Cya

Yeah, I'm starting to see how Lulu ended up being lobotomized at the end of Willa's story. It's been a very dark amd enjoyable journey so far.

It only makes sense in the contect of the anime because Ayeka is the most immature person in that house. Seriously, there were episodes where Sasami behaved more maturely than her older sister which brings up another point... how old are these babies Ryoko and Ayeka have? Shouldn't Ayeka be treated the same age as her new daughter so she can experience what it's like being that young?

This has some potential. I like how there's a triangle of characters forming who want to make the protagonist a baby after only two chapters. However, she must be in the Diaper Dimension equivalent of New York or California to get away with having wet panties in public and not getting adopted on the spot. Seriously, it's an interesting concept to have some Littles already wandering around in diapers and yet they're still independent. Definitely a unique idea in an already unique universe. Keep up the good work!

I'm loving her descent into infancy, but how can she be so stupid? Cookie literally told her that the Hawthorne's did this to herself and Sugar. It couldn't be more obvious that the two girls aren't consenting. That being said, this was a strong chapter and I'm very excited to see how things go from here!

I'm very interested in this story; the concept is very good and I'm enjoying it. However, I have no clue what's next. Something tells me Ayeka will be the "youngest" baby soon. Keep up the good work!

That was a cute chapter. When does their friend Aqua show up? XD

I don't want to self advertise here, but I've been told that I write very detailed stories. Personally, there's just something about writing out every step of a diaper change; its so much better than glossing over it. I'd also recommend AusDpr. He does detailed changes too.

Sure, I'd be honored if you did.

Here's the exciting conclusion that you've all been waiting for! If you have been reading along since the beginning and have made it this far without commenting then I'd love to hear from you! Please let me know what you think about this crazy tale and what you enjoyed most about it. Your feedback helps me know what I should write more of. --- Slowly, agonizingly slowly, everything came into focus as Lindsey opened her eyes. She was in an all white room with shelves and counters that looked like it had once been an operating room at one point in time. The floor was tiled in a brilliant shade of white save for a few specs of red which randomly dotted the floor. Her visual exploration of the room was interrupted when the familiar face of Dr. Parker looked down at her. The doctor pulled off her mask which was speckled in red dots and smiled. “Have you noticed anything new?" Lindsey furrowed her brow and brought her tongue to the front of her mouth to position it behind where her front teeth were only to find them missing! Her eyes shot open in pain as she ran her tongue over her lumpy, inflamed gums that had rows of stitches sealing them shut. Every time her tongue touched a new section of her gums her nerve endings cried out in throbbing pain. The only thing worse than her teeth being gone was how her gums still vibrated from the random inflows of blood; she was literally teething from that stupid gel but had no teeth! "Aww, sorry to wake you up, Lin Lin, but I had to see the look on your face when you realized that I took out all of your little teefies." Dr. Parker laughed deeply, drinking in the young woman's misery like a fine wine. "Taaah fwwaak!?" Lindsey's felt her face contort in a mixture of pain and confusion. She could speak before being knocked out even if it was with a heavy lisp, but now she couldn't even understand what she was trying to say. It sounded exactly like baby babble! A diabolical grin spread across the doctor's face. "Looks like you found the little surprise I gave you." "Waaah?" A long line of saliva flowed from her toothless mouth, pouring onto the large plastic dental bib which protected her chest from getting wet. "Yeah, I decided to listen to Mindy and shut you up for good; I fixed your vocal cords, sweetie." Lindsey felt her eyes narrow as her veins filled with murderous rage; she was going to kill this bitch! Using every ounce of strength she could muster, the diapered and toothless twenty one year old tried to sit up, but the moment she attempted to lunge forward a tight strap dug into her chest, keeping her firmly in place. Even her arms were pinned down! "Fwaaakin biiiiiitttt!" Lindsey screamed at the top of her lungs, not caring that her important rage sounded just like a baby's screams. "It's been fun toying with you but I have a schedule to keep and you're making me run late." Lindsey watched her tormentor vanish from her view. She reacted by shouting and thrashing about on the long dental recliner she was strapped down into. It was a waste of energy, but she wanted to make this as hard for this bitch as humanly possible. "Hold still or I might miss the vein." The demented woman warned her, but Lindsey didn't give a fuck! "Fwwwaaaaacccc yuuuuuu!" A sharp sting pierced her neck once again but this one didn't feel the same as the last one. She wasn't becoming tired nor was the room spinning. However, her cries of anger rapidly grew into wails of need and hunger as her body started to move on its own! She could feel her toes and fingers curling, her hands balling up into fists as she cried like the tiniest of infants. Despite being unable to control her body her mind seemed the same. She wasn't mystified by the lights that hung from the ceiling like the retards in that playroom and she didn't have a desire to suck on her toes like Gwen obviously had; her thoughts seemed normal. "Mindy, I need you to come down here with the stroller; it's time." She could still understand English, which was a plus, but what had that crazy bitch done to her body? Lindsey tried to regain control of her limbs which only caused her to shift her hips, rubbing the slick outer shell of her disposable diaper against the waterproof surface of the dental chair. It was at that moment that Lindsey realized that her diaper was actually full of shit! She couldn't even grimace as she felt every inch of her privates coated in the cooling filth of yesterday's dinner! "Do you want me to change her?" The familiar voice of Mindy filled her ears as the two women started talking behind her back. "No, I originally wanted to deliver Lin Lin yesterday, but I'm running behind schedule." The doctor seemingly paused to think about something before she resumed speaking. "Have Gwenny and Jessie been loaded into the SUV yet?" "Paula and Estelle are bringing them down to the loading bay as per my orders." "Good, we can load her up and drop off all three of them tonight. This little pain in my ass wasted so much of my time that I almost wasn't able to do Gwenny's facial surgery." Dr. Parker glared over at the back of Lindsey's head bitterly. "You're lucky she didn't bite off the tip of your finger." Mindy replied sharply. Her tone had a hint of admonishment in it as she started unstrapping Lindsey from the dental recliner. "It didn't stop me from doing my job!" Dr. Parker shot back defensively before lowering her tone of voice. "Thanks again for using the strong stuff on her. Knocking her out for a few days really gave me the time I needed to work on the other girls. And Gwenny is finally all healed up too." "I am your head nurse for a reason." Mindy winked and proceeded to lift the squirming form of Lindsey from the chair. "Isn't it kind of poetic that they're all going home today? "What do you mean?" Dr. Parker asked, watching her second in command deposit the drooling Lindsey into the oversized stroller. "Didn't Gwenny and Lin Lin show up on the same night?" Mindy inquired as she buckled a babbling Lindsey into the stroller. "I actually got both Gweny and her older sister about ten days ago, but Gwenny was so desperate to save her sister that she offered up Lin Lin to me on a silver platter. That being said, you do have a point about it being poetic; all three girls will be delivered on the same morning." "Daaaat biiiiihhh a gooooo." Lindsey whined as her tongue twisted and moved on it's own, distorting what she had intended to say. Being reminded of her friend's betrayal filled her heart with venomous rage, but she was powerless to act on her anger as the fat nurse pushed her stroller into the hallway. "They're lucky they all get to be returned to their families." Mindy noted. "If the agency didn't give you free reign to silence the leaker, they would've been adopted out to different homes." "That's true." Dr. Parker nodded as they walked down the hallway. "I just wish I could be there to see the look on their parent's faces." "Gwen's parents will certainly be surprised when they open their front door and discover twin baby girls resting on their doorstep in fully packed pampers." Mindy couldn't stop herself from laughing. Dr. Parker laughed. "Yeah, I've always wanted to do that to a pair of girls, but I've never had the opportunity before now." Lindsey was getting sick of hearing these bitches talk about their sick procedures. It would've been nice if they just knocked her out, but such a mercy was obviously too good for her. All along Lindsey knew that this crazy cunt was full of shit. Sure, the gal had given her a permanent throb in her gums and a lisp, but she still had her adult thoughts which proved to her that the others had all been too weak to withstand the drugs that were pumped into them. It was a pathetic consolation prize for all she had endured, but at least she was right. Upon seeing the SUV appear when they passed through the last set of double doors Lindsey realized that this was her final chance to try to escape. She waited for the nurse to bend over and unclip her seat from the stroller and lift her up. The moment the rotund woman was leaning over her she tried kicking her legs like crazy. Sadly, all this did was make her feet pedal like a baby. Her limp, babish kicks against the nurse's big boobs did nothing more than make the woman laugh. It didn't knock the woman onto her back. It didn't even make her annoyed. Regardless of what Lindsey wanted, she still found herself being moved over to the backseat of the SUV and laid down next to where the other nurses had sat Gwen's car seat. Her former best friend was sucking on her thumb, laying back in her carseat lightly snoring. The poor woman looked just like her older sister now. If it wasn't for the small tattoo that Gwen had on her neck, Lindsey wouldn't have been able to tell them apart. A muffled fart came from the girl laying next to Gwen and the next thing she knew, the whole backseat stunk like shit. "Smells like one of the baby's pooped their pampers." A voice came from the front of the SUV. "They'll all be messy by the time we drop them off. Roll up the partition so we don't have to smell it." Dr. Parker ordered. The glass separator was rolled up, trapping Lindsey with the stench of a fully packed pamper that was sitting less than three feet away. It rapidly filled the air with little to no ventilation to remove the foul odor. Lindsey wanted to pinch her nose close but her motor skills had been so severely limited by the drug that the doctor had pumped into her that she could barely control how her fingers moved. She couldn't even touch her fingertips together! 'Damn it, Gwen. Did you really have to shit yourself?!' Lindsey sighed, knowing that it was going to be a very long and stinky car ride. An unexpected and unwanted pressure started to build up in her stomach, bubbling up slowly as it released itself in the form of foul smelling gas into the back of her already full diaper. Fearing that the worst was yet to come, Lindsey tried to clench her cheeks together in a futile attempt to suppress her farts, but it was no use. "Neeeeda baaaaafff wooooooom!" Lindsey declared in a desperate voice, drooling on herself as she tried to talk to the women in the front of the SUV, but the partition prevented her barely formed words from reaching their ears. She tried to speak again, but the more she attempted to talk, the more it kept coming out sounding like she was speaking a combination of drunken gibberish and nonsensical baby babble. Finally, after a rapid bout of flatulence, Lindsey felt a massive load slide into the back of Huggies. 'It's fucking everywhere!' Lindsey grumbled to herself as she was forced to lay in her own mess in the middle of the backseat, surrounded by Gwen and her older sister, Madison who were now both in dirty diapers like her own. It was bad enough that she couldn't even control her bowels anymore, but if they were going to make her into an overgrown baby then the least they could do was change her damn diaper. The fact that the women in the front knew that Gwen had shit herself and had ignored the girl greatly frustrated her. Since there was nothing the diapered college student could do to block the stench wafting around her, she decided that it was time to get some rest. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that the SUV was taking her to the bar as the steady hum of the engine lulled her to sleep. ---- A few hours later Lindsey awoke to the dawn's morning light kissing her puffed out cheeks. The college student looked around in confusion, finding herself waking up in a very different place from where she passed out. She was no longer in the back of the SUV in a comfortable oversized carseat. She was outside in the chill of the early morning! She lifted her twitching, rebellious hands to her swollen face and tried to rub the sleep from her eyes. It was very hard to control her hands, but the disorientation and mental fog she felt was beginning to diminish as her hands clumsily moved against her eyes. She could remember the back of the SUV and seeing the pink lights twinkling above her before passing out but why was she in the vehicle to begin with? Like a drunken epiphany it came to her in a flash of brilliance; she had been kidnapped and was experimented on by some crazy bitch that destroyed her body, leaving her trapped inside of her own flesh! She was starting to put the puzzle pieces in her mind together about how she had first ended up in the SUV before getting taken to the hospital when her hands moved down to her mouth on their own. Her fingers slid into her warm and throbbing mouth which eagerly accepted them. She was sucking on her hand like a giant retard and couldn't stop! Desperate to get her hand out of her mouth she could only mumble as her tongue inadvertently licked her fingers. "Uughh." Lindsey groaned as her mouth continued to suck on her. Deciding to ignore the weird, pleasurable feelings coming from her mouth the twenty one year old looked around at her surroundings. She was laying in what must've been a giant wicker basket with a pink blanket draped over her body. From what she could piece together the demented doctor and her fatass nurse planned on dropping her off at her parent's house. It made sense that they had delivered her under the cover of darkness since she recalled hearing her friends talking about how middle aged parents were finding giant wicker baskets containing their adult daughters. Even though she had heard about it all before, it still caught her off guard. Her body started rocking, her hips moving from side to side, causing her to feel the familiar bulk of her diaper crinkling as it shifted between her legs. That was the one thing that didn't surprise her since she had already spotted the large lump around her crotch underneath the fleece blanket. A hot gush of piss suddenly and unexpectedly shot out from between her legs, warming up the front of her pamper as it cascaded against the thick padding and sprayed over her sore, stinging skin, rekindling the rash that had developed over the past few hours. "Ahhhh, fwwaaakkk!" Lindsey cried out in pain as her hand flopped out of her mouth. Tears streamed down her swollen face as the pain consumed her mind and overwhelmed her thoughts. Everything went blank as her body took over. Her fists shook, her legs kicked spastically and her toothless mouth opened as she started bawling. It only took a few moments for the front door to open, revealing her mother dressed in a silk nightgown peering down at her. The startled look on her mother's face had quickly turned into a look of disappointment as she took in the sight of her youngest daughter laying in a giant wicker basket on her doorstep. "Honey, you better grab me a diaper from Angie's stack. Lindsey's home." The End

