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That was well worth the wait. It seems everything has worked itself out and Katie and Amy are going to be alright. Great update!

Indeed, the Diaper Dimension is a dark place and I'm simply trying to cultivate this in my story. I'm glad you're enjoying it so far!

I apologize for the delay. I've been battling severe depression due to the death of my idol... here's the next chapter. ---- "I will have to make a call to get the pram if you don't mind." The woman with the massive hair stated as she walked away from her freshly diapered babies. Jack and Kimi simply followed her with their eyes until she stopped at the phone on the desk. "Not at all. I hope it's a cute stroller to go with your cute babies." The photographer gushed, trying to praise the woman's newly adopted adults, but the older woman seemed more focus on the phone and didn't even acknowledge the complement. "Malene! I need you to bring the deluxe pram down to the conference room on the 30th floor!" Both Jack and Kimi winced as their new "mother" barked orders into the phone. Even the photographer looked taken aback by the sudden change in tone from the business woman. The Corporate mommy tried not to grin as she gazed over at the photographer who looked like she was shaking for a moment until she composed herself. "Umm, who's Malene?" Jaime asked. "My secretary." The older woman clad in lavender replied before she put on her syrupy tone of voice. "Oh, I hope that wasn't too loud. She's a bit hard of hearing." "I'm okay. That just caught me off guard is all." A blush quickly spread across the young woman's face. "That's understandable. I've had Malene as my secretary for so long that it doesn't even seem like I talk to her any differently than how I'm talking to you." A smile followed the explanation as the older woman bent down and dug out two large, pink colored garments. Kimi's eyes immediately locked onto the items that her captor had pulled from the diaper bag. They looked kind of like onesies, but they were made of a much thicker material and seemed to have some kind of rope dangling from the top of the shiny, mystery fabric. She tried to get her husband's attention, but he had resumed pawing at the front of his diaper. Kimi couldn't quite understand what his fixation was with the diaper. 'Maybe this is turning him on?' She thought, assuming her husband turned twin sister was horny as the older woman returned from the desk. "Those look cute, but I've never seen anything like that before. What are those for?" The younger woman couldn't help but ask as she looked up from her camera. "These are sleep sacks, designed and manufactured by my company." "Sleep sacks?!" An alarmed voice came from the Photographer. "Why would you want to put your babies into one of those things?" "I think you'll notice that I'm not exactly a modern mom." The woman in the purple business suit stated as she began to feed Jack's legs into what looked like a literal sack. "What do you mean by that?" A curious, but concerned tone escaped from the young woman. Jack was forced to listen to the old bitch prattle on while she started stuffing his wife into a pink colored sleep sack. "Unlike you younger girls, I was taught a much more traditional style of mothering. I grew up in a house where Littles were seen and not heard." Kimi tried to express her objections about being forced into the thick, latex covered bag, but the old woman had no interest in listening to her babyish gibberish. With a strong hand, she easily pushed the pacifier gag back into her mouth and fastened it with a twist, causing the bulb to inflate. Kimi kept mumbling and moaning around the bulb, which was forcing her jaw apart in a very painful manner, but her captor took no notice of her obvious discomfort as she finished pulling the draw string, sealing her into the pink latex sack. "One day, when you have a Little of your own, I believe you'll understand that the best approach to childrearing is one filled with plenty of tough love and dominance. These two little things require plenty of it and it's universal when tending to Littles." As the string was tugged, sealing Kimi into her own sleep sack, she realized that the latex lined sack severely limited her range of motion and prevented her from stretching her arms and legs out. In any other scenario, the kinky woman would have enjoyed this since custom made latex garments like this weren't cheap, but right now she was at the mercy of another person entirely; a person who seemed to be an absolute sociopath. The more she tried to test her bonds, the more tighter the sack became until she could barely move her limbs at all. "I don't know about that. Littles shouldn't be restrained like this. It doesn't seem very humane." The Corporate woman had to force a coughing fit to prevent herself from laughing. It never ceased to amuse her how stupid the younger generation was in regards to taking care of Littles. 'These bleeding heart types were so naive!' "Are you okay?!" Jaime quickly put her camera down and rushed over to the CEO's side. "I'm fine. I'm fine." The older woman replied in between hacks. "Sometimes the baby powder does that to me." Kimi looked away from her wheezing captor and glanced over at her gagged husband and could see by the look on his face that he had worked himself into a similar predicament. They were both trapped and forced to lay there on the makeshift changing table, restrained in the mysterious latex that was growing tighter the more they moved around in it, while the world went on around them. When would they be allowed out of these insane bags? Could it be hours? Days? Weeks?! It was a maddening thought, both frightening and arousing to the poor woman who had simply wanted to enjoy a kinky, diaper filled day with her husband in the privacy of their house. "But this proves my point, dear." The older woman declared, gesturing down at both Jack and Kimi. "Look at them. They're safe and sound. If they weren't restrained in their sleep sacks, they could've wriggled their way off the table and broken a limb or worse!" "I suppose you're right. "Jaime couldn't help but agree. "Madam President, your pram." The two latex encased tiny adults and Jaime glanced over at the door to the conference room where a woman with an incredible bosom stood behind a massive pram. Jack and Kimi couldn't believe their eyes. It was like something out of their wildest dreams. It looked large enough to hold both of them. Such a stroller would've cost them a small fortune back home! "Well, don't just stand there, Malene. Bring it over here!" The CEO barked, causing her gaudy, gold plated earrings to jiggle slightly. Malene nodded and pushed the abnormally large carriage into the conference room until she reached the makeshift changing table. "Will that be all, Madam President?" The woman named Malene asked. "Yes, you're dismissed until I return from taking the babies around the block." Jack found himself staring at the secretary's chest. He couldn't believe the size of the woman's breasts. It was astounding how large she was and it made the old woman's chest look flat by comparison! "Now, let's get you two situated for your stroll." The business woman cooed as she scooped the ball shaped Jack off the table. Jack was suddenly lifted up and lowered into the pram. As he was moved he felt the fire between his legs reignite as his body wriggled slightly. He realised that the irritating cream was also activated by heat which made sense due to how fast his latex lined prison was heating up. No matter how much he wanted to scratch and paw at his crotch he could barely even move his arms. There was no way to alleviate the burning sensation that radiated out from his new slit since the bag basically made him feel like he vacuum sealed into it and, to make matters worse, he was going to be taken outside like this! "MMMPPPHH!" Jack shouted into his pacifier. He was forced to lay there on his back as the crazy corporate tycoon manipulated the sack and folded his legs underneath his bottom. This rendered his lower body even more immobile and seemed to irritate the skin between his legs. The giant woman then left his view and returned not more than five seconds later holding Kimi. Jack could see that Kimi was thoroughly enjoying this from the look on her face. She seemed positively content and, much to his annoyance, she wasn't gagged like he was. With virtually no effort on the giant's part, Kimi was lowered into the pram and ended up laying right next to him. Their combined weight on the pram's mattress quickly became apparent as they both sank into the center of the carriage and were forced to lay side by side. "And just to make sure that you're both safe…" Jack winced from behind his gag as the cruel woman pulled a strap out from the inside of the stroller and pulled it over his bulbous midsection, securing him and Kimi tightly to the middle of the basket. Once again, the business woman vanished only to reappear with a small blanket. It seemed small when compared to her enormous size, but when she draped it over Jack's body, he noticed that it was not only thick and heavy, but the damn thing was humongous. If only he hadn't signed that form! He tried to wriggle and squirm his way out from underneath the strap, but even if he using all of strength, the strap barely budged. All it did was heat up his diaper and the rest if his body which only made his agony grow. He knew there wasn't any chance he could get out of the sleep sack, but his pride made him continue struggling until his new breasts were covered in sweat. "Are my babies fussy? Do they need to spend the next few days in dirty diapers to remind them of their place?" Kimi turned her head and shot her husband an annoyed expression. Despite the ridiculous pacifier covering all off her mouth, Jack knew what that look meant; you're pushing it! With an awkward sigh into the big bulb in his mouth, Jack realized that there was no escape. Still, there was one last trick he could try! He tried to beg with his eyes, giving his captor the most pleading look he could muster, but she didn't care about his suffering. In fact, she smiled at him! "Now that my babies are all snug and behaving properly… I think they're ready for their afternoon walk." The older woman cooed, ready to start their journey. With a hard push, the wheels started rolling and Jack could see by the slowly changing ceiling that they were moving. The conference room soon turned into the hallway and then became the inside of the elevator. "You were joking about making them spend the next few days in dirty diapers, right?" The photographer asked with an awkward smile. "Not at all. Little babies like them need to be reminded of their place." The business replied in a no nonsense tone. "I see." Jaime nervously ran her finger over the top of her expensive camera while trying to think of a way to change the topic. "So, why does everyone call you 'Madam President' anyway? I thought you were the CEO of Schwarzer Stein." "I made the executive decision to take on both positions after my second in command proved that she was unable to handle the demands of the job after that fiasco you may have read about on the news. She is now in a place that challenges her and keeps her from causing anyone any trouble." The CEO explained. Jack decided to tune out their conversation when the naive photographer started asking about what the older woman meant. It seemed that both women were more than content to ignore them and yet talk about them all at the same time as his new mommy compared him and his wife to the former President of the Company. Aside from the very grime nature of the discussion, this must've been what actual babies endured day in and day out, Jack realized. A dinging sound signalled their arrival on the ground floor as the elevator doors opened and they exited the elevator, entering a rather grandiose lobby with massive columns holding up a stunning vaulted ceiling. With a change in scenery came a change in the conversation. Kimi noted that the young professional opted to shift the discussion by talking about the architecture. She had been listening to every word spoken thus far while her husband sulked next to her and had been shocked to hear what had been done to the woman who once helped run the Corporation. Part of her felt guilty for feeling slightly aroused by the fate of a woman she had never met before. Still, she could sense that the girl who had been taking her picture seemed much more at ease as the new discussion went on. This was obviously a much better, and less awkward, topic to discuss than talking about the potty training habits of the former president of the company. Despite the magnificent architecture, Jack was pissed. He hated the view. He hated how the pram forced him to stare upwards. But most of all, he hated how he was stuck in this divot next to his wife, trapped in a glorified garbage bag, forced to look at his captor's big, dumb, plastic surgery altered face. Jack could tell that this horrible woman was loving this. She seemed to be drinking in his anguish as she stared down at him. He could tell that she was loving how everyone looked at her and all the stupid comments she was recieving as she pushed him and Kimi through the lobby, but most of all, she was loving how much torture she had put him through. Jack could see it in her eyes. He knew a sadist when he saw one. He was just another one of her toys now. The cool, artificial air, which had been circulating around the spacious lobby, was replaced by a sweltering heat as Jack and the women exited the building and made their way onto the street. Although, it looked like they were in the central business district of whatever crazy place fate had decided to fling his wife and himself into, the skyscrapers did little to keep things cool. Sure, they were blocking the sun's rays, but it must've been the middle of summer. Even Kimi seemed to be aggravated by the sudden change in temperature which was made evident by her squirming form bumping up against him. "It's hot out here." The older woman frowned as she kept pushing the stroller. "Yeah, it definitely wasn't this bad an hour ago." Jaime noted before adding, "maybe we can just go around the block and take a few pictures before we head back inside?" "That works for me." With the length of the outing decided, the two women kept walking until the younger of the two picked up the pace and stopped a few feet ahead. "Don't worry, this shouldn't be as bright as earlier since we're outside!" "It better not or I'll have triplets by the end of the day." The CEO muttered under her breath. "Did you say something?" Jaime asked, cocking her head as the CEO kept pushing the stroller. "I was just talking to the babies, dear." "Okay, that's cool. Just look natural, keep walking with your babies. Focus on them and act like I'm not here." Jaime directed the older woman as she got into her zone. The Corporate tactician turned mother stopped in place and smiled, ready for her picture to be taken. "Not like that. Keep walking!" Jamie blurted out before instantly regretting it. "Okay. You're the professional." The business woman replied. Jaime watched as her subject started to push the large pink carriage forward while walking with her shoulders even with her knees, exhibiting perfect posture. It was an interesting look, one that exuded dominance and confidence, but it definitely didn't seem like she was enjoying the stroll. Most mothers seemed a bit more- motherly? Not this woman. "That's good, but how about you smile and look down at your babies? Maybe try to look a bit more maternal." Jaime instantly regretted saying that last sentence as the woman who was also known as the "Madam of Misery" came to a stop and shot her a scowl. Her painted on eyebrows were at an almost perfect diagonal as her lipstick covered lips picked up. Jaime could feel the woman's cold stare from behind her odd sunglasses. She looked pissed. "And what is that supposed to mean?" The upset CEO demanded. "Am I not the picture of motherhood?" "Of course you are." Jaime agreed, fearing what was going to happen next. She may not have been quite as tall as this woman, but she suddenly felt so much shorter in her presence. "Then what do you mean by-" A generic ringtone interrupted the woman's rant, forcing her to reach into her top breast pocket and fish out her cell phone. "What is it, Malene?!" The older woman barked. "Don't you know I'm doing the photo shoot for Motherhood Today right now?!" Jaime sighed, relieved that the woman's anger had been diverted away from her, but she couldn't help but feel bad for the woman's assistant. This photoshoot was going to be the first and last time Jaime had to ever deal with this bitch, but that Malene woman was her secretary. Jaime couldn't imagine anything worse than that until she recalled that weird conversation they had on the elevator. "I have just been informed that there's going to be an emergency meeting back at the office." The sound of the business woman's voice broke Jaime away from her thoughts. "I see. So, should we reschedule this or-" "No. I believe that you took enough photographs." The older woman replied. "I trust that you got my good side and it'll be a great little article. If not, I'll make sure that you'll be joining the twins. Do I make myself clear?" Jaime felt the blood drain out of her face as she tried to find her voice. "Crystal clear." "Good. Now come along, babies. Mommy has to go back to work." The young woman watched as the woman turned around and pushed the stroller back towards her tower. In that moment, she truly knew why people feared and respected this woman. To Be Continued... This is a commission I wrote for my favorite married patrons on my Patreon. Hopefully, you guys enjoy this as it's a very dark tale. I'll be updating it fairly often, but if you can't wait for the next update then why not pledge to my Patreon so you can read the entire story? It's only $5 dollars to read what took a year to write. It's Christmas time. 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Sounds like it would've been awesome! I love that immortals comic and wish you had done more with it.

