Star Voyager

I'd wanted to touch up the epilogues a little more, but last night I accidentally spilt a bit of water on my keybaord and today the laptop wasn't turning on (hopefully it dries out soon and still works) so i'm using an old backup laptop that's not sa good, so for now i'm just gonna post the epilogues. I really hope you enjoy them and if you've stuck around for this long than you truly have my thanks and appreciation. -------------------- Epilogue Maria -------------------- The obvious choice had to be Maria, right? Even if she seemed to think Cammy was a toddler, she didn’t manipulate her into wearing locked padded mittens, force her to wet herself by not stopping at a restroom in time, and most importantly she (usually) actually listened to her when saying that she did or didn’t want to do something. After a minor panic she was able to remember the apartment’s number and Maria quickly answered. “Cammy, is everything alright? My phone remembers your info from when you called to ask about the rent, but I didn’t think you’d call here unless it was something important. Don’t worry sweetie, whatever’s wrong I’m sure mommy can fix it.” She said. The actual words made Cammy wonder if this was a good choice, but the genuine tone that seemed worlds apart form the daycare worker’s made her feel like things would be okay. She told maria what had happened and was quickly bombarded with supportive comments and assurance that it would be okay. Maria even refused to get off of the phone until she’d arrived, picking Cammy up and snuggling her tight as she carried her out to the car. She blushed heavily as she was buckled snugly into a carseat and given apple juice for if she got thirsty, all for a 90 second ride. Cammy truly felt infantile being carried up to Maria’s room holding a sippy cup, though she couldn’t deny that being carried was easier than walking, especially with her poofy diaper. Cammy’s first thought was that Maria’s apartment resembled the daycare, or more accurately that it looked like a mature business had looted a daycare and hid the evidence in her previously tidy and expensive house. The furniture clearly meant for adults was high end and expertly crafted, juxtaposed by the primary colored plastic of the fisher price seats, chairs, and playsets. The open pantry was filled mostly with baby food, baked goods ingredients, and a few bottles of laxatives and diuretics. Cammy thought she would feel more open with Maria, and be confident enough to ask for certain rights or decline things she didn’t want to do, but between her recent lack of confidence and Maria’s matter-of-factness made it difficult. Regardless it was important to try. “Um, maria? How long until I’m ready to try potty training.” She asked, trying to phrase it in a way that would make Maria proud of her ambition rather than disappointed in her trying to act adult. The brown haired Amazon continued to work in the kitchen, completely ignoring Cammy, and in response she called out again. “Don’t worry sweetie, your food is aaalmost ready!” She said to Cammy’’s confusion. “W-what? No, that’s not what I—“ But she was shut up by the nipple of a bottle of milk that had been in the fridge. (and was hopefully formula) and for the rest of the day she was completely ignored. From asking if she could eat something that was actually solid to saying that she could feed herself she was never given a response. She even said that barney sucked after sitting through ten minutes of an episode, trying to get a rise out of Maria, but she simply said “My baby’s getting fussy! I guess it’s time for a nap.” Before carrying into her into her crib, where she would spend three hours not being tired before finally falling asleep. “Well, if there’s one thing I’ve learned.—“ She said, shaking a rattle for the very, very slight amount of boredom it alleviated. “— It’s that next time I choose to act up it should be after four PM…” She said, finally feeling drowsy enough to let out a yawn. The next morning she had an idea. One that would hurt her pride while giving Cammy an opportunity to prove that Maria was only pretending, and possibly a chance to guilt trip maria about doing it. She climbed slowly down the massive stairs (Her apartment had been a bit closer to Betweener sized, so she was just barely able to step up them, but not with these.) Looking up into Maria’s patient smile and brown eyes, she fought through her embarrassment and spoke her line. “Mama, Potty twainin?” She said in the most innocent sounding voice she could make. Maria’s face lit up and she scooped Cammy into her arms for a tight hug. “Awwwwww, my precious little Cammy can talk! That’s just the cutest! You’re much too young to use the potty just yet, but any time that you feel like you have to go, you just tell me and I’ll take you, okay?” She said excitedly. “I knew you could hear me! Why were you pretending you couldn’t?!” She shouted, but again Maria seemed suddenly hard of hearing, and with a quiet sigh she simply replied. “Otay, Mumah.” The next few days passed by slowly. The only time camilla ended up saying anything was when she was about to fill her diaper, but she stopped talking when Maria began setting her on the toilet without removing her diaper and then praising her for ‘using the potty’. “If my little Camcam is talkative enough to say ‘cookies for breakfast’, maybe a special someone will make it happen~” Maria said one morning, pulling a tray of hot chocolate chip cookies from the oven. After four days of nothing but milk, baby food, apple sauce, and a single snack of dry cheerios Cammy viewed some fresh cookies as if it were a million bucks. “I want cookies for breakfast!” She said, and Maria began to whistle while looking away. “Please just give me a cookie!” She shouted as maria began packing them up into a plastic tub. “Mumma!! ‘ookies fow bwekfass!!” She yelled and immediately she was given a plate of three large cookies. “My baby is so smart! Once you’re done with those you’ll have to brush your teeth, and then you can try using the potty again, I know you like trying to be a big girl.” She said. Over the next few weeks Cammy became a lot chattier, as Maria always seemed to have something worth asking for, be it an early diaper change, some decent food, or a chance to watch something aimed at people older than three. From overhearing phone calls and discussions with the occasional guest, Cammy learned a lot more about Maria’s motivations and beliefs: She definitely wasn’t malicious, and all of her actions towards Littles were made with their safety and (eventual) happiness in mind. That said, she also happened to believe that all littles were destined for nothing more than a cushy life as someone’s toddler, and as she thought, once they’d gotten used to it, it would make them happier than struggling through a life they weren’t meant for, which meant she’d need to take it upon herself to rescue littles from their own attempts at maturity. Though knowing all that didn’t stop Cammy from falling prey to her methods and becoming a perfect example of what Maria believed littles to be. By the time six months of Cammy’s new life had passed there hadn’t been a word in weeks that maria couldn’t understand perfectly, and she’d already stopped offering incentives! Now that she was in the right mindset to speak like someone who had yet to go to preschool, it wasn’t difficult to isntill other fitting behaviors in the adorable Little. Cammy was already quite malleable, but it still helped to do things like making her accustomed to falling asleep from a bedtime story, or changing her when she was still clean to convince her that she didn’t realize she’d had an accident. While Maria considered Cammy’s transformation into her cute near-infant daughter a success (and it mostly was), there was one way that Cammy used to sometimes feel grown up again, and she did it to pass the time whenever maria wasn’t around. It’d been multiple years since Camilla had gone on a date of any kind, humping her diaper (or her pillow, or a stuffed animal) felt even better than she remembered it. She did wish that the diaper tapes were weaker so that she could compare with the traditional method (And only that reason, being too immature to care about potty training anymore.), but if she couldn’t reach her hands in, and the diaper was too thick to press the outside, she was left with one choice. Not that she really minded, and it was really only when Maria was busy, but it still beat most of the shows or coloring books she sometimes enjoyed. In the end there really wasn’t much to complain about for life as Maria’s daughter. As long as you could adjust to being treated like a two year old (which Cammy apparently could) you had nothing to worry about… Fin. -------------------- Epilogue Jessica -------------------- After debating with herself for as long as she could, it seemed that Jessica would be the best choice. Veronica would be by far the cruelest and Maria would treat her like a newborn, and that’s if she was even interested in Cammy now that she’d finished encouraging her regression. By comparison Jessica seemed to focus heavily on whoever could help her the most, and Cammy’s deduction was that she’d likely ignore her for the most part, possibly letting her roam around the house unchecked whenever Jessica was working. With that in mind he dialed her number and explained the situation. “Hmm… I don’t know that I really need a little, but I did turn 25 this year and people may think I’m irresponsible or weird if I go much longer without having a little of my own… Alright, I’ll come down and sign the paperwork later tonight.” She said as Cammy breathed a sigh of relief. Before she knew it she was being dragged up the stairs and to her former office. Her shortalls were replaced with a small sundress that did nothing to hide her diaper as she was paraded around. “C-can we go home now?” Cammy asked, tired of being looked down on (literally and figuratively) by amazons all day. She did at least feel a small bit of relief knowing that there was no longer any risk that one of them would adopt her if she accidentally said or did something incriminating. “Hmmm… I’d planned to stay another hour and get some work done. But I suppose that if you show my nice coworkers that you know how to use your diaper, I can head home early.” She said as she looked expectantly to her new daughter. Cammy’s mouth opened and closed repeatedly as she struggled between angrily complaining, politely asking not to, and staying silent. Eventually though she closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself on the potty. Shortly after that everyone could hear a quiet hissing coming from her diaper as everyone began to jokingly theorize how she was even able to keep her job for this long without getting adopted, with everyone eventually settling on the idea that Julia pitied her too much to fire her until now. “I guess I should be headed home, the ankle biter gets cranky if she’s kept up too late and I should drop her at the daycare before she misses any more sleep.” Jessica said calmly, beginning to walk to the elevator. Cammy’s plan was almost good, but she underestimated one thing: Jessica’s lazyness. “T-the daycare? I thought we were going home? You said you’d take us home!” She shouted. Spending an afternoon in the day care wasn’t too bad, but spending a night there, and every night after, indefinitely? “I guess I did say that, didn’t I? What I meant was I’m going back to my cozy two story house, and you’re going to the daycare where all the tots go.” She said, and her tone was firm enough that Cammy didn’t feel safe arguing about it, something that was uncommon for her when Jessica was involved. “I bet you figured the daycare was mostly for holding employees that are no longer mature enough to work, huh? It’s good for that too, but plenty of employees use it for their kids instead of hiring a sitter, and it’s not uncommon for some employees to be so slammed with work that they don’t pick them up for months at a time~” She said as they waited for the elevator to stop on the daycare floor. Jessica signed Cammy in as a new resident and made her way out, a very pleased look on her face. “You’re back!~ I think you’re really gonna like it here, there’s lots to do and you’ve always—“ Cammy stopped paying attention to the overactive woman and looked around, but there was nothing to see but bright colors and posters of basic information that she learned in pre-school. “You got here pretty late, you must be sleepy. Most of the other kids are already in their cribs, so we’ll have to be quiet, okay? That means no yelling or stomping.” She said, leading Cammy to an admittedly comfortable looking crib with a pink mattress and a dozen stuffed animals. The overhead bars were latched on and she was left alone with her thoughts. She quickly fell into a daily routine that made for an at least somewhat enjoyable time in the daycare: First she woke up in her crib, before climbing out and asking for a diaper change. If the employee was one of the nice ones they’d change her into a diaper with a similar thickness, and if not they’d simply put a second diaper over her first. Her three meals would be breakfast, lunch, and supper. Breakfast was usually decent, some sweet-ish oatmeal and some fruit, while lunch was nearly always awful as the rude employee from her first day was scheduled to supervise the Cafeteria during that time and unless you were incredibly lucky, she’d notice you and forcibly direct you into the baby food line. Dinner was hit or miss, either pizza, spaghetti (with or without a fork depending on the server) or apple sauce and formula. Between meals she would try to either watch TV, draw, or play with the more mature kids. She learned how nice and calming a pacifier could be from the other Littles, and with a 25/75 chance of actually getting someone to remove her diaper for the training potty, her continence was slipping every week. Six months passed like this as Cammy settled into her role and grew used to her life, only leaving the daycare every six weeks or so when Jessica’s current Little workhorse ended up in the daycare and she needed to scare the new employee into submission. One of Jessica’s former victims ended up being the first disruption to Cammy’s new life. On an otherwise normal day she had been drawing a picture of a car when someone shouted to her. “Hey, don’t try to eat any of those crayons. A real adult would know that, but with you I can’t be sure.” Camilla whipped her head around to see a brown haired, vaguely familiar little wearing a pink ballet outfit and a large diaper. She looked very annoyed and winced slightly as she sat down, a quiet squelch accompanying the action. Camilla didn’t like this girl’s voice even apart from her rude tone, and it took a moment to realize why: After months of almost all of her interaction being from either upbeat, childish littles or the chipper, hyperactive daycare attendant she’d grown accustomed to being patronized, and this tone unnerved her. “Um, d-did I do something to annoy you?” Cammy asked cautiously, feeling her diaper get a bit warmer from the stress of confrontation, especially after not having any real worries in months. “Yeah, you did. On my first day of work the amazon sitting across from me brings in some snot nosed diaper filling baby who prances around the office without a care in the world, and then says “This is how the last employee turned out, if you don’t want to join her you’d better do what I say”.” “But! I found out that you were acting on Jessica’s orders, pretending to be a stupid little baby, and trying to scare me into doing anything Jessica said. Well you got what you wanted, and now I’m here.” Cammy was taken aback. It was true that she’d been made to put on an act of being a perfectly behaved naive toddler, so what this girl was saying was mostly true, but it wasn’t as if she’d wanted this to happen. “J-jessica forced me to do most of those thi—“ “But did you try to resist? Did you tell her to shove it and put your foot down?” The girl asked, to which Cammy nervously shook her head. “There you go. Obeying an order out of fear is almost as bad as doing something yourself, and I’m gonna make up for it by getting a lot of enjoyment out of you. My name is kayla, and you’re going to remember it.” She said with a smile. From then on was moderately more annoying. For the first week or so, Kayla’s ‘enjoyment’ came from genuinely mean tricks which the workers never seemed to be around to notice, and her favorite one was to re lock Cammy’s crib before she woke up and getting her to do numerous things just to be let out. From agreeing to tell a worker that she wanted to be changed less often, to putting on locked padded mittens that Kayla had the key for, to even being forced to say ‘I fucking hate baby food’ to the lunchtime employee. (It was a few weeks before she could sleep on her back again.) But eventually she worked off most of her anger and her tricks turned to mostly harmless pranks like writing ‘stinkybutt’ on her diaper in crayon or sneaking some laxative into her morning juice, something she didn’t even notice until Kayla bragged about it later on. Overall choosing Jessica worked out pretty well, even if she didn’t actually end up seeing much of her unless there was a new employee that she had to scare into submission. Kayla was adopted by a higher up in the company who worked late every night, so she was in the daycare more often than not, and the two eventually became close friends, though that didn’t stop her from being a prankster. Fin. ------------------------------ Epilogue Veronica ------------------------------ After debating with herself for as long as she could, it seemed that Veronica would somehow be the best choice, and for one simple reason: She was irresponsible and careless. Maria would treat her like an infant and keep a close eye on her, while Jessica would likely strut her around the office and have a tight leash on her, but veronica seemed likely to stay out until 2AM clubbing, and probably be too drunk to notice if Cammy was gone. A part of her felt as though she was betraying herself as the numbers were punched in, but eventually Veronica answered the phone. She knew she didn’t need to call at all to have Veronica adopt her, but for the sake of her pride she wanted to explain that it was not her choice to be adopted. “Wait really? Hell yea I’ll take you! Being the first of my friends to have my own Little, and I can just get Maria to keep changing you, this’ll be awesome!~” She said, a sudden pit forming in Cammy’s stomach as she wondered if she’d made a terrible mistake. In what felt like no time at all she’d been picked up, walked all the way home (while being forced to hold hands) and into Veronica’s room. “Y’know, as much as I love calling you my baby sister, you’re my actual baby now~ And you’re way too young to be my sibling.” She said. “You were older than me back when you were an adult, and now you’re my cute, helpless, diaper-filling baby.” She said with a boop on Cammy’s nose for emphasis. With bright red cheeks and no idea how to respond, she was led into what would be her room from now on. Surprisingly she was actually given a bed, though she wasn’t entirely sure if it was any better than a plain crib… The sheets and pillows were bright pink like the rest of the room, while the headboard spelled ‘Princess’ in glittery letters. “Yeah, I’ve been preparing this for a while. You amazed? Oh! It’s not an adoption party without some cake, do you want a slice?” She asked, and Cammy accepted, not seeing anything wrong with some cake (though it’s not as if she had a choice either way.) Veronica pulled a slice for each of them from the counter, grabbing herself a fork and lifting cammy up to the table. It took cammy a moment to realize why she wasn’t given a fork too. She sighed loudly and began to eat as neatly as possible, though veronica had made it quite the challenge, as she’d seemingly picked the most frosting loaded cake available, with melted chocolate in the middle and the entire thing left un-refrigerated so everything was slightly melted. It did taste good… But that was about the only nice thing about the meal. She scooped up bits of cake with her bare hands, trying her best to stay clean, but it’s not as if she could wipe her face as then her hands would just be dirty. By the time their meal was over, Cammy’s face was covered with chocolate, there were small chunks of cake stuck to her overalls, and there was even vanilla icing on her diaper. Veronica was highly amused and paused every few bites to laugh, at least until she got a bit too carried away and her eyes shot open as she pressed a hand against her crotch and ran to the bathroom. As soon as veronica is out of the room Cammy uses the opportunity to quietly and carefully get down from her chair. ‘I figured she’d be the easiest one to escape from, but I didn’t think it would happen this fast~ And I even got to see the high and mighty Veronica piss herself!” She thought, running for the door. She made it within a few feet of the front door before being yanked back by one of the straps of her overalls. “Where do you think you’re going? You running off to Maria to get me in trouble for not staying dry? I am not getting another fucking spanking, and I know just how to keep you from snitching on me.” She said. Despite the fear and eventually annoyance that she felt as Veronica reached into a box and pulled out a locking pacifier, Cammy made sure to note that Maria has been on Veronica’s case about her maturity. After that she was sent to bed, falling asleep somewhat early and not even bothering to ask veronica when she felt the need to pee, opting instead to soak her diaper and have it changed tomorrow. “I’ve told you at least a dozen times, you need to put more effort into keeping your pants dry if you want to be like me.” Maria’s voice echoed from another room, rousing Cammy from her deep sleep. She rubbed her eyes and hopped out of bed, eager to see what was going on. As she approached the door she became aware of a loud, repetitive slapping sound that she’d been on the receiving end of once before. “You’re not like Cammy, you can’t just give up and accept a life in diapers! You’re a betweener, and as such you have the ability to rise to the level of an amazon or sink down to that of a Little, and I truly want you to succeed at the former, okay?” She said, and Veronica nodded, her face slightly wet. Maria offered to do Veronica’s laundry and surprisingly she denied, likely wanting to not feel immature after what just happened. She also finally noticed Cammy’s head poking out of the doorway as Maria was leaving, and it was kind of cute how she was trying to look threatening while blushing so much. “One word outta you and you’re not getting changed today.” Veronica said, and Cammy tried to wipe the smirk from her face. To release her frustrations, Veronica ended up spanking Cammy herself over some minor infraction that they both knew was made up. Sitting on Veronica’s lap with her diaper temporarily off gave her chills, but when the swats finally came, she was caught off guard by how much lighter they were than maria’s, even thinking that maria’s diaper-on spanking was worse than this. That didn’t stop it from stinging pretty bad, and she’d definitely need to avoid sitting down where possible, but it wasn’t making her bawl like Maria’s did. After fifteen swats (which she assumed was a few more than what Maria gave veronica) she was allowed to hop down, and veronica picked up her diaper to put it back on. “Hey! You could at least change me if you’re gonna have to tape me up again anyways…” Cammy said, pouting. To her surprise, Veronica actually seemed to listen and grabbed a new diaper along with something else: A few small capsules. Cammy was set on the changing table and the capsules were slid into her butt and she bit her lip as she realized what they were., but there was no point arguing at this point… Afterwords she was dropped into a playpen under the pretense of playtime, but it quickly turned into an excruciating hour of Cammy clutching her stomach and slowly failing to keep her pants clean. “That’s so you don’t go thinking you’re more mature than me just cuz Maria got on my case one time.The only reason she does that anyways is because Betweeners are actually capable of keeping hteir maturity, so she holds me to a higher standard than you.” After that rant (and a few pictures) Cammy was left alone in the 5’ tall pen, where she decided that she needed to get her revenge. She stacked a few children’s books together and climbed over the wall. Slinking across the living room she searched the apartment, eventually finding the bathroom and heading in. She found it both amusing and relieving that Veronica had put night-lights in most of her rooms, but she didn’t have time to focus on it as she fiddled with the knob so that she could lock it without being inside. If she couldn’t use the bathroom, neither of them could. Afterwords she made her way back to the pen and waited patiently, flinching as she sat down and remembered what had happened before she left. Time passed somewhat slowly, but after a few hours of building large block towers and knocking them down, veronica walked out of her room and towards the bathroom with her tattoos on full display. Littles were often barred from tattoo parlors as many Amazon considered it inhumane to non vitally use needles on people who (they assume) have low pain tolerance. She turned the handle and quickly began to freak out, pounding on the door before spinning around and demanding to know what Cammy had done. “I habbn done nubhin.” She said happily through her gag. Veronica quickly dialed Maria and told her to bring her keys. It took about ten minutes for her to arrive, with Veronica spending that time glaring at the innocent-looking Cammy and pressing a hand to the crotch of her black skinny jeans. Maria unlocked the door and Veronica sped inside. Cammy was disappointed that her plan didn’t amount to anything until, after a few minutes of Veronica loudly fumbling with her extra tight pants, they both heard the unmistakable sound of liquid hitting cloth, followed by a quiet dripping. What followed was at first a kind reassurance that it wasn’t the end of the world, followed by the news that veronica would be downgraded to diapers until she had a full day without accidents. “No, I’ll take another spanking, just don’t make me wear them!… It’s not even my fault, Cammy somehow locked the door while I wasn’t looking!” She yelled in defence. Maria stopped, frowned, and stopped trying to diaper Veronica while her pants were already down. “Firstly, you shouldn’t make excuses.” She said, turning veronica onto her back and getting into position to start spanking. “Second, I highly doubt that Camilla would play such a trick on you, she’s always been very kind to me.” She continued, quickly doling out powerful, effective slaps to each of Veronica’s cheeks. She stayed silent until the spanking was done and veronica’s butt was red from the impact and her face was red from crying. “And finally, even if that were true, it would be just as bad as a good parent would never leave her unsupervised long enough for that to happen.” She said as the white diaper with smiley face patterns was snugly taped on. Veronica still fully blamed Cammy for the incident, and her mood was made worse when she realized there was no way she’d be able to go clubbing while wearing her diaper and smelling like baby powder. Knowing exactly who to blame, she dug out a somewhat convincing girl scout uniform and a small pamphlet. Her punishment was to go through the entire apartment floor, introduce herself, and spend a few minutes explaining some made up information about her ‘troop’. The first few doors were okay, the Amazons saw her as very cute and asked if she’d like to come in for some cookies (to which she shyly said no), although she was a bit sad when a Little opened the door and seemed scared of her, as if she expected Cammy to abduct her and bring her to a mommy. Cammy couldn’t use the time to escape as she could see Maria at her desk, and she began dreading the final house she’d be going to (the one right across from Veronica’s) once she actually read the pamphlet she was holding, but once there was no one else left she needed to get it over with. “H-hi Miss! I’m Cammy, and I’m here from the local troop to —“ She said, beginning to squat down without pausing her speech; the note specifically said that she should make it look like she’s not even aware anything is going on. There was no chance that Veronica wouldn’t be looking through the keyhole, so she had no choice but to obey. “—Tell you how fun it is to be a scout, and make sure you know that it’s very good for a little to—“ She grunted quietly and tried to keep talking as she filled her pampers right in front of the amused, kindhearted looking Amazon. Cammy was luckily able to wrap things up soon after and waddled her way carefully back to Veronica’s, where her ‘mother’ couldn’t stop laughing and promised to change her “When I feel like it.” For the next week or so the cat and mouse game continued, with Cammy trying to continue Veronica’s regression, Maria stepping in, and Veronica punishing Cammy. At first it was just to finally get a bit of payback with the ruthless Betweener, but eventually she figured that she could sneak away one of the times that Veronica was being punished if she had a bit of good luck. One morning while the two were sitting in the living room in messy diapers (Veronica waiting for maria to change her and Cammy never being given a change while Veronica still needed one) they heard a knock at the door which became Maria letting herself in. “Good morning you two! I have a nice surprise that while it may seem jarring at first, you’ll absolutely come to enjoy: You’re going to be sisters again, I’m adopting both of you!~” She said, wrapping her arms around Veronica. The two diapered girls both seemed similarly surprised, with Veronica likely having never imagined being adopted and Cammy figuring Maria would be less punishment-heavy but much harder to escape from. Maria wisely kept going before Veronica could let out whatever strongly worded thought she wanted to voice. “You’re just not mature enough to be taking care of your own little, and It would be cruel to separate you now, so this is the best solution. It likely won’t be permanent as you’ll be allowed keep potty training and I do hope it’ll only take a few months, but until then I’m going to get two incredible children~.” Veronica was outraged, but with nothing else to realistically do about it she marched reluctantly to Maria’s room. Cammy was more conflicted, as she’d basically lost any chance of escaping while also losing most risk of being unfairly punished. She was able to settle in somewhat easily, and trading out excessive punishment for a little more baby food and patronizing wasn’t too tough of a change. Veronica had a much tougher time: The two had homeschooling lessons most days where she would learn about potty training and be given somewhat difficult history or long division tests and be required to fully solve them before being allowed to go to the bathroom, usually resulting in a wet diaper. Cammy’s test usually just asked what colors or shapes were on the page, and since she wasn’t allowed to use the bathroom at all she was free to quietly tease veronica and watch her writing become progressively more scribbled and unsure as she slowly failed her test. Veronica wasn’t really able to tease back as she was focusing entirely on regaining her maturity. Cammy started feeling a little bad doing that much teasing to someone who wasn’t fighting back (She didn’t want to be like Veronica after all) and resolved to let her try and ‘grow up’ on her own, at least for now. It didn’t end up mattering much as she seemed to be on somewhat of a downward spiral. She would be spanked and/or reprimanded for filling her pants, feel too much pressure to succeed and mess up again, and make no real progress for the first month of her adoption. And then something changed: Maria started being very nice to her. Cammy recognized right away that it was because Maria believed she’d crossed the point of no return and now saw her as a baby just like cammy. At first Veronica was thankful for the lack of spankings, even smiling when being told that it was okay that she didn’t make it to the potty, and by the time she realized why these things were happening it was too late. She tried to fight it, demanding that she could change and succeed, but there was no arguing with maria when she’d made up her mind about how old you were. Cammy and Veronica made for a weird pair of sisters, often teasing or bullying each other, but since they’d both basically hit rock bottom for their maturity their actions both felt pretty venom-less, and Maria was always ready to break up anything that went too far. The two still didn’t exactly like each other, but they had enough understanding that they could crack open a cold one (‘one’ being a sippy cup of orange juice) and talk to each other, and that could go a long way when you’re the children of an overbearing, overprotective, thirteen foot tall mommy. Fin.