Caroline felt the huge hand of Zsófia wrap around her own and, before she knew it, the much taller woman was leading her out of the laboratory and down the hall. The Little Geneticist found herself having to speed walk just to keep up with her huge friend. Suddenly, they both came to an abrupt stop, Caroline found herself looking past the Amazon's legs to see the elevator's doors. Roughly a foot above her head, she heard Zsófia swipe her card and type a code into the security panel which granted them both entry into the elevator. As the doors closed, sealing them both into the glorified box, Caroline found herself looking up at the woman who was still holding her hand. Zsófia had punched in the code and swiped the card with her left hand, never letting her go. In the back of her mind, Caroline worried that this woman was getting a bit too attached to her, but the fact that she was taking her up to her room, and not to some nursery, helped mitigate her fears. It would've been nice if they had given Caroline her own card. 'Shit, Dr. Devereux didn't give me my card. "Umm, Zsófia?" The auburn haired little asked, tugging slightly at the giant woman's hand. "Yes, Caroline?" The much taller woman chirped. "I think we should go back to the lab." Zsófia gazed down at the little woman with a raised eyebrow. "Why would we do that? Don't you want to see your room?" "I do, but Dr. Devereux didn't give me a card for the elevator or my room." Caroline answered. Zsófia couldn't contain her laughter which caused Caroline to scowl slightly. "I didn't mean to laugh, but I've been assigned to help you out with those things." Zsófia explained. "But I don't want to bother you with all of that." "Nonsense. I wouldn't want you getting hurt by standing on your tiptoes or using a stepping stool or something silly like that. After all, I'm more than happy to take you to the elevator and accompany you to any place you have to go." The Amazon smiled. It was the same smile she had given her when Caroline had awoken on the shuttle bus. "Thanks, I guess." Caroline forced herself to smile back at the woman who would be accompanying her whenever she needed to go from now on. "Think nothing of it. Until you've finished your research, think of me as your bodyguard." The giantess winked down at the Little Geneticist. 'Bodyguard, huh? It sounds more like she's going to be my babysitter.' With a ding, the doors to the elevator opened and they were practically off to the races. Caroline had to kick it into high gear just to keep up with Zsófia who seemed excited. The hallway wasn't much longer than the one that led to the lab, but Caroline was almost out of breath by the time she found herself standing with her "bodyguard" in front of a huge door. Once more Caroline heard the swipe of a key card followed by the taping of fingers against a digital screen while her hand remained firmly in the much taller woman's grip. "Here we are! Your new home for the next few months!" Zsófia announced as they both walked over the threshold. For the first time since they had embarked on their journey through the facility, Caroline felt Zsófia relinquish her hand, allowing her to walk into the massive room on her own. It was a rather impressive room when you considered that it was meant for a scientist working for a foreign government. There were wooden floors beneath her feet, but Caroline wasn't entirely sure what kind of wood she was walking on. She had only ever known carpet and tile. The open layout led into the living room with a kitchen off to her left. As she ventured deeper into the huge space, she could see that the couches were made out of black leather. "Power on." The humongous flat screen TV that dominated the wall suddenly came to life at that moment, causing Caroline to crane her head up to see what was going on. It was perfectly positioned on the wall for an Amazon to enjoy, but Caroline could see that she would be able to watch it comfortably enough from the couch. "What do you think, Caroline? It's voice activated. Just tell it what you want to watch and it'll find it." "I like that." Caroline grinned. The thought of not having to change the channel without a remote made her feel more at ease. She didn't have to worry about accidently putting it on some show meant to destroy the minds of those poor souls trapped in diapers. Speaking of which, it looked like the TV was on a news channel showing the daily news and not some show meant for toddlers which was definitely a plus in her book. "I'm a bit jealous." Zsófia chuckled. "We soldiers don't exactly get to enjoy this level of luxury." Caroline turned away from the massive screen and looked over at Zsófia. "I keep forgetting that you're a soldier. Is it a ceremonial thing or have you seen combat?" "I've seen combat in regional conflicts, but Pannonia only goes in to assist our allies and I rarely get called into battle. The last few years have been peaceful save for the invasion of Ruthenia by our allies. We got the southern province for our assistance and they got to keep the Littles." Zsófia explained, her eyes looked sad as she finished speaking. "What do you mean when you say "keep the Littles?" I was under the impression that your nation was trying to abolish the practice of "adopting" Littles?" Caroline tried not to get too emotionally heated. "I shouldn't have said it like that. What I meant to say-" A cheerful, electronic jingle came from Zsófia's coat. "I have to answer this. Just a minute." The giantess turned away from Caroline and started walking towards the kitchen. Caroline couldn't make out who Zsófia was talking to, but it seemed rather serious. "I had no idea she-" "She was doing what?" You found that in her-" "Yes, I understand. I'll bring her down to see you immediately." Zsófia hung up the phone and slid it back into her pocket as she walked over to face the smaller woman. "That was Dr. Devereux. She wants to talk to you about your research and has requested your presence." "I see." Caroline replied. 'She's probably really impressed with what I've already accomplished in just an afternoon's worth of time. I can't wait to see what she has to sa-' Zsófia tugging on her arm, forcing her to come along interrupted Caroline's thoughts. She was already being dragged out the door by the time she realized just what was happening. It took a bit of effort but the Little Geneticist did her best to start jogging so she looked more like an adult and less like an unruly toddler being dragged by her babysitter. The last thing she needed was one of her new colleagues seeing her being pulled around like a brat. Finally, they were at the elevator door again and Caroline was afforded a moment to catch her breath. The card was swiped, the code was entered and just like before; Zsófia did it all without letting go of her hand. 'She must be ambidextrous.' Caroline realized as she was ushered into the elevator. Awkward silence filled the ten by ten cabin as it descended. For some reason, the normally restrained giantess seemed tense to Caroline. With nothing better to do, she looked up at the digital screen and noticed that they were going past the floor that the laboratory was on. "I don't want to sound rude, but I think we missed the floor that the lab is on." "We're not going to the research lab." A quiet voice answered. "The facility has a few subterranean areas and Dr. Devereux is currently waiting for you down here." Caroline wanted to ask Zsófia why Dr. Devereux was meeting her in a different part of the facility, but she barely had time to watch the doors slide open when Zsófia pulled her out of the elevator and into a long corridor. Caroline could barely keep up, but hustled alongside the giantess. Her breathing was getting heavy and it felt like the hallway would never end. "Can we please slow down?" Caroline heard herself shout. Zsófia's brisk pace suddenly came to a halt. "I apologize, Caroline. I didn't realize that I was walking so fast." The giantess looked down at her. "It's just that this part of the facility makes me feel so uneasy. I don't want to be down here any longer than is necessary." "Why does this place make you feel uneasy? What do they do down here?" "They do unnatural things down here; Terrible things." Zsófia instantly covered her mouth for a brief moment before lowering her voice, "I shouldn't have said anything. It's classified information and Dr. Devereux didn't exactly tell me why we're meeting her down here." "But I'm here researching the same genetic abnormalities as she is! It shouldn't be kept a secret from me!" "Shhh! Don't shout!" Zsófia crouched down in front of Caroline and looked her directly in the eyes. "Look, I can only say that your idea of a cure, and Dr. Devereux's cure, yield two completely different results. I just hope that you can solve the problem so Dr. Devereux's solution doesn't become the only one." Zsófia replied in a hushed voice. Caroline frowned and allowed Zsófia to resume leading her through the labyrinth-like series of hallways. The further they went into the building, the more anxious Caroline became as she thought about what Zsófia had said. The stillness and unknown purpose of this part of the facility seemed so eerie that it bothered Caroline to her core. It didn't help that they both were walking past doors every twenty feet that lined each side of the hallway with clipboards hanging from the windows. It felt more like a prison, or even a hospital, than a research facility. Her thoughts were running wild by the time they reached their destination; a pair of large doors which had no windows. "We're here." Caroline heard Zsófia announce into a little box on the wall next to the doors. "Bring her in." A voice replied in a neutral tone. A hiss of air could be heard as the doors opened. Caroline gazed into the huge room and realized that it looked like it belonged in some kind of hospital. Standing alone in the middle of the enormous space was Dr. Devereux. "Thank you for bringing her down here, lieutenant." The woman in the white lab coat smiled. Zsófia frowned. "I don't know why you would need to talk with her down here, but I hope that it won't be very long. This place gives me the creeps." Dr. Devereux chuckled. "After all this time you're still bothered by what we do down here?" "I don't think it has any medical value, but I suppose that's up to the government to decide." Zsófia shot back, her hand never leaving Caroline's. "Oh, but you're wrong. The government's main goal is to increase the population, but they have sanctioned my operations here since my research has shown that I can create Amazons out of some of our younger test subjects." Dr. Devereux grinned, her lab coat adding to her aura, making her seem like a mad scientist. Caroline felt her annoyance vanish when she heard what Dr. Devereux said. 'She's talking about creating Amazons from the test subjects!' It was so weird, they were talking about these things like she wasn't even in the room. "I see. I suppose that explains the last batch of volunteers, but who am I to judge what the government does?" Zsófia replied with a sigh. "Yes, a few preschools will be missing their little students for a few years, but what they will get in return will aid your nation in ways never before seen!" The scientist proclaimed. "Just what exactly are you doing down here?!" Caroline demanded. "Well, I was wondering when you would ask that question, Caroline." The giantess lowered her eyes to meet the smaller woman. "I will be happy to answer your questions in time, but there's an important matter that we must discuss first." Dr. Devereux turned her gaze back to Zsófia. "You're dismissed." Caroline felt Zsófia squeeze her hand tighter than she had ever felt her squeeze it before. Any harder and it might've broken a bone or two. "I'm not leaving without Caroline." Zsófia stated in a firm tone. "Lieutenant, I have business to discuss with Dr. Miller; classified business that's above your pay grade. I'll call for you when we're done down here." Dr. Devereux explained before adding, "you may leave now." Caroline felt Zsófia release her hand from her iron grip. She looked up at the Zsófia's face before the giant turned to leave. It might've been her mind, but Caroline could've sworn that there was sadness in those eyes. Dr. Devereux waited for the doors to close before she spoke. "I must admit that I'm very impressed with the progress you've made in a single day. It's truly phenomenal." "What can I say? Your computers are amazing! The processing power is really what helped me get so much done. I was able to do what would've normally taken me months to accomplish in my lab in just a single afternoon here. I think I ran something like twenty genome sequences an hour and then I cross checked the Amazon samples. Once I singled it down to native Pannonians, it all just fell into place. It was almost like I was playing connect the dots." Caroline boasted, a smile spreading slowly on her face as she noticed the look of surprise growing on her colleague's face. "But how is that possible?! I have an entire team under me who has been working on this for almost six months!" The giantess exclaimed. "I've dedicated my whole life to trying to help your kind have children and it is that dedication which has given me a rather unique perspective. I have studied the different regions of the world and have a unique perspective of how different Amazons operate on a genetic level. I want to see a world where all Amazons can have children; their own, biological children. If I had the proper tools, I dare say that I probably could have achieved that goal by now." Caroline explained, feeling oddly empowered. "My team has spent months trying to do what you have done in just a single day." Dr. Devereux repeated in a neutral tone, trying not to show any hit of emotion. "If it's any consolation to you, I'm happy to report that with my findings alone we can raise the Fertility rate up from twenty percent to at least thirty five percent." "I see." The giantess paused and walked over to where the little woman was standing. "I suppose this calls for a celebratory drink." Caroline was surprised to see that the doctor was reaching down to hand her a glass of red liquid. "I hope you don't mind drinking it out of a shot glass. It's the only thing that we have that you can drink out of." Dr. Devereux explained. "I don't mind. At least it's not a sippy cup." Both women laughed at Caroline's joke. "I still can't get over just how much you've accomplished in just a day. I should've been overseeing the research team instead of letting that old fool, Barbas, direct everyone." "He's not an old fool! He was trained to spot documented defects, not uncover unknown ones." Caroline stated defensively. "I personally believe that Dr. Barbas could've done what I've been doing if his professors didn't discourage him from seeking out the mysteries that exist in your genetic code when he was a young man." "I see, but he wasn't my choice. The Pannonia Government assigned him to my team." The taller woman replied, taking a sip from her own glass of wine. "Well, the Pannonians were smart enough to get him on board and to allow me to join you all." Caroline replied, eyeing her drink before taking a sip. She rarely drank alcohol. "We can sit here and talk about Dr. Barbas all night if you want, but that's not why I called you here." "Why did you want to see me?" Caroline asked, lowering the glass from her lips. "I hate to mention this, but when my associates were checking your belongings for contraband they came across something very distressing. Som-" "You went through my luggage?! How dare you violate my privacy like that!" Caroline shouted. "Your privacy being violated should be the least of your worries, young lady. I'm not going to allow someone like you to use my facility to-" "Call me crazy, but it sounds like you're threatened by me. Threatened that I can do what you haven't been able to do." Caroline declared boldly, interrupting the giantess. Matilda eyed the Little bitterly. The Little Geneticist paused to take a sip from her glass. "How would the Pannonian Government react to the news that a Little cracked the genetic code and solved the Fertility Crisis?" Caroline wondered aloud, feeling oddly empowered as she held her glass of wine. Dr. Devereux tried not to scowl, but the little bitch was starting to get on her nerves. It was bad enough that this child had basically done what her team had tried to do during the course of the last few months in a single day, but the way this tiny woman acted was truly irritating her. She had no idea how much work she had done while Barbas made little progress above. However, the giantess was able to keep her cool because she had this cocky little brat right where she wanted her. "Yeah, Doctor Caroline Miller cures Amazonian infertility and gets a statue in every capital in the world!" Caroline proclaimed, her arrogance fueled by her growing alcoholic buzz. Matilda Devereux ignored the Little in front of her. "I couldn't believe what my assistant told me so I personally read your diary, as well as your notes with a magnifying glass, and I've come to the conclusion that you're simply too smart for your own good." The giantess stated as she walked closer to Caroline. "Wanting to help us cure our infertility is very noble of you and why you were granted such benefits and protection when you landed in Pannonia. However, if my superiors knew of your ulterior motive; your plan to alter the genome of Littles thus creating a generation of Littles that can grow as tall as us… They would wipe your mind clean and throw you into some orphanage." 'Shit. They know about my research!' Caroline instantly started to feel a bit queasy, but she also knew that she was far too valuable to simply be discarded like any other Little. She was the key to solving their biggest problem! "Is that a threat? Because I'm no use to you guys if I'm sitting in a playpen, waiting to be adopted in some opraphange." Caroline calmly replied. "That's true, but you're also a liability and if I were to tell my superiors about your true motive for assisting us, you'd be lucky to even know the difference between a playpen and a crib after they get through with you." "But I have done nothing wrong!" Caroline whined. "But you have. Even if you do increase our chances of conceiving a child. Even if it's an absolute guarantee that all Amazon's can have their own biological baby, you fail to realize that there will always be women who want to adopt a Little and-" "But that is why I'm doing this! I only want to help my people and end our infantile imprisonment to your kind! What's wrong with that?!" Caroline demanded. "Like I was trying to explain before you interrupted me… Entire nations depend on Littles. Millions of people across the world work in industries manufacturing furniture, clothing, food and diapers for your kind. Thousands more work as doctors, teachers and daycare workers for you tiny tots. If you actually manage to crack your own genome and grow a generation of giant Littles, the world would literally descend into a global depression which would ultimately lead to chaos and war." "But that is crazy! Those industries could be retrofitted to produce furniture and clothing for a new generation of people! Those teachers and doctors would still be able to do their jobs and even the daycare workers would still have jobs because they would be watching over a new baby boom!" Caroline stood there with stars in her eyes. "Imagine it; a world where my people and yours could procreate together and not live in fear. There would never be another short progeny for them to worry about. Imagine a world where we all live under the same rules, equal and free to pursue the future in any way we see fit! The death of Littles wouldn't doom the world. It would usher in a new era of prosperity for all of us!" "I'm sorry, Caroline, but such thinking is counter productive and dangerous to our society." Matilda replied as she brought a little remote control out of her lab coat pocket. "What's th-" Caroline felt her whole body go numb as Dr. Devereux pressed a button on the remote. In the blink of an eye, Caroline was on the ground. She could barely keep her eyes open for a few moments, just long enough to see Dr. Devereux's heels clacking on the cold tile as the giant walked towards her. The sounds were echoing around in her head and just as the giantess picked her up from the ground everything went black. ----- Looks like things have taken a very bad turn for Caroline. Comment below if you think you know what's coming next! And, if you can't wait for the next update then consider pledging to my Patreon to read the whole story right now. It's only $5 dollars to read what took a year to write. Why not spoil yourself with a membership to my Patreon? https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

