brighteyes

Another fantastic story! I love all the little details you write about those silly diapers always peeking out from her waistline, or showing through snug bottoms- really drives home how she must feel like such a baby. PS, I actually read every word of this, which may be a first for abdl fiction haha. Can't wait to see what you come up with next!

Maaaaaaan I love you way you write. This was adorable and fantastic. Always exciting to see you updating stories or posting new stuff!

Love it!!

This story is so cute I can't even. Love the way your write!

Wow, this was fantastic! Super unique idea and your use of perspectives with the camera was very charming. You are a talented writer!

Yay! :3

Ohhhh this looks VERY promising! Awesome to see you two collaborating. Are any chapters gonna be posted early on your Patreon?

Ohmigosh I love this. You have such a great writing style! ❤️

Poor Bella :( But what a fantastic story this is! I can't wait to read more (especially after that cliffhanger).

This story is so good! Can't wait to see more!

I'm finding myself more excited to see this story being updated on Fridays than whatever else I have going on during the weekend Fantastic work! Very well-written with lots of interesting characters. I think Bella's my favourite because.. well.. she's adorbs.

Girl: Stevie Boy: Len

Brilliant!

Umm.. "Bravo!" is about all there is to say. You have a wonderful way with words and managed to develop an intricate plot out of two seemingly uncooperative subjects.. and props for keeping up with the weekly update, that can be hard to do. Rarely does an abdl story evoke emotion out of the reader like yours. An excellent story in all regards!

Brilliant.

Misleading title.

I don't think that's crazy, I shave my body every few weeks. I love the hairless feeling, and I look better without it. Something about diapers and hairy legs just rubs me the wrong way. 'Course I'm not a super hairy guy to begin with, so it's not a huge chore for me. And yeah, it helps me get into little mode.. Plus it keeps everything much cleaner down there. >.>

Toaster strudel. EASY.

A placenta teddy bear? Ewwww..