Yeah, the website needs your real name for tax purposes (if you earn over $20,000), but otherwise no one will know your real name. As someone who rarely uses their real name online, I understand why you would avoid using it.

I'm glad to see you enjoyed it. Was a fun chapter to write.

No worries, I'm just glad you're enjoying the story. I hope you're having a happy new year! ---- Okay, let's do this," The older woman announced in a faux cheerful tone as she stood up and scooped up both of her little mascots. Her hands supported each of their poopy bottoms, causing both tiny adults to squirm against her chest as she carried them over to a desk near the window. "Wait a minute, mama. Let me help you convert that workstation into a changing table." Jamie smiled as she walked over to the table carrying a pink blanket with white polka dots. She quickly flung it out and covered the mahogany table top with it. "Thanks." The CEO stated with a fake smile. "Wait!" Jamie shouted. "What about their heads?" "What about them?" The older woman asked. "You really are new to motherhood." The photographer chuckled and placed matching pillows with donut shaped indentations onto the table. "Gotta keep your daughters comfortable!" "Yes." The new mother replied in a neutral tone as she laid Jack down first and placed Kimi down next to her husband turned twin. The two adults turned Amazonian playthings laid on their backs, eager for their diaper change. As enjoyable as it had been to feel the warmth spread across their bottoms, their new mother had managed to spread the mess everywhere with how she carried them. Jack especially wasn't used to having a pussy and it was all over his new slit, grossing him out immensely. With unsteady hands, the unhappy CEO ripped the tapes from the front of the diaper, unsealing Jack from his bloated, soiled diaper. She then raised his legs up and pulled the front of the dirty diaper downwards, exposing his poop covered bottom. He knew he shouldn't be nervous, but he was. Not because of the sight of his poop covered pussy, although that did trouble him, but rather because this was the woman who had personally ordered his manhood to be removed and altered into a cute little pussy. "That's Mommy's good girl." The Corporate Tycoon cooed down at him as she reached for a wipe. Holding Jack's little, but shapely legs in her left hand, she used a damp tissue to carefully wipe away all of the poop from the newly adopted adult's bottom. It was tough work, cleaning her new daughter's diaper area, but it would pay off. The cougar had to remind herself mentally that this was for the rehabilitation of her image and it would pay off one day soon. It was disgusting, grueling and almost peasant-like work, but it would be worth it. she kept smiling as the photographer clicked picture after picture. "Opps, I left the baby's diaper and rash cream behind in the diaper bag. Stop shooting for a minute." The woman clad in purple stated. In a firm tone. It wasn't a suggestion. It was an order. "But ma'am, there's a bag of diapers right over here." Jaime pointed over to the small sofa that had a travel pack if thick diapers sitting atop it. "That's fine, but I need to grab some cream for their tushies. Don't want them to be uncomfortable now, do we?" The Corporate woman replied, the last sentence practically mimicked what the photographer had said only minutes ago. 'Stupid little bitch trying to tell me how to change my kid's diaper. If I'm going to change diapers then I'm going to do it my way!' The stern woman thought as she rummaged around her diaper bag until she came across a small container of specially made rash cream that had a cartoon style pepper drawn on the lid. With a grin, she pulled it from the bag and made her way back to where Jack laid on the impromptu changing table. "Alright, sweetie. This might burn a little because you have a nasty rash forming on that tushie of yours." Jack couldn't help but arch an eyebrow at the crazy giant staring down at him. Even Kimi could sense something wasn't quite right. Her butt wasn't sore so why would Jack's butt be? With the biggest smile either adult had seen since arriving in this bizarre Dimension, the giantess stuck her cream cover hand onto Jack's pussy and slowly she started to massage her cream covered fingers deeply into his skin while maintaining constant eye contact. Needless to say, Jack felt creeped out by the whole situation. With a steady stream of pictures being taken, the Corporate woman smiled. It wasn't just for the camera, she finally had someone to test out her specially patented rash cream. It was specifically designed to burn their butts with the fire of a rash while simultaneously preventing a rash for forming! The very idea was one of her own from years back. It had been rejected by the board of directors, but she had kept the recipe for it, patiently awaiting the day when her nation's cultural norms had shifted enough to allow her to mass produce it. Jack did not flinch a muscle at first until the pink cream getting spread across his lower lips and bottom started to sting. It felt like a million angry fire ants were attacking his pussy! He twitched and squirmed as he tried to reach between his legs to stop the pain only for his hands to be shooed away by his new Mother's large hands. His mouth formed a frown as he tried not to cry from the agonizing sensations coming from his slit. It was so sensitive that it made his skin crawl! Seeing the reaction on her daughter's skin coupled with how her little face twisted and scowled gave the woman a new sense of joy. Even during a degrading diaper change, where she was forced to wipe the little brat's ass, she was still in control! She still had absolute power over her new baby. It was both invigorating and empowering! What kind of woman wouldn't want this level of control over their babies? Even as her new baby girl tried and failed to scratch her slit, the Corporate mommy felt her smile grow even bigger. 'Time to see what this stuff can do.' She slowly inserted one of her large fingers into her daughter's pussy, lubricating it with the pink colored cream that even made her skin tingle with a hint of heat. "Waaahhh!" Jack whined in a low cry. The pain was excruciating but the surgery had removed his ability to scream over a certain octave. To all parties present, he looked like a fussy baby who didn't want their diaper changed. "Poor little thing." Jamie said as she lowered her camera. "She must have a terrible rash." "Yes, but don't you worry your little head about it. My company makes the best childcare products available on the market. She'll be smiling in an hour or two, but right now the cream is going to hurt a little because it's fighting the infection." The older woman explained as she taped her sobbing baby into a fresh new diaper. "Really? That's so cool!" Jamie raised her camera up and took a few more pictures. The Corporate CEO simply smiled while patting the front of Jack's diaper. Jack couldn't help but cry out in pain at the feeling of his skin burning while his giant tormentor rubbed the front of his diaper. "I think she needs her pacifier." The older woman cooed as she pulled out an average looking pacifier that had an enormous bulb. Jack couldn't believe his eyes. The bottom of the damn thing looked like a ball gag on steroids! He tried to keep his tongue firm, holding it in place to keep the bulb from entering his mouth, but the giant was simply too strong. With just one hand she had overpowered him and had pushed the bulb deep into his mouth. The rubber tear was so big that it practically tickled his tonsils that how much it filled his mouth. "She needs to just relax now while I tend to her sister." The business woman explained to the photographer as Jack laid back and stewed in his own impotent rage. He could feel the ever present heat getting hotter against the confines of his tight diaper. He tried not to squirm since it felt like every little movement only served to increase the stinging coming from his mound. It didn't take long for his body to begin to sweat like when he was outside during an exceptionally hot day. All the while, inch by inch, his pussy was getting even more irritated. "Oh, that's mommy's good girl. Now you're nice and clean down there!" That bitch of a giant cooed down at his wife as she finished cleaning her ass. "And no sign of a rash either!" It was an odd feeling that engulfed Jack's mind at that moment. While he was grateful that his beloved wife wouldn't have to endure the painful sting of the rash cream, Jack couldn't help but feel incredibly jealous of her freedom from pain. Yes, they were both effectively prisoners under a cruel giant, but at least her pussy wasn't under assault, throbbing with the sting of a thousand hot coals! His loons were crawling like they were covered in ants, his ability to scream had been stolen from him and he couldn't even itch his mound through his diaper! It was at this moment that Jack began to cry silent tears. Being a man, he was so unaccustomed to tears and naturally felt even weaker than before. He was a man, albeit in a female body, no matter how bad things got, he shouldn't be crying like a baby and he damn well shouldn't harbor jealousy in regards to his wife's current situation! "Now that the babies have been changed, what do you think about taking them out for a stroll?" If Jack could have cried, he would've. To Be Continued… If you want to see what happens next and can't wait for the next chapter then why not pledge to my Patreon so you can read all of my stuff? It's only $5 dollars. You're worth $5 dollars, aren't you? www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

Do not post anything, even if it's a bedwrtter, on Patreon. Those moderators don't seem to be able to read English and that clown named Cisco preferred to slander me instead of doing his job and helping me. I lost over $200 dollars when I was suspended for having two stories with minors because of that guy. Anyway, I use very cheap teirs to get Patrons.

It's the Christmas story you literally just posted. Also, how come you're showing off content that hssn't been posted on Patreon outside of Patteon? I want my $9 bucks back! LOL I personally always go with the formula that an Amazon is always at least twice to four times taller than a little. A quarter of an Amazon's height sounds a bit extreme, but it definitely is possible for the tallest of Amazon's if they're 15ft and the Little is almost 4ft. I personally go with a Little being around 4ft to 5ft versus an Amazon being 10ft to 15ft max. Mids seem to be 6ft to 10ft. Vagueness isn't necessarily a bad thing either, but you guys know me...I love being as detailed as possible.

Okay. Where do I donate money to keep this masterpiece of a story going? I can't handle once a year updates.

Well, I'm a bit guilty of making the Germans the bad guys here, but that's not because Germany is bad. No, sir. England, Ireland and Spain have all been used in stories and I wanted to do one in an alternate version of Germany because they get zero representation in the DD. Also, it only seems like they're the bad guys because I prefer a very dark and vicious DD. The people in the alternate version of Germany are good people, but the CEO is a coldhearted bitch. And don't you worry, this is my first DD story and other countries will be shown too. I'm currently writing one that takes place in an alternate version of Hungary and another in Japan.

