DiaperedPrince

Thanks! Hmmm it might be getting long enough to be a book. Glad you liked Part 1! It's funny, I used Mastodon back in 9th grade, before the whole Twitter shenanigans. When I heard everyone was flocking to Mastodon I was giggling like crazy that now I need to change my alternate Twitter used in the other dimension! Disney endings are also super important to me. It's happily-ever-after or bust! Weeeeell... depending on how it's written, ending up permanently regressed may not be a bad thing? Spoiler warning: see @Genossin's Little Shield and Sword. (white text for spoiler) Well, I think I might be the only DD author that runs a server farm, open source software mirror, is currently pursuing a Bachelor's in Computer Science, AND is willing to potentially nerd out so much that non-techies lose interest Been done before, see @YourDiapersCute's Little Conditions. That was actually one of my big inspirations for this story. ?

Ahh, makes sense. Yeah, leaving room for imagination is always good.

Dates look right to me? Doesn't Exchange start in 2016? Or were the tech values (xx zettaflops for that supercomputer) bumped up for your Amazon release?

Uh huh and I'm Santa! ?

There was like 1 response... ... the last time I checked. Now that there's several I've added the map

You're welcome! Have you read the first half of part 2 as well?

I honestly like the tech more than the diapers. But yeah, the diapers are a bonus

THIS!!! I would actually. I have the exact same mindset as Connor... though I'm much less mature ?

Me too, except I'm studying instead of working ? I know exactly how you feel!

Regardless of who I wonder if it won't become another one of those sources where LE can find out who's had an illegal abortion...

Hehe. Isn't that what Karens do? ?

Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks, it'll be probably the hardest term in my college career. Quite a few hard math courses that I wish Stacy could help me with. Speaking of which, I'm honored you think that way. She's a great writer... one of the biggest reasons I edit for her is I don't want to see her masterpieces get streaked on by grammar. Thank you all for the kind words and for leaving a comment in the first place!

Thanks! Good luck to you as well! I say that only because I tend to do most things only once. But who knows? Not sure what platypus is...

