas present ever.” I grinned up at her. “Well I’m glad you’re okay with it. Again, I’m sorry. But don’t worry, that’s not all your presents. I know you got the toys earlier and your computer, and now this… but there’s still one present later.” My eyes lit up upon receiving this news. I loved presents. “What is it?” “That would ruin it. You just enjoy your day. Food shouldn’t be too long now, then after a few party games we’ll snuggle up just me and you and have a nice evening together. That’s when you can have your present, okay baby?” “Is it a sexy present then?” “It’s… pretty sexy.” She smiled back at me. I clapped my hands, excitedly, wiggling on her lap as my tail swished back and forth behind me. “Now, baby girl… how’s that nappy?” She whispered. “I… umm… it’s a bit soggy…” I whispered back. “I can tell…” “Y… you can?” “Yes. But don’t worry, pretty sure your big brother couldn’t tell you were padded when you sat on his lap.” I blushed and nuzzled into her shoulder more, enjoying this closeness, surrounded by family. Even if it is a little dysfunctional. Chapter 4: Christmas Dinner Infernum Infantem: Nativitas Reunionis – LittleFallenPrincess “Who wants to say grace?” Gabriel asked as we all sat around the enormously long dining table in this lavish dining room. Everyone had their own places, with Vic and my friends sitting at one end, and me and my siblings sitting at the other end. I wish I was sitting next to Vic, but my family insisted on spending more time with me after wasting so much time being yelled at by Beatrice. “Seriously, Gabe?” Lucifer gave the hardest stare at our sister, and I quickly joined in. “What?” She replied, not seeing why we were so upset. “You want to thank Dad for this… when both of us were…” “You were cast down for rebelling! That’s on you.” Gabriel responded, sounding very ‘holier than thou’ towards us. “I don’t think it’s in good taste either…” Vic said, thankfully standing up for me. “But we are his loyal children.” Gabe argued. “You’re a suck up, that’s what you are.” Lucifer muttered, rolling her eyes. “SHUT UP SAMAEL!” Gabriel yelled across the table. “OR WHAT?” Lucifer shouted back. “OR I’LL SEND YOU BACK TO HELL MYSELF!” Michael joined in. The three of them started yelling back and forth at each other, picking up cutlery and threatening the other with it. Raph and Azrael hadn’t raised their voices or joined in yet, but I could see them eyeing Lucifer like they were ready to attack her. “Please… stop…” Vic muttered, sounding a little overwhelmed. Normally she’d stand up for herself, and especially for me… but these are angels, she’s just a human. I think she felt a little out of her depth around this celestial family feud, so her fight was just… gone. I could see how upset she was getting as Raphael and Azrael finally joined in the yelling, aiming their hatred at Lucifer. It was now four on one and my girlfriend was getting overwhelmed and Beatrice looked like she was ready to step in but Beth was holding her back, with her hand gripping her sister’s arm. “This… was supposed to be a nice Christmas… I haven’t celebrated since… her… and I just wanted Nia to…” Vic started quietly crying to herself next to me. And I lost it. “EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!” The scream violently filled the room, echoing through the whole manor, making everyone freeze in place, instantly losing their voices, looking terrified. As they all stopped and turned to look at me, their eyes widened in fear and shock (well, all except Beatrice, who had the biggest grin on her face right now), I felt my throat ache like never before, so I grabbed a glass of water from in front of me and chugged it down before looking back up at my siblings and slamming my hands down on the dining table. “STOP. NOW.” I coughed out, sounding scratchy after what was probably the loudest noise I had ever managed. “Can’t you see what you’re doing to my love?” I said, pointing at Vic who had stopped crying at this point and joined the rest of them looking up at me in shock. “I…” Gabe began. “NO! Shut the fuck up, Gabe. And you too Michael. And you Raph. And Azrael.” Lucifer smiled and began to open her mouth before I cut her off too. “AND you too, Lucifer.” They all sat down, awkwardly, giving each other menacing glances. “I don’t give a shit what went down thousands of years ago. Boo hoo, Lucifer rebelled. Maybe she did it for good reason, I don’t know, I CAN’T FUCKING REMEMBER thanks to the worst father of all time. But no matter what, that shit happened so long ago it should be in the past and forgotten about. People change. Look at me, I was torturing nerds in Hell until not that long ago. And now here I am, surrounded by the most wonderful family. And no, this doesn’t include any of you angelic arseholes. Look at my gorgeous girlfriend… She wanted the world to end for the past 40 or so years, but here she sits, trying her best to give me the best Christmas possible. People change. If you can’t deal with that, or at least play nice together, get… the fuck… out.” I growled, bearing my fangs at my ‘siblings’. Vic put her hand on mine and smiled up at me. “S… sorry.” Lucifer said, finally finding the courage to speak up. “I guess things have been left to fester for a while now. None of us ever even tried to move on.” “Yeah… I’m sorry…” Gabriel looked just as guilty as the rest of them, but managed to smile up at Lucifer with genuine kindness in her eyes. “Sorry, Sis…” Raph and Azrael chimed in next. Michael though… no, he can’t accept anything, being the righteous Daddy’s boy that he is… And so he left. Just took the napkin from his collar and dropped it on the plate, before screeching his chair back and walking out in a huff. There was an awkward silence lingering in the air as no one knew what to say once Michael had left. “More food for me!” We all stared at Grim, who had the biggest grin on his face as he reached over and grabbed Michael’s plate, bringing it over to his place and began devouring it. And so the silence broke. Tensions were relieved as everyone laughed at the wolf boy shoving a turkey leg into his mouth. “That, Beatrice… that was amazing.” Lucifer said, undoing the button on her waistcoat and patting her tummy. “I agree.” Gabriel added, gently placing her knife and fork on the empty plate. We had all eaten way too much food and collapsed back into our chairs, not a single one of us leaving a scrap of food on our plates. “Glad we can finally agree on some things.” Luci replied. “Like how we’ve got the best little sister ever?” Gabe smiled at Lucifer, before they both looked at me. “Agreed.” I quickly hid my blushing face behind my napkin. “Shame Michael couldn’t accept this new normal. But then he never liked me.” Luci shrugged. “Don’t mind him, he’s always been like this.” Gabriel said to Lucifer before turning to me. “Thank you, Nia, for all this. And you too Vic, I can’t imagine a better human… no, person, for my sister to be with.” Vic’s face lit up and found it hard to maintain eye contact with my sister. “Yeah, Nia… you’ve found yourself a really good human. And who knew these… What is the collective term for you lot? Monsters?” Gabriel asked. “We don’t really like that term…” Abby spoke up, after staying quiet for so long during that awkward family drama. “Sorry, what do you call your kind then? We’ve always called you monsters.” “We never really coined a term, though lately we’ve been going by ‘Monstrum’.” “That’s literally the same word we use but in a dead language…” Gabe looked confused. “Yes, but it doesn’t sound as mean.” Lucy piped up. Gabriel just laughed, making Lucy blush instantly. “Okay then, well it turns out we’ve been a bit hasty in judging these ‘Monstrum’. Okay… I can see it now, it doesn’t sound as horrible, I understand now. Anyway, yeah, I’m glad you’ve found a family of your own Nia. Though please never forget you also have one in the Silver City.” “And in the underworld…” Lucifer added. “Am I even allowed back in Heaven?” I asked. “I’ll have to talk to Dad. Maybe I can get you a visitor's pass?” Gabe laughed. “So what now?” Beatrice asked, changing the topic quickly, thankfully. “Games and a few drinks?” Vic suggested. “Brilliant! I’m a pro at that game where you buy property and build hotels.” My ex-Nanny grinned. “NO! I’m not playing with you again. I ended up owing you like twelve favours that one game we had.” Lucifer replied to her. “Yeah, I’m out already. Never play against Beatrice.” My other three angelic siblings all said, bowing out instantly. “I’ll play!” Lucy spoke up, stupidly getting herself into something she wasn’t prepared for. “Me too!” Abby and Grim added. Susie and Beth knew better, keeping their mouths shut, as did I. Vic was about to agree to play before I quickly reached over and placed my hand over her mouth, shaking my head violently at her, trying to signal to her not to. “The three kiddos then…” Bea’s grin grew wider… and more sinister. “We’ll have to get going, we need to get back to the Silver City and make sure Michael isn’t telling Dad too many lies about today. Plus you know it’s the ‘kid’s fake birthday, and we already got an earful for skipping out part of that.” Gabriel shrugged. “Awww, do you really have to go?” I whined. “Don’t worry, we’ll come visit more often now.” I climbed out of my chair and ran over to Gabe, pouncing on her and giving her the biggest hug. “I’m glad you’re back with us, Nia. And thank you for starting the healing process for our family. It may take a while, maybe even a few centuries or millennia… but I think we’ll get there eventually thanks to you.” “And Michael?” I asked. “I’m sure you’ll drag him along with us, kicking and screaming, if needed. Don’t you worry about him.” “Oh… Miss Gabriel?” Susie shouted from the other side of the dining room. “Yes, Susan?” “Can you tell my Grandma something?” “Sure. What is it?” Gabriel smiled at my reanimated friend. “That… I… That I made the right choice.” Susie said, blushing and burying her face into her wife’s shoulder. “Got it. I’ll make sure she gets your message.” Gabriel replied, smiling at her. “I’ll see you out. Luci… are you staying or going?” I asked my devilish sister. “I’ll… stay for a bit. If that’s okay. It was nice seeing you Gabe. Eww… I can’t believe I said that. Nia, you’re rubbing off on me.” Lucifer laughed. “She’s always been able to do that. On all of us.” Gabe said, squeezing me tighter. Once my more angelic side of the family had left, leaving just my ‘Monstrum’ side and my devilish sister left, we all moved back into the living room and broke out the party games. Of course Beatrice won her games against my friends, making them all quickly regret signing up for it. And because they lost… they’re all currently in the cutest, frilliest little baby maid outfits, waddling about, cleaning the manor from top to bottom with feather dusters and washing the dishes after our meal. I swear I have never seen Lucy’s face more red than it was during that humiliating experience. The rest of us all dodged a bullet. A very humiliating, blushy, bullet. Lucifer had a few more drinks before bowing out and leaving, but not before she teased my friends. I guess having the head honcho for torturing as a sister pays off, it makes her an expert at teasing. Though for some reason, she still pales in comparison to Beatrice, who kept the losers of their little game blushy for the rest of the afternoon and evening, all the way up to the point where they had to leave and go back to their homes. Nia, Grim and Abby were the next to go, thanking Vic and me for such an amazing Christmas and thanking Beatrice for the food once again. And I noticed as they all waddled out of the manor in their normal clothes… Beatrice hadn’t returned everything back to normal. That extra-wide waddle was not there before… Susie, Beth and Beatrice stayed for another hour, before announcing that they were leaving, but not before Beatrice handed a little wrapped present to Vic, planting a little kiss on her cheek and winking at me. And once the door shut… it was just Vic and I, alone together, again. “What did she give you?” I asked, desperate to know what surprise present Vic got. “A present. Isn’t that obvious, silly baby?” My girlfriend grinned at me. “Buh wha is it!?” I whined more. “Oh I see, as soon as your friends have gone, little Nia comes out to play instantly…” “I wanna knooooooow!” “I… fine. Come with me, demonling.” Vic said, grabbing my hand and escorting me into the living room, where it suddenly felt so… empty… so lifeless. All that was left were the remnants of the board games we had been playing, the empty glasses of alcohol that had been consumed, and the roaring fireplace keeping the room from freezing over. “So… what is it?” I asked again as my girlfriend led me to the fireplace, now holding both of my hands as she positioned me perfectly in line with the toasty hearth. “This… is a present for both of us.” She said, letting go of my hands and taking apart the wrapping on the small box. It looked like a jewellery box. “Is that…?” “It is. A new amulet of protection. Though this is enhanced with certain extra magical properties…” She teased. “Huh?” “Your wet nurse isn’t on Christmas break, sweetie. She isn’t needed anymore, so I gave her a hefty severance payment.” “Wait… so…” “If you ever need to nurse, or you want to feed through more adult means… this has got you covered either way…” I blushed and nearly melted into a little pile of demon goo on the spot at the thought of her feeding me like my wet nurse does… did… I mean, I was a blushy mess whenever she fed me, and I guess I needed to feed otherwise I’d have to suck on other people’s lifeforce, people who can’t regenerate. But it felt… less special. This though… This was my ultimate fantasy involving Vic. Or at least I thought it was… “But I have one last gift to be opened.” Vic said, reaching behind her back. “Ooooh! From who?” I asked. “From me… to you.” “Huh? I thought I got my presents.” “They were presents for little you. I told you earlier I had one more for you, so this… this is for my girlfriend.” “Huh?” And that’s when she pulled out another box, though this one was… smaller. Holding it in one hand, she used the other to open it, but at the same time… she knelt down, standing on one knee. “Wait… I… I’ve seen humans… oh…” My brain was piecing all my memories back together, the ones I remembered about all this, as I saw the sparkling great big whopping diamond on the silver ring in the box. “Nia, my love… will you marry me?” ======================================================== And there we have it. So... what did you all think? I loved writing it and so far I've made a number of my supporters on SubscribeStar cry, which I am very proud of. I just finished writing Little in Love 2, so after a small break I'll be starting Monster book #3, which will be posted once Little in Love 2 has finished (got months left of that, don't worry, it won't be for a while that we see monster book 3 on here). And as stated, this is going to be the rough length of most of my short stories that I'll be taking commissions for, starting next month. 