Elfy

Richy's processing is completed and he is sent home. We then move three years into the future to find that his sister has a big day ahead of her as we see what Richy's post designation life looks like. --- I am only able to write as much as I do thanks to the generosity and support of my subscribers. Writing is my only source of income and it is because of these people that I am able to do that. It allows me to keep the lights on and puts food in my fridge. My subscribers get early access to all my stories, and access to around 30 EXCLUSIVE stories that are only available for my subscribers along with other benefits. If you are interested in supporting me and getting these benefits please consider checking out one of my subscriber pages. Thank you ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “Guards!” Brianna called out, “He’s ready.” “Ready?” Richard repeated. “To be moved to the pen.” Brianna smiled. “Oh.” Richard was struggling to keep up. There were just too many thoughts going through his brain. “Here. Put this on.” Brianna carried over a plain red t-shirt. It was very similar to the one Richard had seen on the other person that had been designated Baby when he had been in the queue. It was awkward. Richard hadn’t let someone dress him for as long as he could remember. There was more than a little fumbling before the shirt was pulled over his head and down his body. Predictably, it didn’t cover his diaper. His diaper. HIS diaper. Richard found the words swirling around his head as the guards stood by the open door waiting for him. Brianna helped him off the table and he could immediately feel the difference to what he had been wearing previously. The padding pushed his thighs apart and when he moved, he could feel it all rubbing against him, which wasn’t to mention the noise. Each crinkle was deafening. “Could you take him to the pen.” Brianna asked the guards. Richard had his arm taken by one of the guards and he was led out of the nurse’s room. It was like trying to walk with a pillow between his legs, he kept trying to squeeze his knees together only to find that the diaper blocked that from happening. He was made to waddle back towards the lobby and, for a heart stopping second, thought he was going to be paraded in front of everyone else. Instead, the guards opened another door that led to a large room to the side of the lobby. Richard found a playpen with five other adults in it. All of them looked distressed. Outside of the pen there was a glass wall, and on the other side of that… “Oh God…” Richard moaned. He ducked behind the guard, desperate to not be seen. The other side of the glass partition was a lot of people, mainly couples, looking in and smiling. As Richard was led in, he saw that a lot of faces turned his way and he had to quickly drop his gaze to the ground as his face blazed from the humiliation. He didn’t understand what was happening, it was almost like a zoo. The gate to the playpen was opened and Richard was given a little push in the back to make him toddle inside. He turned around to see the gate being closed. The guards left the room shortly thereafter. Richard looked up at the glass again. It was strange he could see people talking to each other, laughing, smiling, pointing Littles out… but he couldn’t hear anything. “Help!” Richard shouted, “Help!” There was no reaction from the people on the other side of the glass. His shoulders sagged and he turned away. He wasn’t even sure what help he could expect. He had been designated Little and that was all that mattered. No one could do a single thing to help him. Richard slumped to the ground and looked around at what he now realised was a playpen. The space was large, and amply equipped with toys, which seemed somewhat optimistic if the current inhabitants of the playpen were anything to go by. There were five other people, all separated from each other as if they were each worried they might catch something. There was another young man on the far side of the pen. He had a red scarf around his neck and seemed almost comatose. Presumably the shock of having his life ripped away from him. There were two women, both looking morose and with scarfs around their necks, it took Richard a second to realise, because one had her back to him, that they were twins. Another young woman was against the side of the pen with her legs drawn up and hiding her face, which also unfortunately exposed more of her diaper. The final young man was nearest Richard. He was sitting with his legs open idly batting a ball back and forth looking strangely less affected than everyone else. Richard scooted a little closer to him. “They can’t hear you.” The young man said without looking up. “Huh?” Richard grunted. “The people, the… Bigs.” The man said with a sigh, “You were shouting. The glass is thick and soundproof.” “Why are they even there?” Richard asked as he tried to pull his shirt lower, “I’m Richard, by the way.” “Charlie.” The man replied, “And they’re there to adopt us.” “A-Adopt… but my parents…” Richard stammered. “Relax. Not all of us.” Charlie said, “Just the ones with red scarves.” Richard looked around the pen again and saw that there was a very clear difference between those with the scarf and those without. He suddenly realised that describing the pen as being like a zoo was wrong, it was more like a pet shop. The Bigs were prospective “parents” choosing Littles. “There seems to be a lot of us.” Richard said, “I thought it was only a few people who were designated Little.” “Yeah…” Charlie shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe it’s bad luck, maybe they lie about the figures to stop young people rioting. Who knows…” Richard slumped down. He found himself subconsciously checking for a red scarf even though he knew he wasn’t wearing one. It must’ve been a good sign. Surely it meant that his parents hadn’t abandoned him… yet. “You seem very calm about all this.” Richard said. He was aware that he wasn’t screaming anymore either, he was exhausted from the struggle up to then. “Meh, I kind of expected it.” Charlie replied, “Not too bothered, to be honest.” ““Not too bothered?”” Richard repeated with a frown. “Yeah, it could be worse.” Charlie shrugged again. Richard was starting to regret talking to Charlie. At first, he thought he might have someone to share his pain, now he felt like he was talking to someone who had lost their mind. This was the worst thing that could’ve ever happened to Richard, and he was pretty sure the rest of the people in the playpen felt the same way. He decided that Charlie was probably lying to himself to get through what was happening. Before Richard could work out how to reply, or if he even wanted to, the door he had walked through previously opened. Richard looked up to see who the latest poor soul being thrown in with the others was. But it wasn’t another person designated Little, it was two Bigs. It was Richard’s parents. Richard caught a glimpse of them and immediately his eyes filled with tears again. He had a childish want for his mom and dad to fix everything, to tell the government that there was a mistake and that he was a Big. He could see from his mother’s eyes that no such thing was going to happen. Both Richard’s parents had very serious looks on their faces as they walked in. “Oh, Richy…” Davina said with a sigh. It was all Richard could take. He started loudly crying again. He couldn’t take his parents seeing him like this, it felt like the final nail in the coffin. He covered his face and started to wail louder than ever before. He was barely aware of one of the guards opening the playpen gate and his parents coming in. “Come on, son.” William said as he hooked his hands under Richard’s armpits and helped him to stand up, “Let’s get you home.” Richard stumbled forwards and out of the playpen flanked by his parents. His life had been flipped upside down and there was going to be an awful lot of adjusting to come. --- Three Years Later… --- Richy sat in his playpen. His diaper, wet from an “accident” in his highchair during breakfast, squished underneath him. There was a lot of activity in the house that morning. Richy was mildly interested as he sucked on his pacifier. One of the very, very few benefits of his position was the complete lack of stress in most things. He never had a deadline, he never had to look after anything, he wasn’t expected to do a single thing. It had been a little over three years since Richy had been designated Little and his feelings hadn’t changed at all. He saw it as a loathsome experience, a never-ending degradation that he had no choice but to endure. He tried not to think too far into the future anymore, it was liable to give him panic attacks. The worst part of it all, for Richy, as his family insisted on calling him, was watching his parents and sister start to look at him differently as time went on. When he was walked out of the Designation Office it seemed like his parents were as shocked as he was, the drive home had been in near silence apart from his sobbing. Over the days that followed his life was completely upended. There had been a near continuous stream of deliveries made to the house as everything he knew and owned was replaced. With each new baby item acquired, it was like Richy could see his family’s opinion change just a little more. After a few months they seemed to think that him being a Little was completely normal and fine. Richy still fought things, but by that stage his parents were finished with acting like he was an equal. Since then, each day had been monotonous. Richy rarely left the house, which he was grateful for because it was awful being seen as a Little by anyone. He woke up in his crib, had his diaper changed, was fed breakfast, played with toys, had his diaper changed again, ate lunch, nap time, more playing, diaper change, dinner, and then was soon after put back in his crib. It was mind-numbing. Richy didn’t talk much anymore. His parents didn’t like him doing it, anything beyond babbling or basic words would get a stern look. Sometimes, if he really got frustrated and pushed the boundaries, it would end up with a punishment, often a spanking, that left him in tears. He had been rebellious for the first month, he tried to fight everything that changed, but he was gradually worn down. His becoming more docile was sped along when the Designation Office sent inspectors to the home. The inspectors were very serious people. They visited Littles at home and assessed their environment, made sure they were being treated correctly, and made suggestions for improvements. In Richy’s case, they saw his continuing bad behaviour and issued a warning to the family. If Richy’s parents couldn’t get him under control, then he would be taken by the state and adopted by someone who could. That was a terrifying prospect for Richy. As horrible as it all was, it would’ve been worse surrounded by strangers, he was quite sure of that. Kate came into the living room and sat down on the couch. She had her shoes on and was looking at her phone, using her free hand to pick at her lip. She was clearly anxious, and it took Richy a moment to remember why. When it hit him, it was like a freight train. Kate’s eighteenth birthday had been a couple of weeks before; she was going to get designated. Suddenly the clear anxiety on her face made sense, she’d seen what being designated Little looked like after all, Richy couldn’t blame her for wanting to avoid it at all costs. “It’s time to go.” William, Rich and Kate’s dad, said as he held the car keys in his hand. “I don’t want to.” Kate replied. “I know, sweetheart, but you know there isn’t a choice.” William said to his daughter sympathetically, “I’m sure everything will be fine.” Richy, sucking on a pacifier, almost laughed. They spoke as if he wasn’t there, he knew that his input wasn’t wanted, heck, it was likely to get him in trouble. He wasn’t supposed to care about anything the grownups said to or around him. “Claire said it runs in families!” Kate said with an anxious frown, “I don’t want to… you know.” Kate was sweet, but Richy knew exactly what she meant. She didn’t want to end up like him. Her eyes flitted to his position in the playpen, she no doubt was picturing herself in there with him and how horrible it would be. Richy certainly wouldn’t deny that it sucked, though the company would be nice. “I’m sure that’s not true.” William said. “What if it is!?” Kate exclaimed. Richy watched his daddy sigh and then walk into the room. He sat down on the couch next to Kate and they shared a moment, he put an arm around her waist, and she leaned into the hug. Richy felt very much like he was intruding on a private moment. To make matters worse, his stomach was starting to rumble, and it had nothing to do with being hungry, it would be the high fibre diet he was fed everyday making his digestive system very quick, not helped by three years of ignoring signals that he needed the toilet. “We will love you no matter what.” William said softly. Richy could tell that it was scant comfort to his sister, but he could attest to his parents loving both their progeny. Despite how much harder he had made things for them by being designated Little, they still did their utmost to look after him, even if it meant doing things he greatly resented, even if he was having one of his “tantrums” as his mommy called it. Richy sat up on his knees, half bent over with his butt sticking out behind him. Before he closed his eyes, he saw Kate looking at him with fear, a worry that she was watching a portent of her future. Richy screwed his face up as he pushed with his tummy muscles, a routine he had gone through innumerable times in the previous three years. Nevertheless, it was still a process that brought him immense embarrassment and shame. Each dirty diaper feeling like confirmation of his place as a baby. In front of his dad and his sister, Richy reached out and held the bars of the playpen as he felt a momentary build up of pressure in his bowels. He let out the breath he had been holding as he felt his soft poop easily push out of his body, his mostly liquid and mushy food diet making his waste as soft as his diapers. It was all over after just a few seconds. Richy opened his eyes. Nothing seemed to have changed inside the living room, and yet the sticky feeling in the seat of his diaper told a different story. With a sigh, partly relief but mostly utter humiliation, Richy dropped back and sat on the floor, sinking into the mess he had created and feeling a small shiver go up his spine. His face was a bright red as he looked up at his family members bashfully. Kate looked like she was about to cry. “Oh dear.” William said quietly, “Don’t worry Richy, we’ll get mommy to come change you in a minute.” Richy had assumed as much. He had been very much encouraged not to ask for diaper changes. He was either supposed to get the attention of his parents by crying or simply wait for them to come check him. There was a minute or so of silence. Richy didn’t really know what to do, his diaper was starting to stink up the room, but Kate didn’t seem keen on leaving, he didn’t blame her. Eventually, it was Richy’s mommy walking in that seemed to unfreeze the moment. “Phew, smells like someone is overdue a change.” Davina said as she waved her hand in front of her face for dramatic effect. Richy thought she was exaggerating. It didn’t smell THAT bad, though he had to acknowledge he had become somewhat “nose blind” to himself. Davina turned to her daughter, “You two better get a move on, you know what happens if you’re late.” Kate took a deep shuddering breath and finally stood up. William followed and together they made their way out to the hallway. “Good luck.” Richy said quietly. “Thanks.” Kate replied without looking back at him. There were hugs and kisses before the front door opened, and Kate left the house. Richy stood up and looked through the front window as they made their way down the path, Kate already seemed to have shrunk into herself a little, like a threatened turtle retreating into their shell. He wished her luck. As much as it would provide him some comfort to have his sister in the same place as him, he wouldn’t wish the life he now had on his worst enemy. “Baby, you’re not supposed to be standing.” Davina said after she walked back into the living room. Richy quickly sat back down. The rules stated he wasn’t allowed to stand unless someone was holding his hand. As he landed back on his bottom, the mess in his diaper spread even more causing a shiver of disgust to go up his spine. “Well, you definitely need a change before your nap.” Davina said as she waved her hand in front of her nose, “But I’ll feed you your bottle first.” Davina left the room with Richy grimacing. He always hated when he was left in his poopy diaper for longer than absolutely necessary. He hadn’t yet got a diaper rash, which seemed like a miracle to him, but it still felt so gross. When his mom came back into the room holding a large bottle, she unclipped the lock on the playpen on her way to sitting back down on the couch. She patted her lap and Richy started crawling. It didn’t matter that it had been three years of crawling, Richy still felt embarrassed every single day. He was quite confident he would never learn to not be embarrassed by his position in society. When he was sometimes taken outside, which wasn’t often because of the tantrums he had, he sometimes saw other Littles that seemed very serene and accepting of their lives. He didn’t understand them at all. Richy climbed on to the couch with his bulging diaper swaying behind him. He turned over and laid down across his mommy’s lap, facing the ceiling and with one of her arms cradling