Chapter 18 — Baptism of Fire Luckily for her, the rustling cacophony of the congregation flipping through their Bibles came just in time to mask Izzy pooping herself. Since I was sitting right beside her, I of course picked up both the sound and the slight smell, but we were sitting far enough away from anyone else for them to have noticed. “Do you want to go get changed now?” I whispered into Izzy’s ear once the rude noises coming from her diaper stopped. She winced and nodded, so I picked her up, painstakingly avoiding squishing the bulge in her diapers, and headed outside with her. She’d stood up just before going, so thankfully the change shouldn’t be too bad. However, since there were no changing tables in the church washrooms, I had to bring her to the car to change her. “Why aren’t we doing this in the restroom?” She asked as I gently laid her down in the trunk of my SUV. “The ones here don’t have changing tables. The sinks don’t have countertops either.” I pulled her sweatpants off and gingerly untaped her diaper, but not before grabbing a handful of baby wipes. “Isn’t that illegal?” I wiped off Izzy’s bottom front-to-back, first with the clean front of her used diaper to get most of the mess off, then with a couple baby wipes. “It’s a private building, so federal laws don’t apply. Besides, most of our congregation is too young to have kids!” I taped the new diaper on her snugly, and flared it out by running a finger around the leg guards. I finished off her change by handing Izzy her pants, leaving her to put them on by herself while I bagged up her old diaper and disposed of it in a nearby garbage bin. After cleaning my hands with an extra wipe, I picked up a pants-on Izzy, I shut the trunk, and jogged back inside with her, just in time for the congregation to laugh at another of Pastor Daryl’s jokes. I love how funny he is. I think his humor is the main motivation for a lot of people here to come to church! “...Moral of the story is: treat everyone with respect, no matter how old or tall someone is. Respect Littles and your children just as Jesus respected Zacchaeus. As Matthew chapter eighteen tells us, unless we become like little children, we will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” Pastor Daryl paused for a moment to let his words sink in, then said a quick prayer for the congregation. “That brings us to the end of the meeting today. Don’t leave just yet, though, join us for our quarterly game of Laser Tag out back first! Today’s match is a three-way battle. Left versus middle versus right!” He gestured at the three sections of the congregation, separated by two aisles. Several people started cheering, and almost everyone made their way towards the back exit. I picked up Izzy, so she wouldn’t get trampled, and joined the throng. Outside, Pastor Daryl’s wife Lucia handed out laser rifles, vests, and safety goggles to everyone. I put Izzy down to grab both a Big-sized set of gear for myself and a Little-sized set for her. Equipment in hand, I walked her a few paces over to a less crowded spot, before helping her don her vest and teaching her how to use the rifle. “Here’s the safety. When it’s up, it’s safe; flip it down to disengage it and unlock the trigger. NEVER aim above shoulder-level. If you shoot into someone’s eyes and their goggles aren’t on and working correctly, they WILL go blind, temporarily at best and permanently at worst.” I demonstrated the safety to Izzy and she nodded. Next, I pointed to the trigger assembly and battery mag. “Here’s the trigger, pull it to fire. The battery magazine is here. You can get around fifty shots off on every battery before you’ll need to reload, so you have two more spare mags on your vest there. Pull the mag release here to switch batteries, and just swap it for one on your vest like this. As long as you’re within our team’s spawn point, all your mags will simultaneously recharge wirelessly.” I demonstrated it for her on mine, since her mag release was too small for me to get a grip on! “Oh, and you may need to smack the side of the rifle like this to get the connecting pins to contact firmly.” Finally, I pointed to the scope and stock. “There’s a fixed two-times magnification scope mounted on your rifle in case you’re shooting further away, and backup iron sights for close-range fire. This button over here,” I pointed to it on her rifle, “can extend or retract the stock in case you want a better fit.” “Cool, thanks! How do we know who to shoot?” I led Izzy over to our team’s spawn point, marked with a red beacon. Both of our rifles, goggles, and vests turned red. “The other teams will be wearing blue and orange vests, so shoot anyone not wearing red. The vests and gun will register a hit anywhere below the shoulders. The game mode for today is deathmatch, so the last team to have all its players eliminated wins.” “What happens when you get shot?” “Good question. If you get hit in the vest, your gear will turn grey again, signaling that you should leave the playing field. You can take a seat on the bleachers over there and watch the rest of the game. Keep your goggles on until the all-clear sounds, though. That’s three whistles. The start of each game is two whistles, and if you hear one long whistle, immediately engage your safety and stop moving.” “What happens if I accidentally shoot someone on our team?” “They’re eliminated, same as if they get shot by a player on another team, so try not to commit friendly fire. Oh, and if you shoot someone in the head accidentally, your own rifle will ‘grey out’ as a punishment and you’ll have to go back to spawn and stay there for a thirty-second timeout before your rifle will re-enable itself. Same applies if your rifle gets shot.” *** Growing up, I loved going to my local range to shoot, and I liked to think that I was a pretty decent markswoman. I never had the opportunity to do paintball or Airsoft, though, so I didn’t have a clue how I would fare in a real-life run-and-gun game. I wasn’t given much time to deliberate, however, as the two whistles signaling the start of the game soon went off! I eyed the circular battlefield, about five or six hundred feet in diameter, trying to decide where to go. In the center of the field was a little cluster of three watchtower-style buildings, a few yards apart from each other and connected by exposed bridges. The three teams’ spawn points were equidistant around the edge of the field. Everywhere else, the terrain looked like it varied from trees to light shrubbery, large boulders, and an open field in the middle of the battleground. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a couple of Littles on my team running off to the right towards a group of trees, so I went after them. It being my first game, I decided to play it safe, and start out camping somewhere instead of running around shooting. That way, I could learn the dynamics of the game and characteristics of my rifle, while not being shot at! I ran to the small grove and then between the trees, stopping only when I’d caught up to the other Littles. They had dispersed around the area, each having found cover behind a tree, rock, or one of the tinted plexiglass shields that popped up every fifty feet or so. As I looked around for a spot of my own, I saw that the tree in front of me had a large fork about twenty-five or thirty feet up. I gave the rough bark an experimental tug, finding it quite easy to grip, so I slung my rifle over my shoulder and started to clamber up the tree. When I reached the fork, I found an expansive and nearly-unhindered view of the center of the battlefield. I steadied myself and unshouldered my rifle. Holding on to the trunk, I carefully unclipped the rifle’s strap, wound it around the thinner branch of the fork, and clipped the end to a carabiner hook on my vest. Securely fastened in such a way that I wouldn’t fall out of the tree, I looked through the ACOG-like sight to find my bearings and decided to take a practice shot at a wall of one of the watchtowers. Out of habit, I kept my finger off the trigger, resting it straight against the side of the trigger guard instead, right up until I was ready to fire. My rifle buzzed when I pulled the trigger, and a thin but brightly