Thanks people! Here's the rest of it- I realized the story isn't quite as long as I thought so there's no point in staggering it. >.> Hope you like it! -------------- The next morning Hannah awoke with flared nostrils and a frown. She was pleasantly surprised at the lack of a hangover, but her good spirits were swiftly dampened: The carpet beneath her ass was soaked. That explains the hot tub, I guess. She pressed a thumb against the yellowed polypropylene and some unhoused urine pooled around her finger, cold and wet. "Ew." Her tongue slipped out from between her lips, which were tightened in casual disgust. Wetting while on drugs wasn't entirely unfamiliar to Hannah- even booze did her in sometimes- but it definitely had a sobering effect after her trip last night. She hoisted herself onto a couple shaky feet and surveyed the stain, hands on her hips, wet thumb drying itself on an unsoiled section of her slacks. "Fucking perfect." Cleaning was her morning routine anyways, so after honking her nose out, changing and taking a shower she dumped half a pound of solute on the puddle and scrubbed away. It was a sort of meditation for Hannah, and gave her the chance to reflect on last night's experience. All the stuff she'd done in the past few months- all the drugs and thrill seeking extravagances- none of it compared to how she'd felt on the coffee crop. She'd been higher than that before, but the way calm had worked itself into every crevice of her body, massaging her entirety, whitewashing her soul- it was something special. And along with the sensations came an incredible mental framework, where she'd felt pleasantly incapacitated and full of wonder, like a newborn child. While that loss of control was frightening to the young woman, it was the good kind of scary- the kind you'd keep peeking out at from behind your fingers. But it was very disconcerting to Hannah just how far open her mind had been wrenched. It seemed likely that something had fallen out. But it had given her a taste of something that she missed in the deepest, most earnest way. She'd felt innocent again. And yet, recalling how childish she'd acted- crawling around, talking nonsense, pissing herself... Hannah felt her face reddening. If anyone ever saw her like that she'd die of embarrassment. But at least now she knew happiness was still accessible, if only through the plastic portal perched on her table. Her skin crawled, though, as she noticed dirty little blackheads on her carpet's white face. Initially she was pissed that her floor was further soiled, but the chills went deeper when she remembered the looming shadow and its sooty footprints. She tried to convince herself that it was the cats who'd done it, or that she'd wandered off into a garden somewhere and come back with muddy shoes- but paranoia insisted that she hadn't been alone that night. -------------- She spent the next few weeks as a reclusive guru, meditating with her mantra, the repetitious sniiiiiff graduating her into a soothed, enlightened state. It was odd how the addiction seemed to bring her closer to mother earth, just like Fried had said. She felt the cleanest and healthiest she'd been in years. The revered ziploc bag, though, was fraught with a flesh-eating virus, and Hannah watched mournfully as its insides melted away. Her habit eroded the contained mound into dregs, and those dregs dissolved into nothing but a coffee-scented plastic memory. She'd been snorting some every night, each time a little bit more, each time the feeling lessening. Her life had never been so obsessed with anything before, and when it was all gone, she felt as empty as the unoccupied sack. On top of the addiction, the drug continued flaunting its undesirable side effects. After the third night Hannah resigned herself to tripping out in the bathtub. Her cats were starting to look at her funny, as if to say, "The litter box is right there, Hannah. Seriously." Along with the wettings, strange thoughts had started kicking around in her head. Childish ones. The stylish silhouette visited once every night, and was becoming clearer each time. One night, caught up in another pigtail emulation, Hannah realized that the wrapping around the shadow's hips was- of all things- a diaper. And it wasn't an adult diaper, either, in anything other than size. It was pink and white and adorned with a smattering of princesses and stars, sometimes faded, sometimes not- like a toddler's training pants, but way too big. And for some reason Hannah couldn't help herself from feeling jealous. Why the drug wanted her to see that, and why she would have that kind of response, she wasn't sure. But despite how strange it seemed, she had a deep yearning to be the one wearing that diaper. Perhaps because it would give her a way to turn her dream of a second childhood into a tangible object, a physical thing. It became all she could really think about. She longed for the warmth of her parents' touch more than ever before, the feel of a sympathetic hug or a gentle kiss upon her forehead. She missed the safety of the diapers she'd worn to bed as an enuretic child... Her face reddened at these thoughts, though. She was an adult now, fully grown and mature. She shouldn't be thinking of such things. Her palms slapped at her temples like solemn, severe nuns, scolding them for the unorthodoxy that had slipped inside. The morning after she'd choked the last crumbs out of the bag there was a knock at the door. When she went to investigate no one was there, but a bouquet of roses lay propped against the wooden swinger, attached to a small white envelope. Hannah opened it and read the enclosed note, bringing the roses to her nose. They smelled like latte. "Salutations," it read, "Dr. Fried here. I believe your prescription has run out. If you are so inclined (and I rather trust that you are), I have another plastic emporium with your given name on it. Please come soon, I am certain that there is more the drug wants to tell you." It seemed evident to Hannah that "Dr." Fried was indeed correct, so she slipped on a hoodie and went back to visit him. His manner was the same as before- humble and gracious and creepy as fuck. The place looked the same but seemed a little roomier, as though the ceiling had pushed itself upwards. Glancing around, she noticed he had cleaned the place up a bit and installed a few shelves boasting simple pottery shapes. They looked freshly cast. The tall man ushered her in and shepherded her to her favourite cushion. "Welcome, welcome, Schatzi!" He sat down in his rotten chair, gripping one hand with the other. "I trust you got my message, yes? And how did you enjoy the finest export of Angola?" Hannah sniffed, nodded, and brushed the hair out of her eyes. "Yeah. It's good." She tilted her head to the side and frowned at him softly, pursing her lips, "D'you have any more?" He smiled slowly and widely, and leaned towards her from his sunken perch, "Yes." His voice was hardly a whisper and his eyes seemed to jump out at her eagerly. "But I must inquire, did you experience any unusual side effects?" Hannah began to shake her head, but felt an uncharacteristic blush broadcast the reverse response. His grin softened sympathetically and a low chuckle snaked out from his lightly parted lips, "Ahh, Schatzi, you need more guidance than I thought." "I, uh, don't know what you're talking about." She coughed awkwardly, rubbed a hand along her reddened cheeks, and took some money out of her pocket. He smiled and waved a couple jazz hands at her. "No, no, no. Your money will not do for me." Hannah blinked at the man, her eyebrows raised, and he continued. "I have a separate proposition for you. You may be able to tell I am not the most accomplished social person. I do not have many friends, and those who do frequent my company do so only for my drugs. I will give you another bag for free if you will simply spend some time with me." She didn't answer for a moment, being surprised, and then narrowed her eyes, "Um, how do I know you're not going to try and rape me or something?" He folded his arms outwards helplessly, "You can trust me, Schatzi. If you feel otherwise, I'm sure you can get someone else to find you your happiness." Hannah mulled this over for a few seconds, chewed her bottom lip and looked up at the timid ceiling. Her eyes slowly descended back down to the bag and she grabbed at the sides of her hoodie absently, as if it was wet and she was wringing it out. Despite this guy being a creep, she didn't really think he'd pull anything too crazy. Besides, she really wanted more of the stuff. "Eh," she said, "I dunno. Maybe if you let Lady come along, too. And my friend Dennis." The room seemed to darken a bit. The lonely bulb flickered from the ceiling and a metallic smell became prevalent in the air. Fried raised a hand to his chin, stroking it carefully. "I suppose your offer pleases me. It was a bit ambitious of me to expect you to trust me so readily." The rusty fragrance faded and the room brightened again. He smiled at her and patted the bag in his lap. "Well, Schatzi, we will be waiting for you here while you scrounge up your friends." -------------- Dennis' place was only a smidgeon nicer than Fried's, but the atmosphere was much more pleasing. He had an entourage of tye dye posters puttied to his walls, and bongs, pipes and weed were scattered around in a haphazard orchestra. Hannah had had a bit of a thing for Dennis when they were younger, but they went to different high schools and got involved with other people. They had, however, kept in touch, and made a point of sharing a joint at least once a month. Hannah had many good memories of the little green house. Dennis always had a few people over there coming and going, whether they were buying or just hanging out. Didn't matter either way, they were always cool and friendly, and sometimes from deeper down in the continent- Arizona, Texas, and farther, into the warm nethers of Mexico. Those ones always had crazy stories about life, and whether or not you could understand them wasn't as important as the excitement they exuded in the telling. Lady would often show up too, for the joints as well as to bum some smokes, ad hominem and promiscuate. Dennis didn't mind her bringing her flings over and screaming her throat raw. Sometimes the two of them would huddle into another room while Hannah tripped. She knew they'd been casual fuckers for a number of months, and though she didn't like it she kept her mouth shut. Free will and all that bullshit. Lady was there when Hannah showed up, pouting at a dirty mirror, re-applying her trademark cherry red lipstick. She glanced over at Hannah as she came through the doorway, nodded, and looked back to her own image. "Hey, Han. How'd you like that dealer I hooked you up with?" Hannah scratched her head, staring at Lady. Her friend seemed a bit off. A double take revealed that what she was rubbing around her mouth was actually bubblegum pink lip gloss, flecked with girlish sparkles. "Uhhh- yeah... He's alright. Kind of a creep, actually. But that stuff he had was real smooth." "Yeah?" Lady grimaced, smacked her lips and sat down on Dennis' couch. "It's some new shit, hey? From the Congo? I dunno, I never tried it myself. What was it like?" Hannah shrugged, pausing a moment before plopping down on the couch next to her friend. Dennis had a couple pet snakes that he allowed free reign of the house, so she was always very careful before committing to a sit-down. "Angola. And I dunno. Just felt really, really good, I guess." She looked over at the other girl, "Where's Dennis at?" "He's just taking a shit." "What's with the lip gloss?" "Daddy doesn't let me wear lipstick anymore." "...Huh?" Lady rolled her eyes, "I'm joking, Han. Lighten up." They sat there for a couple minutes, scratching their arms and talking small before the toilet flushed and Dennis skulked out of the washroom. He was mussing up his hair with a towel and sat on the couch without realizing that Hannah was there. "Hanz here yet?" She coughed lightly and smiled at him as his absorbent veil drooped down to nuzzle the length of his shoulders. His eyes discovered hers and crinkled with humour. "Oh. So she is." He pecked her on the cheek and grinned for a moment before turning a more sombre shade, "Uh, so how's things? How've you been feeling lately?" She licked her lips and twitched her eyebrows. "Um, alright, I guess. Still haven't felt right lately, but I'll get there... And this stuff Lady hooked me up with is helping me out." Dennis nodded and tucked his chin pensively, reaching for a preemptive joint, "Yeeeah. It'll get better, Han. I've been there, and it does." He winced, setting the stuffed paper between his lips, "But uh... look. Don't blow up at me for saying this, but I think you're handling this whole early-life crisis the wrong way. If you need somebody to talk to, I'm here for you. I know you feel shitty right now, but you don't need drugs, Han. You've got friends." Hannah snorted. "Well, fuck, Denny. What's that?" She pointed at his joint, "I don't need drugs? You're high every time I see you!" He lit the white stick and sighed, "Come on, Han, it's different. Weed is natural. The stuff you're getting... You don't even know what it is. I'm just worried about you, okay?" She rolled her eyes and nodded, taking the burning joint as he passed it on, "Okay, Denny. Whatever." Dennis nodded back at her slowly, his eyes softening, "Look, I'm not gonna preach or anything. God knows I've been worse off than you. Just letting you know I'm here. Alright?" "Alright." He nodded tritely and cleared his throat, "So uh. Anyways, what's this errand we're running for you, Hanno?" She looked at him seriously, "Yeah. Right, so you know this Fried guy. The guy Lady hooked me up with? For drugs, I mean. Well, he's kind of a weirdo. He says he'll give me another bag of that coffee stuff for free if I just hang out with him for a while. I said, y'know, not unless I have can bring a couple friends. I mean, I don't exactly trust the guy, right?" She scratched the back of her ear, "So would you guys help me out? I'll cut you some of the bag, if you want. It's pretty wild stuff." Dennis sighed, taking a moment to think before relenting with a shrug, "..Yeah. I'll come. You'll go either way, so I guess it's better if I'm there to babysit you. I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if this guy wants to rape you or murder you or whatever. You can keep your wacky drugs, though. I like to stick to the stuff I'm comfortable with." He and Hannah exchanged nods and turned their heads in Lady's direction. She shrugged as well, "Fuck yeah. For sure. You know I'm always up for shit like that, Han. Now gimme the damn joint." Hannah obliged. A few minutes later the trio slouched out onto the street, packing themselves into Dennis' truck as evening settled down on their heads. -------------- As soon as the door opened a thick blanket of dust was set in motion, giving Dennis the impression that Fried's apartment had been lifeless for years. A rusty blade of sunshine nudged its way through the room from a lonely window near the top of the outside wall. The rest of the room remained in shadow until Fried doused the darkness with lamp light. Dennis' optimism was immediately crushed. The place was a total shit-hole, even by his standards. Any hope he'd had of a respectable evening- he'd had visions of chilling with sitar grooves and a hookah- was lost, and there was something about the less-than-humble abode that simply did not seem right to him. Something in the way the walls looked to be crowding in on one another for warmth, and how the ceiling cowered, bending upwards, as though afraid of something below. The giant standing in the doorway was no consolation, either. He was hunched to avoid the framework, and his sickly lips twitched at Dennis before sliding a grin over to Hannah. "Ah, hello! You have returned, I see, and