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Taken up to the nursery Daniel gets a little excited during his change. Not to worry, Emmy has just the cure for that... --- Writing is my passion and my only source of income. If you enjoy my stories you may be interested to learn that you can see every update I post one week before the rest of the world with a $5 pledge on one of my subscription sites. There has been a lot of upheaval recently with Patreon purging a lot of ABDL content so I have tried to diversify a little so that I can continue to bring everyone stories. For just a $5 pledge on any of these you can see updates a week early and for $10 you can see all of my 50+ EXCLUSIVE stories only available to subscribers. 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She could feel the warmth of his accident, she could feel the swollen padding and she knew everything that had happened. “Right, let’s go.” Emmy said as she stood up from her seat. Daniel was held on to and sat on the tall woman’s hip. “W-Where are we going?” Daniel asked fearfully. He had visions of Emmy carrying him out into public like this. “I would’ve thought you’d like your diaper changed.” Emmy said airily as they walked past the living room towards the stairs, “If you would prefer to play in your wet diaper I can plop you in the playpen and leave you for a little while.” What a choice to have, Daniel thought bitterly. He could feel the rivulets of urine running against his skin and tickling him slightly. Emmy seemed to already know Daniel’s answer as she carried him up the stairs without pausing. Daniel was humiliated at what had happened that day, he desperately wanted out of the house but it was feeling depressingly impossible. Daniel was soon back in his bedroom But found himself gasping at how it had changed yet again. He twisted his head from side to side and clung on to Emmy like she was a lifeboat. Whilst he had been trapped in the pen Emmy had clearly been doing some DIY. The far wall had been bare but now there was a long flat table there. Shelves underneath were filled with diapers, baby powder, lotion, baby wipes and pacifiers. The padded surface left him in no doubt of what it was used for. “W-What is this?” Daniel asked dumbly. He knew what it was but even despite everything it seemed impossible. “A changing table.” Emmy confirmed Daniel’s worst fears, “Much easier for me than doing it in your crib, oops, I mean bed, of course.” Daniel was too shocked to even react to this but the changing table, the barred bed, the feeding, the potty and the diapers. Daniel put his face in his hands as he was carried effortlessly to the table and sat on its edge. Emmy started undressing him with practiced ease until he was left wearing only his soggy padding. “You called me a baby…” Daniel suddenly said. It was like his brain was having to catch up to everything that had happened over the last hour. “Hmm?” Emmy didn’t really respond. Instead she prodded at the padding. The diaper didn’t crinkle as much now, the absorbent filling had swelled up and pulled the plastic shell taut. “Whilst you were fee-…” Daniel stopped himself as blush crept into his face, “During dinner. You called me a baby!” “I don’t think I did.” Emmy pursed her lips as she took the clothing Daniel had been wearing and piled it on the floor. “You did!” Daniel exclaimed, “I’m not a baby! Why did you call me that?” “Daniel, sweetie, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Emmy chuckled and shook her head, “I might understand why you feel like a baby with everything going on but I assure you that isn’t my intention.” Daniel’s mouth hung open. He was sure he had heard her call him a baby. Had he imagined it? “You… You called yourself my “aunty” as well.” Daniel frowned, “You’re my cousin!” “I think you must be confusing some things.” Emmy replied, “Why would I say that?” “I… I…” Daniel felt like his head was spinning. He was sure he had heard Emmy say these things but then he had been sure of a lot of things until recently. “Now just lay back so I can change that soggy diaper.” Emmy said with a smile. Daniel felt more confused than ever and the softly spoken instruction felt like something to grab on to. He slowly lowered himself against the padded table top, the vinyl covered padding was cold until his body heat warmed it up. He had barely flattened himself against the table before Emmy was between his legs and running her hand over the front of the padding. Daniel blushed harder as he felt his tall cousin pressing into the front of the diaper harder. The warm and wet padding moulded around Daniel’s penis which, to his embarrassment, was starting to twitch. The combination of the warm and soft padding on his sensitive glans and the recent past seemed to be making his body react. Daniel felt embarrassed but there was nothing he could do. “You’re doing this on purpose!” Daniel suddenly accused Emmy. “Hmm?” Emmy had that look on her face again. The one where she pretended she didn’t know what she was doing. Daniel closed his eyes in defeat. He could feel himself already hitting full mast inside his diaper, he didn’t want to be turned on at all but Emmy’s massaging hands were too skilled at kneading the swollen padding. The tapes came off the diaper and then Emmy took hold of the top of the diaper. Daniel couldn’t bear to look as he felt the wet padding getting pulled away from his crotch. His dick, twitching and erect sprang free and into the air. The cool air of the room didn’t do anything to shrink things. As if having his wet diaper changed wasn’t bad enough now Daniel had to put up with his unwanted excitement. “My, my… You were very wet weren’t you?” Emmy spoke as if Daniel was a child. It was obvious how wet he was, “And it looks like you enjoyed it…” Daniel groaned in embarrassment as Emmy pointed out his engorged cock. It only got worse when he felt her fingers lightly dancing across his skin. Yet again he was faced with the conundrum of being able to stop it but not doing so. “Lift up.” Emmy tapped the side of Daniel’s butt twice. Daniel lifted his rear end and heard the used diaper getting pulled out from underneath him. As he lowered himself down he glanced to the side and saw the diaper that had recently been removed. He could see the discoloured padding inside. He knew it had been inevitable with how much he was made to drink but it was still difficult to look out without imploding with shame. Emmy pulled out a fresh diaper from underneath the table and Daniel’s first instinct was to argue. He wanted to tell his tall cousin that this was silly and that he could use the toilet fine, even the potty would be an improvement. On the flipside Daniel knew exactly what the counter-argument would be. Nothing had changed in regards to why he had been put in diapers in the first place. Not to mention the fact that he had wet the diaper. It was hard to argue he shouldn’t wear them when he had already so thoroughly used one. Daniel felt another couple of taps on his side and he lifted his butt into the air again. When he lowered it back down he could feel the fluffiness of a fresh disposable diaper underneath him. His dick was still hard though it had wilted just a small bit. “Hmm, I have an idea for this.” Emmy said. Daniel had no idea what Emmy meant and watched with trepidation as she left the room without another word. Naked on the changing table with an open diaper underneath him Daniel yet again found his thoughts drifting to how on Earth he had got here. “Let’s give this a try…” Emmy said as she walked back into the room. Daniel didn’t see what she had in her hands but he jumped when he suddenly felt her moving his genitals side to side. He was about to ask what was happening when he felt some slip down the outside of his penis and also over his balls. It felt tight but not enough to be painful. “W-What are you doing?” Daniel asked nervously. He reached down with his hands and tried to sit up but Emmy’s much larger hands easily stopped him. “I’m nearly finished.” Emmy said. She sounded as if she was concentrating hard on something and as her hands returned to Daniel’s sensitive area he wasn’t keen to interrupt her, “Stay still now. You don’t want me to slip down here!” “What are you-… Hey! Ouch! That pinches!” Daniel tried not to move as he had been instructed but it was very difficult to stay still. Daniel could feel something tighten a little at the point where his sack hung down from his body. For a horrifying second he wondered if Emmy wasn’t trying to cut off the blood supply but she stopped long before that stage. It wasn’t painful or even uncomfortable but it certainly felt odd. The ring Daniel felt around the base of his penis was similarly tightened. In between the two he could feel something, it felt smooth and plastic but also much weightier than the rest of the additions. “There we go.” Emmy smiled, “Perfect.” Daniel saw Emmy stand back and smile. She brought up her phone and started to flick through some apps, Daniel wondered if she was going to take photographs and he started trying to cover himself up. Emmy caught his hand and put it back by his side. Daniel whined as she held the phone up, he closed his eyes expecting the flash of a camera at any second. Daniel was tensed and ready but what actually happened still took him by surprise. Emmy’s finger touched the screen of her phone and gently moved up towards the top of the device. Daniel instantly felt a vibrating feeling on the base of his penis and his testicles that made him gasp. His hands flew down between his legs as he sat up. “Take it off!” Daniel exclaimed. “Hmm, maybe you need a little more.” Emmy looked down on her phone and flicked upwards with her finger. Daniel reached out a hand and was about to complain when the vibrating suddenly grew in intensity. The vibrations seem to go straight into his nerves, pleasure started shooting through him, it was as if he was being masturbated from the inside and no amount of movement stopped the excitement, it was impossible to get away from. Daniel let out a moan as Emmy lowered him back down on the changing table. He was red in the face and his cheeks puffed out as the fresh diaper was pulled up and over his crotch. Emmy giggled, she had some difficulty flattening the diaper down thanks to Daniel’s dick which was rapidly engorging. Eventually the tapes were closed and the diaper was taped on. Inside the diaper the buzzing continued leaving Daniel writhing and panting. “Come on, let’s get you dressed for bed.” Emmy said as if nothing unusual was happening. Daniel’s mind was whirling. He was so distracted by the vibrations he didn’t even question that Emmy was apparently already putting him to bed. He was pulled up and then lifted on to the floor. He could hear his shallow breathing as his cock rubbed on the inside of his fresh diaper. He stepped into the plastic pants as if he was on automatic and then let Emmy lock it closed. “Having fun?” Emmy asked as she took Daniel’s hand and walked him towards the crib. Daniel was hunched over slightly and walking with his legs wide apart. The faint buzzing noise coming from inside Daniel’s diaper was the only sound except for his crinkle. He couldn’t prevent himself from moaning as he approached the bed. His genitals felt incredibly sensitive, the vibrator pressed against both the bottom of his penis and his balls simultaneously. “Have a nice long rest.” Emmy said as she lifted Daniel into the makeshift crib and lifted the side, “Be a good baby for Aunty Emmy.” Daniel turned his face towards his cousin. His eyes and mouth were wide open and he had some drool running down his chin. Somewhere in a distant part of his mind Daniel knew he should be calling Emmy out. She had just convinced him she had never used the words “baby” or “aunty” and now seemed like she openly mocking him with them… Or maybe Daniel was hearing things. He was so distracted by the inside of his diaper that he could’ve misheard things. “I… I…” Daniel tried to speak but found it difficult to form sentences. Emmy flashed Daniel a big smile and looked down at her phone. She flicked up on the screen again and Daniel immediately bent over and put his hands on the front of the plastic pants, he couldn’t stop a slutty moan falling from his lips. “Goodnight.” Emmy said simply. Daniel watched his younger cousin leave the room. As soon as the door closed he reached over to the lock and chain. It was tight against his body, there was no way he was going to be able to get rid of this vibrating device, he couldn’t even slip his fingers in. To Daniel’s embarrassment he felt an orgasm building before long. His dick was throbbing with need and Daniel was caught between wanting to rub the front of his plastic pants and not. It was becoming clear that whether he rubbed himself or not he was about to cum. Daniel leaned forwards against the vertical bars of the crib. He grabbed two of the poles and put his forehead against the ones in the middle and gasped as he felt the most peculiar sensation. He had never used any kind of sex toy and feeling his cock about to explode without being touched was wild. He resisted the urge to rub himself but he ended up thrusting into the air, his sensitive glans rubbed on the fluffy insides of his diaper until he couldn’t take it anymore. Daniel groaned in pleasure as he felt his dick twitching and then exploding. Daniel let out a long deep breath as his balls contracted and pushed his sticky goo out of his body and into the diaper. It was the strangest orgasm of his life. Entirely hands free and a very different feeling yet no less powerful. As Daniel came down from his orgasm he quickly realised something that made him freeze. The vibrator wasn’t stopping. Daniel sat back on his mattress and felt the buzzing continue to stimulate him. 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I like to wait until I can’t hold it anymore, crouch behind my gaming chair and cuddle my plushie as it comes out. I guess the idea of having a cg find me behind there and know exactly what went down is humiliatingly fun to imagine.

