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I've been meaning to get back to it. The board crash and so many more stories being published (with increasingly varied interpretations of what a DD setting even is) kind of made it a task without clear goalposts. However I'm working on something right now which might call for re-doing the list of other stories once it's released.

Thanks guys.

It never really activated my kink since they weren't really people being regressed, which was always my interest. The only time it got close was when Angelica wanted to avoid adult responsibilities and went back to being a baby, diapers and all, which was just sort of the right kind of 'wrong' in that she was a mature character by relative standing.

Yep it's all very recent, but Abbey's POV isn't entirely sure of that.

Oh yep I can see how it could be read that way. It was just meant in a "The poor dear, it looks like she'll be stuck in diapers for awhile" sense, for the sake of Abbey.

Heya, thanks for the feedback all. Currently there's a big diaper dimension story which I keep re-writing to try to get to where I want (also with matching illustrations), though this was more of a one-off. That being said, there are a bunch of short interim chapters about various things happening in the diaper dimension like this one, sometimes following characters who the main character briefly met.

“Abbey honey! We’re going out. Time to put down your toys.” Abbey glanced down at the floor. Between her spread legs was her dolly and pink barbie car. Abbey blinked. A heavy hand fell on her shoulder. “Abbey. I won’t tell you again. We have a salon session, and then you need to see Dr Richards.” Abbey nodded, slowly. Of course, Dr Richards. She put down the toys, and began to stand up. Well, tried. That didn’t work very well. She had to push down on the floor with both hands, and stick her backside out behind her. The way it all crinkled and pressed at her should have been enough to know. But once she was up, Abbey had to lift the front of her pinafore dress. Sure enough, there it was. White and crinkly and bulging out in front of her, before curving down between her legs. She tried to lean forward to see where it went, and almost fell over. It was her diaper. Abbey stood there staring at it, then felt a swat on her bottom. “Put that dress down, you indecent girl.” Abbey blinked, stumbling forward. It was hard to walk in the diaper, and she almost fell, before realizing that she had to spread her leg out wide to compensate. She took two waddling steps before stopping herself. “Now come along.” She was meant to walk? Like this? She turned, and saw a giant hand awaiting her. She followed the arm up, then saw the enormous woman staring down at her. She must have been… three time’s Abbey’s size. Goodness. Since when had… who was… “Don’t keep Mommy waiting Little Miss. The naughty corner stool will be waiting when we get back otherwise.” Abbey blinked, and took the offered hand. A moment later, and she was waddling along at a pace, her eyes wide. But Mommy had her, and wasn’t going to let her fall. Mommy..? They stopped at the door, where Abbey had to lift one foot, and then the other, as her feet were helped into stubby little velcro shoes. Placing hands on Mommy’s shoulders didn’t do much to help when she still had the thickness of the diaper to contend with. She glanced up during the second shoe, and found herself looking down the neckline of Mommy’s dress. Enormous boobs hung there. Abbey gaped in confusion, until the visage lifted away and the woman towered above again. She let her hand be taken again, and they were off. --- The door to the salon chimed. A few people glanced over as Mommy and Abbey entered. Mommy was all smiles. Abbey blinked in clear confusion. She glanced over her shoulder again, as if she’d seen something outside which had surprised her, or perhaps many things. She was distracted until she found herself by the salon chair, missing whatever the grownups were saying. A moment later, two large fingers entered her diaper, declaring her wet. Abbey blinked. Wet? Her? But she- “Oh that’s fine. She can sit on the chair with a plastic cover.” Abbey was whisked from the ground by two strong hands. Mommy’s hands. She landed with a squelch on the plastic-covered chair. She was wet! She considered asking when that had happened. But no, she didn’t want to bring attention to it. Instead she frowned as a big smock was whisked in front of her, blocking her view. A moment later, it was tied behind her neck with velcro. The chair began to go up in short jolts, accompanied by the hisses of pump. She held on tight, bracing at the loud squishes which came from beneath her each time. Abbey glanced at the mirror for the first time, and blinked yet again. It was… her… Yes… Her hair was all in golden ringlets though, with pink little butterfly clips. Had she always had those freckles on her cheeks? “What will it be today?” “Nothing major. I just think she’ll do better a shade lighter. Look at those sweet little cheeks, and imagine them framed in strawberry blonde curls.“ Abbey stared at her reflection. Were her cheeks always that puffy? She opened her mouth to ask a question. Mommy seemed to be ready, and slipped a pacifier into her mouth. Abbey blinked. It was huge! Filling her mouth. She tried to say something, but instead ended up sucking the pacifier. She supposed that she could suck on it for now. When Mommy let her talk, it would probably be a better time. Though, she wasn’t entirely happy about it. Her hair was shampooed. Big hands guided her to lean back into a basin of water. Mommy and a new woman smiled down at her. They told her that it was just a rinse, to not be scared. Mommy waved a toy above her, and Abbey blinked at the colours and shapes. Did they expect that she… She was sat back up, to another squelch. A hairdryer began its loud booming, which drove out her other thoughts. Big hands tossed her hair around. Something was massaged over her scalp. Abbey was told not to touch it. Not like she had a choice, with the big smock covering her, she considered saying. But the pacifier was in her mouth. She would suck it for now. It was kind of nice, though definitely not the best. She noticed a dribble in her diaper, and frowned. That had happened on the walk over too, hadn’t it? When she’d seen… In the park… There’d been giants, and regular sized people… And so many people in diapers… Abbey had seen two people being changed beside each other, on the grass, by a giant man and woman. Their open diapers had had a hint of brown. Abbey made a face, and wriggled her backside. No way was she ever… “Oh don’t squirm you naughty thing.” Abbey winced, and stopped. “You be good Abbey.” It seemed like an eternity. Finally her hair was rinsed again. Then dried again. The smock was whisked away. Abbey faced the mirror, and got a look at what she was wearing. Goodness! The ribbon was almost tied under her armpits. The waistline was so high! It seemed to all be shifted up to end high enough to get a good view of her... She glanced down. Her diaper was clearly wet. It was all ballooned out under the pressure. Goodness, when had that happened? She’d kept going? The stylist noticed too, and poked the thick padding. Abbey wriggled, feeling it as a distant touch beneath the enormous bulge over her crotch. Yet it was still pointy, and wet, and reminded her of the state of her diaper… Her diaper… The stylist and Mommy exchanged some words. Abbey didn’t hear them, she was so baffled. A moment later and she was in a bathroom, on her back on a table. A strap went over her front, and Abbey had some idea of what might be happening. Oh no! Just like those people in the park! She tried to mumble around the pacifier. It was too late. Mommy was pulling the tapes on her diaper, loud enough that surely everybody out in the salon could hear. Oh they would all know! Abbey squeezed her eyes shut. She tried to make sense of things, but was pulled away from any coherent thoughts as the wet wipe touched her. It was so cold, and Mommy pushed so hard. It went on and on. Finally she felt powder sprinkling on her, then big fingers worked it in. A new fresh diaper came up between her legs. Abbey sighed in relief. Not that she’d choose diapers. She… what did she normally.. Oh! She lost that thought as Mommy sealed the final tape, giving a firm push on the centre of the diaper to make sure that it was all in place. Abbey blushed. They re-entered the salon. Abbey was in Mommy’s arms, and kept her gaze on the floor. They’d probably all heard the tape rips, and especially Mommy’s cooing comments. Big hands held her in front of a mirror. Abbey blinked as she saw the full effect. It was her, but… She looked so much like a- Mommy thanked the stylish, and paid at the counter. Abbey was put on the floor, her face red. The new diaper wasn’t as flexible as the old one, stiffer and dryer, though it at least wasn’t sopping wet and sliding against her. “Oh she loves it. Say thank you Abbey.” Abbey blinked, and glanced up. Mommy was pulling the pacifier from her mouth. It left with a loud pop. “Th-Thank you,” she squeaked, startled at her own voice. Was it always so high? They smiled at her. She caught a few other patrons smiling at her in the corners of her eyes. Abbey quickly turned her gaze back to the tiled floor. She had to look past the pinafore skirts, her big bulging diaper, and the little velcroed shoes. It might not have been better than seeing them smiling at her. They left the salon the way they’d come in. Abbey blinked against the sunlight. She didn’t see or hear much from her position. She was held firmly at Mommy’s side, and could sense that she was safe. Occasionally Mommy gave her a little tug to step over things. Abbey blushed, but was thankful. She couldn’t even imagine trying in her diapers. Unfortunately, people also got a good look at them during those large, vertical steps. Vertical was a big word, she supposed. They arrived at an office complex. A pretty woman showed to Dr Richards office. He was all smiles and handsome laughter lines. Abbey blushed, and buried her face in Mommy’s blouse at such thoughts. Dr Richards was a grownup! And Abbey… She… Wait... “How is she doing?” “Oh we’ve been just wonderful. She’s very happy with me. A few wet diapers though.” Dr Richards beamed. He typed some things into his computer, and brought up some files. Abbey was shown a special screen to watch while the grownups talked. She frowned, wanting to discuss this, but was soon distracted by the shapes and pretty cartoon characters. When she came to, she was getting another diaper change. She hoped she didn’t do that thing like those two being changed in the park. Mommy pulled up the diaper, and gave it another of those breathtaking pushes. Abbey had to say thank you. She was left laying there as Mommy discussed something with Dr Richards behind her. Abbey sucked on her thumb, squinting at him. He looked familiar, maybe more familiar from this angle. She had flashes, of being at a computer. Of typing a report. Discussing how she believed that people were being taken into another world, to be put into diapers and kept as adult babies. She hadn’t told anybody. Everybody at the intelligence agency would think that she was crazy. And would wonder why she was even thinking about adults in diapers in the first place. But Abbey was an agent! She- “Oh Abbey is in need of a tickle!” She squealed as Mommy started, rolling around. She gasped, trying to tell the woman to stop, that it was causing her to- The seat of her diaper unfortunately didn’t stay clean for long. With a silent rustle, which perhaps only Abbey heard, the back ballooned out. And oh, she’d just been changed… Mommy wasn’t even checking her right now… And Abbey sure as hell wasn’t going to bring it up and bring attention to it… But she was an agent! But she was also a baby. A true Mommy’s girl. She perhaps should have said something as Mommy raised her for a knee bounce, to discuss more things with Dr Richards. Abbey didn’t get a squeak out until well into the first bounce, and by then it was too late. Abbey glanced around desperately, looking for anything which might help her. All she saw were pictures of women and men like her on the walls. There was advertisements for diapers, rattles, toys, outfits, accompanied by a bunch of logos and colourful play writing. Abbey realized that she was in a pediatrician’s office, of sorts. Mommy kept bouncing on and on. She asked something about trying breastfeeding after this, and Abbey moaned, her eyes rolling back. She really wasn't an agent now… Even if she did remember a part of that, as well as her new life and identity… It didn’t matter if she had a boss to return a report to. The only boss which mattered was the one which had two huge boobs and was squishing and crinkling a diaper beneath her backside... The only report Abbey had to deliver was the one emerging out of her backside to fill the diaper further… Making sure that it was at least complete before they checked it...

One other perspective I'd offer to consider is - when writing stories in any other genre, do you worry about the questions about how it all goes decades away? For every teen romance etc, "And then they all got old and went to retirement homes." You perhaps don't need the most morbid questions focused on nor answered in the present, life has a thousand possibilities. Are those topics why you're writing? Why your audience is here? When a story is about pirates, or space battles, etc, do you need to know their retirement plans? Have fun with it, and leave the future open, is the approach I'd suggest. Stories focus on the things happening now which people care about, not the theoretically plausible morbid ends when you tear it apart too much. There are always infinite possibilities, especially when you're trying to write a fun kink story rather than a dour drama, in a setting specifically designed for it, to focus on a place where all kink stories are true and what happens within them. There can always be another turn down the road to give what you consider a true happy ending, there most of all.

Yeah, Yes Sierra definitely included some magic. Regarding the first topic, another angle to consider is that diaper stories don't often deal with these concepts, so they don't really come up for the inhabitants of that dimension either. Some other wackier solution might come into play to keep story consistency.

The difference between male and female authors writing the opposite sex is pretty strongly evident to me in non-fetish fiction. Just the difference between Raymond E Feist and Janny Wurts when doing Midkemia stories for example. Even in less overt examples, the opposite sex often just feels wrong when written by many authors. That being said, in kink fiction, it might not be so much of an issue, you're explicitly writing for sexual fantasy rather than letting it overcome your non-sexual story and causing that to seem ridiculous.

A lot of good replies in here which reflect my basic assumptions. Since the diaper dimension is a wacky place where all diaper stories are true, there's also infinite possibilities. People might end up getting physically regressed so often there, encountering magic, etc, that they never even get old. It could be an endless loop of people growing up and being diapered in this mad land of stories.

I've got a few projects crawling along and changing as they do, which makes it hard to give concrete details. For this one I was going to try something different with the rule of 'Show, Don't Tell' in mind, with no text and no description, and let people piece together the story themselves ;). We'll see how it goes though.

I just like to know that they're safely padded is all it is, for their own good.

#1 Just a WIP from a new series.

I hadn't realized it was missing sorry, will definitely repost soon ^_^. It's one I've tried to resume a few times but haven't made much progress on, it's possible that it'll get finished in a burst of inspiration eventually.

There's one I've done called Vacation Changes. Another which had a bit of that was Finding Jill, but it doesn't look like it survived the forum bug.

