Cya

I'm actually almost finished with The Future of Amazonian Fertility and I plan on posting it here. However, if you really want to read some of my concepts surrounding birthing, I wrote about it in my story entitled "True Nightmare" which is free to read on this very website. It's a very cruel story though. I'd link it, but I feel like that would be in poor taste since this isn't my topic. I merely wanted to clear the air is all.

I originally came up with the concept of birthing in Diaper Dimension, but Ausdpr definitely built upon my original ideas. He truly knows how the Diaper Dimension works. Nonetheless, I liked how you used it to save Beth. Nicely done!

I just wanted to thank you for this extra chapter. As someone who writes for a living, I know it isn't essy to just pop this stuff out. Great job!

Good thing they can't enforce that because we're all going to jail for doing this outside of Henderson. LOL This story has been enjoyable, but lines like this and the never aging thing in the previous chapter shatter my suspension of disbelief like a rock going through a window. That being said, I'd like to read about Lulu because she seemed to be the toughest and hardest person to break in the maternity ward. Such a character deserves a back story. Plus, it would be awesome to read about her time before the ward, her time in the ward and what happened to her once she was adopted.

I submitted my story "True Nightmare" a few days ago and just wanted to make sure it went through. Google did something weird to it because it's over 20k words. Also, if you need the google document copy, please let me know. Oh, and please list it as written by my pen name, Daymare. Thank you for your time!

Ikuko walked into the preschool classroom pushing her oldest child Usagi, who was strapped into a stroller. The blue haired woman lifted her teen baby from the infantile conveyance and perched her onto her hip while she greeted the caretaker, Mrs. Junko. The teacher and mother exchanged pleasantries and while Usagi grew fussy. The diapered blond spotted her friends at a nearby table, chatting amongst themselves and she wanted to join them so badly. She hated when the adults would talk and started whining loudly. "It's okay, baby. Chibi will be here to pick you up later." Ikuko cooed as she lowered the teen baby to the ground and turned to face the teacher. "The girls all seem to be fussy this morning, Mrs.Tsukino. I'm not sure what's gotten into them." The teacher explained as Usagi started toddling off to be with her friends. "I hope my little meatball head doesn't give you any trouble." Ikuko replied while handing the teacher a diaper bag filled with various toys, supplies and a few snacks. Usagi wandered out of earshot of the two adults and continued to waddle to her friends who were in the middle of their own conversation. The closer she got, the more apparent that Sailor Mars and Makoto weren't in good moods. The scouts at the table were pointing at their various infantile garb and complaining. She noticed that Rei was dressed in her overalls and a pink shirt, sporting a huge bulge around her butt and crotch. The fact that one of her best friends was dressed like an overgrown three year old didn't bother the blond who walked spastically towards the table, on uncoordinated legs. "You have no idea how bizarre my dream was." Rei started. "I was a grown up last night and all of you were there. We were having a sleepover and we all wore big girl clothes and panties. Then, there was some flash of light and I woke up. What's odd is that dream didn't feel like it was a dream. It felt right! This is what feels wrong!" Rei exclaimed and gestured at herself. "I don't normally sleep in some wooden cage wearing only a massive wad of cloth wrapped around my waist!" "Huh, that's odd. I had the same dream. I woke up in this weird green legless shirt thing that you see me wearing now. When I started trying to get out of the crib, I had some stranger I had never seen before walk into my nursery, as she called it, and change my diaper." Makoto slapped her thickly padded ass to drive the point home. "I had my grandfather change me." Rei replied, a blush burnrd brightly on her pale face. "Normally, I'd be sympathetic to your plight, but at least you had a stranger change your disposable. Not only was it incredibly degrading to have my own flesh and blood wipe my loins, but the damned omutsu style cloth made the whole affair last an eternity." "Yeah." Matoko blushed. "My, huh, change was basically her untapping it, cleaning me and putting me back into another pair of pampers. Took like, maybe a minute at the most. The strange part is that I have these weird moments where I genuinely think that woman is my real mother." Rei sighed in frustration as Usagi bumped into the table. All eyes were immediately upon her. "So, Usagi, did you have any dreams last night?" "Wah?" The normally aloof teen sat down in a small chair next to Makoto. "Nope, nod weally." "Huh, well..." Rei was interrupted by a wail coming from the door. All the scouts turned their attention over to the front of the classroom where they saw Minako flailing her limbs wildly while her mother held her against her hip. Sailor Venus was only wearing a thick white pamper, a bib and a big red bow in her blond hair. Her mother apologized profusely to the teacher and let the bundle of fussy energy out of arms and onto the floor. Sailor Venus cowboy walked over to the table as best as she could. The diaper she wore caused her long legs to be bowed out and clumsy. "I gotta rash!" Minako declared to her friends as she took her seat. "I didn't need to know that." Rei retorted. "Same here." Makoto added. "You got a wash?" Usagi asked before adding, "My mommy gave me a tubby too!" "No, I got a pain on my tushy!" Venus whined. Before either of the two mature scouts could regain control of the conversation they noticed a unique sight, considering their surroundings. It was their friend, Ami, who walked into the room on her own two velcro clad feet wearing a modest pair of shorts and a uniform top similar to what Usagi had on. No real bulk was evident around her midsection, but she was leashed to her mother's hand by a toddler's reign that was secured over her chest. It was definitely degrading, but compared to the stroller Rei and Matoko had been pushed into the class in it was far more mature. "Go have fun with your little friends." Mrs. Mizuno declared as she unbuckled the harness that had prevented her daughter from wandering off. Makoto waved to Sailor Mercury. "Hey, Ami! Come over here and join us!" The overgrown preschooler was more than happy to oblige despite her humiliating entrance. However, any shame she felt, quickly dissipated when she noticed what Minako and Usagi were wearing; thick pampers which were on display to anyone who wanted to see their underwear. 'At least I've got clothes on that cover my pull ups.' Ami thought to herself as she sat at the small table. Then she realized that she admitted to herself that she was happy to be wearing disposable underwear and couldn't help but blush. Wanting to take her mind off of her training pants, Ami turned to her friends. "Hey guys, what's going on?" "We were hoping that you could help us figure that out." Rei stated in a serious tone. "Yeah, did you have a weird dream last night?" Makoto asked. "This whole thing feels wrong; like a bad dream. Last night was such a fun party until that flash of light happened. The next thing I know, I am being woken up by my mom and asked if I had to go potty. Of course I did, but I didn't expect her to take me by the hand and make me sit on a potty chair." Ami hid her face after recalling the start of her day. "What?!" All the girls at the table exclaimed in unison. "I guess I'm undergoing potty training. I mean, I was a little wet, but I'm wearing pull ups unlike Usagi and Minako." "Umm, I'm not exactly hiding my pampers over here." Makoto replied as she stood up and gestured at her bulging crotch. "I too am wearing a diaper." Rei added as she joined Makoto in standing at the table. "Oh, I'm sorry to see that. Why is your diaper so big, Rei? Ami asked, staring at the massive bulge that appeared to be bunched up underneath the girl's overalls. "It's a cloth diaper. Curse the ways of tradition." The raven haired teen replied in a low voice. "Attention, my special girls and all my other students!" The teacher's voice cut through the conversation, loud and direct, interrupting the scouts. "Who's ready for some fun?" There were a few other children who must've arrived after the scouts and they made their presence known to the diapered teens as they cheered. The various