LittleFallenPrincess

I know the feeling! I've posted more of mine than I was expecting this week. I admire how you can hold yourself back from posting more!

Now that would be very cruel! Thanks for the comment! Maybe she just got there earlier than she expected? ? Guess we'll have to see ?

Seeing a new chapter today was an unexpected but lovely surprise! And to see a daycare that isn't something from a nightmare was an even nicer surprise!

I would hate to be on the receiving end of Charlotte's anger, so if she did I wouldn't blame her... We'll have to see ? but Charlotte seems so nice!

Really lovely chapter after so many exciting ones! Looking forward to seeing how it ends, but will be so sad its ended!

Thanks for the comment! Thank you! Won't be long to find out We'll have to see! Why does everyone instantly assume Charlotte has ulterior motives...? ?‍♂️?

Chapter 7: The Mall Thursday we gave the outfit. Friday we expected Sam. But nothing happened. Claire said he didn’t turn up. She even went to the door and pretended to be selling something to see if everything was okay. But Lauren was acting fine, like nothing had happened. No sign of Sam from the doorway. Safe to say, we were concerned. But there was nothing we could do. But it was now Saturday. And my date... I... mean shopping trip with Charlotte was today. I had to be careful, because whilst she was going to escort me around everywhere, I had to appear as mature as possible throughout the whole day, or else some random Amazon (or Charlotte herself) may try to adopt me. At least when I’m with her it may appear like I belong to her and random Amazons will back off. Getting there was going to be the most dangerous part for me, as I would be unaccompanied. At least she said she would give me a ride home. I got dressed in a simple, cute but mature, purple top and some skinny jeans. But then I started doubting myself as part of me wanted to impress Charlotte, so I opted for a cute but slightly-less-mature-than-the- top-and-jeans-would-have-been yellow dress. It wasn’t like it wasn’t mature, but it wasn’t exactly babyish. It was just... cute. I think Charlotte would like it. And that’s all that went through my mind as I finished getting ready. And as usual, I tucked Luna into bed before leaving the house. It took about 30 minutes to walk to the Mall, and I was met with lots of longing stares at me on the walk there. It was like at least half of the Amazons who walked past me wanted to adopt me right there and then. So I started walking on the opposite side of the road from the main crowds of Amazons. I got to the entrance to the mall when I got a text. Quickly checking it, it was Charlie. ‘Hey sweetie. I’ll be 20 minutes late. Sorry! Wait for me at the food court, okay? We’ll grab food first then we’ll go shopping for some new stuff for you. Be a good girl. See you soon xx Charlie xx’ I replied back. ‘I’m always a good girl! See you soon xx’ Closing my phone, I walked in to the mall, with a weird, creeping feeling that I was being watched. Looking around as I was walking past the people, all I could see was a bunch of Amazons, some of them with littles. I saw the occasional free little walk past, but they seemed as sheepish and nervous as me so anyone I made eye contact with quickly looked away and went on with their business. I couldn’t see anyone following me though. Still, I couldn’t let my guard down. I finally made my way to the food court, checking the time on my phone. It had only been 2 minutes since the text from Charlotte. So I’ve still got another 18 minutes to kill. Finding a table that wasn’t occupied and that was away from any Amazons was difficult, but I managed it. Just as I was about to sit down, an urge that I was really hoping wouldn’t pop up... well... popped up. I needed the bathroom. And quick. ‘I forgot to go before I came out because I was too busy picking out this stupid outfit for Charlotte! Right, table will have to wait. Need bathroom. Where...is...the... aha!’ I found the bathroom nestled away in the corner of the food court. Now you see I hadn’t been to the mall in a very long time. I mean look at the world, it’s not exactly going to be the safest place for an un-adopted little. I’ve heard the horror stories. I know a lot of littles need to visit for clothes or work or whatever, and a lot manage to visit without any incidents, but I did not want to risk it. Especially seeing as I could always just make my own clothes at work. But yes, because I hadn’t been to the mall in a very long time, I didn’t know that they had replaced the little sized bathrooms with family changing rooms. Free littles were expected to either be padded and to have their nappies changed in the changing rooms, or to somehow use the oversized Amazon bathrooms. Obviously, I was not going to go with the former, so I’d somehow have to make do with the latter. I rushed across the mall, diving between groups of Amazons and dashing past strollers and tables to get to the bathroom as soon as possible. This must be one of the worst places to have an accident as a little. There are way too many potential adopters. ‘Why did I agree to this? How did I let Charlotte talk me into this?’ I tripped on a wheel of a stroller. ‘Get up. Get up now Olivia. Before someone decides you obviously can’t walk and should be kept to crawling or being carried.’ But I froze in fear as I looked up at the occupant of the stroller I had just tripped on. It was a little. And their face said it all, a mix of fear, envy and resignation at their situation. That would be me if I didn’t get up now. So I pushed as hard as I could, I got up and I started running. “Are you okay little one?” I heard from some Amazon behind me. I didn’t want to look back, so I kept running. “Yeah, sorry, got to get to work” I shouted back. Obviously a lie, but something that made it clear that I wasn’t completely helpless, that I didn’t need help. I got to the women’s bathroom and opened the large door. ‘Made it. Right. Need to pee. Hurry!’ I thought. I started searching for an unoccupied stall, the first was taken. But the second and third weren’t. Quickly, I entered the second stall when I heard the first open. I saw the occupant of the first stall in the mirror on the wall as I began closing the door. ‘Short hair, casual clothing, Amazon but not very tall for one, maybe a bit closer to a betweener? But they turned right instead of left... The exit was left. As were the sinks. Why would they turn...?’ I closed the door quickly as it dawned on me. Before I could lock the stall door, it was pushed open by the short haired Amazon woman. She looked down at me with the same face a lion must have when it’s hunting its prey. “Oh sweetie, this isn’t the right place for you. You need the changing rooms next door. Let’s get you into a nice thick nappy and Mummy can take you home!” the woman said in a calm, soothing voice. The kind that you’d specifically talk to a baby with. “You know, I knew as soon as I saw you outside earlier that you would make the most perfect little baby for me.” She picked me up and started carrying me outside the bathroom. ‘I knew it. I knew I was being followed. It was her the whole time.’ My body betrayed me. I wanted to run. I needed to run. But I just froze completely, like a doll. And soon I’d be her little doll. ‘Fight damn you Olivia’ I screamed to myself in my head. ‘FIGHT’ As we exited the women’s bathroom, she turned and took me towards the family changing rooms. My body and mind unfroze as it dawned on me that I could actually fight. I’ve been taught my whole life to just accept and deal with whatever bullshit these Amazons do to you. That ‘if you cooperate, you’ll be better off’. But honestly, what is the point if either way you are going to be a helpless, mindless little baby? So I screamed. “GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME!” She was not expecting that. She also did not expect me to struggle. And damn, did I struggle. But sadly, her strength was greater than mine. I didn’t stand a chance at escape, but I fought anyway. I would not give in. Not this time. If she wanted me, she’d have a difficult time getting me. Something I didn’t expect was that the commotion alerted people in the nearby area. Most Amazons had seen this kind of display before. Most just ignored it, saw it as another day, another little trying to resist what is best for them. Some watched because they got off on it I guess. Thankfully for me, one person who needed to see the commotion saw it. And she was pissed. I was dragged kicking and screaming into the family changing room. “D’aww, is someone not happy about her nappies?” I heard from another Amazon who was in the middle of changing her little. Her little was some 40 year old guy who blushed when we made eye contact. “Yeah, I saw her and I just knew I had to adopt her. She’s not taking it so well though. I honestly wasn’t even expecting to adopt at this point in my life, so I haven’t even got her proper padding.” The short haired captor of mine replied in a friendly tone towards the slightly taller Amazon woman. “Oh here, have one of mine, can’t have her having any accidents can we?” she handed a thick plastic nappy over, but before my new ‘Mummy’ could accept it, the door swung open, to everyone’s surprise. “GET. YOUR HANDS. OFF HER. NOW.” It was Charlotte. She was here for me. ‘Please for the love of everything good in this world, save me’ I thought to myself, praying. Clearly taken aback, the short haired Amazon paused for a moment, before finally finding the courage to speak. “Sorry love, but this one is taken. You’ll have to get your own.” Now Charlotte, to all who may see her or even talk to her, may come off as one of the friendliest, softest people you will ever meet. But as I learned that day, you don’t want to piss her off. You don’t want to upset her or anyone she is close to. And today this unfortunate Amazon threatened someone she seemed to like; at least I think she liked me. “If you want to leave this bathroom in one piece, you’ll hand me back my friend right this minute.” She stepped closer, at which point I realised she had a distinct height advantage over the woman holding me. “Friend? Don’t you mean adorable little baby?” The other Amazon said in a cutesy babytalk voice, wrapping up her baby boy and putting him in his stroller. “Get out. NOW” growled Charlotte towards the other Amazon. Something about the way she said ‘now’ made that woman rush out like her life depended on it. And honestly, the way it sounded to me, it may have. Left with just me, Charlotte, and the woman who tried to kidnap me, the room went silent. It was obvious the woman did not know what to do. She didn’t want to give me up, but at the same time I think Charlotte going full Mama Bear may have made her have second thoughts about that. “But... but I adopted her first!” Charlotte looked at me. “Pardon my language dear...” she said softly. Then, looking up at the woman, she said, “You didn’t fucking adopt anyone. She’s a perfectly capable adult and you will not turn her into anything. Sure, she is fucking adorable, and I agree that she’d look adorable in a thick nappy...” I was both petrified and also blushy as hell as she winked towards me at that last point. “But that doesn’t matter, she’s mine” the Amazon snapped back. Taking a few seconds to assess the situation, Charlotte found the woman’s weakness that she needed. “Look, you’re close to being a betweener. And you know what life is like for a betweener. You think it’s easy to just claim she is unfit to look after herself. How about I do the same to you? I’m sure no one would argue or stop me if I decided to adopt you myself. How about I put you in nappies and you can be her baby sister?” “You wouldn’t! You can’t!” there was a fear in the Amazon’s voice that wasn’t there before. This was a new level of fear. The same kind of fear you’d normally hear from a little. “Oh we both know I can. And if you try to adopt my cute little friend here, I will have you back in a nursery before you can say goo goo ga ga.” “No, you know what, fine, she’s yours. Whatever. This isn’t worth it. Just leave me alone you crazy bitch!” the woman shoved me into the arms of Charlotte and ran out of the bathroom crying. I took a deep breath, she was gone. And leaning against Charlotte’s chest, I could feel her taking the exact same kind of breath. “Are you okay hun? She didn’t hurt you or do anything to you did she?” I shook my head. “Okay good, it’s okay, I’ll protect you. No one hurts my friends.” She held me close. I instinctively nuzzled into her chest and let out a few tears. She saved me. “Shhhh, let it out sweetie. It’s okay, you’re safe now”. She stroked my hair. I melted into her. I was safe. I had never felt this safe before in my life. After a good minute of us just standing there in silence, with me in her arms, she finally let me down onto the floor. “Now sweetheart, let’s get out of here. We’ll grab some food and then go shopping, okay?” I nodded. “Oh and before I forget, I saw her drag you out of the bathroom. I’m guessing you needed to go? Did you manage to go potty before she grabbed you or do you need to go still?” I blushed at her use of the word ‘potty’. “Umm... I think your Mama Bear voice was a bit too effective.” Charlotte scanned me, before quickly putting her hands to her mouth as she looked at the puddle forming beneath me. She tried her best not to laugh. “I... may have... gone... already...” ========================================================== Thanks for reading this chapter! I hope people enjoy it. Feedback and comments are welcome and appreciated! I'll try and post the next one Sunday or Monday. Going to try and get started on the next section of the story this weekend after having a couple of days off.

