LittleFallenPrincess

There are 22 chapters left. They're all written, they just need a final edit before I post each one. And I'm already half way through my second story, which I'll be starting posting tomorrow. I'm glad people are enjoying this one, and hope people enjoy my future stories just as much Aww I'm sorry! I genuinely don't enjoy making people anxious or worried, but it's an important part of the story. Plan B was going to be run in and deal with the consequences. But they didn't get to that point ? *hugs* next chapter tomorrow! I know I tease you with the evil face, but I genuinely don't like making people anxious. It's why I wrote this story. I've been dreading posting this chapter for a long time now, but it's an important one.

Chapter 50: The Escape I had that dream again. The one with the doors. Only this time, the corridor never ended. I couldn’t even reach the doors. Hopelessness overwhelmed me. ------------------------------------------------- I lay on my side in the crib, staring at the wall, thoughts racing through my mind. ‘What’s the point? Charlie will never find me.’ ‘It was a stupid idea to think I’d ever avoid adoption, let alone dating an Amazon.’ ‘Why did I even bother? I should have just given in as early as possible, had my mind wiped.’ ‘What’s the point in resisting anymore? We all end up like this eventually.’ ‘I avoided it and avoided it for all my life.’ ‘Then I had to fall in love with one of them.’ ‘Which has caused even more problems.’ ‘Honestly, should I just give up?’ ‘Should I just give in and let her erase my mind?’ ‘She’s won at this point.’ ‘Madison has won.’ ------------------------------------------------- Madison entered the nursery. “Good morning little one. Time for a busy day of... well shitting yourself and playing with toys I guess.” “Ma... Mummy?” “Yes baby?” “You win.” “I win?” “Yes. You win. I give up. What’s the point. Just wipe my mind and get it over and done with.” “Awww, is baby down in the dumps? Finally understood that your only reasonable future is that of a baby’s?” “Yes. Now just wipe my mind so I can get back to messing and wetting myself and not caring.” “No.” She said, sharply. “No?” “Look, if you’re going to be moody like this, I will. But I’m not giving you the satisfaction yet. You can wallow in self pity for a while longer. You’re not going to ruin my enjoyment of this.” “Just...” “No. Now be quiet. I choose if and when your mind gets wiped, not you! Now, let’s get Miss moody pants downstairs, you can play with some toys to occupy yourself.” She picked me up, ignoring my obviously used nappy, and carried me downstairs, placing me in the playpen I had started to get accustomed to. The TV was on; she must have been watching some boring food channel. The fireplace was lit, meaning the living room was warm and cosy. “Now play with your toys. I’ll feed you soon. Stop being such a moody little shit. You’re ruining it for me and it’ll ruin the pictures I plan on taking later.” Madison walked off into the kitchen as I looked around the playpen, trying to find something to play with, something to occupy myself. I spotted an oversized jigsaw puzzle, and figured that would keep my mind occupied. I tried standing up for the first time since the hypnosis, but quickly found myself falling back on to my thickly padded (and mushy) bum. ‘Guess that means that hypnosis thing worked. Great.’ I tested the strength of my legs, finding that the strength was there, but the co-ordination was completely shot, just like Madison had promised. Every time I tried to stand up, I felt wobbly and fell back down. Giving up, I resigned myself to crawling, which even that was tougher than it used to be. But still... I fought on and crawled over to the box the jigsaw puzzle was in. There was a blur in the corner of my eye, over by the window. I looked over but couldn’t see anything. That’s when the doorbell rang. Madison rushed out of the kitchen, through the living room, and stopped at the door. “Be quiet babygirl.” She said in a stern voice. Something about the way she said it made my throat feel tight. I tried to say something, but nothing came out. I started to panic. Madison straightened up her dress, opening the door to reveal a delivery person. “Delivery for a... Miss Phillips?” “Delivery? Do you know whom from?” “Sorry Miss, I just deliver. I’ll need you to sign for it...” I looked up at the interaction at the doorway, with a clear line of sight across the living room. ‘I swear that person looks familiar...’ They started patting their pockets. “Sorry Miss, do you happen to have a spare pen nearby? I must have misplaced mine. Head office is going to scream at me unless I get one on the way to the next place.” “Yes, just one second. Please wait here.” Madison rushed off into the hallway to find a pen, leaving the delivery person at the door. She was staring at me. Why was she staring at me? She winked at me. I rubbed my eyes, trying to focus. ‘Wait.... Claire?’ My heart skipped a beat as I saw my friend in the doorway. She was here to rescue me! ‘Wait... OH WAIT! I GET IT!’ [“Right guys, this is the plan. Step 1. Claire dresses up like a delivery person and knocks on the door with Liv’s dress. Claire, you need to see if you can spot Liv. See if she’s able to understand or comprehend anything going on. We need to know how far regressed she is. Ask for a pen or glass of water or something, anything to get you on the inside. From what you said, there should be a playpen on the inside.] ‘The package is for me! It’ll be one of my dresses!’ Claire must have figured I could make a run for it there and then, she waved me over. I shook my head, pointing to my legs, to which she mouthed some expletive, but quickly returning to her ‘friendly delivery person’ act as Madison walked back to the doorway. “Here you go. Aaaand there. Signed. Thanks.” “Thanks for that Miss Phillips. Here’s your pen back.” “Keep it. I don’t need it, I’ve got plenty.” “Thank you so much Miss, have a good day!” said Claire as she walked away. ‘Right Liv... you’ve helped littles with this so many times. Time to do this for yourself now.’ [“Step 2. Madison, being the social media addict she is, will undoubtedly be unable to resist taking pictures of Liv to post on her page. She loves showing off everything, and she’ll want to show off Liv wearing that dress so badly. To avoid suspicion, the dress will appear to have come from her place of work, as a new baby gift.] “Oh, it’s from work. The big softies. I can’t believe they’d spring for this. Oh my god, it’s so cute! You’re going to look absolutely perfect in this Daisy! Let’s get you dressed up shall we?” She held aloft a baby pink dress, with a ridiculous amount of frills. Like over-the-top amount. ‘I wouldn’t have designed anything like this, so Mal must have designed it. Honestly though... not bad for a first time. I wonder what toys it’s got in it...’ “Come here baby, then I’m going to quickly go pump. I just had a perfect idea for a photo, but I’m going to need a bottle of milk. So let’s get you dressed, then I’ll go pump.” She lifted my arms up, hastily shoving the dress over my head, pushing my arms through the sleeves and straightening it a bit. “Oh my god! You’re so cute! This is going to be so perfect, this will make all my friends jealous! Right, be back in a bit baby, be good. And don’t DARE ruin that dress!” “Yeth Mummy...” Madison rushed out, way too excited at the thought of a photo shoot with me wearing this dress. I saw a face in the window. It was Claire again. “Liv? Liv? Is it safe to talk?” I heard Claire’s voice, but couldn’t tell from where. ‘Huh?’ “There’s a microphone and a receiver hidden in the collar. We should be able to hear you, speak!” “Hello?” “Oh thank fuck. You’re still you. Don’t worry. We’ll get you out. Sorry it’s taken so long.” “Don’t worry about that, I’m just glad you’re here. I was so close to giving up.” “Don’t talk like that. Your girlfriend is waiting for you outside. We’re going to get you back home.” “I... I don’t know if I want Charlie to see me like this.” “But you play baby with her all of the time?” “Yeah... but Ma...Mummy has done stuff to me.” “Oh no. I saw you point to your legs. Is that all?” “No. It could have been worse. I’ll explain more later. Just know... I can’t walk and if she tells me to do anything, there’s a high chance I’ll have to obey.” “Obey? Like a fucking slave?” “Yes. Anyway, yeah... so what’s the plan?” [“Step 3. Get in contact with Liv. Judge situation. Adapt plan if needed. Advise her on what toys she’s got hidden in the dress.”] “We did a bit of recon last night, again, sorry it’s taken so long. But you know how it is. Anyway, the security on the door shouldn’t be an issue. Reaching the handle... that may be a bit more difficult than we had expected. Can you improvise?” “I think so.” I said, looking over to the hallway. Boxes lined the side of the wall. ‘If I can move those boxes over... I could reach the security panel. Then if I’m careful and quick, I could move them to the door and climb up again and open it. Provided I have the co-ordination to climb still.’ “Right, well first things first...” [“Step 4. We can’t risk Madison walking in, so we have to disable her quickly. Liv can use the powder in the right sleeve to knock her out. That should buy her enough time to get out.”] “Look in the right sleeve. Unravel the cuff. There should be a powder. Do NOT inhale any of it. You need to be as conscious as possible for this. Even a tiny drop of it will knock you out. But enough of it directed at Madison’s face will cause her to sleep for a while. Now... get ready. I’ll be giving you instructions on the fly here, so once you get her attention, knock her out with the powder and listen carefully to each and every instruction.” “Got it. Should I call her now?” “Do it.” “MUMMY!” I yelled. Madison ran in, quickly covering her breast up. “What? I was busy. What’s all the racket for?” I needed her to get closer. “I think I... got something on the dress...” “WHAT? Come here, let me see! You better not ruin my pictures!” She bent down to see the damage, when I lifted up my hand full of the powder and blew on it. The problem was she managed to dodge most of it! “What the fuck... oh my... what the fuck... what the fuck was that?” she said, slurring her words. “Shit. She only got a small dose of it. What do I do?” I shouted to Claire. [“Step 5. With Madison out cold, Liv uses the mixture from Eve to get out of the playpen or crib she’s in.”] “Fuck, well that means it’ll wear off soon. She should be out of it long enough, but we better act quickly. Now, if you look in the left sleeve, on the cuff of it, there is a white tube. Use that to get past the baby gate on the playpen. Be VERY careful using that stuff, make sure not to get ANY on you, otherwise you’ll be in pain for days.” I unravelled the sleeve, finding the tube. “This is a lot tougher than I thought. It always seemed so effortless in my head whenever we planned it.” “Well let’s hope you never have to do this again.” “She’s out, why can’t you just break in?” “Security cameras. She’s got friends in high places, her security grid is connected to the local security company. They’ll be here in minutes, and worse is that they’ll have clear video of everything happening. The cameras only activate when someone attempts to break in. By disabling the security from the inside, no alarms go off, no recordings are made. Anyway, hurry!” I reached up, trying to balance myself as best I could whilst quickly, but carefully, spreading the contents of the tube onto the baby gate mechanism. Five seconds later, the door swung open and I lost my footing, falling flat on my face. “Liv, no time to cry, just get up and run... well... crawl. You sure you can get to the security panel?” “Yeah. I’ll manage. Don’t worry!” I crawled over the living room carpet as fast as I could, avoiding a dozing Madison who had collapsed next to the sofa. I got to the boxes. [“Step 6. Liv accesses the security panel. It’s probably high up, so she’ll need to be able to climb up somehow. Once that’s disabled, it should be easy from there.”] “I’m here. What do I do?” “Right, well hidden behind the little princess crown on your chest is the security key. Put it close to the security panel and it should disable it.” “Give me a couple of minutes, I’m going to have to move these boxes around to form some stairs or something.” I quickly scanned the area, taking in the different sizes of boxes, and rearranging them in my mind. ‘Yeah... that’s possible... although... the last one may be a bit wobbly, so I’ll have to be careful.’ I moved the boxes, which was difficult with my legs not working properly, it mostly involved me scooting about on my bum, until the boxes were lined up in a stair formation. Climbing up the first box was no problem. Neither was the second or the third. The fourth was a bit more difficult, but I managed. Now the fifth... that was the real challenge. ‘You can do it Liv.’ Focusing all my energy, I pushed up onto the fifth and final box. It took some struggle, but I managed to swing my leg around and up on to the top of the last box. The boxes started wobbling. I froze, trying to balance. Once the boxes had stabilised, I reached for the key in my dress, tearing away the princess crown, revealing what looked like a small graphics card or something. ‘Honestly, this is David’s expertise. I play the games; I don’t know what makes them run. I could tell you how to beat the Demon chapter of ‘Witches and Warlocks’ with an S class rating... but if you asked me to name a single part of a computer that wasn’t the power button... I’d have no idea. It all looked like green computery nonsense to me. Even Charlie is better with that stuff than me. But I guess she grew up with David, so he must have taught her something.’ Grabbing the security key, I held it up to the security panel. It looked like it was glitching out, symbols appearing then disappearing before it returned back to normal. “Umm... I’m done? I think?” [“Step 7. She unlocks the door and escapes.”] “Do you think you’ll be able to open the door?” “No, I’m pretty sure it’s locked. But I have the keys, they were hanging next to the panel.” “If you can’t reach the lock, shove them through the letter box near ground level. I can open it from here and grab you. Quickly, we don’t know how long the powder will last for.” I slid my foot back, trying to find my footing on the box below, but just as I started to steady myself, I slipped, causing the boxes to tilt to the side. ‘Oh shit. No. No. NO!’ I thought to myself as the boxes tilted just that bit too far, and I started falling to the ground. The boxes landed with a crash, and I fell to the floor, hitting my head against it. “Liv? Liv? Are you alright?” I slowly rose from the floor, crawling over to the letterbox with the keys in hand. “Yeah. I’m okay. Just fell a bit. I’ll be okay. Here, here are the keys...” I pushed the keys through the letterbox. ‘Oh shit, I better move back, or else the door will swing into my face.’ Just as I heard the door unlock, Madison appeared behind me, grabbing me and lifting me up. “YOU LITTLE SHIT. YOU’LL PAY FOR THAT!” she screamed at me. Madison threw me into the living room before facing the door. I flew through the air, crashing down on to the glass coffee table, causing it to shatter and bend. The contents of the shelf rolled around me and I could see I was in bad shape. I hurt all over, my legs and arms were bleeding, but my chest hurt the most. Everytime I took a breath, I felt a sharp pain. I looked up to see the door open and Claire entering. But to her surprise, Madison had heard her unlocking the door, and was ready for her. She swung the door back, right into Claire’s face, causing her to stumble back and hit the ground. “Get the fuck away from my house!” Madison screamed, turning her sights on me. “You know what? You’re not fucking worth it. But I won’t let her have the pleasure of having you either.” My heart was racing as she lurched over to where I was lay. There was no way I could run. Claire looked like she was out cold. I was helpless. There was no way out. And as she walked over to me, she had murder in her eyes. I tried crawling backwards, but I cut my hands further on the broken glass. Pushing through the pain, I kept going, but before I could make any distance, she lunged forwards and grabbed me by the throat. “You little shit, I’m going to kill you. Then I’m going to kill that bitch outside. Charlie can have what’s left of you.” She started crushing my windpipe. As her Amazon sized hands choked the life out of me, my vision started going more and more blurry. A sinister smile formed on her face as she choked me to death. I looked around, looking for anything I could use as a weapon. Magazines... remote controls... an aerosol can of air freshener... That’s when I had one of my ‘naive Liv’ moments. Using what little consciousness I had left, I positioned my foot beside the aerosol can. I didn’t have time to check if it was angled right, so I had to just take the risk. If I did nothing, I was going to die. I kicked my leg with all the force I could manage, sending the aerosol can flying to the side of the room. Right into the fireplace. ‘If this doesn’t work, at least I’ll take her with me. And no matter what... I love you Charlie.’ [“Step 8. Liv and I live happily ever after...”] The fireplace behind Madison erupted, engulfing everything in flames. ========================================================== I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I know you don't think I'm being nice with this chapter, but seriously, it is better this way. Otherwise you'd be waiting until Saturday for the next chapter. Next chapter tomorrow.