his back. He found it difficult to meet her eyes. She had fully accepted and embraced his position, but far from making it easier, it seemed to make Richy feel even worse. In a well-practiced routine, Richy opened his mouth and soon tasted the latex tip of the bottle. The nipple, like the whole bottle, was much bigger than on an actual baby’s drinking device. It had taken some time to grow used to feeling it so far back on his tongue, but it was well short of his gag reflex or anything like that. He started sucking and soon felt cold milk bursting into his mouth. It tasted good, almost good enough to make him forget about the sludge he could feel pressing against his skin in his underwear. “Do you think Katie will be designated Little, baby?” Davina asked. Richy knew it was a rhetorical question. Something his mommy did to occupy her mind whilst waiting for him to fill up on milk. Richy didn’t try to respond, but he answered her in his head. He had no idea if she would be made Little or Big. He had never thought he himself would be designated Little, so he thought he probably knew less than anyone else. “Having two babies to take care of would be difficult…” Davina said idly, “We’re not made of money, your daddy has to work and just keeping up with you can be a challenge. I never expected to have to be doing all of this again. The government keep cutting the subsidies to help with looking after you too…” Richy was hearing things he never usually heard about. His parents usually made sure not to talk about anything grown up around him. It was the first time he had been hearing that his parents might’ve been struggling a little financially. “It’s typical, right?” Davina let out a little laugh and shook her head, “The men in suits create a burden for us and promise to help, and then… Oh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be saying any of this here. Drink up, baby.” Richy was quickly filling up on the milk. He knew it was a special formula, just like the food he was given. All fortified with extra minerals and vitamins which meant he could get by on a mostly liquid and mushy food diet. On rare occasions he was given solid food, as a treat, and those days were like magic. Tasting those delicious foods he used to know rather than the bland baby food was like all his Christmases coming at once. “I don’t know if we could cope with two babies.” Davina continued. She wasn’t looking at Richy, instead staring into the middle distance as she held the bottle to his lips, “We might have to consider…” Davina trailed off. Richy swallowed his milk with increased anxiety, a fresh burst of warmth in his diaper highlighting his fear. Had his mommy about to say that one of them would have to be adopted? Richy hoped not. As bad as his situation was, he didn’t want to leave his family, and he was keen for his sister to stay as well. “It doesn’t matter.” Davina said as she shook her head a little as if coming out of a daydream, “We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it. I’m sure your sister will be fine.” Richy finished his bottle in silence. The nipple, previously clear but now a milky white, was pulled from his lips. He was left panting slightly and could feel the milk weighing heavily in his stomach. His mommy looked at the bottle to make sure it had all been drunk and then placed it on the couch next to her. For a few seconds she remained seated, idly patting Richy’s bulging rear. “Let’s get you changed and down for your nap.” Davina finally said. Richy scrambled off his mommy’s lap. His stinky diaper was stuck against his skin but at least his mommy reached out her hand so he could walk upstairs. It was a lot better than having to crawl. He toddled after his mommy, waddling in the wide-legged way that would be recognisable to any mother with a small child. The shame was still immense, but Richy had learnt not to complain lest he wanted punishment. He was taken up to his nursery, a sight which would’ve shocked him if he went back in time four years and showed himself. He wished he could, at least it might’ve jolted him into action and stopped him ending up where he was. The nursery used to be Richy’s bedroom. When he woke up some mornings, he still expected to see his desk and computer opposite his bed, his consoles in front the television and a mess of clothes on the floor. Instead, he saw the bars of his white crib, the changing table opposite, a box of toys that was open and their contents scattered around the room, and a playmat. The sinking feeling he got when reality stepped in and asserted itself always made him want to cry. In the early days, sometimes he had done just that. “Up you get.” Davina said as she patted the padded changing table. Her other hand reaching to the shelf underneath to pull out a fresh diaper. Richy climbed up on to the table with little difficulty and laid down, sighing as he the humiliating ritual began. It was always the same. A pacifier was placed in his mouth, and he stared up at the ceiling, imagining an alternative world where he had been designated Big. He listened to the tapes of his used disposable get pulled and then felt fresh air as it was lowered. He closed his eyes as he was cleaned. It was particularly bad when it came to what his mommy referred to as his “boy parts.” He was a young man, he had urges which he wasn’t allowed to satisfy, it didn’t mean he never found a way, but it was difficult and if he was caught, he would get in big trouble. All of that meant that, sometimes, when his mommy pinched the end of his penis and used it to make space to clean, there could be a reaction. Richy closed his eyes as he was slowly wiped clean. It always took longer when he was messy. Sometimes, when mommy opened the diaper, the results were so bad she would abandon the endeavour and take him to the shower instead. This time she settled for making some comments about how stinky he was and set about her task. It was a relief, at that point, for the messy padding to be pulled away, balled up, and dropped into the pail at the end of the table. The fresh diaper was slipped underneath Richy and powder sprinkled on top. He sighed and felt pleased to be out of the poopy diaper, trying not to wonder how long it would be before he was in another one. Whenever he started thinking about what his future looked like it made it all much harder to take. He was helped off the changing table and led to the crib, which he climbed into with a pat of encouragement on the rear. “Have a nice nap.” Davina said as she kissed him on the forehead and raised the bars. Richy sucked on his pacifier as he pulled his baby blue blanket up and over him. It was crazy, he thought, just how much his parents, his mother in particular, truly saw him as a baby. As if the day before walking into the Designation Office he had been a mature adult, and the day after leaving it he was a useless baby, like he was a completely different person. He rolled over to face away from her as she left the room, pulling the door to but leaving the baby monitor on. Naps had become part of Richy’s everyday life. He may not have wanted to sleep when he was told to, but his body had grown used to it. He didn’t much want to admit it, but he definitely did get crankier when he missed his nap and spent the afternoon feeling tired and irritable. His last thoughts were of his sister, Katie, who despite his reduction in status had still always treated him a little like an equal. He wondered exactly what kind of relationship he would have with his sister when she returned with her destiny decided. --- If you liked this update and want to see the next update RIGHT NOW you can do so here: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mozb40hx8a1381/chapter/mqdmgyyz79d54f5 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2540939

Emma is doing homework at the kitchen table when the differences between the genders is really hammered home for her. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “You smell.” Ollie said. “I don’t!” I shot back. “Are you sure?” Ollie replied, “Maybe you crapped yourself… again.” I glared at my brother. I tried not to let it show that I was simultaneously reaching back to press my diaper against me. I was almost certain that I hadn’t dirtied my diaper, but it wasn’t impossible that I had. It wouldn’t have been the first time that I’d had an accident without noticing. I was about ninety-five percent sure I was clean. “Maybe you’re smelling yourself.” I sneered. We were sat at the kitchen table doing homework. For me that meant I was writing the same letters over and over in an attempt to improve my handwriting. It wasn’t going well. Just like my sewing and cooking abilities, my writing wasn’t the best. In fact, it was pretty awful. After completing a line of “R” I looked back to see most of them were little more than scribbles. Even I had to admit that there was no way any objective person would look at what I had written and know what it was. Opposite me, Ollie was writing as well. However, unlike my very basic attempts at improving my handwriting he was writing a whole essay. I didn’t tend to pay too much attention to my brother’s homework, but I had to admit some curiosity this time. It seemed he was writing a book report on one of my favourite books. “Bridge to Terabithia?” I tried to sound disinterested. “Yeah, it sucks.” Ollie said as he tossed the book halfway across the table, “And they want me to write a report on it. It’s two little brats making up a magic world. Booooring.” “What are you talking about!?” I said as if an insult to the book was an insult to me as well. “It’s for babies.” Ollie tilted his chair back. He had seemingly only written a couple of paragraphs. “It’s a classic!” I argued, “It’s beautiful.” “Whatever… If you like it so much, why don’t you write it.” Ollie said as he pushed the paper towards me. I looked down at the barely started report and sighed. I would’ve loved to have written the report more than anything, I loved that book, but it wasn’t possible. My brother’s handwriting wasn’t perfect but next to my toddler-level scrawls it looked great. “Oh, I forgot.” Ollie smirked, “I guess you can’t.” I was about to respond angrily when my phone vibrated on the table. Girls my age were often allowed phones, but they were blocked from connecting to the internet or doing anything fun. I didn’t often get notifications for anything, so I was quickly distracted picking it up. It was a call from Zoe. I fumbled the phone once before sliding my finger up to answer the call. “Hello?” I said. “Oh. My. God!” Zoe said, “I’ve got great news, and I just have to tell you.” “Oh?” I frowned. I wasn’t sure exactly what could be so exciting that it couldn’t wait for school the next day. “I’ve got a date for the prom!” Zoe said. I could practically hear her clapping her hands as she told me. What I did hear was the loud sound of a diaper tape. “Oh, that-… Wait, are you being changed?” I asked. “Uh huh.” Zoe mumbled in response, “But that’s not important. What IS important is that I’m going to the dance with Jacob!” I felt my stomach drop. Jacob? As in the Jacob who had asked me to the dance earlier that day? The man who had walked me to the nurse? I shouldn’t have cared at all. Anyone who knew me knew I had no interest in any man. So why was my immediate reaction one of anger and jealousy. “Jacob?” I eventually forced myself to say, “I thought you were into Liam…” “Yeah, but Liam is totally oblivious, and I needed SOMEONE.” Zoe said, “I didn’t want to be the only girl without a man.” This would normally be where I would remind her there would be at least one other girl either there alone or not there at all. However, I was still mired in both a confusing mix of emotions and trying to work out why I was feeling them. It didn’t seem to matter; Zoe was more than prepared to keep talking. “So, I saw Jacob just before leaving and decided to throw caution to the wind.” Zoe said, “If no one was going to ask me then I was going to ask them!” “You asked Jacob?” I was surprised. It was very unusual for a girl to ask a boy. In fact, most boys would see it as a threat to their masculinity and would reject them on that basis alone. “Yep!” Zoe said. “And he said yes?” I asked. “Yep!” Zoe said again. “Oh…” I paused for an uncomfortably long time. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say, “Well, erm, congratulations.” “Thank you!” Zoe said excitedly. In the background I could hear her mom telling her to lift her butt, “We’ll talk more at school.” “OK, bye.” I said and hung up before Zoe could reply. I knew I shouldn’t be upset with her, but I was. I put my phone down and glared down at my homework. I felt like I was in turmoil, but I didn’t know why. I picked up my pen and started to continue my letters, I was pressing the pen against the paper so hard I thought the paper might tear. I was so angry, and I didn’t know where to direct it. I pressed all my negative emotions down into the pen as I continued to write the letters. My mind was elsewhere though and as I became increasingly distracted my letters were getting even wilder. It had been hard to tell what some of the letters were supposed to be before but now some of them were nothing but indistinct scribbles. As I continued to struggle to maintain my composure, Dad walked in and went over to the sink. I guessed Mom was out, it was about the only way Dad would get his own drink like he was doing right then. He ruffled Ollie’s hair as he walked past but ignored me. “What’s that supposed to be?” Ollie asked as he leaned over and looked at my paper. “An “R”.” I replied quietly. The letters, which had started at least evenly spaced even if they were a little untidy, were now scrawled everywhere as if a mad person had written them. “Really?” Ollie snorted with laughter, “Doesn’t look like it.” I tried to ignore Ollie. I was already upset and the last thing I needed was my brother needling me. He knew how much growing up meant to me and he knew exactly how to get under my skin. I closed my eyes and took a deep shuddering breath. I knew he was trying to rile me up, I just had to ignore it. “Looks like a toddler drew it.” Ollie said. I looked at Dad. He knew I got wound up like this and yet he was doing nothing to stop my brother from taunting me. From their point of view, making fun of me was normal and it was my responsibility not to respond. Ollie took my pen from out of my hand and turned the paper around. I glared at him as he drew a perfect “R”. “See?” Ollie said as he passed my homework back to me, “Easy.” “Leave me alone.” I hissed. “I’m just trying to help.” Ollie replied. My hands balled up into my fists. I felt a throbbing in my forehead and my legs trembled under the table. I needed to remove myself from the room before I did something I’d regret. “Here. Let me show you.” Ollie said. My brother stood behind me and leaned over my shoulder. He slipped the pen into my hand and the took hold of my arm. He started guiding my hand and drawing the letter I had struggled with. When I saw that it was indeed an improvement over my own efforts, I felt like I was reaching melting point. I could almost feel my face going a deep shade of red. “There we go! Well done!” Ollie said with faux excitement. He leaned in close to my ear until I could feel his breath, “Baby.” I had no control of my reactions. I couldn’t stand the taunting anymore and combined with the strange mix of feelings the phone call had given to me the red mist descended. I wheeled around and shoved Ollie as had as I could, I grunted from the effort as Ollie stumbled backwards and then, rather theatrically, fell to the floor, his back against the fridge. There was no way I was strong enough to have caused that myself. “Emma!” Dad’s voice boomed. My eyes widened. I was still looking at Ollie who I saw smirking. He’d gotten exactly what he wanted. Dad was in the room and had witnessed what I had done. As I turned back around, he was advancing on me, I slipped out of the chair but in my desperation to get away my uncoordinated feet got tangled together causing me to trip. I would’ve hit the floor hard if Dad hadn’t reached out and grabbed my wrist. “Stop!” I squealed as I was pulled back to the table, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Ollie was…” “Don’t you dare try to blame your brother.” Dad said angrily, “I saw what was happening. He was helping you with your homework.” “He wasn’t!” I protested. Tears were already filling my eyes as I started stumbling over my words in trying to explain myself. I was pushed forwards and a hand in the back bent me over the table. I knew what was coming. Dad’s go to punishment for when I “acted out” was a swift hard spanking. I tensed up knowing what was going to come. Despite being totally prepared when Dad’s hand made loud contact with the back of my soggy disposable, I yelped like a puppy who had just had its tail stepped on. The first was swiftly followed by a second and a third. I couldn’t contain my emotions and tears started streaming down my face. It wasn’t fair and yet no one would believe me. I hit the table with my fists as the whacks to my backside continued, a deep throbbing pain soon developing underneath my stinging skin, the diaper seemed to do nothing to offer me protection. After around a dozen spanks, I didn’t bother counting, I felt Dad smack me one more time. My top half was splayed out on the table, and I was snatching deep breaths of air in between loud sobs. I thought it was over and tried to stand up, but Dad held me in place. I grunted from the effort before giving up and remaining in place, trying to blink the tears out of my eyes so I could see again. “Ollie, come over here.” Dad instructed. I heard Ollie climbing to his feet and walking behind me, “Now, son, it’s important you don’t let girls take advantage of any kindness. Sure, they’re weak, but they need a strong hand to guide them. Spank your sister.” “W-What!?” I exclaimed as I struggled again to get up. Ollie hadn’t spanked me before; punishment was Dad’s realm. I was shoved back down and the weight on my back only increased. “I can?” Ollie asked. He sounded almost in awe, as if he was being bestowed a great honour. “You’re becoming a man.” Dad sounded proud, “Just a couple of spanks to start with.” I was shaking my head and trying to claw my way across the table in my desperation to get away. Unfortunately, Dad could now use both hands to keep me in place. I looked back over my shoulder through tear-filled eyes at Ollie getting into position with his hand hovering an inch from my butt. He was looking up at Dad for guidance. “Argh!” I screamed as Ollie spanked me hard on my already bruised backside. The delay between the first half of the punishment and the second had only allowed the blood to return and make things hurt even worse. After just a few impacts the extra spanking stopped and Dad finally let me stand up. My hands immediately went to rub my butt. I was looking down at the floor, my face was red and puffy from the crying. “Apologise to your brother.” Dad demanded. I scowled. One of my hands came up to rub my face and I looked up. Ollie was standing a foot away and smiling widely. I knew that if I failed to do as I was told I would be back over the table. I swallowed back the tears and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I pushed you.” I muttered. “Now you can go to your room.” Dad instructed before Ollie could say anything back, “I’ll send your mother up to put you in your crib shortly.” Normally I would be very upset that I had to go to bed without dinner but this time I was fine with getting time alone. I turned on my heels and practically ran from the room towards the stairs. I didn’t stop until I got to my room where I slammed the door and flung myself on to my mattress. I started loudly crying and it didn’t feel like I’d ever stop. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. 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Richard has his designation and is taken to the next stage of the process. --- I am only able to write as much as I do thanks to the generosity and support of my subscribers. Writing is my only source of income and it is because of these people that I am able to do that. It allows me to keep the lights on and puts food in my fridge. My subscribers get early access to all my stories, and access to around 30 EXCLUSIVE stories that are only available for my subscribers along with other benefits. If you are interested in supporting me and getting these benefits please consider checking out one of my subscriber pages. Thank you ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Instead of being pushed back into his chair, Richard felt a weight leaning on his back and pushing him against the desk. Zoe, acting as if this was a daily occurrence for her, slid her chair backwards and grabbed a few important documents before Richard’s hands started thrashing about. He grunted and swore but with the two men holding him down he was completely immobilised. “I was hoping we could skip this stage.” Zoe said with a sigh, “Your immaturity is even worse than the report suggested.” Richard could hardly believe his ears. They were calling him immature for resisting being humiliated and sentenced to a life of infantilisation, it seemed pretty acceptable to resist. He growled and issued vague threats that he had no hope of fulfilling and everyone, including Richard, knew as much. As he swore at the guards, at Zoe, and at the system, he still had tears rolling down his face. Without any preamble, Richard suddenly felt his pants being pulled down. He gasped and tried to kick away the hands, but he was physically outmatched. It wasn’t long before his ass was exposed. He squirmed but the hands would not be moved. He was trapped. Reality was starting to hit him, and it felt like a knockout blow. “Stop it!” Richard cried out, “You can’t do this!” Evidently, they could. Richard felt a hand smack against his butt. He squealed and felt himself going red as he started to sob in defeat. It wasn’t just some horrible nightmare; he really was going to be treated like nothing more than a baby from then on. More blows landed on his ass, but he barely reacted as he sobbed on the desk. Richard was still being spanked when Zoe walked back around the desk and sat down in her chair. She took a moment to straighten some papers and then picked up her phone. Richard looked up at her, wincing as another spank landed on his cheeks. Through the snot and tears that was covering his face he watched the young woman dispassionately hold the receiver to her ear. “Yes, could you send Richard’s parents to my office please.” Zoe said, “They should be in a car in the parking lot. If you can’t find them, putting out an announcement on the loudspeaker system should do it. Thank you.” Richard put his head on the desk face down. The spanking stopped as swiftly as it had started but now his pants and underwear was unceremoniously stripped from his body. They were tossed into a pile in the corner. As the guards let Richard slump back into his seat, he instinctively covered his private parts. With his face a deep crimson he continued to sniffle and blubber. “Richard, this is a shock, so I will overlook that you tried to assault a government official.” Zoe said, “But the decision is made. You are a Little. The sooner you accept it the happier you’ll be.” Richard sniffed back the tears that were still rolling down his face. He raised one hand to wipe at his eyes whilst using the other to try and maintain his modesty. The way Zoe looked at him had changed, he already saw it. He was no longer an equal in her eyes, no longer someone worth listening to. He was a Little, a baby, someone whose opinion mattered very little, if at all. He ducked his head, defeated. “Guards, take him to the next stage.” Zoe said. Richard felt the hands on his shoulders clench slightly. He looked up at the men who seemed to tower over him, their grip certain enough that he wouldn’t be going anywhere they didn’t want any time soon. “Son, you can either get up and walk out of here with us or we carry you.” The older of the two guards said. Richard looked up at him. He had that same unquantifiable look that Zoe did. A look that let Richard know that he was no longer like them, that he wasn’t Big anymore. A brief flicker, the last dying flame, of resistance made him consider trying to break free, but it fizzled out in seconds. He looked down and nodded his head. He slowly got to his feet, his knees feeling weak. “Have a good day.” Zoe said as Richard turned away from the chair. If it wasn’t for the seriousness of the situation, Richard could’ve laughed. Richard kept his hands clamped over his privates as he was led out of the office. He whimpered and dragged his feet as they emerged into the hallway, the guards flanking him tightly. He saw people walking, going about their days. Most of them seemed to work at the Designation Office as they barely gave the half-naked Richard a second look, some were other young people who were wide-eyed and nervous, and then there was… “Richard!?” Sandy’s voice came from a door Richard had just passed, “What’s going on?” Richard turned away. He couldn’t look the young woman in the face, not when he was so exposed, not when his face was so red and streaked with tears. He noticed that Sandy didn’t seem overly distraught, she must’ve been designated Big. “Move along.” The guard nearest Sandy said. “But…” Sandy started. Eager to get away from the situation, Richard started walking faster. He let out a little sniffle. If he felt that embarrassed being seen by a person who he had only shared a handful of minutes with, how on Earth was he ever going to face his family. Just the thought of them seeing him, knowing they would have to look after him going forwards, was enough to make him feel like he was going to throw up. “Richard, you didn’t get made a Little, right?” Sandy called down the corridor. “In here, please.” The guard said as he pushed open a non-descript door. Richard allowed himself a second to glance back and see Sandy staring at him, her mouth was wide open, in her hands she carried a certificate with an obvious green stamp on it. He stepped over the threshold and hung his head, more than anything he wished he was about to walk out of that place with a similar document. One that said the next day would be just like the one previously. “Who have we got here then?” An older woman, sitting at a computer on a desk in the corner asked as she stood up. “Richard Divey.” The guard said. Richard hadn’t noticed the younger guard pick up the paperwork, but it was handed to the woman to look over. The woman, presumably a nurse, looked over the papers and then up at Richard’s sorry looking form. “You guards can wait outside.” The nurse said, “This Little one isn’t going to cause any problems, is he?” Richard didn’t immediately answer. He thought he could overpower the nurse and there was a door on the other side of the room that he could maybe get through… but then what? He would be lost inside the building with every guard looking for him. He knew what being designated Little meant, there was no escaping it no matter how much he begged or fought. He shook his head and looked down at the ground. “Are you sure?” The bigger guard asked, “He was a little excitable in the interview room.” “I’ll be fine.” Nurse replied, “The poor thing is just scared.” Richard couldn’t deny that. He was very scared, even now he could imagine his parents being taken to see Zoe and told what had happened. He could see his mom looking as upset as the one in the lobby, the one watching her newly baby boy being dragged out the exit. He could picture his dad trying to remain strong and stoic. It was nearly enough to start him sobbing again. “Alright.” The older guard said after looking at Richard, “But if there’s any trouble, call out and we’ll be here in less than a second.” “Just remember…” The younger guard leaned in close to Richard, “If you try to hurt the nurse or run away, you will be in some very serious trouble. Understood?” For emphasis he seemed to push his hip out a bit. Richard looked and saw something holstered, whether it was a taser or a gun he wasn’t sure, either way he knew he had nothing left to fight for. He’d lost the moment he stepped foot in Zoe’s office. The guards left. Richard remained stood in the centre of the room with his hands cupped over his genitals and, for the first time, looked around the room. In many ways it was similar to the nurse’s office he had seen at school a few times over the years. A clean white space with cabinets and counters along most of the walls. There were some posters about first aid and how to spot early signs of certain conditions. It was the object in the centre of the room that Richard found himself trying to avoid. Each time his eyes fell on it he felt his heart race and his throat tighten. The long table wasn’t unlike a regular nurse’s table. Except that, underneath this one, on shelves running its full length, were diapers, wipes and powder. He stared at one of the folded up white diapers and felt his legs shaking. The idea that he would soon be wearing one, that he would wear nothing but diapers as underwear for the rest of his life, was nearly overwhelming. “OK, Richard, I need some information from you.” The nurse said, then she looked up and seemed to realise something, “Oh, where are my manners? I haven’t told you my name. I’m Brianna.” “Richard…” Richard replied without really thinking. His eyes were still on the diapers, and he wondered if he had been too hasty in writing off an escape attempt. “I know, sweetie.” Brianna said with a compassionate smile, “I need a few measurements from you, just a basic health check.” Richard was in a state of shock as Brianna proceeded to direct him this way and that. His height was taken, then his weight, she checked his blood sugar, his reflexes, listened to his heart and a whole list of other things. Richard kept hoping there would be something that undid everything that had happened that morning, that there was one measurement that would show what a mistake it had all been. Unfortunately, he was given a clean bill of health. “Alright, no point putting it off any longer.” Brianna said as she patted the changing table a couple of times. Richard swallowed anxiously. He was still doing his best to cover himself up, even though his modesty would count for nothing before long. He watched as Brianna pulled a diaper out. The white rectangle looked so big, but as she unfolded it and laid it out on the changing table it only got bigger. It looked like it would swallow him whole. “Can… Can I go to the bathroom first?” Richard asked. He did kind of need to go, but it was more of an attempt to put off the inevitable than anything else. “Well, I don’t think that will be necessary, do you?” Brianna said with a little chuckle. It struck Richard that he would probably never use the toilet again. It should’ve seemed obvious as soon as he was pronounced Little, but now he thought about before he had left the house that morning, when he had sat on the toilet to do his business. He’d had no idea that would be the last time. His thoughts turned to what it would be like to do what he did on the toilet into the diaper instead and he started to feel light-headed. “Come on, it’s alright.” Brianna walked over. She put one arm around Richard’s lower back and guided him forwards, “Everything will be fine.” “It won’t.” Richard moaned as he stumbled towards the changing table. “Change is always scary for Littles but you’ll be used to it in no time.” Brianna continued, “I remember when Jimmy, my son, was designated Little. It took a bit of a time but he’s perfectly happy now.” “Y-Your son?” Richard asked. He sat on the edge of the table and Brianna lifted his legs causing him to lay back. “Yes, he’s been Little for… Goodness, must be ten years now.” Brianna said. “What does he do?” Richard asked. He was hoping to hear of some loophole, to find out that Jimmy was living a relatively normal life despite everything. “Watches his cartoons and plays with his toys mainly.” Brianna said fondly. “That’s it?” Richard asked. “Well, we sometimes go to the park or the toy store…” Brianna continued, “He likes that.” Richard stopped listening. There was no secret to be found. Jimmy had spent the last decade living as a complete baby. Richard thought back to when he was eight-years-old and Jimmy had been designated Little. He tried to imagine all that time in between where Richard was growing up and Jimmy was, essentially, frozen in time. It was not comforting to think that he had that in front of him. To think that Brianna could watch her own son go through that and be a nurse doing the same thing, he wondered just how callous the nurse was. “Now, lift up.” Brianna said as she tapped the side of Richard’s thigh. Richard hesitated. These were, potentially, his last moments without a diaper. As soon as he did as he was told and had the new padding taped on to him, that would be it. He bit his lip, hesitating. “Don’t make me call the guards back in here.” Brianna said quietly, “Trust me, they aren’t as gentle as me.” Richard closed his eyes. He arched his back and lifted his hips from the table. He could feel Brianna’s hands against him and heard a faint crinkle as the diaper was placed underneath his butt. When he received another tap on the side he slowly lowered back down. When he felt the new padding underneath him, he felt his mind go blank. It still felt like an impossible nightmare coming to life. “There we go.” Brianna said cheerfully, “Not so bad, is it?” Richard said nothing. He certainly didn’t tell her that he wanted to jump off the table and run off to never be found, that the padding felt like an irritant against his skin. He kept his eyes closed, just trying to delay the inevitable for even a few more seconds. “You’re going to need to move those.” Brianna said as she tapped Richard’s hands, “Trust me, you haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before.” Richard whimpered audibly as he moved his hands away from his privates. It all still felt too much like a nightmare to be real, and he wasn’t helped by the feeling of the cottony interior of the diaper coming up and over his crotch. The tapes were like four locks, each one designed to keep him away from adulthood. He covered his face with his hands and wept. “All done.” Brianna said as she went over to the sink and washed her hands. “W-What happens now?” Richard said through his tears. “Well, I think your Mommy and Daddy are going to be signing some documents for a while.” Brianna said, “So we’ll take you to the holding pen until either they collect you or put you up for adult adoption.” “Adoption!?” Richard quickly sat up and immediately regretted it. The diaper crinkled loudly underneath him. He looked down to see it puffing up with air trapped inside. “If they decide they don’t want to look after you.” Brianna stated simply, “It can be terribly taxing looking after a Little.” Richard was aghast. He didn’t think his parents would just abandon him, but could he be certain? Did any parents want to have to start looking after a baby again? 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I think most, if not all, phones will have timers on their cameras these days. Find the right angle, set the phone up, start the timer and get into position for the picture.