Reposting some old stories due to the great board crash of 2017. Author's Note - this is set in Princess Pottypants' Diaper Dimension Universe, based lightly on elements I introduced in my commercial story 'Field Research', including an isolated country of 'Littles', whose travellers are somewhat naive of the rest of the world. --- Part 1 "God Mom. I'm twenty, not two!" Lorraine couldn't help but smirk, but wasn't going to be deterred. "I think that the kid's juice box which the airline hostesses gave you suggests that everybody thinks otherwise," she retorted with a laugh, continuing her impromptu wiping of the corner of the twenty year old woman's mouth with a handkerchief. "And really, orange juice all over the side of your face? It's clear that you actually needed that sippy cup to drink from, goodness knows how you would have handled an actual cup on this plane." Rhiannon folded her arms and sunk back into her economy airline chair with a pout, hating how her mother was invading her personal space. There had seemingly been a little mix-up as they went overseas for the first time, with the airline crew for some reason seeming to think that she was a junior flyer, going by how they'd given her a juice box labelled as specifically for kids for her in-flight drink, and a set of colouring books on her seat which she'd quickly buried underneath. "There," her mother declared smugly, withdrawing her washcloth and smiling coldly at her daughter. "So much for you being soooo superior like you've been claiming lately, what with your, let me quote, being in the final year of a political science and journalism degree." Rhiannon rolled her eyes and turned away with a sigh, wondering how quickly she could ditch her mom once they arrived overseas. Travelling was a bit of a rarity for people where she was from, but her Mom had won two vacation tickets for family members only, and so off they'd gone, being the only family that each other had, even if they didn't much get along. Rhiannon had decided that she would endure it if it meant going to see the bigger mainland continental cities over the suburbia and small towns which she'd grown up in, but she would be ditching her mother as soon as possible to go do some overseas shopping, so long as the overbearing woman wasn't pushy about her being the perfect daughter once there... "Now when we get there-" Lorraine began, only to pause as an airline hostess appeared beside them. "Your drink miss," the blonde hostess declared, placing something down on the tray in front of Lorraine. There was a moment of silence, before Rhiannon glanced over, then couldn't help but obviously fail to stifle a laugh as she saw that a matching colourful sippy cup had been put down in front of the oh so mature snippy woman beside her. Even the cheerful packaging on the side was the same, clearly labelled as for "For Ages 2 - 7." Lorraine sat in silence staring at it, her face turning pink. "I, uh, think that there's been some kind of-" she began, then fell silent as the tall airline hostess raised a curious and somewhat warning brow. Being Littles, or 'Dwarves' as they were often derogatively known, was something that Rhiannon had never had cause to consider. After all, everybody was where she came from, it was just the norm. Yet now they sat in the gaze of a tall busty betweener woman, almost twice their height, and both gulped as she looked down at them with stern eyes, feeling almost like they were considered to be children to supervise rather than travellers to entertain. "Er, it's nothing..." Lorraine stammered awkwardly, quickly reaching out to take her junior drink with both hands. The blonde hostess waited a moment, ensuring that the guest actually brought the sippy cup to her lips, then nodded and left. Rhiannon smirked and sunk back into her seat, staring ahead with a smug smile and thinking that this trip might not be so bad after all if it put her snooty mother in her place. Why, once they got to the continental mainland, there'd even be actual amazon giantesses, even taller than the betweener hostesses. In truth, the thought made her just a little woozy, since the larger people had always only been a far off consideration in distant lands, yet as they approached their destination on the map screen in front of them, Rhiannon felt a nervous pang and wondered why her ancestors had felt the need to separate themselves from the larger folk in the first place. Oh it wouldn't matter, there would still be many areas of the country where people her size still congregated, if it got too overwhelming, not all 'dwarves' had left the mainland after all, and she'd just stick to where they went. But it would still be a challenge to adjust at first, no doubt about it, considering that the amazons were, what, three times her size? Or more? She wondered at that, it already felt weird sitting in a betweener sized chair with her legs dangling off the end, leaving her feeling more like a young child sitting in an adult seat than somebody starting a mature and amazing holiday. They didn't actually have any dwarf sized chairs on their plane, and so had given straps designed for betweener kids and sat the two dwarves near the back, on a rather empty morning flight. At least her mother was no better off either, so any weirdness caused by encountering potential amazon sized furniture would be shared for her as well, and by the time they got back home, her mother's snooty attitude might have even been mollified a bit, or so Rhiannon could only hope. There was a small grunt of annoyance beside her, and Rhiannon glanced over to see that her mother had suffered the same fate she had when the pressure seal inside of the juicebox popped and came to match the cabin pressure, resulting in orange juice trickling down the fuming woman's cheek. "Do you need some help with that?" the twenty year old asked with quick dripping sarcasm and irony, snatching up the cloth and lifting it to her mother's face, only to have her hand slapped away a moment later - hard too. "Owe!" she squealed, dropping the cloth in shock, thinking that it had been far from a playful slap, more like something which might actually bruise, and she glanced up to lock furious matching glares with her mother. "You can't do that!" she hissed, reaching across and tugging at her mother's expensive jacket in a moment of unplanned raw violence. "I could sue you for assault!" "You little brat!" her mother hissed back, pushing her daughter back but finding that her hands were clawed well into her jacket, before grabbing Rhiannon's own loose tank top in a silent retaliating struggle. "I could have you struck off from the family fortune, I could-" "Is there a problem here?" a cold woman's voice asked suddenly, and both Littles went immediately still. Their hands still gripped onto each other's tops, they looked up sheepishly to find a cross-looking flight attendant hovering over them. "I was just-" "She was just-" "Let go of each other, right now." the hostess snapped, before reaching down to undo Lorraine's buckles. "You two will be sitting apart for the rest of the flight. I will not have two unattended Littles going out of control, only proving that your kind shouldn't be allowed to travel on flights like this." Rhiannon found herself rather baffled by the large woman's statements, but was pleased as she saw her speechless mother forcibly helped down from the seat, then across the aisle into the empty middle row beside them, where the tall woman began buckling the Little back up and even forced the sippy cup back into her hands. A moment later, the hostess was crouching down beside the seat, asking questions in murmured tones. She seemed to want to know where they were staying, apparently intending to check in ahead of them and ensure that the hotel knew what they were dealing with, much to Lorraine's embarrassment, even as she seemed to finally relent. Rhiannon smirked, and popped her earphones back in, glad that her mother was suffering this humiliation. It had been her who had started the fight after all, and she could suffer the embarrassment of having the hotel called ahead of them and warned that two rowdy tourists were approaching. It wasn't like the hotel accommodation was in Rhiannon's name anyway. Turning up her music, closing her eyes, and leaning back in the seat, she was content that this holiday might just have some positive outcomes after all. --- "We've landed," a voice said, and Rhiannon groaned, realising that a hand was shaking her, as she groggily opened her eyes. A moment later, she stifled a small squeak at the sight of a large betweener hostess leaning over her, before quickly silencing herself. It had only been a few hours since she'd met a person of that size for the first time, and waking to the sight of the tall blonde was something which she still wasn't used to. "Wher-" she began, yawning and taking the ear phones from her ears. "We're here," the attendant repeated, sounding a little stern. "So make sure you have all your things and don't leave a mess. I know how you Littles can be when flying." Rhiannon nodded slowly, then blinked the sleep out of her eyes and glanced about, seeing the backpack she'd brought with her, and the colouring books provided by the airline which she'd kicked under her seat when they'd boarded. Unbuckling herself from the awkward harness, she grabbed her own possessions and quickly rushed out into the aisle, seeing her mother waiting, though thankfully seeming a little preoccupied and unconcerned about their little spat earlier. "Come on, we have to catch the shuttle bus before it leaves the airport," Lorraine ushered. "Maybe if you spent less time with that music in your ears-" "I could spend more time listening to your bitching," Rhiannon snapped, hoisting her backpack over her shoulder. "Young lady..." her mother began in a warning tone. "Oh stop" Rhiannon interjected with a laugh, "I saw how that betweener woman talked you down before. You think I'm scared of you here? You can't even dare do anything, you know they'll lecture you or whatever." Lorraine's eyes narrowed, and she folded her arms. "I can do plenty. Do you want me to disown you and leave you for adoption here? Because I can." "Oh please," Rhiannon replied, rolling her eyes and edging past her mother. "I'm twenty. I can't be put into the foster system." With that she stormed off the plane in renewed annoyance, guessing that her mother was following not far behind. Their state of warfare had been present ever since she'd entered junior high school, but had seemed at least a little bit better the past few years while she was at college. Now the trip had only caused it to explode, and Rhiannon suspected that she might truly need to arrange her own flight home, nervously worrying that her mother might just live up to that part of the threat. Still, the country wouldn't just keep her around if her mother bailed on her with the tickets, they'd deport her back home wouldn't they? After all, where else would a Little like her live? Deep in her concerned thoughts, she glanced up at the bottom of the boarding ramp only to realise that she was facing an absolute sea of giant legs in the airport causeway. Amazons and Betweeners were everywhere, and she squeaked in shock as she realised that she would be knee-height at best on most of them. Suddenly panicking, she stumbled back and found herself at the end of the boarding ramp, glancing behind to see her mother stomping down, looking furious, less close than Rhiannon had imagined. "Dammit, we can't get through this," Lorraine growled as she approached, seeming to be distracted from her feud with her adult daughter companion now. "Let's edge around by the wall, and get to the shuttle bus that way, and-" "Are you two sweeties lost?" a chirpy voice asked, and both women jumped as they looked up at a giantess beaming down at them, a young woman - maybe even a teen - leaning forward with her hands clasped between her bare thighs below tiny shorts. "Er, no, we-" Lorraine began in a fluster. It was the first time that either of the Littles had even met an Amazon Giantess, and the rather diminutive and immature view which she seemed to have of them was a little disconcerting. "Did I hear that you need to get to the shuttle bus?" the chirpy giantess asked, "Because I can take you there. I saw you both looking so worried, there's so many big people here isn't there! Why don't you both take one of my hands and I'll lead you through the crowd?" It was Rhiannon's turn to fidget uncomfortably at the suggestion, as she began shifting to her other foot while trying to look like she was considering and rejecting the offer. "Oh, well... No, we..." Rhiannon began, "Well we can probably find-" "Oh don't be fussy," the tall teen smirked, holding out a hand, "Here, each of you take one of my hands, and try not to make any drama here in the middle of the airport." Each of the Littles balked, glancing nervously at the hand in front of them, before mother and daughter each reached out to take one with nervous reluctance. "There!" the blonde said with a beaming smile, straightening back up. "Being pleasant wasn't so bad, was it! Now do we need to pick up any luggage?" "It's, uh, getting delivered," Lorraine said in a quiet confused murmur, shifting from foot to foot. "Alright then!" the amazon teen beamed, "Now off we go. Hold onto my hands tightly dears!" And with that they were off, a little terrified as they tried to keep pace while being rushed through a sea of giant legs. Rhiannon found herself repeatedly pulling closer to the teen's bare legs, like some sort of protector, feeling more like a lost child visiting some adult centre than the stylish tourist that she had expected. If she wasn't entirely pissed off at her mother, she suspected that she could glance over and see the same reaction there. "Here we are! Right through the crowd!" the amazon beamed, bringing them out of the throng of airport activity, and towards the sliding doors out of the building. Rhiannon was feeling increasingly apprehensive. She was about to arrive in another country for real, and it was feeling far more off-putting than she had ever imagined. "Now there's the shuttle bus," the teen remarked with a little playful urgency, "Hurry now! It looks like they've got nobody else queued up." Moaning a little, the two dwarves increased their pace, trying to keep up with the longer legged beauty, struggling to not look idiotic as they did so. For her it was just a quick stride, but for them it was an awkward jogging run under the weight of their carried luggage. "Hold the bus!" the amazon called, rushing them to the door of the white van, where a driver turned down to look at them with a slight bit of surprise on his face, as if there'd been no danger of leaving just yet. "You have two more little passengers, direct from overseas." "Oh," the man began, reaching up to stroke at his large moustache while the two Littles stood nervously at the door still holding the teen's hands. "Well we don't have any seats for people their size, this is generally an amazon or betweener sized bus, and-" "What about booster seats?" the teen amazon asked with wide-eyed innocence, trying to be helpful. "They're both so lost and confused, they'll definitely need some help to get to their destination." The driver seemed to think for a moment, then nodded. "Come on, we have some in the top storage up the back." Both Littles balked in confusion at the suggestion, beginning to increase their minor squirming. "Now-" began Lorraine, "I don't- "Excellent!" the teen overruled, and began marching the tourists up into the van, easily hoisting them up stair by stair with small helpful tugs. Clambering in after the giantess, feeling a little overwhelmed, the two tourists quickly scurried down the aisle in the grip of the strong giantess, getting a few curious glances from larger people on the bus, but otherwise being ignored as nothing unusual or special. "Here we go," the driver stated, pulling down two brown booster seats with black leg straps dangling from them. "So long as they sit in these it should pass any standard safety requirements, the specification is by size and not age after all. "Here, let me help you," the giantess was saying, and suddenly Rhiannon found herself being lifted by two large hands, before being sat in a seat. It was all a bit baffling, as buckles were brought up between her legs, being handled like she was some sort of child. She blushed terribly and looked away as the woman casually and disinterestedly worked the buckle into place over Rhiannon's crotch with her exploring fingers, before finally pulling the whole contraption tight. A moment later her mother was being sat beside her and given the same treatment. Unfortunately for Lorraine, she'd worn a smart dress skirt today, and the larger folk gave no heed to her modesty as the strap yanked up her hemline and exposed her black panties, securing the buckle tightly against her crotch all the same to ensure her safety. The pair were too baffled to give anything more than a few quiet squeaks and gasps of disbelief at the sudden unexpected juvenile treatment, and a moment later they were off, sitting in the back of the white van with straps riding up tightly between their legs, racing out onto the freeway. Neither said a word, simply looking about with dumb wide eyes at the dazzling new scenery going past, thinking very little in their overwhelmed and embarrassed state. Visiting a foreign country was always going to be weird, it came with its share of difficulties, but things had quickly surpassed their more cynical expectations. Finally they pulled in front of the resort hotel which the driver had somehow teased out of Lorraine before they'd left, and, relieved, the two Littles found themselves being unstrapped and helped down the van's stairs. "Now, can you two check in from here?" the driver asked in obvious concern, "Or maybe I should come in with you and make sure..." "No, no, we're fine," Lorraine insisted in a mild fluster, straightening out her jacket and still a bit stunned after her mode of travel for the past half hour, flashing her panties right down the length of the shuttle bus aisle. The plane seats had been bad enough, but the booster seats and crotch straps had left her a bit dazed. "Well, you better be," the large driver huffed, sounding a bit concerned, but finally twiddled his moustache and strode back up into the van again. Sitting heavily, he seemed to be waiting patiently to see if they actually moved to go inside. "This place is... different than I expected..." Lorraine grumbled, grabbing at the wheeled suitcase she'd brought with her, and turning towards the hotel. "Let's just go in and get settled, we can sort out how the hell dwarves get by here later." In a rare moment of agreement, more out of pragmatic utility than anything else, Rhiannon nodded silently and joined her mother in going towards the building's entrance. Unfortunately they came to their next problem as they stood before several giant glass doors with no way of reaching the handles. "Shit..." Rhiannon groaned silently, glancing back and seeing that the express shuttle bus had at least gone. Their problems were answered however, as a moment later the door swung open and an enormous middle aged giantess began walking out. Rhiannon almost felt a need to dive for cover, except for that the giantess glanced down out of cautious habit and scowled at the two dwarf women at her knees. "Stay out of the way of grownups you little ones," she scolded, edging to the side of Lorraine and towards Rhiannon. "I was here first!" Lorraine spat back angrily, surprisingly standing her ground against the local several times her size. Raw impertinence had never been a trait that her mother lacked, Rhiannon thought with a snort. "Excuse me?!" the amazon giantess replied in an apparent outrage, but was quickly sidestepped by Lorraine who had seen the opportunity to get inside, probably not even hearing the woman. Rhiannon saw the opening and quickly followed her mother's lead, rushing around the other side of the giant woman's dress for the doorway. She almost ran straight into an amazon-sized toddler however, who was standing quietly behind the amazon in a well secured safety harness and leash, about as big as Rhiannon herself, the visiting Little realised with an instant blush. She edged around the pacified and frilly-dress-wearing toddler with an embarrassed mumbled sorry, moving forward with eyes cast at the ground, and caught the closing doorway at the last moment. Something strange ticked in her mind then, and she glanced back to get another look at the toddler. From her current angle however she could only make out the rear of the two, staring in momentary awe at the intricate blue and white teddy bear harness straps running around the toddler's back, up between her legs, lifting her dress slightly, and revealing... Oh my, how embarrassing, to still be in diapers at that age. Rhiannon smirked, though had to admit that the situation actually looked rather... cute. Curious, she stared after them for a moment, seeing the scowling giantess walk up to one of the staff standing outside the hotel, the toddler waddling awkwardly along after her on the leash harness. The giantess began gesturing back towards the doorway, and at the dwarves who had just gone inside... Seeming to be asking about them... With a blush, Rhiannon quickly rushed in, letting the door swing closed behind her. Perhaps her mother had been ruder than she imagined in that little exchange, and while Rhiannon would love to see the woman embarrassed by a talking down from the bigger woman, right now she just wanted to get her accommodation sorted out and herself checked in before risking any upsets to that. Coming to the front desk, she found her mother on her tippy toes doing her best to get the attention of the concierge sitting behind, and with a blush, stared at the floor, thinking that this country was going to be an awkward stay... -- Part 2 Half an hour of arriving at the hotel, both tourists sat exhausted on their oversized beds. They had been given a double room which was hardly suitable for their small size, though Rhiannon supposed that it was at least a relief that they'd been treated respectfully by the hotel staff on their arrival. She had been beginning to think that the locals saw dwarves as something damn near children or worse... Following the polite concierge to the elevator, they had been guided professionally up to their hotel room, though the man eventually took over from Lorraine reaching for the lift buttons on tiptoes while an embarrassed Rhiannon tried to glance away. Unfortunately they didn't have any Littles-sized accommodation, resulting in the door swipe card being well above their reach. The staff had to offer an embarrassed Lorraine a plastic kid's stepping stool which now sat permanently in the hallway beside their door, which they could move into position as they needed, as well as more stools inside the room to get onto the beds, as well as presumably access the bathroom and tables. All in all it was an embarrassing sight to see the bright plastic children-themed stools throughout the hotel apartment, and neither tourist would be uttering a word to describe it once they got home. Rhiannon flopped back further on her huge oversized bed and spread her arms out wide. It had been an incredibly exhausting morning just travelling overseas for the first time, but maybe now that she was here she could unwind and begin to relax. She had several year's worth of hard studying at college to work out of her system after all... Well, maybe more like a few weeks in all of those years, and a whole lot of partying and watching TV... Still, a vacation would be good, she wasn't quite ready to give up on her carefree youth yet, and wasn't particularly looking forward to the years of adulthood which lay ahead after college. "Well..." she began, "I'm going out..." Her mother grunted in response, instead staring silently at her left high heel raised in the air, seeming to be considering getting something taller. "You better not cause any trouble," Lorraine snapped a moment later, as always managing to find something critical to say. "We are in a foreign country and have to put on our best display, it's still rare for our people to come over here since tourism opened back up after all. And have a shower before you go out, you've been travelling in that all morning." Rhiannon rolled her eyes, before sliding down from the bed and finding it just a bit terrifying as she built up a bit of momentum before hitting the floor. "Mom, there's like a million dwarves in this city alone. Nobody is going to think we're representing our country. Now where's the local cash for the stores?" She turned towards her mother's suitcase, looking greedily, as she suddenly became excited by the thought of imagined shopping. "I said after a shower," her mother commanded scathingly, causing the young woman to turn red with embarrassment as she faced the fact that her mother could still ultimately control her. The bitch probably didn't even care about the shower, but was rather just trying to continue their fight and exert her domination over the twenty year old adult daughter. "Fine!" Rhiannon snapped, grabbing her own backpack and heading towards the bathroom. Getting into the bathroom was easy, but pulling the stool over to lock the door felt incredibly ridiculous. Still, she had her privacy now, and she sighed, letting the stress ease off her, glancing in wonder at the oversized bathroom facing her as she began to strip, leaving her clothes in a messy bundle on the floor. "Tells me to have a shower will she," she growled, reaching into her backpack to fetch her headphones, which were at least waterproof. A delicious plan was forming in her mind as an evil smile crept across her face. She was told to have a shower? Well, she'd just have an hour-long shower with her headphones turned right up and see how her mother liked that. The woman better hope that she didn't need to use the bathroom any time soon, especially since they'd been travelling from before sunrise. She probably couldn't even activate the lift to go down to find another bathroom, and would have to knock on another door on the same level with her kid's stepping stool in tow. Turning the volume to max, she pushed the plastic stool under the water nozzles and carefully turned them on, cautiously stepping under the water and sighing in relaxation as the warm stream hit her and thudded distantly against the music blaring in her ears. They definitely did showers right on the mainland, the heavy stream of water was positively luxurious. She was beginning to sense that the vacation might just be fine once she got out and could do things on her terms, it would just take a little while to adjust to this other country - which was almost like another reality in many ways - and then she could go home and wow all her friends with her casually smug overseas travelling expertise. By the time that she turned the shower off, she'd gone through her entire playlist twice, every bit of stress having melted away in the hot water, her fingers a little wrinkled. Wrapping herself in a towel, she emerged out into the hotel room and was bemused as a billowing cloud of steam followed her, hitting the opposite wall of the small entry hallway and rolling towards their open bed area. She marched into their bedroom area smugly, expecting to be berated by her mother for spending so long in the shower, smiling in preparation, when it dawned on her that, annoyingly, the woman wasn't there. Had she gone to use a bathroom elsewhere? That would be an amusingly successful outcome of Rhiannon's little plan. Or, Rhiannon thought, her optimism dropping, maybe her mother had just gone out and abandoned Rhiannon there for the afternoon, shopping on her own terms and leaving her adult daughter trapped away in the hotel room without any money... Oh that would be a terrible backfiring of her long showering bitchiness. Feeling more annoyed than smug now, Rhiannon strode through the apartment and noticed that it had an odd scent of... something. Maybe talcum. Whatever it was, she felt sure that it wasn't there earlier. Frowning at her mother's absence, striding forward, she stepped on something clothlike, and glanced down to see that the woman's black panties were strewn carelessly across the floor, as if they had been tossed aside. Weirdly, the rest of her mother's clothes from the skirt-suit combo were messily strewn about everywhere too, some even thrown up over the high shelves and wall lights, like she'd just been tossing them aside carelessly, never intending to use them again. The messiness was fairly uncharacteristic of her clean-freak of a mother, and it only furthered Rhiannon's suspicion that the woman had rushed out of the hotel as soon as Rhiannon had gotten into the shower, not even staying to notice that Rhiannon had been in there for a full hour, having been the one playing Rhiannon in fact from the very start. "Dammit," the twenty year old hissed, feeling frustratingly outmaneuvered, beginning to pace. Calming herself, she decided not to presume the worst just yet, even from her mother. Who knew, maybe the woman had left some cash up on her bed, since Rhiannon had taken her bags with her into the bathroom, and there didn't seem to be anywhere else that they could both reach... Pushing a plastic stool across the floor, ignoring the messy clothes and embarrassing underwear strewn about the room, she clambered up still wrapped in her white towel, looking around hopefully, but saw no money. Strangely, it smelled even more of the weird talcum powder up there, like her mother had coated her clothes in it before leaving or something. Glancing about her own bed, Rhiannon realised in annoyance that there was a coating of the stuff on her own bed, outlining an opaque rectangular shape with wings atop her blanket, like her mother had laid a long piece of clothing there and dusted around it. "Weird," she said in annoyed bafflement, reaching out to run a hand across it and mess up the perfect outline it had created. She racked her memories to recall whether it was there before, feeling sure that it wasn't. Was the hotel room just dirty? Her frown deepened as she considered that maybe her mother had just made the mess on purpose, a passive-aggressive dusting of some clothes or something on Rhiannon's bed as an apparently-innocent accident which was anything but. But then, Rhiannon thought sheepishly, she was the one who had stayed in the shower for an hour with her music on full-blast, giving her an opportunity to play passive-aggressively innocent if there had been a knock... Maybe she was just projecting... Looking across at her mother's bed, she saw that, oddly, there was also a giant wooden hairbrush atop of it, set aside carelessly on one corner. Where in the world had her mother even gotten that? Was it part of the room's amenities? It looked heavier than a suitcase, how did she even get it up there? Frustrated and confused, she began lowering herself back down from the kid's stepping stool, deciding that she'd simply been outplayed that afternoon. Striding crankily over to the large glass doors which led out onto the balcony, she peaked around the thin semi-translucent curtains to see that she at least had a good touristy view over the city. It was a damn big place, much larger than the cities of her own home, in both breadth and height, and she felt a rush of sudden rush of holiday excitement and shopping greed again. However it only reminded her of how much she was missing out on, trapped away in the hotel room until her bitch of a mother returned. It was still midday out, but there wasn't anything that she could do without money, especially as an uninitiated Little in another land for the first time. She needed cab fares, shopping money, and hell, probably some really tall heels. A friend back home had suggested that she buy some, if only she'd listened... Right now she wasn't even sure if she could reach the elevator's buttons, which made it all the more perplexing for how her mother had left there. Glancing down beyond the balcony's edge, she noted that she could at least see the far half of the hotel's parking lot, and began scanning about in lazy boredom, wondering what else she might be able to at least spot from her vantage point to entertain herself. It was after all an entirely new country with some very baffling features, so she decided to set herself up in the window for awhile and see if she might not be able to spot an actual amazon giantess, preferably at a safe distance without having to deal with their perplexing attitudes this time. One appeared within the parking lot within minutes, walking away from the hotel, and Rhiannon leaned in to get a better look. She was pushing a stroller, and had another kid in tow in a safety harness leash... Come to think of it, Rhiannon realised in bafflement, that was the same giantess who they'd encountered at the front door, the one who she was worried was going to complain about them. The woman has seemed to be leaving before, yet had stayed until at least now. Feeling a bit panicky, she had a gut feeling that the woman had indeed stayed to complain about them. But would the hotel staff given them their room number? Surely she would have been turned away and was leaving now in frustration. It dawned on her then that even though the woman still had her toddling kid in a harness leash behind her, she was also pushing a stroller now, with an occupant clearly visible by the leg sticking out on the side that Rhiannon could see. Perhaps she had just been picking up her other kid, or a friend of her kid, or it didn't really matter, Rhiannon was just relieved as she started to feel fairly sure that the woman didn't have the stroller before, and likely hadn't stayed for them after all. The group reached a car parked at the far end of the lot, where the woman opened the back door and then crouched to seemingly lecture her kid in the harness. Wagging a finger in the girl's face, she seemed to be crossly warning about something, gesturing once to the other occupant in the stroller, maybe suggesting that they'd have to get along. Finally she spun the girl around by the shoulders and delivered an almighty hard smack on her posterior, causing Rhiannon to flinch as she imagined the fact that she herself could easily fit into that positi... No, it was a silly concern, there was no danger of the giants doing something like smacking her just because she was the same size as their kids, it didn't mean they'd ever consider treating her like one in that regard - she was in college for crying out loud. Still, she watched with a somewhat mesmerized curiosity now as the giantess lifted the toddler up and sat her in a babies carseat, strapping her in. She turned her attention then to the unseen occupant of the stroller, seeming to think for a moment, before walking around to the trunk of the car. She returned a moment later with another carseat in her hands, and began strapping it into the back of the car. She really must have just picked that kid up unexpectedly, Rhiannon thought with a frown, given that the carseat wasn't even installed before. There were a few angry kicks from the occupant of the stroller, which began to bemuse Rhiannon as she thought derisively that the obviously more immature of the two should not be tantruming over a carseat, when even the harness-wearing girl had to sit in one. Finally the amazon began unstrapping and lifting the occupant of the stroller, allowing Rhiannon to see that it was a girl clearly evidenced by the two big bushy giant pigtails bouncing on either side of her head. She wore a short little toddler dress, and Rhiannon audibly smirked as she realised that she could see the girl's full white disposable diaper from behind, even at that distance. To think, somebody the same size as her, but completely undeserving of things like mature panties, how bemusingly embarrassing it must be for her. The tot kept thrashing and kicking, and Rhiannon's jaw dropped as she realised that the woman was lifting a foot into the car to raise her thigh and lay her toddler down over her knee. The woman was going to deliver a spanking, right there in the parking lot, and not a minor one it seemed, given how high she raised her hand behind the diapered bottom. It was a very traditionalist approach, Rhiannon thought in numb surprise, but she supposed that she felt that it was deserving, since the stroller-baby shouldn't be so uppity when even the walking toddler had to go into a carseat. Kids shouldn't get snooty and cause tantrums after all, half of the problems in the world were caused by adults taking a soft weak stance with little ones, regardless of country. A moment later, sure enough, the blows started raining down on the padded backside of the naughty child, whose kicks and thrashing balled fists were helpless in the great space of air around the giantess's outstretched knee. Rhiannon looked on at the distant silent sight in strange approval, feeling a little malice to that girl for some reason - perhaps because she had been audacious and Rhiannon reserved the right to act that way solely for herself, or maybe simply because the diapered kid had the same coloured hair as her mother, and Rhiannon was a little biased against her. Increased thrashing from the naughty child only resulted in an increased intensity of the spankings raining down on her backside, and sometimes between her widely spread legs, the utilitarian thick disposable seeming to prevent the kicking brat from closing them. Finally the kid seemed to be relenting a little, and the mother paused to reach for something on her belt, only to seemingly find that it wasn't there. Suddenly she turned, and seemed to look directly up at Rhiannon, who gasped and quickly stepped sideways from the window, knowing that she had probably been behind the curtain anyway and likely not visible, but feeling as though the giant's gaze has been right on her. Surely the giantess hadn't been looking at their window directly, it was just a coincidence, maybe she'd left something inside in one of the surrounding rooms. When Rhiannon finally found the courage to peak out of the curtain again, she found that the spanking had resumed, though seemed to be winding down now as the woman's second child displayed increasing obedience. Eventually the giantess seemed to be satisfied, stopping her spanking to begin lecturing the child, still laying helplessly over her knee, who seemed to be utterly defeated in her naughtiness. Eventually the lecture wound down, and the woman grabbed her daughter under her arms on both sides, lifting her up to give a gentle big kiss on her cheek, and showing that what she was doing was out of love while punctuating the end of their spanking. Rhiannon found herself slowly nodding in approval, agreeing that the mother just wanted to show what was for the daughter's good, and was helping her learn to behave and not put on a tantrum over a simple children's carseat, which was frankly suitable for anybody in those sorts of thick diapers. A car pulled up close to them in the parking lot then as the gentler post-spanking lecture continued, and a Betweener - or perhaps a small Giantess - woman stepped out. Rhiannon was surprised all over again to see that the new arrival was wearing what looked like the uniform of the attendants from their morning flight. Or on second thought, it might have even been the attendant who had broken up their little argument that morning. The new arrival walked briskly over to the amazon and gave her a very quick but intimate peck on the lips, before gesturing happily to the diapered tot in her arms and saying something ecstatic. Rhiannon was more baffled at the woman's arrival than anything else, such as her apparent relationship between her and the hotel woman, and how large she looked. The flight attendant had been tall compared to the others, and may have perhaps been a smaller giantess, Rhiannon thought in retrospect, if not an otherwise very large Betweener. Either way, they were all huge to dwarves... As they finished talking, the woman holding the kid stuck two fingers between the girl's legs to check her diaper, seeming to cluck and shake her head as she found it deserving for its unhappy occupant in the first place, and then began depositing the girl into the carseat and strapping her in. Rhiannon continued to just stare in dumb confusion, wondering why the attendant had shown up, if she had come to check on them as she'd been promising, or perhaps had sent a friend. It might just be a coincidence that they knew each other, the woman did work in flight after all, and it was a hotel... The newly arrived woman bent down to glance into the car then, looking past the just-deposited kid, and stood back up looking confused. She began gesturing to the other giant and asking a series of questions, to which the larger woman began shrugging and pointing right up at... Rhiannon dived behind the wall again with a gasp, feeling stupid, but again seeming so sure that they were looking at her window. But no, maybe they were just discussing some random feature of the hotel. Or maybe the woman really had stayed to complain, on behalf of the flight attendant who was being a bit more involved in their stay than Rhiannon had expected, and maybe she'd even gotten their room number, pointing up with a shrug to say that nobody was home when she knocked - Lorraine having rushed out and Rhiannon being in the shower blocking out all noise. She shivered, trying to imagine answering the door to that giant, and was glad that she had been wearing the headphones. Why, what if the woman had tried to spank her? She had the size and predilection to do it. No, Rhiannon thought angrily, shaking her head, she had to stop thinking about the giants spanking her, they may have strapped her into the booster seat on the shuttle bus that morning, but they would understand the difference between her and a kid. Hell, if anybody needed reminding it was herself, since she seemed to be putting herself more on par with the two kids than the enormous giantesses who stood over them, purely out of size similarity. But she was a college girl, she told herself, and wouldn't be thought of that way by the giantesses, and had to make sure that she didn't ever think it of herself. Finally, carefully, Rhiannon poked her nose back around the edge of the glass doorframe, glancing down into the parking lot. The two women were hugging and returning to their cars, the big car pulling out first, followed by the slightly smaller car of the flight attendant. Finally as they disappeared, Rhiannon let out a breath of relief. So maybe the attendant had tried to dramatize their stay, and maybe the woman had stayed to complain, but it all seemed to thankfully be over now, and Rhiannon was sure that she was free from having to worry about their spanking craziness ever somehow impacting her life. Feeling smugly relieved, the tourist dwarf padded back to her bed, climbed up, and reached for the heavy remote to flick on the TV, deciding that she'd get used to a bit of the local culture that way. At least until her Mom got back. -- Part 3 + 4 Rhiannon sat flicking through the channels from her hotel bed, finding herself increasingly agitated. Where the fuck had her mom gone? And what was she supposed to do if she didn't come back soon? Realising that she'd simply been rotating through the channels without paying attention, she looked up and frowned. There didn't seem to be anything good on, and she'd been so lost in her thoughts that the same dozen or so channels had probably gone by a hundred times now. Yet they were all only playing kids shows, which had kept her going endlessly until she found something better. She finally stopped on one, feeling annoyed that she wasn't catching the local news or maybe a soap opera - it would be interesting to see how they mixed giants and dwarves in that sort of show's context after all - but she found that, annoyingly, it was just another kid's show. Some sort of educational program with puppets and adults teaching spelling and morality lessons to some little kids. One excitable bald man was explaining the benefits of being good to a very awkward looking little girl who stood blushing in layered pink frilly dress, who was clearly shy about her role on TV. Rhiannon sighed and tried the next channel, only to find another kids show which wasn't any better. A bunch of colourful tubby looking creatures were prancing around on a grassy hill, leading a group of thickly diapered toddlers who were struggling to keep up, and Rhiannon scowled, thinking that they had this show at home, or one like it. She tried again, getting a singing purple dinosaur teaching lessons to a bunch of kids sucking on pacifiers sitting in a semi-circle watching him, before squinting at the corner of the screen and realising that it had a large red warning which read 'Child Lock: On'. "God dammit!" Rhiannon hissed in frustration. Had her Mom done this to her? Or was the hotel just that lame? She'd come all this way partway around the world to explore the culture, and instead she was stuck watching kids shows. Feeling that she'd run out of options, she tried to turn the TV off, but found that it wouldn't respond to that command either. She pressed the button again and again, and grew red with frustration as she began mashing every button instead, watching it flick through boring juvenile shows until she finally just muted it. She sat back and blinked in surprise at how frustrated she'd become, looking around her hotel room to remind herself where she was. She was in another country for the first time ever, and she should be making something of that to impress her friends when she got back home. Most of them were probably partying and laying around by pools for their yearly study break, and she needed something to one up that after missing out this year. Unfortunately things were going to be boring until her Mom got back with the money and hotel access cards. Rhiannon supposed that she could sleep now, and stay out later at night, since that could be fun, and she'd had to get up for their early morning flight. After all, who knew what exciting things dwarves did at night on the mainland - probably more interesting than what her friends were doing back home, likely laying about in bikinis by the pools and talking about upcoming university courses. She yawned, and lay back, worming