children couldn't wait for the day's activities to begin while Rei, Ami and Makoto wanted nothing more than to figure out what was going on. Meanwhile, the two diapered blonds looked positively ecstatic to experience whichever event the teacher had planned for the class. "I want two kids from each table to come get some paper and paint from me so we can start finger painting!" The teacher instructed, as she walked over to a vacant table on the far side of the room. The diapered teens noticed that said table was stacked high with paper, an assortment of jars filled full of various colors of paint and brushes. "We're going to paint pictures for your parents! Won't that be lovely?" Usagi and Minako squealed and clapped their hands along with the rest of the class while they bounced on their pampered butts with great excitement. The more mature scouts looked bored and slightly annoyed by this development, but they would hopefully get a chance to talk about their memories of last night's events while they worked on their "assignment." Ami looked at her blond friends who seemed to be genuinely enthusiastic about painting with their fingers while the other scouts either groaned or sat and waited for someone to volunteer from their table. Of course, Minako hopped up and walked her diapered ass over to the table full of art supplies where her "peers" were collecting paint and paper. Usagi, although excited, was too oblivious to even think about volunteering to gather the supplies needed to start finger painting. So, Ami took it upon herself to help her friends, and the teacher, by gathering the art supplies to pass them out. The blue haired, teenaged preschooler had to admit that, no matter the circumstances, she'd always be a teacher's pet. Rei and Matoko couldn't help but snicker amongst themselves as they watched the two teens, who towered over the other kids, pick up the art supplies. The diapered Sailor Venus thought only of the paint and happily picked up a few jars which contained a putty like paint substance. Ami on the other hand, realized that paper was just as important as the paint since without a canvas how could anyone paint a picture? Soon all the children, including the overgrown teen toddlers, were busy swiping and twirling their fingers across their papers. They sat there creating random images with the main primary colors as their teacher made her rounds from table to table until she slowly walked past the scout's table. Her eye was immediately drawn to Ami's picture of a cat. It wasn't a Rembrandt, but considering Ami's newfound status and the fact she had painted it only using her fingers, it was still very impressive. The picture featured a bushy cat with four paws, a tail and a rather rich pair of vivid cat eyes that were staring out from a whiskered face. Mrs. Junko praised her star pupil by patting her on the head and picked up the picture to show the rest of the class. "Children, Ami here has drawn a marvelous picture for her mommy. Do you know what it is?" "Doggy!" Usagi blurted out as she looked up from her painting of a rather childish looking bunny. Her hands were covered in paint which also found a home on her face, thighs and even the front of her thick pamper had pink and yellow splotches dripping down it. The teacher suppressed a chuckle as another student provided the correct answer. She gave Ami back the cat painting and walked past Minako, who was busy working on a picture of a nude guy as evident by the images "third leg." Even though it was a crudely painted image, it was obvious to the teacher that the blond was trying to create her ideal mate via paint. "Minako, you naughty girl." The older woman admonished the teen. "Has your mommy been taking care of your needs like I told her to do last week?" Venus could only look up at the woman with a confused expression on her face. She sat there, dumbfounded by the question and was unsure of what the old lady was talking about. "I, umm, I dunno what you're talking about..." "Young lady, you know full well that I caught you rubbing your diaper last week in the middle of story time." Mrs. Junko fumed. "I specifically told your mother to handle that sort of thing outside of this classroom." Before the stunned and mortified blond could reply, her painting was confiscated by the teacher. "Now, I am not going to tell you again to behave in my classroom, you boy crazy little girl!" Rei, Ami and Matoko all felt bad for Minako. They knew that she had something of an obsession with the opposite sex, who didn't? However, to be made an example of and then to be chastised like that was too much for words. It was just a badly drawn stick figure with an extra appendage! Still, it got the girls, save for the oblivious Usagi, thinking about what happened last week and, by extension, their past. Ami quickly frowned and looked absolutely crestfallen. Moments ago she was showered in praise for her work in front of the class, but now a series of negative memories flooded her thoughts. The most embarrassing was a distant memory of her failing kindergarten at the age of seven after being held back multiple times. It seemed that couldn't master the most basic scholarly ideas and was demoted to this very class where, according to her memories, she had resided with her friends for roughly the past decade. Matoko tol was bombarded by countless images of herself being changed by various babysitters in very public areas: picnic tables in the park, fast food restaurant play places and even in this very classroom! She shook the dark images away and started painting a triangle hoping to make a pair of adult panties on her piece of paper. Rei had just finished her painting of her home and decided to meditate while the rest of her team reveled in their childish activities. She focused her mind and went into a deep calm to help herself analyze some thoughts and distant memories which seemed to conflict with her teenaged babyhood. The raven haired teen could vividly recall being a warrior and fighting evil as if it had just happened last week. "Okay kids!" Mrs. Junko yelled. "It's recess time!" Unfortunately, Rei lost her level of focus due to this announcement, but she did feel like she had learned something important. She stood up and followed the other scouts to the exit and onto the playground. As the teen made their way out of the classroom Matoko noticed that Minako's diaper was drooping on the teen. "Hey, Minako. I think you need to adjust your huggies. They're riding a bit low." Minako hiked up her sagging huggies until they were stretched tightly over her crotch and looked back at her friend. "Your just jealous that I'm the only one that can make this look good." The narcissistic blond slapped her pampered ass and stuck out her tongue like a child. "That's nice, Minako." Usagi replied absentmindedly while she pulled at her top. The material of her uniform felt warm and itchy against her skin. Even though it wasn't quite noon, the teen baby was starting to sweat and needed to cool herself off. She finally abandoned all sense of modesty by pulling her cumbersome uniform top over her head and stood there in just her thick, white disposable diaper. However, that too soon fell to the floor, joining the rest of her uniform, after Usagi tipped it off of her crotch and dropped it to the ground without a care in the world. The stunned scouts all gazed at their nude compatriot in shock. Ami and Rei couldn't believe their eyes and quickly looked away due to their own modesty. Matoko and Minako simply stared and finally the awkward silence of the moment was broken by a single question. "Usagi? Why are you naked?" Sailor Jupiter asked. "I'm too hot in those icky clothes. Feels better to be nakkie!" "You could have just taken a drink of water from the fountain to cool off." Ami stated as she stared at the ground. Usagi honestly didn't know what to say. In her infantile mind, she came to the simple conclusion that the only way to cool off was to take off her clothes and diaper. "Usagi!!" An authoritarian sounding voice called out from the doorway of the preschool class. The scouts all turned around to see a very angry teacher briskly walking up to their group. Mrs. Junko wasn't a very tall woman, but at that moment she looked like a giant to the scouts; They were literally afraid of a woman who was about their height and body type who wore granny glasses. Ami and Rei quickly created a gap for their rapidly approaching teacher so that the woman could reach Usagi. To Be Continued... You can read the part where Usagi meets her friends at preschool on my fanbox. This story can't be posted on Patreon due to their bizarre rules! https://daymare.fanbox.cc