I'm sorry for the delay, but I've been very depressed lately. I never do well around Christmas... anyway, here's another update. Please comment if you're enjoying the story. ----- A grin spread across the CEO's face. She now had two brats that she could parade around the Capitol and in front of the media! These putrid little perverts would be just what she needed to soften her image and launch the new little import branch of her company. Now, her corporation would not build the furniture that these little adults would use, but supply Littles to the government run adoption agencies. Of course, she also held numerous textile and little fashion companies under her control. That combined with the fact that she had acquired a diaper manufacturer last year pretty much ensured that she would have the entire market catering to Littles in the greater Deutsch Federation of States under her control! As the cheesy elevator music droned on, the Amazon practically salvated as she thought of the state subsidies which practically rained down on any company that produced material for Littles. It was simply the icing on the cake when she considered how easy it would be to expand her empire past the continent of Europa. Honsho was definitely a juicy market to consider entering. Suddenly, the elevator music cut off and an announcement from the government came on. "Our brave sons have broken the pathetic siege of the Ruthenium Capitol and have annexed it into our glorious Federation! With such territorial acquisitions comes a great number of liberated Littles. The enslaved Littles of Ruthenium were subjugated by their foolhardy government to endure cruel child working laws which forced them to work and live without a parent. If you are unable to bare Amazonian children for the Fatherland, then it is compulsory for you to visit your local adoption center and adopt one or five of these poor Littles! Government supplemental vouchers available with proof of adoption!" "Scheiße!" Jack and Kimi both looked up at their strange new mother and gave each other curious glances. Unbeknownst to the two adults from Earth, this latest news was a double edged sword for their new Corporate Overlord. Her corporation would make millions from the sale of cribs, toys, diapers and clothing, this much was a fact, but the market the lavender clad lady was hoping to enter had effectively been made obsolete for the next few years with this new influx of Littles. The importation of Littles was the biggest prize of all and when the Littles were literally signing their lives away with no cost associated with their importation….it was akin to making money appear out of thin air. With the wind properly taken from her sails, the Madam of Misery started to think about her society and how she could possibly find a way to still import Littles. When Deutschian Amazons weren't producing armaments or serving in the armed forces expanding the Federation into neighboring territories, they were either adopting unruly Littles from the front or working to power the economy and help keep the nation prosperous. The Madam of Misery cared not for Politics, of course she was a member of the party, but she had avoided the mandatory adoption of Littles for a number of years due to her status in the nation. It may have been a social faux pa, but she had remained in the good graces of the Government until last month when her company had destroyed the landscape of one the numerous colonial islands and decimated their population of Littles. At the time, there was a serious panic rippling throughout the fabric of the country. If the supply of Littles stopped flowing, then manufacturing jobs pertaining to Little's furniture production would surely dry up. Then, if less Littles were being adopted then less diapers and baby food would need to be produced. Suddenly, a few thousand jobs would vanish overnight and factories would close. Thus, the mechanism propping up the domestic Deutschian economy could collapse overnight. This was a real fear and caused the government to send the military into the nearby country Ruthenium to liberate it. *DING* With a digital ding, the doors to the elevator opened and out walked a very unhappy Amazon holding her two babies. Her black heels clicked on the tiled floor as she made her way to a conference room on the other side of the office. Jack and Kimi were seated on opposite sides of the woman's bulging bosom that heaved with every step she took. The interior of her Corporate Tower was expertly crafted and each floor showed it with a variety of classic Deutschian aesthetics and accents; a tasteful blend ultramodern minimalism that championed efficiency in the corporate world. Computers and Amazons alike were busy with their daily workload within cubicles furnished with cutting edge computers and furnishings. Amidst all the commotion of the cubicle filled sea, Jack kept vigilant, scanning the office out, trying to memorize the layout of the 3rd floor in case he was given an opportunity to escape. Not long into his attempt at surveying, Jack spotted what looked to be a rare sight in this land of giants; a woman who was a good five or six feet shorter than the rest of her coworkers. His eyes started at her head and gradually worked their way downwards from there. Her blond hair went to about her shoulders, just above where her voluptuous orbs were exposed by her tight, crisp, white blouse. Jack only stole a glance since her form cut red blazer somewhat covered her curves as it loosely conformed to her body. Of course, her tight little jet-black pencil skirt did little to conceal her broad, shapely hips or her ample ass. If Jack didn't know any better, he would've thought that the blond was diapered. As she darted behind a cubicle, he spotted the heels she wore at the bottom of her black stockings; ten-inch heeled pumps. 'Geez, she's probably a foot taller than me without those heels on.' Jack realized as his new, scowling mommy carried him and Kimi into a modest conference room labelled 'Meeting Room 1' on the wall. Waiting across the room was the photographer that their new mother had mentioned in annoyance earlier. That much was obvious to both Jack and Kimi from the expensive looking digital camera hanging around her neck. She was a good foot or so shorter than corporate cougar mom, and looked to be in her early twenties at the oldest. The Madam of Misery clicked her tongue in disdain due to how unprofessional the younger woman looked. It wasn't the fact the woman clad in purple was obviously older than her, that much was an unavoidable fact. No, it was the fact that her hair was a dark blue pixie cut with red and white strips for bangs. It was one thing for a Little to have the kind of hair color. It was expected of them and the Corporate woman didn't care if her babies had ice blue colored hair. However, an adult woman, especially an Amazon, shouldn't be wearing such immature colors in her hair. An imbetweener? It happened occasionally and probably helped land them back into diapers, but never should an Amazon wear their hair in such a way. The older woman scowled harder. If this wannabe photographer fucked up her shoot...maybe Rebecca would be getting a new test subject… "Hello, Miss-" Before the younger woman could utter her name, the older woman interrupted her. "I prefer being called, Madam President." "But I don’t work for you. You're not my President." Strike one. "That's a good joke, Miss…" "Jamie. Jamie Kirkpatrick." "From the Emerald island are you?" Madam President asked. A blush spread across the younger woman’s impish face, obscuring her obvious freckles. While Jack looked around the room, Kimi took in this young woman's state of dress. She was a skinny thing, dressed in combat boots, baggy camouflage pants and a black tank top that exposed her belly bottom. Across the front of her shirt was the logo of a band that Kimi assumed probably didn't exist on Earth. "This may be my first big assignment since leaving home, but I assure you that I'm up to the task." Jamie, the post punk photographer stated with confidence in her voice. Kimi could tell just by looking at this girl that she looked like the kind of person who couldn't keep still to save their life. Probably perked up on caffeine. Whether that came from coffee, energy drinks or pills was all but impossible to say for certain. "You're confident. I'll give you that." The older woman stated as she sat Kimi and Jack down amongst a bunch of toys that seemed to be haphazardly scattered around the floor without reason or regard for cleanliness. Typically, the meeting room was spotless, but this mess of toys, as well as the laptop and old school phone perched on a modest desk, had all been staged ahead of time by the CEO to give the illusion that she had been a mother for longer than ten minutes. Not only that, but the rumors of her opulent office would certainly clash with the new image she was striving to cultivate for herself. It was hard to identify with a powerful woman who had ivory statues with golden lamps on her desk. It was so much easier to identify with a bunch of messy babies on the ground, sat at their mother's feet, while mommy was busy on the phone, typing away on her laptop. "Thank you, Madam President." Jamie replied as the older woman took a seat in the standard office chair. The Amazon sized picture of punk gave the woman an odd look