brought your friends with you." His figure retreated and sat down in the sunken chair. He unfolded a hand at three cushions placed neatly nearby. "I have prepared accommodations for the party." Dennis squawked at the squat hassocks, "Seriously?" The tall man smiled indulgently, "You must be the esteemed Dennis. There is no problem, I hope. These are trying times, we cannot all afford luxurious couches." He reached behind his lounge chair and tossed Hannah a bag of brown powder. She caught it deftly and smiled up at him- which was strange considering he was sitting down. "Thanks!" She tore it open and stuck her nose in, allowing herself a long, intense snort, and handed it to Lady before the effects hit her. She grinned at Fried in anticipation, "I looove this stuff, man." Dennis scowled from his cushion. Hannah looked like an arm-scratching dope fiend, the way she was shoving that shit up her nose. When Lady offered him the bag he waved a disgusted hand at her, and it dropped to the ground, spilling a portion of its guts out on the carpet. His eyes trickled from the bleeding sack up to his friend's face. She was already floating on some space-cloud, drooling with her eyes unintelligibly crossed. A bubble blew between her lips and when it popped she gasped and giggled. She reached her arms out to Dennis, but he shuffled away from her and bumped into something behind him. Fried's pale face smiled down at him, "Come on, Denny, don't you want some candy?" An open hand appeared in front of Dennis' face, displaying three of the tastiest looking sweets he'd ever seen. He found his lips grinning guiltily back at Fried, and nodded as a dribble of apprehensive spit appeared on his chin. He hastily wiped it away, his face becoming flushed with confusion and embarrassment. The tall man simply chuckled and closed his extended hand, turning it over and opening it again, dropping the goodies into Dennis' waiting palm. They popped into his mouth without a moment's consideration and he suddenly found himself glued to the floor, blowing bubbles back at Lady, laughing as Fried tickled his toes, staring off at a blurry, bulgy silhouette. "Candy...?" Hannah's head was tilted at them curiously, her hands clawing hopefully at the air. Fried's smile shifted in her direction and his sleeve conjured another treat triumvirate. His arm stretched over to her and he placed them in her mouth for her, "That's right, baby girl! Now eat up your yum-yums!" He patted her cheek as she chomped them into sticky, sweet chalk, "Good girl!" He smiled, watching her as she stared at the diapered shadows dancing and babbling along the walls. He could read her face easily, having seen this many times before: The whole universe was her cushion. Everything that existed was safe and comfortable, and as she glanced vacantly back at Fried, he could tell that she couldn't quite feel the strange tingling of her brain rewiring itself. The giant chuckled and watched the three silly-looking adults writhe around on his floor, singing softly to himself and tilting his head from side to side, "What I used to be will pass away and then you'll see that all I want now is happiness for you and me." -------------- When Hannah came to, her stomach threw up a little. She instinctively turned her head to let the mess spill down her cheek and spat out any leftover hints, spray painting the floor with pasty orange-green flecks. The decidedly queasy sensation in her food-pit remained, though, and despite her groggy post-nap haze Hannah could tell something was off. She exhumed her eyes from sleepy sand graves and levered her body up to brood on its ass. Something felt unusual down there, as though someone had placed a number of squishy sponges under her butt while she was sleeping. Looking down, she noticed two small yellow squares taped to the stomach of her overalls. It took her a minute to decipher what they said- she attributed that to her blurry, dream-addled eyes. "Wake up and smell the coffee, Hanny!" and "We'll meet for breakfast in the sunroom." She peeled the messages off, the light adhesive tugging at her overalls' frayed corduroy like band-aids on skin. They came to rest on the ground by her supporting hand, whose associate was diligently picking her nose, which was all clogged up with leftovers of snuff. Every time she inhaled it ran a fresh wave through her body, settling down the paranoia that had been mounting since her awakening. She scrounged the remaining crud out of her eyes and flicked it off her fingertips, examining herself with a series of conspicuous stares. It appeared that she wearing a pair of yellow overalls, a cutesy pink t-shirt with Ariel on it, a pair of frilly white socks, and, by the feel of things, something very peculiar between her thighs. Whenever she shifted her weight there was a slight crinkle, and her midsection boasted a suspicious thickness. Combined with the cold clamminess enveloping her nethers, it dawned on Hannah that the bulge under her clothes could be only one thing- a diaper. A thick, thoroughly soaked disposable diaper. The realization swamped her face with tomato coloured embarrassment. Wha.. Why am I wearing a diaper? And why is it wet? Her timid expression turned to one of frowning concentration as she tugged at the snaps of her overalls. She desperately wanted to confirm the type of underwear she was wearing, yet despite an earnest effort her fingers couldn't manipulate the fat, slippery buttons. Feeling impatient already due to her strange circumstances, she unleashed a few whines and gave up, attributing her failure to the overalls' tightness and poor design. Further questions piled on top of the first two, though her squishy pants remained in the foreground. Why am I dressed like a little kid? And in a crib? And where the hell am I? Confused and uncomfortable, Hannah decided the best thing to do would be to take in her surroundings. She was contained within an adult sized crib placed in the middle of a room that could be best described as non-descript. White paint, a cold looking concrete floor, and a dim wall-hugging light flickering somewhere in the corner. A doorless doorway stood vacantly in front of her, and upon looking in its direction a sense of dread churned up in her stomach. It was as though the room didn't want her to leave, despite it's emptiness. As though she belonged there. The mattress crinkled restlessly beneath her as she shifted her weight and got to her feet. She stood up clumsily and grabbed the crib's wooden railing, hoisting herself over the side and landing on a pair of wobbly feet, a bit taken aback by her own sudden lack of coordination. She steadied herself with a lingering hand and approached the gaping gullet of the doorway. The feeling of anxiety spiked, but Hannah forced herself to poke her head out and look around, craning her neck as far as it would hinge. She saw a long hallway with muted fluorescent lights and more naked doorways flanking the length of it like wide, yawning mouths. She choked back a second wave of bile, feeling suddenly sleepy again, but shook it off and slipped into the corridor, peering into the next room. It looked quite similar to the one she'd woken up in, except nicer and a slice more furbished. There was a nursery print crown pasted along where the walls and ceiling kissed and a mobile loitering above the crib. After a short glance, Hannah found her eyes repeatedly returning to the childish contraption's lazy orbit. She soon became unable to tear her sight away and watched it intently, circling her head in sync with its soothing rhythm. A deep, warm feeling of safety settled into her belly and she smiled vacantly upwards, paranoia forgotten, eyes staring blankly at the machine's casual cycles. Around and around and around and around... ..When she opened her eyes a few minutes later Hannah felt light headed and silly. She had no recollection of what she'd been doing and her crotch's wrapping felt a bit heavier. The girl giggled stupidly at the strange new sensation. Why's my diapee feel funny? She patted her groin curiously, squishing the weighty, crinkly padding contained beneath her clothing. The previous coolness of the area had been replaced with an obtrusive warmth that pressed closely against her sex, and it quickly dawned on the diapered girl that she had wet herself. The realization didn't surprise Hannah too much- she had accidents all the time, right? Still, it wasn't a pleasant feeling, so she squirmed around in discomfort, trying to distance herself from the inescapable sogginess of her privates. She started to tug at the buttons of her overalls again, but the snaps were even more confusing than before. She whined pitifully and started to tear up, ready to wail for someone to come change her- but just as her pouting lips were composing a moan Hannah stopped herself. Wait- what am I doing?? She was left standing there with her lips pursed and her knees bent together, hands kneading her crotch, mind baffled at the muddled thoughts in her head. Half of her brain was screaming: What the hell... Did that thing just make me wet myself? The other half was just relieved that she hadn't peed on her pretty clothes: It's a good thing Daddy makes me wear diapers... Hannah gaped at herself. It was like there were two people in her head- both entirely her, but at the same time completely different- like a much younger Hannah had somehow weaselled its way back into her body, and was fighting with her mature, grown-up self for control... But Hannah pushed that idea away as she remembered that the drug was likely still in her system, and attributed the split personality to a dying high. She shook her head to straighten things out and wandered into the next room, taking careful measures to avoid looking at any moving objects. Having had her underwear's clamour brought to her attention, she now heard the sound accompanying her wherever she went; a slight rustle that seemed amplified in the long, unoccupied hallway. She tried to ignore it as best she could, knowing full well that she'd have to put up with it until she could figure out a way to get her stupid overalls off. After taking the third room in she continued prairie dogging her head into each offshoot, proceeding gradually down the corridor. The closer she got to the end, the cleaner and more finished the rooms seemed to be. The last ten or so looked identically depleted of imperfection, though they all had different personalities in colour and tone. What really struck Hannah were the fanciful names on the back walls, smeared in glitter and gold, shining and proclaiming the presumed residents of each room. The first ones weren't so bad: Gabrielle! Sabrina! Clinton! But then she got to Lady! Dennis! and Hannah! Right at the end of the hall. Chills trickled down her spine, tickling her further out of her daze. What is this place? She searched her memory for what had led to this, and the last thing she remembered was collapsing into a cuddle puddle at Fried's. She smiled to herself- it had been a good night- but then realized that where she was now was probably connected to that. Maybe Fried wasn't such a nice guy after all. Slipping back out into the corridor, Hannah confirmed that she had finally come its end- a fire escape door with a lengthy push handle. It seemed to be the only way out of the desolate thoroughfare, so she pressed herself against it. It quickly relented, swinging open with an oily squeal, and a large room revealed itself to her. The floor was covered in bright green grass and there were a number of picnic tables and firepits, all festively decorated, accompanied by seating of various types, soft and pastel coloured. Instead of walls and a ceiling there were large windows, light distilled only by a childish painting of the sun slopped above the glass- so the room was very bright, with sections dyed yellow. It seemed to be a kitchen and eating area, and a lonely figure sat towering in one of the chairs, dressed all in black with a baseball cap fashioned around his head. He smiled in his sickly, pale fashion and waved a bony hand at her. "Good morning, Schatzi. Have you come for breakfast?" His voice sounded different from how she remembered- his thick German accent dissolving into an almost unplaceable foreign drawl- European Lite, she thought. Confusion had rooted itself too deeply inside of Hannah to permit any response other than an agreeable nod. Her feet patted lightly along the grass floor, and as she neared his mountainous shape he tapped his knee. Hannah's body promptly vaulted onto Fried's lap, the motion squishing her wet diaper against her bum. Her mind was left bewildered and protesting as the giant chuckled softly and snaked his arms around her tummy, whispering in her ear, "How was your sleep, Schatzi? No nightmares, I hope." "Uh? What the fuck is going on?" His fingers appeared at her shoulders and rubbed them reassuringly, "Now now, sweetie, little girls shouldn't use dirty words like that! Everything's alright now- you must have had another bad dream." She reached up to pry his hands away, but found one thumb in her mouth the other at her side, stubborn and unmoving. Her eyes narrowed angrily and she growled at him from behind her thick finger, lisping due to the unexpected intruder, "No. I didn't. Whewe the heww awe we? An' why am I weawing thith thtuff?" Fried put a lengthy digit to her thumb-guarded lips, "Shhh, baby girl. It's okay. You're home now, and you're wearing what's appropriate." He held her gently against his chest and rocked her from side to side, lightly bouncing his knees. "What did you do to me, you cweep!? Wet me go!!" She tried to scream for help, but he shifted her head again, muffling her cry with his breast. In her mind her arms were flailing desperately, but every time she looked down at them, one remained glued to her side and the other bent at the elbow, allowing her thumb entry to her mouth. Fried's massive size made it easy for him to keep her sedated anyway, and much to her exponential confusion, the longer she was in his embrace the calmer she felt; wanting less to break free from him and more to curl up and cuddle. He patted her back and pulled her away from him a little, looking kindly into her eyes, "It's alright, kiddo. Daddy's here for you." He grabbed a jar of food and a spoon, gently removed her thumb from her lips and slid some baby-friendly bananas between them. She pulled a face at the amorphous mush but her traitorous mouth scarfed it down eagerly. Fried's lips curled, "'Atta girl. You love your 'nanas, don't you?" She smiled and nodded and he kept feeding her. The entire jar of goopy fruit vanished in a handful of seconds and she beamed up at him as she finished. He chuckled and wiped a bit of rogue banana off her chin. "Such a hungry girl!" She giggled and nodded proudly and he ruffled her hair, "Would you like to see your friends now, little one?" A rather bold trail of drool had started an expedition out of her mouth. She thwarted it quickly with the back of her hand, hoping that Fried hadn't noticed. "Ummm... Okay.." "Right then." He stood up and eased her back to the ground. Right as her feet touched the floor an unstoppable energy welled up inside of her and she started running around the room, making sounds like an airplane and poking around anything she could figure out how to open- which admittedly was not that much. Fried watched her and chuckled, employing a gentle smile and tug to advise her course towards a new flight path. "Don't you want to see your friends, Hannah? They've been waiting for you very patiently." Hannah looked up at him and nodded, ditching the jet wings and settling her thumb back inside its drool-infested lair. She wove her other fingers through his and smiled up at him. He grinned back down, his thin chin almost producing rolls at the steep angle, and led her to the glass door, opening it and stretching an arm out to display his forbearance for the