Yeah this was smart, as I said before (and I hope it doesn't make me a naysayer because you are living my fantasy at the same time), but you'll almost certainly need that referral. You're a urology patient for life now. You will have the urological anatomy of a paraplegic. You will have all sorts of issues and possible revisions in the future, but as other posters said it's all run of the mill. Each new doctor picks up where the last left off and will treat you as they find you even if it's self imposed. But your explanation of elective resection of all your continence organs to treat no specific condition except oab is a wild thing for a doctor to hear. But as said it is what it is at that point. They'll definitely talk about it to their colleagues. Your dreams are very interesting. Perhaps your sub conscious is not ready for a life of truly no control? There's artificial sphincters and such out there these days. If its absolutely not what you want you can probably "fix" it to some extent. Would be cool to have an artificial sphincter than you can toggle on/off. IDK if that's a thing but hopefully it will be.

Julie and Amy look at each other Amy: "Don't mind her. She's just having a bad day" She looks under Kayla's skirt and checks her diaper "She's wet right now. Any big girl would dry like we are. She clearly needs them, so we're in the right section. I've never seen a big girl riding in a stroller, wearing a wet diaper. That's something only a baby would do" Amy puts the pacifier in Kayla's mouth to hopefully shut her up The sales associate: "If you need to change her, we have a private area in the back" Julie: "We just might take you up on that after we get done shopping. You know how babies are, they never stay dry for long. I think we'll take a case of regular Pampers, and a case of the Pampers Princess. The plain white will go better under her dresses, and the pink will be good for everyday. I also need a diaper bag while we're here. Amy has one already Which pattern do you think, Kayla? I think pink would do good, then everyone will know I have a baby girl"

Average July daytime temperature in my part of the world is 21C/70F. The nights can be nippy though: down to an average of around 9C/50F. And also, winter is our "dry" season so it's usually sunny 🤣

Long long ago, I always joked it should have been "Constipation is making me wait".

Little one Kayla thought do I look little you idiot! She thought as she wasn’t remotely close to accepting she was a baby in public. Kayla blushed bright red Damn her she knows if I don’t answer right I’ll get a spanking. Kayla knew what she had to do she wanted to cry instead she wet her diaper. “Yes.” She said softly hoping the ground would swallow her up.

It's just a reminder to keep with my plan. I'm not throwing them away yet. Just put them in a harder to access place for now like you did.

If it feels right, do it, @diapijay. I first stashed my big boy underpants up behind the winter tires in the garage, reasoning that if I really needed them, I could get them, but that it wouldn't be the result of caving to an impulsive moment, or a twinge of anxiety - I wanted to try and power through, take a deep breath and wear my diapers like a big boy, even when I sometimes thought I didn't want to, or I had misgivings. Then, later, once I'd been 24/7 for the better part of a year, those boxers in that bag had long ago stopped calling to me, and I realized that to be authentically who I wanted to be, both here, and in real life, I needed to part ways with them. It was still a bit scary, but also thrilling, to send them to their final resting place. I can have a bag of boxers in my hand for $20, in about 20 minutes, anytime between 7 AM and 11 PM, and there are 24 hour stores in the city. SO it's not like I'm completely without recourse, if some situation arises, where I absolutely need to wear boxers. But it's like an alcoholic who doesn't stock booze or a person on a diet who doesn't keep chips in the cupboard - it's not that those things are unachievable, it's just that you can't succumb to impulse anymore - going and getting them requires some effort and some premeditation, so you are more likely to stay the course, in those early days, when you're nervous as a deer sometimes about wearing diapers somewhere new (or at least I was). Now, I could have a dresser drawer full of boxer shorts and it wouldn't matter - they wouldn't tempt me, they'd just be a waste of money. But I'm 5 years in. Baby steps, my friend! Good luck and Godspeed.

It's nearly 11pm. I'm going to bed soon. It's dropped back to 28C (humidity 80%). We currently have: 1. An active monsoon trough to the north promising biblical rainfall/heat/humidity 2. Cyclone "Kirriliy" meant to be declared some time Sunday night or Monday morning 3. Formal "heat wave" conditions declared due to the inability of the dew point to fall below 23C ENOUGH of the "frozen" stories 🤣🤣🤣

Are you going to be diapered on the flight down there? You might as well be.... It's your new lifestyle. And if you're taking diapers with you in your luggage, the TSA would pretty much expect you to be in diapers. Check out that TSA Notification Card that I posted a photo of on page 2 of this thread... You can get it from the TSA website here: https://www.tsa.gov/sites/default/files/disability_notification_card_508.pdf Just type what you want in the white space, download it, and print it. I laminated mine too. Then if they stop you for an extra check, show them the card to get a private screening.

There's also electrical heat tracing, which is basically an extension cord-like wire that you wrap around the pipe, and plug in, and it doesn't use much power - just enough to keep the line a couple of degrees above zero (or above 32 F), and then you don't need to worry about it freezing up. Or make sure the whole run has a downward slope - which can be difficult, depending on your lot's grading - but if you can, you create an air break between the inside and outside lines, right outside the house, and you go up a size on the outside line, and slope it towards the lagoon. Then, water travels fairly quickly down the line and never sits, so it has scant opportunity to freeze, because when it leaves the house it's at 40 or 45 F and it hits the lagoon before it gets below 32.

Yeah, I'm probably going to go see the 2nd Opinion doctor even if everything went perfectly. I had thought about it, and I figure if he tries to "fix it" I can pretty reasonably tell him I'm very leery of getting ANY more surgeries, given my complications (except stricture or blockage treatment, etc). He might think I'm silly, but would at least accept it as an understandable response.

If Kayla hears one more word about babies don’t do this and that! She’s going to karate kick them! I would if I knew karate she thinks to herself as she’s buckled in. “Ugh I’m not even thirsty!” She cries After a threat of a spanking then drinking it she takes and starts to drink as the car pulls out the baby’s going out for the first time in public in her diapers. Kayla drinks her bottle as nervous as a cat in a char full of rocking chairs. I can’t believe this is happening. She feels a little pee squirt in her diaper. Not now she thinks as she’s finished half the bottle. “I’m good.” She says handing Amy her bottle.

Florida cold is much different than the rest of the world. For me it just means more long sleeve shirts, and actually wearing socks around the house. 🙂

As an essential hospital worker, it has not been fun but at least I have 4 wheel drive and only a 3 mile drive to get to work. Been down to 7 below zero in the mornings, lucky to get to 5 degrees above zero in the day. Power went out for about an hour and a half Sunday, furnace kept going out because the fresh air intake outside kept getting blocked with snow. Once unblocked and the furnace started back up, it was so cold outside that it took forever just to get to 65 degrees. By that time the intake would be blocked again and we would have to start over. Once the furnace goes out, even for half an hour the house gets cold really fast. Thankfully it warmed up into the low 20's the past 2 days and it's supposed to get above freezing this next week.

