Cya

Would it be wrong for me to assume that this is a happy ending?

The always confident Caroline has finally arrived at the facility, but will things continue to go her way? Post your predictions or comments below, I love reading them! And, if you're enjoying the story, feel free to give me a like. --- A gentle but persistent jostling forced Caroline to open her eyes as she was forced to awaken from her nap. She found herself looking up at an enormous giant in shock, startled by the huge size difference between her and the large woman. It took a few seconds for it to all come rushing back to her; 'I'm on the mainland!' "Did you have a bad dream?" The woman asked, genuinely curious if the girl had a nightmare. "I slept alright." Caroline replied. "It just took me a minute to remember where I am." "That's perfectly natural. I'm sure I would be startled if I woke up in a strange place." Zsófia smiled. Caroline nodded and looked over at the other row of seat, finding them empty. "Where is everyone else?" "We arrived a few minutes ago, but I could barely bring myself to wake you up. You looked so cute and peaceful sleeping in your carseat." The giantess explained, her eyes all but sparkling. Caroline didn't like the look Zsófia had in her eye and decided to focus the conversation on why they were both on this bus. "I appreciate you giving me a few extra minutes of sleep, but don't you think I should be with the others?" A chuckle coming from the giant woman caused a pang of anxiety to rock Caroline's body. It seemed like the kind of laugh mothers made when a child said something cute. She hadn't said something funny, nor was she here to entertain the giants. The last thing she wanted was for Zsófia to think she was too cute to join the team in the lab. "What's so funny?" Caroline asked. "I apologize." Zsófia brushed back a lock of her hair that had fallen in front of her face. "That was completely unprofessional of me. The others are going to be giving blood samples and genetic material that you, and the other doctors, will be studying." "Oh, okay." Caroline felt her heart rate return to normal. "That makes sense." "Now, I think it's time we meet Dr. Devereux, don't you?" The giantess asked as she began to unbuckle Caroline from the five point harness which had held her into the rear facing carseat. Caroline didn't exactly have a say in the matter, which wouldn't have bothered her if she had been released from the infantile seat and placed on the floor. However, she was once again perched on Zsófia's hip. "Wait!" The little woman shouted embarrassingly loud before she regained her composure. Zsófia paused and looked down at the small woman she was holding. "What about my carry on?" Caroline asked, looking up at the Pannonian woman. "That's right!" Zsófia softly slapped her forehead with her left hand while making an exaggerated face. Caroline found herself returned to the ground just outside of the shuttle bus. She watched the Amazon hop aboard the bus and quickly walk out holding her small carry on! Zsófia couldn't help but smile as she saw Caroline's face light up like she was a child getting a gift on her birthday. 'If only she was my bab-' Zsófia had to shake such thoughts from her head as she handed over the prized piece of luggage to the little scientist. "I'm so sorry. If you had left your notes and research behind, your trip would truly be for nothing. I really need to get myself under control." "It's only natural." Caroline replied, trying to keep her escort happy. "I've studied Amazons since high school and you're just going through the standard reaction any Amazon goes through when they see a Little they want." Zsófia looked down at Caroline in awe; it was like the tiny thing had read her mind or something. "I can see why you're one of the most respected researchers in the field." Caroline tried not to smile, but it really felt good being acknowledged by an Amazon. Of course, the almost bipolar shifts between being treated like a toddler and then talked to like an adult were quite jarring, but hearing the woman praise her for her knowledge helped ease the awkwardness she was feeling. "Thank you, I do my best to understand the problems facing your people inside and out. Now, how about we go see this laboratory?" "Sounds like a plan. If you'll follow me, Dr. Miller." Zsófia took the lead and, for the first time since the terminal, Caroline was starting to feel more like herself again. The two women walked side by side as equals towards the massive structure which seemed to dwarf Zsófia. Two grey columns rose up on opposite sides of a flight of twenty steps of stairs. The building itself was a brutalist structure that seemingly had been repurposed from a possible military past to be used for modern medical applications and research. Caroline came to this conclusion as she and Zsófia entered the sterile white lobby of the building. "Good afternoon, Zsófia!" A cheery face announced from behind a large desk. "Hi, Erzsébet!" Zsófia smiled and leaned over the desk to kiss her friend on each cheek while the woman named Erzsébet did the same exact gesture on Zsófia. Caroline didn't exactly know what to make of this gesture. She may have been well read on Amazonian behavior and everything that related to their biology, but she wasn't very well versed on cultural customs that each region practiced. For all she knew, it was either an average greeting or maybe the two giants were lesbians. Caroline honestly had no clue which was the right answer so she simply let the two women get on with their custom. "And who do you have with you?" Erzsébet cooed down at the little woman. "Oh, this is Dr. Miller." Zsófia answered. "That's funny, Zsófia. She should be with the others, but if you ask me, she shouldn't even be here. She should-" Erzsébet released a high pitched giggle and stared at her friend with a knowing look. "You finally adopted?!" "Erzsébet, calm down! This is doctor Caroline Miller, the Amazonian Fertility specialist from overseas." The brunette stared at Zsófia like she was speaking a foreign language and then turned her attention to Caroline who she was seemingly studying. "She has a badge. She actually has a badge." Erzsébet said in disbelief. "But how is that possible?" "The government is bringing in the most highly skilled scientists and doctors to tackle the Fertility issue. You are aware that Dr. Devereux isn't even Pannonian and she's leading the team." "Yeah, but this girl is a Little." Erzsébet replied. "I may be a Little, but your government only wants the best minds on their team to figure out a cure to this problem. We all want to find a solution to the issue, both Amazons and Littles. I swear to you both that I'll work night and day until you're all able to have your own children." Caroline stated, finally finding her moment to speak up. Both giants looked down at Caroline and couldn't help but nod in agreement. Even Erzsébet seemed to hide her doubt and look at her with a newfound sense of respect. Caroline watched as the brunette phoned for Dr. Devereux. While Erzsébet talked with the doctor, Caroline realized that just because she looked cute, she was having to basically promise these giants something that could take years to achieve. She couldn't help but wonder if she was going to be given a time limit just because of her diminutive size. How she hated that every Amazon she had met looked down at her like she was a cute kid or lost toddler. She was determined to end that type of attitude by not only helping the Amazons, but by leaving her mark on History by granting her people the ability to grow just as tall as Amazons. Luckily, she felt confident that she was close to understanding the Amazonian genome fully and mapping out all of their genes responsible for their reproductive health. "I still can't get over how short she is." Caroline frowned as she heard Erzsébet whisper to Zsófia. "What does it matter how tall I am!? I promise you that, in a few years from now, you'll be screaming my name out in both agony and ecstasy as you push out your first baby!" "Well, I wasn't expecting Dr. Miller to be so adamant and an adorable Little thing." A new voice cooed. Caroline blushed as she gazed up at the new giantess that walked into the lobby. "Are you Dr. Devereux?" "The one and only, but you may call me by my first name; Matilda. I run the entire research arm of this facility." The raven haired woman wearing a lab coat replied, introducing herself. "It's an honor to finally meet you, Matilda. I look forward to working with you!" Caroline held out her hand above her head. "I trust that your trip here was an uneventful one." The giant woman stated as she shook the much smaller woman's hand. "I wish I could say that it was uneventful, but there was a woman who tried to abduct me in the airport. I'm grateful that Zsófia was with me. She has been a great help and made sure that I got here without any trouble." Caroline explained as the much larger woman released her hand. "I'm sorry to hear that, but Zsófia's actions will not go unrewarded. I'll mention that she was instrumental in ensuring that you arrived unharmed in my next report." Erzsébet nodded to Zsófia who thanked the lead scientist. "Thank you, Dr. Devereux, but I was just doing my job." "The last thing we want is for Dr. Miller here to end up attending preschool, or something far worse than that, before she can help solve our crisis." Matilda chuckled to herself and turned her attention back to the little lady in front of her. "Now, onto the purpose of your arrival here; I expect to hear that you have been continuing your research since your last book. Would I be correct in assuming this?" "Of course I have!" Caroline beamed and gestured to her carry on. "I have almost everything on my laptop and what isn't digitally saved has been documented physically in a few notebooks where I keep some of my hypothetical equations. I think it's roughly about four years of research in there." "Excellent! That's just excellent. I'm so glad you brought that with you and didn't load it on the shuttle." Matilda smiled. Suddenly, Caroline remembered that her luggage was still on board the bus and, aside from a picture of her parents, all of her clothes were inside her suitcase. "When will I get my luggage?" Caroline asked, hoping that it would be in her room after she met the rest of the team. Speaking of rooms; where was she going to be staying during her duration in Pannonia? "If all goes well, you'll have your luggage after you finish your first day of work with us. After all, there is still plenty of time left in the day!" Zsófia couldn't help but wonder if Dr. Devereux was making an exception for Dr. Miller since all the other Little's luggage was currently being searched for valuables and money before ultimately being burned. It would make sense since the Littles who didn't qualify to be in the long term testing phase were to be preselected by members of the Nobility and those who weren't adopted by the ruling class were immediately shipped off to Orphanages across the nation. Dr. Miller definitely wasn't going to be shipped off anytime soon, she realized, but part of her foolishly hoped that she would be given an opportunity to adopt Caroline before the Nobility were notified of her Little status. "Ladies, I trust you can get Dr. Miller's room prepared for her and please do keep an eye out for her luggage." Dr. Devereux stated in a neutral tone. Zsófia and Erzsébet both nodded in the affirmative. "Very well then, we must be headed down to the lab. Say goodbye to Zsófia and Erzsébet." The giantess ordered in a slightly less professional voice as she addressed Caroline. "Bye Zsófia! Thank you for helping me out in the airport!" Caroline waved and then added, "it was nice to meet you, Erzsébet!" The giantess wasted no time ushering the little geneticist with her deeper into the facility until they came across an elevator. Matilda pulled out her key card and swiped it down the digital reader which opened the elevator doors with a beep. "When do I get one of those?" The little lady asked as she pulled her carry on into the elevator with her. "Not many people get these key cards, but I'll be happy to have Zsófia escort you around the compound if needed." Dr. Devereux replied while typing something into the digital screen on the side of the elevator. With a sudden bump, the elevator started descending. Caroline hadn't been on too many elevators in her life, but even her limited experience with the small moving rooms made her want to make small talk; if only to pass the time. "So, I overheard that you're not originally from Pannonia. What country are you originally from?" Caroline asked as she gazed up at Dr. Devereux. The fact that the woman was in a lab coat and Caroline was dressed fairly casual by comparison didn't help her feel any less inferior. "My father was from Albion and my mother from Honshu. I was born in Honshu and was taught everything I know at the highest institution on the island; Tohoku. After graduating, I have since traveled the world and used my extensive medical knowledge to help nations such as Tsaria develop their healthcare infrastructure to accommodate their Little population." Caroline had heard of Tsaria and knew that it wasn't exactly the most welcoming place for her people. They had few if any rights so it made her wonder what Dr. Devereux had been doing in that country. Still, Matilda had treated her with respect thus far and it was possible that Tsaria had relaxed their laws or even had a pro Little government come to power in the years since she had heard about the country. After all, Caroline didn't exactly know too much or care about the politics of the Amazonian nations or their geopolitical situations. Her mission in life was to right the wrongs that biology had inflicted upon the world not worry about what nation had what laws. However, if she remembered correctly Honshu had some very unorthodox and unethical thoughts about curing Amazonian Fertility. The last thing she had read was about a "revolutionary" procedure where they were implanti- "This is our floor." Matilda announced with a subtle smirk. The doors opened to reveal a state of the art laboratory filled with both men and women who were staring at computers, into microscopes or running around with vials and other materials. The laboratory on her home island wasn't even a fourth the size of this facility. It was like something out of her wildest dreams. She had finally made it. With the tools provided to her by the Pannonian Government, she could cure Amazonian infertility and find a way to unlock a Little's potential to grow as tall as any Amazon on the planet! To Be Continued... If you can't wait for the next part 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

