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Chapter 27: Announcement Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess I happily played with my toys in the playpen whilst Mr Malcolm and Miss Claire watched over me. Occasionally Miss Claire would walk over and try to play with me, buh she didn’t quite understand what I was trying to do with the blocks that had been given to me. Maybe I was a little disappointed with the choices of toys I had to play with here. At home I have like a bajillion toys in my playpen… whereas here I was given a colouring book with only three colours, and some blocks. I had asked Mr Malcolm why there aren’t more toys, and he said somefing about “You won’t be like this much longer, hopefully.” I have no idea what he was on about, but at least they gave me some blocks. I like blocks! You can make a castle, or try to make a really tall tower, or you can try and spell fings… if you’re big enough. I can’t even spell my own name so I leave it to the grown ups to have that kind of fun with the blocks. Me… I’m a tall tower baby! I love having a tall tower… only to watch it fall. Then rebuild something better from the rubble. It’s much better trying to make somefing good from rubbish. “How much longer are they going to be?” Mr Malcolm asked Miss Claire. He sounded super impatient, much like me whenever Mama says I have to be a good girl and wait. He must really understand just how hard it is to wait! “You heard them, it could take days.” She replied. “I know, but I hate seeing her like this.” “At least Char won’t be waking up anytime soon with all the drugs they’re pushing into her.” “Probably for the best. If we manage to fix her… she’d be mortified seeing what she’s done to her wife. And if we let her roam free as she is now… she could make everything worse. Plus like Eve said, gotta wean the kid off the milk as soon as possible.” Mr Malcolm said to Miss Claire. “I can’t believe we never saw this coming. If we had just gotten to her before she could hypnotise Liv…” “Whoever did this to Charlie… This was a last ditch attempt at getting to Liv. And I swear… when I find the son of a bitch, I’m going to make them pay…” “Mal… calm down. There’s nothing you can do. Plus if you could get your hands on whoever did this… that would just make Liv’s situation worse. She’s already being humiliated online and soon to be in the press… we can’t make it worse for her.” “I know, but it’s just so…” “Infuriating? I know. You’re not the only one who wants to hurt whoever did this to Charlie and Liv. But we need to be sensible.” “I just… I didn’t want to ever have to look after Liv like this again. I didn’t want to see her like this… all innocent and vulnerable.” Mr Malcolm said, sighing and staring at me whilst I continued building my tower. “Even like this, she’s the strongest person we know. She’ll get through this.” Miss Claire replied. “Yeah, with a boatload of therapy.” “I just hope we can fix Charlie. Because if we can’t…” “That would crush Liv. I don’t know if there would be any fight left in her if she loses Charlie completely.” “Then we do our job and let our friends do theirs to try and fix our friends. I know it’s hard seeing Liv and Charlie like this, but she needs protecting and looking after. And that’s our job.” “You’re…” Miss Claire cut him off before he could say anything. “On nappy changing duty, I know. I wouldn’t let you anyway, you’re terrible at putting them on.” “Hey… I’ve only had to do it once or twice in my life.” “And I swear… you’re going to be doing it a lot more.” There was an awkward pause in the room and everything went eerily silent. “Huh?” Mr Malcolm sounded confused and quickly looked back at Miss Claire. Miss Claire looked down at her tummy and placed her hands on it. Mr Malcolm’s mouth opened in shock. “Wait… no…” “I was hoping to tell you… but… then all this happened…” Miss Claire shrugged. “When did you…?” Mr Malcolm’s face lit up like it was Christmas! “A couple of days ago. Took a test and… yeah… I guess we’re one of the fortunate ones.” Mr Malcolm jumped up off his seat and grabbed Miss Claire, squeezing her tightly and swinging her around. “Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was going to… then all this happened. I figured now wasn’t the best time to talk about little ones…” Miss Claire looked guilty all of a sudden. “Understandable. But I’m glad we’ve got some good news! Have you told anyone else?” “Not yet. I figured we’d wait until all this is over and we’ve got our friends back to normal before we announce it.” “Claire… I can’t believe it! You’re pregnant! I’m going to be a dad!” Mr Malcolm cheered. ‘Pregnant? Is Miss Claire going to have a baby like me?’ I thought to myself, finally realising what they were talking about. So I looked at them both and clapped my hands excitedly. “See, even Liv is happy for us!” Miss Claire turned and smiled at me. “She’ll be even happier when she’s back to her normal self. She’ll be ‘Auntie Olivia’.” “I think she’ll love being called Auntie Olivia. She won’t love it when our kid ends up taller than her at a very early age though...” “As long as we raise them to accept littles like we do, I don’t think we’ll have a problem, outside of the occasional teasing between the two of them.” “Right, it’s getting late. Why don’t you go grab us some food, I’ll stay here with sleeping beauty and little Livie. Then you can take the first watch whilst I get some sleep.” Miss Claire said, pointing at the door. “Fine. I guess I’ll have to get used to changing nappies anyway.” Mr Malcolm grinned at Miss Claire, before planting a kiss on her cheek and walking out of the room. Miss Claire walked over to the playpen and knelt down beside it, perching herself on the top and looking in at me. “You okay in there, Livie?” She asked. “Uh huh!” I replied, smiling up at her. “We’re going to get you and your Mummy all better, got that?” “Uh huh!” “Then you can celebrate with us properly.” “You gon haf baby wike me?” “Not like you, sweetie, but yes. They’ll be an Amazon baby, so they’re going to grow up much taller than you. It’s not very common these days, with the birth rate falling so drastically… but it seems like we’ve been blessed. So you, when you get to grow up again, you’ll be an Auntie! Aren’t you excited?” “I… Auntie?” “Yes, sweetie! But for now, you focus on your tower. You’re really good at it.” “Yoo gon be a good Mummy.” I said, smiling up at her before turning my attention to the tower again. Miss Claire smiled at me, but with a hint of sadness, she sighed. “I hope so, kiddo… I hope so.” My eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the light as my vision slowly returned to me. And to my surprise… I found myself surrounded by blurry silhouettes. Jumping up into a sitting position, I threw my arms forward, in preparation, in case I needed to defend myself. “Liv?” Someone asked. “Uhh… what?” I replied. “Liv, is that you?” Another voice was asking this time. “Of course it is…” “What is your wife’s name?” “C… Charlotte… why?” “Thank god, she’s back to normal.” “Normal? What?” I replied to the mysterious, but familiar voice. I stared at the blurred individual until my vision cleared up and I could see… Eve! ‘Wait… Eve?’ “Gave us quite the scare there, kiddo…” Malcolm said, standing in the background of my group of friends. Everyone was here! Eve, Malcolm, Claire, Zoey, Sarah… even… wait… is that Faith? “Faith?” I called out. Faith lunged forward and wrapped her arms around me. “Missed you, sis!” She yelled, squeezing as tightly as possible. “Missed you too… but what are you doing here?” That’s when Faith pulled back, confused. “Wait… do you not remember?” She asked. “Remember what? The last thing I remember…” The video. Charlie being under some form of hypnosis. Everything from before the video flooded back to me. SHIT! “CHARLIE? IS SHE OKAY?” I blurted out in a panic. The group parted so I could see my wife in a hospital bed… unconscious by the looks of it. “What happened to her? Is she okay?” My heart was racing and I was panicking. Thankfully, Eve knelt down and put her hands on my shoulders to reassure me. “Sweetie… She's okay. She was affected by some form of hypnosis, causing her maternal urges to increase exponentially. Which led to her regressing you and using the brute force hypnosis on you.” She explained, calmly. “The… brute force? I thought that couldn’t be fixed yet?” “It can’t, but your nanites make you special. If you didn’t have them, you’d be in a similar state to Amber. It’s a miracle you weren’t even regressed that far back in the first place. We used the safeword but it only fixed your speech issues, it didn’t reverse the regression, that’s when we called Faith. I needed an expert on your nanites, and no one knows them like their creator. She created a patch which will keep you safe from any more hypnosis.” “Anything currently available, anyway…” Faith added. “Not helping…” Malcolm jabbed at her. “Shush you! I don’t see you with an expertise in nanites and brain chemistry.” Faith snapped back at him. “You can’t even change her nappies very well, I mean look at them! A dog could have done a better job!” She pointed at the droopy nappy between my legs that I must admit… wasn’t his best work. “No arguing, please…” I said, interrupting their little friendly spat. “Plus he’s gonna get better at it… he’ll need to.” Malcolm and Claire looked at me in shock. “Wait… why did I say that?” I responded. “Liv… do you remember our conversation from a couple of days ago?” Claire asked, crossing her arms, looking at me with suspicion. “What conversation? You mean… the… OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY, I DIDN’T MEAN TO ANNOUNCE IT LIKE THAT!” I had remembered everything. It was like a distant memory, stored somewhere in my brain, but it was there. I remembered Charlie babying me, I remembered being rescued by my friends, I remembered Charlie being taken with us… and I remember Claire telling Malcolm she’s pregnant. “Wait… announcement?” Zoey turned to Claire and Malcolm, who looked everywhere but towards the group, hoping the attention would just… disappear. “I assume by you saying he needs to get better… Claire is pregnant?” Eve said, crossing her arms. “I… yeah.” Claire replied. It was at this point that Claire looked like a guilty teenager, looking at the floor, sighing. “OH MY GOD! CONGRATS!” Sarah shouted, running at the couple and wrapping her arms around their legs. Zoey quickly followed suit as the couple swamped our Amazon friends. Even Faith got in on the group hug. I stayed in the playpen, wet nappy around my waist, sat on what is most likely a very messy backside, smiling at the pair, but feeling bad that I spoiled their surprise. Eve just looked at the embarrassed couple before clearing her throat, making everyone stop and pay attention. “Look, congratulations are in order, and believe me, we will properly celebrate this. It’s not often Amazon’s get lucky enough to get pregnant. But right now, we need to finish bringing Liv back to the present.” Eve said, sternly. “But I remember…” I replied. “I know sweetie, but we need to tell you something…” “Tell me what?” I asked with a furrowed brow. Faith then walked over to the playpen and held out her hand through the bars, grabbing mine and squeezing it. “Charlie… well she had been subjected to tech that hasn’t really been tested much before. She was hypnotised and so…” “And so, what?” I asked, my hands trembling in fear at what Faith was about to tell me. “And so I tried my best to fix her…” “You’re talking to me like she’s… like she’s… dead…” “NO! Thank god no… but Liv… the nanites I gave her during our time together couldn’t handle the hypnosis used on her for some reason, but if she hadn’t had them… it would have been a lot worse for her. Whilst I did manage to remove the hypnosis from her thanks to my nanites in her system… she’s in a coma.” “She what?” I said, scrambling to my feet, finding it weird to walk for the first time in days, or however long it had been. “Careful!” Eve said, quickly bending down and picking me up. She knew just what I needed, so she carried me over to my sleeping wife, and sat me beside her. “Is she… is she going to be alright?” “We’re not sure.” Eve answered. “We don’t even know when… or even if she’ll wake up.” I had felt rage before. My wedding day was one of those occasions. But this… seeing my unconscious wife just laying there… and being unable to do anything… I couldn’t hold it all in. I had to let some of it out for my own sake. “FUUUUUUUCK!” I screamed, tears flowing down my face. Eve wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me tightly, quickly followed by Faith doing the same thing. “I promise you, we’ll do everything we can to get her back to you.” Eve whispered to me. “Yeah, I’ll stay here as long as I need to.” “But what about…” I asked. “Morgan? Oh she’s away, busy building our workshop. She understood that I needed to come, and figured she’d only be in the way here.” “So you… so you found a place? A home?” I said, in between sobs. “I did! And I’ll tell you all about it another time. Just… you stay here with your wife for now. There’s a few things going on that you’ll need to know about soon, but for now… just be with her.” Everyone else had left the room to give me some time alone with my wife. I didn’t know what to say to Charlie, or if she could even hear me, but I made sure to tell her how much I loved her and how I understood it wasn’t her who did those things to me, it was the hypnosis. No doubt when she wakes up she’s going to feel guilty anyway, but I wanted to lessen the guilt if I could. Time just had no meaning whilst my wife was out of it like this. I didn’t care about anything else, I just wanted my wife back. I probably needed another change, probably even some food, but I didn’t care. Thankfully, Malcolm knocked and let himself in. “Look, it’s late. You’ve been in this room, regressed, for a few days now. Only subsisting on baby food and whatever mush we could get you to eat whilst we slowly weaned you off breast milk. How about you come down to…” “I’m not leaving.” I snapped back at him, without meaning to. “How about I bring you something then? I think there’s some pasta left in the dining hall.” “Left? Wait, what time is it?” “About two in the morning. I can get something warmed up for you if you want?” My tummy rumbled and I realised just how hungry I really was. “...Please.” “Okay then, I’ll go get that for you. Just… try to get some sleep after it, okay? You can sleep with Charlie if you want, but you need to sleep.” He said, giving me that stern ‘adult’ voice he likes to pull whenever he tries to get me to do things I don’t want to. “Fine.” Malcolm smiled at me and turned to leave. “Mal?” I called out, stopping him in his tracks. “Yeah, Liv?” “Thanks. For saving me. For saving her.” “Anytime hun.” “How did you even know what was up?” “I… hate to say it, but we didn’t. So we all feel pretty bad right now. Sorry for being a shitty friend.” “You’re not a shitty friend. But wait, if you didn’t know something was up, how did you find out? Social media? I assume it’s pretty bad for me right now on there?” “It’s… look, we’ll discuss that tomorrow, but no, it wasn’t social media that tipped us off.” “What was it then?” I asked, feeling more confused than ever. “You’re never going to believe this… but it… it was Madison.” ======================================================= I knew people would be anxious and hate this arc, so I kept it short :3 Because despite my very mean cliffhangers... I'm very lovely :3 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! 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Chapter 26: Gumdrop Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess As I listened to people talking in the hallway, at the front door, I sat in my playpen in the living room, happily playing with my toys. They were talking a lot out there, which was weird if they were here to see me, as I’m in here! But then Mummy said it was probably all our new fun stuff that is arriving, as well as my playdate! So why isn’t she just letting them in? I squirmed about on the floor, my padded butt squishing as it moved back and forth. I couldn’t remember going, but I was definitely wet now, as it felt soooo good. Which made it hard to focus on the adults talking out there. I think I heard Mummy say ‘She’s at work’, or somefing. Then a bit of arguing back and forth. I don’t like arguments. People shouting makes me upset, and the more they argued, the more I wanted to cry. This continued for a while, before it all became a bit too much for me and I burst out in tears, wailing loudly. “LIV?” I heard a very loud voice ring out, followed by a lot of banging and heavy footsteps. It sounded like… fighting? I couldn’t tell as I was still entirely focused on my crying right now, I was too overloaded and everything was wrong and I just wanted my Mummy! “LIV! Thank god…” A darker skinned man walked in, followed by a couple of other grown ups. The man had his hair pinned up like Mummy does to me sometimes, an he looked very strong! The woman next to him had really red hair and she looked like she could have been an actress; she was so beautiful! And then the third one looked older, but she was like one of those mean Doctors who give you the jabs and stuff, though her face looked kind… she was probably one of the good ones who gives a lollipop afterwards. “Olivia?” The Doctor-lady bent down by the side of the playpen and looked directly at me. I nodded at them. “Well she’s more with it than Amber was… is. I think her nanites lessened the effects on her brain.” She said to the other two. “So does that mean her safeword will…?” Said the redhead. “Let’s see, shall we? Olivia? Gumdrop.” “Gumdrops? I wan gumdrops!” I replied, clapping my hands excitedly. I love sweeties! Wait… when did my words make sense? “Shit.” The strong man said. Mummy says that’s a bad word though! “Maybe it takes time?” The beautiful woman suggested. “Maybe. We need to get her to my hospital.” Doctor-lady said. “What about Charlie?” “What I gave her was enough to knock out even Malcolm. She’ll wake up with a headache, but she should be fine.” “No Doc… I mean what should we do with her?” “Oh… bring her with us, obviously. We have some Amazon-sized rooms available. We need to find out what happened to her and see if we can’t fix whatever it is.” “Dibs on Olivia…” The redhead said, laughing at the guy. “No, I’ll take Olivia. You two grab Charlie.” Doctor-Lady replied, standing up and bending over with her hands out. “I… umm… where’s Mummy?” I asked, feeling scared by these strangers intruding into my home, especially without Mummy here. “She’s feeling really sleepy right now, little Princess. She told us to take you to my building.” She replied, picking me up with no effort and holding me close to her just like Mummy does. “What about Mummy? I don’t wanna be away from her…” “She’s coming with us, don’t worry. You can stay with her the whole time!” “I can? Do I still get sweeties?” “You do!” The Doctor-Lady smiled at me as she carried me out of the living room, quickly covering my eyes for some reason as we got close to the front door. “Malcolm is going to get you some whilst I give you a checkup.” “Do I get a lollipop afterwards?” “Someone loves her sweeties, doesn’t she? Okay. You get gumdrops for being a good girl, then a lollipop for the checkup. Deal?” “Deal!” I replied, giggling, as the Doctor-Lady uncovered my eyes to see Mummy sleeping in the big man’s arms. “Mummy sleepy!” “Yes she is. Don’t worry, she’ll be well rested once your checkup is complete.” The man said, smiling at me. Something about his face made me feel like I could trust him, so I let the nice Doctor-lady take me in the car to wherever they were taking us. I just hope they have clean nappies there, as I feel like I may leak soon… “So Charlie is in room 49. Olivia is going to be with her, otherwise she may become agitated and lash out. Can you set up a playpen and a little’s bed while I get in touch with a colleague?” The Doctor-lady said to another Doctor. Though this other Doctor was… a lot smaller. “Can do. I can’t believe I didn’t cotton on to something being up. I tried texting for our missed appointments… even tried calling. But I figured she would be busy with her job…” The small Doctor said. I swear that small Doctor should be in nappies like me, she looks jus like a baby! “Ellie, it’s okay. None of us saw the signs. Something happened to Charlie and she kept us all in the dark about what was going on.” “Think we can fix them both? You said their special nanites aren’t even working as intended.” Ellie asked. “I’m going to get a blood test done on both of them, I also want a full body scan and an MRI.” “I can arrange all that. You said you needed to get in touch with a colleague? Will they be able to help?” “I hope so. It’s just if I can manage to get in touch with them…” A lot of time passed before I saw the Doctor-Lady again. She gave me a quick checkup, then placed me in a playpen in Mummy’s room, the one where she was sleeping at the moment, and after giving me my sweeties and lollipop… She left. Then over the course of the evening, a bunch of people came in to see Mummy and me. The big strong man came in a few times, I think he was outside most of the time watching over us, like a knight protecting the Princess and Queen. The redhead came in a few times, trying to talk to me, insisting that I was some kind of grown up like dem? But most of what she said sounded like nonsense, so I focused mostly on my toys. The baby Doctor, Ellie, came in a couple of times, buh she looked terrified every time she looked at me. I dun think she likes me. A couple of nurses came in at some point too and took Mummy and me to some big machines that we were placed in one at a time. They also took some blood from the two of us, before bringing us back to our room. A couple of other babies dressed like grown ups came in, insisting they were my friends. I’m not one to turn down friends to play with, so I tried my best to encourage them to come play with me… but they didn’t seem like they were in the playful mood. Then as my tummy started rumbling and the cravings for milk started to kick in, the Doctor walked back in, along with the redhead, the strong man and the baby Doctor. “So… good news is that it isn’t a pathogen. There are also no signs of any nanites in either system, outside of their unique ones. There was nothing in their blood work, so Charlie must not have been exposed to anything biological.” “That was even a possibility?” The redhead asked, looking really worried all of a sudden. “I thought that maybe she had been exposed to something that may have sent her maternal cravings off the charts. It’s a theory I’ve been considering, regarding why so many Amazon women are so baby-crazy. I thought that maybe whoever attacked Charlie, must have sent her cravings off the charts somehow.” “So you’re saying this is an attack? Someone did this to her?” “Mummy was… attacked?” I asked from the playpen as they all turned around and realised they hadn’t been as quiet as they had intended to be. “No sweetie… someone mean did something to her but we’re going to fix it.” The Doctor-lady replied, instantly making me feel more at ease. I didn’t want anything bad to happen to Mummy, and now they can fix her… “So what is it that caused this huge personality change?” The Doctor-lady was about to answer, when the door opened. “Hypnosis.” A new voice came from the doorway. Everyone turned to see another baby-sized person in the doorway. Whoever this was, everyone seemed excited to see as they all rushed over, giving them hugs and saying how good it was to see them. I couldn’t see who it was from here, the grown ups were blocking my view, but eventually the baby-sized person walked through the small group and stopped at the edge of the playpen, before looking down at me with disappointment. She… she looked just like me! “Hey sis. Been a little while.” She whispered down to me. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you back.” “How can an Amazon be…?” The man in the background said, before being cut off. “LIBRA.” The redhead answered, as if she had some big revelation. “Oh shit, yeah… they had the tech. That’s how Madison was…” “We must have a mole somewhere. Leaked the design of our device. Then one of Liv’s political rivals must have used it against her.” “Then Charlie used the brute force hypnosis to get past Liv’s nanite protection.” “I did a bit of research into this brute force hypnosis your people created. Nasty piece of work. No wonder my nanites couldn’t fix it straight away.” The little in front of me said. “As for Charlie… I’ll need a bit of time. I have no idea how hypnosis affects an Amazon’s brain.” “So you can fix them both?” The Doctor-lady asked, sounding hopeful. “Regarding Charlie… I’ll try my best. Liv just needs a new patch, thankfully. I assume before you said the safeword, she couldn’t speak?” The little asked, the one who said she was my sister. “I… umm… we didn’t notice. She was speaking to us… oh! But that was after we had used the safeword.” Doctor-lady replied. “Yeah, I checked the logs, they had attempted to repair the damage done, but could only fix so much. It may take a bit of time, a few days at least, but I think I could create a patch for them that will repair all the damage done to her.” “So she’s stuck…?” “As a regressed little for a while? Sadly… yes.” My sister sighed. “Well in the meantime, I’ll try to wean her off milk, as the blood work suggested that Charlie had stopped taking the pills a while ago, and that Liv had traces of the hormone in her system.” “Eve? Do you still have that system set up for me?” The little asked her. “The research one? Yeah. I’ll show you. Malcolm, can you keep an eye out outside, make sure no one else sees her like this? Claire, can you…?” “Already too late about her being recognised. Word is she’s spreading like wildfire on social media. Your girls are trying to do damage control, turning the public’s target on her attacker, whoever that may be.” Claire replied. “What about LIBRA?” Malcolm asked. “They are aware of it, and are trying to do something, but I’ve been here with you lot, so I’ve only had brief updates from them. Either way… I wouldn’t trust them right now, considering we most likely have a mole. So let the girls work on damage control. Malcolm, can you help me take care of Liv? She can be a bit of a handful, if I remember correctly.” “I… sure. Never thought Liv would end up like this again.” “I did. Your world sucks.” My sister replied, rolling her eyes. “‘Kay, everyone has their jobs. I’ll show Faith up to the research room, Malcolm and Claire look after Olivia. Ellie, can you go help my girls with protecting Olivia’s reputation?” Ellie, the baby Doctor, nodded and walked off first, followed by the Doctor Eve and Faith. Malcolm and Claire remained and waited for the door to close, before sighing. ======================================================= See? I'm not that bad! Also yay, Faith! 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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Why are you so mean? Everyone else just threatens to spank me, you look up cement companies Oh you think this is bad? The cliffhangers in this one are SO bad. Awww Yeah, this may mess with her baby side a bit. But don't worry, I don't like making my readers anxious for too long.