Wow... Traveling the country, in an RV, diapered!! It doesn't get better than that! I'm ALWAYS diapered for my vacation trips, but no RV yet. I want to get one in a year or so. I HAVE been to Changing Times in Vegas, neat store and friendly owners.

There are a couple of easy explanations. The first involves modern disposable diaper companies and the fact that they are not incentivized to help with potty training. The companies that make baby diapers, Kimberly-Clark and Procter and Gamble, have no incentive to make potty training easier for parents. There is constant pressure from shareholders for companies to increase their profits year over year (Why the infinite growth model of capitalism is horrible for an environment with finite resources is a lengthy discussion for a whole other thread, but I digress). One easy way to do so is to increase the number of people using their products. And if kids are in diapers longer and longer, you have more customers. Modern disposables are so comfortable that kids don't get the same signals from having accidents in them as they would from cloth diapers, and that no doubt plays a role in delaying potty training. If wetting your pants isn't uncomfortable, why bother with learning to go to the toilet? Disposable training pants are an example of a product that pretends to be making potty training easier, but in reality, probably does a lot more to extend it. Parents would be better off either skipping training pants altogether in many circumstances, or switching over to cloth ones. That isn't to say that there aren't valid uses for disposable training pants, but most parents would be better off not primarily using them for toilet training. The push to "wait until the child is ready" has really gotten misconstrued as well. It's not about waiting until the child wants to toilet train, but waiting until they have the physical ability to do so. If a three-year-old doesn't want to go to the potty and would rather pee in their comfortable disposable diaper, they still need to be toilet trained, so long as there isn't any medical reason preventing it. There are plenty of skills that kids simply have to learn to function in society, and it's up to parents to give children those skills whether or not the child wants to learn it at the moment. But it's safe to say that "Big Diaper," if we want to go with that moniker, shares some blame for pushing that wait for the child approach as well. --- Beyond the diaper companies, you have some other factors. You have more dual-income households, with parents needing to work multiple jobs to get by. With both parents working, it can be more difficult to deal with toilet training. While a fully potty-trained child is more convenient to care for than one that isn't, the process of toilet training is far from convenient.

Sam completes the obstacle course but is then left with an even more difficult challenge to overcome. --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 50+ stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and eveything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- Sam was lifted by Karen who instructed the small woman to put her hands on the bars above her. Sam gave the woman a pleading look but she seemed oblivious. Sam did as she was instructed and then, humiliatingly, she was moved forwards and told to swing her hand to the next bar along. When she reluctantly did so she was showered in syrupy praise by the woman who knew her real age. Sam didn’t dare look up to see if any of her friends were watching her getting help like a toddler. Once on the other side Karen let go of Sam and clapped as if she had done it all by herself. Sam was very red in the face but at least she had nearly finished the course. The last obstacles didn’t present to her quite as much of a challenge as beforehand and soon the tether to the harness was removed and she stood with the other finishers. Most of them were talking excitedly about what they had just accomplished. Sam realised the area she had been left in with the kids was fenced in. Presumably it was to stop children from wandering off but it presented a problem because she really needed the bathroom and that need was only growing. “Karen!” Sam hissed as she looked around her. The woman was on the other side of the fence and seemed about to help someone else. “Yes?” Karen said as she leaned over the edge of, what was for her, the waist high fence. It gave Sam the feeling of being a penned in animal. “I need the toilet.” Sam said quietly, “You know I’m an adult so…” “You can wait.” Karen said with a smile, “Once the adults are done with the big course you can join your friends.” “I am an adult!” Sam said as loudly as she dared without being overheard, “Just open the gate and… Hey!” Sam reached through a gap in the fence but Karen was already walking away to help another child. Sam turned around to look at all the kids and felt vastly outnumbered even if they didn’t know she wasn’t one of them. It was galling that in the eyes of seemingly everyone she was no different to these snotty little brats. Another signal from her bladder made sure Sam remembered her predicament. She walked quickly to the other edge of the pen where she could see the “adult” course. There was no sign of her friends, they might’ve finished already or they could still be up in the trees, either way Sam had no way of contacting them from where she was. “Hello.” Sam turned around to see a small girl standing just behind her. She had curly brown hair and was smiling without any front teeth. She must’ve been very young and yet she was still taller than Sam. Sam grunted a vague hello and turned away again. She didn’t like interacting with kids at the best of times and this was far from the best of times. “My name’s Alice.” Sam sighed. Children weren’t very good at picking up on social cues and it seemed Alice wasn’t going to just walk away. Sam turned around and almost lost control of her bladder, she clenched just a little harder. “Sam.” Sam replied. She hoped her tone made it clear she wasn’t keen on talking. “How old are you?” Alice asked, “I’m five.” Sam froze in place. She didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t very well casually reveal she was twenty-one years-old to this kid. She could feel heat rising in her face and she looked around hoping someone was about to rescue her from this embarrassing situation. She saw the girl was slightly taller than her to try and judge how she should lie. “I’m… four?” Sam’s answer came out as more of a question but Alice seemed to buy it. Sam breathed a sigh of relief. “Where’s your Mommy and Daddy?” Alice asked curiously. “Erm… Over there.” Sam pointed vaguely behind her to where the adult course was. “Oh.” Alice replied, “That’s my Mommy.” Alice pointed to the side and when Sam saw a woman standing and smiling at her daughter. She was clearly happy to see her little girl socialising. Sam looked back at Alice and really hoped this encounter was nearly over. She felt a little urine trickle into her panties and she whimpered as she tried to hold on again. These little leaks were often like small tremors before the main earthquake. “Are you alright?” Alice asked with a frown. “Uh huh.” Sam replied in a strained voice. Sam wasn’t alright. In fact she was panicking. She was very close to wetting herself and didn’t know how much longer she was going to last. Her hands went down to her crotch and she put one leg in front of the other. She knew how she must look but it was all she could do to stop her bladder from emptying. “Well, I just wanted to say I thought you were brave.” Alice said, “When you jumped and…” Sam wasn’t listening as she fought for control. She was losing and just like in the crib that morning she was about to embarrass herself. She was nearly crying, there were so many people around and nowhere she could go to hide. She couldn’t believe it was really going to happen, it felt like her worst nightmare was coming to life. Her tiny bladder waved a proverbial white flag and Sam pulled her hands away just before dark streaks appeared on her pants. Sam was frozen like a statue as she felt the warmth filling her cotton underwear and pouring down her legs. The tight straps of the harness simply channelled the pee as she soaked her inner thighs. Alice was looking down with wide eyes at the spreading accident. “Sam, you’re wetting your pants!” Alice squealed in her high-pitched voice. As Sam’s bladder finished voiding Sam saw more and more people looking over to her. Alice’s voice was attracting attention of nearby kids who were nudging others and pointing Sam’s way. She remained stuck to the spot as she became the centre of attention for everyone. She couldn’t stop the tears falling down her cheeks now. The humiliation was too great. This made the incident in the crib that morning seem positively pleasant. She wanted to run away but the fences meant there was nowhere to go. “It’s OK.” Alice said. Sam was struck by how kind this girl was, “I’ll get Mommy to help you.” Sam found herself nodding. She didn’t care about trying to be independent or grown up in that moment, she just wanted someone to take her out of that situation as fast as was humanly possible. Alice ran off and Sam saw her telling her mother about the situation. The woman’s face went from smiling to concern before she started walking over. Sam couldn’t maintain eye contact and looked anywhere but at the concerned mother. In the meantime Sam could see practically everyone looking away. Some of the older children were smirking or outright laughing. She felt as if she was back in school when the bigger kids, usually ones her own age, picked on her. There she was, a twenty-one year-old college student who was helpless against the children who made fun of her. It was like her wretched school days all over again. “Oh dear, what happened? Are you OK?” Alice’s mom had come over and was crouching down in front of Sam looking at the accident, “Are your parents here?” Just like when Alice had asked the same question Sam pointed vaguely behind her. It seemed to get the message across. “Hmm, I think they’re going to be busy for a while yet.” Alice’s mom muttered, “Come with me.” Alice’s mom held out her hand and Sam took it. The crowd of people nearby parted as if Sam’s wetting was somehow contagious and she was taken towards Karen and the other Midforest employees. “Excuse me.” Alice’s mom said as she reached the group, “This little one has had an accident and her parents are still on the obstacle course.” Of course it was Karen who turned around. Sam looked down at the ground in shame, the one person there who knew she was actually an adult was the one who was witnessing her like this. Sam was terrified the older woman would say something to let slip what she knew but, to her credit, her face remained completely neutral as it was explained to her how Sam had wet her pants. “I imagine you’ve only just been potty trained, right?” Alice’s mom said as she looked down at Sam. Sam was in an impossible situation. She slowly nodded her head. Karen was looking down at her with her piercing eyes and Sam thought she could see the merest hint of a smile. Regardless Karen took over from Alice’s mom in holding Sam’s hand. “Come on, little one.” Karen said, “We’ll get you all cleaned up.” Sam was grateful to be taken away from everyone else even if it was still mortifying. Karen used her badge to open the gate and started directing Sam out on to the public footpath. The gate closed behind her but Sam couldn’t run away, not with Karen holding her hand. “Goodbye Sam.” Alice called out, “Don’t worry about it. Accidents happen.” Sam didn’t take much solace in the kind young girl’s words. She was led up the path towards a wooden hut just off the main thoroughfare. Her wet pants stuck to her leg uncomfortably as she became aware that she was finally alone with Karen. “You can let me go now.” Sam said a little bitterly, “I can take it from here thanks.” “Silly girl.” Karen chuckled as she unlocked a door with her badge, “I can’t leave a little girl to deal with all this herself.” “What!?” Sam exclaimed as she was taken inside the dark room, “You know I’m not a little girl!” The door closed behind Sam and Karen. For half a second there was darkness before the overhead light flickered and then turned on. Sam finally saw where she had been taken. It was a family changing room! “We keep this for emergencies.” Karen stated as she let go of Sam’s hand and walked inside towards a large changing table, “It can be used for adults with disabilities or if a child is desperate… Normally they tell us BEFORE they go potty though.” Sam felt shame washing over her. Normally she would shout at anyone who made any hint that she was anything less than a full adult but it seemed impossible to do it with her pants soaking wet. She wished she had been firmer in asking Karen to go to the toilet after finishing the obstacle course, it was too late now though. “Well, let’s get you sorted then.” Karen said as she walked over to Sam. Sam lifted her arms as Karen started to unfasten the harness. She felt so ashamed of what she had done that she felt no desire to argue that she could do this herself. The pink strapping slackened as it was loosened until Karen pulled it off Sam’s little body. Sam sniffed dejectedly. “There’s no need to cry.” Karen said gently, “All little ones have accidents.” “But…” Sam sniffled. “Yes, yes, I know…” Karen rolled her eyes, “You’re not a baby, right? Well you’re still little and little girls like you need looking after.” Sam flushed with fresh embarrassment. At any other time she would loudly refute such a claim but this didn’t seem to be a good moment to discuss just how independent she was. Karen walked across the room towards the object in the room that caused Sam the most dread. --- If you want to find out what happens next you can do so RIGHT NOW at either of the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lplyymi677/chapter/7f905d14-9448-4f62-8a4a-169401acfb3c https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1144963