visible red laser beam extended from the barrel of my rifle to the point on the wall I’d aimed at. It terminated in a red dot on the wall, and the beam disappeared less than a second later. Eerily, there was hardly any audible report that I’d fired, besides the quiet buzz of my rifle, which was more a vibration. I decided to try a double-tap to check that there wasn’t any recharge time between shots, besides the time the laser beam appeared for. When I squeezed off two more shots in quick succession, this time at a patch of grass at the base of the tower closest to me, I was rewarded with two more buzzes and a beam that was active longer. Interesting… I can hold the beam by firing consecutive shots… I barely had time to register that fact and vacate my bladder into my diaper, which was starting to sag a bit, before I glimpsed my first enemy player. I wish I’d gotten a change before the game started! Unfortunately, she was running quite fast across the field, and she managed to get behind concealment before I could aim properly and shoot her. I realized then that since anything could block a laser as weak as the ones we were using, concealment and cover were the same thing on this battlefield! Seconds later, I glimpsed a flash of blue in the watchtower furthest from me. I swung my rifle over to aim at it, took a deep breath to steady my aim, and fired as soon as the reticle overlaid an exposed forearm. I received no indication of whether I’d actually eliminated anyone, until the figure stood up after a moment, vest, goggles and gun now ‘grayed out’! The player raised his hand for a moment, before climbing down the watchtower and walking off the battlefield. I cheered internally for my first ‘kill’, but quickly refocused my attention back to the game. The next flash of someone dashing from one tower to another was red, so I kept my finger off the trigger and instead just observed them. When he peeked back over the parapet, I realized, to my surprise, that it was Mike! *** When I saw Izzy run off towards the Toadstools, as that little patch of trees was referred to, I decided to give her some space and autonomy and play like she wasn’t there. I opted to go with my usual strategy of immediately rushing to the Towers, scaffolded structures in the middle of the playing field. I managed to be the first player to reach the Towers this time. When I got there, I climbed up the east tower and took a position behind a parapet, waiting to ambush anyone else that came over the top. A few seconds later, I saw a blue player summiting the north tower. I was just about to take him out when a red laser from the direction of the Toadstools greyed him out first! When he flung his hands up in surprise, I looked around to see who shot him, and couldn’t see anyone sticking out from the trees. Our team’s got a ghost sniper? *** After taking out another enemy player, this time on the orange team, I couldn’t see any more players from my position, so I decided I was comfortable enough with the game and my rifle to explore the rest of the battlefield. I still had plenty of shots left in my first mag, so I didn’t bother going back to base to recharge. Instead, after I unhooked myself from the tree and climbed back down, I ran towards the watchtower I’d just seen Mike on moments earlier. My plan was to meet up with him and see if we could cover each other’s backs. Midway there, I saw a blue laser beam cross the air, inches away from my chest. Luckily for me, I was running too fast for it to intersect my body, so my vest and gun stayed red! When I reached the base of the tower Mike had been on earlier, I started scaling the side using hand- and foot-holds in the plastic faux-stone exterior. Halfway up, I realized that the shot that had almost eliminated me. I realized that I’d assumed that all the lasers would be red, but the beams fired by each player were actually their team’s color! When I reached the top of the tower, I had my rifle at the ready, just in case the position had switched hands in the time it took for me to climb down the tree, sprint across the field, and climb up the structure. I checked that there was no one there, before clambering over the parapet and landing butt-first on the plywood platform with an “oomph”. My diaper cushioned my fall, and I quickly sprang back up onto my feet. I peeked around a low wall at the bridge to the adjacent tower, where I spotted Mike crouching on one knee. I shot the wall beside him to get his attention, and he whipped his head around, rifle at the ready. When his eyes met mine, he nodded at me and tapped his temple with two fingers. I saw a ‘NEURAL COMM REQUESTED’ pop-up from Mike, accompanied by two pips. When I accepted it, I could suddenly hear Mike’s voice in my head, even though his lips weren’t moving! ‘Hey kiddo! Shot anyone yet?’ Yeah, one of each enemy team. ‘You gotta prefix your thoughts with my name for me to receive them, buddy.’ Mike, can you hear me now? ‘Loud and clear. Was that you earlier, that blue guy on the tower?’ Mike, yeah, I eliminated him and an orange player. ‘Nice, that was an excellent shot! How’s the neural integration working for ya so far?’ Mike, well we’re communicating fine right? ‘No, I meant for the game. HUD?’ Mike, oh, I didn’t know the cyrano helped with the game? ‘Oh, you haven’t enabled game help mode yet?’ Mike, no, how do I do that? Also, I thought you never used neural mode? ‘Normally I don’t, I save it for we have a game like this. Gives me a nice edge and I like winning?’ Mike, ?????? hey this is fun! I saw him jolt at the flood of mental emotions I was sending him. Mike, so how do I enable game help mode? ‘Go to [Control → Integrations → Game Help →Laser Tag] and enable it from there, or just tell your cyrano to do it for you. And please don’t ever DOS me with emotions again. It’s uncomfortable!’ He smiled at me. Cyrano, enable Laser Tag game help mode. I saw a pop-up telling me that it was now enabled. When I closed it, the regular heads-up display that overlaid my vision was re-populated with various useful features now available to me, the most important one being my newfound ability to instantly see where every player was, even through walls! Colored silhouettes moved about in real time, outlining players when they went behind cover, as if I was playing a first person shooter game with wallhack enabled. When I aimed at a player, I discovered that a red targeting crosshair now appeared centered on stationary players and leading slightly before moving players. Using this aimbot feature, I quickly took out two fast-running enemy players, achieving the correct lead each time, even when one of them was running zigzaggedly from cover to cover! Then, when I pointed it at Mike, the crosshair changed to a warning symbol instead. The final surprise of the feature came when a flashing yellow crosshair appeared on a metal can about a hundred feet away. Curious as to what would happen if I shot it, I took aim, pulled the trigger, and watched as my shot ricocheted off the can and eliminated yet another enemy player! This wasn’t just tilting the odds in my favor, it was full on godmode, minus the infinite health! Well, the Radar-Lock feature, which warned me when I was being aimed at, basically covered that too! With Mike and I both essentially cheating, we carried our team to an easy victory. At the end of the day, though, I had to admit that it may have been more fun to play without the extra help! =========================================================== That's it for now, folks! I'll return with more of Part 2 (we're about halfway through it, I think) around February 2023 by my best estimates. I'd like to thank @BabySofia for helping me beta-test all the chapters of Part 2 so far, and for giving me motivation to write when the going gets tough. I'm more merciful than her by not leaving y'all on a cliffhanger though! I'd also like to thank everyone reading this for staying with me through this long writing endeavor of mine. My philosophy in life is to try everything I can; this is my multi-year experiment at writing a Diaper Dimension story. It'll likely be my only completed work of fiction (yes I'm hoping to complete it!), so thank you for reading it. ???❤️