Emma goes back to classes after lunch and everything seems as normal as it always is for her, until she has an unexpected run in with someone. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- When the bell rang, I made my way back to the classroom along with my friends. My envy of Nicole’s writing wasn’t helped by Zoe constantly making a big deal out of how good it was on the way back to the room. I slouched alongside them trying to feel happy for my friend but secretly asking myself why I was incapable of doing the same thing. “Have you seen this?” Zoe said as she held the paper out towards me. “Yes.” I replied unenthusiastically. “It’s not THAT good.” Nicole replied. I wondered if she knew that her self-effacing words only made me more annoyed. “It really is!” Zoe said, “You can make out all the letters and everything!” I was grateful when we reached our classroom. We were supposed to have our pacifiers in our mouths when we walked in which meant Zoe wouldn’t be able to continue gushing about Nicole’s achievements. The familiar latex taste invaded my tongue as I walked through the door into the room. “Come on, girls.” Mr. Smith said as he held the door open, “We have a busy afternoon ahead of us.” I thought about sarcastically asking if we were going to be studying history or doing some complex math, but I decided I didn’t need to start the afternoon with a spanking. I wasn’t kept in suspense for long anyway. The kitchen area had ingredients set up and small portable ovens with cooking hobs were set up around the room. “This afternoon you’ll be learning something very important for all of you to know.” Mr. Smith said solemnly, “How to bake your man a delicious cake.” I rolled my eyes. But didn’t say anything. One benefit of the pacifiers intended to keep us all quiet was that I could let my frustrations out by angrily chewing on the mouth-filling bulb. We were all gathered around the teacher’s table. Mr. Smith wasn’t exactly certain of what he was doing, he was a man after all, it wasn’t like he had a lot of experience cooking. He followed the instructions of a book as he showed up what to do. I felt quite sure that most of the girls around me would be able to bake a better cake already, most were taught this stuff at home. “Off you go.” Mr. Smith said as he placed his rather untidy looking effort into the oven, “Work in pairs.” It was always awkward having a group of three friends and having to work in pairs. One of would have to be left out. Fortunately, Nicole suggested we work together which meant it was Zoe who had to find a partner. Since she was the most outgoing of us it made sense. For the next few minutes, we started the first steps of baking a cake. Nicole looked rather uncomfortable. After I had tried to crack an egg three times and had only ended up making a mess of the table, she reached over and did it for me. “I’m sorry.” Nicole said quietly. “What for?” I replied. “The writing and stuff.” Nicole said, “I know you want to-…” “Don’t worry about it.” I quickly said. “But-…” Nicole looked genuinely apologetic. “Dwelling on it isn’t going to make the situation better.” I shrugged. “I’m sure you’ll get it.” Nicole said with a smile. I tried to return the friendly expression, but I wasn’t sure I managed it. To be frank, I didn’t know if I would get any better, certainly not any time soon. I couldn’t even do a lot of the cooking as my hands were just so sluggish and didn’t want to do what my brain told them to do. It wasn’t long into the lesson, perhaps only ten or fifteen minutes, when I felt a sinking feeling in my lower tummy. I closed my eyes and knew what was coming. It seemed a cruel joke that it didn’t happen just a few minutes earlier when I could’ve gone to the nurse without causing a scene. As I watched Nicole stirring the bowl of ingredients in front of us, I bent my knees. A second later my diaper was heavier, sagging with the contents of what had formerly been in my bowels. I closed my eyes and felt disgust roil up inside me. I hated this feeling more than any other. Nothing was more uncomfortable, not to mention how it reminded me of my place as a glorified baby. Nicole was speaking but I didn’t hear what she said. My eyes were watering, and I felt my face turning red. “Emma?” Nicole said. I looked up. She had a friendly smile on her face, a sympathetic one, “I think you should see Mr. Smith.” I just nodded as a tear leaked down my cheeks. I was trying to maintain my dignity by not bursting into tears, but it was difficult, it felt like there was a stone in my throat. I put down the instructions that I’d been holding, about the only thing I could do to help was read them, and waddled towards Mr. Smith who was sitting at his desk looking bored. “I… I…” I was finding it hard to get the words. After a couple of false starts they rushed out just as quick as my accident had done, “I need to see the nurse.” I could see Mr. Smith’s face twist in disgust as I drew near. He was taking a permission slip from the pile and filling it out before I’d even opened my mouth. It was handed to me in silence, and I went back to grab my backpack. Whilst the school did provide diapers they weren’t as good as the ones my parents bought so they often packed some for me. Usually I didn’t bother using them, a diaper is a diaper to me, none are better than any other and they all represented failure and weakness, however going home in a school diaper risked a spanking for “wasting school resources.” “See you in a bit.” Nicole said. I didn’t respond. I waddled awkwardly to the door trying to keep my skin from touching the mess in my diaper. I kept my head bowed. I felt like everyone in the room was judging me even though they all did the same thing every day. I was supposed to better than them, more grown up. Once out in the quiet hallway I felt a little relief at being away from prying eyes. I let the pacifier that had been in my mouth the whole lesson drop and dangle from the front of my childish outfit. Starting down the corridor I heard snippets of lessons happening in other rooms. A few were kindergarten classes for other grades of girls but the others, they were altogether more interesting. I couldn’t linger right at the door because of the windows but I stopped just to the side of one door and listened intently. Inside, it seemed to be a biology lesson, discussing cells. I felt jealous, how I wished I could be in there learning how the world worked. I moved down the corridor to the next door and stopped. It was a history lesson, and I could hear them discussing a civil war. I never lingered outside a classroom for long, as soon I was in one place for enough time that the air around me became contaminated I moved on. I was just about to walk away from a class that was teaching English when I heard a voice shouting. “Hey!” I froze in place and turned to see a young man, probably several grades below me, hurrying over. The sash going diagonally across his chest marked him out as a hall monitor, “What are you doing out of class?” “I need to see the nurse.” I replied quietly. He didn’t need me to speak. When he drew close, I saw his face twist with disgust at the smell. Every single movement was spreading the mess in my diaper, and I was desperate to get changed. “Do you have a pass?” He asked. His mouth twisting into a sneer, a mixture of enjoying his power over me and disgust. I quickly held out the slip of paper I had been given. The jobsworth hall monitor took it from me and examined every detail, clearly he was just looking for a way to punish me. After being left disappointed he handed the slip back to me. “Get a move on.” The boy said, “No hanging around.” I turned away but before I had a chance to take a step I felt his hand slap into the back of my diaper. Inside I could feel the mess I had been desperately trying to keep away from my skin spread all over me. I froze in place and cringed as he chuckled to himself and sauntered away. I wanted to go after him. I wanted to grab him and demand an apology. Better yet, I wanted to grab him and shove him against the lockers. I felt so angry and seethed with a need for revenge. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath that shook with the sobs that were fighting to get out. There was nothing I could do. If I so much as looked at the boy, the wrong way it would be me getting in trouble. It was almost worth it though. With fresh tears springing to my eyes, I waddled at almost running speed down the hallway away from the asshole with the sash. I turned a corner as I looked back to make sure the monitor was gone and immediately ran into something hard that knocked me backwards. I stumbled as I struggled to stay upright, and my bag fell from my shoulders as I went down. I knew what was coming but was powerless to stop it. I landed on the hand floor in a sitting position making the mess in my diaper a hundred times worse. It was so gross. Tears threatened to stream down my face as I fought to hold back my emotions. More than embarrassment or sadness, I was angry. Furious that my poopy diaper, something I loathed to begin with, had become so much more horrid. Regardless of the chance for punishment I had to vent my spleen. “Why don’t you watch where you’re go-…” The words died in my throat as I opened my eyes. Standing over me, looking slightly surprised but otherwise untouched by our collision, was Jacob. Of all the people in the school to run into I couldn’t believe it was him. I found that I no longer could finish my sentence. “I’m so sorry, let me help you up.” Jacob said as he reached down. Still angry I batted his hands away and rolled over. As I pushed myself up, I realised that I was sticking my heavily soiled rear in the air showing off a diaper that was both sticking uncomfortably to my skin and clearly full. I winced and didn’t dare turn around. I felt so ashamed of letting Jacob see me in this state, I wanted to tell him I was better than this, that I could “grow up” and be independent despite it all. But why did I want to say that? Jacob was just some dumb guy. Sure, he was attractive, but he was still a man. He was still someone with power over me simply because of the body he was born with. Why should I explain myself or care what he thought of me? It was probably better if he thought I was disgusting, maybe then he’d leave me alone. “Emma, wasn’t it?” Jacob said, making no comment of my obviously stinky underwear. The smell was impossible not to notice, I was surprised he hadn’t left me in the hall. “Yes.” I replied shortly. I didn’t turn around. I didn’t want him to see my blushing face. “Sorry, I must not have seen you.” Jacob said, “Here, let me help you with your bag.” I looked down to the side where my backpack had fallen open, some items had slipped out of it and I closed my eyes again, cursing my never-ending bad luck. The top of the diaper I was to be changed into was visible, though that shouldn’t have surprised him, along with some pens, pencils, and a book. “To Kill a Mockingbird?” Jacob said with surprise as he handed me my bag and looked at the book. “And?” I asked with hostility borne at least partly for my feelings for all men. “I’m just surprised.” Jacob smiled. I saw those rows of perfect teeth. They were just making me angrier. “Believe it or not, I can read.” I snatched the book and put it back in my bag. “I have no doubt of that.” Jacob said, “You seem like a smart woman.” Now THAT made me pause. I could probably count the number of times I’d been called a woman rather than a girl on one hand. I could feel myself flushing again but shook it off, it was just an empty compliment, the sort of thing a man said when they wanted something. I shoved the book into my bag and zipped it up. I shrugged, trying to appear as uncaring as possible as I slipped the bag back on to my back. “Then why are you surprised?” I asked. I tried to act like I wasn’t particularly interested in the answer. “Well, I know you aren’t reading it in class. I just thought it might be a little dry for reading in your leisure time at school.” Jacob said with a shrug, “I thought you might read something a little more action packed like, I don’t know, The Hunger Games?” I let out a snort of laughter as if to say he was completely wrong. I didn’t tell him that I had the entire series of The Hunger Games on my shelf in my room and that I often read through the whole series. “Yeah, well…” I didn’t know what to say and fell silent. “Let me accompany you to the nurse’s office.” Jacob said, “To make up for knocking you over.” This guy was annoying me. Why did he have to seem so nice and reasonable on top of being handsome? I really didn’t need walking to the nurse’s room, having visited it multiple times a day for years I could probably find it with my eyes closed, but I wasn’t saying no. I didn’t know for sure WHY I wasn’t saying no, but I wasn’t. I slung my bag over my back and shrugged. “If you want, I guess.” I said with indifference as I started walking. After a couple of steps Jacob drew level with me. I looked away as he walked me down the corridor to the rear of the building. I felt very self-conscious of the way I was walking but a normal gait was impossible with the thick padding and what it contained. I was surprised Jacob hadn’t made a comment about the stink because I could smell it, and if I could he certainly could to. “Shouldn’t you be in class?” I asked just to end the silence which had felt oppressive. “I got a pass to use the bathroom.” Jacob said as he pulled some paper out of his pocket. “Lucky you…” I muttered with envy. We reached the door to the outside and I stepped through it ahead of Jacob. I had thought he was going to turn around, but he continued outside. I knew the pass gave him permission to be out of class, but I had to think he would be missed after a little while. Perhaps the boys were just given more leeway than us girls. It wouldn’t have surprised me. He certainly seemed in no particular rushed. “So, Prom’s a big deal around here, huh?” Jacob said as we approached the nurse’s offices. Here we go. I should’ve known there was an ulterior motive. I’d already shot him down at lunch but now he was coming on to me again. I couldn’t deny that I found him less awful than most of the men at the school, but he was still a man, probably playing a role to trick me into thinking he wasn’t a complete asshole. I wasn’t about to surrender myself to any guy no matter how much I was pestered. “It is.” I replied stiffly. I waited for the question which was sure to follow. I waited for Jacob to ask me out, get shot down, and then walk away. He may have been playing nice, but I was sure it was only to lower my guard. I’d spent eighteen years around guys, and I knew they were never nice without a reason. Jacob remained silent as we reached the cabin that held the nurses. I closed my eyes and braced myself for turning him down again. “Well, I’ll see you around.” Jacob said, “Sorry again for walking into you.” My mouth was already open and ready to reject him when I heard Jacob turn around and start walking away. I frowned and turned myself to watch Jacob walking away. I was confused. He didn’t look back as he went back through the door into the school. I stood in stunned silence for half a minute until the door to the cabin opened and a nurse came walking out. “Everything alright?” The nurse asked as he walked past me with a frown. “Yes… sorry.” I replied as I was brought back to reality. Still surprised that I had been wrong about Jacob and that he, apparently, had escorted me as a selfless act I walked into the cabin. I went to the first nurse who was sitting at his computer and climbed straight up on to the changing table. I didn’t envy him. 