LilKevin

So I finished. I really enjoyed it. You mention Addison being a polarizing character. I honestly see it in both Ivy and Addy. With Addy you hit on the idea that she had been affected by Stacy’s nanites. I like the idea that Addison imprinted on Cam. It makes her character much more believable and likable. She clearly has an internal conflict that she struggles with and was only really cured by her becoming a mother. Perhaps it is a testament to the fact that Bigs are in some ways as incapable of denying these instincts as Littles are of growing taller. Thank you for your writing.

Just finished chapter 35. I have read this before, so I remember where things are headed but, I feel that Cameron didn’t show enough rage here. Or at least he could have made a real pull out all the stops attempt to get Addy to change her mind. In my mind Addison had an opportunity to bring Cameron to Kendra and Brian and had not been forced to really exhaust all of her options before coming to this point. The line I feel is missing is, “Addison, if you do this to me, I will never forgive you. I will never be your loving daughter. You may mess up my mind or brainwash me to behave like the perfect little girl you are looking for for, but know that I, the man you say you once loved, will spend my last conscious moments hating you. If you ever loved me. Don’t do this.” Knowing where things go from here, maybe this would have been a step too far to get to your final end point, but I would have liked to see Cameron really go for the throat and Addison really have to double down to d she felt this was truly her only best option.

Still really enjoying the read. I is easy to forget that Kelly had to have someone helping her. Someone with resources. The Littlego+ developer probably has a keen interest in getting their hands on more of those Nanites. Question: What is the population breakdown look like? I’m sure it will vary from state to state but in general. How many bigs, vs mids, vs littles. And then how many free littles to adopted ones. My only other thought was, with big birth rates so low, has anyone adopted a “handmaids tale” like system? You have got the writing bug going in me again. Particularly in Carly’s time and level of technology. I think I have enough to go on. (Just got to hope you don’t come up with my ideals before I get a chance to write them)

I like your take on Lilly. You really do this shade of gray well. On the one hand, she is treating Littles like babies. She is a cog in the wheel of Amazon society. But on the other she is a genuinely good person. It is your ability to take a character and then show them through the lens of the diaper dimension that really sets you apart from other writers. looking forward to reading more.

I had actually read those before. But I am re-reading them now. So you should get at least a few more comments out of me.

I’m not sure why I had not read the entire exchanged series until now. I really enjoy your writing and world building. I have written in this world but just a short story not able to weave the kind of narrative you do. This one hit me in the feels. The separation of Amanda and Stacy, just seems heartbreaking. To form the bond they did and to never see her again, never have that Mommy/baby connection. Yeah that would just be brutal. it also makes me realize the importance of Bella as a character. Amanda will need that to help deal with the absence of Stacy. In fact, in my mind I can see a conversation between Stacy and Bella. How it was up to Bella now to take care of Amanda, it is one of the few aspects of the epilogue I think is missing. Ultimately, I have to admit, I wanted more but I get it. I cannot seem to write a story that spans more than a few hours and yours go for months. I am getting that “more” from “Lights, camera... what?” And honestly my only fear is that it too will come to an end and leave me wanting more. Thank you for all your hard work. It is appreciated.