Chapter 25: Brute Force Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess I sat there, my whole body trembling with fear, as I watched Charlie place the disc into the player. If this worked… I’d… I’d be acting just like how I acted with Madison all that time ago. My adult self would be locked away within me as I filled my nappies, giggling and clapping. And there was nothing I could do to stop it. Whatever was going on with Charlie would prevent her from using our safeword, the one that activates the nanites and reverts any changes made, creating an immunity afterwards. Ever since we learned of the immunity, we started exposing me to various hypnosis, then instantly safewording to revert me back and create an immunity. I mean how else could I stand up on stage in front of hundreds, sometimes thousands of people, and give a speech, if I was at risk of some arsehole coming up and showing me a screen and turning me into a drooling, pants-wetting baby? The reason I got up every time was because I had the safety net of my nanites. But this… this was a new form of hypnosis, and we have no idea whether it’ll need immunising against, or if it’ll even work at all. I guess I am about to find out… Charlie grabbed the remote, grabbed me out of the playpen I had been put in, and walked back over to the sofa, placing me down on her lap and snuggling me. If this wasn’t one of my worst nightmares, this cosy time with her would have been perfect. But not when I’m about to have my mind wiped. I mean… would the safeword even work, if someone does manage to come rescue me? “Comfy, baby?” Charlie asked in that sweet, maternal way. I grunted at her to show my lack of approval. It was all I could do with this dummy still in my mouth. She really didn’t want me talking, so the dummy stayed in most of the day, only coming out for feeding times. I guess she’s waiting for me to be regressed so she doesn’t have to deal with a brat. “Need to go poopy, already?” I pouted and crossed my arms. “Such a silly baby!” She said, squeezing me tighter and lifting the remote control. ‘Here we go…’ I thought to myself, before my mind drifted off, to something I wasn’t expecting to think about as a last minute thought before my mind was wiped. ‘I wonder if Madison really did go through what I’m about to. I hope so… to have her mind wiped, changed… changed… wait… she was hypnotised… or was supposed to. LIBRA has the tech to… Someone must have gotten to… when she was out… a mole… must have saved Madison… I…’ That’s when I had my epiphany. About three seconds before the colourful characters on the screen distracted me. And there went my epiphany. Flushed into the back of my nappy. What was I thinking about? I can’t remember. All I remember is being snuggled up with Mummy, watching this fun show with those silly animal people! It’s a lot of fun, and they are soooo silly! Mummy is silly like that. She likes to blow raspberries on my tummy and do silly voices and noises and stuff when she reads bedtime stories to me! I love my Mummy. She’s all I need. I think I may have had big girl thoughts at one point. But I don’t need them. Not like I need Mummy. “You okay, babygirl?” Mummy said, lowering her head and kissing me on the head. I nodded and smiled behind my huuuuuuuuuge dummy, clapping my mittened hands together and wiggling in her lap. Mummy freed one arm and used it to take my dummy out of my mouth. “How are you feeling, sweetpea?” “Blabahabbabhhaba!” I replied, excitedly. “D’awww, there she is! There’s my little one!” See, Mummy understands me! Why would I need silly big girl words when I only need Mummy to understand me. “Who’s my precious little angel?” Mummy asked in that silly voice she only does for me, before lifting my dress up and tickling my tummy slightly, making me squeal and kick my ickle legs. “Baahhabbaa!” I responded, as I giggled away, feeling loved and cared for. “That’s so much better. Now we don’t need this silly dummy as much. We can use a normal one, now we’re not worrying about a silly so-called ‘big girl’ making a fuss.” “Bahhabbbbbabababbbbaba!” I clapped my hands as Mummy pulled her hand away and wrapped her arm around me again. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you never grow up, my sweet little angel. Though hopefully… that program will have ensured that never happens anyway.” Mummy put on a fun movie for us to watch, one about a Mummy and her bratty baby girl, at least she was before her Mummy tamed her. Much like me! …I think. I’m not sure, everything is a bit hazy. I didn’t really care that much for the movie though, I was mostly just happy being in Mummy’s arms, resting my head on her chest. A bunch of time passed and I nearly fell asleep snuggled up to Mummy, so she said it must be nap time. Which made me super sad, as I didn’t wanna nap! I wanted to stay with Mummy! Thankfully, she knew just what I needed, and took her top off, lowering her nursing bra, and quickly nursed me as I lay in her arms. The warm milk, mixed with the gentle humming and the warmth of Mummy’s body… together helped make me even sleepier. As the warm milk flowed into my tummy, the taste sent tingles down my body… I could feel my limbs get heavier and heavier, until I was unable to move. The heavy sensation reached my eyelids as they struggled to stay open. So whilst I looked up at my beautiful Mama… a warmth in my heart reminded me that… that I was better off this way. With Mama. I awoke in my crib, surrounded by all my favouritest stuffies. But no Mama. So after crying to get her attention, I was ecstatic to see her walk into the nursery. What I wasn’t happy about though… was my early bedtime. “Babhahbaha?” I asked, trying to wonder why I had to go back to sleep so soon after waking up. “You were asleep for a long time, it’s already evening, sweetpea. And newborns need lots and lots of sleep.” ‘Newborn? Is… is dat me?’ I thought to myself as Mummy lowered the crib railing and climbed in, resting her back against the other crib wall. “So I’m going to nurse you again, then put you back to sleep. Got to train little newborns like you to sleep lots. So we’re starting tonight.” Mama announced. Normally, I would have cried a bit and tried to argue against such an early bedtime, but Mama knows best. And if she says I’mma newborn an I gotsta sleep lots… that must be it, right? So I smiled up at her as she picked me up and laid me in her arms once again. I mean… I was going to get nursed again, so it can’t be all bad, right? I love nursing from Mama. Mama proceeded to nurse me as I felt sleepy once again, thoughts about being a good girl and obeying circled my mind, all using voices from that show I was watching earlier. And once my tummy was full and I was feeling blissful once again, I drifted off back to sleep, as if someone had flicked a switch off. “Morning Princess!” Mama announced as she walked into the nursery and pulled the curtains open, letting the sunlight invade my sleepy space. I tried to roll over and get back to sleep, but found my body wasn’t very responsive right now, and the sunlight was still blinding me. So I did what came naturally to me… I started crying. “Aww, Princess… I’m sorry. But you need to get up. We’ve got deliveries coming in a couple of hours and I need you fed, dressed and ready. We’ve got a lot of fun and you’ve got a surprise coming. Or should I say… surprise person!” “Bahahbba?” I replied, my crying stopping at the excitement that I was getting a surprise. I love surprises! “When Marianne comes to deliver the things I ordered yesterday, she’s bringing her little one with her. So you’re going to have a little playdate!” Mummy said, sounding super duper excited about it. Which got me feeling super duper excited, as Mummy always knows what is best for me. So it must be good. I don’t remember Miss Marianne’s little one. I remember a boy… he was a bit taller than me… but that’s all I remember. Something about a Nanny or a toy or something? A ball pit? Problem was, every time I remembered a slight memory of this boy, my head hurt. And the more I remembered, the more my head hurt. So after a few stabbing pains in my head, I just stopped trying to think. I mean… who cares, right? I get a playmate to play with! He can help me play with some of the toys that are a bit too big for me. Mummy got me dressed in a cute pair of shortalls and a pink T-shirt that said ‘Mummy’s little Princess’. Because that’s me! I’m Mummy’s little Princess! Which makes Mummy the Queen! Rightfully so too. Cus she’s extra special and amazing and lovely and perfect and I wuv her. That was after a very icky change, as apparently the milk had ‘worked wonders’... whatever dat meant. Then my Queen Mummy carried me down the stairs to the kitchen, where my throne awaited, the one with the tray and the locking straps. I really enjoyed feeding time with Mummy, she made all the plane and train noises when she brought the spoon full of yummy mushy food up to my mouth, which made me giggle a lot! I swear she even missed a few times on purpose, just to make me giggle. And whilst the brown mush looked yucky, it tasted super good! And Mama said because I was such a good girl eating all my food, I got a bottle full of Mummy’s milk as a reward! Though I suspect I was gonna get that either way… cus I’m a Princess. “Right, let's get you set up in front of the TV for when Marianne and Stephen turn up. We can test a few of the surprises I’ve gotten on the two of you. Oh it’s going to be so much fun!” Using a wipe to clean up my mucky face, and calling me a mucky pup in the process, Mama then took my bib off and threw it in the big swirly machine, before unbuckling me from the highchair and lifting me up into the air and bringing me close to her chest. Whilst I enjoyed the silliness and fun of being thrown up into the air, my tummy did not, as it started making funny noises. “Baubashdbabbbbb!” I cried out to Mummy. “What’s up, baby?” Looking up at her beautiful face with wonder, I smiled and reached up, planting a kiss on her cheek and falling back into her arms, happy that I had gotten to do that. “D’aww… my precious baby. I love you too!” Butterflies fluttered around my tummy as I snuggled my face into her shoulder. This… this was the best feeling ever. “Right, little munchkin, let’s get you in your playpen. Mummy has a lot more work to do to edit her book. I can’t believe I was even writing that rubbish in the first place. This new idea is much better. I’m glad my new publishers saw my potential.” “Blhababmmsba!” I babbled as I suckled on my fist, all whilst being carried into the living room and being placed into the playpen. And so I got to work building my tower… or at least I would have… if my arms and legs would behave. Problem is… they weren’t responding very well. It was like dis morning, when I could barely move. It feels as if all the strength in them has been sapped away. Which is very silly, but I guess I don’t really have any need for it. Mama does everything for me anyway and these blocks are a bit too big for me. Instead, I’ll play with the silly phone and stuff. Oh and the one that spins and makes animal noises! I like it when it goes moo! So whilst I played happily in the playpen, Mama got to work with her computery thingy on her lap and put some cartoons on the TV for me, which distracted me a lot. After another of the episodes finished, and after I had exhausted the fun of the animal noise machine, a ringing noise came from the doorway. “Oh, that’ll be the delivery and your playdate!” Mama said, putting her computer to the side and getting up off the sofa, walking off towards the hallway. I was super excited about having someone to play with. Maybe he can lift the blocks for me instead! That’s when I heard a familiar voice. One I swear I had heard before. Problem was… I couldn’t remember whose voice it was. Or whether it was a good voice… or a bad one… “Hi Charlotte. I’m here to see Olivia.” ======================================================= *sets up a deck chair and grabs some popcorn and waits for the yelling* 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!) 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Chapter 24: Captor Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess The face of that Amazon, the one that took me all that time ago, made my blood boil. She… she should be rotting in prison, or in a crib. After her little stunt at the wedding, Chris was going to hypnotise her with that new tech of theirs and make her just like a regressed little, giving her to a family to be rehabilitated. Apparently that was going well, and it really must have if she’s wandering the store on her own right now, looking just like any other Amazon adult. She wore a smart suit, one that… and I hate to say… really showed off her features. She looked… good. And I felt disgusting for even thinking that of my sworn enemy. I mean come on… she kidnapped me, regressed me, then crashed our wedding and hypnotised me! I shouldn’t be complimenting her, even if it’s just in my own thoughts. ‘No Liv… she’s a monster. That’s all you need to focus on.’ I had no idea how she had gotten free, or how she was even an adult. Was she ever even regressed? But no matter what, her wandering freely whilst I was trapped in this infantile prison at the back of the store was the ultimate insult. It should be the other way round… I watched as she wandered up and down the aisles, looking at each product. And every time she stopped to look closely at a product, she’d bring out her phone and start typing on it, before placing the product down and carrying on. As if she was… no… she couldn’t have adopted a little already, could she? Is she seriously wandering about this store, shopping for her regressed little? Did she learn nothing from her experience with her new parents? I felt my fists clench as much as they could with these thick padded mittens on, and the rage inside me was about to burst. That’s when she turned… and saw me. My heart started pounding, wondering what she was going to say or do with me in this predicament. Because despite the wig… she clearly recognised me. I needed to get Charlie’s attention, even if she’s not my Charlie right now. Evil Charlie is bad… but pissed off, vengeful Madison is much worse. However, with the crawler nappy taped around my lower half, the thick booties on my feet and the thick mittens on my hands… there was no way I was able to bang on anything or get out of the playpen and get over to Charlie. And with the dummy gag still blocking my speech… there was no calling for help either. Madison’s eyes widened as it was now clear she definitely recognised me, then she grinned, and put her phone back into her suit jacket pocket, walking slowly over to the glass separating the two of us. Stopping just in front of the class, she peered in and kept her focus on me… staring me right in the eyes as she pulled out her phone and typed something on it. Then to my ultimate humiliation… She pulled up her phone so the camera was facing me and took a picture. The click the phone made, the one that imitates a camera shutter, must have made more of a sound then she’d expected as she frantically went to put her phone away whilst turning on the spot and speed-walking down the aisle, away from me and towards the entrance. ‘If she leaks that photo to the press… I’m done for…’ A few seconds later, a confused Charlie walked back in front of the glass, followed by a shopping trolley being pushed by Marianne. “Huh? Was someone here? I thought I heard…” Charlie said, looking around the empty store. “I didn’t see anyone.” Marianne replied. “Are you okay, babygirl?” Charlie asked me. She didn’t even wait for a reply or a shrug or anything from me before turning to Marianne. “Well I think we’ve got enough fun toys today. I may be back on my own when I’ve found a babysitter for little Livie here so I can pick up a few more surprises.” “I’ll get these scanned, if you’d like to come pay for them? Then we’ll deliver them tomorrow.” “Tomorrow? Why tomorrow? Why can’t I pay for delivery today? We had that before…” Charlie replied, sounding just like one of those entitled Amazon mother’s who expects everyone to work around them. “Our delivery driver is off sick today, sorry. Best I can do is tomorrow, and that’s only because I’ll be able to deliver them personally.” “Oh you’d do that?” “I love littles being spoiled and treated properly. It would be my honour…” Marianne replied. ‘Suck up. You just want a big tip. And most likely to see me suffer. I’m onto you now, Marianne…’ Charlie paid for everything, and as Marianne went to put Charlie’s purchases in the back for delivery tomorrow, my wife wandered back over to the playroom, walking past the glass wall without even looking at me. Just like a robot, she walked in, picked me up, then placed me in the stroller, strapping me in tightly, before pushing me back out of the playroom. “Wave bye bye to Auntie Marianne…” Charlie ordered. I raised my arm and waved awkwardly, not wanting to piss off either Amazon right now, my cheeks burning with shame as I was pushed out of the store. “See you tomorrow then, Charlotte!” Marianne called out. “See you tomorrow. Don’t forget, bring Stephen!” ‘Wait… Stephen? Oh fuck… don’t tell me she’s arranged a ‘playdate’ with that betweener twerp. I already can’t stand him, and now his mind is mush… I’m going to have that to deal with now too. Great.’ We made our way back through the shopping centre, and as every Amazon walked past with a huge grin on their face, my embarrassment grew. It would only take one person to recognise me for my life to be over as it is. I’d be deemed immature, my marriage would be annulled, and… wait… my marriage is pretty much over anyway, if I don’t get my Charlie back. But even if no one recognises me… this is so humiliating, to be dressed so babyish, strapped into a stroller, just like any other regressed little. The random Amazon shoppers around us genuinely didn’t see the MP that represents them… they just saw another baby. “I think it’s time for lunch.” Charlie announced, turning the stroller suddenly, towards a different part of the shopping centre. “Mmmmph?” I cried out, but not loud enough that anyone nearby could hear me. Right now I want as little attention as possible. Charlie turned into one of the hallways full of shops, and this felt… familiar. This was on the way to… no… please no… Pulling up outside the little cafe we had had our first ‘date’ at, Charlie waved over the familiar waitress, the one who had tried to trick me with spiked cake. I never forget a face, especially one who tries to destroy my life like she did. At first the waitress didn’t recognise me. But then she saw Charlie and must have remembered her face as she walked over to us, before quickly realising that the infantilised little next to her must be… well… me. “Oh my god… is that…?” The waitress asked, pointing at me. “My little bundle of joy? Yes! It is!” Charlie replied. “So a table for one and a little?” “Please.” As the waitress walked Charlie towards a table in the back, with my wife pushing me in the stroller in front of her, the young girl turned and smiled down at me. “Here you go.” She said, showing us the table and quickly dashing off to the side to get a menu, before returning with one menu and putting it in front of Charlie’s seat at the little wooden cafe table. “So… Miss Williams…” ‘So she knows who she is exactly now… great…’ I thought to myself, rolling my eyes as Charlie lifted me up into a highchair that the waitress had quickly grabbed for us from the side of the cafe. “Yes?” “So the first time we met… was that all a ruse? I gave her the free cake to try and…” “I’m sorry for that hun, I didn’t want to ruin my plans for this cutie.” Charlie replied. “I understand! Don’t worry! It was a brilliant move, you’ve bagged yourself a lil cutie!” The waitress said as she pinched my cheeks. Charlie looked through the menu before grinning. “Can I get a coffee? And can my little angel… get a slice of cake?” Charlie said, winking as she said that last word. I mean come on, she didn’t have to wink. It was pretty fucking obvious what the plan here was. I’d be fed the tainted cake, which will no doubt ruin my control for a while… or even permanently. She didn’t need to wink! “I think I can manage that. Can… Can I get a picture first? I want a photo of our famous MP…” The waitress grinned, pulling out her phone. ‘Ha! As if Charlie, even evil Charlie, would let…’ “Sure!” Charlie said, making my heart stop. “Can I post this on social media?” “Of course!” The sense of dread within my chest grew and I started shaking with fear. It was one thing being stuck with an evil version of my wife, one who apparently wants to wipe my mind. But I think a tiny part of me was hopeful that my friends would notice something was up when they couldn’t get in touch with me or I missed an appointment with Ellie. But this… this would be posted on social media, and within an hour… my life would be over. Holding the phone out with the camera app open, the waitress positioned herself in front of me and did the peace sign with my face clearly in shot, huge dummy still in my mouth. And as she took the photo… I felt… disgusting. Seeing the picture of me on the screen in this infantilised state… I… no, this was wrong. I needed to escape. I couldn’t rely on my friends right now, and I had to stop this girl from posting on social… Before I realised, she had already uploaded it to the internet and my fury dissipated in an instant, replaced by an empty feeling in my chest. One of hopelessness. “Thanks!” The chipper girl said to Charlie, before pocketing her phone and standing up straight. “I’ll get you your order. It’s on me!” “You’re so sweet, thank you!” “If you ever need a babysitter…” “I’ll be sure to get your number before we leave, don’t worry.” Charlie said, nodding at the girl. The rest of lunch was mostly me dreading what was going on on the internet and how my life will probably be ruined by the time I get home. Well, that and Charlie shoving tainted chocolate cake into my mouth, cooing and babying me every chance she got. After lunch, Charlie got the number from the waitress, strapped me into the stroller, and walked out, waving happily at the girl who had probably ruined my job, my life, little’s rights… everything. My wife said there was nothing else for us to do here today, so we headed back to the car, I was strapped in my car seat once again, the strap pressing against my ridiculously thick nappy, and off we went home. And the whole time… I wondered who would ruin my life first. My archnemesis… Madison… or the stupid bubbly young waitress who probably had a few thousand followers on her social media. That thought occupied my mind the whole journey back. Which wasn’t good for my anxiety, but it was a good distraction from the gurgling coming from my stomach, no doubt the intended effect from the chocolate cake I had been forced to eat earlier. Pulling up at our front gate… I saw no photographers. No journalists. So word hadn’t spread… yet. But I’m sure it wouldn’t take long. Give it til morning and I’ll be the talk of every news outlet… my infantilised image plastered on every website and newspaper in the country. “Let's get you in, snuggled up with Mummy on the sofa, and we can try some of this new hypnosis on you…” Charlie said as she parked the car and turned the engine off. Part of me was hoping my nanites would instantly protect me, like they do when I encounter any other hypnosis. But they had developed that defence due to exposure and most importantly… the safe word. If this new form of hypnosis was actually effective… I’d need the safeword to revert the damage. That’s if it even works on this. This ‘brute force’ hypnosis demolishes the brain, leaving an empty, babyish husk of the person. I had seen it with Amber… and it scared the shit out of me. Talking of… “First I think my Princess needs a change. 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Chapter 23: Shopping Trip Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess “Don’t you look so cute in your widdle stroller!” Charlie announced as she strapped me in tightly, all after a humiliating car ride. She had unbuckled me from the car seat and placed me into the stroller, carefully strapping me in, making sure the middle strap pressed against my enormously thick nappy. It had been so long since we used this outside. Well… since… before everything, back when we were still dating I think! We had used it a few times at home, or around the garden, usually when I was feeling especially babyish, but mostly this thing was gathering dust in the hallway closet. Until today that is… on our trip to… the shopping centre. I think it had been even longer since I was last here, as we got everything delivered to our house these days. Charlie knew the risks for littles out in the world, so she was especially careful to keep me out of harm's way. But whatever was going on with Charlie threw all that safety and caution out the fucking window as I looked up at the huge building, dread building up in my chest as Charlie hung the changing bag on the back of the stroller and took the brake off. “Off we go!” “Where shall we go first?” She talked down to me, knowing full well that I couldn’t reply with the huge dummy gag in my mouth. “Mmmmph…” I mumbled, trying to squirm and free myself from the stroller. Sadly there was no way I was getting out of this without her help. “We could go see Dorothy at Little Clothing Co? Though maybe that’s not the best idea… and I supposed we have enough clothes for you. But oooh! We could go to Tot’s Nursery and see Marianne and baby Stephen! Would you like that?” I kicked and screamed as much as I could, but Amazon’s are cruel, heartless bastards when they want to be, and they designed all this stuff to prevent us fighting back. So all I could do was squirm and mumble a bit as Charlie pushed me up towards the elevator, the one that would take us right to Tot’s… “Hi, can I help… wait, Charlie?” Marianne said, upon realising just who her latest customer really was. “Hi Marianne. How are you?” Charlie replied. “I’m great, thank you! It’s been a while! How are… wait… is that Olivia?” “It sure is!” Charlie said, happily. “But isn’t she… isn’t this bad for her…” “The wig prevents people from recognising her.” “Then maybe you should have put one on too, hun… people know who you are now too…” Marianne said, making a very good point. “Ah… I’m sure it’s okay…” Charlie brushed it off, as if she didn’t care either way. “Well okay… but umm… can I ask why she’s like this? In public?” Marianne asked. “She needs a bit of baby time after her little outburst at work.” “Ah… yeah, I saw that… It wasn’t a great look, I will admit. But hey, she looks absolutely precious, so no complaints from me!” Marianne smiled at my wife. “So, what can I help you with today?” “Looking for some… restrictive items.” “Restrictive… items? But… I thought…” “Just for a bit of research.” Charlie said, lying out of her arse. “So we both get an idea of what we’re up against and how it feels for the littles.” “Oh… okay…” Marianne replied, not sure about the explanation. But she probably didn’t care, she wasn’t exactly the biggest ally of littles… and Charlie was about to give her a massive sales bonus… so Marianne’s morals were neatly packed away into a box and shoved deep inside her heart where she can happily pretend they don’t exist. “So what kind of things? A cute hug jacket? Spiked booties? We have a bunch of things that Little Clothing Co don’t stock anymore, thanks to their insistence on pushing the ‘free littles’ thing…” “Why don’t you show me a few things? No limit on how extreme they are…” Charlie replied, making my heart stop for a second. This confirmed it. This was not my Charlie. Doppelganger or whatever… this wasn’t the woman I married. There is no universe in which… ugh who am I kidding, there probably is a universe in which there are evil versions of us, we just haven’t met them yet. Maybe this is an alternate universe evil Charlie and she’s replacing mine? No… that’s stupid… or… is it? Before I could delve deeper into that rabbit hole, the stroller was jolted forward, bringing me out of my thoughts, and pushed down an aisle labelled ‘Punishments’. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the various punishment items on display on the shelves down this aisle, each one sending shivers down my spine. From feeding tubes and other kinds of tubes that… no, I’m not even going to explain… also spanking implements, restrictive clothing with spikes and locks and various other torturous accessories, enema kits, cruel sex toys… honestly it just got worse and worse as we wandered slowly down the aisle, our own personal store guide explaining how each thing worked with the enthusiasm of a typical sales clerk. Charlie would pick up the occasional thing, maybe even ‘test’ it by playing out the scenario in her head whilst holding it, even wrapping a collar around my neck without locking it at one point to test it’s fit. And with each one that she picked up… she happily put it in the trolley that Marianne was pushing for her. “How about some hypnosis?” Marianne suggested, stopping my heart in an instant. My nanites protected me, but for her to even suggest… Sadly that wasn’t the worst of it though, as Charlie replied with something that broke my heart completely. “I’d love to… but it won’t work on my little Princess. She’s resistant to it.” “Really? That’s fascinating… how about the… umm…” “The what?” Charlie asked, curious about what Marianne was hinting at. “You’ve heard of this new stuff, right?” Marianne whispered. “Oh the stuff that completely melts a little’s mind?” “Yeah. We don’t advertise it or stock it on the shelves, due to the backlash recently regarding forcibly adopting littles. I guess that’s all thanks to… your book… and this little one here…” “Yeah, sorry about that.” Charlie said… actually apologising to this creepy fuck for making little’s lives slightly better… I needed to know what had happened to my Charlie and who this imposter is… because this was scary and I needed my Charlie back. And Marianne… I thought she was better than this! But then we haven’t spoken to her in forever, probably since the wedding. Charlie has been busy with her book, I’ve been busy with getting elected and being an MP, and honestly we weren’t even close to Marianne either, we were much closer to Dorothy… …Dorothy… If I could get over to Little Clothing Co, Dorothy will be there! She’ll be able to help! Filled with a surge of adrenaline, I finally had hope of escape! All I had to figure out was how to get away from Charlie… all the way over to Little Clothing Co… despite all this restrictive clothing… As I thought about all the different steps I’d need to take just to get to Dorothy at her store… I started losing that sudden hope and determination. I’d still try… but I wasn’t going to get my hopes up now. I’d have to wait for a miracle to happen in order to do something, but at least I had something to watch out for now, some small glimmer of hope to escape from my wife. Escape my wife. I never thought I’d have to do that. Or even think about it. “It’s okay. This new hypnosis works wonders! I used it on Stephen a while back, it even works on betweeners like him!” Marianne said with a cruelty in her voice. “Really? That’s impressive. What’s he like now?” “He’s Mummy’s little precious baby boy now. But much better behaved. I tried so hard to train him to be a better person, even a better baby… but there was no snuffing out that fiery temper of his. So I used the hypnosis and it turned him into my precious angel, willing to do anything for Mummy. There’s nothing left of his old self now, he’s just this little angel, empty headed and thickly padded.” “That sounds perfect. My little one could do with a bit of that.” My whole body froze in fear. “She’s been rather bratty on TV, I’ve noticed.” Marianne commented. “Too bratty. That’s why I think she’s better off like her friend, Amber.” Replied Charlie. Right… I needed to escape. Now. Whoever this Charlie is… is not my Charlie… and this Charlie was now threatening my life. So I needed to wait for any opportunity to escape. Even if I have to crawl my damn way to Dorothy’s store, I’ll do it. “Oh did she…?” Marianne trailed off. “Yeah, mind wiped. Now she’s a drooling little pamper packer for her Mummy, my old friend.” “I bet she’s happier now she doesn’t have to worry about anything ever again…” My blood boiled at the way this supposed ‘friend’ was talking about Amber… about how I should be treated… Remind me not to send a Christmas card this year. Though at this rate… I’ll be writing them in crayon, and I’ll be lucky if I’ll be able to even do that. “Yeah, she’s much happier. No bills, no job, no nothing. Just a happy, giggly little baby.” “I like this side of you, Charlotte…” Marianne said with a cruel smile. “Where did this come from? I thought you were all for little’s rights and all that rubbish…” “Nah, just pretended to be. Been waiting for my opportunity. Anyway, what hypnosis do you have?” “If it doesn’t work, just bring it back for a refund. Anyway, follow me into the back, why don’t we put little Olivia into the play area like last time. We got rid of that faulty robot, it’s just a basic playpen now.” “Is that where Stephen is?” “Oh no, he’s with a babysitter right now, so Olivia will have the play area all to herself!” “That’s a great idea then. Means I can grab a few things around the store without her knowing. I know my baby looooves surprises!” Charlie said, grinning down at me as she followed Marianne over to the big glass-walled room at the back. This play area brought back memories. Mostly bad ones. I’d only been here once, that time I tricked Stephen into attacking me and I swore a lot so that the nanny robot would punish him long enough for me to get away. Now the creepy robot was gone, but I was still in this brightly coloured playpen, sitting on the floor, feeling miserable, unable to even occupy my mind by playing with toys… because Charlie hadn’t removed the thick mittens from my hands. So whilst Charlie was off adding god-knows-what to our cart… I was sitting here, looking around, unable to move or fight or talk or anything. No other littles were in here at the moment, and the store outside the glass walls was mostly empty. Honestly… the shopping centre was mostly empty, but that was to be expected as it was during working hours midweek. But still… I was expecting more people about. What I wasn’t expecting, as I people-watched through the glass wall, the only thing I could actually do in this childish prison… was what, or should I say who, walked in. She wandered the aisles on the opposite side of the store, looking up and down the shelves, inspecting every little item they stocked. Just casually taking her time, without a care in the world. I swear… she should be in a crib somewhere, sucking on a dummy… most likely in the same way Amber is and I’m going to soon be in… not wandering about like nothing has happened. But as I watched her closely… I saw a look of… disgust? Was that seriously a look of disgust on her face? That face that caused me so much pain… so much heartache… Climbing to my knees to get a better look, at least as best as I could with these thick booties and mittens on… my initial thoughts were confirmed. It was disgust. Was she… was she… actually disgusted by these items? These same items she used against me all that time ago? Had Madison… actually been rehabilitated? ======================================================= My cliffhangers are on point with this story. I'm getting a steady amount of spanking threats, and that's how I judge whether or not I'm doing my job well If you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! 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Chapter 22: Dress Up Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess I remembered this show. This show was the cause of that obsession with my dummy and the oral fixation, thanks to her friend forcing it on me that first time that I met… Amber. Amber… She is in a much worse state than I am right now, making what I’m going through feel like a spa vacation in comparison… But maybe if someone, somehow, manages to rescue me and fix whatever is happening to Charlie… Maybe I can make it out of this without much damage. Maybe just the addiction to Amazon milk and all the side effects of that… At least I won’t be as bad as Amber. I’m just fortunate to have the nanites Faith made for me, otherwise I’d probably be in a very similar position right now. And as I sat there, watching the colourful characters and silly antics on the TV screen, I really started to appreciate how fortunate I’ve been. Because no doubt, by the ‘storyline’ that was being played, that this show has hypnotic triggers to make littles act more babyish and to love their ‘parents’. Bunch of Amazonian propaganda, forced into the minds of littles, turning them into obedient little slaves who worship and adore their captors, draining their brains in the process. Thankfully, it was doing nothing to me and my mind stayed intact. The only thing being drained was my patience. “Why aren’t you clapping along with the show?” Charlie asked. ‘Surely… no… But… she knows about the nanites, she knows I’m immune to hypnosis now. So why… wait… is she seriously expecting me to actually play the part, despite the hypnosis not working?’ I thought to myself, as I looked up at Charlie’s irate expression. “...Clap.” She said, sounding more sinister than I even thought was possible from Charlie. Not wanting to piss her off more, I started clapping along with the song that was currently playing, shaking in fear as I tried my best not to fuck it up. I didn’t want to piss her off, whatever is happening to her has… has changed her. The old Charlie I knew isn’t capable of hurting anyone, unless they threatened me of course, this Charlie though… I wasn’t sure what this version of her was capable of. So as I clapped along, trying to time my claps to the beat of the song, I managed to settle into a bit of a rhythm, which seemed to please Charlie as she sat back on the sofa and began to type on her laptop. My tempo was broken by the sudden alert from my phone. ‘A text! My phone is nearby! If I could just…’ Charlie pulled my phone out of her pocket, before looking at it, grinning, typing something… and then putting it back into her pocket. “Don’t worry, I’m making sure your friends know you’re okay.” “Mmmmph…” I growled into my dummy. Then my phone started ringing, so Charlie quickly pulled it back out and answered it. “Hi, this is Charlotte, Olivia’s… wife. Oh, Olivia? No, she can’t come to the phone right now, she’s busy. Can I help you? Oh yes, hi Sophie. Sorry, she’s feeling a bit under the weather, so she won’t be in the office all week. That’s not a problem, right? I understand the party isn’t quite happy with how she… Yes, I understand she still has duties, but she can’t very well do them when she’s sick, can she? Don’t worry, I’ll keep you updated, and I’m sure you can keep the ship afloat whilst she’s gone. Thanks. Okay, I’ll talk to you soon. Bye!” Okay… so getting my phone is most likely out of the question. It seems like Charlie is keeping it close to her. I guess I could use the house phone, but who the hell remembers phone numbers these days? They’re all stored on my phone! And it’s not like I can call the police or anything, as they’ll just see it as her adopting me legally and that would be a million times worse. At least right now, she’s just keeping me like this instead of actually adopting me and ruining my whole life. “There, much better. Shouldn’t be bothered for at least a week.” She smiled over at me. “Mmmph?” I was supposed to say ‘And then?’ but thanks to the gag still inflated in my mouth, it was just mumbles. “D’aww, look! The tiny baby is trying to talk like a big girl!” Charlie replied, slipping my phone back into her pocket again. I pouted at her, even going so far as to cross my arms in protest, but that just encouraged her to humiliate me more with her incessant ‘D’aww!’s. After an hour of mindlessly trying to keep myself occupied with the baby toys on offer in my playpen, as well as the mind-numbingly boring Wibbles show on the TV… I was starting to feel a bit sleepy. Not sure as to whether it was the milk, the boredom, or whatever was causing this lethargy… I struggled to keep my eyes open as I gently lay down, toys still in hand, resting my head on a nearby pillow. ‘I… need to stay awake…’ I thought to myself as I watched Charlie working hard on her ‘book’, frantically typing away at her laptop keyboard. Without even moving her eyes, making any expression or anything, Charlie said “You have a good nap, sweetpea. I’ll change you later, and because you’ve been a very good girl this morning, we’ll give you a little reward when you’re awake.” I would have started to panic over what this ‘reward’ would be from evil-Charlie, however right now I was struggling too much trying to keep my eyes open. There was no way I was going to win that battle, as they slowly closed and I ended up drifting off into dreamland as Charlie continued to work. “D’aww… there she is!” Charlie said, softly, as my eyes opened and adjusted to the light. I quickly realised I wasn’t in the playpen, where I had fallen asleep… Instead, Charlie’s laptop had been placed to the side of the sofa and I was now in its place, cradled in my wife’s arms, with her top pulled aside and her nursing bra unclipped. “Mmm…?” Was all I could get out before Charlie deftly pulled my dummy out from my mouth and plunged my face into her breast before I could respond or say anything. That’s when the cravings kicked in. There was nothing on this planet that would stop me in that moment from latching on to her and suckling hungrily, taking in the sweet milk into my mouth, feeling absolute bliss as the warm milk flowed down my throat. I knew I should have tried to fight harder against all this, but I couldn’t. She didn’t give me any chance and you have no idea how hard it is to fight against the cravings you get from this damn milk. My flailing and muffled screaming quickly died down as the calming, soothing sensation I always get from feeding kicked in, which along with the effects of the milk… made sure I was a very good, very complacent baby for Charlie. “That’s better. I could hear your little tum tum making lots of rumbling noises whilst you were asleep, so I’ve been sitting here with you for the past ten minutes, knowing you’d be awake and wanting to feed soon. Isn’t that better now, sweetheart?” I couldn’t argue, I couldn’t fight… I just… suckled hungrily at her breast, enjoying every drop of ambrosia from this Goddess. Normally, I’d start to feel sleepy at this point and fall asleep whilst nursing, but after just being woken up from a nap, I got to feed in peace as I was switched over to the other breast part way through. And after a good while of drifting off into my own little blissful headspace, I had finished and Charlie looked down at me. “Good girl!” She said, sneakily slipping my dummy back into my mouth and inflating it before I could argue. Not that I could anyway, I was still in a bit of a blissful daze, unable to even form coherent thoughts as I lay in my wife’s strong arms. “Now, how about we…” Her sentence was disrupted by my phone going off again. “Ugh. This has been going off all day.” She said, as she waited for whoever it was to stop calling, before quickly pulling out my phone from her pocket and using one hand, sending a text message. “There, that’s better. No more interruptions for the day, hopefully.” I lay there, looking up at my wife’s beautiful face, in a blissful daze, not really able to think or process anything right now. All I wanted to do right now was snuggle up to her, even if I wasn’t tired enough to sleep I still wanted to snuggle up to her and rest my head on her chest like I usually do. But all she did was sit there, looking at me, watching me, as if she was trying to decide on something or figure something out. “Hmm…” She let out a frustrated sigh. That’s when an idea must have popped into her head, as her face lit up and she instantly sat up completely straight. “Let’s go get you dressed for our day out!” “Mmm mmph?” I replied, half out of it, knowing that she probably didn’t mean a coffee date or something. “Yes baby! I’m going to take you out. But it’s a surprise. I promise you though, you’ll have fun! And you may even get some fun things out of it!” She said in that creepy ‘Mummy voice’, which makes her sound just like a typical baby-crazy Amazon mother. I dreaded what she meant by ‘day out’. I had no idea where she was going to take me, as taking me out in public, anywhere I’d be recognised… would spell disaster for my political career. If one person recognises me and posts anything on social media… the fallout will be… catastrophic. “Hmm…. this…” Charlie was busy rummaging through my ‘baby wardrobe’, the large painted wardrobe in my nursery that held all my most babyish items we had bought, or I had made for myself, or Charlie had made me make for myself. Which meant that she really did intend to take me out in public dressed as an adopted little. And I sat here in the crib, watching, unable to escape. “And this…” Holding up one of my purple gingham dresses with the white trim and collar, along with some white, locking, plastic pants… I felt my heart racing as I knew there was nothing I could do to dissuade her or stop her. Thick lilac booties and a matching lilac dummy gag came out next, placed on top of the outfit. And when she was happy with the ensemble… she turned her sights to me. I audibly gulped as she quickly stripped me to my nappy, carried me over to the changing table, and put me in another thick crawler after changing my very used nappy. Then came the clothes. First was the nappy cover, which made my heart drop when I heard the locking ‘click’, which sealed me in this infantile garment. Next was the dress, which barely covered the thick crawler nappy. It was a matching lilac to the booties and the dummy, and the gingham print just accentuated how babyish this dress really was. Next came the booties, which were slipped on my feet quickly. If the enormously thick nappy didn’t prevent me from walking… these booties would definitely make it hard to walk. They weren't as bad as the spiked ones I’ve seen in the shops, but they were still very thick, very slippery, and had a lot of padding underneath them to make it hard to balance whilst wearing them. My dummy was pulled out and replaced before I could argue, and as the new one inflated in my mouth, preventing me from speaking still and reducing me to mumbles and muffled groans… my outfit was now complete. Charlie took a step back to admire her work, smiling cruelly at the discomfort I was in. All I could do was squirm about in place on the changing table as I tried pulling on the gag in my mouth. Charlie noticed this very quickly and grabbed some matching mittens, deftly slipping them onto my hands, making them basically unusable. And that was it. Or so I thought. Charlie walked off, out of the nursery and leaving me alone on the changing table, before returning a minute later with something dark in her hand. “Here we go. Can’t go getting too much attention. Yet.” She said, slinking over to me and pulling out the object she was trying to hide behind her back. I didn’t even get a chance to see what it was, whatever dark thing it was was pulled over my head, sitting on top of it… like a hat… or… a… Pulling out a mirror from under the changing table, she showed me what I looked like now, in this perfectly selected outfit. I was no longer recognisable, thanks to an item Charlie had bought us ages ago to play out a cute goth-girl fantasy. “Perfect.” Charlie announced, her smile growing as she stared at me. “Now, shall we get going?” “Mmmpphh!” I protested. “Where? Oh sweetie, we’re going shopping!” ======================================================= Uh oh... something is clearly wrong with Charlie... 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!) 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Chapter 21: Good Morning... Princess Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess I woke up with the sunshine piercing through the slight gap in the curtains, making my whole body warm with its radiating glow. My eyes hadn’t opened yet, they could sense the brightness of the sun shining on them, so to protect my vision, my body automatically kept them shut as I enjoyed the snuggly, warm feeling I was experiencing right now. There is no way I’m getting up now, I’m too cosy and warm and snuggly right now. I’ve not got work today and I don’t think I have any appointments with Ellie, so I’m going to lay here, next to my wife, and enjoy the lie in. Maybe we’ll get up and get breakfast soon… Wait… My eyes shot open as I realised what had happened last night. ‘Charlie… She…’ “I thought I heard my little baby stirring on the monitor!” Charlie called out as she opened the door to the nursery and stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips. Frantically looking around, inspecting my situation, I found what I was dreading. Crawler nappy wrapped around my waist, meaning it was going to be impossible to stand up or take off. Thick booties on my feet which have zero grip, meaning that even if I did clamber to my feet somehow, I’d probably just fall flat on my face within seconds. Padded mittens covered my fists, completely removing the use of my hands. I also wore one of my favourite sleepers, which was barely containing the thick nappy underneath it. And then placed firmly in my mouth… was a dummy. An inflatable one. Meaning that there was no way I’d be able to get that out unless I had the strength of an Amazon to release the mechanism. “MMMMHPHHH!” I screamed, rolling about in the enormous crib in my nursery as my wife casually walked over, wearing what I could only describe as a misogynist’s wet dream. Dressed head to toe in a deep blue retro 50s dress, with a little white apron covering the front of it, Charlie also completed the housewife look with her red hair pinned up into a large ponytail. And much to my surprise, were her high heels. Which just made her seem even more enormous. Over time she’d stop wearing them, so as to not make me feel even smaller around her, she only reserved them for important meetings or events. But here she was… looking the perfect picture of domestic bliss… with a bright red painted smile on her face as she slowly walked over the carpeted flooring towards my crib. “How’s my little Princess this morning, eh?” She said with that maternal tone I normally love… but dialled up to 100. It had gone way past endearing and heart-melting… it was now on the level of a baby-crazy Amazon mother… and it creeped me the hell out. All I could do was try to scream from behind the dummy filling my mouth, as there was no way I could talk with this thing invading my mouth. “MPPMHHHHHH!” “Someone’s a cranky little baby this morning. Oh dear… is she wet? Messy? Probably both. Let me just check…” Charlie pulled the side of the crib down and bent over, unbuttoning my sleeper slightly so she could slip her hand in and stick her finger into the leg hole of my nappy. “Definitely wet. And by the smell… very messy. Good girl! I’m so proud of you, using your nappies as intended!” “MMHHPHHEEE!” “Don’t worry, poppet, I’ll get you changed after breakfast, okay?” I couldn’t take this anymore, so I started to struggle. Or at least… I tried to. But I found that my body felt… slow. Lethargic. As if I had been drugged. Wait… had I? I know the milk kinda knocks you out a bit, makes you lose control, makes you addicted… but I had never felt like this before, as if all the strength had been sapped from my body. “MMPPH?” I pleaded, not even sure if the noises coming out of me even resembled words, not even sure if Charlie could understand me right now. I sighed as I gave up struggling and just lay there, waiting for Charlie to pick me up, as there was clearly nothing I could do right now, not in this state anyway. She had complete power over me. Scooping me up into her strong arms, my wife supported me with one hand on my back, gently rubbing it… and one hand under my padded bum, which did NOT help with the current predicament… that being the fact that the milk had removed all control and my backside was currently very mushy. So as the icky feeling made me cringe, I settled my heavy head on her shoulder as she carried me out of the nursery, most likely towards the kitchen to get some breakfast. About halfway down the stairs I realised… I had been entirely focused on the fact that I was now being currently regressed against my will… and not on how or why Charlie was acting like this. Like… she’s been a bit ‘off’ lately as it is… but what… What pushed her? Is it her hormones? Her Amazon physiology? Did that crazy Amazon maternal drive kick in finally? All the possible suggestions floated around my head, but no matter how much I tried to concentrate, I found it hard to focus properly. Partially due to whatever I had been drugged with… and partially because I couldn’t stop thinking about nursing. After two incidents of being fed normal Amazon milk… I was close to getting properly hooked. Like all littles do when they’re forcibly adopted by Amazons out on the street. Eventually it just becomes normal to them and if you try to wean them off it… the results can be bad. I’ve seen it. On some of the littles who get sent to Eve’s clinic. They need to be weaned off it very slowly otherwise it can be harmful for their system… and their psyche. I wasn’t at risk from only two feedings… but I had a feeling that Charlie had no intention of stopping at two. So as I was carried into the kitchen, with Charlie humming a cute little tune along the way, and as I was placed into my highchair… I had to face the inevitable future of me getting hooked on her milk. “So baby girl… I’ll start you off with a light breakfast today, I think. Then we’ll nurse you at lunch, then some yummy din dins, then nurse you again before bedtime. Sound good?” Charlie said. If she had said this before I was babied against my will by whatever had come over my wife… I would have loved this treatment, especially all this attention. But whatever was going on with Charlie… that ruined it, tainted it. And it scared me. I had no idea how I was going to get out of this. Back when Madison took me, I had my team looking out for me… I had Charlie looking out for me. But now my team is all split up. We barely see each other these days, at least nowhere near as much as we used to. And my kidnapper this time was my own wife. I wasn’t due back to work for a while, not after my little stunt, and no one was expecting to see me for a while. Which meant I was on my own. I’d have to escape and get help all by myself. And I’d… I’d… have to go through Charlie to get it. Right now, however, I was powerless to do anything. I was drugged up, barely able to make a noise, let alone speak, and I can’t even think straight. So I’d have to bide my time and see what opportunities await me, because surely this all be some kind of misunderstanding, right? Maybe a bad reaction to the pills or something has made the maternal drive in Charlie stronger… right? I’m sure Eve will be able to figure it out and get Charlie back to normal. I mean… At least I’m safe from hypnosis and nanites now, which has provided me with a bit of a reassuring safety net when it comes to potential kidnapping. If I was ever taken, at least they couldn’t do too much to me. At least that’s what I thought anyway. But I wasn’t expecting the person to kidnap me be my own fucking wife! That changes everything… and as Charlie walked over to the fridge after locking me in my highchair, I started worrying about what that means for me in this situation, having my own wife kidnap and regress me. She knew all my little secrets. She knows how to make me blush, what I like and dislike, what makes me melt… what makes me incredibly squirmy. She knew me inside and out and she knows all my strengths and weaknesses. And if you flip it round… I know all her strengths and weaknesses too… but the problem is she’s a very strong, very intelligent woman, whose main weakness… …was me. “Right, let’s get this food down you, shall we? Then we can get you set up in the playpen whilst Mummy does a bit more writing on her new book.” She said as she tied a bib around my neck. “MMPPHHH!” I screamed into the dummy gag still in my mouth as I struggled against the restraints on the highchair keeping me firmly in place. “Ah ah ah! No! Bad girl!” Charlie raised her voice at me and instantly I backed down. I wasn’t sure what this version of Charlie was capable of… and I was a little scared to find out. “Mmmmm!” I mumbled in defence. “Oh, is the baby just wanting to know more about Mummy’s new book? It’s a cute little story book for littles like you! All about a Mummy who tricks her little one into dating her, then when she’s dropped all her guards… she adopts her and turns her into her little baby!” My face dropped. My mouth would have too, if I hadn’t had it full with this damn inflatable dummy. ‘No… that can’t… she… no… what?’ My mind was racing, and I wasn’t sure if she was telling the truth or not. Surely… no… “D’aww, silly baby. As if I’d ever be in love with a little baby like you. You’re much too little for me. I’m better off with another adult. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll still be your Mummy. But you may even have a new Mummy or Daddy too!” This was all bullshit… right? I swear her book was on something else. Not… this… this… no… “Now, open wide, little Princess!” Charlie said, grinning at me as she pulled out the dummy gag in my mouth and shoved a spoonful of baby mush in before I could scream. After a very messy, and very traumatising feeding experience, Charlie finished up by wiping my face down with the bib wrapped around my neck, before removing it and throwing it in the washing machine. Drained and exhausted, I found I couldn’t scream or fight back as she slipped the inflatable dummy gag back between my lips, pressing the button to inflate it and ensure my silence for a bit longer. “Come on then, tinklepants. Let's get you in the playpen. Aren’t you excited to play with your toys? I bet you are! And then you’ll be just as excited to fill that little nappy of yours up for Mummy, won’t you?” It horrified me to hear the way she was talking. She sounded just like any other Amazon, not just the ones you see on TV shows. She genuinely saw me as nothing but a little baby now, not the adult she apparently fell in love with. My full tummy was making me feel drowsy and lethargic as I was carried into the living room and placed down into the playpen, and I found it hard to even sit up straight, let alone get up and try to escape, so I just sat back a bit, resting my back on the playpen fence, kicking one of the blocks near my feet slightly. “Be a good girl. I’m going to go get my laptop. But first, I’ll put something on for you to watch whilst I work!” Grabbing the remote control from the coffee table, she flicked through the channels until she landed on one of the shows that before the nanite upgrade I wouldn’t have dared to even go near, in case I accidentally switched over to it. The fucking Wibbles. ======================================================= 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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Chapter 20: Protect Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess “No. End of discussion.” “But Charlie…” I whined at my wife. “No, Liv, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be out drinking. Not with how your job is going. It’s not… look, I think little ones shouldn’t go out drinking.” “‘Little ones’? Seriously?” I said, raising my eyebrow at my wife. All I had done is suggested that maybe we go out tonight with Malcolm, for the opening of this new bar. But Charlie instantly shot me down without even an inch to argue. “You can’t handle alcohol like we can.” “I drank Malcolm under the table when I first met him.” “I know, but I don’t think it’s a good idea. And that’s final.” “But…” Charlie cut my sentence off with a glare. That’s all it took. Those eyes, as if they were staring into my soul, made me instantly back down and shut the hell up. It actually… It actually scared me a little. I’m sure she’s just feeling a little overprotective right now, considering everything that’s going on around us. “I think it’s time for your nap. You can nap in the playpen so I can keep an eye on you.” “But… I’m not tired…” I whined. Charlie just got up, grabbed something, and walked over to the playpen. “Babies need their naps. So lay down, here’s a pillow and a blanket, get snuggled up with a stuffie and have a nice nap, sweetpea.” She sounded a bit… I don’t know… maybe it’s just me worrying. But that soft, maternal side of her just sounded so… hollow… right now. Not wanting to piss her off more than I already had, I took the pillow and the blanket, grabbed a nearby stuffie from my playpen, and got myself all snuggly and cosy in the centre of my playpen. Thankfully, when my head hit the pillow, I could sense a wave of tiredness hit me, so it didn’t take long for me to fall asleep as Charlie walked off into the kitchen to probably prepare dinner. A few hours later, I awoke and looked up from my playpen towards the clock on the wall. ‘Wait… it’s already five in the afternoon? What the hell?’ I thought to myself as I wiped the sleep from my eyes. Maybe Charlie was right, maybe I really did need a nap. Then just as the fog in my head cleared up and I yawned, Charlie walked in, wearing a cute little apron over her dress, smiling down at me. “Hey cutie. Did you sleep well? You were out like a light!” She asked, bending over the playpen wall and planting a kiss on my forehead. “Hi… yeah, I think so. I… why didn’t you wake me up? I usually only nap for an hour or so…” “You looked so adorable there, I didn’t want to disturb you. Why don’t we get some food in your little tummy?” “Oh yeah… what’s for dinner?” I asked. “For me, steak and chips.” “Wait… ‘for you’?” “For you… we’re going to try nursing again.” “Charlie, that didn’t go so well last time…” “I know, and I spoke to Eve whilst you were passed out. She told me it must have been something I ate before it that caused the reaction it did, nullifying whatever it is that her pills do to make my milk safe. So I’ve made sure not to eat or drink anything I had on either of the days we had the issue.” “You sure? Because if we nurse again in such a short amount of time… and it doesn’t work…” “I know, but we can’t let that time taint the special time we have together. You know we both love it when you nurse from me. So I’ll take my pills again, and we’ll try once I’ve eaten, okay baby?” “I…” I didn’t quite feel comfortable doing this, but the smile on Charlie’s face meant I couldn’t turn her down. She wasn’t wrong, the time we have doing this… it's special. “Good girl.” Charlie responded, standing up and walking off out of the kitchen. “Charlie…?” I called after her. “Yes poppet?” She asked, turning around in the doorway. “Maybe tonight we could… you know… maybe get me out of this and into some lingerie…?” I wasn’t being subtle about it at all. I wanted her to fuck me senseless, mostly because after all this baby treatment, I kind of need the reminder that I am an adult, and not just a regressed little. And what better way than to be ravished in bed by my wife? “Not tonight, sweetie. You’re my baby tonight.” She smiled back at me. “But…” She stared at me with the same conviction as before, and I instantly dropped it, before she walked off out of the living room, leaving me alone in the playpen. Suddenly the doorbell rang. “Oh shit… Charlie? We forgot to tell Malcolm that we can’t make it tonight!” I yelled towards the kitchen. No reply. Instead, the clacking of heels walking through the hallway echoed throughout the house, heading towards the front door. I couldn’t hear what was exactly being said, the living room door was closed, but voices were raised. “She… important… needs night out… stressed…” Was all I could make out, from who I assumed was Malcolm. But maybe I was wrong, maybe it wasn’t, maybe it was just some random person. But then again not everyone can get through our gate, only our closest friends, so it had to be Malcolm. “No! She… too little… I’m her Mummy…” Charlie replied, in a very stern voice. This was followed by a bunch more arguing that I couldn’t make out, before a few words were clear enough to hear. “Charlie… don’t be… what?... seriously?” “Please leave, Malcolm. She’ll call… stop pestering…” And that’s when the front door closed with a bang, before leaving the house completely silent again. Then in walked Charlie. “Charlie? What happened?” I asked, trying to sound serious, despite my babyish appearance. “It’s Mummy, sweetie. You know when you’re little you’re supposed to call me Mummy.” “I know… Mummy… but anyway, what happened?” “Oh that was just Malcolm. He was… insistent that you go out with him. I had to put my foot down.” “It sounded a bit more heated than that…” “I told him you’d call him tomorrow or the day after.” “Are you okay?” I asked, as Charlie seemed flustered and frustrated still. “Yes. Now, you be good whilst I go get my dinner. Then I’ll feed you and we can snuggle, how does that sound?” “I… sure. Sounds good.” I replied, feeling like everything was a bit… off. Charlie left the room again, leaving me alone in the playpen. She hadn’t even turned the TV back on, which made me realise she must have turned it off when I fell asleep so as to not disturb me. About ten minutes later, Charlie walked in with a tray. On top of that tray was a delicious-looking plate of food, along with a glass of wine and some cutlery. And as she sat down, placing the tray gently on her lap, before turning the TV on and flicking through the channels… I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Like… I love nursing… but that steak looked amazing. “Can… Can I have a few bites?” I asked her, taking a risk. “No sweetie, this is grown up food. You get your din din soon, okay baby?” Pouting slightly, I slumped back in my playpen and kicked a block away from me. She had never refused to give me bites of her food. It’s not like I take much either, being a little, her portions could feed a family of littles, so me taking a small bite of her steak or a couple of chips wouldn’t make a dent in her calorie intake. Charlie was being irrational, pushy… something was up. Maybe she was ill? She’s been grumpy before, whenever she got a cold or whatever, but she’s never been this grumpy. Or maybe her publisher is being a dick to her, again. They’re very pushy when it comes to her releasing her new book, as they want a nice payout after the last bestseller she produced. Or maybe I’m just feeling overly sensitive after everything that had gone on with not only Amber, but at work. Shrugging to myself, I relaxed my shoulders a bit, letting out the tension stored in them, and sighing. “You okay baby?” Charlie asked. “Yeah. Just fed up.” “Do you need to go potty?” “No, it’s not that.” “I can take you to the potty in a minute, okay baby? Let me just finish my dinner. Because you’ve been good, I’ll go sit you on your potty.” “I…” It was like she wasn’t listening to me. I didn’t need to go ‘potty’, I was fed up! Why couldn’t my own wife realise this? A few minutes later, after Charlie had apparently inhaled her food, she got up, placed the tray to one side, and walked over to the playpen, before bending down and picking me up whilst I was mid-daydream. “Hey… what?” I asked as I was yanked out of my own thoughts, held in my wife’s arms and carried out of the living room. “Hey, Charlie, I don’t really need to go…” “Better to be safe than sorry…” She replied, cutting me off before I could even finish my sentence. “I…” Before I could argue, she placed a dummy in my mouth, making me shut up instantly and suckle at the soothing teat filling my mouth. All I could do now was pout at her as she carried me in the direction of the bathroom. Opening the door and looking down, she pulled out the plastic pink potty that was designed specifically for littles, the one that I rarely use, and positioned it in the middle of the bathroom floor with her foot, all the while still holding me closely in her arms. “There we go. Right, I’ll sit you down for a few minutes, see if you can’t manage to make poopies in the potty…” She said in her most maternal voice, making me blush. Pulling down my nappy, which was apparently dry, indicating to me that she had changed me mid-nap, as there is no way I managed to stay dry that long after still being under the effects of the milk, she then placed me down on the potty and stood up straight. “Go on, sweetie…” “I…” I didn’t know what to do. Right now I couldn’t go, especially whilst being watched. This was all a bit too much for me honestly. “Need a little privacy?” “I… please…” Was all I could say, all whilst nodding awkwardly. I didn’t know what I needed. I just knew that I didn’t need… whatever the hell all this was. But I also didn’t want to piss off my wife right now. She seemed… intense. And I’d have to find out what’s up with her before I can confront her about it. I always want to understand what she’s going through before I talk to her about anything that could be bothering either of us, so I just nodded and watched as she turned around and walked out of the bathroom. Sitting there, on the cold, plastic potty… feeling ridiculous… I started to look around whilst waiting to see if I really did need to go to the bathroom whilst sat on this thing. Just staring at anything that could provide a distraction from all… this. The tiling on the walls, the different bottles of shampoo and stuff in the shower, the row of plastic toy ducks lined up along the wall where the bath stood. All of it providing great points of focus to distract my thoughts and humiliation. Freshly cleaned towels lining the rail perfectly, the silly bubble bath formula that Charlie buys that makes the best bubble baths, the… wait… the pill… on the floor… “Huh?” I said out loud, as I stared at the familiar-looking pill that lay on the bathroom floor, just under the sink… right next to the bin. “What…” I carefully got up and crawled over to the bin, with my nappy still around my ankles, where I peeked in to see if my suspicions were correct. And instantly, I saw the bottle of pills, the ones we get from Eve, the ones that Eve gives us to make nursing safe for us with very few side effects. “This… these must be the useless ones… right?” Grabbing the bottle out of the trash bin, I read the label… and noticed that they were recently prescribed. ‘So why…?’ Before I could finish my thought, I heard Charlie walking back towards the bathroom, so I dropped the bottle back into the trash, scurried back to the potty and positioned myself on the plastic throne with whatever dignity I had left intact. “You okay baby?” She asked, bending down and pulling me forward to inspect the potty. “Nothing. Okay then, well we tried. Let’s go try nursing then, shall we? Then we can snuggle all night and watch a movie.” “I…” I knew I should bring it up with her. Why would her pills be in the trash? Unless Eve gave her more… but no, she told her that it was just an interaction with what she must have eaten or drank so that must mean… Whilst I was having an internal discussion with myself, I had been carried back to the living room and positioned in Charlie’s arms for feeding time, and only when she started to pull her nursing bra down did my brain finally catch up with reality and realise where I was and what was happening. “Charlie… I… I don’t want to do this.” I said, trying to sound as stern and serious as possible. “Don’t be a silly baby, it’s okay, you just lay your head back…” “No, Charlie, seriously… gumdrop! GUMDROP!” I hadn’t safeworded in a long long time. We had learnt each other’s limits and soft limits so we never really needed it. But now… this was serious. I needed to have a conversation with my wife. But… she just ignored my pleas. She held me closer than before, making it hard to struggle against her arms… her strength. And as I went to scream, she pushed my face into her breast, making me instantly latch on as the cravings took over and I started suckling away, the creamy, delicious milk flowing down my throat, making me crave it more than air itself. My eyes widened in shock at this betrayal, and I quickly looked up to see what was going on. But all I saw was the same crazy expression I had seen many times on the faces of Amazons… when they tried to kidnap and adopt me. The same face I had seen on Madison. That mix of obsession, crazy… and maternal drive. “It’s okay baby. I’ll keep you safe. I’ll keep you safe and padded and protected.” Her smile grew as she stroked my hair, all whilst I continued suckling. “And loved. Mummy will always protect and care for you.” ======================================================= 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!) 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Chapter 19: Again? Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess I awoke the following day, inside my crib. The events of yesterday rushed back as I tried sitting up, but found it hard to do so with this enormous crawler nappy taped around my waist. I managed it, but it was a lot of effort. And as soon as I was sat up, I quickly realised what had happened, and instinctively called out for Charlie. “CHARLIE!” I knew she’d have the baby monitor on, and by the cute kitten clock on the wall, I knew she’d be up, as it was after 9am now, and she was always up at 7, no matter what. Heavy footsteps ran through the house, making the floor vibrate a little… until they stopped suddenly in the doorway. “You okay baby?” Charlie sounded worried. “Yeah.” “What’s up then?” Charlie asked, sighing a breath of relief. “It happened again…” “What did?” “The milk.” “What about the… OH! Shit! Sorry! I…” “It’s okay, though if it’s not a bad batch of those pills… that means you’re building a tolerance to it.” I said, stating the obvious. “I guess I am. I’ll get in touch with Eve today and see what she thinks, see if we can still manage it somehow. No wonder you were out like a light yesterday! I’m sorry, baby.” “It’s okay.” I replied, sighing. “Looks like you’ll be in thick nappies for a few days.” “And you’re going to have to pump. Far away from me. The cravings are strong now.” I wasn’t lying, the whole time Charlie stood in the doorway, in her cute little pyjamas… I couldn’t help but stare at her breasts and think about how much I needed to feed right now. Normally I’d be staring at the cute bed head she has, or how gorgeous she looks in her nightwear. But no… today was going to be full of cravings and staring at her boobs, apparently. “Okay baby. I’ll try to be careful. But first… do you need a change?” She asked in that soft, maternal voice that I love so much. “Most likely. Pretty sure I messed during the night.” “Yeah, we both know the drill with milk. Guess I’ve got a few icky nappies to change over the next few days! Good job that I love you so much!” “D’awww!” I said, snarkily, pulling a face at her and sticking my tongue out. “Don’t make me put a dummy in, sweetie. Now… let’s get that nappy changed and get you downstairs. If you’re going to be stuck in thick nappies and you insist on acting like a baby… then we’re going to have a few days of baby treatment. I’m not needed at work, neither are you. Few days off will do us good!” “Just no feeding…” I said, reminding her. “I know, baby, I know. I’ll get in touch with Eve this afternoon. Now… what cute nappy should we put you in today?” Dressed in a cute lilac dress that barely covered my enormous nappy (one that had adorable little kitties on it!), along with some matching lilac booties, I was spoon fed by Charlie in my highchair, before being cleaned up with a wipe and carried off back into my nursery, where I was deposited in my playpen. “You play in there for a bit. Mummy has some chores to do around the house.” Charlie said, giving me a quick kiss on the forehead before leaving me alone to play with my toys. I nodded as she left, then quickly got to work stacking my blocks, trying to beat my previous high score the last time I got to play with them. I was getting really good at this, and I was determined to get even better at it. First… I’ll make it as tall as me! Then I’ll work towards making it as tall as Charlie! At this point, I had most likely used my nappy. For what, I don’t know… it could be either or both, given the milk. I didn’t know… and you know what? I didn’t care. That was Charlie’s job to clean up, it’s not my fault, it’s that stupid milk! My job was to have fun and look as cute as possible for my wife. At least that’s my job when I’m not busy working or being a big girl and going on dates with her. So ignoring the state of my nappy, I continued having fun, crawling around the playpen, playing with all the different sorts of toys. I don’t know how long this went on for, but it must have been a while, as Charlie returned and announced it was lunch time. “Seriously? Already?” I whined. “Seriously. Baby needs to eat. You were playing for a good while. How about once you’ve had your nummy lunch, we get snuggled up for the afternoon and watch a movie?” “Something adult, by any chance?” “Not a chance, baby. Not when you’re this little and adorable! Age appropriate things only, sweetie.” “Hmph!” I pouted, as my wife walked over, looking even more gorgeous than the sleepy mess this morning. She had had a shower, put her makeup on, and got dressed in a really nice dress I hadn’t seen her wear in a while. These days she mostly wears pant suits, not that I’m complaining, she looks amazing in them. But today, she looked especially feminine in her long blue dress, one that really accentuated her boobs. Which didn’t help with the cravings as she picked me up and carried me off downstairs, towards the kitchen. “Here comes the train! Choo choo!” Charlie announced as a big spoonful of mush started slowly making its way towards my mouth. I didn’t want to open up. Nope. No trains stopping here. Station is closed for repairs. Private railway. Nope. Not gonna happen. So… of course I open up and she shoves the gunk into my mouth, making me gag slightly at the icky food resting on my tongue. Quickly swallowing it, I looked up to my wife with my best pleading face. “Why, Charlie? Why do I have to eat that disgusting gunk?” “Because it’s good for you. And… because you react like this, and it’s just too damn precious!” I could feel my heart beat faster as her smile grew, but I stood strong… I… well… I pouted my best at her, which did absolutely nothing for me as she shovelled a second spoonful into my mouth. “Look, I know it’s not nice, but when you’re wetting and messing so often, you need to make sure you’re well nourished to keep up with it. And nothing works better than this rubbish. Don’t worry, I’ve got you a chocolate cake for dessert.” Okay… she had a point… and as soon as she mentioned dessert… that’s it, I was completely won over. “Fine. Let’s get it in me so I can get to the actual good food!” I said, pointing to my mouth. “That’s a good girl!” She announced, lifting the spoon up with another load of mush on it, and flew it right towards my mouth. Once the last of the mush was gone, Charlie was true to her word and brought me out a little-sized slice of cake for dessert. “For lunch though? You don’t usually let me…” “Oh let me spoil you, you silly baby.” She cut me off, making me pout instantly. “You know I love being spoiled, but I never get this kind of treat!” “You get cake all the time!” She argued. “Not for lunch!” “I can take it back if you don’t want it…” Charlie said, going to grab the plate upon which the beautiful sponge cake was resting. “NO!” I cried out, instinctively. “I thought so…” She grinned. Before she could threaten to take it away again, before she could even move her hand… I lunged forward and grabbed the cake and shoved it into my mouth. “You’re such a baby…” She laughed. “Only because you love me like this…” I retorted. “I love seeing you happy. The baby stuff is all you, sweetie.” “HMPH!” I dropped the remaining cake from my hands onto the plate and quickly crossed my arms in a huff, giving her my biggest pout in months. To which she just replied by taking a chunk of it on a spoon, raising it in front of my mouth… and making the train noises again. After a nice bath… a bubble bath in particular… I was dressed up all cute and babyish again and placed in the playpen in the living room whilst Charlie sat and watched TV. Thankfully, with my nanites, we could watch any shows we wanted without worrying about me getting hypnotised. It was weird being able to channel hop, as that would have been considered a game of chance before my nanites built up an immunity to hypnosis… with the stakes being my adult life. So whilst Charlie happily channel surfed her way through our cable package, I happily coloured in a picture of a Princess and her Mummy from a colouring book Malcolm jokingly bought me for my last birthday. With my padded butt in the air, and my cute purple dress doing nothing to hide it, I wasted away a good portion of the day just colouring, playing with toys, and occasionally watching whatever Charlie was watching. And the whole time… I couldn’t get my mind off nursing. Couldn’t stop thinking about that damn milk. I knew it was bad for me. The adult mind in me was still screaming at me, telling me that it’s just the addictive properties of Amazon milk that was causing me to salivate anytime I looked towards my wife’s body. Not to say that I don’t do that anyway, I mean my wife is a freaking Goddess… it’d be weird if I didn’t melt at the sight of her… especially when she’s wearing that lingeri… anyway… yeah, it was worse than usual and the milk was to blame. But yes, this colouring, this time away from my adult life… this is why I love my baby time with Charlie, and why I’m so grateful that I get to experience being both an adult and a baby as a little in this cursed world, with a woman who allows me the freedom and safety to do so. I had completely forgotten about all the drama to do with my party and the government, all that rubbish with Chris, all the fear and sadness related to Amber. Just for a few hours… I could divert my worries and thoughts away from all that, and just be… well… happy. Carefree. Me. Because I spend a lot of time being the ‘ideal’ little MP everyone wants me to be. I spend a lot of time trying to be what everyone needs me to be. I try to be strong for my wife and my friends. I try to be responsible and careful as a little person who is in the crosshairs of so many anti-little organisations, all of whom would take any mistake I make as a reason to roll back little’s rights back even further than they already have been. No, in these few hours I could just be me. Both sides of me. So when my phone rang, disturbing my headspace, and Charlie passed me the phone down into the playpen as I sat up and took the call… I was a little bit cranky. “Hey kiddo!” Malcolm said on the other end of the call. “What is it, Mal? Kinda busy right now…” I replied, trying to rush him off the phone so I could get back to my afternoon. “Are you busy tonight?” He asked. “I… I’m not sure yet, why?” “I want to take you out drinking.” “But…” “No, no buts! We haven’t had a drink together in a long time. I know a little-friendly bar. Owned by a mate of mine. Opening tonight, and I have been invited, as long as I bring a little with me.” “That sounds suspicious…” “Don’t worry, it’s all above board. This guy is legit. I promise you, it’s safe.” Malcolm was always trying to protect me, so if he says this guy is alright, and this bar is safe… I trusted him. He would have done his homework. Also helped that I had heard from a few people in the office about a place like this being opened up. And hey, if Charlie came with us, she could keep me safe. “I’ll have to ask my wife. Why don’t I call you back later once we’re a bit less busy, and we can discuss plans?” “So that’s a yes then?” “No, that’s a maybe…” “Good enough for me! Pick you up at five!” “NO! MAL…” Before I could argue back, Malcolm hung up the phone. When that man is excited about something, he goes full steam ahead and doesn’t take no for an answer. It’s one of his more endearing… and frustrating qualities. ======================================================= Sorry I've not been replying to comments lately, been very busy and keep putting it off and then by the time I have time, it's time to post the next chapter! But don't worry, I am reading them all, and I really appreciate them. And I'm really happy you're enjoying the story so far, even if you've had a few mean cliffhangers I'm going to try to find some time in between chapters to reply to comments from now on, like I used to. Because it was so much fun teasing you all by being super vague about everything. Also its really fun to see all your little brains working hard to figure out what is going. It's really entertaining :3 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!) 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Chapter 18: Therapy Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess The only thing I said to Claire as I got in the car was to ask her if she could drop me off somewhere. Thankfully, she agreed and I quickly pulled my phone out and sent a text to Ellie, seeing if I could get a last minute appointment. Because right now… I needed someone to talk to. Someone with an understanding of what it’s like to be little in a world full of Amazons, but also someone who would be rational and tell me if I’m just being a brat or not. And Ellie seemed like the best option. Within a few minutes on the road, my phone vibrated and I scrambled to pull it back out of my bag. Ellie: Hey, yeah I’ve got the next three hours free. Just pop by whenever. You’re lucky it was today, the rest of my week is fully booked up. Lots of littles need help these days. Liv: Thanks. I’m on the way now. See you soon. Shoving my phone back into my bag, I looked up and out of the window, staring off into space as the deafening silence of the car continued to make this drive even more awkward. “How are you going to get home?” Claire asked. “I could always wait here for you if…” “I’m okay, thanks. I’ll call Charlie to pick me up. Thanks again though.” “Okay then…” Claire replied, looking dejected. “Well don’t be a stranger. We haven’t hung out in a while. Give me a call sometime!” “Will do.” I replied, sounding a lot less enthusiastic as I’d hoped, before shutting the car door and walking off into the clinic. “Come, come… sit down…” Ellie instructed, pointing at the familiar sofa that was waaaaaaay too comfortable for its own good. “Thanks for seeing me on such short notice.” I replied as we both sat down across from one another. “What’s the matter? Your text sounded very serious and very urgent.” “It’s work…” “Ah… I assume the PM tore you a new one for your little stunt in the commons?” “Yeah. And then Chris did too…” “Chris? The head of LIBRA?” “Yup. The one pulling all the strings.” “Why wasn’t he happy? Surely you standing up against a bill that was intended to make little’s lives worse would be a good thing for him?” “Apparently not. He has some ‘big picture’ that he refuses to share with me, and that me making such a scene recently could potentially ruin this ‘big picture’ of his.” “But you’re the candidate he backed…” “Yeah, don’t ask me. He told me to back down, or they’d be calling for my adoption. And that he wouldn’t be able to stop them.” “I… have to agree.” “Not you too…” I sighed. “No! Let me finish…” Ellie took a deep breath. “What I mean to say is that you should be very careful picking your fights. I, and all other littles, admire you for standing up for us, for standing up against shitty bills like that one that just passed. But… if this causes you to lose your position of power… where does that leave us? Our only hope of things getting better will be regressed, shitting herself and nursing from her Mummy… who used to be her wife. It could crush us. Both in spirit and in law. Because that would ensure no littles run for parliament ever again.” “What am I supposed to do then? Just let them pass all this shit?” “Liv… you weren’t to know your party would turn on you the moment you won…” “Apparently Chris knew…” “He did? Then why didn’t he share…” “Big picture…” I repeated. “Ugh. See, this is why I hate politics. Or one of the reasons anyway.” “Understandable.” “Anyway, Liv, what you need to do is rally support from the outliers in your party. You’ve mentioned to me before that you have a couple of allies…” “Who voted along party lines…” “Because they were forced to. Trust me, work on your relationship with those few people, and one day… they’ll stand with you instead.” “But by then they could have gutted all our rights!” I argued. “If it gets that far, then sure, fight back. But for now, especially with this bill, sure it sucks… but it won’t completely ruin the lives of every little…” “...Just some…” I murmured. “I know. It sucks. But seriously, just give it time. There will be some losses made to win the bi…” “If you say the bigger picture or something along those lines, I will slap you…” I said, raising my eyebrow at Ellie and smiling. Ellie giggled a bit before composing herself. “Okay… but you get the point, right?” She asked. “Kinda. I’ll try. Just… I took this path because I wanted to do the right thing.” “And you are! You’re changing minds! Give it a bit more time.” “I hope you’re right. For everyone’s sake.” It was good to talk to someone about everything that was going on, and I left Ellie’s office feeling a lot more hopeful than I had upon entering. Not to say that it completely allayed my fears… they were still deep inside, but I was able to see more of this ‘big picture’... or at least be able to accept that it may exist, even if I don’t know what it is exactly. Charlie picked me up shortly after my appointment, looking a bit worried. “What’s up, my love?” I asked as she buckled me into the car seat. “You should have told me you were coming here…” Charlie replied, sounding… disappointed. “It’s only Ellie… just needed to talk to her about a few things, about everything that’s going on. That’s all. Why? Were you worried?” Buckling me a bit tighter than usual, she finished up and closed the door without saying a thing, before walking around the car and getting in the driver’s seat. “Yes. In fact I was. My wife was out there, and didn’t get in contact with me to tell me where she was.” Charlie was always looking out for me but something must have her really riled up… because she was never this protective. “What’s really up?” I asked. “Nothing. Just… all these threats about getting you deemed immature… I… I don’t want anything to happen to you. And if something like that does happen… I want to be around.” “I understand. I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was a big deal. It never used to be.” “Yes, that was before you put a target on your back.” “I… sorry.” I sighed, looking down, feeling too guilty to look at her directly. “Let’s just go home, okay? I need snuggles from my baby.” “Do you think that’s the best time for me to be your baby?” “I don’t care, sweetie. You’re stressed, I’m stressed, we both need it. Screw everything else.” “I… okay.” She was right. We were both stressed. And I really needed a release. “Good. So we go home, I get you dressed up in your fluffiest sleeper and a thick crawler nappy…” “Crawler? Seriously? Why do we need something so thick?” I asked. “Because it’s cute on you, so shush!” She said, sticking her tongue out at me without taking her eyes off the road. “And maybe we can try nursing again…” “Did you get your pills sorted with Eve then?” “Yeah, she gave me a new bottle, should be fine again now.” “Oh good, I really don’t wanna become addicted again!” “Don’t you worry, sweetie. Mummy sorts everything out.” I love when she calls herself Mummy. It always puts a warmth in my heart and makes me feel all small and babyish. As soon as we got home, Charlie didn’t stop to take her jacket off or anything, she just carried me straight into the house, up the stairs, and into the nursery. Laying me down on the changing table, she slowly stripped my clothes off, until I was laying there in my birthday suit, and she quickly strapped me down using the waist strap. “Can’t let my wiggly baby roll off the changing table!” She joked, making me squirm and wiggle instinctively. “Stoooooop!” I whined, kicking my little legs up at her. “Never! You’re my little angel, and I’ll always tease you!” She said before lunging forward with her lips, planting a kiss on my exposed tummy… before blowing the biggest raspberry on it, making me giggle out loud and squirm even more. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” “Now, are you going to be a good girl and let me get you padded and dressed?” “...Yes.” “Yes, what?” She raised her eyebrow at me. “Yes… Mummy.” I said, sticking my tongue out at her and giggling. “Good girl. Now… let’s get you thickly padded, shall we?” I nodded and wriggled about as she quickly grabbed a crawler nappy from underneath the changing table and got to work. “Much better! There’s my little Princess!” Charlie exclaimed as she lifted me up off the table after dressing me up in my thickest, cosiest sleeper. I squealed in delight as Charlie carried me away from the changing table, out of the nursery, and down the stairs. Turning into the living room, she shuffled over to the sofa and quickly collapsed back into it, before repositioning me in her arms so that my head was nestled snugly against her boob. You can see where this is going. I knew where this was going. Charlie obviously did. I mean it was pretty freaking clear what she had in mind, and I had zero intention of stopping it. As she slowly slipped her dress off her shoulder, revealing her nursing bra, I prepared myself for what was about to come… what I had been waiting for since the little incident the last time we nursed. I could feel the cravings bubbling away within me, but thankfully Charlie was on the proper pills this time, and this craving should disappear soon. “You ready, my little angel?” Charlie asked, looking down at me with love in her eyes and the cutest damn smile on her face. That alone was enough to send me spiralling into littlespace, let alone that heavenly voice of hers. I nodded as she unclipped the nursing bra and revealed her breast, and I took absolutely no time in latching on and suckling, warm milk filling my mouth. Oh my god. It tasted so good. Charlie stroked my hair as I suckled away, as if my life depended on it. It genuinely felt like my life depended on it. I couldn’t get enough of this amazing milk. The warmth… the taste… it was just as good as… See, this is where I recognised what was going on. This is where I realised what was happening. But that little thought, the one that told me to stop, to pull away as quickly as possible, to warn Charlie that something was up… that thought was buried deep within my subconscious. Because right now, all I could think of was how much love I had for Charlie, and how much I wanted… no, needed, this milk. I could feel a little voice inside my head screaming, trying to break this focus, but nothing was working. I didn’t care. This milk was my ambrosia. It filled my tummy, my heart… my soul… And I needed to drink every last drop. Sadly, Charlie hadn’t noticed something was up, she too was caught up in the moment as she continued stroking my hair with one hand, and cradling me with the other. Occasionally she’d bend her head down and kiss mine, without disturbing me. “My little angel. I love you so much.” I was more focused on getting milk into me than I was breathing, because every now and then I’d have to pull back slightly for air, before going back in for more. “Someone’s a hungry little baby…” As the feeding went on, I could feel the other side effects take hold. Drowsiness in particular. I could feel my body become lethargic, becoming limp in Charlie’s arms, but even this didn’t stop me suckling. Not even her moving me from one breast to the other disturbed me, all I did was continue to nurse as soon as I was switched over. That little voice in the back of my head had gone quiet by the end of it, and my eyes were extremely heavy. “D’aww… someone’s a sleepy little angel.” Charlie said… right as I drifted off to sleep, snuggled up in my Mummy’s arms. ======================================================= 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! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories (or even have a chance at commissioning one when I add the tier for them!), why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! 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Chapter 17: Talking to Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess Okay so date night was fantastic. Mostly. Getting to just relax with my wife, eating amazing tasting food in a nice atmosphere with no one to bother us… perfection. Okay… so it was close to perfection… But Charlie kept insisting to cut up my food. And despite my protests, she continued doing it. I know that it's probably just her way of comforting me. It’s how it usually works. I get upset about something, she babies me and everything feels okay after a short while. And after the meltdown at the commons due to what happened to Amber… yeah, I could see why she may think she’s just trying to help. But it’s not helping, it’s just… annoying me. I mean a tiny part of me, the anxious part in the back of my brain that has always been fearful of the worst… that part is saying she’s just preparing herself for life with a full time baby. That the media is probably calling for my adoption after the scene I caused. No doubt there have probably been proposals in the commons, trying to declare me immature. This would automatically nullify my marriage and Charlie would become my legal Mummy. But no… it can’t be that bad. If it was that bad, Charlie would have booked the first flight out of here. Or we’d go visit one of our pairs of sisters and hide out in their world. Still… I can’t help it. That part of my brain always forces its way to the forefront of my mind whenever I’m stressed and worried. I couldn’t help but fear the worst. A few days later, I was given my phone back. Mostly because Ellie was worried about me, saying that after what happened to me, I really needed a session with her, but also because apparently the Prime Minister wanted to talk to me. I can safely say… I did not enjoy that phone call. Lots of yelling, dismissing my concerns or my emotions, talking down to me… he was furious. And I… just took it all. I wanted to scream at him, for not only recognising when someone is struggling and going through things, but for all his inaction and backtracking when it comes to the improvements for the rights of littles. But no, I just sat there, on the sofa, as he screamed down the phone at me. Apparently… I was to make a public apology. But first, I was needed for a vote in the Commons tomorrow. Told me my suspension was ending early and warned me that I was to ‘shut my stupid little mouth and say NOTHING’. Charlie was not happy when I later relayed exactly what he said to me. There may have been expletives from her, ones way worse than the usual ones coming out of my mouth. At first, I agreed to it all. I just rolled over. But something he said at the end… he… he said my ‘stupid little friend is probably better off shitting herself and forgetting I ever exist’. That was my breaking point. So here I am, sitting in the House of Commons, being a ‘good little girl’ for the Prime Minister, ignoring all the snide comments and sneers aimed at me from the other members of Parliament. Dressed in my smartest blouse and skirt, teetering on the edge of the seat that was clearly designed for an Amazon and not for a little like myself, I awaited the vote I was brought in for. The bill was the same one I was suspended for disagreeing with, the one that caused my little outburst. The Prime Minister had told me there would be ‘dire consequences’ if I voted against it, or made a scene, or really… spoke in any way. Oh boy… he was not going to be pleased today. Maaaaaybe I should have had a session with Ellie first… “The ayes have 649 of the votes, the nays have 1. The ayes have it, the ayes have it.” One of our party members called out, to announce the results of the vote that had just occurred. All eyes were on me. Including the very, very angry Prime Minister’s. You see, our party used to be the ones standing up for littles. It’s why I agreed to run on behalf of them in this election. We were supposed to be the opposition… and now that my party has u-turned and was voting to worsen things for littles… there was no longer any opposition. We had the majority of seats, and the other parties with the remaining seats were all also adamantly anti-littles rights. So it was very obvious who the one person was who voted against this disgusting piece of legislation. ‘Shit.’ I thought to myself. I had hoped that maybe there would be a few stragglers who had rebelled and stood up for us… but nope. If there were any, like the few friends I have in this party… they were all terrified of the consequences. So no doubt I had a long, angry speech by the Prime Minister to listen to later. “MISS CLARKE!” The Prime Minister began just as expected. Like… as soon as I picked up the phone… he was like that. “Mrs. I’m a married woman.” I replied snarkily, something that I felt I’d probably regret very soon. “Don’t you be cocky with me, especially after your little stunt, otherwise I’ll put you over my…” “You’ll do what, Mr Prime Minister?” I said, sounding even cockier than before. “I’ll…” He knew he couldn’t say what he wanted to say, which was to put me over his lap and spank the hell out of me for being a disobedient child… because he knew that there was a high chance Charlie was listening in on our conversation, and that I was recording it. And I knew better than to not take precautions, especially when the person I thought I could trust suddenly became a traditional Amazon and went full anti-little as soon as he had won the election. So now I record all my conversations with everyone in my party. Not sure how much good that will do in an Amazon-controlled-media country, but at least I could ruin their chances of winning the little’s vote again in the next election. So the Prime Minister held his tongue, took a second, before calmly coming back with… “I’ll pull the whip from you.” “You won’t. You can’t.” I replied. “Oh but I can. I’m in charge.” “And you’ll lose the little’s vote. You know… that thing that won you the election?” “We already won.” “And if you do anything to me… you’ll guarantee you’ll never win another election again.” “If you carry on with this insubordination…” “Yeah, you’ll have to take action. Don’t care. Look, you turned your back on not only me, but every little who voted for you.” “We’re just making necessary…” “Don’t give me that bullshit, Sir… You’re just covering your arse. For what reason… I don’t know. But I swear…” “Watch it, MRS Clarke. There are already talks of you being deemed immature. With my backing… it could become a reality.” “Go for it. Watch what happens.” I snapped back at him. And with that… he hung up. “I fucking hate that man…” Charlie exclaimed, taking me by surprise with her choice of language. “Language…” I muttered, imitating my wife. “Don’t you start… you’re in enough trouble already. Why did you have to annoy him more?” “I thought… I thought you’d have my back…” I stared up at her with a sadness building up inside me. “I do… but that was reckless, sweetie!” Honestly, the stabbing feeling of guilt in my heart from Charlie not siding with me… hurt more than any spanking I could have gotten. “I… sorry.” I sighed, staring at the floor in defeat. “That’s okay, my sweet angel. Just… be less antagonistic, okay?” “I’ll try.” “Good, because Chris needs to talk to you…” I sighed and picked my phone back up to call him. “Oh… no sweetie… he’s at your office. He wants a face to face.” Charlie said, before I could even open my contacts list. “Wait… what?” “Yeah, he was adamant about speaking to you in person. Claire is outside, waiting.” “Fine. I better get my shoes on then.” Grabbing my hoodie and the most comfortable trainers I could find, I climbed into the car waiting for me outside. There were journalists waiting outside our front gate, like usual, so Claire used the discreet exit by the side of the house that always allowed me to get in and out without being hounded. It was a lot safer this way, as a lot of people would love to regress me… even if it most likely wouldn’t work thanks to my nanites. I must admit… I’ve gotten a bit cocky with the fact that these nanites blocked nearly all hypnosis and prevented any other nanites from affecting my body or mind. It sort of felt like I was invulnerable… and may have led to the conversations like the one I just had with the Prime Minister. “Hey kiddo…” Claire greeted me as I climbed into the car. “Hey Claire Bear…” She hated me calling her that. But that name had developed when she brought me a little stuffed bear as a present once. But hey, in my defence… I was in my baby headspace at the time and accidentally blurted it out. So for two weeks everyone called it her. Thankfully, for my safety, that name died out and so she didn’t have any reason to kill me anymore… though I still occasionally push her buttons and call her that when we’re alone together. Apparently that was a nickname her parents gave her when she was a kid, and she hated it. “Watch it… I can just as easily call off someone and get you some crawler nappies…” Claire grinned at me in the rear-view mirror. I zipped my mouth shut and smiled up at her. “Good girl.” She said as she started the car and drove off. “So… is Chris going to bite my head off too?” I asked as we drove down the streets towards my office. “Too? Who else has been having a go at you?” Claire said, in a very protective manner. “So that’s a yes then. And meh…” I sighed. “...Just the Prime Minister.” “For voting against his bill?” “Yeah…” “Figured. But good job.” “So why is Chris having a go at me? I thought he’d be happy I stood against it…” “Honestly, I have no idea. But he’s in a foul mood today, so be careful.” “Chris, in a mood? Honestly, I didn't even think that could be possible…” “You haven’t seen him when he’s pissed off? Lucky. Just… be careful, okay Liv?” “I’ll try.” “Close the door, please Claire?” Chris asked in a very soft tone. He didn’t sound pissed at all, he just sounded… lifeless. Like a robot. Claire did as he asked, leaving the two of us alone in my office, with him sitting down behind my desk… in my chair. “What’s up? Was told you wanted to spea…” “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, LIV?” He yelled directly at my face. “I… ugh… what?” I was in shock at how quickly his demeanour changed. I had never seen him this angry before. “Why are you making such a fucking scene in the commons? I thought you were more intelligent than that!” “But… I… I’m sorry… I’m a bit confused…” “Ugh… maybe I backed the wrong candidate. You are just a pants-shitting little after all…” “Oi! What the fuck?” I tried to argue back, but as soon as I did, he looked up at me and stared me in the eyes. “What are you doing, pissing off the Prime Minister like that? He’s been on my back for the past month, thanks to you!” “He… but he… he betrayed us!” I cried out. “And? It was obvious he would do that!” “It was?” “Yes! If you weren’t such a dumb fucking brat, and thought about the bigger picture for two minutes, you wouldn’t have committed such a colossal fuck up!” Chris was being such a dick at this point, I wanted to tell him to fuck off… but I was still a bit intimidated by his sudden anger. “I… but that bill!” “Was shit, yes. But it would have led to better things!” “How?” “It just would have!” “Chris, what the fuck? I’m literally the MP you and my party backed… but you’re not telling me your ‘bigger picture’? This is on you!” I argued. “I don’t need to explain myself. You’re clearly too much of a liability.” I wasn’t used to Chris talking to me like this, I was on the defensive right now and I didn’t know how to react or what to say. “How…?” “Just shut the fuck up, sit the fuck back, or else…” He warned me. “Or else what?” “Or else you’ll find yourself being adopted by Charlie instead of being married to her.” “Is that a threat?” I raised my eyebrow at him. “It’s a warning. You know it’s coming. They will call for it, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. From one friend to another… be careful who you piss off.” “‘Friend’? I thought we were… but clearly I need better friends…” I responded, making Chris’ eyes squint at me, as if he was ready to pounce at me and rip me to shreds. “Just be careful. This is your last warning. I can’t protect you forever. But maybe you’d be better off being an adopted little. You’re clearly not cut out for politics.” He said with a sigh, before standing up and walking around my desk, before stopping in the doorway as he opened the door. “Just… be careful, okay?” As he walked out, I heard him call over to Claire to give me a ride home. And as she walked in… she found me just standing there, in shock, unable to process any of this. ======================================================= 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! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories (or even have a chance at commissioning one when I add the tier for them!), why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! The basic tier gets early access and exclusive access to short stories (when they're written), higher tiers will be limited but get a short story each month (1-2 per month in total, also not yet running this tier yet, will announce when I'm starting!). Thank you to all my patrons for their support over the past couple of years! Seriously, your support meant the world to me, and I hope to be set up somewhere new soon. New chapters of Little in Love 2 every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. 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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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Chapter 15: Apology Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess “Charlie… I’m sorry.” I said, tears running down my face. I knew I needed to apologise for what I said… even if it was true, I may have been a little too harsh. I understood she was just trying to help but… “Please call me back when you get this. I’m worried.” Charlie had been gone all evening, and no one could get in touch with her. No one had seen her. Maybe she needed some time to herself… I had never spoken to her like that. Sure, we had had little spats here and there, what married couples don't… but this… this was different. I had called everyone, trying to see if anyone could get in touch with her, but no one had seen her or talked to her for hours, ever since she walked out the door. During those hours, I had had many calls and texts from Chris, my colleagues, and a bunch of my friends. And the reactions to my outburst earlier today were… mixed. My friends were scared for me, but overall supportive and proud of what I did. But it was clear the views of littles and Amazons were still very much different here. Eve and Malcolm both admonished me for risking everything, scared that I had done something I couldn’t take back. But then my little friends were very supportive and proud of what I did, saying that if anything… I didn’t go far enough. Which just cemented my belief that… well… that Amazons will never understand. They’ll never get what we go through. So I can’t rely on their opinion. Despite being allies, they were still conditioned growing up to see littles as nothing more than babies or toys. And that conditioning can still influence you, even if you overcome most of it. So I focused on the opinions of my little friends more than my Amazon ones. Chris and my colleagues however… They were not happy. I would have thought Chris would be proud of me at least, but he’s become very much a ‘don’t rock the boat’ kind of guy lately, opting for gradual change rather than a drastic one. He just yelled at me for about ten minutes, warning me that if I continue, I’ll lose the support of LIBRA, and more importantly… him. Whereas my colleagues mostly just teased me. A couple, Jacob included, were concerned for me, telling me to be careful, that the Prime Minister now has me in their sights, and I better watch what I do from now on, to which I responded with ‘okay, sure’. Of course I was lying through my teeth, I wasn’t going to back down now. This was too important. I was also told by multiple people not to turn the TV on or look at social media, as the very anti-little press was tearing me to shreds, calling for my adoption. The Prime Minister had apparently assured them that wasn’t necessary, that I was being punished for my childish outburst, which of course led to jokes about spankings and timeouts. So I did the sensible thing and resisted the urge to turn on the TV or check the internet, instead opting to watch some movies on the sofa whilst I waited for Charlie to come home. Not that I could focus on the movies, I was too worried about Charlie right now. Then around 9pm… the front door opened. Jumping up, out of my seat, I looked over the back of the sofa towards the front door, to see Charlie, walking in, hanging up her jacket, and taking her shoes off. “Charlie… I…” “It’s okay baby. Sorry I’m late. The meeting went on a bit longer than I expected, and I couldn’t check my phone. We went for a few drinks and we discussed a deal.” “I… I’m sorry. For what I said earlier.” “No, I’m sorry. For not listening. I thought a lot about what you said, and I understand a bit more now. I’m the one who should be sorry.” She said, walking over and sitting down next to me once again, patting her lap, signalling for me to climb on. Without a moment’s hesitation I rushed onto her lap and wrapped my arms around her huge body, squeezing as best I could. “I missed you. I was so worried… I called everyone…” “Aww baby, did you miss your Mummy?” She purred into my ear, making me blush in an instant. “Uh… uh huh…” I mumbled as I buried my face into her chest, melting at the mere sound of her voice. “That’s okay. You’ve had a stressful day. Why don’t we forget about my work, about your work, about everything… and have some Mummy/Baby time?” “Is… is that a good idea?” I asked, pulling my head out from between her boobs. After what happened to Amber… this just felt… weird now. “You need it, sweetheart. You’re stressed, you need a break from being an adult. So let Mummy take care of you. We’ll get you wrapped into a nice thick nappy, then get you all snuggled up on the sofa with me.” “Can… Can we order takeaway?” I asked, realising I was too focused on getting in touch with Charlie and all my friends talking to me to actually eat something. I was starving at this point. “Of course we can. Whatever you want.” “What about… everything going on though…? My suspension, your meeting… everything…” “We can talk about that tomorrow. We’ve both had a stressful day, let’s just enjoy tonight, okay baby?” Charlie said in that soft, sweet voice of hers that just makes me melt instantly. I blushed and nodded. “Come on then, Princess, let’s go get you into a nice thick nappy and get you snuggled up with me. Then we’ll order some food. I think there’s a few places still open at this time.” And so the rest of the night consisted of me snuggling up with Charlie, after eating what felt like my body weight in Indian food, whilst wrapped up in a thick nappy and a cute little tee that barely covered my tummy, and with my hair up in cute little buns. Suckling on a bottle of milk Charlie had prepared for me, I laid back into her chest and felt… at peace. These moments were few and fleeting lately, so I had learned to make the most of them whilst I could. Between Charlie’s writing, my work in parliament, and our awkward schedules… we didn’t have much time for this. “You okay baby?” Charlie whispered down to me. “Uh huh!” I said, taking the teat out of my mouth and looking up at her. “Are you enjoying your baba?” “Uh huh!” “Do you… umm… want to try…” “Try what, Mummy?” “Try… nursing again?” “I mean… we could… You’ve still got those pills from Eve, right?” “I do. I could just pop one of those and get you snuggled up in my lap like we used to…” “I’d… I’d like dat. Pwease.” I loved nursing. It was one of my favourite things in the world. But even with Eve’s amazing medication she made that makes it so Charlie can safely feed me, we haven’t really done it in a while. Charlie still produces milk, she can’t just turn that on or off… but she’s been pumping in private and disposing of the milk. So for her to suggest it again… well of course I’m not going to turn it down! “Okay then baby, you sit on the sofa for a minute whilst I go take the pills. I’ll be right back, cupcake.” Charlie said, sliding me off her lap onto the sofa, smiling at me and making my heart melt for the billionth time. All I could do was nod and smile up at her. And watch her walk away. And think to myself how lucky I was to be married to that gorgeous Goddess. A few minutes later, Charlie walked in, wearing her comfortable jeans and a low cut camisole that showed off her nursing bra that I hadn’t seen in a while. Inside I was giddy and jumping up and down, whilst externally I was trying my best to hold in my excitement. “Ready baby?” Charlie asked, plopping herself down on the sofa next to me and grabbing me, sliding me backwards over onto her lap and leaning me back into a comfortable position. I didn’t say a word. I was ready. So I nodded and squirmed as she smiled down at me, slowly pulling her top down, showing the beautiful lavender nursing bra, before pulling down one of the cups, revealing her breast. And without a moment’s hesitation… I quickly latched on and began nursing. The sweet ambrosia flowed into my mouth, making every nerve in my body dance in ecstasy, as I suckled hungrily at her breast. I missed this. ‘GOD, this tastes amazing…’ I thought to myself as Charlie began to gently hum, rocking me ever so slightly. I could tell she was enjoying this just as much as I was, she always seemed so at peace when she nurses. “My sweet little angel. Don’t you worry about a thing for now. You just fill that little tummy of yours and relax.” She whispered down to me. I didn’t need telling twice. I forgot how good this was! It was better than anything I had ever tasted in my life, and I missed it so much! I finished on one side, so Charlie repositioned me on the other, and I continued nursing, happily feeding and feeling a calmness wash over my body. I wish I could do this forever. Never have to stop. Just… just… Suddenly something erupted in the back of my nappy and I felt it grow warmer… and fuller… “Oh baby… that’s okay. We’ll clean you up after you’ve finished, okay poppet?” Mummy said as she stroked my hair. I filled my nappy, not caring about it, as Mummy would take care of that. I just wanted to nurse right now, so why worry about anything else? All I need is Mummy’s milk. Her amazing… euphoric… ‘Wait… no… this…’ My eyes were getting heavy. My body was getting heavy. But I didn’t care. I was happy, here, with Mummy. Then finally my eyes shut and I quickly drifted off into a blissful slumber. I jolted awake, finding myself in my crib as the morning sun shone through the gap in the curtains. The bars were up and I was dressed in my pyjama top and nappy. “I…” ‘What… What happened last night?’ I thought to myself. ‘I was nursing and then…’ Looking down, I saw a very soggy nappy between my legs. And from the smell and the feeling in the back of my nappy… a messy one too. “CHARLIE?” I yelled. I heard heavy footsteps walk up the stairs and down the landing, towards the nursery, before a familiar face popped itself in and smiled. “Hey baby, I see someone finally woke up!” “Charlie… What happened?” I asked, panicking. “What do you mean?” She asked, confused, as she walked over to the crib and leant on the railing with both her arms, looking down at me. “What happened last night?” “I nursed you, you fell asleep, I changed you and thought you’d want to sleep in your crib. Why?” “I… Charlie… Did you take the pills?” “Yeah, why?” She asked, innocently. “Because… that wasn’t like last time.” “What do you mean, baby?” “That tasted just like it did… it… it did things…” “Wait…” Her face dropped all of a sudden, turning serious. “Did you…?” “Mess myself and get addicted to the taste, unable to stop nursing? Yes.” I replied. The dread on Charlie’s face said it all. She had no idea. “I… I thought you were just so lost in your little headspace… with the accident and…” “I’m messy again this morning…” “Oh shit… I promise, I took the pills last night!” “So what, they don’t work anymore?” “Maybe? Or maybe it was counteracted by something we ate or drank last night? We’ve never had Indian food the same night I nursed you… maybe something in that cancelled it out?” “Oh shit…” “I think we need to stop nursing then, baby…” Charlie said as she carefully reached down and picked me up, lifting me out of my crib and carrying me over to the changing table for a much needed change. Laying me on my back, she reached down to pick up the supplies she needed, before popping back up. “But… I want to nurse…” I whined, feeling the cravings come back as I stared at her breasts. “Baby… we can’t risk it. We’ll have to talk to Eve.” “But Mummmyyyyy…” “No. Sweetie, we can’t take the risk.” I knew she was right, but right now all I wanted was to nurse. I was addicted again. “Hmph!” “I know, my pouty Princess, but let me talk to Eve first. I’ve got a meeting in a couple of hours, I can call in on the way home and see what she thinks the issue is. I’m hoping it’s just the food we ate, and not me building a tolerance to the medication.” “Another meeting?” “Yes sweetheart. But don’t worry, I won’t be long. I’ll pop you in your playpen and let you play with your toys for an hour or so.” “Wait so…” “Well you’re going to need those nappies for a few days, thanks to the milk, and you’ve been dealing with a lot of stress lately. And now that you’re suspended… You can just stay home and have fun playing! Okay petal?” She was right. It did relax me, and I needed to de-stress. “Otay, Mummy!” I responded in my most babyish way possible. “Think you can be a good girl for me whilst I’m gone, or do I need to call a babysitter?” She smirked at me as she finished cleaning me up and taping up the thick crawler nappy between my legs. “Uh huh! I’m super duper good!” I grinned back at her. “Yes you are! My super duper good little girl!” Mummy said, making me blush instantly. “Why the crawler nappies then… Mummy?” “Because you practically filled the last nappy, sweetpea. You need something with a bit more thickness after that milk.” “Fine… buh you gotta carry me downstairs.” “Of course, my little Princess.” Charlie said, reaching down and blowing a raspberry on my vulnerable tummy, making me giggle just like the baby I looked like. ======================================================= 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. 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Chapter 14: Rebellion Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess “Thank you for passing to me, my right honourable friend.” I said, trying to follow the proper conduct. Or at least what I thought was the proper conduct anyway. Having never spoken in all my time here, I was mostly using a combination of what I learnt from watching others here, my assistant trying to teach me just how the Commons works, and what I had seen on TV in the past. But at the same time… I just didn’t care. I was very close to just screaming at all these arseholes… arseholes who had created this world we live in where us littles are second class citizens. Clenching my fist and taking a deep breath, I looked out at the many faces all staring at me, all with mixtures of disgust and pity. None of them believe I should have even been allowed to run, let alone hold this seat. But the people have spoken. They wanted me here. And I’m sure Amber… I’m sure Amber would want me here right now… I looked up to see the camera panning over to me, the one broadcasting today’s sessions out onto the internet and onto various TV channels. Not only did I have the eyes and ears of my ‘colleagues’, but also everyone watching out there. Sure, I had no idea just how many people were watching, but even if it was only a few, I needed to do this. “I’d like to start off by saying that I am very thankful to the public for allowing me a seat here, for allowing me to help all littles out there, to allow me to improve lives and repair the rift between Amazon and little.” A few from the conservative party snickered at this, whispering to themselves. And thankfully, despite not caring about what I had to say, the speaker quickly admonished them and allowed me to continue. “I always pictured the first time I’d stand up here to speak as the time I would introduce the littles equality bill that a large number of us have been working on.” More snickering from the backbenches, including my own party this time. “But I was saddened to see, during my time here, that my party does not give a SHIT about littles.” The commons gasped at the outburst and use of foul language. But fuck this. Decorum went straight out the window when my friend’s brain was wiped. “Miss Clarke… this is your one and only warning. We will not allow…” The Speaker turned to admonish me. “You all look at me, with these condescending faces, and see a baby. A lot of Amazons do. But compare my achievements to that of yourselves. And I’m talking to all parties here. I ran my own business. I married a successful Amazon woman, whom I love with all my heart. I graduated university and made it to this age without having my brain turned to mush. I helped countless littles from abusive adoptions…” I quickly realised I shouldn’t have said that last bit… but I was on a roll, so I continued. “...I won the election for my party… and what did they do? They gave me a position that has no power for change, they ignore the will of the people who voted for them, and they betray every single little who risked their lives to go out and vote for them. You could see the worried face of the Prime Minister and the rest of the cabinet as they all stared at me and frantically started whispering to each other. “That’s right, it was that much of a risk for littles to go out and vote. It’s a risk for any little to do ANYTHING these days. We could accomplish more than any of you… and yet you still see us as babies. All because you happened to have been born taller than us. But you know what? Height isn’t everything. I’ve known littles worth ten of you.” That’s when the tears started forming in the corners of my eyes. “One of whom… one of whom went through so much in her life. Adopted in her early adult years, she was forced to be someone’s little plaything all because that Amazon happened to have controlling and abusive friends. Forced to wear nappies and suck a dummy. Forced to mess herself and watch her entire life crumble around her. Imagine another race of people came to this country, ones twice as big as you… imagine them thinking you’re all babies to them. Imagine losing everything you worked hard for, every bit of progress in your life… losing your entire life and your mind itself… all because someone bigger than you thought you’d be cuter in nappies.” I could see the embarrassed face of my colleagues as I ranted, which just fueled my anger. “Now… my friend… she managed to get out of that abusive situation. Thanks to my wonderful wife, we helped her and her adoptive Amazon mother get out from under the thumb of their abusive friends. And over time, that friend of mine potty trained, learned to be an adult again, got treated like an equal by her adoptive mother-turned roommate. And once she got her adult status back, became a successful chef at that same Amazon’s restaurant. She made something of her life, despite having years of her life taken away from her. Now she sits in a hospital, shi… messing herself… babbling and sucking her thumb. And I bet you’re thinking ‘Oh she must have messed up, proved she’s just a baby’. Well no. She didn’t. She didn’t do anything wrong. You want to know why her whole identity and personality got erased and replaced by a baby? Because those abusive friends of hers from before decided that they’d get some revenge finally, and used the new brute force technique on her.” Some colleagues giggled, and I wanted to dash over and punch them in the face… but I held in my rage right now and continued. At least some colleagues were starting to look empathetic. “So now my friend is gone. She’s dead. Replaced by an adult baby I don’t know. All because of some Amazon’s petty grievances. Now… Do any of you think that’s fair? Imagine your husband or wife… or your best friend… or your children… imagine they had their minds erased, just like my friend did. And all because someone taller than you had an issue with you or even with someone close to you. But I bet you can’t. Because you’re all privileged arseholes with no moral compass, all guided by your ridiculous physiology.” I could see the speaker had whispered to someone, so no doubt after my last use of foul language, I was to be escorted out any moment, so I had to make every second count. “I have no hope for the opposition to stand up for what’s right. You don’t care about other Amazons, let alone littles. You have no humanity, no empathy, no compassion. You’re selfish and greedy and have only hate in your hearts. No… what hurts most is that MY PARTY is just as selfish and greedy as you. They use us littles to win the election, then betray us all by voting for these ridiculous bills giving adoption centres of all places MORE POWER TO ABUSE US. WE ARE SUFFERING, WE ARE BEING HUNTED, WE ARE DYING. ALL BECAUSE YOU WON’T STAND UP FOR WHAT IS RIGHT. THE PUBLIC KNOWS THIS. AND DON’T THINK THEY WILL ALLOW YOU TO DO THIS FOR MUCH LONGER!” As two security guards picked me up from my seat at the back of the room, the Prime Minister looked furious, before taking a deep breath and standing up, taking the stand by the centre of the room. “Looks like she just needs a nap and maybe a change…” He joked, trying to brush off my outburst. And I swore to myself… that man will not keep his position if it’s the last thing I do. --------------------------------------------------------------------- “OLIVIA! WHAT WAS THAT?” Charlie yelled at me as I walked through the front door to our home, throwing my bag off to the side and slipping my shoes off. I shrugged and walked off into the living room, before collapsing on the sofa, laying back and looking up at the ceiling. Charlie followed me in from the hallway and swatted my legs to move them out of the way so she could sit down. So I sat up, leaning against the arm rest as my wife sat down and sighed. “I know what happened to Amber was…” “She’s dead.” I snapped back at her. “No she’s not, she’s just…” “Her mind is gone. Completely. And not in any way that Eve could fix.” “You don’t know that! Zoey was a lost cause at one point, right?” “Yes, but this new technique they’re using… it… it could take years, or even a lifetime, to fix.” “Give Eve some time. She’s been working her arse off trying to figure this out. What we don’t need are little outbursts like…” “Like what? Like my little ‘tantrum’ in the commons today? The one that ‘the whole country saw’? Yeah, don’t worry, the Prime Minister and the rest of the cabinet made sure to yell at me plenty afterwards. Threatened me with a diagnosis of maturosis.” “They WHAT?” Charlie suddenly looked furious. “Don’t worry, I just won’t be showing up to any more sessions for a little while whilst I’m suspended…” “Suspended? I guess that was to be expected… Liv… I know you’re upset, but you can’t do that. You can’t…” “Why not?” I said, looking her dead in the eyes. Charlie and I were usually on the same wavelength, but right now… she… she wasn’t on my side and it hurt. “Because it endangers you! It threatens our relationship! I don’t know what I’d do if I lost my wife…” “Like Gwen lost Amber?” “I know, but that’s not the same, they were just friends.” “So? Amber lost her mind. There should be public outcry. There should be protests and people demanding action from the government. The same government I’m supposedly a part of! I have never felt so powerless