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Richard is called through for an interview that will determine everything that comes afterwards... --- I am only able to write as much as I do thanks to the generosity and support of my subscribers. Writing is my only source of income and it is because of these people that I am able to do that. It allows me to keep the lights on and puts food in my fridge. My subscribers get early access to all my stories, and access to around 30 EXCLUSIVE stories that are only available for my subscribers along with other benefits. If you are interested in supporting me and getting these benefits please consider checking out one of my subscriber pages. Thank you ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- The corridor was very long and there were a great many doors leading to, presumably, a great many offices. Richard walked through the door he had been directed to with butterflies in his tummy. Zoe followed him in and closed the door behind her. “I hope you haven’t had to wait long.” Zoe said with a smile as she indicated a chair in front of her desk for Richard to sit in, “This is always a busy time of year for us. We get a lot of August babies leaving it to the last minute.” “It wasn’t too bad.” Richard replied. “Good.” Zoe logged on to her computer, “Right, there’s some things I need to fill in. Whilst I’m doing that there is a test I would like you to fill out. Multiple choice, no big deal.” A collection of a dozen pieces of paper was slid in front of Richard, stapled together. He looked from the paper to Zoe and back down again. “No big deal”, she had said. Richard knew enough to think there was nothing done in these offices that wasn’t a big deal. He picked up a pen and started looking through the questions whilst Zoe continued to type. The test was bizarre. The questions were all over the place. One second Richard would be answering a simple math question like “Steve had seven apples and ate two, how many apples does Steve have left?” and then the next question would have him searching his morals, “A trolley is coming down the track, you can do nothing and let it run over five innocent people or pull the lever and make it run over one innocent person…” “Still going?” Zoe asked a few seconds after she seemingly finished typing. “Should I be done already?” Richard asked. “You don’t need to second-guess everything.” Zoe chuckled, “There’s no time limit.” Richard subtly felt the pressure being applied to him. He wondered if it was intentional. Was he really being slow? Or was Zoe deliberately making him feel slow to see how he reacted? He took a deep breath and forced the paranoid tension out of his body. These people were bureaucrats, not psychologists. “I think I’m done.” Richard said a couple of minutes later after ticking a couple more boxes. “Are you sure?” Zoe asked. Her eyebrows were raised. “I… think so?” Richard replied. His answer sounded more like a question. “Want to double check anything?” Zoe continued. Richard was starting to doubt his earlier musings. Maybe Zoe was a psychologist after all, she was certainly making him hesitate before he shook his head and pushed the paper back across the desk. Zoe picked it up and started leafing through it. Richard had assumed she would scan the results into the computer or something, instead she glanced through once and then placed it on the desk. She looked up at Richard and didn’t say anything. “How did I do?” Richard asked. He was trying to maintain an air of confidence. He hoped the desk hid how much his legs were shaking. “How do you think you did?” Zoe asked. She leaned on her desk, her elbows on the flat surface and her chin cupped in her hands. “I don’t know.” Richard shrugged his shoulders, “Average?” “Hmm.” Zoe made an interested sound and returned to the computer where she inputted more data. Richard could feel himself starting to sweat. He had first thought he would be in and out in no time, then that talking to Zoe would be a formality… but now he was panicking. He could clearly see that he should’ve been worried all along. His mind turned to running away. He imagined leaping out of the chair, wrenching the door open and sprinting towards the big double doors. If her was lucky, maybe he would catch the guards unaware, get a bit of a head start… but then what? “You’re looking a little pale.” Zoe commented. She was still typing but her eyes kept darting over to Richard, “Are you feeling unwell?” “A little…” Richard’s stomach churned. He desperately wanted to know what Zoe was typing, “So… you’re some kind of therapist or something?” “Or something.” Zoe replied, her answer giving little away. “L-Look… C-Can we be upfront with each other?” Richard asked a little desperately. “About what?” Zoe turned away from the computer. “It’s just… I think that maybe I haven’t given the best account of myself.” Richard tried to smile, it didn’t work, “And, I think, maybe if you gave me the test again I could do better.” “Hmm.” Zoe made the same interested sound again as she went back to the PC and typed out some more sentences, “You think you could do better?” Richard swallowed. He felt like he had just made things worse. Maybe he shouldn’t have drawn attention to it, maybe the whole thing was a test and stressing over it was failing. His hands were shaking now as he gripped the arms of his chair hard. When he didn’t answer her, Zoe went back to rapidly typing. “Well, I think we have everything we need.” Zoe said, “Unless you’ve got anything to add?” Richard stared forwards dumbly. He felt like he SHOULD have something to say. He should be pleading his case forcefully, proving his masculinity and maturity. He couldn’t think of anything. His mind was blank and after a few seconds he just shook his head. As Zoe reached into a drawer and pulled out some forms, he started praying to be designated Big. “Well, Richard, we’ve looked at your whole past.” Zoe started, “Your grades at school were average, though your attendance was in the lowest fifteen percent. There’s very little in terms of extra-curriculars and those we have asked about you have made comments suggesting a certain… immaturity.” “You’ve asked people about me?” Richard interrupted. “We are thorough.” Zoe replied, “We don’t want to make a mistake with the rest of your life after all. We have asked teachers and community leaders, people who know you but maintain some objectivity.” Richard watched as his name was filled out on the certificate in front of Zoe. She wrote in the date and time, then she moved across to the box showing designation, the one where the big stamp went. On the corner of the desk was a green stamp, like the one Richard had seen used on the other young man’s certificate, and next to it, a red stamp. Zoe’s hand started to move over to them. Richard watched with wide eyes and a dry mouth. The young woman’s fingers brushed against the green stamp that would’ve meant Big, instead her fingers clasped the red stamp. Richard’s heart and stomach dropped simultaneously. It was like a nightmare was unfolding in front of him in slow motion. “Wait!” Richard exclaimed, “L-Look, I know you have a bad impression of me. M-Maybe I haven’t tried hard enough up until now but…” “Richard, I’m sorry, but…” Zoe lifted the stamp. Richard could see the red ink on the mould which read “Little.” His lip trembled, “We don’t make mistakes.” “No! Please! I can’t be a Little!” Richard begged, “I’ll… I’ll give you money! I’ll do whatever you want! PLEASE!” “Richard, do you know that trying to bribe a government official is a crime?” Zoe asked, “I’m willing to overlook it, I’m sure this is a shock, but you’ll get used to it.” “I… I…” Richard wrapped his arms around his midsection. It had to be a sick joke. The stamp came down on the certificate. Zoe pressed it down, making sure the word “Little” would be permanently affixed to it. As the stamp came away, it took with it all of Richard’s adulthood. He could only stare as the ink quickly started to dry. He thought about running again, but as if his mind was being read, Zoe picked up the phone on her desk and called for security. “It’s just procedure.” Zoe said as she replaced the phone, “To escort you to the next phase.” “I’m… not a Little.” Richard said weakly. “As of about ten seconds ago, yes, you are.” Zoe replied, “I know it gets a bad rap, but it’s not so bad. You will be well looked after and you won’t have to worry about things like money, relationships, jobs…” “I WANT to worry about those things!” Richard suddenly said. “It has been decided that you won’t have to.” Zoe replied. She was smiling again, but it was the sort of indulgent smile you aim at a child telling you about their day, “I’ll level with you, baby. Once you came in here, the chances of you being a Big were almost nil. You had some very bad scores. You would’ve had to ace the test, and even then…” “Can I appeal?” Richard already knew the answer as the crush weight of what was coming started to fall on his shoulders, “Speak to a supervisor or something?” “It doesn’t work like that I’m afraid.” Zoe said. The door to the office opened and two men in security uniforms walked in. They moved across and stood either side of Richard’s chair. He looked up at them, one stared resolutely ahead whilst the other had a sympathetic expression. Richard’s brain had seemingly emptied. He didn’t know how to react, he didn’t know what to think. All his plans and thoughts about the future had just gone up in smoke right in front of him. It didn’t seem real that he was losing his adulthood, had already lost it, from the moment the ink hit the certificate. He thought about all the other people in the lobby who would now be walking away with their adulthood intact, just another day, off to call friends and hang out. Richard thought about his own friends and how humiliated he would feel if any of them knew what had just happened. “Richard, we know this can be a stressful time.” Zoe said. Her smile was sympathetic, and her voice was soft, “These are some big changes that are about to hit you. That’s why these gentlemen will escort you to the next part of the process.” “Can I…” Richard started another forlorn desperate attempt for a reprieve. “No, baby.” Zoe replied, “There is one thing you can help me with though. Did you come here with anyone?” “My parents.” Richard’s voice cracked as he said it. His eyes teared up as he imagined what they would think when they heard the news. “We can’t let you leave here without legal guardians. This is likely the last serious choice you will have to make.” Zoe said the second sentence as if it was a good thing, “Would you like to be placed under the care of your parents? Or would you prefer to be put up for adult adoption?” What a choice! Richard blinked and felt fat tears rolling down his cheeks. He wanted a third option, one that meant he didn’t have to spend the rest of his life as a baby! Richard took a deep shaky breath. He hadn’t given any thought to what he would want. He didn’t think ANYONE would spend time asking themselves where they wanted to be a baby, at home or somewhere else. Richard started thinking about what was going to happen. He had seen TV shows of Littles. He’d seen the nurseries, the toys, the… diapers. He felt himself starting to get angry. This was unfair. He had never agreed with the whole designation process at all. His sister had spent years telling him what a farce it all was! He hadn’t really paid much attention but now it was the only thing that mattered at all. Why should he have to make such a decision when he was perfectly capable of being an adult? “No.” Richard stated. He tried to inject as much authority into his voice as he could manage, “You can’t do this to me!” Richard tried to get up and out of his seat. Two hands immediately clapped him on the shoulder and pushed him back down against the chair. His hands balled up uselessly. He was tiny compared to the two behemoths standing next to him. In his impotent rage he stamped his feet against the floor and let out a scream that he felt must’ve been heard all the way back in the lobby. “Calm down, son.” The older of the security guards said, “You don’t want to cause trouble.” Trouble was exactly what Richard wanted to cause. He acted as if he was calming down, just enough to get the security to lower their guard. Then he lunged forwards at the desk. He didn’t really know what he wanted to do, he wouldn’t hit a woman, but his frustration and fury couldn’t be contained. He aimed to hit the computer, the avatar of the algorithm that had just condemned him. 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In the cafeteria, there are some unwelcome guests at the table... Or maybe they aren't quite as unwelcome as Emma would like. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “What are you up to?” I asked as I bit into my sandwich and looked at Nicole. “Just practicing my writing.” Nicole replied. I looked down at the paper and suddenly my sandwich felt a little harder to swallow. Nicole’s penmanship looked very competent. I marvelled at how her fingers and hand made small movements as she scrawled the words on the page. The letters were a little irregular and shaky, but she was doing it. All the girls my age could read, we were taught that just a little later than the boys, but writing was a different matter since that required coordination we just didn’t have. I had spent a lot of time trying but I could never make my scribblings intelligible. “It looks great…” I said unenthusiastically. My jealousy was impossible to hide. It seemed so unfair that Nicole was seemingly effortlessly able to do all the things I wished I could. As I got my lunch out of my bag I tried to ignore the fact that Liam was staring at me. He was none too subtle about his attraction to me which was annoying because I was doing my best to show that it wasn’t something I reciprocated. He didn’t seem to get the message. “Hi Emma.” Liam said with much more enthusiasm than he had shown talking to Zoe. It was like he’d hit “restart at last checkpoint” in a video game and decided to try having a conversation with me again, “You look great today!” “Thanks…” I replied without looking up from my sandwich. “That dress really suits you.” Liam continued, “It really complements your eyes.” I snorted. My dress was ridiculously infantile. I didn’t bother responding to Liam’s clumsy compliments. I didn’t want to encourage him or make him think that he was getting anywhere with me. Whereas most random guys heard a “no” and moved on to the next girl they saw, Liam seemed besotted with me. It was very annoying. “Does this “B” look good to you?” Nicole asked as she pointed at one of the letters on the paper, “I think the top part is too small.” “It’s perfect.” I had to admit with barely contained jealousy. “What about my dress?” Zoe asked Liam with a wide smile, “Does it compliment me as well?” “Yeah, I guess…” Liam shrugged. He had barely even glanced at her, but Zoe still giggled as if the compliment had been sincere. I was just thinking of getting up and leaving the cafeteria, since everyone was annoying me, when I looked up and saw the new guy, Jacob, coming in. Suddenly I didn’t feel so keen on leaving. I was going red in the face, and I hated that my body and mind were betraying me like this. I couldn’t have a crush; it went completely against my plans to grow up as soon as possible. As I ate another bite of my sandwich, I glanced up from the corner of my eyes to see Jacob was walking over. “Crap…” I muttered. “Jacob, how are you doing?” Liam said as Jacob reached the table, “You find all your classes OK?” “Just about.” Jacob replied with a laugh, “Though I think I nearly enrolled with the girls at one point.” I heard Zoe and Nicole either side of me laugh. I felt a strange flare up of emotion, as if I wanted to tell my friends to back off. But that wouldn’t be right. It wasn’t like I wanted Jacob at all. No, I needed to focus on improving my coordination so I could get out of these stupid girl’s classes, get out of diapers, and have a career. It didn’t matter that I was seemingly behind other girls in the class who weren’t even trying, I was due a spurt of development... Any time now. That’s what I told myself at least. I tried to act casually as Jacob talked to Liam but was finding it difficult. I was hyper-aware of every little movement I made, and suddenly nothing seemed natural, I felt like people were staring at me. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. “Hello.” Zoe said to Jacob. It felt like she was betraying me, “I’m Zoe, this is Emma and that is Nicole. It’s nice to meet you.” I briefly glanced up when Zoe said my name. I noticed that even as Zoe introduced herself and Nicole, Liam’s attention remained on me. I quickly looked away. “So, I heard about a dance coming up?” Jacob said. “Oh, yes, the Prom!” Zoe nodded her head. She looked pointedly at Liam, “It’s very important.” “It is?” Jacob replied. Why was it that every word he said seemed to penetrate the walls I otherwise surrounded myself with? “Of course!” Zoe said, “It’s the last chance for us girls to find a man before school ends. It’s one of the best days of a girl’s life!” I rolled my eyes. If a stupid high school dance was one of the best days of a girl’s life, then I simply didn’t want to be a girl. To be fair to my friend, I would agree it was an important day, but I would do so from a very different perspective. Rather than seeing it as a chance to find a man I saw it as a door slamming closed. It was a deadline. I had to be out of the girl’s classes by Prom, which happened at the end of the school year, or I had failed. I felt a lurch in my stomach as I imagined such a future. “I see.” Jacob said. He nodded his head sagely. I was sure he was already perfectly aware of all this, “And all you girls have dates?” We shook our heads. I immediately regretted it. Why was I joining in with this farce? Why was I listening to all this nonsense? I had an urge to get up and run away. I could see that both Liam and Jacob were looking at me in particular. I was starting to feel like the last piece of meat at the barbeque being eyed up by two hungry dogs. “Well, that won’t do.” Liam said with a big smile, “Maybe we can help these lovely ladies out. What do you think?” I could see that Liam was looking at Jacob with a big smile. I wanted to slap it right off his face. Jacob, for his part, seemed to be resisting the urge I was sure all men had to treat us girls as pathetic dependents. He wouldn’t fool me though; I’d seen more than enough other guys trying to pull the same trick in the name of getting a date. “How about it, Emma?” Jacob said, “Do you want to go to the Prom with me? It doesn’t have to be anything serious. Just a bit of fun.” I looked up at Jacob’s perfect face and couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I saw his perfectly even smile full of gleaming white teeth, the slight stubble on the lower half of his face which seemed to emphasise his masculine features and the way he stood with confidence. A confidence that had allowed him to ask someone he’d never even met to go to the most important dance of the year. I cursed myself for even showing the slightest bit of interest. He was just like all the others. “No.” I replied. I didn’t even give him the courtesy of a polite “thank you”. Hopefully it would be enough to get him to go away so he would stop distracting me from what I really needed to do. “I’m free.” Zoe quickly said as she looked at the two boys. I didn’t think her desperation was very becoming. I turned to