Part 5: You are carried back to the main room. There is an Amazon couple there. You're carried back to the main room, where a pair of Amazons are sitting on the sofa. "Look who I have here," the Nanny says, showing you off to the women. "Aren't they just the cutest thing?" > You giggle as you feel Nanny tickle you. You giggle, the effects of the breastmilk and the orgasm finally wearing off. "They're adorable," one of the women says, reaching out to touch you. "A real natural, aren't they?" > You are still a little out of it as you are handed to to woman. You're handed over to the woman, and she cradles you in her arms. "So precious," she coos, rocking you back and forth. > You look up as the man sitting next to her leans over for a better look at you. You look up at the man, and he smiles down at you. "A real baby," he says, reaching out and touching your face. "Aren't they just gorgeous?" > You are tryin to focus your mind again but the woman bouncing you in her arms keeps interrupting your concentration. "They really are," the woman holding you agrees. "I just want to eat them up." > You go to speak but Nanny slips a pacifier into your mouth. "Mmff," you protest, trying to push the pacifier out of your mouth. "Shhh," the Nanny says, pushing the pacifier back in. "You don't want to say something naughty, do you?" > You watch as she pushes a button on the pacifier. you go to spit it out again but this time the bulb inflates preventing you from spitting it out. "That's better," the Nanny coos, smiling at you. "Now, you just relax, and let these nice people take care of you." > You suck on the pacifier and the bulb shrinks down again. you listen as Ms Green walks over to engage rhe couple. "So," the Nanny says, turning her attention to the Amazons. "What do you think? Would you like to adopt this little one?" > You your eyes go wide. you try to say “adopt?”. You feel the bulb inflate, preventing you from saying anything. You look at the Amazon, a pleading look in your eyes. "Oh, they are absolutely precious," the Amazon woman says, cradling you in her arms. "We'd love to take them." > You listen as the man asks about your training. "Have they been properly trained yet?" the man asks. "Not yet," the Nanny replies. "We just got them yesterday. But they're a natural, aren't they?" The woman smiles and nods. > You listen to them talk about you like you are not even there. Ms. Green extols the virtues of getting a Little so early in training. "They really are," the Amazon says, bouncing you gently in her arms. "And the younger the better, right?" The Nanny laughs and nods her head. "Absolutely," she says. "That way, they're easier to train." "Well, I think we're definitely interested," the Amazon says. The woman looks at me and asks “Would you like me to be your Mommy?” Knowing I cannot answer. "Oh, I think they like the sound of that," the Nanny says, watching you. "Wouldn't you, sweetie?" The Nanny reaches out and pats your head. > You blush feeling completely helpless. You blush, feeling completely helpless. "Oh, they're so adorable when they blush," the Amazon says, smiling down at you. > You look up at a very please looking Ms Green. "They really are," the Nanny says. "Well, let's go discuss the details in my office." The Amazons look at each other and nod. "All right," the man says, standing up. > You can tell the woman doesn’t want to put you down. You can tell the woman doesn't want to put you down. "I'll bring the paperwork," the Nanny says, walking off. "And I'll keep an eye on this little one." > You squirm as the realization of what is happening to you starts to sink in. You squirm, trying to get out of the Amazon's grasp. But she holds you tight, keeping you close. "Ah ah ah," the Nanny warns, wagging her finger at you. > You feel her bounce you again and it is disorienting. "No, no," the Nanny says. "You need to be a good girl for these nice people." "I think we're going to get along just fine," the Amazon woman says, smiling at you. > You blush again. She is very attractive. You blush, your mind reeling. You can't believe this is happening. You're being sold off like a piece of property. "I think they're a little overwhelmed," the Amazon woman says, looking at you. "Don't worry," the Nanny assures her. "Once they get used to the idea, they'll be a perfect baby." > You give a small struggle at that. You struggle a bit, but the Amazon's grip is firm. "They'll be a perfect baby," the Nanny repeats, nodding her head. "And we'll make sure to keep the sale price low." > You feel like you should be insulted. You feel like you should be insulted. "Thanks," the Amazon woman says. "We really appreciate it." The Nanny nods, a satisfied smile on her face. "No problem," she says. > You feel your tummy gurgle. Your tummy growls, and the Amazon looks down at you. "I think someone's a little hungry," she says, laughing. "Well, why don't you feed them while we work out the details?" "Of course," the Amazon says, smiling at you. > You look up at her. You look up at the Amazon, a worried look on your face. You don't want her feeding you. "Here," the Nanny says, holding out a bottle. "Let me help." > You watch as the woman rejects the bottle and opens her blouse. The Amazon shakes her head and unbuttons her blouse. "Let's use the real thing," she says, opening her shirt and exposing her breast. "That's a good idea," the Nanny says, watching you. > You squirm but part of you hungers. You squirm, not wanting to drink the milk. But your body betrays you, and you find yourself leaning forward. "There we go," the Amazon coos, bringing her breast to your mouth. > You feel the pacifier removed but you are placed on her breast before you can say a word. You feel the pacifier being removed, and then the Amazon's nipple is in your mouth. "Drink up, sweetie," she says, rubbing your back. > You try to resist the urge to nurse, but you cannot help it. You try to resist the urge, but you can't. The warm, sweet milk flows into your mouth, and you instinctively suck on the nipple. > You feel the craving return and you suckle greedily. The taste is intoxicating, and you feel the craving returning. You drink deeply, the warm milk filling your stomach. > You your arousal returns as you nurse your eyes look up into the pretty face of the woman. The Amazon looks down at you, a contented smile on her face. "Such a good baby," she says, stroking your hair. > You her touch feels heavenly as all your senses agin become attuned to nothing but pleasure. Her touch feels heavenly, and you lean into it, seeking more. Your body feels warm and tingly, and you can feel the craving building inside you. > You drink more and more your cock stiffens in your diaper and you buck your hips while you drink all that she has to offer. You drink more, the warm milk soothing your throat. You can feel your arousal growing, and you unconsciously begin to buck your hips, seeking friction. "Someone's enjoying themselves," the Nanny comments, watching you. > You the milk haze is upon you again and all you can do is suckle and feel. The Amazon's nipple pops out of your mouth, and you whine in protest. "Don't worry," the Nanny says, reaching out and putting the pacifier back in your mouth. > You whimper in frustration. you want more. You whine, but the Nanny doesn't relent. "That's enough for now," she says, pushing the pacifier further into your mouth. "Let's give Mommy's breasts a break." > You notice she blushes at being called Mommy as she rebuttons her blouse. her. "Thank you," the Amazon says, re-buttoning her blouse. "It was really starting to hurt." "Sorry about that," the Nanny says. "They tend to get a bit excited." > You suck on the pacifier wishing it was a breast. Your mind is fogged again as the women talk about you. "I think we can work with that," the Amazon says, looking at you. "So, let's talk price." The two women launch into a discussion of the terms of the sale, and you find yourself lost in a world of bliss. The taste of the Amazon's milk lingers in your mouth, and the craving for more is still strong. Your cock is rock-hard, straining against the confines of your diaper. You can feel the urge to cum building inside you, and you absentmindedly begin to hump the air. > You blush as Mommy notices your arousal. The Amazon looks down at you and chuckles. "Someone's enjoying themselves," she comments, stroking your hair. "They're going to be a handful, aren't they?" The Nanny laughs and nods her head. "Oh, yes," she says. "A real ball of energy.” “But a couple cummies in her diaper and she is the best behaved little girl.” She winks at the Amazon. "Just wait till you try her out," the Nanny says. "You're going to love it." The Amazon's smile widens, and she looks down at you with a hungry expression. "I can't wait," she says. "Do you mind if I try her out now?" > You blush but want it so bad. "Go right ahead," the Nanny says, nodding her head. > You feel her begin to rub the front of your diaper. "Thank you," the Amazon says, her hand reaching down and rubbing the front of your diaper. "Now, let's see what you've got in here." > You are breathing heavily past the pacifier her hand staying outside your diaper. You squirm in the Amazon's lap, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The touch of her hand is sending jolts of pleasure through your body, and you can feel your cock straining against the confines of your diaper. "Looks like someone's eager," the Nanny comments, watching you. The Amazon's smile widens, and her eyes meet yours. "Are you ready to cum for me?" she asks, her voice a low purr. > You are trying hard to hold back but it all feels so good. You shake your head, but your body betrays you. You can feel the orgasm building inside you, and you can't stop it. You let out a muffled cry as your cock erupts, spilling your seed into your diaper. The Amazon keeps her hand on your crotch, massaging you through your orgasm. > You moan and writhe in her arms. Your eyes are fixated on her face. You moan and writhe, your body shaking with pleasure. Your mind is a haze of bliss, and you can't think straight. "Good girl," the Amazon coos, her hand still massaging your crotch. > You shudder through the aftershocks of your orgasm. "She's a quick one, isn't she?" the Nanny comments, watching you. The Amazon laughs and nods her head. "Definitely," she says. "And already learning the basics." "That's what I like to hear," the Nanny says. You watch the woman's face and feel the shame and embarrassment wash over you. > You have no energy left feeling completely drained and in the grasp of the milk and your orgasm. You feel weak and drained, your limbs heavy and unresponsive. The taste of the milk is still on your tongue, and the craving is still there. But the orgasm has left you feeling exhausted and spent. > You hear the man return. “What happened to her?” He asks with a grin. "We were just giving her a little test drive," the Amazon explains. "And it looks like she passed with flying colors." The Nanny nods her head in agreement. "She's a natural," she says. > You are struggling to stay awake as the woman rocks you. "That's good to hear," the man says. "Then I think we have a deal." The Amazon smiles and nods her head. "Absolutely," she says. "We'll take good care of her." > You feel her stand still holding you. You feel her stand, still holding you. "Come on, sweetie," she coos. "Let's go home." You're barely conscious, but you can still feel the shame and fear coursing through your body. > You look back at the playroom as you are carried out of the building. You look back at the playroom, where your life as a free adult is over. "You're going to love it," the Amazon says, her hand stroking your back. "We're going to be a wonderful family." > You suck on the pacifier. You suck on the pacifier, trying to comfort yourself. But you know there's no escape. You've been sold, and there's nothing you can do about it. "That's it," the Amazon says, her voice soothing. > You are placed into a brand new pink rear facing car seat. The Amazon places you in a pink, rear-facing car seat. > You snuggle into the soft padding. You snuggle into the soft padding, which feels luxurious after the plastic playpen. The seat is secure, and the Amazon buckles you in. "There we go," she coos, stroking your hair. "Safe and sound." She leans in and gives you a kiss on the forehead. > You look up still in bliss. You look up at the Amazon, who smiles down at you. "Don't worry," she says. "You're going to love your new home." > You can do nothing but suck on the pacifier as the car drives off. You can do nothing but suck on the pacifier and gaze up at the Amazon's face. The craving for her milk is still strong, and you can feel the need building inside you. But the car's gentle motion is soothing, and soon you find yourself drifting off to sleep. > You think about your old life as you feel warm urine flow into your diaper and you whimper. You think about your old life, wondering what happened to your old friends and family. As you drift off to sleep, you can't help but feel that the world is a cold, cruel place. And that there's no escaping your fate. You've been adopted. And you're going to be a Mommy's little baby, forever. > You close your eyes as the motion of the car lulls you to sleep in your pee and cum filled diaper. You close your eyes, the gentle motion of the car rocking you to sleep. You have a vague awareness of the Amazon's presence, and the taste of her milk is still on your tongue. But the car's rhythmic movement is comforting, and soon you're asleep. > You dream of, sucking on an amazonian nipple, while your diaper is changed and a warm bottle is given to you. You dream of sucking on an Amazonian nipple, the warm milk flowing down your throat. > You feel a warm contentment come over you. You feel a warm contentment come over you. The dream is soothing, and you feel safe and protected. Your body is relaxed, and your mind is at ease. The car's gentle motion is calming, and you drift deeper and deeper into sleep.