before opening her mouth. "Is this actually your office?" "Why do you ask?" A frown followed Corporate Mom's question. "Just seems a little….boring compared to what I've been told about you." Strike Two. "You're very observant. My office is being remodelled to accommodate my new lovely daughters. Can't have my babies getting into trouble when mommy is busy." The lie pretty much told itself. "That makes sense." Jamie smiled. "Okay. Let's get down to work then!" While Mommy and the punk rock photographer had been chatting, Jack and Kimi seemed to be in their own infantile world. Below the desk laid bottles, balls, blocks and rattles. It was so odd compared to the adult world above. Mommy had her computer and phone, they had plastic keys and teething rings among other things. However, it was the blocks that were most important of all. Jack and Kimi managed to speak to each other without words to organize their message. Jack simply pointed at some random blocks laying around them and Kimi instantly nodded. In roughly two minutes time, they had put together a string of blocks that spelled out "HELP US". The two diapered adults knew that there had to be at least one sane person out there who could hopefully help them get out of this nightmare. Without warning, Kimi's gut started to spasm and, before she could even lift her butt off the ground, she filled her diaper up like she never had before. Now, Kimi was no stranger to using her diaper, she was an Adult Baby after all, but there was something different about this mes. This mess was easily three times the size of the largest poopy she had ever passed in her life! Perfect!" Jamie announced as she noticed that the babies were pooping. A moment later, a bright flash filled the room as she to a picture with the camera hanging around her neck. "Ugh" The old cougar groaned. She felt like she was almost blinded. She had to blink a few times to get the blue and purple after effects out of her field of view. "Uh-oh. You weren't smiling. You were frowning in that picture." Jamie announced to the annoyed older woman. "That damn thing nearly blinded me!" The CEO shouted before taking it down a notch. "Look, how about we do something different?" "Okay!" Jamie chirped excitedly. "I think your babies could use a diaper change! How about I snap a few pictures of mom changing them?" The Corporate Mommy went pale while Jack and Kimi looked at each other with dread in their eyes. To Be Continued... This is a commission I wrote for my favorite married patrons on my Patreon. Hopefully, you guys enjoy this as it's a very dark tale. 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--- As much as Kimi wished she could relive the rapturous moments of her rebirth again, such things were simply not meant to be. Sadly for her, the words of her captors began to fill her ears, pulling her from her thoughts as the woman in purple stood nearby. "I am impressed with what you have achieved with such limited funds, Rebecca. Keep this up and you may be receiving a raise next quarter." "Thank you, Madam President. I really appreciate your-." A digital notification chirped from within the business woman's breast pocket. "Damn it!" Both Jack and Kimi winced as the woman in purple rudely interrupted the doctor. "It's noon! Have you finished with them yet? The photographer is due here any minute!" "I have made all the adjustments you asked for. However, their metabolic rates, especially Kimi's, will need regular injections for the next few days until it slows down to the point where one or two feedings per day will be adequate to sustain them. Since Jackie was born male, her metabolism should slow to the rate you requested in a day or two." The doctor explained, trying to appease her boss. Kimi’s eyes bulged in horrified shock, acidic bile welling up in her stomach as she processed this bizarre explanation, mind aghast; her husband had been made into a woman? A woman who was her twin?! "Good. Being a mother is hard work and the less I have to do with these two, the better." The older woman replied as she strolled over to where Jack laid and unstrapped him from his binding. Jack looked up at the old bat with a scowl as she loosened his restraints. This woman was not his mother! A real mother wouldn't have mutilated him and his wife as if they were her personal playthings. A real mother wouldn't use her children to improve her image and gain sympathy from her crazy country! He may have been an ABDL, but his love for his wife outshone sexual desires of wanting a woman to diaper him. Once the woman in purple finished dressing him in a pink onesie, exactly like the one his wife was wearing, she slowly stretched out her slender fingers covered in her milky white gloves to grab hold of her newest prize. Jack, having waited for just the right moment, moved as swiftly as he could and used the only weapon he still had in his arsenal; his mouth. He lunged at her and bit as hard as he could into her glove covered wrist with his sore gums! “For crying out loud! Stop struggling, you little brat! You know it’s pointless.” "Did baby Jackie gum you?" Rebecca asked with a giggle. "No shit. You have anything I can shove in her mouth to keep her from drooling all over me?" "Of course." Rebecca fished around in the pocket of her lab coat and pulled out a pink pacifier she had forgotten to give to her boss. Of course, she wasn't going to tell the cranky corporate owner that. "About time you did something useful." The cantankerous old woman said as she pushed the inflatable bulb of the pacifier into Jack’s toothless mouth. Before Jack could spit it out, his new mommy pushed the button on the front of the pacifier's shield, causing the teat to double and then triple in size. Jack could feel it filling his mouth with each push of the button until the oversized nipple pinned his tongue to the bottom of his mouth. A cracking noise, coming from his jaw, told the menacing new mother to stop. "Mmpphhh!" Jack whined from behind the enormous rubber pacifier. The damn thing filled his mouth entirely, forced his jaw to it's limit and made his cheeks puff out in an exaggerated manner while completely silencing his ability to speak or bite. "A good baby is a quiet baby." The Corporate ghoul cooed. Still grappling with the fact that her husband was now her twin, Kimi failed to notice that the doctor had moved away from the weird woman in purple and had walked over to her slab. With a trained hand, the physician had unstrapped Kimi and had her picked up and placed in the crook of her arm. Caught off guard, Kimi immediately tried to squirm away from the huge lady, but the giant woman brought her arm into her body, pinning Kimi's face against the doctor's coat covered breasts. "It's okay, Princess. Just calm down." The large lady cooed. "Yes, yes, that’s it. I’m not going to hurt you, not if you cooperate.” The real reason Kimi had stopped squirming so quickly, was not due to the doctor's cooing, but due to the realization of how high she was from the tiled floor. If she fell from this height, she might break her foot or leg if she landed on it wrong! "That's a good girl. Here, this will make your teething gums feel so much better." Rebecca cooed. Kimi cocked an eyebrow, not sure what the doctor was going on about. Her teeth had been removed permanently. They were never going to come back in again. Obviously the lingering pain was from the surgery. It wasn't like her mouth was going to hurt like this forever, right? As Kimi thought about the doctor's odd choice of words, her lab coat wearing captor pushed a pink pacifier into her mouth and pushed down on the shield twice. The rubber teat inflated just enough to give Kimi something to suckle on, or even chew on, if she felt so inclined. The cool bulb did feel nice against her hot, throbbing gums. So, she simply started suckling on the orb shaped intruder. Then, she started rubbing her gums against the thing before taking a bite. One suckle. One chewy bite. One slurp. Another bite on her rubbery binky followed by more suckling. While Kimi soothed her sore gums, Jack and the Amazons heard a literal symphony of suckling as the professional business woman from Earth took to her soother like a teething two year old. The newly crowned mother felt her lips twitch into a subtle grin. Breaking one of her newest subjects was turning out to be a lot easier than she anticipated. "At least one of my daughters is going to be a good girl for mommy." "Indeed. Kimi is behaving like a little angel." The woman clad in the white lab coat agreed as she handed over the content little woman who was happily sucking away on her binky. Now with two diapered Littles on each hip, the Madam of Misery, as she was called by her competitors, boarded the elevator. "Have a good day, Madam President!" Rebecca's voice could be heard as the elevators doors sealed shut. To Be Continued... This is a commission I wrote for my favorite married couple on my Patreon. Hopefully, you guys enjoy this as it's a very dark tale. I'll be updating it fairly often, but if you can't wait for the next update then why not pledge to my Patreon so you can read the entire story? It's only $5 dollars to read what took a year to write. It's Christmas time. Why not spoil yourself with a membership to my Patreon? You're worth $5 dollars, aren't you? https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