This story is a free story posted publicly for your enjoyment. If you would like to pledge to my Patreon there will be a link at the end of this part of the story. Please comment and give this story a like if you're enjoying the journey. --- If the driver said something, Gwen didn't hear it. "Look, she's yours now!" Gwen shouted this time, desperately pointing at her slumped over friend. "I kept my end of the deal! Let me get my sister back!" The silence that followed was maddening to the young woman who only wanted confirmation that the deal was done. Gwen looked back over at Lindsey and felt a pang of guilt; she had betrayed her friend, offering her up like she was collateral in some sick game that she could never understand. Not wanting to look at Lindsey anymore, Gwen turned her head towards her window and peered out into the darkness. The trees that lined the edge of town swayed in the breeze as the driver turned onto the two lane highway that cut through the rural area which forced Gwen to watch the town disappear. Since it was the middle of the night there was virtually no traffic on the interstate except for the occasional headlights of trucks in the distance which quickly passed by driving in the opposite direction. Gwen tried to memorize any highway signs she saw, but the lack of streetlights made that task all but impossible and only increased her sense of despair. After what felt like an eternity a large white building appeared out of nowhere alongside the highway; it stood about four stories tall and looked out of place in what was otherwise a heavily wooded part of the country. The driver turned off of the interstate and drove into the facility. Searching for anything that could identify the building, Gwen looked all over the structure until she saw a name written near the front of the building which read "Cedarwood Regional Medical Center." Gwen finally knew where she was, but being taken to an old, condemned hospital twenty miles outside of town didn't exactly help her at the moment. "We're here, ladies." A cheery voice came from the front of the car. Gwen looked away from the window and noticed that the glass partition had been lowered and the crazy bitch was talking on her walkie talkie. "When will I get to see my sister? I gave you my friend!" Gwen tried to keep her voice level but failed due to her anger building up after being ignored for the entire trip. "You'll get to be with your sister once I have Lindsey secured inside." The driver explained before getting out of the car. Gwen wanted to ask the crazy bitch more questions, but she didn't get the chance since the woman had stepped out of the car and closed the door behind her, locking Gwen inside with Lindsey. A moment passed in silence until she heard voices coming from the front of the car as two more people walked up. She had to lean forward in her seat, but Gwen immediately recognized that the two people who were talking to the doctor were the same nurses who were holding her sister hostage. Once the conversation was over, the passenger doors were opened and the nurses stepped forward pushing some type of chair that Gwen had not been able to see. The nurses beckoned her out of the car, telling her to be a "good girl" while doing it. Even though she wanted to punch the bitch holding out her hand, Gwen had no choice but to comply with their orders and get into the strange looking folding chair with wheels. It wasn't until Lindsey was loaded into the bizarre looking chair that Gwen realized that they were both sitting in oversized strollers! "Take them to the maternity ward. Gwenny wants to see her sister." Gwen scowled when she heard the doctor call her that name. "Yes, doctor." The woman standing behind Gwen replied. The stroller she sat in lurched forward, carrying her against her will back into the hospital that she had hoped to never see again. As Gwen was pushed past the various empty rooms, she couldn't shake the feeling that the doctor had done something horrible to her sister. When Gwen had struck a deal with the demented doctor they were both in the examination room so why would her older sister be in the maternity ward? She did recall the doctor saying that they were both going to go home together, but things were starting to bother her. She had remained silent to avoid angering the doctor, but why was she restrained in the stroller like Lindsey? The wailing of an adult infant pierced the hauntingly quiet hallway, interrupting Gwen's thoughts as the nurses pushed her and Lindsey through a set of double doors. "Looks like someone missed her big sister." The nurse standing behind Gwen cooed as she continued pushing the stroller over to the where Gwen's sister sat. Gwen gasped as she saw her older sister sitting in a stroller wearing an adult sized onesie. The pained expression on her face broke Gwen's heart as she was forced to watch her older sister crying like a baby. It quickly became obvious to Gwen why the twenty four year old was wailing like a baby as an earthy stench filled her nostrils; her big sister had shit herself. There was no denying that the woman, who she had looked up to while growing up, was thickly diapered; the bulge and the sides of her discolored diaper peeking out from within the onesie was a dead give away of that fact. Still, it was so hard for Gwen to truly accept that the once intelligent woman pounding her fists against her thighs in front of her was the same woman she grew up with and had admired throughout her youth. "What the fuck did you do to her?!" "We didn't do anything." The nurse standing behind Lindsey's stroller answered. "Yeah, the doctor fixed her up." Came the voice of the nurse standing behind her own stroller. What Gwen wouldn't give to be able to punch the bitch behind her stroller right now. "The doctor promised to give me my sister if I gave her Lindsey! This wasn't part of the deal!" Gwen screeched as her ears started to ring. "I did promise little Gwenny that she'd get to go home with her sister and I intend to keep my promise." Gwen turned her upper body around and looked past the backrest of her stroller to see the doctor standing in front of the double doors. "I kept my end of the bargain!" Gwen shouted at the doctor which made her older sister cry even louder. "And you're such a good girl for doing that which is why I'm not going to remove your teeth and make you a crawler like most of the other girls. I'll just remove your potty training and make your mental functions similar to that of a two year old like your sister here." A grin spread across the doctor's face as she started walking over to where Gwen's older sister sat in her stroller. The smug tone in the doctor's voice made Gwen sick to her stomach. "But you can't do that to me! I did everything you told me to do!" "And that's why you're not going to go home as a six month old in a twenty one year old's body." The doctor explained as she popped an oversized pink pacifier into her older sister's mouth, silencing the fussy woman. "I have more friends!" Gwen pleaded, trying to offer the crazy woman anything to get out of this fucked up situation."I can get you more girls or guys!' The doctor turned away from her suckling sister and looked down at Gwen. She seemed to think about what the young woman was offering her. "You already know too much." The doctor replied. "Even if you don't know where we are, you know that we're in a hospital and this is one of only three in the region." "I have no idea where we are, you crazy cunt!" Gwen cried out in anger as she thrashed around in her stroller. The only thing keeping her from falling out of the stroller was the five point harness. "If you keep saying such naughty words then I might decide not to send a pair of twins home to your parents. I could do things the way they were done over twenty years ago when you first came home from the hospital." The doctor threatened. "You know what? Maybe I will be delivering a two year old and a newborn to your parenf's house in the future." The doctor saw Gwen's eyes widen in shock. "If you don't like that idea then maybe you should do yourself a favor and keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut." Gwen stewed in her stroller, rage festering from within as she tried to think of a way to escape. She was strapped in the stroller, but as she looked down at the buckle underneath her breasts she realized that it was a larger version of the normal clip lock that comes standard on a baby stroller. It would be easy to press the button and free herself, but how would she get away from the two nurses and a doctor? Even if she could escape from these monsters they obviously knew where she lived. 'Fuck! What if I get free and this bitch kidnaps mom and dad?!' It was all so hopeless! "I'm going to reward you for helping me, Gwenny." The doctor said as she leaned forward with a syringe in her hand."This is a fraction of the strength I normally use, but for the next fifteen minutes you're going to experience a type of happiness that you never knew existed." With that said, Gwen felt the sharp prick of cold steel jab into the side of her neck. Gwen felt everything slow down. One moment the doctor was in front of her and then she had stepped away. It was getting harder to focus on her surroundings as an increasingly comforting warmth embraced her body. It felt nice. "After you change Penelope and take her down to the play room I want these two diapered and ready for weighing." Those were the last words Gwen heard before her mind stopped registering what was going on around her. To Be Continued...

Not everything is as it seems, but I definitely agree with you. Thank you. I hope you enjoy the rest of the ride. Thanks, I wanted everything to appear normal and gradually become more unique as things developed until I ended it with a cliffhanger. I'll be posting more soon. I hope you're ready for a crazy ride because this commissioned story gets pretty wild. Thanks, Guilend. I couldn't post this on Patreon because they'd freeze my account since they frown on kidnapping. Ironically enough, they don't care about some of the other stuff I post. LOL

It could be minutes, hours, days, weeks, months or even years. But yes, there's definitely something about her research that would raise eyebrows in the Amazon facility. You have the right idea there. Interesting point. She is one of the brightest, if not the smartest person in her field. I'd imagine that squeezing her for everything she knows would be the smart thing to do, but we all know that Amazons are driven by emotions, not often guided by intellectual goals when Littles are involved. Nonetheless, we shall see what happens next. Hypnosis is actually not allowed in this particular nation which is one of the reasons why Caroline felt it was safe to travel to the country. She's definitely close to making a breakthrough, but her lab has always held her back. Plus, the island she lives on in the chain of Little nations doesn't have the fully mapped out Genome of an Amazon's DNA. With more information Caroline could definitely accomplish what the Pannonia government has hired her to do. Well, technically Dr. Devereux has hired her, but that's not that important of a detail, or is it? Also, you're pont about Amazons continuing to adopt Littles is definitely spot on. Infertility is what keeps this whole dimension diapering the small, but even if they could have as many kids as they wanted an Amazon's maternal mindset would probably make them "adopt" in between pregnancies when they finally find the "perfect" Little. That and what if an Amazon just wants a "baby" without getting pregnant? There's always going to be Amazons who care less about bloodlines and just want to be a mom. So, you're definitely on the right track there and understand how an Amazon thinks. Speaking of the booming Little Industry, you've reminded me of the sequel I'm currently writing for Corporate Takeover that will bring back our profit driven CEO. Will Caroline be adopted? I guess you'll have to keep reading to find out. That being said, diapers would definitely cut down on bathroom breaks. LOL

I love your descriptions of each character and how you mention what they're doing. I know that sounds incredibly simplistic, but there's no other way to explain it without getting insanely technical. You find the right balance when you're describing a person or the actions they're engaging in. I am guilty of sometimes going too in depth when detailing something, but I have yet to hear any complaints about how I write something like drooling. XD Yeah, writing smut is just a lot of fun and is a lot less stressful than writing a multi tiered novel with all the trappings such a project inevitably brings with it. I try to add twists and turns into my brand of smut, but it's definitely not necessary, especially when all you need to do is write something like the character going through the motions of their life. This is why I love stories like yours. You just know what you're doing. I hope that helps.