You really know how to tease us. XD I'm honestly amazed that Stacy left her in the room to suffer. I mean, isn't that a form of Little abuse since Dawn is technically a "native" now running around naked? All joking aside, Dawn is still fighting, but she literally hasn't seen anything yet. If she stays on James' good side, maybe she'll just be treated like a house guest. However, that's probably not realistic. Best case scenario for everyone is if she ends up with a new name and goes to one of those developmental Little schools(not the Etiquette schools that brainwash littles) where she'll be a Kindergartner or first grader. Worst case scenario is everything goes wrong when the LPS intercept James due to the hotel calling in his license plate number. Dawn knows too much and will get her memory wiped and put into a bassinet if things go wrong fast.

I feel like there's some potential foreshadowing there. Nice to see that this is back up here.

Well, this is actually a prequel.

I know, but it was a commission and that's why it ended. That being said, I've been thinking about this story a lot over the past week and I might do a sequel in the future or maybe a prequel. Hell, maybe both one day.

Thank you kindly. I did my best to balence the darker elements with a bit of comedy and a dash of karmatic justice at the end. You can thank my client for that. He wanted a story that showed him and his wife being "cared" for by his new "mother." I do agree that far too many stories end once a Little is regressed. Depending on the story, and the writer, I'd say that's when the story truly begins. Thanks again for your support! I've got a few more dark stories in the works so you're going to be entertained in the future. Thanks again for commenting!