We all know how it goes when a little assumes they are safe and drop their guard ? Even smart cookies like Olivia often fail to take everything into consideration.

Thank you! Thanks! Oh no, Olivia is sooo sneaky and careful... she would never be caught!... ? Thanks for the comment! You'll just have to wait and see! Who says she doesn't? Problem is she wouldn't be able to use them in public, can't let Amazons know these things exist! And you'll just have to wait and see for the rest!

Well that was certainly an exciting and nerve wracking chapter! Really pleased some things worked out, but hate that we've got to wait for the aftermath. Really excited for the next one!

Chapter 6: Allies Flustered, I cleaned up the shop quickly before locking up, just as Mal came back. “Hey Kiddo, how’d everything go?” he said as he slurped loudly through the straw in the drink he was holding. He was trying to get to me. And what was worse was that it was working. “Where have you been?” I snapped back. “Hey calm down, I saw you were talking to that redhead again and didn’t want to interrupt. So I went and got a few supplies for that design for Sam. Got some food too, figured you’d want a bit of space without me lurking.” “What do you mean? I don’t need space. Why would I need space?” “Because... you either want to get in her pants, or let her get in yours, maybe to put you in thicker underwear?” “I’m not into her!” I said, with my face feeling like it was on fire. It must have been bright red at this point, as obvious as a big flashing cartoon sign above my head saying ‘BLUSHY LITTLE! ISN’T SHE CUTE?’ “Aaaand there we have it folks! Ding ding ding ding ding! Honestly I’m glad it’s that and not the other option. I’d hate to lose my best seamstress!” “And friend.” I added. “Yes, that too I guess. I mean who would I tease if you went and ended up suckling on that girl’s breasts and wetting your widdle nappies?” Thankfully my face couldn’t blush anymore, so there was no way Malcolm could tell that that sentence had gotten to me more than being accused of liking Charlotte. “Shut up you. Let’s just close up so I can get home”. “And think of Miss Charlotte and her feeding you?” he teased. So I punched him. He deserved it. We quickly locked up and Mal gave me a ride back to my place before driving off home himself. Whilst I find the car seat utterly humiliating, I can’t complain about its comfort, I had wanted to fall asleep within a few minutes of sitting in it. Thankfully it’s only a 10 minute drive so I managed to keep myself awake. Once I was home, I got out of my work attire, down to just a little white cami and my shorts that I wear when I’m having a quiet night in snuggled up with my favourite stuffie and binge watching some nerdy movies. However this time I couldn’t help but be distracted because my shorts stood out a bit more than usual. After the accident earlier, there was no way I risk going without a nappy. At least I had changed into a clean one, otherwise the shorts would have been barely able to fit over that wet one. “I’ll wear for one more night. If I’m dry when I wake up, I can finally stop wearing these ridiculous things. I’m surprised it’s lasted this long to be honest, usually it only lasts 24 at most.” I liked talking to myself. Or Luna. And at least talking to Luna I didn’t feel as much of a weirdo, even if she was only a stuffed rabbit. Snuggled up under my soft, thick blanket, I started dozing off to that movie with the small folk in that fantasy land who find a magic ring. I swear it was quite progressive when it came out, the littles in it were free, treated just like the bigger races, but as like with any movie these days, they all ended up in nappies being adopted by the rest of the Fellowship at the end of the movie. That’s the thanks you get for saving the world as a little I guess. I had heard the original book had a much different ending, where everyone lived happily. And equal. But the book came out a long long time ago and society has not been kind to littles since then. Whilst we were a bit more free back then, we didn’t have many protections. Over time, Amazons started bringing in more protections for us, but this meant enforcing more control over us. And to be honest, those protections barely protect us at all, most ‘parents’ are just abusive, controlling, and manipulative, and they get away with a lot of nasty stuff. Eventually the Amazons started enforcing what the media could portray, and a little with a happy ending that doesn’t involve being taped into a thick nappy and turned into a mindless baby was not one of them. So any evidence of the original book was removed. Stories got rewrote so any little protagonist got their inevitable end in nappies. No media would get funding if it went against those unwritten rules, and any indie producer would either get shut down if they’re a progressive Amazon, or sent to an adoption centre if they were a little. But as I lay there, all thoughts about how unfair the system was slowly drifted away as I myself slowly drifted off to sleep. And all I was left with that I could picture... was her. I woke up with my alarm screaming at me, so I rolled over to hit it to shut up. “Just like I do Malcolm” I giggled to myself. I could hear the crinkles coming from my underwear. Time for the moment of truth I guess... “Dry. Thank fuck.” I tore the nappy off and threw it in the bin before getting some of my sexiest panties and laying them out on my bed. I smiled, staring at the bed, knowing that I won’t have to wear those stupid nappies again. Aaaaand then I pushed down the slight bit of regret that had bubbled up to the surface. Nope. Not feeling that. I took a quick shower and ate breakfast, when I remembered that I had forgot to check my email last night. So I opened my little sized laptop and sure enough, Sam’s ‘Mummy’ had emailed me. And from the first line I could tell today was going to be a tough day. ‘Hello there little one, Well aren’t you just a super talented little babygirl! Maybe one day I’ll adopt you once I’ve got Samantha trained. Unless someone else adopts you first. Which I wouldn’t put past them, you have the cutest little cheeks! Talking about Samantha, I love that design, so I’m giving the go ahead. I bet you want something just like it, that’s probably why you’re so good at designing such babyish clothing! Maybe I could get you to make an identical one so you can be her twin sister! Anyway, enough about that, be a good little girl and get it made by closing time tomorrow for me. If you’re a very good girl maybe I’ll give you a new stuffie or something! See you soon babygirl, Lauren’ Fuck. Her. I wish I got to see the inevitable look on her face when she realises Sam has gone. Focusing on the email, I quickly checked whether it was sent yesterday or this morning. Oh fuck, it was sent yesterday, I need to get to work and start making that outfit. Thankfully with the technology we have in our world, nanites, the time to create such an elaborate outfit is cut to a fraction of the time it would take in the past. What used to take me a week, maybe two, is cut down into one day at most. But I still needed to create the garment, prepare the special items Sam will use to escape, and then make it presentable for Lauren when she arrives just before closing. Malcolm and I arrived at the store just in time for opening, and I rushed straight into the back room to start working on everything. “So she accepted it? It’s all going to plan?” “YES!” I shouted back. “NOW LET ME WORK. NOT MUCH TIME.” “Have the effects of the milk worn off yet by the way?” “YES. SHUT UP.” Despite yelling, you could sense the embarrassment in my voice. Thankfully Mal must have sensed my need to not talk about my potty issues or my choice of underwear, and he shut up and let me get on with my work. ------------------------------------------------- Now a little back-story on our operation. Whilst we are not a big operation, we at least had a bit of help from people outside the store who believed in our cause. So whilst we did most of the work and took most of the risk, we weren’t alone. We’d reach out when we needed certain items or services. One of our allies was an Amazon Doctor and scientist, called Eve, who was working on a new compound for us, that would only target Amazons, not littles or inbetweeners. It would knock them out in less than 30 seconds and would last for about 10 minutes. Due to the metabolism of an Amazon and the size of them, 10 minutes would be the most we could get. Eve was a strong believer in little rights, and had often had her research destroyed or taken away from her by her employer because it would have threatened the power Amazons had over us littles. And by that, I mean she was researching ways to reverse hypnosis and other ‘modifications’ done to littles against their will. She had her own little, which put me off her at first; until I found out she had adopted this little to help cure her. We had actually met Eve through our store when she brought her little in for a new dress. We were