I'd like to give you feedback on this, but there's not a lot to go off of. You obviously have an idea in mind and I join the other commentors in asking for more. For the record, I have an idea where this is going and I like it.

I'm loving the pace and progression of this story! Great job!

Here's a free story about a young woman who doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut. Please comment or give it a like if you're enjoying the story. --- Lindsey sat in her room, staring out of her bedroom window brooding after her self imposed exile. It was her fucking birthday for crying out loud and her parents had forbade her from being able to leave the house! Unlike most twenty one year olds, Lindsey had been forced to spend her summer break from college back at home with her parents. Well, the word "forced" was a bit extreme; she had voluntarily returned home to see her parents and mooch off of them until she had to go back to school. However, things quickly changed once she got home and found out that they had a new baby in the house. "It's okay, Maddie. It's just a little bit of poopy in your pamper." Lindsey felt the right side of her head throb upon hearing her mother's sickeningly sweet voice coming from just outside of her door. She knew that voice well. It was her mom's "attempting to calm her sister tone" when the brat was screaming her head off like a teething toddler. "Don't cry, baby. Mommy's going to change your diaper once we get you down for bed." "Ugh," Lindsey subconsciously groaned. She had been stuck on diaper duty during the past three weeks whenever her mom and dad weren't at home and it was starting to grind away at what little remained of her sanity. The worst part of the whole arrangement was that she effectively being kept a prisoner in her own house. At first, it was because nobody was around to watch the baby since both of her parents still worked. Since she was watching her sister all day long, she hadn't really thought about leaving the house since caring for her sister was literally a full time job. However, as time passed and tempers flared, she finally got sick of wiping her sister's ass and wanted to go hang out with her friends. It was on her mom's first day off since Lindsey arrived home that her parents literally told her that she couldn't leave the house! It was no longer about helping out with the baby; according to her parents, it was about keeping her safe from whatever was going on around town. To Lindsey, it was as if a quiet, self contained hysteria had engulfed the small town over the past few weeks. It seemed more and more incidents were occurring around town which made her parents become increasingly protective of her. At least, that's what she was able to piece together through the few snippets of what passed as conversation during dinner. It felt so odd to be effectively ignored since she had to help feed the baby, but hearing her mom and dad gossip in solemn tones about which family around town was afflicted by this mysterious tragedy was starting to drive her crazy. It all came to a boil during the previous night's meal where her dad had casually mentioned Maddie's best friend from down the street like her disappearance was perfectly normal. "I haven't seen the Miller girl in a few days." Her mother looked up from her plate. "Is that the family with the twenty four year old daughter?" Her dad sighed. "Yeah, she went to school with Maddie if I'm not mistaken." Lindsey recalled putting down the large plastic spoon full of mashed prunes before chiming in. "Are you guys talking about Jackie Miller?" Her mother sighed. "Yeah, I think so." She couldn't believe her mother's apathetic tone. That was Madison's best friend and they were pretending like she didn't exist! "Well, what do you guys think happened to her?" "Hopefully nothing, but I haven't seen her since last Friday." Her mother replied before taking a sip off of her alcoholically enhanced iced tea. "They should've kept her in the house." "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" Lindsey snapped at her father's remark causing her sister to start bawling her eyes out. In the blink of an eye, her mother had leapt up from her seat and was standing beside her daughter, Maddie. "It's okay, baby. Big sissy isn't mad at you." Her dad had cleared his throat by that point and was staring her down from his spot at the head of the table. "You know what I meant, Lindsey. The Miller's shouldn't have let Jackie leave their house which is why you're definitely not going to leave this house until the sheriff's catch the sick fucks responsible for your sister's condition!" An awkward tension had filled the air before Lindsey stood up from her seat at the table and screamed at her father. "Tomorrow is my twenty-first birthday, dad! I'm not going to just sit here like a prisoner while all my other friends are enjoying their lives!" That was the last time Lindsey had spoken to her parents. She had spent the entire day in her room, periodically walking out to the kitchen to get a yogurt or make a bowl of cereal. Just because she was pissed off at her parents didn't mean that she was going to starve herself. Their attempts at conversation were ignored. Each "happy birthday" was met with quiet indifference and indignation. Somehow she had gone the entire day without talking to either one of them, but luckily she had her friend, Gwen to chat with. They had spent the whole day planning out their night on the town. In all honesty, there wasn't much to plan since the town only had two bars and the Copper Stallion was the only thing close to a "hip dive bar" suitable to the forty and younger crowd. The Iron Spittoon was literally a Boomer bar and she wouldn't waste a minute in that shithole even if the drinks were free! The sound of her bedroom door creaking open pulled Lindsey's attention away from the window and towards the door to see her mother looking in through the gap. "I just put Maddie to sleep." Lindsey remained silent, but didn't look away. "I know you're still upset about the situation, honey, but we don't want you to take any risks. What if you end up like your older sister?" The question lingered in the air for an uncomfortable amount of time until her mother spoke again. "You're still angry, I get that, but how about we celebrate your birthday tomorrow?" It sounded less like an offer and more like a plea. "I'll take the day off, hire a babysitter for Maddie, and we can make mixed drinks all day. It'll be a regular girls day in!" Slowly, Lindsey turned away and returned her gaze to the window, peering out of it like a bird trapped inside of a cage. The sound of her mother closing the door in defeat was the only sound that pierced the quiet stillness of the house until a few moments later a digital ping came from the phone that sat on the desk by her chair. She immediately picked it up and noticed that it was Gwen. Ur parents in bed yet? Lindsey's thumbs got to work typing on the now fully charged phone. "Dunno bout my dad. Mom is prolly gonna lay down." K was the only letter sent in reply. Lindsey stared at the reply for a moment and started to get annoyed. "U gonna pick me up or wat?" Normally, she would've taken her car, but since her dad had confiscated the keys she was forced to rely on Gwen. An uncomfortable amount of time passed waiting for her reply. If Gwen had bailed on her then she'd just walk to the bar. It wasn't that far away, but the thought of someone jumping her along the way did linger in her mind until another digital ping sounded off, pulling her out of her increasingly dark thoughts. Can't take my car. No gas. "Fucking cheap cunt." Lindsey seethed under her breath. "Walking to the bar." Lindsey replied with annoyance. Don't. I got a buck for UBER to get you. "Such a cheap cunt." Lindsey chuckled to herself before typing, "Wat about beer?" I got cash. UBER is cheaper than gas. Lindsey couldn't argue with that line of thinking so she simply replied with a "K" and put her phone into the back of her ripped Jeans as she stood up. She quietly slid her window open, taking her time to push the screen out from its place, knocking it out of the frame. Flashes of sneaking out of the house during high school to smoke pot flashed through her mind as she did so, making her feel rather juvenile until her face was hit by the cold air of the night. Originally, Lindsey had wanted to wear her booty shirts and show off her body, but once her sneakers landed on the wet grass, she knew that she had made the right choice by wearing her Jeans. The minutes passed by painfully slow as the cold air made Lindsey start to question whether standing around and waiting for her friend was a good idea. Lindsey sighed, seeing her breath hang in the air for a moment before vanishing. 'Fucking bitch.' She looked down the end of the street and was just about to text Gwen when a pair of headlights appeared in the distance. 'It's about damn time!' Lindsey thought as she stood there impatiently on the sidewalk in the growing glare of the car's headlights. The black SUV crept forward until it pulled up to the side of the curb and stopped. Right when she was about to step up to the sports utility vehicle her phone pinged, notifying her that she had just received a text message. 'I wonder who that could be?' Lindsey ignored her phone, opting to approach the luxurious SUV. Before she could reach for the handle, the back door flung open revealing Gwen leaning over from her seat. The slightly older girl flashed her a smile and patted the empty seat. "Come on, Lindsey. What are you waiting for? Your birthday is almost over!" "No thanks to you." Lindsey replied in a bitchy tone while getting into the car and grabbing onto the side of the door, slamming it shut. Before Lindsey could even get comfortable, the driver was already starting to complain. "Make sure your friend is buckled up!" Lindsey cocked an eye and looked over at Gwen who was already reaching over for the seatbelts that laid limply by Lindsey's shoulder. Before she could be buckled in, Lindsey brushed away Gwen's hands and buckled herself in. "Just because I haven't been out of the house doesn't mean that I forgot how to use a seatbelt." She expected Gwen to say something, but the young woman remained silent which seemed odd given that she was always a bit of spitfire; it was why they both got along. "You're the birthday girl. Just thought I'd help." Gwen finally spoke up after snapping her own seatbelt shut. Lindsey felt like she was missing something here; like she was being left out of an obvious joke or something. She turned her gaze away from Gwen and to the driver who was already looking over her shoulder, watching her. It made the already awkward atmosphere of the backseat seem to build more awkward if such a thing was possible. It felt like the driver was waiting for her to say something. "Maybe you should stop staring at me and get this clown car on the road." Lindsey demanded in an annoyed tone. "You don't like the lighting? My passengers always love the lights, especially after a long night out." The driver replied, ignoring her rude tone. "They just stare at these lights until I deliver them to their homes." The back of the car had electric-pink pin-striping running around the lining of the ceiling which bathed the backseats in a faint pink glow. Lindsey had noticed the lights, but didn't exactly care for them. It seemed a bit much for a simple ride to the bar, more like a luxury car,but maybe Gwen had been lying about her budget? "The lights are nice, but I'd have to be pretty shit faced to just stare at them like some retard." Lindsey retorted. "Don't mind Lindsey." Gwen finally spoke up. "She's had a long week and just wants to get drunk on her birthday." "That's right." The driver smiled. "You did say on the way over here that it was her birthday." "Yeah, and it's almost over." Lindsey sighed. "So less yapping and more driving!" "Of course, but before we get going, here's a little gift from me for your special night out." The older woman pulled out a bottle of water from a cooler she must've had sitting on the passenger seat and handed it back to Lindsey. "Gee, thanks." Lindsey replied in a sarcastic voice. "It's actually a good idea to hydrate before you start drinking." Lindsey cocked her head just in time to see Gwen drink from her own bottle of water she must've gotten from the driver beforehand. "Your friend is right. It helps prevent hangovers." The driver added, seemingly waiting for her to pop open the top and drink. "Fine, but I want this car moving once I finish taking a sip." Lindsey grumbled while screwing off the lid of the twenty ounce bottle of water. She took a long sip from the water bottle and the car finally pulled forward. Feeling the vehicle actually moving made Lindsey start to unwind. She leaned back in her seat and started thinking about the potential guys she'd meet tonight. How many she'd flirt with and maybe the lucky guy she'd fuck if things went right and he invited her back to his place. Suddenly, Lindsey felt like she was having trouble thinking straight as an unusual haze overcame her mind. She tried to lift her hand to touch her forehead, but all the strength had left her arms, causing her to drop her bottle of water onto the floor. "Gwen!" Lindsey slurred her words. "Sum thin ish wong wif me!" If Gwen had heard what Lindsey had said, she gave no indication of it. Lindsey struggled to keep her eyes open as everything grew blurrier and darker in the backseat. A yawn escaped her mouth as a tiny trickle of drool dripped down her chin. Lindsey couldn't believe how out of it she was; it was like she had been drugged or something! The very idea that she had been drugged gave her a second wind of sorts. She gazed up from her slumped position and tried to spot the driver but found an opaque black glass divider that hid the woman from sight. It was like a big black mirror reflecting an endless sea of neon pink due to the custom interior lights of the car. She pulled her eyes away from the tinted glass partition and let out a long sigh before succumbing to the drugs in her system. "Okay, she's knocked out now." Gwen said as she looked at her unconscious friend. To Be Continued...