I just want to thank everyone for their kind comments, likes and views. This story may not be for everyone, but it was a lot of fun to write. If you enjoyed the ride, please let me know what your favorite part was. It really does help me improve as a writer. Thanks again! -------- The call Rebecca made on that day to corporate sent shockwaves throughout the upper echelons of the company. Things moved quickly over the next couple of days. The board of investors unanimously voted to approve Rebecca taking over as acting CEO while Mrs. Schwartz was incapacitated. Even though Rebecca had thoroughly explained what happened to Mrs. Schwartz to everyone above her, few believed her and attributed her "affliction" to a rare gentic disorder brought on by her age. Those who did believe her had made the decision to keep her sequestered on the island with the two adult babies. It was explained to her that If the tabloids got wind of this development that the company would leak a counter story claiming that the old woman had a bizarre baby kink or fetish which would only damage Mrs Schwartz's image but ultimately protect the company in the long run. The biggest fear those running the company had was the actual news media getting wind of this situation. Amazonian culture was built upon the almost sacred belief that the giants who ran this world were superior to all Littles and were incapable of becoming regressed by any means. If it came to light that the old woman and her secretary were actually regressed by a rejuvenation cream meant for Littles (one that the corporation manufactured) it would not only destroy the company, but quite possibly all of the supply chains which fueled the baby care sector of Amazonian society. And that was the best case scenario. If the belief structure that the Amazons had developed over the past millennia was proven to be false… if it got out that an Amazon's brain cells, their mental structure, was no different than a Little's mind… it was very possible that Amazonian society would dissolve into anarchy. Rebecca was sworn to secrecy after being granted the title of CEO. It wasn't exactly like Rebecca was a bad choice for the job. Up until this catastrophe she had been running the Research and Development Department for almost five years; she truly was one of their best and brightest employees. Plus, she understood the weight she now carried on her shoulders. After becoming CEO, she had the clearance needed to access her bosses' files and in those files she found out that there had been a number of reports that came from the government about women showing strange signs of being regressed. It seemed that during the past year, various mothers and older Amazonian women had started suffering mental breakdowns and needed to be hidden away from sight to preserve their dignity. Each report, and the correspondence that came with it, showed that Mrs. Schwartz vehemently denied any part in the spontaneous mental regressions, as the government called them. She had even swore that none of her products had any regressive properties which was a lie. Rebecca had specifically developed the cream to both rejuvenate a Little's complexion and to alter their mental makeup. Her first order was the discontinuation of the rejuvenation cream and its subsequent destruction under the supervision of her former lab assistants back on the mainland. She knew that if any Little Activist Groups or Pro Little Rebellion cells found out about the regressive properties of the cream that they could use it for their own selfish interests. If they got a hold of enough of that cream… there could be dozens, if not hundreds, of Amazon's crawling around after being forced to use the cream. It was a weird thing to mentally picture; a bunch of Littles kidnapping Amazons and rubbing their captive's giant bodies with the cream for hours a day until the kidnapped Amazon broke. Rebecca didn't think it would come to that, but knew better than to be greedy like her predecessor. It was better to be safe than sorry. After all, it wasn't like the Mids couldn't overpower an Amazon if there were enough of them. Plus, it just seemed like a good idea to get rid of the stuff since there were women who were already using the cream, in secret, to get a more youthful complexion. It was only a matter of time before someone connected the dots and sued the company for negligence. -Two Weeks After The Mental Regression- Rebbeca sighed as she got off of the phone. She kicked up her high heels onto the desk and leaned back in her office chair. The past two weeks had been incredibly stressful and difficult to navigate, but someone she had done it. All of the cream had been disposed of, buried deep underground in drums far away from civilization in some remote area. Any and all documents, both physical and digital, pertaining to the cream had been destroyed as well. The young woman stretched in her leather covered chair and surveyed her surroundings: Her desk and everything in it was perfectly organized and stood out starkly when compared to the room beyond her temporary corporate command center. A massive, multicolored baby gate, one sized for an Amazon, zigzagged across the once plush carpet of the hotel suite. Contained within the infantile barrier were two huge babies, one in a humongous baby walker and two much smaller inflated infants. Rebecca gazed at her former boss who was sitting in a massive baby walker in pity. Gone was her high powered business suit, gone was the purple string bikini top and her tiny, purple thong. Her adulthood had been replaced with jumbo sized diapers and a baby walker sized up to an adult Amazon's size. It was rather ironic that the specific baby walker had been originally purchased for baby Jaime, but she didn't need it anymore; Mrs. Schwartz needed it a lot more. For the first few days, the mentally regressed CEO had been lying on the carpet, unable to do much of anything except lay there in her dirty diaper. It seemed that the once feared and respected corporate leader hadn't yet remastered the art of sitting upright without help. Rebecca simply didn't have the time to be teaching the full grown woman how to sit up so she had sized up the baby walker to help the woman redevelop her legs. It kept Mrs. Schwartz out of trouble and made the former CEO happy to roll around all day while Rebbeca worked. Rebecca noticed that the diapered woman was staring at the TV in awe of the pretty shapes and colors that danced around on the screen as a woman's voice spoke numbers and letters a loud. It had been a miracle that Rebecca had found that DVD in Malene's purse after both her boss and Malene had been regressed. At first, Malene would try to hide from the TV for some strange reason, but now she was happily engrossed with the video just like Mrs. Schwartz. The new CEO could only sigh as she watched her former boss slap at the toys on her baby walker and giggle around the oversized pacifier that bobbed around in her mouth. Rebecca had been tasked with taking care of the regressed woman until they were allowed to return to the mainland. Of course, Rebbeca still held out hope that she could fix her boss and that was why she had the former Madam of Misery in a walker while the TV played the educational DVD for her to watch every day. If she could get the woman walking around and talking on her own again, she could possibly begin rehabilitating her back into adulthood. "Dah bah hahaha!" Malene's laughter could be heard over the TV as she pushed Jack away from her on the carpet like he was a ball. Rebecca didn't really know what to do with her. She seemed to be getting worse as the weeks went by and, unlike Mrs. Schwartz, she didn't exactly have an obligation to watch over her. She mostly kept the secretary at full size since she assumed that being shrunk down to the size of a Little would only cement her regressed mind permanently in babyhood. That, and she figured that Mrs. Schwartz could use a playmate that was her own size. After all, social interaction helped babies mature, right? Unbeknownst to Rebecca, Malene had been regressing the twins mentally while simultaneously training them to respond to certain trigger words during the past six months. It was an odd way of seeking revenge against the two Littles she had been forced into caring for, but it had been one of the few ways that she derived joy from being their nanny on top of being a secretary. The triggers were hidden deep in the audio of the DVD and were mostly recordings of certain business words. These words triggered a wife array of effects, most were related to bladder and bowel functions, but a few perverse ones were inserted to create spontaneous orgasms and other reactions. Malene had told herself that maybe the old bat would get rid of the two paperweights if they came on the crazy old lady during a diaper change. Speaking of the other babies, she had to permanently regress Jaime's mind and send her off to an orphanage. The young woman simply knew too much and Rebecca couldn't care for a woman who was still mentally aware of her surroundings. What if she escaped from the suite and contacted her old newspaper? Rebecca couldn't take that chance. However, she still had the twins. She kept them around to remind herself of what her blind servitude had wrought. They were easy to care for and content to just lay around. Plus, they were no longer a pain to carry around thanks to Corporate who had sent over a top of the line robotic nanny to help Rebbeca care for the mentally regressed Mrs. Schwartz. Of course, Rebbeca was using the nanny for all of her babies, including the twins, since they weighed so much and couldn't comprehend basic speech. She moved her gaze from the older woman trapped in the walker down towards Jack who was laughing up a storm. The once bright Little, which she had disfigured and mutilated against his will, was the happiest she had ever recalled seeing him. Rebecca didn't exactly approve of the bigger babies using him as a ball, but it was a form of exercise and she was determined to help the two obese babies lose weight. "Let momma help you out." Rebbeca cooed before she clicked on her cell phone. An Amazon sized robot walked into the room from the suite's kitchen and stopped in front of the former director of Research and Development. "What can I do for you, Mother?" The computerized voice asked. I want you to pick up baby Jackie and put her next to her sister, Kimi." Rebecca ordered. The machine complied without saying a word. It stepped over the baby gate with ease and bent over to pick up the immobile ball of fat. Jack giggled happily upon being scooped up by the robot and was carried a short distance over to where the baby gyms were laid out. It laid Jack next to Kimi who was busy reaching for the glinting and sparking baby toys which hung just out of reach. Once laid down, Jack joined her. Both of the babies cooed and gurgled as their chubby arms struggled against gravity to reach for the suspended toys. Rebecca smiled and watched them play with their baby gyms. She had ordered three for her little loafs of lard and had used her size manipulation ray to enlarge one of the baby gyms for Malene and Mrs. Schwartz to share. The ring of a telephone broke Rebbeca's attention away from the two obese babies in front of her. An annoying ringing sound made Mrs. Schwartz look away from the glowing screen in front of her. However, before she could figure out what that familiar noise was, it stopped making any noise at all. The diapered woman returned her gaze on the screen and felt her padded butt bounce against the mesh lining of her baby walker. She loved the feeling and bounced around even more which made the toys shake and clatter against the tray in front of her. The powerful woman grinned around her big binky when she spotted the toys and started to play with everything on the plastic tray of her infantile baby chair. "Yes, my three o'clock meeting was moved to four." "AAaaahhhhhh...." The mentally regressed woman moaned slightly around the rubber nipple as she heard the trigger phrase. Her body started to act on its own; she bounced up and down, grinding herself against the mesh seat until she had an orgasm. Her squeals of delight overpowered the noise coming from the TV as she squirmed around in her seat, rubbing her hairless, slick mound against the sticky inside of her hot diaper. Once she was satisfied, she placed her feet flat onto the ground and sat back down. Her bloated tummy gurgled and the older woman felt a slight pain in her gut; she was hungry. She bounced her way towards the baby gate until the bumper of her walker struck the plastic barrier, bringing the oversized thing to a stop. With no where to go, the giant baby woman looked over at her new mommy with wide eyes. "I have to go now, I think Mrs. Schwartz wants her afternoon formula." Rebbeca hung up the phone and looked at her former boss. "That's right, sweetheart. It's nearly lunchtime and I know someone wants some num-nums!" Rebecca cooed as she stared at her former boss. She didn't know why her body was becoming so warm or why her bra was growing wet. All she knew was that there was a big baby who was looking at her with those big wide eyes. Mrs. Schwartz obviously needed her more than anything else in this world and Rebecca needed her baby more than anything else. The End... This is a commission I wrote for my favorite married patrons on my Patreon. If you want a commission written then contact me on here or on my Patreon. If you enjoyed this story then check out my other stories on Patreon! It's only $5 dollars. 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