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Chapter 2: Diving into the Dark Maya stood next to her Hyundai Sonata Sport on the side of the road as a cool breeze blew dust up around her blue car. She stood undeterred, her black latex suit keeping her warm and camouflaged while she surveyed the building in front of her through her binoculars. Despite it being two in the morning, the building was well lit by strategically positioned floodlights and stood roughly four football fields away from her current position. Judging on the paint and window design, it looked fairly new, maybe five years old, if that. It made sense to Maya that a Corporation would have their research institute in such a remote area. Fewer people meant less questions and, hopefully, that translated into less guards on site. However, she would have to get closer to know just how many guards were outside. She grabbed a small satchel and started walking down the road, leaving her blue car abandoned for the time being. She had no reason to worry about it giving her away or even being towed. Unlike some of her past jobs, she was literally in the middle of the countryside. The closest place resembling civilization was over ten miles away and the surrounding area was mostly open fields with a lone cattle ranch just off the highway. This afforded her a bit of comfort. In the past she had to abandon quite a few rental cars while overseas. Ducking behind a healthy patch of shrubbery, Maya pulled out her night vision goggles and peered over the unkempt foliage. She focused her goggles on two guards in front of the building and she could only assume that a third was in the gate house which allowed workers and trucks to enter the property. One of the guards started walking away from the front of the building and stopped just outside the square shaped outpost. Her hunch was correct. A third guard came out from his post and started talking to the guy from the front of the research facility. She had seen this before, but normally it took a night or two of scouting until she was able to actually find out when the guards would relieve each other. It was exactly as her disgruntled contact had said; they were switching shifts. 'Alright, anonymous. You've earned your three percent.' Maya kept low to the ground, and crawled into a natural depression in the land. If she had to guess, it was probably a ditch carved out from the occasional storm, but on this night it was her hiding place provided free of charge by nature herself. She waited patiently for the last guard to take off for the night. She didn't know if she was waiting for an engine or the tail tale sound of four wheels to give her the go ahead, but she hoped for the former and not the latter. An engine was obvious, an electric car gave less hints that it was leaving. However, the sound of a closing car door gave her hope that this guy was about to drive home. A low, electronic hum was the only clue she was given as the guard went through the gate. She waited until he was outside the property line to crouch and scope out her surroundings one last time. The new guard was sitting happily in his shed and the other guy was gone. It was possible that he was patrolling the property, but she knew better than to think that. Most guards had to sign in and nine times out of ten were stationed in front of a bank of monitors to stare at security feeds until their hourly patrol came up. That being said, she had no way of knowing if another person was watching the cameras already, but she had to make her move before these guys could settle in for the night. The young Asian woman scaled the tall, aluminum chain link fence and dropped down from the other side onto the paved parking lot like a whisper. A quick glance in each direction told her that the coast was clear. She had no idea where the guards were, but they weren't anywhere knew her and that wasn't a bad thing. From her car side reconnaissance, she could tell that there were only a few cameras and they were all pointing at the gate. Not entirely unheard of, especially since this building was in the middle of nowhere, but she was worried that there were more in the back. She quickly ran while crouched across the pavement, circumnavigating the perimeter of the building until she reached the back of the structure. Not wanting to push her luck, she hid next to a dumpster and only dared to peek out once she caught her breath. The backside of the building was completely vacant. She looked up and couldn't believe her eyes; there was no camera on the coroner of the building! "Not even a single camera." Maya muttered to herself with a grin. Even though luck was on her side, she still played it cool and cautiously traversed the back of the building only stopping once she saw her point of entry; a vent cover seven feet in the air. 'For a facility that was building such advanced artificial intelligence systems, you'd think they would at least have a camera next to their vents, but every building has a weakness and I just found it! This is going to be way too easy. Maybe I'll contact these guys a few weeks from now and offer them a free risk assessment and security consultation.' That last thought almost made Maya laugh out loud, but the young lady kept her emotions in check while she climbed up a drain pipe that passed right next to the ventilation duct. Despite looking like a dainty Asian woman, Maya had the upper body strength to hold herself up while she worked on the vent cover. With her right hand grasped firmly on the drainpipe, she used her left hand to unscrew each screw which held the cover in place. That's all it took; a simple screwdriver. That was all Maya needed to get the air vent cover off and into the air vent. Normally, she would replace the cover, but this place was so relaxed that she didn't even bother. If she played her cards right, she could get in and out and be back at home before dawn! She used her left arm as leverage and worked her way face first into the small space. Once inside the vent her slender, latex covered body slithered through the dusty ventilation duct, searching for the first room. She almost passed it by when her thigh grazed the metallic slits which allowed air to circulate through the system. Even though it was pitch black, she was confident that this was the right vent. Her anonymous contact had said as much. Reaching into her satchel, Maya pulled out her night vision goggles and popped them back on. With the press of a button she instantly received visual confirmation of the cover. With expert care and attention, she removed the cover and pulled it inside the vent. Just like the vent outside, she wouldn't be putting it back on until she was leaving. 'Here goes nothing.' Maya dropped down into the darkness, landing on her feet into a kneeling position when her night vision goggles went pure white. The blinding white light caused Maya to instinctively clench her eyes shut as her arm went up to her face to shield her eyes when it brushed up against the NVG unit still strapped to her head. She moved her hand to pull it off, but felt the grasp of a strong stranger's hand grip her wrist! "Fuck!" The Asian woman shouted as she realized that she had been caught. Still blinded and unable to see where the guard was standing, Maya waited for an order to be issued before striking out blindly at the man who had grabbed her. However, no orders were ever given to her as she stood there, biding her time. All she got for her patience was another hand grabbing her other wrist. Whoever was trying to arrest her was either a mute or- "BABY IS FEMALE. APPROXIMATE AGE TO BE DETERMINED." Maya furrowed her brows when the computerized voice ceased speaking. "I'm a full grown woman!" Maya shouted before adding, "what the hell is even going on here?" Maya's question went unanswered as the strong hands holding her firmly by her wrist lifted her off of the ground. Driven by panic, the petite woman kicked out blindly, trying to kick whoever or whatever was holding her. Sadly for Maya, her feet never made contact with anything. All they did was flail wildly through the air until another pair of hands grabbed her by her ankles. The young woman could hear a slight humming noise as she was held with her arms and legs spread out in a star shaped pose. "SCANNING COMPLETED. BABY GIRL IS DRESSED INAPPROPRIATELY FOR DAYCARE. ENGAGE DRESSING PROTOCOL!" Maya couldn't believe her ears. From what the strange voice had told her, she was going to be enrolled in some kind of daycare! To Be Continued... This is a commission I wrote for a client who wanted a sci fi slant to his diaper story. If you can't wait for the next update then why not pledge to my Patreon so you can read the entire story? It's only $5 dollars to read what took a year to write. Why not spoil yourself with a membership to my Patreon? You're worth $5 dollars, aren't you? https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