Rudolph?

Cool! I've only ever played with giant chess pieces twice - once on a cruise ship when I was 3 or 4 and at Butchart. Haha well, I wasn't involved in that photo, I'm lucky enough to have even found it on Google maps when I was doing research for this story... It's been a couple years and memories start to blur so I wanted to be sure it was Butchart where I played giant chess (and not Stanley Park or something)

She's not entirely to blame, I've also had next to no time at all (on a business trip), and the worst internet connection imaginable for San Francisco...

Haha yep. I don't have time or energy to write another story anytime soon, but hey someone please write a story where the toughest criminals in our dimension are sent to the other one Thank you! Well it's Canada, you're presumed innocent until proven guilty, for real. She didn't wet herself, so she wasn't given a diaper, but she *was* unruly, so she was pacified ? That chess set actually exists. Butchart gardens is a completely real place (the labs are made up), and I actually went there and played a game with the big pieces. Here's a photo sphere from Google maps of the board. When I went in 2018 (after the photo sphere was captured), the pieces were different (bigger and black and white)... they're half-filled with water so they don't fall over! Mike's not wearing a diaper... Plus, if a two year old sitting beside you was about to poop you wouldn't cover for them, now would you? Remember, "Littles are basically babies!" - every Amazon ever ? Thanks for all the comments everyone! I'll try my very best to post the last chapter I've written next week!