lady. She happily obliged and stepped foot outside. Sunlight nearly blasted her back on her diapered butt. The last time she checked it was winter, so the sun's presence caught her completely off guard. She squinted to reduce the glare and looked around in wonder at the lush, light-infested land. Her rogue eyes, however, ignored her orders for respectable narrowness and kept widening with excitement, causing the girl to whine in discomfort. Fried chuckled quietly, amused by her inability to deal with something as simple as sunlight. He stepped out behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders, kissing the top of her head, "Welcome to paradise, Schatzi." He took her hand again and led her gradually (she kept stopping to smell flowers and investigate things) to another greenhouse, its exterior painted with colourful shapes and objects, looking like the crime scene of a two o'clock hopscotch. "Here we are, Princess." He slithered a hand into his pocket and extracted a key, jingling it a bit as he unlocked the door. To Hannah's surprise it collapsed inward immediately. She realized this was caused by someone pulling at it from the other side when a high pitched "Eep!" squeaked out, harmonizing with the soft thud of padded-ass-meets-floor. Fried grinned knowingly at Hannah and walked in, turning on the highly placed lights. He patted the fallen lump on the head, "Up again, eh, Schatzi? It was supposed to be your nap time." "I had to go potty," grumbled a voice from the floor. Fried chuckled, "Well, you can go now, if you like." The voice sighed and sat back up disconsolately, displaying its vehicle as a cute girl of, if Hannah were to guess, about six or seven years. She looked relatively immature, wearing a number of childish ribbons in her hair and a pair of colourful overalls similar to Hannah's, complete with snaps in the crotch, with an evident bulge that could only be a diaper. "It's too late now!" she blushed, "You surprised me when you opened the door..." Hannah wrinkled her nose as a particular smell began to sneak up her nostrils, "Eww.." The girl blushed more and looked up at Hannah indignantly, "It's not my fault! There's no potty in here, and nap time lasts for-EV-er!" Fried helped her up and gave her a patronizing pat on the bottom, "Okay, Gabby. Whatever you say." He looked over at Hannah, "Hannah, this is Gabrielle. You may think of her as your little sister for the time being." Hannah waved at the little girl with the hand that wasn't plugging her nose, "Hi, Gabby." "Hi." She looked up at Fried, annoyed. "How come I'm always the little sister!? She's wearin' a diaper, isn't she?" And back at Hannah, "And I don't usually have accidents like this! I'm a big girl, I swear!" Fried chuckled and led her over to a padded table, "Well, you sure don't smell like one, Schatzi." He glanced back at Hannah and waved a hand around the room, "Take a look around, child, your friends should be waking up soon." Hannah nodded and looked around. Her pleasantly vacant smile faltered a little as paranoia began nudging her back to consciousness. She squinted around, letting the vibes of the room settle into her, which were definitely a little wonky. The nursery, as with the sunroom, appeared to accommodate chiefly Fried's height, as most important things like lights, locks, and snacks were perched far above an average person's reach. There were large, adult sized cribs as well as childish looking beds, flamboyantly decorated with such themes as racecars, flowers, and fairy princesses. There was also a large, adult-sized changing table, where Fried was currently... changing... Gabby's... diaper. Wait... What the shit? She hadn't been paying too much attention to Fried and Gabby when they were talking, but now the girl's words echoed in her head. Since eating the bananas Hannah had forgotten all about the wet bulge around her privates, but with that cue everything came rushing back- I-I'm still wearing a diaper, aren't I? She gaped down at herself, blinking at her thick, drooping crotch, the sagging noticeable even through her tight overalls. She reached a brave hand down to investigate, but before she could hear the incriminating crinkle she was interrupted by a foreign mass tackling into her and giving her a huge, invasive hug, "Hanny!!" Hannah thought her brains were going to play-doh out her ears. "Grk." Her face was barraged with wet kisses, "I missed you so much!" the mass proclaimed. Hannah extracted a couple arms from the embrace and executed a blind counter-attack , "G-get off! Get off me!" There was a sharp gasp as she connected with something that felt like a face. Her assaulter immediately retreated and plopped down on the floor with a whump, tenderly rubbing its cheek. Hannah glared at the hooligan and opened her mouth to swear, but instead let out a small gasp of her own, "Lady!" She sat back up and shuffled over to the other girl, giving her an apologetic hug. Lady pouted, "You hurt me.." "Err, yeah.. Sorry. But you kind of attacked me!" Lady's lips smiled begrudgingly beneath her reddening eye, "Hm.. Yeah, I guess you're right." The two girls looked at each other in happy placidity for a moment before Lady broke the silence, "Daddy said you'd be coming! He said you had to have a big nap 'cause you were real tired. I told him I couldn't wait to see you an' so I wished and prayed every night that you would come and now you're here!" Hannah giggled at how quickly Lady was talking. She wasn't usually this excitable. It was cute. "Yeah, now I'm here... Uh.. Where is here, anyways?" Lady seemed a bit confused by the question and looked at Hannah strangely, "Uhhhh, I dunno. We're in the nursery right now..." Hannah rolled her eyes at Lady's silliness, "No, I mean, where are we? Like, in the world? It's so pretty around here, it doesn't look much like Canada at wintertime..." Her friend shrugged, "Oh, I dunno. Somewhere nice an' warm." Hannah nodded slowly and looked around the room again, "Yeah. Right... Hey, is Dennis around here somewhere?" "Uhh, yeah... He's in time out." "Time out?" "Yup. He was a bad boy so Daddy made him go to sleep." "Sleep? Uh? What do you mean?" Lady seemed confused again, "Uhh, I mean Daddy made him go beddy bye. He's over there napping." She pointed at an indoor window farther down the room. Hannah got up and toddled over to it curiously. Peering through the thick glass, she saw Dennis strewn out on a hospital bed, naked and very unconscious, with a plethora of tubes and wires running around the room and to and from his exposed body. A soft gasp escaped her lips and she pressed her hands against the transparent divider, "Denny... W-what happened?" Gazing at the body splayed out on the table caused her sobering feeling to deepen- This isn't right. We shouldn't be here. Lady had crept up beside her and nodded solemnly, "Denny's been a bad boy. Daddy made him sleep so he wouldn't get in trouble anymore." "Is he... okay?" Lady rolled her eyes, "Duh, Hanny, he's just napping! Everybody's gotta do it sometimes!" Hannah was about to scratch her chin when she felt a spindly hand perch on her shoulder. She jumped and looked up to see Fried smiling down at her. "Ah, you've found your delinquent friend, Schatzi. Now, before upsetting yourself, please understand that this is not a permanent state for young Dennis. He is in simple need of recuperation." "Recuperation? From what?" Fried retracted his hand from her shoulder and waved it about dismissively, "The reason is not important. His punishment will be finished tomorrow, and until then there's plenty of other children for you to play with. I see you've reacquainted yourself already with Lady here." Hannah scoffed, "Well, duh, we're best friends after all!" He nodded at her and chuckled. "Of course." Then he suddenly looked very serious, "Now, I must ask you, Schatzi, do you need a change?" "Huh? A change?" He nodded and patted her rear emphatically, "Yes." Comprehension widened her eyes as she once again remembered her diaper. Why she kept forgetting something so important was beyond her, and she wrinkled her nose in disgust. The soft, wet padding around her groin felt slippery and bloated, like a fat layer of blubber was glued to her privates. She realized just how tight her overalls were and how they pressed the thick, rustling underwear against her body. Peering down at herself, she blushed at how obvious the bulge was, and couldn't believe she had forgotten about it again, "I'm actually wearing a-? But- I don't need diapers! Are you crazy?" Shifting her weight, she noticed that the garment felt like it was close to leaking. She grabbed and pulled at her midsection uselessly, trying to tear it off from the outside. Fried tugged her hands away from the diaper and held them, causing her to whimper and squirm, trying anything to distance herself from the unpleasant wetness. He looked at her seriously, "I'm afraid you do, Schatzi. And of course, if you don't, I'm sure you won't mind me checking. A little girl who doesn't need diapers wouldn't have had an accident in her pants, so she'd have nothing to fear." He smiled reassuringly and crouched down to her level, unsnapping the overalls to check the condition of her now undeniably real and unarguably soaked diaper. Finally seeing her underwear's white girth had a pretty deep effect on Hannah. She let out a soft gasp and her eyes widened, the image of that diapered silhouette flashing into her sight. One part of her felt strangely drawn to the thick plastic, but the overwhelming majority was screaming: What the bloody fuck? She composed herself and shoved his hands away, but not before he'd snuck a peek into the seat of her padding. "H-hey! Back off! What's the big idea, you darsh??" Fried grinned at her indulgently, "Well, look who's a big girl! You're not messy!" Hannah blushed and clutched at her bottom in what she thought was defense- though it looked more like she was verifying her diaper's condition for herself. "Of course I'm not messy! What d'you think I am, a freakin' baby??" She tried to pull away from him but he scooped her up handily. "You are, however, quite soaked. Let's get you changed." He walked briskly across the room with her flailing in his arms. Uncomfortable as it was, Hannah was not about to let Fried change her diaper. She looked back at Lady pleadingly but the other girl just smiled and waved, completely oblivious to her friend's impending humiliation. "Let me go, Fried! I don't need a dumb change!" Hannah, of course, meant to say that she didn't need a diaper at all. Her face reddened again, being well aware of her diaper's droopiness and feeling like she must look just like a dumb, stubborn toddler too excitable to lay down for a minute. He shook his head at her as he placed her on the changing table. "Ah, but you do, Schatzi. If I don't change you now, you'll doubtless be leaking shortly! And the longer we wait, the likelier you are to develop a rash. We wouldn't want that now, would we?" He laid her down and tickled her stomach a little, evoking an unbidden giggle to squeak out her throat. Her face turned even redder and he reached for a new crinkling mass, along with a couple other changing-time utilities. She squirmed disconsolately against his restraining arm and heard someone snickering nearby. Her eyes darted over to see who it was and discovered a smug-looking girl grinning at her. She appeared to be at the starting blocks of her teens, and the fish-hook sneer tugging at her cheeks displayed an undeniable abundance of adolescent self-confidence and disdain. "Aww, who's the new baby?" The barely-teen traipsed over and smirked at the older girl. She even had the nerve to give Hannah's blushing cheek a little pinch. Fried looked over at the intruder and smiled, "Ah, Sabrina, hello. This delicate young thing is Hannah. Say hello, Hannah." Hannah pouted at Sabrina and answered begrudgingly, "..Hello." Sabrina smiled charitably, "Aww, isn't she precious? And such manners, too! Hellooo, Haaaannaaah." She spoke to Hannah in a silly voice, as if she was a little toddler, and, smirk unflinching, leaned down close to her ear, "Better behave herself around me, baby. Just do as I say and I won't make your life suck." Hannah blinked at her and looked frantically to Fried, hoping he'd heard the threat, but his attention seemed to be elsewhere. She whimpered and shifted away from Sabrina. The younger girl snickered again and waved goodbye, bobbing her fingers cutely, which seemed primed for timely diaper checks of either variety. "I'll let daddy change you into a new diapee, cutie." She lifted herself up on her toes and pecked Fried's cheek, "See ya later, Daddy." They watched her skip off, Hannah shaking herself out of a teenage bitch-induced coma while Fried chuckled, "Such a good girl, my Sabrina. Now, where was I? Ah yes, your diaper change. Now, I know you were just in a diaper, but I'm willing to give you a choice right now. You have to wear diapers at night, but during the day I'll let you choose." Hannah's ears perked up at the mention of a choice and she looked at him hopefully. The silver lining turned dark again, though, as he held up both his hands, each one brandishing a diaper. "Pull-ups or diapers?" Correction: Apparantly the slightly-less-thick-looking one was a pull-up. They both looked nauseatingly infantile to Hannah. Still, the pull-ups wouldn't be as bad as wearing a diaper- The young woman groaned, baffled at herself for even considering either option. She sat up quickly, suddenly possessed by an urgent need to get-the-fuck-out-of-here-now. "Uh, how 'bout we skip the change, chief? I feel real good about this one!" She patted her crotch decisively and, taking advantage of Fried's preoccupied hands, vaulted herself off the table. Fried blinked and Hannah tore across the room and out an obsequious door, thankful for the giant's momentary stasis. Not daring to look back, she sped through a garden and past a neighbouring field, the forest's sea of green engulfing her from sight. Racing through a spatter of thick evergreen, she cringed as Fried's voice hollered after her, but soon made her way clear into a new glade. Its resident was a familiar but distinctly different looking greenhouse, and, panting heavily, Hannah ran around to the other side of the building. Allowing herself a glimpse back through the glass house, she realized that Fried wasn't chasing after her. She wiped her forehead and leaned against the see-through wall, trying to catch her breath in case the giant showed up again. Her mind was still racing, though- previous thoughts once again emerging through the thick cloud that seemed to be screwing with her head. What the hell is this place? Why am I dressed like this, and why am I wearing a pissed-in diaper? Thankfully her overalls were still undone, so Hannah didn't have to struggle with opening them again. She bent forward and stared at the sagging plastic, her eyes bulging out a little, letting the undeniable reality of the garment really sink in. She placed a hand between her thighs and pressed up against it, grimacing as the cold moisture squished about her sex. She felt a small trickle of urine escape the leg band and slither down to moisten a spot on her lowered overalls, tickling her thigh on the way. She grimaced. Ew. I need to get out of this thing. She tugged the snaps back up and successfully buttoned them together, looking around for somewhere to change. Guess I'll have to go commando after this. Oh well, better than wearing a freakin' diaper. Still entirely aware of common decency, she decided on a choice location in the jungle wall. Her legs started toddling off towards it when a huge green tree appeared in front of her, and, totally caught off guard, she waddled face-first into its scaly bark. At least she thought it was a tree, until she tilted her head up to look at her immobile assaulter. It was no tree. It was a tyrannosaurus rex. And it looked