Thank you! I really appreciate the kind words! Jessica being role-reversalled probably won't happen in the epilogues, but it's definitely possible for me to come back and write something like that as a one off. Veronica on the other hand may not be so lucky~

------------------------------ Chapter 8 ------------------------------ "Rise and shine, little one!" Came a loud voice, much closer to Cammy than someone outside her bedroom. Did maria breach her privacy again? She seemed nicer than that, but the only way to find out would be to shake off the heavy drowsiness and look. Camilla's eyes opened slowly, and she looked around confused, realizing she was sitting in a high chair in Maria’s apartment wearing the pink onesie that veronica had picked out. Her arms were firmly pinned to her sides with a baby bottle and a few jars of blended veggies beside her as well. “What’s going on, Maria? If this is a prank I’m really not enjoying it, and I need to be at work in twenty minutes!” She said, not wanting to be overly rude but making sure her tone revealed her annoyance. Maria sighed, setting the bottle on the tray. “Sweetie, I was rooting for you for a while, but we both know that you’re just not cut out for adulthood. You’ve gotten used to being diapered, it’s been a week since you’ve kept your pants dry all day, and you’re currently sucking your thumb! Just let Momma Maria take good care of you and maybe we’ll try potty training again in a few years.” She said, her voice a balanced mix of firm and considerate. “No! I’m an adult, I have a job and an apartment and a bank account! You’re supposed to be the understanding one, the one who tries to help protect me from Veronica and Jessica and all the other mean Amazon…” Cammy shouted, unwilling to accept Maria’s attitude change, as it would mean she didn’t have a single lifeline to rely on when something bad was happening. Maria shoved the bottle into Cammy’s mouth and stroked her hair, causing her to instinctively begin drinking. “But that’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m protecting you from the cold, cruel world outside! No more long work hours, no more mean spirited teasing from big mean Amazon, just diapees and feedings and showing Mommy your amazing drawings.” Cammy wanted to respond, but even ignoring the bottle she was at a loss for words. She was feeling pretty flustered and every defense for why being an adult is a good thing seemed to have slipped from her mind. “I’ll change you once you’ve finished the rest of your meal.” She said softly. Cammy was confused as the bottle she’d been given was now empty, but she realized what was going on when Maria lifted her shirt and pressed one of her large, perky nipples against Cammy’s mouth. With little choice she began to drink. The relaxing yet mortifying action of being breastfed felt thoroughly embarrassing, while sight of Maria’s curvier, more mature body left Cammy feeling self concious at the same time. “Are you nice and stuffed now?~” She asked, filling Cammy with relief as she nodded, her stomach (and bladder) feeling quite full. “If you’re good I’ll make you macaroni and cheese for lunch instead of baby food.” She added, and as bad as the situation was, the glimpses of Kale, Asparagus, and Prune flavored baby foods made her note that she should probably try to be good. Free from all distractions from the first time since she awoke, she finally noticed how tall her high chair was and couldn’t stop herself from wondering how stable this chair was. She began to breathe heavily, closing her eyes and being thankful that she was held in so tightly by the locking lap tray. “Oh my, are you okay? You’re positively shaking, and you’re getting a bit pale! I knew I was waking you up too early but I was just so excited to give you a good first day that I couldn’t help myself.” She said, seeming genuinely upset with herself for Cammy’s condition. “J-just get me down. Please.” She said, the fear of being so high off the ground giving way to confusion as she was finally lifted out and set on her feet. Could this have something to do with the numerous scary dreams and pink spirals that she could vaguely remember from last night? She knew it must be veronica’s fault and made a mental note to talk with her about it later. Once Cammy felt a little more at ease, they started getting ready to leave. Maria straightened her apron and grabbed her bag, while Cammy waited impatiently for her to be ready and begrudgingly permitted having her hair tied into pigtails. “Now we’re gonna go visit your Older Sister and you can have a little play date while Mommy checks up on her tenants!” She said as they approached veronica’s door, though Maria must've noticed Cammy’s hesitation as she quickly added “And there’s no need to worry about her bullying you. I’ve made it quite clear that she’s going over my lap if she does anything worse than a bit of light, sisterly teasing.” Opening the door revealed veronica standing expectantly beside It. “Who’s this adorable little girl, Maria? Did you adopt another toddler?~ She asked, her large, knowing grin succeeding in frustrating Cammy as it normally did. “Of course not, She’s more of a waddler than a toddler in diapers this thick!” Maria said as Cammy covered her face with her hands, pretending that she wasn’t there. She was passed into Veronica’s hands and Maria headed out so she could begin work. The next moment seemed to last forever as Cammy was too flustered to speak and Veronica seemed to be patiently waiting for her to say something. Eventually, she gathered the courage to ask for something. “Veronica, I know we—“ She began, before realising that it might be better to appease her first. “—Big sis… I know that we don’t get along, and you pick on me, and you call me a baby, but even you see that this has gone too far, right? I need to get to work right away, and I also need something smaller than this personal flotation device that’s wrapped around my waist…” She said emotionally. Veronica’s expression shifted to one of concern, and for a moment Cammy believed it might’ve been legitimate. “Big sisters watch out for their siblings, so I’ll do my best to protect you and keep you happy! I can keep you happy by taking you to work, and I can protect you from accidents by not changing you out of your diapers. Win win!~” She said, clearly enjoying herself despite her expression staying serious. Cammy’s protests were ignored as she was picked up and carried out of the building. Through pure luck they crossed paths with the amazon from a few days prior. She looked Cammy over thoroughly, checking her diaper and looking at her body language. “Well she does seem to be more docile than the last time I met her… Maybe you weren’t lying about adopting her. I can respect a Betweener who has the determination and skill to raise their own Little and avoid being treated like one instead, so I’ll give you a few tips that help me with new babies.” She said before listing helpful ways to train littles even faster. Veronica pretended to cover Cammy's ears as the amazon didn’t want her to hear, but Veronica clearly liked the idea of scaring her with what might be happening soon. The first tip seemed bad enough, but to her shock they seemed to get worse the more she listed. The first tip she gave was “When first training your Little, convince them that you want to help them stay mature and potty trained, and don’t do anything that would convince them otherwise. At the same time, take subtle actions to make sure they never actually reach the potty. This will help to convince them that they really are immature toddlers and that the accidents are their fault.” The second was “Until your Little is fully regressed (or as regressed as you want them) you shouldn’t give them a change unless they’re begging you. If they don’t want one bad enough to beg, they don’t need one. This will teach them that you’re in control of what they can or can’t do and put them in a regressive mindset faster. You can combine this with tip one by acting apologetic and giving excuses and ‘being busy at the moment’ until they start to beg.” Cammy swallowed nervously. Some of this sounded pretty similar to Maria and her seemingly kind attitude, at least up until this morning. It wasn’t too much of a shock after waking up being fed from a bottle, but the idea that she wanted to adopt Cammy too was hard to wrap her head around. The third and final tip was “If you’re interested in having a bit more fun training your Little, than make sure to give them opportunities to “Escape”, or even offer to give them back their freedom if they can reach an impossible goal! If they feel it’s hopeless they’ll regress faster, so giving them a rigged chance to succeed can give you more time before your little is the cute, obedient, helpless end result that you’re aiming for.” After giving her advice Veronica thanked the woman and the two of them quickly parted ways. “See what those amazon will do to you? They’re brutal~ Meanwhile I limit myself to a bit of light bullying.” Veronica whispered into Cammy’s ear as they approached her office. They walked through the rotating door and into the main lobby, but problems arose immediately for poor Cammy as the woman at the desk was the same girl that she met in the elevator yesterday! She looked behind her to try and hide her face, somewhat regretting even asking to go to work; could it really be worth it if she had to let everyone see her like this? The desk attendant pushes her glasses up and looks the baby over, finding her somewhat familiar without being quite able to place why. “Would you like to walk your daughter to the daycare yourself or will you be leaving her with me?” She asked dryly. Cammy couldn’t see Veronica’s shark-like grin as she stepped forward. “No, this is one of your workers! She’s my Lil’ Sis and sometimes goes by the name Cammy. She’s here to go to “Work”.” She said, with Cammy not being able to see the wink after ‘work’ either. “Aah, of course. Just set her down and I’ll ensure she makes it where she’s meant to go.” The receptionist assured them both, and veronica casually made her way out the door. The woman reach her hand downwards in silence and Cammy stretched her hand nearly as high as she could to grab it, hoping that she was being taken to the elevator and the hand-holding was only because of the amazon’s over protectiveness That hopefulness was shattered when they walked right by it and headed down the staircase leading to the daycare, where the amazon locked the door behind them. “Um, I-I’m a worker, Veronica said that herself and everything!” Cammy said, wishing more and more that she was back in her cozy barred bed with every minute. “I know what she said, and I have no reason to doubt either of you, Cammy.~ But that doesn’t change that you were always meant to end up in the daycare, I mean you have to keep your feet a meter apart just to walk in that thing! You’re going to the daycare, and it won’t be long before you realize that I was right and you wish we’d skipped right past all the useless work they had you doing.” She said happily. Cammy opened her mouth to retort, to say that she was a big girl, to say that her work wasn’t useless, but arguing with an amazon in a locked room could only hurt her chances of freedom, so she held her tongue and allowed herself to be led into the daycare proper. The walls were bright, primary colors with murals of cartoon characters and posters of the alphabet and names of common animals. Cammy was led quickly through the main room, weaving in-between a dozen or so littles all playing with their own toys and everyone looking happy enough apart from one little currently facing the corner with crossed arms. “I have a former worker here who’s decided that the daycare is more their speed.” She said. Cammy didn’t want people to think that about her and so she opened her mouth to respond, but the woman continued, saying: “She has little to no potty training, but she is to be put into single diapers when she does end up requiring a change.” This caused Cammy to stop and consider her options. She didn’t want everyone to think that she gave up on working, but if she let it happen she could go into single diapers before leaving. The situation with Maria was a bit confusing, and it seemed plausible that upon being seen in single diapers her landlord would realize she didn’t need to be doubled up from now on. She stayed silent as the daycare worker wrote something down in a large book before giving Cammy a red bracelet made from hard to rip material and bearing the name of her company. The receptionist stuck around until she was sure that the daycare worker could handle everything alone. Just from seeing this woman’s expression Cammy could tell that she would be more annoying to deal with than most Amazon she’d been around so far. She was very chipper, and she looked at Cammy with an expression that made her question if she legitimately thought all littles were three years old. “Well hello there! My name is Amanda, though the really little ones have trouble with my name and just call me Amy! Are you the special new darling that’s been sent to stay here?” She asked in the most patronizing, high energy voice Cammy had ever heard, confirming her instincts. She was luckily able to just nod and hold her tongue, mostly focused on making it through the 8 hours without incident as she’d be headed home soon. “The first thing we’re gonna do after your change is take a tour of the building! Can you say that word? “Bill-Ding”?” Amanda asked, lighting Cammy’s face a bright red. She waited what seemed like forever for the woman to start the tour, but she instead stood in place, nudging Cammy into giving the correct answer. “B-Building…” She mumbled quietly, feeling like a first grader again. The worker gave her an undeserved amount of praise and ruffled her hair, but afterwords they were finally on their way for the promised tour of the daycare. They walked to a fold out changing table on the wall, where Cammy’s wet doubled night-time diapers were quickly removed and two single daytime diapers were brought out. “Do you want the plain white one or the pretty pink one?” Amanda asked, still in her annoyingly upbeat tone. Cammy wasn’t sure why she pointed to the pink, glittery unicorn-clad diaper, but she did. Perhaps it was to feel in control instead of choosing the basic option that she’d normally go with, or maybe she felt like looking different from all of the actually regressed littles. “Most of the littles I know don’t like diaper changes, but you seem to like having yours changed! You’re a strange one, but you’re definitely a cute one too.~” Amanda said. “Well of course I like diaper changes, who wants to spend all day In a wet diaper?” She said, blushing heavily and shutting her eyes as she realized she just told an amazon that she enjoys diaper changes. Amanda chuckled and quickly finished the change. Once it was taped on she was lowered down and she felt as if she’d traveled to the moon! Everything was lighter, she could move around, and she could touch her legs together! Regular diapers barely even felt limiting anymore, and they did also have an upside to them, so maybe there was a reason so many littles give up on the potty eventually... She shook her head and paid attention to Amanda as they walked down the hallway. “Our first stop is the main playroom, where most of the more mature toys are kept! This is also where all of the potty charts go for those of you who are interested in that sort of thing.” She explained once Cammy had gotten over her much thinner diaper. ‘Mature’ was certainly relative however as it was mostly hot wheels, playhouses, and a retro video game console which slightly surprised Cammy. Overall however it seemed that ‘mature toys’ meant the ones that a really little kid could be in danger of choking on. She made a mental note of the game console though. On the off chance that they had more than Elmo’s Number Journey it could be a fun way to pass the time. She also only saw a few potty charts, indicating that either most of them had regressed past them or most people weren’t allowed them. Another pleasant surprise for Cammy was that there was a plastic potty right next to all the toys! Sure, you’d have to use it in front of everyone (and that’s assuming you can get someone to remove your diaper), but it at least shows that they’re considerate to the littles who care enough about getting back into real underwear, which assures herself that she’s one of. “Amy, Amy!” Cried a female little dressed up in a ballet outfit and a very fluffy diaper, the bow in her hair flowing through the air as she ran towards them and hugged the caretaker’s leg. “I didn’t make it to the potty.” She said, her voice muffled by Amanda’s pants. She was clearly distraught over her accident, and Cammy hoped that she’d be okay. “Shhhhh, it’s alright, Lizzy. I know you’ll make it next time, you’re doing such a good job of recognizing that you need to go.” Amanda said softly, before giving her a tight hug. Despite Cammy’s big problems with her, she had to admit that the woman was very good at her job, and if she were working with actual children it would be impressive rather than creepy how well she tamed them. “Let’s go get you changed up and I can show Cammy the wardrobe at the same time.” Amanda said. They were brought into a massive closet filled to the brim with costumes, brightly colored outfits, and basically any clothing related item you could need. Near the end of the room there was a changing table which Lizzy was quickly set onto and her wet diaper quickly changed and replaced, with Amanda clearly having a lot of experience. Lizzy quickly skipped out of the room, eager to get back to her playtime, and Amanda capitalized on the moment to try and better the relationship between the two of them “Say, Cammy. That onesie is cute and all, but I think you’d look absolutely amazing in this pair of shortalls!… Cammy?” She was too distracted to notice what the woman had said. “It’s not… Real, is it Amanda?” Cammy said, instantly biting her lip as she pointed to a full ghost costume likely used for Halloween. She knew it wasn’t real, and she felt like an infant for even asking, but the more she looked at it the wetter her eyes became as she imagined it cursing her, or haunting her, or hiding under her bed at night. “No sweetie, it’s not real, and it can’t hurt you.” Amanda said, and to her credit there was no hint of mockery in her voice. She treated it as though it was a genuine question. “Do you wanna try on these super cute shortalls now?” She asked again, and Cammy, still somewhat distracted by the ‘ghost’, simply nodded. By the time she realized what was going on she was wearing a traditional pair of shortalls with fuzzy inner lining and made stretchier to accommodate for diapers. She complained about it to herself before realizing that these were actually markedly better than the onesie. “Are you excited for the rest of the tour?!” Amanda asked, and Cammy nodded. They headed into a somewhat smaller room to the side, where the walls were half pink and half blue and all of the toys were things like rattles, stuffed animals, a ball-pit, and rocking horses. “This is the infant room. Most of the babies here still walk and talk, but they’re much more regressed, so the infant title just sort of stuck. You can play with them for a bit while I check that there’s nothing important going on at the counter.” She said, speed walking back to where the tour began. Cammy considered trying to talk to one of them, but they all seemed happy to suck on their pacifiers and play with blocks, which she assumed had been caused by extensive hypnosis. While watching them she noticed that she needed to use the bathroom, and after looking around she noticed that there was a door that said ‘staff only’ across the top. She walked over, curious as to what it could be. The handle refused to turn, but luckily it had been left slightly open, and she went in to find that it was an actual, real bathroom! ‘Hmm… The only problem is that it’s really dark and I don’t think I can reach the light switch. Not that it really matters, I’m not some little baby who’s scared of the dark.’ She thought. Her knees began to shake as she took a step towards the toilet. ‘Y-yeah… Not some dumb baby who’s terrified of the dark, and the monsters that live there, and the horrifying emptiness a-and the…’ She couldn’t stop herself from freaking out, how had she never realized how terrifying the darkness is? Determined to carry on, she walked forward, but when she thought she saw a zombie hiding in the darkness she jumped up out of fear. Frozen in place, she closed her eyes and tried not to be scared, but she just couldn’t will herself to move, even when she felt her stomach clench and she instinctively bent forward. “N-No… No” She whispered, equally scared of monsters and of what she knew was about to happen. She bit her lip and slowly filled her diaper, helpless to stop the mush flowing in. Just before she could question how she’d let herself have two messy accidents in a row, the lights flicked on and she was pulled from her thoughts. “There you are! This bathroom is only for grown ups, though if you’re a really good girl I may let you use it sometimes.” Amanda said, having apparently entered the room undetected. No longer overtaken by her fear, Cammy’s biggest issue became her diaper. “O-oh, yea I know, I just wanted to uuh… See how this outfit looks in the mirror!” She lied. As much as she hated being in a messy diaper, the idea of this woman changing her seemed even worse, so she decided that her top priority was keeping it hidden. “There’s no need to worry about that, you’re a real cutie and you look great in that getup!” She said, leading Cammy to the next stop of the tour while seeming oblivious to the situation. They entered a massive room with plenty of high chairs, padded booths, and a handful of normal tables. On one end there was a long line where she could get food, though the majority of Littles in the cafeteria were seemingly having their choices made for them as they were being given baby food in various high chairs. “You can usually choose your own food from the menu, and from what I’ve heard it’s really yummy! Make sure you eat it all, because that’ll help you grow up and become an adult!” Amanda said. Despite the apparent chance of being forced to eat baby food, the menu seemed impressively normal. Macaroni and cheese, chicken fingers, pizza, sweets. It may still be stereotypical food for picky children, but it also happened to be food that tasted good, so it didn’t really bother Cammy much. “Well, I need to get back to the desk, but you’re really fun and I can’t wait to see you around!~” She said as she walked off, causing Cammy to smile as she knew they wouldn’t be seeing each other around. Though now that she was alone, she needed to decide what to do until it was time to leave. ‘I’m kind of glad it’s not Jessica who’s picking me up. She can be more chill at times, but she’s always flaunted her maturity and the less of me she sees while I’m diapered, the better. Maria would be the best if I knew she’d actually pick me up, but after today I’m not sure that she wouldn’t decide I’m better off in a daycare… I may really hate veronica at times, but the one good thing about her is that I know she likes me and I’m sure she’ll pick me up.’ she thought as she wandered down the hall. Cammy intended to walk to the main playroom to check out the games, but before she could make it she was called to by a male little. “Wanna pway?” He asked, his pacifier apparently more important than proper speech. “I-i dunno, I’m kinda busy…” She said, but his heartbroken look combined with her guilt over being the only one here who’d get to leave at the end of the day and never come back caused her to accept. She accepted and he happily crawled over to a large bin of blocks, each about the size of her fists. She cringed as she sat down, having thankfully forgotten about the mess until now. She tried to ignore the squishy feeling, but every time she got more than a few blocks tall she would sit in just the wrong way and flinch, accidentally breaking her tower. They spent half an hour stacking blocks, and while the state of her diaper definitely subtracted from it, she did feel a sense of relaxation from just sitting back and playing with blocks. No work, no fear of being captured by a random amazon. Jut calm stacking. “Caws, Caws!” The boy said, and the two scooted to a large mat with roads and buildings on it. He handed her a couple of toy cars and had the two of them “drive” them around the city, sometimes getting into crashes for fun. Since she could play this one while on her knees, she barely even noticed her diaper. Cammy was amazed when the boy showed her how to use the blocks to make buildings on the mat, and then you could drive the cars into them or use them to make your pretend play more fun! “That’s really smart! I never realized cars could be so enjoyable.” She said Eventually the fun was broken up as a woman that Cammy had never seen marched towards them, the badge on her shirt declaring that she was another daycare employee. “I’m here to see who needs a change. It’ll only take a minute and then you can get back to your toys.” She said, peeling back the boy’s waistband and declaring him clean. ‘Oh god, I’m playing in the infant room and I’m the one who needs a change… she’s totally gonna think that I didn’t even try.’ Cammy thought, and soon after the woman said that she needed a change and picking her up. “It’s not often that new arrivals start out in the infant room, you must really want to be a baby~” She said. Her voice and Amanda’s were night and day, and this woman clearly had no problem making fun of littles. Cammy was set carefuly onto the table, but the diaper change did not start. “Why don’t you use your manners and ask politely for a change?” She said. Cammy wasn’t really sure what to say, as even veronica hadn’t made her beg for a change, at least not yet. “Could you please change me?” She said, looking at the wall. The woman responded with “Because?” while smirking at her, and she took a deep breath, preparing herself for however much teasing this woman had planned. “Because I have trouble keeping my underwear clean? A-and because I can’t do it myself?” She said, and when asked why that was she elaborated. “Because I’m t-too immature and helpless to figure out how to change a diaper.” She mumbled out, too embarrassed to feel annoyed at the moment. “There we go! Because you did a good job I’m going to actually listen to your file and only single diaper you.” She said, and Cammy instinctually mumbled a “t-thanks…”. Soon after she was back in a clean diaper and in the hallway, but rather than the other boy she found herself face to face with Julia! She looked just as serious as usual and was holding a large folder of papers. “Camilla, we need to talk. As per our agreement I would ensure you had as fair a chance as I could give at rising up in the company and staying mature, but clearly you’ve failed.” Cammy opened her mouth to defend herself, or at least to snitch on all the amazons who clearly didn’t listen to Julia about a fair chance, but nothing came out. Spending half her day in a messy diaper and being eager to play blocks with another Little made it hard to defend herself. “Our company reserves the right to determine that our employees are incapable of living an adult life, and as regretful as it is, I’ll have to invoke that policy and declare you to legally be a child. From what I’ve seen it would only be a matter of time, and at least this way is safer for you.” Julia pulled a cellphone from her pocket and handed it to Cammy. “We’ve received word that someone you know will be picking you up in half an hour, and unless I’m mistaken they’d probably adopt you once they found that you’re available? If there is another amazon or betweener that you’d rather belong to, and you can convince them in time, I’ll break the news to this ‘Veronica’ person for you, okay? It’s the least I can do.” She said, leaving Cammy alone with her thoughts. Cammy was dumbfounded. It was over? How was she expected to decide who she’d be the child of within the next 25 minutes? Trying to stay composed until then she took a deep breath and checked the phone… It was time to make a decision, and she only had three options. ----------------------------------- It's finally here: Chapter 8 rewrite Just under three months after chapter seven and exactly on the 23 MONTH anniversary of chapter 1 first being published. This is probably one of the biggest bulk-ups of the eight chapters, going from 2,500 words in the original to 5,100 in the rewrite. And now all that's left is the three epilogues, which are intended to be about 1500 words each and take place six months after chapter 8, branching off based on who she calls. I'm not sure how they'll turn out or if they'll be good, but I plan to (attempt) to write 1/2 of an epilogue per day, publishing all three at once on january 16th. Wish me luck and please give any feedback that you have for chapter eight!