Part 3 "Looks like you're all set, Cathy," the receptionist says, turning her attention to you. "How would you like a nice bottle of milk?" > You don’t want anything from you. "I don't want anything," you say. > You ask "Where am I?" "Where am I?" "This is the Little's Academy," the receptionist says. "Where the most well behaved, sweetest little girls in the world learn to be happy and content." > You shudder. You shudder, not liking the sound of that. "I'm not a girl," you say. "Sure you are," the receptionist says. "A very, very special little girl." She whispers “Sissies are all the rage now.” "No," you insist. "I'm a man." "Nope," the receptionist says. "Now, how about that bottle of milk?" > You are hungry but you don’t trust her. "I'm not hungry," you say. "Sure you are," the receptionist says. "We all know how cranky a little girl can get when she's hungry." "But... "Besides, it's not like you have a choice," the receptionist says. "You're staying with us for a long time." > You feel her pick you up and carry you back. You feel her pick you up and carry you. "Now, let's get you changed and into something more comfortable." "No," you protest, but she doesn't listen. > You ask "What is your name?" "What's your name?" "My name's Ms. Green," the receptionist says. "Welcome to the academy, Cathy." > You look as we step into a what looks like the activity room for a day care center. You look around and see that we're in a large, airy room full of toys and activities. In the middle of the room is a big mat with a circle of small chairs around it. > You say "Please Ms Green. I don’t belong here." "Please," you say. "Don't leave me here." Ms. Green sighs. "Look, Cathy," she says. "There's nothing I can do. You're registered here now." > You say "But you could just let me go. Or call my family." "But you could just let me go," you say. "Or call my family." Ms. Green laughs. "Do you think this is a jail?" she asks. "You can't just leave whenever you want." > You squirm. You squirm, trying to break free, but it's no use. She's too strong. "No," you say. "No, no, no, no." "Yes, yes, yes, yes," Ms. Green says. > You giggle as she tickles you. You can't help but giggle as she tickles you. Ms. Green grins. "See? You're already starting to have fun," she says. "Now, let's get you changed and ready for bed." "No," you protest, but she doesn't listen. "Yes," she says, pulling out a diaper and a nightgown. "And don't even think about trying to get out of it. > You feel a strap placed over your chest as you are laid on a changing table. You feel a strap being placed over your chest as Ms. Green lays you down on the changing table. "There we go," she says, fastening the strap. "Now, let's get these clothes off." "No," you protest, but she doesn't listen. You gasp as she pulls your dress over your head. "There we go," she says, tossing the dress aside. "That's better, isn't it?" "No," you protest, but she doesn't listen. You squirm and kick as she lifts up your legs and slides the diaper under you. "There we go," she says. "A perfect fit." > You feel her start to rub lotion into your diaper area and you stiffen involuntarily. You feel her start to rub lotion into your diaper area and you stiffen involuntarily. "Shh," she says. "Just relax." > You blush at your arousal. You blush, embarrassed by your growing arousal. "Stop," you protest, but she doesn't listen. "Nuh-uh," she says, reaching for the tape on the diaper. > You feel her push your erect penis down trapping in the extra thick diaper. You gasp as she pushes your erect penis down, trapping it in the diaper. "There we go," she says. "Nice and snug." > You whimper. You whimper, trying not to enjoy the sensation. Ms. Green chuckles. "Oh, don't be so dramatic," she says, sliding a nightgown over your head. > You say "But you are trying to turn me into a baby girl." "But you're trying to turn me into a baby," you say. "I'm not a girl." "Of course you are," Ms. Green says. "All Littles are girls." "No," you protest, but she doesn't listen. "Let's not argue," she says. "Time for bed." > You your empty stomach gurgles. Your stomach gurgles, reminding you that you haven't eaten in a while. "I'm not hungry," you lie. "Yes, you are," Ms. Green says. "But that's okay. We'll feed you tomorrow morning." > You are picked up and carried to the next room over. You are picked up and carried to the next room over, where Ms. Green places you in a crib. "Here we are," she says. "Home sweet home." > You look around the room. You look around the room and see a dozen other cribs, each occupied by a sleeping little girl. "I don't want to sleep here," you say. "Too bad," Ms. Green says. > You hear soft nursery music coming from a mobile over one crib. The room smells like a nursery. You hear soft nursery music coming from a mobile overhead, and the whole room smells like a nursery. "But... "Good night, Cathy," Ms. Green says, tucking you in and walking out of the room. > You feel her pull a draw string at the bottom of your nightie revealing it to really be a sleep sack. You feel her pull a drawstring at the bottom of your nightgown, revealing it to really be a sleep sack. "Wait!" you cry out, but it's too late. You watch helplessly as the door closes behind her, leaving you alone in the dark. > You sit up in the crib and try to look around the room. You sit up in the crib and look around the room, trying to get your bearings. > You ask "Hello?" You call out, "Hello?" But there's no answer. > You ask "Is anyone awake?" "Is anyone awake?" "Go to sleep," a voice hisses from the darkness. > You say "But we have to get out of here." "But we have to get out of here," you say. "If we don't, we'll never be adults again." There's a long pause. "No, you won't," the voice replies. > You say "I can hear despair in the voice." You can hear the despair in the voice. "What do you mean?" you ask. "They'll keep us like this forever," the voice says. "Like babies.” “Until we are adopted.” "But why?" you ask. "For the money," the voice says. "The academy has a lucrative adoption business." "What do you mean?" "They sell us to rich people," the voice says. > You say "But they can’t do this to us…" "But they can't do this to us," you say. "It's illegal." "No," the voice says. "This is one of the few places where it's legal." > You realize that was why we were in the car so long. She must have taken you over the border to the next province. You realize that's why we were in the car so long. You're probably not even in your home country anymore. > You feebly try to stand. You feebly try to stand, but the weight of the diaper and the tightness of the sleep sack makes it impossible. "How do we escape?" you ask. "How have any of you escaped?" > You ask "Has…. Has anyone escaped?" "Has... has anyone ever escaped?" "No," the voice says. "Once you're registered, there's no way to leave." > You feel a wave of despair hit you. You feel a wave of despair wash over you. "What can we do?" you ask. "Nothing," the voice says. "We're trapped." "No," you protest. > You hear Ms. Geeens voice over the baby monitor, "Lights out." You hear Ms. Green's voice over the baby monitor. "Lights out." The lights dim. > You watch your mobile come to life above your head. You watch as your mobile comes to life above your head, filling the room with twinkling lights. "I don't want to be a baby," you say. > You try to stay awake, but the combination of the soft music and the dim lighting is making it difficult. You try to stay awake, but the soft music and the dim lighting are making it difficult. Your eyes start to close. > You can only think as you fall asleep, you want to go home. You can only think as you slowly drift off to sleep, the sound of the lullaby echoing in your ears. You want to go home. \--- You're awakened by the sound of someone shaking your crib. > You say "Five more minutes." "Five more minutes," you mutter. "No, no, no, no," the voice says. "Wake up." > You open your eyes. You open your eyes and see Ms. Green standing over you. "Good morning, Cathy," she says. "And how are we feeling today?" > You say "Like I’ve been kidnapped and dressed as a baby girl." "Like I've been kidnapped and dressed as a baby girl," you snap. Ms. Green smiles. "That's because you have," she says. > You frown with how comfortable she is with that. You frown at how comfortable she is with that, but decide not to push the issue. "Where am I?" you ask. "The Little's Academy," Ms. Green says. "One of the premiere facilities in the world for Littles like you." > You say "Like me…." "Like me...?" "Like you," Ms. Green says. "Only instead of a Mommy, you'll have two parents." > You ask "Two parents?" "Two parents?" "That's right," Ms. Green says. "Mommy and Daddy." > You ask "I…. I have already been adopted??" "I.... I've already been adopted?!" Ms. Green shakes her head. "No," she says. "Not yet." > You breathe a sigh of relief. You breathe a sigh of relief. "But soon," she adds. > You see other Amazon women tending to the other Littles. Most of them look to be genuine females with only one other that looks to be male. You see the other Amazons tending to the other Littles, helping them get ready for the day. Most of them look to be genuine female Littles with only one other that looks like a male. You notice that the male Little is wearing a pink nightie and is being fed a bottle by one of the Amazons. You're not sure what to make of that. > You are carried to the dining room and placed in a high chair. Ms. Green carries you to the dining room and places you in a high chair. "Time for breakfast," she says. > You are so hungry. You are so hungry, it hurts. You open your mouth eagerly as the Amazon sets a bowl of oatmeal in front of you. > You look for a spoon. You look for a spoon, but there isn't one. > You see the other Littles are being either spoon fed or eating with thier hands. You see the other Littles eating with their hands or being spoon fed by the Amazons. "Eat," Ms. Green says. You're too hungry to argue. > You dip your fingers into the mush. You dip your fingers into the mush and take a bite. It's surprisingly tasty. > You are making a bit of a mess while you eat. You're making a bit of a mess while you eat, but you don't care. It's been so long since you've had anything to eat, you just can't help yourself. When you finish, you're still hungry. But Ms. Green just takes away the bowl and tells you it's time for class. > You say "But I’m still hungry." "But I'm still hungry," you say. "Good," Ms. Green says. > You say "I am picked up and carried to a glider. Ms, green sits me on her lap before opening her blouse." "I'm not," you protest, but it's too late. You are picked up and carried to the glider. Ms. Green sits you on her lap before opening her blouse and bringing out one of her large breasts. > You can see droplets of milk on her nipples. You can see droplets of milk on her nipple. She guides the nipple into your mouth and you instinctively begin to suck. > You try to struggle but you are instantly hit by the incredible taste. You try to struggle, but the moment the milk hits your tongue, you are overwhelmed by its incredible flavor. It's unlike anything you've ever tasted before and you can't get enough. > You succumb to the craving and nurse on her breast. You give in to the craving and nurse at