ready to give up on the idea of rescuing the little after seeing how far gone she was, but our opinions of Eve quickly changed when she had overheard me trying to talk to her little and assess her. She saw me trying to help her, which made me freeze in fear, when she rushed over and grabbed me. Thankfully my fear quickly subsided when she excitedly explained to me that she was trying to ‘fix’ her little, to make her normal again. That she was so happy there were people out there like her trying to help other littles. She told me all about her little, how she had been previously adopted, tortured, abused and forcefully regressed. There was very little of her left inside her. Most of the time she would just act like a helpless baby, you wouldn’t be able to tell she was ever an adult. It was at that moment that we agreed to help each other however we could. We tell Eve what kinds of things we need, she tells other Amazons about our store. The more Amazons who bring their littles in, the more littles we can help. And now, thanks to Eve, her little even has moments of clarity, albeit rare and fleeting. Still no speech yet, just flickers of clarity in her eyes. She has also developed sleeping drugs that littles can slip into Amazon drinks, or medicine that counters the effects of certain drugs on a little. But all of that isn’t enough to get a little free. A lot of littles are stuck in cribs or unable to reach door handles or get past security systems. And for that, we request the help of David. And thanks to our tech guy, David, we not only were able to weaponise Eve’s compound, but we also managed to figure out how to hide multiple tiny electronic devices in our outfits that may assist a little with opening locked doors or disabling basic security devices. We had no idea how old he was, he must have been anywhere between his late thirties and his early fifties. And he is a genius when it comes to nanotech. David is invaluable to our operation honestly, and we do not pay him enough, but he refuses to be paid any more because ‘we owe him his life.’ Because he was the first little we rescued. David was in a similar position that Sam is in right now. He was being kept as a baby girl by some cruel Amazons. His ‘parents’ used a handful of modifications to keep him in his baby state for over half of his life. It was some kind of punishment, as he had previously tried to escape. So of course she came into our shop for a humiliating outfit for him. Thankfully we had figured out what was going on, and David told us all about how he tried to use his knowledge of tech to escape, but she had caught him, and thus decided to turn him into a baby girl. We offered to help him escape, to be free, and in return he offered to help us whenever we needed it. It was a risky plan, but thankfully a successful one. We used Claire, the third in our little group of allies to pose as an LSS agent and with a bit of hacking by David from inside the house, his Mummy had agreed to give custody back to the ‘legal mother’. There was no struggle, which meant she honestly didn’t want the hassle of him anyway, so it was very likely she’d just go and adopt someone who was more... compliant. Anyway, there was no ‘legal mother’ really, but she didn’t know that. All Claire had to do was present a fake LSS database that said David was the property of some non-existent woman and that there could be legal troubles and done, David was free. We set him up with an apartment and he managed to get back on his feet relatively quickly, even got all the modifications reverted. Heard he even regained control of his bladder, but I never feel comfortable bringing it up with him to find out. Claire, as I said, was the third in our little group of allies. She was an actress (well, she always said she wanted to be one. She actually works at a hardware store.) and a friend of Malcolm’s. And just like Malcolm she was very... protective. Whilst I guess you could call us friends, she looked at me like a little sister or sometimes... a bit more maternal. Sometimes it scares me how maternal she gets with me, and often worry she’ll adopt me one day, but I know Mal would never let that happen, and she would never betray her friend. Anyway, Claire is the last step in the escape plan usually. Eve’s tricks disable the Amazon, David’s toys disable the obstacles to help the little get out. And Claire is there for them as soon as they get out of the house. Most of the time she’s just a getaway driver, but sometimes she’ll provide distractions or... well, pose as LSS agents. I know it’s a lot of messing about and secrecy and it would just be quicker to just snatch the little right from under their parent’s nose, but we cannot risk being found out. We are the best chance some littles have. And we have to work in secret. ------------------------------------------------- It took a few hours to set up the machine to create the outfit, all I’d need to do now is press the button and after a few hours, done. I’d have to manually do some little additions to it, but that wouldn’t take longer than an hour. If everything goes according to schedule, we’ll have it ready by 4.30pm, just in time for Lauren to come pick it up. For now though, I pressed the button and went to talk to Malcolm to finalise the plan. “Done kiddo?” he asked as I walked into his office. “Yup. So, let’s go over the plan one last time.” I said with determination. We would save Sam. He needed a win. And so did I. “Okay, so she’ll take the outfit, and obviously the first thing she’ll do when she gets home is want to dress Sam in it.” Malcolm said. “And when she gets to the snaps on the onesie built into the dress, the middle one when snapped will release Eve’s compound, knocking her out. She’ll collapse, and Sam will be free to make his escape.” I replied. “And then they’ve got that gooey mixture to loosen the tapes on that ridiculous crawler nappy. That’s in his left sleeve.” I nodded in reply. Crawler nappies were notorious for being impossible for littles to get off themselves. The tape used requires an Amazons strength to undo. And Sam would need to get that thing off if he wanted to do more than crawl, hence the name. Malcolm carried on. “Thanks to David’s toys stashed in the collar, Sam will be able to get past the security on the door, he may need to find something to climb on to open the door though, he says it’s pretty high up.” “Then Claire is waiting outside in her car, where she’ll pick him up, pretend to adopt him, and then drive off to the shop. Then we’ll sort him out and get him back to his wife where they can live safely.” David nodded this time. We discussed all the little details of the plan, losing track of time, until being alerted by the machine that the outfit was ready. I took it off, gave it a satisfactory look over, and spent a good 30 minutes making small handmade details to it, and inserting the escape items. Wrapping up the dress in a cute little display box to give to the customer, I handed it to Mal. “You saw the email, you were copied in. I’m not taking my chances being around her.” Malcolm nodded and went out to the shop front, when shortly after the bell rang as someone entered the store. I looked through to the storefront using the CCTV, and as I had guessed, it was Lauren and Sam. He was in some stupid little bubble romper being carried by her. They must have left the stroller today. After some light conversation, Malcolm handed the outfit over; Lauren paid for it, and left. I noticed she looked towards the back room where I was, which was closed off thankfully. I sighed and brought my hands to my face in relief that this part was over, but nervous as hell about the next part of the plan, the most important part, his escape. Not hearing him enter, Malcolm decided to break the obvious tension with some of his usual light-hearted teasing. Much to my annoyance. “So she asked about you. Something about wanting to thank you by getting you a matching outfit...” he laughed. “Anyway, you should be going, you better get an early night tonight so you’re up early for your date with Mummy!” He laughed even harder. So I punched him again. ========================================================== Thanks for reading the latest chapter! I hope you enjoyed it. Feedback and comments are welcome and appreciated! I finished chapter 20 today, which means 1/3 of the story is done, so I'm thinking of posting 4 chapters this week. So I'll try for Friday and Sunday. I'm excited about posting the next few chapters too, a lot of stuff happens and it was a lot of fun to write!

Yeah, I'm very much the same! And you shouldn't have to wait too long to find out! Thanks for the comment! She seems it, doesn't she? Thank you I hope you continue to enjoy it! I can't promise there won't be any cruel behaviour, it is in the diaper dimension after all. Thankfully not all Amazons are like that though.

I guess we'll have to see! Thank you for the lovely compliment! Thank you! Thank you so much! Thank you! And don't worry, I love hearing people enjoy my story!