I appreciate you giving my simple story a read. She's definitely one of my more developed characters personality wise. I'm always getting commissioned to write fanfiction so I don't get to truly flesh out a character very often. That being said it's going to be an interesting journey and I hope you enjoy the ride. Thank you for your patience. Here's the next part! ---- "Alright, everyone line up and turn in your forms! We're boarding now!" Caroline noticed a flurry of activity as all the assembled Littles lined up, forming a very long line. Before she knew it, she was standing all alone. Standing alone was something a Little should never do when in Amazonian lands if they wanted to maintain their freedom! The Little scientist quickly got to the back of the line and waited to talk with the Pannonian representatives. Sure, she had a badge and wasn't like the other Littles, but there was one thing that her grandmother had instilled into her and that was politeness. Being polite and obeying an Amazon's rules was key to maintaining their respect. However, this last truth wasn't something that grandmother had taught her. Caroline had learned this through multiple forums and threads across the Internet. One simply didn't do business with Amazons without learning how they operated. Even in business, politeness and respect were paramount in getting what you wanted from an Amazon. Why would it be any different in public? Just because she had a badge didn't mean she could interrupt the operation. So, she waited and as she waited, she couldn't help but be reminded of school. Each person in front of her handed in their form and was told to place their luggage in a large bin. It was all very orderly and everyone present was proving that Littles weren't just erant children driven by chaotic fits of fancy. In her time dealing with Amazons, she had heard so many silly things about hyper Littles and how they were no different than Amazonian children. Caroline could only assume that some of those Littles, who had given the Amazons that impression, were probably drug addicts who had done too much booger sugar as Granny liked to call it. No one was perfect, not even Littles. "What are you talking about?!" An angry voice shouted. "I'm not giving up my luggage!" "Sir, please calm down." The much larger woman stated in a neutral tone. "I don't want to surrender my luggage. What if it gets lost or stolen?!" The Little asked in an annoyed tone. "Sir, I assure you that it'll be placed underneath the bus in the storage compartment and given to you when we arrive at the facility. There is no need to throw a tantrum." The man sighed and paused, obviously trying to choose his next words wisely. "Alright, but I have your word that I'll get my suitcase once we get to the facility. Understood?" "Absolutely. There's no need to worry." It sounded a bit cliche, having heard it so many times from her parents and grandparents, but when an Amazon told you not to worry, it was time to start worrying. Caroline hoped that she would be exempt from having to relinquish her carry on. It was one of the reasons why she picked one with wheels. Her luggage from the plane wasn't that big of a concern to her if it was lost. She could always just wear her clothes until she was able to buy new ones after work. However, her carry on never left her side and was transported by her own hand. She was going to take it directly to the lab so she didn't need to worry about her research being lost, but the idea of her being forced to give up her carry on, the carry on filled with all of her notes and research, was far too scary to contemplate. What if they simply confiscated her research and dumped her into a nursery or adoption center somewhere!? She had to mentally remind herself that she was different. She had something the Amazons needed. 'I'm Dr. Caroline Miller. The smartest Little in the world! I'm brilliant enough to be recognized by the lead researcher of Pannonia for my contributions to their cause! They wouldn't dare diaper me!' "Miss? I need to see your forms and-" The Amazon bent over and looked at her badge in disbelief. "You're Dr. Miller?!" Caroline was pulled from her thoughts to see a giant brunette gazing down at her badge with a confused expression. "Yes, I'm Dr. Miller." The Little scientist replied, trying to sound confident, or as confident as a five foot tall woman could sound in the presence of a woman who was literally twice her height. "You're such a tiny thing!" The woman grinned before reeling in her maternal desires. "I mean, I never expected that our guest scientist was a Little." "Yeah…" Caroline felt nervous. She had never seen an Amazon act that way towards her. "I get that alot, ma'am." "I bet." The woman in the grey blazer and pencil skirt looked down to Caroline’s bag. "You don't have to give me any forms, but you'll have to give me your bag." The young researcher gulped. "But it has all my research and Doctor Devereux will be very unhappy if I lose it." This actually caught the woman handling papers and luggage off guard. She had to think for a moment as the group of Littles were leaving the terminal. "Well, I suppose it wouldn't be the worst idea in the world to allow you to carry your bag onto the bus with the others, but don't you dare lose it or we will both be in trouble." "I won't." Caroline replied. "Great. Now you be a good little girl and catch up with your group. They're leaving right now." "Shit." Caroline muttered without thinking and took off after her group, running as fast as her little legs would carry her as she pulled her carry on behind her. Thankfully, she picked a good day to wear a dress and wasn't wearing those ridiculous heels that her grandmother had told her to wear. What difference could six inches even make if you could barely walk in them?! "Mommy!" A high pitched voice called out. "I want that one!" Before Caroline could even turn her head, a pair of massive hands scooped her up from the ground. In a matter of seconds, the scientist was staring into a pair of beautiful blue eyes. "My word, Alicia. You sure picked a cutie." The giant woman beamed while holding Caroline up in the air. "She'll make an excellent baby sister for you!" "There seems to be a mistake!" Caroline shouted. "The only mistake here is that someone hasn't already claimed you and diapered you." The humongous woman with Auburn hair said in a voice reserved for infants. Even though the tone was sickeningly sweet, the intent behind those words were more sinister than anything she had ever heard. "I'm not a baby!" Caroline cried out. "Ma'am, there seems to be a rather serious mistake here." A familiar voice stated. "Would you please put down our researcher?" Caroline quickly turned her head and came face to face with the kind Pannonian Government Representative she had first met in the terminal. "Researcher?" The baby crazy Amazon scoffed at the very notion. "The only thing she should be researching is how to stick a square peg into a round hole." "Ma'am, I'm not going to repeat myself." The woman in the brilliant military blazer stated in a firm tone. Caroline noticed her eyes seemed to show a fierce fire burning within. "Kidnapping a guest of the Pannonian Government is punishable by imprisonment and I promise you that you'll be locked up for at least twenty years. Do I make myself clear?" This development was quickly attracting the attention of quite a few people who suddenly froze in place. Such a spectacle was rare in the nation of Pannonia. "I see how it is." The annoyed Auburn haired woman stated in a disgusted tone before handing Caroline over to the Pannonian Representative. "The Pannonian Government thanks you for your cooperation in this matter." The woman in gray replied, holding a bewildered Caroline in her arms. "Just because you work for the military you think you can claim any baby you see." The angered Amazon muttered as she and her Amazonian daughter walked away. "Are you alright, Dr. Miller?" Caroline blinked as her feet were once more returned to the ground beneath them. She could only stare up at her savior in awe. "I'm okay, thanks to you." Caroline admitted. "If you don't mind, I'm going to give you a personal escort to the bus." The older woman stated, not even waiting for a response before she grabbed Caroline by her hand. Caroline didn't think much of being led by the hand like a child. If she was in her right mind, she would have objected, but she was simply too consumed by the events which had just transpired only moments before. What had startled her more than almost being adopted in the middle of the airport was what the Little scientist had seen in the Pannonian Representative's eyes. It looked almost like the woman who had saved her was ready to fight the other Amazon over who was going to diaper her. "Here we are." The large woman announced. Caroline blinked away her thoughts, trying to focus on what the Amazon wanted her to see. Roughly twenty feet in front of her stood an enormous shuttle bus that was surrounded by Littles from all over Pannonia and beyond. They were all moments away from boarding a bus that would take them all to the facility. "Well, do you want me to make sure that you get on the bus?" Caroline simply nodded. Almost being kidnapped definitely messed with her once unbridled confidence. She’d rather be with this woman than risk walking only twenty feet to the bus. "Alright then. Let's go uppie!" The older woman in the smart blazer cooed before scooping Caroline up and putting her on her hip. "I'm sorry about that, let's get you seated, Dr. Miller." Caroline cocked an eyebrow. It was so startling how quickly these giants were able to turn on their previous personality after talking down to her like she was just a motherless child. As Caroline boarded the bus, carried by an Amazon who was pretty much protecting her, a loud shouting fit erupted from the back of the shuttle. She couldn't help but wonder what all the commotion was about as she looked up at her rescuer. "What's going on back there?" Caroline asked. "Looks like one of the volunteers isn't happy with the seating arrangements…" The giantess replied as she approached the first row of seats. Caroline could only tilt her head in confusion while trying to look over towards the back of the bus, but it wasn't easy since the Pannonian Representative was literally cradling her against her bosom. However, from what she could hear, the unhappy traveler was yelling about how he was much too old to ride in something called a "carseat." "Sir. If you want to be paid for your participation in the trail research program, then I suggest you quit yelling and let me help you into your seat." Just from the tone of her voice, Caroline could tell that the Amazon was not amused with the uppity man's behavior. "I don't care about that!" The man replied. "You Pannonians promised to treat us with dignity. You promised that we would be volunteering for an opportunity to end this bullshit baby treatment! And the moment we get on your bus you have us sit in these ridiculous baby seats?!" "It's best not to worry about him, Dr. Miller." The older woman stated as she approached a bench seat. "Let's get you strapped in." "Strapped in wha-" Before Caroline had a chance to finish, she found herself in the air being lowered into a massive rear facing seat that forced her to lay down. “Wait a minute! What're you doing? Why am I sitting backwards in this thing?!" "Dr. Miller, please relax." The Amazon replied as her hand pulled down a strap which clicked the harness into place between Caroline's legs. "But on the plane I got to sit upright. Why am I laying in this thing like I'm in a pram?!" Caroline demanded. “Well, that was a mistake the airline made. You're actually much too small for an ordinary carseat. This is what someone your size should be traveling in." "Really?" Caroline asked. "Yes, really. Besides, you'll be able to get some sleep if you want. We don't want our guest scientist to be jet lagged and all sleepy when you get to the facility." Caroline couldn’t really argue with that. She was starting to feel tired. The events of the last ten minutes, coupled with the cultural shock of actually coming face to knee with real Amazons was beginning to take its toll on her. So, she simply watched in silence as her new protector took a seat next to her weird baby seat. "I'm Zsófia by the way. Zsófia Szalai." Her Amazonian counterpart said with a smile. "What's your first name, Dr. Miller?" "Caroline." "That's quite a nice name." Zsófia smiled. "Thank you." Caroline replied as the few remaining Amazons and Littles slowly boarded the bus and walked past her bizarre seat. "Looks like that's the last of them." "How long is the trip to the Nagy Facility?" "It's about two hours if there's no traffic on the motorway." Zsófia answered. "Alright. Sounds good." Caroline replied with a yawn as the shuttle bus started up. "If you don't mind, I think I'll get some rest." "Certainly. You get some sleep." Caroline stretched and turned her head away from the admiring eyes of Zsófia. With the gentle motion of the bus traveling away from the airport, it took only minutes for Caroline to fall asleep. 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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Oh and not gonna lie... I saw that cliffhanger coming a mile away when you didn't mention what happened to Sadie.