her breast. Ms. Green's milk fills your mouth, sending waves of pleasure through your body. > You feel yourself get stiff in your diaper. You feel yourself get hard as you suckle, your arousal growing with each swallow. "Good girl," Ms. Green whispers. "Drink all you can." > You can’t bring yourself to stop. You can't bring yourself to stop. Ms. Green's milk is the best thing you've ever tasted and you don't want it to end. > You continue to suckle until there is nothing left. But the craving is still there. You continue to suckle until there's nothing left, but the craving is still there. Ms. Green puts you back into the high chair, buttoning up her blouse. "Come on," she says. > You whimper and let out a burp. You whimper and belch, a mixture of milk and drool leaking from your lips. Ms. Green chuckles and wipes your mouth with a cloth. > You feel almost drunk. More compliant and suggestible. you are also still very aroused in your diaper. You're in a haze, both from the hunger and the effects of the milk. You're still very aroused in your diaper, and can feel a wet spot growing. "Let's go to class," Ms. Green says, picking you up. > You ask "Class?" "Class?" you say, confused. "That's right," Ms. Green says. "You're a student now, and it's time to learn." > You let her carry you to the classroom, still a bit out of it. You let her carry you to the classroom, still a bit out of it. The rest of the day passes in a blur as you try to process everything that's happening. > You found yourself wetting your diaper without thinking about it. You find yourself wetting your diaper without realizing it. It's embarrassing, but Ms. Green just changes you without a second thought, like it's no big deal. > You try to talk to the other Littles to see if there is anyone with much of their adult mind left. You try to talk to the other Littles, but most of them are too far gone. There are a few who seem to be fighting it, but it's a losing battle. At dinner, you are spoon fed mush from the Amazons while the other Littles play around the room. > You keep looking for ways to escape. You keep looking for ways to escape, but there doesn't seem to be any. The windows are locked and the doors are guarded. By the time bedtime rolls around, you're starting to lose hope. > You have still not popped and you are feeling constipated. As you lay in your crib, trying to fall asleep, you can't stop thinking about what's happening. You feel like your whole life is being taken away from you and there's nothing you can do about it. > You are not sleeping and Ms Green comes to your crib. You're not sleeping and Ms. Green comes to your crib. "What's wrong, sweetie?" she asks. > You i…. You have to go to the bathroom. "I have to go to the bathroom," you say, blushing. "Okay," Ms. Green says, picking you up. "Let's get you changed." > You say "No I mean the real bathroom…." "No, I mean the real bathroom," you say. "What?" Ms. Green says. "Don't be silly. You have a diaper." > You ask "But I have to go… you know… number 2?" "But I have to go...you know...number two?" Ms. Green smiles. "You can't use the potty anymore, Cathy," she says. "You're a baby now." > You say "But I can’t just… you know…" "But I can't just...you know..." You can't believe this is happening. "I have to go, Ms. Green," you insist. "Please." "Very well," she says, sighing. "Let's take care of business." She carries you to the changing table and lays you down. > You watch as she puts on rubber gloves and your heart sinks. You watch as she puts on a pair of rubber gloves and your heart sinks. "Please," you say, but Ms. Green just shakes her head. "This is for your own good, Cathy," she says. "Littles who use their diapers are happy and healthy Littles." She opens the tabs on your diaper and lifts it up. > You feel her push your legs back exposing your tight rosebud. You feel her push your legs back, exposing your tight rosebud. "Here we go," she says, bringing the nozzle of a tube down to your rear. > You say "Wait this isn’t what I wanted." "Wait, this isn't what I wanted!" you cry, trying to squirm away. But it's no use. The nozzle slips inside your rectum and Ms. Green starts to squeeze the tube. > You feel a cold ooze go inside you. It numbs your anus as she spreads it about. You feel a cold, slimy liquid oozing into your rectum, numbing your anus. "That should do it," Ms. Green says, removing the nozzle. "Now let's see if you can have a bowel movement." > You feel her tape the diaper back up and you realize you cannot feel your anus the muscles completely numb. You feel her tape the diaper back up and realize you can't feel your anus the muscles are completely numb. "I can't feel anything," you say, worried. "Don't worry," Ms. Green says. > You feel your bowels begin to push and you cannot feel your sphincter to close it. "Oh my God," you say as you feel your bowels start to push. "I can't stop it!" "It's okay," Ms. Green says. "Your body will do what it's supposed to." You try to hold it back, but it's no use. With an embarrassingly loud sound, your bowels release their contents, filling the diaper with warm, smelly mush. > You are flush with embarrassment as you mess yourself. You are so embarrassed, you think you might die. Ms. Green changes you without a word, her face expressionless. > You are carried back to the crib and Ms Green thinks you look “lonely” in the crib. "There," she says, putting you back in the crib. "Don't you feel better now?" You can't believe she just did that to you. You're never going to forgive her. > You see her reach down and bring up a large stuffed toy almost half your height. "And look," she says, reaching down and bringing up a large stuffed toy almost half your height. "Bunny will keep you company." She places the toy in the crib next to you. "Goodnight, Cathy," she says, turning off the lights and closing the door. > You feel so violated and helpless. you hear the sniffles from the other littles in thier cribs. Part 4: You feel so violated and helpless, it's almost more than you can bear. You hear the sniffles of the other Littles in their cribs, and know that you're not alone. > You hold the bunny for comfort. You hug the bunny for comfort, but it doesn't make you feel any better. You're scared and alone and there's nothing you can do about it. You spend a sleepless night in the dark, tears streaming down your cheeks. When morning comes, you feel like you've aged a lifetime. You've been transformed into a baby and now you have to learn how to live your new life. > You refuse to believe that. You refuse to believe that. You're not a baby. You're a grown man and you're not going to give up. > You a new Nanny comes to take you to Breakfast. A new Nanny comes to get you and the other Littles for breakfast. "Come on, babies," she says. "It's time for oatmeal." > You ask "Again?" "Again?" you ask, surprised. "Yes," the Nanny says. "Oatmeal is good for babies." You sigh. > You say "I am placed back in a high chair." You are placed back in a high chair. The Nanny brings you a bowl of oatmeal and sets it in front of you. > You say "I’m not hungry…." "I'm not hungry," you say, even though you are. "Nonsense," the Nanny says. "A Little should always eat her breakfast." She picks up a spoon and holds it out to you. > You turn your head. You turn your head away. "Don't be a naughty girl," the Nanny says, gently turning your head back. "You'll eat every bite." > You yell "No!" "No!" you shout, knocking the bowl of oatmeal over. The Nanny sighs. "Bad girls need to be punished," she says, picking you up. "We'll let Ms. Green decide what to do with you." > You squirm as she carries you off. You squirm in her arms, but she has a firm grip on you. She takes you to a room and places you on a changing table. > You feel the chest strap go into place again. The Nanny places a strap across your chest and tightens it. "Now," she says, pulling your arms out from under you and securing them with more straps. "We'll just change your diaper and you'll be as good as new." > You say "No I don’t want a new diaper. I want to be a man again." "No!" you cry, kicking your legs. "I'm not a baby! I'm a man!" The Nanny shakes her head. "That's the drugs talking," she says. > You ask "Drugs?" "What drugs?" you ask, confused. "The ones we gave you when you first arrived," the Nanny explains, unbuttoning your nightgown. "They help make the transition easier." > You ask "This is easier?" "This is easier?" you ask incredulously. "Yes," the Nanny says. > You say "It would be easier just to let me go." "It would be easier just to let us go," you say, trying to reason with her. "This is crazy." The Nanny shakes her head. "No, this is better," she says, peeling your soaked diaper off. "Trust me." You gasp as she wipes you clean. "It feels so good to be a Little, doesn't it?" > You blush as she works lotion into your privates. You blush as she massages lotion into your privates. "You can't deny it," the Nanny says. "I saw the look on your face when you sucked on Ms. Green's nipple. You enjoyed it." > You flush again getting more and more aroused. "Stop it," you say, embarrassed. "It was just the milk." The Nanny chuckles. "Right," she says, patting your bottom. "That's all it was." > You let out a small moan as she rubs the head of your member. You let out a small moan as she rubs the tip of your penis. "You know what they say about Amazons and Littles, don't you?" "That's not true," you say, trying to sound convincing. The Nanny shakes her head. "Oh, yes, it is," she says, spreading your legs. "It's in their genes. The need to care for Littles. It's a biological imperative." She slides a fresh diaper under you. "And it's our duty to provide them with the Littles they need." > You are breathing heavily. Your focus is on her stroking of your cock. You're breathing heavily, your focus on the way her hand is stroking your cock. "Just like it's your duty to be a good Little," she says, taping the diaper closed. > You are very frustrated your cock aching for release as it is taped into the diaper. You're so frustrated, you think you might scream. "There," the Nanny says, satisfied. "Now, are you going to eat your breakfast or not?" > You say "I just want to go home." You hang your head. "I just want to go home," you say, defeated. "I know," the Nanny says, releasing the restraints. "But this is your home now." She picks you up and carries you to the dining room. "Now, are you going to be a good girl and eat your oatmeal or not?" > You say "I’m not a girl." You glare at the Nanny. "I'm not a girl," you say defiantly. The Nanny sighs. "Well, maybe you just need some extra help." She places you back on the highchair and locks the tray in place. "Let's see if this will change your mind." She picks up a baby bottle and holds it out to you. "Do you want to nurse, sweetie?" > You blush as you remember the milk from yesterday. You blush as you remember the taste of Ms. Green's milk. It was unlike anything you've ever tasted. So sweet and creamy and...perfect. "Nurse, Cathy," the Nanny urges, wiggling the bottle. > You open your mouth. You open your mouth. "There's a good girl," the Nanny says, smiling, as she slides the nipple between your lips. > You suck. You suck on the nipple and immediately taste the rich, creamy milk. "Mmmm," you moan, your eyes closing