Let me start by saying that I'm sorry for your loss. Far too much death this year and it's barely Spring. That being said, I'm very happy to see this being continued since it is definitely my favorite story on here right now. The way you're covering early babyhood is very nice while simultaneously building up this world you have created. It's kind of like the Baby Hotel, but different. I feel sorry for Willa, but at the same time, she should've known that she is now too "young" to talk. Maybe in a few years she can learn to talk again, but after seeing how Tina is treated (I love the teething) I am glad that they're keeping her at the newborn stage. Maybe Olive and Tina will have a playdate one day where Willa will see how bad things can become. Talking and walking only seems to give these babies more chances to get into trouble. In regards to Willa's mom, I know it's supposed to be seen as "dark", but I personally view it as the natural progression and reinforcement of Willa's new life. Yeah, she is a nice mom and has spoiled her little Willa, but she obviously wants a newborn adult baby as opposed to another Olive May. With that in mind, Willa hopefully has learned a valuable lesson. Again, thank you for continuing this story!

Huh, from hardcore smut to action fantasy in only one chapter. Very unexpected. I don't know what's next.

Thanks, I'll be updating this story pretty soon with the final part. Make your predictions below!

I had a blast helping you write this!

Rebecca stood over the butt naked form of her slobbering boss. The once powerful woman was sucking on her fingers, her body covered in streaks of white cream that had been hastily applied all over her slender form from head to toe. "I think she's suffered a mental collapse." "A what?" Malene asked from the front of the room, standing next to the carriage and Jaime strapped in the pushchair. "Her mind has mentally regressed." Rebecca answered. "Wait? Are you trying to say she's retarded now?" "I suppose you could say that she is mentally retarded. It is definitely a more dignified term than what we tend to call a Little who has undergone the same mental degradation." Rebecca replied. "Sweet! I'm pretty sure that means we get a new boss! I can finally get out of this stupid diaper!" Malene smiled, reaching down under the hem of her dress and ripping the ridiculous thing away from her womanhood. "Besides, I'm pretty sure that she's going to need them more than I will." Rebecca ignored the sound of her coworker's laughter. She was too preoccupied with the image of her boss trying to suck her feet. "I told her not to abuse the cream. I tried to stop her." Rebecca said in a somber voice. "Who cares about her?" Malene asked as she started rummaging around in her former boss' belongings. "She was a bitch and got what she deserves!" "No one deserves this." Rebecca replied in a quiet voice. "Whatever, help me find that cream. I don't want it to go to waste if some maid finds it after we leave." Malene explained as she moved from drawer to drawer in the nightstand. "Are you really that stupid?!" Rebecca asked angrily. "What do you think did this to her?!" Malene recalled Rebecca being very standoffish about the old lady using that stuff. Malene may not have been as intelligent as Rebecca, but only a fool would think that a skin cream could do anything more than regress wrinkles. It was obvious to the secretary that the old woman had suffered a stroke or some kind of mental breakdown and Rebecca was trying to horse the cream for her own personal use. "Rebecca, she was ancient!" Malene replied in an exasperated voice as she started digging through her boss' open purse. "She's probably seventy or eighty and suffered a stroke or is having some kind of massive Alzheimer's episode. I'm not a doctor. I don't know the technical term for it, but what I do know is that the cream can't regress an Amazon!" Malene didn't know much about the product, but she had overheard that it was used to remove wrinkles and give Littles a much more youthful complexion when applied to their skin. It was basically Olay on steroids and, after seeing the stunning affect it had on the old bag of bones, the diapered secretary had been more than happy to sneak into her boss's suite to steal a handful of the incredible cream every night before bed and occasionally throughout the day when her boss bathed. She couldn't steal enough of the stuff to apply it all over her body so she did the next best thing and rubbed it on her face and forehead whenever she could. "Ah, sweet!" Malene grinned like a fool as she pulled an open jar of the miracle cream out from the mentally regressed woman's purse. "Found it!" "Malene, I repurposed that cream you're holding in your hand from our Little's line of cosmetic enhancers after Mrs. Schwartz threatened to shrink me down and become Jaime's sister! That cream is designed to regress a Little's skin and, under certain circumstances like being over used, can regress their minds!" The irate scientist explained. "Rebecca, that is because they're inferior to us! They're nothing but our playthings and I'm going to rub this cream all over my body to prove to you that NOTHING can happen to an Amazon!" The big breasted secretary proclaimed as she started rubbing the cream all over her face. "Malene!" Rebecca cried out in horror as her coworker started slathering the white chemical compound all over her face and chest. An unusual sound caused both of the women to become deathly quiet. It was the sound of a steady stream of liquid hitting the hardwood floor. Neither woman knew where the sound was coming from until Rebecca looked down at the floor in horror; Malene was pissing! "Malene! You're peeing on the floor!" Malene had felt her feet grow wet and didn't know what to do. She didn't understand what was happening to her; the more she tried to think about what was happening to her, the harder it became to even form a rational thought. Suddenly, she no longer tried to think about what was on the floor. Her mind grew hazy as her giggles filled the room. Her bladder didn't hurt anymore and that's all that mattered. A pair of spit covered hands grabbed at her ankles, reminding Rebecca that there was an Amazon sized bundle of joy at her feet, begging for her attention. It seemed to Rebecca that Mrs. Schwartz's regression had been a simultaneous transformation of both body and mind. She acted like she was no more than six months old at best and her coordination seemed to confirm that like of thought. However, Malene was still standing and looked like she was still capable of walking around. It was rather perplexing, but the scientist could only assume that since the cream had never been applied to Malene's legs that her muscles weren't regressing like her mind was. It made sense due to the fact that both women had been using the cream daily. "I'll have time to figure this out later, I have to get you two diapered before you do more than piss everywhere." Rebecca signed. A loud pair of wails came from the carriage in front of the room causing Rebecca to turn her attention to the twins. She walked over to the pink carriage and peered down inside at the two chubby girls who were sobbing and crying. "I think I better feed you two after I diaper your mommy and auntie." Another pair of wails, much deeper than the twins, filled the room as the two Amazon sized babies cried out in need. "Fine, I'll just hook up the feeding machine and then call corporate. They'll know what to do." To Be Continued… If you can't wait for the next update then why not pledge to my Patreon so you can read the entire story? It's only $5 dollars to read what took a year to write and it's already finished. 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

Thanks for replying! I originally wrote this a few years ago, but Patreon made me delete it so I decided to edit it and rewrite it to make it more enjoyable. Ultimately, I tried to make this story feel like an episode or movie from the show. Let me know if I succeed.