Between being kinda busy and working on a tough commission, I haven't done any work on chapter 8 since I posted chapter seven, but I do think i've figured out what the hypnosis will be. I don't want to spoil it for anyone who wants it kept as a surprise, but if anyone's read chapters 1-7 and is okay with telling me if the hypnosis seems fitting, dm me please

Here's the original, old chapter seven from over a year and a half ago, and the (I think) rewritten chapter 7 is directly below it. Cammy woke up slowly, comfortable at first, but slowly realizing that her crotch was wet...Very wet. She tried to jump out of bed to make sure she didn't leak, though she forgot about the railings, and tripped trying to get out, landing flat on her butt, mercifully less hard of a landing due to her white diaper. 'That stupid railing! I'm gonna need to have a word with Maria......Well, actually i'd rather not risk my butt over something this small. God, Maria can be scary sometimes...' She stood up and checked her bed, which luckily was completely dry! Her diaper was much less fortunate though. As much as she hated the idea, she needed someone to change her diaper for her. She briefly considered maria, but due to how wet she was, she didn't want to risk leaking on any of her pants, so she'd have to go pantsless, and she really didn't want to go downstairs and into the lobby llike this, so she left her room and ran (Read: speed-waddled) To Veronica's. She knocked as hard as she could, and veronica let her in, and lifted her up so she could reach the changing table. 'No matter how many times i see it, i'm still freaked out sometimes by the height of an amazon, i barely come up to her waist... It makes it a lot harder to feel calm or confident, but i still need to try my best, or veronica the crazy lady will have me spending all day in a crib instead of letting me go to work.' Cammy sat on the table while Veronica removed her diaper, wiped her down, and walked into the other room, but while she was gone, cammy realized something. 'Wait....NO!!! The only diapers she has are the ultra thick nighttime ones! Oh god, the white ones are bad enough, there's no way i'm wearing one of those, i'll go ask maria, i'm sure she'll have some thinner ones.' She scooted to the edge of the table, almost taller than she was, and she got ready to gently drop off of it, before being pushed back to the center by veronica. "Bad girl, maybe i need to get a changing table with rails, hm? If you fell you could break a leg! And then i'd have to push you to work in a stroller, and i'd definitely hate that" She grinned, and started putting the night-time diaper on Cammy. "N-no! i don't want to wear that, get it away from me!" She tried struggling, but it didn't accomplish much. "Just let it happen, cammy. I wasn't going to tell you this, but your diaper was so close to leaking that it's a miracle you made it over here clean. You need this diaper, the regular ones just don't cut it." Veronica said, Looking very serious, but Camilla didn't believe her. "N-no! You're trying to trick me, it wasn't even v-very wet!! you want me to m-make me think i need it!!" Camilla struggled harder, yelling at veronica. The 'big sis' held camilla down and taped the very thick starry diaper onto her, and once it was on snug, she set her down on the floor, patting her on the butt a couple times. "Take this offa me you jerk! i-i'll tell maria, and she'll yell at you! and then yo-" She was silenced by a pacifier being stuck in her mouth, and the strap was tied behind her head as well. "Dis ish unfaiw! wet me out of dish stuff!" She mumbled, but veronica just smiled at her and pushed her out the door. 'I guess i should go get maria to let me out of this stuff. Though i don't want her to see me not wearing any pants, so i'll swing by my room and find something to fit over this enormous diaper' She rooted through her room for a minute, annoyed that most of her clothes had been replaced with much more juvenile clothing. Pink shortalls, footie pajamas, a white frilly dress, a flowery sundress. Luckily, she found her office suit and skirt tucked into the back of her closet. She managed to get the shirt on easy, but she had to try hard to squeeze the skirt up, and even then a good 3 inches of padding were clearly visible under the skirt. After waddling down to the lobby, struggling to get used to how far apart her legs were being pushed, she noticed a sign on maria's desk: 'Gone away, be back in an hour'. 'Great! just great! If i don't get to work in 10 minutes, i could get written up, or fired, or demoted to the daycare! I need to get going now, but i know i'm going to hate what jessica has to say today.' She started her longer than normal walk to the office,trying to avoid the attention of anyone passing by. During the walk, she couldn't help but suckle on the paci, enjoying the rhythmic feeling, and it somehow felt better than sucking her thumb.A couple of amazons smiled at her, one asking if she needed a change, to which cammy just shook her head and kept walking, face redder than before. She made it into the office with no problem, her first site being the despicable potty chart jessica had set up the day before, the two rain clouds staring at her, and while neither were her fault, she was the only one who could actually flood her pants, so it was still somewhat her fault. "There's my favorite little employee! Cuuute!! You've upgraded your protection! Though it looks like you've downgraded your ability to walk and run~ Oooooh! and you've got a cute lil paci! I'll take that off for now, but speak out even once and i pop it back in." Jessica laughed, and cammy definitely wasn't a little sad when the pacifier was removed. The amazon forcibly grabbed her by the hand, leading her to the amazon's personal office. Cammy was scared at first, but she didn't see anything out of the ordinary, apart from the plastic potty to the left of the amazon sized desk. No play pen in the corner, no changing table, no toys strewn about, maybe she could actually get some work done. "S-so, what would you like me to do? I'm g-great at typing, and i can take notes for you t-too!" She said nervously, hoping jessica would want to use her actual work skills, and not just want to humiliate her. "Oh, sweetie, it's not pretend time. When you first showed up, i thought you'd be fun to blackmail into doing my work, but after the phone-call incident, i just can't trust you to do my work, you could mess it up and get me in trouble, so instead, you need to be replaced by a competent worker who knows how to keep their bed dry." Camilla was speechless, and very intimidated, leaking a little into her diaper from fear. When an amazon wants something, it's not easy for a little to stop them from having it, but she had to try, Jessica made it sound like she wanted her to end up adopted!. Jessica continued. "I could probably just adopt you if i really wanted you out, but i don't need a diaper filling pipsqueak running around, and even if it'd be fun to see you all embarrassed, it's not worth the effort, so i'll settle for getting you fired, which with any luck, should happen very soon, hence why i'm bothering to tell you." "B-b-but i could be a good worker! i'm really good with reports!" Camilla said pleadingly. "Awww, as sad as it is, i'm sure you still think you'd make a useful worker, but the truth is you're not. You couldn't even go half a day without piddling your pants, after all. But looking at your sad little face makes me feel bad, so tell you what: If you can go until noon with a dry diapee, i'll go get you some panties, and give you your old office back, how about that? It's 8am, that's only 4 hours, think you can do that, cutie?" Camilla nodded, and jessica walked over to her and stuck a finger into the leakguard. "Dry, and that means the challenge can begin! Here's a coloring book for you to work on, i expect the first 5 pages done and on my desk by lunchtime" She giggled, as camilla sighed and picked up the crayons. .................. "Lunchtiiiiime, are you still dry?" Jessica asked, smirking at camilla, who got a bit more invested than she'd like to admit in coloring in her book. "Of course i am! I'm completely d-dry!" Jessica poked a finger into the leakguard, and shook her head at Camilla. "You're positively soaked! I have a hard time believing you could even hold this much water!". Camilla was sure she hadn't wet at any point in the 4 hours. "No! no no no, you're trying to trick me! I'm not wet, you won't trick me! I won our bet!"She stomped her feet and threw her coloring book onto the floor. Jessica looked amuzed rather than angry, and had camilla stick her hand into her diaper, and she realized the inside was soaked, though the outside was completely unnoticable, and even the wetness indicators remained intact. "W-well um...you poured water into my diaper when i wasn't paying attention!" Camilla countered. "But you didn't feel water pour in, did you? You just weren't paying attention when you soaked your diaper, because you're just a big baby." Camilla just looked down in shame, too embarrassed to argue anymore, on the verge of tears. "P-please just change me, a-and i'll go back to coloring..." "Pfffft, in THAT diaper? You won't need to be changed all day, and i don't like doing extra work, so it'd be fest for you to get used to it." Jessica said, walking back to her desk and setting the coloring book, a juice box, and some apple slices on the floor next to camilla. 'I-i should probably argue that, b-but i don't even know how i would, and after what just happened i don't really feel like arguing with her. At least the coloring book is kinda fun'. Camilla sat down and began coloring in a picture of a dinosaur. "And after you're finished your snack, i've got a treat for you!" She pulled an extra large double chocolate chip cookie out of her lunch bag, still warm, probably hand baked this morning, and camilla would be lying if that didn't motivate her to eat her apples a little faster... The rest of the day passed uneventfully, though Camilla's tummy started rumbling after eating that cookie, maybe it was too much sugar.. She stood up and started to walk out of the office, catching jessica putting another sticker on her chart. As she walked out the door, jessica yelled something to her. "Your padding gets any thicker and i'll have to start driving you home!~" Which made Camilla waddle even faster out, hoping they'd think she was talking to a different little. About halfway home, she started feeling weird, and she clutched her stomach and stopped. 'This isn't good, i need to get home fast! I can just get maria to change me and everything will be fine'. She trudged along, careful not to move too fast or lift her feet too high. She was making good progress, until a random amazon smacked her on the butt, making her lose her focus and almost fill her diaper right there. By the time she reached the apartment, she was barely moving and her hands were pressed against her butt. "M-maria! i need your help, quick, change me out of this pleeease!" She yelled immediately after entering the lobby, to which maria smiled at her, and picked her up. "Let's go up to your room, sweetie, i know you can make it to the potty in time, i believe in you" She picked camilla up and started carrying her up the stairs. Camilla thought being carried would be good at first, but the way she was carried made it even harder to hold it in, but she barely made it to her door, where maria set her on her feet. "Just a second, sweetie, i need to get my key ready" Maria said, fishing out a key ring with at least 30 keys, making camilla whine. 'oh come ooooooon, i-i don't even know if i can make it into the bathroom if it unlocked right nooooow' She squirmed next to Maria, hands pressed against her butt and doing a potty dance. 'hmmmng i can hold it, i can d-do this, the door's almost opeeeen'. But another minute later, and she subconciously squatted down, and despite her best efforts, she grunted and felt her body starting to push, filling her diaper with bright red cheeks and her face scrunched up, as she finishes filling her diaper, but she still can't grasp what just happened. "Oh, you poor thing, let's get you inside!" Maria put her key ring away and opened the door, and if camilla had been paying attention, she would have noticed that maria had never even tried a key, and had never even checked if it was locked. Camilla was still in shock as maria carried her into the little's room, to a changing table that hadn't been there when she'd left. Maria set her down, cammy cringing as she felt the mess squish against her butt, and maria started changing her, throwing cammy's diaper into a diaper pail that was also new, and she was wiped down, fidgetting the whole time. "Okay, sweetie, i need to go see Veronica and get one of your diapers from her, i'll be right back." Maria said, but cammy questioned her. "D-don't you have any t-thin ones o-or anything?" "I'm afraid not, all of my other tenants are potty trained. Well, you are too of course, i'm sure this is just stress, you'll recover soon" Maria said smilingly, and cammy felt it hard to complain about her first statement when she seemed so kind and reassuring. "W-well, okay, but please j-just tell veronica that i j-just need a spare, just in case, okay? don't tell her about this!" Maria nodded, and walked away, leaving her laying on the table, waiting. -------------- "I need to borrow that package of diapers, veronica, cammy had a bg accident when she got home today. She's such a cutie, i could hardly refrain from picking her up and cuddling her when she started doing her potty dance." Maria said, smiling. Veronica appeared happy too, and started laughing. "Pfft, really? she's barely been here a week and she'spractically un-potty trained! I think the pipsqueak is almost ready, i just wish i could see her try to do her job tomorrow," "Don't be so hard on her, it's just like with all the littles i've seen, they're so proud and determined and they want to prove themselves, and then when they end up diapered and with their mommy and daddy, they're all smiles and laughs, and little cammy is almost there." Maria grabbed the entire pack of night-time diapers, and walked out, with veronica speaking to maria as she left. "Hey, remember our deal, okay?" To which maria nodded, re-entering Cammy's room with her diapers. "This should just be a minute, and then you'll be all set. Oh dear, you're shivering! I'll get you some clothes too." She diapered camilla with the extra thick diaper, but afterwords she reached for another one, and started taping that up too, zipping her up into a pair of footie pajamas afterwords. "H-hey! i-i don't need two! I d-don't even need one! I wouldn't even be able to walk in these!" Camilla pleaded. "it's just for night-time, i'll come back in the morning to check you, and if you're mostly dry i'll take off the second one, okay?" Maria smiled at her and patted her on the head. 'Why is maria being so forceful? I-i guess she's just really worried about me having another accident. I want to tell her it's unnecessary, that i don't need it, b-but after my.....before, i guess i can understand why, and besides, i'll be dry tonight, so it's just until i fall asleep, and if i upset her i might need to go to veronica for future changes.' "O-okay, maria." Maria picked her up and set her into her bed, with the bars still raised, and popped Camilla's pacifier from the other day into her mouth, and camilla drifted off to sleep, sucking her paci. And here's the one that's hopefully rewritten: ----------- Chapter 7 --------------------------- Cammy woke up slowly, her thoughts slowly shifting from thinking of how comfortable she was to realizing she really needed to pee. Instinctively she hopped out of bed and landed on her feet... Except she forgot about the rail until her leg caught on it and she was sent tumbling out of bed. While it was fortunate that she landed painlessly on her padded butt, the shock of falling caused her to lose control of her bladder and she could feel herself making her diaper warm and wet as she sit on the floor. Torn between wanting to punch the railing and wanting to cry, she resolved to focus on getting out of her ridiculous outfit and speed waddled towards veronica's room hoping that no one else would be out this early in the morning. After knocking as hard as she could she was let into Veronica's room and lifted onto the changing table. "What's up, pipsqueak?" She said, and Cammy sheepishly said she wanted her diaper changed, hoping Veronica would assume she was dry and just wanted to go into the thinner diapers. Her onesie and mittens were thankfully removed, leaving only the diaper. As she was being wiped down, she thought about how unfair it was that even a betweener, someone pretty short relative to an amazon, could tower over and intimidate someone like her. If she were the size of even Veronica she could be a lot more confident, and that would go a long way to being successfully independent, even without the extra strength and bladder size that came with no longer being a little. Her heart sank as she remembered that Veronica had extra thick diapers and realized there was no way she’d leave the building diapered without being in the extra padded ones. She scooted to the edge of the table and prepared to jump before being pushed back to the center by veronica. "Bad girl! Maybe I should put rails on my changing table so you can't fall! If you broke a leg I'd have to push you to work in a stroller and even though you'd love that, I'm not sure i'd have time." She said with a smirk as she slowly taped the night-time diaper onto her. "Get this off of me! I wore it last night, but I have no reason to wear it today! Give me a regular diaper." She demanded, but veronica simply laughed and ruffled her hair as she set her on the floor. "I wasn't going to say this, but your diaper was preeetty flooded. If it'd been a 'normal' one it might've leaked! Just keep that in mind while you're working and maybe it'll motivate you to stay dry" Camilla couldn't stay calm when faced with veronica's grating 'I'm better than you' tone. "Stop lying! There's no way one that big could be full that easily. Once I tell maria about this she'll put me back in training pants and I—" Cammy's rant was cut off as a pacifier with a massive bulb was shoved into her mouth “Don’t you dare take that out until you’re out of the building. I’m not locking it on because if I do some stupid amazon will use it as an excuse to adopt you, but I don’t want to see you without that for the rest of the day” Veronica said, and Camilla made herself smile imagining that she was angry because Maria had threatened to spank her the previous night. Veronica wished Cammy luck in not filling her pants by noon, and her smile was already gone. She let veronica have her fun and made her way directly to Maria’s office, at least until she made it about halfway and had to turn around to put on some clothes. Her white office blouse went on pretty easily, though her stretchiest office-viable skirt took a few minutes to squeeze over the massive padding, and even then there were three inches of diaper poking out of the bottom and another inch above the waistline. There was no chance of any littles not seeing it, but an amazon was so tall they may not spot it unless they picked her up. She left the room with a sigh, both relieved and terrified that she was starting to get used to the waddle she was now required to do. Once finally reaching the lobby she panicked a bit at the ‘Be back soon’ sign on her desk. Convincing herself she’d have time worked for a bit, but eventually she had to leave anyways and resigned to getting Veronica in trouble that night instead. She noticed the comically large pair of scissors on the desk and briefly considered cutting up her diaper as it was the first access she’d had to anything sharp since she moved in, but she just couldn’t accept the amount of risk that came with that plan, so she walked past it and made her way to work. She made her especially slow way to work while trying to walk as normally as possible, sticking a thumb into her mouth to deal with the stress of amazons walking by, but she did make it to work with nothing worse than a few people asking if she needed a diaper change, which she aggressively denied. Already dreading what Jessica would say about her new diapers, she made her way into the office. She was distracted on the way to her (technically Jessica’s) desk by the sight of her potty chart, the rainstorm stickers seemingly taunting her. She knew that most, if not all of her accidents had been someone else’s fault in one way or another, but the knowledge that she was the only person who could wet her pants made it hard to shift the entirety of the blame away from herself. Cammy was only shaken from her thoughts once loud, nearby footsteps sounded behind her. “There’s my favorite Little coworker! You’re staring pretty hard at that chart. If you’re trying to trying to burn a hole through it with your eyes you’re wasting your time, especially since you’ve got work to do”. She said as she grabbed Cammy’s hand and forcibly walked her to their shared cubicle, the Little having to practically skip along the way to not fall over. She’d been dreading what kind of changes would be made to her small, plastic desk, imagining it being replaced with a play-pen or some kind of bouncer, but surprisingly it was pretty much unchanged. With little else to do she began filing paperwork and answering a few emails. Cammy couldn’t help but notice that the higher her pile of finished documents got, the less work Jessica seemed to be doing, unless she counted filing nails or texting her friends as work. “Y’know, when you first got here I was hoping you’d be more useful. The betweeners are too headstrong to show any weakness and I can’t blackmail them, while the littles can’t actually do my work properly when I do blackmail them.” She said, both annoyed and amused. Cammy gripped her pen tighter, trying not to respond but feeling a bit offended. “I do a great job with my work, and I’ve definitely done more than you since I got here” She said. She was disappointed to see that Jessica seemed to be happy with her response. Jessica picked up the most recent paper that Cammy had finished, pointing out the sloppy writing and handful of mistakes across the page. “You’re having me do these in crayon, what did you expect?” She said, coincidentally neglecting to mention that most of her mistakes came from focusing on her growing need to pee. “I’ll be honest, at your regular desk with regular supplies, you’re about an average level worker and I’d be happy to choose you to do all my work. The problem is that there’s no point wasting my time getting you all tamed just for you to be thrown into the company daycare, so helping you to end up in the crib of a coworker is in my best interest.” She explained, causing cammy even more confusion in the process. “The work they’re having me do now sucks anyways, your work wouldn’t be much worse.” She said. If anything it would be a happy change. “If your only worry is my potty chart, you don’t need to worry, As long as you don’t try to sabotage me I can absolutely get back into panties.” She said. Jessica thought to herself, her pink-nailed hand idly tapping the desk. “It’s Nine AM now, if you can make it to One with a completely dry diaper I’ll let you have your desk back and we’ll see about you working here for a while longer.” “I agree on the condition that I can go to the bathroom before we start”. She said, her tone making it sound like more of a request than a demand, but Jessica agreed regardless. After a very embarrassing bathroom trip, they were back at the desk and their challenge was ready to begin. “Your challenge begins now. Here’s a coloring book to go with your crayons. I expect pages one through six colored fully and with nothing outside the lines, just to see how well you can focus while needing the potty.” She said, clearly enjoying the situation. Cammy had quickly become quite absorbed in the coloring book, making sure to pay some attention to her bladder but otherwise focusing on coloring. The drawings were genuinely difficult to fill in perfectly and required most of her attention on it if she were to finish it in time. “Lunchtime!” She said in a singsong voice, leaning over and moving her hand above Cammy’s diaper as if threatening to check her. “Are you still dry?” “Of course I am! I wouldn’t need to use the bathroom this fast!” She said, though once the amazon checked her she was quick to begin the teasing about not even knowing that she’d soaked her diaper. Cammy was positive that she hadn’t wet herself at any point in the four hours it had taken to finish her assignment, and she’d been getting less and less tolerant of Jessica’s taunting as the day progressed. “Stop lying to me! I would know if I were wet, and I would definitely know if I peed myself! You’re just mad because I didn’t fail” She said in a huff, shoving the finished pages of the coloring book towards Jessica’s face before slamming it back on the table. She was prepared for Jessica to be annoyed with her, and was both dreading and looking forward to finally getting a rise out of her demanding coworker. What she actually got was an amused look followed by having her own hand grabbed and squeezed past the tight waistband of the diaper and into the padding. The wet padding. The undeniably wet padding which made Cammy unable to deny it any longer. On the verge of tears as she struggled to accept that for the first time in twenty years she didn’t even notice an accident, she spoke up. “F-fine… Just change me and let me get back to work.” “Pfft, and do even more work that I’m not getting paid extra for? I could wait until we clock out tomorrow and you till might not need a change. Go back to your coloring and wait to get sent to the daycare.” She said callously as she browsed her phone. Jessica left a bag of apple slices and a large juice box on Cammy’s desk which she begrudgingly tore open and began eating. She tried to stop doing any more coloring out of spite, but by the time she’d finished eating she’d become so bored that she no longer cared and began coloring in a dinosaur. “I’ve got a surprise for you! Since you finished your apples like a good girl, I figured you deserved a treat~” Jessica said, pulling a warm chocolate chip cookie off of her desk and handing it to Cammy. It was about the size of her head, but it smelled so good that even her poor mood with Jessica couldn’t stop her from digging in. A lot of time was spent trying to get used to the wet padding, unable to ignore it now that it had been pointed out. The rest of her very childish workday passed by rather fast, and apart from an odd rumbling in her tummy it was uneventful too. Standing on her tippy toes she slid the book into Jessica’s desk as she didn’t want something like that in with her stuff. She gathered her things and made her way to the door, speeding up once Jessica began to yell to her. While putting another rain cloud on her chart. “If your diaper gets any thicker I’ll need to drive you to work, padding-butt.” Cammy waddled forward as quickly as was possible without further exposing her diaper, hoping that any coworkers would think Jessica’s taunt was aimed at someone else. Around halfway home she had to stop walking and clutch her stomach, a strong rumbling resounding through it. “D-did Jessica really spike that cookie? This is serious, I—“ A loud gurgle from her stomach interrupted her and she stopped walking until she was sure she could keep going. “— When I make it home with completely clean pants, the first thing I’m doing is thinking of how to make Jessica pay…” She said during her slow waddle. She was making pretty good time, though every time an amazon would walk past her it would cause her to flinch, making it harder to stay focused on her stomach. It almost seemed to Cammy as though the passing Amazons and ‘Tweeners could read her mind, though it was more likely that they’d come to recognize the look of a Little in need of the potty. She stumbled her way into the apartment and darted over to Maria, pulling in the hem of her yellow sundress. “Maria! I need the bathroom now!” She yelled. Maria picked her up without missing a beat, though being held in such a way that she couldn’t press her hands to her butt or press her legs together just made it harder to hold on. “I believe in you, Sweetie. Let’s head to your room and get that diaper off.” She said. Being carried up the stairs wasn’t easy, and she was starting to wonder if she’d even make it. “Just a second, I’ll have to get my key.” She fought very hard as Maria fished through her keyring seemingly on loop, but eventually she reached her limit as she let out a grunt and felt her control slip away. Her diaper suddenly feeling grosser and more full than ever, she successfully stopped herself from full on crying, but a few tears made their way down her cheeks. “You poor thing! Let’s get you inside” She said as she put away her key ring. If Cammy had been paying attention she would have noticed that not only did maria never enter a key, this was her first time trying to turn the knob. Cammy was too busy trying to think of any explanation for what had happened that didn’t involve her messing herself to question if the fold out changing table in her bathroom had always been there. By the time that she was stuffed into clean doubled diapers each of the same thickness as the last, she’d begrudgingly accepted that it had happened, but had moved on to counting the ways in which it wasn’t her fault. “I’ll be right back, I need to get a package of your diapers from veronica, you don’t seem to have a single diaper in your entire apartment!” She said in genuine surprise, and turned to leave. “You’re not going to tell Veronica about this, right?” She asked. Maria wrapped Cammy in a hug at the sight of her fragile expression. After carrying her to the couch and wrapping her in a blanket that would be difficult to struggle out of, though relaxing in a warm, tight blanket sounded nice at this point in the day. “Of course not, honey. I’ll be back soon, I promise.” She said and made her way across the hall. Letting herself in, she picked up the large package of thick diapers and looked over at Veronica. “Poor Cammy finally had a major accident and not going to complain about her diapers anymore. I know this is what’s best for her, but I still feel sad for her, when I left it looked like she was about to start wailing.” Veronica looked up from her phone, revealing her unnaturally wide grin. “Please tell me you haven’t changed her yet, I need to get a picture!” She said as she got to her feet, though she looked away awkwardly once she received a sharp glare from Maria. “You’ll be able to see it again soon enough. Littles are all so similar. They act like they need to be independent and they try so hard to get a job and a car and act like diapers are the end of the world, but whenever they end up with a mommy or daddy they’re always smiling and giggling and are so much happier.” “You’re missing the point, Maria! Sure the Littles get their fun from kids shows and plushies and shit like that, but the caretakers get their fun from messing with them and making sure they’re not running around with clean diapers thinking they’re mature!” She said. “Now Veronica, you know it’s rude to tease someone over something they can’t control, so you’d better leave her alone.” She lectured, and they both stayed silent until she reached the door with her package. “And I don’t want to hear that you’ve been teasing her. I know you keep a handful of cloth training pants in your underwear drawer and I presume you wouldn’t want me to tease you about them?” She said, leaving Veronica blushing with her mouth open. Re-entering the room she saw that Cammy was on the verge of falling asleep, coddled tightly in her blanket. Although it was also embarrassing, the tightness made it feel as though she were constantly being hugged, something that she wasn’t ready to complain about She was set down on her bed when her fragility got the better of her. “Um, w-would you mind laying with me for a little?” She asked softly with a thumb snaking its way into her mouth. Maria pulled her into the tightest hug she’d ever felt and happily laid with her. She slowly drifted off to sleep expecting to sleep until morning, but she awoke to the sound of heels on her wooden floor well before midnight, at least according to her clock. “Your Mommy sure took a while to leave, I assume you wanted a snack before bed and she wanted to take the time to breastfeed you?” Came the voice of Veronica as she strutted into the room. Camilla wanted to act tough and tell Veronica off, but you could only feel so powerful wrapped snugly in a blankey with your massive diapers that you earned by ruining your pants multiple times. “W-what do you want? You should be in bed too, shouldn’t you?” She asked. “I got bored of waiting, so I hit up on of the tamer clubs that opens at ten PM, and on my way back I made sure to grab a little something just for you. Something I know you’ll enjoy” She said, making sure she sounded as malicious as possible. “Here, check out this fun video, I picked it out just for you!” She said as she propped her phone beside Cammy and flipping her onto her side to watch. “That’s a good girl! Just watch that tonight and in the morning you’ll be so close to the Little you were always meant to be” She said softly. She was lucky to only catch a few glances of the screen. The hypnosis was designed for littles, so it ideally shouldn’t effect her, but sometimes the designers don’t care for Tweeners and are hoping to catch both the victim and aggressor in the trap Veronica slipped out as Cammy stared at the screen, drooling onto her pillow as she stared at the screen, her conscious mind overtaken and her subconscious wondering what this could possibly do to her...