The differences were nice and stayed true to the original cartoons while definitely providing a contrast between the two girls. I try to do similar things when I write about diaper machines, (I wrote one with Bulma for instance), but I rarely get to read new stories based on the same material. I'm excited to see what's going to happen next.

Nicely done. It's been a while since anyone has done a classic nursery machine story. Great job!

I attribute this feeling your experiencing to the fact that there's just so many different factions with their own agenda that have Caroline as their focal point. You have the native scientists who just see her as another baby just like our favorite Soldier who is dealing with her own conflicting emotions in regards to Caroline. There's Dr. Barbas who is the most progressive and normal person in the room because he sees a bright young woman who can do what he always wanted to do, but what was deemed "unimportant" by his teachers, colleagues and the society he grew up in so many decades ago; he only wants Caroline to reach her true potential which is similar to what the Pannonian government itself wants. They have invested millions of dollars and hours of time into actually comong up with a cure or, at the very least, a cause for their declining population. So they've spared no expense hiring the best and brightest minds in the world which is how Caroline was brought into the facility. This leaves us with Dr. Devereux who has her own motives, goals and is basically the person running the entire compound; she literally only has to answer to the government which is completely in the dark as to what's actually happening in the facility. Ultimately, I'm glad I could keep you wondering and trying to guess what's coming next. Thank you for your support and feedback! I loved reading and answering your comment!

Thank you for taking the time to read it. We're getting closer to the end. Indeed. She's simply toying with them, but Lindsey did play right into her hands by willingly going along with her bet. After all, when has a kidnapping sadistic doctor ever kept their word? That being said, Lindsey's will is incredibly strong and she's driven by her ego to prove this crazy doctor wrong. Maybe she will win in the end, but is it the prize she's expecting? That'll be the real question. And of course the doctor is making these lovely young ladies into the most perfect adult sized infants imaginable. That way they'll stay out of trouble forever. XD That brings a smile to my face. Thank you so much for letting me know that you're loving this story! It means a lot to me!