Chapter 17 — Walk in the Park My mouth fell open as Kyrie started walking us down the hallway. “You GROW computers??” “Yep! We genetically engineer plants to perform both specific and general computations, for a variety of use-cases.” She looked at a camera set in the wall for a retina scan, before the glass doors opened automatically and we followed her into her lab. The modern space looked more like a conservatory than a lab, with a lofty ceiling, large skylight spanning its full length, and indoor palm trees. However, the banks of desk-lamp-sized plants, wires running everywhere, and floating holograms definitely made it a lab! “How does the computational mechanism work? Is it cell-level? What are the input/output streams?” “Great questions, I can see why Mike brought you now,” she giggled gleefully. “Basically, groups of cells in the plant act as ALUs — Arithmetic Logic Units — to perform simple computations like addition, subtraction, conjunction, disjunction, bit shifts… every single n-bit calculation you can imagine. They use a combination of bioelectrical signals and enzymes to communicate with other cells that store data temporarily, and finally wires tap changes in bioelectrical voltage across parts of their stems for I/O. It’s all solar-powered through photosynthesis, and the plants even generate oxygen as a byproduct!” “Wow!” I found myself once again lost for words. Biological computation back home was in its infancy, and growing entire plants to act as processors blew my mind. “What’s the throughput up to?” Mike asked. “We’ve hit two megaflops per plant in bursts, but nothing crazy yet. I think we can expect to double that by next week’s batch though. We’re still tweaking core implementation details, particularly on the inter-cellular level, to maximize power delivery.” “Nice. How do you program it?” “A custom assembly language called PAL — Plant Assembly Language — for now; we’ll develop support for higher-level languages and start cross-compiling popular compilers like GCC over once we get enough computing power to run a bytecode runtime environment. Our goal is to run Freax on it someday. Wanna try writing something in PAL and running it?” “Hell yeah!” Mike and I got a quick lesson on PAL syntax, before we got a chance to flex our assembly muscles and write some code ourselves. I noticed that the touchboard provided to me automatically reconfigured its keys to my preferred mapping when Mike sat me down in front of it. I wrote a simple Fibonacci sequence program, which would take a number n as an input and output the nth Fibonacci number. Each successive number was calculated by adding the previous two, with the first two being ‘1’, so I got a bit of a workout implementing recursion in assembler. I made sure to add a couple of sanity checks to short-circuit my code and exit if weird inputs were provided, before sending it over to Kyrie. Mike wrote FizzBuzz, another classical programming problem, which was based on the children’s game that they apparently called ‘FloofBoop’ here. The plant would print numbers starting from 1, replacing any number divisible by 3 with ‘Floof’, any number divisible by 5 with ‘Boop’, and any number divisible by 15 with ‘FloofBoop’. The assembler didn’t support strings, so Mike used -1 for Floof, 0 for Boop, and -10 for FloofBoop instead. Kyrie typed a few commands to feed our programs to the nearest two plants. We were pleasantly surprised when the output holograms hovering above them appeared to show both programs working on the first try! Not everyday when the first thing you write in assembly works on the first try! Kyrie took advantage of one of my sanity checks to halt my code by inputting -1 after trying a couple different numbers, exiting the program. However, Mike hadn’t built in any triggers to stop it, so she had to terminate it manually. To our dismay, as soon as she did that, her console froze! Mike’s code had somehow caused the computer to stop responding to interrupts, so the plug would have to be pulled to reset it! However, being a plant powered by photosynthesis, the computer couldn’t have its power shut down without killing it! “Umm… how do we fix this?” Mike asked sheepishly. “Well we could inject nanites into the plant to force the interrupt to propagate, but it would probably be a more valuable learning experience to scrap it, dissect it, and figure out why the interrupt didn’t trigger. Plus, growing a replacement plant will only take a week, and they’re a lot cheaper than nanites!” “Oh, okay then. Sorry for destroying your plant.” “Don’t apologize, Mikey,” she smiled and rubbed his shoulder. “Think of it as destructive testing.” Just then, a hologram popped up with a message for Kyrie that she was expected in an adjacent lab. “Guys, I’ve gotta go. I’ll walk you out. Izzy, it’s nice to meet you, hopefully our paths will cross again. Mikey, always a pleasure to see you in the flesh!” We followed Kyrie back to the entrance, where the two exchanged la bise, and Mike wished her luck on her research. Moments after we parted ways, Kyrie stopped in her tracks and called out to us. “Oh by the way, please do enjoy the rest of the gardens. I had security add you to the list of authorized visitors, you can roam the grounds free of charge at any time.” “Oh wow, thanks