Awww but I'm so nice and friendly and lovely! What have I ever done to make you hate me? ? ....? And because I'm nice, I am tempted to edit the next chapter and post it as soon as I have edited it...

Next chapter tomorrow! Not long to wait! ? And this isn't even really a cliffhanger! I hope the next chapter doesn't disappoint! ?? Tomorrow you'll find out if the plan goes well... according to plan!

Chapter 49: Getting my girl back We raced across town, picking Sam up along the way. With him strapped in, Malcolm put his foot down and we made it to Cutie Pie’s Daycare on time, just before it closed for the day. As Malcolm pulled up, he quickly got out and unstrapped Sam out of the car seat. I, on the other hand, wasn’t going to wait. I was going to get my girl back. I rushed in, pushing past all the other Amazons walking out with their littles. I saw that most of the littles I pushed past were fully regressed so I didn’t hesitate giving their caregivers quick looks of disgust. But that’s an issue for another time. Liv needs me. I ran to the front desk, slamming the bell with my palm. A friendly woman walked over to the desk, smiling. “Hi there, welcome to Cutie Pie’s Daycare! I’m sorry, but we’re closed for the day now, is there anything I can assist you with though?” “I need to speak to the manager this instant.” “That’d be me. I’m Shana, the manager of this place.” “Hi, I need to know if you’ve got an Olivia enrolled here...” “Sorry, we can’t give away details of any of our customers. It’s confidential. Plus I don’t think we have an Olivia here, sorry.” ‘Wait! You stupid fuck, she didn’t call her Olivia!’ “Wait, do you have a Daisy? A Daisy... Phillips?” Shana took a second, and by her facial expression I could tell she knew who I was talking about. “Sorry, we can’t share personal information on anyone enrolled or their parents. Now if you’ll excuse me, you’ll have to leave.” “SHUT THE FUCK UP! If you don’t give me my fucking answers, I’ll sue the ever loving fuck out of this place!” “No need for threats or such language Miss, I’m sorry but you can’t have that information.” Just as my blood was boiling, Sam ran in. “Sorry, but we have a court order demanding you give us the details she requested.” Shana looked down at Sam, smiling. “Aww sweetie, is this your Mummy? Are you playing big boy today?” “Miss, I am a legally qualified solicitor. And as you can see, we have a signed court order from Judge Linda Thompson.” “Judge Thompson? Oh wait... Hayley’s sister? Well let me see... Oh fuck. Sorry. Excuse my language. Yes, I’ll assist you in whatever way I can.” Taking a few deep breaths, I unclenched my fists and stared at Shana. “Look, Madison Phillips adopted Olivia Clarke illegally. She has enrolled her here as Daisy Phillips. We need every bit of information on both of them. NOW!” “Right away Miss, sorry.” As Shana searched through the computer files, printing some stuff off, she looked up at me. “Dai... I mean Olivia was a lovely little. Absolute pleasure to look after, very well behaved. Got on well with a group of littles here. I hope you find her. She must be important to you, no?” “She... I love her.” “You... love... her?” “Yes. Now get me Madison’s address. Now.” “Right away Miss, sorry. It’s just... you sound like you love her... romantically.” “I do. Got a problem with that? She’s the love of my life, and if anything has happened to her...” “No. No problem. A bit weird, but I can see she means a lot to you. I must tell you though... she was picked up early on Tuesday, earlier than planned. Her Mumm... Miss Phillips picked her up early as she managed to move her appointment with the Doctor up to that afternoon. It may already be too late...” My body wanted to shut down at that news. Was I too late? No. I’ll find her. We’ll fix her. No matter what it takes. I grabbed the sheet of paper Shana handed to me, and I started leaving. “I really do hope you find her. I know I’m not super progressive, but I do want littles to be happy. Good luck!” Sam thanked her for me; I was too busy walking out of the building. That’s when a voice behind me stopped me in my tracks. “Olivia? Do you mean Liv?” I turned around quickly to see 3 littles in a line, with what appeared to be their Mummies. Two girls and... well... someone else. “Sorry, do you know Liv?” The one who wasn’t a girl walked up to me. “We do, she’s our friend. She came in on Tuesday, right?” “Yeah I think so.” “Who are you?” “I’m her girlfriend.” I said, not caring anymore. I didn’t give a fuck what people said or thought. I was proud to be her girlfriend. Anyone would be lucky to be hers. “Girlfriend? Well I knew she was crazy before, but wow... wasn’t expecting girlfriend. She’s full of surprises. Anyway, yeah, she came in on Tuesday, and we quickly became friends. She even stood up for me against Miss Hayley, which resulted in her getting force-fed a laced bottle. Then she caused the whole thing with Miss Hayley having an accident, saving Tommy. That’s when the lady came and adopted both of them. Then Liv’s Mummy came and collected her and we haven’t seen her since.” “Well it’s nice to know Liv was still herself. Even adopted, she’s looking out for littles and getting herself in trouble.” I looked at their faces and couldn’t help but feel sorry for them. And I figured that if they were friends of Liv’s, they were friends of mine. “Well if Liv liked you, I like you. What’s your name?” “Taylor, Miss. And this is Amanda and Jenna.” “Well Taylor, I’m Charlie, if it’s okay with your Mummies, I could get your numbers and give you a call sometime? When I’ve got Liv back, maybe we could set up a playdate?” “I’d love that. We all would. Maybe we could find Tommy too? I miss him. Is Liv okay?” “I hope she is. A nasty person has her and I’m going to go save her.” “Well I hope you get her back. Good luck!” I didn’t know exactly how progressive the Mummies stood behind these littles were, and wasn’t sure on how they treated them, hence why I talked to the littles like children. Maybe once all this is over, we could save them or whatever if they needed saving. Liv and I could do that. Together. Their Mummies gave me their contact details and I waved goodbye to the littles, rushing out the door and getting in the car. Thankfully Malcolm had already strapped Sam in, so they were just waiting for me. “Let’s go!” I yelled, excitedly. “Charlie...” Mal said, awkwardly. “What? Let’s go!” That’s when Sam spoke up. “Look, we can’t just go in, guns blazing. It’s technically breaking and entering. It’s illegal. Even if you charge in and rescue Liv, you’ll still get arrested. And that’s not even taking into account Madison resisting.” “What are you saying? Are you telling me we shouldn’t go save Liv?” “No, I’m saying we have to wait. Do some recon. Get a court order to get the police involved. They’ll rescue her. Be patient, we have to think about this.” I clenched my fists. “No. No no no! Look, she may have already been modified. I can’t let anything else happen to her. No matter what state she’s in, I’ll look after her. She’s my girlfriend and I love her.” “I understand Charlie, I really do, but we have to be sensible!” Sam replied. “No, don’t you understand? That’ll take too long, and what if the police do come? Even if Liv is regressed or not, LSS will be involved. They’ll take her as soon as they storm the house. And you know what they’re like. If she’s been altered like we fear, they’ll end up taking her because she legally won’t be an adult. She could be in as much, if not more danger than she is already in. She could be adopted out or processed or regressed further! I am not letting another LSS agent touch her. You hear?” “Yes, but...” Malcolm coughed. Loudly. “Both of you... shut up.” The car went silent as Mal started the engine. “I have an idea.” ------------------------------------------------- We pulled up outside the shop and got out, helping Sam out of the car seat. “Come on in. Put the kettle on, try to calm down. I’m going to call the others. Emergency team meeting.” I nodded, walking into the workshop and collapsing on the sofa, face first. “Charlie, we’ll get her back. I promise. One way or another, we will.” “Thanks Sam. I’m just going to lay here and cry for a bit if that’s okay?” “Take your time, it’ll take a bit for the others to arrive. I have no idea what Malcolm is up to, but I’m sure it’s worth it.” One by one, Liv’s team arrived. Claire was first, sitting next to me and cuddling me. David arrived shortly after, waving to me and sitting beside me. I gave him a hug. Then Eve rocked up with both Zoey and Sarah in a twin stroller. “Hey guys, they were having a nap, but then when I told them we were meeting up to help Liv, they perked right up and now they’re full of energy.” Eve said, sighing. I waved at the girls, them waving back. Malcolm walked back in from the shop front. “Right, is this everyone? Shop is shut for the day. Let’s get down to business.” “What’s this about Mal? You said something about finding Liv?” asked Claire. “Yeah. Charlie, Sam and I went to a daycare that Liv had been enrolled into a couple of days ago. Thanks to the Judge, we got the address where she is being held.” “That’s fantastic news. When do we go get her?” “That’s the problem... we can’t.” “Why Mal?” Claire asked on behalf of all of us. “Because, Claire, if we do it the forceful way, it could endanger Liv and possible get us arrested. If we do it the legal way, Liv could be taken into LSS custody.” “Yeah... I can see why now. Shit. What are we going to do then?” “We’re going to do what we do best. Liv has helped out so many littles. Now it’s time we help her. I know I’m a bit rusty, but after watching Liv work at that machine for years, I’ve got a basic understanding as to how it works.” “Wait... Mal... are you saying what I think you’re saying?” David asked. “Yes. I’m going to need our best equipment. I want all hands on deck. I want everyone’s input. We’re going to save Liv the same way we save all other littles. Charlie, you know Madison. We need your input the most. We need every detail about her, her strengths, her weaknesses.” “I can do that.” I said, starting to feel a bit of excitement... and from what I could tell... hope. “David, we need your best tech. Claire, we need you to do recon. Here is the address. Take David so he can see what kinds of thing she needs. We need to know if she’s fully regressed or not first, then we can plan around that.” “On it Boss!” “Don’t call me that. We all know Liv is the boss.” “You’re right. Okay Temp Boss!” she grinned. Malcolm sighed. “Just get going will you? I want to get Liv back by tomorrow night. So everyone needs to be working. We need a plan and all the things ready for Liv’s escape. Claire, David, get going. And don’t forget to feed back all information to us so we can plan. We need to know the building, the security system, anything about how Liv is being kept that may help me or Eve with the design of the outfit.” Claire nodded and left with David out the back door. “Eve, you get to work thinking about what toys could be included in the outfit. Ladies...” he looked down at the girls in the stroller. “I need your input on the design. I’m not a pro at this like Liv, so I’m sure if we put our minds to it, we’ll manage to come up with something half as good as hers.” They both nodded in unison, which, I might add, was adorable. “Sam? I need you back with the Judge. We can’t let Madison get away with this shit. So want you to come up with potential options for how we could deal with her once we get Liv to safety. Plus... and I’m sorry Charlie, but if Liv is too far gone to be able to take care of herself... she may declared unfit to be an adult. So we need to potentially get an adoption certificate or something. Just until she’s back to normal.” A tear rolled down my face thinking about that possibility. Sam walked up to me and hugged me. “It’s only a last resort Charlie. It’ll be okay. And even then, it’d be temporary. But it’d keep her safe until she’s back to normal.” I nodded, hugging Sam tighter. Malcolm clapped his hands. “Right. Let’s get to work people. We have our boss to save!” By the end of Thursday we had a plan set up. A dress made. And as much intel as we could get in such a short amount of time. Thankfully, Claire and David managed to confirm Liv’s location, but couldn’t confirm what condition she was in. Apparently there was some serious neighbourhood security at her fancy house. If triggered, we’d have to deal with a private security team within minutes. “Doesn’t matter, we’ll send the dress anyway. We’ll find out soon after whether she can escape or whether we have to charge in. No matter what, we’re saving her, even if we have to resort to breaking and entering.” Malcolm said. “We all know the plan. Claire delivers the dress in the morning. So rest up.” he continued. We all sat in silence around the table, and it looked like everyone was doing the same thing as me, praying that the plan works tomorrow. ========================================================== I hope everyone enjoyed the latest chapters! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Today I've been editing and working on artwork for next story. Going to try and finish it all tomorrow so it's ready for tomorrow evening. So new chapter AND new story tomorrow! And my patreon! ?