hungry. ----------------- Hannah felt her groin moisten further as she stared up in paralyzed fear at the monstrous, hungry looking dinosaur. Her face went completely white and her mouth gaped stupidly, her life flashing before her eyes. The prehistoric creature bent down towards her slowly, no doubt with the intention of having a nice, light, diapered snack. Steaming like Mother's homemade carrots, its rancid breath flowed out of its ancient nostrils, disturbing her hair and plastering it across her face. Tears began to trickle out of her eyes, down her cheeks and into the corners of her mouth. Oh my god, I'm going to die. She stared at the dinosaur in hopeless resignation. It blinked at her. "By Jove, you haven't done a jobbie in your nappy, have you?" Her jaw remained unintelligibly lowered and the dinosaur sighed, snapping its claws ineffectively, "Well, either way, not much I can do for you, I'm afraid." She kept staring at the green giant, finding herself unable to move or speak, and it rolled its jurassic eyes at her, "It seems as though you've never encountered an archaic butler before." It unfurled itself rather ungracefully and bowed to her, sending its tail up in the air. The dire seriousness of the dinosaur seemed to completely contradict its exaggerated British accent and clumsy actions. Not to mention that it was sporting a bonafide butler's suit, complete with a bow tie and coattails. It seemed determinately unaware of its own comic appeal. Despite her previous terror, Hannah couldn't help but burst out laughing. Frowning dinosaur eyes are actually quite scary, but somehow she couldn't stop herself. Its pride was clearly wounded by the small human's disregard for polite pleasantries, but tried its best to ignore the outburst and continue with the formal introduction- as any proper butler would do. "I am called Percival Pontificus Rex. You may address me by my given name, Percy, if it please you." Hannah managed to finally subdue her giggling, having to frown mightily and puff her cheeks out to keep a straight face. "Err, *snicker* nice to meet you, Percy. I'm Hannah!" "Charmed, I'm sure." She nodded and twirled a strand of hair with her finger, grimacing to repress further laughter, "..Uh, s-so you're a dinosaur, huh?" He smiled at her, proudly showing off his teeth, "Quite. And not just a dinosaur, young Miss- a tyrannosaurus rex! Lord and king of all the dinosaurs!" She snorted and chuckled at him again, prompting the large lizard to fold his stunted arms crossly against his chest. "Bah! You spoiled children plainly have no regard for your elders! I don't have to stand for this insolence! Good day, Miss Hannah!" He turned on his heel and stomped away briskly, his wildly swinging tail nearly catching Hannah in the face. She eeped and dodged it, frowning up at his retreating figure, "Whoa, hey! Wait wait wait, I'm sorry for laughing at you, Mister Rex!" Percy stopped and turned his head a bit, shooting her an indignant glare from the corner of his eye, "Hmf! It's always the same tale with you puerilites! 'Oh, he's just a daft green lizard.' 'Guffaw, guffaw, guffaw, what a clumsy prehistoric oaf!' I'm not; I'm a king, and I'll let no amount of juvenile mockery rob me of my dignity!" Hannah's face turned very serious and her bottom lip pushed out a little, threatening to pout, "Awww, I'm sorryyy, I didn't mean to tease you.. I really do think you're scary! And kingly! Real kingly." The tyrannosaurus closed his eyes, inhaling deeply for a moment before turning around again and ambling back towards her. He tilted forward as he neared her and thrust his face right in front of hers, breathing out of his nostrils intimidatingly. She cowered, her face tightening and going white, feeling his breath trickle down her cheeks. She felt her knees bending together as her bladder relaxed yet again. "Uhh.." It was his turn to snort with laughter. He pulled his head back and peered down at her merrily, chuckling as well as any dinosaur could manage. "Now I'm sure those puffy knickers aren't in top form." He spun around and stooped down, clearly intending for her to hop up on his back. "Let's get you to Master Eichmann, shall we?" She was a bit surprised at herself for wetting the diaper again (one time was just a fluke- oh, and the fact that it was wet earlier didn't count), but decided she'd deal with that problem later. She looked back at Percy and flirted a finger with her mouth, pivoting her right foot innocently on the ground, "Uhhh, can we not do that? I kinda just ran away from him." He gasped and pointed a claw at her dramatically, "Dah! A vagabond! I should have suspected as much, you look just the type!" Her eyes went wide and she shook her head in protest, waving her hands about, "Huh?? Whoa whoa whoa, I'm not a freakin' vagabond! I'm a good girl, I swear! I just don't need these dumb diapers!" She pulled at her thick waistline emphatically. "That's why I had to run away." Percy raised one of his absent dinosaur eyebrows. "Mmyes. Quite." He bent down to her level again and sniffed around her carefully, poking his frightening nose around her crotch. He stopped suddenly and looked at her, shaking his head and returning it again to its monstrous height. "My trustworthy nose tells me otherwise. It is in both our best interests that you are promptly changed. You stink of ammonia, and are doubtless close to leaking- if you haven't started to already." He turned around again, "Go on then, hop aboard." She blushed at the thought of leaking on her nice overalls. The sensation of that lone drop slithering down her thigh was still fresh in her mind, but she stomped her foot anyway, "No, I don't want to!" She caught a flicker of impatience in his eyes and decided to try a different tactic, her lower lip marching forward again, "Um, pleeease don't take me back to Fried?" Percy looked her over for a minute before conceding. "Bah. As you wish, Miss Hannah. I would still like you to hop up on my shoulders, though. You need a change; I'll simply find someone else to do it." Hannah thought about it for a moment, clearly suspicious that the dinosaur might be luring her into a Fried-infested trap. Whatever, she thought. I have to get changed sometime. She toddled carefully up his ramp-like tail, settling herself down uneasily on his shoulders. She felt the diaper squish under her butt but tried her best to ignore it. "W-whoaa. It's r-really high up here." Percy nodded a little, causing her to whine and clutch at his neck. "H-hey, watch it! Don't make me fall off!" The dinosaur nodded again and she yelped fearfully. "Woops. Right-o. Sorry about that." He stomped off with her on his shoulders, shaking the ground around them. After overcoming her initial fear Hannah smiled to herself, feeling pretty badass for riding a dinosaur. It's no pony, but it's still pretty cool. She imagined herself as John Wayne, chasing down outlaws, and made her hands into pistols, shooting at random things as they passed by. Unfortunately, her cool cowboy days didn't last very long. All the bumping around had an effect on Hannah's diaper that she hadn't foreseen- it started leaking all over her overalls. Percy noticed before she did. "Grah! Ammonia! It's in my eyes!" He buckled and fell to his knees, wiping dramatically at his face with his stunted arms. Hannah blinked and remained seated, her lips pursed in confusion, not sure exactly what had just happened. His carnivore eyes glared up at her and blinked back, a couple lubricant tears slipping out. "Now we really must get you changed, Miss Hannah. You've leaked onto your vesture." "Huh? My what?" She glanced down at herself and gasped. The butt and crotch of her overalls were entirely soaked, and sure enough there was a small puddle of urine pooling in the crown of the dinosaur's head. She blushed furiously, "Ohmigod I'm so sorry!" Percy just grumbled, levered himself to his feet and kept trudging on, "It's alright, I've grown accustomed to such things. You're not the first to do that. Anyhow, I must insist that the next person I see will change your nappy, be it Master Fried or otherwise." Hannah whimpered at that thought, and was soon disappointed by someone else's sudden appearance. Sabrina was not the person Hannah wanted to see, especially considering the state of her diaper and overalls, but there she was, popping out of the bushes with that evil little smirk on her face. "Ah," Percy sounded please, "There's Miss Sabrina." Hannah blushed and hid her face as the tyrannosaurus stomped over to the younger girl. She smiled up at them curiously. "Hey, Dino. Uh, you know, that's not really the best idea." She motioned up at Hannah. "She'll probably leak on you." Hannah's face got warmer and Percy stooped down a little, buckling a bit to encourage Hannah's dismount. "Ah, well. She already has, I'm afraid. It's alright though, she's new to nappies, she didn't know any better." He smiled reassuringly at Hannah as she slid down off his tail, tugging at the dark stain on her pants. Sabrina looked at her and laughed, her grin turning a dash meaner. "Oh, wow. She's a bigger baby than I thought. Guess you want me to change her, huh?" Catching the dinosaur's nod, she nodded herself and held out a hand for Hannah, once again speaking to her as if she was a toddler. "Okay, c'mon cuuutie, let's get you cleaned up!" Hannah stared at the younger girl like she was crazy. I'm way older than this little brat. Where does she get off treating me like this? "Uh, no, I'm good, thanks." "You're good? But your diaper is leaking all over your pants, silly! Now come along before Daddy sees it. You don't wanna get into trouble, do ya?" Hannah frowned and considered that for a moment. What would happen if Fried saw her like this? Would he revoke her pull-up privileges? She hoped not. I better not try anyone's patience yet. I don't even know where the heck I am. Besides, they all seem kind of mental. She shook her head and reached out to take the younger girl's hand, keeping her lips in a tight grimace, silent for fear of being embarrassed further. The fact that a girl five years younger than her was about to change her diaper was horribly humiliating, but she knew that afterwards she wouldn't have to wear them anymore. At least, not once she proved to Fried that she didn't need them. Percy pontificated something about taking a quick shower and thundered off, leaving Hannah alone with the sinister-looking teenager. Sabrina smiled patronizingly at her new charge and tugged her in the direction of a nearby changing table. They seemed to be everywhere around here, even outdoors. It seemed a bit excessive for the number of diaper wearers in the area, but maybe there were more kids around that Hannah hadn't met yet. Either way, the size of the changing tables made her feel a bit better about her own situation- they'd obviously been used for other adults, too. Once the proximal refitting slab was directly to their fronts, Sabrina smiled at Hannah again and patted its surface. The older girl sat down begrudgingly, looking very displeased with the situation. Sabrina pushed her chest lightly and she laid down obediently, raising her legs for the change. The teen rummaged around a compartment under the table and withdrew all the necessary items for changing. Hannah cringed, noticing the huge diaper that was soon to be fitted about her groin. Maybe I should've just let Fried change me. He did say he'd let me wear pull-ups. Sabrina unsnapped the crotch of Hannah's overalls and went about changing her like an old pro. Hannah couldn't even remember the last time she'd been the target of a diaper change, but despite her flaming face, her whines of protest and the general awkwardness of the whole situation, it wasn't quite as horrible as she'd imagined. Regardless, after Sabrina dumped a cloud of powder all over her privates and sat her back up, Hannah crossed her arms unhappily and pouted. She tried to squeeze her legs together but the huge diaper wouldn't allow it, and she felt a good couple inches taller due to the stacked padding under her bottom. "Why'd you put me in a diaper? Fried said I can wear pull-ups." Sabrina smirked, "Yeah right. Not if you're leaking all over the place." "But he said-" "Now, Haaannaaah, you remember what I said about behaving yourself, riiight?" Hannah cast her eyes to the ground and nodded, squirming her cushioned butt disconsolately. As much as she resented the idea of wearing this enormous, unwarranted diaper, she didn't want to be making enemies, especially with a psycho like Sabrina. Besides, she was sure she'd be able to coerce Fried into hashing out some revenge later. Sabrina's lips curved back into her evil little smile. Hannah managed to quickly button her overalls back up and Sabrina helped her down from the changing table. "Um, thanks. See ya later!" The freshly changed girl started to waddle off. Apart from wanting to get the heck away from Sabrina, she also wanted to find Fried and apologize to him. "Hold on a second, baby. Your pants are still wet." Hannah blushed, looking down at the stain slowly drying between her legs. She turned around again to face Sabrina, "Oh yeah... Um..." Sabrina snickered, "Don't worry about it, I'll find you something cute to wear. But first let aunty Sabrina help you out of those wet clothes!" Hannah didn't even have time to protest before her "aunty" had stripped her of her overalls, deftly draping the wet yellow fabric over a skinny arm. Hannah's blush deepened as she looked down at herself, her bulky diaper now exposed and blatantly obvious to anyone who passed by. A-at least it's clean... She had to shake her head again. At least it's clean? I don't even wear diapers, or need them. Why would I even think that? Sabrina giggled and patted Hannah's plastic seat, causing her to stumble forward a little and flail her arms for balance. The thick diaper crinkled between Hannah's legs, now much louder with nothing to dampen the sound. "Oops, I guess you'd better hold my hand, sweetie. I know you're not used to walking yet, but you're too big of a baby for me to carry. Now c'mon!" Hannah's red face grimaced as she felt herself being pulled along behind the all-too-chipper preteen, having to toddle with great haste just to keep up. She tugged at her t-shirt, trying to hide the attention-sucking diaper, but its pink hem couldn't veil any more than the waistline and its pretty princess embellishments. No doubt whatever clothing Sabrina had in mind for her wouldn't be much of an improvement. Hannah suspected that anything the younger girl thought of as 'cute' would be no such thing- just another way to humiliate her. Her tormentor led her to a smaller building hidden in the foliage of a nearby path. It wasn't a greenhouse like the others, but a small, dilapidated wooden shack. An old sign swung in the warm afternoon breeze, proclaiming 'Costume Shoppe!!' to all passersby. Of course, since she couldn't read, Hannah had no idea what the sign said- W-wait, I can't read? But just this morning- She didn't have time to think about it as Sabrina opened the door and dragged her inside. Hannah coughed and draped an elbow between her mouth and nose to filter out all the dust the motion had kicked up. The place had a familiar air to it, one that Hannah couldn't quite put her finger on. It was dusty and messy, with a ceiling that seemed to have stretch marks. Through the mitey fog, Hannah could see rows and rows of old fashioned Shakespearean costumes. The building seemed rather out of place in the tropical-island habitat. Sabrina closed the door and tugged the single pull-light on. With all the dustiness the room remained still quite veiled, but there was at least enough illumination to browse through the shop's wares. Hannah was about to wander down one of the aisles by herself when Sabrina pulled her down the one at the far right of the store. "I think these ones would suit you best, cutie." "Wha..?" The whole row was a mess of frilly