She didn't have to wait long for her colleague to enter into the stall and scoop her. As she was being carried over to the sink, she felt naked and, strangely enough, a bit naughty. Not naughty like an adult during the foreplay that precluded sex, but naughty like a little girl who was hiding a shameful secret from her father. Caroline shook that last bizarre thought from her head. She had destroyed the evidence of her accident while simultaneously proving to her peer that she could handle herself; that was a victory in her book. "I hope you don't mind, but I always wash my hands when I'm in the restroom." The old man chuckled as he lowered the little woman onto the cool surface of the counter surrounding the sink. "No, I don't mind at all. I need to wash my hands too." Caroline replied, feeling a bit awkward in the man's presence due to her previous thoughts. The sound of running water filled the restroom when Dr. Barbas pressed the top of the faucet, giving Caroline a bit of white noise to focus on. She watched him wash his hands and waited until it was her turn. "Hold your hands out over here, please." The auburn haired Little did as she was directed and watched a big pink glob of liquid soap fall into her outstretched hands from the soap dispenser. She quickly rubbed the slippery liquid soap in between her hands and then leaned forward to wash her hands underneath the warm running water. It made her feel rather childish and slightly uncomfortable. She felt like she was being observed and judged based on how she washed her hands. There was no reason for her to think like this since she was here on business, but being the size of a four year old compared to her contemporary, and the fact that he had just helped her get onto the giant toilet, didn't help her feel very mature. Dr. Barbas had already dried his hands by the time Caroline had finished and she noticed that he had grabbed some extra paper towels for her. Luckily for her, he didn't help her dry her hands, which helped her feel more like an adult. "Would you like me to help you get down from there or would you prefer I carried you back to your work station?" The question caught the twenty six year old off guard. On the one hand, he wanted to carry her back to her computer which seemed very demeaning, but at least she had a choice in the matter unlike when she dealt with that rude woman named Ajnácska. "I can walk back there, thank you very much." Caroline answered with a hint of annoyance. "I know you can." The older man replied, instantly realizing that he had insulted the young woman. "And I didn't mean to offend you. I noticed how busy you've been today and I just assumed that it would be a lot faster for the both of us if I offered you a lift." "Even though it would indeed be faster, I have already humiliated myself enough by being carried around by you and that patronizing woman. As a Little, I'm sure you understand that I must maintain an air of independence or else I could be fired or worse…" Caroline shuddered, not wanting to dwell on the "worse" outcome. "But you're Doctor Caroline Miller! You literally wrote the book on Amazon Fertility! They would never fire you just because our accommodations weren't appropriate for your height." Dr. Barbas replied, trying to do his best to squash the Little geneticist's fears. "You've read my book?" Caroline asked, her voice a little more excited than she would have liked it to be. "I may be older than most of the people in this facility by a few years, but I like to think that I'm not too old to keep up to date when it comes to modern medical breakthroughs." The older man chuckled. "I suppose that my work is rather groundbreaking, isn't it?" Caroline wondered aloud. "It definitely is. Before you hit the scene, I was primarily working on genetic engineering and testing to ensure that any woman who did manage to conceive had a healthy fetus." Dr. Barbas explained. "So, the main mission was preserving what few children you guys could have?" Caroline asked, already knowing the answer. Her instructors on her home island had told her this years ago when she would ask why no one had figured out why the Amazons were in a gradual decline. Of course, most of her instructors would follow it up with a hearty 'And I hope they all die out faster than the statistics show.' "Yes, that is correct. No one had ever tried to understand why us Amazons had such trouble conceiving." The older man's eyes seemed to be focusing on her and yet they looked as if he was looking off into the past. "Our mission for decades was to protect the unborn and to ensure that they were born healthy. Even at University none of my professors had humored me when I asked if there was any chance at reversing the downward trend. I was just a silly boy to them back then. Everyone seemed resigned to accept the status quo. After all, according to numerous population charts, we weren't doomed to truly die out, but there was the very real chance that our genetic diversity would be depleted in a few hundred years or so." "So, you had the same idea as me?" "I did, but sadly I didn't have the drive to see it through. The problem was too far into the future to be taken seriously. At least, It seems that it wasn't as serious back then as it is now. I mean, look at Pannonia. Their population is definitely at risk of dying out if we can't figure out what is causing more and more women to bs born infertile." "I guess I showed up at just the right time to be the hero." Caroline smiled. "You sure did! Not only did you show the governments of the world that our declining population wasn't set in stone, but you have given thousands of women a chance that they wouldn't have otherwise had; a chance to have a real child! If they knew what you looked like, I dare say that they would've already built you a monument in my native Albion." "But I'm a Little." Caroline frowned. "I highly doubt that they would erect a statue in my honor." "You shouldn't be so sure of that, Dr. Miller." Dr. Barbas stated. "You have altered the fate of Amazon society across the world. You have made history! If you continue to make such astounding discoveries...I would imagine that you, and your people, will no longer be needed to act as… surrogate children in the future." Caroline didn't know what to say. Here was an Amazon who not only respected her work, but seemed to understand her end goal. She was beyond words. "I hope you're right, Dr. Barbas. My dream is for a world where my children and your grandchildren can coexist with respect and dignity." "My grandchildren are actually around your age, but-" He paused for a moment, instantly realizing what the Little woman was getting at. "Yes, I agree wholeheartedly. I couldn't even begin to imagine the irony of such a situation. The thought that one of my grandchildren having your child, the child of the woman who so selflessly helped us with our Fertility problems, in such a demeaning position would be ludicrous to say the least." "I wasn't so sure about coming here, but it really means a lot to me that you can see the plight of my kind. Not only are you different from the others, but you understand that we're more than just dolls for your women's amusement." Caroline practically spat the last word. "I don't like seeing anyone in servitude. It's just wrong. Now, I don't know about you, but I doubt very much that we will get much work done in here." Dr. Barbas stated. Caroline chuckled, she hadn't even realized that they were still hanging out in the bathroom. "Yeah, you're right. Let's get back to work!" "I would be honored to see what you've been working on. That is, If I'm not intruding upon your time." Dr. Barbas scooped the Little woman up from the bathroom counter and lowered her to the ground. "Not at all. I think you'll be impressed by what I've already found." Caroline smiled and allowed the older man to lead the way out of the bathroom and into the facility. Upon entering the laboratory, Caroline noticed that the annoying woman from before her bathroom break was chatting with Dr. Devereux. The sight of the two women talking sent a chill up her spine. She really hoped that it was her imagination, but she could've sworn that they had looked at her from across the room for the briefest of moments before returning to their conversation. As she walked with Dr. Barbas, Caroline lost sight of them when a large cabinet obscured her line of sight, but when she emerged from the other side, she noticed that Dr. Devereux was grinning. The sight of the woman smiling an ear to ear smile was quite unnerving to the Little woman, but luckily her new friend started to talk as they approached their work area. "Would you like a hand?" Dr. Barbas asked as they walked up to her computer. "I think that would be a good idea." Wasting no time, the older man picked her up and sat her into the office chair. The chair was still at the same height as before so all Caroline had to do was shake her mouse and the screen immediately went from black to a series of graphs. "Well, you certainly have been busy." Dr. Barbas observed. "So, what have you discovered, Dr. Miller?" "It looks like a hereditary condition that has laid dormant in the population of Pannonia for a very long time until a series of mutations have caused it to literally destroy a Pannonian Amazon's ability to have children. If my findings are correct, there is this one gene that seems to be the culprit." Caroline explained, pointing at the screen. The auburn haired Little heard a small gasp come from behind her as the older man leaned past her to stare at the screen. Naturally, Dr. Barbas wasn't expecting Dr. Miller to literally pinpoint the exact gene causing the problem and yet, there it was right in front of him. He couldn't believe his eyes. It was one of the genes that had looked harmless to him and yet her findings showed that with each generation, the gene had mutated until anyone born with it was basically sterile. "Dr. Miller…" The older man stopped for a moment, searching for the right words. "I may not know a lot about Pannonia, but I think you'll be getting a statue in this country when the year is out for this discovery alone!" "Don't get too excited, Dr. Barbas. I haven't cured anyone yet." Caroline replied with a smile. Once more, she was back in her zone. She felt incredibly proud of herself for cracking the genetic mystery in less than a day. Feeling accomplished, she went to cross her legs and noticed the absence of her panties. This odd feeling in between her legs, this nakedness, instantly brought her back down to Earth. "You think that you can actually cure this rogue gene?" Dr. Barbas asked, utterly astonished by the Little lady's confidence. A loud clap caught both Caroline and Dr. Barbas' off guard as Dr. Devereux stepped into the center of the lab. "It's nine o'clock everyone. Time to call it a night!" The auburn haired Little looked at Dr. Devereux with a confused expression and then gazed up at Dr. Barbas. "What is she talking about?" "It's one of her rules." Dr. Barbas answered. "She opens the lab at six in the morning and shuts everything down at nine in the evening. According to her, it's to prevent anyone from overworking themselves." "But that's fifteen hours of work!" Caroline exclaimed. "Not exactly. We are free to come and go as we please throughout the day. You