Rapists, yes. Pedos, no. Everyone in the room is an adult. At worst they're taking advantage of the mentally infirm.

"You all have been chosen by the National Administration of Genetic Engineering and Fertility or NAGY for short. The nickname has gained popularity across the nation and has stuck since our government has been heavily invested in this department, making it the largest assembly of minds in the nation outside of the actual legislative branch." The woman who towered over the rest of the people in the room explained to the gathered group of Littles. "We’re Pannonia's chief research agency that is responsible for coming up with a breakthrough which will ultimately benefit all Amazonian kind! Our goal is to end the fertility crisis that has made society turn you Littles into our substitute children. With your help, we strive to create a world where no Amazon will ever have to pretend that you are their child!” That last sentence was met with an uproarious amount of applause which Caroline couldn't help but join. Despite the inherent distrust of Amazons, every Little in the room was happy to be here. To be a part of a potential solution that would help Amazons reach a 100% fertility rate was worth the risk. Especially if it made the culture that enslaved their people as pretend babies nothing more than a bad footnote in the history books. Despite the noble work that the Pannonian Government was doing to help her people, Caroline couldn’t help but think that her work was still vastly more important. Curing the mystery ailment which rendered seventy percent of the Amazon population sterile was far more important than simply raising the fertility of a few women. After all, if only thirty percent of women could possibly conceive and only ten percent of all Amazon women were ever successful this still left seventy percent of all giant women without a baby. If all Amazons could be cured and we're able to bare real children then it would definitely reduce the number of them who sought to "adopt" her people. This was why her life's work was still of utmost importance! Regardless of what information they had, her research was going to be her primary focus throughout her stay in Pannonia. However, Caroline had a secret motive for traveling to Pannonia. She had long dreamed of a world where the distinction between Little and Amazon was non-existent. Where the only difference between her future children and the Amazon's children were measured in inches, not feet. If she could level the playing field by unlocking a Littles' ability to birth children capable of growing as tall as an Amazon then there would no longer be Littles to subjugate and baby. There would be no need for tests on perceived maturity levels. Yes, what had driven her to be here today was to help aid her own people while trying to help her Amazonian counterparts in their fertility issues. If she was granted full access to their databases, she could gain all of their knowledge and data in regards to Amazonian DNA. Then she could study their molecular make up and unlock the genetic structure of the Amazon. At that point she could put her theories into practice and be the first person to literally do what no one else has ever done: erase the genetic differences between Little and Amazon kind! In her mind, there would be no need for Littles to be forced to pretend to be babies since both races would have their problems solved: the Littles would no longer be little and Amazons would be able to have children naturally. Still, at the end of the day, Caroline knew that once she cracked the Amazonian Genome she would have to overcome the fertility issues that the giants faced since her people would soon be plagued with those same problems too. So, it only made sense for her to make the journey to Pannonia. "Young lady?" Caroline blinked and found herself startled by the woman who stood before her. She didn't look that tall across the room when she was giving her speech, but now that the Amazon was standing directly in front of her, Caroline was forced to crane her neck upwards. She had heard rumors that it was possible for Amazons to be over eleven feet tall, but this woman was huge! "Yes?" Caroline answered, trying to maintain her confidence. Caroline had noted, upon landing at Pannonia's airport, that the Pannonian women, who were a part of the program, were rather tall from a distance. They all dressed confidently in a pantsuit that looked vaguely militaristic, but up close these giant women looked downright intimidating despite their big, bright smiles. "I know you're bored having to listen to my explanation of the project, but I need you to fill out these documents like the others are doing." "I think you have me confused with someone else." The much smaller woman stated before adding. "I'm Dr. Caroline Miller, a geneticist and fertility researcher." "Oh yes, that's right. Dr. Devereux did mention something about a girl named Caroline coming to work with her. So you're the famous Geneticist and expert on Amazon Fertility? You look much younger than I was expecting." The much taller woman stated. Her earlier cheerful manner was almost betrayed by a lingering hint of doubt that was in her voice when addressing Dr. Miller. "I may be young, but I was solving advanced mathematical equations while I was still in diapers." Caroline boasted. "I can only hope that wasn't last week?" The giant woman did her best to stifle a laugh. Caroline frowned, realizing far too late that she had set herself up for that type of insult. Aside from her online interactions with Amazons, her face to knee experiences with Amazons were pretty much non-existent. In fact, the boat ride and subsequent flight that brought her to this very airport was the first time she had ever left her island. "No. I have been potty trained since I was four." Caroline replied in a neutral tone. She didn't want to show any embarrassment or weakness. If the stories she had heard from her parents and grandparents were true about the Amazons, they simply loved to see a Little squirm mentally. "My apologies." The much larger woman stated. "I think I overstepped my bounds, especially if you have been personally invited to work side by side with one of the greatest minds Pannonia has in its arsenal." Caroline stared up at her for a moment, not entirely sure if the larger woman was being genuine, but ultimately, she gave in and smiled. "It must be rather shocking for you to encounter a Little who is considered by one of your top Scientists worthy of working with your agency. I simply can't wait to exchange notes and knowledge with her." Caroline said, trying not to sound smug. "Yes, it is. You really do look much different than I was expecting." "Who exactly were you expecting?" Caroline pressed the giant for an answer, an answer that she already expected to hear. "I suppose you could say that I was expecting someone who was a bit taller." The Amazon smiled. "However, I must say that you Littles age so much more gracefully than we do. A sixty year old Little looks as young as a thirty year old one. And you…"she paused. "You look like you should still be in high school." "Thanks, I guess." Caroline scratched the back of her head. "I suppose I should take that as a compliment. I'm actually twenty six." "Well, do me a favor." The tall woman leaned over, her grey blazer just barely holding her breasts against her chest. "When you exchange notes, be sure to tell Dr. Devereux anything you know about the gene you Littles possess that controls your youthful appearance. I'd love to look like I'm thirty for a few more decades." The Amazon said with a wink. "If everything goes well, I'm sure that both of our people will get everything we want and then some." Both women smiled at each other. "I look forward to that day. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy your stay and be sure to wear this badge." The Amazon reached into her blazer and pulled out a security badge with Dr. Miller's name printed on it above a barcode. "The last thing I want is for a little genius like you to end up in a stroller so please stay with the group." "Will do." Caroline replied as she adjusted the large badge on her coat. As the much larger woman turned to walk away, Caroline couldn’t help but wonder what sizes her clothes were. The giant woman's breasts alone were probably three times the size of her head! Despite her overwhelming intellect, Caroline had always felt insecure about her physical stature. She could trace such feelings of inadequacy back to her freshman days in college where her fellow classmates, inbetweeners mostly, would make fun of her for having a small chest. Before those years, being a Little had never really bothered her, but being teased over the course of her college career had left a lasting mark on the young woman's psyche. She wanted to be large in more ways than one. Subconsciously, that was what drove her to try and break the Amazon genome so she could not only achieve physical unity on the planet, but finally have a body that matched her intelligence. How she longed to be seen as a woman and not just some tiny child playing pretend. So, while everyone else was signing the appropriate forms and filling out paperwork, Caroline found herself free to observe her surroundings. She was standing in the terminal for flights destined for international travel between the Federation of Littles' nations and the continental mainland. From what the young scientist had overheard, the terminal she was standing in dated back a few decades ago to a time when relations between the Amazons and Littles were much more stable. Other than the group of volunteers, herself and the few Pannonian giants that stood close by, watching over them, there were only a few people walking nearby. A loud cry caught the little scientist's attention. It wasn't exactly a baby's cry. It was louder and a bit deeper than a baby's. Still, whoever was crying had quite a pair of lungs on them even if it lacked the squeal of a true infant. Suddenly, one of the numerous giants pushing a carriage stopped and proceeded to lift up the occupant. Caroline didn't need to strain her eyes to see that the baby who inhabited the pram was a little. A little who obviously suffered a diaper blowout if the giant's booming voice could be believed. The sight of the huge mother laying the baby woman back into the pram and using it as an impromptu changing table caused Caroline to overt her eyes. Even as she stared at the others in her group, she couldn't keep her mind from wandering back to the sight she had just witnessed and was now trying to ignore. Who was that woman? What had her aspirations been before she was forced back into babyhood? Did she have a husband or family before being abducted? Did her parents know what had become of their daughter or was thier daughter ultimately joining them at daycare? Such questions were a waste of time to ponder on, but Caroline always had to ask them to herself. Lamenting on lost life gave her the motivation to continue with her research. These questions fueled her desire to bring unity to this cruel world. Seeing such sights as a fellow Little getting her dirty diaper changed gave her an odd sense of justification for coming to the mainland. If not her then who would remedy the evils of this world? However, Caroline was no fool. She could easily be "adopted" by anyone of these women who walked through the airport. Just because these ladies were going on vacation or traveling to meet family and or conduct business didn't mean that she couldn't be added to an Amazon family. ...Why did Littles even move to the mainland? According to Caroline's grandparents, emmigration was much more common in the olden days. Bright eyed Littles were thrilled to move to the mainland seeking adventure and higher paying jobs in specialized fields. Her grandmother's best friend had left the island nation to become a starlet. However, according to grandma, she had seen the beautiful woman on a package of diapers in the supermarket years later. The poor woman had her face and diapered butt plastered on every package of Huggies from Catalon to Honsho according to granny. Needless to say, it was one of her family's most favored cautionary tales to tell her as a child. Such stories of the past haunted her while simultaneously fueling her resolve. This was why she was here in the first place! To prevent and make it impossible for future men and women to be demoted to diapers and forced to prance around in pampers. If everything went according to plan, Littles would no longer be an Amazon's doll to display in public like a status symbol. This was the day! The day her life's work would truly begin! 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. It's Christmas time. 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I really put everything into this story to make it unique so I'm glad to hear that it's become one of your favorites and thank you for your support! I can't write these stories without feedback and a few bucks to feed my family. LOL Sometimes the smartest of people think they can save the world, but fail to realize that sticking their neck out for others isn't worth it. Thank you, I'm a big fan of your writing. If I got your attention than I know that I've done something right. It's not even the second chapter and you're already preparing her shrine. XD I'll be updating this story later this afternoon. Sorry for the long gap, December is always a difficult month.