in ecstasy. "That's it, sweetie," the Nanny says, stroking your hair. > You your feet kick happily in the high chair and your cock grows erect again in your diaper. Your feet kick happily in the highchair and you can feel your cock growing hard again. > You feel the craving hit you again and you drink all that you can. The craving hits you again and you guzzle down as much milk as you can. You can't get enough of it. > You the milk haze dulls your senses . you try to reach down to rub the front of your diaper but you cannot get beneath the tray of the high chair. As you drink, the milk starts to have its effect on you. Your senses start to dull and you can feel a blissful sense of peace and contentment spreading through your body. You try to reach down and rub the front of your diaper, but the tray of the highchair keeps you from doing so. > You whimper. You whine, the need for release growing more and more urgent. "Poor baby," the Nanny coos, caressing your cheek. "You have an urgent need, don't you?" > You nod as you feel the last drops of milk leaving the bottle. You nod as you feel the last drop of milk leave the bottle. "Don't worry," the Nanny says. "It'll pass. But I bet it'll be easier if you let yourself go." She nods at the front of your diaper, where there's a prominent bulge. You can't believe she wants you to pee in your diaper. "Let it go, sweetie," she urges. > You relax your bladder at her suggestion. You try to relax your bladder, but it's difficult. You're so full and the pressure is becoming unbearable. > You are fighting years of potty training and eventually you feel your urine begin to flow. Finally, after a few minutes, you start to relax and feel your urine begin to flow. "That's it," the Nanny encourages, gently rubbing your stomach. "Let it all out." > You sigh as you feel the diaper expanding and press you itself into your sensitive part. You sigh as you feel the diaper expand and press itself into your sensitive parts. "There," the Nanny says, satisfied. "See? Isn't that better?" > You still feel a need to cum. You nod, but you're still feeling an urgent need for release. "Good," the Nanny says, taking the empty bottle away. "Then it's time for breakfast." She brings you a bowl of oatmeal and sets it on the tray in front of you. "Go ahead," she says. > You clumsily eat the oatmeal. The milk haze effecting your coordination. You reach for the spoon, but your coordination is affected by the milk. The Nanny laughs. "You're so cute," she says, picking up the spoon. "Open wide." > You open for her. It is so easy to do what she says. You open your mouth, and the Nanny spoons a mouthful of oatmeal in. "There," she says, scooping up another spoonful. "Let's see how much we can get in there." > You swallow and open again. You swallow and open again. "You really are hungry, aren't you?" > You nod yes in your haze. You nod, your stomach rumbling. "Don't worry," the Nanny says, feeding you another spoonful. "You can have all you want." > You between the oatmeal and the breastmilk you start to feel full. You manage to eat a few more bites before you start to feel full. "Looks like someone's finished," the Nanny says, putting the spoon down. "But I'll bet there's a little room left for dessert." > You look up bleary eyed. You look up bleary-eyed, and the Nanny smiles at you. "Don't worry," she says, standing up. "It'll be worth it." She walks over to a cupboard and opens it. Inside, there's a large, plastic baby bottle filled with a milky substance. "Here we go," she says, grabbing the bottle. "Time for dessert." > You hold the bottle in both hands and plug the nipple into your mouth. You take the bottle from her, your hands trembling with anticipation. "There you go," the Nanny says, encouragingly. "Take your time." > You begin to suck this bottle is filled with, a thick sweet, and creamy milk. The taste is heavenly, and you drink greedily. > You are only half awake as you take in your second serving of breastmilk. As you drink, you can feel the Nanny's fingers working their way under the back of your diaper. "Oh, my," she says, feeling the dampness. "Someone made quite a mess." > You hear her words but can not really process what she is saying. "I think we're going to have to give you a bath," she says, continuing to massage your bottom. "But first, let's see if we can't drain the snake, shall we?" > You giggle. You giggle, even though you have no idea what she means. "What's so funny, sweetie?" "I...I..." You can't remember what you were thinking. > You turn back to finish the bottle. You return your attention to the bottle, sucking down the delicious liquid as quickly as you can. "Mmm, that's a good girl," the Nanny says, reaching lower until she finds the tip of your penis. > You moan past the bottle nipple. You moan around the nipple, the sensations sending waves of pleasure through your body. "That's right," the Nanny encourages, gently tugging on your cock. "Enjoy it." > You your sexual arousal and the milk haze mix leaving you blissfully moaning and sucking on the bottle. Your arousal and the milk haze are working together, turning you into a mindless, sex-crazed machine. You suck harder and harder, trying to get every last drop of the delicious milk. The Nanny's hand is a blur as she strokes your cock, sending you closer and closer to the edge. > You are losing control and you don’t care. All you care about is the sweet milk and the pleasure coming from your diaper. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you feel the release you've been waiting for. Your whole body spasms as the orgasm rips through you. > You start to squirt ropes of sticky cum into your diaper. The Nanny works the cum out of you, the milk and her touch combining to prolong the orgasm. Finally, you collapse in the highchair, the bottle slipping from your mouth. "Good girl," the Nanny coos, pulling the bottle away. > You see some of the other littles were watching you. "Now, let's get you cleaned up." She unstraps the tray and picks you up. > You are making little happy moans as she carries you off. You're barely conscious, the effects of the milk and orgasm still washing over you. The Nanny carries you into the bathroom and sets you on a changing table. "Let's get you out of these wet things," she says, undoing the tapes of your diaper. "Then you can have a nice bath." > You feel her remove your diaper which is now filled with a mixture of pee, poop and cum. You feel her remove your diaper, which is soaked through and covered in a disgusting, smelly mixture of pee, poop, and cum. > You look up at Nanny and she seems so beautiful. Everything is brighter in your eyes. "Look at this," the Nanny says, wrinkling her nose. "Somebody's been a very messy girl." She grabs a diaper wipe and cleans you up. "Now, let's see if we can't make you all clean and fresh." > You hear the tub running. you feel her tug at your pubic hair. You feel her tug at your pubic hair. "No," she says. "I think we need to get rid of these, too." You look down and see her holding a pair of electric clippers. > You giggle as the electric buzz of the clippers tickles you. You giggle as the electric buzz of the clippers tickles you. "That's better," the Nanny says, setting them down. "Now, let's get you into the tub." > You feel her put you in the bubble filled tub. You feel her lift you up and set you down into the bubble-filled tub. The water is warm and soothing, and you relax instantly. "That's better," the Nanny says. > You are still in total bliss. you feel her rub a special soap into your skin and it begins to tingle. You sit there, enjoying the sensation of the warm water and the Nanny's gentle hands. She soaps up a washcloth and starts to rub it over your body. The soap smells wonderful, like roses, and you can feel it tingling on your skin. > You look and as she washes your arm your arm hair goes with it. You look down at your arm, and see the hair falling out, leaving your skin smooth and hairless. "That's a good girl," the Nanny encourages, rinsing the washcloth off. > You should be upset but you can only giggle again. You should be upset, but you can't help giggling. The Nanny laughs and keeps rubbing the soap into your skin. Soon, your whole body is tingling and you can feel your skin becoming baby-smooth. > You watch as more and more of your body hair is wiped away. You watch as the Nanny continues to rub the soap into your skin, taking away all of the hair. When she's done, she pulls the plug in the tub and helps you stand up. > You look down at yourself. You look down at your new, hairless body, and you can't help but giggle. "Feeling silly, are we?" the Nanny asks, smiling. > You are still in a post orgasmic milk haze the endorphins refusing to leave your system. You nod, the effects of the milk and the orgasm still lingering in your system. "Well, let's see if we can't get you into something that's a little less...bouncy." > You feel her pick you up again and stare into Nanny’s pretty face. She lifts you up, and you feel a warm towel wrap around you. "There," the Nanny says, rubbing you dry. "That's better, isn't it?" > You say "Uh huh." "Uh-huh," you murmur, your brain still not fully recovered. "I thought so," the Nanny says, patting you on the bottom. "Now, let's get you into a nice, comfy diaper." > You say simply "Diapie." You smile, your mind finally beginning to clear. "That's right," the Nanny says, carrying you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. "A nice, comfy diaper." > You say "Nice diapie." "A nice, comfy diaper," the Nanny repeats, laying you down on the changing table. "Now, let's get a nice, big diaper on you, and then we can play." > You say "Yes Nanny." "Yes, Nanny," you repeat, looking up at her with adoring eyes. "What a good girl," the Nanny says, leaning down and kissing you on the forehead. "Now, let's get those feet up in the air, and that tail up in the air > You feel her lift you up by your ankles. You feel her lift you up by your ankles, spreading your legs and exposing your private parts. "There," she says, taking a diaper from the shelf. "Now, let's get you padded up." > You are still feeling bliss as you are put back into diapers. You smile as you watch the Nanny slide the diaper under your bottom and bring the front up between your legs. > You submit to the diaper change. You lay back and enjoy the feeling of the soft, cushioned material around your bottom. "There," the Nanny says, doing up the tapes. "All snug and safe." > You feel her dress you and tell you we have a special visitor today. "Now, let's get dressed and you can have a little fun." She takes out a frilly, pink dress and puts it on you. "There," she says, fastening the buttons. "Now, we just need to brush your hair." > You notice your hair seems a bit longer than it was before. You feel her comb out your hair, and you realize that it's longer than it was before. > You feel Nanny make two tiny pig tails. You feel her part your hair into two small pigtails. "There," she says, admiring her handiwork. "Aren't you a cute, little thing?" > You look at yourself in the mirror. You look at yourself in the mirror, and you can't help but smile. You look like a cute, little girl, all dressed up in a pretty, pink dress. "All right," the Nanny says, stepping back. "Time for some fun."