can leave to have a meal whenever you like. Breakfast, for instance, is served in the cafeteria at seven until nine. Lunch is eleven till two and dinner is served from five until eight." Dr. Barbas explained. "You can even retire to your room before the day is finished if you like. She's very flexible." "I see." Caroline replied. "Let's get going then." "But what about my work? I want to figure out how to beat this thing!" The pint sized geneticist whined. "You have plenty of time to beat that little bugger tomorrow." After all, you've had a very long day if what Dr. Devereux said is true. Did you really just get into the country this morning?" Dr. Barbas asked. "That's correct. I guess with all the excitement, I forgot how long I've been awake." Caroline suddenly felt the creeping hand of fatigue make it's presence known as she yawned. "I suppose I should grab a bite to eat and call it a night." "I do believe that would be for the best, young lady." The older man smiled, trying not to laugh as he realized just much he sounded like a grandfather at that moment. Caroline hopped down from her chair and turned to look up at her new friend and colleague. "See you tomorrow, Dr. Barbas. I hope have a good night." With that said, the auburn haired Little started to walk towards the exit when Dr. Devereux approached her. "I've arranged for Zsófia to take you to your room. I've had my team make some slight adjustments to your quarters. If you want help with anything else please call either Zsófia or myself via the phone in your room." The raven haired woman explained as Zsófia entered the lab. "Okay, but what about food?" Caroline questioned, her stomach already starting to bother her from lack of eating. "That's all been taken care of. Check your fridge when you get settled in." Dr. Devereux smiled. "Thank you, Dr. Devereux. I really appreciate it!" Caroline exclaimed. "Call me, Matilda. And think nothing of it. I can't have my researchers go hungry now, can I?" "Dr. Devereux?" A woman dressed in a lab coat with chestnut brown hair appeared behind the lead researcher, butting into the conversation. "Yes, Luca?" The giant scientist turned to look at the newcomer. "There's an important matter that needs your attention on the phone." Luca answered. "It seems my work is never done." Matilda Devereux sighed and walked away from Zsófia and Caroline. "Ready to check out your new room?" The always cheerful Zsófia asked her pint sized friend. "Sure!" To Be Continued… If you can't wait for the next publicly posted update then why not pledge to my Patreon so you can read the entire story? 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"I find your naive enthusiasm refreshing. Most girls just beg and cry like your little friend, Gwenny." Dr. Parker smirked as she pulled out a blank tube from her coat pocket. "Your cockiness is going to be your downfall." "What's that crap? Glue for your dentures?" Lindsey watched as the doctor's smirk instantly turned into a scowl as she looked down at her. "Funny." Dr. Parker replied, her tone said she wasn't amused. "It's a special gel that I invented which, when applied to the gums, allows the recipient to experience the worst aspect of babyhood." Lindsey scoffed at the very notion that there was something worse than sitting in her own shit. "What's worst than shitting yourself?" "Teething." "That's literally the dumbest thing I've ever heard. You must need glasses if your crazy ass can't see my teeth." To punctuate her point, Lindsey opened her mouth and smiled, showing off her perfectly maintained teeth. "How cute." Dr. Parker rolled her eyes and squirted a bit of the gel onto the tip of her finger. "If you think you can't experience teething just because you have teeth then why don't you keep your mouth open like that and I'll rub this gel onto your gums?" "Fine." Lindsey kept her mouth open and allowed the doctor to stick her glove covered index finger into her mouth. The feeling of the gel sliding over her gums felt no different than that stuff she used whenever she got a canker sore. At first all the gel did was make her gums feel numb, but as the clock ticked her gums started to tingle. The strange tingling grew more powerful as a surge of blood was drawn into her gums from the surrounding blood vessels causing them to pulsate and throb. It was the strangest thing Lindsey had ever felt; her gums were practically twitching which caused her teeth to rattle lightly into each other. "Big dewl!" Lindsey paused upon hearing her lisp. "That's the other side effect of the buzzing teeth gel; a cute little lisp." The doctor beamed. Lindsey moved her tongue around, confirming that it was as numb and as useless as her gums. That didn't deter her from speaking her mind. "You jus mad me sond wike a baby and mad mai teef num wiff sum cwap you bought ad Cee Vee Sss. Ittle wear off!" Dr. Parker couldn't stop herself from laughing in Lindsey's face. "You sound so adorable like that." "Im nodda baby!" Lindsey whined. "Not yet, but there's still a few more tests that you can pass." The older woman reached for the locking mechanism that hung just above Lindsey's diaper and easily unlocked it, freeing Lindsey from the stroller. "Hey! How didja dew dat?!" For the first time that evening Lindsey actually looked surprised. "It's easy for an adult, but babies like you can't figure it out." Dr. Parker teased the diapered twenty one year old as she scooped her up from the stroller. Lindsey frowned, but she looked more like she was pouting as she forced to ride on the crazy doctor's hip like a toddler. Even though she wanted to tell the bitch to go fuck herself, she knew it would come out sounding like a baby imitating something they heard on an R rated movie. She knew that whatever the doctor did to her gums would eventually wear off like any other oral remedy sold at an overpriced dollar store, but she was already sick of hearing her altered voice. "Here we are, Lin Lin." Dr. Parker cooed while she deposited Lindsay into an oversized highchair. "Where. Dew. You. Fine. This. Shid?" Fuck, she was so close to saying a sentence without sounding like she was shit faced on booze. "It's custom made just like everything else." The older woman explained before pausing. "Opps, I forgot your baba." Lindsey watched the demented doctor walk back over to the examination table where the tray and the humongous baby bottle sat. She noticed that the woman was looking over each of the vails before she picked one up and put it into her pocket. A twinge in her gums reminded her that her teeth were still aching. It wasn't exceptionally painful, but it was still annoying. "Alright, now it's time for our bet to truly begin." Dr. Parker smiled as she sat the liter sized bottle of baby formula down onto the highchair's tray. "Wah?!" Lindsey looked past the oversized bottle, locking eyes with her captor. "Dat wazn't teh test?" "You really think that gel was going to make you a baby?" Dr. Parker laughed. "Noo." Lindsey answered, growing annoyed with the way this bitch was toying with her. If she had known that the gel wasn't a part of the bet she would've never opened her mouth. "But wats in teh boddle an wat does it doo?" "I know that you have noticed that every woman who has passes through this hospital has not been able to overcome my treatment; they all end up as babies and so will you. I-" "No, I wond!" Lindsey shouted, interrupting the doctor. "I can put these girls into a certain state of mind, like you have seen me do to Gwenny, but the effect will wear off if their bodies don't send the proper stimuli to the brain. This is why removing your ability to control your bladder and bowel is key to overcoming your inherent mental stubbornness." Lindsey stared at the woman like she was smoking crack. "An how are yu gonna dew dat? Feed me laxatibs until my ash expwods?" "If you were paying attention to what I was saying you might've realized that the bottle and my speech are related." Dr. Parker grabbed the bottle off of the table and held it up to the diapered twenty one year old's face. "This bottle contains a powerful liquid that will destroy your bowel and bladder muscles rendering you a pamper pooping baby just like your sister." "Pfft, I new it!" Lindsey exclaimed. "Yu pud a buncha laxatibs in dere!" Growing tired of listening to Lindsey's arrogant babbling, the demented doctor shoved the nipple of the baby bottle into the girl's open mouth, catching her off guard. "If you can drink this bottle and refrain from pooping your diaper for fifteen minutes then you'll prove to me that you're not a baby." Dr. Parker explained, ignoring the girl's whimpers. "That's the bet." Lindsey hated this bitch more than she could ever put into words, but she knew that she had to finish drinking this thick, disgusting milk or she would never get her freedom. So, she stopped fighting against the doctor and started sucking on the nipple with every muscle in her mouth. After a few suckles she noticed that her mouth had started rhythmically working the nipple, drawing the thick syrup that looked like milk into her mouth with every subsequent suckle. About midway through Dr. Parker relinquished her hold of the bottle, allowing Lindsey to grab it with both of her hands. Lindsey was now able to position the bottle upwards at an angle which helped her drink it so much faster. As she continued to suck on the bottle she tried to imagine that she was doing something more adult like giving head. She had only ever sucked a guy's dick once and in a weird way this was kind of similar; she had to work it just right to get any liquid to squirt out of the tip. However, unlike that awkward experience three years ago, this seemed so much easier to do since her mouth was on autopilot. Dr. Parker watched the young woman debase herself in one of the most infantile ways possible. Lindsey may not have been squatting down and filling up her diapers, but the fact that she was diapered, sitting in a highchair and sucking on a bottle was just as infantile. What made it even more satisfying to the doctor was Lindsey didn't even realize how she looked. She was far too focused on finishing the bottle to even comprehend how babyish she was in that moment. The final drop slid down Lindsey's tongue before she slammed the bottle down onto the plastic tray. The sound of plastic hitting plastic was overwhelmed by the loud burp that left Lindsey's mouth upon finishing the bottle, signaling her victory. "Doz laxatibs ar weak! Yu bedda git weady to dwive my ash home!" Dr. Parker laughed. "You still have to prove to me that it didn't work. Normally it takes about ten minutes for it to kick in, but if you can make it fifteen minutes then you'll win the bet and I'll send you home." "Fiften minets? I can mak it an howa! Tell yur bimbos to fiwe up teh car becuz I'm gonna go home!" Lindsey proclaimed arrogantly as milk colored drool spilled from her mouth, landing on her chest for the third time that night. "That's not a bad idea. We're going to need a nurse to push you to the playroom to see all of your new little friends while the medicine does its job." Dr. Parker thought out loud. "Gud, I'll show doze dum kuntz how idz don befow I go home!" "Mindy, I'm going to need a hand moving the big mouth into her stroller." Dr. Parker spoke into her walkie talkie. "We're going to take her