I'm be posting it in a few days. ----- Jack awoke with a start from what was possibly the most terrifying dream he had ever dreamt! He and his wife had been transported across time and space and delivered to a pitch black realm of sludge where machines performed unspeakable surgeries onto their bodies. If that was not bad enough, he could vividly recall that the autonomous metallic limbs had made him into a woman, but not just any woman; he was made into the spitting image of his wife. A stinging sensation assaulted his mouth as cold air passed over his throbbing gums. 'Jeez, the dentist must've done a number on me." At least, that's what his brain had directed his mouth to say, but when no words left his pulsating mouth, Jack started to panic. Another deep breath caused him to wince as he felt an unfamiliar weight on his chest rise and fall with every panic fueled breath he took. A series of cold beads spread across his forehead as Jack started to take in his surroundings: The blinding bright light from his dream was still present. He felt the caress of a nylon strap across his tight tummy as he tried to move his limbs. However, even his pinky finger refused to respond. 'No. That can't be! It was just a dream!' Jack turned his head to cast his gaze towards the right, towards where his Darling wife had been laying in the dream. Sure enough, there she was. Laying on a steel slab, clad in only a onesie that did nothing to hide her bulging diaper. 'It hadn’t been a nightmare at all. It was real!' "K-...K-...K-K-" The man turned woman stuttered, his heavy tongue having trouble getting the sound to leave his mouth. It didn't help that his gums were literally beating like a heartbeat. "Ki" Finally, Jack succeeded in yelling that simple syllable. The clacking of heels on tile alerted Jack to the fact that he had company. If the surgeries had been real and his breasts were real. That could only mean that… "These littles are called ABDLs, in their home dimension-" The familiar voice of that kind woman greeted his ears. "And what does that mean? What is an Abeedehol?" And there was that harsh, cruel voice. "It's an acronym. Stands for Adult Baby Diaper Lover and, believe it or not, they actually willfully dress like babies." "You're joking." "If I were joking then how have I been able to bring over so many Littles during the last week?" "I suppose that is a good point." The voice belonging to that cruel woman replied, and then paused, as if she was deep in thought. "And here I thought you were using those teleportation beacons to randomly grab them. How bizarre." "Yes, it is odd, but that just makes getting more of them a whole lot easier. I set up a dummy company and have started mailing these beacons in packages of diapers across their world. Once received and physically signed by one of the Littles, the beacon activates and-." "How ingenious. Tell me, how much is the operating budget you're working with?" Jack could feel his blood boil. He had been tricked into willfully coming here! The only thing worse than actually signing his life away was the realization that he had unintentionally brought Kimi here too.Jack couldn't help but feel guilty as he looked over at his wife. Suddenly, he realized that Kimi was starting to stir from her slumber. The loud voices booming off the walls definitely wasn't going to help the headache he knew she was going to awaken to. Kimi blinked her eyes and was greeted by the voice of that damn bitch from earlier. God, was this woman always so insufferable? Speaking of insufferable, her gums still hurt like hell. Why hadn’t she received any anesthetic or something?! Trying to take her mind off her nonexistent teeth and throbbing gums, Kimi slid her arms along the cold surface and tried to put weight on them to sit up. They barely started to shift when a severe spasm overwhelmed her arms, forcing her to lay back. Kimi fought back her tears as the unprovoked tremor triggered her anxiety. The sheer terror of being immoble crept through her thoughts. She couldn't even lift her head! Once the spasms subsided, she tried to move her limbs again and actually succeeded in getting a look around her immediate vicinity: sterile white walls surrounded her and to her left lay a naked woman who was staring back at her. 'That woman looks just like me! But, that can't be! It must be a mirror!' As Kimi shifted her weight to stare at the strange doppelganger across from her, the material of her onesie brushed up against her areolas. "Ugh" Kimi groaned. 'Why are my nipples so sensitive and sore!?" Without warning, the giantess with the huge hair, clad in the lavender business suit, filled Kimi's field of vision. "It looks like one of the twins has finally woken up." A shuffling of papers filled the air for a brief moment. "That one is the original female. The one you got to watch come out of the synthetic womb." "Yes, that was rather interesting. I'm sure future prospective mothers will pay extra for a freshly 'born' little." The woman stared down at Kimi, almost studying her. "I thought it might help Littles acclimate better to their new future. That's one of the reasons why I designed the surgical treatment to be down in such an environment. It simulates a womb to the Little while giving the mother or father a chance to fully customize their baby. Then, once the procedure is complete, they're born into our world." Kimi could feel her nether region moisten as the doctor's explanation suddenly made her remember the incredible experience she had endured earlier that day; she had been born again! It was an odd fantasy to have, one she could never really share with anyone else, but for as long as she could recall, she had wanted to be reborn. No, it wasn't like when some people have a religious experience or find God. Not at all like that. Kimi had long fantasized about being pushed out of another woman. Being able to experience first hand what it was like to be born. To be forced out of the birth canal like an obese woman going down a slip and slide at a water park. Well, maybe not exactly like that, Kimi realized as she ignored the giants talking about her overhead. Kimi found herself zoning out. Her thoughts taking her back to the beginning of her bizarre adventure. One moment, she was screaming in her living room as an intense brightness threatened to obliterate her from existence as she knew it. Then, everything had gone black as darkness filled her vision with its inky embrace. Her whole body was surrounded by fluid, her feminine form floated, curled tightly into a ball, bobbing gently in her embryonic sphere. There was no air, no oxygen to breath, and yet, Kimi was at peace; she could breathe better than at any other point in her life. For a few bliss filled moments, Kimi was at peace with the universe. Her wildest dream, what she secretly yearned to experience, had been achieved. She didn't bother herself with thoughts of how or why. It could've been a very lucid dream or something more. She didn't care if she was dead or had been abducted by beings from beyond her terrestrial realm. She was living her dream. It wasn't until a pair of unseen intruders forced their way into her mouth, thus shattering her zen, that she started to question what was going on. A stiff rod pressed down onto her tongue, holding it still as another instruments clamped onto one of her teeth. Kimi tried to bring her hands to her mouth, but the fluid weighed her limbs down, neutralizing her ability to interfere with the procedure. The young professional was definitely startled by this turn of events, but she wasn't panicking until a sicking crack echoed throughout her skull. As tooth after tooth was ripped from her mouth, Kimi found herself struggling against an unknown force which had grabbed her legs. Suddenly, an eerily sinister sound pierced the murky fluid as her limbs began to twitch and spasm. Someone, or more likely something, was performing surgery on her legs! Kimi had no way of knowing that, due to her sex, she required less surgical modifications when compared to her husband; Jack. Maybe it was this fact that had kept her conscious throughout the tortuous manipulations the machines wrought unto her body. She would never know, but somehow she had managed to stay alert during the procedure, never succumbing to the agonizing pain and terror that rocked her body and mind. What happened to her next, after she had the physical manifestation of hell, was something that she had never expected to experience. The enclosure she was held in seemingly began to shrink. Even after experiencing it, Kimi lacked the right perspective to accurately explain what happened next. It was as if the fluid had grown stiff and rubbery. Before she knew what was happening, her body felt the oddly soft material cushioning her, surrounding her closely on all sides. She wasn't feeling claustrophobic when it happened. No, far from it. The wet world that had imprisoned her ceased to exist as she felt her body being forced into an odd round corridor. The young woman recalled vividly how cramped it was and how she had to wriggle in that confined, tight space. How the walls throbbed at random while simultaneously pushing her closer towards the light. Without warning, she was pushed out into the cold, sterile air, dumped onto a padded surface with a grunt. She had been unceremoniously relinquished from the dark damp womb. There was no fanfare. No doctor to declare her sex to a proud mother. No slap on the ass to get her to cry, thus proclaiming to the world she was alive. She wasn't even wiped clean of the unlock fluid which clung to her skin. Still, despite the lack of a traditional reception, Kimi had just experienced the closest thing to being born again. And yes, it was better than anything she could've ever imagined. Despite the fact that her limbs hurt like hell and her mouth was ablaze with pain, it was worth it. In her mind, she would've done it all over again for another trip through that insane ride. As the minutes ticked by, the euphoric high she rode started to wane. Now, free from the hold of her artificial womb, Kimi found herself curious as to where she was. She tried to open her eyes, but the room was simply much too bright for her light deprived eyes. How long had she been floating in that inky abyss? "She will do nicely." A frost-laden voice, both emotionless and calculating declared. Without warning, the latex touch of massive, gloved hands, grabbed her, hoisting her naked body up into the air. Kimi felt her legs leaving the ground as she was held up from underneath her arms. The hands which held weren't the size of her body, but they definitely were large enough to make her feel like she was the size of a small child. Kimi recalled what happened next with apt lucidity. She would never forget it for the rest of her life. When she finally forced her eyes to open, she came face to face with a literal giant! "It's okay, sweetie. Don't be scared." The giant dressed in a lab coat cooed down at Kimi. Her mind was simply so overwhelmed by what stared back at her that it shut down, sending the poor young woman into a state of unconsciousness. To Be Continued... This is a commission I wrote for my favorite married couple on my Patreon. Hopefully, you guys enjoy this as it's a very dark tale. I'll be updating it fairly often, but if you can't wait for the next update then why not pledge to my Patreon so you can read the entire story? It's only $5 dollars to read what took a year to write. It's Christmas time. Why not spoil yourself with a membership to my Patreon? You're worth $5 dollars, aren't you? https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