under the covers while still wrapped in her towel. Perhaps her Mom would be back at any moment, hopefully with bags of groceries from which Rhiannon could get something to eat. Until then, she would catch up on sleep, and prepare for a big night while her idiot Mom would likely be in bed before sunset, exhausted from her big day. She smirked at the thought that her cranky mother was likely having more encounters like on their way in, knowing that the bratty woman just couldn't handle being talked down to diminutively, and would be yelling and fighting and making a fool of herself on her first day in another country before long. Rhiannon would play it more cool, and would totally upshow her mom by fitting in like a regular dwarf on the mainland, indistinguishable from the locals before long. She snuggled up into her pillow, and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep with that smug confident thought. Annoyingly, her bed still smelt like the mystery powder - maybe talcum - and she sighed, wondering what in the hell her mom had gotten up to before going out, and what idiotic things she was up to now. -- Rhiannon awoke bleary eyed and to the colourful flashing lights of the TV. She stared in confusion at the kids shows playing on silent for a moment, before finally remembering where she was, and why the TV was still on. She groaned, and rolled over, looking out the glass balcony doors. It was sometime past dark out, and her damn mother still wasn't back. She was probably adapting to the local life better than Rhiannon had expected, and the young tourist frowned with bitter jealousy. Worse, she was hungry, had no money, and hadn't been given a chance to explore the country on her first day like she'd planned. Her expected vacation experiences were being stolen, and now her mother was likely living it up somewhere, getting all of the excitement and adventure of being a tourist Little on the mainland first. She tried to imagine where her mom might be right now, probably getting a great meal, sitting in some sort of fancy chair especially made for dwarves so they could fit in with the big people's world, likely blatantly wearing some cute local outfit that she didn't even realise that she was too old for. Rhiannon made a dramatic face at the thought, and stared miserably out at the inviting city lights. Oh how Rhiannon wanted to be out there, spending money, dressing as the local dwarves did, hell - her stomach growled - just getting some regular food. Whatever the locals ate. She kicked off her blanket and looked about with a serious frown. Her mother had seemingly left her nothing, which was rude even by her standards. Lorraine couldn't just do that, it was... Why, it was child abuse, Rhiannon thought, an evil smile spreading across her face. Oh how she'd make trouble for her mother now. Sitting up in her bed, she reached for the big phone on the counter between the two bedheads, and, pulled the heavy receiver over, working out quickly how to call the front desk. "Hello?" a voice clicked a moment later, "Can we help you?" Struggling to figure out what to say, she took a breath, then tried to sound as calm and collected as possible. She didn't want them to think that she was hysterical, after all, she just wanted them to give her mother a difficult time, harsh looks and cross comments and so on, to let the woman know that this kind of thing was unacceptable. She wouldn't give her exact age, just make it seem like somebody was being neglectful and that they should give her mother hell for it. "Yes, I'm in... room 24-A, and my mother has left me. I have no food, or anything. I was wondering if you could possibly have somebody call her? If she gave a number. She really shouldn't have done this. I think it's child abuse." She smiled smugly, and patiently held the giant phone receiver to her side, awaiting a reply. "We'll send somebody up right away," the voice quickly replied on the other end, "You just wait there, okay?" "Oh... Sure..." Rhiannon replied, feeling a little surprised, and annoyed that they didn't try calling her mom like she had hoped. She'd not actually wanted to speak to anybody in person, but maybe at least she could get a meal from them now, maybe talk them into putting it on her mother's credit card under room service. While they'd unfortunately realise that she wasn't as young as she had suggested in the call, she'd now still be given a chance to play up the drama about her situation, which would come back to haunt her mother later on... Smiling and satisfied with her plan, the tourist moved the heavy receiver back over to the phone dialler, and set it down with a click. Humming one of the songs that she'd been listening to on loop in the shower, Rhiannon began glancing about the messy room, wondering what she should say when they arrived. It was a bit awkward, but at best it would create a bit of frustration for her mother, hopefully they were contacting her right now. She would play up the pity angle, and maybe get that meal, it was perfect... Though it suddenly dawned on her that she was only wearing a towel with no underwear. There was a knock, then a beep as somebody began swiping a door card a moment later. Rhiannon jumped in surprise, thinking that she still wasn't even dressed, realising that she'd dazed out while smugly plotting. The tourist panicked, sliding from her tall bed and double checking that the towel was still in place, before rushing towards the door. It wasn't the way that she'd hoped to be met, especially since the towel was fairly light and might even be transparent under the right lighting. Still, it would have to do, and she quickly tried to intercept her guest at the door. She was a bit peeved that they were letting themselves in, and for a moment worried that it might her mother returning, which would put a crimp in her plans for revenge, and annoyingly allow her mother to contradict her story once the actual staff showed up. Instead, a young amazon poked her head in, glancing about the room in obvious concern before looking down to find Rhiannon. "Oh there you are. Are you ok hon?" the girl asked, flinging open the door and advancing quickly down the short hall. The giantess wore the uniform of the staff, and Rhiannon could only stand baffled as the giantess bore down towards her. They were so... big. She'd almost forgotten what her morning had been like. A moment later the enormous woman was wrapping her arms around Rhiannon, seemingly set on comforting her after her supposed ordeal, leaving the tourist standing there gaping and thinking that it was all a bit over the top. She found herself remaining still as a post as the woman patted her on the back a few times, murmuring something about how it was all going to be okay, before finally pulling away. "Now when did your mother leave you here Sweetie?" the young woman asked incredulously, her eyes full of understanding pity as she looked down. "Oh it's just about child abuse isn't it!" "Yes!" Rhiannon declared impertinently, "I've been here ALL day! I've got nothing to eat. No access cards, no money, nothing! Really I think she needs a talking to! My mother's gone too far this time!" The giantess nodded, reaching over to pat Rhiannon on the shoulder once again. The tourist found it a bit embarrassingly intimate, not to mention intimidating given the woman's enormous size, but she bit her tongue and kept from making a face, knowing that playing up the drama of the situation and getting them on her side would most likely help her, not to mention the planned torment of her bitchy mother. "Hrm, we best get you out of here then," the giantess said decisively, removing the her hand from her shoulder, only to turn it into two hands snaking under Rhiannon's armpits, suddenly lifting the dwarf tourist into the air. "H-Hey!" the tourist squeaked, having not expected that. There were... limits, to social decorum, surely. A Big couldn't just pick up a Little like that, it wasn't like she was... some pet or a child... Even if she was similar in size for them. Before she'd even properly registered the sudden act of being manhandled, she'd been sat at the woman's hip, held in place by a strong arm, and felt her mind go blank from embarrassment. Suddenly she was wishing only for her towel to stay in place, and wondered in the fuck the woman thought that she was doing. Maybe... Maybe she thought it would be faster to transport her this way, but it would not be a story that she'd be telling her friends once she got back home. In fact, she very much doubted that she would ever admit to anybody that she'd been so handled in such a way. Her butt was cupped by the woman's arm for goodness' sake! "Oh you poor thing, you must be so unused to people taking care of you properly, mustn't you?" the woman cooed, looking around the room and walking over to switch the TV off manually. "How terrible, and you're right, I don't see your mother anywhere. And oh, what a mess it is in here! Why there's a cute little pair of socks up here on one of the light shades, how messy." Rhiannon looked around the room from an entirely new height, feeling dizzy and nodding automatically, clinging to the woman's side without entirely meaning to. She didn't know how to handle being handled in such a way at all, staring about wide eyed and biting her tongue as the giantess moved about the room, poking and prodding, getting a good look everywhere before finally deciding that her search was done. "Welp, I guess I better get you out of here!" the worker exclaimed, "I'm sure if they get in contact with your mother from the office, they'll have a few choice words to say to her!" Rhiannon slowly nodded again, feeling that she was at least hearing things which fit her original plan now. Although being carried wasn't her little plan at all, in fact she'd definitely never imagined even getting picked up. She realised that she had simply been nodding dumbly to everything that the giantess woman asked, not even sure what she was responding to half the time, until the hotel worker was carrying her out of the room. "I um-" she began, feeling a surge of panic as she looked back at her retreating bed. Her small bag was by the end, and contained all her options for remaining clothes. Their airline luggage still hadn't arrived, but at least her bag still had a few things which she could change into, given that she was still only in a towel... "My bag!" she whined, but it was too late, the door was already closing and locking automatically behind them, and they were out into the hall. She whimpered, and the woman gently shushed her while shifting the tourist about on her hip, maybe to rest her more comfortably, or maybe to get a better grip in case she acted up. Perhaps the woman just thought it more efficient to transfer Littles this way... It suddenly dawned on Rhiannon then that the woman might not be entirely aware of her age, considering their height difference, and the story that she'd given... Hell, she was currently sitting in only a towel, and would look so small to the giantess... Hell, she could look entirely like a completely abandoned kid for all the woman knew! Especially considering the TV shows that were on... "Look, um," she began, realising the possible mistake, and the woman's attitude the entire time, "I think that there might have been a bit of a mix up. You see-" "Don't worry dear," the giantess kindly assured her, "We'll get to the bottom of things with your mother, I assure you. Now you don't want to spend another moment in that pig-sty of a room now do you? No! It's a place of disappointing parents and unhappy memories. Why, we'll get you downstairs, and then will get things sorted out for you." Rhiannon nodded slowly, supposing reluctantly that it might be easier to explain the embarrassing mix up once down there, since explaining while the woman carried her at her hip, well below her face level, was hardly going to work well... She was entirely regretting her little plan to stir up drama now, and was completely tongue-tied over how to explain her usage of the term 'child abuse', while not coming off as a completely dramatic trouble-maker, which was ultimately the truth, she realised with a cringe. Dammit, why hadn't she just been truthful from the start? She whimpered, clinging tighter to the woman, noting with a blush that her relatively small hand was clutching over one of the woman's enormous boobs, finally realising why the giantess felt so soft there. Oh hell no, she thought quickly, readjusting her hands to somewhere less embarrassing. She still clung tightly to the back of the woman's outfit, but adjusted her other hand down above the woman's stomach, which was far firmer. The giantess was in shape, she thought with a blush. Oh now the woman would think even less of her maturity, given that she'd had her hand mindlessly on her boob for the past few minutes. It was going to be an embarrassing explanation once they got downstairs, and she closed her eyes as they walked towards the elevator, hating every moment of being carried out in public like this. Not to mention that there was only a thin white towel protecting her modesty, which was likely quite transparent where her butt was straining against the woman's strong arm... She tried to reassure herself that it was at least late at night, fretting away at the woman's hip while the giantess confidently walked and swayed. Once they got downstairs, and got to the staff room or whatever, she could finally find a way to explain it all, and get somebody to help her with modesty situation at the same time... There was a ding, and the lift began going down, before finally there was another ding and the rush of cool air. They walked for a time, seeming to go on forever, until finally Rhiannon pulled her face away from where she'd near buried it in the woman's side to hide, and realised that they were in the underground car park. "Wait, what are we doing down here?" Rhiannon asked in confusion, seeing a van belonging to the resort parked ahead of them. "You obviously can't go back to your room dear," the woman said, casually reaching out with one hand to open the van's sliding door, bracing Rhiannon with the other. "But don't worry, we know a place where you can stay tonight." Rhiannon's anxiety turned into panic. "Wait!" she exclaimed, beginning to wriggle. Sitting at the giantess's hip was the weirdest thing in the world, and the entirely unusual and embarrassing state of it was making it hard for her to find her words or coherent mental state. "There's been a mistake!" she insisted, not wanting to elaborate, but hoping that it just would slow the woman down, cause her to pause and let Rhiannon collect herself and her words. Unfortunately it didn't, and she found two hands pushing her backwards into a booster seat, embarrassingly even more childish than the one she'd sat in on the shuttle bus. Oh did the woman really think...? Or was it just the standard way of getting dwarves around in big vehicles? "We'll get it sorted out as soon as we get there dear," the woman promised, seeming to be largely set on ignoring Rhiannon's insistences, "They're much more qualified than me to handle these types of situations, they deal with them regularly enough." "Well, I..." Rhiannon began awkwardly, not knowing what to say. Maybe it would be easier to just go there, and get it sorted out... It would just be a quick drive over, and it seemed like it would be harder to explain it to the local young giantess who wasn't even qualified in such things. Besides, she didn't much want the hotel staff to know that she'd been trying to create drama. Getting to talk to some other people she'd never see again in this foreign country, before coming back, might be better... She squirmed in her booster seat for a moment, but finally decided to stay silent until they got to the destination. She gasped as she realised that the woman was bringing a strap up between her legs, and quickly squeaked and reached down to hold the towel in place while the woman worked the buckle up over her pelvis. She turned pink as the giantess spent some time tightening the strap with fingers whisking against her towel constantly, seeming completely unfazed, like Rhiannon's wriggles were just dramatic oddities of a child, and perhaps just hoping that her night shift ended soon. "Now you just sit back here and be good," the woman commanded with a mixture of stern command and gentle reassurance, punctuating her sentence by turning a lock on Rhiannon's crotch buckle. Rhiannon nodded dumbly, flinching as the woman patted her head, and feeling that her case for explaining things was getting worse by the second as she delayed. But still, she felt more comfortable with her chances of explaining things at the other end, she just wasn't sure how she was going to face this woman on the drive back. The van's door slid closed, and Rhiannon jumped at the bang, realising that she was trapped in the back of the van. Suddenly in the cold dark, without the imposing giantess in her face, she wondered why she was going along with all this. She was sitting in a booster seat, late at night, about to be driven somewhere. Fuck, what was she doing? She was just hungry, cold, and a little tired, not to mention overwhelmed with being in a new country and being manhandled in such a way. But she should have spoken up, she needed to now, things were all getting out of hand. It was late at night and she was about to be driven off to who only knew where. She would speak up once the woman got into the front of the van, she decided... The lights flickered on, and Rhiannon looked up to see the woman entering, and... that there was a glass partition between the front and the back of the van. She saw now that she was surrounded by booster seats, not unlike her own, and realised with a shock that it was seemingly a van for dealing with lost children. There were toys strewn about on the floor, and the faint smell of urine. She turned pink, realising now that she actually had been mistaken for a child. It was no longer just theoretical. She realised that the giants might well occasionally mistake Littles that way, since they couldn't easily tell the difference, and who knew how long it could go on if the Little didn't speak up. She wondered if it had ever happened to anybody else, oh it must have, at least once before, and it must have been rather embarrassing. It probably at least happened occasionally in the history of this crazy multi-sized country, people being mistaken from behind in shopping queues and so on, though Rhiannon wondered if she had gotten the worst of it, going much further than it usually did. It was extra embarrassing that she was stuck behind a glass partition seemingly created to keep the noise of rowdy and difficult kids from reaching and distracting the driver. She shivered, thinking that a dwarf stuck in such a situation was as trapped as any real kid for the trip, experiencing the same debasing treatment of being given no option to speak up until the 'adult in the front' got to where they were going, and felt that the kids in the back were worth listening to. She began kicking, struggling at the strap buckle on her crotch, refusing to let herself give in to experiencing that childish condition for the drive, but found that, annoyingly, the woman really had locked her in with the crotch buckle. "Fuck!" she hissed, and reached out hopelessly in an attempt to pound on the glass partition window, but found that it was several arm lengths away and significantly above her height anyway. Slinking back into her booster seat with a blush, she realised that she really was set for a trip of mistaken identity, locked in the back like a regular child. The van pulled into motion, and the tourist sat miserably in her locked booster seat. She tried waving, yelling, and stating her age as loud as she could in case the woman could hear her through the glass. She tried explaining that there'd been a mistake, that she couldn't leave the hotel - that all her clothes were there! But the woman just couldn't hear her, the pane of glass seemed to be designed to drown out shrieking kids putting on just this kind of show upon realising that they were being driven off somewhere, probably being taken into protective services, she realised with a sinking stomach. Oh it was going to be an embarrassing conversation once she got there, and she doubted that the trip would take long, only bringing it about all the sooner. It was late, and the streets were empty, and they cruised past countless buildings and suburbs unimpeded, which only made Rhiannon increasingly nervous about how far they were travelling. She'd presumed that it would only be a short trip, but now... She tried kicking a few more times for good measure, but was well and truly stuck, locked in just as well as any child would be. The city buildings began to ease away to smaller apartments, and then houses, and she began to panic, realising how far they were travelling. It had perhaps been over an hour now of driving at full speed, and she didn't even know the direction they were going. Sure she'd looked at a few maps of the city before coming over, but it was dark, and she had no idea of anything beyond their little tourist area, especially far out into the countryside. She was left to sit miserably alone in the booster seat, legs dangling into nothingness within the enormous van, silently panicking until even that passed. She was going to be in for it now, making them drive all this way. What was meant to be a dramatic prank on her mom had suddenly turned into a major mix up which was going to screw up her holiday significantly. She suddenly had pictures of having to wait at this place until her mom came and picked her up, signing her out, and who knew how long it would take the woman to come and collect her? Even if she did state her true age, would they let her go drama-free after causing them all this trouble? Were they even going to believe her at this point? Or would they just think that she was being a dramatic brat, a sudden tantrum after the long late night journey where her juvenile age had not been in doubt at any point before? Especially since they might not want to consider that they'd made such a mistake after all that driving... She supposed that she could resort to the terrible option, lifting her towel to flash her pubic hair and prove her age... But no... There were some lines which Rhiannon wasn't able to bring herself to cross easily, and flashing herself would be her absolute last resort. She'd try talking first, though at least she could use to that embarrassing resort if other options failed. Finally, after what seemed over an hour of driving, they began to slow down, pulling up outside what looked like a rather institutional three story grey building. It was surrounded by a tall iron fence by even amazon standards, and just about impossible to surpass by dwarf standards. As the headlights rolled over the sign by the gate, Rhiannon's stomach sunk as she read that it was a lost kids home and orphanage. Great... she'd expected to maybe be getting taken to the cops or something to make a statement against her mother, but this was dramatically more embarrassing. At least it was just a mistake, and she'd get it sorted out, but just the knowledge of their intention to commit her to such a place was unnerving. She was an adult and a tourist after all, they wouldn't keep her in a place like this, but it was just going to be horrifically embarrassing to have to explain it all. Realising that she was sweating from anxiety, she began squirming about on her damp towel and hoping that the damn booster seat would at least be behind her soon. The extent of her screw up was now evident to her, and they'd be so pissed when they found out after all that driving that she'd just been attempting to create drama. But then, it wasn't her fault! The glass partition had left her unable to communicate for well over an hour! Of course, they'd then ask why she had used the term child abuse back in the hotel, and she'd have to admit that she'd just been a dramatic trouble maker and attempted bitch towards her mom, using the hotel staff in her games... That they actually thought that putting her in a kids home was the right solution for what they saw when looking at her didn't help her confidence levels one bit. She was never exactly well endowed, so to speak, but still had always presumed that she looked mature enough to be easily recognised as an adult, even by larger people. After all, she and her friends often wore bikinis and low cut dresses, and looked womanly enough by their own standards. But then, amazons were all particularly well-endowed, maybe their standards for adulthood appearance were a bit different... The door slid open, and Rhiannon squirmed in her booster seat, unhappily letting the woman go about beginning to unstrap her. It was easily going to be the most awkward conversation of her life, and she was in no rush to start it. Not out here, in the dark, beside a remote regional orphanage after such a long drive... She found herself wishing that she'd actually planned what she was going to say during the long trip over, instead of just sitting there feeling bad for herself. The last strap was worked out from under her arm, and Rhiannon winced as suddenly the woman's hands came to lift her again, giving her absolutely no benefit of the doubt for being a mature aged college student and adult. "Can I just walk?" she asked with a whimper, just wanting to get inside to explain things with the assistance of the light. "No darling, you have no shoes," the cute young hotel worker point out, reaching over to tap Rhiannon on the nose. She squirmed, scrunching up her face and getting a look of bemusement from the woman holding her, who seemed to think of it as just like the antics of a bratty little kid. She was suddenly rested over the woman's shoulder, a hand properly under backside now, and turned every shade of scarlet, looking at their receding van while the woman bounced her a little as they walked towards the ominous lost kids home. There was a buzz, and then a moment later an electronic door opened, and Rhiannon found herself only growing more nervous as she was being carried inside. Just the thought of possibly ending up staying here was horrible, though she knew that realistically she wouldn't be. Overwhelming fluorescent lights caused her to blink and grow disoriented, leaving her feeling stunned as she lay over the woman's shoulder. Maybe she'd just leave it a bit longer to explain... It was so hard right now, and the sudden lights were so disorienting. She still didn't even have a good explanation for why she'd done what she had which sounding like a drama queen... Worse, it dawned on her that she was still in her white towel, being carried backwards, and she hardly wanted to face anybody as she was right now... But then, things weren't exactly going to get better. The hotel worker's heels clacked on the tiles of a drab grey hallway, and they came to a reception desk where a disinterested giantess wearing spectacles simply waved them through, barely looking up. Rhiannon looked down in amazement as they walked right past, finding that the woman didn't even need to consider anything out of the ordinary about what she saw in their new arrival. She supposed that it was good in a way, less people really getting a good look at her and knowing of her embarrassing situation, but at the same time, her apparent unimportance and the disinterest they showed towards her wasn't inspiring her confidence. But she'd have to find it and speak up, any moment now... They came into a rectangular staff room, where a woman in a white nurse's outfit looked up from where she was stacking some white towels at a bench, raising her brows. "Another one?" she asked. "Yes. Abandoned and neglected by her mother, the poor dear," the giantess hotel worker said with pity, shaking her head while the dwarf sputtered at the hair flicking into her mouth. "We didn't have many details on her, you'll have to get her details for the system yourself." Suddenly both of the giant's eyes were on Rhiannon, and she felt even smaller than before, if that was even possible. "Can you tell us your name honey?" the giantess nurse asked, walking over to a computer while the hotel worker gave her a little suggestive bounce. "Rh-Rhiannon," she stammered in awkward nervous obedience, looking as the giantess nurse began filling out some details on a computer terminal, causing her to start panicking. Dammit, she'd left it too late, she didn't want to end up with a profile on some orphanage system... "But listen, there's been a bit of a-" "And how long did your mother leave you alone Rhiannon?" the nurse asked. "You can use your fingers to show us how many." Rhiannon blinked, opened her mouth, then closed it again, deciding that she'd at least answer the question, since it might help get them on her side before she explained the actual crucial truth that they were missing. "I think it was like nine hours," she answered, feeling a little more confident that they'd at least have a little anger at her mother now, and maybe understand her plight a little more once she explained it to them. "Oh dear, that's terrible," the giantess nurse clucked, shaking her head. Rhiannon nodded, shivering in the woman's arms. She was twenty, complaining about her mom leaving her alone, which might to some only seem more juvenile... Maybe not something which would help her case in truth. What if once they found out the truth... they laughed at her... "She had no clothes on her?" the nurse giantess asked, nodding towards the towel. "I just found her in this," the hotel amazon replied, giving a shrug which lifted and lowered Rhiannon with it. "Though there was clothes all over her room. I suppose she might have had an accident." Rhiannon blinked again. What did they mean by accident? She was wearing a towel, not a hospital gown... And besides, those clothes were mature, the giantess wouldn't have mistaken her for a child if she thought they were hers. But then, maybe given that they were all just so small to them, they wouldn't pay attention to any details beyond that... "The towel is a bit damp," the amazon holding her shrugged, "She might not even be ready for panties. You know how they are. The hotel room was a bit of a mess when we left." "The t-towel just like that from sweat-" Rhiannon began nervously, but they were already talking over her. "I suppose we better get her cleaned up, either way," the huge nurse replied, walking over to the wall and pulling open a metal hatch in apparent routine boredom. "Just put her on the conveyer belt, and you can leave. I'll fill out the rest of the details." Rhiannon balked. The hotel worker was leaving? But she needed her to get home! Alright, now was really the time to speak up, she couldn't put it off now. "Okay hang on just a second!" Rhiannon began, being carried towards the machine even as she spoke. Shit, they weren't going to take her towel were they? Was the nurse just planning on giving her some sort of bath? Holding her under a shower head? "These new Bremer machines really are a great addition," the nurse remarked, "Really takes the pressure off us." "Oh you got one of those," the hotel worker remarked excitedly, placing Rhiannon down on some sort of ribbed extrusion from the wall. "Fully robotic." the Nurse declared cheerfully, giving the metallic wall a good thump for good measure. Rhiannon found herself glancing over her shoulder to try and work out what they were talking about, unable to find her objections until she had an understanding of what was going on just at that moment. There was an opening chute in the wall behind her, and she was sitting on some sort of cold ribbed surface. Was it a robotic cleaning chute like a carwash? Were they just going to spray her with water? If she went under that in her towel, it would probably go completely transparent... "OK look-" she began in exasperated frustration, having had enough. The nurse however was already pressing a big red button on the wall, causing Rhiannon to gasp as the machine lurched into motion beneath her. "Wait!" she insisted, the conveyer beginning to move underneath her now. "I need to talk to you!" It was too late, she found herself suddenly whisking down the chute into the wall, the nurse and hotel worker quickly receding in a shrinking square of light. She shrieked as she plunged into darkness, having no idea what to expect, until suddenly she emerged into a tunnel dimly lit by red lights. She most definitely did not want a cleaning, all she knew was that hotel woman was in danger of leaving, and she had to get out. She turned in a panic to try and get back along the track the way she'd came, only to find that the entrance was blocked off now. Not that she could very well crawl against the power of the conveyer belt anyway, as it whisked her further along from the sealed entrance to the red tunnel. "Initiating Orphan Arrival Protocol," a feminine robotic voice declared, leaving Rhiannon gaping as she looked over her shoulder in the direction that she was travelling, stuck stupidly on all fours. It was much more advanced technology than she had expected, and she hardly knew what it was going to do, or what 'Orphan Arrival Protocol' entailed. Mechanical coils snaked up on the sides of the track, and it took Rhiannon a moment to realise that they had robotic gloved hands on the end. "Holy Shit!" she exclaimed, having never suspected such technology even existed. This foreign country was full of surprises however, and she whimpered as suddenly they came rushing towards her, seemingly intent on 'handling' her as an 'orphan arrival'. "That's impossible!" she yelled, trying to back up the track as fast she could, but unable to escape as the conveyer belt carried her forward. One of the impossible robotic hands grabbed at her towel, and the young woman shrieked, reaching over to swat it away. They could not make her naked! Even if it was a robot, there was no way she was going to be seen in the nude by it. She swatted and kicked, falling onto her back and wriggling about while hands grabbed at her, intent on taking her towel. Suddenly it had her ankles and was lifting them in the air, slipping out the towel effortlessly beneath her, while others grabbed her wrists and spread her out beyond the edges of the track, immobilizing her as she whisked along. The tourist was left laying buck naked and spread out wide, staring up in shock at the red lights whizzing over head. There was no way this was happening, she told herself. It was some kind of weird and impossible dream. A mechanical coil with a blue light on the end appeared over her, hovering in place as it seemed to take a photo of her entirety. A moment later, it began an apparent scan down the full length of her body, seemingly approving of what it saw as it continued on uninterrupted. She glanced down to watch in horror, not wanting her nude form being recorded in any sort of footage, wondering how she had come across such an impossible invention. Nobody back home knew that this kind of technology existed in foreign countries, and she was shocked to watch the robotic probe continue to scan down her torso, a seemingly well-practiced routine to it. It reached her crotch, and that was when the light turned red, as the speakers somewhere within the hall crackled to life again. "Unauthorized early growth hair," it said, sounding rather snappish for a robotic woman, while suddenly the light was moving closer to her crotch. The tourist watched in baffled horror as tiny lasers started shooting from the glowing end of the mechanical coil, obliterating her pubic hairs one by one in rapid succession. She felt the tiny stings, and cried out in outrage more than pain, seeing the singed smoke twirling up and fading away in the small red-lit tunnel. "First generation follicles decimated." the machine declared snappishloy, "Regular hair follicles will grow in at puberty." The conveyer belt started moving again, and Rhiannon gasped. Had that machine just said... Her pubic hair was obliterated until her normal batch was meant to grow in? But she had already passed puberty! What did that mean for her? Her struggle began up furiously now at the realisation that the machine had no recognition of her adulthood, and was seemingly ok with making permanent changes. It wasn't that her pubic hair was necessarily important to her, nobody ever saw it, yet it was a small but enormous change. It was a sign of her adulthood, which she realised with a gasp, was also her easy backup plan for proving her age to these orphanage people... The horrible consideration that she might actually be considered a kid now set in. She couldn't possibly be expected to stay at a lost kids home, could she..? "Oh fuck," she whispered to herself, a growing realisation of how much she might be facing getting mistaken for a kid setting in. Thrashing about in wide-eyed horror, the tourist continued until she eventually felt the struggle melting out from her. She continued down the conveyer track, held spread eagle and staring at the passing overhead LEDs in stunned silence. What if... What if her only way out now was if her mother came and got her out? The woman may be a huge bitch, but she surely wouldn't leave her there, would she? She had after all made comments about leaving Rhiannon on the mainland... But surely she would never actually go through with that, simply because she found out that the opportunity was actually real... Rhiannon suddenly had a sick twisting in her stomach, imagining actually not being able to prove her age, abandoned by her mom in a foreign country, getting stuck in an orphanage under the supervision and care of disbelieving giantesses... As she lay stunned and staring up, thinking through all the horrible possibilities, Rhiannon managed to read a passing sign overhead which said 'Hygiene Preparation." She didn't much like the sound of that, and a moment later found herself being dumped into a warm bath of water. She sat stunned for a moment, blinking around the edges of the large plastic tub which was lit against dark nothingness on all sides. Soapy robotic hands quickly emerged, and began working on her from every angle. She gasped and spluttered as they began rubbing her skin on every side, arms, legs, back, front, and shoulders, and spun onto all fours to try and get out of the tub. She only had her hands on the edge when the soft gloved mechanical hands caught her, and pulled her back in, though not without taking the opportunity to access her from new directions with her stuck on all fours. One began working up over her bottom, and the tourist shrieked, finding herself having never been so invaded in her life. Another came up between her legs, and seemed intent on rubbing her there, and she struggled futilely against robotic hands holding her ankles and wrists in place, while she got a more thorough cleaning than she ever thought possible. The remainder of her wasn't spared either, not even her face, and she squinted and sputtered as sticks of mass produced cheap soap were rubbed all over. One foot was lifted out of the water, and the hands holding the soap went to town there, leaving her gasping and laughing with terrible reluctance as they tickled, eventually putting her foot down and switching to the other. Finally it ended, and the water drained from the bottom of the tub, leaving the tourist gasping and blinking on all fours while completely naked, scrubbed clean. Mechanical hands lifted the defeated tourist from the tub, placing her gently on a flannelled segment of the conveyer belt, while she sat feeling stunned by the entire ordeal. Right now she didn't quite feel like her normal-self as a twenty year old woman, rather the foreign country had somehow left her feeling like a child who just had been correctly scrubbed and polished to perfection. The conveyer belt lurched into motion again, and she barely flinched as enormous blow dryers began passing by her in quick succession, having her dry in an instant. Blinking, now quite sure that it was all a dream, she didn't even fight back as mechanical hands pushed her onto her back. A perfumed powder began getting worked all over her, particularly under her arms, the scent suggesting that it apparently some sort of deodorant. She noted with a frown that it smelt something like what had been on her hotel bed after her mother had left, perhaps a talcum powder, with a synthetic flowery kind of smell. Eventually the rubbing into every crevice stopped, and she groaned, feeling like she'd at least get to sit back up now. Instead, the hands quickly pushed her back down, holding her in place while they lifted her legs. She frowned, disliking how her crotch felt oddly raw, her skin strangely smooth. Nothing felt quite normal right now. Something began lightly tapping on her bottom, and she struggled to lift her head to see past her raised knees, noting that she was being powdered again, albeit this time more thickly with a heavy stream pouring from a shaken canister. Dammit, she didn't need powder down there, she was hardly some gross child. She wondered when it would end in frustration. She just wanted to get out the other side, have her sit down with the nurse - hell, even if naked now - and explain what had happened. It had all been a mistake, she would surely make them see. Hell, she'd even claim that she wouldn't press charges for obliterating her pubic hair, though she wasn't sure if that was true, if they would just got her back to the hotel with minimum fuss, and away from this mechanical nightmare. Something was being moved towards her, something crinkling, and she frowned as her hips were raised, then lowered, coming down on something soft, cool, and pretty damn thick, her butt now several inches higher than it had been. Her frown deepened as she wriggled her butt, hearing the crinkle, a growing suspicion of what was intended... "No..." she whispered, lifting her head to get a look. The machine was forcing apart her thighs, adding powder to her crotch now, and placing some sort of thick pad there. Her eyes widened with suspicion as she saw what it was doing, but surely they wouldn't... She watched in horrible recognition as it lifted the front of a white disposable diaper up between her spread legs, a thick bulging plastic panel coming to meet the thick soaker pad over her crotch a moment later. "Oh no no no," she whispered, finding that there really were new levels of horror possible in this place. It was harmless, yet completely and thoroughly demeaning, and the dwarf tourist let out a small whine as mechanical hands began doing up the tapes on the side of her diaper. The thick white disposable was put on as naturally as it must have been for a million occupants of the machine before, and Rhiannon let out a small disbelieving squeal as she realised that she was getting the full treatment with no differentiation from any of the kids, that as far as the system was concerned, she was just one of them. "NO!" she whined, thrashing about weakly. There had been a lot of embarrassing things about her day since she'd gotten onto the early morning flight. But being diapered was taking it to a whole new level. Worse, it was a real kid's diaper, as best she could tell, made for Amazon babies and toddlers presumably, yet fitting her just fine. Oh how this was going to be embarrassing when she came out the other end, having to explain it all to the giantess nurse. "Hi, yes, I'm an adult woman, just ignore that I happen to be wearing a diaper which is baby sized by your standards." She couldn't possibly do this! Not go around in a disposable diaper! Yet the machine seemed to have decided for her, and hell, it scrubbed every inch of her bottom and crotch so thoroughly, she doubted that anything was going to make it change its mind now. Rhiannon stared down in disbelief at the new bulging diaper between her legs. There was a new weight pushing snugly against her crotch, which was increasing as the machine did up the last tape so tightly that it caused the large thick soaker pad to ride hard up against her. She gave a squeak as she became embarrassed for slightly different secondary reasons, wriggling slightly in response to the sensation of wearing a diaper. She gasped and considered how bad it would be if her friends ever saw her like this, fearing that everything was being recorded and put into a databank somewhere. She hoped to high heavens that there was no sort of lost child's registry or orphanage adoptions gallery put up online somewhere, or else she might be on the Internet forever, likely using a picture snapped when diapered up and looking how they expected her to be. This misunderstanding was a step too far beyond what she would ever accept. It would take her months to live down the humiliation, and hell, that was presuming she could convince them to let her go home that night, which was seeming increasingly worse in its likelihood. And what if they had no other underwear? Would they just expect her to wear the diaper until she got back? Could she walk through the hotel lobby diapered up as she was? And what if... What if she had to stay all night at an orphanage before they were willing to take her back? Would she spend it in the diaper because nobody would see anything wrong with that? Laying back down and staring up at the roof, she committed herself to explaining things as bluntly as possible as soon as she saw then nurse on the other side. She would yell, she would scream, and she would get her way in being heard, there would be no more timidness or delay. Being in a diaper was too far, and she squirmed about on her raised butt while feeling just how thick and bulky the square padding was. There would be no hiding it, it boldly declared to the whole world just what exactly it was and what kind of person she inevitably was to be wearing it. "I don't need this dammit," she moaned at the machine, seeing one of the camera probes switching from left to right to make sure that the whole thing was secured properly. The machine didn't understand or perhaps just ignored her, setting her into motion again, and sitting the tourist up while raising her arms. Something slipped down over her head, and she blinked as she realised that she was wearing a top. No, a nightie. She glanced down to find a simple grey nightie going partway down her thighs, though unfortunately not being long enough to cover her bulging diaper. "Fuck..." she hissed, tugging hopelessly to find that it couldn't go