girliness. The costumes, though adult sized, all seemed more suited to toddlers, or in some cases, babies. And it wasn't just overalls and onesies. There was a massive collection of sleepers, babyish skirts and dresses, t-shirts with silly slogans on them, tights, leotards, tutus... Everything that reminded Hannah of the all too forgotten glory days of her ultra-youth. "No way am I wearing any of this stuff!" "Awww, is baby feeling fussy? I think she'll wear whatever aunty Sabrina dresses her in!" Sabrina tweaked Hannah's nose and walked off down the aisle, picking through the various outfits, leaving some and taking others as she saw fit. Hannah stood there poutily, not really wanting to run off for want of pants. "Can't you just gimme another pair of overalls?" Sabrina glanced back at her and looked her up and down, "Nah, I wanna get you something more girly. You like to look pretty, don't you, honey?" Hannah nodded begrudgingly. She did like to look pretty, that was undeniable, but none of these clothes seemed pretty to her, just really dumb looking and babyish. Sabrina drew several hangers from the rack and pressed the clothes against Hannah's breasts, hmming and hawing as the young woman stood motionless, an unwilling model. The younger girl suddenly seemed to make a decision, her face lighting up. "Ah! Perfect. You'll look just like a princess!" She put the rejected clothes back to rust on their hooks and presented Hannah with her new outfit. It was a glittery pink t-shirt, a pair of thin pink tights, a tutu and a tiara. "No way. No way am I wearing that!" Sabrina raised an eyebrow at her, "Um, I don't think you have much choice, potty pants. Either you wear this or I tell Fried that you leaked. I'll even show him your wet overalls." Hannah bristled at being called potty pants and suddenly realized how ridiculous this whole thing was. She was a grown woman and was somehow allowing a girl hardly in her teens to change her diapers, lead her around, and dress her. She didn't need to listen to the dumb bully, and glared at the smaller person to show it. Enough of this crap. "No you won't. Besides, I can take those overalls back anytime I want 'cause I'm bigger than you. And I don't think Fried would listen to you anyways. He knows I'm a big girl- he's gonna let me wear pull-ups." Sabrina seemed unaffected. "Not after I tell him about your accident. Plus I got Dino on my side. He probably wouldn't tell Daddy but he won't lie if he's asked about it." Hannah faltered a little, surprised that her counter attack was so easily cast aside, "B-but that wasn't even my fault! I just woke up wet, and then Percy scared me! I don't really need diapers!" Sabrina rolled her eyes, "Well I think you do! And Daddy will too if I tell him about it. So quit bein' a baby and let me dress you in these clothes. If you do, I won't tell him about anything." Hannah frowned mightily, scowling at Sabrina as she mulled the options over in her head. If she let the little tyrant dress her up in these clothes she'd be humiliated until she saw Fried and could ask to be changed. On the other hand, if Fried found out she'd leaked, he'd probably be more inclined to keep her in diapers, and that was really embarrassing, too. Not to mention it'd probably last longer. Besides, she realized, glancing downward, it couldn't get any worse than her diaper being completely uncovered. So, naturally, Hannah swallowed her pride and conceded. "Fine. I'll wear your dumb clothes. But you have to promise not to tell Fried about my accident." Sabrina grinned widely, "Oh yeah! You bet, I promise! Now stay still and let Mommy get you dressed." Hannah whined and fussed but regardless Sabrina had her new outfit on in just a couple minutes. When she was finished the younger girl slapped her hands together, obviously pleased with herself, and beamed at Hannah's new look. She bopped the older girl's nose and ushered her towards an old, lonely looking mirror, waiting for the inevitable reaction. Hannah gasped as she watched her body toddle into view. Her eyes shot all over the girly, childish clothes that were stretched around her skin. Surprisingly everything seemed to fit alright, but that wasn't Hannah's main concern. The flimsy tutu was a sorry excuse for clothing. It was large enough to nearly cover her padded areas but was such a transparent pink that anyone could clearly see she was diapered anyways. The girlish tights were, true to their word, very tight and hugged the bulging garment close to her privates. They seemed to compress the diaper a little, though, which gave her an easier time of walking, but instead of dampening the crinkle, she realized as she shifted her weight, they somehow amplified it. The tiara was pretty much what you'd expect. A dumb looking crown with dumb fake red jewels and dumb red ribbons streaming off of it. No doubt a little girl would love the thing, but though it was the perfect size for Hannah's head, 'not her style' would be an understatement. Finally, the t-shirt was nauseatingly pink and the glitter nearly burned her eyes out. Across her breasts was a calligraphical scrawl of shininess that took her a moment to process. Her surprise at being able to read again was trumped by embarrassment. Princess Potty Pants. She blinked. "Princess Potty Pants? Wha...?" Sabrina snickered and reached up to pat Hannah's head, "Yup. I hope you like your new outfit as much as I do, baby. You look sooo cute!" Hannah glared at her, "Shut up, I look stupid! And I'm not a dumb baby!" "Well, I think you look really cute. And I'll bet Ulf would think you look hot if-" "Ulf? Who's that?" "Oh, you haven't met him? He's Fried's super dreamy cousin. He used to have a girlfriend who did ballet." "Really?" Hannah tugged at her tutu, staring at the obvious bulge around her groin. Who'd want to be my boyfriend if I look like this? "Yeah. He totally digs girls in tutus. It's too bad you're a baby." "I'm not a baby! If he likes tutus he will think I'm hot!" "Okay, Princess Potty Pants," Sabrina giggled. The young pixie grabbed Hannah's hand and led her back outside before she could protest any further. Not that she wanted to anymore- she was now quite willing to wear the silly clothes, just to prove to the younger girl wrong. She was sure that this "Ulf" would indeed think she was hot. She also, admittedly, wanted to prove to herself that just because she was in pull-ups (diapers being a very temporary substitute) didn't mean she'd lost her femininity, maturity, nor any less her natural aptitude for seduction. Outside was once again very bright. The sun seemed closer to the earth, violent orange-yellow hues encroaching on the sky's usual democratic blueness. Hannah had to wipe a film of dust off her eyelids to see properly. Upon doing so, she saw that Percy had returned and was sitting on his haunches, leaning against a tree. He smiled at them, his prehistoric butler teeth glinting in the bathing light. "Ah, Miss Hannah, Miss Sabrina." He bowed in his precise, curtail spewing fashion and turned to Hannah. "I see you've been properly sorted. Allow me to return you to Master Fried. And please don't dilly-dally, you'll have to return to see him at some point. It's better now than never." Feeling rather impatient and wanting to get away from Sabrina as quickly as possible, Hannah simply nodded and slid herself up the rex's spine. Her mount nodded officially to the younger girl, "Many thanks for helping the dear child. I shall inform Master Fried of what a good girl you've been." "No problem. She's such a cutie, I couldn't say no." Sabrina bobbed her fingers at Hannah in her typical pseudo-wave. Hannah stuck her tongue out in response. As they took off, her brain was suddenly piqued by an intense urge to learn stuff, "Hey, Percy? How come you've got an English accent?" Her mount chuckled, "Ah, I may reside here now, Miss Hannah, but I was born and raised in London. I am quite a cultured dinosaur, if I do say so myself." "Oh... Um, where are we now?" "Now? I'm not quite certain, to be sure." "Oh... Um, what's it like being a dinosaur?" "It's ah- quite nice, really, though a bit lonely at times." "Oh... Um, do you think I'm hot?" A pause. "Hot? Do you need some water, Miss Hannah?" "Nooooo, I mean... Do you think I'm hot?" The dinosaur slowed his pace, rolling his eyes up to look at his diapered hat, "I must admit I'm not entirely sure what you mean, Miss Hannah." "Geeze Louise, I mean do you think I'm good looking!" A pause. "Oh." A pause, followed by a Hannah-bouncing shrug. "I, ah, suppose so. It's quite difficult for one to judge the attractiveness of a member of a completely separate species, but I certainly have no qualms looking at you, if that's what you're asking." "Oh. Um, okay. Thanks, I guess." "Certainly." Percy returned to his original speed and kept babbling, "Of course, I'd sooner call you 'darling.' I quite like your new garb, by the way. It's rather festive." She nodded shortly, "Yeah, I'll bet Ulf will notice it, too." "Oh, you've met Master Ulf, have you?" "Nope, but Sabrina said he likes girls in tutus." "Oh." Percy cleared his throat. "Quite right." He trotted on slowly towards the main building, careful not to pass by any low-hanging branches in case Hannah wasn't paying attention. They were both quiet for a little while before the t-rex smacked his lips and resumed his pontifications. "I recall a mate I once had. Pterodactyl. She was always taking off for one reason or another. Jove, was she a bit of a dish, though! Certainly 'hot' as you might say, Miss Hannah. One top notch ol' gel." Hannah settled down as he spoke, comfortable but excited, like a toddler at story time. Percy sighed and looked to the sky, "Haven't seen her in years, though. Haven't seen any dinosaurs recently. I must admit, it gets quite lonesome for we prehistorics in this modern world. Everything moves so quickly, and without the same freedom. Ah, Miss Hannah, I miss the good ol' days. Sometimes wish I was still in the egg." Hannah felt a warmth grow around her legs and gasped, looking down at her new outfit apprehensively. It wasn't a leak this time, though- Percy had just started blushing. He shook his head in bewilderment. "What an odd thing for me to say. I sincerely apologize." "Huh? N-no, it's okay. I feel like that too, sometimes." She felt the warmth shift up into her own face and stuttered on, "I-I mean... I dunno. I had to grow up when I was really little 'cause my dad left. I kinda want another chance at being a kid, you know?" Percy had slowed his pace, holding his stubby arms in front of him so he could direct his eyes' full attention to Hannah. "Yes, Miss Hannah. I know." And with that he returned to the path, soon reaching the sunroom, which seemed to be Fried's operative headquarters. Percy set foot on the front step and lowered his head to the ground, allowing Hannah to slide off his scaly neck. She crumpled to the ground in an ungraceful pile and got up, brushing herself off and giggling softly, and hugged the dinosaur's fat leg. "See ya later, Percy." "Toodle-oo." He turned around and stomped off, the ground shaking lightly under the thunder of his footsteps. Hannah stared after him for a moment, smiling blankly, before reluctantly focusing her attention to the task at hand. She had to apologize to Fried. The door to the sunroom was thankfully unlocked, though it took Hannah a minute to figure out how to press the handle down and pull back at the same time. It whined as she swung it open and the giant man's head immediately swiveled in her direction. He was in the same chair as before, but this time had another charge- Gabby- in his arms. Hannah stepped timidly into the room, a bit embarrassed at catching them during feeding time. Gabby's bib was all mucked up with sticky bananas, and while Hannah thought it was pretty cute, she also found it odd that a girl Gabby's age would have that much trouble getting food in her mouth, especially with an adult right there to help. Neither of the other two seemed embarrassed however, though Fried's smile looked a little forced. Gabby's lips were still puckered in anticipation for the next spoonful when she noticed Fried's attention change targets. The little girl looked over curiously and grinned, waving as she saw Hannah. Hannah waved back shyly and waddled over to them, the crinkling of her diaper refocusing her attention on the childish clothes Sabrina had forced upon her. She blushed and sat down on a Fried-sized couch near the other two, trying her best to keep her hands in her lap to cover the padding. "Um... Hi." "Hey there, kiddo." Fried spoke softly as he scooped more fruit into Gabby's slop hole. Hannah scratched her arm and drew a deep breath, "Um... I'm, uh. I'm sorry for running away, okay?" "Okay, sweetie. I know you haven't been around here very long. Change can be a scary thing." "Right... So you're not, like, mad at me or anything?" He chuckled softly, wiping Gabby's face with a napkin, "No, I'm not mad at you." "Oh. Good." "Did you find someone to help you change, or do you still need a fresh diaper?" Hannah felt her face turning red again, "I-I got a fresh diaper. I was gonna change myself but I couldn't find any pull-ups, and Sabrina put me in another stupid diaper." Fried nodded solemnly, as if what Hannah said was the wisest thing he'd ever heard. "Ah, of course. And who got you those pretty new clothes?" She looked down at herself and tugged at her tights, "Sabrina." Gabby slurped up the last bananas and Fried patted her back. "What was wrong with your overalls, Schatzi?" "Uh.. Sh-she thought I'd look prettier in this. Do you think she's right?" "Sure, you'd look pretty in anything, princess." "...So um, can you change me into a pull-up or what?" He chuckled, "I think you should wear that for now. Little girls who refuse to be changed don't quite deserve pull-ups, do they? Especially if they end up leaking on their clothes." He winked. Hannah gasped, a strawberry blush smearing her cheeks. She tried to hide her face by looking at her feet, which were kicking awkwardly against the couch's soft face. Somehow, despite the deal she'd made with Sabrina, Fried had still figured out that she'd leaked. Or maybe he's bluffing... "I-I didn't leak.." "It's not nice to lie, Hannah. But it's bedtime, you'd need to get changed into a diaper soon anyway." "Huh? How come?" "Because you wet the bed, silly girl!" "N-no I don't! That's only when I have those drugs!" Fried smiled, "Ah, so they did have the desired effect. Excellent." Hannah blushed further, embarrassed at having given that secret away so carelessly. But then what Fried said registered and her face scrunched up, confused and suspicious, "..Wait. You mean you gave me that stuff so that I'd pee myself?" "No, no, no, you misunderstand. I have no control over what side effects the user will experience. The drug simply encourages people to find themselves and their happiness. In many cases it doesn't even work, though it seems to have done well for you and your friends." "Oh." Hannah hadn't thought much about the drug since waking up in this foreign place, but as the memory of it came back she felt the familiar emptiness that came with withdrawal. What Fried said didn't make much sense, though. What does peeing the bed have to do with finding myself? She worried at her tutu and frowned at him, her eyebrows tinged with suspicion. The tall man still contained Gabby within his lap, though the girl didn't seem bothered by it. She was bouncing softly, the long, spidery legs beneath her lifting and falling for her amusement. He wouldn't give her any drugs, would he? She's just a little kid... Hannah was suddenly ashamed for talking about such things in front of someone like Gabby, though it seemed the girl's attention was completely invested in the simple pleasure of up-down motion. Regardless, Hannah's shame doubled when she felt the words spill uncontrollably from her mouth, "So uh, do you have any more?"