? Thanks for the comment! I don't think Olivia would have agreed to be a baby if she hadn't had a relationship with Charlie. Their relationship is the key to everything. The hypnosis has caused her to lose all control anyway, so the milk just makes her sleepy at this point and gives her cravings. ?.......? Sorry for the rest of the story... because if you think these are bad... Remember Charlie is on the tall side of Amazons. She's taller than most. So she may even intimidate Shana. ? ?

Another chapter tomorrow ? ? thanks for the comment! ? You did! Well done! ? Thank you! Yeah Madison is super petty. It was important to me to get across the feelings Liv is having regarding her newfound little side. So I hope it was done well! If she took her to a hospital, her records would show up. Including the voided adoption. They wouldn't dare do anything like that on her at that point and LSS would be involved.

Chapter 48: Trip to the Park Once I realised I had lost some ability to speak, I chose to keep my mouth shut. If I swore, I’d babble. If I tried to call her Madison, I’d call her Mummy. If I pissed her off... well, I wasn’t sure what the limitations were on her ability to make me obey, but I figured I didn’t want to find out. I lay there in the crib. Silent, motionless, letting my thoughts consume me. It didn’t take long before Madison got bored of my silence and walked out, leaving me in darkness. ------------------------------------------------- “Right. I’m bored.” Madison said as she entered the nursery. I wasn’t sure how late it was or how long I had been left here, because the windows were blacked out and there were no clocks or anything in the room. “I’m going to nurse you, and then it’s bedtime for you. I’m going to take you to the park tomorrow so I can show you off. But first... Mummy wants to know what happened back there at the Doctor’s. Why do you have nanites in you, and where did you get them?” Her furrowed eyebrows made her face look more and more stern as she started to scare me. I knew I had to obey; I could feel it from deep inside, the need to tell her the truth. But then it hit me. I didn’t have to tell her everything. Years of watching what I say around Amazons has given me the ability to tell them exactly what they want to hear, without putting a target on my back. Well, for the most part. She removed the dummy from my mouth, expecting an answer. “I had a friend. She wanted to test something on me when I turned 18. I agreed. I didn’t know they’d still be inside me! Honest Ma...Mummy.” “What were they for?” “She said they would make my life better.” It wasn’t a lie. She had told me at the time it would make my life better. She had told me to trust her. And I genuinely didn’t expect them to be in my system still. If I ever saw her again, I’d have a lot of questions for her... and I’d have to thank her. “Ugh. Well they’ve put a massive dent in my plan. I had to resort to hypnosis, which I didn’t want to do. I can’t even make the physical changes I want to. Yet, anyway. I’ll have to find a surgeon who does the procedures the old fashioned way, without nanites.” My blood ran cold at the thought of her still being able to do stuff to me. “Anyway. Good girl for telling me. Now it’s time for you to nurse. Then you’ll sleep whilst I have a few drinks. Then I’ve got to look my best for the park tomorrow, so we’ll both be up early. Now, don’t bite.” She picked me up and carried me over to the rocking chair. She stuck a finger into my nappy and nodded her head as she sat down, cradling me in her arms. “Yep. Wet. But I’m not in the mood to change you right now. You can wait until the morning. I can tell you still want to resist, maybe a rash might do you good. Now, open up! And don’t bite!” She unclipped her nursing bra, and guided her nipple into my mouth. As I nursed from this woman, seething hatred coursed through my body, quickly being overcome by the sudden drowsiness that washed over me, until I was fast asleep in this woman’s arms. ------------------------------------------------- “Wakey wakey sleepybutt! Time to get up. I need to change you, feed you, and more importantly, I need to make sure we look our absolute best for today! I want every Mummy at the park to be jealous of me!” ‘Seriously? Is this the only reason you want a little? To be fucking envied?’ Madison lifted me up out of the crib, placing me on the nearby changing table. She strapped me down with the restraints and went about cleaning me up and putting a clean nappy on me. As she pulled the front up and taped it up, I couldn’t help but think just how nappies just didn’t feel... special... anymore. They were a part of my prison sentence here, not a thing I can choose to wear and enjoy. I would love the feeling of the plastic against my skin, the crinkle they made whenever I’d move. I used to love how they felt whenever I was sat down on Charlie’s lap, how warm and safe they felt whenever I wet them, hell... and I’d never admit this to anyone, but I even enjoyed how much of a baby messy nappies made me feel. But now... on the fourth day of captivity, Madison had already managed to ruin them for me. They no longer brought me happiness or safety; they just made me angry and sad. And I hated her for that. She ruined one of the few things that helped me get through this hellscape of a world. And don’t get started on my little/baby side... I feared that was lost to me at this point. “There we go! All cleaned up. No rash, which was a shame, but your resistance will wear down over time anyway, rash or no rash. Now... let’s get you dressed first, I don’t want to ruin my outfit by getting dressed first.” She pulled out some baby pink shortalls and a white t-shirt, followed by some thick white tights and a pink cardigan. To top it all off, she picked out some pink trainers and one pink hairband. “I’ll do your hair once you’re dressed. I’ve wanted a little doll to practice on, so it may take a few tries to get your hair just right.” I sighed. “What was that sweetums?” “Thank you Mummy.” I said, with all the energy of a depressed sloth. “Say it cuter...” As if taken over by a spirit, a smile brightened my face. “Fank you Mummy! I wuv you!” ‘FUCK!’ “BLAAHBABB!” “Good girl! That’s much better. Now, let’s get you dressed shall we?” As I sat in front of the full length mirror on the wall, all I saw was the picture perfect baby little staring back at me. The kind you’d see in adverts, on TV, in artwork. And what made it worse, was that I would have actually have loved to have been dressed like this by Charlie. I mean if you asked me years ago, I would have hated it, but after everything with Charlie, and finding my baby side and everything... I... I liked this outfit. But right now, I wanted to rip it off me. It was if she had tainted everything good and wholesome about my baby side, everything I was finally starting to enjoy after spending my whole life fighting it. And I wasn’t sure it’d come back if I ever escape from here. “Time for your hair now sweetums.” She picked me up and carried me downstairs, sitting on the sofa in the corner of the room and sitting me on her lap, with my back to her. I sat there, watching some boring news thing, wondering if maybe my kidnapping had become a thing. ‘Ha, who am I kidding? Littles get adopted, kidnapped, and murdered all the time, and it never makes the news.’ Instead it was some news piece on LIBRA or something. ------------------------------------------------- “LIBRA, most commonly known as the littles resistance, has made a public statement. They plan on running in the next general election.” Said the male news anchor. “D’aww, isn’t that cute? The little babies think they can run a country! They’d be much better off in an adoption centre so we can give them to parents who will raise them properly, as the babies they obviously are!” replied the female news anchor. “Well I guess there isn’t a law preventing them from running. It’s a bit surprising to hear from them publically, they tend to keep quite. And after the last time a little ran for any kind of office in this country...? I’m surprised they’re even trying!” “Exactly, I mean look at him, little baby Matty!” ------------------------------------------------- A video of a regressed little started playing on the screen. He was fully regressed, in a pink onesie and his hair in pigtails. He stared into the camera as he chewed on his stuffie. ------------------------------------------------- “And that ladies and gentlemen, was Matthew Jackson, the last little who attempted to run for Mayor of our capital. As you can see, he’s in a much better position as Mayor of Stuffieville!” “See, this is why LIBRA should just give up. They should just turn themselves in to the nearest adoption centre. I wouldn’t mind adopting one of them.” ------------------------------------------------- ‘Fucking Amazons. I mean good on LIBRA, but they’re insane to run against the current government. I mean who the fuck would vote for them? Sure, there are loads of littles, but most of them are adopted or regressed, which means they legally can’t vote. And how many Amazons would vote for them? People like Charlie are few and far between.’ Just as the two news anchors started on their next piece, I was quickly spun around. “There, it took a few attempts, but I managed to braid your hair. Isn’t it pretty?” she said, holding up a picture she had literally just posted on social media. “Yes Mummy.” “Right. I’ll get you a bottle. Don’t DARE spill it on you, I want some pictures for social media, and if you ruin today, you will regret it. Make sure you drink it all, that’s all you’ll get until later. We don’t have time for breakfast today, so that’s your breakfast. I’m going to go get dressed.” She placed me in the playpen with a bottle of juice, turned the TV off and walked upstairs. “I guess she doesn’t want me drinking milk and getting sleepy or wetting myself so soon.” ------------------------------------------------- We got to the park mid afternoon. Mostly because Madison just had to be dressed perfectly for showing off to everyone and taking photos for her social media, which had taken an hour, maybe even two. Honestly I was shocked just how long it took her to get ready, she must have tried on two dozen outfits before she finally picked one out that was apparently ‘perfect’. Though if you ask me, she still looks like shit. But I may be biased with the whole kidnapped, hypnotised and ruining my babyspace thing. She put me in a front-facing stroller, with the hood up and pushed me into the park, strutting as if she was the fucking Queen. My heart was beating quicker and quicker the closer we got to the park. Looking around... a smile grew on my face. The park was empty. Like no one. Not a soul. Not even a dog or a random pervert. Nothing. Which had royally fucked up her plans for the day. Which of course, made me extremely happy. “Don’t. Fucking. Say. A word.” She said, not even looking down to see my expression. She walked in front of the stroller, looking around. “No one? Seriously, no one? I see so many parents come here when I drive past, and I’ve always wanted to show off to them when I finally got a little. Now I’ve got one... no one is here? What the fuck?” And then just to top it off, as if my prayers had been answered, the heaven’s opened and the heaviest rainfall we had seen since April fell from the sky, drenching Madison and completely ruining her makeup and outfit. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” I couldn’t stop laughing at her. ‘This is probably why no one is here today, they probably had the common sense to check the weather before heading out, unlike someone...’ I was safe from the rain, the hood of the stroller protecting me from the sudden downpour. Yet here was my captor, looking like a wet dog, her mascara running down her face. I didn’t care that she’d take it out on me. I didn’t care what she could do to me. I didn’t care that she could silence me in any number of ways. I was going to enjoy this as much as I can. So I kept laughing. “Right. You can shut the fuck up.” She quickly grabbed my dummy from the clip attached to my shortalls and shoved it into my mouth, hurting my teeth as she pushed it in. “Well I WAS going to be nice to you when we got home. But you’re going down for a nap whilst I have a bath and have some time to myself. Smug little shit. But don’t worry, I’ll give you a special bottle before you nap.” I stopped laughing and gulped as she pushed me back to the car. I spent the rest of the evening alone, in my crib, napping or thinking about how bad Madison looked at the park, which put a smile on my face. Sadly, she was true to her word and fed me multiple bottles of what I could only guess was breast milk laced with laxatives, because when I woke up from the initial nap, I had had a blowout in my nappy, and the smell made me gag. It was a long evening, with no changes or interaction with Madison. The only interaction I got was when she fed the bottles. She left me alone for the rest of the day until I fell asleep, in a ridiculously messy nappy, holding on to a nearby stuffie for support. I don’t blame her though; I probably would have laughed at her if she had come back in. ------------------------------------------------- Day four.... Four days since I last saw Liv. I had gone home for the first time after the meet up on Tuesday. And I broke down. The house just felt empty, devoid of love. Everything reminded me of her and I spent the entire night crying. Yesterday was hell too, I skipped a meeting with my publisher about my new book. They tried calling but I was in no mood to answer. I’d get back to them eventually. Although without Liv... I’m not sure I had the motivation or the inspiration to even finish my book. I had started writing it when Liv and I first got together... but now... without her... I didn’t see the point. I forced myself to have a bath, but even that made me think of her. Everything did. Thankfully Mal turned up with pizza in the evening, which I was grateful for because I needed the company, and I had no plan on eating until he showed up. It was nice chatting to him about Liv and all the things she had gotten up to with him, and how silly and stupid she could be, but... I just felt worse. And now today, day four. No sign of her, no word, no updates, nothing. I wanted to go race around town hoping to find her, but the chances of finding her in this town? Close to zero. I’d just end up getting into an accident or getting caught for speeding if I did, so I stayed in, drowning my sorrows with alcohol and shitty romantic comedies. Which, in hindsight, was not the best choice for me in this situation. It was now mid afternoon, and I was on my fifth cocktail of the evening. Some fruity nonsense that Liv loved. I mean it was nice, but it wouldn’t have been my first pick. But it reminded me of her... and it got you drunk quick. I rested my head on the arm of the sofa, drink in one hand, Liv’s blanket in the other. It still had her scent. That’s when my phone rang. I didn’t want to answer it, it was probably just my publisher trying to contact me. But a small part of me hoped it was news on Liv, so I forced myself up, knocking my drink all down the side of the sofa. “Fuck! I’m coming! Just fucking wait! I’ll be one second!” I put the glass down on the coffee table and grabbed my phone, looking at the caller ID to see who it was. Ready to send the caller to voicemail, I quickly saw that it wasn’t my publisher, it was Linda. “Hhh... hello?” I said, clearing my voice. “Charlie? Is that you?” “Yeah, sorry, voice was a bit... you know?” “Charlie, shut up, I have a potential lead!” I shot up, fully awake and a rush of adrenaline now coursing through my body. “What? You have a lead on Liv? Where is she?” “Look, it’s a lead. We don’t know where she is right now, but we know where she has been. I’m pretty sure I saw her!” “How? Where?” “Did you get my text the other day?” “Yeah... sorry, I didn’t get chance to read it yet. I’ve been a bit of a mess.” “Look, you know that betweener I was in love with? Well I found him. My sister had adopted him. Long story short, she proved herself to be as immature as a baby and I’ve adopted her. But the good news is I adopted him too. We plan on getting him fixed up and deemed mature so we can get back on tracks.” “Great... I’m so happy for you...” I said with all the sympathy I could muster, “but I’m sorry, what does this have to do with Liv?” “Well I went to the daycare where my sister worked, where Thomas was enrolled, when she got deemed immature by the manager. I picked them up and went home. We were so busy that night and yesterday that we didn’t really get time to talk, but today he was telling me just what happened to my sister and him, and he was telling me about this girl who had recently been enrolled at the daycare, she was recently adopted. Apparently she was enrolled as Daisy, but she said her name was Olivia!” “Wait... my Olivia?” “That’s the thing, I would have been a bit sceptical, maybe a bit hesitant, but thinking back, I’m pretty sure I saw her. She was wearing a bonnet, hiding her hair, so I didn’t recognise her at first, but I’m pretty sure she went to Cutie Pie’s Daycare! She’s the reason why Thomas is back with me now!” “OH MY... does that mean we can...?” “I’ve already got the paperwork ready. I’ve given it to Sam, he’ll go with you to the daycare. Request the file on her and see where her house is. If they give you any hassle, you’ve got the ruling from a Judge with you. That should make them comply.” “But... I’ve had a few drinks. I can’t drive.” “I’m sorry Charlie, I can’t help you any further. I can’t get a babysitter or anything for my sister or Thomas. Maybe ask one of your friends to help? Don’t forget to collect Sam on the way! And Charlie?” “Yes Linda?” My heart was racing at this point, adrenaline flowing through me. I was going to get my girl back. “Be careful. And good luck.” “Thanks Linda. I’ll be in touch.” I shot up off the sofa, running into the bedroom, clumsily calling Mal along the way. “Charlie?” he sounded like I did before, defeated and lost. “SHUT UP! WE’VE FOUND LIV! I NEED A LIFT!” “Shit, where? I mean of course, but can’t you drive though?” “I’ve had too many drinks.” “Hey, no judgement from me. Where we going?” he asked, no hesitance in his voice. “First we’re going to pick up Sam, and then we’re going to Cutie Pie’s Daycare.” ========================================================== I hope everyone enjoyed the latest chapters! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Just a heads-up, I'm going to go back to my normal posting schedule soon. So 4 chapters a week. That should lead us to mid-august ? And my new story starts Thursday, which I'll be posting 2 a week (with 2 chapters in advance on my patreon), which should finish around mid-November. I'll be starting my third story at some point when I've finished writing my second. So much excitement! (but also lots of stress and worry). Next chapter tomorrow!