So there I was: Belly full of pizza, a wet diaper between my legs, and the most beautiful girl in the universe sitting next to me on the couch. Am I a lucky bastard or what? “I love you.” I told her. “I love you too.” she responded without hesitation. “Thank you for… All of this.” I gestured to the general area around, and especially towards my body. ”I feel like a massive weight has been lifted off my shoulders.” She put a hand on my thigh “Honestly, I've felt for a while that you'd been… holding onto something in secret. Not like you were cheating on me or anything, but just like…” she took a moment to collect her thoughts and I didn't interrupt her. ”Well, like you'd been carrying a burden that you didn't want me to see. But I didn't know how to even try to bring it up. Maybe that's really why I went through your stuff the other day and discovered your secret?” I gazed off into space, pondering what she had said. “I didn't even know this secret was bothering me as much as it was. In hindsight I can see that I spent many hours worrying about what would happen when the secret finally came out, or how I would keep this secret if we ended up, y'know, getting married or something?” for the briefest of moments, I'd wondered if I fucked up by bring marriage into the discussion. It's not something we really talked too much about, even though I was pretty sure we both wanted to spend the rest of our lives together? I hope? Maybe? Thankfully she just nodded and moved the conversation along without dwelling on the M-word. “I know ‘anxiety's a bitch’ and all, but I also know that you overthink literally everything. So I gotta ask: what were some of the outcomes you imagined for when all this came out?” I placed my hand under my chin. Where to begin? “Let's see, well, the scenarios tend to change based on my mood on any particular day. If I'm feeling especially good I might imagine a positive outcome where you enthusiastically accept my secret.” My cheeks warmed slightly at the memories of certain dream scenarios I'd concocted on certain occasions, and I was VERY glad that Grace couldn't read my mind in that moment. “And knowing you,” Grace began, “those good days are usually few and far between, right?” Well damn, she didn't have to be quite THAT brutally accurate. I nodded, “Yeah, most days you'd usually respond with anger, disgust, betrayal, and the like. Sometimes you'd leave me over it, sometimes you'd just demand that I cease all diapered activities immediately, or else you'd leave me over it.” Saying it all out loud made me feel ludicrous for even suggesting such a thing could ever happen. She responded by wrapping her arms around me and pulling me tight against her. “It'll take more than a few diapers to get rid of me. You're stuck with me whether you like it or not.” I leaned into the warmth of her embrace. “I had always hoped you'd say that…” I didn't know until that moment, but I truly did mean that. I never realized just how much I had needed to hear that. I almost considered proposing to her right there and then, but thought better of it. Now was not the time. Not while I was still practically high on her acceptance. But it was definitely something I needed to put some real thought into later. I loved this woman with all my heart and she loved me–all of me–with all her soul. She released me from her embrace and stood up. “I'm gonna run to the bathroom, since I don't have the convenience of wearing mine.” she said sticking her tongue out at me. “You know, you could if you wanted to?” I teased back at her. She stopped mid-stride and turned back to me. “Do you want me to?”

I admire your commitment and I wish you all the best. There are a lot of people here who are interested in hearing how you make out, @Reddy.

Why not just click on it and find out? If you configure your browser right, when you put your pointer there, it would tell you. At least FireFox does if you get the right add-on

Well, it’s undeniable at this point. Lines today again were blue. That makes a total of six times now, and five in the past week and a half. It’s also clearly not perspiration as I checked the inside as well. I’m not a bed wetter, so it’s an interesting development. My question to anyone who’s reading or cares, does this seem kind of quick? It’s only been five months.

Early on there was a reference to an old joke about a Swede and a Jew, I didn’t get the joke and assumed it was based on some type of stereotype. There was also a reference to getting a good Jewish accountant, again another stereotype, why not just say they got a top notch or sharp accountant. There was a third reference that I can no longer remember. I always think when using a reference such as these, would I use it if speaking with one of my Jewish friends and if I did would they be offended. I think in both instances I would not want to repeat these jokes to them and yes they may very well be offended. Neither of these references are crucial to the story and could easily be rewritten to not include a reference to a religion or stereotype.

“Ah!” I spun around to see Grace standing in the kitchen doorway. “Don't sneak up on me like that!” “It's hard not to sneak up on someone as oblivious as you.” “Touché.” I relaxed my shoulders. I'd be lying if I said this didn't happen to us at least a couple times a month. She approached me and I apparently unconsciously backed up closer to the counter, because she seemed to sense the subtle shift in my body. “You okay, babe?” I tried my best to relax my posture and un-tense my muscles. “Yeah, yeah, I was just, y'know, putting the pizza in and all, then you came in and scared the shit outta me.” She glanced down at my diaper. “Metaphorically, I hope?” Dammit, she beat me to the joke. “Yes, metaphorically.” She sidled up to me, pinning my body between her and the counter. Normally I would wrap my arms around her, keeping her pressed against me. But I still felt weirdly self-conscious about the state of my diaper, while simultaneously being aroused by the whole situation. I felt so naughty, so taboo. I was sure it was written all over my face, and it was only gonna be a matter of time before I was discovered. I was anxious and excited all at once, and I wasn't sure which emotion I should be embracing right now. Fortunately Grace didn't let me agonize over it for very long. She reached down to feel my diaper, as she had done several times this evening, only to suddenly recoil her hand like she'd just touched a hot stove. “It's so warm!” My anxiety spiked at seeing Grace yank her hand away, my mind considering it a negative reaction to what I had done. “I uhhh… may have been in the middle of something when you walked in…” My face burned. Not just with the shame you would expect after admitting you had just wet yourself, but also with the fear that I had done something I wrong. Should I have asked her first if it was okay to use the diaper? I just assumed that was a given when she put it on me. Mistake #1: Making assumptions. I should know better by now- “Well it certainly took you long enough after all that coffee!” she smiled and returned her hand to the warm, soggy padding clinging to my crotch. I… was not expecting that kind of response. I probably resembled a deer in headlights right now. “You're… Not mad? Or like, grossed-out or anything?” She cocked her head to the side. “Why would I be mad?” Yup, it's official: my brain has stopped working. “I Ummm… I mean… I wasn't sure if it was okay for me to-” Whatever words I had were abruptly cut off when she dug her fingers into the squishiness of my diaper and my hips immediately bucked against her hand. Fuck, that feels good… She looked me dead in the eyes and said “Anything that gets this kind of reaction out of you is O-fucking-kay by me.” her voice was low and husky, betraying her own arousal to me. Not that she was turned on by the diaper, but by what the diaper was doing to me. That knowledge drove me so wild that I had to consciously make sure I was still breathing. “O-okay.” it was all my stunned brain could come up with to say. She smiled and withdrew her hand, immediately making me long for her touch there once again. “So do you need to like, go get changed or something?” I blinked and shook my head. “Not any time soon. These diapers can handle a lot more than a single wetting.” honestly, this diaper could probably last until mid-afternoon tomorrow. But with the way this evening was going, I had a feeling it wouldn't stay on nearly that long. “Oh. Okay, enjoy being soggy then.” she gave my diaper another squeeze before turning and going over to the fridge for another Monster. Enjoy being soggy. Yes, I believe I will most-certainly be doing that.