Chapter 5: *Wink* After Sam had left with his ‘Mummy’, the rest of the day had been pretty uneventful. I sent a message to his wife, which turned out to be the same Jean I had met once or twice back at University. Apparently they had met on campus and fell in love, marrying shortly after they both graduated. We did have a couple of littles come in for some custom clothing that wasn’t babyish, which is a bit of a discreet service we provide. We don’t really want to advertise it, but we happily make all sorts of clothes, not just babyish stuff. We just warn littles who were coming in unaccompanied that we have a lot of Amazons shop here and there is nothing stopping them from adopting them if they can. So usually the littles would knock on the back door and I’d see to them in my workshop away from prying eyes. The few little customers we had that day just wanted some suits adjusting and some dresses designing. Easy work compared to baby clothes really, because the baby clothes usually require special work at the parent’s request. Sometimes it can be to restrict movement. Sometimes it can be to make a little feel turned on. Sometimes it’s to restrict senses or whatever other fucked up ideas they have. And because we need the business, and to maintain our cover, we have to agree to it. We did had a little boy come in accompanied by their Daddy. The Daddy seemed friendly, and their little seemed happy. After a brief discussion between the Daddy and Mal, I took the little into my workshop to do my routine checkup. I checked the usual signs of abuse and brain activity to see if this was a little who could be saved. But my heart broke within seconds of trying to talk to them. They had had their teeth removed and obviously had been hypnotised. They were nothing more than a babbling, drooling baby now. There was no saving them. I had heard of some procedures or therapies that can eventually remove hypnosis triggers and effects, but it wasn’t commonly available over here. He was stuck like this. He needed someone to care for him or he wouldn’t survive at this point. And it scared the living shit out of me seeing what could potentially be my future staring back at me. There was no way in hell I would let this happen to me. This is cruel, it’s barbaric. It’s... evil. And yet it’s seen as normal. What kind of fucking bastard does this to a person? I took the measurements and handed him back to their Daddy. There was no helping them. They were too far gone. I looked at Malcolm with disappointment but a slight flicker of fury and anger behind my eyes. If I ever get the opportunity, I will make them ALL fucking pay. I worked on the designs for the outfit I was designing for Sam to try and get my mind off that last customer. I was ready to smash something, and Malcolm knew this, so he made himself scarce. He knew now was not the time to make jokes or tease me. Whilst working, I was making sure to put the necessary hidden compartments into Sam’s outfit. We could save him. We can’t save everyone but we can at least save him. One person at a time. Thankfully the items we needed to put in his outfit we already had in stock, so we didn’t need to contact any of our allies for help just yet. I quickly saved the finished ‘safe’ design and emailed it to the client for her to give the go ahead. I made sure to design it very old fashioned and frilly and girly. She obviously got off on turning him into a babygirl, and I needed her to accept the outfit so I can make it for him to escape. So I gave in to her desires and wishes. I hate it, but it’s needed. Thankfully it wasn’t long off closing time, so I pottered about the store for a while, trying to distract myself. It was always this time between finalising the plan and waiting for the result that killed me. It’s not like I can even start making the outfit until the Amazon gives the go ahead. Malcolm left me with the store to go get some supplies. I hope no Amazons come in whilst he’s gone. About half an hour before closing, I was sorting the display out, ducking out of view every time an Amazon walked past, when a display in the back fell down. Quickly scrambling to save it before it became a mess, I did not hear the bell that the door makes when someone enters. All that was going through my head was the need to save the display as best I could. I was fully bent over trying to pick up a hair bow from the floor when someone spoke up behind me. “Be still my beating heart!” I knew that voice. Where did I know it from though? It was...heavenly... it was...OH SHIT. “D’aww did someone wear a pwetty dwess and a puffy widdle nappy jus for widdle me?” “Oh um” I stood up quickly and turned around, straightening my dress out. It was Charlotte. Of course she appeared just as I was bent over, with my nappy on full display to anyone who could see. “Hello Ma’am”. “Charlotte!” “I know Ma’am.” “No, I said last time you may call me Charlotte, silly, you don’t need formalities with me. Just because I’m double your height doesn’t mean you can’t be casual with me!” “Sorry...umm... Charlotte. Nice to see you again, sorry, I was... umm... just fixing this.” “And what a good job you’re doing little one! Did your Daddy give you chores to do today?” “Sorry, wait, what? Daddy?” “Oh I assumed with the nappy and the dress, that nice man Mr Malcolm adopted you or something.” “No no no no no. No. Noooo. NO! Malcolm is not my Daddy! I just had an unfortunate run in with that lady who was chasing me that night. She kind of caught me by surprise yesterday and I maaaaaaay have been fed something that didn’t agree with me.” “Oh wait, that woman I got the bag from? I didn’t even see her face when I bumped into her; she ran off instantly as she seemed to want you pretty bad.” Charlotte thought for a second and her smile grew twice as big. “D’aww did someone have some yummy milkies?” I blushed. Of course I did. Way to go Liv. Way to show how much of a big girl you are. “Haha, don’t worry. I had a little friend who drank some once on a dare and they were stuck in nappies for a few days. It was horrible, so I feel for ya cutie.” I blushed more. Stop it Olivia. Act mature. Stop acting like a giddy school girl with a crush. “Your face gets even cuter when it’s blushy! And sorry for the teasing, but to be perfectly honest, you look adorable in that nappy ...and... umm... quite beautiful in that dress.” She did something I was NOT expecting. She blushed. “Oh um... thank you... Mis...I mean Charlotte.” “So what is your relationship with Mr Malcolm if he’s not your Daddy?” “Oh he’s my business partner. He could never adopt me. He’d be scared I’d beat him up!” I laughed nervously and thankfully she seemed to pick up on it. “D’aww does someone not want a Daddy? “I don’t want any big, I’m happy as an independent little. But especially not a Daddy. I’m a Mummy’s girl after all.” I winked. WHY DID I WINK. YOU NEVER WINK. HAVE YOU EVER IN YOUR LIFE WINKED? Thankfully my internal shouting match was interrupted by Charlotte. “I bet you are.” She winked back. Wait... SHE WINKED BACK! “I don’t blame you. Boys are icky.” She laughed. I nodded in agreement. Which quickly turned into panicking. Was I being too forward? Did she realise I was gay? Did she realise I was into her? Was she gay? Was she interested? Should I flirt with her? I mean, she’s an Amazon, I’m half her height. All this baby teasing surely means she only wants me as her baby. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “D’aww I can see the little cogs in your head turning. It’s absolutely adorable. You’ll understand one day when you’re older sweetie” said Charlotte. It was at that moment that the milk from yesterday decided to finish in my system with a sudden downpour in my nappy. I was mortified. Please no. Not in front of her. At the very least my dress was covering it, so she wouldn’t be able to tell. I’ll wait until she leaves then I’ll change. She’ll never suspect a thing. “Anyway I was just here to check up on you and after your jeans got torn the other week, and seeing as I was going to be going to the mall this weekend anyway, I thought... I could take you shopping? My treat?” “Oh. Um. But. Um. Why? I mean... I’m a seamstress, I can fix or make my own?” “Because I like you, silly, and I want to treat you. I want to treat you to something from a store that isn’t your own. Is that wrong of me? I promise I won’t try to adopt you or anything. Yet anyway.” She stuck her tongue out at that last bit. Which felt weird. Not in a scared way or ‘I’m going to kidnap you and regress you’ way. Not even in any normal way. It was like I wasn’t even the slightest bit scared of that threat. It wasn’t anything to do with me believing if she’d actually do it, it was more... I didn’t care if it was her that did it. Which is the bit that scared me the most. I broke out of my trance and replied with the first thing that came to mind. Which is something I shouldn’t ever say in front of an Amazon. “Maybe one day I’ll let you!” NO. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? OLIVIA ELISE CLARKE. Do you want to end up in nappies forever? Sucking on a dummy? Wetting and messing yourself? Babbling? Because that’s what will happen if you carry on flirting with this woman. “I’ll consider that cutie pie” she winked at me as she said this. “But for now, how about we go to the mall on Saturday, grab a bite to eat, maybe take you to get a new dress or pants or something, and then I’ll drop you off at home. Just a nice day out with a friend.” She grabbed my phone off the counter and she started typing her number on my phone saving herself as a contact. “Anyway, I better be off. Wet nappy is optional on Saturday. Your cute butt isn’t. Also don’t worry, I’m not going to change that wet nappy of yours, I trust you’ll take care of it yourself, being the ‘strong independent little’ that you are?” I blushed. She knew I was wet. How did she know? “Sorry, can’t help it. Maternal instinct and all that, but don’t worry, I promise I won’t adopt you! Unless you ask nicely...” She winked again and my heart melted as she walked towards the door. I looked at my phone with amazement at how I got a girl’s number. I noticed her name wasn’t Charlotte on my phone, which made me look up at her with a questioning look. “People I like call me Charlie” she said as she left the store. ========================================================== Thanks for reading this chapter! I hope everyone enjoys it. Looks like you'll be seeing a lot more of Charlotte soon! I've not been writing much these past few days, but if I can manage to get back to the speed I was at, I'll probably post 2 more chapters this week. Just about finished with Act 1 (done 18 out of the 20 chapters in Act 1 so far). So I'll try and post the next chapter either Wednesday or Thursday. And as always, feedback and comments are greatly appreciated!

That's a good rule! Olivia would have been wise to follow it... And we've got a while to go yet in the story, that's a lot of time for Olivia to avoid being adopted!

Really excited to see what happens next. Another great chapter! And I really hope Addy makes the right decision, whatever that may be.

Charlotte will appear again in the story, don't worry They would be pretty good parents! Thank you! It's definitely one of my favourite parts I've written so far.