look at Nicole’s writing again. She seemed to be so hyper-fixated on getting her letters right that she had missed the whole discussion taking place right next to her. I envied both her coordination and focus. I was just waiting on Jacob to pounce on Emma next. I’d rejected him and that meant his interest in me was over. I knew from prior experience that, once rejected, a guy would go on to the next girl until he caught one in his net. With Zoe declaring her interest I almost felt like Liam and Jacob would start bidding on her as if she were a precious item up for auction. “I’ll see you all later.” Jacob said, “It was nice meeting you.” “Wait up.” Liam called out, “I need to talk to you about that homework we got earlier.” I was surprised. Jacob hadn’t taken Zoe’s bait, she had practically been undressing him in front of him, but he simply walked away. He had asked me, and only me, for a date. He couldn’t have been genuinely interested in me. That was a preposterous thought. I deliberately made myself as stand-offish as possible to avoid men’s attention, not that it worked judging by the number of guys that had asked me out. “Are you crazy?” Zoe asked me as soon as the men had departed, “Why’d you turn him down!?” “You know I’m not interested in any of that.” I replied, “Besides, I don’t even know him.” “Know him? You saw how hot he is, right?” Zoe shook her head in disbelief, “What else do you need to know?” Zoe sighed next to me. Despite how I thought she should aim to do better than just being a wife I had to feel bad for her. She was my friend, and I knew that finding a man meant a lot to her. Her interest in Liam couldn’t be clearer if she jumped into his lap and yet I think we all noticed how Liam’s eyes usually fell on me. It was another reason I envied Nicole; she somehow seemed to avoid a lot of the unwanted attention that I got, it was like a magic power, she could just blend into the background. As I watched Jacob and Liam leaving the cafeteria I felt a flood of warmth in my diaper. I sighed; I never got to enjoy a fully dry disposable for long. The most worrying part for me was how it had come out of nowhere. I had read books on potty training, and I had tried all the techniques I could find but nothing seemed to help. The only result of my efforts was a spanking from Dad a year ago when he found out what I was doing. “Your potty training is your future husband’s business!” Dad had said sternly, “Not yours!” It was ridiculous. I carried on trying different things afterwards but with the best will in the world I couldn’t seem to delay soaking my diaper for even a few seconds. I was as un-potty trained as the day I was born. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. 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I had no idea it was gone. How bizarre. I'll ask the other admins about it and see what's going on!

Richard is at the Designation Office and is asked to step to the side where we learn a little more about the society and the people in it. --- I am only able to write as much as I do thanks to the generosity and support of my subscribers. Writing is my only source of income and it is because of these people that I am able to do that. It allows me to keep the lights on and puts food in my fridge. My subscribers get early access to all my stories, and access to around 30 EXCLUSIVE stories that are only available for my subscribers along with other benefits. If you are interested in supporting me and getting these benefits please consider checking out one of my subscriber pages. Thank you ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “Next!” The woman who had just helped the young man, now sitting at the far wall and talking to another stranger, looked up and smiled Richard’s way. “Hi.” Richard said with what he hoped was a friendly smile. “Name please.” The woman replied. Richard didn’t take offence, she was clearly very busy and needed to be as efficient as possible. “Richard Divey” Richard said. The young woman started tapping on the keyboard. Richard was hoping for that same smile that greeted the last person she had seen, but it wasn’t forthcoming. Instead of waving him off to the side, she kept typing, frowning a little, and then typing some more. The longer she remained silent the more anxious Richard was becoming. Richard was about to ask if everything was alright when a door at the side of the lobby slammed open. There were shouts and exclamations, the sounds of feet dragging on the floor and a struggle as two burly men appeared, pulling a smaller man into the lobby. The room fell into a hushed silence as it seemed everyone turned to look. “Get off me! No! There’s been a mistake!” The man was being practically wrestled into the lobby. Richard finally got a good look at him through the crowd and gasped. The young man was thickly diapered with nothing but an infantile red shirt covering his upper half. He was still swearing and lashing out as the doors opened again and a man and woman walked out. The woman was dabbing at her eyes with a tissue whilst the husband had an arm around her waist looking very stoic. “Mom! You know this isn’t right!” The young man yelled. “I… Baby…” The mother didn’t seem to know what to say and fell into more sobbing. The man and his parents were soon dragged out of the lobby and to the front door. Richard heard him pleading and begging for a second chance all the way until the door closed. He swallowed and turned to face forwards again. “Apologies for that.” The woman at the computer said, “As I’m sure you can understand, some people are less than pleased about their designation.” “Yeah…” Richard was shaken. He just wanted to get his Big designation and leave. He didn’t even want to stick around for the certificate, they could mail it to him. “One moment, please.” The woman said as she picked up a phone and pressed a few numbers. “Is there a problem?” Richard asked. The confidence he had walked in with had eked away the longer he remained in the building. “Yes, I’ve got a Divey here. Richard Divey… Yeah, just asking about the numbers on his file because… Uh huh… Yeah…” The woman was talking on the phone and clicking around the screen occasionally, “And they’ve been double checked?” Richard tried to ignore the anxiety that was twisting at his guts. She might’ve needed to clarify the numbers for any reason, he tried to convince himself, maybe they’re surprisingly good or something… “OK, thank you.” The woman put the phone down and turned to face the computer again. She typed a few things and Richard waited, “Alright, Richard, could you go and sit over there please.” Richard turned to see where the woman was pointing. It was the opposite direction to the young man who had been given the easy pass. The area the woman pointed to was where most of the young men and women were ending up, sitting and waiting to be called forwards through the doors beyond. “I… haven’t failed, have I?” Richard asked. A lump forming in his throat. “There is no passing or failing.” The woman’s professional smile was back, “Please, take a seat and you’ll be called in shortly.” “It’s ju-…” Richard started. “Next!” The woman called out. Richard backed away from the desk. He looked over to where the young man had been sat, he was already gone. Turning to face forwards, Richard took a deep breath and walked over to the bigger waiting area. There were a dozen people already sitting in the area that was screened from most of the lobby by cubicle dividers. Richard walked to an empty seat and sat down opposite a large television. He felt a little more at ease when he saw how many people there were, and how many of them weren’t too concerned. This was the usual process, not many people were designated Big or Little right away, most had to have at least a little testing and checking. At least he hoped that was the case. “Quite a scene, huh?” A woman said to Richard. She jerked her head back to where the Little had just been dragged out of the building. “Yeah…” Richard replied. He gave the woman his name. “Sandy.” The woman replied, “Well, at least it gives us a better chance, right?” “Does it?” Richard asked. “Yeah.” Sandy replied. She put her feet up on a table that had a pile of magazines on it, “Not many are made Little…” “Two percent, I think.” Richard muttered. “Exactly.” Sandy stretched out and yawned, “So they should see fifty of us before there’s another one.” Richard knew that odds didn’t work like that. However, it was a comforting thing to believe so he let himself fall into the comforting grasp of math that didn’t really make sense. He pulled out his phone and sent a text to his parents saying that he might be a little while. They had to tell Kate, Richard’s fifteen-year-old sister, what was going on. After the text was sent, Richard continued talking to Sandy for a little bit, he learnt that they shared the exact same birthday. “Sandy Freeman.” A bearded man had opened the door and called at the name. “That’s me.” Sandy said as she stood up. She looked down at Richard, “Good luck.” “You too.” Richard replied. Another person offering him luck… With nothing else to distract him, Richard turned to the television which seemed to be playing a dull informational video about what was going on. It had just looped to the start and a man in a suit, standing in front of a blue background was smiling at the camera. A graphic popped up showing his name to be Frederick Kline, apparently the Minister responsible for Designation. “Hello, I hope you are having a good day and an enjoyable experience in the Designation Office.” Frederick said. Richard scoffed, “This department has existed for over twenty years now and has resulted in the reduction of unemployment, a reduction in wastage and, most importantly, a reduction in crime.” Richard sat back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. These were the same justifications he had heard many times before, he knew there were opponents of the system that disagreed, but he didn’t care about politics. Any time someone started discussing anything vaguely political his eyes would glaze over. They started doing it right there in the waiting room, but he stared at the screen regardless, it wasn’t like he had much else to do. “When the government of the time published the Case Review, named after the Review’s organiser, Hattie Case, it sent shockwaves through society. It showed that certain behaviours could be predicted by looking at things such as grades and childhood behaviour. Furthermore, it suggested that some people benefitted from a reduction in responsibilities to make them happier, and their community safer.” If there was one thing Richard was aware of, it was that the Case Review wasn’t necessarily all it was cracked up to be. He knew the government relied on it and referenced it often, but he also knew that people had long held that the Review was flawed or biased. He didn’t know the reasons for the arguments though. “The government decided that radical action was required. After much debate, the Designation Department was opened up as a new office of state. It was charged with making society safer, a job it has taken very seriously ever since it’s formation. Thus, we have developed tests that can decide where best to categorise everyone when they reach the age of eighteen.” Frederick’s smile was strangely unnatural in the way that all politicians looked like they had to be taught how to do it as an adult, “If you are watching this, chances are you are currently in a Designation Office and soon to find your own place in our society, either as a Little or a Big.” Another man, with grey hair and bushy eyebrows, opened the door and called another person through to an office. Richard watched him go and wondered if the same thoughts that were occupying him was also going through the others’ heads. “It is important to remember that whether Big or Little, you are still considered an equal citizen. There is no…” Frederick paused, apparently looking for the right words, “Wrong way to be. Being designated a Little shouldn’t be viewed as a failure or bad thing, the same way that being designated a Big isn’t a success. It is simply who you were meant to be…” Richard’s mouth twisted in a small wry smile. He looked around and saw some of the others having similar reactions to the last piece of information. Richard shook his head and stopped paying attention to the TV. Everyone wanted to avoid being designated as a Little like the plague. It was for good reason. Frederick Kline may have said that everyone was still considered “equal”, but it seemed very much like some were more equal than others. Littles were forcibly stripped of their adult responsibilities. They weren’t allowed jobs, or to live on their own. From the moment of their designation, they were no longer considered an adult. Richard had seen documentaries and government produced propaganda showing Littles and it made his skin crawl to think about it. Kept in a permanent state of babyhood for the rest of his life, with no chance at appealing the decision or getting a reprieve. It would surely feel like getting a life sentence in prison. Many of Richard’s friends had spent a lot of time over the previous few years trying to sus out how the system worked to make sure they were safe. The simple fact was that nobody knew exactly what factors were taking into account, what numbers were plugged into the algorithm, or anything else. There were just rumours and suggestions. Their teachers would always stress how important grades would be to your designation, commercials for local sport would talk about how important those activities were to have on record. It felt like as long as Richard could remember he had been hearing people tell him how to get designated as a Big. “Strange…” Richard muttered to himself as he looked up at the ceiling, “How being Little is apparently fine and yet everyone is trying to tell you how to avoid it…” “Richard Divey.” The voice made Richard jump as he quickly stood up. Standing at the door with a clipboard was a young woman who seemed to be only a year or two older than Richard. As he approached, he saw that she had a nametag that said her name was Zoe. She gave him a professional smile and held the door open for him to step through. “Third door on the left, Richard.” Zoe said. --- If you liked this update and want to see the next update RIGHT NOW you can do so here: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mozb40hx8a1381/chapter/mpjlffindc0b642 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2506320

Emma has to make a trip to one of the school nurses, then it's off to the canteen with her friends after having to fend off some unwanted interest. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “I’ll see you in the cafeteria.” I said. “Where are you going?” Zoe replied. “I have to, erm, see the nurse.” I was reluctant to revel the reason why though I had no doubt Zoe could divine it. “Ah, understood.” Zoe gave me a wink as she turned around and started walking away. In a day filled with things I hated to do this was pretty high up the list. The nurse’s office was its own little building outside the rear of the main school near the reception. I went through the door just before the reception desk and immediately cursed under my breath. The queue to see the nurse was already very long, it looked like I’d have to spend half my lunch in line behind all the other girls who had beat me there. It was usually better to try and get to the nurse outside of breaks between classes for that exact react. It wasn’t like I had a choice in the matter though. I needed a change, and this was the only place to get one. As I joined the end of the line I stumbled and almost ended up falling into the girl in front of me. I could’ve blamed the swollen mass of padding between my legs but, in truth, I think it was my lack of coordination making itself known. I’d had more than a few people suggest I should be crawling around for my own safety, most of them weren’t joking. My diaper was soaked but some of the girls were in a worse situation than that. The smell outside the nurse’s room was always miserable. We were outside but the fresh air was no match for a dozen messy young women. I waited impatiently until it was finally my time to go inside. The four nurses looked rushed off their feet. Each was in front of a changing table, three of them were currently occupied but the fourth was waving me over. I didn’t really have a favourite nurse, but Nurse Loondis was the one I was most familiar with. He was male, of course, there were very few women working in the medical field. “Hello, Emma. One or two?” The nurse said as I waddled over. “Just one.” I mumbled. I didn’t really appreciate my diaper’s condition being broadcasted to everyone else in the room. “Hop on up.” Nurse Loondis said. The only thing separating me from the other girls being changed was a thin sheet acting as a wall. People tended not to think too much about the modesty of girls since we are changed by so many people. It’s sometimes assumed we didn’t have modesty at all but, for me at least, I would’ve loved not to flash myself to anyone who happened to look in my direction. My diaper was soon exposed but before Nurse Loondis started changing me, I threw my hands down to cover the front of the padding. He sighed and looked at me doubtfully. “We’re very busy.” Nurse Loondis said, “We don’t really have time to do this.” “Please.” I said. I gave the nurse my best puppy dog eyes. Being seen as a pathetic girl could have its benefits sometimes. “Fine.” Nurse Loondis said, “But you’ll have to be quick.” That was as