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Chapter 32: Nuclear Love in Dimensions – LittleFallenPrincess I couldn’t control my emotions. I couldn’t control my magic. I couldn’t control anything as my body glowed brightly and a swirling vortex surrounded me as I stood in the ruins of Basinwall. “MOVE! OUT OF THE WAY!” I heard Rose in the distance. Our little group of friends stood a fair distance from me. Not that that distance would mean much... if this amount of magic went off, I’m not even sure the city nearby would be safe. Rose pushed her way through the group, before stopping and looking at me. “NOELLE!” She screamed, pushing forward straight towards me. “NO! STOP!” I screamed back. She stopped just at the edge of the vortex, blocked by the mix of wind, magic and dirt swirling around me. “BABY! IT’S OKAY!” “IT’S NOT! LOOK AROUND YOU! THIS IS WHAT IS LEFT OF BASINWALL!” Tears streamed down my face. “I know babygirl... we’ve lost a lot of people. First your parents, then Jinx, then Mrs Timpson and the rest of the village... and then me. But Jinx came back, as did I. And the others will never be forgotten. They will live on inside our hearts for the rest of our lives. I know it’s hard, babygirl, but you’re not alone through this. You have me.” Rose said in her maternal, soothing voice. I couldn’t tell if she was using her affinity on me, but even if she was... it wasn’t working. “But... but...” Thoughts swirled around my mind. The chaotic magic inside pulsed through my veins. Rose must have sensed her opportunity, because she rolled up her sleeves and raised her hands up to the vortex. “NO! YOU’LL DIE!” “Like that ever stopped me babygirl...” She grinned before taking the first step forward, her hands piercing the outside of the vortex. First her hands, then her face, then the rest of her body until she was fully immersed within the vortex. But as she took one heavy step after another, I noticed the deterioration on her skin. The buffeting winds and magic were scraping her hands and face, slowly stripping her apart. “NO! DON’T! JUST GO!” I screamed, my tears rolling down my cheeks before being sucked away into the vortex. “Not a chance, baby. Mummy is here...” She edged closer and closer, until she was almost within reaching distance. I couldn’t move, the magic kept me in place, and I couldn’t stop the emotions from running wild... but I could raise my arm. So I reached out, in the hope that she would be able to grab it before it’s too late. Inch by inch, Rose got closer and closer, stretching her arm out to grab mine. She stretched as much as she could, but it wasn’t enough as she brushed her fingers over mine. One more heavy step and she tried again, this time grabbing my hand and pulling herself in close. “Hey baby... it’s going to be okay...” Wrapping her arms around me, Rose rested my head in her neck and gently shushed me. “It’s going to be okay babygirl, Mummy is here. I won’t let anything bad happen.” “Buh...” “What would Mrs Timpson say if she saw you like this?” I cried into her shoulder. “She... she’d tell me it was okay to cry... but... not to let it control me.” “So... are you?” “I... I don’t want to, Mummy. Buh... I can’t control it!” “Shhh. It’s okay sweetpea. Mummy is here to help.” She said, stroking my hair. I looked up to see her wind-damaged face smiling down at me as the vortex continued around us. “I... I’m sorry... I fuck everything up...” “Baby, no big words from you, okay? You’re too little for things like that...” She said as she rested my head back on her shoulder. “S... sowwy...” “That’s better. Now... I understand how you’re feeling. I’m feeling a lot of these emotions too. It hurts like hell to be back here. I’ve been dreading it this entire time. But think about our friends. And not just the ones stood over there. But the ones we lost. It’s okay to be sad about them, but don’t let that sadness take over you, okay poppet?” “H... how?” “You cry, and you cry and cry and then you cry some more. Whenever you feel sad. Don’t bottle it up like I know you have been doing.” “I could... could say the same about you.” I grinned at her, tears still streaming down my face. “I know. We both need to be a bit more vocal about our emotions. We’ve both been through a lot. And we both kind of bottle it up. But no more, okay?” “O... okay.” “Okay what?” “O... okay... Mummy...” “That’s better. Now... how are you feeling.” I pointed to the vortex, which still appeared as strong as ever. “Oh that isn’t going anyway anytime soon, babygirl. But how’s the control?” “I... can move a bit...” “Well that’s a good start! How about we start off small, making sure to not let it get any worse, and then we can fix it all. How does that sound?” “I... I’d like dat.” “There’s my baby... here, I think you need this.” She reached inside her robe and pulled out... a dummy? ‘Really? This isn’t the time... I’m about to take half of the country down with me and you’re trying to give me this...’ My thoughts were interrupted as she popped the dummy in my mouth. ‘...I mean... I guess... it’s nice... kinda... maybe...’ My heart started to slow. The chaotic fury within started to subside. The vortex slowly transformed into a purple, shimmering bubble that engulfed the both of us. “That’s better. There’s my babygirl. Now... do you remember what Mummy taught you about your affinity?” “Uh... I dunno.” I said from behind my dummy. “Your emotions make certain spells stronger or weaker. Remember?” I nodded. “Well... in your state, all that emotional magic was amplified by your grief, rage and anger, right?” She tucked my hair behind my ear. “U... uh huh...?” “Well do you remember one of the basic principles of magic? You can’t just release all that untamed magic out into the world, it’d be super duper bad. But if we transformed it into a different element of magic...” “Y... you made me feel ickle so that...” “Good girl! You got it!” It all made sense now. Even if she had made me feel better... all this magic had to go somewhere. I couldn’t absorb it; it’d be too much for me. It’d be like trying to fit a tent back into the bag without taking it apart first. No, once all this magic was out, amplified by my affinity... it had to go somewhere. And with my current mental state... it would be catastrophically destructive. But if she got me feeling little... my conjuration magic is amplified when I am little. So in turn, all this destructive magic would be converted into raw magic, ready to conjure something. Something big. “Now sweetpea...” Rose kissed my forehead. “I love you. I always have and I always will. And there is nothing we can’t get through together. And no matter what, you’ll always be my little babygirl. Got that?” She tapped my dummy and smiled, making me blush. All that raw, unbridled emotion inside was gone... I could now conjure something... But what...? “I think you know what you need to create...” Rose said, smiling at me with those beautiful green eyes of hers. I got all excited, as if I was given a new toy to play with. Like those little plastic building blocks on Earth Prime that I love. Thoughts of a huge fortress made out of those blocks popped into mind, but I knew I had to be slightly sensible with this. So I focused on what made me feel the most little, what made me feel the happiest. Home. Pulling away from Rose, the bubble gently pushing her outside of it, I concentrated. Rose ran back over to the others. “You can do this baby...” She winked at me as she ran. The squirmy feeling in my tummy confirmed what she told me. I can do this. Fuck the council, fuck the Zadri. Fuck everyone who wants to ruin our lives. This... this is OUR home, and no one will ever take that away from us again! Focusing all my thoughts into the magic swirling around me, I knelt down into a ball, preparing myself for the finale... I sprung up, the magic around me releasing and exploding across the valley. And in a flash, the barren wasteland that was once the village of Basinwall... looked as vibrant and colourful as it used to. “What the fu...” I heard Paige say before her surroundings suddenly changed. Gone was the dirt and ash... now replaced with a, might I say... perfect recreation of Basinwall. From the one singular road leading into the village, to the fountain in the centre. From... Mrs Timpson’s house, to the tiny little toy shop. The pond, the playground, the houses... everything was back to how it was. And as I looked at Rose, she smiled and nodded her head towards the hill. The hill where our old house now stood once again. “Wait... holy shit!” Alex said. “So this is magic... wow!” Paige commented. “This normally wouldn’t have been possible. It’s only because of her grief, her anger and her sadness that she was able to not only amplify her magic, but also convert it into something much more creative.” Rose commented. “We may be powerful, but it would take a lot of magic to do something like this.” “But even so, she must be really talented.” Alex replied. “Oh she is.” Rose smiled at me as I fell to my knees in exhaustion. My magic had stabilised, returning to normal levels. My emotions were under control. I sighed a breath of relief before falling back onto the grass, sucking my dummy. Rose strolled over, before sitting down next to me, placing her hand on my tummy. “You okay, babygirl?” She asked. I took out my dummy to reply to her. “Uh huh. Just... a bit exhausted.” I laughed. “I bet! You spent a lot of magic then. How’s your magic now?” “Back to the old, normal levels.” “Good.” “But... your face...” I said, pointing at her damaged skin. One wave of her hand and she was back to normal. God I missed magic. “There we go, as good as new. Now... you take it easy, okay babygirl?” Rose ordered. “Yes Mummy...” I stuck my tongue out at her, giggling. “Don’t think just because you can conjure an entire village out of nowhere... that I won’t throw you over my knee and spank you...” I squeaked a bit as my face turned red, before flopping into her arms to try and hide the blushing. “You worried us for a second there, kiddo.” Morgan said as she wandered over, closely followed by the rest of our friends. “Noelle... jeez... stop making us look bad!” Stella joked, pointing at the surrounding village. “Yeah... but it’s empty...” I said sombrely. “It won’t always be. New people will come live here eventually. For now, it’s a place for us to call home, as well as a base of operations for our mission in this dimension.” Rose reassured me. She was so good at this. All her variations were. “I’ve got a new spell I’ve been dying to try, but not had the opportunity due to the lack of magic. But for now... the council won’t think to find us here, after a year of being away. So let’s go back home, get a cup of tea, and rest for a bit, okay?” I nodded, along with the rest of our group. Climbing to my feet, I held Rose’s hand as we walked back up the path... home. “So who is this Jinx person you mentioned earlier?” Faith asked. We were all sat around our old kitchen, like we used to, albeit with a lot more friends now. Our cosy little rustic kitchen, with the old tiles and the wooden bay window. The tile under the fridge even had the crack in it like it did before the town got obliterated. I couldn’t believe my spell had even thought about little details like that. Liv and Charlie shared the bay window seat, snuggled up together, grasping cups of hot chocolate. Paige and Alex were sat at the kitchen table, next to each other, drinking tea. Morgan was leaning against the wall, sipping her coffee, whilst Faith sat at her feet, sipping milk. And Rose and I... well Rose had insisted I not be allowed to ‘grow up’ for a little bit, after everything that had gone on. So I was currently sat next to her at the kitchen table. But whilst she was sat on one of the dining chairs, I was sat in my highchair, sipping from a sippy cup. ‘At least it’s not a bottle...’ I thought to myself. Lily, Ashe, Stella, Al and Willow had all gone off to see if their houses still stood on the other side of the hill, the ones we conjured towards the end of all the events of last year. “Jinx? Wait... did you not meet him?” Rose replied. Everyone shook their heads. “Of course you didn’t...” Rose sighed. Waving her hand, a tiny little portal appeared above the kitchen table, much to everyone’s surprise. And out of it... jumped a black cat. “KITTY!” Faith cried out, squealing and clapping. “Meet Jinx. Jinx... where were you?” Rose asked him. “Meow!” He replied. “I know you get nervous around new people, but I told you, they’re just versions of me. You know this!” “Meow!” “That’s no excuse. Anyway, look... we’re home.” “Meow.” “Nothing will ever please you... go on then. You better introduce yourself to Faith before she explodes from excitement. “M...Meow...” Jinx reluctantly walked across the table, jumped off, and climbed into Faith’s lap. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU HAD A CAT!?” Faith squealed. “He’s a big ‘fraidy cat!” I teased Jinx, getting a sneer from him in return. I loved that only Rose and I could understand him. 