Ky! You’re the best! We’ll look around for sure.” *** After barely an hour of walking through the various beautiful plant exhibits on display in the Gardens, Izzy whined that she was bored and wanted to go home. She held her arms up for me to pick her up, so I did, and started briskly walking her back to where we’d parked. However, just as we passed a small square by the main gate, Izzy forgot all about going home. “Put me down, put me down!” She squealed, whacking my arm, “Look at the size of those pieces!” I followed her gaze to a giant chess set, and laughed as I set her back down on the ground. The instant her little light-up runners hit the ground, she sprinted over to the giant chess set. I noted that her LittleProtect ankle band was barely visible underneath her sock, and didn’t seem to encumber her movements at all. I went after her in much less of a hurry, and watched as she picked up a pawn that was almost her own height and shuffled awkwardly with it to get it to its starting place. It didn’t seem to be too heavy though, as she looked to be struggling more with its size than its weight. When she tried to move a queen that was a full head taller than her and almost toppled it over, I steadied it for her. “Careful there, little miss chess nut, you don’t want to bowl over the Queen! She’ll have you arrested on charges of treason!” Izzy giggled and stuck out her tongue at me. “Why don’t you go reset the rest of the pawns while I take care of the pieces?” “Kay,” she nodded enthusiastically, hugging up another oversized pawn. When we got the giant board set, Izzy insisted I play the white pieces this time, and I accepted. I was just about to make the first move when a young Amazon boy, about eight or nine, and his mother, a nine-foot tall Big, came up to us. “Let my son play your daughter? You can help her move the pieces, it’ll be fun?” I glanced at Izzy, who nodded at me, so I shrugged and responded, “She’s my friend, not my daughter, but sure, why not.” I turned to Izzy and squatted down. “Want a piggyback ride?” She nodded again and carefully climbed on my back. We let the boy make the first move, and watched as he shuffled his kingside knight between two pawns to c3. I played out Izzy’s response of pawn to d5, which she called out loud. Just like that, the boy and I took turns moving the pieces. After just a few moves, I could tell that Izzy had started going easy on him, as he started struggling to find good moves. In fact, even I, a chess novice compared to Izzy, was able to catch a blunder from him, but she didn’t accept his meaningless sacrifice. I could tell, as the middlegame transitioned into a king and pawn versus king endgame, that Izzy had calculated and gone as easy as possible against him. In fact, she was setting it up so that he had a fair opportunity to draw the game! However, the young boy didn’t know how to play that endgame, and Izzy finished him off three moves after promoting her pawn. When her son failed to stop Izzy from promoting, the mother started getting visibly angry. When Izzy said “good game” to the boy, the woman was absolutely livid. “SHE CHEATED!!! THERE’S NO WAY A LITTLE CAN BEAT MY SON, HE TAKES CHESS LESSONS FROM A PRIVATE TUTOR!!” She flagged down a passing groundskeeper, jumping up and down and waving her arms furiously. “SHE’S NOT PLAYING FAIR!!! I WANT HER OUT OF HERE!! I WANT A REFUND FOR MY ADMISSION!!! AHHHHHH!!” All her commotion was attracting stares from all over the square, and the employee looked at her uncomfortably, choosing to quickly walk away a moment later. The mother continued to scream random insults and accusations at Izzy and I, while all three of us, her son included, stood there watching her charade speechlessly. Two minutes later, security finally arrived, by which time the woman was rolling around on the grass like a soccer player trying to get a foul, complete with tears streaming down her face. “Ma’am, what seems to be the problem here?” The lead security officer asked her while eyeing us. “They ganged up on us with a nasty scheme, made us fall into their trap, and bullied us! She,” she thrusted a finger at me, “CHEATED in the game to beat my precious baby boy, and they stood there laughing at us afterwards! You’re here to kick them out and refund me my admission fee, RIGHT?!!” “Uhh, no ma’am. We’re here to ask you to grow up and stop causing a scene, or we’ll have to escort YOU out of the Gardens out of respect for our more courteous visitors,” she nodded at Izzy and I. “NO!!!!! I WILL NOT!!! YOU HAVE TO THROW THEM OUT BEFORE I WILL STOP!!! THEY’RE PLOTTING ON KILLING MY SON!!! I’M GOING TO GET RAPED BY THAT ASSHOLE!!!” “Ma’am, this is your last warning. Stop yelling and get up, or we will have to escort you and your son out of the Gardens.” “NOOO!!! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME YOU FILTHY PIGS!! STOP!!! I’M ALLERGIC TO YOU!! I’M GOING TO DIE!!!!!” The four security officers nodded at each other. One of them produced a giant locking pacifier and shoved it in the woman’s mouth, suppressing her screams to unintelligible gibberish with a twist of the valve in the button. The four of them then synchronously manhandled the woman, each officer at a limb, towards the front gate! Izzy giggled when they produced the giant locking pacifier, and broke the silence when the woman was carried away, her son following close behind them. “You know, in my dimension, people like her are called ‘Karens’.” “Really? Like the nasty little devil that got you when you first came here?” I discreetly checked her diaper, finding her quite soaked. “Uh-huh. A burden on society, really.” I nodded my agreement. “You ready to head home then? You’re soaked.” “Yeah. Can we get a photo here first though? To remember our trip by?” I laughed. “Sure thing, princess.” *** The next morning, Mike invited me to church with him, and I accepted. When we got there, Mike helped me out of my car seat, but directed me to walk beside him instead of picking me up. When we went in, the small congregation of about a hundred and fifty was singing an angelic hymn that I’d never heard before. I saw quite a few Littles sitting in the front row of pews, which sat on a raised platform with a set of Little-sized steps leading up to it. I realized that, apart from a Little family touring the gardens with us, they were the first free Littles I’d ever seen! The platform put the Littles on the same level as the rows behind them, but I neither wanted to sit at the front nor wanted to leave Mike. Instead, I followed him to a middle section, near an emergency exit. Mike didn’t seem surprised at all that I was behind him, and he helped me onto the pew after sitting down himself. Surprisingly, the pew was padded, unlike those of every church I’d seen back home. Do they not care if people fall asleep here? Unfortunately, since it was sized for Amazons, all I could see while sitting on it was the back of the pew in front of me! Luckily, since we were at the end of the row, there was a pretty wide armrest on the other side of Mike, so I clambered across his lap onto it. It served as a nice bench for me, and I could even lean against Mike’s shoulder were I to get tired. “Are we late? Why is everyone singing already?” I whispered to Mike, eyeing the lyrics scrolling on a hologram filling up the sanctuary in front of a wooden cross. “Oh, there’s a fifteen minute arrival period, during which they start some hymns so people don’t have to dawdle around. Then, there’s another half-hour of worship, followed by an hour-long sermon. After that, there’s a special event today,” he itinerarized. “Ohh.” It finally dawned on me why he’d dressed me in a t-shirt and sweatpants that morning, instead of one of the several nice dresses that I now owned, and why the rest of the congregation was similarly dressed. I’d brushed it off as their custom here, but apparently it wasn’t! When the last hymn finished, the Amazonian pastor prayed, before plastic packages of pre-broken bread and wine were passed around. “Nice of them to add padding to these pews,” I whispered to Mike, as I let some pee out into my own padding. He looked surprised. “Your dimension doesn’t have that?” “Nope, something about not wanting people to fall asleep…” “That’s cruel. Not that you’d mind though, you’ve got your own!” He joked while sneaking a finger past the leg gatherer of my diaper to check its state. My face crimsoned several shades redder, and I wanted to punch him, but we were handed Communion sets just then. I instead said a quick prayer before opening it and munching on a big piece of unleavened bread. To my surprise, the wine was actually wine, instead of the grape juice I was used to! What was a mouthful of it to Mike amounted to a full glass for me! I looked at the wine, at Mike, and back at the wine. His eyes were closed in prayer, so I figured what the heck and downed it in a few gulps with the rest of the bread. It’s not like I’m getting drunk from a single glass anyway. I wonder what the Littles at the front are getting… When Mike opened his eyes and took his own Communion, he realized what had transpired and went from wide-eyed to slightly concerned to finding it hilarious. “In case you’re wondering, Littles usually sit up front and get much smaller portions…” I covered my mouth for a small burp. “I’m okay,” I smiled at him. “Good morning ladies and gents,” the pastor began, preempting any further comments from Mike. “I see everyone is dressed appropriately for our special event after the meeting. Good on you all for remembering, and shame on Dexter for forgetting. Just kidding, you can still participate, of course.” The congregation laughed in unison, and Dexter raised a fist in triumph for effect, revealing the sleeve of the suit he was wearing. “As the weather outside turns warm, I’m sure many of you need to start trimming the trees in your yards,” he continued once the laughter died down. “What would you do if you found Johann in one of your trees, eating figs?” He winked at Johann, a Little in the front row, as some more laughter broke out here and there. “Well, let’s see what Jesus did, when he met a similar situation with Zacchaeus the tax collector. Let’s turn to Luke, Chapter 19, and read the first few verses together.” I cringed in horror as I felt an imminent urge to poop, and realized that the rude sounds I was about to make were going to echo through the whole nave! =========================================================== Hope you enjoyed the latest edition, and please send likes and comments (hey, even criticism!) my way! ?