Chapter 4: Old Friends and New Beginnings I must have been out for a while, because when I came to, I was somewhere other than the diner. The haze I felt from the milk had gone, but I still felt cravings for it. I guess because it was my first time drinking it, I hadn’t yet become fully addicted to it. I wanted to open my eyes, but I was dreading what fresh hell I was in, whether I was with the crazy lady, whether I was with Malcolm... or maybe even somewhere else? Part of me didn’t want to open my eyes because I really didn’t want to have to face whatever it was. I was scared. I wasn’t ready to be regressed. To have my life cut short. To have my freedom taken away from me and to have my basic functions reduced to that of a baby. That’s when I heard a familiar voice. “Oh good, she’s awake. Hey Kitten!” I sighed. Both in relief and frustration. “Oh don’t you fucking start” I said with a slight croak to my voice, but with happiness in my heart that could not be rivalled. It was my saviour. It was Malcolm. I hadn’t been taken. Or at least I assumed that was the case. I’d have to ask him what happened when I woke up properly. For now, it was safe to open my eyes at least. My room! It was my bedroom. Thank fuck. I was safe. I don’t know what happened to that woman, but I was no longer hers. I was safe at home where no one could get to me. “What happened?” I asked as I sat up. I heard a crinkling noise. “Wait... what?” Malcolm put his arm on my shoulder to calm me. “I’ll tell you the basics later when you’ve recovered properly. You’ve been out for hours now. That was a very big nap for such a little girl!” Malcolm teased. I didn’t appreciate this. Not right now. “I mean... why... AM I WEARING A FUCKING NAPPY? AND WHY IS IT WET?” “Language! I swear one of these days that mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble. Even if you don’t care about manners, an Amazon usually will, and they will happily sort that problem out in no time!” I suddenly turned into a tiny shy mouse-like girl who could barely speak louder than a whisper. I hadn’t expected Malcolm to use his scary ‘Daddy voice’. It was clearly effective, as it stopped me right in my tracks. He’s not wrong though, I did swear a teeny bit too much... “...Umm... sorry. Just... why am I wearing this? You did save me right? Then why this? Are you adopting me? After all we’ve done? Did she adopt me? Did I adopt myself?” I grinned at that last part. Thankfully so did he. It went quiet for a few seconds until we both started laughing out loud. “Kitten, firstly, no one has adopted you. Secondly, once we found out she had drugged you with that milk, we figured it would be no time at all until you had an accident. That’s a side effect of the milk, you know this. And with how much you drank and your empty stomach, we knew that we needed more than just a pull-up. So I’m sorry, but it’s nappies for a couple of days until the milk is cleared out of your system. Don’t worry, these ones are designed for you to be able to change yourself, I’m not so mean as to make you wear something like crawlers or anything. ...As fun as that would be to see.” I growled. “Ooooh kitten is scawy!” he teased. “So I’m stuck in nappies for a couple of days like a baby? Wait... what about the other side effects...? Oh crap.” “Oh crap indeed little one...” he laughed. He was definitely enjoying this more than I was, and he definitely enjoyed emphasizing that word. “So I’m going to be stuck pissing and shitting myself for a day or two. Great.” “Language” he warned softly this time. That was a reminder. I’ve never pushed him so much he’s needed to take action. Seriously, I’d hate a spanking from him, he’s pretty huge and I’m guessing it would hurt. A lot. “Sowwy.” I pulled the cutest little puppy dog eyes I could. “One of these days that cute face is going to get you adopted. I’m always a pushover when you do that.” “Haha! No chance. Who could ever tame a little like me?” “An Amazon who manages to tame you deserves to keep you, you little munchkin!” he smiled, “Anyway, take the day off, you’ve been through plenty. I’ll manage the store. You recover so you can get out of those nappies. Even if they do look adorable on that cute lil butt of yours!” “You just want what you can’t have!” I teased back. “I know” he sighed. “I’ll never have a business partner who appreciates my jokes” he started to pretend to cry. “Aww, I’m sure someone has a sense of humour as bad as yours. I bet you’re even soul mates!” We both laughed and chatted until Mal decided he better go and open shop. Just as he was leaving my apartment, I remembered what I was going to ask him earlier. “Hey, Mal, what happened back there at the store? How exactly did you get me back from that woman?” “Oh I just used my charm on her. Also you weren’t legally adopted at that point. She gave you up pretty quickly after that. Don’t worry; she shouldn’t be bothering you again.” And with that, he left. I knew him too well; there was no way his charm made her give me up. Something must have happened but he won’t tell me. I know how scary he can be when he’s angry and defensive. And if she got that directed at her... well part of me kind of felt sorry for her. But only a teeny part. ------------------------------------------------- I was left alone with Luna and these damn nappies. “I can’t believe I’ve got to wear these. But I don’t want to risk it.” I said, talking to my stuffie Luna. I started walking around the apartment, getting used to the first nappies I’ve worn since I was a baby. “I mean they are pretty comfy...” I said, posing in front of the mirror. “And he was right, my butt does look pretty cute in them. But nope, one or two days and then I’m out of these and back into proper underwear.” I kept admiring them for a few more minutes, appreciating how they felt like they were hugging me. I was starting to lose myself in posing in them when I felt my tummy gurgle. ‘No. Please...’ I thought to myself. I could barely clench my stomach when, without warning, the back of my nappy filled and expanded. I stood there in shock. I knew it was coming, but I hadn’t expected it to happen right there and then. Thankfully Mal wasn’t here for this and I could just change myself. That’s when the smell hit me. “Oh fuck. How can Amazons stand changing these so much? It stinks!” I tried waddling around my apartment to try and find some more nappies. I had no idea if he had left me some spares. I couldn’t find any, so I needed to do something I really didn’t want to do... I pulled out my phone and started texting Mal. He must have opened the store by now, so surely he can tell me if he left any more here and if so, where. Liv: Hey Mal, quick question Mal: What’s up Puddlebutt? Liv: Mal: XD Liv: I... I need a change Daddy: D’aww does someone need Dada to change your soggy nappy? Liv: NO! SHUT UP! I just need to know if you bought anymore and if so, where are they? Liv: And also... it’s not just soggy. Daddy: omg did you mess yourself little princess? That is SO adorable. I wish I could have seen it! Liv: HEY WAIT, WHEN DID YOU CHANGE YOUR SCREEN NAME? Daddy: Haha sorry. Mal: Couldn’t resist. I’ll give up on the teasing for now. You must really need a change Miss Poopypants. Nappies are in your wardrobe. Good luck mushbutt, see you at work tomorrow! Liv: Thanks Oh my g...grrrrrrr. I’m gonna kill him. I waddled over to my wardrobe. This was definitely not the most dignified point in my life, but it didn’t feel as bad as I assumed it would. Just feels... weird. But I definitely don’t want to get used to this. After a very clumsy nappy change, and a LOT of wet wipes, I managed to get myself into a clean nappy and my jammies. It was time to play some games and relax for the day seeing as I had the day off. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. I only had that one massive blowout, but I definitely wet again a couple of times during the day so I changed just before I got in bed. I may have to go to work in a nappy tomorrow if I’m still not able to stay dry. This milk sure is powerful, scarily so. ------------------------------------------------- I woke up wet. Great. It’s still in my system. Nappy it is then. I hope I can find some clothes that will go over it and not make it obvious how thickly padded I am. Because whilst Mal didn’t get me any ‘regressed little’ specific nappies like crawlers, he definitely got me ones thick enough to be noticeable under jeans. So after a good amount of time searching, I found a dress that would cover the nappy as long as I was careful and didn’t bend over or anything. I rarely wore dresses these days, because I found quite early on that Amazons are more likely to feel like they want to, and are allowed to, check the state of your nappy or underwear if you’re wearing a dress. It’s like an open invitation. But today needs to be a dress day. There’s no way my jeans will fit over that enormous nappy. Talking about nappies... I quickly and clumsily changed my nappy and put on a clean one before throwing the dress on and putting on my makeup. And this time I won’t forget breakfast. “The one time I do... well... this happens” I say as I poke the nappy I’m wearing. The rest of the morning goes pretty smoothly. I even get out the door on time to see Mal with his stupid smug grin on his stupid smug face. “Good morning Princess Poopypants” he says with a snooty accent whilst looking at my dress with much interest. “Would thou require assistance into your carriage? Wouldst thou require a nappy change too?” He went to lift my dress to check me and I punched him as hard as I could. He just laughed. “Sorry stinky. Couldn’t resist. Now up you get.” he said as he lifted me into the car seat. “NO! Before you even start, NO! Go back to kiddo. Or even kitten. No. More. Nicknames.” This feeling, sitting in the car seat, was...interesting. It was a lot more...cosy... and... intimate... with this nappy on. I could see why I saw a lot of littles squirm in these things. He got into the car and started it. Completely ignoring my little outburst, he laughed and ruffled my hair. I was going to have to get him back for this. Just you wait Mal. We arrived at work in time to open as usual. And it wasn’t long before we had our first customer. It was a large Amazon woman pushing a stroller. I couldn’t see if it was an Amazon child or a little inside it. I could tell Mal was trying to figure it out too, so we were stood there, ready to help any potential little. This pretentious hag walked about the store with an aura of power. Of wealth. She was obviously a big shot in some company or the wife of someone who was a big shot. The stroller looked brand new but she didn’t look like she had had a baby recently, so it must be a newly adopted little. As the stroller turned around one of the displays, we got a clear look at the occupant. They were in a yellow frilly dress, with a bonnet and long hair and a locking dummy. Obviously someone wanted a very girly girl baby. The feeling of concern was quickly replaced by a feeling of shock when I saw just who was in the stroller. “Sam!” I quickly shut my mouth and hid behind the counter. I knew him! I mean, I hadn’t seen him since University, but I used to be friends with him! He was studying law or something and he was the same age as me back then. I know he graduated and I heard he got a job and he even married another little. He must have gotten grabbed recently. Oh fuck. I felt so sorry for him. ‘Right. First things first. See if it was consensual’ I peeked out from the side of the counter. I needed to get my brain into gear to be able to assist him if he needed it, but my answer was given instantly when he recognised me and I saw the fear and sadness in his eyes. He was obviously trying to mumble behind a locking dummy. The poor guy. I hope his wife is okay. Thankfully as I was trying to get my head around how I was going to help this guy who was once my friend, Mal stepped up. He must have known something was up with me and this guy, so he spoke up. “Hello there Ma’am, can I help you today?” “Yes you can. I want a dress for my baby girl here. Something pink. Frilly. Classic. You know.” “Similar to what your...” Mal had to correct himself for the customer, realising this was a guy. “...daughter is wearing?” “Yes. But pink and more girly. And I want it done quickly. I do not like waiting.” “Okay, that is not a problem. Let my designer and seamstress take your baby just for 10 minutes so she can measure him. I mean her.” “She can do it here, can she not?” I managed to get my mind in order before standing up from behind the counter to respond. “I can Ma’am, but it would be easier in the fitting room because of our... equipment” “Wait, your seamstress is a little? Are you her Daddy?” the Amazon woman said, looking surprised and also a slight bit offended at the thought of a little having a job. “No, she is an independent little Ma’am. And she is highly qualified and very talented. Probably why she isn’t adopted and already in nappies to be honest, she has some value as a designer.” I could hear in his voice the disappointment in himself in having to say that to appease her. “Ah yes. Good point. Quite. And maybe if she doesn’t do satisfactory work for me I’ll adopt her to keep with my little Samantha. Samantha could do with a playmate.” I felt that pit in my stomach open up wider and wider the more she talked. I needed to get Sam free. He didn’t deserve this. And I definitely didn’t want to end up with this woman. ‘Why does it feel like every other day I’m being kidnapped or threatened to be kidnapped. Honestly what is wrong with this world’? “Well, get on with it then. I want designs by tomorrow. You may take her into that little changing room of yours or whatever. Just make it quick.” “Yes Ma’am” I said meekly. I heard Mal grab the book of designs and start discussing potential designs with Sam’s captor as I wheeled Sam away in his stroller. As a little, it was a bit difficult pushing a stroller because it was obviously not sized for me. Well, it was, but not in the way I needed or wanted it to be. But I managed anyway. I pulled it to a stop in the middle of my workshop and ran over to my table. Frantically searching due to the limited time I had with Sam, I found the tool I was looking for. It was simple enough, but it was very effective at removing locking dummies without damaging them or making it obvious they were removed. Because as a little, I didn’t have the strength to remove them myself, otherwise what would be the purpose of a locking dummy for littles? I got to work and managed to pull free the locking dummy from Sam’s face, when the look of relief that stared back at me confirmed my assumptions. He opened his mouth to speak and I quickly put my hand to his mouth to silence him. “Right. Sam, as much as I’d like to catch up on stuff that’s happened, we have VERY limited time here before your ‘Mummy’ expects you back. Firstly, are you being held against your will? A simple nod or shake will suffice for times’ sake.” He nodded. “Do you want to get out of this situation?” He nodded again. “Is your wife safe?” He nodded with a smile of relief. “Thank fuck. Right, here’s the deal. Here we secretly help littles escape their captors, and we can try to help best we can, but most of it is up to you. We can help provide the tools or documents you need.” We discussed options about how he could escape and how to find his wife Jean. I made notes. He told me about his nursery and the house security system. He told me as much about his baby life as he could in the limited time we had. “Right Sam, I think we can help. But you’re going to have to deal with your situation for a couple more days. I have to be convincing and actually make this abomination of an outfit for you, but when you are wearing it, there will be secret compartments here, here aaaaand here,” I pointed out where the compartments would be on a generic outfit we make. “Once you are wearing it, access the items and use them to escape okay? It is up to you how you use them.” He nodded and hugged me like you’d hug someone who just saved your life. “Thank you. Thank you so much. She’s had me a month and it has been hell. I thought I could avoid it and I got cocky. I will owe you for life. Oh and can you find my wife and tell her to meet at Robinson Park? She’ll know where that is.” “I can do that.” “Wait, don’t you need measurements still? We won’t have time!” “Oh Sam, I’m good at what I do. I already figured them out the moment you stood up. I said I only needed this time so I could talk to you. Now I’m sorry, but this locking dummy needs to go back in”. Dejectedly, Sam got back into his stroller and opened his mouth as I put the locking dummy back in. “Two days. That’s it.” I reminded him. Sam nodded back. This was going to work. I hope. Please let this work. ========================================================== Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Please leave comments and feedback, it is very much appreciated. It'll be either Monday or Tuesday when I post chapter 5.