? please be careful! You sound so sure of that. ?? Oh wouldn't that be perfect! ? a really cute, frilly dress too! Thanks for the comment! ? Thank you ? It took a lot of effort to make sure everything is planned out as well as possible. There's still some revelations to come yet ? As for her change of heart... yeah, she really wanted to mess with her. She could melt her mind at any moment, but torturing poor Liv for being an inconvenience is something she would happily stoop so low to do. And as for the name thing, she can't call her Madison, it instantly reverts to her calling her Mummy. But as for other people with the same name... that would be VERY awkward ?

Yeah if she manages to escape or is rescued, Eve would have a much easier time fixing her. If... ? Still 25 chapters to go... ? Not all of them are bad! ?? its gonna take a lot more than that to beat our little Olivia. ?

Thanks for the comment! ? I thought it was pretty obvious. They'd still have full bathroom functionality.

Well I'm glad it helped with this chapter. Sorry it didn't help with the rest of the story! Thank you ? And you'll have to wait and see. It won't be too long until more is revealed. As for the psychological issue... I agree. There's only so much she'll be able to take before she breaks. And Liv doesn't know how soon she'll be rescued. I mean Sarah didn't get rescued for 6 months... ? thanks for the comment! Hehe ? I'm glad it helped! I know how it feels, and wanted to make sure I didn't leave people waiting for too long. He was a bit of a shady doc, so I don't think that option would be normal at normal hospitals. But either way... yeah. She is a nasty piece of work.