I'm so confused... After a little over two weeks of being caught up with other things, I returned to working on the story thinking I was halfway through rewriting chapter seven, but after not finding the symbol I usually use to makr my current progress, I compared the document with the original, unedited copy from over a year ago and all signs point to me having completely finished chapter seven. and upon realizing this I now have vague memories of finishing chapter seven and closing the document while wondering how i'd change chapter eight, but I just feel like finishing the penultimate chapter of the entire document isn't something i'd forget. It's 5am so I need to go to bed, but tomorrow i'll post the AFAIK finished chapter 7 along with the original, undedited chapter 7 from february 2021 and if someone reads through both they can let me know if the edit is fully finished. I think it is though, especially as betweeners are mentioned in the final 1/5 of the chapter, and in the original story I hadn't yet seen the positives to having a betweener in the story so they weren't canon to my diaper dimension. Either way, an either completely or mostly finished chapter 7 posted tomorrow, and assuming it's actually done, chapter 8 will follow soon as even though 've barely started it, knowing that it's the very final chapter apart from the epilogues is sure to motivate me.

Sorry, I'll add in a short description. Yeah, it's a non-canon what-if that takes place where that * is in chapter 6

Sorry about the delay, I finished chapter six about a month ago but had some heavy writer's block with 6.5 and would feel a bit wieird releasing 6 at one point and then 6.5 at a later point. 6 rewritten is about 5k and 6.5 is 5.5K Chapter 6.5 is a lot more wholesome than any of the other chapters, but hopefully some people also enjoy that stuff too! ❤️ If the formatting is off in any way, let me know and I'll try to fix it ------------------------- Chapter 6 ------------------------ Camilla wiped her thumb on her skirt as she got up. "Hmm. The bed's dry, I don't have to go, and the... diaper.—" She grimaced at using the word and reached a hand down and squeezed the front, finding it only a little wet "— Is mostly dry! I knew the other day was a fluke." She got dressed, grabbed her purse, and slid on the light-up velcro shoes that were apparently hers now. Heading downstairs to the lobby, she noticed maria and took a deep breath, trying to work up the courage to ask for a diaper change. "Mar—" She began, being cut off as the amazon noticed her. "Camilla! Did you sleep alright? You must be here for a change, hmm?" She closed the distance between them and pulled the waistband forward, noticing the wetness and leading Camilla by hand to the backroom. “I slept fine… Um, Could i wear panties today?” She asked hesitantly, but somewhat to her surprise, Maria agreed, pulling out a surprisingly ordinary pair of pink panties before sliding them up the Little’s legs. She was surprised again when Maria also pulled out a thick white diaper. “Hey! I’m already wearing panties, what’s that for?” She asked. Maria smiled down at her, and in a patronizing tone said “I’m always happy to indulge you, but i’m sure you remember our talk about what makes amazon more protective? This is only to keep you safe, and I refuse to compromise your safety.” With a sigh, Camilla tried her best to not look embarrassed as she was wiped down, powdered, and another identical diaper was taped on. "T-thanks... I'll see you after work." She said, making her way down the door and pulling her skirt as low as it would go without exposing the top of the diaper, paranoid that everyone could see it. On the way to work she saw a brown haired little standing near an empty stroller and appearing very distressed. "You've gotta help me! I was on a walk with my friend, and this mean amazon picked her up, put her in a stroller and walked off! I trailed them here and she left to go change her or something." She said in a panicked tone. "I'm sorry to hear that, but would i be able to do?" Camilla asked, and the other little was quick to respond. "My friend left her phone in the stroller. I can see it but i'm too weak to climb up there, but if you can grab it I have a tweener friend we can call who can save her!" * Camilla did want to help, but the whole situation just seemed a bit fishy. Just before she could apologize and refuse to help, she saw a red haired, taller than average amazon staring at her and peeking out from a nearby house. Realizing the entire thing was a trap, she took off towards work as fast as she could go without risk of falling down (Which wasn't very fast), and luckily neither of them followed her. After a few minutes of jogging she entered the front door. Not wanting to risk the stairs in her skirt and diaper combo, she headed to the elevator expecting to press the button and be on her way. Unfortunately however, the button being ten feet off the ground gave her little choice but to wait for someone else to arrive. She didn't need to wait long, and an amazon in a business suit and skirt walked up and pressed the button, allowing her to walk in with her. "Could you press the second floor button for me? It's a bit hard to reach..." Camilla said awkwardly and with a nervous laugh. The woman seemingly ignored her and pressed the button for the basement. Camilla was getting worried, as she knew that the only important thing in the basement was the employee daycare, though her knees wobbled as she thought of how to word her next phrase. Unlike with the Amazons she'd known, this was a completely foreign, thirteen foot tall woman with a very cold expression on her face and no one else around to at least keep the bullying low. She began by clearing her throat, before loudly but nervously saying that she was a fellow employee as she pulled her employee ID from her purse. The woman bent down to look at the card and eventually relented, neither of the women getting out as the elevator opened to the basement. "Are you sure you'd rather go to work? You'll be staying down here within a week anyways, and i think you'll really enjoy all the fun activities and objects we have, so isn't it a waste of your time to work a few more days for nothing before you do?" She said, her voice completely flat and serious as she walked out the door, after thankfully having pressed the floor two button. Thankful to be back to the relative safety of the office, Camilla noticed the first spark of trouble when she was halfway to her seat: A large, pink, hello kitty themed calander complete with various sunny and cloudy stickers. Reading 'Baby Cammy's potty training chart' in a cursive font at the top of the calander caused her to storm (As fast as she could without making it obvious what was under her skirt) to Jessica's desk, the person most likely to have made the calander. "Take that chart down! I'm letting you check me every day, so why do the results of your checks need to be public knowledge?" She said, very confident at first, with her voice growing quieter the more she spoke. Jessica laughed, reaching down to ruffle 'Cammy's hair. " 'Letting' me? I don't know why you'd want to pretend that you're willing to allow someone to check your panties, but it's still a lie. If you actually had a choice than you'd never have your undies examined, but you don't and I say that everyone should see your calander." She swiveled her chair around to resume her work, but just as Cammy turned to leave, she continued. "This might be good for you anyways. Your results being public may inspire you to be much more careful that everyone is met with a chart full of sunshine." having fought and negotiated more with amazons so far that day than she typically did by bedtime caused Camilla to feel a bit numb, enough so that when she reached her cubicle to find a bright pink plastic potty decorated with kids show stickers, she simply kicked it under her desk and tried to focus on her actual work. Thankfully, interrupting an employee while they're clearly doing their job is against the rules regardless of size, though that didn't stop a betweener or two snapping a pic when they saw Cammy with her thumb in her mouth while waiting for her printer to fire up, eliciting a star of simultaneous annoyance and confusion from the little. For a few hours, Camilla was able to feel like an actual adult. Sure, the diaper was impossible to ignore, its comfortably soft padding and warm, relaxing puffiness forcing camilla to repress the thought that she might actually like how they feel, but writing spreadsheets and taking calls did make her feel important and mature. Unfortunately that feeling couldn't last long, and she found herself needing the bathroom. With her hand on the knob she turned it, only for it to refuse to turn. Not wanting to bother Julia she begrudgingly marched to Jessica's office and explained that the door was jammed. Jessica stood up and laughed, walking towards Camilla's desk. "Do you see that key?"— She asked as she pointed to a small key hanging from a nail about eight feet off the ground. —" Management has realized that, between all the littles working here, they're losing hundreds of dollars every week in the extra paid bathroom breaks you all take, so when they chose to put an end to that it was either only hire amazons or start regulating when you can go potty." Camilla opened her mouth to speak, but it took her a few minutes to think of what to say. "So I need your permission for the bathroom? Are you free to say no? Is there a limit to how many times i can go?" She asked, anxiety welling up within her that she'd only be able to use the bathroom twice or even once per eight hour shift, which she knew would be impossible to handle on top of the half hour walk home. "So many questions!" She said, though from her tone she seemed happy to answer them, either because it gave her a break from work or because she loved giving bad news to Camilla. Once they reached the Little's desk, she continued. "You can ask me for permission to use the bathroom, and maybe i'll say yes if i'm in a good mood. But if i say no, or if it's an emergency, than you can always use"— She reached below Cammy's desk and pulled out the plastic potty, setting it on her chair. —"This!" Seconds of silent passed as camilla cycled through various emotions, not wanting to speak until she was sure she wouldn't say anything bad. From wanting to believe Jessy was lying, to anger over being asked to use a plastic potty, to realization that the truth didn't really matter, as she could easily be forced to use the potty regardless. "I... I'll think about it" She said quietly, moving the potty off of her chair and getting back to work as she waited for the Amazon to leave. If she had to use a pink training potty in front of coworkers she was sure as hell not going to use it twice. Waiting until she could barely hold it (Which unfortunately was four hours before the end of work) she stood up and approached veronica, getting on her tippy-toes so she could whisper to her massive coworker. "Jessica, I need to use the bathroom, and...I need help getting something off as well." Jessica's face lit up as if she'd just been told she's getting a paid week off, and she scooped camilla up in her arms. The little didn't even argue as she was led back to her desk rather than the bathroom, knowing it was pointless or worse to argue. First, she set the potty on the floor, and next was removing Cammy's diaper which she made sure to do agonizingly slowly. Unable to wait for Jessica to turn around she let it out, quickly feeling the immense relief as she closed her eyes and let go. She was so distracted by the relief that it was ten seconds later that she realized that the noise of liquid hitting plastic should probably be louder. Followed by the realization that her butt shouldn't be so warm, and finally remembering that she wasn't just wearing a diaper. Her eyes shot open, with her first sight being jessica with a hand over her mouth, struggling not to burst out into laughter. "I... I-I..." Camilla tried and failed to think of any defence, tears welling up in her eyes as she realized what she'd done, and in front of Jessica no less. "Hmm...You wear a diaper when you don't need to, and the same day you have the last accident that you need to start requiring diapers. It almost seems like you got a taste for diapers at home and wanted to be able to wear them at work, too." She said, and Cammy began to suck on her thumb as it was all she could do to avoid full on crying. Jessica must've noticed this as well, as she gently lifted the pouting little up, carrying her into the bathroom after unlocking the door. "Normally I wouldn't go out of my way to change a diaper like this, but I don't mind it as much for you." She said, as if she was expecting it to make Cammy not feel bad about failing to use a plastic potty correctly. After being wiped and padded, the diaper She'd been wearing was strapped back on (And her skirt was mercifully given back) and with a light slap to her butt she was let down from the changing table. Looking up to Jessica, she finally felt brave enough to defend herself. "T-that wouldn't have happened if the bathroom wasn't locked. It was only because I had to wait so long that I didn't notice I still..." She tried to finish her sentence but couldn't get the words out. "So this shouldn't count as a raincloud, since it wasn't my fault." "Aww, sweetie... Correct me if i'm wrong, but: Would it really matter if the office forced you to wear diapers? Seems to me like someone else beat us to it." She said, and Cammy sheepishly looking to the ground told her she was right. "I was told to take you to the boss when you were demoted to diapers, so follow me to the office." She said as they left the bathroom, Camilla having to spend a minute pushing the door open with most of her strength, as Jessica didn't hold it open for her. The trip to the office was short, and Julia didn't look like she had much to say. Rising from her chair, the shorter than average Amazon approached Cammy and even knelt down so they were within a few feet of each other. "If you had any other boss in this company you'd be a ballpit tester by now." She said in a stern tone, making Camilla unsure whether it was a threat or a kind reminder that Julia was willing to overlook some mistakes. "I believe it's possible for a little to be just as adult and capable as an amazon, but that doesn't mean It's impossible for you to be just another immature toddler destined for diapers. Cut down on liquids before bed, pay attention to when you need to go, and if you actually try you may just stand a chance at getting back into training pants." "Uh, you mean panties, right?" Camilla asked nervously, though the look on Julia's face told her she'd said something good. "I like the motivation. Get out of your losing streak and you'll be back in actual panties before you know it. Now go get some work done, both of you." She said, and before long the two of them were standing in the hall. "I guess it's finally time to get back to work... Follow me to your new workspace" Jessica said nonchalontly, refusing to answer Camilla's questions as to what she meant. They arrived at Jessica's workspace where a smaller desk with nothing but a stack of papers were set up. Camilla opened her mouth to ask a few questions, but Jessica spoke up before she could. "We obviously only stock little-proof diapers here, and it would be pretty silly for you to walk all the way to me and all the way back just to use your little potty, so we've moved your it and your desk here!" She said happily. Looking at her new desk was severely disappointing; The desk itself came up to jessica's kneecaps just like her old, but rather than wood and metal it was composed of the kind of rough plastic that you'd find in a playset, and the only things on the desk were pens, papers (which on further inspection were very simple forms that she could probably do blindfolded). "You can't seriously expect me to work here, It doesn't even have a phone!" She said, hoping that by ignoring the plastic potty under the desk she wouldn't need to use it again. She sat with a sigh, her face reddening when her diapered butt hitting the chair made an audible poof. "It's alright, your duties have been scaled back a bit. Now that we're working together I'll have most of your calls.—" Cammy felt as though the glare she was getting could melt right through her "— And it'll stay that way until you get replaced by another little, so you'd better hope you entertain me enough to make up for the extra work." Leaning forward to hide the fear on her face, Cammy focused on filling out the patronizingly worded documents. They included such phrases as "Sign your documents, and If you're having trouble spelling your name, consult a grown up!", "Don't be afraid to ask for crayons if you're more comfortable with those", and complete at the bottom of each page was the alphabet and first nine numbers drawn on blocks to 'help' her remember how to write them. The final few hours of work weren't too much worse than usual, only with a lot more blushing and a lot less bathroom usage, but she was able to avoid any more of Jessica's glare and teasing. As she stood up to leave she worried how noticeable her diaper would be on the walk home and figured she should at least ask if they had anything useful. "Do you think you could change me into training pants before we leave?" She asked, trying her best to sound polite. Jessica reached down and squeezed the padding around Cammy's crotch. "Hmm, only a little wet. Sorry; I can change you into a fresh diaper if you'd like, but I obviously didn't bring any pullups and the daycare doesn't stock anything but big, poofy diapers like yours~" She said knowing that at least a few boxes of pull-ups were somewhere in the daycare. "Oh..." Dejected, she headed for the door simply hoping no one would notice her padding. Before she reached the door however, she saw Jessica happily putting a raincloud sticker on her chart to the quiet cheering of a few amazons who made a point to congratulate her, though she didn't know whether they were congratulating her for still being adult enough not to mess herself, or for taking another step towards diaper dependency. The walk home was long and stressful as everyone she passed seemed to be staring at her skirt area, and she flinched every time they passed by, positive that she'd feel the waistline of her diaper peeled back and be accused of not being clean, or a betweener shoving a pacifier in her mouth and locking it on. None of this happened however, and apart from a moderately full bladder she reached the apartment without issue. Maria sat at her desk in the lobby as usual, excited to see Cammy again and especially so to see that her diaper was still where it should be. Almost immediately Camilla asked if she could have her diaper taken off. Even if it was only until the morning, she wanted to feel the freedom and maturity that came with thin, small underwear, though she had to silence the tiny voice that asked if panties were actually better than the padded warmth, soft comfort, and peace of mind that came from being diapered. "Were you able to stay dry aaaall day?"She said in a sweet tone. Perhaps it was that she knew lying was immature and wanted to feel adult. It might've been that, unlike almost all other amazons, her sweet and matronly voice sounded sincere, as if she actually cared a lot about Camilla as opposed to the sarcastic bullying tone of Jessica, or perhaps she just felt bad lying to someone who'd been so nice to her. Whatever it was, she shook her head, eyes closed shut as she prepared for Maria to laugh, but instead she was calm and very soft spoken with her reply. "It's okay sweetie. I know you're trying, and i'm sure you'll have potty training down in no time! You're actually the most adult little i've ever had in this building." She said. Brushing over Maria's reocurring terminology issue, Cammy was visibly happy to hear that she's so adult. It didn't occur to her that perhaps Maria had never had a Little tenant who hasn't already ended up having their diapers changed by their mommy, but that never crossed Cammy's mind. "Well can you take me to the bathr—" She began, but she was interrupted as Veronica jogged down the stairs. "Sis, you're late! We've gotta go now if we're gonna get to the store before they close." She said, grabbing camilla's hand and nearly pulling her out the door, but not before Maria spoke up. "Make sure you're both back here before dark, and I don't want any bullying, okay? If she doesn't want something that she needs, you do it and tell me when you get back." She said sternly, and Camilla could tell that even Veronica was nervous by the way her hand began being crushed. She nodded to the amazon and walked briskly out the door. Partway throug htheir walk they walked past an amazon woman who grinned at them "Is she yours or are you babysitting? She looks so precious!" She said, and Veronica's grip tightened again. "Er, yeah! Adopted her a few months ago. I'm taking my time with her, so she's still a bit more mature than a toddler, but we're making progress." She said to the now somewhat sceptical face of the stranger. "Well, Missy? Is she telling the truth?" She asked. Camilla felt terrified due to the presence of the amazon, but also free to be honest now that her "sister" was being put under scrutiny. Fidgetting awkwardly as she looked straight ahead at the thigh of the woman. "Um, she's my..." She began, but the anxiety of going against veronica stopped her from saying 'roommate' and her pride stopped her from saying 'sister'. After a few moments the woman laughed and commented again how cute Cammy was, peeling back the band of her skirt and diaper as well and praising her for staying dry for so long. After a sigh of relief from both of them they were on their way to the store. By the time they entered the automatic doors Cammy was already walking with her legs pushed a bit closer to hold her bladder longer. "Hmm... I'll remove those tapes once we're inside, If you'll agree to try any three items that I pick out at least once." She suggested. Camilla muttered non-committally as she set a pack of soda in the cart, not wanting to lose her chance to get changed, but definitely not wanting to spend the night trying baby food and formula. The store did have a few little sized shopping carts, but everyone knew they were knowingly designed to veer in one direction and be very hard to push, all to try and move littles to accept the inevitable offer from an amazon to share a cart if the Little would sit in front of it. Needless to say, Camilla was thankful that Veronica offered to push an amazon cart. She was a bit more considerate of the offer as they were approaching checkout. Now pressing her hands against her diaper in a mildly helpful attempt at prolonging her accident, she spoke up. "Please take me to the bathroom, I need to go..." She said, hardly believing that she needed to ask to use the toilet. "You know the deal, you get those tapes off when you agree to try out whatever i pick out." She said with a smirk, though Camilla couldn't care about anything other than making sure she'd never have two accidents in one day. After being walked to the bathroom she was picked up and placed on the toilet, unable to protest as it's not like she wanted to be off of the toilet. Veronica pulled the diaper down to her feet and turned around (Staying in the stall with her). Sighing, Cammy knew she couldn't get veronica out of the stall, so after checking to make sure she wasn't somehow wearing panties again, she bit her lips and let go. The satisfying feeling as she used the potty was almost good enough to make her forget that she'd be trying some new things for her "Sister", and after being rediapered (and being denied her request to just wear the skirt home) they made their way back to their cart and checked out, Veronica's items being hidden within a large bag as she'd apparently picked them by herself when Camilla was grabbing some of the groceries. After paying, Veronica put all their stuff in a huge bag and they began their walk home. She felt a little guilty, as she could tell the bag was hard to carry even for the betweener, though she was also grateful as she normally had to limit herself to a few bags. After passing Maria and walking up the stairs she was clearly winded, though it didn't stop her from being scarily excited about what she'd gotten for her sis. First up was a pair of padded, soft mittens that had padlocks at the wrists and would make even turning a doorknob with both hands pretty difficult. Camilla gulped, she was already pretty helpless against the advances of anyone bigger than her, and these would make it all but impossible to put up a meaningful resistance. "S-so how long do i have to try these things out?" She asked. Maria said no bullying, but she could also be oddly firm on certain things for how usually pro-little she was, and she may just say that an agreemant should be upheld. "Hmm... One day each unless you like them, then you can wear them whenever you want!" She said as she pulled out a frilly, ruffled pink onesie with no sleeves or legs and complete with snap buttons at the crotch. She looked away and tried to pretend it was just a pink shirt. The final item was worse than the first two combined: A pack of extra thick nighttime diapers on par with doubling up her current diaper and complete with a space theme with moons that acted as wetness indicators. Cammy took a step back and a few deep breaths as she forced herself to not imagine what she'd look like wearing them. "Now, you can either do this with me all day next saturday, or you can do this for the rest of the night and we can get you into your new outfit right away" She said. Camilla nodded, jumping on the chance to not only have a shorter time in the double diapers, but also not have to spend the next week dreading saturday. 'Having my underwear taken off by someone younger than me will never not be embarrassing' she thought as she was stripped down. The first thing to go on was the ridiculously thick nighttime diapers, which Cammy was pleased to see still took a decent amount of effort for Veronica to pull off. When her butt was laid on top of the diaper it felt nearly as cushioned as her couch, and once it was securely fastened (With little-proof tapes and lots of baby powder) she couldn't even touch her thighs together! The onesie was next, draping her in frilly pink. It took a minute to get the buttons over her massive diaper, but they shut with a satisfying snap and it was onto the simplest item, the mittens. Sliding them over her hands she could feel the literal inch of padding, and they were near impossible to bend. Veronica was as happy as Cammy had ever seen her once the mittens were locked on. "You. Are. So. Precious!" She said as she booped camilla's nose, eliciting a blush from the little. Cammy reached out to grab Veronica's phone as she held it up to Cammy and took a few pictures. "Just to remember this night, and they'll be great if I see that amazon again!" She said, smiling. Poor cammy wanted to tell veronica off, but she felt as rediculously babyish as she looked, so it was difficult to summon up any courage. Veronica stayed with her until it was bedtime watching blues clues, forcing her to drink way too much water, and somehow most embarrassing of all, putting Cammy's hair in pigtails. "Well, I think it's almost your bedtime, so i'm gonna head out. Come see me tomorrow when you need that diaper swapped out for your diapers." She said, emphasising that Cammy now her own diapers and that she had to wear them. They both knew that she waited until it was obvious that the Little needed to use the bathroom, but there was nothing she could do about it. Once Veronica had left she prepared to go ask maria about using the bathroom, but when she saw herself in the mirror her jaw dropped. Her red hair done up in pigtails, her massive puffy diaper completely obvious in her pink onesie, and her pouty expression all made her near indestinguishable from the littles she'd caught glimpses of in strollers. Shaking her head to snap herself out of it, she headed to the closet to grab a shirt and pants. After ten minutes of sturggling, she gave up on the shirt as she couldn't get it on with her mitts, and the pants were no better as even her stretchiest yoga pants were just barely unable to fit over the diaper. With a sigh she opened her door and toddled down the hall at about a quarter the speed of a normal run towards maria's room on the first floor. Walking past the desk towards her room. Knocking loudly with her mittened hands, she waited for Maria to open the door. "Ooooh you look so precious!" Maria said as she knelt down to see her better. "It must be freezing in that outfit, I bet you're here because you don't like the color of the footie PJs In your closet and want a cuter pair, huh?" She suggested, causing Cammy to pout more. "N-not really, I just need you to take my diaper o-off so I can go to the bathroom before bed." Her appearance made it very tough to feel confident, and she spoke quietly enough that she was sorprised maria was able to hear her, though she must've as she took Cammy's hand and led her to her own bathroom. Maria was at least nice enough to give her privacy, though with the threat of coming in if she wasn't done in two minutes to make sure she didn't fall and hurt herself. "I know you may not like how big this diaper is, but Veronica already told me you agreed to it, so I won't take it off until tomorrow." She said, though Cammy expected as much. Once she was fully redressed, she made her way back to her room and into the bedroom. It had been a long, stressful day and she was ready to pass out. Climbing into bed was much more difficult than before due to the wooden bars that had been nailed to the sides of her bed. "Maria... I know you care, but you need to stop doing this." She said with a sigh, lifting her padded butt into bed and putting the blanket over her. Cammy was close to tears when she realized that due to the mittens she would be unable to suck her thumb, and she saw nothing wrong or immature about that, but eventually she managed to drift off without it... ----------------------------- Chapter 6.5 (A non canon what-if) ..."I'm sorry to hear that, but would i be able to do?" Camilla asked, and the other little was quick to respond. "My friend left her phone in the stroller. I can see it but i'm too weak to climb up there, but if you can grab it I have a tweener friend who can save her!" * Something about the situation was a bit fishy, but Camilla knew she wouldn't be able to sleep at night if she were the reason a Little was forcibly adopted, so she grabbed the stroller with both hands and slowly hoisted herself inside. "Where's the phone, I don't see it?" She shouted down. Instead of a response, she looked down just in time to see the girl press a button near one of the wheels, and suddenly the heavy, plastic bar swung down on top of her, locking her in a stomach-down laying position. "Hey what gives?! press that button again, quick!" She cried "Nuh uh, now that we've got you, Mommy's gonna take us to an amusement park!" She said as an amazon she'd never seen lifted the Little into the stroller and began to push. She was slightly above average height even for an amazon at about thirteen feet. Her deeply red hair would be long if it weren't in an updo, and 'Milf' would be a very accurate description based on her age and body. "Let me go! I need to get to work." She yelled, though the Amazon simply slapped a pacifier in her mouth, and due to the formation of the bar, she wasn't able to reach her mouth. "Hmm, she's so cute, and her hair color even matches mine. Do you think she'd make a good sister?" She said to her daughter as she handed her a juice box. "Mmh! And I think this one is gonna stay with us, Mommy! I saw up her skirt when she was climbing, and she's already wearing diapers!" The little said excitedly, apparently happy to have a sister. "And that reminds me. I bet you want to get out of those silly panties and back into your warm, comfy diapees, huh?" 'Mommy' said as she ruffled her Little's hair. After a quick stop to put the other Little into double diapers, the ride resumed and carried on the same way until they reached an ice cream shop. "Since you did such a good job today, you've earned some ice cream! Would you like some as well?" She asked, and when camilla didn't move her head the other little removed the pacifier so she could speak. "No, I don't want any ice cream. I just want to be dropped off so I can get to my f***ing office!" She said, the combination of fear, annoyance, and confusion causing her to swear, though she realized it had been a bad idea when the bar had been undone and she was being carried away, the other little looking on the verge of tears as Camilla was carried off. She was set on 'Mommy's' lap, and the woman took a deep breath to calm herself. "I won't punish you for this because I know it's partly my fault. My Sally came to me a complete wreck, certain she'd hate being adopted and scared to death, but resigned to it because she was wracked with problems and had no other choice." She said, and she was seemingly telling the truth based on her expression. "That was a few years ago. At first she was very surprised at how nice and accommodating I was, and she's since grown to love being my girl and we can both be happy to have each other, and I want other littles to realize that maybe they're scared of something they'd really like if they gave it a chance." She said, her arm on Camilla's shoulder. “Life is hard, especially when everyone around you has more money or power or size, and I’d be ecstatic to help a few people realize they’d be happier with a mommy of their own.” She said as she gently stroked Cammy’s hair, which made her a bit uncomfortable, but she didn’t want to interrupt. “I apologize for this big event, but what I’m proposing is one week of staying with me. You hate it, you leave. You love it, you stay with us.” She said matter of factly Camilla wasn’t fully convinced, but she was relieved that this amazon did seem to care about making Littles happy. "You mean that you'll give me nice food and gifts and all I have to do to go back to my normal life is say that I wouldn't want to live with you?" She asked. "Exactly. I have no interest in forcing Littles into a life they don't want, my goal is to make you happy. Just play along for a week or so, go to the amusement park with us, and see how you feel. I only ask that you have an open mind." She said before picking her up and setting her back in the stroller, thankfully with no locked plastic bar. Camilla looked over to the black haired girl happily sucking on a bottle. Well kempt and smiling, she definitely seemed to enjoy her life, but the edges of a few (clearly quite old) scars poking out from her onesie sleeve gave further credence that Sally was a troubled girl who was being loved and well treated. Taking a deep breath, Cammy spoke quietly while still looking at her. “Uh, Sally, Listen. You seem nice, and I wanted to apologize if I freaked you out a bit earlier. I guess I can try this whole thing out at least for a few days, and it hadn’t really been explained to me yet so I was panicking.” She said. Sally pulled her in for a tight hug in response, and all things considered it was a pretty welcomed one. Cammy felt a pit in her stomach knowing she was apologizing over swearing due to being kidnapped in a stroller, but passing up a week of free food and vacation would be too stupid. She just hoped they accepted ‘temporary forced adoption’ as a vlaid reason to miss work. The stroller rolled forward as they prepared to order. "I try to give punishments as sparingly as possible, so you can still have some ice cream. Why don’t the two of you learn more about each other while the line is moving forward?” Sally put her bottle down with a loud pop as the nipple left her mouth. “What kinda games d’you like to play? I really like my toy car playset, but there’s also dress up. Oh! And board games when they’re not too complicated. And there’s also lots of video games like….” She said, launching into an excited tangent which Cammy had to afterwords respond to saying that she hadn’t had time for games recently. After promising to play games with her later that night, they arrived at the front and Cammy was able to get a vanilla sundae. She declined the offer to have it fed to her, and as embarrassing as it was to admit, sitting diapered in a stroller was already starting to seem like a worthy payoff for free high quality food. Some time during the ride there, Cammy heard a distinctive hissing sound and looked over to see that Sally was idly playing with a doll seemingly unaware of her accident. Another half hour later and they arrived at Camilla's temporary new home. A large, three story house with a fence surrounding it and a beautiful garden. The inside was just as elaborate, and if it wasn't for the play pens, toys, and outfits scattered around it would easily be one of the classiest buildings she'd ever seen. "This is your house? You must be loaded..." She said as they walked together through the large double doors. 'Mommy' chuckled and lifted Sally into her arms and slipped a paci into her mouth. “Speaking of which, If we toured the whole place tonight you’d be up past your bedtime, so why don’t you follow me and we can explore the more important rooms. Or you can join Sally up here in my arms~” She said playfully. Cammy shook her head as her cheeks quickly reddened. “I-i prefer to walk.” She said, receiving a frown from sally and a “Suit yourself” from the amazon. The first few rooms they visited were impressive but predictable; a large, fully stocked kitchen and a living room with plenty of furniture and most every electronic device she could think of. The bathroom was next, and the amazon had a decent bit to say. “Here’s the bathroom, though if you’re anything like sally you’ll give up on it pretty soon in. Isn’t that right, sally-dear?” She said, ending with a patronizing tone and a raspberry blown onto Sally’s tummy. Cammy averted her eyes. On a regular child it would’ve been cute, but for someone a few years older than her and the same height it put her on edge. The amazon turned to leave, but Cammy spoke up, wanting to see how kind this woman actually was. “Actually um, while we’re in here I was wondering if I could finally get out of this diaper?” She said with a kind tone. The amazon looked genuinely worried, putting her other hand to her face and thinking for a moment. “I’d be willing to try it, but the problem is I’ve long since stopped buying pullups, and you obviously wouldn’t fit into my panties… Sally sweetie, do you want to check your closet for an old package?” She asked patronizingly, to which she nodded and toddled out of the room. “As I’ve said before, your happiness is more important to me than seeing your adorable waddle as you explore the house in a big diaper, so I’d be happy to let you try training pants or even panties. “ She said, causing cammy to get quite excited , though she wasn’t finished. “Keep in mind however, that kindness is not the same as letting you stain my couch a dozen times, so either you’re continent, you’re okay with diapers, or you’re willing to potty train. And just in case you’re not quite ready for ‘Mommy’ yet, my name is Dorea, which you’re free to call me. Would you like to share your name?” “Cammy… Er, Camilla” She said, silently cursing at herself for using the nickname that she hated. Before Dorea could respond Sally walked back holding a large package of padded underwear. They were about 25% thicker than her previous pullups, 75% thinner than her current diaper, and were decorated with crowns, pink thrones, and elegant purple rattles. She was quickly changed into the pullups and was so pleased to be in thinner underwear again that she forgot she needed to use the bathroom until they’d made it into the play room. The absolute amount of toys was massive, and Dorea clearly felt bad about making Sally clean up after herself as most of them were on the floor. “This is Sally’s favorite room: The playroom, and I’m sure you’ll be spending a lot of time here. Next on the tour is the bedr—“ She said before being interrupted by sally shouting, toddling over to Cammy and grabbing her arm. “She wants to pway wif me! We can see the bedwoom aftew we eat!” She said, to which Dorea chuckled and patted both of their heads. Camilla noticed Sally flinch slightly as the large hand rested on her head, and she made a note to ask her fellow little about it at some point and hoping she wasjust caught off guard. Apparently the first thing Sally wanted to do was have a tea party with the two of them and a few stuffed animals. Pouring a bottle of iced tea into the plastic kettle, the two would chat and drink for about an hour, with the occasional check to make sure the stuffies were happy. From their extended conversation Cammy gathered that the little across from her was a lot more mentally mature than she seemed. From the way she talked she was clearly smarter than the age she was acting as, and her childish behaviors and mistakes were so over the top that it almost seemed she was doing them on purpose. Not caring enough to dwell on it, she stood up and prepared to leave for the bathroom, but Sally grabbed her from behind. “Let go, I’ll only be gone a minute and then we can play some more.” She said. “Nuh uh! You keep twying to be an aduwt, but in here youwe just my owdew sista’” She said, tightening her hold. She pulled out her pacifier and stuck it in Cammy’s mouth before continuing. “You can be an adult for the rest of your life when or if you leave. Do you really want to pass up the one chance to be a baby risk free?” She said. Camilla was about ot say that yes, she would indeed prefer to not have to be a baby, but Sally continued. “Just relax and let go. I promise Mommy will believe me when I say I made you. There’s no risk, no punishment, just the calm, relaxing feeling wetting yourself.” She whispered into camilla’s ear. She couldn’t help but wonder if she’d gone crazy, but the passionate speech about pants wetting was pretty convincing, and before long she was sighing in relief as a satisfying warmth spread across her pullups. Sally was right, when there was no consequence or fear surrounding it, it was a nice feeling. She was apprehensive about continuing the teaparty, but was talked into continuing it for a little longer, which ended up being until her pullup began to feel cold and uncomfortable. Excusing herself from the table (And without being held hostage this time) she made her way to the bathroom. Finding that the toilet was too high for her to climb onto, she made her way to the kitchen where she found Dorea. She froze for a moment, knowing what she had to say but being too scared to say it, until eventually she closed her eyes and forced the words out. “I was gonna go to the bathroom but then Sally said I should try wetting at least once so I did and now I need a new pullup but it’s not my fault” She said without taking a single breath or looking directly at her. “Of course, sweetie! I’m glad she’s including you in her playtime, and I’m very impressed with how open minded you are! Follow me.” She said, leading Cammy to the bathroom and quickly wiping her down and sliding a new pullup on. “Dinner will be in an hour, and after that it’s bedtime unless you have a good enough reason to stay up.” She said, receiving an “Mhm!” From Cammy, who spent the hour looking for any actual fun toys in the playroom and settling on a decently complex lego set. Dinnertime snuck up on the two littles who were both engrossed in their own toys, Cammy about half finished with her legos and Sally playing pretend with dolls. Once they’d brushed their teeth they one brought into the kitchen, and after begrudgingly allowing herself to be put into a high chair (Which was ironically about the same height as Dorea’s chair) they could all eat. Supper was grilled chicken with mashed potatoes for Dorea, and sandwiches of various arrangement for Sally as they were apparently her favorite. Cammy was allowed to choose from either as well as whatever was in the fridge, but she went with the chicken. The quality and taste were well above what she’d normally have at home. She knew it was a bit weird, but she completely understood when asked to eat with a plastic fork. Normally it would come off as patronizing and trying to turn her into a baby, but knowing that it was coming from a sweet, caring woman made the idea of “Plastic is a safer thing to put in your mouth than metal, and I’d hate for you to stab yourself or chip a tooth with it” sound totally reasonable. After the meal they were carried to the couch and a children’s cartoon was put on. Laying under a heavy blanket while cuddling with sally made her feel as though she could fall asleep then and there, though there was the problem of how full her bladder had gotten since playtime. She was already annoyed about having to get up, but when she realized she’d need Dorea to lift her onto the toilet, she paused. Biting her lip, she contemplated the one way she could wait until they’d all have to get up anyways, and after a minute or two she made her decision. Cammy closed her eyes and tried to relax, and when she still had trouble she imagined herself sitting on the toilet until eventually she felt the familiar warmth begin to spread throughout her undies, letting out a sgih of relief as she emptied her bladder. Her eyes opened to the sight of both of the other women looking at her with a smile until she turned around and shoved her face into the couch cushion while questioning her choice. She felt a gentle hand caressing her head which she assumed to be Dorea’s. “Oh, Sweetie… There is nothing wrong with doing what you feel like doing in the moment, and there’s certainly nothing to be ashamed of! If you choose not to do something just because you’d feel ashamed, than you’re going to have a pretty boring life” She said all while stroking Cammy’s hair. “I-i guess so…” She said with a sniffle. The wetness of the pullup wasn’t too bad for her either. Sure, It was a little uncomfortable, but by the time she was brought into the bathroom to be changed before bed, it was easy to ignore. “Now, would you like to be changed into another pull-up or a fresh diaper? If you occasionally wake up wet I recommend that you choose diapers, but I won’t force you.” She said softly. Camilla was tempted to go with diapers simply due to her recent accidents and the gentle, understanding tone of the Amazon, but the allure of thin underwear was too much to pass up. She felt slightly guilty as they were slid up her legs, as by choosing the pull-ups she was implying that she never wet the bed, which wouldn’t be entirely accurate. “Time for bed, Cuties. It would be best for you to share a bed tonight, as I know it can be frightening to stay in an unfamiliar house and I don’t want Camilla getting scared.” She said as she led them into a massive bedroom with a railed queen bed , a large pink crib, a changing station and two doors. Cammy was happy to finally be called by her full first name, feeling even happier upon being carried onto the bed and practically sinking into the soft mattress, and even being surrounded by a hoard of stuffed animals had benefits that outweighed the slight embarrassment. With a kiss on the forehead to each of them, Dorea headed out of the room, the door left open a crack and a nightlight left on. They laid in silence for a few minutes before Cammy began thinking about her situation. She wasn’t even sure if Sally was still awake, but she had a few questions that she really wanted to try getting answered. “Sally? If you’re up I wanted to ask you if this is how Dorea always acts? Like is she always this nice or is she pretending or something?” She said. She considered having her hold up fingers if they were being spied on, but she concluded that either Dorea actually was this nice and was likely worth staying with, or she wasn’t and Cammy wouldn’t have a choice, so she didn’t bother. Squinting at her in the dim room, Sally looked determined as she slowly responded. “I’m not sure how much Mommy told you, but I guess this isn’t the kind of thing I can have her explain to you, and you really should know.” Camilla’s heart began to beat faster as her mind filled with dozens of terrible mistreatment that Sally may be about to complain about, but what she actually said was very relieving and yet just as sad. Sally closed her eyes and her face scrunched up, but she did manage to speak. “when I was still trying to be a big girl, I hated being treated like this, and even though it was almost entirely the lack of choice and inability to say no that I actually had a problem with, I guess I assumed that I hated the whole thing just like any other little would.” Her face showed signs of distress, the memories seemingly being painful to relive. “To cope with the frustration I turned to a lot of… Recreational substances, which really didn’t help me to keep a good friend group.” She said, afterwords turning to grab and hug a large stuffed animals, the old scars on her arm illuminated by the nightlight. “Luckily, I realized eventually that I was worse off like that than as someone’s infant, so I walked to the adoption center and gave them the condition that I wanted an accomodating Amazon as my new parent. Mommy came to get me, was really nice and sweet and gave me all the freedom I wanted, and when she asked after a few months if I wanted to be adopted I jumped at the chance…” She said at a whisper, though the distress had vanished almost entirely from her face. Camilla scooted forward and wrapped her arms around Sally. She may not be as interested in acting like a toddler as this girl, but she wanted to see sally as happy as possible, and a hug seemed like an easy way to help. Sally returned the hug, her diaper pressing against Camilla and reminding her that she too was wearing protection. “Dorea is definitely the most considerate amazon I’ve ever met, I’m really glad you found her” She said, wanting to say something but not wanting to risk upsetting her. Sally hugged tighter and sniffled slightly. “Mhm. I don’t remember every detail, but a bit after we first met, she said that she’s the heiress to one of the largest companies that makes… I want to say it’s Littleproof adhesive?” Sally said, pausing and staring off at the ceiling, presumably trying to make sure she was correct. “And because of that she feels indebted to all the littles that her company has trapped, but if she just shuts it down than other companies will just fill the gap, so apart from donating a lot, she wanted to provide a good home for at least a few of us.” She finished. It made sense to Camilla, who now felt quite relieved to know that she was pretty much completely safe as long as she was in this house. “Thank you, I genuinely appreciate you telling me all this, and knowing that Dorea is honest makes it a lot easier to relax. We should probably start trying to sleep now, though.” She said, pulling the covers up to her neck and propping a stuffed animal on her pillow for extra cushioning. “Yeah. By the way, It may be a while before you see me acting this mature again. I’ve gotten pretty good at really making myself feel young, and that’s how I prefer to be. I can forget about everything prior to finding my Mommy and just enjoy being a happy toddler who is loved and cared for, so it’s not often that I purposefully leave that headspace.” She said as she reluctantly broke away from the hug, though she refused to let go of Camilla’s hand. Cammy nodded and they both closed their eyes and began to fall asleep. Sally’s dreams were an even mixture of happy dreams of carefree padded exploration and her stressful, adult life. Camilla was going through almost the same thing, her mind playing through memories of Victoria, Jessica, and even Maria messing with her shortly followed by imagining an alternate life as Sally’s sister. With each passing hour it became harder to justify any reasons for going back to her old life, but eventually she woke up in an empty and slightly damp bed. Her first response was to jump up and start changing the sheets, but she quickly realized that Sally must’ve obviously been the one to leak! She walked happily downstairs, completely failing to notice that the pullups she was wearing now bore a different design to the ones from the previous night, that it was now moderately thicker, or that her previous pullup was sitting in the diaper pail. Dorea was sitting at the table, feeding a very happy looking sally who seemingly had more food on her than in her. They shared an amused look and soon after Cammy was lifted into a chair that was mostly normal, though the seat was higher up so she could reach the table. “I’ve got some scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes. You can have your fill of whatever you’d like, but don’t forget to brush your teeth afterwords!” Dorea said as Cammy picked up a fork and began eating. They all talked During breakfast she was enjoying it almost as much as the delicious food, but partway through she felt the distinct stomach rumblings signifying that she needed to use the potty. She didn’t think much of it for the first half of the meal, but towards the end it became clear that she would need to either inconvenience Dorea, jump down about eight feet with no shoes on, or… Something stopped her from immediately asking to be carried down. They were all having such a good time, and it was hard to decide whether it was worth interrupting that for her own comfort. She looked over to Sally, who was smiling and giggling in her own full diaper, playing pattycake with her mommy. None of her actions would doom her to diapers forever, or make either of them think of her as a dumb useless baby. They’re nice, thoughtful people, not Veronica or Jessica! With a deep breath she made up her mind, biting her lip and grunting as she filled her thick pullups with a mess, squirming at the odd feeling and entirely unsure what she should do next. “Looks like both of my girls need a change now! I’ll go get the diaper bag.” Their Mommy says, but is stopped from getting up as Cammy explains that she did it so they could enjoy their breakfast time together for a bit longer. Dorea raises an eyebrow but does go back to talking with them. Fifteen minutes later they’re both carried to the bathroom and changed. Sally is changed first but hangs around the door, waiting for her sis. “I understand that wasn’t an accident, so I imagine you’d like more training pants, but you can choose any underwear you’d like.” Dorea says. Feeling a rare combination shy and adventurous, Cammy plays with her hair and asks if they have any thin diapers. Dorea smiles at her and pulls a slightly older looking box of diapers from a cupboard. “We use these when Sally wants to be a big girl, mostly if we’re going out somewhere and she would feel awkward looking too babyish. As you can see, that doesn’t happen often though!~” She said, her affection for her daughter very obvious as she quickly and expertly changed Cammy into the slightly thinner than average diapers. With that she was set on the ground and given free reign to play with Sally until lunch. They walked out to the large backyard and played tag, hide and seek, and jumped on the trampoline, afterwords heading inside to play some board games. Despite owning practically every board game that Cammy had ever heard of, they stuck to checkers and candyland as Sally wasn’t feeling quite big enough for chess or Life, but Cammy was feeling similarly, and being able to slow your mind and just focus on having fun with a friend was a nice break after months of fighting hard to be an independent adult. Lunch and dinner were delicious as usual and quite similar to breakfast, with a bit of playing and TV shows for ages 4-7 mixed in after both. That night (partly due to some nagging from Sally) Cammy accepted a pacifier, suckling it slowly as she fell asleep in the arms of her little sister. When Cammy awoke she felt much warmer and fuzzier all across her body (apart from her butt, which was also warm but quite wet as well). Opening her eyes she saw that she was wearing what she assumed to be a red onesie with crowns and short sentences about princesses. Dorea entered the room just as Cammy hopped out of bed, and the motherly amazon looked both happy and a bit nervous. “Good morning, Camilla! You looked cold last night so I zipped you into a pair of pajamas, but if you don’t like it I can take it off. I would’ve asked but you were in a deep sleep and I didn’t want to disturb you.” She said, but Cammy smiled and assured her it was fine! It was very comfortable, and if she knew footie pajamas were this nice she’d have worn this yesterday. Dorea looked somewhat relived, but even Cammy could tell she still had something on her mind. “That’s a relief, but there’s still one thing I need to address. You’ve been acting much more childish the last few days, and while I really enjoy it, I worry whether it’s what you want. I want to make sure that you’re okay with the last day’s events, and if not I can get you dressed back in your work outfit and sent home later today.” She said. She clearly didn’t want that to be the case, and to go out of her way to make sure Cammy was also enjoying it made her feel bad for ever wondering if their Mommy was legitimate. “I reawwy, reawwy wove it here.” She said, blushing slightly and popping the pacifier out of her mouth. “This place is amazing, and you’re both so kind! I can’t promise I won’t eventually want to take another crack at the independent life, but if you’ll accept me I’d love to be here for a while!” Cammy finished, and Dorea was so happy that she picked Cammy up and hugged her tight, pressing the Little against her sizable breasts. The two of them left the room feeling even happier than usual, and sally seemed ecstatic that her older sister seemed a bit more like her twin sister now. After breakfast the three of them went to to another amazon’s house and had a playdate with a male Little, playing simon says and going on imaginary adventures in his room. Towards the end of their Playdate there was even a contest to see who could wet their diaper the most before someone came in to change them! Unsurprisingly, Sally won as she had the most experience, but Cammy was surprised at how relaxing it could be to flood her pants while having her hand held and being told what a good girl she was. Cammy had lots of fun, although while leaving her mood was brought down by the realization that they would be unable to do this with most littles as they didn’t have mommies as nice as hers… A quick hug from sally made her feel a little better, and from her expression Cammy could tell she’d thought the same thing multiple times over. Mommy, Of course, knew exactly what to say and talked with them about how a lot of amazons and even betweeners were beginning to treat their babies with the respect they deserved. After a delicious supper, a few hours of unwinding with cartoons, and some quality cuddle time with Mommy and Sissy, Cammy was more than ready to go to bed. As she lay on her back (in the crib with Sally this time, looking up at the bars and surrounded by at least a dozen stuffed animals to try out the feeling and even finding it a pretty nice way to sleep) She thought about how lucky she was to have such an enjoyable life as a baby girl, finally dozing off and beginning to dream about the rest of her life with her new family…