any further towards covering the thick extrusion around her crotch. There was a woosh of air, and ahead, part of the conveyer belt opened up to expose an opening to somewhere below. Rhiannon resigned herself to it, exhausted as she was, just relieved that it seemed to finally be over. She would have a firm word with the nurse, state her case as clearly as she could. She couldn't imagine the giantess taking her very seriously at first dressed in a diaper and grey orphanage nightie, but she'd just have to make sure that she was taken seriously. Laying down an ultimatum about needing to be released now or she would sue. The gap of light in the floor approached, and Rhiannon looked forward to it almost eagerly. Mechanical hands greeted her there, and gripped her to begin gently lowering her through the gap in the floor. It was dark in the room below, and she found herself being set down on something soft with an embarrassing crinkle of the thick butt of her diaper. She looked around, blinking, realising that she was in a dark room, looking up past white metal bars... Vertical white bars on all four sides, with long top bars atop those... She was sitting in a cheap orphanage crib. "Oh... Shit.." she whispered in baffled confusion, getting to her feet even as the hands rescinded into the opening of light on the roof, before it closed off, leaving her alone and trapped in the crib with no alternative way out. Standing awkwardly in her diaper, she turned about with a blush as it caused her backside and crotch to make endless crinkling noises, trying to see more of the room in the dark through the crib edges. This was bad. She might not have access to the staff from here. She began to sweat, wondering what if - oh god - what if she had to stay in the crib all night before even getting a chance to speak to one of the adults? By then, how hard would it be to sell them her story? How reluctant would they be to buy it and accept that they'd mistakenly done all that to an adult? Why, she could be stuck here for a day, even two! Before her mother finally came to get her, having to first trace where she had gone. And would... would she be expected to wear diapers for all that time? If she didn't admit her mistake? She shivered, deciding that she was overplaying things in her mind. This was all just a mix-up, there was no way they'd keep an adult dwarf in an orphanage, she shouldn't be losing her confidence in herself as she was. They'd rectify it the moment they found out, and she wouldn't let that wait until the morning. She tried to work out where the nearest door or window was, knowing that she'd need to call for them. Holding onto the edge of her crib, she glanced out, her eyes slowly adjusting. It dawned on her that there was a whole room of them, stretching off in columns and rows from where she was positioned in one far corner. "Fuck!" she hissed, shaking the edge of the crib and almost losing her footing on the soft mattress. The bulk of the diaper and the unwelcome soaker pad didn't help either, but she couldn't very well just go take that off without being naked from her pelvis down... The nightie was just too short. She tried to turn around, found it more difficult than she expected on the soft mattress, and somehow ended up plonking onto her bottom, blushing terribly as the seat of her diaper cushioned the blow. With far too much noisy crinkling, she managed to stand back up, and looked out from the other side of her crib, towards the edge of the room where she could faintly see a door awaiting. She held onto the bars, got onto her tippy toes to give her some slight extra height, and yelled as loud as she could. "Hello!? There's been some kind of mistake!" There was no reply. "There's been a mix-up!" she insisted loudly, hoping that somebody could hear her, "You have to come see me!" She waited a moment longer in the silence, and shook the edge of her crib violently. "Hello?!" she yelled, furiously rattling her cage bars. "Don't bother," a voice said, coming from behind, and Rhiannon jumped, before turning about slowly and awkwardly in her thick diaper, trying not to stumble as her feet sank into the soft mattress below, but also trying to turn as fast as she could. She found that her eyes were adjusting to the dimly lit room now, and squinted to make out somebody standing in the neighbouring crib. It was a little girl- No wait, was it... a woman! She had shoulder length brown hair, almost mistakable for a kid except for her mature speech, and Rhiannon's keen awareness of her own wrongly assigned place. She was wearing a similar grey orphanage nightie, and... fuck. A white thick disposable diaper was poking out beneath that, just like Rhiannon's own. "Hey..." the mystery neighbour began with a weak smile, sounding a little exhausted. "I'm Emily..." [Long writing break here. The story may not flow as well] Part 5 “There’s been a big mistake!” It was the first thing she said, and it was hardly very eloquent, but it at least got the woman to pause for a moment. And, Rhi reminded herself with a gulp, the figure above her was really just a slightly-older woman, despite looking like… so much more right now. She was enormous, and so well-endowed, making Rhi almost feel like she was talking to a true… No, Rhi scowled, she didn’t want to start thinking about giants in such reverent terms, especially not after what had happened on her first full day among them on vacation. “There’s been a big mistake,” she repeated, trying to hold her gaze firm and steady as the woman paused. The woman. The giantess. The damn true grownup - there, Rhi thought it - raised an eyebrow, with her hands halfway into… Rhi’s crib, as strange of a concept as that was. “Has there now?” the giantess asked, sounding slightly bemused. Rhi wasn’t sure why there was the briefest pause. Of course there’d been a mistake! She held her lip firm and gave a curt nod. “Yes. You see… I’m not actually a… Well, there was a mistake, last night, and I was too embarrassed to say anything until… Well, it was too late.” The woman waited with a raised eyebrow, and Rhi realized that it wasn’t obvious yet. “You see... I’m actually a short person - a Little - on holiday, in college actually, and there were some… misunderstandings last night… When a woman came to my hotel room.” The giantess’s expression wasn’t changing. But then, why should it? She’d just found Rhi in an orphanage crib, wearing nothing but a grey slip, and an, er, diaper… This was one of the worse morning scenarios she’d imagined, tossing and turning about all night while trying to ignore it all. “Well, I thought you might find it hard to believe, of course. A tourist? Here in, um, a diaper? In the orphanage. I know how it must seem. And a kid here almost convinced me last night that she was an adult too, gave me this whole spiel, about Little people being treated like kids here, even when bigger people know, until I realized what imaginations kids have, and noticed that she had childish spurts, so I get your skepticism. But I know.... all about the birds and the bees.” “The birds and the bees?” “Yes, well, I didn’t want to spell it out, go into full naughty detail - since that’s what a kid might do, trying to sound impressive. I thought all this through you see. But I know…” Rhi lowered her voice, and stepped forward on the mattress of her crib - well, waddled, unfortunately - “I know… about sex.” She gave the woman a serious look, then nodded and waddled back, folding her arms while trying to suppress the feeling that this was going terribly. The woman wasn’t looking very impressed at all, and Rhi felt a slight tremble in her legs. What would she do if she couldn’t get out of an orphanage, of all challenges? Well, her mother would get her, as awful as that was, but it was the worst possible scenario. At least then, Lorraine would prove useful. The giantess’s calm face wasn’t changing. “So you say you’re a grownup.” “I am a grownup!” “Hrm.” “I mean... Oh my, but… I really am!” “Hrm.” “I told you! I know about sex! I know-” She paused and glanced about with a blush. But all the other orphanage cribs had been emptied, leaving only hers in the final corner. “Well, let’s say that you’re some sort of little grown up.” “I am! Are you even considering it!?” “Do you see yourself with your nose against the wall, with a spanked bottom for lying? Obviously I’m considering it.” Rhi froze with a sudden chill right down to her feet. Did the woman just say…? The dire reality of what her situation might be - trapped in an orphanage with the presumption of being a child who needed diapers - suddenly arrived in full force. Maybe, as bad as the night had been, she hadn’t really imagined how much worse the day could follow it with. “Can’t we just…? Well, until last night I had some, er, special hair, which really would have been helpful, if you know what I mean, but-” She froze as the two big hands reached into her crib, coming right for her. No! The woman couldn’t- She was scooped up, whisked from the crib mattress like an inconsequential weight. Oh no, she’d really messed this up. Being picked up for a second time was even somehow worse than the night before - at least then it’d been a brief mix-up which she hadn’t tried to clear up, and even if she’d just worn a towel, it hadn’t been an orphanage nightie slip and an honest to high-heaven… diaper... spreading her useless, dangling little legs against the woman’s enormous body. Oh god, she found herself going right up against a huge, impossible-to-ignore bosom. Oh geeze. These giants really were big. Rhi had to somehow think, despite everything going on. If she really didn’t convince this woman, what was her day going to be like? She’d become… some sort of child in this orphanage, until her mother came to get her. Which, frankly, wouldn’t help her dwindling sense of maturity much more either. “Can’t we just somehow physically check?” she gasped, trying not to glance down. The ground was so far away! Oh, she’d better hold on… Oh dear, was that a bra strap? The giantess shook her head. “Now now, should we really go mistrusting the analysis of a machine? Especially an advanced piece of hardware like that? People are fallible and prone to all sorts of mistakes. Do you understand?” Rhi gulped. “But it measured me as a child!” “Hrm,” the woman said, looking thoughtful. “N-No! I mean, it shouldn’t have!” The woman nodded, and switched Rhi over to her other side, which left Rhi gaping. She tried to squirm to get into a better position, then blushed as a deep, heavy crinkle came from beneath her backside. “Hrm, well, perhaps you’ll have to have a little test.” “But-” “Oh, you don’t think that you could pass a maturity test then?” “I could! I’m in college! Almost graduated in fact! But it’s not what I- Well, what kind of test?” “A simple one if you’re really a big girl,” the giantess cooed, placing Rhi onto the edge of a table with a no-nonsense efficiency in her eyes. “Why don’t you show me what a good, zero-drama resident you can be today, first of all? That seems a good baseline demonstration of maturity, don’t you think? The ability to obey.” “Well, er- That sounds like an... all day sort of… Like you don’t even beli… What I’m trying to say is-” Rhi went silent as the giant woman picked up a heavy wooden hairbrush. Her imagination went into overdrive, and she suddenly imagined having stories which she could never tell her friends about this land... But the giantess simply began brushing Rhi’s hair. Rhi blinked as the vaguely-familiar ritual. The smell of diaper powder all over the table wafted into her nostrils, and suddenly it was like all the years inbetween had been a dream, which she was finally waking from. For a brief moment, everything was in its proper place, as she squirmed against the hair brush with the unavoidable bulk between her legs, with the clear placating tone from the giantess during the conversation, in a conclusion which had rather ignored her insistences of maturity... But no, she wasn’t some- Her head jerked slightly as the woman brushed a knot, accompanied with an embarrassing crinkle below her, and for a brief second, the strange deja vu arrived in full force. She slipped out of the daze to find the woman working something into her hair. Hair bands? Rhi’s hair was going to be put into big pony tails! Okay, this was just about the worst of her imagined morning scenarios as she’d tossed and rolled all night, trying not to feel like a lost toddler, but it seemed like there was at least a path to fixing this catastrophic situation... “So I, er, just have to act normally and maturely? Not like some fussy - owe! - kid? I, um, wouldn’t want the other staff to - owe! - think I’m actually some little g… Well, you know? It must be kind of hard to tell the difference, at your size, but at least you know- Hey! What are you doing?!” “All children have to have their diaper checked, we don’t know if it’s dry just because you told a story, now do we?” Rhi opened her mouth, then went silent and red as a heavy hand pressed on her diapered crotch, giving a deep, tell-tale crinkle that she was still dry. Was it wrong to feel slightly proud that she’d proven that she could keep her diaper dry? Well, not her diaper - their diaper - she reminded herself. She didn’t have diapers, this was just a big mixup. Which she’d get fixed soon, wouldn’t she…? Considering the woman’s check-up, she somehow really didn’t seem very convinced. Rhi glanced away desperately while the amazon continued to push and poke her diaper, checking the front, and then - embarrassingly - the back. She’d just have to try the test then. There wasn’t really any other option. Making a fuss seemed like it would work against the test as well. Still, she hoped that the woman would at least treat her kind of like- “All dry! Who’s a good girl?” Rhi blushed as her cheek was pinched. Okay, so maybe there was a slight chance that the woman really didn’t believe her at all… If that was even possible after Rhi’s eloquent speech. But she supposed to them, she must look… quite small, and ready to be taken care of. Beside these giants, one felt suddenly so.. unendowed. Almost like they were the real and proper-... No! She couldn’t think like that. She was almost finished with college! She’d make them see! She fidgeted on her puffed-up underpants as huge hands began sneaking towards the hem of her short grey nightie. Oh dear. Well, the woman probably wouldn’t have her mind changed on dressing her, if she’d done the whole diaper check routine. Rhi turned red, trying to ignore what was happening as the nightie was pulled away. Well, at least now she could get out of this ridiculous diaper, and show a bit more of what she usually looked like... --- “Tag! You’re it!” Rhi actually squealed, having been doing her best to hide and ignore all this ‘playtime’ stuff. The oversized child thundered off down the colourful play aisle, leaving Rhi standing and gaping. Er, no way was she- She glanced desperately over at the new woman on play duty, who had been given the briefest summary of the test conditions by her predecessor, and seemed perhaps even less impressed. Rhi looked for some assistance, or at least some excuse to not have to partake, considering… The woman seemed to sense her eyes on her, and glanced up over her book - Child Rearing From Years of Experience. “Play nicely. Aren’t you supposed to be showing what a mature girl you are? Or that you don’t need those diapers at the least?” Rhi opened her mouth, then closed it. She yanked at the hem of her short denim dress covered in elephant prints, trying to pull it back down over the thick, obvious diaper. There’d been no convincing either giantess of doubting the machine’s determination on that matter especially - they simply weren’t going to believe an apparent child over a machine, not when it came to ‘something as critical as your diapers, young miss.’ The new woman seemed to perhaps not quite understand the extent of the maturity which Rhi was even trying to convey. Well, maybe that was strangely better, if her ‘supervising adult’ didn’t know the full embarrassing truth, given how Rhi looked. Blushing - but at least with the slightly-less-terrible misunderstanding on her side - Rhi set off at a waddle. Ok, she’d just get this game over, then could go back to thinking like an adult. All she had to do was, well, get about in her ridiculous getup, making sure that her dress didn’t ride up too much... Goodness, it was hard to walk in this bulky diaper. With her big waddle, she knew that she must have looked kind of… well… cute. Cute. That was what the first giantess had said about the denim dress. ‘It will make you look cute.’ Rhi had whined that she didn’t even want to look cute, before remembering to not create a fuss as the woman had fixed her with a stare. Feeling cute was admittedly… quite different, and Rhi couldn’t deny that she’d had brief moments of… exploration. Just a wiggle of her butt, to see what it felt like. Even just briefly looking at the huge pile of toys and considering what it might be like to not have to worry about... Rhi’s eyes widened, and she shook her head. She continued searching in the stupid game she’d been roped into with honest-to-god kids, and for a moment worried that the crinkles of her thick diaper would give her away. But a lot of the other kids here were in diapers, it seemed. Well, not ‘other kids’ she reminded herself again, she wasn’t one of them. At least, not technically. What would a local little even do if they got mixed up in this situation, and didn’t have somebody like her mother to bust her out? She supposed they’d just be stuck as a kid for awhile, though would eventually prove that they didn’t need the diapers and such, before long. Well, unless they had an accident. But maybe… maybe it was kind of right for the giants to take care of somebody like that, to give focused love and attention in an environment which suited them. The exact right path was kind of unclear, now that she thought about it. It was a bit unnerving how she could kind of squint and see how Littles could be slotted into this place with some mix-ups. A lot of the diapered ones in particular had looked eerily like littles from back home at brief glimpses, but Rhi told herself that she was just projecting, that she was just on edge of being caught out like this, of anybody ever knowing what had happened during her vacation, and that giant kids would obviously look a bit more mature in general, given how, well, endowed the giants tended to be. She waddled on, then froze as she caught a glimpse of her reflection. Her mouth dropped. No wonder they didn’t believe her. A silly girl with big pigtails and spread bare legs was looking back at her. The denim dress was like a little triangle, with a rather obvious bulge. The flat shoes and frilly-socks actually looked cute. Rhi spun away, and stumbled from the play-mirror. No wonder the giants hadn’t believed her. She could see exactly what they saw when looking at her. Even she’d struggled to see an adult there. The idea of a woman who’d almost finished college was almost laughable. And all her idiotic nonsense about not talking directly about sex to seem more mature… What had she been thinking? Rhi began sweating, and was halfway down a colourful play aisle, surrounded by bright fluro plastic walls, when somebody stumbled from a stack of toys. He blinked at her, and then quickly rushed off with a waddle, due to the obvious bulge beneath his blue shortalls. It was that thumb sucker boy! Well, she’d been a bit surprised, but would catch him easily. She- Rhi paused, and frowned. She had been very surprised, it turned out - was her diaper… getting wet? Growing heavier still from the shock? She managed to quickly get ahold of herself, then stood there with her legs spread wide, her eyes bulging, and tried to think. Yes, she’d had that big sippy cup. She’d wanted to argue about it, though the other kids, er, the real kids, had been around her in the awful highchairs by then, and she’d been too embarrassed to make a scene. Besides, the whole morning routine from hair brushes and cribs to being dressed and diaper checks to highchairs was feeling so oddly familiar by then anyway, she’d kind of just gone along with it, like a regular one of the kids. What was one more sippy cup on such an odd morning? Well, except now she had a sopping wet diaper, which was the single grossest thin- Oh god! She’d been trying to prove that she was big enough to be out of diapers now. That she was an adult! With her eyes wide, she resumed the hunt, trying not to think about it. But it was quite impossible to ignore the soaking wet diaper, nor the ease with which she’d suddenly flooded herself when quite surprised. The vacation was going absolutely nothing like she’d expected. She managed to tag another kid, before returning sheepishly to the woman on supervision duty. The amazon glanced over the book as Rhi approached, waddling and unable to meet the giantess’s eyes. “I um-” “Again?” Rhi blinked, then shook her head. “N-No, that’s the thing. I don’t actually normally-” The supervising woman sighed, and scooped her up. Rhi felt a moment of vertigo, but quickly grabbed on, daring to glimpse at the giant face beside her to plead her case. “I honestly don’t know what… How... I had a big drink you see, but maybe there was something more in it. Like how apple juice can have that effect on some people. Maybe it’s okay normally, because nobody would notice the effect on kids, since they’re all already diapered anyway, but then-” She realized that she was being laid down on a changing table. Wait, the woman couldn’t seriously be- An open box of wet wipes was pulled up close beside her, and a loose white tissue was taken from the top of the box. “No no, this isn’t-” The woman grabbed a tape, and tore it from the diaper. “How many times is this now? You’re better off this way actually, since adopting parents tend to prefer you kids who are still in diapers.” Rhi turned pink. The woman was talking about adoptions, and like she was some regular… Well, not to mention like she needed diapers! “I don’t, um, actually-” The woman shook her head. “Honey, it’s cute the first few times, but this denialism about your diapers, this fantasy of being a big girl, it’s not something which you should continue. Do you think a big girl would have a soaking wet diaper? Don’t you think it’s time to face the reality of what you are?” Rhi furrowed her brow. First few times..? Fantasy? The woman was getting her mixed up. Last night she’d come into the orphanage, and then today made that deal with the morning change woman, or whoever. Oh wait, no, that wasn’t last night. She’d been here for at least a few days, hadn’t she? Trying to negotiate better deals with the giants, trying to get them to understand. But they never did. Kept believing that she was a kid. Insisted on it in fact. Wait, had she actually used her diaper more than once? Why did that memory feel vaguely… uncomfortably familiar? The giantess was suddenly turning a screen on an extendable arm to sit in front of Rhiannon. “Well, time for your cartoons again I guess. They’ll make you sleepy for another early night, and we can try again tomorrow.” Rhi’s frown turned into a vacant stare, and she felt a bit of drool on her lip, then her thumb going into her mouth. The next thing she recalled was being lowered into her crib, in what was obviously a different - and thicker - diaper. Where? How long? She was getting sleepy so quickly, but suddenly realized in a panic that it had been weeks? Months? Even, possibly, years? They were ‘fixing’ her of her silly wrong notions of adulthood, baggage from a bad dream in another land. She’d never forget that dream, but she’d learn to not hold onto it so tightly, to not create a fuss when she was out in public with her new Mommy or Daddy. Sure she would remember that time, but her reality would be here and now, sitting in a stroller and sucking her thumb. They claimed to know her true-self better than she ever had... She tried to roll over in her crib, but her diaper was too thick. With a frown, she wondered if they might be hypnotizing her. With a burst of firmness, she deciding that this time she would remember tomorrow. She’d break the cycle of confusing forgetfulness as she started each new day. But how? How could she- She felt a pressure at her backside, and was already pushing. She quickly put a stop to that. Goodness no, she didn’t want to- It dawned on her that it could be her reminder. A messy diaper in the morning. A break from the routine. But no, that was too gross, there was no way that she could- The moment of consideration was all it took, the battle had already been only barely held on against. The strange sensation invaded the rear of her diaper, and her eyes widened. She’d done this before, she realized, but it obviously hadn’t helped. As the orphanage had helped ‘fix’ her, she’d done unspeakable things multiple times, which she never wanted to remember. Yes, she’d stood with her hands on her head and with a stinging bottom multiple times. She’d had group baths and even joined in games and sing alongs. They didn’t always restart her, tomorrow she’d probably have to experience this messy diaper in all its non-glory. And it was far from the first time. She was getting quite good at being a diaper-wearing child, and suspected that she was almost ‘fixed’, and ready to be adopted out. They were ‘helping’ her, by washing away her silly strength of rebellion! But she’d never forget, just accept that this was better for her. But... if she’d been here all this time... Where in the universe was her mother..? --- Part 6 “And then what happened? She frowned, and seemed to stare beyond him. “Well then… the giant amazon woman announced that we would leave my hotel room. That they needed to keep an eye on me while I was in the country, since I was so ‘rude’.” “What did you say?” “Well… They’d just spanked me! And just tossed away my panties like they were nothing. I wasn’t quite thinking str… well… I agreed, and apologized for my behaviour.” “So you felt bad? You’d say the spanking worked?” Lorraine furrowed her brow. “Well, I didn’t really have a ch-” “And then what happened?” “Well, they tried the bathroom door, but it was locked. My… travelling companion… was in there, but wouldn’t answer, so we left.” “Just like that?” Lorraine turned pink, and stared down at the ground past her feet. “Well… They said that if I was riding in their car, and had proved to be such an immature little g… Well, they couldn’t take any risks, and so I was put into diapers… And marched out just like that…” He nodded firmly, then glanced down to jot something in his notepad. She watched, squirming. She still couldn’t get comfortable. Finally he looked back up, staring calmly through his thin glasses - small on his face, but enormous to her. “And how did that make you feel?” Her eyes widened, and she shook slightly. “Well - like a child of course! I was marched through the hotel lobby in a diaper and toddler’s dress. Strapped into an oversized baby’s car seat! Driven away while lying back and unable to even see a thing! There was another kid there, who I realized after awhile was another little, that it’s actually... sort of thing here…” “Yes, you’ve mentioned her,” he said, glancing down at his notes, “Penelope?” She blushed, and diverted her eyes back down to the carpet, then nodded. “My sister. We’re in ballet class together.” “Still?” “Well, obviously, not anymore,” she said, furrowing her brow, “But it still feels like it. Our teacher is a strict foreign woman called Mrs Brunelle.” “And how do you think she felt about you?” “Well, er, she wanted to help teach us.” “And do you think she’d be distressed if she found out you ran away?” Lorraine began squirming. “Well, I mean, I can’t…” “Do you think they’ve helped you at all? By re-parenting you?” Lorraine felt her breath catch, as she saw a flash of images, from standing in her crib and obediently saying goodnight to her Mommy and Mama, to the kisses, to the baths and changes, to the declarations that she surely wasn’t a big girl, now was she? She’d had to agree, considering that she was standing beside the park playground with mud on her knees and an overloaded diaper which desperately needed a change... Finally she frowned. “Well, I don’t want their help.” He raised his eyebrows. “You don’t appreciate when people give their help? That’s not very mature now, is it?” “Well, no, but I’m not a ch… I don’t need, er, diapers.” She shifted about, still trying to get comfortable, unable to escape that memory. She’d been in diapers for so long now. It was a wonder if she’d ever get back to feeling that panties were normal. “I mean, I got by without them for a long time.” “Well maybe you did need them, and didn’t really know it.” She gaped. What kind of... “But I’m not a… child!” “Hrm.” “I have a job!” She suddenly blushed, and stared down past her feet again. “Well, I guess it’s gone now, so I don’t. But having that already proved that I’m not really a child.” “Hrm, I suppose a child isn’t defined by their size, are they?” “Exactly! They-” “It’s more a matter of maturity, isn’t it? After all, a person could grow up short, but still be an adult. And a child could be quite large, yet display their immaturity, though that seems less likely.” “Well, er, I-” “And perhaps you just weren’t very mature, isn’t that possible?” She frowned, and squirmed again. What kind of session was this? She considered getting down from the huge seat, but didn’t seem to quite have it in her. “Lilly-Anne.” She frowned, but couldn’t meet his eyes. “That’s not really my na-” “Would you say that, overall, you’ve been much more polite since you came to this country?” She stared at the carpet, seeing flashes of moments, of her standing on the sidewalk, thanking a woman who had complimented her for her strawberry tights which stretched over her obvious, bulging diaper, to thanking the teen who babysat sometimes for changing her overloaded triple-thick Waddlers disposable, to only blushing and not mouthing back as the women at the salon pinched and kissed her cheeks just about every month, to thanking the worker man who had spanked her when she whined about her new crib being put in - she’d after all tried to sneak out from her mattress-protected children’s single bed a few times - to holding up her bag at halloween and sweetly asking for vegetable treats along with her sister, dressed as Anna and Elsa, knowing that Mommy and Mama were watching from behind them with Mr Spanky the Paddle in the ever-present big “Just In Case” diaper bag, to even thanking the big lady from down the street who had replaced all her chocolate easter eggs with mashed carrots and prunes and pea ‘eggs’ after she’d taken part in the easter hunt in her large, beautiful yard, and even found a few - knowing that not participating would be punishable from Mommy & Mama, who were helping her learn to be a good girl. The former rental property manager frowned into vacant space as she recalled that memory. “I guess I’ve learned to be a lot more polite, but-” “You really have turned out remarkably like any little who grew up here,” he suddenly beamed, placing down his pen. She smiled briefly at the compliment, then frowned and looked down. “But I’m not actually a ba-” “Does she want her rattle? Yes she does!” A yellow plastic sunflower on a green shaft was suddenly held in front of her, and she couldn’t help but giggle and reach out for it. In a moment of panic, she realized that this man was just as bad as Mommy and Mama. Well, she’d somehow gotten away from them at least, so maybe now that she was- “You’ve done very well, ma’am. Sometimes it takes extensive sessions with specialized cartoons to bring out the truer child this well.” Lorraine sucked on the plastic rattle, and wondered who he was talking to. No matter how she wriggled, she couldn’t seem to get comfortable, or to escape the memory of diapers. “Thank you,” a deep, womanly voice said from behind her. From so very close… She glanced down, over her rattle - which was already shimmering with drool - and saw two very big womanly hands around her middle. Like she was being held… There was a bounce, and Lorraine heard a familiar crinkle. “Did you hear that Lilly-Anne? The man researching littles from overseas says you’re a natural!” Lilly-Anne felt a terrible dread in her stomach, and realized that she was sitting on a huge lap. She’d never escaped Mommy, and was in fact still wearing the extra thick super Waddlers that Mama brought back from her trips as a flight attendant overseas, from the country where all littles had to be diapered by law, where there was no hope of escape once littles in a family moved there. She dared glanced up, and saw the familiar, beautiful, angular feminine face of Mommy there. One of the biggest women she’d ever seen - even here, in this country. “Baby wants a kiss!” came the familiar, deep, sing-song voice. Lilly-Anne’s panic came out as a stupid giggle, and she tried to squirm away. The kisses began on her cheek, and she quickly relented, having lived this many times before. It was her true life, and the stuff before was just a dream. From before the vacation had changed her. And she knew that she shouldn’t have tried to disobey Mommy, the subliminal thoughts in her mind would mean that - oh, there it was. She filled her diaper with a heavy load. A precise part of her training which had really helped bring her in line quickly as their second angel. “Well,” the big man said, “Thank you for letting me interview her.” He adjust his glasses, and glanced down at Lilly with a smile. “Parental methods have really come a long way recently.” Mommy smiled - an act which gave off such a radiance that Lilly-Anne could feel it even while looking blushingly at the man - then gave a bounce with her lap again. “Thank you. We love her to bits. Now, you mentioned that you thought that you had a connection to her story?” “Hrm, yes,” the man said, flipping his notebook to another page. “If you’re really moving overseas-” Mommy smiled again. “To where these diapers are made.” Lilly-Anne stiffened. “Ah yes. Nice place. Well, if you’re really moving over there, I thought that you might want to see this one last connection before you go.” The pleased beaming was positively radiant. “Sure, we can come right now if you’d like.” The man smiled, and stood and gestured at the door. Lilly-Anne blinked, and found herself hugged against Mommy as she stood as well, and they exited the small pediatric & littles’ care office. Mama looked up from one of the chairs in the waiting room, where she’d been entertaining Penelope on her lap with a rattle. “Oh, are we ready to go?” Mommy hoisted Lilly-Anne into the double-seater stroller. “We’ll drive. The doctor is going to lead the way.” --- Lilly-Anne saw the huge orphanage approaching, and felt a clenching in her stomach. She’d heard from the littles who ended up in those places, of the way that they spent months or years sometimes in group childhood situations, with no glimpses of anything else, becoming perfect children in a complete and difficult way. But then, she supposed, it wasn’t that much different from all the other way that littles became ‘children’ in this land. None of them were great, but all of them seemed successful. She wedged herself upright in her carseat, trying to ignore Penelope playing with her animal noise buttons, and stared. But they drove straight past, and it proved just to be the first big feature outside of the sprawling town which they were driving into. She flopped back into the chair, and sighed with exhaustion. It just wasn’t designed to give littles a view of anything going on outside of their toys and play buttons. She soon mimicked Penelope, playing with the spinning shapes and animal noise buttons, losing herself in them while trying not to add to her already-overloaded diaper. The cow went moo, and she giggled. She caught a glimpse of Mommy and Mama glancing back and beaming in the overhead mirror. It felt as though they crested a major hill, and she soon saw tall townhouses looming outside the window. She felt she’d visited this place, maybe about two years ago, when Mommy and Mama had taken her and her sister to the beach and its small wading pools. Sure enough, the masts of yachts soon pulled into view. But they continued past those, up another hill. Lilly-Anne grew bored of her toys, and began sucking on her thumb, trying to ignore the state of her diaper. When they finally pulled to a stop, she was exhausted. The doctor went to talk to the owner of the tall brown house looming on the hill beside the ocean, while she and her sister were changed in the back of the car. He had called ahead evidently, as Lilly-Anne could hear an enthusiastic greeting from a woman who met him on the big lawn. With a fresh diaper and series of kisses, Lilly-Anne’s exhaustion gave way to a more common fatigued obedience. Mommy and Mama changed them into some of their poofy party dresses, for when they met visitors and new people, and they were helped down from the back of the car. They each took a grownup hand - Penelope on Mama and Lilly-Anne with Mommy - and began waddling towards the house. The man in glasses was smiling and talking to a well-dressed giantess there, who was beaming back and touching her arms every so often, having an animated discussion in excited tones. Finally she spotted the girls arriving, and beamed down. The man made the introductions. “Penelope. Lilly-Anne. This is Mrs Prudence.” The girls had their hands released, and they each performed a little curtsy and bow of their head. Lilly-Anne was grateful for her fresh diaper, even if it still made the whole act quite clumsy and awkward, and she stumbled a bit. Even with extensive ballet training, she just couldn’t learn to move gracefully in a diaper. “Aww,” the woman cooed, beaming. Then she raised her hands, and gave a few sharp claps beside her head, turning her attention to the side of the house. They all looked over at a fence gate for a moment, then it was opened and five children waddled out, supervised with two busty amazon women. Two boys and three girls moved in an obedient line, not needing any herding. They quickly lined up, all wearing an infantile version of sailor uniforms - white shorts on the boys which didn’t cover the tops of the diapers, and white skirts on the girls which covered nothing except the tops of the diapers. Lilly-Anne supposed they were all littles, once she stared closely enough. Mrs Prudence beamed, and rubbed two of their heads, then turned to the guests. She and Penelope knew the drill. They started at the front of the line, introducing themselves with smaller curtsies than they’d given Mrs Prudence, shaking hands, and complementing the sailor outfits. Their party dresses with ballerina-prints were complemented in return, and they explained each time with a slightly different story about how they’d won the sisters ballet contest at the big auditorium last month, and had trophies now. Despite herself, Lilly-Anne felt the slightest bit proud. Penelope greeted the last while Lilly-Anne waited, then she moved along. She paused then, and after a moment her mouth fell open as she stared at the final sailor girl. She was almost unrecognizable, it had been so long. Rhiannon had an adorable little pixie-cut beneath a white beret, and a short white sailor dress which did nothing to cover the huge diaper. She cocked her head in return, and looked in confusion at the salon-transformed toddler in front of her. They stared for a moment. Suddenly the girls burst into simultaneous yowling. “This is all your fault!” “MY fault?? If you hadn’t been so-” “Oh so now it’s MY f-” “CHILDREN.” The girls ducked their heads and stepped away quickly, looking down sheepishly at the ground. They still traded sideways glances however, and suddenly Lilly-Anne grabbed out and yanked at a handful of hair, right as the other girl made a grab for Lilly-Anne’s outfit. The adults were furious, rushing to scoop them up. With the diapered little whisked up by her hands and given an angry glare, Mrs Prudence looked up and was suddenly incredible apologetic. “She’s sometimes just a bit tantrumy. But she’s getting better. Dr Lipton here says that she’s one of the best for her background, in fact.” Mommy nodded in return. “Yes, mine’s the same. Similar backgrounds and all that.” The adults nodded, then Mrs Prudence quickly carried her little sailor girl away under her arm, while Mommy returned to the car. She wouldn’t use Mr Paddle today, this required a bare-handed spanking. --- When they regathered, the two girls were much better behaved. They danced a little when they were put down, grabbing at their bottoms, and only gave each other disapproving glances with raised noses. The littles were left to mingle, and the adults moved to the side to talk. Mrs Prudence watched with an eagle-eye, and caught her own sailor-doll’s behaviour. “Rhimi still needs the occasional sorting out,” the giantess said with a shake of her head, “But I see the similarities in them, and why they both needed care.” Mommy nodded. “Their background seems to have given similar problems. It looks like we’ve both done a wonderful job with them though.” Mrs Prudence beamed, and pulled out her purse to show a few photos of her kids, including Rhimi. “See here? She had such fun with the day-school play. She played the princess, and we had to let her wear her princess-dress at home and call her Your Highness for a week.” Mommy laughed deep and loud, and the littles all glanced up with a blush, as if having forgotten that the adults were there. Mrs Prudence beamed. “You are normally a very good girl for you Mommy, isn’t that right Rhimi?” The tiny sailor girl nodded sheepishly, and began playing with the hem of her sailor dress. “Hello Rhimi!” Mommy beamed, “You seem like such a good girl!” Lilly-Anne stared and had to admit that it was true. They’d done a far better job with Rhiannon than she’d ever managed to do, despite all her talk. The adults chatted for a time, and the littles went back to mingling shyly amongst themselves. Rhimi and Lilly-Anne avoided each other, giving stern glances until they seemed to grow a bit bored of even that, as if realizing whatever had been between them before no longer mattered, and that they were new people now. “Well, we won’t keep you any longer,” Lilly-Anne’s Mommy eventually declared, glancing at the littles who were being fussed over by the house’s two nannies. “We’ve exhausted the little-ones, and we have a flight to catch tomorrow.” “Still,” Dr Lipton interjected, “It was good to observe the meeting. I suspected that this would help resolve one niggling remainder.” The women nodded, having grasped enough of the situation. Rhimi began playing with her fingers, while Lilly-Anne toyed with how low she could pull her dress over her diaper, as if suddenly realizing there were so many people looking at her, only to stop when scolded by her Mama. Fifteen minutes later, they’d said their goodbyes, and Rhimi and Lilly-Anne had even managed to perform a little curtsy to each other before the beaming adults. They seemed almost bored by then, and the fury from earlier had dissipated. Lilly-Anne and Penelope were strapped into their carseats, and the adults exchanged some final pleasantries and explained their intentions to move overseas the next day. Rhimi glanced back from where the five littles were being rounded up by the nannies. She paused for a moment, seeming to think, and then seemed to lose interest as a nanny called her along, telling her that there was a bowl of warm cocoa rice inside with her name on it. She quickly hurried off, seeming to let go of her interest in the strange visitors behind her. Lilly-Anne barely heard the exchange, catching a glimpse of them leave, then finally shrugged, and turned her attention back to her own toys. She was better than that dumb baby at least. Perhaps if she spun them right, she could get them to all form a line as they drove off over the hill, and then they’d begin spinning as they went back down. She glanced over at her sister, who had seemed to have had the same thought, and was watching her. Oh, so it was a competition then. Lilly frowned into her pacifier, then turned her attention to her carseat toy bar. She wasn’t about to be out-done, even in childhood, even as she knew that a whole new stage of her new life awaited tomorrow. She’d learned to embrace it, it never stopped getting any crazier. Epilogue The car set off, and drove over the hill, taking the two diapered littles. Inside, five littles were being strapped into highchairs, and watched as mushy chocolate-rice was scooped into plastic bowls, and allowed to cool for a time. The fifth girl, a little sailor, glanced to the window, hearing the engine disappear, then clapped and giggled the loudest tonight. The trained behaviour came easily when she thought about what a dumb baby her annoying mother had at least been turned into. She looked at her new Mummy with a kind of awe as the giantess - the true adult woman - entered the room, beaming in her radiant, powerful way, and began assisting the two nannies. A moment later, the little in the highchair blushed as the bouncing proved a bit energetic, and she’d made a state in her diaper. She almost didn’t want to eat rice now, but Nanny was approaching, with a plastic bowl and ready spoon, and she’d be expected to lift her bottom up and open her mouth again and again… For a brief moment, she thought one last angry thought about the figure who had left in the car, and an entire life before flashed back to clarity, of college friends who had probably graduated by now and not even noticed that she never came back for some later semester. Realizing that she had a very full diaper, Rhiannon scrunched her nose, and began to tantrum. These moments where she focused on the full reality were hard, but she at least had her answer now, about why her mother had never come to get her out, and realized just how trapped she was. Rhiannon had been so smug about going overseas, on a rare vacation, and now had been changed into a baby. She supposed it was an honor really, to be the focus of such specialized research, but that didn’t console her much as Nanny fetched the spanking paddle, and she accidentally lowered herself into her waiting, full diaper, knowing that tomorrow would be no different, nor the day after that, because she was a baby now, and it was perhaps the exact truth of her identity which they'd teased out, here in this land that she'd been so smug about vacationing in.