good as I was going to get. With the nurse supervising me I started pulling at the tapes on the diaper. My pacifier fell out of my mouth as I concentrated but even then my fingers had trouble pinching the tabs. After several attempts I managed to get it right and the wet diaper flopped down between my legs. “Are you sure you can do this?” Nurse Loondis asked. “Yes!” I replied impatiently. The nurse remained doubtful as he handed me some baby wipes. I ended up accidentally dropping them into the wet diaper before using them. He tried to hand me some more of the wipes, but I didn’t close my hand in time, and they fell to the floor. “Alright, we don’t have time for this.” Nurse Loondis said with a sigh. “I can do it!” I complained loudly. “You can try again another day, OK?” Nurse Loondis gave me a patronising smile. I laid flat against the table and pouted. I was endlessly frustrated at myself. It didn’t seem to matter how much I wanted to grow up my body just wouldn’t let me. It was like I was trapped in the body of a baby still. I had so little time left to show that I was mature and able to look after myself before it would be too late. With Nurse Loondis back in control the diaper change was relatively swift. He must’ve done thousands of them on girls like me over the years. He wiped me clean and slipped a fresh diaper underneath me. “So, any plans for the Prom?” Nurse Loondis asked casually as he rearranged the diaper underneath me. “I’m not going.” I replied simply. “Really?” Nurse Loondis pulled the front of the diaper up over my private parts, “A pretty girl like you must get the attention of all the boys.” I stared daggers at the nurse. The truth was I had been asked to the Prom, by seemingly half the boys in the graduating year, and a few in the lower ones too. I had turned them all down. All around me girls were falling over themselves trying to get a good man to take them to the dance, to make them a married woman. I couldn’t be less interested in that. I wasn’t looking to find some guy to look after me, I wanted to look after myself! I remained silent for the rest of the change and was glad to pick up my bag and leave when it was done. As I left the row of offices, I heard the nurse calling in the next girl who hurried in as if she was worried she might leak. I stepped through the door and immediately tripped over my own feet. I tumbled down the three steps leading to the ground and landed face down and spread-eagled. “God damn it.” I muttered to myself as tears filled my eyes. The problem I had was that my coordination seemed to be even worse than most girls my age. It seemed a cruel irony that I was so desperate to grow up and yet was the least developed in the one metric that mattered. I got back to my feet and dusted myself down. I hurried away from the scene of my accident as if gaining separation from it could make it as if it never happened. I wiped my eyes from the tears that kept traitorously trying to fall. “Emma, right?” A boy I only vaguely recognised stopped me as I was rushing past. “What?” I replied. I tried to sound as belligerent and unappealing as possible. I had a feeling I knew what was coming. “You look very pretty.” The boy continued, “Do you want to go to the Prom with me?” I felt disgust. Not because the young man in front of me was unattractive, though he definitely was, but because as he said those words I saw a vision of my future that made me shudder. Going to the Prom with this guy I’d never spoken to before, going to the hotel room afterwards, before long I’d be wed and at home popping out babies for him. It was my idea of hell. “No thanks.” I said simply as I turned away and continued on my journey. The guy, whose name I still didn’t know despite his proposal, showed me how special I was by asking the same question to the next girl behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see this other girl smiling and almost acting too keen. It was difficult to tell if her enthusiasm was genuine or simply feigned to supplicate the man in front of her, something her whole life had trained her to do. I carried on to the cafeteria and quickly saw my friends at our usual table. My circle of friends was very small, pretty much just the girls I was sitting with in class. I struggled to get on with my peers as I felt like I had nothing in common with them. Whilst I struggled to develop and learn, they seemed content with the lives planned out for them from birth. It was fine, if that’s what they really wanted, but I couldn’t help but look down my nose at them. The two friends I had were people I had known for almost as long as I could remember. Zoe, Nicole, and I had met when we had just started school and we’d stuck together ever since. I liked them, but even with my two best friends I felt… different. “So, Liam, tell me about that… thing.” Zoe said with a big toothy smile as she leaned forwards, elbows on the table and hands cupping her chin. “Huh?” Liam grunted. “The thing? The one you were talking about?” Zoe prompted, “The sport thing?” “Oh, baseball?” Liam replied, “Yeah, I’m on the team.” “Wow, how interesting.” Zoe replied. I rolled my eyes as I walked around the end of the table and sat down next to Zoe. As I got my lunch out of my bag, I saw Liam adjusting in his seat across the table to look more towards me. Whilst he had been mostly checked out before his increased interest towards me was obvious to all. Except maybe Zoe. “Hello, Emma.” Liam said brightly, “How are you?” “Same as always.” I replied with disinterest. It was my hope that showing that I clearly wasn’t interested in him would stop Liam from continuing. There wasn’t much chance of that though, guys weren’t used to girls thinking for themselves after all. Anything other than subservient interest and obedience was pretty alien to them. “That’s good. I’m pretty good too.” Liam fumbled in his bag and lifted up a small trophy, “I was just telling, erm…” “Zoe.” Zoe reminded him after a few seconds. “Right, I was just telling Zoe I just won the “Most Improved” award on the baseball team.” Liam placed the trophy on the table and smirked confidently. I think he was expecting me to fawn over it as if he’d just placed a large diamond in front of me. “So, you were crap, and now you’re a little less crap?” I asked. I smiled blithely as if I wasn’t aware of my insult. Next to me, on the other side to Zoe, Nicole snorted with laughter. She clearly understood what I was going for. I almost felt bad for Liam who let a short laugh of fake good humour as he sheepishly put his award away. The problem was, of all the men at school, he had asked me out the most. He clearly had a crush on me, but the feeling wasn’t mutual. He was good looking for sure, he was very sporty which gave him a great physique, but I wasn’t interested. Zoe was though, no matter how little attention he gave her. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mobgtuaba5be79/chapter/mpf36eqb8eb27c4 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2499632

Richard is a young man in a world where, at eighteen, everyone is designated as either a Big or Little. It's a big fork in the road and Richard has always downplayed the idea of "preparing" for it. As soon as it walks into the Designation Office he finds himself regretting his lack of preparation. Once he is designated, he has a lot to learn about his new life. --- I am only able to write as much as I do thanks to the generosity and support of my subscribers. Writing is my only source of income and it is because of these people that I am able to do that. It allows me to keep the lights on and puts food in my fridge. My subscribers get early access to all my stories, and access to around 30 EXCLUSIVE stories that are only available for my subscribers along with other benefits. If you are interested in supporting me and getting these benefits please consider checking out one of my subscriber pages. Thank you ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- The Designation By Elfy “Good luck, son.” Dad said. “You know we’ll love you regardless of what happens.” Mom added as she leaned down from the passenger seat to see Richard out of the car window. Richard looked back at the car and raised a hand to wave and then turned to face the Designation Office. He was far from the only one, there were a lot of people walking in and whilst most were walked out again, some were wheeled instead, in large strollers with varying expressions on their faces but usually ranging from complete shock to horror. “I’ll see you in a bit.” Richard said as he casually walked away from the car. They had driven into the city for this. Arriving at the one Designation Office in their region, one of many families coming for the mandatory classification of a loved one, it was a day few looked forward to even if few had reasons to dread it. Richard, newly eighteen-years-old as of a week previously, hadn’t really felt any particular anxiety about what was to come. He was confident that he would get the result he wanted to hear. He may not have been the most diligent student and sometimes he had made mistakes but, if nothing else, he knew the odds were in his favour. Many more people received good news rather than bad. That was what Richard’s sister had repeatedly reassured him anyway. That more people came out happy than not. Kate had spent a lot of her teen years exasperating her parents by going to the many protests against Designation. It was something she felt passionate about, to the point of nearly getting herself in serious trouble a few times. She was fifteen years old, three years younger than Richard, but she was much more switched on to what was happening politically. She’d been annoying Richard when he was trying to relax and watch TV, constantly showing him pamphlets and reading off tips she’d found online for passing the Designation. It didn’t matter how many times Richard told her he would be fine, she just looked at him with concern and tried again to reach him. The large concrete building was imposing. It looked like City Hall with steps leading up to giant columns and big oak doors guarded on either side by armed men. They looked bored as they watched the people going in and out, everyone knew the trouble was far less likely to come from those entering the building compared to those leaving. To say some were disappointed with what they were told inside would be an understatement. For the first time, Richard started to feel some butterflies in his stomach as he walked up the steps. The main lobby was humming with attention. On the far side of the hall was a desk with a couple of young women standing behind it, pointing people to the places they needed to go. Richard joined one of the queues and tried to look as unbothered as possible. He looked up at a poster on the wall that showed a cartoon image of a baby along with the caption “Every Little Helps” and then some text about the benefits of Designation. “Here alone?” A man asked from the queue next to him. “My parents are outside.” Richard replied to the stranger. He looked away, hoping to dissuade further conversation. “Good idea.” The man replied, “If things go wrong, they can…” “Nothing is going wrong.” Richard said firmly. The man smiled and nodded his head a few times before striking up a conversation with someone else in the queue behind Richard. As he waited, the queue long and not moving particularly quickly, a middle-aged woman walked up and down the lines handing out leaflets. “Thanks.” Richard said as he took one. “Good luck.” The woman replied with a motherly smile. Richard turned the leaflet over and looked at the front cover. The title made his stomach flip over. “Designation Little” and underneath was the text “What happens next?” There was a photo on the front of a man not to dissimilar to himself who was smiling and waving for the camera, a pacifier in his mouth and his crotch bulging with the clear outline of a diaper. Richard didn’t open the leaflet. He folded it up and put it in his pocket, not wanting to see it any longer. “Next!” One of the women behind the desk shouted. Everyone in Richard’s queue took a step forwards. There was an uneasy tension in the air that Richard didn’t like. He knew some of his friends had been worried about their own trips to the Designation Office, but the ones who had gone said it was easy, and they’d all been assigned Big. Richard had never been one to pay much attention to teachers, his natural intelligence was enough to just about give him passing grades, and, in particular, he didn’t listen when they talked about Designation Day. He wished he had paid a little more attention now, if only so he knew what was coming. There was a lot of noise and confusion in the large lobby. Richard turned this way and that as people hurried through different doors. Whilst the new adults that were there to get designated were the main source of people, they were far from the only ones. There were a lot of other services that the Designation Office took care of, though Richard couldn’t remember all of them, mostly he just remembered the adult adoptions. In particular, he remembered a conversation between two of his friends, Troy, the captain of the football team that Richard sometimes played on, and Charlie. “Would you rather go back home afterwards…” Charlie had asked when the three of them were hanging out one day, “Or go for adoption?” “Home.” Troy had replied after a few seconds of thought. “Really?” Charlie had seemed surprised, “I’m not sure I’d be able to face my family again.” “They’d take better care of you than some random people, right?” Troy said with a shrug, “What do you think, Richard?” “I think it’s a waste of time thinking about it.” Richard had replied, “It’s, what, two percent of people that get designated Little? I don’t see the point in worrying about things that won’t happen.” “You’re not worried that you…” Troy had started. “Nope.” Richard cut him off, “Not at all. And you shouldn’t be either.” Richard had remembered Charlie and Troy looking at each other before the conversation moved on to other topics. Charlie had been to the Designation Office a fortnight before Richard, he’d been assigned Big quite quickly apparently. They didn’t even bother with the test, just looked at his history and gave him the green stamp. Troy wasn’t due for his own trip to the Office for another month. As long as you set your Designation Day no later than a month after your eighteenth birthday there generally wasn’t any problems. Despite him saying he was confident, Richard had booked himself in on the last possible day, putting it off for as long as he possibly could. The queue was moving incredibly slowly. Richard shuffled back and forth on the spot and looked around at the other people in with him. There was an interesting mix between the confident and the anxious, it seemed to have a lot to do with body size. The taller and stronger people seemed, in most cases to be more confident. Richard had heard the rumours that being big and strong could make you more likely to receive the Big designation, but as far as he was aware, that was just an urban myth. The process took into account a lot of factors, most of which were already decided before you set foot in the building. The exact process and calculation was a closely guarded secret though, people could only guess what they took into account. “Next!” The queue moved forwards again. Richard looked at his phone. After half an hour he was finally nearing the front, he would be the next person to step forwards. He watched the person currently at the table, it was the young man who had tried to speak to him earlier. After giving his name, the person behind the desk started to type some things into the computer. Richard noted that the young man’s foot was rather rapidly tapping on the ground. “Good news.” The woman behind the computer said, “We’ve collated all the usual background data, and I can confirm your designation as Big.” “R-Really?” The young man asked. He seemed shocked, but in a good way, “Just like that?” “Congratulations.” The woman said with a professional smile, “Your grades along with extra-curricular activities put you past the threshold, there will be no need for anything more from you today.” “Oh, wow.” The young man let out a deep breath of relief. “If you want to take a seat over there.” The woman pointed at a seating area to the side of the room, “We’ll get the certificate and card printed out for you. Someone should come out and see you in about five minutes.” “OK, great.” The man had a skip in his step as he turned away, “Oh, thank you!” The woman smiled at him. As the young man started towards the seating area, he turned and looked back at the queues he had just left. He caught Richard’s eyes and gave a big smile and double thumbs up. Richard smiled and nodded back. “Good luck!” The man mouthed and he showed he had his fingers crossed. Richard repeated the gesture as the man turned and walked away. It was starting to get irritating that everyone was wishing him luck. That random guy didn’t seem all that special, certainly no different to himself, if he was waved straight through into the Big category without any other problems then surely Richard would as well. He must’ve been starting on a good footing at least --- If you liked this update and want to see the next update RIGHT NOW you can do so here: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mozb40hx8a1381/chapter/mp980rxw2bcddc1 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2494988

Normally, at Emma's age, girls aren't quite as uncoordinated as she is. She is very much behind most of her peers.