Thank you very much ❤️ I probably will do that, mostly because writing what you want leads to better outcomes than writing what you think others would prefer, though i'm honestly not sure how much people will enjoy this chapter. I'm not sure exactly what the wording is, but it's going to end up having a small focus on a second little who had a troubled adult life and now just likes being cared for and easily slips into littlespace. Also, if you'd like to check out chapter six i can post that here. I try to keep some of my progress un-posted at all times, but it's been a bit slow and i don't want to keep people waiting too long

I'm slightly second guessing the direction of chapter 6.5 . I believe I intended it to actually be mroe harsh than the other chapters, but it's currently shaping up to be a 90% wholesome chapter that has maybe a spanking or a mouth soaping or whatever and the rest is mostly voluntary funtimes, and i'm pretty sure that the majority of people reading this story would prefer a darker chapter, but i'm kind of partial to how it's going but not so much so that i'm unwilling to rewrite it.

Currently working on a commission so there'll be a bit of a break before i continue the story, but i'm about 20% of the way through chapter 7, so not too much left! Maybe 3k more words of 6.5, 4.5K total for the three epilogues, and then like 6K-ish of rewriting as a rough estimate for the chapters, so like 17K words of writing until the story is completely done, which sounds like a lot but It's not too much, especially compared to what's written so far

(PS: I'm thinking maybe you can only change the title of a thread in the first so many weeks after starting it as i can't find a way to change the title to 'A Little's Guide Ch 1-5 rewritten' but The only option i have is delete thread, so i dunno