So recently I have been engaging with Novel AI to generate ABDL stories, Well text adventures to be precise. I have really enjoyed them and thought I might post one as a story as well as the components I used to create it. The story itself will be posted raw and unedited, so it might not make perfect sense at times. I am also using the text adventure mode so it will often repeat my prompt in the body of the AI generated content. I am using as my base scenario, the plot from my older story Divorce proceedings. It is set in the diaper dimension. I really kept the inputs to a minimum. What I am looking for is: 1.) Tell me if this was enjoyable to read. 2.) Suggestions for inclusions in "Memory" and "Author's note" (I really did not know what to put in author's note) 2.) Suggestions for the "Lore Book" to better flesh out the Diaper Dimension. Thank you in advance for reading and for your feedback. Memory: Tags: diapers, ABDL, Femdom, hypnosis, forced regression, bondage, forced feminization Genre: erotic sci-fi thriller Synopsis: You are a male Little in your 20’s. Your wife, also a little, wants to divorce you, however she has decided that it would be better for you to be forcibly adopted by an Amazon which would leave her with all of your marital assets. She has after drugging you, dressed you up as an adorable sissy baby. She then intends to leave you in a public place where an Amazon may decide to make your their baby. You are trying to avoid being adopted and forcibly regressed into a baby. Lore Book Entries: ---- Amazonia: The alternate dimension that is populated by Bigs, Mids and Littles. Everything in the world is scaled for Bigs. The society possess advanced technology such as robots, solid holograms and nanobots. Much of this technology is used to keep adopted Littles as babies. Bigs have the right to forcibly adopt Littles and treat them as their own babies. There are laws in place to protect Littles but if a Little displays any sign of immaturity they lose those protections can can be freely adopted. Examples of behavior include wetting or messing pants, throwing a tantrum, making a mess while eating. Etc. Tourists may come from other dimensions to visit and they are often preyed upon by Bigs looting for a Little to Adopt. Activation keys: Amazonia, Dimension ---- Bigs: The dominant race on the planet. They average 10 to 12 feet tall. They have a strong desire to treat Littles as babies. They will constantly look for an excuse to force a Little into babyhood. Activation Keys: Bigs, Amazon, Giants ---- Littles: A race of people generally under 6 feet tall. They develop normally as adult but are often propelled into forced babyhood by Amazons. They have strong sexual response to stimulation. Orgasms for Littles are usually very powerful and leave the Little tired and drained of energy. Activation Key: Little ---- Tweeners: People between 6 and 9 feet tall. Generally treated as adults or older children. Occasionally forcibly babied as preschoolers. Similar to Littles they cannot show any sign of immaturity. Activation keys: Mids, Tweeners, ---- Breastmilk: Amazon breast milk has the following effects on Littles and Mids. 1.) Tastes incredible. 2.) Addictive, 3.) causes bladder incontinence 4.) Causes an intoxicating feeling or milk haze 5.) Causes arousal in Littles Activation keys: Milk, bottle, baba, Nurse, unbutton blouse, expose nipple Adventure: Part 1 You slowly start to wake up not knowing where you are. You feel strange and realize you are dressed in a diaper and a little pink jumper. You open your eyes and the first thing you notice is that the world has changed and now there are Amazons walking around you. > You feel a flash of panic and look around to figure out where you are. You start to panic and look around to try to find out where you are. It is clear from your surroundings that you are at a rest area along a major highway. The rest area has a building with facilities and a number of parking spots for cars. > You look down at your outfit. The diaper and jumper are clearly visible. The diaper looks like it has a design of little teddy bears on it. The jumper is bright pink and has the word baby written in large letters. > You think back to the argument you had with your wife last night. You have a vague recollection of the two of you arguing about something but it was late and the both of you were tired so the argument did not last long. > You feel a vibration in your pocket and pull out a small cell phone. You grab your cell phone from your pocket. It is an older flip style phone. > You open the phone and answer it. You answer the phone and hold it up to your ear. > You ask "Hello?" You say hello but no one responds. You can hear breathing on the other end. "Hello? Who is this?" There is a giggle from the other end of the line and then the call is disconnected. > You check the caller ID. The number is unknown. > You dial your wife’s number. You dial your wife's number but the call goes straight to voicemail. > You feel the buzz of an incoming text. You flip your phone open to check the text message. The message reads "You have been a very naughty boy. I am going to leave you at the rest stop and an Amazon can make you her little baby." > You type back “who is this?”. You quickly type back a message. "Who is this? Where am I? What is going on?" The text comes back immediately. "I think you know what is going on. You should not have been such a bad husband. It is time to leave you here to fend for yourself." > You type back “Jane this isn’t funny. I could be in real danger here.”. "This is not Jane. I think you know that. You really should have been a better husband. If you had been, she would not have brought you to the rest stop to be a gift to the first Amazon who finds you." > You type back “ who is this?”. "I am not going to tell you that. I want you to enjoy the suspense." > You type you are not going to get away with this. "I already have gotten away with it. You are dressed as a baby and waiting for an Amazon to find you." > You swallow hard knowing the person on the other end of the phone is probably right. You swallow hard, realizing the person on the other end of the line is correct. > You type you are going to get out of this and when you do you are coming for you. You quickly type back a threat. "If you do not tell me who this is, I am going to get out of this and when I do, I am going to find you." The response is quick. "That is what I am hoping. I want to see you dressed like a sissy baby begging me to let you out of the nursery. Then I want to put you in diapers and treat you like the sissy baby you are." > You want to throw the phone but resist the urge. You want to throw the phone, but resist the urge. > You look at the phone and realize it is child locked and won’t let you call or text other numbers. The phone is locked. You cannot call or text anyone other than your wife. > You take a deep breath. you need to come up with a plan. You need to come up with a plan. Your main concern right now is avoiding being seen. > You peek out of your current hiding place. You peek out of the bushes and see that the rest area is not very busy. There are a couple of women talking to each other in front of their cars and a couple of women walking towards the bathrooms. > You are clearly in Amazon country as the women are amazons. you look around hoping to maybe find an Adult Little. The women are Amazons. You look around but cannot see any adult little ones. > You look around for any clues as to where you may be. The rest area is well maintained and appears to have been recently remodeled. There are a few picnic tables and some trash cans. The parking lot is full of cars, but most of the drivers appear to be Amazons. > You think about stealing a car. You consider stealing a car but quickly dismiss the idea. You have no idea how to steal a car, and even if you could, the police would likely be on the lookout for a stolen car in a short time. > You check your pockets to see if you have any money or identification or anything like that. You have no money or identification. The only thing you have is the cell phone. > You examine the diaper. The diaper is made from thick white cloth. It is very comfortable. > You keep looking for anyone who might be able to help you. You continue to look around but cannot see anyone who can help you. > You decide you need more information about where you are. You want to try to nonchalantly make your way to the information center. You decide you need more information about where you are, and then you want to try to nonchalantly make your way towards the restrooms. > You keep a sharp eye out and try to not draw attention to yourself. You keep a sharp eye out for any trouble and try to stay out of sight. > You look for a public phone. The rest area has a payphone located near the restrooms. It appears to be a bit rusty, but it should work. > You look at the phone realizing it is sized for Amazons and that you cannot reach the buttons. You are unable to reach the phone due to its height. > You go to look at the large map on the wall to figure out where you are. You walk over to the wall and examine the map. The rest area is located on a major highway between two large cities. > You know that cities will usually have a Littles district where you might be able to get help. The cities are not that far away. If you were able to find a car, you could be there in an hour. > You decide walking along the road would be too dangerous. Your attention is focused on the map. Walking along the road would be too dangerous. > You are relieved that no one seems to be paying attention to you and you go to leave the building. You are glad no one seems to be paying any attention to you. > You head back outside, you are looking for a car being driven by a little or maybe even a tweener. You decide to try to find a car driven by a little. > You try to stay out of sight while you wait. You decide to hide behind a tree. > You’re hear a friendly voice of another little behind you. You are startled and turn around to see a young woman wearing a babydoll dress and a diaper. She is holding a pacifier in her mouth. { The little girl is regressed and sees you as a potential playmate. } What do you want to say to the little girl? > You try to shoo her away. You try to shoo her away, but she does not seem to be listening. > You say "Please I don’t want to play." You say "Please, I don't want to play." "Go and find someone else." "Don't you have friends at school or something?" > You wait for her to respond. She takes the pacifier out of her mouth and says, "But I don't have any friends. All the other little girls in my class are mean to me." "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in playing with a little girl." "I don't have any toys or games, so I can't play with you." "Can't you just go and find someone else to play with?" "Look, I'm not a baby. I'm an adult." > You watch as she looks at you with puzzled look. She looks at you with a puzzled expression. "But you're dressed like a baby. And you're wearing a diaper. And you're sucking on a pacifier." "You're not an adult, you're a Little." > You say "I am not sucking a pacifier. And a Little can be an adult." You are not sucking a pacifier. "Yes, a Little can be an adult. But you don't look like an adult. You look like a baby." > You say "I know which is why it is very important that I get to the Littles district in Springfield." "I know, which is why it is very important that I get to the Littles district in Springfield." "I really need to find a ride there." "You don't happen to know anyone who could give me a ride, do you?" "It's really important." "I don't know anyone, and I don't have a car. > You ask "Figures. You don’t by any chance have any boy clothes you could loan me. Do you?" You ask, "Figures. Do you by any chance have any boy clothes you could loan me?" "Sure," she says. "I have a few things that might fit you. But you'll have to wear a diaper. > You say "Why would I have to wear a diaper. I am potty trained." "Why would I have to wear a diaper, I'm potty trained." "That would be great, thanks." "Well, it's not my fault you're dressed like a baby," she says. > You say "I am not a baby." "I'm not a baby, I'm an adult," you say. "Sure you are," she says. "I'll be right back," she says, and disappears into the bathroom. > You wait patiently. You wait for her to return. "Here you go," she says, holding out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. > You look at the clothes. The shorts are a bit small for you, and the shirt is a little tight, but they're better than nothing. "Thanks," you say, putting the clothes on. > You ask "Can you help me get this diaper off?" You ask, "Can you help me get this diaper off?" "I can't, it's not supposed to come off," she says. > You ask "Oh god yes it is. Maybe you can help me open up the diaper pins?" "Oh, God yes, it is. Maybe you can help me open up the diaper pins," "I can't, it's not supposed to be opened," she says. > You can tell she has been brainwashed to think that diapers shouldn’t be removed. "I think someone brainwashed you into thinking diapers can't be removed," "That's ridiculous," she says. > You struggle to open the diaper pins. You try to open the diaper, but you can't. "I think the pins are stuck," you say. > You change out of the pink jumper into the shorts and T-shirt hoping no one sees you. You quickly change out of the jumper and into the shorts and T-shirt. > You see that your pink cloth diaper peeks out above the waist band of the shorts and the shirt does not come down enough to cover it. The diaper can still be seen peeking out above the waistband of the shorts, and the shirt does not come down enough to fully cover it. "You look really cute," the little girl says. > You say "That’s what I’m afraid of." "That's what I'm afraid of," you say. > You say "But thank you for the help. At least people won’t think I’m a girl." "But thank you for the help," you say. "They're going to think I'm a girl," "No, they're not. You look like a boy. Well, sort of." > You say "I go back to scanning the people coming and going looking for a source of help." "I need to go," you say. "Thanks for the help." "Bye," the little girl says. "See you around," you say, and walk off. > You scan the lot watching for someone who might be able to help. You watch the parking lot carefully, looking for someone who might be able to help you. > You feel pressure growing in your bladder. You feel pressure growing in your bladder. You're not sure if it's just the diaper or if you actually need to go. > You check the phone for any new messages. There is a new message. It reads, "Your