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Chapter 31: Detour Love in Dimensions – LittleFallenPrincess “I’ll explain when we get there...” I said, trying to avoid talking about our past right now. I hated thinking about home, it just brought back those painful memories that I try to bury deep inside. I knew we’d have to talk to them about it all eventually... no doubt our dimension has gone to shit now that two council members are dead. But for now, I just wanted to see some familiar faces. And despite never volunteering for the role, it seems like I’m the leader of our little group, so I decided it would be best to make the decision to make a slight detour before we go back to our dimension. “So... we need to make a pit stop before we head to our dimension.” I suggested. “Oh? What for?” Alex asked. “I think we’ll need some backup. And support.” “You don’t mean...?” Noelle looked up at me, dropping her toast on to her plate in surprise. “Yes baby, we need to go get our friends. We need their help, their support. Especially with the fact we don’t have our magic back yet.” “Eeeee! You’ll all get to meet my best friends!” Noelle squealed, making the other littles excited and the other Mummies look at her like she was a cute little puppy doing something adorable. “So... yes, quick detour back to Earth Prime, grab our friends, then head over to the magic dimension. That okay?” I asked. Everyone nodded. “So eat up, get ready, be in the living area for... 12?” Again, everyone nodded in response. They had no idea how scary this destination could be. They feared the diaper dimension, for good reason, but none of them had ever been to ours. None of them knew the dangers we could be walking into. But I didn’t want to worry them, so I kept a happy face on and continued eating. ------------------------------------------------- As each couple finished eating, they headed off to get ready, until it was just Noelle and I left in the kitchen. “Mummy... are you okay?” She asked softly. “Yeah. I just... I’ve dreaded this day for the past year. I knew we’d have to go back, I knew we’d have to face the council again... I knew we’d have to see... Basinwall.” Noelle’s face dropped. “I... I miss Mrs Timpson.” “Me too babygirl, me too.” “But at least we’ll have our friends. Are you gonna ask all of them?” Noelle asked, shoving the last piece of toast into her mouth. “Yeah, I think we’ll need the whole gang. Including Lily and Ashe.” “You didn’t say what happened when you last visited them.” “Well Lily and Ashe weren’t there when I visited. Although according to Alex... our Alex... Lily was also suffering from loss of magic.” “I hope we find out the problem soon so we can fix it. I hate feeling so drained and powerless!” “Me too babygirl. But yeah, we’ll grab our friends, and then portal back home.” “Where are we going to stay? Our home isn’t exactly... there anymore. In each universe we’d had a base of operations, somewhere safe to crash whilst we plan stuff. And we can’t just convert our Sanctum into a new house or conjure a new one... at least not until we get our magic back.” Noelle had a point. “Yeah I’ve been thinking of that...” “We also can’t use my old place, no doubt the council will be watching.” Yet another good point. “You’re a clever little baby you know?” I smiled at Noelle, making her blush instantly. She started mumbling and groaning at the sudden embarrassment. “Let Mummy work that out, okay? I’ve got a few ideas. One of them is a last resort though. One I don’t want to take unless we absolutely have to.” “That doesn’t sound ominous at all...” She said, sarcastically. “Just trust me baby, okay?” “Okay. We better get going... we’re setting a bad example...” Noelle said, picking up our finished plates and getting up off her seat. As I stood up and headed towards the door, Noelle shoved the dishes into the sink with a crash before running to catch up with me, holding my hand and squeezing it. “It’s gonna be okay Mummy.” She said, trying to reassure me. “I hope so babygirl. They don’t know just how dangerous our world is right now...” ------------------------------------------------- Everyone was ready and waiting for us as we walked into the living area. “Must have been a big change... was someone stinky?” Charlie teased Noelle. Noelle’s face turned bright red and she quickly hid behind me, pressing her face into the back of my robe. “Everyone ready then?” I asked. They all nodded in agreement. Looking around, everyone was suitably dressed. Faith was in a hoodie and jeans, Liv was in a cute pink dress that looked slightly little but not too little. Basically... it was socially acceptable levels of cute. Paige was in black cargo pants and had a red leather jacket over her black cami. All of them dressed very differently to Noelle’s usual black robes and Witch’s hat. Not that they’d stand out in our world, there are plenty of non-magic users. It wasn’t exactly much different when it came to us bigs either. Whereas I was dressed similarly to Noelle, wearing a black robe and Witch’s hat, Morgan was in the same clothes she wore on the last trip, her biker jacket and jeans. Charlie looked like a typical ‘soccer mom’, to use one of those American terms, wearing a cardigan and skinny jeans... she looked very much like a Mum. And Alex... well damn... Alex was looking amazing in a black suit and waistcoat. The bigs all carried bags with them, no doubt changing bags full of nappies and stuff for our littles. I know because I was carrying the same. Normally I wouldn’t carry anything with me, but with no magic, I couldn’t just summon it from nowhere like I used to be able to do. “Right, I suppose we should get going. Let’s go get our friends first...” I said, walking over to the other end of the room. I waved my hand, conjuring a shimmering blue portal in the entranceway. And one by one, we all walked through, until I was the only one left. “Here we go then...” I said as I walked through it myself. Appearing on the other side of the portal, I came across a familiar sight. Home. Well... our Earth Prime home. I had a very brief visit when we visited Earth Prime earlier, but as I looked around, as our friends greeted our variations, I saw Lily and Ashe stood awkwardly by the side. Turning around, they saw me and rushed over, ploughing into me to give me a hug. “Hey... I missed you too!” I laughed. “MONTHS. ITS BEEN MONTHS SINCE YOUR LAST VISIT! DON’T YOU DARE GO THAT LONG AGAIN!” Lily yelled into my shoulder, crying. “I’m sorry. I got caught up with everything, as you can see...” I pointed at our variations. Lily stepped back to look at them before looking at me. “You were very busy apparently... now... let’s catch up. Does everyone want a drink? It’ll take a while; we have to do everything manually now.” She asked, wiping away her tears. “We’re hoping to fix that soon...” “Oh? How?” “We’re going home...” ------------------------------------------------- So we all sat down, had a drink, and caught up. ‘I’m surprised Noelle and her other variations aren’t anxious about being around such a large group of people. Maybe it’s because she’s with friends. But I think this is the biggest gathering so far... 8 variations and five allies. Oh god... the next destination has even more allies, Liv has so many damn friends... even I’m dreading that many people getting together. Here’s hoping we meet them a few at a time instead...’ I told Lily about the previous two dimensions we had visited, about the Goddesses, and about our plan. Stella, Alex and Willow were all caught up on the Goddesses, I gave them a brief overview the last time I was here. Although since then, we’ve had even more information so they listened carefully as we caught them up to our point in time. “So... you want to go home... because you believe there’s a jewel in our dimension?” Lily asked. “I mean... I would kinda like to see our old dimension...” Stella said. “What about the Council? Surely they’re after us all after what happened to their other two members...” Alex said. “I agree Al... ugh this is going to get confusing with two Alex’s.” Willow said, pointing at Alexandria and then to our friend Alex. “How about you call me Al then?” Alex suggested. Our friend Alex. God this is going to get confusing, I’m glad we figured this out early on. “Good thinking. But yes, we need to go home to not only find the jewel, but figure out what’s going on with our powers.” I sighed. “Wait... how are you going to do that?” Lily asked. “I was... thinking of asking...” “No. Seriously? After all these years?” Lily was not happy with my idea already and I hadn’t even said anything. “It’s our only choice. Plus we may need a place to stay.” “But she disowned you, distanced herself from you when you went against the Council years ago!” “It’s our only choice. She knew more about the magical artefacts than anyone. She knew about the Council vaults... she’s the only one I know who could give us the information we need...” “Well it’s your decision... just... be careful, okay?” I always appreciated how protective Lily was of me. “Okay. I promise.” “Who are you talking about?” Morgan interrupted. “My old tutor. Complete bastard, but she trained me well. Knows a lot about everything. And loves to remind you of it.” I laughed awkwardly. “But you say she disowned you?” “She had to, otherwise the Council would come for her.” “Ah. Is it safe then?” “Honestly? Probably not. But we have no other choice. Tech isn’t a big thing in our dimension, so it’s not like Faith can hack anything or search online... We have to do things either the old fashioned way, or by magic. And we’re all a bit short on that right now.” “So... who’s in?” Noelle asked our friends. Stella smiled and nodded. Willow shrugged her shoulders and nodded. Al and Ashe nervously nodded. And Lily just looked me in the eyes. “We’re in. Just let us get a few things if we’re going home... The little ones will need changing bags...” She said. ‘Thank fuck. I don’t know what I’d do without her if we’re going home...’ All three of my variations all patted their bags and smiled, as did I. “Great minds and all that...” Lily laughed. ------------------------------------------------- And so our friends got some basics packed and met us in the lobby of our building. “I still can’t believe only a year ago it took a bunch of us pooling together our magic to create one portal here. And now you can effortlessly portal to and from other dimensions without draining yourself... and with no magic whatsoever!” Lily said, holding the changing bag she had taken great pleasure in packing. “I know. We’ve become so much more adept at it. We spent ages charging that battery to escape, and now a flick of the wrist and poof! A portal.” Noelle flicked her wrist as she said this, conjuring a portal. “Now... single file. And be prepared for whatever is on the other side...” I ordered. Noelle went through first, followed by Liv and Charlie, then Alex and Paige. Morgan and Faith followed after, then our friends. Lastly, it was just Lily and I. “Ready hun?” She asked. “Not really, but hey, I never have been.” I laughed. “We’re going to be fine. From what you’ve told us... we need to get this jewel to save this other you and other Noelle... But don’t worry, you’ve got us backing you up the whole way. So let’s go...” “HELP!” We heard shouting coming from the other side of the portal. Panic quickly set in. Was it the Council? Were they waiting for us the whole time? Was everyone okay? Was Noelle okay? “GO! QUICK!” I yelled to Lily, who jumped through without question. I grabbed my bag and ran through the portal, desperate to see what was going on on the other side. The portal closed behind me. I stood there, dirt at my feet, the cold air piercing my lungs. The sounds of screaming and shouting in the distance. And within seconds of being in this dimension... I felt a surge... I felt more powerful than I had in months... The tiny sparks of magic that I had felt enter me when I touched one of the Goddess’ jewels was nothing compared to this. This felt like my old magic. “Wait... was it just being away from this dimension for too long...?” I said out loud, feeling refreshed, reinvigorated... back to full strength. “ROSE! QUICK! HELP!” Lily yelled. Looking around, I saw the source of the screaming. A vast wasteland. The ruins of Basinwall. Not a single brick or tree or flower left. Just dirt and ash. Our previous home disintegrated into nothingness. And in the centre of it... was Noelle. Who was going currently going nuclear. ========================================================== Pretty much at the half way point of the story now! Also, good news! I'm about 7 chapters away from finishing this story, which means after a small break from writing (Will still edit and post chapters, don't worry, plus it'll only last a week or two), I'll be starting my next story! 