I very much appreciate all your advice, Guilend ❤️ I think I may end up saving chapter 6.5 for when i do the epilogues because it's shaping up to have a different tone to the others, being a much more wholesome and sweet what if than i'd thought, and while I'm not against hving a chapter like that, It's a hard tonal shift from chapter 6 so i'm not in the mood to write it, so i'm moving on to chapter seven and i'll be posting chapter five in with this post: If you want a download for whatever reason a download is also included. [A little moves out of her parents and rents an apartment, and tries to avoid her amazon landlord, Coworker, and neighbor's very gradual attempts to baby her over many chapters. CW: Wetting, Messing, Hypnosis, and just about every situation is forced/noncon] Foreword and differences in this Diaper Dimension: - This story is a part of the universe created by (but not owned by) Princess Potty Pants. In this universe, there are races of humans falling into Littles, amazons, and sometimes Betweeners. the heights of each are 4' - 6' for littles, 8' - 10' for Betweeners, and 11-ish' - 14' for amazons, or at least in my version of the universe. - most Amazons believe Littles are naturally immature and undeserving of freedom, so they try their hardest to trick/force/coerce them into being trapped as their babies, (generalization but mostly true)which works for them because Amazons also have incredibly strong paternal/maternal instincts (as well as a moderate degree of super strength, or at least strength proportional to their size). They also hold most of the power in the world, with politicians, powerful figures, and higher ups being amazon, also using hypnosis if/when necessary. Betweeners can either be viewed as basically an amazon, or pretty much a little, so they have a strong dog-eat-dog instinct and are raring to prove they're mature (usually by taking said maturity away from littles), so they're usually much more dangerous than an amazon would be. - The biggest difference between other DDs and mine is that it's moderately harder for a little to randomly get adopted, a mostly potty trained little with a job is unlikely to end up adopted in a short amount of time. While a Little could feasibly be plucked off the street and adopted, legally if a little is able to say "I don't concent to being adopted" they need to either fail a (moderately difficult) test of competence, be declared incompetent by either their boss or landlord, or have a fake certificate of incompetence forged for them by a rich amazon, though obviously if none of those happen and the amazon doesn't go parading their little around it doesn't matter much, I just think it would circumvent the story if Cammy could've just been whisked away in chapter two instead. Changelog from original version: Added the intended chapter 6.5 (800 words in but currently focusing on actual chapters first) Rewrote every single word adding in extra content, much higher writing quality, better foreshadowing, etc. (currently at beginning of chapter 7) Added the four epilogues (to do after finishing chapter 😎 Chapter One ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Camilla picked up her purse and walked to the door, feeling happy that her first day at her new job went well, after spending most of the day worrying about her amazon co-workers sabotaging her, or about getting "promoted" to professional diaper tester, which she'd accidentally stayed up late last night reading internet horror stories about. "Miss Bennet, please report to julia's office for evaluation" The grey speaker on the wall blared out, making the nearby Amazon workers chuckle at Camilla's possible impending doom. 'Crap, walking out of here unemployed is probably an above average outcome, and i don't even know what i've done wrong! I really hope the boss isn't looking for a new baby or an 'adorable company mascot' She thought as she walked to her boss's office. She arrived at the menacingly tall wooden door, and with every ounce of strength she could muster, she was able to wedge it open enough to slip through. "I'm glad you made it, you're so precious that i thought maybe you'd be snatched up on the way here~" Julia said, smiling down at her from a desk that towered over Camilla. She was a little below Eleven feet tall, making her slightly below average for an amazon, though her black heels helped to disguise that. Her chin length black hair complimented her high-quality black pantsuit, and she had an aura of unpredictability to her, leaving Camilla both nervous and curious at what she would do. She wanted to frown at being called precious, but she knew that standing in the office of someone who had a hundred ways of getting her in a crib by the end of the day was not a good place to be indignant, so she tried to ignore it. "Now," Julia began. "I know you're nervous about being the only little on your floor and that one mistake will have you shipped off to a daycare somewhere, but I want to give you a chance, and i won't let that happen so easily." Camilla shifted in the oversized chair as Julia spoke, not quite optimistic enough to trust her boss. "I'm aware it's...Unorthodox, but I want to see if you can truly survive a job here when given more fair treatment. So for now, i'll make sure your coworker's "pranks" only go so far. That doesn't mean you're completely safe however, so you'd better still take care. Now, I trust you can make your way back out of my office?" She tapped her foot impatiently until Camilla made her way out. She wasn't sure what to make of it, but the sooner she left her boss's room, the better. Her mind was wandering during the walk out of the office and down the street to her apartment building,wondering if her boss had been telling the truth or if this was some sort of high level mind-game to mess with her even more. During the walk, she realized that she'd been subconciously pressing her hands against her crotch, and was embarrassed that she was just now realizing how badly she needed to pee, aparently long after her subconcious mind figured it out. She arrived at the building, walking up the stairs and into her room eager to be in the Amazon-less safe haven, until she saw a female amazon sitting on her couch, looking directly at her. Even sitting down the woman was sizably taller than her. Camilla realized that this was her landlord. They had met once before, but it was brief, so she didn't immediately recognize her, but She was pretty sure her name was maria. She had long brown hair, which was currently in a bun, and she looked to be in her fourties. Smiling warmly at her, Camilla was sure she smelled like fresh chocolate chip cookies, which would make sense considering that she was wearing an apron over her clothes. "Camilla dear, come here, there's something we need to discuss." Maria patted her lap, and she was unsure of what to do. She definitely didn't want to sit on her lap, but she didn't want to risk upsetting her, so she settled for sitting on the couch, but staying much closer to her than she would have normally. The landlord's eyes widened, and she patted Camilla's head, realizing the problem. "I'm sorry dear, i'm so used to dealing with young ones that sometimes my instincts take over. You don't need to worry here, though. I fully support Little's rights, and i want you to feel safe here. Of course you wouldn't want to sit on my lap." Camilla was wary, especially since 'young ones' could mean actual children or other littles like her, but she tried to ignore it. After all, even if Maria was lying it's not like she had someone she could report her to. "Now camilla, unfortunately There's a new 'Independent littles' tax that i'm being charged for letting you stay here. It's about $300 a month, and any landlord in the state has to pay it for every little who doesn't have either a caretaker or amazon roommate. Many landlords chose to force all littles to room with amazons, but i know that leads to many littles being babied by their new roomate. I don't want to see you end up like that, but Unfortunately, i can't afford to just pay the tax myself, so i'll have to add that onto your rent. is that okay, Dear?" 'I haven't heard anything about that. Though maybe they Prefer it that way so that a little who's already moved out of their previous place will have no choice but to accept an amazon mate...Well, nothing i can really do about it now, but I won't have much left after bills and groceries now.' She thought. Camilla spoke up "A-alright, i can afford that, and i really like the apartment, i just hope they appeal that tax soon." "Me too, dear." Maria said, making her way to the exit. "And make sure you get to bed soon, okay? A tough office job like yours requires plenty of sleep". Camilla pouted. It wasn't untrue, but as it was only 6:30 she felt more patronized than cared for. After a few hours, Camilla started getting ready for bed, changing into her pajamas and getting tomorrow's outfit ready, when she noticed she was out of training pants.They were the ones she'd brought from home, very thin, and about as close to normal underwear as many littles could get without jumping through plenty of hoops. She got them from a fancy website, and while they were pretty pricy it was the one thing she'd always known not to skimp on, though with her now reduced budget she had to look elsewhere. After a bit of searching, she managed to find a listing that seemed perfect: Lots of 5 star reviews, with many littles saying they were very thin, plain black underwear with discreet packaging, no crinkling noises, while still being absorbant. It was good enough for her, so she placed the overnight order and curled up under her blanket... Camilla's breakfast was interrupted by a loud knock at the door, so she got up and opened it to see who she assumed was the delivery girl. Neon green hair in a shoulder length, spiky style, with an all black punk rocker outfit. Camilla estimated that she was 20 or 21, meaning the woman was younger than her by a few years, and yet she was 8' tall! Making her pretty average for a betweener, but scary enough to make Camilla want to hide behind the couch. It was at this point that Camilla realized what the girl was holding: A clear plastic box very obviously containing padded training pants, and while they were black, they each had a day of the week clearly written on them, removing any semblance of 'adult-like' underwear. But somehow worse was the packaging: not only did anyone looking know what was inside, the text on either side contained phrases like "Very leak resistant" "perfect for almost potty trained littles, and "when these don't work, try our diapers next!" "T-that's not what i ordered! i don't need p-protection!" She said, tryingto disguise her embarrassment by stomping her foot in an effort to look angry, realizing right after that it looked more like a temper tantrum. "Oh, my, God. You're adorable! I'm one of your neighbors,Veronica. I found this package in the middle of the hallway with 'room 204' written on it so i figured i'd bring it to you, but if you didn't order it my brother has a little roommate who could use them..." She said as she smiled and shook the package playfully, before turning around. Camilla sighed, and fully opened the door. "W-wait, I did order them, but the site said they were completely normal panties! They said nothing about being padded!" She fibbed, figuring that since the website actually did lie to her, she might as well pretend it was lying about that, too. Veronica turned around, ruffling the smaller girl's hair as she set the package inside next to the door. "Doesn't it feel nice to be honest?~ I live in room 202, feel free to ask if you ever need help getting changed into them, okay Sweetie?" She said, chuckling as she walked back to her room. Camilla quickly shut the door, her face beet red, but she was at least comfortable knowing she'd never need to take her up on that offer. 'Hard to believe all those reviews were fake! I should have suspected it to begin with, but i guess i was caught up in wishful thinking. I'd leave a terrible review, but they'd probably find a way to edit it to say "5 stars! Great choice for independant Littles' or somethign similar, so i might as well just get to work. Chapter Two ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Camilla blushed as she tore open the especially infantile looking packaging of the daytime training pants, and slid one up her legs, making sure to wear the thursday pair despite it being tuesday just to feel rebellious. The skirt of her dress was a little short, and while It did make her look a bit more adult, but she couldn't help imagine how visible a diaper would be underneath it. Pushing the horrible thought out of her mind, she headed out the door. As she started her walk she couldn't ignore how much thicker the underwear was than advertised. They were still much thinner than actual diapers, but she felt as though she were wearing five pairs of panties at once, and she needed to constantly adjust her stance to try and make it less obvious. On her way to work, She noticed an amazon approaching her. She was pushing a stroller that held a little, about the same size as Camilla, in a thick purple diaper, a buttoned up onesie, some admittedly cute striped socks, and large mittens locked on each hand that would make holding anything but a bottle nearly impossible, even then requiring both hands. Camilla always tried to ignore the probability that every little that she saw in that condition previously had a job just like her, and that they were snatched away for a minor mistake, or hypnotized by a TV show, or tricked by some misleading advertisement. Either way she made sure to give them plenty of space, worried about being asked to join the little on a play-date, or even just being picked up and put in the stroller too. Luckily, she made it to work just fine. She walked through the large double doors and made her way to the cubicle that she worked in, attempting to reach her desk stealthily, one of the few advantages littles had over amazons. After reaching her workspace with thankfully no interruptions, she went to sit down But after climbing into the chair, something felt off... It was a lot less comfortable than it was yesterday, and it seemed slightly higher too! She jumped down to examine the chair and saw it: A bright pink, glittery bit of plastic that she recognized as a booster seat, complete with stickers of unicorns and rainbows as well. Poor camilla wanted someone she could yell at for this, but she knew if she freaked out or got angry it would just make them happier, and they could laugh about the 'adorable little throwing a temper tantrum', so she tried to pick it up, set it under the desk for now, and move on with her day. ...Except it didn't budge. She tried again, but even with all her strength she couldn't lift it an inch. 'Great! Probably some kind of weighted core. Now what am i supposed to do? I don't feel like standing all day, and i was already supposed to start working 5 minutes ago! I guess I've already used booster seats in a few nice restaurants that required it... Whatever, i'll do it today, but as soon as work is over i'm finding who put it here and they're going to remove it no matter what!' She climbed back into her chair, sitting down and getting started on her work, blushing the entire time. It wasn't as uncomfortable as she expected despite not having any cushioning like her chair would, though mostly due to Camilla's butt having more padding than usual.That didn't mean she she was okay with it, even if by the end of thay day she'd gotten more or less used to it. The day had been pretty boring for the most part, though she kept hearing her coworker Jessica giggling and chatting with someone, at one point hearing her say "At least now little Cammy is in a more fitting chair!", Giving her a pretty good idea of who'd put it in her chair. Camilla had actually gone to school with her, remembering that she was the head cheerleader, as well as the prom queen, and the adoration definitely went to her head. Due to that, she had an unbearable ego along with a belief that she should never have to do anything herself. And on top of that, Her shiny blonde hair, great physique, and large bust made it hard for camilla not to feel jealous. She hopped off the chair and started gathering her stuff, and contemplated using the bathroom as she did need to pee. Ultimately she decided against it to avoid a repeat of yesterday, where one of her coworkers stopped her as she was washing her hands, and checked to make sure her trainers were dry. After packing up, she remembered that today was her day to go to the store, and quickly left the office. Camilla arrived at the store after a few minutes of walking, though her need to pee had grown substancially so she ran through picking up groceries, snacks, and a small step-ladder since most of her shelves were 9' up. The Betweener cashier that was ringing her up seemed to notice her potty dance, and began scanning her items much, much slower, and by the time she was done Camilla had to press her hand against her crotch, while holding her bag with the other. After heading to the apartment in a near sprint she made it into the hallway. She could feel that her underwear was pretty damp, but was pretty certain she could make it. Once she reached the bottom of the stairs, veronica walked up behind her and waved. "Hey there neighbor! I can carry those bags in for you, it'd be a lot easier for me anyways, so you head on up, okay?" Veronica said in an unusually helpful tone as Camilla practically tossed the bags into her hands before running up the stairs, with no time to decide and mumbling a 'thank you' as she ran for her room. She pulled down her training pants and relieved herself, glad to have made it and noting after a check that her underwear was a bit damp, but nothing that would be noticable even if she weren't wearing pants. She pulled up her padded panties and figured she could never be too cautious, so changing into a new pair would be best. She walked out of the bathroom expecting to see Veronica standing there, though she seemed to have left. The groceries were put away and the ladder was in the closet, so she made a mental note to thank her for helping, and began trying to remember where she'd left the pullups. She'd been in too much of a hurry in the morning to move them away from the door, so they should've still been there, but they were nowhere to be seen... 'Did Veronica move them? I guess it's not that surprising, but she seemed nicer than that... I guess i'll go ask though. At least she's a betweener, if she were an Amazon I'd probably have to give up and buy a new pack...' Camilla elected to get it over with and walked up to veronica's room, knocking as loudly as she could. The door swung open, revealing veronica standing there with a smirk on her face as Camilla looked to the ground and blushed . "Yo! Somethin' you need, Pipsqueak?" Veronica asked, once again in her first tone and rarely looking up (or rather down) from her phone to see what the Little wanted. "Well, I had a package by the door, and i was w-wondering if you accidentally grabbed it on your way out?" She asked hopefully, to which Veronica raised an eyebrow and shot back "I can't seem to remember... could you tell me what this package was?" Camilla looked to both sides to make sure no one was in earshot, before practically whispering "It was those t-training pants that you handed me yesterday." Veronica smirked, before stepping into the hall and practically shouting "Now that you mention it, Camilla, i do have this box of training panties for un-potty trained littles, you're saying these are yours?" Camilla's eyes widened, questioning if she should run to her room and deny she was ever there, but decided against it, Her fear eclipsing the margine of anger she felt at veronica doing anything she wanted and treating it like a game. Being as cautious as possible, camilla decided to simply nod, and in response Veronica put a hand to her chin in mock contemplation. "Thing is, i don't even know if you know how to change into them, so I think it's best if you just come to my place each morning and politely ask your big sis veronica for help, okay?" The betweener suggested. Taking a step backwards, Camilla tried to be confident and appear in control, even though her knees were starting to shake. "I-i don't have to agree to that, they're m-my underwear, so just give them back a-and we can pretend this didn't happen!...Please" Veronica laughed outright, obviously enjoying her very clear power over the little. "No. If you're immature enough to need padded underwear, you're immature enough that you could use a helpful big sis looking after you, don't you think?" She paused for an answer, but when camilla stayed silent she continued. "You can continue wearing your "big girl" undies and I won't stop you, but if you want to wear the pullups you'll come to me and ask for help from your big sis, okay?" Camilla knew she couldn't fight a betweener on something like this outright, so she simply nodded before quickly slinking back to her room, hoping to figure out what to do about tomorrow... Finally having a door between herself and any other amazon, Camilla breathed a sigh of relief, flopping onto the couch. As she sat, she was confused as to why her pants were so cold, pulling forward the waistband of her pants, she found a noticable wetspot, visible from the outside of the underwear but thankfully not soaking through to the pants. 'What?! But I just went! And it's not my fault that veronica was being so intimidating, anyone would be scared! Now i'm down to two clean pairs though, and if i do my laundry too often someone might notice and use it as an exuse to spring thicker protection on me... ' She thought, sliding the wet-ish panties off and tossing them into the hamper. "Well, i've done enough difficult thinking for today, it's time to grab some popcorn and watch TV, I can probably get Maria to give back my protection tomorrow anyways." Camilla said to herself, unwinding before an even tougher day began. -------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 3 -------------------------------------------------- Camilla's eyes opened slowly, yawning loudly before patting the bed and her pants to make sure she was dry. She sighed in relief finding that her bed was bone dry, as was the case more often than not. After rubbing her eyes she stood up and headed to the bathroom, being reminded of the Veronica situation when she glanced at the hamper and saw the multiple pairs of wet underwear within. While preparing for work, she contemplated whether to ask Veronica for a pair of padded underwear, but she couldn't bring herself to willingly call someone younger than her 'big sis' just to get something that was hers to begin with. Settling on a lacy red pair and heading out the door, she smiled as she realized how adult she felt in her panties, slinking down the hallway to avoid Veronica's attention and utilizing the one strong advantage littles had over amazons: Stealth. Halfway to her office, another little approached her, trying to strike up a conversation. Camilla was eager to be able to talk freely with someone and not need to constantly watch what she said for fear of it being twisted around on her. She distinctly remembered a friend getting a bit too careless while talking with her amazon neighbor, and after mentioning her annoyance that her bathroom and bedroom were on different floors, the amazon quickly delivered a plastic potty directly into the Little's bedroom, and it was much too heavy for anyone but an amazon to lift of course. During the conversation Camilla's eyes kept darting down to the bottom of the other girl's short dress, where a bit of pink cloth was poking out.That, coupled with a sizable bulge surrounding it made it clear she had some protection, though whether she needed it or was forced into it was a mystery. Waving to the little and thanking her, Camilla walked into the massive building, climbing the stairs to her floor and begrudgingly sitting down again in the booster seat, sighing to herself as she tried to work. Finishing about an hour's worth of paperwork, she crawled down from the seat and tried to lightly massage her butt, the seat feeling much harder and stiffer than yesterday with her thin cloth underwear. She groaned and began to brainstorm, knowing she wouldn't be able to work all day on that seat. ' I could ask julia... Though her plan seems to be seeing how capable a little is on their own, so she'd probably say no. I could get a few other littles to help lift it? But it might draw more attention to all of us and may even lead to anyone who helps me getting their own seat. Hmm, i guess there's always.....' She thought, looking behind her and seeing Jessicawearing a low cut blouse and short pencil skirt and getting no work done as usual. 'I guess I don't have much of a choice, even though she probably put it there in the first place...' Jessica looked to Camilla with a mischevious smirk as the little approached the desk with her eyes to the floor."Oh? You know I don't do diaper changes, right?" She said, causing Camilla's face to redden, taking a deep breath and try to ignore the towering beauty. "N-no! No need, i'm pott— toilet trained, i-i don't need changes. But um, yesterday someone pulled a prank on me and put a booster on my seat, and it's got it's some kind of little-proof thing or something, because it's waaay too heavy for me to lift, and i was wondering if you could move it for me? P-please?" She asked, trying her best not to sound like she was begging, though they both knew that it was. "Well, i usually get a lot of phone calls, in fact it's the main part of my job. I know you answer calls on occasion, but mainly do computer work. So, how about i forward all of my calls to you today and at the end of the day I move your seat. One day of a bit more work and you never have a seat again! that's a good trade, right?" Her smile was practiced, and for added measure she ruffled Camilla's hair, causing her to squirm in place. 'It's an awful trade, and accepting would only make Jessica think she can get away with this kind of shit more often! But if she's the one who put it there, leaving it there would also make her more confident that she can get away with things, and losing this stupid chair is my top priority right now.' She thought, before sighing and opening her mouth. "Alright, i'll take your calls for today. But could you do it now? That seat makes my job harder, and if some of my work is reflecting on you too, it's in your interest to make sure i do a good job." She asked trying to stay polite. Jessica rolled her eyes, before standing up and holding out her hand. Once Camilla hesitantly grabbed it they walked over to her desk, and as Jessica was lifting the seat with one hand, she looked to the other girl and spoke. "With no seat, you also have no excuse for doing a bad job with my calls. If you don't do a 5 star job i'll look bad. And if i look bad because of you, i'll make sure you look bad too. Would you consider double diapers and shortalls a "bad look"?" She threatened, setting the booster pad under the desk. Camilla gulped, followed by a quiet "Y-yes...". Sitting down in her once again comfortable chair, she resolved to take a bathroom break every two hours, but her plan was interrupted by the absurd amount of calls she'd gotten over the next four hours. Every time she would get ready to head to the bathroom, the phone would ring, and asking the caller to hold didn't work out well, with responses ranging from 'Understanding but impatient' and 'If you can't hold it through the call, you really do need diapers' Hanging up the phone, it immediately rang again, and camilla made the decision to take her chances with Jessica over risk wetting her skirt. 'She can't expect me to never miss a call, and I only have to do this since she set me up in the first place!' she thought as she stealthily walked to the women's room and into a stall. Being as quick as possible, she finished her business and checked the damage. 'Looks like the panties are a bit wet, but the skirt is completely fine. If i'm quick I can call them back before the next one calls'. She thought, finishing up and heading out the door. Her stomach sank as she approached her desk,with Jessica in her seat holding the phone. "Mhm, yep. Thank you, please call again if you have any more issues, buh-bye." She said as she slammed the phone onto the base, before turning to Camilla. "You're back!~ And with the perfect timing for trying on your new shortalls!" Camilla froze for a second, wide eyed as she tried to think of a way out of her unfair punishment. 'I don't want to seem too apologetic or she'll use this as a way to take advantage of me again, but if i act too indignant I risk actually upsetting her. I have doubts about it, but i think I need to be honest and just bring up how unfeasable the task was.' "Jessica, l-listen. We both know that it was unreasonable to ask for as much as you did just for moving that seat, and that itd be too much work for one person to balance, so why don't we call it even and you can go back to your desk? " She asked in a practiced polite voice. The amazon stood up, making camilla gulp as she remembered their height difference. "I don't think the amount of work was the problem. If you'd just gone in your padding instead of trying to be a big girl, you could've finished my work and gone potty." Camilla huffed, the almost balanced mix of annoyance and fear making it difficult to think rationally. Half of her wanted to yell at Julia and the other half wanted to run away, but she tried her best to stand her ground. "I'm wearing panties today, a-as always. And you can't seriously say that i shouldn't have used the bathroom, i'm just trying to be as mature as you are." She said, hoping her tone wasn't too bad. Jessica crossed her arms. "Alright. I'll forgive you for nearly messing up one of my calls, if you only wear underwear with some sort of padding to work from now on. I know you probably want to decline since you're so mature, and you're free to do so—" She took a sip of her coffee before continuing "—But, if you do that than you'll have to prove you don't need them by removing your skirt and showing everyone that you're still dry" She said with a smirk. 'Shit... i'd hate to not have the choice, and it would also mean i have to go along with veronica, but honestly it wouldn't matter too much... In the last month it's been somewhat rare for me to wear panties, and even when i do it's a 50/50 chance of them not being noticably wet, but The problem is if she uses this as an excuse to check me every day, which she easily could.' She thought to herself, quickly deciding that she had to accept her deal. Camilla sighed before speaking up. "Okay, fine. I can stay dry regardless of my underwear material, and when i'm only doing my own work it'll be even easier." She boasted as Jessica finally walked back to her own desk and left camilla alone for the half hour of work that remained. Once quitting time hit she grabbed her bag and made her way to the front door, breathing a sigh of relief as she thought about what to do next. Feeling her stomach grumble, she thought to herself about nearby places to eat. 'I'd like to try out that supposedly 'littles only' bar, but it'd be a lot more fun with friends, so maybe i should hold off on it.' She thought to herself sadly before she noticed a quaint looking family diner. She figured it was as good a place as any else and stepped inside. Slowly pushing the heavy door open, she got in line behind a few scarily tall amazons, one of which was cradling a sleeping little in her arms. Camilla watched curiously as the woman was led to a seat with a locking high chair, but she was pulled away from the view when the server spoke to her and she realized she was at the front of the line. "I'm sorry sweetie, but i can't serve you. Our insurance doesn't pay for de-staining the seats, so we require all littles who eat here to be diapered or be accompanied by an amazon." The server stated, her apologetic tone clearly unsincere as she walked to the front of the counter. Camilla huffed, standing as straight as she could before summoning her courage and looking the server in the eyes."I have no need for padding, and being insinuated at like this is honestly quite offensive." She said, before turning around, partly so she could begin storming off and partly so she didn't have to be intimidated by the server's face anymore. "And I can easily find somewhere else to eat." The server smiled, before lifting camilla up with both hands and pulling down her skirt in front of everyone, revealing her lacy red underwear, a noticable dark patch on the front, not fully dry but still obviously wet. "What do you think, does this look like someone with 'no need for padding'?" The server said to someone behind her in line, causing Camilla to cover her face with her hands, wishing she could sink into the floor. "I don't like little girls acting like they're perfect, but liars are even worse." She said as she pulled the skirt back up, before lifting camilla off her feet and walking towards the exit. "If you'd lie about not needing padding, than you may lie about other things, and I don't want you causing any trouble. Is there anyone here who can drive her home?" After a few seconds, an Amazon woman likely in her mid 30's or so walked up to the server, and after a few seconds of whispering to each other, she took Camilla from her without a word, and walked out of the building. Camilla tried wriggling out of her grasp, but she could tell it was pointless after a few seconds. Once she was safely strapped up into a carseat in the back, the amazon looked to her and smiled, before gently asking: "Where do you live, sweetie?" She was silent for a moment, but she knew that her alternatives if she said nothing were that the woman refused to go and she spent the night in a stranger's van, and at worst that she just drives home or to a daycare. Camilla sighed, before speaking up. "An apartment on 256 Watercrest street, just keep going left and you can't miss it." The amazon pulled out of the parking lot, they were on their way. The tightness of the seat belts made Camilla feel claustrophobic. The sense might have felt like a protective hug if not for the constant reminder that she was at the complete mercy of a giant middle aged mommy. Luckily for her however, her worries were unfounded as they reached the adress and she was quickly and safely carried into the lobby of her building. The relief Camilla should've felt was instead filled by the dread of imagining veronica seeing her. Her cheeks reddened as she thought of the hundreds of ways the betweener could use this to tease her. While being carried into maria's office she simply looked to the floor, too nervous to see her reaction. "Oh? Has my tenant found herself a caretaker already?" She said softly, and camilla was only somewhat sure she was joking. The amazon stranger chuckled, before finally setting camilla down atop Maria's desk. It was an improvement, though it would still be hard to get down from the rougly 7' high desk without breaking an ankle, so she had to just sit and wait. "Heavens, no! This one entered a restaurant that i'd been at and threw a tantrum because an employee caught her lying about being able to keep her pants dry, so they had me take her home." She said as if Camilla weren't even there. Maria's smirk grew, and she began speaking as she set Camilla on the floor. "Well, thank you for keeping her safe, she'll be in good hands here." She said, and the other woman turned and walked away. Maria gently grabbed Camilla's hand and led her to her room. "You know how much i believe in Littles having their own freedom, but I strongly urge you to wear some form of padding, okay? We both know how much trouble you could get in if things like this keep happening." She said, letting go of Camilla's hand and staying in the doorway. "But that's not hat happened! I was dry and she pulled my pants down in front of everyone and acted like I was w-wet! I bet that diner didn't wanna deal with a little as a customer!" She whined, her slowly growing trust in Maria cuasing her to lower her guard. Maria looked down to her with a smile, lifting her up and setting her on the floor and beginning the walk to Camilla's room. The look on her face reminded Camilla of an "I don't believe you but I'm willing to humor you" look, reminding her that regardless of how nice she seemed, at the end of the day Maria was still an amazon. "Don't worry, Sweetie, I know how you feel. Us amazon can be very, very maternal, and some of us have no restraint, snatching up Littles and forcing them into a nursery while completely ignoring the baby's feelings..." She paused as she fished out the room key, opening Camilla's door for her. "A very important thing to remember is that while some amazon just enjoy messing with you, most of them are just trying to protect you. Keep that in mind when dealing with them and you'll fare better. And speaking of which, despite how backwords it may seem, a diaper or to a lesser extent pullup, makes you seem responsible for choosing to wear one and doesn't give you the reckless, cautionless look that panties do. Do you understand?" Camilla stared forward for a few seconds, before slowly nodding. As unfortunate as the news was, it made a lot of sense to her and it was the last push she needed to decide on wearing pullups tomorrow. Once maria let herself out she grabbed a beer from the fridge and plomped herself onto the c ouch, happy to feel more adult with alcohol.112 Hours later, after a final bathroom trip for safe measures, she laid down in bed and wrapped herself up in the blankets, looking over to where her box of padded underwear should be, thinking about how easy it was for veronica to take advantage of her, and hoping she could get some sort of upper hand the next time they met. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter Four ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The first thing camilla felt when she woke up was how hot it was, as apparently at some point in the night she'd fully covered herself with the blanket. The next realization was that she was drenched in sweat, though most of it had pooled around her crotch... It took a minute for her to groggily connect the dots, opening her eyes and shooting out of bed at the realization of how little sense her first thought made. The blanket landed on the floor with a damp splat and She looked around the room, first noticing the extra two beer cans that she vaguely remembered going back downstairs to get, followed by the large dark spot covering her bed. Taking a deep breath, she began gathering the blanket and sheets and balled them up. 