We find out what school life is like for Emma and her friends. When there is an unexpected intrusion, Emma finds herself in a difficult situation. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- I walked over to my usual table and sat down. Straight away I folded my arms across my chest to let everyone know I was in a bad mood. My friends sitting at the table, Zoe and Nicole, knew me well enough to not try to say anything to me as I waited for the teacher to start. I felt the recently wet diaper press against me and felt my mood turn even sourer. I had begged and begged my parents to allow me to at least try to potty train, but they had outright refused. Nothing would show the school authorities that I could be moved into classes with the boys like learning to use the toilet, my parents knew that, and I assumed that was one of the reasons they were so against it. Whenever I tried to train myself, my parents would give me “medicine” to make sure I failed. I soon learned not to try unless I wanted to be humiliated or left in diapers long past the point that they needed changing. “Good morning, girls.” Mr. Smith walked in. Despite his greeting he was looking kind of dour which wasn’t unusual for him, “Before we begin is there anyone who needs to visit the nurse?” A couple of hands went up and those girls were dismissed. What the teacher was really asking us was whether any of us needed our diaper changed. Usually, we were checked rather than asked but clearly Mr. Smith was letting laziness win out. The lessons never stopped when girls were absent with the nurse. If the lessons were paused every time it happened, we’d never get anything done. Not that anything we were taught in that classroom was anything I actually wanted to learn. “Right, well, this morning we will be picking up where we left off last week.” Mr. Smith said as he unlocked a cupboard and started picking up some small boxes. I groaned. There were few things I actually enjoyed doing in school, but what was coming was the worst. A box was placed in front of me, and I opened it up to reveal a needle, some thread and various pieces of cloth. Sewing was one of those vital skills all girls had to learn. The sciences were ignored, our maths was extremely basic, but sewing was very important. I didn’t even try to hide my disgust as everyone started opening the boxes the teacher handed out. Mr. Smith stopped when he saw the sour look on my face. “Come on, Emma, a pretty girl like you should be smiling.” Mr. Smith said, “This will really help when you have children.” I glared at Mr. Smith. I wasn’t too quiet about how much I hated my position, so it was hard to tell if the teacher was intentionally trying to wind me up. I knew if I spoke up it would mean punishment but holding my tongue wasn’t easy. I knew for a fact Mr. Smith didn’t like teaching us. No one wanted to be teacher that was “relegated” to teaching the girls. No one wanted to use all their educational qualifications to just teach the basics to a bunch of people they regarded as not needing to know more. The resentment caused Mr. Smith to see us as a burden rather than an opportunity to teach, he saw himself as a babysitter more than a teacher. I knew all this because he wasn’t at all shy about telling us. Teaching girls was basically a dead-end career-wise. I looked down at my little collection of sewing equipment. Other girls were already getting started. Zoe, sitting next to me, had her tongue between her teeth as she tried to thread the needle. I noticed that on my other side Nicole was already sewing surprisingly well. “I hate doing this…” I grumbled. “We know.” Zoe said through her gritted teeth as she managed to get the thread through the small hole at last. “Pacifiers in, girls.” Mr. Smith called over. I sighed but picked up my pacifier and pushed it between my lips anyway. I hated doing as I was told but it was another unfair school rule that would get me in trouble if I didn’t follow it. I bit down on the bulb as I tried to join in the other girls and start sewing the cloth together. There was another reason I hated sewing and pretty much everything else I was forced to do. Loathe as I was to admit it, my coordination wasn’t just bad in general, it was pretty bad even for a girl. Whilst everyone in the class managed to thread their needles after a few minutes I continued to struggle. It was the simplest part of the whole process and as everyone moved on to the next stage I was still sitting there failing to get my fingers to cooperate. “Do you want me to help?” Nicole asked around the latex nipple filling her mouth. “No.” I muttered darkly. I glanced sideways to see that not only had she managed to get the thread through the small hole, but she’d already made half a dozen stitches. It was incredibly frustrating to be so sure I could get on in the boys’ classes whilst being held back by my body. After a couple more failed attempts to get the thread through the hole I threw it all down on the table in anger. “Is there a problem, Emma?” Mr. Smith’s voice came from directly behind me. I jumped and felt a squirt of urine shoot into my padding. “No…” I replied slowly. “Then keep trying.” Mr. Smith said, “You’ll never get to college if you give up like that.” Mr. Smith chuckled and rubbed the top of my head before walking off to another table. I hadn’t thought I could be any angrier but somehow the teacher had managed to spike my temper. He knew of my dreams and saw my failings. To treat it all like some sort of joke was galling. It made me want to get up and… “Calm down.” Zoe said to me without looking up from her own sewing. She’d managed to complete one haphazard looking stitch. I simmered in my seat as I took a few deep breaths. Zoe and Nicole knew me well enough to know that it didn’t take a lot to get my temper to spill over. I tried to concentrate on the sewing again. As much as I hated it there was no other way out. I needed to prove I had the coordination needed to be allowed into the classes with the boys. At eighteen-years-old I was fast running out of time and if I failed my life would be just like my mothers. I couldn’t think of a worse fate. I sucked on my pacifier as I tried to thread the needle again. My hands shook more and more the closer I got. It felt like I was going cross-eyed. I tried to push it through and missed by half an inch. I tried again and was closer. On the third try it finally went through. I broke into a big smile mostly hidden by the soother’s mouth guard. I belatedly realised that with all my concentration I had started sweating. It was a victory! “Finished.” Nicole said loudly as she raised her hand. I looked up and saw that she had very neatly sewed the two pieces of cloth together. I had to admit it looked very good, almost to the same level mom had when she sewed stuff at home. Suddenly me managing to complete step one of the process felt like nothing at all. I sighed as I picked up the cloth and started preparing the next step. “Teacher’s pet.” Zoe said with a playful grin at Nicole. I didn’t know how Zoe could be so calm about everything. Did she not realise what would happen if we remained in the stupid class until graduation? Did she care? It was true that I was a bit of an outlier, one of the few people not inherently alright with the status quo. Most of the girls were perfectly content to grow at their own pace and live a life home making. Nicole’s only response to Zoe was to stick her tongue at her. The two girls shared a laugh as Mr. Smith came over to inspect the work. He held up Nicole’s accomplishment and I watched enviously. “Wow, you really did a great job!” Mr. Smith said. He patted Nicole on the head, “You lined it up nicely and everything. As a special treat why don’t you go over to the corner and start play time early?” Nicole looked very pleased with herself as she stood up. She took a couple of steps towards the corner and then stopped. Her dress was extremely short so when the rear of her diaper started to bulge out a couple of seconds later, I knew exactly what was happening. As much as I felt bad for my friend, I couldn’t completely hide a small smirk as I thought “not so grown up after all…” “Erm, Sir, may I visit the nurse first?” Nicole asked a few seconds later. “Of course. I’ll write you a pass.” Mr. Smith replied as the pair headed over to the desk. I looked down at my sewing work once again but before I had a chance to place another sloppy stitch, I heard the door to the classroom open. I looked up and turned to the door and was shocked. It was a guy. It was a man I had never seen before. He was tall and had tanned skin, with brown hair that almost reached his shoulders. He had a backpack slung over his shoulder and was holding it with one hand whilst in the other he was scanning a piece of paper. He seemed confused. “Can I help you?” Mr. Smith asked as he looked up from the desk, he was writing the permission slip at. “I think I’m lost.” The new guy said. “Well, come in.” Mr. Smith said, “I’ll help you in a second. I doubt this is your classroom!” Mr. Smith chuckled as he signed the note and handed it to Nicole. She was blushing even harder as she hurried out of the room past this new boy. The guy walked inside and looked around; he was smiling but it didn’t seem like he was making fun of us. When I looked around, I saw that I was far from the only girl distracted by the new entrant into the room. I rolled my eyes and returned to my work. I felt weirdly protective of my classroom. I hated being there, but I found myself resenting a man coming in as well. Girls weren’t given much, but this was ours, I didn’t appreciate my territory being invaded by someone I saw as the enemy. As I tried to feed the needle through the cloth in my hands, I hoped he would find what he needed and leave as soon as possible. “He’s so hot!” Zoe whispered to me as she wantonly stared at the entrant. “Keep your panties on.” I replied dismissively, “Besides, I thought you wanted Liam to notice you.” Zoe gave me a sharp look before returning to ogle the stranger. I shook my head at her behaviour. I hated my situation, and nothing ground my gears like watching other girls playing their role to perfection. I was determined not to be just another pretty face for a guy to pick out as his trophy wife and domestic servant. Unfortunately, to escape that fate I really needed to get my coordination together and that wasn’t happening. “Ah, Jacob, yes?” Mr. Smith said as he checked the paper the new guy was carrying. I looked up again. If I resented this man, this “Jacob”, for coming into my domain then why did I keep looking up at him just like all the other girls here? I shook my head and tried to focus. The only way I was going to improve my station was if I could prove my coordination was acceptable. I had to concentrate. “Ah, yes, obviously this isn’t your room.” Mr. Smith said as he checked the schedule, “You’ve got the right room number but the wrong floor. You need to go up a level.” I heard Jacob laugh and like a magnet I was drawn to looking up at him again. I may have been determined not to be just another girl destined to pop out babies and look after a man, but I was still heterosexual, I could still appreciate a good-looking guy. Objectively speaking Jacob was a handsome looking person. There was nothing wrong with me noticing that even if I hated how he kept stealing my attention. My hands were still moving despite me not looking what I was doing. I had been annoyed at myself for being so easily distracted and now I was about to get my comeuppance. I could hardly sew properly when I was looking at the work, when I was looking elsewhere, I had no chance. The needle came up through the cloth in my hands and straight into my thumb. “Ah!” I immediately screamed like a little girl and dropped the cloth on to the table. Everyone turned my way as my bottom lip trembled. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry! I begged myself. I looked down at my thumb and saw a small drop of blood forming where I had inadvertently punctured myself. I was trying to keep a lid on my emotions, but it was as impossible for me to do as the sewing itself was. My eyes watered and when I tried to blink the tears away, they simply rolled down my face. My composure broke entirely, and I burst into tears. Loud humiliating crying punctured the air made worse by how I knew I was humiliating myself. I didn’t look up from my table, but I was sure Jacob must’ve thought I was just a stupid little girl like the rest of my classmates. Just like coordination, emotional control developed late for most girls, and it seemed I was behind the curve in that respect as well. “Alright, Jacob, if you can’t find your room feel free to come back for more help.” Mr. Smith said. Speaking louder to be heard over my wailing, “I have to deal with this.” I dared to glance up and saw that Jacob was indeed looking straight at me as he was handed back his schedule. I didn’t hear what he said to our teacher as he hurried out of the room. Mr. Smith came over to me, he seemed annoyed about the commotion I was making. I didn’t blame him. I was annoyed by it too. “It’s OK, Emma, it’s just a little pinprick.” Mr. Smith said condescendingly, “Come to my desk. I’ve got some band-aids.” I rose from my chair and followed the teacher. I looked over to the door which was closing. Was it the tears distorting my vision, or did I see Jacob peeking through the gap until the last possible moment? It must’ve been my eyes playing tricks on me, I couldn’t think of a reason anyone would want to be near me making all this noise. I knew that when any of the other girls cried like this it was all I could do to not run out of the room with my ears covered. A small pink band-aid was wrapped around my finger. It almost immediately started to calm my tears somewhat as I returned to my desk. I was red in the face, not just from the crying, but because of how I had lost control like I did. I wanted to prove I could be mature and should be given a chance in the proper classes before school ended but instead, I was managing to do the complete opposite. When I sat back down, I shuddered. My diaper had swollen up and the bottom felt very warm. At some point during my meltdown, I had apparently wet myself and not even noticed. I sighed and hung my head. This was turning into a hell of a day. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. 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