Another fantastic chapter! Been waiting all day to read this, and it was worth the wait (and anxiety). Looking forward to seeing what happens tomorrow!

It was actually one of the longer chapters I've written! Must be because of how much is happening so quickly. But don't worry, not much longer to wait! She definitely will need nappies... you'll have to wait and see who ends up putting them on her... Thank you! I may post again tonight because I managed to knock out a couple of chapters yesterday.

Thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying it! I think most of us hope that! They would probably have to rely on hypnosis, or donations of milk from Amazon women. Thank you! I've got a bunch of chapters written in advance, but you'll have to wait, sorry it's only a day or two between chapters so far, with a maximum wait of 4 days when I start posting twice a week, next one Sunday though! (Unless I get impatient and post Saturday)

I have never experienced so much anxiety reading a story. Which is a testament to how well written and how easy it is to empathise with the characters. The previous chapter broke me so much I nearly couldn't carry on reading. Thank you for such a wonderful story and I'm excited (and scared!) to see how it ends.

Chapter 3: Never skip breakfast! 3 weeks had passed since the incident. No sign of that crazed Amazon hell bent on revenge. I guess it has helped that Malcolm has been watching out for me and driving me to and from work every day. I think that may have made her too scared to try anything again. Shame I have to use that damn car seat every day. Business is going okay too. The store makes enough profit for us to live comfortably, and whatever is left over is funnelled into rescuing adopted littles. We get to help around one or two littles a month on average, which is sad considering just how many get brought in by Amazons. I wish we could help them all, but in a lot of cases it’s just not possible. Sometimes we are fortunate and a little is newly adopted, which means they are usually easier to help rescue. They haven’t been modified yet, no hypnosis, no official adoption in the system. But this is a rare occurrence; most littles we rescue have been adopted for a while and have usually had some minor modifications. Once or twice we’ve had a little try to escape on their own, only to then see them later with their mind melted. It breaks my heart to see them when that happens. It’s even worse when they aren’t treated right, for example their Mummy or Daddy are abusing them or not feeding them or caring for them in any way. If this is the case we usually we have to call LSS (Little Social Services) and they judge whether or not they should intervene. Sadly, because of the way the world is, they usually side with the parents on this, despite obvious mistreatment. That’s the way the world is I guess, as fucked up as it is. And whilst we can’t do anything to change society, we try to at least save one or two littles at a time. ------------------------------------------------- One day, in the middle of the week, I was tossing and turning throughout the night. Nightmares weren’t uncommon for me, but this one... this one felt more real than ever. I can’t remember much, I don’t know how I got here. That scary Amazon woman was chasing me through a dark corridor. I ran and ran, but she just kept getting closer and closer. Eventually she got her hands on me and took me to a mirror, where I could see that I had no teeth and was dressed in a ridiculously thick nappy and babyish onesie. I couldn’t move. I was helpless and it scared the shit out of me. Just as she was putting an oversized dummy in my mouth I jolted awake. I checked the clock. I was running late. Fuck. Thankfully it was time to get up; because there was no way I was going back to sleep and risk getting that same nightmare again. After brushing the sleep from my eyes and getting out of bed, I zombie-walked over to the large mirror in the corner of my bedroom. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I rubbed my eyes and took a closer look at what I had to work with this morning. Great. I woke up with reeeeally bad bed hair. Better get started... Honestly, it took me such a large portion of the morning to just tame my hair that I didn’t have time to wake up properly or get breakfast, all I could do was throw some clothes on, do my makeup, tuck Luna into bed (got to be kind to your stuffies!), and rush out to meet Malcolm as he was probably getting impatient. It’s not like he can open the shop without me when he needs to pick me up first. He was leaning against his car, waiting. “Hey Kiddo!” he said as he rustled my hair and lifted me into the car seat, strapping me in next to his seat. “Hey that took way too long to sort out, don’t go messing it up! Or I’ll end up looking like a little who can’t take care of herself! Do you want me to get adopted or something?” “I mean you would look cute in a thick nappy, crawling about the store....” I frowned and punched him in the arm, knowing full well that to him it would’ve only been comparable to being hit with a pillow. “Just kidding! You know I’m only kidding!” he started laughing, “Wait, you’re only grumpy when you’re hungry or bored, and we aren’t at work yet, so... have you eaten?” He stared at me with that look parents give when they’re silently judging you. I shook my head. “Oh you! And you say you’re a little who doesn’t need taking care of. Can I at least persuade you to let me treat you to breakfast at the diner?” I grinned at him and nuzzled against him as best as I could whilst still strapped in the car seat. It was difficult to move at all with this blasted thing strapping me in. “Well that was easy. Honestly maybe I was wrong about you being a baby, maybe you’re more like a... kitten... happy and affectionate when food is involved.” “Don’t start with a new nickname; I can barely stand the current one! Anyway, what about the shop?” “Ah don’t worry, it can wait. There aren’t any orders or customers. It’s still early. So let’s get some food in your lil tum tum first!” he tickled my tummy and I did a sort of half smile-half frown thing. He knows I hate tickling. Malcolm grinned as he started his car and began driving, whilst I stared out the window from the car seat and started thinking. Honestly, if I absolutely had to have a Daddy, I would trust Malcolm to be there for me and treat me right. He wouldn’t do anything bad to me and would protect and love me. He’s the best friend I’ve got in this crazy world. This got me thinking about bigs. Which eventually led me to thinking about... her. I hadn’t seen that Amazon since that evening, that one with the red hair and the cute freckles and the cute smil... well umm... basically I hadn’t seen her. We arrived at the diner, and upon entering, Malcolm pointed to a cute little table in the corner. He knew my order, so he’d order whilst I would go and grab the table. We’ve been going here since we moved into the store about 5 years ago, and in that time I like to think I’ve gained the respect of the staff here, so they don’t try anything with me, especially with Malcolm here. I feel safer here than most places outside work and home. At least safe enough that I can grab a seat on my own anyway. Thankfully with Malcolm ordering my drink I can also rule out getting my drinks spiked because he always orders the same as me. I put my bag down and pulled the chair out, but before I could lean back to park my butt on the little sized stool, a large pair of arms suddenly grabbed me around my waist and pulled me back. I was hoisted up into the air with my legs flailing about, and quickly brought down onto someone’s lap! I start panicking and looking around trying to get a view of the person who grabbed me, when a large baby bottle, filled with what looks like milk, is lifted up in front of my view. No! Not that! No! I am not drinking breast milk or whatever is in that. I know what Amazon milk does to a little! I started to struggle as the teat was brought towards my mouth. As much as I tried to resist it, I had no power over this Amazon. If they wanted that bottle in my mouth, it was going in eventually, but maybe I could buy a bit of time until Malcolm got back, so I struggled more. Problem was, this person found an easy way to open my mouth. By going straight for the stomach. They tickled me relentlessly until I eventually gave in and opened up my mouth to laugh, and without a moment’s hesitation, they forced the teat into my mouth. Because of the design of the bottle, I could not help but suckle. If I didn’t, it would make me, no matter how much I resisted. So the milk flowed into my mouth. Now, I had heard about the properties of Amazon’s breast milk. How sweet it was, how good it tasted, how addictive it was... But I had never tried it. In all my years of avoiding being adopted, I had never tried breast milk. And now I see why, because once even just the tiniest drop had landed on my tongue, I could not help but suckle harder. I needed more of this delicious milk. I had never tasted anything so good. Oh my... my body felt like a wave of relaxation washed over it. No thoughts went through my mind other than the need to suckle this bottle. It was like my body needed this to live and nothing else. ------------------------------------------------- For those who don’t know, Amazon breast milk has a few notable qualities. Firstly, it is highly addictive for littles. This is perfect for Amazons trying to create a maternal bond between them and their little, as the more they feed, the more it makes them crave it. Secondly, it removes a little’s bladder and bowel control for a good day or two. A lot of the time you won’t even feel the need to go, you’ll just suddenly be wet or... worse. And the more you drink over time, the more permanent this effect gets until you lose all control. For good. And lastly, it causes a little to get very tired very quickly. If a little is given a whole feeding, it won’t be long before they’re sleeping softly and soundly for a while. ------------------------------------------------- As I sat there suckling at the bottle, they turned me around on their lap so they could see my face, giving me a full view of my captor. I looked up, seeing the brown frizzy hair tucked into a bun, the stupidly large hoop earrings, the dark brown eyes, and the smile that would make an actual baby cry. I saw the face of that woman who had tried to adopt me just weeks prior! I swear she couldn’t have been much older than me; she was just a lot... taller. I couldn’t say for certain because of the way I was positioned, but she must have been at the very least 10ft tall. She wasn’t as big as Malcolm, but she was definitely an Amazon. “Looks like someone gets to be my little baby after all!” she grinned; “Now now sweet girl, drink your milk. Maybe if you’re good later you can drink from Mummy directly.” My blood ran cold at that last bit. She was obviously enjoying this. This is what she was working so hard towards. And now I was at her mercy. I was going to be her adopted plaything. And because of this milk haze I couldn’t think about anything other than just how much I wanted to drink from the source. I needed more. Deep in the back of my mind I knew I would end up losing temporary bladder and bowel control after just one feeding, and I could tell by the feeling in my body that I was getting very sleepy soon. But there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was powerless. I had fight in me but it was like it was locked away and I couldn’t get to it. She held me on her lap as I drank the last few drops from the bottle. At this point she didn’t even need to hold me, I wasn’t struggling. There was no fight left in me. And that’s when I felt a warm sensation running down my leg. I had started wetting myself. My mind screamed for me to stop. I couldn’t even feel the need to go! This was going to seal the deal so to speak. But the milk’s effects on both my mind and my bladder made me unable to stop myself soaking my jeans. The dark patch on my jeans grew bigger and bigger until it started dripping down the leg and onto the floor, causing a puddle. “There there babygirl. You’ll be much better off as Mummy’s little baby. We’ll get you in a nice thick nappy soon and you’ll never have to worry about a thing ever again. Maybe we’ll get you some widdle modifications too when I go to adopt you formally. Ooooh maybe I’ll get rid of your walking! Or your teeth! Wouldn’t that be cute? And I have some fantastic hypnosis tapes to make you compliant and obedient.” I sat there obediently and resigned to my fate as the last few drops from my legs fell to the floor below me. I had finished the bottle and the woman quickly replaced the bottle with a locking inflatable dummy. The dummy filled my mouth and even if I had my full strength and my mind wasn’t hazy, there was no way I was getting this out. It’s not like I could even talk or argue or fight anyway, the milk was more than effective at keeping me compliant and quiet. Someone had walked up to the table we were at. I couldn’t tell who it was, my head was too fuzzy. But I hoped that it was Malcolm. “D’aww look at your little one, she’s so cute all sleepy like that! Although it looks like either her nappy leaked or you’ve just adopted her. Did Mummy not have a chance to put baby in one? I’ll go get a mop, and see if there are any spare nappies for you.” said the unknown presence. It must have been a waitress, because I could hear her wiping the table down where I was previously sat. I hoped that she’d at least recognise me and maybe help. “Aww thank you dear, that’s so kind of you. I’ve just adopted her and not had a chance to properly dress her,” my captor replied as the waitress walked away. I was done for. There was no escape now. She was my only hope and she didn’t even realise who I was. The waitress must have gotten half way across the floor, when she stopped and did a double take. She turned around back to us, looking intensely at the newly adopted little on this woman’s lap., She must have realised who I was and turned towards the counter, screaming. “MAL! IT’S LIV! SHE NEEDS HELP!” Everything after the scream was a bit of a blur. I remember hearing Malcolm dive across the room with all the fury of an overprotective parent when their child is in danger. I heard the fear in my captor’s voice. And I... well I could barely keep my eyes open. The milk was too much. I couldn’t stay awake much longer. “GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER! SHE’S NO...” “SHE WET HERSEL... SO I’M ADOPT...” “IF YOU DON’T LET HER... I’LL TAKE... BY FORC...” “I’LL CALL THE POLIC...” And then it all went black... ========================================================== Thanks for reading this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Please leave comments and feedback, it is very much appreciated. I'll probably post the next chapter on Sunday, been taking a break the past couple of days, and I'll probably start work on chapter 16 tomorrow.

I guess we may Guess we'll have to see There are a lot of Amazons out there looking for littles to adopt... Thank you!