Chapter 47: Huh? ‘0...’ 'Wait... shouldn’t I be asleep by now? Shouldn’t... something be happening?’ “Umm... Doc? Why is she still awake?” Madison asked. “I... she... she should be asleep by now. The nanites are in her system.” He turned his chair around to check the computer. “There, I can see them in her system. They aren’t faulty or anything. They should be putting her to sleep and making changes...” I nudged my head over to the side, looking at the screen. I could see a top down X-ray view of me. All of it was red. “See, Miss Phillips? All the red on the screen indicates where the nanites are. There are millions of them in her system right now, from her head to her toes. That’s why her whole body shows up as red. They should be working...” That’s when I saw little gaps appear between in the red. A bit in my head, a bit in my chest, even bits in my legs and arms. “Umm... well that’s never happened before...” More and more of the red disappeared, until large patches of blank space merged. In about 20 seconds all the nanites had disappeared from the computer screen. “Maybe it was a faulty batch. I do apologise Miss Phillips. I’ll inject her again with another batch. Don’t worry, this one will be free of charge.” “It better be! I’m not paying for faulty nanites!” The Doctor was panicking at this point. He quickly instructed the nurse to prepare another syringe, sending the programmed options to them, before wiping down my arm this time. “This is going to hurt more than last time, but the arm is usually more efficient than the leg for some reason. Be a good girl Daisy...” He shoved the needle into my arm and I experienced pain I had never experienced before. I cried out, screaming. “MOTHER FUCKER!” Madison quickly shoved an inflatable dummy into my mouth, turning it on, silencing my crying (and swearing). “Good job you’re regressing her! She’s quite the potty mouth isn’t she?” said the Doc. “She’s terrible, you should have heard some of the other things she’s called me.” “I can assume. But don’t worry, she’ll be under in 10 seconds... hopefully...” 10 seconds passed... ...and again, nothing happened. “What the fuck Doc? What am I paying for? I heard you were the best Doctor for this crap?” “I am Miss, I’m sorry, I don’t understand. She’s had two doses of nanites. And look!” He pointed to the screen, the latest blotches of red started disappearing slowly, as if being sniped. Something about it gave me great pleasure to see, just watching each section of nanites fail. “Let... Let me just do a full body scan.” Dr Walker grabbed a device and pivoted it around so it was directly above me. “Now hold still...” A beam of light moved up and down me, scanning every inch of my body. A projection of the scan lit up the room as it appeared on the wall behind the Doctor. “Hmm... looks normal... let me just check...” He pressed a button on his computer, and suddenly the full body scan of me lit up in green. “What the fuck?” the Doctor exclaimed. “Why is it green?” Madison asked. “Daisy... Daisy already has a system of nanites in her. Did you know anything about this?” “No! I would have said if I knew! What does this mean though? Who did it?” “Has she been adopted before at all?” “No, I’m pretty sure she’s never been adopted.” “Then someone has done something to her at some point, and now she has her own system of nanites swarming around her body. Whenever any of our nanites tries to do anything to her, they attack it. Very much like normal antibodies. They are protecting her...” “But how did they get in her?” “I... I don’t know. I can do a scan, maybe try to hack into them. But I can’t promise anything.” “Just try. I’m getting impatient.” The Doc turned back to his computer, desperately typing, trying to gain access to the nanites currently inside me. A wave of relief washed over my body. I couldn’t believe my luck. I couldn’t believe they were still active after all this time. They’ve saved my life twice now! I had completely forgotten about them, I figured they had just passed out of my system by now, but I don’t know if it’s through sheer luck or by design, they had saved me from regression. That’s if he didn’t crack them and reprogram them. Five minutes passed and he was starting to sweat. “I’m sorry Miss Phillips. This is beyond me. I have never seen this level of tech before, this is something new. But at the same time... it’s not new. I can’t figure much out from the scan, but they’ve been in her for at least a decade, maybe more. And I can’t find their primary function or who put them in her, but I’m sorry to say, it does mean she can’t be modified.” “Can’t be modified? Are you crazy? All littles can be modified!” Madison was angry at this point. “She can’t be modified by nanites, no. But you may find more luck with hypnosis. I know the effects are a lot more limited than with our procedure, but I’m sure with the right selection and program, you’ll be able to regress her to a somewhat decent level. The scans indicate the existing nanites won’t be able to intercept any hypnosis or drugs, only other nanites.” “Well that’s something. But don’t expect a penny from me for this... fuck up.” “I understand Miss, and again, we do apologise. We have never seen this before. Usually our nanites replace old ones if there are any existing ones in the system still. But these... these are protecting her. And what’s worse is I don’t know why or how. But, we do have a selection of hypnosis programs you can purchase from us. We promise they are more effective than the normal high street ones or the nonsense you find on television.” “How can I trust you after you can’t even do a simple procedure correctly?” “I promise you they’ll work, or else you’ll get a full refund.” “Hmm... okay then. I’ll take them. But they better work, or else I’ll be back!” Madison angrily stomped over to the chair I was lay in, unstrapped me and picked me up. “Here you go Miss...” the nurse handed her the tapes she had agreed to try out. “Thanks.” The Doc stood up and hung his head a bit in shame. “Again, I’m sorry. This has never happened before. But I promise you’ll have more luck with the tapes. And don’t worry, you won’t be charged for today’s session or the nanites. You can pay for the tapes on the way out. Madison walked out in a huff, down the long corridor, back to the reception. “Hi there Miss!” Said the receptionist. “Are you paying?” “Yes. But just for the tapes.” “Oh? Did you not get any modifications done?” “No. There was a problem. But the Doctor said I won’t have to pay for anything today other than these hypnosis tapes.” “Oh... well let me just chec....ah yes I see, just the tapes. Well I hope they work for you! I’ve had great experience with them, they worked wonders on my littles.” “I hope so too...” Madison paid for the tapes, which weren’t cheap, and left, strapping me into the car seat and getting into her car. She didn’t start the engine or anything. She just sat there, with her hands on the wheel in complete silence, breathing heavily. It scared the shit out of me. “You... you knew didn’t you?” “Mmmmm...” I still had the inflatable dummy in my mouth, meaning I couldn’t talk. “Doesn’t matter. I can’t be listening to your smug voice anyway, so the dummy stays in. At least it won’t be smug for long if what the Doc said is true, I’ll regress you, even if it’s not how I wanted originally.” I gulped as she started the car and pulled out of the car park, heading back to her house. It didn’t seem to take as long to get back as going to the clinic, probably because I wasn’t dreading the hypnosis as much as I was dreading the procedure. At least with the hypnosis she couldn’t change anything physically other than my mobility and speech, although the fact she could still change my sexuality, my mind, my coordination and everything else still scared me to death. Pulling up outside her house, she quickly got me out of the car and back in the house, into the nursery. It must have been late now. “Right. Well you start your program tomorrow, so enjoy one last night of being an ‘adult’!” She pulled out a bottle of milk and shoved it in my mouth. Thanks to the craving for the milk and the oral fixation, I suckled on the bottle, not wanting to remove it. The more I drank, the sleepier I got, until I dropped the bottle to the side of my head and closed my eyes. “WAKEY WAKEY DAISY!” I jolted up as soon as I heard the yelling coming from the side of the crib. “Right, let’s get started, eh?” I’m not half-arsing this, so you’re going to spend the WHOLE DAY in your crib, having your mind melted. If that doesn’t work... then I’ll get another little. As much fun as it is having Charlie’s girlfriend as my own little baby... you wouldn’t be worth the hassle at that point. I’m not having a little I can’t regress. SO, you’re going to spend the whole day listening to these tapes. I’ve picked some good ones out, or at least the best I can get. You’ll be in and out of consciousness throughout the day. Maybe I’ll change your nappy, maybe I won’t. I’ll feed you a couple of bottles whilst you sleep, you probably won’t even realise honestly. Then later tonight, when you wake up, we’ll see the results. Sound good baby? No? Well don’t care. Have fun babygirl!” Madison was talking so quickly, she was being so impatient, I couldn’t fully understand what she had said, especially with the fact I had only just woken up. That’s when the tapes started. Gentle music poured out of the speaker on the table on the other side of the room. “I can’t... I... umm...” My mind started losing focus. “I... thing... you... umm... music... good... but... not... baby... please...pwease... no... feeling...sweepy... jus... need...” I gently lay back down, resting my head on the pillow, listening to the gentle, relaxing music. My last thoughts were of Charlie. Her face, her hair, her smile. I missed her. I loved her. But I didn’t feel fear as I drifted from consciousness, I felt happy, safe. I knew I was a good girl and would lie down. Something was telling me I needed to have a nap so that I could wake up and be the bestest good girl I could be. So I drifted off to sleep, gently wetting my nappy and not even caring that I did so. “Wakey wakey little one... It’s been twenty four hours now. Let’s see how you’re doing...” “Mummy?” I replied. “Yes sweetie. I’m your Mummy! Time to wake up little girl...” I slowly opened my eyes, taking in my surroundings. Something felt... off. Something felt... different. Before me stood Madison, smiling at me, as if she was trying to figure something out. ‘Madison?’ I thought. “Mummy?” was what actually came out of my mouth. “Yes baby! I’m your Mummy!” I quickly shot my hands up to my mouth, covering it before I said anything else. I couldn’t believe I had just called her that! “Who am I Daisy?” “Mummy!” I said excitedly, whilst screaming internally. ‘YOU’RE A FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!’ I screamed in my head. “Mama mama mama mama mama!” came out of my mouth instead. “Well I’m glad that works. Now one I’ve been dying to see... try swearing little one...” ‘FUCK YOU!’ I tried screaming at her. “UH OH!” came out of my mouth, and a bit of dribble formed in the corner of my mouth, dripping down onto the onesie I was wearing. “Now let me just check...” Madison undid the snaps on my onesie, quickly checking my nappy. “Yes! It works! D’aww poor little potty mouth. You’re going to hate that one!” “Huh?” I said. “Whenever you try and swear, you say something babyish and wet yourself! And if you try to call me any naughty names... your bowels will release if they can. Honestly I couldn’t believe it when I read the description on that file! It was perfect for you!” “Buh... how? Do you mean I can’t swear anymore? At all?” ‘Wait a minute...’ “AND WHY CAN I TALK?” “Because I had a change of heart. Or maybe I just wanted to see you suffer for a while. Basically you’ll talk like a baby, but you’ll be able to form normal sentences. But you’re programmed to call me Mummy, and all swearing is overwritten and turned into baby babble. I was going to wipe your mind, but then I figured making you call me Mummy and be unable to swear like you normally would... oh it’s just perfect.” “That’s evil!” “Meh, who cares? You’re my little baby now. And that’s just for starters!” “What else have you done to me?” “Well for starters, you’re going to have less mobility than you’re used to. I haven’t taken away your legs or anything, but your co-ordination is completely shot, and you’re going to struggle to walk unless you have assistance.” I looked down at my legs, wanting to swear but I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of hearing me babble again. “Also say bye bye to the big girl potty! Because you won’t be able to control when and where you go.” “Well that was obvious. Like you’d let me get away with any control.” “Fine. You want to see the best part? I’ll show you! Clap your hands babygirl!” I clapped my hands. My mouth dropped open. “Good girl! Such an obedient little baby!” ‘Fuck!’ “Blababab!” I babbled. ========================================================== I hope everyone enjoyed the latest chapters! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! I hope posting two today eased people's anxiety. And I hope people didn't get too bad waiting for this. And it made me happy that no one guessed what would happen. Also... the plot thickens... ??

Chapter 46: Changes As I was strapped into the car seat, Madison noticed my lifeless expression. “Don’t worry baby, you’ll be much happier after your operation. Just a few nanites injected in, and then you’ll sleep for a while. Then when you wake up you’ll be a new you! I’ll tell you about all the changes I’ve got planned for you when we get to the Doctor’s!” I wanted to cry. I wanted to run. I wanted to scream. But I just sat there, lifeless and unable to do anything but breathe and blink, as Madison got into the car and drove off, away from the daycare. It was about mid afternoon. I hadn’t been at daycare that long, due to Madison finishing work early and being able to get an early appointment. The sun was setting; the dark autumn’s nights becoming more and more obvious. I sat there, in the car seat, watching lamp post after lamp post pass us by. I was going to count them to try and distract myself, but I felt like nothing could distract me now. Not even thinking about Charlie. ‘Oh Charlie. Why did we do this? Why did we have to fall in love? Why did I have to be impatient and want to go out with you more? Why did I have to have this little side of mine? I guess I’m paying for that now, I’ll be little all the time now, whether I like it or not. Not like I’ll be able to enjoy it, I won’t be me anymore, I’ll be a mindless little toe-sucker who can’t feed herself or use a toilet.’ I twiddled my fingers, digging my nails into my flesh to try and feel something other than guilt and dread. ‘Ugh. I’m going to be ‘Baby Daisy’. Which is the worst name she could have picked for me. I love Olivia, it’s special to me. Why couldn’t she have at least kept my name?’ I looked out of the window and saw we had entered a part of town that I had never been to before. It was a lot more upper class than the usual places I go, but it wasn’t like the upper class suburbs where Catherine lived. This is the inner city, so she must have gotten a good Doctor. Or a really shady one. ‘Charlie... I miss you. I will always miss you, even if she wipes my mind. I just hope you manage to move on and find someone as awesome as me. Well... nearly as awesome. Ha. Gallows humour I guess. Ugh. I love you Charlie. I’ve never loved anyone more than I love you. Maybe she’ll be able to find me once I’ve been regressed and maybe she’ll adopt me? She’s a good Mummy, so I’m sure she’d treat me well if I was regressed completely. Or would she be too weirded out that her girlfriend was basically gone, and the shell of her was in her arms, pooping herself and giggling? I mean sure, that’s what I’ve been doing lately with her, but next time... it won’t be me.’ A tear rolled down my face as the car pulled up inside a car park. Getting out of the car, Madison opened the back door and unclipped me from the car seat. ‘I could fight and struggle... I could run and escape... but I’m in the city now. There are more Amazons here than I’m used to. There’s no way I’ll be able to outrun her or get help or anything. Face it Liv... your time is up. It’s been a good run whilst it lasted.’ “Oh don’t be such a pouty pants! Ah, doesn’t matter anyway, you’ll be a poopy pants in no time!” Madison laughed to herself. She picked me up out of the seat and put me on her hip, closing and locking the car and turning to face the Doctor’s clinic. I read the sign above the door. ‘Dr Walker. For all your little’s needs!’ it read. ‘Ugh. Honestly at this point... should I just escape and run into traffic?’ Dark thoughts that hadn’t surfaced in over a decade started rising up to the surface. ‘Yeah. I could do that. It’s basically the same ending for me. And that way she doesn’t get the satisfaction of humiliating me and treating me like a baby.’ Before I could formulate a plan, she clipped something on me. “There. I know you’re probably thinking of running off and escaping, so forget about that. No getting away from me now babygirl!” I looked down to see she had put a harness on me. ‘Well there goes that plan. Fuck my life.’ We walked away from the car, through the front door, and we were met by a cheery face at the reception desk. “Well hello there little one! Aren’t you a cutie! Is your Mummy going to get some work done on you today?” the receptionist asked, looking directly at me. Normally that kind of baby talk would make me blush, but whilst the inflection was nice, the words were horrifying. “This is Daisy Phillips. I’m Madison, her mother. We’re here to see Doctor Walker about getting her modified.” The receptionist typed something on her computer, before looking back and smiling again. “Welcome Miss Phillips. Ah, I see you’re here for the discreet service. It’s a pleasure to have you with us today. Your appointment is in 10 minutes, if you’d just like to take a seat at the bottom of the hallway, in the waiting room, the Doctor will call you in. Oh and here is a form, please confirm which modifications you want to have done on your little one before you hand it to the nurse.” “Thank you.” Madison replied, taking the clipboard and walking down the long corridor with me in her arms. The corridor seemed to go on forever, and the further I got, the more I noticed the photographs in the frames on the walls. They were all of regressed, happy littles in different poses and situations. All of them mindless, you could see no sign of life behind their eyes. ‘This is going to be me. Well aren’t they just wonderful, reminding me of that just before I go under.’ We finally got to the waiting room, and it was completely empty, so Madison found a seat in the middle of the room and sat down. She placed me on the seat next to her, tightening the grip she had on the reins so that I couldn’t run away, before picking up the pen and filling in the form. Now I knew for a fact she could have put me on the floor to go play with the toys in the corner, or just put me on the floor to have me out of the way, but she wanted me next to her. She wanted me to read the forms to see just what the options where and why I was so lucky she hadn’t picked some of the more barbaric ones. I’m not sure if it was an act of mercy or an act of humiliation or torture, but no matter what, it was working. I looked at some of form she had already filled out. -------------------------------------- Patient Name: Daisy Phillips Bio Age: Late 20’s Target Mental Age: 0-1 Target Physical Age: No changes Mother/Father: Madison Phillips Father/Mother: - Hair colour: Ash blonde Targeted Hair colour (If Applicable): Brown Eye colour: Blue Targeted Eye Colour (If Applicable): No changes --------------------------- ‘Shit. She wants to change my hair colour and everything.’ I looked down at the list of modifications she was circling, the things that I would have done to me, and I began to cry. --------------------------- MODIFICATIONS (Circle your choices, Do not leave anything blank. If nothing is changing, leave a circle in the correct category anyway. Dr Walker will discuss each option with you to answer any questions you may have or discuss any specific requests? Mental Regression: O - Level 0 (Infant) X - Level 1 (Baby) X - Level 2 (Toddler) X - Level 3 (No Change) Potty Training: O - Level 0 (No Control) X - Level 1 (Urinary Incontinence only) X - Level 2 (Small Accidents – Recommended for Pull-ups users) X - Level 3 (No change) Teeth Removal O - Yes X- No Mobility: X - Level 0 (No use of Legs OR Arms) X - Level 1 (No use of Legs only) O - Level 2 (Crawling) X - Level 3 (No Change) Weight Gain/Loss (Discuss desired weight with Nurse if chosen) X - Yes O- No Breasts: O - Breast Removal X - Breast Augmentation (Discuss size with Nurse if chosen) X - Neither Genitals: X - Genitals Option 1 (Penis) O - Genitals Option 2 (Vagina) X - Genitals Option 3 (Doll) Body Type: X - Male O - Female Breeding Options: O - Able to breed X - Unable to breed Hair Removal: X - Head Hair removal O - Body & Face Hair Removal O - Genital Hair Removal X - No Hair Removal Sexuality: X - Interest in Men X - Interest in Women O - Interest in Both X - Interest in Neither Sexual Arousal Levels O - High X - Normal X - Low X - None 10 - Neediness (Please rate on a scale of 1-10. 10 - extremely needy, 1 - independent) ------------------ As I cried, reading through each option and the choices she made for me, Madison shoved my dummy into my mouth. Sure, the oral fixation meant it felt good to suck on it, but seeing that she wanted to change integral parts about me, like my sexuality, just made me want to cry more. “Miss Phillips? Would you like to come through please?” Madison picked me up in one arm and held the clipboard in the other as she followed the nurse who had called her over into a nearby room. Upon entering, it looked just like a regular paediatrician’s office. A jar of lollipops were on the side, colour cartoon characters dotted the walls, and there was a colourful patterned chair in the middle, which was the perfect size for a little. “Hi Miss Phillips, I’m Doctor Walker. It’s nice to meet you. I understand we’ll be making some changes to little... Daisy here, correct?” “That’s right Doc. I just adopted her and she’s a bit older than I had planned her to be.” “Let me have a look at the options you’ve picked... yeah... all pretty standard. Planning on breeding her? I mean I don’t blame you, she’s adorable. You’d make a pretty penny selling her offspring.” The nurse was off in the corner, preparing stuff for the Doctor, whilst I was trying to block out this discussion. ‘I swear... if somehow I miraculously get out of this... I’m going to fucking destroy this place, with everyone in it. It’s... barbaric.’ “So it’s a relatively simple procedure. We inject her with the nanites, and they should start working straight away. Some of the changes we’ll see in about 10 minutes, whereas some of the more serious changes could take overnight. Usually any additions and all that, but reductions and mental changes should happen straight away. So we inject her, observe her for 20 minutes, and then you’re free to take her home. If anything doesn’t change overnight, call us and we’ll have a look tomorrow.” “Thanks Doc. Where do you want Daisy?” “Just on the chair will do. Use the straps attached to it, the nanite injection can be a bit painful, and we don’t want her struggling or moving during it.” I wanted to fight. I wanted to scream. I wanted to die. But my lifeless body was put into the chair in the middle of the room, my dangling arms and legs strapped into the restraints, my head strapped back. Madison finished it off by strapping the waist restraint around my tummy. “Right, little Daisy, I’ve programmed the options your Mummy gave you. Now be a good girl and hold still. This is going to hurt. But then you’ll fall asleep as the nanites take over, and you’ll be a whole new you when you wake up! Isn’t that exciting?” Tears rolled down my face as I was powerless to stop this man from destroying everything that made me... me. He lifted up the large needle in front of his face, and then looked down at me. “Good girl. Now start counting down from 10..." ’10...’ ‘9...’ He injected me in the leg, and it hurt like a motherfucker as I clenched my fists. ‘8...’ ‘7...’ “She should doze off in a few seconds. Then we’ll see the nanites work their magic." ‘6...’ ‘5...’ ‘4...’ “And you’ll have a brand new babbling baby girl! Congratulations Miss Phillips!” ‘3...’ ‘2...’ ‘1...’ ========================================================== Next chapter in about an hour or so...

You'll just have to wait and see ?? I just finished editing both of them, I'll post them later today. Not sure if I'll do them back to back or wait an hour between them or something, but I'll post both tonight at least. Now to get started editing my other story so it's ready to post on Thursday! Then I've gotta review my tiers and finish setting up my patreon and everything so it's all ready! ?

There must be a number of them, but I guess most won't because they'd be scared of the consequences. ? Thanks for the comment! I hope you enjoy the next one! Thanks for the comment ? We'll see how accurate you are later! ? I'm actually looking forward to later chapters where I can talk more openly about a bunch of things without spoiling anything. It's so difficult to not say anything at all in case it spoils some of the things I've set up. Because trust me, I've got EVERYTHING planned out. Like plans within plans. I've got a huge spreadsheet with it all colour coded and planned out and everything. Nothing is without reason (Most of the time anyway. I do occasionally just put little stuff in because it's fun ?) ....also ? ...just because. Yeah, Linda could have probably recognised Liv if she wasn't so focused on Tommy! But maybe he'll say something to her? ? If this is bad, don't feel bad if you need to take a break in the middle of the next one or whatever.

....? It is, but she's made it to that age without being adopted or any major incidents that have caused her to regress or anything. It's rare for littles. It's scary, but I'd feel the same. Also thank you to everyone for the amount of views and replies to my story. I just saw that it was marked as hot, and it put a huge smile on my face. I really wasn't expecting it with my very first story. I'm really glad people are enjoying it and connecting with my characters. It really does mean a lot to me. ???️‍???

Two chapters tomorrow! ? Sorry you've gotta wait! If Madison took it far enough, there's no coming back for Liv. Some things may take years to fix. But Eve managed to bring Zoey back in about 3 months, and she was regressed. And do you mean Hayley's sister? Tommy and Judge Linda used to be together. Linda is the friend of Charlie's, the one who is working with them to find Liv ? ? Linda was too excited and focused on being reunited with Tommy. I'm sorry, but I'm already posting two chapters tomorrow, I don't think any amount of likes could get me to post another tonight ? Awww I'm not evil! But yes, even if I did make a goal, there's no way it'd be reached tonight. I still have to edit both chapters too. ??? Same honestly.

Chapter 45: Payback I worked out the plan in my head. I didn’t tell the others, plausible deniability and all that. If I was going to have my brain melted tomorrow, I’d go out with a bang. Miss Hayley called us all in. Taylor helped me up, as the thick mess in the back of my nappy made it difficult to get up without squishing it further. “Thanks.” “No problem. You’re one of us. Even if they do turn your brain to mush.” “I guess I’ll find out tomorrow.” “Nervous?” “About having my whole life erased and rewritten? Having my whole personality drained and replaced by a giggling baby who does nothing but piss and shit herself? No, not at all.” “I’m sorry. Maybe your Mummy will change her mind?” “I doubt it. Madison is a grade ‘A’ bitch. She is looking forward to watching the intelligence drain from my face. I bet she’s got all kinds of modifications planned too. Ah well, just promise me you’ll keep me safe if I come back here looking like one of those.” I nodded towards one of the fully regressed littles, some blonde girl sucking her spade that she had just been digging with. “Promise. But hey, you’re a fighter. Let’s hope you don’t end up as bad as her.” “Better get going. The others have already gone in.” We quickly caught up to Tommy and the girls, following them into the classroom. “Right kiddos. Find a partner and sit with them, make sure to spread around the room.” Our little group looked at each other, realising that now I was here, we had 5, meaning one of us was going to be left out. I looked at Tommy, realising what I needed for my plan to work. “Tommy, I need you to get your Mummy out of the room. No matter what it takes. Please.” He nodded and started crying, running over to Hayley and tripping over, hitting his arm on the floor. I wasn’t sure if this was part of his plan to get her out of the room, but it worked because she quickly ran over to him. “Oh you stupid little thing. Look at you. You’ve grazed your arm. Ugh, fine. Let’s get that cleaned up. You stupid little baby, I have no idea what my sister saw in you.” She picked Tommy up, leading him by his hand out of the classroom. But before she left, she called over to the reception area. “Shana, can you cover for me for 5 minutes? Tommy hurt himself and I need to clean him up. They’re just doing the pairs game.” “Sure thing!” Shana shouted back. Leaving the room with Tommy, Hayley disappeared from sight and was replaced by the bubbly smile of Shana. “Hey boys, girls and otherwise!” I saw Taylor smile at that. “Can you get into pairs like Miss Hayley said? Then we can begin.” I paired up with Taylor, Amanda paired up with Jenna. “Right, sit down facing each other.” “Ugh I need to get her attention...” I whispered. Taylor must have heard me, because they yelled out in front of the entire classroom. “MISS? THE NEW GIRL IS STINKY!” “Thank you Taylor!” she replied. “Distract her again when I’m up on the table.” I whispered to Taylor. Shana walked over to me, bending down and looking at the mess leaking out of my nappy. ‘Thank fuck for the plastic pants, otherwise it would have been even more disgusting.’ “Oh dear, you are a messy little thing aren’t you? How about we get you changed whilst everyone plays the pairs game. Get started everyone! Taylor, you wait for your partner to be changed, then you can tell her what to do, okay?” I was carried over to the changing table and placed on my back, looking up at some cartoon characters on the ceiling. “Right, let’s get that stinky bum of yours changed, shall we?” she said, opening the closet underneath the changing table to get the supplies. Taylor screamed out again. “EWWWW THE SMELL IS STILL HERE MISS!” Miss Shana turned around, giving me ample time to grab what I needed from the open closet. “It will be, silly bum! But don’t worry, it’ll go!” she replied to Taylor. Quickly shoving the stolen goods into one of my booties, I went back to playing baby, smiling as Miss Shana looked back at me. “Silly baby that one is. They are silly aren’t they little cutie?” She started playing with my feet, and I prayed to whatever higher power that she didn’t find what I had just stolen. Thankfully she gave up after a little bit of light tickling, getting straight to the nappy change. “Aww, it’s a shame your Mummy is going to regress you fully. Whilst regressed littles are cute, I like seeing life in your eyes. It’s why I love seeing your little friends over there, their caregivers are quite nice by Amazon standards, and won’t regress them. Not even sure they’ve had any modifications done to them. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re well looked after if your Mummy brings you back here after you’ve had all yours done.” I felt a mixture of fear, sadness and heartache as I saw the sadness in her face, despite her smile. Whilst still seeing littles as babies, she was one of the better Amazons. She seemed genuinely kind and loving. She seemed to love her job and looking after us. But every word she said reminded me of my fate that awaited me tomorrow. I wanted to cry, I wanted to open up and just cry my heart out. But instead I focused on something more productive and distracting. I focused on my plan. Miss Shana changed my nappy, putting another thick nappy on me, but this time without the plastic pants, and placed me on the floor. “Now you go over to Taylor and they’ll teach you how to play. Have fun sweetie. Oh wait... what’s that smell? Oh Brian, are you a stinky one too?” This was my chance. Before heading back over to Taylor, I waited for Miss Shana to pick up the messy little and put him on the changing table. I knew I had at least two minutes before she’d turn around, provided no one startled her or called her. But fuck it, like I said, I’m going out with a bang so I’m going to take the risk. I crawled over to the teacher’s desk, to Hayley’s desk to be precise. Looking back, making sure Miss Shana was occupied changing Brian, I climbed up onto the chair, which I must admit, is difficult under normal circumstances. But when you’re in a crawler nappy and you can barely move your legs... it’s next to impossible. But not actually impossible, so I pushed as hard as I could, lifting myself on to the chair and reaching over to the desk. Checking Miss Shana again, I could see her planting raspberries on the little’s tummy. Which made me think of Charlie, and how much I missed her. ‘No Liv. Not now. I need this plan to work.’ I reached into my bootie and pulled out the small tablets I had stashed in there, the ones I had grabbed from the changing table. ‘Not sure if this will work, but if they do... it’ll be hilarious. Now... I’m not sure how many would work, so how about... all of them?’ I dropped all 7 into the cup of coffee Hayley had been drinking from. I wasn’t sure if one would work, I wasn’t sure if any would work, so I thought it best to just try as many as possible, surely that would get something out of her. Satisfied with my job, I quickly stirred the coffee with a biro that was left on the side, then climbed down. I hid behind the desk, peaking out slightly to see where Miss Shana was. She wasn’t there. Brian was back on the floor, playing some game with his partner. ‘Shit.’ I looked around, trying to find out where Miss Shana was, when I saw Taylor look over at me, putting one finger up. I figured she was telling me to wait, so I did. They pointed over to the side, my eyes following their finger, to see Miss Shana with Amanda and Jenna. Jenna was talking to Miss Shana, distracting her. Amanda looked at me and nodded her head to the side. This was my chance. I crawled over to Taylor as fast as I could, before parking my freshly padded butt in front of them. “That. Was. Amazing.” Taylor said. “Shhhhh!” I put my finger to my lips. Taylor nodded. Miss Shana walked over to where we were, and knelt down. “And how are you two doing? Have you taught Daisy here how to play our little game?” ‘Shit. The game. I have no idea what it is or how it’s played.’ Thankfully, I was saved from this difficult question when Tommy was pushed into the classroom, followed by Miss Hayley. “Thanks Shana. I’ll take it from here. I think the little brats need a nap.” “Oh. Okay Hayley.” Shana said with sadness in her voice. She looked at us. “Well you two have a nice nap, it was nice meeting you Daisy... Sorry about Miss Hayley. You’ll get used to her.” She got up and walked out, closing the door behind her. Hayley stood in front of the class and clapped her hands to get our attention. “Now go get your mats out for your little nap. I’m going to sit here and relax for a bit whilst you all sleep. I need to catch up on this new book I got. I don’t want to hear a peep out of any of you alright? Or you’ll regret it!” I followed Taylor to the side of the room where the mats were stored. They passed me a green one, I assumed to match my outfit of the day, and I carried it over to a spot where I could have the best view of Hayley. I lay down, looking at Taylor as they lay down on their mat. “Wait for it...” I whispered to them. Whilst everyone slept, I kept my eyes slightly open as I saw Miss Hayley take sip after sip of her coffee. Thankfully she hadn’t realised or tasted anything off with her drink, and in no time, she had finished it all. A few minutes later, whilst she was flipping through the book she was reading, which from what I could see was just some trashy novel, she got a sudden panic on her face. ‘Showtime...’ I watched intently as Miss Hayley rushed out of her seat, running for the door. But she stopped half way. “No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!” she yelled. You could see the moment she lost control of her bowels, as the stuff she had fed me earlier made its way through her system, causing her to blowout like I did. But she didn’t have the added protection like I had. My smile grew as the mess caused her jeans to expand out, forming a brown patch on the bum. “Nooooooooo!” She said, starting to cry at her situation. That’s when everything got SO much better. Miss Shana entered the room. “Oh dear, what’s going on?” she exclaimed with a look of surprise and disgust on her face. “Ughhhh... I... don’t... know...” Hayley grunted, pushing more and more of the mess into her pants. ‘See how you like it!’ I thought to myself, smiling. “Well you certainly aren’t any better than the ‘brats’ you love to bully.” “Huh?” Hayley asked, focusing too much on the accident in her pants to understand what Shana was talking about. “What I’m saying, little Hayley, is that you are obviously in the right class, but the wrong role. You bully these poor littles, and then you can’t even control your poopies, just like them!” “Wha... what are you talking about? This is just one accident! It doesn’t mean I’m anything like these babies!” “I think it means exactly that. You obviously can’t be trusted with caring for littles, whether they be enrolled here or your own. Sorry, I’m going to have to call someone to come get you. Whoever is your next of kin will have to come get you and your little, and they can adopt you or take you to get tested or whatever. Basically, you’re not going to be my responsibility, you’re obviously too immature to be an adult, so your next of kin can decide what happens to you. I knew when I hired you that you lied on your CV about being an Amazon, but I gave you the benefit of the doubt. Yet time and time again you treated these poor littles like toys. Tommy? Stay here, I’m going to take this little poopypants to get changed and contact her new caregiver.” Tommy looked a bit confused, a bit frightened, but also a bit relieved. Shana grabbed Hayley by the ear, dragging her out of the classroom, her messy backside on full view as the whole classroom erupted into laughter. Apparently none of us wanted to sleep whilst this was going on, and who can blame them? Tommy, Amanda, Jenna, Taylor and I all sat up, looking at each other. I felt bad; I wasn’t sure what would happen to Tommy now that his ‘Mummy’ was deemed immature. I just wanted to play a prank and get Hayley back for her behaviour. “Sorry Tommy, I didn’t know it’d go that far. I hope you don’t end up with someone even worse. Seriously, I’m so sorry.” “Liv, stop worrying, this is fantastic news!” “Huh?” “Well she said her next of kin would be contacted. Her next of kin is her sister. Lin will be adopting me! And her. But hey, at least I’ll be treated with a bit of respect, and maybe Lin can get me deemed mature and we can continue where we left off! Seriously Liv, thank you so much!” He crawled over and hugged me as tight as he could. I returned the hug, enjoying this bit of human touch whilst I could. “For what it’s worth, I really really hope you make it through tomorrow intact, and that the next time you’re here we can keep being friends. That’s if Lin brings me back here.” “Well I’m glad it’s worked out for you! And maybe something happens, maybe I keep my mind? Who knows.” Miss Shana walked back in, with Hayley following her behind her, on all fours, crawling. She looked so much different now. She still had her work shirt on, but she had a thick, betweener-sized crawler nappy taped on her, and a dummy gag occupying her mouth. “Tommy, I’ve spoken to little Hayley’s sister on the phone, she’s coming to adopt you both. She sounded very excited when she heard your name being mentioned.” “Yes!” he exclaimed. Hayley started crying, staring at Tommy furiously. “Well that’s enough excitement for now I guess little ones. You can have some free time to play with each other in here, I’ll keep little Hayley here occupied whilst we wait for her new Mummy to come get her and Tommy. Then I guess I’ll have to take over the class until we find a replacement.” All the littles started scurrying about, finding toys and friends to play with. Taylor grabbed my arm, pulling me over to the side. “You are something special Liv. If I can help you at all, you just tell me, okay?” “Thanks Taylor. Same goes for you.” They gave me a bear hug, before letting me down and handing me a toy to play with. We sat there, playing with Tommy, Amanda and Jenna. Just as we started getting really into it, there was a knock at the door. Miss Shana got up and walked over, greeting the person at the door. “Hi there, can I help you?” she asked the strange woman. “Hi, I’m Linda Thompson. I’m here to pick up Thomas and my sister Hayley.” “Oh yes, your honour. They’re just in here.” “Oh no need for that, just call me Linda.” Linda looked behind Miss Shana, seeing her sister pouting in the corner, avoiding eye contact with her. “I’ll deal with you when we get home.” She turned around, seeing Tommy playing with us. That’s when Tommy dropped what he was doing, and ran over to his lover. “OH MY GOD, TOMMY! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!” “I MISSED YOU TOO LIN!” They embraced, kissing each other on the cheeks. Since Tommy wasn’t legally an adult at the moment, I figured they had to do what Charlie and I did until she gets him deemed mature. ‘I wonder if that’s what Charlie and I look like when we’re intimate... only on a much more noticeable scale with us...’ I thought to myself, missing the touch of my girlfriend. Linda picked Tommy up, and walked out of the room, grabbing her sister’s hand and dragging her behind her. Tommy waved goodbye over Linda’s shoulder, mouthing ‘Thank you’ to me. ‘Well at least I did one more good deed before I go.’ Miss Shana followed them out, talking to them along the way. That’s when I heard a familiar voice from the hallway. Shana walked back into the classroom and looked directly at me. “Daisy? Your Mummy is here to pick you up. You didn’t bring anything, did you?” Sighing, I crawled over to her. “No Miss Shana.” I turned back, waving at Taylor and the girls. A tear rolling down my cheek. They all waved back at me as they each began to cry. Miss Shana picked me up, and took me out to the entrance, where of course, Madison was waiting for me. “Oh there’s my little dumpling. I have good news little one! I moved your Doctor’s appointment up to today seeing as I closed the deal earlier than expected!” The pit inside my chest grew and grew as the fear enveloped me. ========================================================== I hope everyone enjoyed the latest chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Warning (and very slight spoilers): Now, I must warn people who may be a bit anxious at this point in the story, that the next chapter may be a bit darker than usual and will have mention of some scary stuff. So I'll be posting two chapters tomorrow. Either together, or maybe an hour apart. Anyway, back to this chapter. I hope everyone enjoyed this. I know a few of you wanted some justice against some of the mean people. ?

Charlie never slept with her. They're just friends. Charlie helped her with the blackmail issue. And yeah, she's a Judge.

Another tonight! ? Yeah, I will admit I started to find it difficult to include them all. It's why I opted for a much shorter cast of characters in my second story. But I'm glad I at least introduced them all well! I don't think there's anymore characters that people need to remember from here on... maybe. Hehe, I'm glad! And I agree, if she's going, may as well go out with a bang! ? Non-binary. Shortened to Enby. Taylor goes by they/them pronouns. ? It is evil! Won't have to wait too long to find out ?

In their dimension, that isn't seen as cruel and barbaric, especially when they use nanites. Littles still have rights, at least as much as babies have rights. They aren't allowed to be treated poorly or abused. But modifications aren't seen as abuse to their society. To us, yeah it's horrifying, but not to them. In other countries, littles have no rights at all and anything can be done to them. Other people's stories cover those countries well. Tir Cawr is probably one of the more progressive countries in fairness. Unadopted littles have more rights, but can still be adopted with even the weakest of reasons. Adopted littles are fair game. It's not a nice country, but it's certainly not one of the bad ones in comparison. ? you'll just have to wait and see. I've got a lot planned still.

Chapter 44: Daycare Tuesday. Day 2 of this nightmare. And the day I’d be attending Daycare for the first time in my life. ------------------------------------------------- Now to say I was scared for today would be an understatement. To say I was terrified would STILL be an understatement. It was like every cell in my body was in fear of what could potentially happen at a daycare. Especially one that Madison had chosen. The morning was relatively uneventful. She was not happy that I kept calling her Madison instead of Mummy, a small act of defiance with no consequences. Yet. But hey, she planned on melting my mind anyway, so why not piss her off a bit before she does? She strapped me into a car seat in her medium sized saloon car. About the kind of car you’d expect some business executive to drive. She had no sympathy for how I felt as she shoved me into the seat and strapped me in way too tight. I started to complain but she simply pushed a dummy into my mouth and closed the car door. I looked down at myself, looking at the outfit she had dressed me in today. I wore a mint green t-shirt that read ‘Mummy’s Little Stinker’, with matching booties and bonnet. Today she had decided that I was an infant, that I wouldn’t wear anything covering my nappy, just to remind me that I was VERY thickly padded. Because, of course, she had put me in a nappy that was nearly as thick as a crawler, one that was on full display at all times because the t-shirt was not very long, only covering half of my tummy. I could still walk in it, but it was difficult. “Don’t dare act out today. I’m not in the mood. I should be on maternity leave, but I reeeeally need to close this deal today. That way Mummy gets a nice bonus and we can have a relaxing maternity leave together.” I suckled the dummy and looked out of the window as she started the car and drove off. ------------------------------------------------- We arrived at the daycare about 20 minutes later. She grabbed me out of the car seat, twisting my leg a bit, not stopping or caring when I cried out in pain, and rushed into the building. The daycare worker at the desk greeted us with a smile on her face. “Hi there! Welcome to Cutie Pie’s Daycare! I’m Shana, the manager. How can I help you today?” “Hi, my name is Madison Phillips. I’m here to drop off little Daisy here. I called yesterday?” “Ah yes, I see her on the register. Can I just take a few details before you head off? Then we can get little Daisy settled in until Mummy comes and picks her up later!” Madison handed me over to the receptionist and filled in a bunch of forms. I couldn’t see what they said, but I assumed they were just your standard release forms and contact details and whatever. Pushing the clipboard back across the desk, she looked up and waved at me. “Bye bye Daisy! Have a good first day at daycare! I’ll be back later when I’ve finished with work. Be a good girl!” Madison rushed off, getting into her car and racing off. Even the receptionist was a bit taken back by this, but she quickly resumed her cheery expression and smiled at me. “Well hello there little Daisy, how about we get you set up with the other infants, I think they’re having story time at the moment, let’s go get you introduced!” I kept my mouth shut. Because I looked around and saw that the chance of escape was slim. And there was no promise these workers would be sympathetic to my cause. They had some really tight security system, at least on the front doors and windows. Carrying me through the daycare, I saw a good amount of regressed littles dotted around, with some that were clearly still with their minds intact mixed in with them. We arrived at one door that said ‘Cutie Patootie’s’ and the worker holding me carefully opened the door, taking me in with her. “Hi Miss Hayley. We have a newbie here joining your group.” “Thanks Miss Shana. Just put her down on the floor and we’ll do introductions before we start the next story.” Shana put me down towards the front of the class. I could see it was a smallish class of about 10 littles, although one of them looked more like a betweener. Shana smiled and waved at me, whispering something to the other worker, Hayley, and left the room. Hayley looked a bit small for an Amazon, but I wasn’t quite sure if she was small enough to be a mid, especially with her sat down. “So kiddos, this is Daisy. She’s a newbie here. So help her fit in. Teach her the ropes. She’s still a thinker, like some of you, for now anyway. So make sure she follows my rules.” I didn’t like the way she said that, something about it gave me chills up my spine. “I know! My little can look after you today. Right Tommy?” she said, looking at the betweener sat beside me. “... Yeth Mummy.” he replied. I sat there for a good 15 minutes or so, listening to this daycare worker read stories to everyone. They weren’t even interesting or fun stories, they were scary ones about how littles should be regressed and how better off we are. But hey, it got me thinking about asking Charlie for a story if I get out of this alive and intact. ‘I bet she’d pick the best stories.’ “Now kiddos, time to go play outside for a bit. Tommy, look after little Daisy. But don’t worry if she messes up, she’ll be like the others by the time she comes in next. Or at least that’s what her Mummy put on the form.” Chills ran down my spine again, but before I could focus on anything she said, Tommy grabbed my hands with his mittened hands and pulled me out of the room, into the blinding sun of the playground. It looked like any other playground. Tarmac, wood chips, slides, swings, sandboxes. Whatever you picture when you think of playground, it probably looks like that. And don’t get me wrong, if I was here with Charlie, having some of my baby time or whatever, I could probably enjoy this. But now... this was the last thing I wanted. Tommy took the dummy out of his mouth, letting it drop and dangle by the clip it was attached to. “Hey newbie. Sorry about her. She’s a bitc... she’s not very nice.” “And apparently your Mummy?” “Long story. But yes. Just be careful around her, okay? She’s a nasty piece of work who ruined my life. The rest of the staff aren’t actually too bad. They at least look after us all reasonably well. But they’ll never see you as an adult.” “So, what’s the deal with this place?” I asked him. “You’re newly adopted, right? I can tell.” “Yeah. An ex of my... friend adopted me. I think partially out of revenge.” “Ouch. Yeah, sister of my partner adopted me.” “How? You’re a betweener? And surely your partner would have stopped it?” “Doesn’t matter, I’m not an Amazon. So all she needed to do was prove that I was immature. Which she had all the evidence, faked of course. All to get back at her sister. “Ouch.” “Worse part Lin doesn’t even know I was adopted by her sister.” “Have you not tried contacting her?” “Let me think... of course I have! But the last time I tried, I failed, and Hayley got some modifications done on me. So now all she has to do is say the word and I turn into one of these mindless, drooling babies until she says the word again.” “Shit, that’s horrible! I’m sorry!” “It’s okay, I’m dealing with it. I try not to act up, but she still finds ways to humiliate or punish me. Anyway, let me introduce you to a couple of friends. You’re going to need them if you’re returning here, although I’m not sure it’s worth it if you’re getting your mind melted.” “Hey, if I’m going, I’m going out with a few more friends, so please, let’s just do something even slightly fun if we can, if this is going to be my last day with my mind.” He took my hand and waddled over to the other side of the playground where three littles were sat. I finally took notice of what he was wearing, some kind of baby blue romper with mittens and booties, it was equally adorable and humiliating. “Hey guys, this is Daisy. She’s a newbie.” “Sorry, it’s Olivia, or Liv. Daisy was picked out for me by that bitch who nabbed me. Call me Liv, please.” “Hey Liv!” all three said in unison. The one on the left spoke up first. She was in a dark green dress, her hair in curls. The dress rode up a bit, revealing her to be wearing a pullup, so she must be similar to a toddler in her treatment. “I’m Jenna.” She said. The one on the right was next. I couldn’t tell if they were a boy or a girl. If they were a girl, they looked pretty tomboyish. If they were a boy, they looked pretty feminine. They wore a t-shirt and shorts, but you could see the thick nappy bulge out from their shorts. “I’m Taylor.” They said. The last one, the middle one, looked up at me and smiled. She was wearing a baby pink dress, and looked like a perfect little doll. Honestly, it looked very similar to what I would normally make for clients. “Hey babygirl, I’m Amanda. It’s nice to meet you. I heard you won’t have long with your mind, so... want to do something fun?” “Sure, but what fun is there to have in a place like this?” “Usual baby toys and games. Playground. Swings. Slides. Whatever. Your pick.” “Can we just talk instead?” “Of course we can. Whatever you want.” Amanda waved to both Tommy and I to sit down with them. “So, tell me about yourself Olivia. How’d you end up here?” I gave them the basic overview, leaving out our operation and the fact that I was dating my new ‘Mummy’s’ ex. “Damn. That sucks. Well maybe your friend will be able to save you. But don’t get your hopes up if your operation is tomorrow.” “So what about you three? I know Tommy’s story a bit, but how come you three aren’t drooling and mindless?” “Well Jenna here is my sister. Not biologically, but we have the same Mummy. She’s nice, she treats us right, but we’re still just babies to her. And Taylor over there has the best Mummy. She is so supportive of Taylor and does whatever she can for them.” “Them? Oh , are you an enby then Taylor?” “Yup.” They said. I felt like they didn’t want to talk about it, so I kept my mouth shut. Which was perfect timing as Miss Hayley had walked over to see how I was fitting in. “Hey kiddos. How are you all doing? Do any of you need changes? A drink?” Everyone’s heads dropped, trying not to bring attention to themselves. I followed suit. Hayley went around, checking everyone’s nappies. “All dry I see. Then you definitely need a drink. Who wants an extra special baba?” I hadn’t had a drink in hours, but I was hesitant about taking one from Hayley, because as she asked, Taylor looked at me and violently shook their head, trying to tell me not to accept a drink from her. “No? Oh Taylor, you silly little girl. I think you definitely need a baba.” “I’m okay fank you Miss Hayley.” “Well at least she has some manners.” And that’s when I couldn’t help myself. “They.” I announced, loudly. It just burst out of my mouth. Taken aback by the sudden outburst, Hayley grinned and stared at me. ‘I guess I’m in for it now. Fuck it. Taylor gets out of it. Plus what can she do to me anyway that will be worse than tomorrow?’ “What was that, newbie?” “You said girl. Taylor isn’t a girl.” Taylor raised their head slightly and gave me a smile. “She certainly is, no matter what she thinks or whatever nonsense her Mummy lets her get away with.” “Then you’re a fucking cunt. No matter what you think or whatever nonsense your Mummy lets you get away with.” I smiled at her, looking ridiculously smug. Clearly not pleased with my language, Hayley grabbed my hand, and pulled me across the playground. I tried to keep up, but it was difficult as she had no patience for my lack of speed. We got to the classroom door and she threw me in, closing the door as I landed on the padded mats. “You’re lucky you’re going to be regressed tomorrow. Otherwise I’d make sure you pay for your language. For now I’ll make you regret those words with a nice baba that I offered. She grinned, making me fear for what she had planned for me and what the drink contained. She grabbed a bottle from the side of the classroom and knelt down next to me. Pulling me in close, I tried to fight her off, but she had a significant strength advantage over me. She pulled out a dummy gag and strapped it around my face, and then unexpectedly, she removed the guard of the dummy, placing the bottle in it with a click. “There. Now you just lay there and try to resist my special little formula. I’m going to go have a sit down and enjoy the show.” “Before I could take in what she had said, the bottle started flowing milk into my mouth and there was no way to stop it. The only thing I could do to stop myself from choking was to swallow it, and quickly. So I did. I swallowed the sweet but chalky milk as fast I could, looking over to see Hayley in the corner at her desk, sipping her coffee and watching me. I managed to drink the whole thing, unable to take the gag or bottle away, when Hayley started smiling. “Hmm... let’s give it... 10 seconds.” “Huh?” I asked from behind the gag. She pressed a button and the gag fell away from my face. Thinking I was free, I looked up at her, confused. That’s when the cramps started. I hunched over, on to my knees, holding my stomach with my arms. The pain I felt was horrendous and I’d do anything to stop it. I felt the sudden need to relieve myself, and any other time I may be able to resist, but right now, in this much pain, I let my muscles relax and I let everything go into the back of my nappy. This was worse than when I had messed after normal milk. This flooded the back of my nappy, and there was no sign of it slowing down. The nappy expanded and expanded, until it was almost leaking. That’s when it finally stopped. “Pee yew! That stinks!” Hayley said, standing up, grabbing something from her desk and walking over. Right. These will contain the smell for a while. You can have a change later, after you’ve thought about what you did, and after you’ve come up with a way to apologise to me. She pulled out a pair of clear plastic pants, sliding them up my legs and over my nappy. That’s when I heard a click. “Right. Back to your friends you go. Have fun poopy pants!” She pushed me out of the classroom, leaving me standing there in front of everyone in an obviously messy, ballooned nappy and plastic pants that did absolutely nothing to hide it. I waddled back over to the group of friends I had been talking with, the mess in my nappy squishing about and making it very uncomfortable and difficult to walk. I knelt down, trying to avoid sitting in my mess, when Taylor hugged me. “Thanks for that. Both for the correction and saving us from drinking that stuff. Sorry you had to find out what was in it.” “Hey it’s okay. We littles have to stick together.” The other 3 smiled at me and nodded. “Plus... I have an idea...” ========================================================== I hope everyone enjoyed the latest chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! I should be posting the first chapter of my next story on Thursday 1st! Alongside the launch of my patreon, which will give early access to future chapters of that (2 chapters ahead at all times probably). Little in Love won't be part of it, although when it's finished I will probably put it up there in full in different formats. Figured I'd start my patreon on the 1st so people don't get charged double due to it being the end of the month now. ? Really excited to show you my next story, let's just say it'll be... magical. ? Next chapter of Little in Love tomorrow!

I want to try and reduce anxiety as much as possible with my story, all I ask is people stick with it and trust me ? There will be some darker chapters soon though, I'll be giving a heads up the chapter before. Thanks for the comment! They have amassed a whole bunch of allies. And I feel there will be more... ? At the moment they're not really on anyone's radar. If they went on the offensive and tried to change society, there would be a backlash. Hypnotising the odd Amazon whose little was rescued is harmless. Plus who is to say they're not? We don't know what else they're up to in the background ? Thank you! You'll just have to wait and see! It means a lot to me that people have connected with Liv and Charlie so much and worry for them deeply, but I hate to see people so anxious. That's why I'm posting daily for a bit, to reduce anxiety. I may also be posting a certain couple of chapters together soon, just to make it as less stressful as possible.

Another chapter tomorrow! Not too long to wait. You'll just have to wait and see! ? I am 100% the same. I also suffer from anxiety and depression. Reading some other stories, I got such bad anxiety that it was messing with my physical health. I do the same with people and characters. So I understand. It's why I'm posting this part of the story with a new chapter every day, so that people don't have to wait too long. I know the feeling. But not long to wait for another chapter!