'It's okay, i'm sure i just spilled my drink, i just need to get this down to the laundry room and it'll all be fine.' She glanced over to her hamper, noticing it was pretty full, especially the unusually high number of panties. 'I should wash those too. And if I stuff the sheets in the bottom it'll seem less suspicious...' She stripped down before tossing her clothes, the blanket, and the sheets into the hamper and hopping into the shower. Once she was clean and dry she threw on a pair of sweatpants and a white blouse, feeling odd about leaving her room with no underwear as she grabbed the hamper and quietly headed downstairs. Arriving in the basement, she grabbed the ladder, going up a few steps until she could reach the massive washing machine. Setting the laundry inside she began scrolling through on her phone as she waited for the machine to beep. "Everything alright, dear? This is an odd time to do laundry..." Maria said, causing her to jump in the seat. She explained that she spilt a drink when she woke up, and used the opportunity to do the rest of her laundry as well. "Hmm...That reminds me of something I forgot to mention when you first moved in. Technically, all littles are supposed to have plastic sheets on their bed, to prevent matresses from being ruined." Maria said, being interrupted by the beep of the washer. She walked over and began loading the dryer, starting the cycle once everything was in. "I know you didn't actually have an accident, but i really can't afford to replace any matresses, and water ruins matresses as well as anything else, so it's either that or your drinks have to have sippy bottles on them!" Maria said with a laugh. Camilla hoped she was joking but it was honestly hard to tell, so she awkwardly laughed along with her. "I really don't think that's necessary! If anyone found out I sleep on a plastic sheet It could be dangerous! To do this over a small mistake seems a bit rushed..." She said, trying to be as delicate as possible, though Maria looked conflicted. "It should have been on from the start, and i can't risk giving exceptions for your sake. I won't make you put in work for something you don't want though, and you work very hard as it is so i'll swing by and put it on while you're at work! Why don't you go see Veronica and i'll bring these clothes up to your room when they're done." She offered, with camilla nodding before slowly making her way up the tall basement stairs. Camilla knocked on veronica's door and quickly lost her nerve, running to the corner as the door slowly creaked open. "Cammy, you out here? There's no need to be scared of your big sis, i'm here to protect you from the scary stuff!" She said as she looked to both sides. Knowing that it would just get more awkward the longer she waited, Camilla turned the corner, unwilling to look in veronica's eyes. "I have work soon, so if you insist on dressing me, please be fast okay?" She said with a shaky voice. "I'll try my best for you, but you've gotta remember to call me 'Big sis' from now on, alright? Silly girl..." She said, leading the little into her massive apartment. Pulling the pullup box down from a shelf, she grabbed what Camilla assumed was supposed to be the wednesday pair, but as some manner of joke instead read 'Wetnessday', giving the already embarrassing underwear even more of a reason not to be worn. Without warning Veronica picked Camilla up and set her on the table, stripping her clothing and using one hand to keep the Little's arms at her sides as she slid the training pants up her legs and letting her back down, the sweatpants she wore in still unreachably high on the table. "Today's thursday and yet the thursday pants are the only ones that have been worn... Do I have a little sis who's too young to know the days of the week yet?" She said, causing Camilla's cheeks to turn bright red, too embarrassed to explain herself. "U-um... You forgot my pants." She said under the assumption that it was an honest mistake, though Veronica's fanged grin quickly made her realize her mistake. "And you forgot to thank me or call me big sis, so i 'forgot' to give you back your pants, Cammy~" She said with a tone that made it clear how much fun she was having while messing with her. With a sigh, Camilla tried to meter her next sentence to be the perfect balance between too agressive and too pushover-ish. "If I don't get my pants back, some Amazon might think I can't care for myself and carry me off. It's hard for me to consider you my 'Big Sis' when I'm older than you, so i'm sorry that i didn't say it, but I don't really plan to either, Veronica." She said with a hint of satisfation at being able to tell her off. Anger flashed across Veronica's face at the mention of her age, but as she pushed Camilla to the door she began smiling. "Don't worry sweetie. I know it can be tough for stupid. Little. Babies. Like you to admit when you need help, so i can't be mad when you don't do as you're told." Veronica pushed the Little out the door and waved. "It'll be okay though, if anyone sees you i'll just tell them that you're already mine. I'd offer to help you tonight, Sis, but i'll probably be out with friends, so If you soak your pullups you'll have to ask for Maria." She said nonchalontly as she slammed her door. 'I really need to walk all the way home in these stupid day of the week training pants? And since it's an Amazon apartment the hallway is easily fifty feet! I know it's unlikely i'll be seen, but this is still so humiliating! If i have to do this again i'm tossing a skirt around the corner before I go in' Her sprint to the door was successful, but upon reaching it she realized that the stepping stool always used to get in was moved, and with the knob being eight feet off the ground, it would take a lucky jump to be able to even open the door. Unluckily for her, loud footsteps began approaching well before she could get the door open, and before long Maria and an Amazon that she didn't recognize were right in front of her. She tried pulling her shirt down to hide the padding, but her blouse wasn't remotely stretchy enough and soon both amazons were looking down at her with pleased looks. "I see that you visited veronica today! Good for you~ I haven't put that plastic sheet on yet, but i'll be sure to get to it before yo uget home from work." Maria said, and camilla was stuck between running away and telling Maria to shut it, stuck opening and closing her mouth until the other amazon interrupted her by laughing. The unknown Amazon leaned forward to get a better look at Camilla, his height still quite intimidating to the pantsless little. "Work? Now that I think about it i do remember seeing a help wanted sign down at the sippy cup testing facility!" Camilla crossed her arms and turned away from them, realizing slightly too late that that would expose the weekday written on her butt, causing even more laughter and even a slight chuckle from Maria. "Poor thing, too young to even notice she's running around without pants... Or maybe that's just so it's easier for you to check her, Maria?" He said, though as Camilla turned around she happily noticed that she looked pretty annoyed. "We both know the satisfaction that can come from caring for a little, especially one as cute as Camilla here, but that does not give you the right to bully them! I'm sure her pants just wouldn't fit over her padding causing her to make the trip back to her room without them. And for the record, she's had barely any accidents in the time she's stayed here." She ranted, and as red as Camilla's face was she was still happy to be defended so adamantly. The male amazon relented, patting camilla on the head and half heartedly apologizing before walking off. "Don't worry about him, Sweetie. He's the building inspector and he's only here once a year. I need to go help him with the inspection, but if you're unable to find any pants that fit over those panties, come find me and i'll get you something" Embarrassedly happy about hearing them called panties, she politely declined her help and after a few more minutes of grasping for the doorknob she made her way to the dresser. She searched for a few minutes and the best pants she could find were a loose pair of jeans. Trendy and adult enough to look good, but not so tight that there was a noticable bulge around her waist. They were loose enough however that the training pants's waistband kept showing, which she solved by tucking her shirt in. Having her pants stolen so easily and with no possible retaliation made her think about how weak she truly was. 'I wish there was a way to defend myself, but if i verbally tell them off I get punished, and there's no way i could physically stop them.—' She left the apartment once again, feeling a pit in her stomach. '— Avoiding them hasn't worked out too well so far either... My best choice now is likely to cozy up to Maria or another nice Amazon and try and have them defend me' Camilla was a bit disheartened from wearing thickly padded underwear two out of three days, but she assured herself that it was simply the stress of starting a new job and took a deep breath as she walked into the office. Surprisingly, it was a very uneventful work day, and apart from an amazon coming to her desk every hour with another drink for her (Which she was assured was to help with hydration and keep her healthy), it felt like she was actually being treated like a respected worker rather than a paid toddler. Until she noticed something off on her way out. On a wall near her cubicle, there was now a calander with no days crossed off and 'Cammy' in pink cursive text. Above that there was an embarrassing picture of a little in a onesie and diaper huggign an amazon's leg as she cowered in front of a potty monster, the text 'Don't be scared' below the image'. No days were crossed off as it was the first of october, but before she could contemplate whether to see how bad the other pictures could be, she heard Jessica behind her. "How's my favorite co-worker doing? We're finally both done, and i've been looking forward to this!~"—She quickly yanked Camilla's pants down, before pulling the waistband forward and finding that she was completely dry, sighing as she took a step back, leaving Camilla's pants at her ankles which she quiclky pulled up. —" And I was so excited to change you, I even brought a fresh diaper just for you!" She said with a laugh, not sounding as sad as she implied. Camilla shivered, thankful that she'd taken so many bathroom breaks. "Serves you right, I said I can stay dry when someone isn't piling too much work onto me" She said, able to be a bit more confident around Jessica due partly to knowing her a bit better, disliking her attutide from when they were in school, and that she didn't seem to mind the littles around her having a bit of attitude. Jen smirked, pulling a white sheet out of her bag, before planting a sunny sticker on the first day of the calander. "Careful you don't get too confident or i might just take it as a challenge to get you into the office daycare. That's if i'm not too lazy though... Oh! Almost forgot! This calander has been cleared by the boss, so there's some official rules: Padded underwear is now a part of your uniform. Three suns in a row you can go back to panties, and with 5 we stop the calander and checks all together. Three cloudy and you go down to diapers, same with one storm." Camilla opened her mouth to protest, knowing how bad complacense could be in a situation like this, but she gave up after realizing that it was realistically better than she could have expected, instead beginning to make her way out the door. "I know it's a very difficult process for a little to be able to drive, but you don't have to walk home. You're apartment is on the way to my house, I'd be willing to give you a ride, Cammy." She offered, but Camilla quickly declined and made her way home. She saw Maria outside and waved excitedly to her, but was caught off guard as the Amazon marched up to her and roughly pulled her over to a trash-can, lifting her up so she could see inside, revealing a plastic bag with the beer cans that had been in her room. "Camilla Bennet! Do you mind explaining what these are? I consider myself a very forgiving woman, but I do not condone underage drinking!" She said as she dragged her inside. "I'm Twenty Fo—" She began, shocked at her treatment, before being interrupted. "You're still too young! A sweet thing like you could get into a lot of danger and i will not allow that." Once they reached Camilla's room she was layed over Maria's stomach and her pants were pulled down, and as Maria raised her hand Camilla scrambled to change the Amazon's mind. "Wait wait! This isn't necessary! I didn't know it was against the rules and now that i know i—" She was cut off by Maria's hand smacking her soft butt. She whimpered. It wasn't painful, but it was definitely stronger than she expected. "I'm truly sorry for doing this, but i need to make sure you remember this the next time you're offered a drink, or drugs, or god knows what else. And I hope you won't be mad at me because i just want you to be safe". Every few words was punctuated with another smack. By the tenth she was holding back tears, and by fifteen she was no longer able to, quietly crying until the seventeenth and final smack. No longer paying attention to what Maria was doing, she was surprised to feel a towel against her eyes to dry her face, followed by a kiss on her forehead. "Please don't be mad, sweetie. I know it seems excessive, but i just want to keep you safe and I know how many people are out there that would be happy to hurt you for their own gain, and i planned to go to twenty, but I can't stand to see you cry. If anything like this happens again, tell me first. If you come to me and fess up I promise you won't get any harsh punishment like this." Although it was hard to believe through the misty eyes and pain in her rear, she could tell Maria was genuine, and that however backwards her thought process actually was, she did believe she was doing it to protect and help her. With a shaky breath, she crawled from the couch and got to her feet. "I... I'll try, but i don't know how much I can trust you, you hurt me over a rule that you never even told me about! I'm only willing to look past it because i know you mean well, but your good intention doesn't stop my butt from stinging..." Maria looked to the floor, and Camilla wasn't sure if it was an act or if she was truly sad, but after giving her a pat on the head she made her way to the door. "I know a lot of littles that are immature, or selfish, or simply embody the stereotypes that amazons have of you, and even if it's not ideal for me, what you just said shows a lot of maturity. Tonight i'll talk to Veronica and make it clear that she needs to give back your training pants, as it's the least i can do." Camilla smiled to her and laid down on the couch, turning on the TV before the door opened slightly as she heard Maria's voice once again. "And i almost forgot! I've stocked your fridge with some soda and juice, i've done all of your laundry, and put a night light in your room in case you get scared. If you're unable to sleep I've got some cream that will help with the stinging, so come down to my office and I'll help you out. Sleep tight, little one." Camilla was pleased about having her laundry done, and a soda didn't sound like a bad idea, but as she opened the fridge and picked out her drink, she was a bit suspicious about why Maria wouldn't just leave the cream with her. Part of her wanted to give Maria the benefit of the doubt, but a larger part wondered if she still wanted camilla to 'Learn not to drink again through pain' and only wanted to offer relief if the pain was too much. Shaking her head, she resolved to simply focus on the tv and try to get some rest (Laying on her stomach). The show was playing some saturday morning style superhero cartoon. The hero was a strong, resourceful amazon complete with a Little sidekick, Padded Justice. The sidekick would always get in the way and the only time she was actually helpful was when the weakness of that week's villain was 'adorable people and things'. The moral of the story was "Let adults handle things, and don't try to do things that are too difficult for you when an adult could do it for you", with all Littles being considered children as well. 'Just once' Camilla thought to herself as she slowly dozed off. 'I'd like to see a little villain. I'm surprised they haven't, so they can point at how selfish and rude littles can be when they're not in a daycare, but at least it would imply that we have a shred of competence if they're a supervillain. But I guess that would give us too much credit as far as they're concerned...' She thought to herself as she drifted off ------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER 5 ------------------------------------------------- True to her word, Maria had spoken with Veronica that night, and Camilla awoke to find the training pants in her living room. Unfortunately it didn't make much of a difference. Rather than needing to go to Veronica's room to get changed she would instead barge into Camilla's room and change her. She arrived too early for camilla to leave before she could show up, and with so many ways for the Amazon to screw with her she had little choice but to appease her. The next two days passed by in a very similar way. No accidents beyond some slightly damp panties, no major bullying from any of the Amazons, and a bit of a break from the constant privacy breaching. And she had an especially good reason to be happy today: Two more sunny stars meant she could finally wear panties again, and even knowing that she still had to be checked in public couldn't stop her from feeling good. "It's pretty bullshit that i have to work both saturday and sunday this week, but they assured me i'll get an extra three days off in two weeks on top of the extra pay of this weekend, so i guess it's worth it, even if i'm really not used to getting up at six thirty on a sunday." She said aloud as she slid on her cleanest pair of panties. These weer unfortunately a very childish pair, bright pink and adorned with Hello Kitty imagery, and were her cleanest because she'd always been too embarassed to wear them. After sliding her jeans up her legs she made her way out the door, happily walking down the stairs knowing that Veronica had gone out and gotten drunk the night before and definitely wouldn't be up to try and change her. Even with the tinge of jealousy she felt at the double standard of someone younger than her being allowed to drink while she got a spanking, she was overall glad if it made her day easier. Her trip to work was quite uneventful, but upon arriving she was ambushed by Jenniver before she could reach her cubicle. "I've been tasked with picking something up for the office, and since it's about three hours out of town I need to bring someone of my choosing to go with me, with that someone being you!" She said with clear excitement in her voice, leaning down to grab her hand and pull her out the door. She opened her mouth to ask a few questions, but she allowed herself to be silently pulled along as she thought it over. ' Almost a full day of not working is good, but why would she choose me? I suppose she probably just didn't want someone who'd annoy her or try to rush back to work, so it's nothing to worry about.' During her brainstorming, they reached Jessica's red somewhat-sporty car "I'd be happy to as long as you don't pull any tricks and are going to stop for some food on the wa—" She was cut off as she saw the carseat in the passenger seat. Her complaints did nothing to stop Jenny from shoving her into the seat and fastening the seatbelt tight enough that even fully inhaling would strain the belt. "Get me out of this carseat, I'm perfectly fine in the actual seat!" She pouted. Jessica simply chuckled as she sat in and started the car. "You know that's not true. Compared to that seat you're comically small. Hell, if you were in the actual seat and i stopped too fast you'd slide through the seatbelt and hit your head on the dashboard!" She said as she handed Camilla a handheld game console and pulled out of the lot. "I'm too lazy to argue with you on this and i'm too busy doing the actual driving to entertain you, so enjoy enjoy the game and i'll let you know when I see somewhere we can eat at." She said, clearly not interested in conversation. She took the console and felt pretty neutral about the situation, focusing on the happiness of having less work and distracting herself in the cutesy platformer. Multiple times throughout she found herself reflexively struggling against the numerous belts, feeling claustrophobic as she played through the game, finally beating world three as they pulled into a fast food place. Camilla thought about what to order as they drove up to the window. "We'll have a cheeseburger, medium fries, and a kiddie meal with extra large apple juice" Jenny said casually before camilla could say anything. She was a bit annoyed, but knowing that it was likely the only thing she could've ordered anyways made it a moot point. They pulled forward and the betweener employee handed over the regular bag, the cutesy cardboard kiddie box, and the huge cup of apple juice, only able to fit in the cupholder of an amazon car. "Enjoy your meal, cutie! It even comes with a toy for when you're done and mommy is still running errands~" She said, and Camilla was only stopped from complaining by the knowledge that it would only have made the two larger girls find her even cuter. Jessica parked and they slowly ate their food. To her coworker's credit, she did get and even pay for some decent tasting food. Understandably, she finished about half of the meal before they drove off and took a few sips of her juice as she ate, making a small dent in the enormous cup. Jessica put her trash in the bag and started the car. "About time to get back on the road. I don't want to get back too early, but if we arrive too late i might get in trouble even if i use you as an excuse." She said, causing camilla to pout. Camilla continued picking at the food and juice for a while after they left, eventually noticing a small plastic bag in the bottom. Pulling it out it was revealed to be a large pacifier with a bulb about as big as a golf ball. With a sigh she tossed it into the backseat as soon as jenny seemed too distracted to notice it, afterwords going back to her game. Eventually the car stopped and jessica stepped out. "I'll be back in a minute, i need to grab the supplies. Just don't take any free candy from a nice old Amazon and you'll probably fine" She joked, and true to her word she was out a few minutes later with what appeared to be a large box of files. After putting them in the trunk she got in and they resumed their journey. About thirty minutes later Camilla had a new problem, and one that she wasn't excited to ask about. "Jessica, can we stop somewhere so I can go to the bathroom?" She asked with clear anxiety in her voice, knowing how dangerous it was to imply to an amazon that you couldn't go much longer without a toilet. "I don't feel like going in with you and having to take responsibility for you, but you can't go in alone because if some amazon snatched yo uaway or you did something stupid, I'd be in trouble for losing an employee. If you still have to go when i do we can both go in" She said coldly. "That's not fair! You know It'll take you way longer, you might not even need it for the rest of the trip." She whined, causing Jenny to giggle. "And do you think that littles needing to go to the bathroom more often might be evidence that amazons might be more mature?" Camilla didn't want to argue any harder with Jenny, so she was ready to drop it, but Jenny continued: "I'm mostly teasing. Truthfully, as long as they make my life easier and don't piss me off I really don't care whether a little ends up in diapers, apart from the entertainment of it." "Speaking of which, I'll stop for you to go to the bathroom. If you can finish the rest of your apple juice. I think it might be possible, so get going!" Camilla sighed and quickly picked up the two liter cup, guzzling as fast as she could without spilling any on her. After ten straight minutes split between chugging juice and taking long breaths, she finally managed to get it all down with a cold throat and a very full bladder. "Done!" She shouted eagerly, to which Jenny looked in genuine surprise. "I'm actually impressed, you're really determined to get to the bathroom. Alright, I'll pull into the next gas station we pass" She said, and a few minutes later she did just that, getting out and undoing Camilla's seatbelts, clearly too slow for her as she squirmed in the seat. Jenny picked Camilla up, and the little was carried towards the entrance pressing her hands against her crotch, trying her best to hold on as she was leaned against jenny's chest with a hand around her waist. The leak started small, with just a few drops, but quickly became a full stream that soaked through the panties and turned her jeans a very dark blue. Jenny set her on the ground as soon as she heard the sound of running liquid, checking her shirt to find a small stain. "N-no...." She said as she knelt on the ground. For the first time since she was a child she completely failed to make it to the bathroom at all. While she was mentally checked out Jenny headed inside, clearly annoyed about her shirt needing a wash. The somewhat bored looking amazon behind the counter looked up from her phone to see the Little with wet pants just outside the door and the annoyed looking amazon walking up to her. "Are you new to parenting? The diaper aisle is to your left and there's a few changes of clothes around here somewhere." She said smugly as Jenny put together a diaper bag and brought it to the counter along with a shirt. "That's actually my co-worker, not my toddler. It was already to late when she realized she had to go and now she's in tears about her pants, do you have anything to put over her diaper to make her feel a bit better?" Jenny asked, willing to admit to herself that it was enough her fault that she should try to help. The cashier thought to herself for a minute before sayign that they might have a handful of onesies. "Nah, if anything that'd make her feel worse. She'll just have to deal with it, but thanks for the diapers" She said, bringing her bag outside and putting her arms around Camilla's waist, carrying her back to the car. The little looked up at her with mostly dried eyes, not even fighting as her pants and panties were stripped off in the back seat and she was wiped down. "T-this wasn't my fault, you know that... If you stopped earlier or didn't make me drink it I would've been fine." She said in a near whisper. As her legs were lifted up and the puffy diaper slid under her butt, Camilla wondered if she could really let herself be diapered by an amazon, and she genuinely wondered if going home naked would be better, but she kne wthat on top of being almost as bad she'd need to defy Jenny to do it, so she relented. Next was the rainbow socks and velcro shoes to replace her wet ones, and then after being powdered and taped up they were back on the way home. The diaper was obtrusive and distracting, and it was impossible to relax while wearing it, despite it feeling pretty comfortable. 'God, I can't even close my legs... If i'd been wearing this all day it wouldn't ave been near as long before i....' Her face turned red as she began thinking about the accident and she quickly ended that line of thought. Once she'd calmed down a bit she was able to talk with the amazon again without being too embarrassed to speak. "Were there really no pants in the entire store? There's no way i'm walking into work like this!" She asked quietly, still feeling pretty fragile. "Nope. But by the time we get to work it'll be time to leave, so I suppose you can stay in the car while I check us out and I'll drive you home afterwords" Jenny offered. Camilla thought her niceness was a bit suspicious, but remembering what Maria said about Amazon overprotectivity she figured that Jenny subconciously or conciously wanted to keep Camilla safe and stop her from being sad, so she didn't complain. Camilla wanted to ask to be brought home first, but she was already so tired of today and wanted it to be over, so she sat in the carseat and waited for the car to stop. "Do you have a blanket or something to put over my waist?" Camilla asked, with Jessica's response being a simple "Nope" as she closed the car door and walked inside. What followed was a solid half hour of Camilla watching as numerous amazon passed by her, though despite her fears most of them barely even noticed her, although a handful did give her a smile and a wave. "I know a lot of littles end up like this, but do I really look no different from a baby?" She pondered, feeling even more self concious, especially with her completely exposed diaper. Camilla was ripped from her thoughts by the car door slamming shut as Jenny started to drive. After everything that'd happened she was ready to fall asleep, but before she could the car stopped abruptly with a half mile to go. Jenny quickly undid Camilla's buckles and gently set her on the sidewalk before getting back in. "I don't usually care when people say how adorable their littles are, but that diaper is just so much more fitting on you that you need to show it off to your neighbors!" She said as the car began pulling forward. Camilla's eyes widened and she ran towards it as fast as she could with the diaper widening her gait, her velcro shoes lighting up as she ran. "Get back here!" She shouted with no effect, and with a sigh she steadied into a jog, trying to get home without anyone seeing her. It only took her a few minutes to trip and fall, lightly bruising her knee as she landed. Slowly getting to her feet and rubbing her knee in pain, she barely noticed a large shadow slowly getting closer. "Are you okay, Little one?" She heard, turning to see the Amazon from a few days prior pushing a stroller again. Camilla started walking again, no longer rubbing the bruise to not look weak. "I'm fine, just walking home. It's right around the corner!" She said, glad that the woman was behind her so that her very nervous expression was hidden. "Are you sure? It would be no extra work to push you in my stroller too!" She said, the little already inside scooting over to make room and looking excited to have a playmate. Camilla immediately declined knowing that almost all invitations into something only an amazon could let you out of were one way trips. "Well, alright I suppose... But i'm walking the rest of the way with you." She said. Camilla was surprised as she felt the waistband of her diaper pulled back. "Good girl on staying clean! I know it's hard for you" She said, causing camilla's face to turn red as she sped up, though it was obvious that the amazon was going much slower than normal to not speed past her. Eventually they reached the apartment, and the amazon thankfully didn't follow her inside. "God today has been awful... I'm just gonna get this thing off, put some pants on, and get a drink," She said to herself as she walked up the stairs. Once in her room she placed her hands on the diaper, tugged as hard as she could, and... It didn't budge in the slighest. Her first thought was to look around for a butcher's knife or pair of scissors, but after being unable to find anything sharper than butter knives and plastic safety scissors she knew she had to ask an amazon for help. "I should've known any diaper would have little-proof tapes on it, but it completely slipped my mind. If i ask Veronica she'll probably change me into another diaper and tease me about it. If i ask Maria she'll be much more likely to consider my opinions, but if she forces me into a diaper it'll probably be a lot more infantile..." She said to herself. Opening the door, she was immediately met with Veronica, who's mouth widened into a fiendish smile as she saw Camilla. "So, you finally made the big change, huh? Gave up on making it to the potty?" She said with a laugh as camilla grumbled and continued walking away until she was grabbed by her shirt and pulled her down the stairs. "It's not even a cute diaper! It's just white. I know you're not wearing pants so that Maria doesn't need to take your pants off to check you, but that makes it even more important that you've got an adorable design!~" She said. "Can you just get me out of it already?" She said with a sigh. Unlike the amazons, Veronica's attitude made Camilla more angry than nervous, but also unlike with amazons, Camilla knew veronica was the most dangerous of the three. Maria was somewhat harmless due to her dedication to keeping her happy, and while Jennefer was a lot more active, she'd so far not cared much about actually furthering Camilla's progress towards babification, instead using her as a source of entertainment. But veronica, she was a betweener, which meant that she could either be very succesful and respected or end up in the same boat as Camilla with just a few mistakes, and this gave her not only a strong motivation to prove her adulthood, but adopting a little (such as camilla) went a long way towards that, leading to the fitting stereotype for 'Tweeners to be eager and agressive. "Sure~ Let's get you out of that diaper and into a cuter one! I'll even throw in some pants." She said as she led down to the lobby, being met by Maria organizing books. She took a moment to examine the two girls before speaking up. "Where are you two headed off to when it's nearly dark? And with no pants?" She asked, and veronica had a quick answer for it, speaking proudly. "This cutie asked for help getting her diaper changed, but she doesn't have any pants that'll fit over it, so we're wondering if you had anything cute that would fit?" Maria's face lit up and it was clear that she was very excited about dressing camilla. "I've got plenty of clothing for littles! I'll be up at your room soon!" She said, and she was almost completely out of the room when she turned around looking a bit confused. "Camilla? Why are you in a diaper?" She asked. The little looked up to veronica who looked notably annoyed that maria was messing with her plans. Feeling safer with Maria in the room, camilla said what seemed most helpful to her. "I was put in it at work today and can't get it off, so Veronica was going to take it off and put me back in training pants" Veronica's smile returned as she realized something she could capitalize on. " That was the plan, but she actually used her last pair yesterday, so I was going to change her into a diaper for tomorrow when we'd be able to go shopping" She said, to which maria said it sounded good and resumed her search for clothing. Camilla was all set to argue that she had panties left, but since she ccouldn't change herself into them, she had little reason to look and couldn't actually remember. Arguing with veronica only to be proven wrong would look terrible for her, so she bit her tongue. After taking a pink diaper from Maria's supply, she was brought back up to veronica's room and was quickly changed into it on the tall coffee table. The new diaper was the same as the first apart from color, so as embarrassing as it was for her to realize, she was starting to get used to moving around while diapered. "Um, did i actually go through all of the training pants?" She asked nervously as she was carried back to the floor. Veronica knelt down so they were (only a foot apart from) equal height. "I know i'm not honest very often, but you can absolutely trust that i'm honest here because getting to make fun of you for something you actually did is waaay better. Little miss 'I'm adult enough to just get a six pack of training pants' used every single pair, and now she needs diapers." She said with a laugh. Before camilla could respond the door creaked open, revealing maria holding camilla's pants. Her first thought upon seeing the short purple skirt with a line of frills on the butt was 'That's all she could find? I can't tell if it would even hide my diaper!', but actually having any formof pants was tempting enough that she reached out and grabbed it before sliding it up her legs. The skirt did stop her diaper from showing as long as she wasn't bent over, though the outline was slightly noticable to anyone looking out for it. "I'm heading back to my room now. Maria, do you think you could come with me and help me get this off so I can use the bathroom?" She asked, her eyes fixated on the floor. Maria looked happy as she walked Camilla back to her room. "Of course I will! Why don't i tuck you in as well?" She asked, though Camilla quickly declined. After embarrassingly being stripped down and using the potty, she was redressed and waited for maria to leave before looking into her dresser for anything that would better hide her diaper. She was instead met with a completely new wardrobe. Overalls, short skirts, an entire package of diapers, and footie pajamas. "Where are my clothes?! Maria is the only one who can enter my room when i'm gone, so it could be her, but would she really change my wardrobe without asking? And even if veronica was locked out, she'd enjoy something like this much more..." She asked aloud before climbing into the very tall bed. Rollin onto her stomach, she was poked by something in her shirt pocket. Pulling it out to investigate, she realized that she still had the large purple pacifier! She grabbed it intending to throw it away, but paused as she noticed a small piece of paper. Once unfolded it gave not only the usual fare of hoping you enjoy your product, but also a link where you could supposedly get a coupon for a free meal if you weren't satisfied with the toy. Happy to get something positive out of the day, she tapped it and was met with a quick pink spiral, and she couldn't seem to look away as it spun faster and faster, slowly easing her into a trance. Camilla snapped back to conciousness with drool on her pillow and her phone laying beside her at the home screen. Based on the clock it seemed she'd fallen asleep an hour prior, quickly 'realizing' that she'd simply dozed off while browsing her phone again. She tossed the pacifier into the trash can by her bed, before getting herself comfortable and popping her thumb into her mouth. "Some littles find it weird, but sucking your thumb is perfectly healthy and normal for an adult little, and it helps me relax" She said aloud, feeling an odd deja vu as she said it, almost as if she'd been hearing that exact phrase over and over recently. Laying in bed with her soft diaper and a thumb in her mouth, she was pretty comfortable. The last thing she thought before drifting off was 'Good thing i threw away that dumb pacifier, only a baby would suck on one of those'.