I thought I'd try my hand at it. No motorbike or Chase in it sorry, not sure how I'd draw those two. She's also less 'peaking', and 'rushing to the window' in my version.

Yeah I was being semi-sarcastic ;). The whole point of fetish fiction to me is to explore other possibilities, other worlds where the rules are different, where people have different levels of depth and wants, as vehicles for particular subsets of reader desires. e.g. "Are you torn between being an AB and being the opposite? Well this is handy, here's a world where the decision is made for you."

I don't think Chase is so bad. She just sees Emily's true calling in the scheme of things, and will help her realize and embrace it, is all.

This story remains a favourite, and inspired a few bits of artwork which I thought I'd repost following the board crash.

Reposted these due to the great board crash of 2017.

Reposting some old stories due to the great board crash of 2017. Heya all. My attempt at doing another Christmas story somehow turned into finishing a Legend-of-Korra-inspired story. While it’s loosely based on the characters (and where they ended up), in a slightly parallel universe with different names and event ordering, watching the show isn't necessary, it was just used as inspiration for people and relationships. --- Kara fell to her knees. Around her, soldiers rushed to put out fires, while followers of the enemy general surrendered. There, it was done. She’d prevented a war, though had exhausted most of her power to do so. Footsteps drew closer, and she recognized the stylish boots of Esammi, once a romantic rival, but now an instrumental help during the recent months. It was at least somebody who she could trust. Kara let herself collapse. She was unable to give any more today, and just hoped that her depleted power would return. --- Kara sat on her bed, staring out the window. On a whim, she lifted a hand and tried to cause a disturbance in the air. Nothing. Her powers were gone. She was entirely average. Her life had been about preparing for her destiny as a generational hero, and yet now she was finished. She’d never even imagined that that there was an ‘after’ for being a hero, but the depletion of her power seemed final. All the experts agreed. She turned to the opening door. Esammi entered, carrying a tray of steaming tea. “How are you feeling today Kara?” Kara managed a weak smile. Esammi had done so much, and had been there for her for everything lately. It felt wrong not to at least try to match the older girl’s enthusiasm. “Still the greatest power in the land, deep down.” “Oh I’m sure,” Esammi purred, though it seem kind of like she was indulging a child. “And your bed? Do we have a mattress that needs checking?” Kara blushed and glanced away. “It was only one time Esammi.” The mattress suddenly sunk as the taller girl sat beside her, and Kara blinked when she realized that Esammi had begun stroking her hair. “There there,” she purred, “You had a big destiny, and now you’ve done it. It’s okay to be a bit… worn out.” Kara nodded slowly, letting herself be stiffly pulled into a cuddle. She still hadn’t worked out exactly what ‘this’ was between her and Esammi. Hadn’t they once been rivals over the same guy? Could Esammi have actually been more... bisexually inclined... all that time? Kara lay against the older girl’s chest with an awkward stiffness, not knowing what to do. She wasn’t really, er, like that herself, but had come to depend on Esammi’s help and care recently, before and after the big battle. “I um-” “Shh. Just a poor worn out thing, all exhausted. And look, it seems the mattress is a bit damp.” Kara blinked, and looked down. She hadn’t felt- Oh, dear, when had that happened? It felt like it was spreading beneath her just now, but she hadn’t even- “Roll away for me dear, let’s not dampen those nice blue pants.” Kara found herself rolled towards the window, wishing that she could move herself more. But it was odd, if she’d wet then shouldn’t the pants themselves already be more soaked than- She suddenly gasped and jumped as a sponge was pressed on her backside, and began dabbing. Oh my, Esammi really was pushing this caretaker role. “There. Kara is all better.” She found herself being rolled back into another hug, landing on a crinkling sheet which hadn’t been there before. Had Esammi had that already...? “Why don’t we work on responding to favours, Kara, now that you’re on regular level?” “I, um-” “Just basic thank yous and pleases, I mean, so that I know that you’re learning how to navigate the regular word. I just want what’s best for you.” Kara blushed, finding herself pinned against the older girl’s chest, staring out blankly over looming cleavage. “Um, thank you Esammi.” “My pleasure dear. We just need to work on your manners, since when you were all-powerful you never quite made time for them. But it’s what’s best.” Kara nodded dumbly. If Esammi said so. She didn’t really have anything else going for her right now, and had become so dependent on her former rival since that big day. At least it wasn’t just her alone with the doctors and nurses in this cramped half-collapsed hospital. Though Esammi had paid big bucks, ensuring that she had the very best care. “Now, I want you back in bed,” Esammi cooed, lowering Kara back onto the mattress, “And all rested up. We have a big trip soon.” Kara squirmed for a moment on the plastic sheet, knowing that she wouldn’t get back up again easily now. “We do?” “Yes. I thought some time in the mountain retreats might be good for you. Nobody lives down there anymore, and the high altitude could help. Just us. Won’t that be nice?” Kara nodded slowly, not sure what to think. At least there’d be nobody else to witness these embarrassing exchanges between her and Esammi, and she could keep them to herself until she recovered. But what if… what if she had actually read Esammi right, and the former rival really was interested in her as… more than friends? Kara had always been so action-oriented, so hyper focused on battle, she’d never entertained many thoughts about other girls in general, let alone in that sense. If Esammi really was asking her… on a date, she’d be rather trapped. She shivered, wondering why she didn’t object more. “That sounds good, Esammi.” The tall raven-haired beauty beamed down, stroking some of Kara’s own hair from her face. “Getting so polite already. We’ll make a civilized girl out of you yet.” With that, she suddenly leaned down and planted a kiss on Kara’s forehead, her warmth becoming close and oppressive for a moment. The former hero blushed and squirmed, but told herself it was nothing to worry about. Esammi was into boys, it was probably all just platonic care. -- “Yes, just her and I,” Esammi smiled, directing the airship captain to turn towards the great mountain retreat on their right. “It’s going to be a very special time.” Kara blushed in her wheelchair, sitting on the flight deck behind the standing captain and wealthy heiress. At least Esammi hadn’t been saying this kind of stuff to anybody else on the way - only this hired captain from the last port, who didn’t even know who they were. The last thing she needed was some notion getting out that she was a… lesbian. She’d already had to fend off advances by women as well as the men, being the hero of destiny tended to draw the full spectrum of attention. “Well, you two have fun,” the captain said, with far too much implication, bringing the airship down beside the mansion. “Thank-you!” Esammi beamed, then turned to take her customary position behind the wheelchair handles. “The rest of our things have already been delivered.” The captain gave an impressed whistle, seeming to realize just how rich Esammi was to have arranged all this. Perhaps he’d worked out who she was, though that didn’t mean that he’d realize who Kara was too. The world wasn’t looking for her sitting uselessly in a wheelchair, doted over by a wealthy young heiress. Kara’s spinning thoughts were interrupted as the chair jerked to life, aiming down the ramp for the ancient monastery sitting atop the flat mountain. She winced, realizing that this place really wasn’t made for wheelchairs, at least not in the sense that she’d be able to do much by herself. A large chunk of it had been turned into a private estate, which sat beautifully among the clouds. She could see why Esammi would be drawn to it. The girl liked her beautiful things. They passed by a reflective metal post used for anchoring, and Kara saw her own reflection, looking slumped and worn out in the wheelchair. Did Esammi see something beautiful there too? The reflection pulled away as Esammi turned them to watch the departing airship. It rose, then dropped into the lower layers of clouds. They continued staring for a moment, Kara’s heart beating faster, when suddenly Esammi giggled. “In we go!” Kara squirmed slightly, only being stilled as Esammi reached down to take her hand once again, raising it to hold at her shoulder. There seemed to be a lot of such hand-holding recently... Maybe she should have thought a bit more about what it all meant and what she wante- “Now Kara,” “Yes? Esammi?” Kara felt a small squeeze, and could almost see Esammi beaming behind her. Perhaps she hadn’t lost all her powers, just the most useful ones. “There’ll be no more nurses here. No more doctors.” “That would be good.” “Indeed. I thought you could use something different. You’ve tried so hard and I’m so so proud of you.” Kara nodded. “Though it will mean some complications.” Kara froze, except for an involuntary bump over a pebble, and only able to hold Esammi’s hand. “What do you mean?” “Well, they don’t have handi-accessible toilets here.” “They… don’t?” “No, this isn’t a hospital. But don’t worry, I’ve had some things delivered, and we won’t be having to constantly rush you off to bathrooms, especially during the night. Though I would like you to sleep near me so I can check on you anyway.” Kara breathed a small sigh of relief. Esammi was a top inventor, and probably had some clever spring ramp solution for the lack of accessible toilets. Though she felt her stomach clench at the talk of sleeping close. How close? Like, did Esammi mean ‘together?’ Was Kara’s imagination just on overdrive? Why did she keep thinking about this, did she even perhaps kind of want it, in an unexpected way? After all, Esammi was very beautiful. Maybe she could see a reality where- Kara shook her head clear of the thoughts. It was all nonsense. They approached huge wooden doors, which opened for Esammi with some kind of key command. It dawned on Kara that this place was a fortress, though nobody could reach it anyway, barely anybody even really knew it existed. It would just be Esammi, and whichever horde of business assistants she surely had informed, who would be arranging delivery supplies and checkups for them no doubt. They rolled into the massive mansion, Esammi’s heels clipping neatly on the tiles, Karra’s wheelchair creaked slightly. “Isn’t it beautiful?” “I suppose.” “Oh Kara.” She felt a squeeze on her hand. “We’ll teach you to remember beautiful things, if you even ever knew.” Kara nodded slightly, kind of wishing that she could have her hand back without seeming rude. Her imagination was probably still on overdrive. There was no way that Esammi would- “Now, how about a bath.” Kara blinked. “What?” “You’ve been so cooped up in that hospital, and now our travel cabin. I think it’s time that you get to unwind, and get clean.” “Oh, I, for a second I thought you meant-” “And I’ll get in with you. To make sure you’re okay. We can do that here, without anybody knowing. Just us, remember?” Kara blinked. Speechless. Okay, surely Esammi just meant that they’d wear swimmers. They approached a bubbling round bath in the stone floor, placed near a breathtaking open-cut view over the cloudy mountains. “See, already warm,” Esammi beamed, nodding towards the ever-pool. It might have been technology, or perhaps some kind of magic. Kara stared at it for a moment, thinking it could be a kind of beautiful spot to relax, maybe even romantically if somebody had that in mind, then realized that she really should check about her swimwear hope, whether Esammi had packed- A bare female leg brushed passed Kara’s cheek, and she blinked. It took her a moment to realize that Esammi had ditched her black-and-red industrialist travelling outfit, and had stripped down to stylish red underwear and a short high corset. “Now, let’s get my little hero undressed.” Kara gaped, finding dainty feminine hands with big painted nails working on the buttons on her top. “Oh Esammi I-” “Shh. I don’t want you to have to worry about a thing from now on. It’s time to let somebody be your hero, for what you truly want.” Kara blushed harder and glanced out over the beautiful clouds. She felt her top opened, and her breasts bounce free. It had been so difficult to button that up herself, and then Esammi had been able to just go and undo it in an instant... “Oh. Looks like somebody has some little erect nipples. Are you cold?” Kara turned to Esammi with a deep blush, opened her mouth, then paused when she saw the grinning tease. Oh dear, it was rhetorical. Esammi was going to read this one way, and, embarrassingly, Kara wasn’t sure herself anymore. But how could she have such a side of herself? Had she really been so focused on boys that- “Pants now too.” “Oh Essami! Maybe-” “Shh. You can’t wear them in the bath, as much as you might be getting used to them being wet by now.” Kara blushed and glanced away. It had only been three times, and cleaning up after had been such torture that she had committed to making sure it never happened again. The string on her pants was pulled free. Practical, loose, long blue leggings, easy for quick movement, not exactly feminine and revealing… “Down we go! And do you have underwear on today Kara?” Kara blushed. “Of course I do! I-” She paused with embarrassment. Oh, maybe Esammi was asking so that she could know whether to not drop the pants, perhaps not intending for Kara to go without some covering in the p- “Those will have to come down too then.” Kara shivered, watching Esammi crouching between her thighs, working on her pants. The other girl smiled at her in such a teasing way, as if knowing something which Kara didn’t want to accept. Kara couldn’t help feel that her former rival was right. The pants began down over her thighs, pulled by two delicate, yet strong, hands. Her stylish black underwear went a moment later, and Kara blushed, wondering what Esammi would think of her secret obsession with expensive feminine underwear. Hell, she couldn’t stop glancing at what Esammi had on, a beautiful red corset cradling her cleavage, and a tall narrow red thong running down smoothly between her legs. It wasn’t a look of jealousy, Kara was struggling with confused breathless intoxication and flitting eyes. Kara suddenly realized that she was nude, sitting there in her wheelchair, and glanced away with scarlet cheeks. Esammi seemed to think nothing of it, except for the excited devious smile that she wore. “Oh, somebody has a cute little triangle down there.” Kara blushed. “I… I don’t normally shave, or trim. But after the... accidents... A nurse left some scissors and suggested it....” Kara looked anywhere but down, biting her lip and not wanting to see how ridiculous and prissy she looked down below, with her tiny little trim. It was hardly suited to the strong brash hero that she’d been seen as until recently. “I think it’s cute.” Kara glanced back, breathing heavily, her nude breasts heaving. “Really?” Esammi smiled. “Now, let’s get you into the pool!” Kara nodded quickly. At least she’d be covered again there, though it didn’t matter much now. Esammi had seen everything, and seemed fairly excited by what she saw… Could Kara really still read this as platonic? Did she want to? She was wheeled over to pool, then two hands with long nails slipped under her armpits, slightly chilling her. Esammi proved stronger than expected, and had no trouble lowering Kara into the waiting water. Kara supposed that she was kind of short, even if muscled and recently powerful. The spa hit her like a warm hug. She sighed in sudden relief, almost forgetting all the embarrassment for a moment, until she suddenly opened her eyes and saw a nude Esammi strolling past her side. Kara gaped in frozen shock, then had to look away immediately. She’d never seen a sight like it, but it was burned into her mind… Essami was so… soft and feminine, in ways that Karra had never really considered. Esammi was so elegant, beautiful, and had not an inch of lack of confidence about her body. She held herself with such poise, and lowered herself into the bath. Kara saw a matching trimmed bush, a little more than her own, and glanced away then, overwhelmed. Gods, that was a woman she was looking at. It was gross. Or at least meant to be in theory. She peeked back, seeing Esammi dip into the water with a smile, her perfect breasts floating to the surface of the water and seeming to tease Kara with their distracting bobbing. The heiress smiled, then began to swim across the small pool, paddling in a way that sent her assets bouncing even quicker. Her eyes were locked deeply onto Kara’s, and for once the hero found herself frozen, staring back. “Isn’t this nice?” the heiress whispered, getting close and producing a sponge from beneath the surface. Kara nodded in dumb silence. They were just friends… This wasn’t... “And look at that view,” Esammi purred, edging closer to Kara with all her stunning nakedness. Kara was glad to have an excuse to look away, it was like looking at the sun. The view through the window was indeed nice, and- She gasped, feeling the sponge touch her inner thigh. As she whirled back, she found Esammi looking at her, biting her lower lip and with lowered eyes. They stared, and Kara’s breasts heaved in and out of the water, creating small ripples. Okay, it was just a very intimate kind of platonic clean, they weren’t- The beauty leaned in to kiss the hero, and Kara froze as their lips connected. Of course her theories had been right all along, there had been clear implications, and she’d walked right into it, even perhaps welcomed it, on some unknown level. It was right to go along with it. Essami was sweet and rich and stunningly beautiful and doting and- A tongue began exploring her mouth, and Kara found herself breathing heavier and heavier, her endowed chest rising and falling and beginning to rub against Esammi as the other girl got closer. It wasn’t a returned kiss, with Kara simply frozen in place as Esammi gave small delicate sucks around her mouth, but it was still a first kiss, and sent electric shocks through her body. Kara moaned, realizing that she was finally feeling excitement. She might not have thought that she could before, but once their bodies touched... Esammi’s naked and wet form pushed against her, and the hero felt her eyes flutter, rolling back until she was looking at the stone ceiling. Gods. What in the world was this? The last thing she’d have expected a year ago was ending up here. Fingers edged closer to her as the kiss continued, and Kara surprised herself with a small squealing gasp. It was like nothing belonging to a powerful hero of destiny, but then, that wasn’t her now. She was just Kara, Esammi’s helpless ward... Breasts and nude torsos pushed together, and a leg wrapped around hers. The sponge crept to her crotch, and then two feminine fingers kept going, finding their way between her legs. The hero closed her eyes, and decided to let whatever happened, happen. It wasn’t technically gay if she didn’t do anything back, even if she had sort of accepted it and walked right into this situation, figuratively... --- Kara lay in Esammi’s arms in the silky bed. The taller girl wore a costly pink slip, which was mostly transparent, and tied over cleavage which Kara stared into. The hero considered pulling away. Taking the arms from her, and inching towards the other edge of the double bed. But it wasn’t right. She had sort of asked for this, to explore the possibility, by not objecting. And she at least just owed Esammi. Besides, it was too late to back out now - she was on this indefinite ‘date’ for however long she was trapped for. She hadn’t exactly done anything back herself (though Esammi had guided her hand and had it do plenty), but she’d done enough. She was at least half a lesbian now, maybe. “Esammi?” “Hrm?” “I need to go to the bathroom.” She could have sworn that she saw Esammi smile again beneath her dark hair, like her sixth sense was almost working. “Well, I have a solution for that.” The hands snaked out from around Kara, and she felt both relieved and lonely at the same time. The shame was gone, or reduced, but the beautiful hug had also gone with it. Surely that wasn’t… love? She’d never quite managed to miss her ex-boyfriend that way, who she and Esammi had fought over. Had they just been so alike that they’d ended up at the same place then? Well, some of their positions had reversed now, and Esammi was now the ‘powerful’ one, at least in the ways which remained relevant. Esammi returned, and Kara supposed she should move over for the wheelchair. At least she could get out from the silky luxurious bed, and clear her thoughts about what had happened there after the pool. To try and make sense of a bit. Maybe even ask for some more clothes, beyond the skimpy little things Esammi had given her. Karra had never considered herself ‘cute’ or ‘feminine’ - at least not in any way that others could see - so the tight blue t-shirt ending above her bellybutton, and sky-blue panties which had her her name written across the backside in sparkles, were awkward to say the least. She began rolling to the edge of the bed, when she felt Esammi roll her back. “Esammi? I have to get to the wheelchair.” “Hush hon. No. That’s not right for where you’ve been at, both physically and psychologically.” Kara blinked in confusion, flopping back onto her rear and staring at the roof, trying to understand what Esammi meant. “Where I’ve been at?” She blushed as Esammi grabbed her ankles, and lifted them to reveal her bottom. At least in the bath, they hadn’t been able to see each other. “Yes honey. Your whole identity; your whole purpose, everything you’ve been working towards since you were a toddler, and discovered your powers - it’s all gone, poof, completed and dust now, and you don’t know who you are, with a broken nervous system. The doctors and I think you’ve ‘grown down’, and want to start over. Have to, really, you had nothing else going for you.” Kara nodded dumbly, despite not really following along. The doctors had said something to a similar effect, that her body was physically fine, and that the problem was in her mind. That she was simply so depleted and worn out, that she refused to even lift her legs anymore. It didn’t help that she actually had lost her powers either. “But I really do need to go to the bathro-” “Hush, I said it would be fine.” Kara paused, feeling a sharp slap on her raised backside. “Ow! Essami-” “You’ve returned to a state you never really passed Kara. At least not in general life. You’re really a toddler with where you’re at in general, and that means that, sometimes, when we’re not being lovers, I’m going to have to treat you how you deserve. Do you understand?” Kara blinked, then wailed as she saw a clear adult-sized diaper whisked past her legs, then slipped underneath her. “You’re going to treat me like a little girl??” Esammi gave a soothing smile. “You are a little girl my precious sweetie. And it’s fine. Adorable even. You used to temper tantrum when you had your powers, scared heads of state and even yourself sometimes I think. But now you’re just back to where you stopped growing up the first time. In more ways than one. I’m sorry that I spanked you, but I do want you to learn.” Kara blinked as Esammi climbed over and coaxed her head into a cuddle against her breasts. This… this was hardly an aggression. What was going on? It seemed almost like ‘tough love’, but who could think that Kara deserved such a thing! She was a hero! An unfortunately helpless hero, she realized, staring into Asami’s silky slip and her pressed breasts. “There there. I know you’re confused. And sometimes I like when the adult in you shines through past the tantruming child. The one who I made love to. But I think that when you’re not aroused, you’re back to your childish self, and that’s when you’re going to be treated as it. Have to be. And you’ll need somebody who loves you. Who knows you. And can raise you right.” A thousand memories flashed through Kara’s mind from the past year. Of Essami bringing her tea. Of Essami rubbing her arm and saying that it would all be okay. Of Essami deciding everything about her retreat holiday for her. The woman had… had seen herself as her ‘Mummy’ all this time! It wasn’t romantic or friendship, it was parenting. Kara gave a little sniffle. She was helpless, and maybe what Esammi was saying even made some sense. She couldn’t believe how, despite how shocking the spanking was, even outrageous, it felt kind of right. “Now...” Esammi said, releasing the cuddle on Kara’s head and edging back down the bed between her legs, “Are you going to be a good girl for Mummy? Do you want more rewards like we had in the bathtub, and maybe some colouring and toy time, if you keep working on your manners and let yourself be treated in the way you need?” Kara sniffled, then stared blankly back down between her parted knees. What could she do? She’d play along, until she could get out of this. It couldn’t be long, she wouldn’t really become a child. Esammi seemed to be in no mood to broker disagreement. She found herself nodding, and against her expectations, despite intending to be faking, somewhat believed her own agreement. “Good girl,” Esammi cooed, reaching down and giving a tantalizing pat on Karra’s fuzzy mound. With that, she tugged the diaper up, working in her usual perfect way of getting it just right. A moment later, she added a noisy set of thick, stiff, rubber pants. Light blue ruffles rang along the backside of the transparent addition, and Karra put her hands over her eyes, deciding to just let be, be. Esammi loved her, more than anybody, and was going to take complete power and control over her, that much was clear. “Good girl,” Esammi cooed, even as Kara blushed and could only cover her eyes. She would just fake it, it might even just be a few days. --- Master Trenton stepped off the airship, and breathed in the wonderful mountain air. He glanced at the nearby mansion then, and wondered if he should give one of his usual frowns. He supposed that the old monasteries were best preserved with these wealthy donors moving in and doing their conversions for their mansions. Still, it was a bit surprising to see a colourful plastic playground in the courtyard of this one, not to mention the large square sandpit, and the outside wooden rocking horse sitting beside the wall. Beside him, his wife Pera beamed around as if it were the greatest sight in the world. “It looks like it really worked out,” she said with an excited buzz. Treston nodded slowly. He suppose he understood. Kara really was done, had finished her destiny and wasn’t even moving by herself, at least all those months ago. The elegant solution which Esammi Sarino had revealed to a select circle had surprised him, but the others seemed to be enthusiastically for it. Kara had always been a bit of a tantrumer. He’d often held out hope that she could be taught better, but it had never really played out. It seemed that her final semi-paralysis had even been a kind of tantrum in itself, an outrage over having lost her powers, as if the rest of the world didn’t get by without them. He supposed he could see now that Esammi was right, and why his wife was so excited by the idea. She’d raised four children - one now in college - and had always said that Kara was an example of bad raising, ever she’d come to stay with them in Capitol City. They began across the courtyard, when the huge double doors opened. From the shadows, the tall elegant figure of Esammi Sarino appeared, pushing something in front of her. It took them a moment to realize that it was a large pram. She walked with perfect confidence and poise as she crossed the courtyard, her heels clipping with precision each step of the way. The pram rolled along on greased wheels, and had a blue bonnet covering pulled most of the way across. Trenton straightened, knowing that it was best to continue the world which Miss Sarino had built for herself and Kara here. His wife Pera looked absolutely excited by the approaching sight. The pram’s curved roof began to reveal the inner carriage, and he could already see two big pigtails at the far end. A rattle appeared, being shaken slowly in a feminine hand. At least, more than Treton remembered it. Ah, there was pink nail polish, and she wasn’t as muscled now. A bobbing blue pacifier came next, quite large, though it made sense for the scale, he supposed. He began to see a large curved white mound. “Ah Master Trenton and Pera! How was your flight?” “Quite lovely, thank you.” Trenton watched his bouncing wife rush over, beginning to immediately beam at and play with the occupant of the pram. He glanced at Esammi Sarino, beaming over the pram’s end along with Pera. It took him a moment, out of his loyalty to his wife, but were her boobs way bigger? Had she perhaps been lactating? He cocked his head, then strode to join them. He paused when he saw. She.was.adorable. Bare legs stuck out from a thick white diaper, which itself stuck out from a short light-blue baby-doll dress. Cute matching booties clad her feet, while light blue ribbons tied her hair into those big pigtails. The final touch seemed the light blue oversized pacifier, but then Trenton began noticing more subtle details, such as little blue stylish clips worked throughout her hair, and the glitter on her face. She was… well, there was obviously the original intelligence there, given the blushing reluctant way which she looked up at them. But she continued to shake her rattle, and suck on her pacifier, holding a stuffed bison toy in one arm. After nearly a year with their new family-unit, Esammi had turned a broken hero into something wonderful. This powerful tantruming figure was now clearly a nervous and shy baby-woman, sucking on her pacifier and shaking a rattle, glancing between all the new faces peering in, but no longer saying anything snappish or demanding or threatening. “Can you give a wave for Mummy’s guests sweetie?” Esammi asked, beaming with pride. The oversized toddler woman hesitated, then managed to use her free hand to do a little one-handed finger clap, an adorable wave beyond what the guests expected. It melted Master Trenton’s stern heart. He immediately supported Esammi, despite having been the one with objections. “Good girl!” the stylish woman said, reaching into a pocket and pressing some sort of remote button. Kara suddenly twitched in her pram, and her eyes rolled back while her legs slightly parted, jerking and quivering slightly. “If you’d like to come inside. We’ve had a lot of success here.” “Oh no doubt,” Pera said, still beaming down into the pram. There seemed to be a buzz coming from inside. “Unfortunately,” Trenton began, “We really must be on our way. We have an important trade session in the south, and were only racing through.” “Oh, that’s no problem then. I hope it goes well. Besides, we have more than enough to entertain ourselves with here, don’t we Kara?” She gave a pram a small push, and Kara nodded quickly, seeming more distracted by the buzzing, her eyes rolled back. Perhaps she needed a diaper change, Trenton thought, given how she squirmed her hips and was apparently wearing them full-time now. Though he also suspected something a little more cleverer on Esammi’s part. They were effectively a couple now, right? Not that he’d ask. Well, it seemed almost more like a Mommy-Daughter relationship, but perhaps one where they switched into something more serious when adult-Kara had her moments - perhaps Esammi knew how to tease it out. “You really have turned this around beautifully, Miss Sarino.” Esammi beamed, and even Kara gave a small confused smile, before closing her eyes and beginning to pant. “I just wish she had some playmates, I’m asking around.” Trenton nodded mindlessly, but beside him, his wife cocked her head. “You know,” Pera began, “Our oldest daughter has been very frustrating lately, seeming to think that she’s the universe’s gift to the planet since Kara left the spotlight, given that she is a new generation of practitioner of an ancient magic…” Trenton raised his eyebrows. It was true, Jina had been quite a problem for them. He glanced at his wife. Jina’s arrogance and arguments were all quite serious, but what could they… Well, he looked back at Kara… “Perhaps you’d like to stay here Pera, while I go to the trade meeting, and get to know Esammi and Kara’s situation a little better… --- Pera glanced over her magazine, but saw that the daycare worker was just seeing to Jina, who appeared to have had another accident. Pera liked to watch in sometimes, it was fun to see how Jina had learned to play with Karra and then the other girls over the years. Across the room, Kurina was playing alone, banging a xylophone and seeming to pout about her dirty diaper time out. To think, just two years ago she’d led a force across the continent, creating no small amount of drama. But she was just a young woman, who didn’t know how to express her frustration. Suya Befone, her former mentor and nearly foster mother, had taken to adopting her right. The previous rehabilitation method had been hardly paying off, and then she’d seen how Essami and Pera had done with Kara and Jina… Suya’s other daughter, Jade, sat playing with the unicorn toys with Kara. She’d been caught playing around with a boy, long before her mother felt she was ready, and back she’d gone to diapers beside her ‘foster sister’. Their house really was a happy home. It was funny to think about the one who had introduced them to all this. Pera glanced at the baby bouncer hanging at the far wall, which was being raised up and down by a mechanical whirling machine. Essami Sarino’s eyes fluttered, and she moaned against her pacifier at the indignity of bouncing in a messy diaper. But they’d found out how she’d been drugging Kara, when she’d offered to do the same for Jina to suppress her powers. Sure, it was effective, but they couldn’t let her get away with it. It was time she tasted her own medicine. Ironically, she’d created such baby-proof nursery inventions that even she couldn’t escape, and had done well over the past year. Pera checked the clock on the wall. Essami still had half an hour, and she probably wouldn’t get any special time in Kara’s crib tonight. They’d be put next to each other, at most able to reach across the bars for some light toying. But only good girlfriends got rewards, and those two babies had been set off into some bad behaviour this week. Pera glanced at the most recent newcomer, who seemed to have started it. Julee had been found guilty of assisting Kurina in her tantruming rampage. She had divorced and returned to Capitol City, not knowing what awaited. She went right into the daycare, and her initial tantrums had been quickly quelled as the reality of a bloated wet diaper and spanking arrived. It was just a pity how it had set off the other kids. But Essami and Kurina were almost better, and would probably soon be eating something more than strained prunes and breast milk from the wet nurse nannies, and getting diapers changed more than every thirty hours. Pera smiled, and glanced back down at her magazine. Her second eldest daughter had been mentioned again. Izzi had nearly finished high school, and, oh dear, she’d created quite a stir on campus yet again. Well, it was one month until she turned eighteen and finished school. If she was still acting up then, well, Pera had the most perfect solution...