You definitely didn't hold back on the smut. Can't wait to see how the group of moms react to her not mentally regressing. LOL

Let me know if you're enjoying this story. --- Usagi awoke early and shrugged off her sleep induced stupor before she opened her eyes and gazed around at her surroundings; Bars were immediately to her left and right. The strange wooden beams were encompassing her mattress and giving her the peace of mind to sleep well, knowing that she wouldn't be able to fall out of her crib. A mobile spun above her head and she couldn't help but reach up to bat at it. After a few minutes, the blond haired, teenaged baby grew bored with swinging her hands at the mobile and rolled over onto her side to play with the Baby Activity Set that was attached to the side of her crib's rail. As she rolled over she felt her thick diaper squelch underneath her shifting form as she continued sucking on her big pink pacifier. Sailor Moon ignored the soggy warmth cradling her bottom as she hit buttons on the Activity Set. Even though the toy was meant for ages one to three, the blond sat in deep concentration, manipulating the various buttons on the activity set, as the door to her room opened and in walked Ikuko Tsukino; her mother. The dark blue haired mother wore a dark purple nightgown, made of silk, which clung fairly tightly to her maternal body and showed off her bountiful bosom. When Usagi saw her mommy appear out of the corner of her eye, she lit up and rolled over to lean against the side rail of the crib, reaching out her arms to be lifted up. Ikuko grinned. "Good morning, my widdle Meatball head. How's Mommy's big baby doing?" Not expecting an answer, the mother picked up her teen sized baby and sat the blond onto her hip. She gently pushed the nipple of a big bottle of baby formula into the blond's mouth, holding it in position until her baby took over. Usagi grabbed the bottle with both of her hands and greedily started suckling the nipple, drawing forth the delicious contents of her baba in a hurried fashion. The warm baby formula flowed down the baby brained teenager's throat. It tasted so good to the oversized infant. The girl couldn't process much, but she knew she was very thirsty and this rich formula definitely was what she needed to quench her thirst. The girl was so thirsty from her deep sleep that she didn't even notice that a trickle of formula was leaking out of her mouth and had dribbled down her chin. While the pigtailed blond sucked on her bottle, Ikuko carried her to the huge changing table and laid her down onto the soft, padded surface. The mother of two quickly pulled the zipper down on Usagi's fleece pink sleeper and exposed her big bulky pamper that was deeply tinged by a yellow stain. With years of practice, she stuck two fingers into the leg hole of Usagi's pamper and they were immediately drenched which was not unexpected. After all, her little Meatball head had failed potty training so many times during the last decade that she didn't even know why the school kept trying to potty train her. "Let's get you out of this sopping wet pamper." Ikuko cooed as she stripped Usagi of her fleecy sleep suit, causing the blond to shiver slightly from the chill of the morning air. Still, the teen focused on her baba while her legs were lifted skyward and the saturated pamper was peeled from her cute bottom. Luckily for both mother and oversized infant, there was no rash present. Ikuko hated the thought of her child suffering from a diaper rash. Without delay, her mom poured powder down onto the scout's crotch and with expert swiftness, she laid out a new pamper and Sailor Moon found herself secured into a fresh new pair of pampers. By the time Sailor Moon was taped into her new diaper she was already finished with her bottle and Ikuko lifted her up and started to pat her back. "Make burpies for mama." Ikuko encouraged her big baby to burp as she patted the blond teen baby's back. This produced a loud belch from Usagi as a bit of spit up landed on Ikuko's shoulder. The older woman couldn't help herself as she openly laughed, cradling her baby against her body; her daughter was too cute sometimes. Usagi grinned widely, overjoyed that her mother was happy and giggled. Both shared a close embrace, a touching moment filled with love and affection for each other, before Usagi was carried out of the nursery and taken to the kitchen, nude save for her large pamper. Ikuko sat her into a massive, white plastic high chair which stood triumphantly in the kitchen. Mrs. Tsukino went to the fridge and brought out some a jar of pureed baby slop. Sure, all the teachers over the years had said that Usagi should be eating more age appropriate food, like her peers, but Ikuko preferred feeding her daughter fruit and veggies in the form of baby food; she liked it and so did Usagi. Who cared if her daughter's one friend from school was eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches while drinking from a sippy cup? She was also walking around in Pull Ups! Obviously, she was much more advanced than her little Meatball headed baby girl. "Here comes the train!" Ikuko sang as she reached out with a large baby spoon filled with fruity mush. However, she paused when she realized something wasn't quite right even though Usagi still leaned forward, trying to bite at the spoon which was just out of her reach. "I almost forgot your bib." Ikuko chuckled as she watched her oldest child try to bite the plastic spoon. With a smile one her face, Ikuko retrieved a large plastic baby bib with a crescent moon decal on the center of it and draped the large bib over her daughter's boobs. The mother sat down next to her daughter and started feeding the teen infant. Within minutes, the mashed up baby food covered the tray, bib and much of Sailor Moon's face. Usagi was even scooping the baby food off of the tray once her mother ran out of the tasty paste and was eating it with her hands; she was getting the slop all over the place, on the floor, her hands, arms and her chin, along with most of her face. Mrs. Tsukino stood up and ran some warm water onto a washcloth and then proceeded to clean the dirty girl up. Once that seemingly endless task was accomplished, Mrs. Tsukino made herself a cup of coffee and prepared a small breakfast for herself. Meanwhile while her mommy was busy making a small breakfast, Usagi sat in her high chair; a giant plastic throne for the Princess of the Moon, sucking her thumb and watched her grown-up mommy eat a very adult breakfast. Something deep within Sailor Moon's subconscious tried to surface, it was as if the teen had eaten that type of food before. Still, she continued watching her mother, who was now cleaning up and something seemed familiar about that too. She almost remembered a time that cleaning up and doing the dishes was her chore. Usagi shook these thoughts from her mind; she was enjoying being babied and having fun things to do. She didn't want to think about silly things like pretending to be a grown up. Usagi noticed that her mother was done cleaning up the dishes and was walking towards her. The blond grinned and babbled as her highchair's tray was removed. Without being told, Usagi leaned forward to get picked up. The blond hugged her mommy and was lowered to the floor. Ikuko motioned for her baby to follow her and the diaper clad teen did just that; she crawled alongside her mother to the bathroom. The leader of the scouts entered the bathroom and gazed at the toilet in confusion while her mommy was preparing a bath for her. Mrs. Tsukino bent over the tub and poured some baby bubble bath into the water. It immediately started foaming and sudzing up. Once, the nightgown clad mother was satisfied with the temperature and the water level, she turned off the spigots and pivoted around to see her teen baby staring at the toilet. "I know, baby. Your teacher wants to give potty training another go." Usagi didn't know what to make of the comment as she was laid back onto the cold tile. 'Potty twaining?' She struggled with the concept as her pamper was removed along with her plastic bib. Helping her baby daughter up off the tiled floor, Mrs. Tsukino sat her in the warm bath water and started washing her. It was a demanding job, but her baby was akin to most twelve month olds, not the sixteen years her physical appearance stated her true, chronological age was, and Usagi started acting very much like the infant her mentally demanded of her, splashing and giggling. Mrs. Tsukino couldn't help, but join her daughter, laughing openly. She very much enjoyed washing her oversized baby and cherished these moments since it wouldn't be long before she had to drain the tub and send her baby to school for the day as was dictated by the government. The bath would have lasted much longer, but Ikuko had a schedule to keep and didn't want to fall behind. Her husband had already left for work and, after she got dressed, she still had to make sure that Shingo, Usagi's little "big brother" was awake and getting ready for his day at school. Luckily, she didn't have to worry too much about that thanks to her other daughter, Chibi. 'That girl really is such a good daughter and big sister. Always babysitting her simple minded baby sister.' Mrs. Tsukino plucked Usagi from the tub and wrapped a large fluffy towel around Usagi. Once the girl was rubbed dry she took the pamper from the ground and retaped it onto her "baby daughter." With a grunt, she scooped up and carried the diapered girl to her room where she sat her oldest daughter atop her bed. Ikuko pulled her nightgown over her head and allowed the garment to drop down onto her mattress as she stepped in front of her closet; naked. Sailor Moon crawled over to the silken adult pajamas, picking them up and inspecting them. The silk material of the garment felt so lovely against the teen's face. Usagi kept rubbing the gown against her face as she watched her mother put on a pair of panties, followed by a nice, matching bra. Both were shiny and silken. She sat atop the mattress and started sucking her thumb, as mommy donned her traditional dress and apron. Usagi couldn't stop thinking about how grown-up her mother looked, especially when compared to how she was currently dressed in just her diaper. "Don't worry, baby. Mommy has your uniform ready." 'Uniform? I'm just a baby. Why do I need a uniform?' Usagi thought as she was her mother dig around in the closet. A few minutes later, Mrs. Tsukino had the blond leader of the scouts dressed in a uniform top which slightly hid the white sleeveless, collared tee shirt that featured a little diaper badge on her left boob. Her legs would be protected from the chill of the morning by the long thigh high pair of white socks, complete with red rings near the top of them, that her mother had dressed her in. The crowning touch had to have been her little preschooler's helmet which told anyone who saw the girl what grade she belonged in. Usagi couldn't help but blush as the two women gazed at each other's reflection in the mirror. One exuded womanly grace and seductiveness in a manner best suited to a housewife while the other looked like an overgrowth baby playing dress up. Her mother was ready to take care of the house and she looked like she was going to her first day of preschool. Shingo stuck his head into his parent's room, breaking the solitude that the awkward moment once had. "Mom, Chibi got me up and I'm walking with her to school!" "That's fine, dear. Wish your big sister a good day at school." "But mom." The boy whined. "Usagi is such an idiot. She probably doesn't even know what I'm saying!" "That's enough of that, young man." Mrs. Tsukino stated in a firm voice. "Apologize to your big sister right now." "Sorry, Usagi. Have a good day at preschool!" To Be Continued... You can read the part where Usagi meets her friends at preschool on my fanbox. This story can't be posted on Patreon due to their bizarre rules! https://daymare.fanbox.cc