Just a quick update: I'm out of town this week so I may or may not be able to post depending on if I can find time to edit Chapter 17. Chapter 18 is the last full chapter I've written, (I've written up to the first paragraph of chapter 19 and come up with the chapter title), and I don't forsee having time to write any more this year, since school starts again the last week of August (I gotta work hard so I'll grow up smart like Izzy! ?) so further chapters/releases will have to wait until at least February 2023. But yeah you'll get 2 more chapters (17/18) soon™️. Bai for now!

Cute indeed, I've written them down. ?

I think this is the first story by you I've read. I quite liked it, and I wouldn't mind reading a sequel! This is pretty much right up my preference alley.

Chess rattle set and a plush chess set for a playpen sound a bit overboard for Mike to give Izzy (hmm but maybe as a joke?), but a chess-themed onesie/footed sleeper might be up in play? ?

? bab! Oh no not Beth! Heh someone finally caught on ?

*giggles* That would be cute! I know, I made the LCW comment for that reason, I didn't say you were thinking that. I'd be lying through my teeth if I said Stacy wasn't a massive inspiration for Izzy. But I actually lead a remarkably similar life to Stacy. All the hacking, dolphin-loving, coding, being a college student... short of being a girl and going to the other dimension I'm basically Stacy. So when I bsaed a large part of Izzy (and Mike, too) on my own life... well it's similar to basing on Stacy. I remember reading Exchanged for the first time and stopping literally every 5 minutes going "holy crap has@BabySofia been writing about me?!" ? Thanks! I highly encourage you check out the link to the chess game at the end of the previous chapter, it'll help make a lot more sense ?