to the playroom." "I'll be there in five minutes." Dr. Parker put away her walkie talkie and looked over at the proudly defiant woman who was now sitting in a wet diaper. "Well, Miss 'I can make it an hour.' It looks like your diaper is wet." "Wah?!" Lindsey cried out in a mixture of anger and shock. She tried to lift up the plastic tray, but the damn thing wouldn't budge an inch. "That's a bad baby." Dr. Parker scolded the poor girl. "If you want to see your diaper, all you have to do is ask. Lindsey watched as the crazy woman held up her smartphone and took a picture. Ten seconds later the horrid bitch was literally holding the vision of her shame directly in front of her face. At first, Lindsey couldn't believe what she was seeing on the screen, but quickly shook off the shock of seeing her soaked crotch and crossed her arms over her chest like a pouty child. "Dat's nod mai fault! I havint pished inna toylet in howas!" "Yeah, you're right. You're not a baby; you're just a girl who went pee pee in her pampers. That's totally something a big girl would do, huh?" Dr. Parker couldn't keep herself from laughing at the foolish girl sitting in front of her. "Look like you finally fixed her up." Lindsey shifted her glaring eyes past Dr. Parker and spotted the fat bitch who had diapered her. "Hey, itz teh wand whale!" Lindsey shouted. "Didja eat aww teh donuts durring yur bweak?" "As you can see Lin Lin isn't quite ready to join her little friends, but I figured she will be ready for her booster shot by the time we get there." "I hope so." Mindy sighed as she lifted up the plastic tray holding Lindsey prisoner and scooped the foul mouthed girl into her arms. "Yu two biches betta git weady to dwive me home becuz I'm nod gonna poop mai pants!" A long sliver of saliva dripped down from the corner of Lindsey's mouth as she was lowered into the pink stroller. "I really don't know why you let her run her mouth." Mindy wondered aloud as she started strapping Lindsey into the oversized stroller. "I literally have a pacifier in my top pocket that one of the girls in the nursery must've thrown over the baby gate; I'd be happy to stuff it into her mouth." "No, yer onwy happeh wen yer stufffin stuff in yer mouth." Lindsey stared the rotund nurse in the eyes as she mocked her. "What can I say? I love the defiant ones who never know when to keep their mouths shut." Dr. Parker explained as she began to walk out of the room. "Talk while you still can because I'll have the last laugh when you're shitting your pampers." Mindy clicked the locking mechanism together, punctuating her point as she sealed the adult brat into the stroller "Fwuk yu!" Lindsey literally spat at the woman. Mindy pulled out a cloth from her breast pocket and wiped her face. "I'm used to pamper pooping shits like you spitting on me." Lindsey wanted to retort, but couldn't think of anything to say before the large woman vanished from her sight. A sudden jolt came from behind as the stroller was pushed towards the door leading out into the hallway. In the distance Lindsey could see the demented doctor walking into a room at the end of the hallway. Other than watching the weird woman disappear through the pair of double doors there wasn't much to see as she looked around the empty hall. Her boring journey became much more eventful as she felt an unexpected rumble coming from her stomach followed by a warm pressure that was building in her stomach. Expecting the worst, Lindsey squeezed her cheeks together, but couldn't stop the gas escaping from her bottom. "It sounds like the medicine is already starting to work." Lindsey heard Mindy chuckling from behind her. "Itz justa fawt!" The diapered girl declared, trying to defend herself. "That's how it always starts, but a girl as full of shit as you won't be farting for much longer." 'Fuck!' Lindsey realized that the bitch had a point as another fart ripped through her clenched cheeks. What started out as an annoying rumbling in her tummy was rapidly becoming a discomfort in her lower gut. Only a few minutes had passed before the slight annoyance became an urgency that was signaling to Lindsey that she would be sitting in a very dirty diaper soon if she didn't double down and focus on holding back the movement which wanted to be expelled from her bottom. 'I'm nod sum dum slut who gits off on shiddin herself lik teh odders!" Lindsey petulantly proclaimed as she was pushed through the double doors. Having heard what her latest patient had just said, Dr. Parker turned her back to the numerous girls on the floor and walked up to Lindsey's stroller. "If you think these girls are faking this then you're as delusional as you are stubborn." "Yur cwazy and full of shid!" Lindsey exclaimed. "Ha." The older woman cackled. "Speaking of full of shit, your diaper is going to be full of shit pretty soon, Lin Lin." Lindsey wanted to scream at the fucked up bitch who had put her into this extremely twisted situation, but an intense pressure coursing through her intestines made her bite down on her vibrating teeth and brace herself for whatever was about to escape from her body. The pressure forced its way out, squeaking into her diaper as Lindsey found herself breathing a sigh of relief. She couldn't relax, she couldn't let her guard down, but she could be grateful that her Huggies were still clean. Still, the game of Russian Roulette she was playing in her padded underwear couldn't go on for much longer. "Judging from the look on your face you still haven't made me a present." Dr. Parker observed before beckoning Mindy to push Lindsey forward. "Maybe seeing your future will speed things along?" Lindsey struggled to stop herself from farting as the stroller resumed moving forward. Without the doctor obscuring her line of sight Lindsey was finally able to see what the crazy bitch had been talking about; roughly a dozen women were laying on the floor shaking rattles or chewing on plastic toys while drooling. One of the dumb bimbos was crushing around in a giant fucking baby walker! That's when she recognized the dimwitted woman toddling around aimlessly in the oversized baby toy; it was Nerra, the same girl who had been crowned prom queen back when she was in high school! A muffled fart cut the tension in the air, immediately nullifying it as both women started laughing at Lindsey. "Have you made us a poopy yet like your little friends ?" The sickeningly sweet tone of Dr. Parker asked mockingly. Lindsey tried to ignore the bitch and what was happening in front of her; she needed to focus on holding it in before things went from bad to worse. But that was easier said than done. All the girls from around town, many of whom she didn’t even know were missing, were literally right in front of her, cooing and gurgling on their backs and stomachs as they tried to play with toys meant for one year olds. Even Gwen was on her back, deep throating her foot like a fucking freak! Needless to say, it wasn't exactly something that Lindsey saw every day. However, seeing these girls laying around in dirty diapers acting like retards did give Lindsey the shock to fight back against her own body; she wasn't going to end up like them if she could help it! Another fart erupted into her diaper which did nothing to bother the determined young woman. It was getting close to fifteen minutes; Lindsey knew it couldn't be much longer! All the muffled fart did was make Dr. Parker start talking again much to Lindsey's annoyance. "I noticed you looking at your little friend, Gwenny." Dr. Parker noted as she took a knee next to the stroller. "Do you want to know why she's acting like that?" "Yu dwugged her. Gab her extasee." "You're partially right; she has been drugged, but unlike ecstasy, it will never wear off." The older woman replied with a smile. "You see, what I injected her with cut off the body's access to her hippocampus on top of severing ties to several important parts of the brain. Simply put, it forced her mind to reset, giving her the mind of a baby. What you see in front of you will be your fate as soon as you make a big poopy in your diaper." "Wat time ish it?" "What?" Dr. Parker cocked an eyebrow, completely caught off guard by the question. "Hasnit ben fifteen minutes yed?" Even with the lisp and throbbing teeth, Lindsey knew that the bitch could understand her. The doctor pulled out her smartphone and checked the time. "Huh, looks like you made it twenty minutes without shitting yourself. Congratulations." "Wher's teh baffwoom, bich?" Lindsey asked in a cocky tone. If it wasn't for her lisp she would've sounded tough. Dr. Parker glances at her. "I guess there's a first time for everything." Lindsey could hear the fat nurse rummaging around behind her, looking underneath the ridiculous oversized stroller for something. That only briefly caught her attention as another pang of pain consumed her lower body causing her to fart again. After waiting for a few seconds Lindsey grew increasingly annoyed by the fact neither the doctor or nurse had answered her question. She bad expected the nurse to start pushing her towards a bathroom, not dig around for a new diaper or whatever she was doing! "Hay! I azed yu a questin!" Lindsey shouted. "Wher. Ish. Teh. Baffwoom?!" "Here's her bottle, doctor." "Thank you, Mindy." Dr. Parker accepted the large baby bottle. "Wat teh fuwk ish tat!?" Lindsey demanded as another violent fart rattled off inside of her diaper. "Oh, it's your reward for not pooping your Pampers." Dr. Parker replied, acting like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Wat teh fuwk?! Yu pwomissed to led meh go hom!" Lindsey screamed at the top of her lungs. "I know, but I lied." Dr. Parker laughed. "Wen I git outta dis ting I'm gonna kik ur azz!" Lindsey declared, flailing her arms and legs. "Looks like she's throwing a temper tantrum." Mindy chuckled to herself. "Do you want me to rub the numbing compound over her arms and legs?" "Not yet. It's important for fussy little babies like Lin Lin to self soothe and tire themselves out. Isn't that right, baby? Dr. Parker grinned and reached out with her hand to pinch Lindsey's cheek. Blinded by rage, Lindsey did the only thing a woman firmly strapped into an oversized stroller could do; she opened her mouth and bit down on the older woman's finger until she drew blood. "Ahhh!" Dr. Parker shrieked. "The little bitch bit me!" "Put pressure on it! I'll find a bandage or something to wrap it in." "No, that can wait. Knock her out and then find me a bandage." Dr. Parker ordered. "A little baby like Lin Lin doesn't need teeth if she's going to be biting people who are trying to help her." "Wat?!" Lindsey started thrashing in her restraints, but could barely move due to the five point harness which kept her pinned in place. A large shadow fell over before she felt a prick in the side of her neck. It took only seconds for her vision to grow hazy as the room started spinning until everything went black. To Be Continued... I couldn't post this on Patreon so I'm publicly posting each update on here for everyone to enjoy. 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Yeah, I hate how these disgusting companies force people to work while sick with Corona. I'm happy to hear you're getting better and quit that job. If a company doesn't value your well being then they don't deserve your skills!