Sounds like Baby Bela will do very well once they put her on a schedule like every other 6 month old. XD Great chapter! It was well worth the wait!

I'm loving this story and how it's proving to be your darjer story yet. I always wondered how you were going to justify everything that was done to Luna/Lulu, but now it makes sense. I'm looking forward to seeing what's next and I suspect it's going to be a while before Luna meets the "good" newborns.

I understood now why age is meaningless for the big babies; everyone except Sonja can see that these are literal young adukts being treated as babies. It makes sense for how you're describing these scenes.

I hope you had a Merry Christmas because I really enjoyed that last little update! Thank you so much for continuing this!

It's really the little details that make this story so enjoyable. To be fair, the smut filled stories are getting rarer these days. Don't get me wrong, I like plot filled stories, but nothing can beat a good smut filled story

---Later that afternoon--- Usagi had awoken sometime after arriving home. She wiped the sleep from her eyes as she looked around, seeing cribs bars all around her. The pigtailed scout recalled being pushed through the streets naked, save for a thick diaper, and then it all went blank. 'I must have fallen asleep or something on the way home.' The blond felt a fleecy material cover her entire body as she stretched out. She was clad in a warm and fuzzy pink footie pajama, but didn't remember ever being dressed in it. That didn't trouble her, the sizable lump of warm mush in the back of her thick huggies did. 'When did I do that?' "Ewwww!" Usagi cried out in her whiny tone of voice. "Mommmy!" "Aww, did my little girl have a bad dream?" Ikuko cooed as she opened the door to Sailor Moon's nursery. "Nooooo, needa new diapeee!" The purple haired vixen smiled. "My big girl is so talkative today." Usagi kicked her legs, throwing her blanket off of her sleeper clad body as her mother waltzed over to her crib and lowered the bars. "Takin too looong!' "Calm down, sweetie. There's no rush to grow up. Honestly, I should be complaining about this more than you. I'm the one who has to change your stinky butt." Ikuko chuckled as she scooped up her daughter from underneath the blond's armpits and carried her over to the changing table. "We don't want to spread the icky poopie monster around in your diaper now, do we?" "Noooo." The blond replied in a pouting manner. "Okay, this is going to feel yucky, but mommy has to lay you down." Usagi looked ar her mother stupidly until her large, bloated diaper hit the surface of the changing table with a loud squelch sound. In an instant that blank look vanished from Sailor Moon's face and she started crying out loud, flailing her arms and kicking her pajama covered legs in distress. "I warned you, meatball head. Now, don't fight mommy and I'll get you cleaned up as quickly as I can." Ikuko stuck a large, pink pacifier into her crying daughter's mouth. The teen started to suckle on the oversized soother with vigor and seemingly calmed down from her temper tantrum. With her oversized baby distracted, Ikuko unzipped the pink jammies and went to work changing the loaded pamper. It took half a dozen baby wipes, a fresh coat of powder and a thick, adult sized pamper, but the big blond baby was finally clean and in a fresh diaper. Usagi now found herself in her mother's lap in nothing but a thick diaper. Unlike at school, she didn't mind being topless around her mom. It wasn't embarrassing; it was comfortable and the warm bottle of milk only added to the comfort. Sometime after the diaper her mother had carried her over to the rocking chair where she so often drank her big bottle while gently being rocked. "Sometimes, it makes me so happy that you never grew up. Sure, wiping your butt and changing your messy diapers isn't fun, but I love these little moments we share. Seeing you so content and happy warms my heart." Usagi smiled behind the large baby bottle at her mother. The young lady rarely received such unbridled praise and affection from her mother. 'Wait, why wouldn't mommy shower me with love?' Instantly a slew of memories bombarded the simpleton; her mother scolding her for failing grades while praising Chibiusa. Yet, those memories soon turned into fun filled afternoons of chatting with her girlfriends about school and boys while dressed in adult outfits. Arguments between said friends about boys followed and then a powerful vision shined brightly in her mind as she saw herself leading her friends into battle. They stood tall, dressed in big girl skirts and tops, vanquishing the forces of evil while she held her crescent wand high in the sky. This revelation started her and caused her to accidentally leak her formula all over her chin and breasts. "Such a messy baby girl!" Ikuko cooed as she wiped her daughter's face and perky boobs with a wet wipe. Poor Usagi shivered slightly, losing the incredible memory she had just reacted to. "I sowwy, mommy." "It's alright, baby. You were just daydreaming again." The blond looked up at her mother with a blank, almost puzzled expression. 'How could I dream if I wasn't asleep in my crib?" Ikuko chuckled. "Let's get your tummy filled with some yummy dinner and a nice bath afterwards to soothe that sore skin on your bottom. I swear that teacher of yours has no clue how to change a diaper." With unknown strength Ikuko balanced her daughter on her hip as she approached the dinner table to find Chibi and Shingo scarfing down the meal she had spent the majority of the afternoon preparing. "Really?" Ikuko asked, slightly annoyed as she sat Usagi in the oversized high chair by her chair. "You two couldn't wait for me to get your sister up from her nap?" The youngsters continued to eat, replying with mouths full and half hearted excuses about a long day of school or how hungry they were. Even though Chibi was supposed to be the big sister now, she still took after Usagi when it came to eating. The overworked mother sighed and sat down at her chair. She looked at her teen baby and smiled. "At least you can wait until mommy takes her seat." IIkuko tickled Usagi under her chin which caused a symphony of childish giggling to erupt from the teen. Once she had tired of tormenting the blond, a spoon full of baby mush was scooped out of a large jar that was sitting on the plastic tray of the high chair, and presented it to the out of breath teen baby. "Open up for mommy!" Ikuko cooed. Sailor Moon grinned and happily opened her mouth. She felt very hungry, even after a big bottle of formula, and waited eagerly for the spoon. Her mommy wasted no time shoveling the green colored goop into her mouth. The taste was horrible and Usagi almost spat it out upon the muck hitting her tongue. It took a lot of effort for Ikuko to not bust up and start laughing. The faces Usagi made were absolutely priceless and definitely film worthy. Still, no matter how comical the expressions, Ikuko felt bad for her overgrowth baby. "What's the matter, baby? Don't like your num nums?" "She probably isn't that hungry. I mean, I wouldn't want to eat that stuff." Shingo observed from his side of the table. "I fed you pureed broccoli when you were a baby and it didn't bother you one bit." Shingo blushed and returned to eating off of his own plate. His mother probably would slop some of that gunk on his plate too if he continued to talk about it. Chibi kept her mouth shut and didn't look at what was on her mother's tray or what was covering her face. The girl was happy with the food Ikuko cooked and knew that babies, like Usagi, couldn't eat big girl food like she could. The meal went on in relative silence, Usagi was the only one making any noise as struggle to eat each jar. It seemed like she was getting most of it on her face and bare breasts while her siblings finished their meals. Finally, her meal was finished and Ikuko couldn't help but chastise her big baby for making such a mess. "Next time, let's try to get some of that in your mouth and not all over your boobies." Chibi took it upon herself to clear the table while Shingo snuck away. It really did appear that the pink haired Senshi was the most mature child in the household and Ikuko took notice of it while wiping Usagi's face and upper body with a baby wipe. "I really appreciate your help today. Picking up your baby sister for me and clearing the table. Thanks, Chibiusa." The pint sized scout could only blush and nod before she called out to Ikuko, who was leaving with Usagi to the bathroom. "It's no problem, Auntie." "Do me a favor." Ikuko looked back to Chibi while holding a dozing Sailor Moon on her hip. "Make sure Shingo starts his homework. I gotta wash our spoiled princess and put her down for beddie byes." "Sure thing." Usagi could barely keet her eyes open as she rested her head against her mother's shoulder. She'd been stuffed with various mashed up vegetables and yummy fruits which caused her normally flat stomach to bloat outward as the girl fell into a food coma. Each step rocked her into a deeper sleep until the teen slightly came to when her mother lowered her into the warm bath water. Still, the soothing warm water only served to increase her drowsiness. Through random moments of consciousness brought on by being scrubbed, washed, dried and then lifted from the tub, Usagi remembered being bundled up in a soft, warm towel and then taken back to her nursery. Her mother quickly diapered her in a thick, night time disposable diaper before getting her dressed into a nice fuzzy pair of pink footie pajamas that had bunny ears built into the hood. Usagi gazed up from her plush pillows and comfortable baby bedding to see her mommy smiling down at her. She leaned in to kiss her on the forehead and then raised the crib bars. "Good night, my little meatball head!" To Be Continued... you're enjoying the story and want to read the whole thing right now then you can. Join my fanbox and you'll gain immediate access to my anime stories. It's Christmas and it's only $5. Why not reward yourself with an early Christmas gift? You're worth $5, right, https://daymare.fanbox.cc

Honestly, I'm getting some serious Baby Hotel vibes from this, but you've really built on it. You developed this whole reward system where she cannot refuse to become more babyish or she literally freezes to death. I can only imagine how far down she'll go until she's allowed to join the babies. I'm assuming this isn't going to be another adult toddler centric story. My guess is babies who are so little that crawling is all they can do.