wife is going to leave you here at the rest stop and let an Amazon adopt you. That will be the end of your life as a man. > You type back you’ve made it this long. You type back, "I've made it this long. I'm not going to give up." "We'll see about that," the message says. > You type back, who is this. You type back, "Who is this?" "Someone who's going to make sure you end up as a baby," the message says. > You grumble angrily. "I'm not going to end up as a baby," you grumble angrily. > You go back to watching the parking lot. You go back to watching the parking lot. "Oh, no," you think, as you see an Amazon approaching. Part 2: > You try to hide. You try to hide, but it's too late. "What are you doing here, little one?" the Amazon asks. "I'm …. Uhhhh… playing hide and seek,” you say trying to come up with a reasonable lie. "Oh, really," the Amazon says. "Where are the others?" "Uhhh…." "You're lying, aren't you?" the Amazon says. "Ummm, they must be looking for me on the other side of the rest area.” > You smile. "Well, since you're alone, why don't you come with me," the Amazon says. "Uhhh... no, I should really go find my family," you say, not really sure what else to say. "Oh, don't be silly," the Amazon says, grabbing your hand. "You're coming with me." > You say "Wait, no. I don’t want to go with you." "No, I don't want to go with you," you say. "Nonsense," the Amazon says, dragging you along with her. > You tug at her vise like grip but am dragged along with her. "Wait!" you shout, as she drags you along with her. "I need to stay here. I have to find my wife." "Oh, your wife will be fine," the Amazon says. > You say "I mean my mommy. I have to find my mommy." "I mean my mommy. I have to find my mommy," you say, hoping that the Amazon will not recognize your lie. "Your mommy will be fine," the Amazon says. > You say "No she is gonna miss me terribly." "No, she's going to miss me terribly," you say, hoping that the Amazon will show some sign of sympathy. "Your mommy will be fine," the Amazon says. You have a sinking feeling that this Amazon is not going to be sympathetic to your situation. > You say "Please let me go." "Please, let me go," you say, as she drags you towards a van. "Nope," the Amazon says. "You're coming with me." > You say "I fight desperately. I look around and realize that to everyone else I just look like a disobedient child being dragged off by a parent." You struggle to break free, but it's no use. She's far too strong. "Stop that," the Amazon says. "You're just making things worse for yourself." You realize that no one else can see that the Amazon is a kidnapper. > You yell "Please somebody help me!" "Please, someone help me!" you yell. "Oh, just shut up," the Amazon says. "Nobody's going to help you." "Come on, you can have the whole back seat," the Amazon says, opening the back door of the van. > You stare at the rear facing car seat as you feel her pick you off the ground. You see a rear-facing car seat. "No! No! Let me go!" you shout, as the Amazon carries you to the van. "Quiet!" the Amazon says. "If you keep shouting, I'm going to have to gag you." > You struggle and fight for all you are worth. You struggle and fight for all you are worth, but it's no use. She's too strong. "Let me go! Help! Help!" "Shut up," the Amazon says, as she throws you into the back seat of the van. > You try to get back out of the van. You try to get back out of the van, but the door closes before you can. "Let me out!" you shout, pounding on the window. "Oh, quiet," the Amazon says, as she fastens your seatbelt. > You find yourself strapped into the large baby car seat. "You're not going anywhere," the Amazon says, as she buckles your car seat. "There, that should keep you quiet for a while," she says, smiling. > You say "No I will not be quiet let me go." "I will not be quiet, let me go!" you shout, continuing to struggle. "Oh, stop struggling, you're just making things worse for yourself," the Amazon says. > You try to undo the safety harness in the car seat. You try to undo the safety harness, but it's no use, it's too strong. "Just sit there and behave," the Amazon says. "We'll be home soon." "Home?" > You kick your feet and shout at her. You kick your feet and shout at her, "No, I'm not going to sit here and behave. Let me go!" "Oh, stop that," the Amazon says, grabbing your feet. "You're just making things harder on yourself." > You say "You are kidnapping me. I am an Adult." "You're kidnapping me!" you shout. "I'm an adult! Let me go!" "Oh, please," the Amazon says. "As if anyone's going to believe that. Now, be quiet and let me drive." > You say "No. Really. I am not a baby and I don’t need diapers." "I'm not a baby," you say. "And I don't need diapers." "Sure you are," the Amazon says. > You say "I can prove it." "I can prove it," you say. "Fine," the Amazon says. "Then take your diaper off." "What?" "Go ahead," the Amazon says. "Take it off." > You reach into your shorts and try to remove the diaper. You reach into your shorts and pull at the diaper, but it's no use. > You fight with the diaper pins desperately. You fight with the diaper pins, trying to undo them. > You say "It won’t come off." "It won't come off," you say. "Because they're not supposed to," the Amazon says. > You say "Please….. please just let me go." "Please," you say, "just let me go." "Nope," the Amazon says. "Sorry, but you're staying right here." > You say "I’ll do anything. I don’t want to be a baby." "I'll do anything," you say. "I don't want to be a baby." "Oh, please," the Amazon says. "You're already a baby." > You ask "Look, my name is Kenneth, what is yours?" "Look, my name is Kenneth," you say. "I'm not a baby." "And I'm not going to be a baby," you say, continuing to struggle against your restraints. "Oh, just shut up," the Amazon says. "It's not like you have a choice." > You the reality hits you. you are trapped and now you have to conserving your strength and not letting her regress you. You're starting to realize that you're trapped. There's no way out of this. You can't even open the door, much less escape from the van. All you can do is sit here and wait for whatever the Amazon has planned for you. > You try to look out the windows to see where she is taking you. You try to look out the window, but you can't see anything. The van's windows are tinted and you can't see through them. You have no idea where you're going or what the Amazon has planned for you. > You resist the urge to cry. You resist the urge to cry, but it's difficult. > You sit in the car seat quietly trying to think up an escape plan. The phone in your pocket buzzes. The car seat is uncomfortable and you can't seem to get comfortable. > You squirm. You squirm, trying to get into a more comfortable position, but it's no use. Your body feels strange and wrong in the car seat and you can't seem to get comfortable. "Stop squirming," the Amazon says. > You say "This seat is terrible. I don’t fit in it well at all." "This seat is terrible," you say. "I don't fit in it well at all." "It's probably the only thing that would fit you," the Amazon says. "What?" "Oh, never mind." "Where are you taking me?" you ask. "Somewhere nice and quiet," the Amazon says. "Somewhere you won't be able to cause any trouble." > You worry that maybe she is taking you to an orphanage where they prepare Littles for Adoption. you know she would probably be paid a hefty finders fee for handing you over. "You can't just take me somewhere without my permission," you say. "Yes, I can," the Amazon says. > You or maybe she plans to adopt you herself. Or perhaps has a family lined up already. Or it could be an etiquette school for training Littles to be babies. Your mind races with possibilities. "No, you can't," you say. "Yes, I can," the Amazon says. "And I am." "Just be quiet and enjoy the ride." > You cross your arms and pout. You cross your arms and pout, not liking being ignored. "Hey, don't ignore me," you say. "I'm not a baby, you can't just treat me like this." "Sure you are," the Amazon says. "I can treat you however I want." "Now, be quiet and let me drive." > You ask "Are we almost there yet?" "Are we almost there yet?" "No." "How long is this trip going to take?" "Long enough for you to stop asking questions." "You can't just keep me here," you say. "You can't stop me." > You say "I start to hear soft nursery music coming from a set of speakers built into the car seat." You start to hear soft nursery music coming from a set of speakers built into the car seat. "What is that?" you ask. "Just something to help you relax," the Amazon says. > You say "I don’t want to relax." "I don't want to relax," you say. "Too bad," the Amazon says. > You try to ignore the music. You try to ignore the music, but it's difficult. It seems to seep into your brain, filling your mind with a strange sense of calm. "There, isn't that better?" > You say "No……" "No," you say. "Well, it'll have to do," the Amazon says. "We can't have you fighting the entire time." > You feel your eye lids drooping. You feel your eyelids starting to droop, and your body relaxing against your will. "There, isn't that better?" > You struggle weakly in the car seat. You struggle weakly against the car seat, but it's no use. > You feel yourself nodding off and struggle to stay awake. You try to stay awake, but the music and the gentle rocking of the car are too much. You find yourself drifting off to sleep. > You fall into a deep sleep as the car drives off to places unknown. You fall into a deep sleep, not knowing where you're going or what will happen to you when you wake up. > You are awoken with a jolt. You're awoken with a jolt. "We're here," the Amazon says. "Huh?" you mumble, still half asleep. > You try to figure out how long you was asleep. You try to figure out how long you were asleep, but you're not sure. "Come on," the Amazon says, undoing your car seat. "Wake up, sleepy head." > You say "Wait. I don’t want to go with you…." "Wait," you say. "I don't want to go with you." "Too bad," the Amazon says. > You feel her pick you up and lift you out of the van. You feel her pick you up and carry you. > You look around to try and figure out where we are and what time of day it is. You look around, trying to figure out where we are and what time of day it is. It's difficult to see in the darkness, but it looks like we're in some sort of building. > You squirm in her arms. You squirm, trying to break free, but it's no use. She's too strong. "Let me go!" "Stop squirming," the Amazon says. "Let's just get you inside and get you settled." > You watch as we approach a reception desk. "Hello," the Amazon says. "I've brought a new baby." "Of course," the receptionist says, smiling. "Just fill out these forms and we'll get her settled." > You your eyes go wide. Did they just say “her?”. You look down at yourself and notice that you're wearing a dress. "Did you just say 'her?'" "Yes," the receptionist says. "All of our new babies are girls." > You shout "Please. This is all a mistake, I’m not a baby. She has kidnapped me!" "No, you're a little girl," the Amazon says. "And I'll make sure that you get taken care of." > You yell "No! You have to let me go!" You yell, "No! You have to let me go!" The receptionist asks the other woman if she needs a pacifier. "Not yet," the Amazon says. "But, thank you for asking." > You say "I will not be pacified." "I will not be pacified," you say. > You say "I am dropped into a play pen in the reception area so the Amazon can fill out the forms." "Oh, please," the Amazon says. "If you were a little girl, would you refuse a pacifier?" You are dropped into a playpen in the reception area while the Amazon fills out the forms. > You immediately try to climb out. You immediately try to climb out, but the sides are too high. "Now, now," the Amazon says. "You need to stay in there." > You ask "How much? How much do you get paid for this?" "How much?" you ask. "How much do you get paid for this?" The receptionist gives a knowing smile. "That's confidential," she says. "But let's just say it's more than enough to make up for the hassle of dealing with bratty Littles like you." > You say "I watch the receptionist come over and kneel down to my level." You watch as the receptionist comes over and kneels down to your level. "And what's your name, little girl?" she asks. "Kenneth," you say. "My name's not little girl, it's Kenneth." "No, it's not," the Amazon says. > You ask "Huh?" "Huh?" "Oh, don't worry about it," the receptionist says. "We can just call you whatever we want." > You say "My name is Kenneth." "My name is Kenneth," you insist. The Amazon replies “Your name is what ever I put down on this form.” "I think 'Cathy' would suit you just fine," the receptionist says, writing down the name. "And I'm sure your parents would agree." "But... but... > You say "I hear a buzz and I realize that the Amazon has my phone." You hear a buzz and look over to see the Amazon holding your phone. "What's this?" she asks. "That's mine," you say. > You say "Give it back." "Give it back," you say. "Sorry, but we can't have you calling your parents and telling them about all this," the Amazon says, putting the phone away. > You say "I grumble in frustration again." You grumble in frustration again, kicking your feet. "Now, now," the Amazon says. "Let's not make a scene." > You shout "I will make a scene!" You shout, "I will make a scene!" The receptionist just shakes her head and smiles. "I'm sure you'll calm down soon enough," she says. > You start throwing toys out of the playpen. You start throwing toys out of the playpen, trying to cause as much chaos as possible. The receptionist watches you, a bemused expression on her face. > You yell "Let me go!" "Let me go!" you yell. "Not a chance," the Amazon says. "Once you're registered here, there's no way they'll let you go." > You can tell the Amazon is almost finished with the forms. You can tell the Amazon is almost finished with the forms and try to think of some way to escape. > You say "Please… don’t leave me here." "Please," you say. "Don't leave me here." "Don't worry," the Amazon says. "You'll be just fine." > You say "I watch as she ha." You watch as the Amazon hands the forms to the receptionist. "Here you go," she says. "Cathy sounds perfect for this one." > You peek over the top of the playpen as the Amazon is given an envelope of cash. You peek over the top of the playpen as the Amazon is handed an envelope of cash. "Pleasure doing business with you," the receptionist says. "And thank you again for bringing in a Little for us." The Amazon nods. "Anytime," she says. > You watch as she leaves. You watch as the Amazon leaves, heading back to the van.