Sorry for the delay, been incredibly depressed. Let me know if you're enjoying this story. Thanks! --- A sudden tug caused Maya to grow tense and rigid. She wasn't about to let anyone or anything strip her of her prized latex catsuit! Another firm tug from an unseen hand caused her skin to cling to the slick latex which was gradually becoming more tight as the machine pulled the material against her body. The tug of war was starting to hurt as the pressure coming from her bare naked pelvis was starting to build up thanks to her unseen foe increasing the force applied to her sleek suit sleeves. As the seconds passed and the pain around her pussy was becoming unbearable, a strange splitting sound was slowly growing louder and louder until Maya felt her suit rip up her crotch all the way up to where her zipper started. Her crotch no longer felt any pain, but Maya's relief was short lived as the hands proceeded to pull at her sleeves and zipper. She felt a new pair of hands grab her from under her naked armpits as the shredded remains of her suit were yanked down her arms. The rest of her latex was tugged down her legs until she was dangling there; butt naked. "Give me back my clothes!" Maya shouted angrily, but it sounded more like a whine. "BABY IS FUSSY. BABY NEEDS NOURISHMENT AFTER DRESSING." Something was now grabbing at her feet, removing her heels, while simultaneously removing her NVG unit from her head. Finally, she could see just what the hell was happening! Her fuzzy vision took a few seconds to get back into focus, but what she came face to face with shocked her; A large, humanoid robot was staring right back at her! It took her a moment to catch her breath and look past the robot which made her realize that it's looming presence wasn't exactly the craziest thing in the room. After all, robotic development in America wasn't exactly uncommon and, just like in Japan, there were quite a few humanoid robots walking around in various industries stateside these days. No, the robot wearing an apron seemed normal compared to the metallic tentacles that were swaying around behind the robot! Maya immediately cocked her head and watched as the snake-like mechanical arms threw her latex suit into what could only be described as an adult sized diaper pail. As a matter of fact, everything inside the room was sized up for an adult! The white wooden bars of the crib looked like it could double for a Tiger cage! There was a giant chair next to the crib that looked like an upsized version of a baby's highchair! On the other side of the crib there was a huge table; probably a changing table if the rest of the furniture in the room was an indication. "Let me go right now!!" Maya exclaimed, not liking what she was seeing as she wriggled angrily against the gloved hands holding her above the floor. "MOTHER HAS NOT YET ARRIVED TO PICK UP THE BABY" "Mother? My mom is in her fucking fifties and lives on the other side of the country!" "NASTY LANGUAGE DETECTED. SEARCHING DATABASE FOR SOLUTION." The AI dug through its own internal memory banks and found a solution to silence its noisy and unruly charge; a pacifier. Time tested and mother approved, it was the perfect instrument to both silence and soothe an upset baby. Right when Maya opened her mouth to tell the crazy machine off, the nanny bot jammed a large pacifier into her open mouth. "MMpphhh!" Maya whined into her gag before spitting it out. "You crazy tin can!" Maya barked. "How many times do I have to say it? I'm not a ba- MPPHHH!" This time the machine strapped the adult sized pacifier around the back of Maya's head using a ribbon meant for putting the girl's hair into pigtails. It wasn't listed as a solution in the AI's operating system, but a quick scan of the Internet had yielded some results which may not have been seen as orthodox and yet achieved the desired result; the baby was now quiet. The AI logged the knowledge of turning a pacifier into a makeshift ball gag into its memory. Far away from the facility a ping notified Wallace that his AI was not only operating, but had logged in some new data. Curious about what his program was learning, he wheeled over his office chair to his work computer and went over the newest entry. "Well, isn't that creative?" He chuckled to himself as he read the latest submission. 'It's a highly inappropriate method to silence a baby, but I have to give it credit for thinking outside of the box.' Wallace thought while he pieced together where the AI had found such an ingenious solution. He traced the various searches that the machine had simultaneously conducted until he found the source of the information. 'A bondage website that caters to adult babies? If only I had known such a community existed! They would've paid me to test my AI.' Wallace laughed as he typed in the corrections and saved them to a folder. He would send the adjustments to the AI after the test was completed. The last thing he wanted was for the "baby's" shouts to alert the security and for them to release his test subject before any real progress had been achieved. Back inside the climate controlled test nursery Maya scowled from behind her adult sized pacifier with her arms crossed over her breasts as the Nanny bot stared down at her expectantly. She didn't want to willingly walk over to the changing table like the computer had directed her to do. In some ways, her refusal to submit might've seemed childish, but she didn't care. Once she got on that table she knew that the stupid robot would diaper her; it literally said it was going to! "COME ON, SWEETIE. SHOW ME YOU CAN BE A BIG GIRL AND WALK OVER TO THE TABLE SO WE CAN GET YOU DRESSED." The ridiculous thing repeated. Maya couldn't scream or shout at the machine so she simply sat there. In it's own way, the act of ignoring the computer was making her feel like she was winning. She knew it was silly, but it wasn't as bad as actually helping the machine and aiding it in diapering her. Yeah, at any moment the stupid mechanical arms that had stripped her naked were probably going to yank her off of the floor and toss her onto the table, but at least she could tell herself that she had resisted. "BABY IS EITHER TOO YOUNG TO WALK OR IS FUSSY." The AI spoke aloud, trying to calculate what the problem was with its charge. 'Too young to walk! I broke into this damn nut house!' Maya thought, feeling insulted by the computer's assessment. The familiar hum returned as the AI scanned the Asian woman's face. It was running a facial scan to determine if the charge was refusing to cooperate or was simply too young to obey its order. The results showed that she was indeed refusing to obey the directive by sulking on the floor like a naughty child. *BABY IS DEFINITELY FUSSY." The machine announced. This declaration caused Maya to roll her eyes. 'No shit! I'm "fussy" because you trapped me in here!' The AI went over the current situation. It gave the baby a pacifier and that pacifier had ceased the child's crying while simultaneously silencing her temper tantrum, but it didn't soothe the girl like the AI had thought it would. Checking its sub directories, the AI pondered if the baby was experiencing diaper rash. According to a quick internet inquiry, the reason for such fussiness, in a majority of cases where the child was acting fussy for no other apparent reason, was a rash on the outermost dermal layer of the baby's crotch and or bottom. In other words, the baby had a diaper rash. "POOR BABY HAS A DIAPER RASH, HUH?" The computer cooed. Maya cocked an eyebrow, feeling even more insulted than before. 'How can this thing be so stupid? Even if it can't tell I'm an adult, I haven't worn a diaper in over twenty years and my ass isn't red!' With a seemingly fluid motion, the nanny bot effortlessly scooped the Asian girl up from the floor and placed her on its hip. It then adjusted the woman until she had her arms around the nanny's bots neck. With its charge riding side saddle, the nanny bot carried her over to a large table that had stacks of diapers underneath it. Maya had been startled when the robot had hoisted her up like she weighed nothing. She quickly wrapped her arms around the damn thing's neck while doing the same with her legs around its waist. She didn't want to be treated like a baby or carried like one, but her instincts had taken over and she was clinging to the thing. 'If I fell on my ass, I could've hurt my tailbone.' Maya reasoned with herself as they neared the changing table. It was a way to keep her pride intact and it also silenced the voice telling her that she should've just fell and continued resisting the machine. The nanny bot paused in front of the changing table and lowered her down onto the cushioned surface. Maya tried to sit up, but the robot placed a firm hand on her flat stomach, holding her down onto the changing table while it pulled a strap over her breasts. Forced to lay on the padded table, Maya huffed from behind her pacifier and decided to look at the wall since the nanny bot was going to start diapering her. 'What the hell!?' Maya's eyes almost popped out of her head when a hidden panel in the wall retracted downwards, unleashing about six mechanical arms with white gloves for hands. "TIME FOR SOME BUTT PASTE AMD A FRESH DIAPER!" Maya instantly fought back against the hands. She reached up and tried to hold two of the metallic tentacles, hoping to stop them from diapering her, but two more appeared and grabbed her wrists. With her hands rendered useless, she started throwing kicks, but that act of rebellion was quickly extinguished when two of the hands grabbed her by her ankles and hoisted her shapely legs into the air. 'Shit.' Not only did she feel incredibly embarrassed by her failure to stop the machine, but she felt equally exposed now that her bottom was sticking out like this. She could do nothing except watch as the hands pulled out a jar of some kind of white cream. The hand hovering over her slipped one of its fingers into the jar of mystery cream and held up the lone digit covered in the thick substance. While Maya had been wondering about what the robotic hand was doing, the mechanical arm had quickly slithered through the air with the big glob of diaper cream and stuck the lone finger right up her exposed bottom. 'Umm, what is that finger going to do with thaaaaaaa!' "MMMPPHHH!" Maya's muffled shouts could be heard as the lubricated finger gently worked it's way up her asshole. "IT'S OKAY, SWEETHEART. YOU'RE GOING TO BE DIAPERED IN JUST A MOMENT. " The robot cooed as the changing table finished working on her bottom and crotch. Maya felt her entire face go red upon hearing those words. She knew it was coming, the cool cream covering her shaved pussy and ass told her that it was inevitable. With four hands holding down all of her limbs, that left only two hands to diaper her. Maya watched helplessly as one of the free hands went over her body and started searching underneath her in the cabinet. After a few seconds, it popped back up into view holding a ridiculous looking item. 'How the hell does it have a baby diaper big enough to fit me?!' Maya wondered as the gloved hand held up a huge rectangular piece of white plastic covered in cartoon characters. It looked like an upsized pair of Pampers! With a flick of the tentacles "wrist" the massive adult sized pamper was unfurled. Even though Maya had expected to be diapered, seeing the actual diaper that the machine expected her to wear refueled her rebellion! The petite Asian wriggled and tried to yank her arms away from the grip of the robotic hands which held her captive, but they didn't budge. She tried kicking, but her legs were equally useless at getting free from the hands which held her in place without flinching. "SUCH A FUSSY BABY." Maya heard that damned voice coo at her. A sudden tugging motion on her ankles lifted her nicely toned bottom off of the padded table top and a series of crinkles told Maya that her new choice of clothing was being laid out underneath her. Her legs were slowly lowered onto the padding before they were spread wide once more. "MPPHH!" Maya shouted in defiance into her infantile gag as her diaper was forcibly pulled over her freshly shaved pussy. With mechanical precision, the robotic hands pulled the wings over the center of the diaper. With each tape pressed into place, Maya could feel the bulk between her legs grow tighter as she was fastened into her size ten pampers. It was a very foriegn feeling for the young woman who wore only the most mature and sexiest underwear. Sometimes she wore a thong just because she could. The sensation of tremendously thick padding forcing her thighs spread was so strange to her. She tried to squeeze her legs together and could just barely touch her knees together. "FEEDING TIME FOR FUSSY BABIES!" To Be Continued... If you can't wait for the next update then why not pledge to my Patreon so you can read the newest update that Ijust posted? It's only $5. 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