before! Even before we were married I never felt this powerless.” “I know it must be frustrating…” “FRUSTRATING? I’m FURIOUS! My friend is basically dead. My party doesn't care about me or my people. You wouldn’t understand, you’re just an Ama…” “An Amazon? I know.” Charlie sighed. “I can empathise all I want, but I won’t ever feel the fear you and other littles do. That’s why I try to be the best ally I can be. But when it comes to you… I can’t risk losing you, babe.” “And what if my party continues giving more powers to basically enslave littles, just like the other countries did? What happens to our marriage then? What happens to me?” “It won’t…” “Don’t finish that sentence. Because that’s what they said in other countries, and look at the direction they went. If we don’t call out the bullshit now…” “Language…” “Fuck off, Charlie.” I… couldn’t believe I had just said that. Not once had I spoken to her like that. And she… she looked… betrayed. “I… I’m going to go. I’ve got a meeting soon. Potential publisher wants to talk to me. I’ll… talk to you later…” She replied, sounding like she was about to cry. “No, Charlie, I…” I reached up with my hand to grab her, but she ignored me and stood up, walked into the hall, grabbed her bag along the way, and left the house. I fucked up. I knew I fucked up. But… she doesn’t understand. Maybe I could’ve been more gentle… but Amazons don’t understand what we go through as littles. They don’t understand the fear, the sadness… the hopelessness… we face as littles trying to get by in this rigged society. It’s why I had my little ‘tantrum’. Amazons needed to wake the fuck up and realise the damage they are causing. Even our ‘allies’ need to wake the fuck up. We need them to actually stand up for us, because otherwise we’ll never be taken seriously. Otherwise… we’ll slowly but surely have our rights taken away and eventually we’ll ALL be in nurseries, shitting ourselves. And I won’t allow that. I’ve got two weeks to work on a plan for what to do. I need to get this Littles Equality Act draft finalised and ready to propose. I need to call on whatever allies I can. I need to get the message out there. Today was just the start. Amazons are going to be brought into an equal society… …Kicking and screaming if needs be. ======================================================= 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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Chapter 13: Tragedy Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess “Amber… but… what? When? WHY?” I asked as Charlie placed me on the ground and collapsed to the floor, finally bursting into tears. Amber… our friend Amber, who had been living with and working with Charlie’s Amazon friend, Gwen, who had been legally declared an adult after all the tough loopholes she had to jump through just to get her ‘adult’ status back… after becoming a chef in Gwen’s restaurant… she was… taken? “Gwen called me an hour ago.” Charlie replied, in between sobs. “Why didn’t you call me then?” “Because I didn’t want to burden you… plus there was nothing you could do… however there was something I could do…” “Charlie… What did you do? Who took her?” “Cat. My old friend Cat. The one who I warned…” “...Never to go after any of us, because you would destroy her…” I interrupted. “Exactly. So I went to pay her a visit…” “...What happened?” I asked, slightly worried about the answer I was about to receive. “She… well she lost Mason… through her own actions…” “Lost…?” “He… he passed away…” Mason was fully regressed when I met him, adopted by Cat. Maybe Eve could have saved him and reversed the effects… but there was no way Cat was giving him up. She was a spiteful, vindictive bitch who liked to lord over those ‘lesser’ than her. If Charlie hadn’t threatened her that time we visited her house… I’d probably be regressed myself. It was heartbreaking to see him as a mindless baby that one time… but to hear that he had passed away? I wanted Cat to pay. And now she’s apparently taken Amber, one of my closest friends… “So she took Amber. To fill the hole Mason left… and to get back at Gwen for betraying her…” Charlie said, interrupting my thoughts. “But what about your threat?” “She didn’t care. She was distraught at the loss of Mason, weirdly enough, so she didn’t care about the consequences. She just wanted to hurt Gwen and myself…” “That’s okay… we can just get Amber back… reverse whatever Cat did to her…” “I already paid Cat a visit.” Charlie’s tears still hadn’t stopped as she sobbed her way through each sentence. “Oh? And what happened?” “She… won’t be bothering any of us again. She’ll be spending her time behind bars from now on.” “So Amber…” “We got her back. But…” Charlie sighed, standing up and grabbing my hand, “Come with me, sweetie.” I followed Charlie into a spare office room we had, one that was used as a sort of private waiting room, and as soon as the door opened, I saw Gwen crying her eyes out, clutching her head, bent over on the sofa. And on the floor… …Was Amber. Drool ran down her chin as she clapped two blocks together. Her hair was up in pigtails and she wore a pink dress that barely covered the thick nappy she had strapped around her waist. Little padded booties covered her feet and a large pink dummy was lodged in her mouth as she looked up at me and giggled. “...Amber?” I called out, walking slowly over to her. She… she didn’t recognise me. She just looked at me. Her dead eyes looked at me like I was just another person as she clapped her blocks again. Gwen looked up and wiped her tears away, sniffling. “...Olivia?” “What… is she…?” I replied. “Fully regressed. Cat really wanted to get back at me…” You could hear the anger in Gwen’s voice when talking about Cat. And honestly… I was feeling very much the same right now. “If we get her to Eve…” “Already been…” Charlie interrupted, placing her hand on my shoulder. “What did she say?” “Cat ‘brute forced’ her mind.” “So she…” “There’s no fixing her…” Charlie and Gwen both exploded into more tears. …And I collapsed to the floor, the pit in my chest overwhelming me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to scream at the world, at Cat, at every Amazon who does shit like this to us. I wanted to scream at my party, at the whole political system. I wanted to scream at whoever came up with this shit that took away my friend’s mind. “Liv… are you okay?” Charlie asked softly, as she lifted me up onto her lap. “I…” “Is there really nothing we can do for Amber?” Gwen asked, a tiny bit of hope still left in her voice. “Maybe Eve develops a way to reverse the effects of this new regression. But the problem is… we don’t know how long that will take. It took her a long time to develop her current methods and her nanites. It could take a few weeks, a few months… or even years.” Charlie explained. “So…” You could see the spark of hope fade from Gwen’s eyes as she looked back down at her friend. “I…” I couldn’t say anything. It was like I tried to form words… but they just vanished. My heart was wrenching at the sight of my friend regressed like this. She didn’t want this life. She didn’t like the baby stuff like me and some of my other little friends. She was making something of her life… and now… and now this… “Liv..?” Charlie tried again, but to no avail. My head was swirling like a vortex. Every time I tried to focus on something, or try to say something… it just got sucked in and vanished. I was too overwhelmed by emotions right now, and I didn’t know what to do. “Eve did say she’d take Amber in and care for her, whilst trying to fix her… maybe we should get her back…” Charlie suggested. “What if I adopted her?” Gwen replied, shocking Charlie. “You… want to adopt her again?” “If it keeps her safe… I can’t stand the idea of her being adopted by anyone else. She trusted me… Which was special, as she didn’t trust many Amazons.” “We can discuss that when we take her back to the hospital. Gwen, why don’t you grab her changing bag and I’ll take Amber. Liv… are you coming with us?” “I…” “Liv… sweetie… are you okay?” Charlie was sounding really worried now as I just sat there, staring at my former friend playing with blocks and chewing on her booties. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. “Oh hey Sophie… what’s up?” Charlie asked, turning around to face the door. “Is… everything okay?” “Yeah… What’s up?” My wife answered. “Umm… Liv needs to get ready now…” “Ready for…?” “She’s due at the House of Commons for this afternoon’s session…” “Oh… can she cancel? We’re kind of dealing with a personal issue right now…” The vortex within stopped. The thoughts started arranging once again and I found the words that were missing. “I’ll be out in a minute, Sophie.” I finally spoke up. Sophie nodded and left the room, closing the door softly as she left. “Liv… are you sure? You should really take the day…” “I’m fine. I need to go.” I replied to Charlie, standing up and straightening my clothes. “Why?” “...I have a few things to say.” Charlie had pleaded with me not to do anything stupid. Especially with my headspace as it is right now, especially with the emotions that are surging within me. But I toned her out. I assured her I was okay. I promised I wouldn’t do anything stupid. She should have made me pinky promise. So whilst Charlie took Amber and Gwen back to the hospital, I walked into the House of Commons and took my seat amongst the Amazons surrounding me. It was like this every time we had a session, being the only little ever elected meant that I was surrounded by people who most likely wanted to adopt me. Thankfully, they can’t do anything inside the building, and I have security to escort me to and from the building, so despite being surrounded by Amazons… I was probably the safest I’ve ever been right now. Normally, with these sessions, all the Amazons get up to speak, some of them make a snide comment about me, usually saying I belong in a creche and not the commons, and they discuss the business of the day. Votes happen, debates are had, and I stay silent in my seat, not wanting to rock the boat. And today, they were discussing adoption centres and the powers they have. The opposition party, which is now the previous government, had put forward a bill trying to expand the rights adoptions centres have, trying to make it even more difficult for littles to live their lives without harassment or threats. And of course… my party was actually in favour of voting for this piece of shit bill. And… as usual… my job was to sit back, take whatever insults and jabs they throw at me, and be a good little girl… …Not today. I had to time it right. You’re only allowed to speak when your allotted time is. Everyone has their chance to speak, provided they are down has having a chance to speak. I… wasn’t. I never was. My role was a cute little mascot on the backbenches, despite being a minister. So I hadn’t put myself down to speak. But… a speaking member can pass their time to you if you’re careful, whilst they’re talking. Now if I tried this with any other Amazon in my party, they’d just look at me like I was crazy and not pass their time over to me, but one of my only friends in the party, someone who was actually progressive towards equality for littles, was speaking. And I knew he would pass his time if I asked. I wanted to forgo the whole system. This whole ‘allotted time’ thing was bullshit, but I guess it allowed people to have ten minutes to put whatever point they wanted to make across. And with the mood I’m in… I definitely wanted to interrupt everything and everyone, every single shitty comment they made about how adoption centres are ‘good for littles’, how ‘they find littles good homes’... basically all the bullshit lies they love spreading. Adoption centres are hellholes. They’re slave markets. And if I had my way… they’d all be shut down. But no, I needed to play by their rules, otherwise I’d just be silenced and kicked out. And no doubt they’d see this as an excuse to diagnose me with maturosis and get me adopted. So I waited… enduring the constant belittling of my kind, trying my best to grit my teeth through the whole ordeal. Multiple jokes were thrown my way, and I just stared at them until they backed down. Until… It was Jacob’s turn. Jacob was my only ally in the party. He was the only one who saw me as a colleague, as an equal. The only one who spoke up about how our party turned their backs on littles as soon as we won them the election. But being a backbencher, he had no power or voice really. But now… he was going to help me bring it all down. “Good afternoon…” Jacob started, standing up in front of the room full of stuffy old politicians, many of whom probably adopted littles themselves, maybe even from the adoption centres they’re now backing. “I wanted to make a few things clea…” Before he could continue, I jumped up onto my seat, standing up on top of it so that the speaker of the house could see me, and threw my hand up into the air to really make sure he saw me. I knew it wasn’t proper decorum here, usually you’d just half stand or stand, but as a little, in a sea of Amazons, I needed that little bit extra to make myself obvious. “I… umm…” The speaker looked dumbfounded, like he never expected me to do this… well… ever. This caught Jacob’s attention, who turned around and saw me. Our eyes locked onto each other and I gave my best ‘please give your time to me now, it’s important’ expression. He looked over at the Prime Minister, who clearly wasn’t impressed and shook his head. It must have been made clear to everyone not to ever let me speak… which might I say is absolute bullshit, but thankfully Jacob didn’t care about the PM, so he looked at the speaker and smiled. “I bide my time to my right honourable friend, Miss Clarke.” Jacob said loudly, in spite of the Prime Minister’s death stare. ======================================================= Don't forget that the Infernum Infantem Christmas special was posted just before New Year, if you've not already read it! 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. 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Chapter 12: Another Day at the Office Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess “Miss Clarke, I beg you… please help.” The little across the desk from me pleaded as tears ran down her face. I wanted to help. I wanted to fix things for her… but legally she was screwed. I even had my legal team look over her contract with her landlord, and he had every right to kick her out. And if she doesn’t leave… he has every right to either adopt her himself or shove her in an adoption centre. It was legally binding, and she hadn’t read the small print. This is how a lot of Amazons work… They don’t want to appear as barbaric as the ones who just steal littles off the street and adopt them… they work insidiously to cause a little’s downfall. Whether that’s through self sabotage or legal loopholes… a large portion of adoptions are because a little couldn’t pay rent on time, or failed to clock in at work, or as Ellie had experienced previously… couldn’t handle the pressures of work. I wanted to tell this woman that it was going to be okay, that she’d be safe from adoption… but it was now seven months since my party came into power and they still had no plan for how to improve the lives of littles. I, of course, as Minister for Littles, had given them many suggestions, both minor and major, all backed up with evidence and opinion polls and everything, as to how to improve lives for us. But it had all been ignored. They didn’t care. They humoured me in cabinet meetings by letting me present things, but they didn’t care about what I had to say. I could hear them all talking about me behind their backs, about how I’m just a ‘mascot’ for them to win the littles vote, how I should be in a nappy on their laps as they did the ‘big, grown up stuff’. I, of course, told Charlie about this, to which she replied, and I quote, she ‘will shove their heads so far up…’... okay maybe I won’t quote what she said after all, it was rather graphic. Sadly, there was nothing my wife could do. And apparently there was nothing Chris could do either. As head of LIBRA, I thought he’d have my back. But all he told me was to ‘not rock the boat’. It was always ‘don’t rock the boat, Liv…’ or ‘I’m sure they’ll come around sooner or later…’, all whilst he met privately with the leaders of my party. I have no idea what they met about, but it was always a handful of them and I was never invited. I figured Chris just had a plan, trying to win them over over a period of time, and then maybe, when they’re finally ready, they’ll look to me for guidance on how to improve little’s lives. But at this rate… it wasn’t looking hopeful. “I’m sorry, Miss Ackers, but both myself and my legal team have looked into your contract… and I’m afraid there isn’t anything you can do. You’ll have to leave the premises by tomorrow midday or risk being sent to an adoption centre.” I explained to the crying woman. “But… that… that’s not fair!” She cried out. “It’s not. And I wish I could do more to help you keep your place. But…” That’s when her face lit up. There. That little spark of hope. That’s what I hope to bring to everyone, on a much larger scale… one day. “Yes?” “I can find you a new place.” “But that…” “One that is littles only, and has 24/7 security.” “Oh… umm… I couldn’t afford that… not with my salary…” “Don’t worry about that. I know the landlord. We’ll work something out. I promise you, it’ll be better for you.” “But… what about…” “About what?” I asked. “What about my landlord? No doubt he’s going to try…” “To adopt you anyway? Oh that’s most likely the case. That’s why I’m going to send an Amazon friend of mine with you, for safety and protection. She’ll help you gather your things and transport them to your new apartment.” “You… Why are you helping me so much? Your party aren’t exactly popular with littles these days... I even risked voting for you!” Her words cut through me and I knew she wasn’t attacking me personally, as it was my party that had betrayed our trust… but it still felt personal. “Because I know how scary stuff like this can be. Especially when an Amazon has their sights set on you. And because I wanted this job so I could help people like you and me. I wish I could do more…” “I saw that your party has backtracked on all its pledges for helping littles…” She commented, sighing. “...Yeah. That’s why I’m working extra hard to help individual littles. That's all I can do really. So please, let me help you now.” “Okay… and you trust this Amazon?” “With my life. Now… I need to make a few calls to get all this sorted, do you mind waiting out in the waiting room? I don’t want you going back to your apartment without my security.” “T… thank you, Mrs Clarke…” The little got out of her seat, and she seemed more… at ease. When she first came in, she was a nervous wreck. Visibly shaking, tears rolling down her cheeks… she could barely get a few sentences out at first. Now she walked out more confidently, wiping the tears from her cheek, and smiling at me. Now though… Now I’m going to have to beg Chris for an apartment in one of his buildings. I just hoped one was free. And Miss Ackers wasn’t wrong… with her salary, she wouldn’t be able to afford it. I know Chris is lenient when it comes to rent, he’s trying to help after all, but even then it’s not a charity. Though it fucking should be… That’s okay though, if I need to, I’ll help with her rent. I know I shouldn’t… but Charlie and I have enough wealth, what’s a tiny bit of rent for a while, until she gets back on her feet? I was this close to offering Miss Ackers a room in our house… but I had to be sensible and not just listen to my heart for once. I’m also going to have to ask Claire for a favour. Miss Ackers will most likely be adopted on sight, unless Claire goes with her. No idea if she’ll play the ‘newly adopted’ angle, or just straight up stand up to the landlord… but I know she’ll get the job done, she’ll keep Miss Ackers safe and unadopted. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Yes sir, I understand. And I also understand time is of the essence.” Another heart wrenching problem had walked into my office that I had seen far too many times since I took this position. “But they’re going to wipe my wife’s mind! She’ll no longer be herself! She’ll be…” My heart hurts not only from the pain in this man’s voice, but also from the memories of being regressed myself. So I was determined to do whatever I could for his wife… Mr Robertson’s wife had been taken from a clothing store in the city centre, after what was clearly an elaborate setup by Amazons to adopt her. It happened yesterday, late in the afternoon, and as usual… The police had no intention of helping. To them, it was a ‘legal adoption’, the type of ‘legal adoption’ I wanted to outlaw. And if it wasn’t for my party backtracking on their promises, maybe this woman would have found more sympathy from the authorities. Or maybe they’re all just arseholes who want to lord their power over the repressed. I wouldn’t put it past them… That’s why Mr Robertson came to me. With LIBRA trying to be all ‘good and proper’ in the public eye, trying to maintain a positive public image, and with me and my team all retired… there was no one left to save poor Mrs Robertson. Coming to his local MP was his last option. “I know, Mr Robertson, but I need to know everything you know. And I mean everything. What they looked like, their voices, everything.” “I… but why? Why would that help?” “Because… I may be able to talk to some people who may be able to assist her…” His face lit up. I didn’t want his face to do that. I didn’t want to bring him hope when there wasn’t any. Sure, I could call the old team back together, but we hadn’t worked a job like this in a long time, and I’m not even sure some of us have the time free to do this. But I had to try. I couldn’t let this poor woman suffer because of some dickhead Amazons who I stupidly aligned myself with. If I call a few of the team, try and devise a plan, whilst also trying to find out who took the wife and where they took her…. Maybe… maybe we could get there before they do too much damage. Because with any positive advancement in this world… there’s always a backlash. For example… word of Eve’s treatment got out not too long after the hospital opened. Her amazing ability to revert the regression process, and in most cases fix any littles who had been regressed, even those to the point where their minds were wiped, as was the case with Zoey, was public knowledge now. So of course when certain Amazon groups got wind of this, they stepped up their game. Cases of littles being taken off the streets and had some kind of ‘brute force’ regression, a kind that doesn’t worm its way into their mind like normal hypnosis and nanites, have been popping up everywhere. And the worst part… is that it leaves the little even worse than if they had been subjected to normal hypnosis or nanites. This ‘brute force’ technique as it has been coined… it leaves nothing left of the little. Like… nothing at all. It even started scaring me, as I wasn’t even sure that Faith’s nanites could protect me from it. So I’ve been extra careful in my day to day life. And if Mrs Robertson has been subjected to that… I’m not sure Eve will be able to fix her. Thankfully, days later, with assistance from most of my team, we managed to get Mrs Robertson back from her ‘adopters’. Turns out some Amazon family had taken her. She was a teacher, and one of her Amazon students thought it would be funny to have her as his baby, so the student talked his parents into adopting her. No brute force regression, thankfully, but she had endured enough that she spent a week recovering at Eve’s hospital. The Robertsons sent lots of flowers and thank you notes, which I appreciated. I was getting quite the pile of them at his point, as I had on average about three littles a day coming into my office, asking for help with various things. From legal troubles, to adoption threats, though thankfully only one actual adoption attempt. It was a lot to deal with, getting to see every little that walked in fearing for their lives. It was heartbreaking, watching the face of despair as I told some of them that I couldn’t help… that no one could help. Sure… I’d end up helping anyway, but legally I couldn’t tell them that, as I had to use a few of my team for some… assistance. It had been months now of this, and it was wearing me down, day by day, until I was ready to scream. I was ready to scream my little heart out at every Amazon who caused this pain… this despair… this hopelessness. Even Charlie could see it on my face when I’d get home from work, and she’d try to cheer me up… but it was getting harder to pretend to be okay. Things needed to change. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Olivia?” I looked up from my work to see Sophie, my personal assistant, looking very nervous, clutching the door with her hands, peeking in. “What is it, Sophie?” I asked. “Your… your wife is here…” “Charlie? Here? Why?” “I… don’t know… but she looks…” “She looks what, Sophie?” “Not good…” “Show her in.” Sophie left me alone in my office again, before the door opened once again, this time a much larger woman walking in. Looking up to see my gorgeous wife’s face… I could see she was holding back tears for some reason. She was about to cry. “Charlie? What… what’s…” Before I could finish that sentence, Charlie rushed over and picked me up into a bear hug, lifting my feet off the ground and squeezing me tightly. “What’s up? What’s happened?” I asked. “It’s… Amber…” A pit in my stomach began to form. “She was taken…” ======================================================== Uh oh... Don't forget that the Infernum Infantem Christmas special was posted just before New Year, if you've not already read it! 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!) 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Chapter 11: Six Months Later... Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess “Olivia, I need you to sign this for me…” My assistant walked into my drab, boring office with yet another piece of paper for me to sign, which makes it the… twenty-fifth thing this morning already? Taking it in hand and plopping it down on my desk, along with the other piles of stuff I needed to work on, I smiled up at the Amazon who I went through a painstaking amount of effort to get. Most other MPs would have just taken the best person for the job, but as a little, I have to take extra care. Which means the better, more qualified assistants who weren’t as little-friendly as I hoped to believe, had to be shown the door, whilst assistants like Sophie here… well she’s good at her job at least. I had insisted when I took the position of Minister for Littles that I would be allowed to pick my own staff. But I was told that I had to make it a rough 50/50 split between Amazons and Littles. I asked about betweeners and the Prime Minister just scoffed and said they should be added to the littles count. Which gave me lots of hope for the future of littles with this PM… ugh. It had been six months since I won my election by a landslide. Six months since I pretty much guaranteed landslide elections all across the country. Well, me running for MP and the fact that the previous government had screwed things up monumentally, meant that the party no one had thought had any hope of winning… won a majority in the house. The previous government screwing up meant they had no chance of winning, but it was me and my message that got people to vote for us rather than the usual opposition party. Plus I managed to get a record number of little’s out voting, a record turnout apparently! But does my party act like I did anything? Not at all. When they thought I could win them an election, they were all sunshine and rainbows around me, making promises left right and centre. But as soon as we won… I was given this dead-end ministerial position with a shitty office, with no actual power or control over things. So you know all those promises I put out there? That I’d fix things for littles? That I’d do everything I could to make our country more equal? HA! All gone. I was ignored at most cabinet meetings, often shoved at the back on a highchair without the tray. All my suggestions were ignored. The Prime Minister just looked down at me with the usual Amazon sneer, he clearly didn’t think I was capable of being an MP. And being the anxious little creature I am… I settled down and gave up my hopes of ever fixing things. It was so bad now that there were weekly protests against our government, after they backtracked on their promises. Maybe one day things will be fixed? Sadly… I don’t think it’ll be because of me. “Olivia?” Sophie asked, popping her head into my office. Her huge glasses dwarfed her face as she smiled at me. Her freckles and her brunette hair done up into braided pigtails made her look like an overgrown teenager, but this twenty-six year old was the best assistant. Well… she’s my only assistant, and the only one I’ve ever had. Which technically makes her the best. She gets all blushy when I tell her that, which brightens my day a bit in this hellhole. “Yes, Sophie?” I replied. “Your wife is here.” “Charlie? Wha… Why?” “No idea. Should I show her in?” “Yes, of course! And why don’t you go for an early lunch? You deserve an extra half an hour.” I suggested. “Will you be okay?” “I’ll be fine. Go call your boyfriend.” She always, without fail, called her boyfriend at lunchtime. Honestly… those two were adorable. She even introduced him to me one day, and he wasn’t like normal Amazons. Both of them were a lot more like Charlie… which just confirmed for me that I had made the right choice in hiring Sophie. “Thanks. See you later, Olivia!” Sophie waved herself off and a few seconds later the picture of beauty strode into my office, wearing her usual pantsuit, with her white sleeves rolled up and her blazer slung over one shoulder with her finger. “So… I’m here to see my gorgeous wife…” Charlie said, nonchalantly. “Oh yes? And what makes her so gorgeous?” I replied, playing along with her little game. Charlie walked over to my little-sized desk, putting her hands down on it and leaning over so she was just a foot away from my face. “Her cute nose… her kissable lips…” My heart started melting. It was amazing she still had this power over me, after all this time. “Her spankable arse…” That’s when I blushed and my eyes widened in shock. “Not here, Char!” “Oh especially here…” She grinned. “What’s got you in this mood?” “Watching you get dressed this morning. I’ve not been able to get that image out of my head all day. Which made the meeting with my publishers all that more frustrating…” “Stooop! I’m not…” “Don’t dare finish that sentence, my gorgeous wife of mine. Now… are you busy?” “I… kinda?” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. “Can you take an early lunch?” “I guess so. I just sent Sophie for an extended one. I could grab lunch early.” “Good. I’m taking you out. Get that cute butt out of that seat and come join me.” “Where are we going?” “I’ve got something planned.” Okay so it wasn’t much of a surprise once she grabbed the picnic basket from the car on our way to the park. She had gone all-in with the little basket and tablecloth and everything… as if this was some fairytale picnic, you know the kind, the ones you read about in stories or see in movies. She had carefully laid out the cloth in a nice quiet spot under a tree, far from the majority of people who were occupying the park. The sun was out, the weather was… actually nice, considering it’s November, and she looked… well she looked as gorgeous as always. That’s to say I couldn’t keep my damn eyes off her the entire time she set up the picnic. And as usual, she had to make things perfect, so she spent a bit longer than normal arranging everything, before turning to me and smiling at me, love in her eyes as my heart melted. “I… wasn’t expecting… this…” I said, the first words that had been uttered since we got to the car earlier. “I thought it’d be nice, just the two of us. No worrying about spiked food at any local places like we’ve had to every time I come take you to lunch from work, no worrying about rushing back to the office from home… we can just relax here, then get you back to your important work when your lunch break is over.” Charlie replied, patting the ground as she sat down herself. Joining her, I scoffed at the thought of me doing ‘important work’. “What’s up? Did I say…?” She suddenly looked worried, as if she had done or said the wrong thing. “Oh no, it’s nothing Charlie… I just… I feel like I’m just… I feel like I don’t… I… I feel helpless.” I responded, sighing. “How so? I know you’ve been frustrated with your work lately, but you’ve been a bit quiet. Tell me, my love, what’s bothering you?” “I hoped I’d be changing things. Not massively of course, I’m a realist… I can’t expect massive societal change in such a short amount of time… but I hoped to have at least helped a few littles… somehow…” “You hired a bunch, that’s helping them!” “I know, but… it’s not the same. I want to make the lives of littles better. I want to improve things for us. But I can’t, stuck behind this desk. I won my party the election, but as soon as they got their power, they shoved me away, only taking me out for public appearances for good publicity.” “I know it must be frustrating, but give it time. It’s been barely any time at all, you can’t be expected to do loads within your first six months.” Charlie responded, ever the level-headed enthusiast. Which was a great match to my impulsive, childish behaviour sometimes. Not to say I can’t be level-headed and patient… but I’ve found that since being with Charlie… I’ve let my impulsivity go wild a bit. I’m taking a few too many risks lately, more than I should. I used to live my life with caution. But as soon as I met Charlie, I became more and more… myself? I guess that’s just who I am, when I’m not living in constant fear of being adopted. Just… mostly constant fear. “I just want to do more.” I said with a sense of defeat in my voice. “You can start by eating this ham sandwich I made for you.” “Ooooh! Thank you!” I exclaimed with joy as she handed me a small plate wrapped with a ham sandwich wrapped in clingfilm. It was even cut up into little triangles… which somehow made them taste better. Charlie would often disagree with me on that point, but then she’s an adult… she just wouldn’t understand. She then proceeded to pull out a little sealed plastic cup full of a pink liquid, placing it carefully on the ground next to me, before popping a little straw in the top. “AND STRAWBERRY MILKSHAKE?” I cried out, putting the sandwich that was currently half in my mouth back down on the plate and grabbing my drink. Because of course I’m going to do that for a strawberry milkshake. It’s the best flavour. And you’re not allowed to disagree with me on that. “You’re my little strawberry…” Charlie grinned at me, balancing her chin on her hand. “Shuuuuuuush!” I said, in between sips, my face feeling warmer and warmer suddenly. “You’re definitely as red as one right now…” Which, of course, just made me blush even more. She knew how to press all my buttons. “Hmph!” I pouted at her, before finally taking a bite of my sandwich. Looking around at all the food, I couldn’t believe she had gone to all this effort. I’d have to make it up to her later, and I made a mental note to do so. Maybe I’d get my machine to make me that dress I’ve been doodling designs for during meetings. I think she’d love to see me in that ridiculous, humiliating thing… “Look, baby, you’re destined for great things. We both are. It’s in our blood. You’re going to make a huge difference, I promise you. Just… give it time, okay?” She was right. I just had to be patient. Maybe in the meantime I could stand up for myself a bit more with my own political party, maybe I could look into some issues littles are facing and try bringing them up more… and just try to be a bit more insistent. For now, I put my sandwich crusts down on the plate and got up onto my knees, crawling over to my wife and climbing on her lap. Reaching up, I brushed her gorgeous red hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear, just like she does all the time for me (which is like my favourite thing ever), and gently kissed her on the lips. I knew a few Amazons were in the park, and I knew a bunch of them were already giving us funny looks for having this picnic together, especially with me not dressed like a baby like they probably believe littles should be. But in this moment, this beautiful, perfect moment with the love of my life… …I didn’t care. ======================================================== Don't forget that the Infernum Infantem Christmas special was posted last week, if you've not already read it! 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! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories (or even have a chance at commissioning one when I add the tier for them!), why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! The basic tier gets early access and exclusive access to short stories (when they're written), higher tiers will be limited but get a short story each month (1-2 per month in total, also not yet running this tier yet, will announce when I'm starting!). 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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. 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Chapter 10: Election Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess Today’s the day. It’s all been leading to this. In just a few short hours, I’d go out and vote. For myself. And my wife would be there, also voting for me. Just that thought… that people, including myself, would be voting for me to sit as an MP, representing them… a little in an Amazon world… If you had told me a few years ago this would happen, I never would have believed you. I was nervous as hell about everything. The newspapers would no doubt be going full steam ahead with every anti-little article, so there was that to fight against. I had never actually voted and was nervous about that too, because no doubt the people at the polling station will look down on me like every Amazon in power does. And then there’s the question of… just how many littles will actually turn up and vote today? Most littles won’t vote. Due to either having no parties that stand up for us, or because they’re scared of being adopted at the polling stations. But now that they’ve been assured it’s safe to vote this year… and having a little candidate looking out for them, me, then… not even the polls had a clue as to whether or not the little turnout would be good or not this year. And even then, after all that nervousness regarding voting… that’s not even taking into account the fear of if I’m going to win or not! That was my biggest fear, so in my usual self-sabotagey way… I pushed it to the back of my mind and focused on all the other fears bringing me down this morning, as I sat next to Charlie on the sofa, watching the news. “Recent polls say the little has about 30% of the vote…” The reporter on the TV said, showing a graph that showed me trailing behind the main candidate. “Thirty percent is good! You’re a solid second. Very rarely does someone get such a large portion of the votes…” Charlie said, trying to reassure me. “But it’s still not enough…” I replied, sighing. “I know, but you also can’t trust these polls. They are biassed towards Amazons and anti-littles groups. You heard what Chris said about them…” “I know, they will make it look like I’m trailing in second… but still… what if they’re right?” “We’ll know this time tomorrow.” “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to sleep…” “Well I don’t think you should stay up all night, but I don’t blame you, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep either. I mean I could always nurse you, without Eve’s pills…” Charlie giggled. “Don’t joke about that! You’d just be dealing with the extra messy nappies!” I replied, sticking my tongue out. “But you look so adorable… knocked out in my arms like that…” I pouted at her, before climbing to my feet, carefully balancing on the sofa cushion next to my wife, before reaching up and planting a kiss on her cheek. “What’s that for?” Charlie asked. “Because I wanted to.” “Well, aren't I a lucky Mummy?” She laughed. “I’m the lucky one!” Charlie suddenly pounced on me, knocking me back onto the sofa cushions, pinning me down on my back as she stared hungrily into my eyes, biting her lower lip. “Shame we’ve got a few hours until we need to go out and vote… the things I can do to you in that time…” “Do tell…” I grinned at her. “Oh I’m not going to tell you anything. Let me show you…” So we passed the time. I won’t go into detail, you can pretty much guess what we did to occupy ourselves. Though don’t blame me if your thoughts aren’t exactly… pure. “Right… are you ready, sweetie?” Charlie asked, as she adjusted my cardigan so it looked perfect. I had no idea what to wear for this. If I wasn’t going to be photographed, I’d just wear jeans and a shirt or something. And yeah, as a dressmaker you’d think I’d know these kinds of things. And yes I do… for other people. For myself… I’m the most indecisive person ever and would have given up and gone in casual clothing, if not for Charlie. Thankfully, she had picked out a really smart amethyst dress that flowed down to my ankles, some high heels, and a cute little black cardigan. She had even done my hair up nicely, making me look like I was ready for some kind of black tie event. “Isn’t this a bit overkill?” I asked her. “Not at all, sweetie. You need to look good and, most importantly, like an adult. I know Chris put those safety buffers around polling stations, and you’re protected by our marriage, but we can’t risk anything to damage your image. I know it sucks, sweetie, but it’s important. And hey, I love how you look…” “Then that’s all I need. As long as I make my wife happy, I’m happy.” “You’re a little sweetheart, you know that?” “I try…” I grinned up at her. Charlie had opted for a blouse and suit combo, looking smart and stylish all in one go. And I don’t know if she wanted the matching amethyst thing or if it was just pure coincidence (which it was clearly not, she had definitely done this on purpose…), but her blouse matched my dress perfectly. Her hair was flowing down one side, down her shoulder, and she just looked… unf… let’s just say I wanted to ‘pass the time’ with her a little more… “Let’s get going then, sweetpea. We’ve got a busy day today. First we need to meet up with Chris and go vote, then we’ll go back to the office where apparently the team has a list of things we’re to do to encourage people to go out and vote at the last minute. After the polls close… that’s when it’s going to be hard. We won’t get the results until morning, most likely.” As I walked out of the polling station, which was a local library on any other day, after casting my vote, I found myself hounded by the press. Charlie stood behind me, like a guard dog ready to pounce on anyone who may even think of trying to get to me. “OLIVIA? OLIVIA?” A bunch of the journos yelled at me, trying to get my attention. “You should say something.” Charlie whispered down to me. Nodding at her, I turned my attention to the group of Amazon reporters and walked over to them. “So the polls say you’re trailing behind. If you lose, will this prove you’re just another little with maturosis? Will your wife adopt you?” I cleared my throat and squeezed my fists as I tried my best to calm down and to not make a scene. I had an image to uphold… at least that’s what Chris and the team said. It was always about maintaining that image. “If I do lose, then that is the will of the public. It is not a sign of maturosis, and I will not be adopted by my wife. If everyone was to fall at some point in their life, would they just give up? Is that what society is teaching us? That if we fail we clearly can’t be trusted to improve… to learn from our failures? What about all the other candidates who are running? All the Amazon ones? Are they to be deemed immature and resigned to nappies for the rest of their lives? No. Because they’re allowed to learn from their failures and try to do better with their lives.” “You say to learn from your failures… Does this mean if you lose you’ll run again? Or does it mean that littles should have no place in politics?” A smarmy little shit of an Amazon said as he grinned at me, holding a microphone out. “If I lose, then I will discuss this with my party, and with my team. Then we will figure out the best course of action. But again, this is all dependent on if I lose today.” “The polls show you’re going to lose.” Another reporter reminded me, sounding ridiculously cocky. “And? As if we haven’t had surprising results in the past. Others have won out of nowhere. Maybe I will too.” I remembered that Chris, or one of the Amazons on our team, told me this silly fact. At the time I couldn’t care less, I genuinely wasn’t expecting to win, so I didn’t bother listening to some facts to try and rally my spirits. Turns out I remembered that fact and it actually came in handy. Not that the ‘surprising results’ were that surprising. Not on the level of a little winning an election, anyway… “That will be all.” Charlie interrupted, putting her hands on my shoulders and steering me away from the crowd. They all tried calling after me, but the police held them back so they couldn’t follow me back towards the black sedan parked on the side of the nearby street. Climbing into the car, with the help of Charlie, I got strapped into the booster seat and stretched my legs. Charlie brushed her hand against my cheek and I felt a jolt of pleasure run through my body as she smiled at me, before closing the door. ‘God… I love that woman so much.’ I thought to myself as I felt my heart pounding in my chest and my knees feeling… weak. I know we have this bond thing between us, but it feels so amazing that even after all this time being married to her, I was still as giddy and in love with her as I was on our first date. Especially given all that we’ve gone through just to be together. So as she climbed in the seat next to me, I grabbed her hand and squeezed it, looking into her eyes longingly and the corner of my mouth peaking into a small smile. “You okay, baby?” Charlie asked, looking concerned. “I… yeah. I just…” “Just what?” “I fucking love you.” Charlie’s gorgeous smile appeared and made the flutter in my heart start going into overdrive. “Language…” Said the voice from the front seat… our driver. “Thanks Claire… I was just about to…” Charlie said, before getting cut off by our friend. “Don’t you start either, I swear, you two need to get a room. I agreed to be your driver, I’m not some witness to the most awkward but sweetest romcom ever.” Claire laughed, before starting the engine and driving off, with us two lovebirds in the back… blushing. ----------------------------------------------------------- After a long, stressful day that was full of anxiety and waiting for the polls to close, and after a very restless night’s sleep… in which I maybe got like three hours at most and Charlie got even less than that… we got up early and headed to the hall where the results were being counted and called. And as I stood on stage, next to a handful of Amazons all running for the same seat as me, including the current conservative MP trying desperately to hold on to his position, my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest any moment. Despite having Charlie in the audience, smiling at me, as well as a few of our friends and associates… I was nervous as hell right now and my heart was beating a mile a minute. My hands felt sweaty, I felt woozy… but I had to hold on and appear strong. Not just to appear strong against my opponents… but because if I show any sign of weakness in front of these reporters, they’ll no doubt push the maturosis thing and try to get my adult status revoked. So I held on hard, clutching my wrists and trying to focus on Charlie’s nervous smile. The other candidates sneered and laughed at me when I came and stood next to them. They still didn’t believe I even deserved a place on this stage with them. Not because I had no experience in politics… but purely because I’m a little. They all looked down at me. I could see it in their eyes… Most of them would love to adopt me if they could. At least my marriage to Charlie kept that from happening. But this was it. Voting ended last night and people were up all night counting the votes. Apparently there had been more votes this election than any other previously. The turnout was incredible, apparently. Though that just made me more nervous. Did that many Amazons just not want me sitting in parliament? I was in a smart blouse, with a smart black jacket and skirt. Charlie had picked this out specifically, and the team had given the go ahead, though at this point I don’t think it mattered. The votes were in. I could have turned up in a bin liner and it wouldn’t be able to influence anything. But still… on the very very very slight chance I did somehow manage to sneak in a victory today… I needed to appear professional. Plus if I lose, I need to appear as much of an adult as possible, otherwise people will start calling for my adoption, just like the previous little who ran for parliament. The speaker walked out, making sure to sneer at me along the way, before walking to the podium in the middle. Typical Amazon, dressed in his fancy, probably very expensive, suit… he placed something on the podium and looked out to the crowd. Everyone went silent. I had noticed that there was no step stool or anything for the podium. Which really boosted my confidence with the fact no one here thinks I have a hope in hell's chance of winning this. They expect an Amazon to walk out and address the crowd, after being declared victorious, so why would they need a step stool? “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I have the results here.” He addressed the crowd, opening the paper in front of him. “We had a total of 76,196 votes cast that were not fraudulent or invalid. This is out of a total electorate of 89,642, which means we have hit an all time record high for voting turnout of 85%. This is… well, this is unprecedented, but also a wonderful sight!” Everyone clapped to each other, looking around at each other, surprised at the huge turnout. “So without further ado… In last place with 0.04% of the vote, Harriett Smith, running as an independent, with 33 votes.” ‘Well at least I didn’t come last… that would have been embarrassing.’ I thought to myself as a small gathering clapped at the back and Mrs Smith waved awkwardly at them. “In fourth place, with 1,341 votes, equalling 1.76% of the vote, is Brian Taylor-Smythe of the Amazon Family League. My blood boiled at the mere utterance of his party. The ‘Amazon Family League, or AFL, was a traditional party for Amazons, wanting traditional Amazon values, very much like the Trad Conservatives. But whereas some Trad Cons allowed littles some adulthood… the AFL would allow none if they were ever to come into power. They want all littles adopted and sold, as if we were slaves or commodities. They would have us all regressed and shitting in nappies by the end of the first day they got in power, if that ever came to be. But thankfully, with only 1.76% of the vote… they clearly weren’t popular. In previous years they got about 5% of the vote, but this huge slide away from them was good, even if I don't win. Mr Taylor-Smythe looked smug as he stood there, nodding at the very very small crowd of people clapping for him. But you could see the pain in his eyes, the pain of being beaten by a little. That… that was the worst insult for him. Not the reduction in vote percentage… it was purely that I had done better than him. Now this next one was a bit of a shock… “In third place, with 5317 votes, or 6.98% of the votes… Mrs Darcy Fairweather of the Traditional Conservative Party.” I looked at the crowd, who all looked shocked, including Charlie. And as I turned to see the person who got the third most votes… I could see she was in shock too. It was no secret that the conservatives had trailed in recent polls. The centrist party, the ‘Modern Equals Party’, who sometimes was more a bit centre-left, who were still not very equal when it came to littles’ rights, were quickly catching up in the polls and at some point had overtaken the conservatives, due to the crappy economy management of the current conservative government. Well that and a bunch of other scandals and issues that meant the people didn’t quite trust the current government. But to come third… with such a low percentage… that was a shock. Never had the Traditional Conservatives done so badly before! After a few sporadic claps, the speaker continued. “With 9783 votes, equalling 12.84% of the vote…” I braced myself for him to call my name out. This was it. This was the moment of truth. “Is Laura Harwood of the Modern Equals Party.” The whole room stood in shock, in complete silence… before all looking at me. ‘Did… did I just win…?’ I thought to myself. I’m pretty sure the same thought was going through everyone’s heads right now. And probably all the people watching on TV as all the cameras pointed from Laura Harwood… and towards me. “So I hereby announce Olivia Clarke, from the Green Democrats, the victor, with a whopping 59,722 votes… which equals 78.38% of the vote. Wow… congratulations Olivia!” The speaker said, turning to me, looking flabbergasted at the outcome and moving out of the way quickly. The crowd erupted into applause as I nervously stepped over to the podium. I could hear my opponents calling bullshit and saying they’ll be looking into this as I walked over, realising I had no way to stand up to look out over the podium. That was when Harriet Smith, who had come fifth, rushed over with a stepstool, placing it in front of me at the podium and smiling at me. “T… thanks…” I said to her, embarrassed. “You’re very welcome. I won’t lie… I actually voted for you myself.” She replied. “Y… you did?” “Yeah. So go knock 'em dead, kid.” She said, winking at me and stepping back. I cleared my throat as I looked out at the crowds of people and the cameras staring directly at me. All eyes were on me… and it was nerve wracking. “I… I’d just like to say thank you to everyone who voted for me. This… this is a first in our history. And I’m honoured to stand here to represent you in parliament… and all littles around the country. I hope together with my party, we can accomplish great things for both littles and Amazons. I believe by working together, and not against each other, we will be able to do more and be better people for it.” The crowd cheered. Well, most of them. The few supporters for the Trad Cons and the AFP were clearly not happy that I, of all people, won. No doubt they’re already trying to plan my downfall… but at this point, I don’t care. Let them try. I won. I actually fucking won! I accomplished what most said was impossible! What was worrying me though… was that we were the first constituency to announce their results. So even if I won now… if the conservatives, or even the MEP got the majority… I’d be a little in a den of wolves. And no doubt they would make my life hell. But that was for future me to worry about. Because no doubt very soon we’d be getting the rest of the results trickling in and we’d find out what kind of government we have at the end of the day. So for now… I needed to continue and put these worries to the back of my mind. “I’d like to thank my beautiful wife for helping get me to this point. For her love and support… because without that I wouldn’t be standing here today. I’d also like to thank everyone in my party, for allowing me to run for them in the election, which gave me the opportunity to win my seat today. I’d also like to thank all my friends and family, all of whom I wouldn’t be here today without.” I looked at Charlie and waved her up. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she looked so happy and proud right now, nodding and walking around and up the side of the stage. Standing next to me at the podium, she wrapped her arm around me and squeezed tightly, before bending down and whispering in my ear. “I’m so proud of you, baby. I knew you could do it!” Butterflies invaded my tummy and my knees felt weak. “Seriously, thank you everyone!” I said into the microphones before stepping off, ignoring all the reporters at the front of the crowd trying to get me to answer their questions. “Ignore them. We’ll do a press event later, for now… we need to celebrate.” “With Chris and the rest of the team?” “Nah, fuck them, we have our friends…” Charlie said, surprising me. “Language…” I teased her as we walked off the stage, leaving my opponents speechless and shocked still. ======================================================== So.... how many of you were expecting this? :3 Or were you all meanies who expected poor Olivia to fail? Posting the short story I've been talking about in one go now, so if you're interested, go check it out! 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! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories (or even have a chance at commissioning one when I add the tier for them!), why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! The basic tier gets early access and exclusive access to short stories (when they're written), higher tiers will be limited but get a short story each month (1-2 per month in total, also not yet running this tier yet, will announce when I'm starting!). Thank you to all my patrons for their support over the past couple of years! Seriously, your support meant the world to me, and I hope to be set up somewhere new soon. New chapters of Little in Love 2 every Wednesday/Sunday! 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Chapter 9: Attempt Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess It’s the day before the election. The dread in my heart was building up, and I was close to losing what little stability I still had in me. Thankfully, I had Charlie, who was my rock through this whole thing. Honestly, I don’t think I could have gotten this far without her support. And I’m not talking about her book, which pretty much made this possible. No, it’s her love, her support, her understanding… that’s what kept me going. And whilst we had had no Mummy/baby time since the rumour started spreading, often feeling too awkward to start it… even in private… we snuggled up close on the sofa as we ate toast and watched the news, just like we do when I’m feeling babyish. “So… what’s on the agenda today?” I asked Charlie as she took a bite of her toast. Finishing her bite, she swallowed before looking down at me. “Hmm… snuggles, kisses, getting us both dressed and out the door for one last press event, world domination, freeing all littles, saving a couple of Goddesses again, followed by snuggles tonight to calm you down before the election tomorrow.” “Sounds good…” I replied, trying to keep my face as straight as possible, hiding the laughter that was building up within me. “So… Do you want to do anything special tonight, to celebrate getting to this point?” She asked me. “Surely we should celebrate if I win?” “We need to celebrate every little win, darling. So do you want me to get you something special to eat? I’d be happy to cook…” “Nah, honestly as long as I get to snuggle with you tonight, I’ll be happy. Maybe… maybe I could wear a onesie or something and maybe…” “Maybe… be a baby? Of course we can do that, sweetpea. It’s been too long. I know we’ve both been nervous after the rumours spread, so we’ve not been engaging in that kind of thing… but I think you need it. So once we’re home tonight, you’re my little baby, understand?” “Yes… Mummy…” I beamed up at her. It was nice to call her that again. She was right, it had been too long. The rumours had ruined that for us… but no… I wouldn’t let the Amazons take that from me and ruin it. “So… let’s finish your breakfast, then I’ll get you dressed, then we’ve got a meeting this morning, followed by another press event.” “Can… can I…” I pointed down… towards her chest. “Later, sweetie. I’ll need to get a refill of those pills from Eve, but we’ve got enough to feed you tonight so you don’t lose control. Because that would be very awkward just before the election!” I blushed and took a bite of toast, happy inside that I’d get to nurse later. It had been too long, and it never failed to make me blushy and happy. --------------------------------------------------------------------- “So the latest polls say it’s going to be a close contest.” Chris said as he sat on a booster seat at the end of the table in his smart, expensive suit. Meanwhile I sat at the opposite end, on my own booster seat. And in between us were the numerous Amazons who worked on my campaign team, all smartly dressed. “How close?” I asked, looking a bit out of place. Whilst they made sure to dress me up if I’m ever appearing on stage or on camera, any other time I was just allowed to wear what I wanted. And I haaaated suits. Hated the uniforms in school… hated whenever I’d have to wear a suit as a kid. So I opted for the smartest blouse and skirt I had, but it still didn’t feel half as smart as this lot. Even Charlie had dressed in one of her pantsuits… looking absolutely gorgeous in it, I might add. “Like… every vote counts.” Replied Chris. “Is there anything else we can do now?” “Just make sure this last event goes well. If it even swings a few votes in our favour, that could be it for us.” “So… no pressure…” I said, rolling my eyes and taking a deep breath… panic starting to really set in. Charlie stood behind me and must have seen me shuffling awkwardly, as she quickly put her hands on my shoulders… which reassured me and helped calm me a bit. “So what happens?” I asked. “What do you mean?” Chris replied. “Tomorrow.” “You go out and vote. You get photographed doing so, obviously. All candidates do. So make sure you dress smart and professional. Maybe… a bit more than this right now, please?” He said, pointing at the outfit I was wearing currently. “Got it. But I meant more about the results. I’ve never actually voted or given a crap about politics before, and I know it’s been explained to me a few times, but just for clarity’s sake and to make me feel a bit more at ease…?” It’s true, I’ve never voted. Why would I? No political party has ever had the interests of littles on their agenda. They’re all cruel, sadistic, typical Amazons who want to make it worse for us. I don’t actually know many littles who do vote in elections, as it’s usually too dangerous, much like everything in life. Adoptions are pretty common at polling stations, but at least this time Chris managed to create safe areas around every polling station so that littles can go and vote safely. I have no idea how he managed it… the current government wouldn’t let that happen as that would increase the littles votes… which would be bad for them. Because so far, most polls put littles voting for the Green Democrats. Like… nearly every single little they asked has said they’ll be voting for us. Mostly because of… well… me. Which was still a weird feeling, knowing I was responsible for all this… And in regards to who can vote… well any unadopted little can vote, provided they haven’t been given a judgement of maturosis, of course. Which is why adoptions at polling stations are common… Amazons want to deter littles from voting, and what better way to stop them voting than to adopt them so they can never legally vote? It’s cruel… but it works. And it’s definitely something I’d stop if I do win. The meeting continued for an hour or so. I kinda lost track of time though as it was dragging on and I was bored. Which made me feel guilty, as if I do manage to somehow win my seat, whether the party wins or not… I’m going to have to go to a lot of boring committees and sessions and meetings. But