Yeah, I think you're right, but hopefully she won't get checked by the other women. If she did, maybe she can play it off and nobody will suspect a thing... After all, she's a highly respected scientist who totally didn't wet herself on purpose. XD There's definitely a few women in the lab who are practically drooling to put Caroline back into pampers, but they'll probably have to get through Dr. Barbas to do it. I am a fan of stories where the Little is used by an Amazon ,but I'm also a big fan of mental regression. I guess you'll have to wait and see which way I go with this story. And you're correct. Many Amazons have taken credit for their "baby's" accomplishments after the "child" has discovered something while in the safety of their nursery or under their new mother's watchful eye. It's too early to say which way the wind will blow on this one.

I mean, we haven't gotten to the ending yet, but if you're interested in getting a sequel, I can make room on my commission list.

I'm excited to see where this is going with all these new characters you have introduced. Still waiting to see Rachel again... something tells me that she is going to be a huge reveal; she's no longer "autistic" and just a big rugrat who is only capable of tummy time. Why do I foresee the moms and Az doing a communal breastfeeding session soon?

I understand, no worries. I've seen quite a few captions floating around on DA in the past year about adult baby birth so I understand what you're talking about. I can't take all the credit for comming up with the idea because I was inspired by Long Rifle who briefly mentioned it in his 2011 Halloween story. Thanks again for enjoying my work by the way! --- "Everyone!" Matilda Devereux shouted, causing all activity in the laboratory to come to a standstill. Everyone was now staring at the lead researcher, but they were also gazing at Caroline with a wide array of expressions: the women were smiling, some cooing and doing little waves while the men seemed confused by the tiny woman's presence more than anything. "Now that I have everyone's attention, I'd like to introduce a very special new addition to our team!" Mrs. Devereux gestured down at the tiny woman standing beside her. "Aww! Did you finally adopt?" A woman near the back of the lab asked. Caroline instantly hated her. "Why isn't your new daughter wearing a diaper?" Another woman spoke up. "This isn't my daughter, ladies. This little lady is none other than the renowned researcher and geneticist, Doctor Caroline Miller!" A round of gasps from the gathered scientists confirmed what Caroline had expected to happen if her real identity was ever leaked to the Amazonian public; they were in shock. They didn't believe a Little was capable of doing anything more than wearing a diaper and drooling. Even these scientists, who were well aware of her accomplishments and her books weren't sure what to make of her. They simply gazed at her like she had just grown a second head or something. "That can't be true!" Another woman, possibly the one who asked about Caroline not being in diapers, replied. "She's obviously an impostor!" A redhead who towered over Caroline exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at her. "Ladies, let's not get worked up here." An older man, hair peppered with specks of grey spoke up. "If she is truly Dr. Miller then we must welcome her with open arms and allow her to help us." "Dr. Barbas is right." Dr. Devereux stated firmly before adding, "I will admit that I had no idea that she was a Little, but let's not judge her due to her appearance. Let's allow her work to speak for itself." A wave of murmuring washed over the crowd as some of the women still seemed dismissive of her abilities, but the men weren't as cold. Caroline saw a few nods amongst the gentlemen assembled in front of her and immediately felt better about her prospects here. She knew that the Amazonian women would naturally be harder to win over, if at all, but she didn't know much about the men and was relieved to see that one of the men had already stepped up to defend her against the group of discriminating women. Her experience with Amazonian males was limited to when she had to speak with perspective fathers who were struggling to impregnate their wives. They were always levelheaded and happy to accept any advice possible to help their wives become mothers the biological way. Caroline had long assumed that they had treated her with respect because they thought she was a fellow Amazon. Maybe they're naturally more open minded than their female counterparts? "Caroline?" The familiar voice of Dr. Devereux broke the little woman from her thoughts. "Yes, Dr. Devereux?" Caroline answered, craning her neck towards the ceiling to make eye contact with her contemporary. "I want you to work on the computers with Dr. Barbas and Dr. Kovács since you're much too short to work with the lab equipment." "Alright, but I'll need access to any samples you have. It's paramount that I am able to study them." Caroline replied, asserting herself. "That won't be a problem, but I think we should wait until tomorrow to do any chemical readings on actual samples since we don't exactly have anything here to aid you in working with them. In the meantime, I trust you'll be able to work with what we have on file. All the information regarding said samples have already been logged into the database and are at your disposal." Dr. Devereux explained. "Sounds good." Caroline smiled. "I'll let you get to it." The black haired Amazon stated before walking away. Caroline stood there for a moment as scientists, biologists and other geneticists walked past her. It was so unbelievable to the small woman; she was actually on the mainland and was going to be allowed to look over all the genetic records of a population of Amazons!" 'What am I doing standing around? I better get to work!' Caroline walked over to a row of computers and stopped in her tracks when she came face to face with the large office chair. She knew that it wouldn't be easy to move the thing, let alone climb into it, but she had to try! "Dr. Miller?" A deep voice came from behind her. Caroline spun around and came face to face with the Man's knees until she craned her head towards his face. She had to remember that talking to giants wasn't the same as talking to people her own size. If she kept spacing that out, she would only embarrass herself. "Yes?" Caroline asked, recognizing the giant instantly; it was the same man who had stood up for her only moments ago. "My name is Dr. Barbas, I'll be assisting you with your research today." "I appreciate any assistance you can give me. Everything is so large compared to me in this lab." The Auburn haired Little chuckled, feeling tiny compared to this giant man. "Don't worry. You'll get used to it and I'll be happy to help get you seated." Caroline didn't exactly comprehend what Dr. Barbas had meant by that until she felt the giant man push his fingers underneath her armpits and, before she could object, was lifted off of the tiled floor. It took a second for the twenty six year old to register what was happening, but she remained silent as he lowered her down onto the oversized office chair. She stared forward at the empty space beneath the desk and was about to question her colleague about how she was supposed to use the computer when she felt the chair automatically rise into the air. "Thank you for helping me." The Auburn haired geneticist blushed. "Think nothing of it. Now, your login information is your last name and the password is Nagy1234." "That's not exactly a great password." The Little Geneticist smirked. "Government officials aren't exactly known for being creative." The older man replied with a smile. "Now, don't hesitate to ask me if you need anything, okay?" "Will do." Caroline replied, watching the man with salt and pepper hair walk over to another computer and talk his seat. Finally, she was alone for the first time since setting foot in this country. Caroline eagerly reached forward and moved the large mouse over to the log in area. She clicked the big mouse and then proceeded to hen peck her information into the keyboard. A new window opened, confirming that she had logged herself into the system. She was having some trouble with the mouse as she tried to find the right icon to click. It never occurred to her that she would be working on an Amazon computer. She had assumed that they would allow her to access the database with her computer, but as soon as she laid her eyes on the vast catalog of samples and the corresponding data profiles, she smiled. It wasn't going to be easy, but it would be worth the extra effort needed to operate the computer just to be able to go over every Amazon's DNA sample in the nation. Caroline cracked her small fingers, much like a pianist would, and got to work scouring through the numerous records. ----A Few Hours Later--- The pint sized Geneticist spent the rest of the afternoon analysing population graphs and making models using mathematical equations with the information she gained from the various studies that documented which Amazons in Pannonia were infertile. It was actually worse than Albion or Catalon, nations whom she had written her books about. In fact, it was worse than the continental average! There was no obvious reason for such a big difference between the western nations and Pannonia, but after a few hours of analyzing genetic samples, Caroline made a startling breakthrough! Unlike Amazonian mothers from the western portion of the continent, Pannonia.mothers capable of bearing children carried a recessive gene that was passed onto both their sons and daughters. If any woman with this dormant gene reproduced with a man who also had this gene then any daughter they had would almost certainly never have children of their own! It was a startling revelation and was much more serious than she had assumed it would be. Catalonian and Albion Amazons, for instance, carried a gene that had a one in three chance of being passed onto their offspring, but the gene itself wasn't as common as this mysterious Pannonian variant. Caroline had discovered that the troublesome gene could be altered through genetic mutations when passed onto the next generation, thus rendering it inert. Using this knowledge, she went on to recommend that these mutations be introduced to the prospective mother using a revolutionary form of genetic engineering that Caroline had pioneered in her latest book; a book she had written only three years ago. The gene therapies that the Catalonian and Albion doctors went on to develop, while consulting with Caroline over the phone, utilized her research to nullify the pesky gene and allowed over half of their patients to carry children. It had been her greatest achievement to date and had saved countless Littles from being adopted. The last time she looked over the official adoption numbers from Albion, she was amazed to see that adoptions had dropped five percent each year during the last three years. If this trend continued, it was possible that adoptions at the end of the decade could be cut in half! However, the situation with the Pannionians had looked more dire than the other nations at first glance, but Caroline was able to pinpoint the mystery gene after a few hours and discovered that it was actually codominant which explained why it was so common in most Pannonian mothers. According to her long hours of research, the only thing keeping the Pannionian nation populated was an influx of immigrants every few generations which added genetic diversity to the gene pool. Her research seemed to prove that roughly eight out of ten women whose DNA was catalogued by the Pannonian government were unable to become pregnant which explained why the government was offering monetary incentives for getting pregnant and bearing more than one child. One of her notebooks had a hypothesis in regards to this very situation! If she could go over her notes, she may be able find a way to neutralize the- 'Oh, shit.' Caroline instantly pulled her hands away from the keyboard and held her stomach. She had been so absorbed in her research that she had forgotten to go to the bathroom! The Auburn haired Little knew that she couldn't risk losing control of her bladder in front of her colleagues. They would never respect her if she did that! So, she pushed back with her body, sliding the chair backwards roughly a foot and hopped down from the cushioned surface. Upon landing on her feet, she felt a little dribble escape into her panties, but she clamped her legs together, avoiding a true accident. 'I can't just stand here like this!' Caroline rushed past her collegues, trying desperately to find a restroom to go to before she peed her panties. Spurred on by her bladder's urgency, she ran past the racks of samples and test-tubes in the lab until she was plucked up by a pair of hands. "Where do you think you're going in such a rush, little girl?" A feminine voice asked. "I need to use the lavatory!" Caroline cried out, blushing at how childish she sounded. "I had a feeling that was what was making you run around like a hyper child." The woman ho oook doing her snickered. "I'm not hyper! I just got a bit absorbed in my research." Caroline replied, defending herself from the accusation of immaturity. "That's cute. Auntie Ajnácska will take you to the potty and afterwards I'll put you in a nice, thick diaper so you won't ruin our furniture." The woman cooed down at her. "What's going on over her, Ajnácska?" A familiar voice asked. The giantess turned around, holding Caroline in her hands, and saw that it was none other than Dr. Barbas. "I'm just taking the girl to the bathroom." "She's going to diaper me!" Caroline exclaimed. If the strange scene had gone unnoticed by their colleagues before, Catherine wouldn't have known since everyone in the surrounding area was now staring at them. "Is this true, Ajnácska?" The man with short hair speckled with salt and pepper asked, frowning slightly. "Yes, it is. She told me that she forgot to go to the bathroom and we don't need the lab smelling like urine while we're doing grown up work." The giantess explained, trying to assert herself. "Obviously, Dr. Miller remembered that she needed to go and was in the process of taking care of nature's call when you not only stopped her from finding the restroom, but held her literally captive." Dr. Barbas shot back. "I'll handle things from here." "You're lucky that he's second in command, little girl. If Dr. Devereux was here, she would side with me." The giantess named Ajnácska sneered and handed the petite Geneticist over to Dr. Barbas. Caroline watched the annoyed Amazon walk away with a sigh. Her sense of relief was short lived as another sharp pain rattled her bladder. "I really do appreciate your help, Dr. Barbas, but can you take me to the bathroom now?" Caroline asked, trying not to sound too distressed. "Yes, of course." With that said, Caroline allowed the scientist to carry her through the lab like she was a wet baby in his outstretched arms. It was obvious to her that he had limited, if any, experience with Littles, but she was definitely grateful for his help. He seemed to be one of the few Amazons in the lab who was on her side. "Here we are!" The older man announced with a smile as he opened the door to the laboratory's restroom. Caroline looked around to see a very clean and average looking restroom. However, opposite from the row of grey stalls was a bank of urinals on the wall. 'Why did he take me into the men's room?' "I think we're in the men's room." Caroline stated, looking surprised as she fidgeted in the giant's hands "It seems I have." Dr. Barbas observed. "I apologize about this. Force of habit I'm afraid. I'll be happy to take you into the women's ro-" "There's no time!" The Little shouted, pointing at the first stall with her finger in desperation as yet another sharp pain emanated from her swollen bladder. "A toilet is a toilet after all." The old scientist said to himself as he carried Caroline over to the stall door, pushing it open with his hip, and taking the pint sized woman inside with him. "You've got to be kidding me!" Caroline exclaimed upon seeing the standard toilet sitting there in front of her. Even being held in the doctor's hands, she could tell that the thing was much too large for her to sit on it comfortably. Best case scenario, her butt would fall into the bowl! "What's the problem?" The scientist asked, concern present in his voice. "You didn't- umm…" "No, I still have to go to the bathroom, but look at this thing!" Caroline gestured to the massive toilet seat. "How am I supposed to sit on it?" "I see." Dr. Barbas replied, thinking of a solution to the problem at hand. "Given your difference in size, in regards to the toilet, I'd recommend that you pull up your dress while I hold you over the bowl." "You want me to pee while you hold me over the toilet?! No way!" Caroline whined. "I'm not exactly comfortable with doing that either, Dr. Miller. You're a highly accomplished colleague of mine, not some random toilet training toddler." The older man replied before adding, "how about I stand you on the seat and you can take care of yourself?" Caroline nodded and quickly found herself standing on the bowl. Thank goodness that she decided against wearing high heels on this trip. "I'll be on the other side of the door if you need anything at all, Dr. Miller." Caroline kept quiet and reached for the hem of her dress, hiking it up until she realized that she had a rather big problem to overcome; her panties. Normally, she would just slide them off and go about her business, but that was when she was using the toilet the proper way. She wouldn't be able to take a piss if she couldn't lift one of her legs to move the panties out of the way of her steam! The tiny woman sighed and started to shimmy her panties down her legs. It took a few agonizing seconds, but they were finally around her knees when they ran out of elasticity. She had to life up one of her legs to get the silken garment out of the way of her impending torrent. Slowly, she lifted her foot and almost slipped off of the toilet. She stumbled a little bit as she caught herself by extending her hands and steadying herself against the top of the toilet's tank in front of her. A trickling sound pulled her out of her startled state and made her look down at the bowl of the toilet in dread. 'Please tell me I accidentally hit the flush button.' There was no such luck for the brightest Geneticist in the building; she was peeing. In her haste to catch herself from falling, her bladder released itself in the ensuing chaos, drenching her panties in the urinary crossfire. She stood there in silence for a few moments, staring at her ruined underwear as her fully extended arms kept her from falling in. Her she was; twenty six years old, both accomplished and respected in her field and standing on top of a toilet seat, staring at her ruined underwear in disbelief. "Is everything alright in there?" Dr. Barbas' voice reminded her that she wasn't alone. She wasn't the only person in this bathroom being inconvenienced by the realities of working in a facility that had no specialized restrooms for her kind. She was a professional and she had been behaving like a spoiled brat and she now had wet her panties like a baby who had failed at mastering the toilet. Why? Because she refused to accept his help. This would've never happened if she had just swallowed her pride and let him hold her. "Everything is fine." Caroline lied, as she tried to kick off her soaked panties into the toilet bowl. It wasn't an easy task to keep her balance, but after the fourth shake of her foot she got the panties to drop past her right shoe and dangle limply from her left shoe. Switching feet, she managed to finally drop the ruined underwear into the toilet. With a frown, she pushed the button on the tank and watched her panties swirl around the artificial whirlpool until they disappeared from sight. For some reason, it felt like she had just watched a bit of her adulthood vanish from existence. "Okay. I'm finished in here." Caroline announced. To Be Continued... If you can't wait for the next publicly posted 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