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Chapter 30: Interlude Love in Dimensions – LittleFallenPrincess It didn’t take too long, especially with Evie and Rose helping, but we managed to get a bunch of stuff packed for our little adventure for Morgan, Evie and myself. We grabbed a few outfits for Evie, as well as some basic repair tools in case anything happened to her whilst we were away from home. I mean sure, the sanctum can conjure anything we want... but I preferred our tools. Morgan grabbed a bag and shoved a bunch of clothes of ours in. Again, our clothes, wearing ones conjured for us just felt... bleh. Something about my clothes, especially my little outfits... just felt... special. And sorry Rose, but no amount of magic could recreate that. “Don’t forget Flopsy, okay sweetpea?” Morgan reminded me. “I’m glad that each Flopsy looks different, otherwise it’d be a nightmare.” I laughed. “What do you mean, sweetie?” “Well the whole ‘we call our bunny stuffies Flopsy’ thing.” “Oh yeah! I forgot about that. Oh hey, did you notice, in that last vision Ophelia referred to her stuffie as Flopsy too. So she really must be one of us!” I giggled at the thought of us all having a little tea party, but getting confused when we offer Flopsy a drink. “So Mummy... this next dimension...?” “What about it?” Morgan replied. “I mean... magic... come on, you have to be a little bit excited!” “Okay, maybe a little.” Morgan grinned. “Sure, we have the tech in our dimension, Liv and Charlie have the Amazon thing... but magic!” I was so excited about our next destination. “I’m just hoping Rose manages to find out what’s causing this blockage when it comes to their magic.” Morgan said, as she lifted one case onto another. “Me too. Would be nice to have a heavy hitter again.” “You saying I don’t hit hard enough?” Morgan grinned, flexing her unaugmented arm. “Other arm...” I pointed out. “Oh no, it’s the correct arm. The other is just for backup. I don’t need my augmented arm to hit hard.” She grinned, flexing her muscles. “I bet you don’t!” I said, creeping up to her and squeezing her arm. ‘Strong women... damn...’ I thought to myself as my tummy felt all squirmy. “Now, have you got everything?” She asked. Just as I nodded, Rose walked in. “Hey you two. How’s the packing going?” She asked, standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame and looking at us with a smile. “Nearly done. What’ve you been up to?” Morgan asked. “Having a lovely chat with Evie. I must say... I don’t know much about technology, but she is an amazingly engineered work of art.” “Thank you!” I was beaming at the compliment. “She’s a clever little cookie this one. Like Noelle.” Morgan grinned at me. ‘Both of them complimenting me? This is too much! AH PRAISE OVERLOAD! ABORT! ABORT!’ I dove behind the bed, trying to get out of the firing line of praise, but Morgan showed off her impressive strength and lifted me up off the ground, placing me on her hip and kissing me on the lips. “That’s no fair!” I groaned. “She doesn’t like too much praise either?” Rose asked her. “She loves it really. But she gets all blushy and embarrassed whenever she gets any amount of praise.” “Just like Noelle...” Rose laughed. “Hmph!” I pouted. “Right, mind taking this pouty-pants for me? I need to finish packing, and if she’s going to pout it’ll just slow things down.” “Happy to!” Rose said, walking over and reaching out. But before she took me in her arms, she quickly recoiled, withdrawing her arms and stepping back. “Shit. I nearly forgot... no magic.” “Huh?” Morgan asked. “Which means no strength. I can’t lift her like you can. Right, workaround... come on sweetpea...” Rose said, grabbing my hand. Morgan gently put me back on my feet, patting my bum to cause me to stumble forward. I quickly followed Rose as she left the bedroom. “Come on, let’s go see what Auntie Rose can do with you whilst your Mummy is busy.” Rose said, pulling me closer and escorting me out. “Oh hello little one!” Evie said as we walked into the kitchen. “Hi Miss Evie...” I mumbled. “She’s still such a shy little thing. And Miss Rose! How can I help you?” “I was wondering if there are any bottles lying around? I’d like to feed little Faith here, she’s a bit fussy and pouty and keeping her Mummy distracted.” Rose asked her. “Oh good idea, she often calms down after a bottle.” The way they were talking about me whilst I was stood there, next to Rose, made me feel so small and tiny and... little. The butterflies in my tummy were dashing about, amazed that even Rose had this power over me. Sure, she was a variation of Morgan, but she wasn’t my Morgan. She was Noelle’s. I heard Evie shuffling about a bit in the kitchen before walking over with a bottle in her hand. “Here you go Miss Rose, I hope she enjoys it.” Evie said, handing Rose the baby bottle full of milk. “If she’s anything like my Noelle, I’m sure she will.” Escorting me over to the sofa, Rose sat down before patting her lap, indicating for me to get in position for my baba. I was a little unsure as to whether or not I should. I mean... its okay with Morgan... right? She’d be okay with Rose feeding me a bottle? And I trust Rose... My mind was dashing through its many worries as I just stood there, watching Rose’s face get more and more concerned. It was then Morgan rushed from the bedroom, heading towards the workshop, but stopping once she saw me. “Everything okay sweetie?” “Uh... uh huh...” I replied. “Oh is Rose going to feed you a baba? Good thinking Rose, she’ll be less fussy. Now you be a good girl for Rose and no fussing!” Morgan looked at me sternly before rushing off into the workshop. ‘Well she said it was okay... so I guess I can do this... right... going... now...’ I found it hard to move. I wanted to, but my anxiety was preventing me from moving. Thankfully, Rose must have been able to tell, because she grabbed my hand and pulled me on to the sofa, turning me around and laying me on my back with my head on her lap. “There we go. Stop worrying!” She smiled. Positioning the bottle in front of my face, she gently tilted it, offering me the teat. Giving in, I opened my mouth and let the teat fill my mouth, where I instinctively started suckling, the sweet milk filling my mouth. ‘Sure, I prefer my Morgan feeding me... but this version is pretty good too...’ My nerves started to calm down as I relaxed into Rose’s body, her smiling down at me. ‘...Maybe I should see what things the sanctum could make us after all...’ After the feeding, Morgan had finished packing and we were ready to leave. Rose conjured a portal to the Sanctum, and we headed through, this time taking Evie with us. It was a shame to leave our apartment yet again after spending barely any time there, but we needed to get back to the others. Upon returning to the Sanctum, the others had already started settling in, happy to see we were now back. No one was as happy as Noelle was though. As soon as Rose came through the portal, Noelle rushed from the library and sprinted down the hallway, tackling Rose to the ground and kissing her. Once Noelle had eventually stopped kissing Rose, Morgan helped the pair up to the feet and everyone gathered around the sofa area. “So... what now?” Alex asked. “I know we all feel like we need to save Freya and Ophelia right this second, but I think we’re all a bit shaken and exhausted from the past two trips. Plus the next destination isn’t going to make our other two trips seem like a walk in the park. So I think we should rest, recover, research. Thankfully, I have an idea as to where the jewel is already in the next dimension, but I’d like to do a bit of research in my library. Plus after what just happened with Noelle... I’d like to spend some time with my babygirl, and no doubt you all want to spend time with each other.” Rose kissed Noelle’s forehead. “So rest, explore the Sanctum more, have some time to yourselves. And prepare for our next destination. Let’s say... two days? Two days then we’ll go to our dimension.” Everyone nodded in agreement before walking off with their partners to their rooms. “Come on sweetpea, let’s get you changed.” Morgan said, grabbing my hand. “I can see that you’re soggy.” “I’m not... oh.” I hadn’t realised until she pointed it out, but the thickness between my legs was considerably thicker since I had the bottle earlier. “Oh Rose, before you go... where’s the nursery?” Morgan asked Rose, who was just about to disappear around the corner. “Down that hall to the left. Maybe later we should all get together and have them all little in there?” Rose suggested. “Good idea.” Morgan smiled before turning to face me. “Okay poppet, come on.” I waddled behind Morgan, holding her hand, as she led us to our room. ------------------------------------------------- Two days had passed. We think. At least according to the clock it had been two days. With the Sanctum being between dimensions... there was no natural light. No day/night cycle. Rose had had the clever idea of making the fake windows emit light according to the time of day, but it still wasn’t the same. Short-term... this place was great. All the rooms we’d ever need, an amazing Nursery, kitchen full of amazing food... it had everything we could ever ask for. But long-term? I think the lack of sunlight would drive me crazy. Maybe once Rose and Noelle get their magic back... if they get it back... they can upgrade it? I don’t know how, I know nothing about how magic works, I’m a tech gal after all. But surely they could harness some other dimension’s sunlight or something? Anything to make this place feel more natural and less like a bunker. Over the two days, we had done lots together, but also lots on our own. Every day, we’d have a big meal together; sometimes even two if everyone was up for breakfast. The first big meal we had was just a nice, normal meal between friends. Lots of conversations, laughing, eating, everything. It was nice being part of this... family? I guess that’s the closest thing you can call us. It was as if we had known each other our entire lives. I mean sure, we’re practically the same people, but it’s amazing that despite our different dimensions, our different upbringings... we could still relate to each other. The second meal we had, one of the Mummies had come up with the silly idea of having all us littles dressed like babies and have high chairs. I mean... I enjoyed the hell out of it, and I’m pretty sure the other three did too... but still... I wasn’t expecting to be so blushy! It’s not fair! We were all sat in highchairs next to our Mummies around the large, wooden table in the dining room. And in turn, not at the same time, the Mummies fed us, one by one. I know why they did this. So that all eyes would be on the little who was being fed. If we were all fed at the same time, it’d be less blushy for each of us. But this way... we’d be embarrassed as heck as everyone watched the spoons missed our mouths, spreading the baby food all down our chins. We also had a big play date in the nursery for a few hours too, which was a lot of fun. Dressed in our most babyish outfits, the Mummies let us free in the playpen as they sat and chatted. Again, humiliating... but we loved it. We also had plenty of time to ourselves, I got to have some private Mummy/baby time with Morgan, Rose and Noelle got to have some time to themselves after what had happened in our dimension, which I think helped a lot. Liv and Charlie had a lot of time to explore their new height difference, which I think helped them a lot too. Alex and Paige spent a lot of time in the library. But whilst they researched and worked a lot... it wasn’t as if they didn’t get any fun time to themselves... on occasion, walking past the library, I saw Paige dressed up in the same maid uniform she had arrived in, thickly padded underneath her dress, on full display every time Alex ordered her to go get a book from the bottom shelf. So they were clearly still having fun... this was just their kind of fun. But yeah, for two days we relaxed as best we could, we had time to ourselves, we tried to get our mind off everything that had happened, especially Freya and Ophelia’s current predicament. Because the thought of them being locked up in complete darkness for decades... scared the shit out of me. So no doubt it scared the rest of my variations too. We wanted to save them as soon as possible, but we still had more dimensions to go to before we could. We have no idea how many more jewels we’d need to get to get enough detail about their situation and their exact location, but we’d start with our own dimensions and work our way out. But to do that, we needed rest. As much as I would have loved to get out there, finding more jewels, Rose was right, we needed this break. As we all shuffled in on the last morning, couple by couple, into the kitchen, the Mummies automatically going to the kitchen area to prepare breakfast whilst the littles sat down at the table. We looked around at each other, seeing the anxiety on each other’s faces. We knew today was the day, that we’d be embarking in a few hours to one place I knew Rose and Noelle were really not looking forward to going to. It was Charlie who broke the silence. “So, how long has it been since you were last home?” She asked our two Witches. Rose and Noelle looked at each other, sadness etched on their faces as they thought about their home. “Over a year now.” Rose answered. “Miss it?” “Oh of course. I’m just worried about going back.” “You never said much about what happened to cause you to leave, other than that the council were after you... and that you died...” “For good reason...” Noelle said, holding Rose’s hand. ========================================================== Pretty much at the half way point of the story now! 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 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 Love in Dimensions. New chapters of Love in Dimensions every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. 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