Chapter 2: Save me? “You must be Olivia Clarke right?” Charlotte said as she looked at my ID from my purse. I nodded. That’s all I could do. “Well I saw everything that happened outside, including what that lady did to you to start it all, and I managed to get your bag back for you. Thankfully, I was walking right behind you as you left this place earlier and I figured you must work here. I was just telling your boss here about it all”. Malcolm peaked from behind her at the front desk and waved, “Hey kiddo. I’m so sorry about all that’s happened; I should have offered you a lift home to begin with.” He got up out of his chair, “When you’re done thanking this lovely lady, go wait for me in the back, I’m gonna lock up and then I’ll drop you off back at your place”. I nodded again. My voice seems to have disappeared, like that mermaid from that stupid cartoon made for littles. At least here it was from the gorgeous woman standing in front of me, not from the hypnosis that is contained in that movie to remove a little’s ability to speak (or so I’ve heard, I’m too scared to even risk trying it). “No voice eh? That would have made you a very ideal baby.” said the woman in front of me. I must have shown my fear at that point because she quickly followed up with “Oh but don’t worry, I’m not going to adopt you, you’re safe from me,” she giggled, “I mean, you’re absolutely gor... I mean adorable, don’t get me wrong. But I have no interest in adopting you. I just thought you wouldn’t want to lose all your important things so I made sure I got your bag back for you, sorry I couldn’t do anymore.” She smiled at me and magically that fear melted away. How was I so smitten? I had never fallen for anyone like this. Sure, I’ve dated a few littles, but nothing ever came about as I just didn’t feel anything for them. Never ever felt anything for an Amazon either. So what makes her special? ‘No Liv, she’s an Amazon. She’s just gonna regress you and keep you as her toy or pet or baby or whatever, stop feeling this’ I thought to myself. ‘Or is this me wanting to be her... baby? Eww. No. No. No. NOPE. Don’t even go down that path Liv. She’s beautiful, you find her attractive. End of. No more going down that rabbit hole. Nothing more than that.’ “Well here you go cutie” She handed my bag back to me. “...Thank you Miss”. “Oh shush, none of that Miss nonsense. Call me Charlotte.” “Oh, okay, well... umm... thank you Charlotte” I looked at the floor blushing as I held onto my bag as if it were a life preserver. “I have to go anyway, so see you around! Oh and be careful out there! Would haaate to see that cute butt in pampers next time I see you.” She paused for just a second, her hand on the door handle, pondering on that last statement under her breath, “Although...” With that, she was gone. I ran to the back room, hyperventilating. I couldn’t believe what just happened. First the near miss, then meeting... her. This is too much drama and excitement for tonight. Deep breaths. And then check your bag. “Here you go kiddo,” Malcolm, my business partner and one of my closest friends, had come in to bring me a cup of hot chocolate to calm my nerves, “Why didn’t you just call me, you know I would have come and got you!” Malcolm was around 12ft, about the same height as that Charlotte lady, mixed race and very muscular. He had long black hair tied up into a ponytail most of the time, and light stubble on his face. But his most vivid feature were his deep green eyes. He loved bragging about people bringing them up. I mean my eyes are just as deep, only blue, but I don’t go around bragging about how people compliment them. ...Fine. Sometimes I do. “Fuck! Sorry. I completely forgot. I was too busy escaping some mad Amazon woman to think about using my phone. Next time I’m running for my life I’ll give you a call!” I smiled at him. He did not look amused. “I’m so sorry about tonight,” he apologised again, “Thankfully everything went okay, and that lady seemed lovely.” “Charlotte.” my face lit up as I said her name. “Yeah, Charlotte. She was very lovely to bring your bag back and everything,” he turned to me, “See, you’re not alone in this world. There are good bigs out there and I myself try my best to protect you as much as possible. Just... be careful okay? I know you said you knew what you were getting into when we started this venture, but I’m going to remind you anyway. I know this work is important, and I know what we do is risky, but don’t go getting yourself adopted or anything. There are a lot of littles who need our help out there.” He wasn’t wrong. I was getting overconfident lately, taking risks and tonight was a big shock to the system to remind myself that I need to be careful. And with the work we do, there will be the occasional Amazon who figures out what we really do and may want to exact revenge. ------------------------------------------------- You see me and Malcolm met in University. We met at a party designed for littles and Amazons, but really it was just an excuse to get as many littles adopted as possible. The punch was spiked and whatever they spiked it with only worked on littles. Being the overly paranoid little I am, I avoided the punch and only drank bottled drinks that couldn’t be tampered with. I hate to say it, but that night a good 60% of my already dwindling year got adopted. I, however, had a great time, as I saw Malcolm playing drinking games with other bigs. He was clearly winning, and had shown no signs of weakness or inebriation, and he called out for a challenge to see who could beat him at a drinking challenge. Stupidly, I giggled at the exact moment the room went deadly silent, and his eyes fixated on me. “Well, little baby, what is so funny? Do you think you could beat me?” “Yes, but I’m not going to stupidly throw away my life by getting too drunk and then getting adopted. I worked hard to get to this point, I’m not going to make one stupid mistake and lose my life because of it.” It was at this point that a male Amazon student walked up to me, with a baby bottle full of what looked like punch in his hand and cruelty in his eyes. “Don’t worry little baby; you’re going to end up with all your little classmates soon, just a nappy wetting little babygirl”. I was ready to run, when Malcolm lunged over the table and pinned the student against the wall with his arm on his neck. “No she’s not” he growled, “Look, I don’t like this whole party idea of yours to trick those poor kids into being adopted. I keep my mouth shut. But this one is being careful and sensible and obviously doesn’t want to be your fucking plaything. I want a friendly and fair drinking game with her without the risk of her being adopted and having her brain turned to mush.” He squeezed the student’s hand harder and harder until he dropped the bottle, before letting him go and the student running off in a huff. “Sorry about that. Anyway, where were we? Drinking! So how about it?” I was still stood frozen, like I was in a den of lions and I was the silly little zebra who had stupidly walked in. I knew it was a trick for littles, but to have it said out loud kinda knocked me on my arse. “Umm... you can’t promise my safety, sorry, no.” I walked off. “Then at least can we be friends? You seem like a pretty cool chick. Even for a baby” he grinned. I grinned back. “Baby? Fine. I accept your challenge.” Obviously my sensible brain had decided to go on vacation. Or maybe I had too much to drink. But I had an idea in mind and I couldn’t let it go. “Winner gets to put the loser in a nappy” my sensible brain must have been screaming at this point, because this was the most idiotic idea in the world. Why did I feel like I had something to prove? “Deal.” And so we drank. And drank. And drank. And drank. And then drank some more. People were cheering. Amazons were just enjoying themselves because they were drunk. Littles were cheering because a little seemed to be winning for once. I lost count half way through of how many drinks I had. But as I turned to face my opponent, my vision blurring, I saw his balance go. And Malcolm was very sturdy looking. Which made the surprise of him falling over even more of a shock, just before I was announced as the winner. I offered my hand to help him up, knowing that I couldn’t really help him because of the height difference, but I wanted to show a friendly gesture. “Well damn! You are something else kiddo.” I grumbled under my breath at the new nickname, “It’s better than baby at least...” Malcolm stood up and cleared his throat loudly which made the entire party go quiet. “RIGHT! NOBODY is touching this little. She is off limits.” he lifted me up onto his shoulder, which scared me for a moment as I was worried he was going to adopt me for a second. “If anyone does anything to her, I will personally see to it you end up in a much worse situation.” He must have been a popular or very feared guy, because every Amazon seemed to take notice that night, and I had no hassle the rest of the remaining year of University with any of them. If anything, they started treating me more like a big than a little. Malcolm still called me kiddo though, and still does to this day. That night I earned his respect. Sure, he’s a simple guy with simple pleasures in life, but he strongly believes littles deserve respect and wants to help them, just as I do. That’s why shortly after University, we had become such close friends and we discussed a lot of things to do with jobs, littles, and what we should do regarding both. So that’s how we got to where we are. Oh and yes, he did end up wearing the nappy that evening. It was hilarious. ------------------------------------------------- Now what we really are and what we appear to be are vastly different things. What we appear to be is a custom littles clothing store that designs and creates babyish outfits for littles. You know, the really cutesy crap that you see every mind-melted little wearing in public for the world to see. The stuff that is so frilly and does nothing to cover nappies and is designed purely to make a little more humiliated. It helps having Malcolm as my business partner, as he’s an Amazon and is great at being the face of the store. With him acting as the ‘owner’, it makes other bigs want to stop in. If it was set up as a little-owned store, bigs wouldn’t want to come here and it might attract threats. We make a decent amount of money from this too, but it’s all a front for a side venture of helping adopted littles find freedom. We know there are secret organisations out in other countries that help littles like that, but here in our quiet, ignored little country, we have nothing like that, or at least not that we know of. So, Malcolm and I use the clothing store to identify potential targets who may be in need of assistance. We make their baby clothes that are ordered by their ‘parents’, but we do things like slip the little something useful inside their clothes or I might give a little some instructions when they are being measured by me in my workshop. We even supply medication to prevent accidents or regression, some little bits of tech, drugs to slip to their ‘parents’ so they can escape, or sometimes we can even get our hands on legal documents that we may have found... somewhat illegally... Whatever we can do to help that little, we’ll try and do it. We both strongly believe every little should have the choice to be adopted. When a potential target comes in, we make sure to work it around so I get a private one-on-one chat with them without their ‘parent’ listening in. If they are happy and it’s consensual, then no action is needed and we make their outfits. If they are being adopted against their will, we’ll try to help. If they have been regressed far beyond help though... sadly we have to accept the fact and try to help the next person we can. And that is what caused the incident tonight. A target successfully escaped after we helped by slipping them a fake ID and some sleeping pills into their sleeper that his ‘Mummy’ had me make for him had. And his ‘Mummy’ figured we must have had something to do with it as everything was fine until that sleeper. Even if she was wrong, which to be fair... she wasn’t, she decided that I would be the replacement anyway and had tried to adopt me. We’ll have to come up with something to prevent this in future. “Yeah, I’ll be careful” I replied to Malcolm. “Good girl. Now let’s get you home and snuggled up with your stuffies and your thick nappies” His voice was condescending in a jokey way, quickly followed by that big stupid grin he always pulls out when he’s teasing me. I knew I shouldn’t have let him in my apartment that one time, he saw my stuffies and so the teasing increased. Thankfully he has no desire to adopt me and I trust him with my life. We quickly shut up shop and I got in his car. Sadly, due to the law regarding littles and cars, I have to ride in a car seat. Malcolm keeps one just in case he has to drop me off anywhere, but usually I’ll walk home from work. So he strapped me in with a delicate touch, which always surprised me given his build, and off we went. It didn’t take long for him to drop me off, hug goodbye and drive off. I rushed up the stairs, ran through the lobby to my door and fiddled with my keys until I managed to get the door open, quickly closing it behind me. Safety. Home. Now I could relax. After the events of tonight, I wasn’t up for doing anything else other than sleeping tonight. So I got ready for bed, got changed into my really cute nightshirt, and got snuggled up with my favourite stuffie, my big rabbit Luna. I soon drifted off to sleep, thinking of... her. ========================================================== Thanks for reading! I hope people enjoy this chapter, and I hope it's a bit more obvious what kind of story this is going to be (But don't worry, I've got a few surprises planned for Olivia). Please leave comments and feedback, they are all greatly appreciated! I'm really enjoying writing this story, I've been wanting to do it for a long time now. Already a quarter of the way through writing it, I just finished Chapter 15 yesterday. I thought I'd try and post 3 chapters this week to give people a better idea of what kind of story this is, so I'll try and post the next two chapters on Thursday and Saturday/Sunday. Then it'll be 2 a week with the occasional bonus chapter.