That's a big honor, thank you! There's still plenty of darkness left before it pans out to humiliation. I'll be updating this story in a few days. Would love to get more feedback from everyone else who has read this story.

You're not alone. I was in awe of this story when I thought it was in the Diaper Dimension. However, I'm pretty sure it's on Earth in the future. That's the only way to really explain why there's a system for abdls and regression based adoption (kidnapped victims). Plus, yeah, the super strong women and giant medical equipment used to care for adult newborns. That kind of seems like something that would definitely be in the future or something. Quick question for the author, how come we never met Olive May in the maternity ward? Will there be a flashback from Olive May in her incubator or something like that showing her time with Lulu and Willa? Would explain her past a bit more and her adoption. I believe you said she faked her regression? How did she trick the pediatrician?

Thanks, I'm glad it was interesting enough to get your attention. I'll be posting another update in a few days to expand upon the introduction soon.

Jack opened his eyes, only to slam them shut immediately as his sensitive pupils were bombarded by a very bright light shining down on him. Once his eyes were shielded from the light, he feels an unfamiliar weight on his chest. It hurts to move even an inch, but despite the light, he has to see what's sitting on his upper body. This time, Jack slowly opened his eyes again, trying to let them gradually adjust to the light. The damn thing was just too bright and he had to close his eyes again. It reminded him of those lamps they use during dental procedures when his dentist would work on his- His teeth! Jack ran his tongue across his inflamed gums, finding nothing but puffy gums and small pockets and craters dotting his now toothless mouth. Somehow he already knew they were gone, but it was still very shocking to discover what these beasts had done to his mouth! If they had literally ripped out every tooth he owned, then what did they do to his chest?! He had to know! Jack opened his eyes once more, determined to see what other changes had been done to him. The light was simply too bright for his eyes. That damn murky water must've have really done a number on them! With what strength he had, Jack tried to turn on his side, to get away from the light, but he simply can't move. He could feel the harsh embrace of thick straps holding his arms and legs down to the table he was lying on. The table is ice cold beneath him, probably metal? 'Where the hell am I?' Jack could only wriggle his tired and pain addled body. This squirming caused every muscle to ache and cry out in pain For some bizarre reason, he could feel the unknown weight resting on his chest move with his squirms. It felt like jello jiggling on his chest. No, whatever it was, it was now apart of him! Straining both his neck and his eyes, he lifted up his head to get a better look at himself. Suddenly, two perky feminine areolas came into view. They were pointing towards the ceiling, hard as rocks from the chill of the room as they sat atop two decent sized breasts. This unexpected discovery startled him enough to recoil and utter a decidedly unmanly squeak of shock. He definitely didn't have these tits this morning! The full body spasm from discovering his new breasts made Jack aware of something else that didn’t feel right. Now, the penis doesn't exactly weigh a lot, but a man can always tell if it's resting against a table or….not. Jack realized that he didn't he feel the familiar weight of his balls resting on the table. Nor did he feel the familiar caress of his dick brushing up against his thigh. A beeping came from the monitoring system that he had been hooked up to, telling the room that his blood pressure was rapidly increasing from stress or shock. "AHHHH!" Jack let erupt from his chest a most angered and feminine cry. "Shut that brat up!" A harsh voice demanded. "Calm down, little one. I've got something to take away the pain you're feeling." Another voice cooed to him in a soft tone. Jack craned his head backwards to see where these voices were coming from until he saw the source of the soothing voice; a massive woman stood directly behind him holding a syringe. Panicked now, Jack summons every ounce of strength in his body to break loose from his bonds. Sadly, much like a child pretending to be the Incredible Hulk; nothing happened. "Aaagghhh!" "This will only hurt for a minute." The stranger stated as she bent over his arm and injected him with the mysterious contents of the syringe. Instantaneously, his body felt bathed in a chemically induced warmth; everything felt great! Jack felt no pain. He didn't even care about his new tits or the fact that his cock and balls were probably history. No, he was simply content to lay there on the steel slab and watch this wonderful Goddess of kindness do her work. "I want you to do something about those horrible cries!" That one harsh voice exclaimed. "Don't worry, Madam President. I will." "Good. I don't care if you have to rip their vocal cords out. I am not going to listen to that all day long!" "Leave it to me, I'll make sure that they cannot make a sound above a certain octave." "You better." Jack could barely focus on the conversation. He was simply too out of it to make sense of the words, but he did notice something that captured his eye. Across from where he lay, he could make out the slumbering form of his beloved wife, Kimi. She looked no different than this morning save for the fact that she too was laying on a table in the nude like he was. However, her cheeks did look a little puffy and she had a long bandage running down her leg like someone had cut her or something. This fact only mildly irritated him. The chemical cocktail he was absorbed in prevented him from becoming angry. At the very least, in his medically induced haze, Jack took comfort in the fact that Kimi was still with him. Between the warmth of the drugs and the fact that his wife was safe; relatively safe, Jack succumbed to his growing drowsiness. To Be Continued... This is a commission I wrote for my favorite married couple on my Patreon. Hopefully, you guys enjoy this as it's a very dark tale. I'll be updating it fairly often, but if you can't wait for the next update then why not pledge to my Patreon so you can read the entire story? It's only $5 dollars to read what took a year to write. It's Christmas time. Why not spoil yourself with a membership to my Patreon? You're worth $5 dollars, aren't you? https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