I'm not great at role reversal so I'm not sure if jessica will actually end up getting babied, but Veronica will definitely be on pretty thing ice with Maria during Maria's epilogue~ And while i can't promise anything, maybe once the whole thing's done, if a lot of people like it maybe i'll make a short spin off story of Jessica getting into trouble somehow. Also, i feel like i keep mentally imagining camilla with brown hair, but maria has brown, jessica has blonde, veronica has neon, and i like the idea of Cammy having red to roundf it out, and also, the reason i named her camilla is because i wanted a name that, in full, sounds like a mysterious sexy femme fetale, but has a shortening that sounds babyish and immature, and 'camilla' and 'cammy' is really good for that and red hair fits that well. When you read through it, what color do you imagine her hair being if you imagine one? Still time to decide

Chapter 6 is done! 2,300 words to 5,265 ! Might've overdone it on adding new scenarios, but I don't force anything. Once chapter 6.5 'what if' chapter is done i'll only have 7, 8, and the epilogues left. Not sure whether to do 3 or 4. Chapter 8 ended with cammy having to call someone to basically adopt her, and i plan to have one epilogue each for maria, jessica, and veronica, and i was going to have a fourth one where she throws a tantrum and refuses to call anyone, so she gets adopted by the company and stays in the daycare, but Spoilers: ( I think she'll spend a lot of time in the daycare during Jessica's ending ) (highlight to reveal) so i'm not sure if i need a fourth one