Reposting some old stories due to the great board crash of 2017. The Christmas Conundrum Just a little story inspired by Princess Pottypants’ Christmas post. --- She squirmed and frowned in the enormous, oversized highchair, trying to get used to the thick oversized diaper beneath her butt. At least, she was fairly sure it was a diaper, it was difficult to see given that she'd appeared in this highchair, and found herself wearing a legless red Christmas romper. But the loose white plastic poking out at the leg holes sure seemed like it, not to mention everything else about her experience over the past few hours. "Did Baby enjoy Christmas?" a woman's voice suddenly asked. She glanced up, and found another of the giantesses leaning down towards her, making a funny face and voice. She gave a shy nod. What could she even say to these people? So far she'd said nothing. The giantess gave a wide smile, then reached to the pile of just-unwrapped toys beside the highchair. She picked up a soft doll, and pushed it under the highchair tray. "Don't tell your Mother," she whispered, "But I got you this one. It looked like your favourite when you unwrapped them." Trying not to scrunch her nose, she watched the doll being pushed into her arms. It was huge compared to her, and even if she hugged it, it would even drag on the ground while walking. If she could walk, she reminded herself, giving another awkward exploratory shuffle in her thick diaper. Usually in her fantasies, diapers would be too thick to even walk in. Realizing that the giantess was still smiling at her, all she could do was give a weak smile in return. The giantess ruffled her hair, then turned and left, joining the other 'adults', and a few real - albeit massively oversized - kids, at the far end of the dining room for the Christmas party. From her seat beside the kitchen entrance, she watched them. They seemed to think that they were her new 'family', and that she was their new baby. God, she hoped not. Fantasizing about such things, and actually finding herself in such a situation, were two very different things. She'd always known it would be, and hadn't really wanted this to come true. Why now, on Christmas? She'd worked out which her supposed 'Mommy' was - given that the middle-aged big-breasted woman had referred to herself as such. She'd been there early when she'd first found herself in the highchair, soon silently opening her Christmas presents and baffled by the circle of imposing giants she'd found herself among. 'Mommy' had even spoonfeed her the vegetable-goop for Christmas lunch, as well as tipped back her highchair seat and brought the huge bottle of warm milk to her lips for a long time after, which she'd at least seen prepared from a can of formula, rather than it coming from more... unsavoury places. She glanced again at the giantess called 'Mommy', and with a blush, dared to stare at her christmas sweater. That definitely looked like the outline of a nursing bra there. She had to get out of this nightmare fantasy quickly. Yet when she looked down at her tray, she still had the same useless options to work with as over the past few hours. What was she supposed to do with these damn crayons and bumpy recycled paper? She nearly screamed, and gave a frustrated kick beneath her highchair tray, connecting with nothing but air and being wildly off course thanks to her thick, crinkly diaper. The damn coloring toys had been taunting her all day, and the last thing she wanted to do was draw some stupid pictures from a highchair. No, she needed to work out how she'd somehow crossed into another world of giants and oversized diapers and highchairs! "Oh, yes. Santa sent her." She suddenly perked up, realizing that the group was approaching and talking about her. "He said that she wished for it, as her Christmas present." She froze, and gripped the highchair tray with a sudden intake of breath. Yes! She'd probably been thinking about ABDL fantasies as Christmas approached, she often did. Hell, she'd perhaps even made such an offhand wish, it was the kind of thing she occasionally did on a whim. And here she was. Stuck in a super thick diaper and having been spoonfed and then bottlefed in a highchair. Being talked to as the new 'baby' of a family. Had her cheeks pinched and gotten big wet face kisses from 'Mommy'. Not to mention the enormous two fingers which had been slipped into her diaper earlier to 'check if she was wet', before the giants had left to chat. There was no way she was doing that, not here, she had told herself. Though then the woman had stepped around the highchair and pulled the back of her diaper out and peered down, and she had promised herself definitely not that either. The first suddenly didn't seem so bad. It had been a bit of a battle, after the heavy lunch, but she had suppressed the urge for half the day now. A whole bunch of giants were returning now after the long Christmas day, giving her silly smiles which made her feel even littler than she currently was. She was clearly still her adult self, and they clearly knew it, since they spoke to her and expected her to understand. It was like something from her writing. They couldn't see her adult self, or didn't care, or even wanted to diaper her just because she was short and they had a sick way of expressing their love. But had she been shrunk? Or were they just big? Did it matter? She would clearly fit being the new baby of the family, and they had displayed every intention of making her so. A child laughed and rushed around the adults, being chased by another, and she glanced down in a panic as they whisked past her highchair. "Did Santa make a condition?" a woman asked, and she quickly turned her attention back to the conversation. 'Mommy' nodded as she approached, and reached down into the highchair and began to casually lift her out. She was going to be free! After all these hours. Even if it meant being held by a giant woman. At least... on the other end, she'd be getting put back down somewhere right? "Oh yes. She has a test. Something about her wish. If she completes it, she goes back. But she hasn't figured it out so far, so I'd say she's mine. I can't wait to introduce her to my friends, we have quite a few other-world children." Feeling herself whisked from the highchair, she began to desperately search her memories. A test? A wish? Dammit, it could have been anything! Suddenly it dawned on her. She'd been trying to create Christmas ABDL captions, and had come up with naught. Even apologized for it online. That was it - she'd wished that she could come up with an ABDL caption before Christmas! She gasped, and glanced back down at the receding highchair, and its precious crayons and paper. No no no, that was what they had been for! There all day in front of her, and she had missed it! And Christmas was almost over! She began to struggle against the giant hands which held her. She even dared a few pointless kicks into the air around her diaper. She had to do something! "Mommy!" The woman paused, and all the faces in the room turned in her direction. "She speaks!" one of them suddenly exclaimed, and they all began rushing over. Except, it didn't seem an impressed sort of crowd, amazed that a baby could speak. Instead they were giving her goofy smiles, as if excited that the little baby woman was finally opening up to her new family. "What do you want to say dear?" the giantess holding her asked breathlessly, even giving a little bounce. She turned beet red. With a gulp, she turned to look up at the giantess face beside her, smiling so widely and looking so huge. "Can I, um, color just one thing?" The giantess seemed to follow her thoughts to the paper and crayons, and frowned down at them for a moment. "No dear, you've had enough playtime for the day. Mommy needs to give you a bath, so that you can be put to bed early while the grownsups watch the Christmas specials." She began to squirm urgently. A crib?! Once she was in there, there was no way she was getting out tonight before her chance had passed. "Pleaaaseeee..." she whined, looking up with desperate eyes, even daring to try and look cute. She tried to ignore how her thigh was pushed out by a giant boob, and how she was holding onto the hefty bra strap beneath the woman's winter sweater, which she knew was a nursing bra. The woman began to look cross, and she realized that she was losing. "I want to draw something for you!" she suddenly blurted out, even using her best high bubbly voice. "A present for Mommy!" There were a few quiet sighs of delight from around the room, and the giantess suddenly laughed, heaving her arms and her big full breasts in the process. "Oh okay. One more drawing, then it's off to a bath and bed for you, understood little miss?" She nodded urgently, well aware of everybody watching her, and how she must look while whining in the enormous woman's arms while her disposable diaper poked out from the leg holes of her red Christmas baby romper. It would be worth it... "Fifteen minutes," the giantess declared, and plopped her back into the highchair. She began immediately. She scrambled through her crayons, and drew a rather childish scene of a girl not unlike herself, though on a regular day, being pushed in a stroller in a park. She tried to blame the oversized crayons and rough paper for how childishly ameteur it looked. Next came the story, something she whisked up quickly about a girl learning to accept her life under her new giantess Mommy, learning to understand that in this world, she was nothing but a little baby, who used her diapers, went to bed early, and was even spanked if she was naughty in ways which counted in her new role. It was an okay caption, she supposed. And she wasn't sure if it counted since she drew the picture herself. She looked around hopefully. But she was still there, sitting in her highchair on an uncomfortably thick diaper bottom. How long had that drawing taken? 'Mommy' leaned down, and inspected the drawing from reverse. "Ohh, very cute dear." "I think that gibberish is meant to be writing," another of the giants said - one of her new 'aunts' she thought. In the highchair, she squirmed and looked back down. She'd definitely written the story okay, was it just that she didn't know the language here? Did it matter? "Well, let's get you out for your bath then. Mommy loves her present by the way. We'll go to the park with your stroller all the time, don't you worry. You wouldn't have arrived here if I wasn't exactly what you wished for!" The big hands found her again, and the highchair began to pull away. She began to squirm frantically. No! That should have done it! This woman was reading it all wrong! She didn't really want this! "Wait!" she squealed, "I have to try again!" "No," the giantess said, suddenly lowering her voice a few octaves. "But-!" "BABY.GIRL!" the giantess Mommy suddenly boomed, giving her a firm tug against her oversized chest. "You stop that right now!" From the giantess's arms, she looked desperately back to the page on the highchair tray. It was glowing. Oh. Was that a good sign? Her squirming increased, and her mother suddenly placed her firmly down, bare foot on the tiled floor. She gasped at the cold, and at being free of the highchair for the first time all day. She instantly discovered her awkward it was to stand in the thick diapers, with her legs spread wide, having to be turned inwards in a way which would only allow a waddle. "You wait right here little miss." She gulped at the giantess's tone, then watched her march away through the parting crowd. She told herself it didn't matter, glanced desperately back to the highchair tray. There definitely seemed to be a glow. A moment later she cared when she heard the oversized heels returning, and saw the woman carrying a woman spoon. "Oh no NO NO! Mommy!" She began to back away, slipping for a moment and landing with a thud on her oversized bottom, then scrambling back up and trying to continue. She made it a few more steps, when the giantess stopped, and glanced around with a sudden stunned expression. "Oh." Around them, things began to whisk away, as if by magic. And as they left, another room began to appear behind them, as if they were each a barrier between another reality. "Oh," the woman repeated sadly, "She has to go back now." On the ground, she risked a wild grin. She had no idea how Santa had done it, or why this year, but she had managed to undo it. Things began to whisk back to how they should be. The giants disappeared in puffs of smoke, and the tiles themselves flew off one by one, disappearing into fog while the proper floor returned. Finally the highchair whooshed off into the air, and the final pile of toys from her 'Christmas presents' began to evaporate one by one. She could still hear the voices though. "Pity," one said faintly. "She was cute. Would have had a lot of friends at daycare." "She needed a good spanking before bed, not more play time. That's what happens when children are given everything with no authority." "Oh stop it Ron. There was going to be plenty of authority in this house." The voices grew quieter, and she let out a relieved sigh. The sudden relaxation had her lose another battle however, one which she'd been fighting nearly all day. She suddenly jerked forward, gripping her stomach. The back of her oversized diaper began to crinkle and expand. Wait, her diaper? It still hadn't changed back, and she supposed it would be the last piece. But if she was messing it, that seemed exactly the sort of conditional test which she'd included in any wis- Items from the previous world began to whiz back into place, far faster than they'd left. Oh no. She glanced around with wide, panicked eyes, still unable to move as she continued to lose her private battle with her diaper. She groaned, leaning forward, but was unable to hold it now that she'd started. A warm softness formed just off her backside, problematically close if she moved too quickly. It had been a huge lunch, full of heavy fiber, and it was going to result in a huge Christmas diaper... Just when she thought it couldn't be any worse, the huge figures from the other world suddenly whooshed back into view, all at once. She gasped as she held her stomach, and turned about, looking for... Oh no. Feminine heels led up to womanly calves, and then a long motherly dress. Looking up, it was clear that the giantess still held the wooden spoon, though she places it aside instantly and looked excited. "Baby!" she cried happily, rushing forward. The small figure in the messy diaper began to gasp and back away in an awkward waddle, even as she continued to mess herself, even as the diaper regained some of the impossible poofy thickness that it had lost in her world. The giantess beared down on her. She had been so close, literally moments from the trial having been over, and she'd managed to fail it after all, on just the type of condition which she should have expected from her own fantasies. Oh dear, and if the giantess was right, and this place was selected from her own fantasies... "Baby!" the woman cried again, whisking her up immediately, wrapping an arm around her back and pinning her against an enormous pudgy chest. "Oh Baby belongs here, doesn't she? With Mommy, who knows how to more properly take care of her better than baby ever could." A series of wet kisses began on her cheek, and she realized that it was real, and probably not going away now. She gasped and began to struggle, then went immediately still when she felt the heavy soft warmth in the back of her diaper, and that she had only been an inch away from a squishy disaster. The woman seemed to follow her gaze, and reached around to squish the back of her diaper anyway. "Oh, baby had an accident," she cooed, even as 'baby' spasmed away from the experience she was having down below. "Congratulations," a beaming voice said. Another giant put their hand on Mommy's shoulder and beamed at her. "You deserve her, and she deserves you. You're going to make such a good little girl out of her - and look, she can't even keep her diapers clean. You were right, she might need triple thick Snugglers whenever you leave the house." She didn't like the sound of that... "Well," the woman huffed, "Because of her earlier antics, we're going to skip the bathtime and the diaper change. Mommy doesn't want to miss the family specials, and Baby needs to be put in her crib quick smart. We have a routine in this house, even for naughty babies." The giantess paused then, and tapped her lip thoughtfully. "Of course, that will mean that we'll have to skip the spanking too." Sitting in the giantess's arms, she felt a sniffle coming on, and knew there was no use objecting. This was her reality now, it was who she was in this world. "I'm... I'm not going to get punished?" "Oh no, not that dear. The dirty diaper is simply your early punishment. Your real punishment will be the spankings every morning this week." The new Baby jerked stiff in her Mommy's arms. The big woman gave a huge grin then, and gave her captive a strong bounce which resulted in a squish and a sudden wail. "Oh hush," the woman snapped, then reached to the kitchen bench for a pacifier, which she shoved into her new strange daughter's mouth. "Or Mommy will give you something to really cry about." WIth that, she carried the caption-author upstairs, who wailed behind her pacifier the entire time, holding onto the woman's oversized bra strap beneath her Christmas sweater, hoping that, perhaps next Christmas, she could make a wish to get out of this - if she even still had the confidence to take on adulthood again by then. As there was another squish beneath her diaper, she realized that she'd be lucky to even maintain that for a month. "Merry Christmas," the crowd cheered behind them, as the pair disappeared up the stairs - the giant curvy Mommy and her tantruming pacified baby. The New Year's Conundrum Well, I didn’t entirely plan to, but New Year’s came along and offered the perfect excuse for a sequel to The Christmas Conundrum. --- She risked another glance down at her pale-blue play dress, unable to ignore the genuine cuteness of the white diaper poking out beneath, and the frilly little socks and buckled mary-jane shoes spread in front of her. So it was all still there. A most babyish view. Had she physically changed? Or was it just a matter of looking extra cute and dainty in these, especially after seeing the giants so easily manhandle her body for the past few days? She had to look away from the sandpit, back to the open afternoon sky, and try to pretend that she wasn’t there for a moment. But there was no ignoring the Triple Thick Snuggie-Huggies beneath her, which fully encased her to her stomach. ‘Mommy’ liked them, because they didn’t need to be changed as often. While the former caption author couldn’t even begin to describe her range of feelings, her opinion didn’t count, she was just a baby. She glanced sideways at the pitter-patter of feet in little buckled shoes like her own. Their enormous teenaged babysitter was bringing back her neighbouring playmate, who was wearing white tights under a cute yellow onesie with ruffles around the hips. Her hair was held in pigtails by two yellow butterfly clips, while a yellow pacifier bobbed in her mouth. She was helped back into the sandpit with a blush. The two babies briefly made eye contact as her fresh diaper crinkled beneath her onesie, then both quickly glanced away. The caption author tried not to think about diaper changes. So far she’d managed to mostly blank them out. She suddenly found the sandcastle which they’d been working on the most interesting thing in the world. Her playmate seemed to have a similar thought, and moved to pick up her own plastic bucket and little shovel where she’d left off. “There we go,” their babysitter sang, “All back to playtimes for the babies.” The girls blushed as Nanny suddenly grabbed each of their jaws to deliver a big kiss on their cheeks. Squirming, crinkling, getting a new strange range of sensations on the shifting sand, they saw the babysitter give a sudden delighted smile, then the enormous busty teenager returned to her reading chair a few paces away. The constant ‘reasonable’ supervision was back. If she’d wanted to try and run away, that would have been the time. But she hadn’t. She’d sat patiently on her reddened bottom, knowing that good children weren’t naughty. “Wanth to buildth a tower?” the ex caption author suggested, garbled through her own blue pacifier, pointing at the undecorated right side of their castle. “Ytheah,” her neighbour replied, and got onto her knees to reach. Another crinkle which reminded them both of what they were. Dammit. --- After baths and her playmate being picked up, she lay in her new crib, watching the silly cat-clock on the wall swing its tail and eyes in opposing directions with each second. It wasn’t fair, six PM was far too early for bed. Especially since anything which happened relating to her diaper now had to wait until tomorrow morning to be solved. Of course, Mommy would get her up a bit later for her night feed - surprisingly warm creaminess from a source which she also tried not to think about, just like the diaper changes. She suddenly found her mobile and night toys the most interesting thing in the world. She bounced a plush around in boredom for a bit, then wrapped her legs around her big purple dinosaur. She tried not to consider that her comfort was perhaps helped by the immature padding which spread her thighs. Sucking on her pacifier, the former caption author found her eyelids growing heavy. The nursery-rhyme music from the mobile drilled into her consciousness, and she yawned, drifting towards sleep. It’d only been a few days, she thought in despair, yet look at her, dozing off like a genuine baby in her pampered crib. --- When she was awoken for her feeding an hour later, she twitched at the heavy warmth in the back of her diaper. Every damn time when she fell asleep, it was almost like there was something hypnotic in the nursery music, and maybe she wasn’t quite the baby she thought. Or maybe that was just excuses… She’d made the wish, after all. --- “Come on angel, don’t you want to practice your ballet so you can show off for your Mommy and her friends?” She considered it, then nodded, lying. “Good girl!” her Nanny cheered, clapping her hands. The teen loomed as she strode past the former caption author, who wriggled in a ridiculous pink tutu, leotard, and white tights over her obvious bulging diaper. They’d somehow even found a perfect pink butterfly pacifier, with sat over her puffed cheeks. The TV instructions were rewound, and her enormous teen Nanny stepped aside, smiling. The grown-up woman on the screen began through her instructions again, encouraging all the little angels who wanted to become ballerinas to practice along. She sighed, curving her arms above her head for the starting stance, and raised one pointed foot behind. It was a bit difficult in her thick diaper, and she nearly stopped in disgust at the wet squelch. But she had being spanked every morning this week. She would be a good girl. She had promised. But that didn’t mean being enthusiastic about putting on ballet shows for her new ‘Mommy’ and anybody else. Especially since the leotard and tutu showed off her diaper more clearly than most of her embarrassing outfits, at least the obvious bulging shape. Still, her stern, smiling, slightly sadistic, huge busty teen babysitter was watching. She’d learned that she didn’t want two spankings in a day. She began dancing The attempt at making another caption out of alphabet soup had been a mistake, but she’d been so desperate to try again for that first 36 hours. Now she knew, after a night of alphabet soup in her diapers, and two more bowls in her mouth which also eventually ended up in her diapers, that she wasn’t getting back with caption writing. That ship had sailed, and this was who she was now. There was a knock at the door as she practiced her routine, and a moment later, the girl from next door and her ‘Daddy’ walked in, hand-in-hand. They appeared at the worst time, right as she stumbled through an attempted turning kick in her thick diaper. Her playmate was dressed in a similar outfit, though her white tights were leggings sewn into rhumba panties with three rows of ruffles across the back, and her leotard was open at the bottom with just latex hoops around her thighs to hold it in place, leaving her rhumba ruffles on full display. The caption author had to admit that it was cute, then suddenly realized she was wetting herself in a panicked embarrassment at having being walked in on by her playmate and her giant ‘Daddy’, and that she looked no more mature herself. Her playmate joined in, and thankfully, her distractingly-huge Daddy left. The girls practiced their dances together, swaying at each other in sync, then trying to twirl past each other in awkward thudding steps around in their thick diapers. Nanny watched, nodding, occasionally making comments, and a few times whisked her cane at their thighs with sharp rebukes. But even by their second lesson, they were showing remarkable improvement. “Nothing which a stern grownup presence can’t help,” the annoying teenager said with an annoyingly smug smile. Eventually they finally sat exhausted on the floor, their legs spread by their stupid diapers, their emptied baby bottles of water rolling away while waiting for the cartoons to start. Nanny collected the bottles, then cocked her head at the two diapered ballerinas. “Funny,” she said. “I almost got you two little angels mixed up for a moment. It was Ashie who got here last Christmas, wasn’t it? Funny, you’re nearly both as adorably well-behaved as each other.” The pair glanced at each other, then quickly looked to the carpet instead. “I suppose it makes sense. You get to see what obedience looks like, and can already guess that you’ll fail your second New Year’s test like Ashie did.” With that the babysitter gave a pleased little shrug, and turned to take their bottles to the kitchen. On the floor, the former caption author’s eyes were wide. She suddenly turned to the other pink-clad girl, and grabbed her shoulders. “What did she mean New Year’s test? Ashley what do you know!” The other girl looked a bit stunned, then quickly blinked, as if struggling to remember. But it suddenly became clear that it was something she never really forgot, and never stopped thinking about. Just like the failed test on Christmas day, knowing that there was a chance for adulthood and it was failed due to acting childish was a strange burden to ponder. “Er,” she said, pulling her pacifier out to the distance she deemed allowed without being naughty. “I heard about Santa’s wish conditions in a cartoon. Luckily I wasn’t a baby brought here by an Easter wish, they only have three days to try before being stuck here.” She tried to ignore how accurate it had felt when Ashley referred to them as babies. “What was it?” she asked desperately, getting on her knees with an embarrassing wet crinkle, realizing that she should relax her grip on her shoulders a bit. “Well... You know that there’s a test, and maybe subclauses?” She nodded, hoping that everybody’s subclause was different, and Ashley didn’t know that she’d messed herself before even a full 24 hours of babyhood. Regardless of that, the girl must have guessed the obvious implication of full-time diapers now, and heck, she had the same to deal with, that that first failure seemed an extra embarrassing secret. Hell, even Ashley might see her as more babyish if she new. “Well the subclause tests last until the New Year, you only have to pass it on one day if you passed the main test. It’s something about how the clause trails at the end, like in Santa Claus.” She released her grip and sat back stunned, forgetting until too late that her thick diaper was soaked and causing a loud tell-tale squelch. The silence over the muted TV was deafening. The other ‘kids’ at least learned to manage their shameful diaper secrets. Maybe it wouldn’t even matter soon. “Before New Years,” she whispered, and began counting the days on her fingers. Only two nights, then the big one. --- It was a few hours since discovering the opportunity, and she lay giddy in her crib, watching the stupid cat-clock on the wall. It was quarter past six. She could do this! Now that she was ready for it this time. Just one night without an embarrassing mess. She’d done that all the time before, right? Her life before wasn’t really just a silly game, like the ‘true’ towering grownups here seemed to imply with a tap on the nose and a kiss on the cheek after taping up her diaper, right? Rolling over in her full-bodied sleeper, she tried to get comfortable, thinking that the easier she made it, the easier it would be to wait the remaining hours without any risk of messing herself. Nothing seemed to be comfortable in the damn sleeper, until she pulled over one of her big fluffy toys, and wrapped her legs around it. There. She felt good, and could wait this out. She might really get back to being an adult soon, just writing stories about such situations in captions if she even wanted. She almost chuckled. The tick-tocking of the cat seemed to take forever, and she yawned, nuzzling and trying to get even more comfortable. She unfortunately couldn’t turn off the damn mobile’s endless nursery music. But if she just waited, patiently, and tried not to move about too much- She awoke with a start, and then felt a wave of grogginess pass over her. “Er, Mommy?” she asked in a slight panic, rubbing her eye. The big giantess was beaming down at her from outside the crib, then leaned in. The former caption author realized with a blush that her giantess was wearing nothing on her top half except her beige nursing bra. Oh no. Then she felt the hand settle under her, and recalled in a startled panic what she’d been trying to do. “Oh dear. It looks like Angel has made Mommy a present.” --- The next night played out the same, and when she was put back into her crib with a warm taste in her mouth and an awful squish of her diaper, she was frantic. What could she do? The damn nursery music sent her right off. The crib was too comfortable. Once the lights were out, and she was in her super-thick night diapers, it was almost impossible not to fall asleep. Her body just knew, and there was nowhere else to go in all those hours, nothing else to do except lay in her crib waiting. She supposed that was the point... Worse, whenever she fell asleep now, she did the ‘deed’, for whatever reason… Would that continue even if she got back to her old reality? She shook her head crossly. There was only one night left, it wasn’t time to think about failure or adulthood being a pointless experience of diapers anyway. She had to form a plan. Oddly, it was the milky fullness and unspeakable state of her diaper which kept her up now, too uncomfortable to drift off again. She wondered if she could use the first, begging for it early as a way of staying up in bloated discomfort with a slightly overworked jaw, then made a face, and hoped not. Only as a last resort. --- She sat in her highchair, and decided that New Year’s Eve was the only way to go. She shuffled about, wearing only a white disposable diaper and a bib today, looking for her Mommy as she shivered slightly against the cool air. Finally the giantess returned, beaming as she placed another stack of crayons and paper down on the highchair tray for Baby’s after-lunch playtime. Except she didn’t want to try captions again today, she wanted something very different. “Mommy?” she asked, as the colouring tools were arranged out in front of her. “Yes Sweetie?” She took a deep breath. “Can I stay up for New Year’s Eve?” The giantess set her skeptical face which usually preceded the word No. “Pleeaassee?” she quickly cut in, trying to act up the cuteness. Well, it was hardly an act, right now she was desperate enough, and dependant enough on this woman. The giantess’s face began to soften. “Pleaseee. It seems like such a special time for the grown…” she paused, realizing what she’d been about to imply, then decided it had to be said regardless, “For the grownups. I want to stay up too, to see.” Her mother’s expression was neutral now, thinking. “It’s just a night like any other, do you understand sweetheart? Grownups like to have a bit of fun, but there’s nothing for babies who stay up late. You’ll just be tired.” “I’ll be good! I promise! And if I’m tired, I’ll go to bed!” “Hrm,” her mother hummed, as she reached into the highchair and released the buckles, deciding to carry her baby on her hip. She began pacing through the house, bouncing the girl, as if to confirm that it was somewhere that a child could stay up late, just once. “Can’t I be like a big girl for just one night?” It was a lie - she wanted to be a ‘big girl’ every night. But it came out earnestly, and she believed her own fib. “Hrm. You have been good lately, haven’t you?” The former caption author nodded enthusiastically. “I learned five new ballet twirls, and Ashie’s mother said I was ‘the perfect little guest’ yesterday, remember?” She gave big doleful eyes up from beside her Mother’s enormous familiar boob. At this point it wasn’t even an act, another side of her had been dragged out after a week spent back in childhood. “I pwomise Mommy!” The giantess suddenly laughed, entranced, and swung her baby out in front of her. “Ok schmookings. Angelcakes. My little princess.” She dared start to hope. “My little girl can stay up late one night, but only one night, understood?” She nodded sheepishly. “Oh I have just the cutest child in the world, don’t I?” She nodded again slowly, partly intending just to give the woman whatever she wanted, but also partly feeling it was true. --- “Can I just wear a thin diaper tonight? I want to try being a big girl.” Her mother chuckled. “You’re so cute.” But she picked up a thin diaper. She couldn’t believe how well playing cute was paying off. She had a fairly neutral looking Christmas sweater, a thin diaper, and would get to stay up late. Her giantess Mommy was entranced right now, but she suspected that it wouldn’t last beyond the special date of New Years. It would be back to poofy pink dresses which tied around her chest and flared up at the top of her hips, leaving her usual thick diapers available for quick access, with all the insult that such a supposed necessity implied. The giantess picked up a plastic tiara then, decked with blue stars, apparently her new year’s celebration piece. “Oh Mommy, do I have to?” The giantess chuckled, and kissed her on the nose. “So my Baby is in there still after all,” she teased, then worked the tiara onto the pouting girl’s head. “My little Princess should wear a tiara, don’t you think?” She glanced up from her spot on the changing table, then blushed and nodded. “Sorry Mommy.” “It’s okay honey. You’re only a child.” She nodded sheepishly. The giantess pulled her into a hug against those giant boobs, and she made a face as she pressed into the opening of the low-cut top. The vanilla scent was all too familiar there, and she could only wonder if she’d be able to stand the smell again once she left. If she left, she reminded herself, it wasn’t in the bag yet. All the concessions she’d won from Mommy had made her overconfident. But she wasn’t going to fail this time. --- Some of the larger brats were teasing her in the living room, and she walked off sniffling, then realized at the last moment that she couldn’t go to her giantess mother, or else it would look like she was a little girl who needed her bedtime. Why had she even thought to go straight there as a source of comfort? Gross. She’d been in this reality for too long. Just a week ago, she’d wanted to run the opposite way from the busty giantess woman. But they’d gotten on so well today. She almost felt like she could stand this baby thing, well, minus how it was the rest of the year when it wasn’t a special day. She glanced down at her thin diaper, and supposed even that was too much. She really shouldn’t be thinking about settling for all this, the fact that she was running away from kids bullying her was enough evidence of- Dammit, one of them was coming back. She quickly waddled into the living room, realizing that without thinking, she’d gone straight for Mommy again. Another giantess nodded at her approach, and Mommy stopped talking, and glanced down with raised eyebrows. Close enough, she was safe from the kid here. She turned around to see if she was still being followed, when Mommy’s giant hands suddenly swept her up. “Eep!” She almost lost her battle with her diaper. She wasn’t sure if wetting counted, but she figured she’d have a subclause for both. “Hello babycakes,” Mommy laughed, bouncing her slightly. The giantess frowned then, and glanced at the clock. She realized how close she was to losing the situation. Mommy might be far less impressed by previous negotiations made with a baby now that she’d been talking to real adults for the past few hours. “Look Mommy! We have so many guests!” The giantess glanced away from the clock, then down at the energetic bundle of happiness sitting in her arms. “Many indeed!” Mommy beamed, giving a few bounces. “She’s just a little baby who needed her Mommy huh?” She froze at the high voice, realizing one of the brats had followed her over. Mommy glanced down, and nodded. “She’s not usually up this late. But she’s been very good.” The kid was nodding sagely, as if this was some special exclusive conversation between adults. “She was being a bit naughty before.” “What?” she blurted from her mother’s arms. “Was she?” The kid nodded with an air of responsibility. “She wouldn’t let others play with her crayons. She was being a cranky little thing. I think she might be up past her bedtime.” She opened her mouth, speechless with rage. That wasn’t… Well... It wasn’t exactly what had happened. She’d told the kids to play somewhere else, that the crayons were hers in the hope they’d leave her alone and let her try one more caption. Then they’d teased her about her fully exposed diaper, and pointed out the clear reality that she was just a baby. It wasn’t fair! Mommy had insisted that the diaper be visible for more regular checks, saying that the thin design wouldn’t last as long as ‘good’ diapers. A double-edged victory, it seemed. Mommy turned to look crossly down at her. “Is this true babykins?” “N-No Mommy! She’s-” Her words trailed off. Her own tone revealed that it was true enough. The giantess narrowed her eyes, then glanced down. “Kid, you seem responsible enough. Can you take the others outside to the playground?” The giantess turned her glare back. “My daughter needs a timeout in the play corner, and maybe a little nap.” It got a low moan, which only got a smile from the kid who quickly departed. “Mommy, I don’t need a nap! You promised. You said-” “Would you rather go back to your crib?” She immediately shook her head, and kept silent as she was carried through a worrying number of people who might overhear her complaints. She closed her eyes, as if that might prevent anybody from seeing her - clearly an upset child who was in trouble with her mother. The sound of the TV told her that they’d crossed back into the rumpus room, where she practiced her ballet on weekdays. She felt herself getting gently laid down at her play space at one wall. “You promised to be good, didn’t you babykins?” She nodded, feeling her stupid new year’s tiara catch on the pillow. “And do you think trying to tell the older kids what to do is very good behaviour?” “No Mommy,” she admitted, feeling a sniffle coming on. She really didn’t want a nap! Last night had been extra late as she’d fretted about not beating the test, putting her head down for a nap right now might be problematic. If she fell asleep here, would she have the same diaper problem as in the crib? Or was that just some by-product of the drowsiness-inducing lullabies of her mobile? Perhaps the tune wasn’t even hypnotic, and just reminded her that she was just a baby now, which caused her body to do the rest - and the fact that she’d just gotten in trouble from a real kid might well prove to have the same effect. “Half an hour,” her mother instructed, with a sternness which told her if she was caught opening her eyes once, moving about and playing instead of staying completely still for the next half hour, it would be a spanking and immediate bedtime. The woman stood and walked away. It wasn’t fair, she’d been older than that kid once! Well, she maybe still was, but she didn’t look it. She didn’t dare open her eyes. She thankfully wasn’t as comfortable as she would have been in her crib. She could hear the people coming and going, which seemed like it might help, though after awhile, the sound settled into a kind of background lullaby of its own kind. She was genuinely tired, she realized with a shock. Well, her sleeping had been starting earlier this week… And last night did turn into a planning session. She felt a yawn coming on, and refused to let it out. She knew how this went. It dawned on her that people were walking right past her flashed diaper, but there was nothing that she could do. Being a bad baby would only make it worse. Thinking about her diaper was a mistake though. She’d had a movement every night by now, and it had been over 24 hours since the last one. Mommy hadn’t held back on the usual heavy fiber meals today either, and she’d been so enthusiastically playing the role of good girl, that she’d let it be spooned into her mouth along with a suggested second helping - without complaint. Not that her objections ever had any weight anyway. Fighting the urge to wet had been bad enough, but now she had to fight two fronts, all the while laying among her toys and obvious playthings, flashing her stupid diaper as the giants moved about, clearly visible as an exiled little girl who had stayed up past her bedtime. Her play-tiara began to slide down a the sloppy costume of an exhausted little girl, as the final demeaning insult of her miniaturized exile. No matter how she scrunched her face, and tried to fight dozing off, she felt sleep setting in, crawling from every direction as the noises of the grownups began to sound muted and distant. After a moment she gasped, then shot up, realizing that she’d actually fallen asleep for a moment. But it was okay! Her diaper was perfectly clean and dry! Oh, she was actually going to do it! She glanced around, and sure enough, Mommy was approaching, beaming. She’d stayed in place for just long enough, and would get to stay awake! And Mommy’s smile told her that she’d get to celebrate New Year’s Eve, with all the energy that would bring. --- “Do you want some more cake sweetie?” She squirmed in her highchair, and glanced at the messy plate covered in cream, and then the novelty-sized plastic wineglass which had been filled with soda. “N-No Mommy, I’m very full.” It was true. Staying up late was beginning to present its own set of problems. She almost felt like she’d be better off in the crib. She hiccuped - which got a laugh from Mommy - and then scrunched her face as a big cloth was used to clean it. She tried twisting her lower half from side to side, feeling the growing pressure down below which wanted to do far worse than hiccup. This was easily the longest night ever. Her vision became clear as the big cloth was pulled away, and Mommy smiled at her, before carrying the plate away. “Oh!” a visiting lady exclaimed, leaning into the fridge, “Perhaps she’d like some of these blueberries? I know it’s a bit late, but it’s New Year’s Eve, she deserves a treat tonight!” “Oh that sounds wonderful!” Mommy agreed. She felt her stomach gurgle in the highchair, and leaned forward to grip the tray. “Mommy!” she suddenly whined. “Yes Baby?” The giantess glanced at her pose then, and tapped her lip thoughtfully. “Perhaps you’d like to go to your crib now sweetie, and stay up for the rest of New Year’s there?” She nodded, desperately, uncaring if she came off as a pathetic baby who couldn’t stay up all night now. At least there, nobody would keep trying to feed her! --- She’d discover how wrong she was when they arrived at the room, and Mommy took her top off all the same. She’d normally devoted all of her energy to blocking out the experience, but tonight she couldn’t take her mind off of keeping her diaper spotlessly clean. Mommy’s breasts were enormous, smelling of salt and vanilla perfume. The nipple had gone easily into her mouth, not quite the size of her huge pacifier teats, but enough for her to get a reluctant grip on. She’d sucked until her jaw was sore, trying to ignore the filling sensation of her stomach. “I’m so fully Mommy,” she whined, daring to open her eyes tonight and look at what she’d been sucking on. Goodness, this woman was just huge. “Other side,” Mommy cooed, and switched her over. --- She’d been in a daze when Mommy had changed her into a nighttime diaper - double layered tonight, in consideration of all that she’d eaten. She could only moan as she was lowered into her crib, laying flat with her face buried in the pillow for a moment, before glancing over to see Mommy checking the cat-clock. “You’ll be able to still see New Year’s morning from here sweetie,” Mommy cooed, coming back to flip her onto her back and stroke her face free of hair. “Can you tell me where the hands will be when it’s midnight?” She tried to sit up, to glance over. Her stomach wasn’t the only problem - the diaper was by the far the thickest she’d ever experienced. It seemed to be taunting her to just give up all her dreams of adult life, to accept that she’d failed the other tests and would fail this one, to just admit that she was destined to be a baby. She’d wished for all this, after all, hadn’t she? Even if it was an offhand wish, why would she make it unless she wanted it? She held up her two index fingers to indicate where the hands would be, once the cat-clock’s black ‘whiskers’ had turned on the white dial. “Oh clever girl!” Mommy praised, rubbing her head, then fixing her hair and leaning in to deliver a series of kisses. “Oh you’ve been so good tonight, I don’t mind you staying up until the clock says midnight, okay? But then it’s sleep, a moment later.” She nodded sheepishly, almost feeling bad for misleading this woman like this. If all went well, she’d be back in her world in just over an hour, when the clock struck midnight. She began to wonder again whether her diaper messing troubles would continue there, but then decided that was the last thing she needed to think about right now, feeling another gurgle come from her stomach. “Mommy?” “Yes sweetie?” “Can you leave the night light on full, just so I can see the clock?” The woman beamed. “I’ll be back after the adults celebrate to turn it off. You better be asleep by then, okay?” She nodded, and got a smile and another loving brush of fingers along her forehead, then the huge woman marched through the nursery and left. She arched her back, and tried to make the pain stop. God, being a beloved baby was hard. Well, she had to admit, if she would just be a baby and stop fighting certain things, it might get a bit easier, though probably no less uncomfortable. --- Sweat beaded her brow. It felt like time had stopped. She stared at the clock, and saw that five minutes still remained. She lifted her crotch from the mattress, held her diapered rear in the air for a moment, then lowered it back down. Anything to stop her from making a baby of herself. She realized that she hadn’t messed while awake except on that first, fateful day. She wasn’t even quite sure what to expect, and what it might feel like. She gave a small girlish whine which brought a blush to her face, and glanced over at the clock. Dammit. How much longer? Her head was getting dizzy, and she clamped her thighs over her diaper several times. She considered trying to rub the bulging front as an unplanned way of taking her mind off of her current problems, but it seemed wrong to start five minutes before midnight and the escape. Besides, so far she’d been unable to bring herself to really do that in this reality. Getting to the verge was fine - she was there half the day already - but going over required forgetting about how real everything was, and every attempt instead brought her snapping back to reality with a disgusted realization that she was just a baby, and babies didn’t masturbate. Her head buzzed. One minute left. She dared stand, which took most of the remaining time, and held onto the rails, staring at the cat-clock. It’s eyes went side-to-side, taunting her, while its swishing tail was almost hypnotic. Fifteen seconds left. Ten. Five. Four. Three. She closed her eyes, not daring let loose now. The grossest danger had at least become less of a problem, but she could soak her diaper with a torrential flood at a second’s notice. Two. One. She took a deep breath, still gripping tightly to the edge of the rail. Well, it had taken a few moments last time, but she’d at least passed midnight now. She stumbled back, and collapsed onto her backside. It dawned on her that it wasn’t even such a struggle now, a part of it had just been the stress. She spread her legs and sat watching the clock, resting back on her hands, feeling the first notion of a trickle between her legs, then realized it was just sweat. Well, it shouldn’t matter now, but she’d hold back. Still, the clock reached half a minute after a midnight, and still, nothing had happened. She began to stress, kneading her diaper with her knuckles, feeling the fight build up again. What if there were timezones or something? No, this place had been on the same schedule as when she’d left her usual life, she was fairly sure. She lay on her back, and began slowly kicking her legs. Oh god. This was taking too long! It had reached five minutes past, somehow. She stood back up, and held onto the rail’s edge, staring at the clock. What on Earth? The nursery door suddenly opened, revealing the silhouette of Mommy. “Baby! You know you were supposed to be asleep after midnight!” She gasped, not even capable of imaging any reality except this one right now. She threw herself back down, bouncing her padded backside around in the process. Good behaviour lessons came flooding back, and she felt a wave of guilt over how she’d been planning a rebellion all day. With it having not happened, it suddenly all seemed incredibly bad and childish. Was it still going to happen? Mommy turned down the nightlight to half, then walked over and glared down. The good mood was lost with her bit of bad behaviour. “You sleep now, alright naughty girl? It’s right past your bedtime.” She gulped, and saw the woman glance towards the hairbrush on the nearby dresser. Oh god no, please. The woman seemed to decide that, overall, she’d been good enough today, and looked away. “Sleep now my Princess, okay?” She nodded, feeling tears stinging her eyes. It was past midnight, and she still didn’t have any relief. The giantess checked everything was correct, then turned and left, closing the door behind her. The former caption author couldn’t do it, she couldn’t sleep. She turned to stare at the clock. First, half an hour passed. Then an hour. It was one in the morning, a ludicrous time by her new childish identity’s standards. At one-thirty, she gave up. Her diaper let out a low hiss, then a growing roar, and began to slightly change in shape, taking a mottled effect on the surface. It just kept coming and coming. Soon the immediate absorbency of even a diaper so huge couldn’t keep up, and she felt a warm pool building around her nethers. She threw her hands over her eyes, and gave a few shaking sobs. Once she was done, she rolled around in it for a bit, confirming that she’d never get comfortable. Suddenly, she thrust her hips into the air and closed her eyes, and began grunting while the back of her diaper expanded and sagged. It was beyond awful, but she had no energy to block this out this time either. She lay with her hands over her eyes, moaning slightly. This was far darker than anything she’d wished for, wasn’t it? It kept going too, and soon she pulled knees to her chest, and rested her heels on the front of her puffy soaking diaper. When she was done, she couldn’t move. If she lowered her legs, most of the mess which had been positioned by her raised backside would have nowhere to go. It would be awful. But she had to lower her legs eventually. And she had to gasp through the squishing grossness. She felt her adult identity finally taking an equal seat with her repressed childhood now. She understood how her neighbour behaved in the nearly schizophrenic way that she did. Both child and thinking adult, mixed into one. What an awful wish they’d each made. By two thirty, she’d somehow found the energy to hump her toys against the front of her diaper with her hands, then turned over, and used her whole body. It was the worst diaper she’d ever been in. She was the most grossed out she’d ever been. She was also the horniest. When she finally collapsed on her big soft toy, quite sure that she’d have failed any of Santa’s tests by now, she saw that it was almost three. She realized that she’d have to be up soon, and finally surrendered, ready for sleep. She was almost asleep when she heard the fireworks start, and the cheer go up from the living room, despite the soundproofing of her nursery. She blinked, staring out through her crib bars at the clock for a moment, trying to make sense of it. Why would people be celebrating the new year at three in the morn- A most terrible shiver ran through her. Of course. Mommy had been looking after ‘a little girl’ - she’d set the clock ahead so that nine appeared as midnight, to ensure that she was asleep by a suitable time, and felt like she’d stayed up. Mommy had even warned her that it was nothing special. And she was right, there was nothing about that hour which had felt different than now, except the cheer going up in the rest of the world. She let loose a frustrated primal scream as the cheering continued, rolled about kicking for a moment in her messy diaper, then finally collapsed. As she opened her eyes, she caught a red glow just seeming to ebb away from everywhere for a moment, and dared hope - but no, it was just locking her into this reality now, that was Santa’s final gift. She knew. She was laying there in surrender, when the door suddenly flew open. Mommy rushed in. Well, at least the woman cared, and was always listening to the baby monitor. It probably also confirmed how little humping she’d get away with on a less noisy night. “Are you okay sweetheart? Did the fireworks wake you up? Oh I should have turned on your crib mobile.” She looked up, and sniffled, realizing that she couldn’t even blame the mobile for he mess tonight. She’d failed all on her own, awake and conscious and willing. She’d surrendered to babyhood as soon as there seemed no easy path to adulthood, rather than hold out as long as she could like a true adult. The giantess Mommy scooped her from the crib, and began bouncing her over a shoulder for a good fifteen minutes, until she finally she could speak. “Just a bad dream,” she mumbled, blushing at the squishes and squelches from below. And it was true, she’d been dreaming to ever think that she’d escape this place. It was the product of her own wishes, after all. Mommy seemed satisfied after a bit longer, though took her temperature with a thermometer in her mouth - thankfully not able to get into the diaper right now. But she did take her to the changing table afterwards, which gave her hope about that. Unfortunately the woman just produced plastic snap-on pants then, and began tugging them over, pulling the whole warm mess of the diaper closer. “We don’t want these to leak, don’t we?” she asked in a cooing voice, pursing her lips and poking the front of the diaper. “No Mommy,” she agreed, despite herself. “You were quite the little pottypants tonight,” her mother tisked. The former caption author let her head roll back in wordless exhaustion, god dammit Santa. Finally the snaps of the plastic pants were all done up, and she went through another round of breastfeeding, before being returned to the crib. A big kiss on her forehead somehow sealed how final all this was for her. “Happy new year baby,” the giantess cooed, smiling and stroking her forehead. "Happy new year... Mommy..." she said, realizing that it really would be a full year until she had a chance of changing anything. Well, that wasn't true. She could hope for the occasional diaper change, she supposed. Mommy gave her one final kiss, adjusted her toys around her so that she had an audience, then left. “Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year,” she mumbled to herself, then looked over, selected a comforting looking plushy, and pulled it in for a cuddle. She plopped her thumb in her mouth, barely even thinking, knowing what she was now, there was no use trying to pretend anymore. “Shoulda just wrote those Christmas captions…” she muttered, closing her eyes.

Hiya. This happens to be one that I saved back in the day. edit: Well spoiler tags didn't work, I'm sure there was a way to shrink things but cannot remember how. [spoiler='Test'] Author's Note: This is my first real try at writing a story, based on a collection of my favorite themes and ideas. I have always loved those old cartoons from the 1930’s and 40’s where characters got mixed up with some sort of machine, especially those that had diapers and dressing up like a baby such as ‘Modern Inventions’ and ‘Baby Bottleneck’. I have seen a couple stories before with that theme, and I owe them thanks for inspiring this one. Just a warning now: this story will involve themes of bondage, humiliation, cartoonish violence, some swearing, a little sex, and my very warped sense of humor. Please be aware of these in advance. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy the story. “Welcome to the world of the future!” proclaimed Shelly, her arms outstretched for added effect. Ashley rolled her eyes at her elder sibling’s theatrics and looked up at the gleaming red neon sign. It read: MUSEUM OF MODERN MARVELS It shone brightly against the darkening evening sky, looking more like the sort of thing you would see over a cheap diner or motel instead of a museum. The building upon which the sign was affixed was a massive beige-colored structure. Everything about the place was neat and tidy, from the walkway leading up to it all the way down to the perfectly-groomed bushes and trees that lined the path. The actual entrance was a brightly-lit, with steel gates and turnstile where another neon sign, this one reading “Admission 25 Cents” waited. Beyond this were frosted-glass doors leading into the actual museum. “So what do you think guys?” Shelly asked. Ashley’s sister Shelly was a tall, well-tanned girl with flowing black hair and the kind of body that made heads turn everywhere she went. She knew this all too well and so picked clothes that showed it off. She also wore far too much make-up and chintzy-looking jewelry, making the young woman look less stylish than she liked to think she was. “Um...why are we here anyway?” her younger sister queried. Ashley, for her part, was a pretty girl in her own right who mimicked the finer qualities of her older sister’s fashion sense. She ran a hand through her short brown hair and glanced at their two friends: Rosalyn, Ashley’s roommate and a punky-type with pink-streaked hair who loved spiked collars, tasteless T-shirts, striped tights and heavy boots; and Joyce, the oldest of the girls and the most mature both in clothing and attitude. About a decade older than the 23-year-old Ashley, she was often teased by the others as being the ‘old lady’ of the group, and in turn often acted the part, much to the other’s annoyance. “Now, now, Ashley,” Joyce said, smirking, “You got to pick where we went yesterday, so tonight is your sister’s choice.” Ashley sighed. This was how she and her friends spent their two week vacation… seeing the sights, hitting up clubs, and generally partying all night long. Tonight though, her older sister had insisted upon visiting some weird old museum. Ashley had never heard of the place and she doubted anyone but Shelly had, given how her sister developed bizarre fixations on the strangest things. Last year, she has dragged the others to see the world’s largest collection of bottle caps, though Ashley suspected the reason for that little trip was just to watch the others suffer. And now, it was ‘modern’ inventions that were almost 80 years old? “What's this place called again?” said Rosalyn, briefly putting her iPod on pause to join the conversation. “The Museum of Modern Marvels,” said Shelly, clearing her throat, “was founded in the late 1930’s as a place to exhibit futuristic inventions and gadgets.” “What was futuristic then is probably pretty old-fashioned now. But it’s still pretty interesting!” added Joyce helpfully. “Okay, whatever” said Rosalyn, turning back to her music. Ignoring her, Shelly turned to her sister. “Well Ash? Costs a whole quarter to get in! That was a lot of money back then, you know!” “I know,” said Ashley, annoyed. Her older sister loved tormenting her, often going out of her way to be as insufferable as she could be. “Hey, you wanted to come here.” “I sure did” the taller girl grinned. “Well, come on guys, let’s go in.” Joyce announced, leading the way. Upon entering the museum, two things were immediately clear to the girls. First, the place was as big on the inside as it looked outside, with high ceilings that seemed to be 50 feet up. The whole building had an art deco look to it, and everywhere around the girls were various exhibits- on display out in the open, sealed off by velvet ropes linked by golden poles, or even behind glass and plastic cases. The exhibits themselves ranged from massively complicated machines and contraptions to much smaller devices, but all of them shared common characteristics, being artifacts of another time. Also, often being overly complicated to perform simple tasks, like a Pneumatic Potato-Peeler or an Electrified Pea-Splitter, a Magnetic Razor-Sharpener or an Automatic Bundle-Wrapper. Ashley was surprised the entrance turnstile had been as simple as it was, taking a coin and depositing a ticket. Despite their age and retro-look, these things weren’t quite as behind the times as Joyce had thought. The second thing was the there was nobody else in the museum. Not a soul. Had the girls observed more carefully, they would have noted that they had arrived just before closing time. The museum itself was entirely automated, from the ticket booths to the doors which locked soon after the young ladies entered. They were trapped, and they were completely oblivious to this fact! “Wow, look at this place! This is amazing!” Rosalyn marveled, entranced by the old technology long enough to look away from even her own gizmo. “There’s a lot to see,” said Joyce “I need to find a restroom first though. Anyone else need to go?” The others shook their heads. “Well then, you girls wait here, I’ll be back soon!” Joyce waved, walking off to marvel at all manner of strange contraption as she tried to find a toilet, preferably a non-mechanized one that would also give her a massage, brush her teeth and do her taxes. As she walked away, Shelly popped a finger out of her mouth and held it up, as if checking the wind. She then pointed down a long corridor. “I think there’s something really cool over that way. You guys coming with me?” “What about Joyce?” said Rosalyn, concerned. “Yeah, she did just tell us to wait for her!” grumbled Ashley. “She’ll catch up” the older girl responded, checking a map on the wall. “Oh… oh alright.” Ashley sighed, figuring this was at least worth a look-see. Joyce could find them easily enough. The girls proceeded to a wing of the museum marked “SPECIAL EXHIBITION” directed by several signs all pointing in its direction. While Ashley and Rosalyn could never have known, Shelly knew exactly what she was looking for. She’d heard about it while reading up on the place, and the idea of it intrigued her. When they finally came upon it, her eyes lit up and she stated triumphantly: “There it is… the Nursery of Tomorrow!” The embossed bronze sign on the wall said just as much. Next to it was an open doorway. “Huh? It’s just a door” said Rosalyn, confused. “It’s through the doorway, Rozzy” groaned Shelly. “Oh.” The girls went through the open doorway, which had a sign reading ‘CONTROL’ above it. Once inside, the true nature of the exhibit became much more obvious. It was massive, taking up at least a quarter of the museum itself. The room the girls were in was a smaller section, consisting of just a semi-circular control panel with larger control boxes directly behind it and to both sides. On all the panels were all sorts of dials, switches, buttons, indicators and levers. The wall-mounted boxes had strange multi-colored light bulbs atop them. Wires and cables ran from them into the walls. The room was well-lit and spotless, with floors you could practically see your reflection in. “These are the controls,” said Shelly, matter-of-factly “and through there is the nursery.” Ashley and Rosalyn walked up past the control panel. In front of it was a glass pane, through which could be seen a massive room nearly a square kilometer in size. The room was split up into various sections by walls that didn’t quite reach the ceiling. Signs all around the room indicated what the various areas were meant to be. A green-colored conveyor belt ran from the control room through a gap in the glass partition, and right into the nursery. There it continued under a large metal box-shaped object with a retractable hood, and from there on it followed along the walls. On alternative sides of the belt were large blue metal boxes on pedestals. A slot was cut out of the front of each box and on top was an inactive light bulb. The whole room was painted with soft pastels- pinks, yellows and blues. The lights were dimmed low, making it hard to see the full breadth of the nursery, but just enough to get a sense of what it was and what it contained. “Weird. So this was supposed to be a futuristic nursery?” said Ashley, intrigued. “It is a futuristic nursery,” Shelly replied with some smugness in her voice, “and I want to see how it works.” “Huh? But we don’t have any babies for it to… um, care for.” Rosalyn shrugged. “That’s all right, I just want to try to turn it on.” Shelly wasn’t telling the whole truth, but they didn’t need to know that. “Help me out here.” “You sure this is a good idea?” asked Ashley skeptically. “Sure I’m sure. It’s not like there’s a ‘DO NOT TOUCH’ sign or anything,” Shelly scoffed. Ashley coughed and gestured to just such a sign in front of the main control panel. “Oh. Well, I’m sure it’s just a suggestion.” And with that, Shelly gave the sign a hard kick and looked over the control panel. There were a lot of different settings and options. This could take a while. “Huh,” said Ashley, reading a placard on the far wall next to the door. “It says here the Nursery of Tomorrow was originally designed in the late 1930’s but deemed too expensive to realize until many years later. It is therefore the most sophisticated exhibit in the museum and capable of being self-sufficient for months on end, able to build whatever it needs to take care of hundreds of babies at once.” “That’s nice,” said Shelly, not really paying attention. She was focused on trying to turn the thing on, but one particular dial caught her eye: ‘AGE’ Well now, she wondered, might this be what she was looking for? Shelly grinned evilly to herself. She loved screwing with her little sister and nothing would have been funnier than the get her mixed up in this contraption. Who knows what hilarity would result? It was worth finding out. She casually turned the dial all the way to maximum, wondering why the ever-increasing numbers suddenly ended with letters, but shrugged it off. She then turned her attention to the bigger control box, which Rosalyn was looking over. “Any luck Rozzy?” “I think it’s this one,” the punkish girl said. She grabbed a large crank and gave it a tug, then pushed another switch. A loud hum could be heard, and suddenly the lights in the nursery came on. “Sweet! I did it!” Shelly exclaimed, running over to the other side of the room to take a look. Rosalyn rolled her eyes and followed her. Shelly examined the illuminated control panel, and then the belt. She licked her lips. This was going to be so funny! “We’ve been here ten minutes,” said Ashley, tapping her watch. “Maybe we should go back and find Joyce before you accidentally blow this place up or something?” “Oh, don’t be such a worrywart Ashley. She’ll find us,” her sister grumbled. “Come take a look.” Ashley sighed and walked over to see what the other two were so fascinated by. They were trying to look through the opening in the glass partition to see if the large metal box-like object was doing anything. “Hmmm… the power’s on, but it’s still in stand-by I guess” Rosalyn shrugged. “There must be a way to get this thing moving…” said Shelly. She was starting to get irritated now, and sooner or later the other two would catch on that she was up to something. She spied a lever near where the conveyor belt fed into the glass wall. “Hey guys, check the belt and see if there’s anything around it we have to turn on.” “Okay,” they replied, obliviously. Shelly made her way over to the lever, preparing to yank it as soon as the time was right… Shelly scooted over to the lever and took hold of it behind her back, smirking. The other two puttered around under the belt for a moment before Ashley shook her head. “Nothing! This is a waste of time, sis, I don’t think we can get this thing started. And besides, Joyce is probably-“ As she spoke, Ashley rose and leaned forward, putting her hands on the belt to help herself up. As she did, the curve of her jean-clad bottom came in contact with a big red button on the edge of the control panel. There was a loud CRASH! Machinery roared! The girls were so stunned by the noise that they all jumped in shock. Ashley bumped into Rosalyn, who in turn bumped into Shelly and pushed her right onto the conveyor belt. Shelly was still gripping onto the lever, and as the girl fell onto the belt she gave it a good hard yank forward! Rosalyn fell down as well, pulling Ashley with her. All three were flat on the belt and before anyone could do anything, there was another loud CRASH! The belt shuddered and started moving forward, pulling the girls under the glass partition and into the nursery room itself. Gears clanked, wheels whirled, pistons pumped. Electrodes sizzled, chemicals bubbled, and horns blew. Alarm bells were ringing. The Nursery of Tomorrow was open for business! Shelly, on her stomach, tried to right herself. Those clowns had ruined everything! “Friggin’ idiots! What do you think you’re…” but she trailed off as she looked up ahead. The large metal box with the hood was rumbling, and now that she was close enough, Shelly could see what was inside the roughly mini-van-sized contraption. She gulped, realizing that she was about to become the victim of her own ill-planned prank! Ashley shook her dazed head and looked up at Rosalyn, then quickly realized where they both were. “What the heck!?” she could only exclaim, before the girls heard a whirring noise and a shrill scream. They looked ahead to see Shelly’s legs disappearing under the metal hood, and more noises coming from within mixed with her cries. “Yikes!” Rosalyn exclaimed “I’ve had enough of this!” The girl tried to sit up and get off the belt, but long, silver mechanical arms reached out from under the hood. The ‘elbow’ joints were simple gray spheres. On the ends were four-fingered white-gloved hands, looking like something out of a cartoon. They seized the girl’s wrists and pulled her back onto the belt. “Hey! Let go of me! Ah! Ashley! Help!” Not that there was much Ashley could do. Rosalyn struggled and fought, but it was no use. Within a few seconds she too was pulled under the metal hood, howling all the while. More whirring noises were heard, as well as more curses and shouts. “Oh crap,” said Ashley, realizing she was next in line to disappear into the massive metal box. She tried to get off the belt as well, but was knocked back by a silver blur. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a robot speeding to the side of the box, carrying a laundry basket. It had a very retro design, being little more than a silver box with metal arms with metal hands and a thin metal neck that ended with a silver ball. From the ball-head appeared to emanate quick bursts of electricity. Instead of legs the robot had a long pole extending out from the chest-box area, which ended with an upside-down ‘T’, on the ends of which there were small wheels. In front of this this was a red metal shovel or scoop that almost looked like an oversized dustpan, designed to move up and down the metal pole. Ashley had just enough time to take in the image of the service robot before she too disappeared under the hood. Once inside, Ashley could see just what all the fuss was about: she was in a small room with shiny metal walls. There were exposed gears, wires and cogs above her, but still enough room to sit up and even stand. And in front of her, she saw Shelly & Rosalyn, both restrained by yet more metal hands coming from the walls and ceiling. And they were gradually being stripped of their clothing! Shelly had already lost her scarf & jacket, now down to a tank top that was being expertly removed by yet more robotic arms. Her belt was unbuckled and her shorts were being pulled down. Her shoes were long gone, as was any jewelry she had worn. She struggled furiously against the machine’s iron grip, but she was no match for it. “Let me go you bucket of bolts! Let me go!” she commanded, but the crazy contraption went right on with its assigned task. No amount of fighting or dodging could save her from the mechanized manhandling. Rosalyn had lost her jacket and her spiked collar accessory. Her belt was undone too, and her skirt was being slid down her hips towards her calf-length boots. She twisted and turned with little luck as well. Like Shelly, her protests were completely ignored. Ashley had barely taken this all in when her wrists were seized and she was pulled to her knees. “Hey! Stop! Quit it! Cut it out!” she cried as her own jacket was unzipped and removed. Her earrings and bracelets came next, and her own belt was being undone. This can’t be happening, she thought! What had started out as a dull if pleasant evening trip was suddenly taking a very nasty turn! Didn’t this machine realize they weren’t just babies!? Rosalyn’s boots were pulled from her, along with her skirt and her beloved iPod. Her striped tights were yanked down, exposing her purple thong. “Hey! You know how much that cost me!? Give it back!” she yelled as her music device was confiscated. Her T-Shirt was pulled over her head, leaving her with the matching bra she wore underneath. Rosalyn was livid! She glared up at the machinery above her. “Stop this, you perverted creep! I’m not a baby!” Rosalyn’s angry ranting nor her fondness for designer clothing helped get her shirt back, but it did get her something else: a spring-loaded boxing glove that shot out from the wall to pop her gently in the face, stunning the poor girl “Oof!” As for Shelly, she had now lost her tank top and was down to just her black silk bra and panties. With little effort the machine removed those, pulling them right off the girl and depositing them along with the other clothing down a chute in the wall. Within seconds she was completely naked, her breasts swinging free and every inch of her tan body on full display. The buxom girl continued to shriek and struggle, unable to grasp that doing so only made things harder for her. “Oh! Let me go! Let me go!” she roared as she was then stuffed out the other opening of the metal box. Ashley watched as the dazed Rosalyn was deprived of her own underwear and the nubile young girl writhed and fought as she exited the de-clothing area. Ashley had lost her own undershirt, her shoes, socks and pants, and as she was brought to her feet she could feel her green & pink-striped bra being undone. “Ow! Ah! Stop! STOP!” she screamed, as she felt the machine teasingly peel down her panties… Shelly appeared from the other side of the hooded box, heading towards the first of many areas along the conveyor belt. “What the hell!? I’m naked!!” she cried, looking herself over. She looked ahead and gritted her teeth. “Screw this! I’m outta here!” The elder sister tried to slide off of the belt onto the floor, but mechanical hands reached down from above and grabbed her wrists, pulling her back onto the belt and flat onto her back. “Oof! Hey! Let go!” she demanded, with no luck. Above the conveyor belt were tracks in the ceiling where mechanical arms could appear and disappear as they pleased. The whole nursery really was one giant machine, and the three foolish girls were now caught up in it. The conveyor belt proceeded along at a leisurely but efficient pace. Shelly entered the first area, where a sign on the wall read ‘HEALTH CHECK’. The belt ended and a metal plate bridged it and a second belt. Shelly was slid onto this plate, which then proceeded to sink slightly. From above a hand descended with a rattle toy that looked like an ugly cartoon bee. It shook itself in front of Shelly’s face, and the girl tried to hiss and shoo it away. An indicator on the wall then registered Shelly’s weight with a dinging sound. “Hey! I’m not that heavy you ridiculous contraption!” she yelled. Not that it did her any good, as she was quickly moved off of the weighing pad and sped along to the next station. By this time Rosalyn had exited the clothing removal machine, and was heading towards her own health check. Shocked by what was happening, she desperately tried to get off the belt, only to be pulled back on again and again. Ashley soon followed her, and watched as the last of the girls’ clothing was deposited into the laundry basket, now placed next to the de-clothing machine. A smaller bin containing their valuables then popped out and landed on top of the laundry, and the service robot picked it up and sped away. It would be the last time she’d be seeing her stuff for a while… Shelly approached the first blue metal box, where the light bulb on top began blinking bright red. The belt slowed down, though didn’t stop completely. From the slot on front came more gloved mechanical arms, one of which held what looked like a thermometer. The machine gave it a good shake. Shelly suddenly had a sinking feeling in her stomach. “Oh no… no you don’t!” she cried, trying to break free. But even a sporty, fit girl like herself was powerless against the technology she was dealing with. She was turned over onto her stomach. Her legs were seized and pulled apart, exposing her most private places. Shelly gulped, turning her head back to look. She saw the thermometer maneuvering into position right between her cheeks, and then- “WOOF!” she cried at the unwelcome intrusion. It was ice-cold! Shelly grunted as the lubricated thermometer was gentled worked into her. After several seconds, it was removed with a gentle pop as Shelly blushed beet-red. There was a ding and one mechanical hand flashed an “OK” sign. The belt then sped up again, taking the humiliated girl to her next stop. As that happened, Rosalyn was being weighed. She continued to struggle and shout, but it was pointless. The bee rattled just drummed her on the head, making the poor girl even angrier. Once she had been properly weighed, the belt continued her towards her temperature-taking. Rosalyn watched on fearfully the machine deposited the used thermometer in a box and a new, clean one appeared from the nearest box station. Her legs were seized and the girl was turned onto her stomach. She flinched and gritted her teeth as the chilly thermometer went right up her poop chute. With a clean bill of health, Shelly now entered the next area, labeled “PREPARATION”. Her wrists were seized and she was pulled to her knees, the belt slowing in front of the next station. A thin metal pipe emerged from one box, stopping barely a foot away from her face. On the very end was a tiny nozzle. “What the hell are you—ACK!” the girl cried as her face was blasted by a jet of cold water. The spray was aimed right as her eyes! After a few seconds of this, the pipe retracted and hands wielding soft bristled brushes came out. They rubbed up and down Shelly’s face. “AWLP! SCHTOP! SCHTOP!!” she tried to say, with little luck. The combination of the jet spray and brushes washed off Shelly’s overly-done make-up, leaving the once dark-eyed, pink-lipped girl looking plain and natural. With that done, the hands retreated back to their slots, and Shelly was moved on. By this time Rosalyn had gotten her temperature taken with maximum fuss, and Ashley, having been weighed, was next. She saw what was coming and silently cursed her sister. It was all her fault! If Shelly hadn’t gotten them into this mess…! Her thoughts did little to help here though, as she felt the cold thermometer gently worked into her sphincter. “Eeeek!” Her make-up gone, Shelly was now sped along to the next station. Her legs were pulled out from under her and she landed hard on her rear end. “Ouch! Watch it!” she snarled. The girl saw an interesting new device emerge from the nearest box. It was vibrating, making a high-pitched buzzing noise, and the tip was a metal safety blade. Her heart sank. “NO NO NO NO NO!!!” Shelly fought to keep her legs clamped shut, but it was no good. The steel strength of the machine was too much and she found her legs forced apart. The whirring barber clippers were moved in right towards her crotch. “Not that! Anything but that!” she cried. But as always, her pleas fell on deaf ears. “AIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!! AH! OH! OW! OW! STOP IT! CAREFUL! OUCH!” The buzzing clippers got right to work on shaving off her black curls of pubic hair. And not just some of it… all of it came off! Shelly tried to kick and fight, but she was held immobile while the machine carefully worked to deprive her of the symbol of womanhood. Another hand with a small vacuum cleaner got to work sucking up the clippings that fell onto the belt. After several minutes of skillful shaving, the awful mechanical limbs retreated back to their boxes, and Shelly was released. She fell forward, stopping herself with her hands. She then sat back to inspect the machine’s handiwork. “Are you kidding me!?” she exclaimed, looking down at her hairless crotch, which was now smooth a baby’s bottom. “This is ridiculous! I look like a kid! Do you have any idea what this does to my credibility!?” She looked up at nothing in particular, shaking her fist. “When I get out of this, I’m going to-whoa!” Shelly fell forward as the belt lurched forward and carried her on her way. Meanwhile, Rosalyn had been stopped at the make-up wash-off station, where the gadgetry was doing just that. “AWHLP! HALP! HALP!” she cried as all the hard work she put into her eye shadow, blush and lipstick was washed and scraped away by the soft brushes. Once the job was done, Rosalyn was moved forward and then it was Ashley’s turn. At the next station the now-bared Shelly was pulled onto her stomach. From the next blue box came a large bristled brush, the biggest she’d ever seen. It immediately got to work brushing the girl down from head to toe. “Hey! Ow! Stop it! Cut it out!” she protested. The brush was soft but efficient, and as it raked over her body it made even the well-tanned girl glow a little pink. Shelly’s eyes widened as it got to her butt and her newly-shorn crotch; as humiliating as it was to be brushed down like this, it also felt kind of good! The girl’s heart skipped a beat as the machine took extra care to brush back and forth between her legs. “Oh… oh wow! Oh yeah! That’s the stuff!” she exclaimed, hooting and making wolf whistles. The machine apparently didn’t appreciate her commentary though. “Yeah baby! More of tha-OUCH!” Shelly exclaimed as the overturned hard, wooden side of the brush gave her a sharp swat on her butt! The girl was then turned over and the brush did her front side, starting from her toes and working back up to her head. She whimpered and whined as the bristles raked across her hardening nipples, but any arousal was soon quashed as the brushed worked itself over her mouth and face! Shelly spat our hairs and groaned as the belt started back up, sending the frazzled girl towards the next part of her processing. Back to Rosalyn, who was saying goodbye to her own bush… “AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE STOP! STOP! AH! AH! OH! OOOH!” she cried. The buzzing clippers were turned off, the last scraps of hair vacuumed up, and the girl was released as the belt started up again. Rosalyn looked down at her newly-shaved self with shock. “Oh no! This looks terrible! What’ll my boyfriend say!?” “Rozzy, you don’t HAVE a boyfriend!” Ashley shouted from further down the belt. “Well, if I had one, what would he say?” Rosalyn thought for a moment. “Actually, maybe it’s not so bad. Guys like the jailbait look, don’t they?” She imagined herself dressed up in a racy schoolgirl uniform, with top tied too right and thong straps showing, blowing a kiss and batting her big fake eyelashes. “Heh, that might finally bag me a ma-AHHH!” she cried as the overturned brush clonked her on the head, then got to work brushing the poor girl down. A few feet back, Ashley sighed as her boy-crazy friend struggled and screamed. Knowing that whatever happened to Shelly and Rosalyn would doubtless happen to her, she had accepted her fate. Though that didn’t mean she had to like it! She snarled and hissed as the barber clippers were moved towards her groin. “You just wait ‘til I get out of here!” The belt turned a corner, and Shelly entered the next area, “DRESSING”. She had a pretty good idea of what that meant, and she did not want to stick around for when it happened! With all her might, the naked girl tried to lunge off of the belt, but all that did was succeed in making her slip and fall flat on her back. “Ooof! Damn it! Let me go! Let me go!!!” Just the position the machine wanted her in for the next station… The conveyor belt continued to chug along happily, bringing Shelly to the next stop. The bulb atop the nearest blue box blinked red as a hand came out and pulled a fresh Baby Wipe from a nearby container. The struggling young woman’s legs were seized and her bottom pulled up while the machine went to work wiping her down. “Ooh! Ah! Cold, cold!” she whined. Shelly tried to kick her way out, but the mechanical limbs held firm. She tried to stamp her fists on the belt, but her wrists were still restrained by yet more hands. How could this be happening? Her entire life had been turned upside down in a matter of minutes! This stupid machine was supposed to care for babies! Shelly was so enraged that she couldn’t think straight, completely forgetting how not a half hour earlier she had relished the thought of seeing Ashley undergo exactly the same kind of humiliation. The wipe continued to move up and down her crack before the machine was satisfied she had been cleaned properly. The used wipe was deposited in a nearby flip-lid trash can. Shelly then continued on her way, grumbling all the while. Moments later Rosalyn rolled up to the wiping station, and gasped as the damp cloth started rubbing her down. Meanwhile, Ashley was being brushed head-to-toe, the soft bristles rubbing all over her newly-shaved body. She writhed and jiggled, but with no luck. She and the others were completely in the nursery’s power. “Ah! AH! STOP!” she wailed, eyes tearing up. While she wasn’t as ticklish as Rosalyn, Ashley was doing everything she could to burst out laughing as the brush raked across the soles of her feet, the insides of her thighs, and so on. This was unbearable! Its task completed, the brush returned back to the waiting box and the red bulb shut off. Her hair a frizzy mess, her body pink with heat and wet with perspiration, Ashley was moved forward to the dressing area. At the next stop, Shelly watched as one hand took a bottle of baby oil and squirted some into the palm of another hand. Oh no, she thought. Getting brushed or wiped down was bad enough, but now there were going to be actual fingers down their? Cartoonish, gloved robotic fingers, but still! She tried to pull away as the machine began rubbing the oil all over her shaven pussy and buttocks. She twisted and pulled with no luck, at the mercy of the machine. “Ah! Stop! Don’t touch me there! Oh! Oh! Cut it out!” she hissed. She was turned over onto her stomach as the oiling continued. Shelly blushed as the hand slipped in and out between her butt cheeks, slathering on the oil with no regard for how incredibly turned on it was making the poor girl. She let out a little squeak as she felt the fingers rub against her most sensitive spot. She could swear the machine was deliberately teasing her now! “Oooooooh!” she crowed, eyes tearing. Seeing stars, the oiled-up girl was moved ahead to the next area, where this time, a hand scooped up a nice dollop of Vaseline in one finger, and that finger went right for Shelly’s asshole. “ACK!” she cried as the finger worked its way in. She bit her lip as the sensation in her ass just made her even more aroused. With that task completed, she was transported further down the belt where a telltale smell greeter her nostrils at last. Hands appeared from the nearest box wielding a bottle of talcum powder, which was sprinkled all over the poor girl’s bottom half. Shelly was turned over onto her back so the powdering could continue. As this happened, another arm with a powder puff on the end patted the girl down, ensuring the sweet-smelling powder covered every inch over her shapely bottom. The machine was really pouring it on! “Ah…ah…AH-CHOOO!” Shelly sneezed, again and again. Further back, Rosalyn had been properly wiped down and was now being oiled up. She was awash in an explosive mix of agony and ecstasy, blushing beet-red in humiliation and yet somehow not wanting it to stop. The machine couldn’t have possibly known; it was just doing the duty it had been built for. But what might have seemed innocent and natural for a real baby was frustratingly titillating for a mature young woman like herself. Although maybe “mature” is not the best word… “WHOOO! WOW! HOT DAMN!” Rosalyn exclaimed, only to be silenced by another hairbrush clonking her on the head. The dazed girl was then moved ahead to get her Vaseline treatment, while in her place came poor Ashley, who was just grinding her teeth at the thought of what she would do to Shelly when they got out of this mess. If they got out… After being thoroughly powdered, Shelly was moved ahead. From the walls came the rumbling whine of several sewing machines, and as soon as she reached the next station, a panel in the wall opened to reveal freshly-made cloth diapers. The machine snatched one up while Shelly’s legs were lifted into the air. Naturally, this did not happen without some protest. “Hey! Stop! You don’t have to diaper me! I’m an adult! I don’t need this!” she complained ineffectually as ever. The clean white cloth was placed under her. Her bottom was lowered and with expert skill, the hands wrapped and folded it around her. A hand with the biggest safety pin she’d ever seen slid it through with skillful ease, keeping everything nice and secure. Some more baby powder was showered over her for good measure, eliciting another sneeze. Finally, the belt cranked and chugged her ahead. Shelly looked down at its handiwork with a mix of grudging awe and absolute rage. “A diaper! Why I never…!” she hissed. The heavy-duty cloth encased her bottom fully, bulging out and making her look every bit the baby the machine apparently thought she was. Although if Shelly had been smarter, she might have realized that in dialing up the ‘AGE’ setting, she had given the machine the OK to do things a little… differently. The Nursery had some special settings the girls weren’t aware of yet… The dressing didn’t end there though. At the next stop, a panel in the wall opened and out came a platform with newly-sewn clothes made just for her. First up, the machine took a pair of frilly purple rhumba panties with orange trim. The belt slowed to an almost-stop as Shelly’s arms and legs were grabbed and the contraption got to work on pulling those on. She fought and flinched, but within seconds the rhumba panties had been pulled up her legs and over her diaper. The elastic waistband snapped around the girl’s hips, making her squeal. Following that, the machine took a short purple T-shirt with orange ruffles at the edges that matched the panties. This was pulled down over Shelly’s head and over her ample bosom. It was too small to actually reach the hem of her underpants and instead fell just a few inches past her breasts, leaving her midriff exposed. Next there came fingerless mittens and booties, also purple with orange trim. These were pulled over the frantic girl’s hands and feet, the elastics within keeping them on nice and secure. A matching bib with a cute little cartoon milk bottle picture on it was tied around her neck. Last but not least, a large ruffled bonnet was plopped onto her head and tied in a nice perfect bow under her chin. Shelly’s long black hair was combed back, braided into pigtails, and held in place by purple ribbons. The whole process took a few minutes what with her struggling and shouting, and covered about four different stations, as the belt patiently moved her ahead while the girl was passed from one iron grip to the next. With the dressing completed, Shelly was moved to one more station, where a mirror was held up in front of her face. She gasped with utter disbelief. “Wha… what!? I look ridiculous!” she stammered as the mirror moved up and down her body. Shelly was furious! She had never been this humiliated in her entire life! The 20-something socialite that prided herself on a lifetime of good grades, prestigious athletic awards and financial success had been reduced to diapers and baby cloths by a deranged antique! With little to comfort her, Shelly let loose with an angry wail, bawling her eyes out. She threw a complete tantrum, kicking and pounding the belt, which just moved her on calmly towards the final area, past a sign that read “CARING”. While Shelly’s dressing had been going on, the other two had gotten their share of torment from the insidious nursery. After being lubed up, Rosalyn was powdered down, diapered, and dressed in an identical version of Shelly’s outfit, except colored light blue with yellow trimmings. Ashley followed her, except her clothing was light green with pink trim. Having shorter hair, neither girl got pigtails, though they got ever other bit of humiliating torment. As the mirror ran up and down her body, Rosalyn’s face fell. “Oh no! I look like a weirdo! What guy is going to want to go out with me now?” Her daydream of being a slutty schoolgirl was quashed, and now she imagined herself lifting up her skirt to find a big fluffy diaper. Only the belt jerking her ahead to the next stop brought Rosalyn back to reality. Behind her, Ashley just grumbled, growing more and more tired of everything she’d been putting up with this night… Shelly’s first stop in the new area put her in front of a pull-down wall scroll decorated with cutesy pictures of bottles, rattles, diaper pins, and stuffed animals. In block letters it read ‘Baby’s First Photo’. “Oh, what the hell now!?” Shelly demanded. She was then turned to face a waiting camera, which snapped several pictures before she could even react, the flash blinding her momentarily. “AGH! STOP IT! DAMN IT!” With her photo now on record, Shelly was pulled onto her back and moved towards the next station. A large glass cylinder waited at one side, and a sign atop it read ‘MILK’. “Milk?! What a world!” Shelly moaned. A hand from above grabbed a rubber hose connected to the milk container, and popped the end right into Shelly’s mouth. The end was a plastic nipple that seemed a little large for a baby’s mouth. Whoever designed this place must have been nuts, Shelly thought. Her wandering mind soon turned back to the milk though, as the warm white liquid flooded her mouth. The girl gulped down quickly, gasping as soon as the hose was removed. “Yuck! That’s the worst milk I’ve ever had!” she groaned. Her thirst quenched, Shelly was moved on ahead as Rosalyn, who was still bleary-eyed from the photo shoot, saw what was to come. “Oh good, I’ve been dying for a drink!” she exclaimed, actually pleased for once. Maybe this place wasn’t all bad. “Can I have a cookie too?” But Rosalyn didn’t get any cookies. Just the honor of having the milking tube shoved in her mouth, shutting her up for the first time that night. Shelly continued along to the next stop, where instead of the usual slotted blue box, there waited a new kind of device. It resembled a female dress form, plugged right into the ground with a metal pole. The mannequin form itself was a very busty-looking one wearing only a purple sweater, leaving the girder skirt below exposed. The mannequin lacked arms below the shoulders and any kind of head, instead having a small golden ball at the neck. Shelly couldn’t make heads or tails of the thing until she got close enough to it. Mechanical arms shot out from the shoulders, lifted her up, and held her close against the dress form’s chest. It then gently started patting her back! It was trying to burp her! Shelly was floored. As she was much bigger than the babies that the device was accustomed to, her bootie’d toes just barely touched the floor and it felt completely silly to be held up like this, although the machine was strong enough to do just that. After several pats, Shelly let loose a loud belch, and with its task completed, the mannequin placed her back on the belt, leaving the girl completely baffled by the whole experience. As she was sped off, Rosalyn came up, and before she could even get in a word she was off the belt and being burped like a baby. Ashley meanwhile was gulping down milk, trying to retreat into her daydreams of chasing down her idiotic sister with a truck, throwing her off of a bridge, letting a pack of wolves after her… Shelly’s next stop was between two normal blue boxes, from which came an assortment of hands. A hole in the wall opened and out came what looked like an old-fashioned phonograph. The record began to spin and the pre-recorded voice of a woman played. Dere’s my wittle baby! Es oo is! Es oo is! Kitchy-kitchy-koo! A gitchy-gitchy-goo! Mama’s gonna tickle yousie! As this happened, the hands tickled Shelly’s tummy, pinched her cheeks and pressed on her nose like a button. But the young woman was not amused. “Hey! Cut it out! Quit it! Shoo, shoo! Go away!” she yelled, trying to bat the hands away. In response, one popped a pacifier right into her mouth. She tried to spit it out, but it was shoved right back in, forcing her to suck on it dejectedly as the tickling play continued. When that was done, one final hand appeared from the box, holding what looked like a stamp shaped like a pair of lips. The lip-stamp “kissed” Shelly right on the forehead, and then with a rumble, the belt carried her to the very end. She was grabbed by arms from the ceiling which lifted her into the air and transported her to a new area. Rosalyn had been burped and was next in line to be tickled and teased. As she was very ticklish, the poor girl had to fight with every ounce of her strength to not lose control. “AHAHAHAHA STOP! STOP! P-PLEASE! HAHAHAHA!” she wailed, until she too was pacified. Ashley had just finished being burped and was not looking forward to what came next. Shelly, being held under her arm pits, was carried over to a corner, kicking and struggling all the while. Any attempt to spit out the pacifier would just result in it being forced back into her mouth, so she consented for the time being. Under the floor, the sound of hammers and saws working like crazy could be heard, and within a few minutes, a hole in the floor opened up and a brand-new barred crib, made just for her, emerged. It was blue and pink with ribbons, frilly sheets and other girly details. The young woman was dropped right into it, and another set of bars snapped shut over the top, trapping her within. A few minutes later, Rosalyn and Ashley joined her, being deposited into their own brand-new cribs, made big enough for the girls but small enough to still be uncomfortable. And with that, the lights dimmed, and the rumbling machinery shut down. Soft lullabies played from speakers around the nursery, and dangling mobiles descended from the ceiling, stopping just short of the cribs. The girls, all exhausted from their ordeal, could only lie there in silence, their minds shot. They didn’t talk or try to take out their pacifiers, but just sucked away. The warm, inviting blankets made them drift off to sleep, even if they didn’t want to. Any fight left in them soon turned to fuzzy blackness. A sign descended from the ceiling nearby, reading ‘QUIET PLEASE’. Ashley awoke with a loud noise ringing in her ears. The clanging alarm bells were deafening! The lights turned up to full brightness as the cranking of machinery starting up was heard in the distance. The soft lullabies changed to more upbeat, jazzy instrumental nursery rhymes. Rosalyn and Shelly bolted up as well, wondering what was going on. Shelly spat out her pacifier, finally getting a chance to speak again. “What the hell is that?” she cried. The bars on top of the cribs folded back, and mechanical arms were quickly upon the girls, lifting them up into the air. As they cried out, Ashley and Rosalyn lost their pacifiers as well, but the machine made no effort to replace them, leaving them behind in the cribs. The girls were carried struggling and kicking away from the corner and over to another new area. On the way, Ashley spied a clock on the wall. “Oh no… it’s already nine-thirty!” “So?” Shelly called over. “Didn’t we come to this place around like quarter to eight? It’s way past closing time!” “And what about Joyce? She won’t be happy!” Rosalyn added fearfully. “Who cares about Joyce!!! We’ve got bigger problems to deal with right now!” Shelly barked. The girls were airlifted over to a sign that read “PLAY AREA”. Beyond a plastic baby barrier was a huge carpeted section with large colorful mats for added comfort. The place was filled with toys of all sorts, from rattles to ragdolls to stuffed animals of every kind. There were coloring books, wooden toy trains and much, much more. Every baby toy the girls could think of was there! The walls were covered in big bright cut-out animals and oversized alphabet letters. A TV set in one corner played old cartoons on endless repeat. It would have been impressive to the girls were they not being forced into it! The sounds of sawing, drilling, and hammering could be heard under the floors. Suddenly, three holes in the ground opened up, and out popped three brand-new wooden rocking horses. The girls were deposited on these with a gentle thud. “Oof!” cried Ashley “What the heck!?” “I guess it is play time” said Rosalyn, glancing about. “I’d say it’s better than that. It’s escape time!” Shelly grinned. “We’re finally free for a change!” She was telling the truth, as the ladies were for the first time in a while not being manhandled by mechanical limbs. There were no cages or cribs confining them, other than the baby barrier, and that was pathetically easy for them to hop over. Escape should have been a piece of cake. However, Ashley wasn’t so sure. “As soon as we try to run away though, I bet that this place will be on us in no time flat.” “How about we go over that way?” Rosalyn suggested, gesturing over towards what looked like the edge of the play area. Several potted plants lined the walls, as well as a number of toys not in immediate use. It seemed to be open at the far end, suggesting a way to another part of the nursery. “That could work, but who knows what’ll happen if we try to go that way?” “It’s better than staying here!” On this, the girls agreed. “Obviously, we need a distraction” said Shelly. “You two keep this place occupied while I’ll escape and find some way to turn off this machine.” “What? Yeah right!” Ashley shouted. “I know what you’d really do.” Ashley felt her face turn red with anger, as she remembered how Shelly had gotten them into this mess in the first place. She owed her sister a good talking-to! “What, me?” said Shelly, pointing to herself with mock innocence. “Well, it is your fault we’re here!” “What!? It’s YOUR fault we got caught up in this whole thing! If it weren’t for your butt-!” “YOU wanted to turn this stupid nursery on in the first place!” “Uh, guys?” Rosalyn asked, trying to get a word in. But they ignored her. The two sisters got off the horses and waddled right up, getting in each other’s faces. There was no stopping them now. “You always do this, blaming me for your own mistakes!” Shelly spat. “My mistakes? How about your screw-ups!” Ashley shot back. “I swear you belong in this place! You’re acting just like a spoiled brat!” “Takes one to know one!” “Why you little-!” Shelly roared, trying to grab her sister. Ashley dodged, got behind her, and gave her pigtails a good hard yank. “OOOH! OW! OW! OW! STOP IT! NO FAIR!” “Hah! Say uncle, you -AIIIIEEEEKKK!” Ashley cried as both she and her sister were seized by mechanical arms. They were dragged apart to separate corners where holes in the ground opened up, and out popped little wooden chairs that were just barely right for the girls’ sizes. They were seated in the chairs, which faced the corners. A scolding finger was wagged in each girl’s face as an alarm bell rang. On the wall was a childish clock that looked like a cutesy cartoon face, with the arms forming the “nose.” The arms spun rapidly before settling on ten minutes to the hour, and then counting down slowly. Shelly and Ashley ignored the hands in their faces and just glared at each other. Rosalyn, still on her rocking horse, just rolled her eyes. “Great…” she said, before she spied something in the corner of her eye. Suddenly, and idea crossed her mind. She glanced back at the two sisters still being silently lectured, and decided that perhaps the escape plan was off to a great start after all- she would just be the one to escape! So she quietly crept over to where there was a large pile of letter blocks, and a huge fluffy teddy bear, bigger than even Rosalyn herself. The girl looked around, sneaking ever closer to the blocks. Then, when she was sure the coast was clear, Rosalyn dove behind the block pile. She reached out and grabbed the bear, pulling it behind the pile as well. There was some shuffling, struggling and grumbling, but before long the stuffed doll was back in place- except wearing all of Rosalyn’s baby clothes! Rosalyn waited until mechanical arms reached out to pick up the bear and place it over in front of the TV set. Then, silently, she crept along the wall, hopping over the plastic fence on the far side. The naked girl maneuvered between play houses, balls and bouncy mats, making her way away from the play area. More potted plants lined the way, and before long Rosalyn could see the edge of the wall and another section of conveyor belt beyond. And nothing was following her! Success! “Heheheh… sorry girls, but you’re on your own for now!” Rosalyn snickered. As soon as she got out of this place, she’d of course free her friends… when she felt like they deserved it! As Rosalyn prepared to get the heck out of the crazy nursery, something caught her eye. “Oh, wow!” Amidst more plants, on another carpeted area, there was a gleaming white grand piano. It was the biggest one Rosalyn had ever seen, several yards across. Above it a sign read “For Baby’s Enjoyment”. Rosalyn’s curiosity got the better of her, and she momentarily put her escape plans on hold, walking over to inspect the magnificent object. It was spotless, with bright white ivory keys and a body that looked more ceramic than wood. While the closed top was smooth and shiny, Rosalyn could see several panels and squares cut out into it. Curious, she thought. On the front, above the keys were two switches, labeled “TONE CONTROL” and “ORCHESTRA”. As Rosalyn leaned in for a better look, she failed to realize that in doing so, she would lean right on the keys! The sound of hands slamming on piano keys made her jump back, but it was already too late. She had activated the piano! Mechanical hands appeared from under the keyboard, grabbed the naked girl by the waist, and tossed her on top of the piano. She tumbled head-over heels right across its shiny surface! The hands then flexed, pretended to crack their knuckles, and set about playing a cheerful little tune with all the skill of a professional pianist. Rosalyn, still lying on the piano, crawled over to inspect with a mix of apprehension and wonderment. “Well I’ll be!” Rosalyn muttered, amazed at the machine’s skill. She should have kept her mouth shut though, because a panel right under her opened up and out came a flute on a metal rod, which popped right into her mouth and tooted all on its own. The flute went back and forth a bit, pulling her with it, before returning to its slot, leaving the girl shocked and dazed. She didn’t have long to think about it though as, as another panel behind her sunk in and two trumpets rose up, tooting at her from behind! The poor girl stumbled back just as a saxophone appeared to honk into her face! She tried to run from that, but a tuba popped up bellowing right at her and knocking her back! Next a trombone got her around the neck, thrusting her back and forth all whilst blaring into her face. She was tossed right onto the middle of the piano, where another trap door opened and out popped three doll heads on springs, which bobbed back and forth, singing: Every day, we hear it play, the little old fashioned music box. And everyday like the music box, I’ll tell you I love you! The doll heads returned into the piano, taking Rosalyn with them! She popped up again tangled in the strings of a cello, all while mechanical arms tried to play right across her! This wasn’t just a piano! It was the ultimate player piano, with a full orchestra! When the Nursery of Tomorrow wanted to play music for its occupants, it did not cut corners! Rosalyn was assaulted by a variety of mechanized instruments, all adding their own touch to the piano tune. But unfortunately, the poor girl got in the way at every opportunity! She was continuously dragged down into the inner workings of the piano, and then would appear back up through a hatch with some instrument attacking her, only to disappear back down again. Horns blasted her from all angles. An electric guitar swung about, with her still holding onto it! She got mixed up in the xylophone, which drummed away on her noggin. The mouthpiece of a clarinet jammed into her ass, creating a hilarious if humiliating image as it blared away. A series of recorders popped into her mouth, tweeting and piping away all the while. Hands grabbed and squeezed her breasts while juvenile honking sounds were heard. Rosalyn got her own harmonica solo as she emerged from a hole and the machine manipulated it around in her mouth. A bongo drum pummeled her bottom mercilessly. Cymbals clashed right next to her ears! And all the while the piano played away! Finally the dazed, confused, battered and humbled girl was blasted out of the piano by the tuba. She flew some ways before finding herself caught in a strong metal grip. Rosalyn shook her head, trying to see something other than stars. After a few moments, she realized where she was- held in the hands of one of the silver service robots. She looked up at its blank metal ball of a head, and batted her eyelashes coyly. “Hehehe… Hey there, big fella…” she cooed. “How about letting me go?” Several seconds later… “OH! PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!” Rosalyn screamed, kicking and pounding as she was carried over the robot’s shoulder back to the conveyor belt. Despite her protests she was placed back on it, and the belt cranked back into action. By this time, Ashley and Shelly’s time-out was over and they watched helplessly from the play area as the naked Rosalyn struggled to get off the belt, only to instead undergo a shorter version of the processing from earlier. First Rosalyn went through the de-clothing machine, but as she had no clothes left to remove, she sped right through that. At the make-up wash-off station, the machine grabbed her legs and hoisted her into the air. The water-tube blasted her still-powdery bottom and crotch, and then the brushes got to work on scrubbing those down. Rosalyn cried and giggled as the ticklish brushes tortured her, but to no avail. Next she was released and sent right to be wiped down again, and get a fresh coating of oil, Vaseline, and baby powder, with her yelping and crying all the while. A new diaper came next, and then some new clothes. This time, Rosalyn got the rhumba panties, still in her personalized blue-and-yellow colors, as well as the gloves and booties. Instead of the T-shirt, she was given a see-through baby doll top that left even less to the imagination. And rather than a bonnet, her hair was tied up with a big blue ribbon. Once this was all done, she was tickled and kissed, then lifted off of the belt. Ashley and Shelly, watching all this with disbelief, were picked up as well and soon joined Rosalyn. The three girls were carried over to a new area… At the farthest wall of the nursery there was a wide open area. In the floor was a thin gap that ran parallel to the wall. Spaced at even intervals along it were more gaps that came out and away from the wall, ending in circles. On the side of the main line that was closer to the wall, there were more gaps that ran right into the wall itself, and at those were the impressions of doors cut into the wall. As the girls were brought closer, a buzzer sounded and a bulb on the wall flashed. The doorways opened and out came 3 identical highchairs. They were made of plastic and metal, and connected into the gaps with large silver rods. The chairs themselves had tray tables on extending arms that were currently folded back, and they were pretty obviously meant for children. The girls were each placed into a chair. The tray tables came down over their heads, retracted back to pin their arms to their sides, and locked into place. The chairs were then moved forward, each one going along a separate gap, before coming to rest at one of the circles where it clicked into place. The young women struggled against their uncomfortable new seats with little luck. Since the chairs were meant for much smaller frames, their legs hung off just beyond the thigh, and their arms were basically immobilized. The trays were locked in tight against them right under their breasts, which just barely sat on the confining trays. Because of the girls’ added height, their heads were way taller than the backs of the chairs, so this was compensated for by a shiny metal clamp that rose up from behind each chair. These ratcheted shut around the girls’ necks, providing a loose but strict fit, ensuring good posture. The girls could turn their heads, kicks their legs and shuffle a bit, but that was about all they could do. “Great. Well, here's another nice mess you've gotten me into!" Shelly snapped. “Us? Look in the mirror, sister!” Ashley retorted. Rosalyn was still just dazed from her re-dressing, and hung her head in shame over her blundered escape attempt. “Whatever. Where are we now? And what’s that smell?” the tan girl crooned, glancing to her right. There against the far wall was a kitchenette, where the machine was already at work doing something. Steam and pleasant smells flowed through the air to greet the girls’ nostrils. “I think it’s dinner time,” Ashley suggested. “Really? I’m starved!” Rosalyn said, perking up. The girls watched as the automated kitchen of the future got to work preparing their meal. Mechanical hands chopped meat. Vegetables were washed in a sink. A blender was whirring loudly, mixing up something. Water was boiled and boxes of pasta dumped into it. The whole thing was done with clockwork efficiency, and despite being confined to the uncomfortable highchairs, the girls couldn’t help but watch with interest. Before long a bell rang. Another door in the wall opened and service robots dressed like maids appeared, each one taking up a bowl as the kitchen doled out a serving to each. These robots then zoomed right up to each of the girls. “Wow! Spaghetti!” exclaimed Rosalyn, taking in the inviting smell of meat sauce and tomatoes. Ashley was pleased as well, licking her lips. Shelly though… “Uh, I think there’s been a mistake,” she said, her face screwing up in disgust. Held before her was a bowl of goopy pea soup! “What’s the big idea?” No response came though, other than the robot taking up a big spoonful. Shelly panicked. She hated pea soup! She turned to the other two for some kind of support, but just growled as she watched them eat. The mechanical servants twirled forks into the spaghetti, lifted them up, and popped them right into the girls’ welcoming mouths. They chewed away happily, kicking their feet. “Mmm, spaghetti!” Ashley smiled. “Dis is derishuzz!” Rosalyn added, her mouth full. “Mmmm-mmmm!” Shelly was livid! While those two idiots were having a great meal, she had this bowl of putrid gunk. The spoon was gestured towards her face, but Shelly just shook her head. The robot tried more forcefully, but the girl tried to shrink back, as best she could. She glared at the terrible sight in disgust. “No way buddy, if you think I’m going to gulp down that stuff, you’ve got another thing co-AUUUGH!” Shelly cried as the robot took advantage of her chattiness to shove the spoon right in. She gagged and tried to spit, but found her mouth held close, and with a great deal of effort, she swallowed. Satisfied, the robot continued to feed her the awful-tasting stuff, while Shelly could only stare at her friends with jealous contempt. As the girls ate, soft lullabies and nursery rhymes continued to blare from the speakers above. Shelly so desperately wanted to kick over the stupid robot in front of her, but somehow knew that if she did, she’d be in even more trouble. This place was like a prison, she thought. But there had to be a way to trick it… it was just a big machine, after all… With their dinner done, the bowls were taken away and in their places came warm bottles of milk. The girls gulped them down greedily, and once that was done the final course came. “Chocolate pudding! Oh boy!” Rosalyn said, excited. “Oh, come on man…” Shelly grumbled. While her sister and Rozzy were fed heaping spoonfuls of delicious-looking pudding, she got nothing! No desert for her! “What did I do to deserve this!?” “Heh,” Ashley grinned between each scoop, “Looks like the nursery agrees with me!” “Grrr…” Shelly growled. By the time desert was finished, the girls’ faces were smeared with spaghetti sauce, chocolate or pea soup, so silken white cloths appeared from the ceiling to wipe down their faces. Ashley and Rosalyn, content from their meal, let the machine do its job, but Shelly struggled and cursed under her breath as the white cloth was rubbed, snapped and swirled across her mug. After those were taken away, toothbrushes appeared and pushed into the girls’ mouths. It felt weird being automatically brushed like this, and more than a little patronizing. Water was provided which the girls swished around in their mouths and then spat out. Their faces were wiped down one more time for good measure, and then the high chair tables were released. “We’re free!” Shelly cried, hopping off of her chair. Before she could touch the ground though, she was caught by mechanical hands from above, and like the other two, carried back to her crib, pouting and crying all the while. Once they were safely tucked in again, each girl was given a fresh pacifier, and the bars over the cribs snapped shut. The lights dimmed, the music changed, and everything else fell quiet. Rosalyn glanced over at the nearest clock. She spat her pacifier out in shock. “Quarter to eleven! We’re screwed!” she cried. The other two removed their own rubber gags. “Maybe Joyce is still looking for us? This place is pretty big…” Ashley said, trying to comfort her friend. “Or maybe she just left us here!” Rosalyn said, gulping in terror. “Come on, you know she wouldn’t do that! As soon as she finds us she’ll figure a way to get us out of this place! Although, we’ll probably never live it down…” “I hope so.” Rosalyn sniffed. As the other two talked, Shelly had been quiet for some time. She gulped and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She’d been able to hold it in long enough, but she was teetering towards the brink now. “Uh, guys?” she called out weakly. “Yeah?” “I, um, I have to go.” “Go? What do you mean?” Ashley said, suspiciously. “Go like, you know, ‘go’.” “Huh?” said Rosalyn. “I have to go to the bathroom!” Shelly cried. “Hahaha, ohhhhh. Okay.” “It’s no joke! I really got to go bad! Something that was in that milk I think!” “I don’t have to go really,” Rosalyn said, somewhat smugly. “Well you know sis… we are wearing diapers.” Ashley teased. “What? No way! I am not doing that!” Shelly snapped, folding her arms. She’d put up with a lot of humiliation, but not wetting herself like some child. Never! “Well then, guess you’re pretty much stuck, huh?” Face burning with anger, Shelly grabbed the bars of her crib and shook. “HEY! You, nursery! Listen to me! I have to go potty!” The lights turned on, the machinery started up and the crib bars opened. Even Shelly was shocked by this turn of events, suddenly regretting her outburst. “W-wait a minute-!” she cried, but it was too late. All three girls were hoisted up under their arms. “Wait! I don’t have to go!” Rosalyn cried. “AAAAHHHH!” Ashley hollered “Shelly you imbecile!” The three struggling women were carried back to the start of the conveyor belt, and dropped onto it in a heap. They went into the clothing removal machine, which got right to work. From the outside, steam came out of a pipe while dials and registers flicked about. Whirring and clanking noises were heard, mixed with the shouts, protests and squeals of the girls within. A few minutes later, Shelly emerged, naked head-to-toe once more. “I HATE MY LIFE!!!” she cried as the belt sped her away. Back inside the de-clothing machine, Ashley watched on in horror as the last of her clothing was pulled away and shoved down the laundry chute. She turned to the equally-nude Rosalyn, who struggled against the iron grip on her wrists. “Let me go damn you! Let me go!” she raged. A tiny blue hammer appeared from the ceiling to conk her on the head, and the dazed girl was pulled right out. Ashley followed her but perhaps because of Rosalyn taking up more time, she was sped forward a little too quickly and wound up falling right off the edge of the belt! Landing head-over-heels on the floor, she groaned for a minute before realizing what had just happened. She bolted up, looking around. Rosalyn was zooming away down the belt screaming all the while, and Shelly was nowhere to be seen. But at last she was free! She glanced around to see that the coast was clear, and instantly took off for the nearest doorway. “Nice!” she said through gritted teeth. Meanwhile, the conveyor belt stopped and Shelly was hauled off of it. She was brought over to a little area where a sign read “POTTY PLACE”. Tall tropical plants lined the walls and the floor was tiled to look like a bathroom. A hole in the ground opened up, and up popped a child’s plastic potty that resembled a duck, complete with handle bars on the head. Shelly was dropped right onto it with a thud. “Uhf! What the hell is this!?” she cried. She was much larger than the thing and the shallow pan at the top was barely enough for her. “I can’t use this!” she yelled up at the ceiling. Surprisingly, the nursery seemed to take her complaint into consideration, as she was lifted off of the potty, which disappeared back into the floor. The sounds of grinding, hammering and whirring were heard below. Shelly wondered what this crazy machine was doing now. She found out several moments later when up from the ground came three identical adult-sized toilets. They were in fact bigger than adult-size, as when Shelly was dropped onto one of the gleaming porcelain thrones, she had to hold onto the edges of the bowl to keep from falling in. But it was better than the alternatives! The girl leaned back against the padded cushion behind her. She glanced down. Unlike a normal toilet, the water ran continuously, like a fountain, and it looked like there was some additional gadgetry at the top of the bowl on the front and back. Shelly didn’t think about it for long though as soon nature called, and the girl sagged in her seat with relief as the stream began. “Ahhhhh…” she cooed. Moments later, Rosalyn joined her on the next bowl over. “But I still don’t have to go!” she whined. Not that it did her any good as any attempt to climb off the toilet resulted in her just being pushed back on. Meanwhile, Ashley could see an exit within sight. “Here we go.” She grinned, picking up the pace. Nothing had tried to stop her yet, which was just the way she wanted it. She couldn’t believe escape would be this easy! The hard part would be finding some new clothes since she was still stark naked, but that didn’t matter as much as her exit from this awful place. Ashley was so caught up in her own thoughts of freedom that she failed to see the service robot carrying a laundry basket which she immediately collided with! But as Ashley was not that strong and the robot very much so, the poor girl just ended up tripping, falling, and landing halfway into the basket head-first! Ashley continued to kick her legs as the oblivious automaton carried her over to a nearby ‘modern’ washing machine, dumping her in along with all the other clothing. The top lid of the machine shut and the bottom gave way to allow for the added weight. Ashley tumbled down amidst the clothes, all of it belonging to the girls. “Oh no!” she cried as the chamber filled with water. Fortunately, the top still left her enough room to breathe, but then the chamber began to spin and turn, pulling the poor young woman down into the mix of clothing. Ashley tumbled and turned, clawing and fighting to right herself. From the outside window, the sight of the girl spinning and swirling around with the clothing would have been darkly comedic, though Ashley herself was in no laughing mood. She couldn’t get out! But just when she was sure she would be a goner, the spin cycle stopped, and the water drained. The lid folded up again and Ashley was pulled out of the laundry machine by mechanical hands. She and the clothes then went down a belt of metal rollers, and through a series of padded straining wheels. Ashley felt like a car going through a car wash, helpless to fight back as she was so winded from her little ride. The girl and clothing continued through a heated chamber which dried off what water was left, and left the girl’s short brown hair a puffy mess. An ironing board folded out from the wall and Ashley was placed stomach-down on this. The dazed damsel was given a few squirts of starch spray. A steaming hot iron was then taken up and placed right on the girl’s butt. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Ashley cried as she bolted up and ran, holding her poor reddened behind. It didn’t take long for service robots to seize her and bring her over to the toilets, where she howled and panted, trying to fan her poor fanny. Fortunately the iron left no permanent damage, but the blow to Ashley’s ego would never be healed. “Well, nice to see you again.” Shelly said slyly, just finishing up. Ashley just slumped on her big girl potty seat and let things take their course. Shelly smirked then turned her attention back to her own toilet, which rumbled. A flush came from within, followed by a whir as toilet paper was automatically rubbed against her down below. It was all hands-free! Shelly had to admit, even she was impressed. After the paper came a silk cloth for additional comfort. Shelly closed her eyes and for the first time in a while, felt relaxed. “You know, I could get used to thi-EEEEEEKKKKK!” Shelly cried as a high-powered bidet blasted her behind with ice-cold water! She jumped off of the toilet only to be seized by more hands, which placed her back onto the belt. Shelly was then sped off towards a new part of the nursery, past a sign that read “BATH TIME”. Shelly proceeded down a corridor in one corner of the nursery, towards another gap between conveyor belts. The sound of running water could be heard under the floor, and within moments a hole between the belts opened. Up rose a large pink washing basin on a pedestal, filled to the brim with soapy suds. “Oh no, you don’t! I’m not going to stand for this!” cried Shelly. By now she should have known better, as she was lifted up and gently placed right into the basin with a squeal and a splash. The tub was big enough that Shelly could sit in it comfortably and have her lower half submerged, but still small enough that she likely wasn’t going to drown in it either. Her feet still hung over the edge of the basin and the bubbles and suds barely reached her shoulders. She looked around, unimpressed. “That’s all, huh?” As if in response, machinery clanked into action. Something that sounded like a foghorn blared, followed by the ding-ding of a bell and tooting of whistles. The two blue boxes on either side of the tub activated as their bulbs lit up. From the boxes came a variety of mechanical arms. Some wore boxing gloves. Others wielded scrubbing brushes, soap bars, sponges or spinning loofas. Shelly looked around with amazement, which quickly turned to fear as it dawned that all those implements were about to come for her. “Aw, shiiiiIIIEEEEEEEEEEAAAAHHHHH!” she cried as the arms went to work giving the girl the bath of her life! Brushes scrubbed, slapped and spun her around. Gloved hands grabbed her wrists to prevent her from fighting back as loofas got to work on her arm pits, causing the poor girl to bust out a guffaw. Despite her struggles, Shelly was like clay in the hands of the machine, completely at its mercy. Her head was dunked into the water, then pulled back up, then dunked again. Her whole body was scrubbed with soap, even her hair. Shelly gasped and sputtered. Had this machine no idea how to handle a child? Shelly was beginning to see why these kinds of modern marvels never caught on- they might have been efficient at what they did, but not when you involved actual people in the equation! Shelly cried out as she saw scrubbing brushes dip into the soapy basin and come up covered in suds, then go right for the soles of her feet, brushing away with wild abandon. She hollered and laughed, but it was involuntary rather than because of any actual enjoyment. And every time it seemed like she might have been having too much fun, the machine would bring her back to reality by clonking her head or inadvertently slapping her with a sponge. This was no luxurious bath! Meanwhile, Ashley had just finished her potty break and leaned back against the cushioned seat, sighing. “Wow… Shelly was right, this feels kind of niiIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” she cried as the bidet gave her an icy-cold blast. She leaped off of the bowl only to be seized and placed on the conveyor belt, speeding away with a cry. Poor Rosalyn though, she just couldn’t manage it. “Look, I swear, I don’t have to go!” she pleaded. “I really, really don’t have to!” But the machine was not going to let her go until she went like a big girl! Further up the belt, bath time was still in progress. Shelly’s head was once more dunked under the water, but this time it stayed there while the brushes and loofas got to work on her underside, carefully scrubbing every inch of her curvy bottom. She kicked and struggled as she strained to hold her breath while the machine worked above water. She was pulled back up, gasping, only to be pushed back down again while the brushes continued to torment the young woman mercilessly. Shelly surfaced once again. As this was all happening, the background was filled with noise. The grinding of gears, spinning of belts and general clatter of machinery nearly drowned out Shelly’s own cries and insults as she was tossed about from one pair or hands to another, brushed, sponged and swirled about. Shelly’s throat was grabbed and her head held still as a generous helping of shampoo was squirted onto her head, and then worked up into a frothy lather. Shower nozzles from the ceiling descended and blasted the girl with water, though the nursery couldn’t seem to make up its mind as to the temperature. “AH! AH! TOO HOT! TOO HOT!” she whined, before the pressure changed and her cries became “BRRR! TOO COLD! TOO COLD!” With the shampoo washed out, conditioner came next. Considering this was a bath meant for babies, it sure did come equipped with all the conveniences an adult would want! Shelly’s head was dunked into the basin again and again, and the showerheads blasted her from all sides. Throughout this ordeal a great deal of water had splashed over the side of the tub, but it easily drained away into vents in the floors. Shelly spat out soap suds, hissing like a cat getting an unwanted bath. The machine seemed oblivious to her plight though as it continued to scrub and then wash away every ounce of soap. Before long, a bell dinged again, and the sopping wet girl was pulled from the bath and placed on the belt. As she sped away, Ashley was brought right up. She was held firm while a faucet poured more water into the tub and sweet-smelling soap was added to the mix. It wasn’t long before she was hauled into the tub, shouting all the while as she was about to get her second bath of the night. And then the bathing machinery started up all over again. Back at the toilets, Rosalyn was growing desperate. She tried, she really did, but she just couldn’t manage anything. Her body was covered in sweat as she strained. So the machine decided she needed a little help. Mechanical hands came from behind the toilet to tickle her armpits, her belly and her stomach. “Hahahahaha! Stop! What are you doing!? Hahaha! Stop! S-stop!” she begged. But instead the machine just worked harder, the white-gloved fingers dancing across the girl’s bare midriff and under her arms. More hands with feathers appeared from the floor to ticklr the soles of her feet and toes. Rosalyn was losing control! Her eyes welled up, tears spilling down her cheeks. “HAHAHAHA S-STOP! STOP! P-P-PLEASE! AHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE STOP! HAHAHAHAHA-OOH!” The machine drove Rosalyn over some edge because before long a few droplets were heard, followed by a good solid stream. The sound of canned applause was played. Rosalyn slumped over, dejected, as a mechanical hand condescendingly patted the crying girl’s head. Shelly, still soaking wet, continued along the belt towards another series of stations. She tried to get up, but as she did arms ending in metal cuffs descended from the ceiling and snapped shut around her wrists, pulling her to her knees. Her arms were pulled up over her head, leaving her quite vulnerable. “Hey! What’s the big idea?” she growled. She soon found out as at the first station, boxing glove-covered hands pulled a big fluffy towel from the wall and assaulted the girl with it. “Hey! Whoa! Ah!” The warm towel was rubbed all over the snarling girl’s body, pressed all over her face and every other inch of skin to absorb as much water as possible. Once this was done, the towel was deposited in a laundry basket and Shelly moved ahead. As this was all happening, the speakers above were blaring annoying children’s music about rub-a-dub-dub and bath time and all that. Shelly hated it all. At the next stop, rows of hairdryers on either side rose up and blasted the girl with their highest setting. “AH! AH! CUT IT OUT!” Shelly snapped as the sudden gust of hot air sent water speckles flying from her body, but also left her hair a frizzy mess! She was moved ahead to the next stop where smaller wash clothes were used to get at the harder-to reach areas, including under her arms and the crack of her ass. “WOOO! Watch it, mister!” she spat. More towels came out to work on her face. They were prodded and poked up her nose and spun around in her ears. “OH! OH! STOP! STOP IT! OW! OW!” By now Shelly was almost completely dry. Another round of hairdryers took care of any water left, and then cans of spray-on deodorant blasted her from either side. At one final stop, Shelly was pulled back down flat onto the belt and her butt was raised up, where a bottle of After Bath Powder was shaken over her, coating her in the nice-smelling stuff. After that, the naked, soundly-bathed girl was hoisted up and brought over to a familiar area... By this point Ashley’s bath was finishing up and Rosalyn, having done her business, was waiting to be plunged into the tub as well. She watched as her best friend fought and struggled against the mechanical limbs, and wondered if they would ever get out of this mess. Where was Joyce, anyway? Shelly was brought back over to the area with the high chairs and deposited in the nearest one. The tray table locked into place, pinning her arms and trapping the naked girl. Shelly slouched over with bitterness, but the metal neck-strap quickly changed that. “URRKH!” she gasped “I am really getting tired of this. What are you up to now?” She gave the rest of the nursery a mean glare, but didn’t realize that her latest tormentor was coming from behind. A buzzer sounded and Shelly craned her neck to see one of the doors open. Along the same gap-track as the high chairs sped a new robot, this one with a tall cylindrical body with a rounded top. From the bottom was the same thin pole most of the robots here had, which led right into the floor. The head was also like the service robots, just a thin neck with a round sphere at the top. The difference was this one wore an old-fashioned brown derby that covered most of the sphere. There were also big slots on either side of its body, and what looked like a sign on the front. This new robot approached Shelly’s chair from behind, stopping a foot or two away. “Well, what are you supposed to be?” she called back with a bored tone. Shelly soon found out as she read the sign on the robot’s chest. It read “AUTOMATIC BARBER”. Shelly’s heart sank. “Oh, no. Oh no no no no no… NO! NO!” she cried, struggling to break out of the high chair to no avail. This couldn’t be happening! The robot just hummed and vibrated. From the slots on its sides unfurled nearly a dozen arms, all wielding various haircutting implements: clipping shears, combs, brushes, a straightening iron, a spray bottle and more. Shelly tugged and pulled, trying to escape, but it was no use. “NOT MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR!!!” she cried. But that’s exactly what the barber went after. Despite all her fighting, Shelly was helpless as the robot began to snip away her long black locks. Years of hard work and growing it out were sliced and slashed to pieces without a care in the world. Shelly’s nostrils flared as combs and brushes attacked her precious hairdo, pulling and twisting it in all manner of ways as the robotic barber clipped and cut. She grumbled and growled as the misty water spray dampened her hair. Shelly tried to turn her head, but the mechanical arms held it still as the barber carefully did its work. She tried to talk her way out of a haircut, but with little luck. “Hey! Listen to me! You don’t need to do this! I like my hair the way it is!” she cried. The barber-bot’s response was to just steam her hair with the straightening iron a bit, then work to comb and cut that off. She felt hands parting her hair. She snarled as a hairbrush tussled and tossed it over her eyes, only to see that snipped off by the scissors. She moaned and groaned as hair gel was applied, styled, then snipped away when the barber decided it didn’t think the look suited her. Electric clippers were used, and Shelly didn’t care what for- THOSE should never have been anywhere near her hair! As this was all happening the speakers played a cheerful tune and a phonograph appeared from the wall to play more pre-recorded dialogue for the barber, but Shelly wasn’t really paying attention. Nothing it said mattered, as it prattled on about how nice the weather was, how she should try a cream for this or that or other pointless small talk. The machine went right on with its task regardless of how Shelly felt about it. Finally, the barber blasted her hair with a single hairdryer, made some final adjustments, slathered in a bit of mousse, and put away its tools. It sprayed Shelly’s head with some pungent perfume, and then held up a mirror for her to look at what it had done. “You… you… you…” Shelly could only mutter. The barber robot had done quite a job, all right. Before, Shelly had long flowing black tresses that fell to the small of her back. It complemented her beautiful tanned body nicely. And now? There was certainly no hair going to her back, or her shoulders, or past her neck for that matter. The back of Shelly’s head was shaved completely, with only the barest hint of stubble left. What was left was an ugly bowl cut that ended just over her ears, even all the way around. It barely covered much of anything and left her looking completely ridiculous. The only thing Shelly could do was scream out in rage. Ashley and Rosalyn, both now being dried, glanced up in surprise at the transformation their friend had undergone. Shelly had never been so angry in her entire life. She turned to face the barber, her teeth grinding, her eyes practically blazing with the fury of a woman with a terrible haircut. “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO ME! FUCK YOU!” she snapped, nose practically blowing steam. But Shelly was shocked when, in response to her outburst, an alarm bell simply rang. She glanced over at the wall, where the bell was clanging away madly, and suddenly a very bad feeling came over her. A few feet away from the bell there was another panel in the wall, which slid up, revealing an interesting new contraption. At the very top of this was another door which remained shut. Below that though were two smaller doors, and below those was a large half-circle dial with a large golden needle in the middle. Shelly noted with some perversity that the indicator needle looked a little too much like a certain part of the male anatomy. On either side of the dial at the bottom there was a screw sticking out to keep the needle from going over too far, and on the top were the words “NAUGHTY” on the left and “NICE” on the right. On either side of the dial was a light bulb. A dinging noise came from this curious new device. BING-BONG! URURURURURURURURURRRRRRRR… The indicator needle slid over to the side that read “NAUGHTY” as the light bulb blinked red. The smaller left-most door immediately above this swung open, revealing two golden whistles. They tooted what almost sounded like a disappointed wolf whistle. WHEEE-WOOO! “What the hell?” Shelly could only stammer. Suddenly the neck cuff released and the tray table shot up. The naked girl yelped in fear. Before she could do anything, her wrist was seized by the robot barber, which pulled her from the high chair and led her struggling over towards the nearest conveyor belt. There was enough of the gap-track in the floor that the barber could comfortably stop a few feet away from the belt and toss Shelly onto it, although not all the way. Instead, just her upper torso was pushed down, while her legs were kept reasonably straight. Her wrists were seized by more arms from above. Her ankles were also cuffed from below the belt, and pulled apart slightly, exposing her completely. Because the belt was lower to the ground than the girl, this position resulted in Shelly’s bottom being thrust up into the air, and along with her spread legs, she felt very vulnerable at this moment. “Wha-what are you doing?” she cried, trying to glance back at the barber. The robot hummed and sputtered, selected its finest wooden hairbrush, turned the flat end towards Shelly, and gave it a few gentle test taps on the girl’s bottom. Then it pulled back and released a devastating whack that slammed right into the girl’s ass with a THWACK! “OW! AH! STOP IT!” she screamed. But the barber didn’t stop. Instead, it just laid on another. And another! Shelly howled and tried to move her poor bottom out of harm’s way, but she couldn’t! The machine held her firm as the hairbrush landed one punishing blow after another. Shelly gasped and ground into the belt, trying desperately to squirm away or find some relief. The hickory hairbrush continued to pound her quivering flesh. While most slaps nailed her on either cheek, every so often the barber would aim one right in the lower-middle, cracking the brush across her pussy and making Shelly see stars. She bucked her hips, grinding her shaven crotch against the belt for any kind of escape. She pleaded and begged. “STOP IT! PLEASE! OH! OW! QUIT IT! CUT IT OUT!” she wailed. “I’LL BE GOOD! I PROMISE! I’LL BE GOOD!” As the older girl’s bottom was soundly warmed, her friends had been seated down and strapped into their own high chairs, where they were being serviced by identical robot barbers. Rosalyn was sad to see her carefully-dyed locks get snipped off, but she was more focused on Shelly’s plight. “Poor Shelly,” she whimpered, watching the tan girl’s bottom bounce and wiggled in an obscene display of humiliation. “She’s kind of annoying sometimes, but even she doesn’t deserve that.” “Are you kidding me?” said Ashley, grinning ear-to-ear. She didn’t even care what the barbers did to her now. She was having a blast watching her older sister finally get what was coming. “This is fuckin’ great! HAHAHAHA!” But Ashley should have chosen her words more carefully! WHEEE-WOOO! The foolish girl was so caught up laughing at her own comment that she failed to see a mechanical hand come down in front of her face and pop a nice big, wet bar of Ivory soap right into her gob! “HAHAHA-ULP!” Her eyes widened and she tried to spit it out, but the machine held it in firmly. Ashley kicked and struggled as the machine washed out her dirty mouth. At this sight, Rosalyn had to laugh. “HOOHOOHAHAHA! Looks like they don’t appreciate that kind of language, Ash,” she smiled. WHEE-WOOO! “Huh? Wait! I said ‘Ash’! Not a-“ But Rosalyn was cut off as a spoonful of castor oil was shoved into her mouth. She gulped it down involuntarily and gagged, but the machine held out the bottle in front of her face, threatening her with more… By now Shelly was exhausted, her butt a bright red color and her face covered with perspiration. She lay on the belt panting and groaning. She heard the clack of her restraints being released, but she made no effort to get up. She was so tired after her ordeal all she could do was slump on the belt. That just made it easier for the machine to simply pull her legs up onto it as well, and speed her away. Ashley and Shelly, both with ugly new haircuts and terrible-tasting mouths, soon joined her. The girls were brought back to the start of the nursery, where they went through the processing all over again… “Where are those girls?” Joyce muttered aloud to no one in particular. The 30-something young woman wandered the darkened halls of the museum. The lights were dimmed low, but she could still see what was ahead of her. Joyce had been walking around in circles for what felt like ages. Soon after she had parted with the other three, she had found that her “quick trip” to the ladies’ room was actually going to be something of a hassle. It had taken her nearly twenty minutes to find an actual, normal restroom in this crazy place. It took her almost forty minutes just to find her way back to the entrance, and by that time the other three were long gone! Joyce had then discovered to her disdain that she was locked in the museum, but realized that closing time had come right after they had all entered. So she deduced it was unlikely that Ashley and the others had ever actually left the museum. They had probably gone off somewhere else to check out some of the exhibits. While this annoyed Joyce, she had to admit that her own tardiness didn’t give her much room to talk either. Not that they needed to ever know this! She would be sure to give them a stern lecture in the near future. However she had now been wandering this place for hours, and was really getting quite frustrated with her lack of progress. “I’ll bet Shelly went and touched something, and now they’re being chased by robo-security-dogs or something,” she giggled. After another trip around the museum, Joyce was about ready to call it quits, try to find a bench to sleep on, and wait it out until the museum opened again in the morning. Then she would presumably have to explain to someone what had happened, but that was nothing. Things could always be worse, and at least they were all presumably safe and secure. As she was about to give up, Joyce noticed a doorway she hadn’t been through yet, heading towards another wing of the museum. “Wow! How’d I miss that?” she said aloud once more. “Also, I’ve really got to stop talking to myself like this.” With a chuckle Joyce went through the door, entering a new wing of the museum and slapping her forehead when she realized how thoughtless it had been to never check a map. It wasn’t long before she came upon the entrance to the Nursery of Tomorrow, and the bright light coming from the doorway told her that if the others were anywhere, it was in there. “So, what are you ladies up to?” she declared with a sly grin. But upon entering the control room, she was surprised to find it empty. Everything was lit up and working, but as far as Joyce could tell, there wasn’t a sign of the girls. She shrugged and prepared to leave, when something caught her eye. “Wait, is that-?” she went up to the glass partition and squinted. “Oh my goodness!” There, in the middle of the nursery, were three figures, all dressed up like babies, and lying in large cutesy cribs. The three were much bigger than actual babies so it was pretty clear to Joyce who they really were. “Girls!” she cried out. “Ashley! Rosalyn! Shelly!” In the nursery itself, Rosalyn was the first to notice her. “Guys, look!” she said excitedly. Ashley and Shelly looked up, and their eyes widened with excitement. “Joyce!” Ashley exclaimed. “About freakin’ time!” Shelly added. Joyce waved to the girls, and immediately went over to the control panel, trying to find a microphone or something that would let her speak to the others. She finally found something close enough, and flicked on a switch. She then spoke into a horn. “Girls! Are you okay!?” Joyce saw the girls shake their heads in a very obvious response of “No!” She frowned, wondering how the heck she could get closer to her friends. She saw one lever on the control panel which read “VISITING TIME” and flicked it on. Then she watched on fascinated, as the girls were released from their cribs and placed in baby strollers by mechanical arms that appeared from the ceiling. The strollers were then wheeled over to the window. The girls struggled and pulled, but a thick metal strap in each stroller held them in. They were stopped just short of the window, and the two-way intercom allowed her to hear them as well as they could hear her. “Thank goodness you’re all okay!” Joyce smiled. Now that she could see them more clearly, Joyce noted how they all wore color-coordinated outfits with little dresses, booties and mittens, as well as bibs and bonnets tied in bows. The dresses didn’t cover much other than their chests, leaving ruffled rhumba panties on full display. The panties look bunched out and thick, as Joyce concluded the girls were more than likely wearing diapers. Of course they were still adult girls, so they were far too big for the strollers, and their legs hung over the edge. She actually found the whole sight positively adorable. “Oh wow! You guys look so cute!” “Forget that Joyce!” Ashley cried “Just get us out of here!” “Can’t you just walk out?” Joyce asked, puzzled. “No! This whole place, it’s designed to keep us in! We can’t escape, we can’t reason with it. It thinks we’re really babies!” “I can see that,” the older woman said, shrugging. “But what can I do?” “Find the controls to reverse the machine!” Shelly said. “Uh… do you know what they are?” “Um, not really.” Shelly shrugged sheepishly. “It was kind of hard to turn on and I don’t really remember…” “Me neither,” Rosalyn added unhelpfully. “Okay, this might take a while then. How did you guys get mixed up in this thing anyway?” “It was Shelly,” said Ashley. “It was Ashley,” said Shelly. “Oh boy, here we go again” said Rosalyn, rolling her eyes. “It was so not my fault! You’re the one that got us into this mess!” cried Ashley. “Me? How many times do I have to say it, it was your butt that turned on the machine!” Shelly shot back. “After YOU powered it up!” “That was Rozzy, not me!” “Oh, don’t you drag me into this!” Rosalyn snapped. “You two can just-“ but Rosalyn was cut off as the machine popped a pacifier into all three girls’ mouths, silencing them immediately. Joyce couldn’t help but smirk at that sight. “Haha! Wow! Nice job!” she said, glancing at the controls. She then turned back to the girls with a motherly tone in her voice. “Now look, I don’t care who did what to whom. You girls just be quiet and sit tight while I try to find a way to get you out of there, okay?” Joyce sighed and looked over the controls. She was right, this was going to take a while… Several minutes passed by. Eventually, Shelly got tired of waiting and spat out her pacifier. “Well? What’s taking so long!?” “Hey, this isn’t exactly easy you know!” said Joyce, still looking everything over. She had figured out all the basics by now. The nursery was fully-automated, though someone at the control panel could still make adjustments and alterations as they saw fit. There was a manual override lever, though Joyce had noted a sign below it warning it not to be used except in extreme emergencies. Well, this was certainly one of those, wasn’t it? She had also noticed that a dial marked “AGE” was turned all the way up to full, and that the highest setting was a pair of letters- she had no clue what that meant! There were a lot of different options and choices the control panel presented, and Joyce kind of regretted that she wouldn’t get to see how it all worked. She understood now why the girls had gone here in the first place. It was pretty amazing! “But you’re supposed to be good with computers!” Rosalyn added, removing her own pacifier as Ashley did the same. “I am good, thank you very much,” Joyce said, growing a bit irritated. Who were they to criticize her right now, since she was their ticket out of this place? She decided to tease them. “You girls behave or I might just leave you hear for a few days in the care of this place!” “No, please not that!” Ashley gulped. “Don’t pay any attention to them, Joyce, they’re just grumpy.” “Who are you calling grumpy?” Shelly shot back. Joyce rolled her eyes. “Would you guys pipe down? I’m not really going to leave you there, but I need to concentrate! Finding the reverse switch is like finding a needle in a haystack!” The girls grumbled in agreement as Joyce got back to work. Sometime later, she checked her watch. “Yikes! Almost one in the morning! Isn’t it past your bed time?” “Don’t even joke about that.” Ashley said, frowning. “Heh, okay. Well girls, I don’t know what to tell you, but I’m stumped. There doesn’t even seem to be an off switch to this thing!” Joyce looked at them sympathetically. “That’s bull!” Shelly cried, “I turned it on, it can be turned off!” “I thought you said Ashley turned it on?” Joyce said suspiciously. “Or was it Rosalyn?” “Well uh, they did, I just meant that-“ Joyce’s eyes narrowed at the girls. Something was amiss here. “So really, the blame is on all three of you.” Joyce said, folding her arms. “No way! I had nothing to do with it!” Ashley said. A bell dinged and the disciplinary detector sprang into action. WHEE-WOOO! The girl suddenly found a mechanical hand taking ahold of her ear. It gave her a good hard yank! “OW! OW! STOP! OKAY! OKAY! I accidentally turned it on!” she whined as the machine released her. “But it wasn’t just my fault! Shelly and Rosalyn were in on this too!” “No I’m not,” said Rosalyn. “Don’t blame me for what you and Shelly did!” WHEE-WOOO! “OUCH!” Rosalyn cried as a baby rattle suddenly bonked her on the head. “Okay! So I went along with it, yeesh!” “Don’t listen to these idiots, Joyce, all I wanted to do was see the machine. They’re the ones that turned it on.” “But I thought you just said that you did” said Joyce, smirking. “What? No I didn’t!” said Shelly sharply, wagging a finger at her. “Are you calling me a liar!?” WHEE-WOOO! Shelly’s wrist was grabbed and a large ruler was used to rap her knuckle quite swiftly! “OW! OW! STOP IT!” she wailed. “Hoho, the truth comes out!” Joyce said. She was impressed! So the nursery also had a built-in lie detector! It could even discipline the girls as it saw fit. Joyce was starting to enjoy this. She had a slightly sinister streak to her, and this was exactly the kind of thing that brought it out. She would figure out some way to release the girls… eventually… but right now she was having too much fun. And besides, she owed it to them for walking off on her like that, even if it had been partly here fault… but they still didn’t need to know that! “Alright then, so tell me, whose idea was it to leave me behind in the first place?” “That was Shelly.” Rosalyn and Ashley agreed. Joyce glanced up at the device on the wall that had been doing all the tooting. An indicator needle pointed to “NICE” and a door above it opened. A little mechanical bird tweeted and played a harp. “Well, well, well, that’s more like it. So Shelly, what do you have to say in your defense?” “I just wanted to come see this place! They agreed to come with me!” the tan girl spat back. “I swear that’s the truth.” The nursery didn’t seem to agree fully, so Shelly found her ear being tugged this time. “OW! OW! OW! QUIT IT!” “It seems there’s more to your story Shelly.” Joyce said, putting her hands on her hips. She enjoyed being the one in charge for a change! “All right, all right! I wanted to see how this placed worked and I was going to try to… um…” “Yes…?” Joyce said, leaning closer. Shelly glanced up at the disciplinary detector, where the needle bobbed back and forth between “NAUGHTY” and “NICE”. She gulped. She decided the best thing to do was to just dodge the question. “Look, why are we wasting our time with this? Get us out of here!” Shelly cried, adding “Pretty please? “As much as I hate to agree, Shelly’s right,” said Ashley. “We can play the blame-game later. There has got to be a way out of this.” “Yeah,” added Rosalyn. “I don’t think so,” said Joyce, frowning. “You girls were supposed to wait for me. You ran off on your own and now look where you’ve wound up! Either own up to your mistakes or face the consequences!” “What!?” You can’t do this to us you bitch!” Shelly snarled. “You watch your language young lady, or I’ll wash your mouth out with soap!” Joyce threatened. Apparently the mechanized nursery agreed with her, as Shelly found a wet soppy bar or soap being shoved right into her mouth! “BLEARGH!” she cried, trying to spit it out. Joyce nodded approvingly, blowing a little kiss towards the control panel. “Joyce, cut it out and get us out of here!” Ashley said, growing angry. “Let me think about that… hmmmm… nope!” “What!? Why!?” “I think you girls need to learn a lesson. And now I’ve got just the tool to use for it!” said Joyce, flexing her fingers. “W-wait… stop!” Ashley cried. “We’re sorry!” Rosalyn added “Please just get us out of here!” “Oh, I will eventually, girls. Maybe once you’ve learned some respect!” And with that, Joyce flicked a few dials, turned some switches, pressed some buttons, and pulled a lever. With a crash, things started up again in the Nursery of Tomorrow. The girls, screaming and struggling, were carted away back towards the high chairs. “Now then…” said Joyce, looking over the controls. She had decided the girls must have been in a very foul mood given what they’d been through already, and they were in desperate need of a good cleansing. With a snicker, she pushed a button, a signal for the nursery to add a very potent laxative to their food. She watched as the girls were seated back in their high chairs, and robots arrived in front of them carrying bowls of a foul-looking porridge. Joyce rubbed her hands with glee. This would be quite a show! The girls fought and protested, but their mouths were held open as spoonful after spoonful of the awful-looking stuff was crammed in. Just when they thought they were finished, fresh new bowls came to replace the emptied ones! The robots continued to shovel food into the girls’ pieholes, occasionally washing it down with a bottle of milk. As all that happened, Joyce looked over her options. She wanted to make sure the three of them would be dealt with so that by the time she did finally let them go, they would be soundly humbled. It would be pretty awesome to spend the rest of the vacation with the other three having this experience hanging over them. They would never live it down! Not unless they behave liked good little girls! Joyce has discovered the nursery’s camera settings, and had ensured that everything would be photographed. She wanted evidence of this! The meal of porridge and milk lasted quite some time, which Joyce put to good use studying the controls further. She figured she had the entire arrangement pretty well figured out. Within an hour, the girls’ tummies were swelling a bit, their faces looking quite sullen with each new spoonful rammed down their gullet. This torment went on for some time while the fast-acting laxative worked its magic, and before long Joyce could see signs of the girls’ discomfort. “Joyce! Stop it!” Ashley wailed, holding her stomach. “I got to… I got to…” “Ungh!” Rosalyn cried “Too tight!!!” “Potty! Where’s a potty!?” Shelly whimpered. Joyce had already seen to it that the machine would not take the girls over to the potties though, so they would have no alternative but to go in their diapers. “Uh-uh-uh girls, no potty training today. If you got to go, you got to go!” Joyce smirked. She just knew it couldn’t get much more humiliating than that! She activated a monitor which gave her a closer view of the girls shifting in their chairs uncomfortably, their bowels groaning and churning. “Well, well, well… that should be the little ‘extra’ I had the nursery slip into your food working right now.” Joyce said, checking her watch. The girls glared up at her with tears in their eyes. Or in Shelly’s case, raging hated! Joyce just crossed her arms coolly. “Aw, come on now. Don’t be like that. It’s for your own good! Remember, this hurts me worse than it does you!” “Joyce, I swear, as soon as we get out of here, I’m going to… going to… AAAAHHHHH!” Shelly cried. The laxative did its job, and Joyce heard each girl’s innards rumble. There was gurgling, groaning and cramping. The girls cried out, sweat spilling down their cheeks as the pressure built to a point they couldn’t handle anymore. And then… BLLLLLLRRRRRRRRPPPTTTTTT! FRRRRRRRRTTTTTTT! BLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAPPPPP! Joyce watched as the girls filled their diapers! Shelly first, then Rosalyn, and finally Ashley, though all did it within a few seconds of each other. The symphony of disgusting noises gave way to the bulging browning of the girls’ bottoms. Their diapers and rhumba panties prevented any leakage, but the three young ladies themselves felt the full force of what was coming out of them. They winced and whined as everything from within came rushing out in a sickening torrent. Joyce was holding her sides, roaring with laughter and mock-fanning her nose. It was the grossest thing she’d ever seen, but in that way that was so hilarious, she couldn’t help but laugh. The girls groaned and cried as their diapers swelled. The sounds just kept on coming and coming. Joyce was practically in tears. She’d never let them forget this! “Awww… poor little darlings,” Joyce mocked. “Don’t you worry, mama will get you cleaned up!” As if on cue, the girls were dragged out of the chairs, placed onto the belt, and carried into the de-clothing machine. Joyce listened to the screeches and shouts, and watched as a service robot carried a box of baby wipes to the side of the machine and insert it into a slot. “Uh-oh! Looks like somebody wasn’t finished yet!” The older woman laughed as she saw a buck-naked Shelly try to run out of the big gray box, only to be pulled back in. Within a few moments, all three girls were tossed out onto the belt, were they were seized by mechanical hands and wiped down further, just in case. The dirty diapers were deposited out of a chute from the de-clothing device, and right into a waiting trash can, which automatically wheeled away. Once the girls had been thoroughly cleaned down below, the next part of their cleansing commenced. They were sped over to the bath area, where a fresh new tub popped up out of the ground. This time all three girls were tossed into the bubbly broth at once, and all three just barely fit! Machinery rumbled and roared as the girls were scrubbed head to toe all at the same time. Ashley and Shelly’s heads were above the water while Rosalyn had gone in head-first, so her butt was where her head should have been. Then when the other two were pushed under, Rosalyn was pulled up and found herself gasping for air between the other two’s tushies. Joyce whooped and hollered as she watched the machinery do its stuff, slapping, scrubbing and swishing the girls around. The three continued to shout and protest, but Joyce ignored them. The little brats really had this coming! After they’d been properly cleaned and hosed off, they were pulled out of the tub. Like before, their wrists were seized and they were brought to their feet to be dried off completely. Towels assaulted them from all sides, followed by hair dryers, and finally each got little dose of after-bath powder. With that done, all three girls were brought back to new, fresh high chairs which locked them into place. Robot barbers got to work cutting off whatever hair they had left- their heads were practically shaved bald this time! Even their eyebrows were buzzed right off! “Nooo!” cried Ashley “Joyce, stop this thing! Please!” “Come on Joyce! We’re sorry!” Rosalyn added. Joyce was still too busy laughing though. Shelly ground her teeth until she finally snapped. “That’s it… that’s all I can stands and I can’t stands no more!” she roared. The other two looked at her with bewilderment. With the girls’ haircuts done, they were released from the chairs… and that’s exactly what Shelly had been waiting for. She’d gone through this whole silly process enough times to realize she had just enough time to jump out of the chair to one side or the other before the hands came at her from the front as they always had. As she was on the far end of the high chairs this time, she did just that, and barely avoided being seized like the other two. And with that, she ran like she’d never run before. Alarms sounded. “Aw shit” Shelly said, seething. She didn’t care. Let the whole nursery come after her- she would NOT be reduced to diapers again! She bolted, swerving and dodging various service robots. Shelly might not have been the smartest girl in the world, but she was a fast learner. Joyce hadn’t even noticed, she was so amused at the whole image. She had doubled over laughing. She stood up, wiping tears from her face. “HAHAHA… oh wow! I can’t wait to see the pictures of THAT!” she exclaimed. Meanwhile, other two bald girls were hauled away, back to the belt, where their dressing began once more. By now it was like clockwork. There was the brushing, wiping, oiling, Vaseline coating, powdering, diapering, dressing, milking, burping, tickling and kissing. When all was said and done, Ashley and Rosalyn were back in outfits similar to what they had first been dressed in by the nursery, and they were placed back in the cribs. The bars locked over them, trapping them in once more. “What happened to Shelly?” said Rosalyn. “Look!” the other girl gestured, as her older sister was hoofing it for the nursery exit. “Joyce, you just wait ‘til I get in there!” Shelly said, fists swinging. Joyce still had no clue about Shelly. She was having way too much fun! She giggled and danced around the control room, tossing switches and pulling levers. The machinery was rumbling and vibrating more intensely. Smoke was actually starting to come from one control box! “Hahaha, this place is great!” she said, grinning. She should have paid more attention though, as the manual override had a timer designed to put it back into full automatic if left unattended for too long. That set everything to default and locked up the other controls, and in her euphoria Joyce had just gone too far. She grabbed a lever on one of the control boxes and tugged, but it wouldn’t budge. “Come on… unnnggghhh… just a little…MORE!” she shouted excitedly, but the lever broke and took the woman with it as she fell back… right onto the conveyor belt! Before Joyce could do anything, she was swept into the nursery itself. Alarm bells were clanging. She sailed right past Shelly, who watched on shocked as the robots gave up chasing her and instead turned their attention to the nursery’s new occupant. Joyce was dragged right into the clothing-removal machine. Her screams mixed with the whirs and clanks of the device, and a few moments later all her clothes came spewing out of the chute on the side into the laundry basket. The others could only watch on. Following that, Joyce was sped out along the belt, naked as the day she was born. “Ahhh! Help me! Someone help!” she cried out, trying to cover herself, but mechanical arms grabbed her and hauled her off of the conveyor belt. She was dragged over to a revolving door in the wall that spun around, and on the other side was another curious contraption. It was a busty female mannequin sitting on a stool, dressed in an attractive red mini dress, complete with fishnet stockings and high-heeled pumps. Like the burping-bot from earlier, it lacked the original arms or head, instead having the same thing spherical head as the service robots and the white-gloved mechanical arms of everything else in the nursery. Joyce was pulled across the lap of the mannequin, which then came to life with a jerky start. Electricity buzzed from its head as it put one hand on the struggling naked woman’s back, pushing her into position over its lap. With the other, it took up a rubber-soled slipper, which it raised into the air, and then slapped down on Joyce’s ass! “Ow! Ow! Oh! Cut it out! Stop! Ah! Ah!” she wailed. She kicked her legs and pounded her fists against the stool, but it was no good. The automated disciplinarian kept right on with its work, soundly spanking the young woman. Joyce begged and pleaded to be released. “Stop it! Ow! I’ll be good! Ah! It was just a joke! Ooh! Please! Ow!” But she was now the victim of the very tool she’d used on the girls! The nursery’s built-in lie detector saw through every fib and half-truth she tried to sell it. Whistles tooted as the young woman squirmed and writhed, trying desperately to escape, with no luck. To further humiliate her, a phonograph popped out of the wall and began playing back Joyce’s own words to her- teasing her with how this 'hurts me worse than it does you’, which of course was another lie. The lectures she’d given the other girls were now being turned on her! “Naughty, naughty Joyce!” Shelly teased, putting her hands on her hips. Not that Joyce heard her. When it was felt that she had been properly punished, Joyce was let up. She tried to run for the nursery exit, crying all the while, but service robots grabbed her and carried her back towards the conveyor belt. An enema bag was hooked up, and Joyce’s backside was raised up as the belt carried her towards it. A lubricated nozzle was gently worked into her ass. She grunted and groaned at the unwelcome penetration, tears rolling down her cheeks and face blushing beet-red. A valve was turned, and warm, soapy water flowed into her with a dreadful GLUG-GLUG-GLUG sound. Joyce cried out in pain as her stomach swelled to several times its normal size! Soon she looked nine months pregnant! A butt plug was inserted into the bloated girl’s rectum, and the belt oh-so-slowly carried her along towards the toilets as she howled in agony. From their cribs, Ashley & Rosalyn watched all this commotion with slight horror. They wanted to feel sorry for her, but they knew that she was only feeling sorry for herself. From the other side of the nursery, Shelly watched it with absolute glee. “Well, she’s getting what’s coming to her!” Shelly said spitefully. “You should have let us go when you had a chance, Joyce!” She then swiftly turned on her heel towards the nearest exit. Joyce was pulled off of the belt and placed onto a toilet. She grasped the sides, moaning as her tummy rumbled and churned. The butt plug was removed, and the result was instantaneous. Joyce let loose a loud, smelly fart, and then everything that was in her came thundering down into the toilet bowl. All the while she groaned and gasped. Trumpets sounded, there was the roar of continual flushes, and perfume sprayers filled the air with a nice, fresh scent to mask the one Joyce had just made. “Gah…uh… urp!” Joyce cried, her stomach returning to normal. She must have been clean as a whistle by now! She didn’t have long to enjoy her respite though as her bottom was swiftly wiped and then the bidet gave her a blast of water right up her butt! “EEEEEK!!!” Joyce leapt off of the toilet, only to find herself quickly being placed back on the conveyor belt. Everything happened very fast. She was pushed into a new tub and scrubbed clean. As that happened she still fought and struggled to break free, but her strength was nothing next to what she was up against. “Ah! Ah! You can’t do this to me! Stop! Oh!” After that, she was dried off and powdered, and then brought over to the high chairs. She was seated down and strapped in as buzzers sounded. The bathing machinery turned off, and the barber machinery started up. And that went right to work servicing Joyce. “Wha-what’s happening!?” she said fearfully. The buzzing sound of electric clippers could be heard behind her, and Joyce suddenly felt more scared than she’d ever been in her life. Ashley and Rosalyn could only watch on sympathetically a Joyce’s long brown tresses, almost two decades’ worth of growth, were shaved off in a matter of minutes. The barber worked quickly and efficiently. The woman whined and kicked all the while. Before long a mirror was held up to Joyce’s face, and she saw that she too had been shaved completely bald! “Oh! My hair, my hair! What have you done!?” she wailed, before being released and dragged away. Back on the belt, Joyce was given the works. She was weighed and her temperature taken, neither of which she enjoyed in the slightest. Whatever semblance of make-up she had left was washed away, and her crotch was shaved bare. Joyce howled as the clippers did their job, leaving her completely hairless. She was brushed down, oiled up, and squealed as a Vaseline-coated finger popped into her behind. Next came the powder, which was liberally dumped on, and then a fresh cloth diaper, expertly folded and pinned in place. Then, made just for her, was another baby outfit identical to the other girls’, this one being yellow and olive green in color. “Somebody help me, please!” Joyce whined as the rhumba panties were worked up her legs. After her dressing, Joyce was milked, burped, tickled, and kissed. Finally, all washed, trimmed, powdered and dressed, and smelling like a pot of geraniums, baby Joyce was placed into a stroller and locked in with a strap. A service robot took the handles and a pacifier was popped into her mouth. Joyce tried to toss and turn, but the strap wouldn’t let her budge. She already felt an uncomfortable pressure building in her diaper, and she had a bad feeling the machine would decide that when she needed to go, she would have to go in it! The pampered princess looked glum as she was carted away. As she went past the cribs, the other two watched on sadly. “Poor Joyce…” Rosalyn said. “Yeah… I mean, as much as I want to slap her myself… that’s just… ouch.” Ashley shuddered. She hadn’t realized just how terrifying this place was, even after going through it several times. Not ten minutes ago Joyce had been the same old girl she’d known for years. A bit loopy perhaps, but still. Now though, she had been as humiliated and humbled as the rest of them. This meant… “Um, so… how are we going to get out of this again?” she asked. Rosalyn looked at her, gulping. “Well, Shelly’s still…” but Rosalyn trailed off. “Yeah. I thought so too.” Ashley glared out of the bars. Shelly had gotten them all into this mess in the first place, and now she was the only one to get out of it. Shelly whistled as she walked up the exit which would take her back to the control room. “I’m glad we could come to an understanding,” she said smiling at a nearby glass bulb in the wall, marked “ELECTRIC EYE”. She gave a little snap in its direction, and then turned her attention to the door in front of her. “Now then… open sesame!” Shelly declared, pressing a button on the wall. But instead of the door opening, the entire nursery was filled with sound! Klaxons blared, alarm bells rang, buzzers sounded and a kazoo tooted away. The ceiling lights turned red! “What the hell!?” Shelly cried, noticing too late what she had done. The button on the wall wasn’t the door control. It was instead a plaque marked “SPRING CLEANING.” All over the nursery, doors opened as light bulbs flashed. Service robots came pouring out, carrying all manner of implements- brooms, mops, buckets of water, vacuums, wipes, everything. Robots got to work cleaning the whole place top to bottom. They restocked the kitchen, replaced spent bottles of talcum powder, did loads of laundry and scrubbed the floors. They polished metal shelves, screwed in new light bulbs, repainted walls and re-oiled hinges. They dusted and vacuumed, mopped and swept. The whole place was going crazy with mechanized commotion. Shelly could only back up against the wall, watching all this with apprehension and she sucked in her lip. “Yikes!” she gulped. Ashley, Rosalyn and Joyce were all safe and secure in their cribs or carriages, but she was out in the open- and that meant that, like it or not, the nursery was after her again! “Hey! What are you- stop!!!” Shelly screamed as service robots grabbed her arms and dragged her away. The bald, naked girl kicked and fought, but she was powerless to stop what was happening. Ashley & Rosalyn watched on as she was hauled over to the conveyor belt and, like the barber had done to her before, Shelly’s upper half was pushed down onto it. Her wrists were seized, her ankles cuffed and pulled apart. Her butt was raised up. The sound of hammering and sawing could be heard under the floor. “Hey! Hey! Stop! Stop it! What are you doing!?” she demanded. She glanced up at the discipline detector, where the indicator needle bobbed back and forth. “Let me go! I didn’t do anything wrong!” WHEE-WOOO! In retrospect, Shelly really should have known better. The machine was never going to let her go, it was just waiting to deal with her in turn. Of all the girls, Shelly had been the naughtiest, and apparently no amount of humiliation of punishment had gotten her to see the error of her ways. Well, time that changed! Service robots got into position behind the girl. Her upraised ass was fully exposed. Shelly craned her neck, and her mouth fell open. They were wielding carpet beaters! Whoa! Talk about overkill! “OH NO!” she cried. And just like that, the robots got to work on punishing the duplicitous, scheming little brat! “OW! OH! AH!” she cried as she felt the first swing. And then another, and another. “Ah! Wait! Sorry! Sorry! EEK! EEK! AH! OW! OH! OW! OW! QUIT IT! OW! DAMMIT! OOH! AH!” Shelly shrieked as the robots walloped her behind. Those guys laid it on thick! Not so much as to be abusive, but just enough so that she got the point! Machinery was chugging and raging in the background. More noises came from within the walls as the nursery cleaned and restocked itself. “Oh! Oh! I got to go! I got to goooo!” Shelly cried, suddenly feeling the need to pee. But rather than release her, the machine went right on with her punishment. She bit her lip and struggled to contain herself, but not this time. A hole in the floor opened up behind her and a glass tube emerged with a wide funnel on the end.It took up a position right behind her while the other robots momentarily paused. With no other means of relief, Shelly let herself go right there. The piss flowed down the curves of the swirling glass tube, which returned to the floor once she was finished. She sighed with relief, but quickly shrieked again as she felt the machinery continued to treat her butt like a dirty old rug. “EEEK!” As Shelly’s rump was being whapped repeatedly, the others could only watch on. Rosalyn cringed. She took no pleasure in any of this, as mad as she was at Shelly. Joyce was nowhere to be seen, likely wheeled off to another part of the nursery. Normally, Ashley would be eating all this up, but she was preoccupied with something else amidst all the noise and commotion of the spring cleaning. Ashley watched as a service robot carried the girls’ clothing, all neatly washed, pressed and folded, over to a cubby on the wall. Above it was a sign that read “PICK UP: 1 WEEK”. The robot put those and the girls’ other belonging in the cubby, and then zoomed away. Ashley’s face fell. “A week!? A WEEK!?” she cried. That would take them to the end of their vacation! Assuming that’s when the nursery would finally release them, even, and Ashley wasn’t sure. Another week in this godforsaken place? Ashley looked back at Shelly with absolute spite. Her sister had a lot to answer for… at least the nursery itself was giving it to her good! Ashley sighed and lay back in her crib. Both she and Rosalyn could still feel the effects of the laxative and she was sure she’d be wetting or messing herself again very soon… but at least she wasn’t in Shelly’s position! The carpet beaters weren’t the only implement being used on Shelly. Periodically the spanking would stop while another robot with a feather duster would mercilessly tickle her between her legs, causing her to moan out in pleasure. But just as quickly, she’d find a plunger being used to bonk her on the head! Sometimes bucket of cold water would be dumped over her head, and other times she’d get a whap from behind with a fly swatter. The Nursery turned every piece of cleaning or house-keeping equipment into a weapon! It was getting two tasks done at once: Spring cleaning, and cleaning Shelly’s clock! “OW! Dammit! Cut it out!” she hissed. As her torment continued, Shelly glanced back up at the dial, seeing that needle bob back and forth. So even though she was being punished, the machine was still open to suggestion… “Hmmm…” she thought, wincing periodically. “I wonder if…” Well, it was worth a shot, wasn’t it? She might just be able to talk her way out of this after all! “Wait! Wait!” she wailed between whacks. “Hold on, hear me out! Please! There’s been a mistake!” Rather surprisingly, the machine did suspend Shelly’s punishment for a moment while she caught her breath. She panted, collecting her thoughts. Then she looked up at the discipline detector with pleading eyes. “Listen, you don’t have to do this to me!” she said cheerily. “See, this is actually their fault.” She nodded over in the direction of the others. “Do whatever you want to them, but let me go. I don’t deserve this.” She batted her lashes and smiled. ... ... ... ... ... ... WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! The whistles blew themselves silly! The light bulb blazed an angry red and stayed that way! The phallic indicator needle HAMMERED against “NAUGHTY” again and again. The mystery hatch at the top opened and out shot a board, perched atop which were small, cartoonish, cutesy mechanical dolls of Joyce and Shelly, dressed in their original adult clothes, almost like a cuckoo clock. The Joyce doll had the Shelly doll over its lap, shorts and panties down, and was giving her glowing behind a good whacking with a tiny spanking paddle. The mechanized Shelly doll made a squeak with each smack, kicking her little metal legs. And as that happened, the real-life Shelly got the paddling of a lifetime. Carpet beaters slammed into her ass. She screamed, screeched and shrieked, furiously pounding her fists on the belt as she demanded to be let go. She bucked her hips and ground herself against the belt, the result of which only made her feel hornier. Almost as if in mockery of this, the machine used the tip of a broom to rub her wet sex. Shelly’s eyes widened as she humped the stick in response… but this was a ruse. The broom handle rose up and CRACK! Right down the middle, hitting everything she had there. Shelly cried out, eyes bawling, nose running, fists clenching. She squealed out in utter humiliation. “OHHHHH!!! I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! LET ME GO! LET ME GOOOOOOO!” she wailed. Another robot rolled around in front of her. It took a bottle of shoe polish and started slathering it all over her face and bald head, then began to shine her up with brushes and towel. The result was quite ridiculous-looking. Shelly hollered out in embarrassment, and all the while the carpet beaters continued to pound her backside. Ashley’s older sister just continued to whine and moan on as the nursery cooked up more elaborate punishments for her, not the least of which involved her poor, reddened bottom. “The world of the future really sucks!” she sobbed, right before a wet bar of soap was shoved into her mouth. THE END! [/spoiler]