Have you forgotten about Nicky who was breastfeeding from Azrael? He's probably a little older than Reila and then there's Rachael who is most likely the oldest baby in the group so that's three babies so far. I'm assuming that there could be more since this seems like a common punishment, but I do wonder why Nicky was demoted to being a very young infant. I mean Reila must be only... huh, how old is she now? I mean, she can't even hold her head up so she must be like 2 months old, but Sonja was talking about potty training which is more like a one year old at the earliest so that must mean that she is closer to six months old which is what I assumed Nicky is being seen as... Kitten, can we get some "ages" here once all the babies are in the same room? Perhaps Azreal, Emma Jean and Sonja can talk about what ages their babies are? I assume Rachel is at least a year old since she could fight back, but that was also in the airport so I'm a bit confused on ages here. Other than that, this is a masterpiece! My favorite Christmas diaper story ever!

"How many times have I told you not to get naked?!" Mrs. Junko questioned the mischievous naked girl. "I-uhh.. I dunno." Usagi replied, staring at the ground beneath her feet, suddenly finding the little bits of dirt fascinating. "I've lost count!" The irate teacher exclaimed. "Your continued disobedience will be rewarded with a spanking!" A series of gasps came from all the young women present. They might have been treated like babies by their parents; Diapers checked and changed, bottles forced into their mouths or baby food fed to them, bathed and dressed without any care or concern for their own child's modesty, but the threat of a spanking was what shocked the scouts the most of everything they had endured so far. Before the blond could mutter any kind of nonsensical excuse or response, she found herself being dragged along by her ear towards the door of the classroom, by her exasperated teacher. Her friends quickly followed closely behind, but not too close since they didn't want to earn their teacher's wrath. Whether Mrs. Junko noticed or cared was not known, but the teacher did close the door right in front of Matoko and Rei's faces. Undeterred, the scouts all gathered in front of the windows and peered into the classroom. Within seconds they saw a bare naked Sailor Moon get draped over the short Asian woman's knee. If any of the girls had blinked, they would have missed the lightning fast strike of the short woman's hand slapping across their leader's bottom which started the spanking. Mrs. Junko didn't hold back as she continued to rain down open palmed blows hard and fast onto the firm backside of a squealing Usagi. A stinging pain radiated across the teen baby's bottom and upper thighs while the blond flailed her arms and kicked her legs as she cried her eyes out and immediately began to beg for mercy. Her poor ass was absolutely throbbing, like a sore tooth, and Mrs. Junko was barely getting started. "Stop!" Usagi wailed. "Stooopp!" The smacking of flesh on flesh answered her childish demands. "I'll be a good girl!" Another slap echoed in the air after Usagi cried out. "I'm soooorrrrreeeeee!" The blond whined in a pitiful tone. Mrs. Junko didn't flinch as the big baby flopped around like a scared fish on her lap. A small smile slowly spread across her face while she continued to punish her blond charge. The scouts couldn't believe the fact that their teacher looked like she was enjoying putting their friend through such an intense spanking. Rei wouldn't tell any of her friends this but having her thigh slapped by her grandfather when she fought her diaper change this morning was nothing compared to what she was witnessing Mrs. Junko do to Usagi. "Pweasee!" Usagi sobbed. "I'll be goooood!" Usagi was blabbering like a baby in between squealing and begging for her spanking to stop in a shrill tone. She kept pleading with Mrs. Junko as a pain that was beyond words spread across her ass cheeks and thighs. The poor, defenseless teen baby could only continue to swing her arms and kick her legs in an attempt to try to get away from her tormentor. After one particularly loud smack, she went limp and stared at the carpet beneath her but was unable to see it through her tear soaked eyes. "Let me goooo!" Sailor moon howled. Mrs.Junko continued to blast the girl's ass with a relentless torrent of spanks, ignoring Usagi's pleas while grinning like a deranged fool. The scouts could only gaze at the scene through the window in sheer disbelief as the spanking dragged on and on. This wasn't right; the girls knew that much. No one would ever spank a child like this, let alone a teacher. After a few minutes, Usagi realised that the only sound in the room was her own soft sobbing. She looked up at her diabolical tormentor with a face covered in tears and snot. "Is…is it over?" She dared asked. "It's over," Mrs. Junko declared with no emotion. "Are you going to keep your pampers on like a good girl from now on?" She followed up her question by rubbing Usagi's red hot butt, as if to remind the girl that she could spank her anytime she wanted. Usagi trembled at the very touch of the woman's hand, and realized that she hadn't stopped crying. She was totally at this horrible woman's mercy; she'd never felt so powerless. "If you don't want to wear your diapers then I'll be more than happy to keep spanking you. Such a lovely shade of crimson you've got going on." The short woman observed with a sinister smirk. "Please put me in my diaper." Usagi answered. "I'll be a good girl, Mrs. Junko." "That's much better. Big babies like you belong in diapers. They NEED their diapers!" Usagi flinched at this declaration and rapidly nodded in agreement. "Hold still." The short woman ordered. Usagi stared blankly at the ground, afraid to move an inch as she awaited her diapering. Never had she ever wanted to wear a diaper more than now, but that was mostly due to the fact that she wanted diaper cream to cool her cheeks. That and she needed a pillow between her thighs to keep them from rubbing together. The caress of cold plastic was all she wanted after such a savage spanking. However, her wants were ignored as she helped up from the cruel woman's lap without the soothing relief of cold butt cream or the caress of a cushy diaper. "Good. Now, that is taken care of there's just one more thing we need to do." Mrs. Junko helped Usagi to her feet and led the naked girl over to the nearest corner. "Now stick your nose in the corner and wait for the kids and I to return from recess. If you so much as move a muscle I'll tan your backside all over again!" Usagi whimpered pitifully in agreement, sticking her nose right up against the wall to appease her angry teacher. "That's what I thought." Mrs. Junko stated with an air of smug satisfaction as she walked towards the door. Upon seeing their teacher walking towards the door, the scouts scattered as fast as their legs could carry them which wasn't very fast due to the thick disposables they wore impeding their strides. Rei immediately chased after Ami while waving at Matoko in a silent gesture, motioning for her to run after Minako which created the illusion of the girls playing an impromptu game of tag. By the time Mrs. Junko had opened the door and looked out, it looked like an innocent game of tag was being played by the oversized toddlers. "Kids!" The teacher hollered out into the playground. "It's lunchtime!" With that a sudden torrent of preschool aged children ran past the diapered scouts into the classroom. Poor Usagi blushed at the wall knowing that her swollen red bottom was being seen by all the kids who belonged to this class. She just wanted to be diapered and allowed to sit down. Hadn't Mrs. Junko realized that she had learned her lesson? Ami was the first to sit down at the table, joined soon thereafter by her fellow planetary warriors. They wanted to talk to each other about the bizarre behavior their teacher her displayed towards Usagi during that fierce spanking but there was no time for such a discussion as Mrs. Junko was close by, handing out various snacks and drinks to each table full of kids. Ami received a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, minus the crusts, along with a sippy cup. Rei looked at her blended up baby food that was placed in front of her on a plastic plate in disgust. What was once a very ornate, traditional Japanese meal was rendered into baby slop. She sighed when Mrs. Junko handed her a massive baby bottle filled with almost a liter of baby formula. Jupiter and Venus both had to drink from the same large adult sized baby bottles, but their meals were prune flavored baby food. According to Mrs. Junko, their mothers had forgotten to pack them a lunch like Ami and Rei's mommies and she had to improvise a replacement meal for both girls. Meanwhile, Usagi was still waiting in the corner, waiting for her diaper to be taped onto her sore butt. She wanted to rub her bottom, to help alleviate the pain, but she knew better than to tempt her teacher's wrath. Suddenly, she felt her teacher's hand grab her by her shoulder and her body was spun around, forcing her to face the diminutive woman. Nothing was said between the two women as Usagi allowed her teacher to led her to the center of the classroom and over to Mrs. Junko's desk. The desk was unique since it was the only proper desk in the room, but nothing of true importance claimed the space on top of the desk. That was until the meatball haired sailor scout found herself lifted up and sat atop it; making it become a makeshift changing table which could be seen by any student in the classroom. "Don't you move," Mrs. Junko warned sternly. "You want your diaper?" Usagi nodded vigorously in response. "Then lay there on your back like a good girl, okay?" Mrs. Junko didn't wait for a reply. She had already walked away from the girl, leaving a naked Sailor Moon sprawled out on her desk. Her friends currently had the best seats in the house. Of course Usagi laid there doing her best to space out, but even she had trouble since every eye in the room was now upon her naked body. All of her friends currently had the best seats in the house as they were the closest table to their teacher's desk. Each girl wanted to help Sailor Moon, but each scout was frozen in place by fear and a strange feeling of curiosity. Just what was going to happen? Was that crazy teacher going to spank Usagi again? The short, Asian woman returned with a ridiculously thick pink disposable diaper that, even when folded up, looked too big to properly fit the tiny blond. "Knees bent!" The woman ordered and Usagi didn't hesitate to pull her legs towards her chest, bending her knees at the same time which presented her plump, crimson red bottom to her teacher. Mrs. Junko once again grinned manically as she lifted Usagi's legs up and slid the unfurled pink monstrosity of a disposable under the pigtailed girl's butt. Usagi squealed as her hot and bothered tush made contact with the cold, synthetic cotton covered surface of her new underwear. Before she could be taped into the bulky diaper, Mrs. Junko liberally dusted a healthy coating of sweet smelling powder onto Sailor Moon's crotch and bottom. Another squeak escaped from Usagi when Mrs. Junko started rubbing in the talcum powder. Rei was staring at the scene unfolding in disbelief, but it wasn't because her good friend was being diapered in front of her. For a brief second she saw a shadowy aura emanating from Mrs. Junko. Rei blinked her eyes in shock and the strange energy she had seen was no longer visible. After being diapered, Usagi was helped off of the desk and onto her feet. Standing on shaky legs she was ordered to join her friends and walked bow legged back to her table. Each step looked like a chore due to how much the disposable stretched her legs out. She looked just like a cowboy who had been riding a horse for days on end. Her friends were entirely sympathetic for obvious reasons and quietly welcomed her back. Lunch ended roughly ten minutes later and the rest of the day was more akin to an actual class. There were sing alongs with Mrs. Junko leading the class. Each girl had to repeat the verses of one, two, three and then sing their ABCs. Once the singing was finished, kids were called upon to recite a part of the alphabet or solve a math problem while a miserable Usagi fidgeted in her seat, pawing at her diaper. Ami was called upon by the short Asian woman who had posed a simple question. The blue haired scholar hung her head, humiliated when she failed to properly solve four plus four. It was as if her brain went blank as Mrs. Junko starred at her, grinning. The class didn't hesitate to laugh at Ami and went undisciplined by the teacher who stifled a chuckle of her own. "Now, children. Some of my students aren't as smart as the rest of you. Who do you think these teenage girls still attend my preschool class?" Mrs. Junko asked, suppressing a laugh. Once again Rei could see Mrs. Junko's dark aura enveloping the small woman's form. She thought back to all those conflicting memories of her wearing a bright red skirt and sailor top, welding a bow of flames to vanquish evil beings such as Mrs. Junko. The raven haired girl knew that there was something real about these odd visions. Something that she knew to be true about herself. However, just as she was about to pinpoint the truth, it evaporated, leaving her thoughts plagued by various images of public diaperings, nap times and high chair feedings. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of these sights and looked over at her poor friend, Usagi. The girl with the Odango style hair was violently scrubbing the front of her thick, plastic pamper. That woman had coated her friend's crotch and bottom with some kind of itching powder or, at least that was what Rei thought. Poor Usagi couldn't figure out why her diaper had been bothering her so much, maybe she was getting a rash? Luckily, or unluckily for the girls, Usagi would say the former since she was about to be free, class was dismissed for the day and Chibi Moon stood waiting in the doorway after all the kids had left. She was wearing an upperclassmen uniform and smiled down at her diaper clad sister. "Has my baby sister been a good girl today?" The small, pink haired girl asked Mrs. Junko while she gazed at Usagi. "She misbehaved and took off all of her clothes before parading around in her birthday suit. A quick spanking set her straight though." Mrs. Junko grinned again, helping the small girl unfold a giant stroller which Ikuko had left behind for Chibiusa to use. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. My mom says she's going through a phase right now." "It's quite alright, some of these special cases do like to go nakkie sometimes. Still, I can't have it in my class, might encourage her friends to do it too, you know." The short teacher explained as she helped hoist Usagi into the stroller's seat. Chibi giggled as she helped buckle her own mother into the stroller. "That's good point. Thank you for helping me with the stroller. I hope you have a nice day!" Mrs. Junko nodded and waved to the young child who was pushing her future mother out of the classroom in an oversized stroller. She couldn't hold back her laugh as she stood in the empty classroom. "It's pretty obvious who the more mature girl is in that family." To Be Continued... I apologize for the delay and I plan on updating this weekly until it's done, but you're enjoying the story and want to read the whole thing right now then you can. Join my fanbox and you'll gain immediate access to my anime stories. It's Christmas and it's only $5. Why not reward yourself with an early Christmas gift? You're worth $5, right, https://daymare.fanbox.cc