Chapter 1: The Trap Is Set It wasn't Wallace's first visit to the dark web. He had been studying various underground information trading sites and exploring the denizens who routinely frequented said sites. He learned quickly the difference between a hacker who did their job from a computer and their more ambitious industrial espionage counterparts. Unlike a hacker, these individuals actually infiltrated property in the flesh instead of from the relative safety of a keyboard and stole physical data to sell to the highest bidding. It was these modern cat burglars who Wallace sought out and tried to make contact with. He wasn't with the government or anything as glamorous as that. No, he was simply an inventer who was programming and designing one of the most complex artificial intelligence systems ever conceived for domestic applications. If his vision was realized, it would revolutionize childcare for centuries to come. His Corporate beneficiaries understood how groundbreaking his automated daycare facility could become and had funded him handsomely. And yet, they balked at the idea of letting him hire someone to test his system or the nursery itself. They had acted like he wanted to use an actual baby! Of course, one day he would need to test it out on an actual infant. After all, that was the target demographic, but before he could even think of doing that, he had to prove that his machine could care for a person safely. He was confident that his AI was up to the job and was ready to correct any mistakes that it might make during the testing phase, but first he needed a guinea pig. Which was why he was on the dark web seeking out someone dumb enough to trick into breaking into his nursery. He had just finished writing out a juicy little tidbit of information about a revolutionary piece of technology that was housed in Cherry Blossom Labs. The post was both simple and yet ingenious; posing as a disgruntled technician, Wallace had dropped a lot of inside information about the company to appear legitimate, but not enough to actually damage the company itself. The bait was truly something any modern corporate information shark would be a fool to pass up. He said that the system was a state of the art AI programmed to care for children and had the potential to be adapted for use in senior care facilities. Playing it cool, he made sure to ask for a modest twenty five percent finder's fee payable to him in bitcoin when the AI was sold. Wallace sat back in his chair, waiting for someone to take the bait. Maya sat on her bed, bored and hungry for the next big score. Okay, maybe that was a bit of exaggeration on her part. She wasn't a bank robber, but the high she got from breaking into a closely guarded building was only topped by the money she made when she found the appropriate buyer for her illegally acquired acquisition. She hadn't had any real jobs installing security systems in about a month now and she was definitely starting to feel the pinch in her purse with rent being due in roughly ten days time. She hadn't had many security contracts in her normal line of work due to the economic slowdown and desperately needed something that would sell fast and cover her rent for the rest of year. Her ten thousand dollar a month oceanfront condo wasn't exactly paying for itself. She clicked through random outlets, hunting for information that could lead her to her next payday. Each potential lead she found looked promising, but would probably need to be sat on for a while before the heat cooled down. That, and some of the companies were on the other side of the world. She loved jet setting, but only when she could afford it and justify going on an impromptu vacation afterwards. Her routine was fairly streamlined by this point in her thirty year old life; she would steal some interesting invention or prototype and hawk it before disappearing for months at a time. Her ability to just vanish back to her Coastal condo had kept her from ever being caught. The last "heist" was a way for to see her ancestral homeland. She landed in Tokyo, checked out some temples and did the tourist thing before breaking into a company to steal a prototype for a diaper which could alert a smartphone when it was wet or dirty. Who bought it? Who cares. Probably Proctor and Gamble or Kimberly Clark, but that didn't matter to Maya. All that mattered was that It paid the bills nicely for the past year while she cherry picked certain security contracts to stay sharp. It wasn't much, but the money she had made installing security systems helped cover herself until she ran out of potential jobs and found herself on the verge of going broke. "Well, what do we have here…" Maya said to herself, a smiling forming on her face as she read a fascinating bit of insider information from a disgruntled employee. Maya had to admit that it was a very promising lead and, after a quick search of Cherry Blossom Labs, the icing on the proverbially cake was the location of said labs; fifty miles away. Normally, she would like to keep a bit of distance between herself and her potential target, but the idea of an artificial intelligence that could literally be used for both children and the elderly made it hard to pass up. She was a bit surprised that it was being developed by such a relatively unknown company, but that only made such an opportunity more tantalizing for her. "It's like taking candy from a baby." Maya chuckled to herself as she accessed a program that forced itself to pop up on the disgruntled employee's computer. "What's this?" Wallace furrowed his brow as he spotted something that looked like an old messaging panel pop up on his screen. "I'll give you 15% of the sell on the AI." 'Looks like I have a bite.' Wallace thought with a grin as he typed his reply into the seemingly archaic chat box. "I know when the guards change shifts and I'm not taking less than 25% for the sale." Maya licked her lips. This was looking very promising, but she had to at least get the tipster to take a break on the cut. "I'll give you 20% and have it wired to your bitcoin account by the end of the month." Wallace was going to ask the mysterious person how they knew his information, but stopped shy of asking. He didn't want whoever it was on the other end asking for an account. He didn't need them digging into his personal information like that. Luckily, he didn't need to worry about this computer being hacked, it was just for watching movies and playing music on. "Alright, you drive a hard bargain. I'm only giving in since I'm sick of my boss and want to fuck him over before I quit. This payout will pretty much be my severance package." Wallace typed in, hoping to divert the stranger's attention away from requesting financial information and to legitimatize his own position. Maya's eyes opened up in shock by the response. She started rapidly typing in her reply. "DONT QUIT!" She wrote in all caps before adding; "It'll look suspicious if you just take off after a major theft. Just stay put, the money will cushion the bullshit you go through at work until you take off a few months later." Wallace was actually pleasantly surprised by the response. He didn't expect his potential test subject to be so intelligent. Whoever he was talking to could potentially try to outsmart his AI which would only help it grow. "Damn. I didn't think of that. Yeah, okay, I'll take 23% to stay put until the heat dies down." Maya read the reply with a sigh. Whoever she was chatting with was determined to get their cut, but three percent more than what she wanted to give them wasn't going to break the bank. Yeah, it was probably going to be the difference between a half million by a few hundred grand, but she didn't want to argue about it all night. The sooner she could get to her car, the sooner could get to the lab, break in and get the harddrive the AI was stored on. "Fine. I'll give you 23% for the location of the computer and the times when the guards switch shifts." Wallace had his test subject right where he wanted them! "Deal!" He typed in and then added; "They switch shift at 3am in the office near the front. The AI is stored on a computer that is in the test facility located in the back of the building and everything is turned off at night so don't worry." After he hit the send button he realized that the person on the other end might wonder what he meant by "test facility" so he rapidly replied; "It's pitch black at night so you won't be seen." Maya cracked her knuckles and replied; "They'll never see me coming. You can count on that." 'They're cocky, whoever they are.' Wallace thought as he wheeled away from his entertainment computer and over to his work computer. He quickly accessed the test nurseries programming routine and turned it on. The room itself would remain shrouded in darkness, just as he promised, but his AI would be on and waiting for its first "baby" to take care of. Wallace wheeled back over to the computer with the pop up window and saw that the mysterious thief had logged off, but the last message basically said that they would keep in touch until the AI was sold and he was paid. "Well, it looks like the trap is set." To Be Continued... This is a commission I wrote for a client who wanted a science fiction slant to his diaper story. If you can't wait for the next update then why not pledge to my Patreon so you can read the entire story? It's only $5 dollars to read what took a year to write. It's Christmas time. Why not spoil yourself with a membership to my Patreon? You're worth $5 dollars, aren't you? https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

That's what my client said too. There's a severe lack of classic style Diaper Dimension stories where the Amazons get high off of tormenting Littles. Don't get me wrong, there's plenty of great stories out there where the Littles are not harmed, but Princess Potty Pants showed us a world where all kinds of women exist who seemingly cannot go a day without humiliating, degrading or otherwise dehumanizing the small people that they share their world with. My story gets pretty dark and then becomes more humiliating and then switches back to being dark again. I'm working on a pretty wild epilogue right now.