Can Lindsey win? Place your bets below! --- ----An Unknown Amount of Time Later---- "Lindsey weighs one hundred and fifteen pounds, doctor." Lindsey heard a woman talking about her weight; she sounded professional, but she couldn't open her eyes to see who was talking. If that wasn't bad enough, her mind was having trouble focusing on what was going around her. She felt her body involuntarily shiver as her mind began to process the incredible chill that seemed to envelop every inch of her body. She tried to sit up but her arms and legs still felt heavy and unresponsive. "That's what I thought. I'll start work on Lin Lin first since Gwenny is a special case." That voice! Lindsey knew that voice! "Yo- you dun hafta dew dat! Jus let me go!" That was Gwen! Suddenly everything came rushing back to Lindsey as she remembered meeting up with Gwen and being knocked out in the back of that fucking UBER! The bitch talking was the woman who had picked them up! Lindsey forced her eyes open just in time to see a strange looking woman dressed like a nurse hovering over her. "Speaking of Lin Lin, look who's up from her little nappy." The nurse cooed. "What the fuck is going on here?!" Lindsey demanded. "Sounds like the sedative is starting to wear off. Quickly, restrain her in the stroller!" "Keep your hands off of me, you stupid bitch!" Lindsey tried to resist the nurse who was lifting her up, but her hands and legs were still useless. Much to her surprise, the woman was able to lift her up from the cold surface she had been laying on. A crinkling sound filled Lindsey's ears as the nurse adjusted her around until she felt her head resting on the woman's shoulder. There was an odd bulk encompassing her ass as the nurse cradled her, but the realization of what she had been laying on caught Lindsey's immediate attention; it was a giant baby scale! "What the fuck are you people doing with that thing?!" "This little one has quite the mouth on her, doesn't she?" The nurse commented as she lowered Lindsey back into the stroller and buckled her in. "And you look like all your mouth knows how do to is eat." Lindsey shot back, trying to hurt the plump nurse's feeling for putting her into a diaper. "Can I sedate this little brat, Dr. Parker?" "No. I can't waste what little I have left until the next batch is finished, but I think I have a better idea." Dr. Parker replied with a smile. "Wheel her over to the examination table. She's going to learn to watch her mouth after hearing what I plan to do to her and her little friend." The nurse nodded and proceeded to push a squirming Lindsey past a pair of oversized incubators until they were both in front of a large table where Gwen was strapped into some sort of adult sized car seat wearing only a large diaper. "Gwen!? What the hell did they do to you?!" "Oh, nothing yet." Dr. Parker replied nonchalantly. "But I do have some pretty big plans for her." "I- I can help you!" Gwen begged from her position in the car seat as her lips finally faded away. "I'm worth more to you as an adult!" "You've already gotten Lindsey, which was awfully kind of you, but you're worthless to me now." "You fucking whore!" Lindsey spat. "You helped this bitch kidnap me!?" "I only did it because I wanted to save my sister and go home!" Gwen argued. "You would've done the same thing!" "Penelope has such a good sister, but the only way you're going home is in a loaded diaper next to your sister, Gwenny." Dr. Parker grinned, patting the front of the frightened girl's diaper. "I wonder if your parents are going to be able to tell who is who after I finish remodeling your face." "You're going to do what to me?!" "What part of the word 'twins' didn't you understand?" Dr. Parker stared directly in Gwen's eyes for a moment. "It's not every day that I get a perfectly good pair of sisters to test my methods on." "That's called karma, you dumb slut. That's what you get for tricking me!" Lindsey glared at her former best friend from the confines of the oversized stroller. "I'm sorry, Lindsey. I just wanted to save my sister and she wanted you." A tear trickled down Gwen's cheek. "Why do you want me?!" Lindsey shouted at the doctor. "And what are you sick fucks even doing here?! "I suppose there's enough time to tell you two babies a little story while my nurses finish mixing up the next batch of baby formula." Dr. Parker put a heavy emphasis on the last half of her sentence. Lindsey heard the nurse leave the room, her footsteps growing softer until they could no longer be heard. "I work for a very successful albeit secret business which pairs up little brats like you two with weathy women who want to be mothers." Dr. Parker explained. "Howe-" "What type of sick weirdo would want to take care of adults?!" Lindsey asked in an annoyed tone of voice. "These women were very rich and ran Corporations or had built their own businesses. I don't know why they adopted the brats I worked on, maybe their biological clock was starting to thick? I'd imagine that they didn't want to ruin their bodies by getting pregnant, but that's just my opinion." Dr. Parker replied, gesturing to herself. She had a decent body for a woman who was probably in her late thirties. "So you turned my sister into a pamper shitting tard because someone paid you to do it?" Gwen spoke up, genuinely curious about why her sister was targeted. "I was getting to that part, but you two keep interrupting me." The older woman sighed. "Anyway, the money was an incredible perk of the job, but I'm not getting paid to do what I'm doing to your backwater of a town." "Then why are you doing it?!" Gwen demanded. "It's obviously because she's a fucked up bitch." Lindsey said what both young women were thinking. "The next one who interrupts me is getting their teeth pulled out!" Dr. Parker threatened the two girls in an exasperated voice. Both girls remained quiet, the only sound in the room was the sound of a clock documenting the passage of time by ticking forward. "My motive is simple; revenge." The doctor declared. "One of the bidders at my last auction snuck in her phone and filmed me selling one of the girls. The whole thing almost blew out of proportion when she uploaded it to the web, but luckily I have people who keep an eye out for this type of thing. It was scrubbed from social media within minutes of being uploaded and my people even managed to get the moron's geolocation which is what brought me to your tiny town." "What if she used a VPN?" Gwen couldn't help but ask and immediately put her hands over her mouth. "A VPN?" Dr. Parker repeated the phrase. Gwen lowered her hands from her mouth and decided to push her luck. "It's a program that changes your device's location." "I didn't know that was possible, but I trust my tech people; They said she was here." Lindsey couldn't believe what she just heard this jackass say. "You don't even know her name?!" "I don't know who she is but that's why I'm doing this to each and every woman under the age of twenty five! I will eventually get her and this town will be made an example of!" "What's so special about being under twenty five?" Lindsey replied in a mocking tone. "She could be forty or fifty for all you know." "The profile she used to upload the video said she was in her early twenties." The doctor shot back, acting like this information was enough to shut Lindsey up. "I can't believe this." Gwen started sobbing due to the sheer insanity of this situation. "What are you crying about, you fucking dumbass!?" Lindsey shouted at her former friend. "If you had a brain you would've texted me before you got to my house and we could've jumped this bitch!" "She monitored my texts!" Gwen argued. "Even when you were in the backseat?!" "I was too scared to try anything!" Gwen sobbed. "You've seen what she's done to your sister!" "Ladies." Dr. Parker spoke up, trying to regain control over the room. "My sister is a fucking dumbass just like you!" "I'm the dumbass?!" Gwen barked. "You're the dumb slut sitting in a stroller with a stupid safety clip holding you back. Why don't you click the button and tackle her, little miss jump this bitch?!" "Watch me!" Lindsey declared, her hands instantly going for the big plastic locking mechanism but when she clicked on the button nothing happened. "That's it! I've had enough of you little brats!" The normally calm and collected Dr. Parker shouted before reaching into her coat for her walkie talkie. "Nurse Mindy,, I need you in the examination room and bring the baby formula and the special sedative." While Dr. Parker had been talking on her walkie talkie, Gwen and Lindsey were desperately tugging on the straps that held them prisoner in their car seat and stroller respectively. Neither infantile piece of furniture seemed to have any weak spots. The nylon straps in particular looked to be reinforced and there was something preventing them from pushing the button which held all the straps together. Dr. Parker looked over the struggling women, relishing their futile attempt at escape. "You can play with those straps all night long, but all you're going to do is make me laugh." She cracked a smile as the two diapered twenty one year olds glared at her defiantly. The clacking of heels on tile punctuated the end of the doctor's statement. All eyes fell upon the double doors where one of the nurse Mindy had just walked through. "Doctor, I have the baby formula you requested and Frieda had alreafy finished the next batch of inoculations." The round woman stated as she held out a tray that had multiple vails and a giant baby bottle on it. "Excellent!" The doctor accepted the tray and set it down next to the monstrosity that was Gwen's car seat. "What're you gonna do with that?" Lindsey taunted. "Make us share a bottle of powdered milk?" The doctor chuckled and looked at Lindsey like she had just said the silliest thing in the world. "No, that's all for you, but I want you to watch what I'm going to do to your little friend here very closely." "Just leave me alone!" Gwen shouted, trying to sound tough, but failing to do more than look like a pouty oversized baby. "But I'm going to give you more feel good juice." Dr. Parker replied as she picked up one of the vails off of the tray and held it between her thumb and index finger just inches away from Gwen's face. "Don't you want to feel all warm and fuzzy?" Gwen stared at the little vail being held in front of her face. She knew that she should be arguing with the crazy woman. She knew that she could easily slap that tiny glass jar from her hand and send it smashing against the floor. However, a deep subconscious yearning overwhelmed her mind as she stared at the vail as if it contained a concentrated dose of pure, euphoric bliss. She wanted to feel good. No! She needed to feel good! It was like an addict looking at her next fix. It would override her consciousness, possibly killing the woman who dwelled within her if she kept taking the drug, but Gwen didn't care. She felt her head automatically start to bob up and down, nodding in agreement that she did want to fee warm and fuzzy; she wanted her shot. "That's my good girl." Dr. Parker cooed as she stuck the needle into the top of the vail and drew the clear liquid into the syringe. "What is that shit?" "Just baby Gwenny's booster shot." The doctor grinned as she brought the syringe up to Gwen's shoulder and pushed the plunger down. Lindsey watched the light quickly fade from her friend's eyes as the mysterious poison worked it's way through Gwen's body. The side effects were immediate and couldn't be ignored. Within seconds of being injected Gwen started slapping her hands together and giggling like a fool as she stared blankly at her uncoordinated hands. Drool began to flow from her mouth and down her chin before eventually dropping down onto her small but perky breasts. All told, it took less than thirty seconds for Gwen to be reduced to a caricature of an infant. "Look at the happy baby!" Dr. Parker gushed before poking at the grown woman's tummy. "All I see is another retard like my dumbass sister. That shit won't work on me because I'm not a dumbass." Lindsey replied arrogantly. "Don't kid yourself, Lin Lin. You'll be like her soon enough." "You want to bet on it?" "That could be fun." The doctor mused for a few seconds before replying. "Sure, why not?" Dr. Parker turned to where Mindy stood. "I need you to take Gwenny to the playroom with her sister and the others. I have a game to play with little Lindsey here." "If I win you let me go!" "Sure." Dr. Parker grunted as her and the nurse lifted the giant carseat holding Gwen off of the table and into what looked like the frame of a stroller. After helping Mindy move Gwen over to the stroller Dr. Parker looked back at Lindsey. "But what do I get if I win?" "You get me, duh." Lindsey rudely replied as the nurse pushed Gwen past her. "I already have you, but I guess I can humor a child like you." "I'm not a child like Gwen or my retarded sister. I go to college! They're too stupid to take the classes I'm taking; their minds are weak!" Lindsey bragged, feeling overly confident. "I'll show you how much stronger my mind is. You cannot turn me into a pamper shitting tard like them!" "Since you don't really have anything to wager I get to dictate the terms of the bet and you must overcome each test if you want to be freed from my hospital." Dr. Parker declared. "Do we have a deal?" "Bring it on, bitch!" To Be Continued...

I'm honestly impressed by your list of ideas. The use of hypnotic suggestion is a concept that I really need to incorporate more into my works, but Patreon makes that very difficult to do nowadays with their bizarre rules. That being said, your reasoning is flawless, but in this story Caroline isn't going to be tricked into becoming a baby by subconscious cues or manipulation. The Littles signed their rights away the moment they signed the agreement to participate in the program. That being said, the ones going to the orphanage or being directly adopted are the lucky ones. If it could be pinned on the girl, she would be reprimanded in private while Caroline would be publicly chastised for it. After all, Dr. Devereux is fully aware of Caroline's work and wants to get her hands on Caroline's research. I guess I am to blame for this thread of implanting/rebirthing Littles in the Diaper Dimension. It was first mentioned and featured in my story entitled "True Nightmare" and I even commissioned AusDpr to write a few stories about it. I'm kind of surprised to hear it's been done in other stories. Could you tell me what stories it was mentioned in? I can't answer that question at this point in time. Sorry, but it'll ruin the middle of the story. Ironically enough, the Pannonian government wants a cure, but it's the female Amazons who care more about getting a baby no matter where it comes from or who it is. So, the government is spending good money for a cure or, at the very least, something that will enable Amazonian women to have a higher chance at actually having a child since their birthrate is so low. You've done a tremendous job or providing me with ample amounts of feedback. This whole post of yours was a lot of fun to answer! Well, that is the nature of the Diaper Dimension; almost every Little ends up in diapers, but it's how they get pampered that is the fun part. So get ready to dive in head first!

I'm glad you're enjoying it. Diapered nurses... huh, I don't think I've ever written anything like that before. Maybe that's an idea for a future story. I was originally commissioned to do a straightforward story, but I wanted to spice it up a bit; add in a twist or two. I'll be posting more when I wake up in the morning. Their best bet is to work together and try to escape, but that would require Lindsey getting over the fact that her best friend tricked her. We will see what happens next very soon. Thanks, TK. I appreciate your support!

You're definitely doing a great job interweaving Lulu and Willa's stories together. Thank you for taking the time to write this latest chapter!