This is a story I've been posting on another forum. Figured I'd put it here, too. Currently 3 chapters are done, but I'm going to spread them out a little to avoid an epicly daunting wall of text. There's not much diaper content until the 3rd chapter. Oh, and be warned that there's mature language and drug use. Otherwise, hope you enjoy! -------------- The Evergreen Collapse Hannah watched the window of Mother's car fill up with her breath. The tears hesitating at the tips of her eyelids had frozen and were now crystalline webs, entangled in her mascara-laden lashes. Her forehead had been weighing heavily against the glass for an hour, and was numb. The warm glow of winter snow did little to melt her funk. She lifted the car door's handle and everything fell a bit further away, muted by her whirling, wind-chilled hair. Her jaw jutted out as her heavy boots clunked, lazy and uninspired, up the old edifice's marble staircase. A pair of gargoyle sentries watched her with stoned-over eyes, their teeth bared in hostile warning. Heedless, she carried on into the dilapidated apartment building, eager to find her next fix. A cold corner of her mind recalled when life had been more than roaming slums in search of temporary happiness- when it was full of wonder and exploration. She had been such a happy child, telling stories and singing breathlessly, giving out hugs and kisses like hot potatoes. Now every time the sun went down she was crying while counting sheep, feeling a wrenching pain in her heart that she couldn't explain. Life had lost its sparkle. She'd grown up. Her hand made contact with the hard oaken handle and she pulled her arm back, tearing the door from its resting place. The ancient wood moaned as it swung through dimensions, revealing a black hole of ossified linoleum that beckoned to her, sucking her in. She was, in most ways, very comfortable with her adulthood and maturity. She took pride in being her own individual, making her own decisions, and looking after herself. She felt free- ideologically, spiritually, sexually- and was proud of her womanhood. But she knew that hidden deep inside of her, whether she was willing to admit it or not, was a sad little girl who missed her imaginary friends, her stuffed animals, her innocence, and- above all- her father. What had happened to her infectious excitability? Her dreams and aspirations? What did she have to look forward to? Before, the possibilities had been endless, but now Hannah knew better: Life was a job, a house, a husband, a kid. She ran her fingers over the inside wall's jagged stone, feeling it bite at her calloused fingerprints, trying to nibble her identity away. All her fondest memories were from long ago, before puberty and its tidal wave of boys. After the hormone slap of adolescence, sex took precedence- and with it all those impulses and foolish firsts. Her focus went from freely loving the world to turning on herself, constantly questioning: Am I pretty enough? Am I good enough? Do I deserve to be loved? And for years before that things hadn't exactly been peachy keen, either. She'd been given the responsibilities of a grown-up at a very young age, and now that she really was one, there was no hope of being a kid again.. but still a thin sliver of her recalled those happy days before her father left. It was ages ago, and the memory of her innocence seemed more fleeting with each passing year- but she always tried to be optimistic, if not for her own sake then for the benefit of her family. Until recently, anyways. Her weighted feet thunk-thunked down the indoor stairway, emitting sick, protesting groans from the dying foundation. There was no other option, really. From birth she was always the anchor, the deep sea glue that held them all together. Her mother was a complete passive aggressivist and her father, though he was loving and free-spirited, was often away for his troglodytic job. He was a complete genius in all definitions of the word, and often the stresses of such intelligence led him to depreciate his small-brained wife. But he was the heart and soul of their family, and after his sudden departure there was a void nothing could fill. He'd abandoned them when Hannah was very young, maybe five or six years old. They had gone to the fair, just the two of them, leaving Brother and Mother at home. Mother was pregnant at the time with Sister. Thunk-thunk. Their two figures wandered through a maze of fantastically coloured buildings, men on stilts, tigers and elephants, both with youthful exuberance apparent on their faces, father and daughter alike. Everything was smiles and eyes wrinkled with laughter; the two of them had gotten along famously. They went skipping and giggling into the house of mirrors, her small, delicate hand tugging his, leading him inside. It was desolate except for the large multitude of themselves. They laughed together and made faces at their own and each other's reflections, chuckling at what silly shapes a warped mirror could make of one's body. As their humour died down, his good nature seemed to falter and he smiled weakly at her, pulling her onto his knee. "I have to tell you something, kiddo." Thunk. She looked up at him with an air of baited expectancy, her puerile conviction expecting a silly joke. His eyes looked back at hers almost challengingly and seemed to fade into a duller colour. As he spoke her eyebrows slanted into a frown and her lips began to tremble, even as a child feeling the weight of his words. "I, um..." He cleared his throat. "Daddy's got to go away for a while, Hannah. I've done some things I don't expect you could understand, and I have to deal with the consequences. I... can't tell you what's wrong with me, or where I'm going. It would just put you in danger. I just want you to know that I love you and always will, and I'll still be in your heart if I can't be by your side." Thunk. He tapped her chest gently for emphasis, but she didn't even feel it. Her heart had turned numb and all she could think about were those words echoing in her head. She didn't understand exactly what was happening, but she knew that something was terribly wrong, and that her daddy was going to leave her. "..Daddy?" He kissed her forehead and stood up, silent, solemn tears streaking his cheeks. "There's a nice man outside who will take you home to Mommy. I love you very much, Hannah. Please remember that." Thunk­. And he left, his smell of coffee and cologne lingering, painting itself around the room, mocking the lonely little girl with tears in her eyes. She stood there dazed for a few minutes, red-eyed and gnawing on the cuff of her bright pink sweater. After a while she wandered back out into the thoroughfare, now obscured by a pattering rain, where a man was indeed waiting for her. He was very tall, and without stilts, but that didn't seem so unlikely considering where they were. His smile was glum and he held her as she cried. After a while the man took her home to Mother, who'd crumpled her own tears into the wastebasket, and for a while afterwards their family was closer. As time passed, though, the memory of her father faded, along with the hope that he'd ever return, and with that the only common ground they all had. Hannah found herself looking after her siblings more than Mother did, though Mother was always working so there would be enough food on the table. The formerly young, girlishly happy Hannah had known that day, as Mother helped her into dry clothes, that she couldn't be a kid anymore. She had to grow up. The dim hallway light flickered as she passed by. Her ski-pant legs brushed each other, the only sound apart from the tungsten filament's metallic buzz. Thirteen years later her dreams were always particularly vivid- colours and shapes and plot twists that would glue anyone to their seat. She'd been shot in a nightmare once and woke up, too shocked to scream from the pain. Always waking up paralyzed. Always eyes bulging frantically, bouncing around, terrified that someone would see her so weak and afraid. So helpless. She had no doubt that there was something wrong with her, but had no one to talk to or turn to in confession of pain. They would laugh, brush it off, tell her "It's all in your head." She'd been to brain doctors and it always went the same. She would sit on a couch and talk about her problems, they would tut sympathetically, get her to ask herself questions and tell herself things that were supposed to give her a cheerier general disposition. And then they would prescribe her drugs. And they would never change anything, except for a few months later leaving her feeling a bit more empty, a bit more obsessive, a bit more insane. She'd been particularly paranoid recently, feeling as though someone was watching her closely, following her during her zombie jaunts around town. While she slept she always felt a warm breath fogging up around her neck, heard voices and saw shadows pressing their bodies against the walls. When the paralysis passed nothing was ever there. Hannah gazed at the number tacked to the door's forehead. She extracted the masticated paper from her pocket and it boastfully confirmed: "14." Somewhere in Hannah's subconscious mind, she knew that losing her sense of control and responsibility was her best shot for a second chance at life, so she would put herself in situations that were potentially disastrous, do things that brought her to within an inch of death. Since that notion she'd felt like a completely different person. Not even a person, really, more of an empty shell- something that talked and walked and gave an impression of life without actually living. It was after that that she started to do things she would never have done before. She tried base-jumping, she tried mountain climbing, she smoked meth and drove her mom's shiny black car faster than it should ever go... Just hoping something would change. That she'd fall, she'd overdose, she'd forget to brake and hit a train. For better or worse, she wanted things to be different. Nothing seemed to work, so she kept digging further, clawing desperately into herself, trying to find what was missing and why it wasn't there. But all that did was make the hole bigger. The people around Hannah had begun to catch on to her transformation, and slowly started to abandon her. Her boyfriend left her a couple months shy of their fourth year together, Mother grew exponentially more distant, Brother had grown up and moved away, and Sister, at twelve years old, was in a detention center for selling drugs. Knock-knock. So it was with little apprehension and very low expectations that Hannah dragged her weighty boots along to meet Sigmund "Fried" Eichmann- a skinny, white, low-level German drug dealer. Fried's grandparents had changed their name to Smith when they immigrated to Canada, due to all the intolerance towards their kind. Everyone figured they were Nazis just like the thinly mustachioed man thousands of miles away, so they moved further inland and changed their name to Smith. His parents, however, embraced their German heritage and changed the name back. As for Fried's nickname, it was either due to smoking way too much marijuana or being regularly assaulted by a group of Jewish boys with oven-heated knives. Either way, he wasn't the first drug dealer she'd ever come to, and looking around his filthy, cockroach infested basement-level apartment, she wondered why Lady always recommended these dirty shmucks. A year ago this would not have been what she'd have expected. All she'd ever seen on TV were rich guys with enormous houses and generously proportioned women flanking them from all angles. In real life they met in back alleys, had pustules all over their faces and only got laid by force. "Honest type," Lady had said. The words echoed in her head, sprinkled with laughter and parody. Fried stood by the open door, hunching stupidly, with his hand extended towards the inside of his sty. A weaselly, sick smile was pasted over his thin white lips. "Welcome, welcome, welcome. Please come in, Lady said you would be arriving shortly." There was a pause as she stood unmoving, not quite willing to look at him. His smile flickered and he gesticulated a bit, encouraging her entry. "I am Fried," he said. She licked her lips, finally allowed her eyes to venture to his, shrugged, and walked in. He closed the door firmly behind her. Inside, she noticed how tall the ceiling was, and looking at Fried it made sense. The man was over seven feet tall. He smiled at her. "Well. This must be Hannah." She nodded and his lips curled further into his cheeks. "Please, take a seat." A long, gangly arm luxuriated through the room, offering a variety of choice cushions set on the floor. She glanced at him nervously and sat on the one nearest to the door. He smiled indulgently. Whether it was to himself or her, she wasn't sure. "Ahhh, have I got some special business for you, Schatzi! Lady said that you've been through some somewhat unfortunate times, yes? Struggling with yourself and your place in the world?" He folded his hands together, tutting sympathetically. She nodded again, prompting a rather inappropriately upbeat clap from the towering man. He pointed his fingers at her like guns. "Well then, Schatzi, have I got the perfect stuff for you!" He reached a spidery arm towards a small bag stuffed full of dark brown powder. "What is it, you ask?" He plopped down on a rotting loveseat. "To be truthful, Schatzi, I know not myself! My uncle Ernst brought it here direct from his gallivantations in Angola. He says you will have revelations akin to Joseph Smith and Muhammad themselves! And this resplendent bag can be yours for a meager one hundred dollars!" He waved it in the air enticingly, grinning. "A special deal for this lovely first time customer." She looked at the bag and he tossed it to her. "Go on," he said, "Smell it." She slipped the zip lengthways and drew the bag up to her nostrils, flaring them and taking a deep, experimental sniff. A pleasing wave of calm washed through her for a moment and she closed her eyes. Ancient memories filtered into her mind, popping up and down like timid flotsam. "Mm," she said. "Smells like dad's morning latte." Fried nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, it is indeed a very natural drug. Comes from the depths of mother earth's bosom itself, and as such returns us- in a manner of speaking- to our own mother's bosoms." He tilted his head forward sagely. "Very rare stuff. Very rare." She looked up at him and reached into her pocket, dragging out a few ragged twenty dollar bills and tossing them onto his lap. "Okay. I'll take it." He smiled warmly at her and said, "Oh, excellent," and proceeded to pick at his nose awkwardly as she turned to leave, "So, uh-" "Yeah," She interjected. "I really gotta go. Uh. Nice to meet you, I guess." He nodded again and retracted his finger from its burrow, "Of course. I hope to see you again soon." She nodded, opened the door, moved a couple feet, closed the door, and skulked off. She certainly didn't intend to be rude- or maybe she did- but hanging around with drug dealers was never really her cup of tea. Apart from Dennis most of them seemed kind of creepy- always a bit too interested. In any business of course there's a buyer/seller relationship, but it just seemed weird to her, small talking with guys who have massive sacks of jail time stinking up their apartments. She walked home, leaving Mother's car to stew. Conveniently, Fried only lived about a dozen blocks away, and those were mostly lost through a branch of the local park, which was rather pretty during winter's dying breaths. Hannah liked nature, and was sort of a half-assed peace and love neo-hippy. When she wasn't too tired to give a fuck she'd recycle, and either sewed her clothes herself or bought them from second hand stores. She also refused to touch bottled water. Most of her friends happened to be of a like mind, except less halfway about it. She, Dennis and Lady had once spent a week out in the woods roughing it. Dennis claimed he could hunt. By the end of the week Hannah had lost ten pounds and had to be hospitalized for dehydration. -------------- Hannah lived in typical Yuppie loft, although she wasn't exactly a Yuppie herself. She didn't even have a real job. Her grandparents were wealthy, stubborn, self-important snobs, and no granddaughter of theirs, no matter how interrupted, would be seen living in anything less than A Few Hundred Square Feet stuffed with Ikea Furniture, Ambient Lighting and A View Of The CityScape. She would often press up against the windows, watching the ants crawl around below, and hope that for just one moment the glass would disappear and she wouldn't have to make any more decisions. She had a very simplistic, yet very precise idea of what interior decorating should be. There was a small glass table in the middle of the living room, directly beneath a lonely high-hanging light that spread its favour everywhere except the darkest reaches of the room. Upon the table sat a leaf-and-berry shaped glass tray with a selection of colourful jellybeans sitting patiently inside. There was a brown leather couch and a brown leather foot stool, and some in-wall depressions that held pottery she'd cast as a girl. Her bedroom had simple eggshell carpet and her bed was large and kingly with green sheets and white covers. The lighting there was more diverse, with a bedside lamp and a three-pronged bare-bulbed fixture impaled through the ceiling. She had a black dresser with three pairs of drawers, and a closet with a variety of limp outfits clinging to their plastic triangles. Her kitchen stood on black checkered tile and, rather than a proper wall, was separated from the living room simply by an indoor section of glass. She had no computer, television, or radio, and never kept up with the news. Everything was kept impeccably clean as she scrubbed, vacuumed, and swept for a couple hours every morning before heading out on her daily crusades of nihilism. Her front and only door was black and stood framed by blindingly white walls, and when she opened it she would jingle the keys to alert Winston and Theodore that she was home, though she never locked the door. Today was no different, and since it was late at night when she arrived and she never left anything on inside, a flood of yellow light spilled through the doorway as it hinged inward. Theodore, of course, peeked out at her immediately as she set her bags down and flipped the hallway switch. He patted softly along the carpet next to the wall and curled himself around her legs in greeting, poking around the motionless bags for any potential entertainment. Leaving her shoes and coat by the door, she went farther inside, turning on the lights and sliding down their dimmers. She slipped into the kitchen, swiped a saran-wrapped ham sandwich from the fridge, undressed it, and sank her naked teeth into it. Winston appeared at this moment, caution trumped by hunger, and she obligingly poured him a wet meal of cat food. It hung to the can desperately before falling into the bowl with a sick plop, staying in its cylindrical shape at its peak. Breathing in and out calmly through her nose and still chewing on her sandwich, Hannah trotted into her living room, sat on her brown leather couch, and reached inside her pocket for the bag Fried had given her. She squeezed and weighed it in her hands, mulling over what the German had said to her. "Angola." "A very natural drug." Looked pretty natural to her, maybe like crushed up coffee beans, and it smelled like heaven. Even that small whiff had given her a slight euphoria. She put it off to the side, stood up, and walked over to her window- the city in miniature form, splayed out in front of her like roadkill. Blinking, Hannah briefly considered what she was doing to herself. She was sad and confused and felt so alone. She didn't care what happened to her- in fact she wanted something bad to happen, so any chance to try something dangerous was very welcome indeed. Hannah had accepted this part of herself. So she went back to the bag and opened it, pouring a small amount onto her glass table and cutting it into two thin lines. She then reached into the back pocket of her ski-pants and took out a five dollar bill, rolled it up and snorted the brown powder with a perfunctory sniff. Normally when she snorted something the effect was immediate, but this time it took a couple minutes. She blinked and coughed and rubbed her nose, cursing herself for thinking the stuff wasn't bunk, when it suddenly hit her so fast and so hard she fell down flat on her ass. An almost incomprehensible feeling of calmness and purity surged in slow motion throughout her body. Her head felt like it was made of soft downy pillows and her whole body felt pleasantly inflated. She laid herself slowly down on the ground- an effort that seemed to take a number of hours- and remained there, glued to bliss and ecstasy. The walls and floor turned padded and even her throat felt coated with a soothing cotton glaze. She began to hallucinate, only a little at first, but progressively more intensely. She watched a looming shadow roam around her apartment, pacing back and forth with its hands fretting behind its back, its feet riddling her white carpet with dirt. That didn't bother her. Then it approached her and hugged her tightly, somehow cool and warm at the same time, squeezing blue lemon drops out of her eyes. Her heart was beating horribly slowly and felt bloated to four times its normal size. There was that familiar wrenching chest pain, but instead of experiencing it she was merely aware of it. She heard a soft, girlish voice singing a lullaby in her ear. "The sun's fading out of sight, Baby dear, Baby dear; But I'll be close by all night, So do not fear. Within your little room, Shadows creep, The shadows creep, But love watches over thee, Love watches over thee. Sleep! Do not fear; Sleep, Baby dear!" She grinned stupidly and looked around, but only saw a flicker of darkness in the corner of her whites, so she closed the pale film over her eyes and rolled around for a while. She muttered words just to see how they'd sound, her teeth tickling her tongue, her head nodding independantly. She spoke nonsense, like a baby trying to work out the most basic level of language. "Mooommmmmeee. Daaaaaddeeee. Baaabaaa." The noises were clear and crisp as July's warmest sunrise. She finally felt able to stand, and after more aimless tumbling about, managed to convince herself that the effort was worth it, and her feet were blankets and the floor was a hot tub, soaking into her skin. She wondered what food would taste like, so she took a jellybean from the tray on her glassy, sugar coated table and popped it into her mouth. It tasted so good she almost passed out. She turned her brown stereo on and skipped stones to track fourteen. It was a song about a man's dead mother. She settled herself down into the warm, watery carpet and stared at her ceiling, at the dim light, letting it nestle into her eyes and stain her vision black. An image faded into her sight, a silhouette with pigtails and a bulging thickness around its waist. She smiled at it and blew a bubble between her lips, babbling happily. She pulled at her own hair, mimicking the shadow's youthful sense of chic. From the floor, she stared out at the city's tallest constructs through the window, and watched all the lights go out as the guitars beautifully, mercilessly made "But for the grace of..." love.