at least then I’ll feel like I’m making a change, not sitting here worrying about the election tomorrow. Thankfully it was over now, and everyone shuffled out, leaving Chris, Charlie and myself alone. “So how are you doing?” Chris asked me. “Oh yeah I’m fine…” I shrugged. “Be honest…” “Oh I’m nervous as fuck and I’m close to having a panic attack and a meltdown… so yeah…” “Thought so. Why don’t you two take it easy until the press event in an hour? Go have a coffee or something. There’s nothing more you can do now, just make sure you turn up on time and are prepared.” Charlie happily took that advice and grabbed my hand, pulling me off the seat and walking off, out of the conference room. I hastily waved goodbye to Chris and was pulled out… apparently to get coffee… “I’ll have a…” I didn’t even get to order anything before a large Amazon woman pushed in front of me, knocking me out of the way. Charlie and I figured we’d try this place, as it’s where Elise used to work, and she had said they’ve got new management and are a lot more little-friendly now, and seeing as it was close to our offices… It was a perfect opportunity. “Excuse me… I was here first…” I said, without even thinking. Living with Charlie, being surrounded by Amazons who treated me like a normal person and not a little, having the life I do… I forgot one of the main rules of being outside in a world full of Amazons trying to adopt you… don’t piss them off. I had forgotten that. I had gotten used to married life where I was safe from adoption and only ever went to places we knew were safe and with people we knew. It’s why I thought it was a good idea to go get a coffee myself, instead of asking Charlie to do it. Instead, Charlie was in the booth whilst I went and got the drinks. “What was that, little baby?” The straight black-haired Amazon woman turned around and looked down at me. “I… no… nevermind…” I instantly backed down, my evasive manner returning as it was natural to me. “No… go on…” The woman got angrier, tapping her foot on the ground and crossing her arms. “I… just said… I was here first…” “And? You’re just a little baby. Oh I know, you want a milk!” The woman turned around and spoke to the barista, “And a bottle of milk for this baby.” “I…” The barista replied. But the woman ignored their reply, and turned back to me. “Maybe I should take you home… my parents have been pushing me to adopt and you are very cute…” “Sorry Miss… I’m taken…” I replied. “Don’t be silly, if you were you wouldn’t be in these ridiculous work clothes. Now come here…” Without hesitation, she bent down and grabbed me with both hands, lifting me up into her arms and placing me on her hip. My heart was racing. It had been so long since this happened to me and… and… I did not miss it! “Hmm… I think I’ll call you… Maria? I think you look like a Maria…” That’s when I heard a crash of dishes and cutlery coming from the other side of the shop. Followed by the heavy footsteps of heels. “Get. Your hands. Off her. NOW!” Charlie roared. “Sorry Miss, you missed out, I’m claiming her.” The woman replied, shrugging Charlie off. “I think you’ll find I already claimed her…” Charlie growled, lifting up her left hand and pointing at her ring finger. So as the woman’s face dropped, her mouth opening wide in shock, I lifted my hand up and showed her my wedding band too. She looked back at me and you could see the little cogs working in her head… working overtime, clearly. Until she finally came to the realisation of just who we were. “You… you’re…” “Olivia Clarke, yes. And this is my WIFE, Charlotte Williams.” I replied, smugly. The woman dropped me in an instant. The fall to the floor hurt so much, but seeing her face look so ashamed… she was mortified. It was worth the pain in my backside. “I… I…” “Sorry Miss, but you’ll have to leave. We don’t allow adoptions here, and we can refuse service to anyone who tries to adopt one of our customers… the barista said, winking down at me as I sat on my arse on the cold floor. “I… fine…” The woman said before rushing off in a huff, crashing out the door to the shop and disappearing out of view. “Sorry about that.” The barista said to me as I sat on the floor still. “It’s my first day and I… well I’m still a bit nervous about standing up to Amazons like that… I know it’s company policy but… “Don’t worry about it…” I replied, as Charlie helped me up onto my feet. “But… you’re an Amazon?” “Haha, no, I’m on a stepstool right now. I’m a betweener. So not as bad as your lot in life… but still not great.” “Well thanks for the assist.” I smiled up at them, shuffling my skirt so it wasn’t ruined. “No problem. Hey, after all that, your order is on me. What can I get you?” ======================================================== I think I may post the Christmas short story on Sunday, so you've got that to look forward to! 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!) ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories (or even have a chance at commissioning one when I add the tier for them!), why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! 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Chapter 8: Exclusive Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess As I walked into the back room where Charlie had stashed the little reporter, the timid little journalist stood up and smiled awkwardly at me. “Mrs Clarke… I… I… Thank you! I had heard whispers in that crowd, it sounded like a bunch of them were planning on adopting me. I knew this was a bad idea…” She stuttered her way through her appreciation. “It’s okay, you’re okay now.” I smiled at her, trying to reassure her as best I could with a friendly face. I motioned to Charlie to leave the two of us alone, so my wife nodded and left. Walking over to the chair opposite the reporter, I sat down and crossed my legs. “Sorry, I never got your name.” I said, watching the other little shuffle nervously. “Rachel. Rachel Cooke. I… I wasn’t even meant to be here today.” “What happened?” “My editor had assigned our best reporter on this…” ‘Best? Wow, I didn’t realise I warranted such attention. Or maybe they wanted their best so they could take me down…’ I thought to myself. “But then she went into labour, and all other reporters were assigned other jobs. I… I was the only one left. She wasn’t due for another week or two! I wasn’t… I wasn’t meant to…” “What was your role? Were you a journalist yourself?” “Junior journalist. Basically I got the lunch orders, did research for them, and made the tea. I got myself through university for… this.” “I understand. University for us littles is hell, so well done for that. Sorry that it ended up like this. This is what I hope to change.” “You make all these promises… but can you keep them?” Rachel’s face dropped in disappointment. She really didn’t expect me to keep these promises. “I hope I can. But obviously I’m still only going to be one MP of a much larger political party. I don’t know if I can manage it alone. Maybe we don’t get everything we want through, maybe we don’t get my dream of equality for littles. But maybe… just maybe… we get as close to it as possible.” “So you’re not just a dreamer, you understand the reality of the world… that’s nice to hear. Though I’m not going to lie, I wish your dream would come real.” She laughed with a slight sigh of hopelessness. “Sadly that dream isn’t without its sacrifices. So we’ll aim to improve the lives of littles. Even just electing a little MP is a huge step.” “Why aren’t you honest when you're up on that stage?” She asked. “I am… mostly. But you know exactly what would happen if I got up on that stage and even caved slightly to the Amazons. They’d tear me apart. So I keep the hopes up, I keep the dream going. If I win my seat and we win the majority, maybe I can start to enact some of the policies I have in mind. And then maybe that will lead to more progress and even better little politicians than me, making even bigger changes. Maybe I don’t manage the big picture, but I get it rolling at least. I need to focus on that because if I win and go in guns blazing, trying to make a huge change but end up failing, I will not only be risking my career… but my marriage. If I fail, they’ll most likely annul my marriage to Charlie and she’ll end up being my Mummy… for real this time.” I said, laughing awkwardly at that last part. “Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?” “Why do you think I’m here?” I smiled at her. “Oh… I just thought you were helping me out of that crowd of Amazons.” “I was, but then I would have just sent you home in a car. No, I thought you might like an… exclusive. That would get you in your boss’ good graces, correct?” “Really? An exclusive? But you… you’ve never done that before.” “I know. But you’re the first little reporter I’ve met. And if I can help you, whilst getting my message out there… without it being distorted by Amazons… then even better. So ask away…” “So we’ve all heard Miss Williams’ side of the story, we’ve all read her book.” Rachel said as she pulled out her notepad and voice recorder. “Did you like it?” I asked. “I did. I won’t lie… I was a bit nervous at first. I was really hesitant about even giving it a chance. But a few friends of mine insisted I read it. It was… eye opening. I’ll be honest, I never even considered the possibility of Amazons and littles dating. So… I have to ask, when you first met her… were you scared she was going to adopt you?” “Oh for sure. With nearly every Amazon I meet I have to prepare for the worst. All us littles have experienced Amazons who appear friendly and trustworthy… only to betray us and stick us in nappies. I’m sure you’ve probably had the same experience…” “I… yes. I have. So what made you so sure Charlotte was trustworthy?” “I didn’t, at first. I still had the feeling I was making a huge mistake even just hanging out with her. That’s how ingrained our fear of Amazons is. That’s the sort of thing I want to change.” “So onto another topic… you want to make adoptions illegal… unless it’s consensual?” Rachel asked, looking sceptical. “Yes, exactly. If it’s illegal to kidnap littles and regress them, then it’ll eventually improve relations between littles and Amazons. Over time Amazons will start to see littles as equals, and littles won’t be so frightened of Amazons. I know a number of Amazons now that I trust with my life, my wife included. I want all littles to feel like that.” “Hopefully we’ll get there. But what about the resistance?” She asked. “Resistance?” I asked, wondering if she was talking about LIBRA or not. LIBRA working with my political party was not a secret, but I had been put forward as a candidate by the party itself, not LIBRA. Though in reality it was very much LIBRA putting me forward, we figured it was best not to make that known to the public, instead making it look like I was an independent little running for MP due to the popularity of Charlie’s book. “Yeah, the resistance to your attempts at change.” ‘Thank fuck…’ I thought to myself. “Oh, honestly… that group is growing smaller and smaller each month. The swing by the general public towards littles rights has been huge, and in such a short amount of time, plus I don’t think it’s stopping there. They may complain, they may argue, they may even try to adopt us… but that won’t stop this movement.” “Aren’t you worried it could just swing back the other way in just a short amount of time?” “I’m not naive. I know rights can be lost just as easily as they can be gained. But this is an important step. Even if we only accomplish the groundwork, the foundations, whilst I’m MP, then I’m happy. Because we can build it higher and higher until our country is fair for everyone, no matter their height.” “You say height, but we also know that Amazons are biologically different from us littles, not just in height difference.” “You’re talking about the maternal urge Amazon women have?” “Exactly. What are you going to do to help those with that? Because even if you do manage to make adoptions illegal… Amazon women will still want to baby us.” “I would like to invest more into the issues regarding Amazons’ fertility. We all know that has been an issue for a while now, and I believe, with enough funding, that we can overcome this and find a solution. If the Amazon birth rate can increase, then I believe adoptions of littles will fall.” “But even Amazon mothers with Amazon children get those urges towards littles. They still want to adopt us and baby us…” “And for those, I believe we can also come up with a solution. The problem isn’t the possibility of creating solutions, but the funding for them. Because whilst we could solve this crisis… why would any Amazon want to right now? If they can’t procreate, they just adopt a little to satiate their needs. Why invest in something when there is already a solution for them? The key thing is that it’s a solution for them, not everyone. It screws over us littles, taking away our futures, ruining our lives… all for the sake of an Amazon’s maternal urges. When medically… I believe we could just inhibit those urges.” “But would you force these ‘inhibitors’ on Amazons?” “Not at all. I don’t believe you should force anything on anyone. But they also can’t just go around snatching people from their lives and wiping their minds. It's… inhumane.” “You talk about wiping minds… What about hypnosis? In fact… What about the business regarding littles and their adoptions? There’s big money in the adoption of littles…” “Don’t I know it?” I laughed. “I’ve received lots of threats from these companies. I’ve even had a few attempts at trying to wipe my mind. But I won’t let them win. You want to know my solution for them? Deal with it.” “Deal with it? That’s a bit… blunt, isn’t it?” Her eyebrow raised at me. “They can adapt and move with the times, or be a forgotten relic. They’ll still get lots of business from the other… many… countries that still allow unregulated adoptions, they’ll just have to either adopt a new strategy for our country… or leave.” “But what about the investment…” “See, this is where your Amazon editors and teachers are showing their bias. Who cares about ‘investments’ and ‘profits’ and all these other things when it’s people’s lives on the line? I would sacrifice a hundred GLC clones rather than sacrifice one little.” “Off the record… I agree with you, Miss Clarke.” “You can call me Olivia. And I’m glad. I want these companies to shake in their boots. They won’t stop me. They can attack me as much as they want. Hell, this is what this whole trans panic thing is… just another attack on me.” “I… umm…” “What is it?” “Is it okay if I ask you about that now? You didn’t give much information out at the briefing…” “Go ahead. But if I don’t feel comfortable, I’ll end the interview, okay?” Though I had lived in stealth most of my life, thanks to Faith’s nanites, once word was out that I was trans, I adopted a ‘happy to answer anything, provided it’s not offensive’ approach. If it ever got uncomfortable or offensive, I’d just walk away. Thankfully no one in my life had gone that far with the questions, they were all respectable. And now the cat’s out of the bag… I’d have to be extra careful now I’m in the public eye. “That’s understandable. So… when did you…?” “You want to know when I figured out I was trans? How I transitioned? What my deadname was? I won’t tell you, but I will say I figured it out pretty early, though it didn’t quite click that I might be transgender until much later on in my teens. I just knew I wasn’t… a boy. It just never clicked that I may actually have been a girl. No, I didn’t do the whole ‘played with dolls’ thing as a kid either, that’s just an overused stereotype. I just… I just didn’t do anything the boys liked. As to how I transitioned, I can’t say. And I won’t discuss my deadname either.” Thankfully David had wiped all evidence of my deadname from the internet. It’s hard to erase the fact I had lived as a boy in my childhood, but at least he got my old name. Because fuck that name. I love my Mum, and she has good taste when it comes to names… but she got that one wrong. “Fair enough. How about your parents? Were they accepting when you came out?” “It was a shock to them, sure. I mean who wouldn’t be shocked if their son said they were really their daughter?” “How long did they take to adapt to your new pronouns?” “A while. It wasn’t easy, but they managed it. Now it’s like I had never been a boy, they only see me as their daughter.” “And your wife… did she know before the news broke out, or did you tell her?” “I told her, and all my friends, way before it was revealed in the press. It did not change a single thing, she’s one of my biggest supporters.” “That’s lovely to hear! My old university friend was trans.” “Was?” I asked, though a large part of me didn’t want to know. “I… don’t ask. It was not a good ending. But then… when is it really a good ending for any of us littles?” She sighed. “That’s why we have to change it.” “Agreed.” “Right, well I think I need to get going. I’ve got a lot to do before the election, so time is precious. I hope I answered enough?” “Plenty, my editor will love this! Though how much he spins it into an attack on you…” “Look, you’re a journalist with a heart. Which is rare. So if you ever need help, I’ll give you a number. Whether it’s a job or whatever, or just need help escaping an Amazon… you give me a call okay?” “You… you’re okay with doing that?” “Of course. I’d offer you a job right now, but staffing isn’t really up to me. I could put a good word in for…” “No, thank you, it’s okay. My job is rough… especially right now… my editor haaates your party for even lending you the slightest bit of respectability, but I’ll be okay. I’ll let you know if that changes…” “Please do. It was lovely talking to you, Miss Cooke.” “It was lovely talking to you too, Mrs Clarke. I hope… I hope we get to speak again…” She said as she packed up her little notebook and voice recorder into her bag and stood up. I followed suit and got up, shaking her hand and showing her out of the room. As I opened the door, Charlie was sitting outside on a chair, playing on her phone. Rachel nodded and smiled at Charlie, before walking off, towards the exit. “So… how’d it go?” Charlie asked. “She seems nice.” I replied, smiling and waving as Rachel left. “You do know her editor will just cut it into a hate piece about you? I did warn you…” “I know, but I’ve got a feeling, in the long run, that meeting Miss Cooke will further our plans.” “I hope you’re right. Right… you ready to go now kiddo?” Charlie asked, standing up and holding out her hand. “Hey! Careful with the babyish shit! We’re in public!” I whispered as loudly as I could at my wife. “Language…” Charlie warned me, grinning down at me. ======================================================== Hope you're all having a happy festive period and get everything that you want from Santa! I'm still not sure when I'll be posting the Christmas short story special, but it'll probably be in the time between Christmas and New Year. Maybe one chapter a day or something. It's only about four chapters, and I'll be posting the third today on my subscribestar, and the fourth tomorrow. 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!) ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories (or even have a chance at commissioning one when I add the tier for them!), why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! The basic tier gets early access and exclusive access to short stories (when they're written), higher tiers will be limited but get a short story each month (1-2 per month in total, also not yet running this tier yet, will announce when I'm starting!). 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Chapter 7: Crisis Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess “Good afternoon everyone.” I began, my heart racing a mile a minute as I stared out at the crowd in the hall we had gathered at later that day. I looked over at Charlie in the audience, who just smiled and nodded at me. I could see the nervousness plastered across her face, but we both knew this was for the best. So I took a deep breath, looked out at the crowd of journalists and supporters… and exhaled. “I’m sure you’ve seen the news. Heard the rumours. You’ve already probably come to your own conclusion, no matter if it’s true or not. So I’m here to address both of those, and to set the record straight.” ‘You can do it, Liv…’ “...I’m transgender. I was born male, but I medically transitioned thanks to hormones and nanites shortly after I was 18.” A wave of hands shot up from the journalists. So I pointed to one who looked innocent enough… not that any of them are… “What was your name before you had the sex change? The reports never told us of your name and since then all traces have been erased.” “I don’t know who did that, but I will also not give out my old name. That was an old version of me, a version that wasn’t really me. I’m Olivia, and that’s it. I’m still the same person, still the same candidate. Now you just know a little bit more about me.” I responded, smiling awkwardly. “Doesn’t that mean you’ve been lying to everyone the whole time about who you really are?” Another reporter butted in. “Not at all. I’ve been open and honest about who I am, and this is who I am. Who I was has no impact on what kind of job I do.” Another journalist held their hand up, so I nodded at them to speak. “Sir… how are…” “Miss.” I corrected them, loudly. “Sir…” “Look, if you can’t be civil or even a decent human being, I don’t have to talk to you. Next question…” That’s when I saw a little… a little in the sea of reporters and journalists. They were holding their hand up, trying to get my attention, but they were swamped by the Amazons that were double her height. “Err… the little right there, with the black hair…” I said, pointing at them. All the Amazons around her turned, shocked. They clearly hadn’t even acknowledged her existence. She was dressed in a smart little blouse, vest and skirt, and had to push her way to the front of the crowd to be properly visible to me. “Hi… yes… umm…” She spoke so softly and so meekly, very much how I started off my political career. My anxiety is still bad even now, but after so many events and being forced into the limelight, I’ve gotten much better at speaking in public. All the Amazons looked at her with a mix of disgust, pity and a hint of Amazon’s baby obsession. That look an Amazon gets when they see an unadopted little. The same look that ends up with them kidnapping and regressing said little. So as the woman got the courage to speak, I opened my phone on my podium, and quickly texted Charlie. ‘This little reporter at risk. Pls take backstage. Keep safe. Worried bout her. Thx. <3’ Looking up at Charlie as she read the text, she nodded and started shuffling her way to the reporter as the little shuffled through her notepad. “So… Miss Clarke… umm… sorry… this is a bit of a mess… I… don’t usually… aha! So Miss Clarke, what will you do about the safety of littles workers?” “Oh… umm… I wasn’t expecting that. But I’d be happy to answer your question.” I began. I was honestly expecting her to talk about the reason we were holding this event now, the rumours. “As stated in my previous speeches, I plan on making it illegal to adopt a little without consent. This includes work where a little is set up to fail just so they can be adopted, and cancelling contracts that end up with the little being regressed if they fail or break the contract. I want to provide safe working conditions for littles so they can lead successful and happy lives without the fear of being adopted. I plan on creating opportunities and ideally I’d like to set up a process in which businesses are given the necessary tools to help hire little workers, such as taller chairs, step stools, smaller keyboards, and other such aids.” The little looked satisfied with my answer as she smiled up at me. “You say consent…” One Amazon interrupted, pushing her out the way. “But what about these rumours… the other ones? That you consented and enjoyed being Charlotte Williams’ ‘adopted’ baby…” Charlie leant down to the reporter and whispered in her ear, who nodded back at her and followed her out of the crowd. ‘At least I can stop worrying about that little for now…’ I turned back to the Amazon asking the question. “I consented to pretending to be adopted, yes. Sure, I had to go through humiliating experiences just to be with the woman I loved. Should I be blamed for that? Or be made to feel guilty or ashamed? No, I shouldn’t. This society is so far behind, and when we make even the slightest bit of progress, you Amazons shut it down and send us back decades. So when I fell in love with Charlotte, I had to play your system in order to just go out on simple dates. Did I enjoy the closeness and attention I got from my wife? Of course I did. Who wouldn’t? Tell me… would any of you Amazons turn down love and attention from your partner or spouse? Be honest with me.” Everyone just looked at each other, awkwardly. “Sure, there were some benefits to me being ‘adopted’ by Charlotte. I’m not saying it was all bad. That’s why I’m not saying we outlaw all adoptions completely. We need a safe, rigorous system that allows any little who wants to be adopted to do so, without fear of having their mind turned to mush and their body ruined by malicious Amazons wanting to sadistically torture a little. If a little wants it, for whatever reason, they should be able to be adopted by loving, caring parents. That’s why we should overhaul Little Social Services, ban all unconsenting adoptions, and make sure that no little is forced to consent. But to answer the rumours, no, I am not Charlotte Williams’ baby. She is my wife, and she played her role as Mummy perfectly when we were first dating. That is all.” “What about those littles already adopted?” One Amazon journo asked, thankfully diverting attention away from the accusations. “Then I believe depending on the level of their regression, they should be allowed to go through rehabilitation and eventually get their lives back, or… if they are too far gone, then they should be placed with Amazon parents who will love them and treat them fairly, not the ones who caused the regression.” “So you support taking littles away from their parents?” “Yes. Yes I do. If an Amazon parent is cruel enough to turn their little’s mind to mush, they don’t deserve to be parents.” The room seemed split on this. But then again, most of these work for all the big name newspapers and media outlets… the ones owned by billionaires. Billionaires who earned their fortune off the backs of, and from the exploitation of, littles. So of course these people were going to be biassed against me. So I continued. “But considering the development of treatment regarding un-regressing littles… I believe that in no time at all we’re looking at a world where we can rehabilitate any regressed little, no matter how far they’re gone.” Lots more mumbling and angry faces. I could tell they were going to start getting vicious. I wanted to scream at them. I wanted to tell them where to go and where to stick it. But I had to be the bigger person, even if I was half their height. Charlie had returned, though this time at the side of the stage, and she could clearly see the effect this press event was having on me. So she confidently walked out, nodding and smiling at the cameras and the crowd. “Miss Williams, Miss Williams…” Everyone called out to her for questions. The fact they called her ‘Miss’ instead of ‘Mrs’ makes it clear they still don’t see our marriage as a real thing. Which just pissed me off more. Thankfully, Charlie ignored them, walked up to the podium and put her hand on my shoulder, before lifting the microphone up to her mouth. “Sorry, that’s all we’ve got for today. My wife and I have some important business to take care of.” “DOES YOUR BABY NEED A NAPPY CHANGE?” One reporter joked, laughing out loud, causing the rest of the crowd to laugh along with them. “No, but if you’re not careful, you’ll be needing one soon…” Charlie growled to herself, away from the microphone, before placing it back and leading me off towards the edge of the stage. “Are you okay, sweetie?” She asked in that soft, reassuring tone of hers. “I… that… it’s never been that bad…” I replied, on the verge of tears… or a tantrum. I wasn't sure which it would be right now. “I know hun. It’s okay though. It’s over now…” “Why’s it so bad now?” I asked Charlie as I sat down on the sofa in the office in the back, sipping a glass of water slowly. My nerves were shot. I had had some shitty reporters in the past, but this time… it felt like an all out attack on me. Could it really be because I’m trans? I didn’t know, but it left me visibly shaking, needing both hands on my glass. Tears were forming in my eyes and it was only a matter of time until they started streaming down my face. Our team had left Charlie and I alone, they could probably see how messed up I was right now. “I think it’s a bit of transphobia, the fact it’s very very close to the election, and now they feel like they’ve got ammo against you. We had the general public’s support… at least like seventy percent anyway. But this… this may turn them against us.” “Because I’m trans?” “No, oh sweetie no. Maybe we’ll lose a few bigoted supporters because of that. No, I think it’s the fact the media now feels empowered. They’ll do whatever they can to tarnish your reputation.” “So we’re fucked then…” “Language…” Charlie warned me. It had been a while. “Sorry… I just… All because I pretended to be your baby? Ugh… maybe I shouldn’t be your baby even in private… maybe that’s just not meant to be. The rights of littles are more important than…” “No! Stop that train of thought right there. You are not letting those pigheaded arseholes ruin one of the things that makes you you. Your baby side is important, and it’s important to me. Sure, we’ll have to be extra careful when we do that stuff, but we are certainly not giving it up, living in fear because of some arsehole Amazons who want to turn all littles into mindless babies.” “But…” “No buts. Except your cute butt. That’s it.” “Also… language…” I stopped crying and looked up at her, smiling. “That’s my line…” She replied, rolling her eyes at me and smiling back. “Yeah… then set a better standard. I’m an easily influenced little baby, after all…” I grinned at her. “Yes you are… so, how about we call off the rest of the day and go home and snuggle. Me and my baby…” “But what about…” “Chris and the team? They agree with me that you need a break tonight. We’ve got a busy few days ahead of us.” “Okay… OH!” “What is it, sweetie?” “That reporter? Did you get her out safely?” “I was about to call her a ride to wherever she needs to go.” “So she’s still here?” “Yes, why?” “I’d like to speak to her…” ======================================================== Eeeeee! I'm so glad I could help some of you with my stories And I'm glad my trans characters are respected, appreciated and loved by so many 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!) 2 of 4 chapters of my Christmas special, are up on SubscribeStar as a timed exclusive (any of the commissioned short stories I end up writing will only be there, but this is a Christmas special so I'm thinking of posting it here for free just after Christmas maybe. We'll see anyway). ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories (or even have a chance at commissioning one when I add the tier for them!), why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! The basic tier gets early access and exclusive access to short stories (when they're written), higher tiers will be limited but get a short story each month (1-2 per month in total, also not yet running this tier yet, will announce when I'm starting!). Thank you to all my patrons for their support over the past couple of years! Seriously, your support meant the world to me, and I hope to be set up somewhere new soon. New chapters of Little in Love 2 every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks!