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Hello all! I've wanted to meet other ABDLs in person for a very long time, and now that I'm old enough (and Covid isn't shutting everything down) a con seems like the perfect way to do so. Specifically CAPCon, since I happen to go to college in the Chicago area and would be able to get there pretty easily. I've done a fair amount of research and it seems like something I would really like, but I do have a few questions and I was hoping that someone from the community could help me out: 1. What is the cost like? Assuming I get a hotel room and don't bring food with me. 2. When is it supposed to happen? And how long does it last? 3. Do you have to know people in advance before you go in order to feel comfortable? Or is it easy to meet people for the first time there? 4. Are there diapers I can buy on-site? I've been wary of ordering them online since I have roommates, and I want to make sure that they don't sell out too quickly at the convention. I can't imagine how silly I'd feel to be stuck in undies while all the cool kids showed off their diapers. 5. Would anyone be interested in sharing a room? It would be casual, more of a cost-saving strategy than anything else, and I'm comfortable with all identities. Feel free to PM me if you're interested. Thanks!

I like this series a lot because each addition seems to explore a very unique aspect of the Diaper Dimension. They're a lot of fun to read. Just a heads up, you forgot to add the "diaper dimension" tags to this story and "Special". Not sure if that was intentional or not.

That was fantastic. The exploration of Amazons getting regressed and tweeners' place in society was a very fresh take on the genre. Samantha's character was extremely fleshed out, and I could easily feel her emotions throughout the story. The ending itself was perfect as well. Happy enough to be uplifting, while still flawed enough to be interesting. It was easily one of the most unique DD stories I've read, and I'm very happy that you wrote it.

Personalias, you have been one of my favorite authors for several years and this story is just another example of why. The character work, worldbuilding and fetish elements of your work comes together beautifully in every story. I especially love the stories that seem to operate in a shared universe (with themes of innocence, afterlife, faustian bargains, etc. prevalent throughout). You put an absurd amount of time and effort into your craft, and it shows. It's a pleasure to read your work. Thank you for writing.

Thank you Guilend! Thank you BabyJilly_S! I'm glad you liked it. In regards to writing a longer story, I certainly plan to in the future. Exactly, all about looking on the bright side of things. Yep. I didn't want to go too overboard, but some dark elements are fun. Thank you for the message! I was trying to emulate some of the older Diaper Dimension stories, so I'm glad that came across. I like a lot of the newer stories, but there's something really fun about traditional Amazons who don't see Littles as anything more than babies. I like your Corporate Takeover and Adopted by Giants stories a lot for that very reason. As for the state of her legs, I wanted to keep it slightly ambiguous. She won't be able to walk on her own two feet, but she also won't be completely immobile (though she may have to rely on her arms to move). Somewhere in that range. Either way, Straud's daughter will have no trouble keeping her under control.

I did consider having the dream sequence be the actual ending where she does get away and get revenge. In the end, I felt like a less happy ending was more suitable in this case and it allowed me to introduce the Practice Facility/Talent Show which were fun concepts. I like lighter endings too though, so it was a difficult decision.

Chapter 5: Display Lyn stood patiently in line with her sisters. Skyler stood at the front, towering over the Littles and absentmindedly wringing her hands together. In a few minutes, her several month project would finally bear fruit. The future of her career depended on how the show went. Skyler shot a look behind her, and the line of Littles stiffened to attention. Lyn suppressed a wince as her movement caused a cramp in her bowels. Part of Lyn wondered why they weren’t being allowed to mess themselves. Amazons loved to see Littles look as helpless as possible, and few things were more pathetic than a Little in a poopy diaper. She had kept silent though. Not just because she knew that any question would end in punishment, but also because she simply had no time to ever ask. Skyler had worked them to the bone that afternoon, with any mistake or disobedience carrying an extremely harsh punishment. They were all exhausted, and without the short nap time before the show, Lyn didn’t think any of them would be able to stand. Still, there’s no question of who got the worst of it, Lyn thought as she looked up at Hailey sympathetically. The yellow ballerina had already been handling the butt plugs the worst out of any of them, and that was before she had been forced to wear another Little boy’s dirty diaper for all of practice. Her eyes were still puffy even an hour after being changed back into her wet diaper from earlier. A voice rang out from the end of the hallway, and Skyler snapped her head around. It looked like the act in front of them was finishing up. “That concludes Smith’s Stupendous Sissies! The losers of today’s challenges will be auctioned off to the highest bidders, but not before they undergo surgery to make sure the only way they’re able to feel pleasure is from their back entrance, if you catch my meaning. The winners will be taken to the Exhibition Hall after the show, where their cages will be removed for their first release in, well, a very long time. Of course, they will then be auctioned off the same as the rest, so they’d better hope their new owners don’t decide to lock them up again just for fun!” A rumble of laughter accompanied the last statement, and Lyn winced. Thankfully, she wouldn’t be forced to compete in challenges against her siblings, but even picturing how many Amazons must be on the other side of the door filled her with dread. After a brief pause, the announcer continued. “Up next we have Skyler West’s Rainbow Ballerinas! They’ve been practicing hard for over a year, and are eager to show what they’ve learned in a dance. Your guide books contain more information about their act should any of you be curious. Please, give them a warm welcome!” Lyn had no time to process what he said as Sklyer moved to the side and ushered them forward. “Come now, hurry! Your places are marked on the stage. Remember what we’ve practiced and I’m sure you’ll do great. Make sure not to fall!” Lyn paled. She hated to admit it, but she wished that Skyler would come out with them. The idea of facing down a horde of Amazons on her own was downright terrifying, and she wasn’t the only one to think so. The first Little in line hesitated, and Sklyer’s face hardened. “Now!” The memory of the several punishments from earlier in the day was fresh in their minds, and her shout did the trick. In a flash, the line of ballerinas passed through the door, their sodden diapers bouncing behind them. Lyn was last in line and was moving so fast that she almost crashed into the Little, Grace, in front of her. She pulled herself to a stop and glared at Grace, but her ire vanished as she took in the view. They were on stage. Bright lights beamed down from the ceiling. A large screen hung above them, broadcasting their figures in crystal clear detail. The platform was Amazon sized, and Lyn already felt dwarfed before she looked out to see the crowd. She was surrounded by a sea of Amazon faces. Hundreds, thousands of them. Men and women, young and old, ugly and beautiful. Some sat at tables. Some stood with drinks in their hands. Some stared down from balcony seating. Each of them seemed to be looking straight at her with hunger in their gaze. The door slammed shut behind her. Lyn blinked. Everyone except for her and Grace were in their spots. She shook herself out of her stupor and steeled her nerves. She had to do this. Lyn touched Grace’s arm gently, and the girl seemed to awaken from her trance. She looked hesitantly back at Lyn, who gestured to their spots. Grace breathed, and then moved forward. Lyn followed closely behind. As soon as they took their place, the lights dimmed. For a moment, all was silent. Then the first note rang out. The song was The Seven Peaks, a piece inspired by a famous mountain range. It started slowly, building up towards a crescendoing “peak” before cascading back down. It then repeated seven times, once for each mountain, though each repetition was slightly different from the last. The accompanying dance mirrored the song in structure. They would perform a series of lithe and graceful movements leading up to each “peak” of the song, at which point one Little would do an airborne pirouette at center stage. As soon as Lyn started to move, she realized why Skyler had kept them in butt plugs. Every stretch sent a fresh wave of pain through her stomach as her bowels begged for release. Her sisters’ tight faces indicated they shared her pain. The watching Amazons had obviously been informed of their plight and would take great pleasure in watching them squirm. Lyn forced herself to relax and the pain eased. Her swollen diaper sagged around her waist, following her around the stage as she tried to ignore the audience gushing at her antics. Everything seemed to be going well. Lyn sometimes felt unsteady on her feet, but she didn’t stumble once. The first crescendo approached and Lyn moved to the side. Red took center stage and prepared for her pirouette. The Little gathered her balance and took a couple steps forward to build momentum. She braced herself for the inevitable cramp, and then jumped. As soon as her feet left the ground, her eyes widened. A rude sound emanated from her backside and her bowels contracted. Her diaper crinkled outwards, turning a dark shade of brown in midair. She tried to keep her balance, but the sudden release was too much and she tumbled to the floor in a heap. At once, the song was interrupted by a loud game show buzzer and the spotlights turned red. Robotic arms sprang from the floor, grabbing the Little and shoving a pacifier in her mouth. Before she could process what was going on, they carried her to the side of the stage and strapped her to a waiting chair. When she was secure, the lights and song returned to normal. The entire process had taken five seconds. Lyn forced herself to keep dancing even as her mind scrambled to understand what just happened. Soon, she connected the dots and her heartbeat spiked. This was a competition, she just hadn’t realized it. “Make sure not to fall” was what Skyler told them before they got on stage. Withstanding the pain from their plugs was only a side effect of the main challenge: remaining upright even as they were forced to void days worth of bowel movements into their diapers. It made a twisted sort of sense. Amazons loved seeing Littles’ own bodies turn against themselves. This game was perfectly suited for them. Maybe the difficulty is just the surprise of it, Lyn thought desperately. Maybe it’s easy to manage if you can prepare. Orange’s attempt disproved that notion. At the start of her jump, her face contorted as mush rushed into her diaper. Her muscles spasmed, and she tripped onto her face. After another buzzer and flash of red light, she found herself secured in a seat next to Red. Lyn and her sisters shared a despairing look, but they kept dancing. Hailey was next, but she didn’t even try to make her jump. She collapsed to her knees and willingly pushed a load into her diaper. In response, a shrill siren rang out and arms exploded from the ceiling as well as the floor. Hailey’s face filled with terror as she was hoisted into the air and stretched into a starfish position. The arms methodically stripped away her dress, leaving her exposed to the world in just a diaper. The crowd laughed as she sobbed and futilely tried to cover herself. A series of blows rained down on her bottom before she was brought over to her chair. Everyone else had attempted their jump. Not that it made a difference. One by one, Lyn watched her sisters fall. Each time, the lights and buzzer flashed, and they were dragged over to the restraining chairs on the stage side. Soon, only Grace and Lyn were left. The penultimate crescendo approached, and Grace looked over to Lyn fearfully. Lyn tried to give her a reassuring smile as she moved out of the way. Grace took a deep breath as she prepared for her jump. Her eyes tightened, and she leapt. Her bowels immediately released, but she kept herself focused. She gracefully twirled through the air even as her diaper ballooned out behind her. She hovered, and then touched the ground. For a moment, she seemed to have done it. She wavered on the tip of her toe, her entire body tightly held in place, but she did not fall. She looked up, surprised, and tentatively smiled. A loud fart rang out, and her diaper suddenly expanded further. Her leg twitched at the unexpected cramp, and she tilted to the side. Panic flooded across her face as she tried to regain control, but it was too late. She fell to the ground in a heap. The buzzer rang out, and Lyn watched with horror-filled eyes as Grace was bundled off the stage. Lyn looked out at the crowd, and they looked back with eager gazes. She was alone. The music started again, and Lyn did the only thing she could do. She danced. The panic from before was back in full force. Adrenaline buzzed throughout her body and her heart pounded. Her movements were erratic. She stumbled over a twirl and nearly fell to the ground. Why was she even doing this? Forget her jump, she was going to collapse every second. Even if she did make it, she would just fall there. Everyone else had. The Amazons were just doing this to torture them. She should give up. It was impos- Stop thinking. You’ve practiced this. You can do it. The thought came unbidden to her mind, and she reflexively obeyed. Her body seemed to dance on its own as she let her muscle memory take over. Her movements smoothed, adrenaline retreating, and she let the music wash over her. The crowd and lights seemed to fade away. For years, Lyn had tried to trick herself into accepting her situation. She’d never been able to do it. Even at her deepest points of defeat, there was always a voice in the back of her head, reminding her of everything she had lost. At that moment on stage, the voice was silent. Her inhibitions fell away. There was no past to think about, no regrets or longings or fears. She had been trained for years, been torn down and built back up multiple times, all for this purpose. The music was all that mattered to her. The crescendo arrived. Lyn leapt into the air, and the plug in her bottom deflated. Desperate for a release, her stomach contracted. Lyn pushed the warm mess into her diaper without a thought. The already saturated padding squelched as it pressed against her heavy load, spreading it between her legs. She could feel the mess squishing against her skin, but she didn’t care. She was a Little, and Littles pooped in their diapers. Lyn landed back on the stage and continued dancing, even as she pushed more mush from her bottom. Her diaper sagged dangerously, but she finished her dance exactly as she had been trained to do. When the music stopped, Lyn walked to the front of the stage and gave a dainty curtsy, lifting her dress up to provide a clear view of her dirty diaper. For a moment, there was silence. Lyn held the pose, trying to control her breathing. Had she done it? She was answered by a storm of applause. She looked up to find a sea of smiling faces. Several Amazon women were gushing to themselves and waving at her. She tentatively waved back, and they seemed to squeal. She felt a hand underneath her diaper, and then she was lifted in the air with a squish. She looked back to see Skyler, who quickly popped a pacifier in her mouth. Lyn obediently suckled as the Amazon turned to the crowd. “What a show!” The announcer’s voice rang out. “Let’s hear a round of applause for Skyler’s excellent work training these adorable girls!” A fresh wave of applause rang out and Skyler waved to the audience, preening at the attention. The announcer continued. “The losers of today’s challenge obviously can’t be trusted to stay up on their feet, so from now on they won’t have that option! Before the night is over, each of them will undergo a special procedure to make sure they stay on the floor where they belong.” Lyn looked sympathetically at her sisters as the floor beneath them opened up to ferry them away, but she couldn’t help but feel relief when the empty pink chair beside them vanished as well. “If any of them caught your interest, don’t fret! They will all be for sale tomorrow at the general auction, most likely flopping around the floor of a playpen. If you only have eyes for Sophia, the lady in pink, then make sure to catch her at the Exhibition Hall later tonight! She’ll be waiting for you there.” Lyn waited for more, to hear what she had won, but the announcer was finished. Lights lit up on the other side of the stage to indicate it was time to go. Skyler gave one final wave to the crowd, and then carried Lyn away. (-:-) About an hour later, Lyn found herself moving quickly down a hallway, still wrapped in Skyler’s arms. She was dressed in the same outfit from the end of the show, messy diaper and all, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She sucked on her pacifier and let Skyler carry her along. Skyler had spent the time after the performance wandering from one fancily dressed individual to another. Most of them were just rich parents who wanted her to train their own Littles to dance for their amusement, but a few had been interested in partnering to franchise her training methods. If Skyler’s watch hadn’t beeped to remind her that the Exhibition Hall was opening soon, Lyn guessed that she would have kept going for hours, carrying the Little as a conversation starter. She was clearly annoyed by the interruption, and moved as quickly as possible to get back to conversations concerning her career. Soon enough, they reached the Exhibition Hall. The room reminded Lyn of a college fair, except instead of having rows of stalls, there were rows of cages disguised as playpens. Each one contained a Little, or Littles, from the Talent Show, put on display for Elizabeth Straud’s wealthy guests. Lyn gawked at its size. It was just as large as the auditorium where she performed earlier, if not bigger. Lyn couldn’t help but stare at the cages as they passed. The quick flashes she saw were nauseating. One cage contained a Little whose body was sculpted to look like a dog. He stood on all fours, a too-long tongue lapping up water from a pet bowl. In another, three Littles sat trapped against one another, all sharing the same enormous diaper. It was a dark shade of brown and seemed to bulge out to their knees. A different cage contained a group of Littles with no limbs. They looked listlessly at the ceiling and didn’t move. She was almost grateful when Skyler made a satisfied noise and slowed to a stop. “Here we are.” Lyn looked down. Her cage was nice, as cages went. It was big, in case more of her sisters had made it. There was a group of bottles in the corner, next to a stack of sleeping mats and stools. Cartoon princesses danced across the floor, each wrapped in a thick diaper. A thin but firm mesh enclosed the area. An electronic information plaque stood on both sides, detailing her performance and listing her name as Sophia. Skyler scanned her badge to open the top and tossed Lyn inside. Lyn landed heavily on her dirty bottom, but the resulting squish didn’t even make her flinch. She sucked on her pacifier and looked up at Skyler, probably for the last time. “Bye-bye Sophia. Be good for the guests.” Lyn couldn’t even force herself to feel surprise as Skyler walked away without even looking back. What did she expect? A hug? She was a Little, nothing more than a prop for Skyler to use. For someone else to use now, she reminded herself. I’m about to be adopted. With nothing else to do, Lyn grabbed a stool from the corner and set it near the edge of her cage. She sat down, heedless of how it caused her mess to press against her, and waited. Before long, the doors to the hall opened and Amazons began trickling in. They traveled around the room in groups, talking with each other as they sipped on drinks from crystal glasses. Some had Littles of their own whom they carried in their arms or tugged around on leashes. Their eyes flickered around the room fearfully, knowing that their owners could do any of the things they saw to them. Occasionally, an attraction would catch someone’s attention and their group would stop. The unfortunate Little would have to endure their mocking titters and carry out any tasks they requested before the group moved on. Mostly though, the caged Littles merely served as a pleasant background for the Amazons. A pointed reminder of their dominance. Soon after the doors opened, Lyn spotted a flushed Amazon woman walking briskly from row to row. When she laid eyes on Lyn’s cage, her face lit up with delight and she hurried over. She held a leash in her hand attached to a Little boy in a sailor costume. His waist bulged outwards from a thick diaper, and he had a baby blue pacifier fastened tightly in his mouth. He waddled desperately to keep up with his owner’s pace. The woman finally reached Lyn’s cage and gazed down with a crazed smile. The boy took the moment to catch his breath, heaving through his nose. After a moment, the woman seemed to break out of her trance. “You are too precious! Curtsy for me again, like you did on stage.” Lyn obediently dropped into a curtsy, flashing her dirtied diaper to the world. The woman sucked in a gulp of air and dramatically fanned herself with one hand. “See, Luke? She’s even cuter up close.” She tugged her leash and the boy tripped forward. She caught his head and forced him firmly against the mesh. “I was on the fence, but this makes it easy. As soon as we get back home, I’m calling Dr. Stemmel and scheduling you for an appointment. You are going to be such a cute girl!” Luke’s eyes filled with tears and he tried to protest, but his pacifier turned everything he said to gurgles. The woman giggled in response and started walking away. “Oh yes, I can’t wait to have you model all the dresses I’m going to buy you! I think I’ll call you Lacey.” Lyn heard a muffled wail as the pair disappeared behind a corner. Part of her felt guilty for what Luke was going to go through because of her, but to her confusion she felt something else. The idea that she had behaved cutely enough to draw such an extreme reaction from that Amazon caused her stomach to flutter in a strange way she couldn’t describe. Lyn pushed it from her mind as another group of Amazons approached. She could think about it later. Now, she had a job to do. She lost track of how many Amazons stopped at her cage. Of how many twirls and hops and curtseys she performed. Of how many pictures she had posed for, sprawled on her back or exposing her diaper or drinking a bottle. Of how many faces looked at her with mockery or affection or greed. She was lying on the floor between groups when she heard footsteps come to a halt outside her cage. She peered up at who it was and did a double-take. It was Elizabeth Straud, overseer of the whole operation. She towered above the cage and even most of her guests. She wore an imposing pitch-black dress and her eyes glinted with casual authority. This was a woman used to being obeyed. Lyn scrambled to her feet, her movements awkward due to the diaper between her legs that had only gotten heavier as the night went on. She prepared to curtsy when she laid eyes on the man behind Elizabeth, and she froze in shock. It was Spalvodi. Lyn couldn’t move. Spalvodi was here. She hadn’t seen his face in years, and he was here. He had ruined her life, and he was here. She thought about him with hatred whenever her mind wandered, and he was here. He was here. Why was he here? Spalvodi had a wide grin on his face as Lyn twitched in confusion. “Come now little miss, where’s the curtsy? Your owner is right in front of you. Show some respect.” Lyn reflexively grabbed her dress and bobbed into a curtsy. Spalvodi chuckled. “Now if that isn’t the most adorable thing I’ve seen today. She may still need some more training though, Elizabeth. What was her name again?” Elizabeth paused for a moment before answering. “Sophia. No last name, obviously.” “Sophia.” He said the name slowly, as though tasting every syllable. “Cute. Where did you find her?” Elizabeth smiled. She loved discussing her work. “That new company, NaturalStart, if you can believe it. I was skeptical when I first heard of them, but their work is excellent. Sophia is just one of many valuable finds from their program.” “NaturalStart.” Spalvodi’s grin widened. “They’ve made some waves in recent years. I was skeptical too, you know. I’ve met some Littles in my trade–street runners or smugglers only–but they can be a real goddamned pain in the ass when they want to be. I would’ve thought hypnosis was the only way to break them in for good.” He paused and made sure to meet Lyn’s eyes. “I guess I’ve been giving ‘em too much respect.” Elizabeth looked at him quizzically. “Of course. Even the most competent Little is still a Little. Their natural place is beneath us, they aren’t capable of more. They’re simple creatures.” Spalvodi let loose a full bodied laugh at that. “You’re right at that! So, what are you gonna do with her? I can’t imagine you’d visit her without something in mind, even to humor a friend.” “Astute.” Elizabeth’s lips curled into a thin smile. “My daughter’s twelfth birthday is coming up. She’s been begging me to get her a Little. She’s too rough with her regular toys, breaks them all the time. I’m thinking that Sophia here should be a bit more… durable.” Spalvodi took a long draft of his drink. “So she doesn’t get a reward for winning the competition?” Elizabeth’s eyes sharpened. “She’s a Little. Her purpose is to make Amazons happy, she doesn’t need anything more.” Spalvodi raised his hands in a placating manner. “Of course, of course. But why not allow her a small treat?” Lyn furrowed forehead in confusion. What was going on? Elizabeth raised her eyebrow and Spalvodi continued. “Littles are simple, you said it yourself. She’s spent the last however-many months training together with her sisters, only to have them ripped away with no warning. Why, the poor thing must be traumatized.” Elizabeth scoffed. “She’ll just have to deal with it. My daughter does not need six other dolls.” “You misunderstand.” Spalvodi’s smile sent a shiver down Lyn’s spine. “Sophia’s other sisters are scheduled for a very special operation later tonight, are they not? It would be a shame for her to be excluded from their last family bonding activity.” Lyn’s eyes widened as she finally realized what Spalvodi was getting at. Elizabeth raised a hand to her mouth and tittered. “There’s an idea. It would make it easier for my daughter as well. Kind of like training wheels for her first bike.” Lyn frantically shook her head, but Elizabeth ignored her, turning to Spalvodi. “I was pleased to see your name on the guest list. You’ve popped up quite a bit over the past few years. My sources tell me you’re the most effective crime boss Catalon has ever seen, but I like to form my own opinions. Now, after seeing you in person…” Elizabeth stepped towards Spalvodi and looked him up and down. “I’m impressed.” Elizabeth met Lyn’s pleading gaze and arrived at a decision. “It’s settled then. I’ll let the surgeon know there’s one more operation planned tonight.” She slipped her arm into Spalvodi’s and began walking away, ignoring Lyn’s groan. “Come, we have much to discuss.” Right before they rounded the corner, Spalvodi looked back over his shoulder. He locked eyes with Lyn’s tear-streaked face. She raised her hand pitifully after them, as though begging for mercy. He just grinned and mouthed something to her. “Thanks.” Then they were gone. Lyn numbly let her arm fall back to her side. She stared into space, an empty look on her face. Her pacifier rhythmically bobbed in her mouth. So, this is how it ends. A flurry of emotions ran through her head. Anger, sadness, guilt, manic amusement, helplessness, shame. And apathy. Ok then. Tomorrow, she would lose use of both her legs. Then, she would be gifted to a sadistic Amazon child and used as her plaything. After? Who knows. Maybe there wouldn’t be an after. Maybe that would be it. Lyn’s diaper squished as she sat down on the floor. What she wanted didn’t matter. Her Amazon would make a decision for her, and then it would happen. It didn’t matter if that Amazon was a daycare worker, a dance instructor, or a twelve-year-old girl. That was how it worked. After all, she was just a Little. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Well, that's that! My first story over and done with. It definitely isn't perfect, but overall I'm quite satisfied (though this is definitely the chapter I'm most unsure about). Also, I've really appreciated the likes, comments and feedback that people have left on the story. The reception has been more positive than I ever imagined, and it's given me a lot of motivation to continue writing. Thank you all so much! In that vein, I posted the first chapter of a new story! I won't be able to update it for a little while, but feel free to give it a read if you're interested: P.S. Big shoutout to Guilend for his continuous support throughout the story. He left the first comment, and has been interactive with each chapter. It really meant a lot and made it fun to keep going. P.S.S. If anyone has specific advice for areas I can improve, please feel free to leave a comment or private message me. I'm new, and every bit of feedback is immensely valuable.

A New Reality Asher kept tight control over his emotions as he entered his apartment lobby. He gave a wooden nod to the security guard and stalked towards the elevators. He pressed the call button and nervously tapped his shoe against the floor while he waited. Thankfully, no one else joined him and he was able to make it to his floor alone. As soon as the elevator opened, he broke into an awkward half jog towards his apartment. Wasting no time, he unlocked his door and dashed inside. There, he finally let himself go. A muffled sob tore from his mouth and tears filled his eyes as he staggered over to his bed. An hour earlier, Asher had finally heard back from an advertisement company he applied to. He didn’t have much hope of being accepted considering he was barely out of college, but to his surprise he got the position. Eager to celebrate, he decided to pay a visit to Liz, his girlfriend of two years. He’d entered her apartment quietly to surprise her, and heard rhythmic thumping and moaning sounds. He smiled and rolled his eyes. Liz always complained about how thin her walls were, but with his new job he could afford a nice place to live. Maybe then he’d finally be able to convince her to move in with him. He walked over to her bedroom door and grasped the handle. That’s when it all went to shit. He pulled open the door, looking forward to sweeping her off her feet for a late-night fancy dinner, only to freeze as he was engulfed with the thick stench of sex. Liz’s bed was a disaster, a tangle of limbs, pillows and sheets combined into a sweaty mess. The familiar moans and distinct mass of sandy blonde hair peeking out of the covers told Asher who was making the noises, but he had to be sure. “Liz?” The movement halted. After a moment, the blonde hair turned around to confirm his worst fears. It was Liz. “Asher? What are you doing here?” She asked. Asher had a million things he wanted to say––denials, accusations, questions––but he was stunned into silence at Liz’s tone. She was completely calm. She spoke as though she were asking about the weather. Asher spluttered for a moment, and Liz raised her eyebrow impatiently. “Well?” Asher’s mind sharpened, and he uttered two words. “Fuck. You.” Liz’s face filled with anger and she opened her mouth to respond, but Asher didn’t wait to hear it. He slammed the door and left her apartment without looking back. That’s how he found himself collapsed into his bed, body shaking with sobs as he cursed himself for a fool. He’d never been a very aggressive person, and the anger he felt when he saw Liz quickly faded away to be replaced with a deep despair. He didn’t know how long he laid there in an incoherent haze before a phone chime snapped him back to the present. He pulled out his phone and looked at the notification. It was from Liz. For a moment, he considered ignoring the text entirely, but there was still a part of him that hoped this was all a misunderstanding. That there was some sort of explanation. He opened up his phone and read her message. Come back here. Now. Asher’s vision turned red. She had the audacity to make demands of him? After what he had just seen? He angrily pulled up the keyboard and typed out a response. Don’t contact me ever again. We’re through. He forcefully hit send, then blocked her number and tossed his phone away. After a moment, his sadness returned and he collapsed back onto his pillow. His soft sobs lulled him to sleep. (-:-) Asher groggily awoke to sunlight. He groaned and rolled over. He was usually good about closing the shades. Why would he have forgotten last-? The memory of what happened hit him like a truck, and a fresh wave of tears sprung to his eyes. Liz had cheated on him. He had loved her with all his heart. He had wanted to move in with her, to spend the rest of his life by her side. But then she did this. It was the betrayal that hurt. If she wasn’t happy in their relationship, she should have told him. They could have worked it out. Every couple had problems, after all. But cheating was a problem that he couldn’t forgive. Asher gave a shaky sigh and raised his arm to wipe his eyes. As soon as he touched his face, he froze. Something didn’t feel right. His hand and his face both felt too smooth. He brushed away the rest of his tears and hurriedly sat up. Before he even opened his eyes, he realized his entire sense of balance was off. His upper body felt too heavy, and it was difficult for him to pull himself upright. As soon as he opened his eyes, he could see why, but he couldn’t believe it. He had been turned into a baby. Asher had never been a gym nut, but he tried to work out a couple times each week. He was proud of his muscle tone, and thought his fit look complimented his slightly angular jawline. Now every trace of his hard work was gone. His muscles had been replaced with crystal clear skin and layers of baby fat. He held his arms out in front of him. They were shorter than they should be, barely reaching past his waist when he stretched. His hands were pathetically weak, and it took an immense amount of effort for him to make a fist. Feeling sick, he averted his gaze but merely caught sight of the rest of his body. His stumpy legs splayed out in front of him in a bowlegged position. He couldn’t even tell where his ankles were, and his feet looked like they were swollen dumplings with little beans sticking out on top. His torso was no better. His pectoral muscles had vanished, replaced by small lumps of pudge. The small amount of chest hair he had was nowhere to be found, leaving him feeling completely exposed. And below his chest… He poked his protruding belly with pudgy little hands, horrified as his slight touch caused his stomach to jiggle. His skin was softer than he could ever remember it being, as if he had just gotten waxed and spent a day at the spa. Asher pinched himself, hoping that it was all just a dream. His body was more sensitive than he anticipated though, and he let out a soft yelp of pain. Immediately after hearing his voice, his eyes widened. “What the-” He clapped his hands over his mouth. Even his voice had been changed! It was high pitched, yet soft. He thought he even heard it tremble as he spoke, but that was probably because of stress and not inherent. He hoped. He shook himself out of his stupor. He had to get help! He reached out to grab his phone, but it wasn’t beside him. He looked to his nightside table, and once again froze in shock. He wasn’t in his room. He was in a nursery. Now that he was looking, he didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed as soon as he woke up. His view was obstructed by a ring of towering bars easily double his height, and he realized he was in a crib. There were no pillows, but there were a couple teddy bears nearly his size behind him. A mobile of cuddly farm creatures swayed silently above his head, occasionally catching the sunlight from the window and sparkling. The floor was covered in toys, from rattles and teething rings to blocks and toy trucks. He was filled with endless questions, but he forced himself to focus. He had to find a way out. The wall by his crib was bare, and the one across from it only had a bookshelf and what seemed to be a closet. The one to his left had a window, but it looked like he wasn’t on the ground floor of wherever he was. On the one to his right, there was a door. Bingo, Asher thought. He just needed a way to reach the handle. His eyes wandered, and he saw his answer. There was some sort of table near the door. If he could climb that, he could reach the handle and be home free! The table was designed strangely though. There were drawers underneath it, and the top seemed to have some sort of cusion. A narrow trash can sat nearby, and a shelf laid above it. It seemed to hold a few bottles of something, a package of what looked like wet wipes, and a huge stack of thick… white… garments… Suddenly terrified, Asher lifted up his belly to look at what laid beneath. His face sagged into a smile as he realized he wasn’t wearing a diaper, but the expression twisted on his face as he fully comprehended what he was looking at. His penis was tiny. Even with his reduced size, it was smaller than his pinky finger. It took him a moment to identify the slightly loose patch of skin beneath it as his ballsack, and even once he noticed it he couldn’t see a hint of his balls anywhere. A pained sob escaped his throat as he despondently touched his member. Why was this happening? “Oh, you’re a naughty thing! Babies aren’t supposed to touch themselves down there.” Asher snapped his head towards the doorway. In it stood a tall, dark-haired woman who stared at Asher like he was a tasty slab of beef. Her amber eyes glinted as she grinned, and Asher felt himself involuntarily snap his hands away from his privates. Asher was stunned for a moment, and raised his arm to his face as if expecting to find a trick wire. What just happened? He hadn’t consciously meant to obey her, but his body had started and finished moving before he could tell it to stop. The woman chuckled to herself while she waited for the new baby to get over his shock. She loved this part. Asher was hesitant, but the woman may be able to help him. Mentally cringing, he braced himself for his new high pitched voice and spoke. “Please, can you help me? When I woke-” The woman’s face darkened as soon as Asher spoke. She raised her hand, and the light seemed to twist above her palm into a pacifier. Asher paused speaking, mouth hanging open at the woman’s apparent use of magic. She seized the opportunity and sent the pacifier flying across the room into his mouth with a gesture. He gagged at the sudden intruder and tried to spit it out, but it was stuck. He pawed at his mouth with his clumsy hands to no avail as the woman moved closer. “Babies do not speak unless spoken to, and they must always address grown-ups by name. If I allow you to speak, you will call me Ms. Nelson.” Her tone was stern, but there was a spark of amusement in her eyes. She was clearly enjoying herself. Asher scrambled to his feet and tried to move as far away from Ms. Nelson as possible, but as soon as he took a step he tripped to the floor. He tried again, only to end with the same result. He looked at his limbs in horror. He had the motor skills of an infant! Desperately, he rolled on his stomach and crawled to the back of the crib. Ms. Nelson tittered mockingly at him and opened the bars. “You’re just looking to get punished, aren’t you? Well, soon enough.” She reached out and snagged Asher’s leg. He screamed into his pacifier and kicked with all his might, but she merely smirked and pulled him across the mattress. As soon as he was at the edge of the crib, she put her hands to the side of Asher’s shoulders and leaned down so they were face to face. Asher froze. He hadn’t realized just how small he had become until that moment. When Ms. Nelson leaned onto the mattress with a small amount of her weight, his entire body bounced up and down. Her head was the size of his torso, and she had been able to drag him around with no effort. She could squash me like a bug. The thought came unbidden to his mind, and his eyes misted with tears. He found himself unconsciously sucking on the pacifier in his mouth. Ms. Nelson hovered over him for a moment, enjoying his naked fear. She reached out to brush his cheek, and giggled as he shut his eyes tightly. Just like a little boy trying to hide from the boogeyman, she thought. He was even sucking on his pacifier like a baby without her prompting it. He would be well suited to his new role. “Before we do anything though, I need to dress you!” Ms. Nelson scooped Asher up in her arms. Asher tentatively opened his eyes and was horrified to see that they were heading towards the changing table, not the closet. He shook his head and gurgled protests, but if Ms. Nelson heard him she gave no sign of it. Softly humming, she plopped him down in the changing area and fastened the strap across his waist. Asher had no idea who Ms. Nelson was or why this was happening to him, and at that moment he didn’t care. All that mattered was avoiding the diaper that she was obviously planning to put him in. He wrapped his hands around the buckle on his waist and pushed with all his might, but he might as well have done nothing. The buckle refused to budge. Frantically switching strategies, he tried to wriggle under the strap. With his babyish strength and coordination, all he managed to do was flail his limbs. He didn’t move an inch. Ms. Nelson looked down at the squirming infant and pursed her lips. As much as she enjoyed watching his futile escape attempts, she didn’t want him to get comfortable with defiance. She gently reached out to rest her pointer finger on his forehead. “Slack.” A dazed look spread across Asher’s face as the word reverberated through his head, and he slumped limply against the changing table. A moment later his eyes cleared, but they quickly filled with panic. He couldn’t move! He pleadingly gazed at Ms. Nelson, much to her delight, but she pretended not to notice. “In truth, it was irresponsible of me to leave you with no protection. Babies have accidents all the time, and make no mistake, you are a baby.” While she talked, she slowly set containers of baby powder, lotion, and wipes near the tearful boy’s head. “But I couldn’t help myself. There’s something so beautiful about a baby’s first time. I wanted you to be awake for it.” She pulled out a final item, and Asher moaned. It was a diaper. He could see Elmo and Cookie Monster standing on both sides of the Pampers logo. And soon he would be wearing it. Ms. Nelson brought the garment close to his face and slowly unfurled it. Unable to move his neck, Asher had to watch as she rotated the diaper around to view from each angle. He stared in fascinated horror. In his last year of college, Asher’s marketing professor brought her one year old baby to class a few times. He remembered that when her child needed a change, he had been impressed by how thin the diapers were. They seemed so much smaller than what he had to wear as a kid, yet supposedly they had less leaks than ever before. Now, with one in front of him, Asher could firmly say it was a matter of perspective. The diaper looked enormous. It was as thick as his palm, and it was big enough to cover his chest and face with room to spare. Even if he had his adult coordination back, he didn’t know if he’d be able to move faster than a slow waddle with the diaper on. Oblivious to his thoughts, Ms. Nelson continued to fondle the padded garment. She sighed, an expression of relaxation on her face. “Ah, I love that crinkle. You babies are so lucky that you get to hear it all the time!” She was slightly disappointed to see that Asher was too enthralled with the diaper to comprehend what she was saying, but this part was just an appetizer. The main event was about to start. “Alright, let’s get going.” Ms. Nelson reached down and grabbed both of Asher’s ankles in one hand. Before he could process what was happening, she lifted his legs straight into the air and slipped the diaper beneath his bottom. She took a second to make sure it was positioned correctly, and then gently lowered his legs back onto the table. Asher gasped as he made contact with his new underwear. He felt like he was sitting on a pillow. No, a cloud. The padding was almost as soft as his skin, and it seemed to mold itself against his bottom perfectly. If he didn’t know what it was, he would have found it quite comfortable. As it was, he would have preferred to sit naked on concrete for an hour than spend another second in his current situation. While Asher processed the sensation of lying on a diaper, Ms. Nelson grabbed one of the bottles and squirted something on her hand. He was taken by surprise when she grabbed his ankles and lifted his legs into the air once again. He inhaled sharply as he felt a hand part his buttcheeks and spread a smooth substance across his bottom. Ms. Nelson didn’t bother explaining, but Asher soon realized it was baby lotion. Ms. Nelson smiled at his embarrassment as she firmly rubbed his bottom. “That’s right, we have to get the lotion everywhere. We can’t have you getting a rash once you make boom-booms and tinkles.” Asher’s cheeks burned red as he imagined being forced to actually use his diaper, and then he comprehended her first sentence. The lotion was going everywhere? As if she had heard his thoughts, she lowered his legs and squirted more baby lotion into her hand. He hurriedly closed his eyes and braced himself for what came next as she reached towards his frontside. As soon as her hand met his skin, his eyes shot open. He felt… Nothing. It was exactly the same as everywhere else. Ms. Nelson laughed at his stunned face. “Oh sweetie, you’re just a baby. Adult parts are called adult for a reason. Your teenie weenie can only do one thing, and that’s go pee-pee in your pants.” Asher’s face burned with humiliation at her words, but even if he had the ability to speak, what could he say? She was right. A beautiful woman had just caressed his penis with her slippery hand, and it had done nothing for him. He whimpered pitifully as Ms. Nelson lifted his bottom one more time to apply a dust of baby powder. She covered his front as well, and sprinkled a little bit over his torso so he would smell cute later. He sniffled loudly as the powder tickled his nose, and Ms. Nelson gave him a patronizing smile. “Don’t worry, we’re almost done.” Muffled noises came from Asher’s pacifier in a last ditch effort to plead for mercy. His breathing became ragged as Ms. Nelson deliberately grasped the front side of his diaper. She gave him a brief glance, his despair being met with her amusement, before she suddenly yanked the diaper through his legs. Asher stilled. The bulk between his legs was oppressive, impossible to ignore. His body moved around slightly while Ms. Nelson readjusted the diaper, and he could feel a slippery softness as his oiled and powdered skin rubbed against the padding. His eyes misted. This was really happening. Ms. Nelson taped each of the sides together and pressed her hand firmly against the waistband, making sure it was secure. She gave a final checkover, fluffing out the leg guards and checking that the back looked good, before she stepped back and nodded. “There we go! A fresh cushy diaper for a cute little baby.” As Asher laid there, unable to move and forced to wear a diaper for the first time in years, his emotions became too much. He scrunched his eyes up, and began to cry. Snot blew from his nose with each sob, and tears streamed down his cheeks. Ms. Nelson cooed at him and wiped away the wetness from his cheeks. “Sweetie, don’t be upset! You’re a baby. Everyone your age wears diapers, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Her words only made him cry harder, but she didn’t seem too worried. “I know what will cheer you up.” She tapped his forehead, and suddenly Asher felt strength flood back into his limbs. He could tell he still had the coordination of a baby, but it was infinitely better than before. Her hand trailed down his face to brush against his pacifier, and it seemed to become looser. He couldn’t spit it out, but at least he could breathe through his mouth. With a supreme effort of will, Asher gave a final sniffle and stopped his sobbing. He looked up at Ms. Nelson wearily. She looked expectantly at him, as though waiting for something. His face twisted. The idea of being forced to thank the woman who had done nothing but torture him was repulsive, especially since he was sure the pacifier would garble his words to sound more babyish than they already did. However, the memory of how helpless he had been as the giant woman easily manhandled his body was fresh in his mind. If he didn’t strive his best to please her, he could easily end up in an even worse situation. Almost gagging on his words, Asher opened his mouth. “T’ank yo-” As soon as he started to speak, Ms. Nelson swooped her head down and pressed her lips against his stomach. *PTHTHBBPT* Asher’s thank you turned into a shriek of laughter as he discovered that his new body was especially ticklish. Ms. Nelson’s raspberry caused his tummy to ripple, and she smiled as she felt the little boy squirm under her. His small hands pummeled against her head, but he had no strength. They felt like love taps and only served to amuse Ms. Nelson as she blew into Asher’s stomach. Finally, her breath ran out. Asher’s limbs collapsed limply against the table, and he panted heavily in place. It was over. But only for a moment. Suddenly, Ms. Nelson smiled into his stomach and took a deep breath. His body tensed, but before he could do anything she blew again. *PTH-THBBPT* She kept going for five minutes before finally relenting and standing up. Asher laid there in a daze. He knew he should be upset, furious at everything he had been put through, but at that moment it was difficult for him to remember why. His mind was clouded with a haze of endorphins, and as the adrenaline faded from his body all he could do was smile. He felt so… relaxed. Ms. Nelson looked at Asher’s face with amused satisfaction. As she watched, he twitched with a residual tickle and a giggle wheezed out of his mouth. His half-lidded eyes and unsteady smile made it clear that she could easily put him down for a nap if she wanted to. But she had other plans. “There’s my happy boy!” She picked Asher up and held him by her side. “You’ve finished laughing, so let’s get this back in place.” Her hand tapped his pacifier again, and he gagged as his lips tightened around it. He wouldn’t be talking anytime soon. Bopping his nose to get his attention, she pointed in front of them. To his surprise, he noticed a mirror. “Can you wave hello to the pretty baby?” Asher’s mind came back slightly as he saw his new face for the first time. His eyes widened. He looked adorable. Like the rest of his body, his face was chubby with baby fat. The pacifier barely managed to hide his lips, but there was nothing to cover his puffy cheeks, button nose, or wide blue eyes. His head was covered by wisps of bright blonde hair, slightly disheveled from all the thrashing from earlier. He looked barely a year old, if not younger. Numbly, he raised his hand and waved at the reflection, much to Ms. Nelson’s delight. “Oh, you are too cute! I need to get you some breakfast, but there’s a part of me that wants to just keep you here and play dress-up for the day.” Asher winced at the idea of him being manhandled like a doll into different outfits, but he knew that nothing he said would matter. Thankfully, Ms. Nelson seemed to discard the idea and moved towards the exit. “Let’s get some breakfast. Your Mommy can choose your outfit later.” Asher froze. Mommy? ----------------------------------------------------------------- New story! Just an idea I had floating around in my head. Full disclosure, I probably won't update this for a while. I just started a new job, and I go back to school soon. However, I wanted to put the first chapter out to see what people thought. As soon as I find time I will make sure to write more. It might just be in the Fall.

Chapter 4: Practice Lyn’s diaper was clean. It was a rare occurrence at her new home. Most mornings she woke up in a messy diaper and most evenings she went to sleep in a messy diaper. Often in the same one. Her mommy didn’t seem to be bothered whenever Lyn made boom-booms, and the thickness of her diapers meant that leaks were rarely an issue. Explains why mommy isn’t here, Lyn thought. No entertainment to be had. That woman seemed to have a sixth sense for when Lyn was next going to humiliate herself. Even after several years, her mommy’s face lit up with glee each time Lyn used her diaper. Still though, adoption could have been a lot worse. At least here, corporal punishment was a rarity, and the fact that she had been adopted from NaturalStart meant that hypnosis was off the table. There were even rare moments, like this, where she was left on her own. Few Littles could claim to be as lucky. That didn’t mean Lyn was happy though. Her thoughts were interrupted as she noticed something on TV. Mommy had left it on the news channel instead of the cartoons she was usually forced to watch, so Lyn would have been thrilled even if it was just the weather. But there was something far more interesting on the screen. Lyn looked on in shock, unable to believe her eyes. In a daze she picked up the remote and unmuted the program. “-completed the arrest of wanted gang-leader Anthony Spalvodi as of this morning. He attempted to blackmail a sitting senator, as of yet unidentified, who provided law enforcement agencies the opportunity to zero in on his operations.” Lyn absently processed the news anchor’s words as she zeroed in on the shown footage. The quality of the video wasn’t the best, but she could clearly see Spalvodi being manhandled by a group of officers towards a police car. He was furiously shouting indecipherable words at the men who held him, but his anger couldn’t cover up his confused fear. Lyn almost thought she caught a glimpse of a tear as he was shoved into the back seat and the door closed behind him. The footage cut back to two anchors. “Given the wide range of crimes Mr. Spalvodi is guilty of, it is expected that he will receive the Little Injection, which was recently legalized in lieu of the death penalty.” The speaker shook his head in pity. “I don’t know about all of you at home, but I would not want to be in his shoes right now. We’ll keep you updated with any new developments. Now up next-” Lyn muted the TV. Unbidden, her body started to shake. Joy bubbled in her stomach as she fully comprehended what she had just seen. A short giggle escaped from her lips, followed by uncontrollable peals of laughter. She fell to the floor, gasping with delight. Spalvodi had eaten it! For all his talk about how Littles were inferior to Amazons, he was going to end up in the exact same spot as her. She may not have been the one to bring him down, but it didn’t matter. Karma’s a bitch! She lay there for several minutes while she calmed down. Her situation hadn’t changed. She was still trapped as a Little. Still, Lyn couldn’t help but feel lucky. It seemed like the universe was finally paying her back for all the unfairness in her life. Like it was apologizing, just a little bit. The phone rang, disrupting her celebration. She waited for mommy to come in and answer, but it just kept ringing. She could go try to find her and hope for a reward, but she was too happy at the moment to distract herself so she let it ring through. Before she could return to her celebrations, it started to ring again. She resolved to ignore it, but then a voice came out from the receiver. “Come on, Vipress. I know you’re there.” Lyn froze, but only for a moment. She picked up the phone. “Who is this?” “There we are. I’m assuming you’ve seen the news? You’d better have, considering I made sure that it would play in your house.” Lyn tightened her hand on the receiver. It had been years, but that voice. She recognized it. “Graves?” The voice chuckled in a satisfied manner. “Glad to see that you’ve still got a brain left in that head of yours.” Graves was another former rival. She, Spalvodi, Graves, and a few others collectively managed the majority of organized crime in Catalon. At least they had when Lyn was in her prime. Out of her competitors, Graves was the one she had the best relationship with. They had collaborated a few times in the past, and at one point she had even considered the possibility of combining their empires. He was an Amazon though, and caution kept her from ever taking such a risk. “What do you want?” She kept her voice steady and firm. Showing any emotion would be taken as a weakness. “Good old Vipress, always straight to the point. I appreciated that when we worked together.” After waiting a moment for a response that wouldn’t come, he sighed and continued. “Here’s the deal. Crime in Catalon works through a careful balance. Everyone has their roles. You were smuggling, I was embezzlement, Spalvodi was gambling, etc. etc. There was a bit of overlap, of course, but for the most part everyone filled a niche.” Lyn broke in. “It hasn’t been that long, Graves. I remember how it all worked.” “Fine.” Graves sounded tired over the phone. “After you left, Spalvodi got cocky. Kept trying to nudge the other competition out of the game. In order to keep the balance we have intact, we had to remove him. Except now there’s a gap. Spalvodi’s second can take over gambling, but the rest of us decided it was too dangerous to let him manage smuggling. We can’t just let the operations sit there though, every day we lose millions of potential profits.” Lyn held the phone in a vice grip. “Get to the point, Graves.” “Come back, Lyn.” Her heart skipped a beat. “We’ve discussed it. It doesn’t matter that you’re a Little, you were a stabilizing presence when you were active. Not everyone agreed, but enough did. We want you back.” She closed her eyes and leaned forward. A tear gently dripped down her nose, but she didn’t care. Graves might say “we”, but she had a neutral relationship at best with the others. If she was being asked back, it was because of Graves. Choking back her surging emotions, she responded. “I accept.” “Wonderful. A car will be sent to your address at 4:00. Think you can stand another few hours as a Little?” “I think I’ll be able to manage.” She’d been forced to put up with it for years. A bit longer wouldn’t kill her. “Then I’ll see you soon, Vipress.” Before Graves hung up, Lyn hesitantly spoke up. “Graves?” “Yes?” Her voice caught. “Thank you.” He paused for a moment. “It will be good to have you back, Lyn.” The phone cut to static, and Lyn let out a shuddering breath. Then she smiled. This hell was almost over! Soon she would be back to where she belonged. She wasn’t naive enough to think it would be as simple as Graves made it sound. No doubt the others would expect adequate repayment for their help, and she would have to work a long time before she was finished. That was fine though. She had built herself from the ground up in the past. This would be nothing. Her smile turned predatory. The second she reclaimed her old connections, she was going to get even. Her current mommy, Jackie, everyone at that god damned NaturalStart company; she was going to enjoy putting them through everything she had been forced to suffer. Lyn was pulled from her daydreams by a sudden cramp from her stomach. She winced and pursed her lips. Even her good luck had limits, it seemed. Still, this would be the last diaper she would ever have to wear. If her mommy changed her quickly this time, maybe she would show her some mercy. Well, no use stalling. Lyn sighed resignedly and pushed, preparing herself for the rush of warm mush soon to come. Except, nothing happened. Her diaper remained clean. Huh. That’s weird. Lyn furrowed her eyebrows. It was rare enough that she got any warning before she had to go to the bathroom, and when she did she would usually end up messing herself seconds later without her helping it along. She should be in a dirty diaper at that moment. Lyn shrugged. It had to be leftover adrenaline or something. She pushed again, harder this time, and winced as her stomach cramped in response. Still though, nothing came out. This is wrong. Lyn’s eyes widened and she looked around the room. It was empty. “Hello?” She waited, but only silence answered her. “Must be nerves. Making me hear nonsense. Get it together Lyn.” She paused, as if expecting a response, but there was nothing. “‘This is wrong.’ Ha! This is the first right thing that’s happened to me in a long while, and I’m not going to let it be ruined by some mystery voice that isn’t even real.” Even so, she scanned the room again to make sure she was alone. It was still deserted. The TV continued to play, but the sound was muted. The only other thing that could make a noise was the phone she held in her hand. The phone. The phone she could hold in one hand. The phone that she could reach in the first place. This is wrong. You are not in an Amazon’s house. Time stretched as Lyn gazed at the device in her palm, scrambling for an answer. After a moment, she forced out a nervous laugh. “I never noticed how cheap mommy is. Little’s phones cost less, but it must be tricky for her to use!” She carefully put the too-small phone back on the receiver and turned around. She marched back to her place in front of the TV and tried to act calm, but her heart was pounding. The voice’s words danced around her head no matter how much she tried to ignore them. If she was adopted, where was her playpen? Where was her pacifier? Why was she being left unsupervised for so long? And why could she not use her diaper? Unwillingly, her gaze crept to the side. She caught a glimpse of furniture that seemed to be just her size and hurriedly closed her eyes, hoping they would vanish. “Calm down. It’s just been an eventful day. You’re paranoid, and you’re seeing things.” Her voice wavered, but she continued. “Come on, Lyn. It’s almost over now. Don’t trip over the finish line.” She started to take slow breaths with her eyes still closed, and for a moment she seemed to almost relax. Then her stomach cramped again, and her breathing turned into a yelp of pain. She still couldn’t go. This is wrong. Littles can’t hold it. “Shut up!” Her eyes snapped open as she shouted at the ceiling. “Maybe I’m constipated, or maybe I have the flu…” The words rang hollow in her ears. Little food caused the opposite of constipation, and she knew the difference between a stomach bug and needing to poop. “I can go! Please, just wait.” She crouched down on her knees and desperately pushed. If she could use her diaper, then this could be normal. Then it could be real. She just had to- With a gasp, she felt something give way. Her face lit up as her diaper started to sag around her hips. She had done it! She had used her diaper! But then she heard hissing and realized she had used it in the wrong way. Her lips trembled and she collapsed in a heap, still wetting herself. Her eyes misted as she looked around the room that was already starting to disappear around her. This is wrong. Wake up. (-:-) Lyn blearily cracked her eyes open to the sound of tinkling liquid. Guess at least that part was real, she thought. Then her eyes opened fully, and she remembered the rest of her dream. She rolled to her side and curled into a ball. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks, and she bit down hard on her pacifier to keep herself from sobbing. It seemed so real! She had spent the last however many years trying to come to terms with her situation. It was the only way she could think of to keep on going without losing her mind. She had been doing so well too. The last months had passed in a haze of indifference, and she had begun to think that she had finally reached an equilibrium. Her dream shattered that illusion. No matter how hard she tried to pretend, Lyn couldn’t accept her life. Not yet. The little voice in her head wouldn’t let her. After several minutes, the final tear dropped from her eyes. She took a deep breath and slowly unclenched her jaw. Lyn rolled onto her back, her wet diaper sagging heavily around her waist. The room was dark, but she could vaguely see the outlines of six other cribs. The soft sound of snoring let her know that she was the only one awake. She had been adopted from NaturalStart, though her new home was nothing like she had ever imagined. She had only seen her owner, a woman named Elizabeth Straud, three times during her year and a half of captivity. Elizabeth had a taste for the unusual. Supposedly she had adopted hundreds of Littles over the years, but only kept a select few for herself. To house the rest, she built the Practice Facility, a massive complex as big as a skyscraper tipped on its side. Janitorial and maintenance duties were handled almost entirely by a swarm of diapered tweeners, while the true work was handled by a diverse group of Amazons. There were psychologists, teachers, pet trainers, surgeons, musicians, nanoscientists, and even convicted criminals sent here to work off their sentence. Each Amazon was given access to the entire facility, an absurd amount of cash, control of anywhere from one to ten Littles, and a single task: do something unique. Each Amazon interpreted that differently. One scientist researched portal Littles to create a device that would erase the quantum pattern of a Little from their home reality, making their abduction undetectable (though the cost meant it was used sparingly). A psychologist abducted a Little whose wife and kids lived in Libertalia. Over the course of a year, she trained him to go back and trick the rest of his family into following him to Catalon, all without hypnosis. A programmer discovered a way to use nanobots to induce growth in Littles, potentially allowing them to become Amazons with enough time. Three months later, a different programmer used that research to shrink Amazons down to Little’s sizes. Elizabath never released the first program to the public. Others were more modest. A musician taught a Little to sing to reduce their Amazon’s stress, and a painter decorated a group of Littles so they would create distinct pictures from different angles when they stood together. Elizabeth was loose with her money. As with most Amazons, she had a preference for things designed to ruthlessly humiliate Littles, but as long as it was interesting she didn’t care. It could certainly be worse, Lyn thought as she looked down at the ballet shoes around her feet. She, along with her “sisters”, had been turned into ballerinas by their trainer, Skyler. Rainbow ballerinas, to be precise. Each girl was assigned a different color from the rainbow to have their wardrobes based around. Except for Lyn. Evidently, indigo and violet were too similar to each other, so she was dressed entirely in pink. She wrinkled her nose in distaste. The flamboyant tutus and abundance of lacy frills on their costumes meant they would be terrible in any color, but there was something especially demeaning about wearing it in pink. Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden flow of milk from her pacifier. She heard a few muffled chokes from the other cribs, and was momentarily grateful that she was already awake. Trainer Skyler was a big believer in efficiency, and the breakfast-alarm combo was the perfect example of that. All the Littles hated waking up to a rush of warm milk, but Skyler didn’t care. It saved her time. All Skyler had to do each morning was change their diapers and then they could immediately start to practice. And practice they did. Lyn had no way of telling time in this place. There were no clocks in the building, and the Littles rarely caught sight of a window. Still, if she had to guess, Skyler probably forced them to practice at least twelve hours a day. Their entire lives revolved around dancing. That’s not to say they were spared from regular baby treatment. They wore diapers at all times. Aside from breakfast, they ate every meal in either a high chair or Skyler’s lap. They took group baths every other day, and they always had to let an Amazon do the scrubbing. After practice they were expected to occupy themselves in a playpen full of blocks and stuffed animals to wind down. Surprisingly, they also went on field trips. One time, near the beginning of their training, they performed at a local high school assembly. Lyn still remembered the looks of glee and hunger on the Amazon students’ faces and the looks of abject fear on the small group of Little students. It was the first time she had been out in public in years, and it was only by the slimmest of margins that she held herself together. One of her sisters, Grace, burst into tears and begged not to perform. Rather than try to force her into line, Skyler merely smiled and picked her up. For the entire show, Grace was passed around the auditorium for a series of tickles, knee bounces, and most of all, spankings. There was very little disobedience after that day. After a few minutes of suckling, the milk started to slow down. As they drank the final drops, the door was thrown open and the lights were turned on. “Good morning my little munchkins!” Lyn plastered on a wide smile behind her pacifier, but stayed obediently on her back. They weren’t allowed to move until Skyler helped them out of bed. “I hope you all had a good night’s rest. Today is a big day, after all.” She moved quickly from crib to crib, unlocking the sides, pulling the tubes from their pacifiers, and setting the Littles down on the floor. “It’s our day of the Talent Show!” The Talent Show. A week-long festival where all the Amazons in the Practice Facility would showcase what they had been working on. Elizabeth would of course be in attendance herself, but so would nearly everyone of importance in Catalon. Politicians, bureaucrats, ambassadors, businessmen, celebrities. Even Lyn had gotten an invitation when she was known as the Vipress, though she naturally refused. The concept of Littles on display disgusted her. She never thought she would end up attending as one of the attractions. “Up and at ‘em, Sophia!” Skyler reached her crib and lifted Lyn into the air. As soon as her feet made contact with the ground, a cramp shot up through her stomach. Her eyes widened and she almost fell to the ground before catching herself. It was just like in her dream. She looked down in confusion and tried to push, but her diaper remained a dark shade of yellow. Then she remembered. During yesterday’s morning change, Skyler had placed a butt plug up each of their backsides with no explanation. It had been manageable during the day, but it seemed that the night had elevated her need for a bathroom to painful levels. As she looked around, she saw similar expressions of discomfort on her sisters’ faces. Each of them wore a soaked diaper, but there wasn’t a messy one in sight. “All right, follow me everyone! Time for one more practice.” The Littles started to crouch down, preparing for their daily crawl through the hallways. To their surprise, Sklyer waved them back to their feet. “No time for that today. Let’s go!” She stood expectantly by the door and waited for them to come. Lyn took a step forward, but as soon as she did her stomach cramped in protest. She froze in place and looked up with a pleading expression. Skyler rolled her eyes and sighed. “Just relax your stomach muscles, ladies. Honestly, you Littles are so dramatic.” Lyn’s face flushed with indignation. Maybe she should try being fed a diet specifically meant to make her poop all the time before judging them! Still, she begrudgingly relaxed her stomach and noted that it did help quite a bit. Together, they walked through the halls and quickly arrived at the practice room. Skyler wasted no time. As soon as they were situated, she led them in a series of stretches. Lyn noticed that some of her sisters, especially the one in yellow, Hailey, tried to move as little as possible. Lyn made sure to put in extra effort though. Something told her that whatever happened today, she would want to be as limber as possible. Sure enough, as they went through their routines Lyn was able to move almost normally as long as she kept herself loose. Hailey, on the other hand, looked as though each movement brought her immense pain. Every time the girls had to twirl, she would let out a gasp, though Skyler seemed to find it more amusing than anything. Finally, they made it to lunch. Each of them were strapped into a high chair and given an immense bottle to finish. “No lollygagging now! As soon as those bottles are finished, we’ll do some more practice, rest for a bit, and then head to the stage.” Each Little grasped their bottle and obediently started suckling, but Hailey let it sit there untouched. After a moment, she tentatively raised her voice. “Miss trainer Skyler? May I please go poopie?” Lyn’s eyes widened slightly, but she pretended to stay focused on her bottle. She wanted to go poopie too, of course, but Skyler didn’t appreciate questions on the best of days. Asking something hours before the Talent Show? Lyn would never be so reckless. Skyler took on a lecturing tone. “No time for that, sweetie. I know you like your messy diapers, but we have to practice, remember?” Lyn expected Hailey to accept defeat and drink her bottle, but she was proven wrong. Hailey’s eyes screwed up in frustration. “It really hurts though!” Based on the tears streaming down her face, she wasn’t lying. But Skyler didn’t care about that, she cared that a Little had the audacity to talk back to her. “I said no! Now drink your bottle or else there will be consequences, you naughty thing.” Don’t do it! Lyn silently cried out as Hailey opened her mouth. “But-” Skyler had had enough. “That’s it! Girls, I’ll be right back. I need to go grab something for Hailey. I expect you to have finished your bottles by the time I get back.” She swept out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Hailey sat in shock, as if finally realizing what she had done. She looked around the room, hoping to find some support, but her sisters averted their eyes. Lyn gave her a sympathetic gaze, but she couldn’t do anything more. After a moment, Haiely picked up her own bottle and frantically started to gulp down the milk, as though hoping Skyler would show mercy if she finished her bottle in time. It didn’t matter. Skyler arrived when Hailey still had a fourth of her bottle left. In her arms, she held a Little boy. Lyn had to do a double take when she saw him. Like most Littles, he was hairless aside from his head and wrapped in a thick diaper, but instead of soft baby fat, his body was covered in muscles. “Everyone, say hello to Ethan. He’s in another program here, but won’t be competing until next year’s Talent Show.” Skyler effortlessly held the tiny man in front of her by his armpits, and Lyn noticed that his diaper was drooping with an extremely heavy mess. “He and his four brothers are being trained to fulfill an Amazon’s every need. As you can see, he has a bit of extra muscle to help with that.” She shook him slightly, causing his laden diaper to wiggle back and forth. “He will do literally anything an Amazon requires. He could link up with his brothers to form a human chair, give an amazing massage, obediently suckle at his mommy’s teat, or-” She paused to look meaningfully at his dirty diaper and then locked eyes with Hailey. “-help with a naughty girl’s punishment.” Hailey’s face turned white, and Skyler smiled before turning around to set Ethan down on a changing table. She strapped him in and then plucked Hailey from her high chair. Hailey’s voice seemed to be stuck in her throat. She kept moving her mouth, but the only thing that came out was a hiccup. As she was strapped down onto a changing table next to Ethan, she reflexively shook her head in denial. Skyler mockingly nodded her head in response and untaped her diaper. “That’s right! Since you wanted a poopy diaper so badly, you’ll certainly get one.” She ripped the wet diaper away from Hailey’s bottom, leaving her exposed to the world. She taped it into a ball and handed it to the horrified girl. “Hold this. We’ll need to put you back in it before the show.” Hailey reached out with numb hands and grasped the heavy garment in stunned shock. Skyler walked over to Ethan’s cot and started to change his diaper. She waved her hand under her nose as she opened the front. “Pee-ew! You are one messy boy, aren’t you? This is the biggest stinkie I’ve seen in a long time.” She pulled the diaper out from under his bottom and set it to the side. When she grabbed a wet wipe and returned her attention to the boy, a smile spread across her face. “Well, what a nice little cage you have there! It’s the same shade of pink that Sophia likes to wear. Can you wave to Sophia?” Lyn couldn’t see the cage that Skyler was talking about, but she could see Ethan’s tear-streaked face as he twisted to give her a soft wave. Lyn sympathetically returned the gesture as Skyler finished cleaning him. “I suppose that isn’t necessary for you anymore. Not really a tool for Amazon satisfaction, is it?” Skyler giggled as Ethan cried beneath her. She finished taping him into a new diaper, a pink one this time, and then paused. “Hmm.” After a moment of debate, she pulled a bottle out from beneath the changing table. Lyn winced. Rather than the pure white of milk, the fluid inside was a light tan. She knew from experience that the porridge inside would have any Little messing themselves constantly for the next several hours. “Drink up sweetie! We don’t want you to feel left out from your brothers when you get back, do we?” Ethan looked in confusion at the bottle, but obediently brought it to his lips. Skyler gave a satisfied nod, and then carefully scooped up his dirty diaper. Hailey pushed herself backwards as Skyler approached, but the strap around her stomach didn’t budge. Skyler set the dirty diaper down on the table with a wet plop. Hailey instinctively raised her bottom away from it, and Skyler took the opportunity to slip the diaper beneath her. Hailey froze and looked into Skyler’s gleeful eyes. “Ready, sweetie pie?” Hailey’s mouth silently tried to say please, but Skyler just grinned widely and placed her hand under the Little’s navel. Without warning, she pushed down hard and Hailey fell into the mess. For an instant, all was silent. Hailey stared at her bottom in disbelief. Then, her voice returned and a low wail started to pour from her mouth. Skyler gave a carefree laugh. The stress of preparing for the Talent Show had been getting to her, and this was the perfect medicine. Smiling to herself, Skyler pulled the diaper up through Hailey’s legs and fastened it tightly around her waist. Ethan had really done a number on it. His mess was everywhere, even managing to spread all the way to the front. The sensation of another person’s poopy diaper being wrapped around her privates caused Hailey to wail even harder. The cold sludge was the most disgusting thing she had felt in her entire life, and no matter what she did she couldn’t escape it. Suddenly, she felt a hand roughly shove the diaper further against her and another take hold of her chin. “Quiet!” Hailey was stunned into silence, and Skyler sighed in exasperation. “Honestly, I try to do something nice and you just end up crying. I don’t want to hear another peep out of you for the rest of the day, understand?” Hailey desperately nodded her head and choked back her sobs, causing Skyler to release her. “Good. Now set your old diaper down beside you, we’ll put you back in it later.” Hailey tearfully complied, and Skyler brought her back over to her high chair. When she was set down and felt the mess squish around her bottom, a single sob escaped her lips. Thankfully, Skyler let it pass, handing her the rest of her bottle. “Be a good girl and finish this. You need to have energy for tonight!” Hailey robotically raised the bottle to her lips and started to suck. Skyler nodded and turned to the rest of the group. Lyn and the other girls looked down fearfully, not wanting to catch her gaze. She smiled in satisfaction. “So, who’s ready for more practice?” ----------------------------------------------------------------- Last time skip, I promise. I'm not entirely sure how the dream sequence turned out, and there might have been too much explanation later. As always, let me know your thoughts on what works and what doesn't. I won't be able to change much for this story, but I have a lot of ideas for what I can do next and every piece of feedback is valuable. Also, the story is almost done! I'm out of town this week, but if I have internet I'll post the next chapter in a few days. If not, then sometime next week.

Chapter 3: Trained As Annie watched the man in front of her break down into tears, she thought about how much she loved her job. Normally, a statement like that would be a good indication that the person it applied to was a psychopath, or at least that they had some pretty severe mental trauma. Not in Annie’s case though. Why? Well, the man, whose name was Matt, was a Little, and Annie was an Amazon. Under the circumstances, her behavior was normal. In fact, if Annie didn’t get an extreme rush of pleasure every time she saw a Little bawling, she would be considered quite the oddball. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Annie knelt in front of the bouncer holding Matt in place. He looked up at her and managed to control his sobs enough to speak. “Please, please let me go to the bathroom. Just for number two. I can barely hold it anymore. Please!” His words got more and more frantic as he spoke. Annie made a show of acting sympathetic. “Aww, is my tiny man having a tiny tantrum?” Her face brightened. “I know! How about we sing a song together?” Fresh tears began to appear in Matt’s eyes. “Please just listen to me, I can’t ho-” He cut off as Annie shoved a pacifier into his mouth and inflated it with a quick twist. “Sounds like someone needs his binky! Now I know it will be hard, but try to sing along with me now.” Eyes alight with glee, she reached out and pressed a button on the bouncer causing the Little to start moving up and down. “Ready?” Taking his moan as agreement, she began. ♫♪“The Little in the bouncer goes up and down, up and down, up and down. The Little in the bouncer goes up and down, all throughout the morning.”♫♪ Midway through the first verse, Matt released a violent fart and started thrashing around in distress. He managed to hold on for another second, but the end result was inevitable. Annie almost had to stop out of laughter as she watched his bottom slowly crinkle outwards, but she managed to finish the verse before pausing to sniff the air dramatically. She smiled at the distressed man. “Oh my, it sounds like someone made a stinky present in his diaper! I’m really proud of you.” She reached out to pat his head mockingly, delighting in his hopelessness as he offered no resistance. “You did a very good job contributing, even though that would actually go a lot better with the second verse. Don’t worry, I’ll keep going.” Taking a quick breath, she continued. ♫♪“The poo poo in the Little goes toot toot toot, toot toot toot, toot toot toot. The poo poo in the Little goes toot toot toot, out in to the diaper!”♫♪ Annie smiled as she finished the verse. “See? Sometimes you Littles are so impatient. Isn’t that right?” She grabbed his chin and moved his head up and down in agreement. When she looked at his face, she actually did laugh. She couldn’t help herself. He was just too adorable! Even as a child, Annie always had more of a mothering instinct than her peers. Her talent for putting Littles in their place was always a cut above everyone else. As a resident of Catalon, that was really saying something. In grade school, she spiked the high-school Little’s robotics team with a delayed release bowel weakening drug. The following day, every member had mysterious accidents and were sent back to the nursery. In middle school, she kidnapped a Little math teacher after the school day ended and brought him home. By the time the school discovered what she had done, he wasn’t able to add 2+2 on his fingers. For every year she was in high school, the average number of Little graduates dropped by over 90%. In her graduating class, she took care to make sure there were none. Even though she grew up in Catalon, her school had policies to prevent such actions and she got herself into trouble several times. Granted, “trouble” only meant that she got a stern talking-to from the principal, and her teachers made it abundantly clear that they approved of her actions. Several offered to write her glowing college recommendations to counteract any harm that having some official demerits on her record could cause. She was confident that after graduation she would get into a good university, adopt a couple of regressed Littles, and either do work in her spare time or live off her inheritance. Sure enough she had her pick of colleges after senior year, but to her surprise she also had something else. A job offer from a company she had never heard of: NaturalStart. “Wait a minute! We still have to finish the song.” With another giggle at Matt’s naked despair, she continued. ♫♪“The diaper on the Little goes squish squish squish, squish squish squish, squish squish squish. The diaper on the Little goes squish squish squish, what a stinky baby!”♫♪ She smiled and clapped her hands together in the same rhythm as the bouncer, thrilling at his every wince. She decided to finish the final verse straight away. ♫♪“The Little in the diaper says change me please, change me please, change me please. The Little in the diaper says change me please, but the diaper isn't full yet!”♫♪ Annie threw up her arms in celebration, but suddenly a look of shock swept across her face. “What did you just say? In the last verse of the song?” She savored Matt’s look of confusion and growing apprehension as he heard her talk in a serious tone. “You know Littles aren’t allowed to ask for diaper changes! Littles have to wait until someone else decides to change them. Oh, and you were being so good too…” She shook her head in mock disapproval as Matt gurgled protests behind his pacifier. She heaved a dramatic sigh. “There’s no helping it. I think you should spend some time in that bouncer thinking about how naughty you’ve been. I’ll let you out after lunch, but you’re not getting a change until tomorrow morning.” Matt made a sound like a wounded animal while Annie called over a robonanny. “Bring this bouncer and Little to the timeout room. I’ll come get him in a few hours, but make sure that he doesn’t get a change for the rest of the day. Oh, and turn up the bouncing level. I think he likes it.” She looked down at her schedule and refused to even face Matt as he was dragged out of the room, intent on showing him just how beneath her notice his cries were. As soon as she heard the door close, she released a trembling breath and gripped a nearby table for support. “Now that is how you start a day.” For most of her life, Annie had believed that the best thing to do with Littles was to regress them. There was something so right about seeing their intelligence slip away until all that remained was the perfect baby, doll, pet, or whatever else their Amazon wanted. When she first heard NaturalStart’s slogan, “A pure education to help Littles into their true roles,” she scoffed. What more education could a Little need than a quick cartoon session? Still, the brochures they sent her featured such adorable Littles that she had to give it a try. On Annie’s tour of the company, she got to see each stage of their training program. The Littles’ completely defiant start, their fully submissive end, and everything in between. It was a long program, and importantly, it was all accomplished without hypnosis. She had been shocked to find that the crying of the natural Littles sounded sweeter to her than the empty wailing of other regressed Littles. Her guide had given her a knowing smile as he explained. “Everyone knows Littles are inferior to Amazons. They’re smaller, weaker, dumber, and can barely make it to the potty. Most Amazons think that means nothing is lost when you wipe their minds. We here at NaturalStart know the truth.” He led her over to a room as he talked. “We Amazons are designed to take care of Littles as they are, not as we make them. Nature gave Littles a small bit of intelligence so we can teach them to willingly accept their roles beneath us. We even have natural gifts like breastmilk, greater intellect, and superior strength to help us in our task.” They entered an observation room where Annie could see a small group of Littles being taken care of by Amazon nannies. “Relying on hypnosis? That’s not natural. It cuts out the core of what makes the relationship between Amazons and Littles so special.” While Annie listened to his explanation, she watched two Littles in blue onesies tearfully crouch down together and fill their diapers. One went over to a nanny and tugged at her leg. Looking down at him, she waved her finger in a scolding manner and swept him off his feet into a spanking. The other Little immediately dropped to the floor in fright and began moving blocks around, heedless of the mess in his pants. The nanny finished her spanking and deposited the crying Little into a corner before going over to the good Little. She smiled down at him and patted his diaper before pulling out a pacifier and slipping it into his mouth. To Annie’s shock, the Little smiled. She had accepted the job offer on the spot, and never regretted doing so. Nothing gave her more joy than helping Littles to properly fit their role in the world. Take her nursery rhyme for instance. While it would have been funny to see a regressed Little blindly clapping along to her song, it was far more satisfying to see Littles eventually choose to follow along by themselves. Everything else seemed empty in comparison. She had actually gotten a Little as soon as she turned 18 in high school. Her victim was a boy who was in her grade and who happened to share a birthday with her. She had made it very clear to him that she was going to adopt him, but if he submitted to her voluntarily she would give him as much pleasure as a Little could hope for. He ended up coming to her birthday party in an outfit made of wrapping paper and said he was her gift. She pinched his cheeks and told him his present was a new name: Annabelle. And a bit of surgery so that he would match his name. Littles were happiest when doing what their Amazon wanted, after all. She sighed at the memory. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t get the NaturalStart brochure until months later, at which point her Annabelle’s mind was as empty as can be. So many missed opportunities. She would have loved to send Annabelle through their program. As it was, regressed Littles no longer held any interest for Annie. She kept Annabelle locked up in a small crib where an automatic tube made sure she stayed fed. Annie would go in to change her diaper once every week or so, but it wasn’t enjoyable. Shaking her head to relieve her funk, Annie left the room. She had the greatest job in the world, and the adorably pathetic struggles of the Littles here filled the hole left by Annabelles’ failure. Instead of having to settle with one Little in her life, she got to control hundreds, each with their own unique personalities and quirks. Some were admittedly quite dull, but others… She smiled as she entered the nursery area and spotted one of her favorite Littles there. Sophia. Sophia was undeniably cute. Her hair was always bunched into bushy red pigtails that perfectly framed the freckles across her cheeks, and for some reason it seemed like diapers suited her even more than other Littles. However, it wasn’t her looks that caused Annie to favor her so. Well, at least not only her looks. No, the reason Annie liked this particular Little was because she was prickly. When Sophia first got there, she tried to claim she was actually a crime boss and would make all of them rich if they freed her. Annie knew she would be a fun one as soon as she heard the ridiculous tale, and her affection only grew after their first meetings. Oh, how she had fussed about every little punishment, baring her adorable blue eyes wide in fear whenever someone approached her with a stern expression. Annie would have come up with excuses to spend more time educating her just to see the terror on her face, but thankfully she was so naughty at the beginning that Annie simply had to let her do what she did best. She’d always wind up in trouble somehow. That was two years ago. Now, Sophia was obediently sitting in a messy diaper and sucking on an unlocked pacifier while watching a show. She was still there mentally, but she was trained to act as a proper Little should. Of course there were occasional lapses, but Annie had come to realize that Littles’ mistakes were natural. It allowed Amazons to have a bit of fun now and then. In fact, now that Sophia was almost done with her training, Annie was considering adopting her for herself. She could stick her in the same crib as Annabelle during the day and have fun with her after work. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a great chance of that ever happening. In a couple months, Sophia would be auctioned off along with the rest of the fully educated Littles, and staff only got to have their pick if no one else adopted them first. Annie would be shocked if Sophia wasn’t one of the first three sales. Annie smiled. She would just have to make the most of the time she had left with her! It looked like the show was almost over anyway, so she decided to scoop her up after that. (-:-) Lyn––or Sophia as she was now called––sat quietly in front of a TV, watching a show along with some other Littles enrolled at NaturalStart. She sucked rhythmically on the pacifier one of the nannies had shoved in her mouth earlier. It wasn’t locked. She could spit it out if she wanted to, but she didn’t. Her caretakers expected her to keep it there, and if she’d learned one thing from this place it was that her life was easier when she did what Amazons wanted her to do. Sucking her binky was second nature at this point. A lot of things have become second nature to me now, she thought morosely as she looked down to her waist. Under the top of her frilly tutu, she could see the bottom of a discolored brown and yellow diaper. Her discolored brown and yellow diaper. She hadn’t been changed since last night, but she would get one before lunch. Not that it mattered. She had pretty much gotten used to whatever state her diaper could be in. She shifted her legs and noted the squish as her diaper mushed against her. This isn’t normal! A part of her screamed. You shouldn’t be here, how are you ok with this! Shut up, she replied back. I can’t control when I go potty anymore, so it has to be normal. If it’s normal, then I can ignore it. You’re the one making me think about it, so shut up! As if to emphasize her point to the voice inside her head, Lyn aggressively moved herself back and forth, spreading the mess completely around her privates. She turned back to the show, pointedly ignoring the screaming from her mind and the squelching from her diaper. The show was painfully bad, but entertainment options were limited in this place. It was about a Little boy who heard there was going to be a rocket launch near his city, so he decided he wanted to be an astronaut. He told his Mommy, who condescendingly explained that Littles couldn’t be astronauts because they were just babies. He didn’t like that one bit, and threw a tantrum. For twenty minutes, the Mommy put him through a series of gratuitous spankings, force-feedings, embarrassing outfits, and time-outs. The whole time she made sure to emphasize that she was doing it for his own good. Before she put him to bed, he apologized for being naughty and thanked her for taking good care of him. The next day, his Mommy woke him up to reveal she had gotten him a UFO bouncer and they could watch the rocket launch together. He thanked her profusely, and giggled as he was placed into the seat. Thankfully, it seemed like the show was almost finished. As Lyn watched, the Little and his Mommy started counting down to lift-off together. “...three, two, one!” “Blast off!” The Little cried as he threw his hands up in the air and gritted his teeth. A rude sound came from his backside, and his diaper bulged out comically in the bouncer. A laugh track played as he looked sheepishly at his Mommy. The Mommy chuckled and looked at the camera as she picked him out of the bouncer. “The only place you’re blasting off to is the changing table, stinky!” The Little giggled as the laugh track played again, and then the screen turned to credits. Lyn debated whether she should stay by the TV or do something else. All the Littles were given free time in the mornings, as long as they occupied themselves with pre approved activities. The TV shows were bad, but at least they didn’t take a lot of effort. The choice was taken away from her when she heard heavy footsteps approaching from behind. A few Littles hurriedly crawled away in fright, causing Lyn to shake her head. They would probably get away, but the Amazons were always watching. They would mark which Littles were naughty, and they would be punished eventually. Not that that stopped Lyn from silently hoping another Little would get chosen… “Hello Sophia!” Damn. It seemed like every single caretaker here always wanted to play specifically with her. Spalvodi had been right, she was an Amazon’s wet dream. Plastering on a smile behind her pacifier, she turned around to see Annie approaching her. Annie stopped a few feet away from Lyn and stood with an expectant expression on her face. Obediently, Lyn dropped to her hands to crawl over to the Amazon. Annie smiled as she watched the Little’s drooping bottom swing from side to side, squelching with every step, until she finally reached her feet. She stooped down to her knees, enjoying how the Little still had to crane her neck to make eye contact. “There’s my adorable little girl! You’ve gotten very good at that during your stay here, haven’t you?” Lyn nodded her head, causing Annie to pat her pigtails maternally. “How about we check your diaper?” Lyn internally groaned. Annie could clearly see the state of her diaper from the moment she walked in the room. This was just meant as another reminder of her situation. Complaining would do nothing though, so Lyn lowered her head to the floor and stuck her butt in the air like the docile girl she had become. In response, she felt a heavy hand land on her bottom, pushing her mess firmly against her skin. Annie wasn’t satisfied though, and moved her hand back and forth while humming consideringly. Lyn involuntarily shuddered under the inhumane treatment. Annie smiled as the diaper squished beneath her fingers, and gave a final firm shove before raising her arm. “Pee-yew! Just as I thought, you are quite the mush tush! Did you make all that for me?” Lyn made a sound of agreement from the ground, and Annie sighed. “I know you came here to become the perfect baby for your new mommy or daddy, and I’m very proud of the progress you’ve made. Still, part of me wishes I could just keep you here forever.” Honestly, Lyn didn’t know what to think about her upcoming adoption. NaturalStart was strict, no doubt about that, and the caregivers were all too eager to dish out punishments to whoever caught their eye. Still, at least Lyn was used to it. She knew the rules and the Amazons and the Littles. Adoption brought uncertainty. She hoped wherever she wound up would be better than this, but with her luck? She wasn’t optimistic. Annie cared nothing for Lyn’s internal dialogue, and abruptly lifted her up from the floor. “Since you won’t be here for much longer, how about I give you a special treat? Just this once.” Annie balanced Lyn on her hand, squishing her diaper once again. But Lyn’s mind was elsewhere. A reward? Against her better judgement, excitement bloomed in her chest. Rewards were often bad news, especially for the first part of her stay here, but not always. The first time she voluntarily danced along to a nursery song, she got a cookie. Once, when she went to bed in a messy diaper without complaining, she got to walk upright for all of afternoon playtime. Later, when she scored first place in her etiquette class, she got to spend naptime with one of the caretakers while they watched the news! She didn’t remember most of it because she was breastfed the whole time, but it was still exciting. So maybe this could actually be something good. Annie had definitely enjoyed having her here, based on how often she took her aside for one-on-one time. Maybe this was a sincere goodbye? They rounded a corner, and Lyn’s heart leapt. In front of her was the door to the pleasure room. Without noticing, her lips spread into a genuine smile and she started to bounce in place. She couldn’t help herself. It had been forever since she had last been allowed in there! Annie cooed as they entered the room. “Aww, looks like someone is excited for their treat! Is it you? Are you excited?” Lyn barely noticed the mocking tone, enthusiastically nodding her head in agreement. Inside laid paradise, a place where she could pretend to be a grown-up again, if only for a moment. Littles here weren’t usually forbidden from touching themselves, but they might as well have been. Her regular diapers were too tight to squeeze her hand into, and too thick to feel anything from rubbing. At least while they were dry. She had seen some of the girls who slept in cribs near her frantically humping their pillows late at night, and based on the smell coming from them they were definitely not clean. Lyn had never gone that far though. Her orgasms, though rare, were the only part of her life where she could feel like an adult. She wouldn’t tarnish that no matter how desperate she got. Which was why the pleasure room was so exciting. As Annie said, Lyn was going to be adopted soon. She might get a mommy who never let her do anything down there. Or she might get a mommy who pleasured her every day, no matter what condition she was in. She didn’t know which would be worse. Either way, this could be the last chance she had to have any autonomy over herself, and she was going to make the most of it. “Alright then, let’s get started!” After a quick stop where Annie fiddled with the room’s tablet, Lyn noted with disappointment that they seemed to be heading over to the vibrating bouncer chairs. Couldn’t you have gone with something more substantial? She thought, looking longingly across the room at several objects of a more phallic shape. Oh well, the bouncers will work. Whatever material the seats are made of caressed my skin just right last time, and the motion is quite a bit more like the real thing than the other options. Annie unceremoniously plopped Lyn down in a bouncer and turned around to cabinet behind her. Lyn’s smile froze on her face as she bobbed softly in the air. She couldn’t be serious… Lyn looked down and closed her legs, as though hoping that she had magically gotten changed and just been too happy to realize it. Unfortunately, the wet sloshing noise from her pants confirmed the truth. Annie was keeping her in a messy diaper. She looked up as Annie turned around with a bottle of pink formula in her hand. “Is baby ready for her special hyper milk?” Lyn’s mind raced. The pink bottles were designed to make Littles extremely aroused. If she didn’t do something quickly, she would be forced to get off in… Lyn didn’t complete the thought. But what could she do? Annie took another step forward, and Lyn opened her mouth before she could process what she was doing. “Pleath’ mith’ Annie, can you ‘thange my diaper firth’?” Somehow she managed to speak while keeping the pacifier in her mouth, but as soon as she saw Annie’s face she wished she had kept quiet. “Sophia! Bad girl! You were given a regular binky for good behavior, but you are not allowed to speak when it is in your mouth! And asking for a change? You know that Amazons decide when to change Littles’ diapers! What were you thinking?” With each word she stepped towards the cowering girl. When she was close enough, she grabbed Lyn’s chin and forced her teary eyes to meet her gaze. “Honestly, I would expect this behavior from a new student, not from an almost graduate. We’re going to need a serious punishment for you, little girl.” At those words Lyn’s eyes overflowed and tears streamed down her face. Annie was pleased to see that despite her emotions, the Little stayed quiet behind her pacifier. She sighed and plucked the pacifier from Lyn’s mouth. “Speak, missy. You’d better make it count.” Lyn didn’t even have to fake the desperation in her voice. “I’m so so sorry Miss Annie! I don’t know what I was doing! Please don’t punish me, I promise I’ll be good!” Annie hummed to herself and turned the bouncer around, leaving Lyn facing the wall. She sniffled softly as she listened to the sounds of footsteps and drawers opening behind her. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she was turned back around. “Open.” Annie held up a pacifier in her hand. Immediately, Lyn opened her mouth and Annie popped in the rubber teat. With a quick twist, the pacifier inflated to fill Lyn’s entire mouth. She could feel her jaw start to ache, but she stifled a groan and took the punishment in silence. “You’re going to be wearing these for the next week. After that we can see if you’re well behaved enough to go back to your special pacifiers.” Lyn nodded in agreement while Annie continued. “And you obviously won’t be getting your lunchtime change. I really should leave you in there until tomorrow, but I guess I’m a softie. I’ll change you before bed.” Annie reached out and stroked her hair like she was some kind of pet, but Lyn tentatively smiled. She was getting off easily, all things considered. “I do get it, you know. Littles are such emotional creatures, and it must be scary to think about leaving this place. Some outbursts are to be expected. But that still doesn’t let you off the hook!” Lyn bowed her head and nuzzled Annie’s hand, causing her face to soften. “Aw, I can’t stay mad at you. Which is why even though you’re getting punished…” No, Lyn thought as Annie reached behind her. Please, no! “…I still think you deserve your reward.” Annie pulled out a bag of pink formula with a tube hanging from the bottom. Lyn watched in horror as Annie hung the bag beside her bouncer and inserted the tube into her pacifier. “Don’t worry, I know you can’t speak. You can thank me later.” Annie twisted a clasp and the milk flowed into the tube. Lyn was forced to take huge gulps of the liquid as it went through the pacifier and down her throat. She looked with pleading eyes at Annie. She had to stop this now. As soon as the milk hit her system, she would be gone. Annie didn’t spare her a glance. Instead, she turned around and placed Lyn’s former pacifier in a sanitation kit before pulling out a tablet to update her file. By the time she finished and looked up, it was too late. Lyn could feel the heat blooming in her stomach. She moaned in anguish, but at the same time started to gyrate her legs together. The squishes from her diaper, which she had tried so hard to ignore earlier, now sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. “Quite eager to start, hmm? Let’s see if I can help.” Annie reached out and flipped a switch on the bouncer. Suddenly, Lyn was bouncing up and down. Every time she reached the apex she would hover in the air, weightless, and for a moment the pressure from her diaper would lessen. Then the next she would come crashing down and her mess would mush against her with stunning force. Worse, she felt her seat humming to life in a different way. She had thought that the vibrations were powerful when they were directly against her skin, but somehow they seemed to be even more intense through the slush in her pants. She felt a rush of warmth from her groin and realized she had wet herself, but instead of feeling disgusted she found herself getting further aroused by the heat. All the while, she frantically gulped the milk that endlessly flooded into her mouth. Her vision started to blur, arousal crowding out her rational thoughts. She flailed her limbs around, hoping to find something to ground her. But she was suspended in midair, and only ended up grasping at nothing. Higher and higher the pleasure built, driving her into a frenzy. Almost there… Almost… there… Suddenly, when she was at the bottom of a bounce, she was wrapped in a strong embrace. “Oh, I am going to miss you so much!” Annie’s grip was inviolable. Lyn’s arms, which had been in a frenzy just moments before, were pinned against her body. Her legs were likewise halted, trapped between two immovable thighs. Her face was shoved between Annie’s breasts, and the scent of the Amazon’s body replaced the smell of the nursery. The bouncer tried to pull her back into the air, but it was never designed to handle the weight of an Amazon. Lyn sat still in space as the bouncer kept pulling harder and harder, causing her diaper to squelch against her. The pressure was breathtaking, unlike anything she had ever felt before, and it was all focused into her messy diaper. Her eyes bulged and she tried to move, but it was pointless. She couldn’t do anything. Lyn exploded with the most powerful orgasm of her life. She let loose a muffled scream into her pacifier, her body shaking as pleasure overwhelmed her mind. She tried to flail her arms and legs, needing to relieve the energy coursing through her body, but she was completely trapped in Annie’s embrace. The struggling only caused her body to twitch slightly. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the bouncer mercifully ground to a halt. Annie held Lyn tight against her chest, enjoying the girl’s shudders as she came cutely in her diaper. She felt the Little in her arms give one final twitch, and finally stepped back to appraise her work. She smiled at the sight that greeted her. Lyn was a mess. She hung limply in the bouncer, slumped over as she softly bobbed up and down. Her face was in shambles, streaked with a combination of sweat and snot. Air whistled through her nose as she took deep heaving breaths, trying to calm herself. She kept rhythmically sucking on her pacifier as milk continued to flow down the tube. Tentatively, she raised her head. Annie giggled. Lyn’s eyes were so unfocused they were almost crossed. “I’m glad you had a good time, sweetie pie. Though it is a shame.” Lyn started to come back to herself while Annie talked. “I reserved this room until lunchtime, and I planned to let you play with whatever toys you wanted.” “Obviously that isn’t an option now, what with you not getting changed until tonight.” Annie squeezed the front of Lyn’s diaper for emphasis. Lyn felt fresh tears come to her eyes as she gazed across the room. She had been so close! “Although, we do have the room for a few hours. There’s no reason to let this time go entirely to waste.” Before Lyn knew what was happening, she found her wrists strapped to the side of the bouncer next to her waist. She looked up at Annie in accusation, but only received a shrug in response. “Sorry, kiddo. You won’t be able to use anything else, so you won’t need my help. I can’t leave you here with no precautions. Although, since you’ll be here through lunch, I suppose I should give you a snack.” Annie walked over to the cabinet from before and fetched another bag of pink milk. Lyn tried to shake her head, but she could only watch as Annie connected the bags together. The first one wasn’t even a fourth of the way gone yet! “Don’t worry honey, I slowed the flow down for you. This will last you for a long time. You’ll just have to express your energy with your cute feetsies instead of your handsies!” Annie mockingly waved her arms around in an imitation of what the Little had looked like earlier, causing Lyn to blush and look down. “Aww, don’t pout! I’m just teasing. You looked absolutely adorable squirming in the air.” She reached down and squeezed Lyn’s exposed legs, causing the Little to giggle and thrash around. “There’s my happy girl!” Annie gazed fondly down at her charge and flipped a switch, causing the bouncer to rev back to life once again. Lyn tugged at her bonds while she picked up speed, but they were locked tight. She wasn’t getting out until an Amazon decided to release her. “Part of me does envy you Littles. You get to laze around all day, and your only job is to look cute. It must be so simple!” Annie sighed. “But being an Amazon means that you have responsibilities. Have fun while I’m gone, precious!” Annie walked towards the exit. Lyn screamed, but midway through it turned into a moan of arousal. She could already feel her diaper begin to dampen with a fresh wave of wetness. Annie paused in the doorway, glancing back a final time. “I’ll see you in a few hours!” Then the door shut, leaving Lyn alone once again. ----------------------------------------------------------------- As promised, here's the chapter! Big thanks to BabyJilly_S for their help with editing the title. Let me know what you think! What are your thoughts on the time skip and Annie? Did it work? Was it too jarring? 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Chapter 2: Captured The hands propelled Lyn through the passageway and into a bright room. Instinctively she closed her eyes only to open them again as she felt herself land on a soft surface. It was a crib. Frantically, she tried to grab hold of the hands, but they simply shook her free and pulled up the bars before retreating through the ceiling. Lyn’s desperate sob was muffled by the pacifier strapped in her mouth, and for a moment she was tempted to let despair swallow her and cry. Only for a moment though. That was what Amazons would expect her to do in a situation like this, and she’d be damned if she lived up to their expectations. It was time to take stock. She took a deep breath to calm herself, and inadvertently gagged. The smell of baby powder, urine, and feces permeated the room. Every Little knew the scent of a nursery, but there was a big difference between knowing something and being used to it. In this case, Lyn was fine with her discomfort. That smell was something she never wanted to become familiar with. She quickly spotted the origin of the smell. Technically origin-s. The room was filled with rows upon rows of cribs, and in almost every one was a Little. Some wore onesies, some dresses, and some just t-shirts, but all were thickly padded. Of all the diapers on display, Lyn didn’t see a single one that was clean. Strangely enough, as she looked closer she realized that each of them had headphones and blindfolds on. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized what it meant. Hypnosis. It had to be. While the Littles took their naps, the headphones would whisper soft commands into their ears, instructing them on how to be good babies for their mommies and daddies. When the caretakers came back in and noticed she wasn’t dressed like the others, she would be put in the exact same spot as them. Actually, that wasn’t entirely true. If Spalvodi had really chosen her programming himself, then she would probably be in an even worse position than any of the other Littles here. Lyn didn’t plan on staying around to test that theory. She just had to figure out how to escape. Suddenly, she found herself hoisted into the air by an unseen person. She turned around, ready to give her best puppy dog eyes and plead to have her pacifier removed, only to be greeted by a robotic visage. “Baby [Lyn] is not properly dressed. Commencing change.” Lyn sagged in relief. An actual Amazon would have been tough, near impossible, to convince. But a robonanny? She had installed it in the first place. Even if Oscar had overridden the basic commands he knew, there were backup routines that she never told anyone else about. All she needed was a chance to use them. The nanny carried her over to a changing station at the side of the room and fastened straps across her upper body. Without pausing, it unceremoniously stripped away her clothes. This is fine, it’s only temporary, Lyn rationalized as she closed her eyes. Besides, no one else is in the room. No one that can see me, at least. This is like getting naked for a shower. All the logic in the world couldn’t keep her cheeks from burning crimson as she felt the cold air caress her bare chest. “Currently baby is scheduled for [Nap-time]. [Lyn] noted as [heavy] wetter, and allowed [1] change each day. Maximum thickness required.” Lyn opened her eyes in alarm just in time to see the nanny reveal one of the thickest diapers she had ever laid eyes on, far bigger than what any of the other Littles were wearing. She instinctively blurted out a protest, but the pacifier turned her words into gibberish. She was rewarded with the nanny roughly shoving her head down and strapping it flat against the table. While Lyn could only see the ceiling, the robot pulled out a container of lotion and baby powder. With no warning, it squirted a generous helping of lotion on Lyn's privates. Her eyes widened at the abrupt chill, and she let out a muffled squeal as the robot rubbed it firmly into her skin. The lotion was immediately followed by a veritable cloud of baby powder which Lyn accidentally inhaled, causing her to sneeze. The robot grabbed her legs by the ankles and effortlessly lifted them into the air, slipping the diaper underneath her bottom in the process. When she was laid back down, her jaw slackened in shock. It felt like she was sitting on a pillow! The nanny didn’t wait for Lyn to comprehend the situation. Spreading her legs open as far as they could go, it pulled the diaper up to her belly button and fastened the tapes together. It quickly ran a finger under each leg cuff to make sure the diaper fit properly, and then released her restraints. Lyn slowly sat up, wincing at the crinkle, and looked down at herself in disbelief. She was completely nude except for the diaper around her waist. Her legs were forced apart by its thick bulk, making it impossible to close them fully together. She brushed a spot of baby powder sticking out of the waistband and hesitantly brought it to her face. Her eyes misted. She looked, and smelled, exactly like a baby. Her view was obscured as the nanny pulled something over her head. After a moment her vision returned and she saw that she had been dressed in a pink shirt. The robot lightly tipped her onto her back, and Lyn realized that the shirt was actually a onesie as the snaps were fastened between her legs. To her horror, it pulled out headphones and blindfolds identical to the rest of the Littles in the room. She tried to crawl away, but the nanny pinned her down with one arm and started to fasten the gear around her head. “Applying obedience training gear for the remainder of [Napt-” That was as much as Lyn heard before all noise was canceled out and she was lifted up in the air. No no no, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go! Lyn started to hyperventilate. As long as her mouth was gagged, her command phrases were useless. She tried to enunciate and speak around the pacifier, but it was pointless. All that came out was babble and a bit of drool that fell on her chin. As she felt herself being set down on a soft surface, she frantically started to flail her limbs and scream. It didn’t help, of course. She had bought this robot herself and knew that its physical capabilities far surpassed most Amazons, much less herself. Sure enough, her arms and legs were soon pinned close to her body as the robot swaddled her in a blanket. Lyn couldn’t move an inch, no matter how much she struggled. So this was it. All her struggling, years of plans and deceptions, just for her to end up with every other Little in this god-forsaken country. Trapped in a diaper and ready to be sold to a doting mommy. But then she felt a tug on the strap around her head and the pacifier in her mouth became loose. Behind the blindfold, her eyes widened in hope. “Override Zeta Snake Portal Four!” Lyn desperately cried out. She held her breath for several tense moments, fearing that the bot would just stick another pacifier in her mouth. After a full minute of nothing happening, she let out a shaky breath that turned into a half sob. She had never felt so much adrenaline before in her life. It was too much. She wanted to scream, to cry, to lay down and go to sleep for an entire week. But she couldn’t. Not yet. So she took several deep breaths before giving instructions to her almost-captor. “Remove blindfold, headphones, and blanket.” Lyn blissfully returned to the world as her restraints were removed. When she sat up, she noticed with a shudder the nanny had an inflatible pacifier in its hand. That had been far too close. The past was in the past though, and Lyn couldn’t afford any hesitation. Spalvodi had messed with the wrong person this time. Thankfully, he had made the same mistake that all the Amazons made when they dealt with anyone under half their height. He had underestimated her. And she was intent on exploiting that mistake for all it was worth. Still, before she could go about getting her revenge, she had to get out of the nursery. Lyn looked distastefully down at her childish attire, but knew it was her best hope of leaving quietly. She moved to the edge of her crib and faced the robot standing silently in front of her. “Carry me out of this place to 7th Street and Vernon. If any of the staff asks what you’re doing, say we are going on a walk.” Taking one last look at the headphones that almost spelled her doom, Lyn shuddered. “And delete whatever profile Spalvodi set up for me in this system.” (-:-) The door to the nursery room opened, allowing a robonanny to walk out with its young ward in its arms. Lyn sucked on her pacifier nonchalantly and tried to act as calm as possible. There was no reason to be stressed, she assured herself. They probably wouldn’t even run into anyone in the hallway, and if they did there was no reason to stop them. Sure enough, they passed through the first two hallways without any trouble, and Lyn could see the exit at the end of this corridor. She struggled not to fidget as they traversed the final step of her path to freedom. Suddenly, a door in front of them opened and a staff member walked out, absentmindedly checking something on a clipboard. Lyn’s blood froze, but she forced herself to remain limp in the robot's arms. She probably won’t even notice us, Lyn thought hopefully. But even as she thought that, the woman looked up in surprise and reached out a hand to stop them. “What’s going on here? No Littles have scheduled outside playtime right now. And is that a nursery uniform? Nursery charges aren’t allowed outside at any time.” Lyn could tell that the woman––Jackie, according to her name tag––was one of the Amazons who took their job far more seriously than they should. Her tone made it clear that this potential rule violation was akin to a personal attack against her. “I am taking this Little on a walk.” Jackie’s eyebrow raised, and Lyn cursed herself for not giving the robot more instructions on what to say if questioned. Trying to interject now would only set off more red flags. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” To Lyn’s horror, Jackie quickly reached out and flicked a small switch on the nanny’s abdomen. “This is why I hate mechanical staff. So prone to malfunctions. I’ll have someone come check your programming in a bit. As for you...” Jackie wrapped her arms around Lyn and started carrying her back down the hall. “Let’s get you back to where you belong.” Lyn struggled to turn around and caught a view of the exit that had seemed so close just a minute ago as it receded around the corner. Desperately thinking of a way to stop what was happening, Lyn pulled out her pacifier. “Wait!” Jackie stopped in surprise at the little girl in her arms who appeared to have just removed a locking pacifier from her mouth. Trying to make herself seem as innocent as possible, Lyn continued. “Miss, the nanny wasn’t bein’ naughty. My mommy says me has to go walkies each day for fresh air.” Jackie paused for a moment, and then slightly smiled. “What’s your mommy’s name, sweetie?” Lyn tensed. Did this person really know every single customer who sent their kids here? What if she picked the wrong name? Then it clicked. “Mommy is mommy.” Jackie nodded her head, but Lyn’s hopes were dashed as she resumed her walk back down the hallway. “That’s right honey, good job! I dare say that if you ran into anyone else they might have actually believed your trick. But enough of that. We have very special punishments for little girls who tell fibs here.” Lyn felt like crying. “What do you mean? I’m not lying!” Jackie had the audacity to laugh and give her a shake as they continued to pass door after door. “Oooh, you’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you! We’ll have to work extra hard together to make sure you learn your lesson.” Lyn started to struggle, causing Jackie to tighten her arms as they finally entered a room together. “You see, missy, I’m the one who handles special requests from parents around here. Aside from sweet Barry’s––actually Barbara’s now––mommy requesting some extra special princess time in the afternoon, the only requests are for extra spankings or floor time.” Lyn wrenched her limbs around as hard as she could, but Jackie’s grip refused to budge. “No, let me go! I’m not supposed to be here right now, I’m not even enrolled in this daycare! You have to believe me!” “More lying? You really are a naughty baby.” Jackie sat down in a chair and a moment later Lyn found herself lying over the Amazon’s knees with her diaper pulled down to expose her butt to the air. “Last chance. Tell the truth and I’ll go easy on you.” Lyn involuntarily shuddered at the iron in Jackie’s tone. She knew that protesting would only lead to more punishment, but she had to at least try. “I’m serious, let me-” THWACK For a moment, Lyn was stunned into silence. Was this really happening to her? THWACK THWACK THWACK “Let me go you stupid bitch!” Who did this lady think she was? Lyn was the head of one of the largest crime syndicates in the country. She could say the word and have an army of hitmen answer back. And yet here she was, getting a spanking over the lap of a middle-aged daycare worker. THWACK THWACK THWACK A spanking that was beginning to hurt. The adrenaline covered it up at first, but Jackie was several times stronger than Lyn would ever be, and she clearly had no intention of holding back. Lyn could feel each smack reverberate through her entire body, causing her to rock back and forth over the Amazon’s thighs. Lyn tried to hold herself together, but as the blows kept raining down her composure cracked. At first it was just a sniffle, but soon enough she was full on bawling. THWACK THWACK THWACK Jackie smiled in satisfaction as the girl in her lap broke into tears. She had never met a Little who didn’t respond well to a good spanking. This one had broken earlier than expected, but Jackie didn’t let that stop her. She knew that long punishments were the most effective. And they were more fun. After what seemed like forever, Jackie seemed to have had her fill. She lifted Lyn onto her knees and forced the girl’s tear streaked face to meet her gaze. “There we are. Have you learned your lesson?” Lyn nodded, but Jackie tightened her grip around the Little and took on a stern tone. “When a grown-up asks you a question, you give a verbal response. Now, have you learned your lesson?” Lyn almost broke down into tears again, but managed to hold herself together. “I’m sorry, Miss Jackie. I’ve learned my lesson.” Still Jackie didn’t look satisfied. Damn it, how much did she have to degrade herself for this woman’s amusement? “I’m a baby, and I won’t lie ever again to grown-ups.” Jackie beamed and cupped her hand under Lyn’s unfastened diaper as she lifted her into the air. “There’s a good little girl! I know your tushie is going to be pretty sore for a while, so how about we get you some extra padding?” Lyn limply let herself be strapped into a changing table and gazed up at the ceiling as Jackie talked. “Your mommy already has you in the thickest diapers we have, so I’ll just add some boosters.” With her head strapped down, Lyn couldn’t see what Jackie was doing to her. As soon as her diaper was taped back together though, she could feel the change. She still wore the same diaper, but it was somehow even thicker than before. No matter how hard she tried, she could barely move her legs past a ninety degree angle. Jackie seemed to be waiting for something, and after a moment Lyn realized what she wanted. “Thank you for the diaper change, Miss Jackie.” Her satisfied nod confirmed that Lyn had acted correctly. “You’re welcome. Now, I have to go grab a special something real quick. Since you were such a good girl during punishment, I’ll leave you here alone. But you must be tired from missing naptime, so I also think you should drink this to make sure you don’t get cranky later.” With that, Jackie plopped down a baby bottle beside her head. Lyn’s mouth dropped open in dismay, the bottle was easily half a gallon! Paying no heed to her distress, Jackie unlocked her arm and head restraints while leaving her waist and legs bound. Lyn sullenly sat up and hoisted the bottle with both her hands, but inside her mind was racing. Here she had another chance. Jackie was making the same mistake that every Amazon made with Littles, and once again Lyn would exploit it. As soon as Jackie left the room, she would figure a way out of her restraints and escape. Jackie paused at the doorway. “Remember, good girls drink their bottles. I expect that to be finished by the time I get back.” Lyn nodded, but Jackie narrowed her eyes. “So start drinking.” Holding back a terse reply, Lyn brought the bottle to her mouth and began to suck. After a few moments, Jackie nodded to herself and left, but Lyn didn’t notice. Her entire focus was on the wonderful, amazing bottle in her hands. Lyn knew that Amazons had designed food specifically to taste delicious to Littles. Hell, she knew that most Littles found breastmilk to be one of the most delicious things in the world. Still, she’d never tried it herself before. Little food tended to carry nasty surprises with the amazing taste, from addictive properties and incontinence to motor skill suppression and mental regression. So, even though she had enough funds to get anything she wanted, she had never partook in one of the most easily accessible luxuries at her disposal. Now she could taste it and realized the other Littles weren’t exaggerating. She knew she was wasting possibly her last chance to escape, that any moment Jackie would come back through the door and it would be over. But the formula was too enticing, and she kept taking suck after suck after suck… Until finally it ran dry. Lyn’s belly felt bloated as she finished, and for a moment she forgot where she was. Blinking to reorient herself, she looked at the empty bottle in her hands with confusion. Then terror washed over her as she realized what she had done. Maybe there was still time though! Jackie wasn’t back yet, if she hurried then- Strong arms reached from behind her to unfasten her remaining straps, and her heart sank as she turned around. She never had a chance at all. Jackie had entered the room and Lyn had been too busy sucking on her baby bottle to notice. “You were a thirsty thing, weren’t you! Didn’t quite manage to finish in time, but I could tell you were doing your best.” Though Lyn was tempted to let herself sink into despair, the logical part of her mind recognized an opportunity to avoid further punishment. “Please Miss Jackie, I tried! I really did! Please don’t spank me, I’m a good girl!” Lyn felt like retching at her pleading tone, but she managed to keep her composure as Jackie bounced her and considered. “Well…” Lyn held her breath. “I suppose we can skip a spanking.” Lyn sagged in relief, but Jackie wasn’t done. “Instead, let’s play dress up!” “Wai-” was as far as Lyn got before Jackie shoved a pacifier into her mouth, casually inflating it and making Lyn gag on her tongue. “Littles should be seen, not heard sweetie. Especially during dress up!” Lyn found herself manhandled as the onesie that she had been strapped into under an hour ago was unbuttoned and stripped away. “Truth be told, this was actually what I wanted to do from the start. I didn’t recognize you from around here, and nap times are always so boring! Yes, you Littles need your rest or you get fussy, but how are we Amazons supposed to entertain ourselves when you’re asleep? Seeing you all bundled up and helpless isn’t the same without your reactions.” Lyn was placed on a table, and she squeaked behind her pacifier as she realized she was standing bowlegged in nothing but a diaper. Her cheeks burned and she raised her arms to cover herself as she looked up at the Amazon beaming down at her. “See? That’s what I mean! Even though you’re a Little and not a grown up, you still get embarrassed over the smallest things. You all are so silly. Isn’t that right, you’re a silly goose, aren’t you?” Jackie reached out and started to tickle her. Lyn tried to stop her, but, already off balance from the bulk between her legs, only managed to trip over her own feet and make herself an easier target. Jackie took advantage of her prone position, launching a barrage of attacks from her ribs to her feet. She smiled as the Little writhed helplessly beneath her. Lyn felt like she was going insane. She had always been especially ticklish, and every poke from Jackie sent her into fresh waves of forced giggling. Her body shook with uncontrollable laughter, and her mouth twisted into a manic grin behind her pacifier. Tears filled her eyes as the world receded around her. All she could feel were Jackie’s relentless fingers. Suddenly, the tickling stopped. Jackie’s voice rang out in satisfaction. “Uh oh! Sounds like someone is having a little tinkle in their diaper!” For a moment, Lyn didn’t comprehend what Jackie had said. She laid limply on her back and breathed heavily through her nose, waiting for her body to stop trembling. Then the words fully sunk in, and Lyn snapped back to reality. No, she thought. This can’t be happening. But even as she tried to deny it, her ears heard a distinct hissing sound and a damp warmth spread across her crotch. For the first time in decades, she was wetting herself. She tried to clench her bladder closed, but her body was too exhausted after the tickling session. She couldn’t do anything as the hissing continued and she felt the diaper around her waist became a soggy mess. Finally, the stream trickled to a halt. She looked up at Jackie with tearful eyes, but the Amazon only smiled. “Alright, time to get up! Hurry now, I want you to see your new outfit.” Fearing another punishment if she didn’t obey, Lyn mustered her strength and tried to sit up. As soon as she did, the movement caused her stomach to unexpectedly contract. It felt like a hiccup, but to her surprise a stream of liquid rushed up her throat. Her cheeks bulged comically as the unexpected intruder was stopped by her pacifier, but a small bit squeezed itself out from the corner of her mouth. Lyn hesitantly wiped away the string of drool, noting that it seemed white. She looked at Jackie in fright, but the Amazon didn’t seem surprised. “Ah, did someone have a spit up? I did forget to burp you after your milkies.” So that’s what it was. In the course of a minute, Lyn had not only wet herself but also spit up from her bottle feeding. She tried to distract herself from the squishy feeling in her diaper by swallowing the rest of what the pacifier trapped in her mouth. She absentmindedly noted that it still somehow tasted delicious, though not as good as when it was straight from the bottle. Jackie pulled out a cloth and quickly cleaned her up. “I’m just glad it happened before we dressed you in your pretty outfit! And none of it got on your diaper, so it still looks clean. But I wouldn’t count on that for long.” Out of confusion, Lyn experimentally tightened her legs and winced at the resulting squelch. Yep, she was definitely wet. What was Jackie talking about? Her question was answered as she looked down. Though the diaper clearly felt soaked to her, it was thick enough that it looked pristine from the outside. “Surprise!” While Lyn was looking down, Jackie grabbed a onesie and shoved it over her head. She winced at the squish as Jackie buttoned the snaps and cringed at the pink princess patterns and ruffles around her waist. Even the nursery outfit she had been forced into earlier seemed mature when compared to her current outfit. Without pausing, Jackie continued to dress her. The onesie was followed by a frilly skirt that was short enough to leave her diaper completely exposed, pink mittens so thick that her hands became useless, and a pair of baby booties that were deliberately slippery on their bottom to discourage walking. Finally, Jackie fastened her hair into a matching set of pigtails with lace bows. Jackie clasped her hands together and cooed at her creation. “Oh. My. Goodness! You are just the cutest little thing in the entire world! How have I never seen you here before? You are exactly what a Little should look like. Well, almost exactly…” As if summoned by those very words, Lyn let loose a fart. Eyes widening in realization, she despairingly shook her head. Jackie mockingly nodded back in return. “Oh yes, that bottle I gave you earlier was actually the first part of this outfit. It just took a little while to kick in.” Lyn’s stomach cramped painfully as Jackie spoke. Now that she was aware of it, the pressure seemed to be growing stronger by the second. She clenched her butt as hard as she could, but already she could tell it was a losing battle. Despite that, she still held on. She wouldn’t allow herself to give up, no matter how futile her struggle was. While Lyn focused on not messing herself, Jackie looked at the clock and sighed. Naptime was almost over, and she would soon have to get the Little back to her class. Her teacher would worry if one of their students was missing. She cast a longing look at the trembling girl, and giggled to herself as she heard a muffled toot. Jackie wavered for a moment, and then made a decision. This Little was too precious, and she was too invested to let her leave with an incomplete outfit. She’d just contact the teacher of her class and tell them that she had one of their charges. Reaching out with her watch, she scanned the Little’s face to pull up her information. Except nothing happened. Griping about the unreliability of the new wireless watches, she pulled out her tablet to scan again, yet still nothing happened. Jackie’s face filled with confusion. Every Little under their care was entered into their system. If this Little wasn’t a part of it… Jackie smiled. Lyn was too absorbed in her struggle to notice Jackie’s glee, so she was taken completely by surprise as she was lifted into the air. She almost lost control right then and there, but managed to just barely hold herself together. She gagged into her pacifier as Jackie’s hand inadvertently pushed her soggy diaper against her. She didn’t know where they were going, but Jackie’s cheshire smile did not bode well for whatever came next. Soon enough, they entered an office. Jackie briskly walked to the front desk and spoke to the receptionist. “Is Mr. Evans in?” The woman looked up from her computer. “Yes, but I wouldn’t disturb him now. He’s with that representative from NaturalStart he’s been talking about for the past month.” Jackie kept walking. “That’s what I’m counting on.” Lyn didn’t know how to react. She considered herself to be well educated on Little-centered companies, if for no other reason than morbid curiosity, but she’d never heard of NaturalStart. Maybe it was something new? Her thoughts were interrupted as her stomach cramped and she quickly refocused her attention on keeping herself clean. Heedless to the Little’s struggle, Jackie opened a door at the end of the hallway. Inside, a man and woman––presumably Mr. Evans and the NaturalStart representative––halted their conversation to appraise the newcomers. “Jackie, is this urgent? I’m in the middle of something.” Mr. Evans’ tone was calm, yet his irritation was still clear. Jackie hesitated, but pressed forward. “I know sir. It’s actually about that.” She turned to address the other person in the room. “Your company is looking for Littles, aren’t they, Miss…” The other woman in the room fully turned her seat around and affixed Lyn with an appraising gaze. “Natalie will do. And yes, we are looking for Littles, though your boss was informing me that this facility won’t be particularly helpful in that regard.” Mr. Evans jumped in. “Unfortunately so. All the Littles housed here are already adopted. The best you can hope for is the occasional stray that’s diapered and left with us by concerned citizens, but that is a rare occurrence.” Jackie smiled and gave Lyn a light nudge. “That’s exactly what I thought. It’s your lucky day. This little cutie isn’t in our system!” The small movement nearly caused Lyn to totally lose control, but with a huge effort of will she managed to hold on and position herself to where Jackie’s hand was directly over her bottom. She forced herself downwards as much as she could, wincing at the soggy dampness but knowing it was better than the alternative. Then she processed what everyone had said, and blanched. She couldn’t leave here! This was the only place where she had any contingencies planned. If she left, then she’d be done for. Natalie pursed her lips as she considered. “She is cute. What I would give to see that freckled face bobbing in a bouncer, sitting with a full belly of milk and an even fuller diaper…” Lyn struggled not to flinch at the naked hunger in her gaze, but after a moment the woman snapped out of it. “But I’m not here for me. NaturalStart is looking for untrained Littles. Fresh ones. I’m not sure if she meets those requirements, based on how calmly she’s sitting there.” Ok then, just keep acting docile, Lyn thought. Keep calm, and avoid messing yourself. You can do this. “Oh, I can confirm that she is most definitely not trained. You can’t see it now, but trust me. Her butt is as red as a tomato right now because of how naughty she was earlier.” Jackie gave her charge a shake for emphasis, and that small action caused her hand to move slightly to the side. Lyn’s eyes widened as she felt the brace against her bottom vanish. Her stomach cramped. She let loose a small toot, causing everyone’s eyes to turn towards her. She held on for a moment longer, and then it happened. Fueled by her first ever exposure to Little food, Lyn exploded into her diaper. Involuntarily shaking, she felt mush flow from her bottom only to be trapped in the padding around her waist. The tightness of the onesie ensured that she was aware of every bit of her mess as it spread across her backside and even to the front. After a final fart and squish, she laid limply back in the swamp of her creation. Her diaper gave a wet crinkle as she looked up at the others in the room. Maybe if she hadn’t just lost her empire, or come a hair's breadth away from mental regression, or been spanked for the first time in years, then she would have been able to keep it together. Maybe she could have plastered on a neutral face and pretended she was fine. Or maybe the act of messing herself in front of the amused Amazons would have been too much either way. Regardless, as Lyn caught a whiff of the mess she made and looked out to see everyone’s eyes on her, she broke. Heaving sobs wracked her body as tears fell freely down her cheeks. She struggled to push herself away from her diaper, but only managed to further spread her mess into each crevice of her privates. She reached up to cover her eyes, but with her hands still in mittens all she accomplished was smearing snot across her face. Jackie beamed and held the sobbing Little like a prize in front of her. “No further proof needed. What sort of trained Little would have such a reaction to a simple messy diaper?” Natalie had a soft smile on her face. “I believe you might be right. May I?” Jackie handed Lyn over to Natalie, who immediately set the small girl on her knee and started bouncing her up and down. “Oh, you are too precious! Did you make a present for your new owner just so that I would know how perfect you are?” Lyn responded with tearful blubbering. She cringed at each squish of her diaper and looked at her new captor with absolute despair. Natalie’s expression provided a stunning contrast. In the face of Lyn’s hopelessness, Natalie appeared utterly content. It was clear that to her, all was right in the world. “What’s her name?” Natalie asked Jackie. Jackie paused for a moment. “Huh. I’m not actually sure. It never came up.” “It doesn’t really matter. She’ll get a new one soon enough.” Lyn groaned in response, but Natalie gave a couple particularly aggressive bounces and she quieted down. “So there are no problems if I take this Little?” Natalie asked Mr. Evans. He paused for a moment, but Lyn knew better than to get her hopes up. Sure enough, he was no help. “As long as we’re compensated in the manner we discussed earlier. Though Jackie, I’m surprised. You didn’t want to adopt her yourself?” Jackie did her best to look humble. “I won’t lie, I considered it. But while I’m on the clock, my first responsibility is to this job. I just hope my dedication is noted when you select someone to take Carol’s job after she retires.” Lyn looked at Jackie, aghast. Her freedom, her entire life, was traded away for some promotion? Mr. Evans chuckled. “You can count on it, Jackie. And Natalie, if we ever have a similar situation I’ll make sure to give you a call. It was a pleasure doing business with you.” “Please, the pleasure was all mine.” Natalie reached down to grab what looked like a large box, but she unfastened a clip to reveal the sides swung out. Inside was a car seat. “Alright sweetie, let’s get going.” Lyn looked at her new owner in shock. She was going to be strapped into a carseat in a box? More importantly, she wasn’t going to get changed first? Both her questions were answered when Natalie lifted her towards the container. Lyn tried to resist, thrashing as hard as she could, but it was useless. Natalie grasped her limbs and manhandled them one by one into restraints with contemptuous ease. She looked at Lyn sitting spread-eagle beneath her, and a glint entered her eyes. She fastened a clasp across Lyn’s waist and met the Little’s eyes as she grabbed the final strap beneath her crotch. Moving with deliberate care, Natalie raised the strap across Lyn’s diaper and buckled it into her waist. It hung loosely in the air, but Natalie reached out and slowly began to pull. Lyn moaned behind her pacifier as the strap became tighter and tighter, squishing her mess further against her skin. With a final tug, Natalie finished and patted the distraught Little’s head. “Good girl. Now, let’s go.” “Bye bye baby! Enjoy your new life!” Jackie called out. Lyn frantically shook her head at Natalie, but the Amazon just tittered the same way she would at a child making a pouty face. “Oh, you are going to be in for so many treats.” With that she shut the cage, leaving Lyn with only the company of darkness, silence, and a very messy diaper. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Honestly, Chapter 2 is where things get fun. I figured I might as well post that right away too. Let me know what you think!

Chapter 1: Escape Crime is a dangerous way to make a living. In most cases, the payoff isn’t worth the risk, especially when it’s a small-time gig. Rob a gas station and you’ll probably only get a stay in prison. Break into a house for a TV and you’re likely to get shot for your trouble. It took either a very desperate or very stupid person to pursue petty crime as a career. Lyn wasn’t desperate, and she certainly wasn’t stupid. Yet she was still very much a criminal. By process of elimination, that only left one option. Lyn was a career criminal, and a damn good one at that. There are two ways one can be a career criminal. The first is through legal avenues, going into stock trading or politics. The second is the illegal way, gangs and the black market. Lyn was the second kind. Specifically, smuggling. Strangely enough, the illegal route was the less risky option for her. Technically the only option. See, Lyn was a Little. In Catalon. In that country, Littles could either turn to crime or cross their fingers and hope they find a mommy who changed them more than once a day. Any Little worth their salt stayed as far away from Catalon as they could. In fact, if any Little knew that Lyn had chosen to base her operations there they would call her insane. They would say she was all but asking for an Amazon to adopt her. Lyn didn’t see it that way. Where others saw danger, she saw opportunity. The Amazons’ perception of Littles was something she could use, that she could exploit. And exploit she did. Seven times she had almost been cornered, either by the government or a rival organization. Each time, she had a specially programmed robonanny walk her out the door dressed in a thick diaper and pink onesie. She had never gotten a second glance. That was why she always set up shop near a nursery, so there was always cover for her to melt into. It had taken seventeen long years, but Lyn had become one of the most powerful crime lords in Catalon. The Vipress. In the beginning it was thrilling. Scamming the Amazons from right under their noses. Her underlings communicating in the most respectful tones possible, not knowing they were speaking to someone half their height. Having so much money that she didn’t know what to do with it all. It was like a drug. At some point over the years though, the thrill went away. She completed a job and felt nothing. She slipped away from those who would see her fail, but instead of being happy, she just felt annoyed to be dressed in a baby costume. So, Lyn embarked on the trickiest job she had ever attempted in her life of crime. Getting out of it. She had been working on a plan for months, and her efforts were almost at an end. Once more, she looked over the desk in front of her. One side had everything she needed to start her new life. A Libertalian passport and birth certificate, the deed to her new house, and the accounts for all her assets. Enough for her to live extravagantly for a dozen lifetimes. On the other side was a little gift she had prepared. Over the years, she had made connections in nearly every part of the private, public, and criminal sectors of Catalon. The things she had discovered would have kept her up at night were she a regular Little, and even she caught herself wincing at times. Some of the things they had planned for how to get more Littles––not just from other dimensions, but also free Little countries––were terrifying. Those documents would be sealed in an envelope and delivered straight to the Libertalian government. They wouldn’t be able to address everything, but it was one last way for Lyn to screw over the Amazons. And then she would be done. She sighed and leaned back in her chair. “Everything alright Boss?” She looked over at the man who had spoken. Clive was her muscle. Her confidant. He had been there for her since day one, and without his unwavering (and blind) loyalty she never would have gotten off the ground. When she had to go out in public, he was her Daddy, though both of them knew who wore the pants in their relationship. Figuratively, at least. “I’m fine. Been a long day. Long life, really. I’ll be glad to leave it behind. But still, there is a part of me that doesn’t know if I should.” Clive nodded as though he understood and went back to staring imposingly at the door. Lyn moved back to her paperwork, but hesitated. “Clive, what are you going to do after this?” Clive’s brow furrowed. “Whaddya’ mean Boss?” “After-” she gestured across her desk, “-all this ends. What are you going to do? You won’t be tied to crime anymore, and I’ve given you enough money so that you can do pretty much anything you want.” Clive’s face cleared up. “Oh, I’m going to adopt a Little for myself.” Lyn paused for a second, then continued with a note of warning in her voice. “Are you serious? Why?” Clive smiled, oblivious to the tension. “Well I’ve always wanted a Little one of my own, but it always seemed disrespectful to do it while I worked for you. You’re not really a Little, you’re the Boss. Even when you have to get up in your costume and look all cute, it’s still not right. If you’re leaving though, then that’s what I’m gonna do.” Clive looked over and, seeing the incredulous look on her face, quickly added, “Besides, I think I’d be a good daddy. Some Littles are happy, you know. I’d be nice to mine.” Lyn paused. It was true. Clive was far from the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he was kind. It was hard to find people like that in this business. Compared to most Amazons in Catalon, he would be parent of the year. After a long time, she spoke. “I hope you find a Little who makes you happy, Clive. I hope it goes well.” Clive beamed but Lyn continued. “That said, if you put your Little through any surgeries or hypnosis…” “No no no,” Clive said. “That’s mean. I only hurt the bad guys who try to fight me. Littles can’t fight. They’re helpless. ‘Sides you of course, Boss.” Lyn shook her head, though it was mostly from bemusement. “Sometimes I don’t quite get you, Clive.” Before he could respond, a soft ding came from the doorway and both of them snapped towards it. The sound played when the entrance to this wing of the floor was opened. “We don’t have any visitors today, do we Boss?” Lyn got up from her chair. “Not planned at least. Go check it-” The door burst open and Clive moved in front of her, weapon raised. The figure raised his hands up in surrender. “It’s me, it’s me!” Lyn laid a calming hand on Clive’s side before looking up at the newcomer. “Oscar, what’s going on? Who’s at the door?” Oscar was sweating, but managed to speak. “On the camera it looks like Spalvodi’s men. At least eight. I raised the barriers, but I give you five minutes tops before they get through.” Shit! Now? She was five days away from leaving and someone was trying to take her out now? Things were supposed to be quiet. None of the gangs had made any movements for months. There was no time to think about that at the moment though. “Oscar, get those documents on my desk and burn them. I can get more. Clive, come on. I’m dropping down to the nursery below us.” She moved forward, but everyone else was still. “Clive?” He stood in place for a second, an expression of surprise on his face, before he fell backward to reveal Oscar standing with a silenced pistol in his hand. Before she could move, Oscar pointed it straight at her. “Hold it right there boss, don’t want this to accidentally go off.” Fuck, fuck, fuck! Clive was dead. She was alone and trapped. She should have seen this coming. Oscar was good at his job, but only when someone was giving him instructions every step of the way. She had thought the sizable salary she paid him would keep him in line, but apparently his ambition overrode his common sense. There was still a way out of this though, even Oscar wouldn’t be stupid enough to actually ally with Spalvodi. If it was just him, she could negotiate, find a way- The door opened. Heart sinking to her toes, she was proven wrong for the second time that day. Spalvodi was there, flanked by two men on either side. A broad grin split his face, and he puffed on a lit cigar. Cocky prick, Lyn thought. He removed the cigar from his mouth. “Vipress! Or should I say Lyn? One of your boys was kind enough to invite me over. It’s so good to see you!” Lyn’s mind raced while she tried to think of an angle, something she could use. “Spalvodi. Nice to finally meet in person. What can I do for you?” He took a long drag and blew out three smoke rings. “Well see, my new friend Oscar informed me that there was a gross lapse in management over here. As I am a charitable man, I came by to offer my services in rectifying this problem.” She couldn’t make a break for it. The door was guarded, and Oscar was still by her getaway passage under the desk. “A problem? That’s news to me.” Spalvodi walked across the room and peered at the papers on her desk. “News to me too! It came as quite the shock. Imagine, there I am sitting in my office, when I get a call. It’s one of the Vipress’ men, and oh boy. The tale he spun. First of all, he says there’s an undiapered Little in Catalon. A serious issue in its own right. But Oscar, Oscar tells me it’s worse than that. He says that very same Little is the one and only Vipress, the biggest pain in my ass for the past twelve years. Can you believe it?” “No.” He actually laughed at that. “You know, I didn’t either. Until I saw some pictures. News reels of failed gang busts by the government, and in the corner of each story is a Little girl held in the arms of a nanny bot, blending in with the crowd. And then Oscar shows me a photo of that very same Little, sitting at a desk and gloating after one of my shipments mysteriously disappears. I’m a tough man to convince, but what can I say? Oscar put in the work.” Oscar chose that moment to butt in. “You’re such an idiot, boss. Always thinking you’re better than everyone else. You’re just a Little. The closest you’ve come to actually doing something right is when you have to dress up in a diaper, and even then you mess it up by trying to pretend you’re an adult after. Well now I’ll get to be in charge, and with Spalvodi we’re going to run this organization better than you ever could.” God damn it. Oscar was the head of a small street group when Lyn found him. The only reason he had amounted to anything was because of her, and she had planned to give him enough resources to do whatever he wanted when she was gone. But no, the arrogance of Amazons had no bounds. Even after all she’d done, Oscar just saw her as someone who had cheated their way out of diapers. Spalvodi absentmindedly responded as he flipped through her files. “Yeah, we’ve got quite the reward coming for Oscar. Show ‘em.” In a single motion, one of his goons pulled out a gun and shot Oscar. Lyn watched without surprise. “I’ll give each of you $500,000 and a new job if you do the same thing to Spalvodi right now.” Three of the men just looked at her, while the fourth spat to the side. “Shut up, Little.” Well, so much for that idea. All that was left was the desk. She’d have to be quick, and she’d have to move out immediately after. Now that her secret was out, nowhere in Catalon was safe. All she needed was a clear path to the chute… As though the universe heard her prayers, Spalvodi moved to look at her bookshelf by the window. He began to talk, and Lyn slowly moved towards escape. “I must confess, it’s been a real tough decision on what I’m gonna do to you. On the one hand, it’s a risk to give you a chance to run free. Who knows if you still have other connections out there? Maybe if you had a bit of time, you’d be able to round up a crew and start again. One day you might even come back as a threat! It’d be easiest to send you the way of Clive and Oscar, a one bullet ticket straight to the next life.” She was a foot away when he stopped and turned around. Throwing caution to the wind, she leapt forward and slammed the hidden button on the side of her desk. Mechanical arms sprung from the ground, wrapping Lyn in a protective embrace. She looked up at Spalvodi’s face, hoping to catch his expression as he watched her escape to safety. To her confusion, Spalvodi wore a satisfied smirk as she met his gaze. With a sinking feeling, she noticed that the arms weren’t moving at all, and she couldn’t get free no matter how hard she struggled. One of the arms reached out and placed a pacifier in her mouth, fastening it behind her head. “And then on the other hand, I remembered what I was dealing with. A Little. Someone so helpless that they didn’t even realize when one of their most trusted lieutenants turned traitor. Someone who allowed their only form of escape to be hacked. Someone who is just. A. Fool.” With each sentence he had gotten closer and closer, and by the end he was standing right next to her. She froze in the middle of her struggle and looked up at him fearfully. He was so much bigger than her, and she had never felt more vulnerable. Unwillingly, she felt the beginning of tears prick her eyes. This was how it would end? “So, I’m not going to kill you. That’d be showing too much respect! No, I’ll send you right off to where you want to go. The nursery. Because ultimately, that’s all it takes to keep your kind in line.” He knelt down, still dwarfing her in height, and reached forward to take hold of her chin. “Honestly, you’re going to do a much better job at being a Little than you ever did playing at this crime gig. I mean look at you! Wavy red hair, freckles, baby blue eyes, and utterly pinchable cheeks. Do you have dimples? I’ll bet you do.” Lyn tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip and forced her to look at his eyes. “You’re an Amazon mommy’s wet dream. After a little bit of reprogramming, which I took care to lay out myself, you’ll be perfect.” Lyn’s blood ran cold. Regression was a Little’s worst nightmare, something that was impossible to come back from. After a long stare, he pulled his hand away. “You should really be thanking me. If word got out that the fearsome Vipress was actually a Little, your entire reputation would be ruined. I’ll at least spread the word that you went down valiantly, a fearsome opponent to the end. Of course, we’ll both know the truth.” Spalvodi stood and looked back over her desk. “Oscar was half right though. I am going to use this better than you ever could have. If you were still going to have a brain in that head of yours after tomorrow, I’d tell you to watch the news for me.” He shrugged. “But that isn’t your concern anymore. Have a nice life, Vipress. I know whoever adopts you will.” And with that, he pulled out a remote, pressed a button, and Lyn was whisked away. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Hello everyone! Figured I'd do the author's note at the end. I was browsing through some stories on this site when a question crossed my mind. What ever happened to the nice, simple stories where the main character merely exists to be put in diapers? Nowadays, it seems like authors are taking the time to actually develop their characters, giving them complex personalities and compelling relationships with others. Horrifying. Makes it dreadfully difficult to have a quick fun time before bed when I find myself actually invested in the story. I decided to be the change I want to see in the world, and created this. (Side note: This was only after I spent a few months and several dozen pages trying to write one of those high-class stories. I eventually decided it might be a bit much to start with, so I switched gears.) This is the first story I've written, and I would love to hear people's thoughts on it. I'll post the other chapters at a decent pace, and I should have the story finished sometime in August. I hope you enjoy! P.S. If someone could let me know how to update the title of a topic, I'd appreciate it.