Huh, I'm surprised no one has brought up our lifestyle in this thread. Obviously idk how closely related drugs are to abdl for the rest of you, but they certainly are for me. Pretty much every time I trip I end up regressing. I've learned a lot about my little side while high, especially on LSD or mushrooms. Probably had the best hour of my life just swinging in the park the other week. Felt totally childish, innocent and content.. My friends call me "the kid" because of how I act when my ego's repressed. And I that's very close to what I'm looking for as an infantilist.. Forgetting the pressures of life, the inevitability of death, the sadnesses that awareness brings.. I'm usually a pretty uptight person, but drugs can help me let go and forget about.. pretty much everything. But I wouldn't suggest taking anything unless you really have a mind to. Drugs can open your way of thinking, but they can also turn you into a raving moron- I spent a number of months totally zonked out from E. Not fun. >.>

Very well done. I love it so far, you write beautifully and with such a smooth flow. Keep it up, you have a wonderful story in the making!

Great start! I love the concept, it's very original. Props to you for mixing diapers and vampires and actually pulling it off.

I grew up more with Voyager, but I recall seeing a few really great TNG episodes. "I, Borg" sticks out as my favourite. It's the one where they take a young Borg on board with the intention of using him against his hive, as though he's simply a drone with no sentience.. However, this is no normal Borg- he is unsure of the collective's ideas and morals, and becomes close friends with the crew, in particular Geordi, who names him "Hugh." Eventually Picard is convinced of Hugh's startling humanity, especially when Hugh says "I will not assist you," referring to himself in the first person. It was years ago that I saw the episode, but I remember feeling quite moved by the actor's performance, and the message behind it all. Other than that, watching Q's antics was always fun