So I have found myself lately using Novel AI (and AI dungeon for a while) to generate ABDL scenarios specifically using the Text Adventure mode. I have been doing it for personal enjoyment because I like that the AI can take some direction in the story and let other characters react to me and what I am doing. I mean I can always write about how Mommy puts me in a diaper, but for me there is a "Thrill" when the AI comes up with it on it's own and gives it's own spin. (I think it is the submissive in me who likes to be told what to do). Lately I was thinking that my scenarios might be worth sharing in the story site, as they can be exported. Do you think that would make for a satisfying experience for the reader? I imagine it would be raw and could be considerably better and more polished or if I went in and edited it etc. Just not sure I have the time for that right now. I have also thought about putting out the prompts, memory, authors note's and lore book out there to see if I could get feedback and improve on it. I like writing in the diaper dimension and even with just some simple lorebook entries about Bigs, Littles, breast milk etc, I have been getting a satisfying experience. Would that be something best done here? in story section? I am really enjoying this kind of creation. I know it is not a good as what an author dedicated to writing a story can produce, but given it's ease and the amount I get to "participate" and enjoy the creation process it is something I'd like to take to the next level. Any suggestions or input would be appreciated.

So, I found that channel and I agree the quality is poor and I do not love that the authors don't get credit. it is also hard to follow multi part stories. What I have been doing if I want an AI voice reading my story is using Novel AI. I copy the story into a prompt and then direct Novel AI to read the prompt. The AI voices seems to be pretty good, not fantastic, but It has allowed me to listen to ABDL stories in situations where I cannot read them. Is anyone else doing anything similar or have a better way to accomplish this?

Been catching up with this story for the past few weeks. I am so disappointed that I have caught up and have to wait for the next chapter like everybody else has been for the past year or so. I am really enjoying the read. I have to convince my Mommy that this is not overtly sexual and is just a good read. Any way I figure after all the reading I’ve done I at least owe you a like and a comment. Looking forward to reading more…. Slowly…. So very very slowly.

I really like the characters you have created here. You have got Mike teetering at a place where part of me just wants him to fall forever into diapers but the teetering on the edge is just so stimulating that I don’t want it to end. I look forward to reading more.

Wow, that was a fantastic reply to my short comment. I agree that the primary draw of this genre is the power exchange. Regression is a great way to give up power in this gentle domme kind of way. I do have a proclivity for the erotic side of this play too, as I think there is great power exchange involved with the denial and indulgence of “cummies” (I honestly don’t know which I prefer more) I am of a similar age and also have a wife who participates with me. I know that makes me very fortunate. But for me the written ABDL story has always ignited my imagination in ways that other mediums (like video) have not. Thank you for sharing a little more about your journey.

Really enjoying your writing. It just hits such a sweet spot in my psyche. I can’t wait to read more… lots more.