Caroline looked over the email she had just opened and smiled. In the very first sentence of the correspondence, an Amazonian doctor from the mainland, had acknowledged her status as a doctor. It was simply unheard of for an Amazon to recognize the accomplishments of any little, save for when a little filled their diaper. Thus, this seemingly casual opening sentence had caught Caroline slightly off guard, but still, she had to admit that it was nice to see an Amazon paying her the due respect that she deserved. It was not just a simple title to Caroline, but the very embodiment of her years of seemingly endless hard work. While she studied diligently, her peers had partied and enjoyed life to the fullest during college. Unlike the other students, she pushed herself to stay in her dorm room and study during weekends. Her roommates would be stumbling back into the shared living space, ready to go to bed when Caroline would be getting up, ready to tackle the day and broaden her horizons. This dedication to her medical studies paid off handsomely as she had graduated at the top of her class; Magna Cum Laude, at the remarkable age of just 24 years old. While most of her colleagues had settled for simple jobs in nursing or practicing medicine to help the aging little population, Caroline forged her own path, one of the few, if any, Littles that had ever set foot on this path. She was not only a Geneticist, but she stood alone as the only Little expert on both Little Fertility and Amazonian Fertility. This was a fact that few knew save for her nation's government, her University and her family. She kept this knowledge closely guarded and never disclosed the fact that she was a Little to anyone she did business with. The many books she wrote in an effort to help Amazons were only sold to the numerous Amazon nations and always through various middlemen. Even though she was doing her best to solve the infertility problems that plagued the Amazons, she knew that she had to keep her size a secret. Not only would she be scorned by Amazonian society if they found out her race, but any baby crazy Amazon could seek her out and confine her to a crib for the rest of her life. This made it a unique challenge for her to do business most of the time since a lot of people wanted to do a face to face conference call through the web when doing her book deals. It was especially difficult to do business with the various Amazon couples who had sought out her help with conceiving in the early days. However, as the years went by, she had proven herself able to help needy Amazons bare babies and the vast digital forums of the internet returned their gratitude by respecting her wishes for anonymity. Not a day went by when someone in her research lab, or even her family, would ask her a simple question; why? Why help the people who actively enslave our kind? Caroline always replied that it was fairly obvious why she was doing this. "If the Amazons can naturally bare their own babies, they will have no need to baby us." Such logic was definitely sound. Still, most of her colleagues would walk away dumbfounded and mystified. Caroline was something of an enigma in Little Society and she knew it. Unlike the other bright minds of her people, those who provided their brilliance to the cause of trying to liberate littles laying in captivity across the mainland, through less than legal means, she worked hard to stamp out the very need for said captivity of her people. While women and men wasted their time across the mainland metropolises seeking legal and political reform, seeking emancipation for their diapered brethren, Caroline was actively helping her would be captors by using Little taxpayer money, as well as her extensive knowledge, to give them what they wanted most: A baby. The smile Caroline wore slowly faded from her face as she read through the email from Dr. Devereux. By the end of the correspondence she was frowning. What would've normally been the pinnacle of her career; an invitation to work with the brightest minds in the world to tackle an issue that everyone wanted resolved, filled her with a sense of anxiety. Her carefully cultivated secrecy had come back to bite her in the ass. Obviously, the Amazons thought of her as one of their own and wanted one of the best Amazonian Fertility experts to be on their team, but there was no way she could go to the mainland…. Could she? She looked over the email once again and noticed that Dr. Devereux mentioned that there would be an escort provided by the Pannonian Government once she landed in their capital. Caroline stared at her computer, deep in thought. If she made it through the flight, which was fairly easy for most Littles, she would be safe from the massive maternal monsters who would want to wean her off coffee permanently, forcing her to feed off of their fresh supply of creamer, straight from the tap. "Ugh" Just the thought of such a possibility made Caroline physically wince. Still, the rewards would far outweigh the risk. To live in a world where no Amazon needed to incarcerate her people into infancy. To be truly free of fear and travel the world uninhibited. With the help of the Pannonian Government, she could achieve these dreams! She could wipe out Amazonian infertility and never have to worry about bouncing around in a baby walker or baby swing while sporting a packed pamper ever again! Surely, she couldn't be considering their offer? A nagging little voice in her head told her that she was being foolish. So what if she made it past the flight and reached her Government appointed escort? What was stopping that person from just picking her up and taking her home to their wife or husband the moment they saw that she wasn't an Amazon. It wasn't like it was uncommon for Littles to disappear abroad. 'I should just set this aside until the morning.' Caroline closed the email and popped open her favorite website, TheTube. It was time to unwind after a long day and watch some stupid viral videos before bed. 'Chicken plays piano. Huh, that could be interesting.' Caroline clicked on the video and, before she could watch the video, an annoying advertisement dominated the screen. Before she could click skip, a startling vision caused her to freeze in place. On the screen was one of her former classmates prancing around in pampers! Just the sight of the bouncing baby blond caused her to shudder, but Caroline couldn't look away as the young woman on the video struggled to walk in her thick diaper. Caroline couldn’t remember her name, but her face, and those huge tits, definitely looked like the girl who was in that crazy sorority on campus. "That's Sasha Valenovo!" The name hit Caroline like a ton of bricks. She had gone to high school with her before they both went on to university. They were never close, but it was hard for Caroline not to remember her bountiful bosom. No, she wasn't a lesbian. It just was uncommon for Littles to be that gifted up top. 'She must've had an Amazonian ancestor somewhere in her bloodline.' Despite her rich father connections and her own good looks, Sasha had been kicked out of the University and, according to the rumors Caroline had heard on campus, she had decided to travel abroad. As the one minute ad continued, Sasha was given a diaper change while the Amazon prattled on about absorbency or something along those lines. Caroline didn't care, she was transfixed on Sasha. The poor girl looked like she had been drugged or brainwashed! The commercial ended with Sasha being given a big baby bottle to suck on while she knelt on the floor. Her traveling options seemed to be severely limited to an Amazon's hip nowadays... "That's it" Caroline shouted to herself. "I can't just sit here and blow off what could be my only chance to stop this nonsense from continuing!" Caroline quickly reopened her email account and rapidly replied to Dr. Devereux's invitation. As Caroline hit the send button, she knew that no matter her odds in public, once inside the safety of an Amazon laboratory and research center, she would be off limits. After all, she had written numerous books on Amazonian fertility and was a respected doctor amongst the Amazons across the Internet. Who cared if she was a little? She had the ability to cure their biggest flaw; infertility! To Be Continued... This is a commission I wrote about a short Geneticist who decides to travel to the mainland that is filled with giants known as Amazons to help aid them in their quest to cure their fertility problems, but not everything is as it seems... Do you prefer very tall women diapering normal sized ladies in your diaper stories? If you do then I know you will love this story! 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. It's Christmas time. Why not spoil yourself with a membership to my Patreon? You're worth $5 dollars, aren't you? https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213

I just wanted to bump this up to the first page and let you know that I'm still loving this story. Sorry for not being able to comment on each chapter, but I'd probably just be showering your work in praise. I'm loving the world building and how Witch is building such powerful bonds with her circle of friends. Seriously, this is such an interesting angle on the Diaper Dimension since it's seen from the eyes of someone who isn't even from a "normal" dimension herself.