My apologies for the delay. Been trying to get my 70 year old father unemployment benefits and, when that didn't work because California's system is so broken, I had to pay his rent and help him look for work. Looks like I'll be paying his rent next week since no one wants to hire him... anyway, enough of my complaining, you guys came here to read this story and I hope you enjoy these final moments before the end! --- Malene sighed, knowing full well that her radiant bitch of a boss wanted her to load her two human beach balls into the baby carriage. She got up from her padded seat on the sand and proceeded to pick Kimi up off of the beach with an unladylike grunt. She carried the larger than life Little over to the pink carriage and lowered her down into it. With Kimi deposited into the carriage she turned her attention to Jack and scooped him into the air and placed him beside his bowling ball shaped sibling. Once she was finished loading up the twins, she scowled at Rebecca who was walking past her pushing an umbrella stroller that had the pint sized photographer strapped into it. 'That lucky bitch. She gets to tag along, get a free vacation and barely has to do shit except babysit the one baby who isn't a fat fuck.' "Pick up the pace, you slow poke!" The CEO ordered as she strutted out ahead of Rebecca and Jaime. The CEO and her entourage walked past numerous other Amazons who were either on vacation with their families or by themselves. The unmarried couples gawked at them because of how bizarre Malene looked pushing a stroller in a dress that barely covered her diaper. The housewives out on holiday didn't even notice Malene due to how obese Kimi and Jack were. It wasn't every day you saw two morbidly obese Littles being pushed arounf in a carriage by an Amazon wearing a diaper while being led by a woman whose body looked thirty while her face looked like a it had more plastic than her chest. The whole group looked like a Circus coming to town save for Rebecca and Jaime who seemingly appeared to be out of place. As Rebecca pushed Jaime, she enjoyed the relative peace and tranquility of the beach. It gave her a moment to ponder why her boss' body reacted to the cream the way it did. 'The cream probably didn't alter the old woman's face because it was so preserved by chemicals that prevented her natural skin from being regressed back to what it once was.' Rebecca sighed as her mind drifted away from the cosmetic application of her cream and shifted to one of her chief concerns; potential regressive of her boss' cells. 'The cream is known to cause Littles to mentally regress if exposed to excessive amounts of the compound, but what if we're just as susceptible to being regressed as they are? Mrs. Schwartz had said that it was nonsense. That Amazons were superior to Littles and could never be broken down mentally like those oversized babies were.' Still, Rebecca couldn't shake the fact that the older woman had been acting a bit differently ever since she started using the cream. She was more prone to maternal displays when she was around the twins. Rebecca gazed down at the poor soul sitting in the stroller; the Little was once a photographer and now she was pooping her pampers like the twins. The sight of the newly reduced Amazon made Rebecca wonder if her boss was simply becoming more maternal because she was adopting more Littles or if something more sinister was going on in the woman's mind. "Hurry up, Rebecca. You walk slower than my granny and she's dead!" The oddly exuberant CEO joked. Rebecca looked up from the blushing tiny woman and realized that she had indeed fallen behind her boss and Malene. She couldn't believe that the waddling Amazon had passed her when she was thinking about her product's effect on the old woman's mental health. "Coming!" Rebecca shouted, speed walking to close the gap. Jaime felt her heart started to beat faster as her four wheeled pushchair picked up momentum. The former photographer still wasn't used to being pushed around, nor was she used to her new crinkly underwear or her mandatory bedtime. It hadn't been her fault! She only took the pictures! Why hadn't the crazy old bitch gone after the writer of the article?! 'Fucking Roxy should be sitting in this stroller, not me!' Once Rebbeca caught up, thd group walked into the lobby area where twenty people were standing in line. It was mostly Amazon families and their biological children, but one Little woman rested topless on her Mommy's hip. The Amazon mother was absolutely gorgeous and was probably a movie star or something. Nonetheless, upon seeing Jack and Kimi in their carriage, the stunning woman turned her body to force her adopted daughter to look down into the carriage. "If you keep acting up, Mommy will buy a robot nanny. Imagine what could happen if Mommy is away modeling and forgets to program the nanny to only feed you three meals a day? You might turn into a big balloon like those two!" Malene smiled and winked at the now frightened little lady clinging to her statuesque mommy figure. "Please! I'll be good! I promise!" Malene didn't hear what the model had said once they left the lobby, but she could only chuckle to herself at the power the woman wielded over her "baby." Littles after all, had only been created to be an Amazon's property. They were nothing more than dolls to be dressed up and humiliated in public. She didn't care too much for babies, but she had been reading all about the latest cat and dog modifications available overseas in Erie and the like. How she would love to break down a little man or woman to be her pet. The ding of the private elevator sounded, pulling Malene from her daydream and causing her to push the carriage into the elevator. Rebecca followed behind her and then the CEO joined them. No matter where they were the strollers always went in first as per the Corporate woman's order. She hated being surrounded by the damn things and, after adopting Jaime, she maintained that the babies were to be following her at all times. "Those diapers really stink." The giantess fanned her hand in front of her face. In silence the women stood there, none daring to speak up and annoy the bikini clad woman operating the buttons. Malene knew better than to say anything. It had been her fault that they were going back to the penthouse in the first place. Rebecca had nothing to say and little Jaime could only hope that the wet squishy feeling in her diaper was only piss and nothing more. The elevator doors leading to the penthouse slid open, allowing the corporate matriarch to escape from the powerful putrid odor that had boxed the ornate space. She kept a brisk pace as she passed by the numerous doors that liked the hall. None were currently occupied which was just one of the many perks she had as the controlling investor in the resort. Her CEO status and the fact that she pretty much owned the resort allowed her to use the entire top floor. "Hurry it up, ladies! I think I feel a wrinkle on my butt!" "Yes, Madam President! I'm right behind you!" Malene answered in an unenthusiastic tone. "I don't think you're going to have any wrinkles for a while, Madam President. At least not any for a month, if my calculations are correct." Rebecca stated. "Your calculations are wrong!" The bikini clad Corporate tycoon replied, stopping in front of the massive doors to her penthouse. "I've been using it twice a day and my face won't look any more youthful! Even my damn body won't get any younger than my late thirties!" Rebecca couldn't believe her ears. She had specifically told her boss that the cream was meant to only be used once a month. Although she wasn't certain about the effects, she had allowed the woman to try it, but that was after the old bitch had threatened with her own material manipulator ray. Even after being threatened, she had aired on the side of caution and told the woman that she could use it maybe once a week at the most! If she had been using it every day since they had arrived two weeks ago…. That meant that she was possibly causing irreparable damage to her body and mind! "I told you to only use it once a week at the most!" Rebbeca found herself shouting. "Yes, and that silly recommendation barely brought my body back to its fifties." The bikini clad woman answered. "I'm how young I could look if I used it three times a day!" With that said, Rebbeca watched her boss rush past her double doors, disappearing into her penthouse in a manic burst of energy. Rebecca rushed past Malene and the twins, determined to get into the CEO's penthouse and stop her from doing something stupid. One dose a day was bad enough. Two explained her random outbursts that bordered on childish. Three doses could be catastrophic! The scientist pushed open the double doors and gazed into the dark room. For whatever reason, the lights were out and the curtains had been drawn. It made sense, she knew that the older woman was rather paranoid about the paparazzi ever since those articles about her being a bad mother. Still, it made it impossible to immediately locate the deranged woman in this massive suite. Rebecca scurried around, feeling the wall like a blind woman searching for a light switch. In the midst of her quest for artificial illumination, she heard labored breathing. She listened intently to the breathing and walked towards it until her foot bumped into something on the ground. Immediately after touching the mysterious thing on the floor, Rebbeca heard the sound of giggling. She had no clue if it was one of the twins' toys or something else she had accidentally brushed with her shoe, but her curiosity was answered when Malene turned on the lights. "Holy shit!" The big breasted secretary's voice filled the room as she shouted out in shock. "Rebbeca, what the fuck happened to her?" To Be Continued... this weekend! I hope you enjoyed this little addition. I didn't mean to leave it on a cliffhanger... or did I? Well, place your bets on what happened to the CEO... If you can't wait for the next update then why not pledge to my Patreon so you can read the entire story? It's only $5 dollars to read what took a year to write and it's already finished. 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Usagi felt absolutely ecstatic tonight. It was going to be a great night that was for sure! Her parents were currently out with friends and said thst they weren't going to be back until around midnight or so. She had the entire house to herself. The blond Odango haired teen, finished picking out her favorite romantic DVDs to watch with her friends. Usagi had everything her friends would like, potato chips, poki sticks, soda and numerous other choices of junk food to snack on. She currently wore a pair of matching pink pajama bottoms and pink top with white polka-dots. A knock at her bedroom door made the leader of the Scouts turn around and that's when she saw Rei Hino, one of her closest friends, standing in front of the slightly ajar door. Her soft, pale skin tone made her stand out in a crowd. Her rich, black locks framed those brown doe eyes perfectly. To top it all off, she wore a loose, white laced, sleeveless pajama top, showing her belly button and a pair of loose fitting pajama pants. Her bedtime attire looked absolutely adorable on her. "Hi, Rei!" Usagi smiled holding a few DVDs." "Don't tell me that all we're going to do is watch TV." Rei wondered aloud. The pigtailed Senshi sweat dropped. "Umm, no. I mean, we'll do other fun stuff besides watch movies." Before Rei could reply she was interrupted by Minako and Ami who were in the middle of a conversion as they walked into the room together. "I just got dumped yesterday. So, I really need this. Hopefully, Usagi picked out a good romcom with a cute lead." The blond scout wore her hair in short bangs in the front and left it long and flowing in the back. She sported a baggy, collared pajama top with matching bottoms. Both featured blue stripes running vertically down them. "You've gone through more boys than I have read books, but I hope you're right. I hope tonight is fun." Ami smiled as she followed behind her friend. She wore a matching light blue top and bottom that made her short azure hair stand out. "Minako, Hoshi dumped you?" Usagi asked. "Yeah, but I don't want to talk about it. Can we watch a movie?" The blond with the red bow in her hair asked, hoping to take her mind off of her latest break up with a good movie. "Come on, girls. We can do better than that. Who wants to go up against me in Tekken?!" Makoto announced as she held up the newest copy of the game. The night was filled with girl talk and plenty of snacking while Makoto handed out a digital ass whooping to any scout who attempted to play against her. Only Usagi could come close to give the girl in green shorts and a tiny green t-shirt a challenge even though Rei was the one with a background in martial arts. Sadly, that knowledge didn't translate into the video game and she couldn't match Jupiter's martial arts prowess. However, Usagi was giving Makoto a damn good match as the two fought diligently, Usagi was mashing the controller with everything she had, but before the match could be decided, the television went black. "Hey?! What happened?!" Makoto looked around the room and noticed that the windows were filled with a blinding white light. "I was about to win!!" Usagi whined. "What's going on out there?" Minako asked as her fellow scouts ran over to the window. The scouts looked out the window, searching for the cause of the disturbance when everything started to feel weird. Time suddenly stopped to a stand still as the light enveloped the scouts and caused each girl to pass out simultaneously. A lone figure, originally obscured by darkness stepped out of the shadows and grinned as they watched each girl fall to the floor. "Phase one, complete. Now I just need to enact the spell on them and mold them to the master's design." To Be Continued... Read the rest on my fanbox. Can't be posted on Patreon https://daymare.fanbox.cc

I half suspected that this would happen, but my God you did a phenomenal job brining in yhat curveball. Irene is utterly screwed.

For someone who is not a native English speaker/writer this was pretty easy to understand. My only question is how do they mentally regressed adult babies live in the community? I would assume that they're all assigned a "parent" or something like that? Maybe a babysitter? Looking forward to seeing where this goes from here.