Lucifer666

Sorry for the long absence, I've been in a writing competition for over a month. I'll try to be better. Chapter 3 Like anyone who has been in school the days just blend together. Sure the lessons are different, new assignments given. New gossip, weather and news from the sports teams. But they are all the same on any given day. An assignment due every class, a test in nearly one subject or another every day and a paper or project due every week. It was the hardest semester I’ve ever done. When the days blend I sometimes lose myself in thought. Which is what happened to me one February day as I was walking through the hallway and a door opened so fast I just didn’t have time to react and the stout wood hit me square in the head. The impact sent me stumbling backward, falling onto my padded rear, letting all the air out of the diaper. My backpack, which was already heavy for me, pulled my back in a further lean, giving me a good view of Tagger who stood there looking at me as I held my head and tried to orient myself. “Ouch!” I said aloud, I could already feel the headache coming. Tagger and I were just staring there for several seconds before I realized the entire hallway had gone quiet. Every amazon had stopped to look at Tagger, the door and a fallen little. For most the logic would be sound. The little ran into the door as it was opening, however, given what had happened to Tagger for the last few weeks it was anything but logical. Tagger had become a ghost of his former self. His self-confidence had been destroyed. Most of his football group didn’t sit with him anymore at lunch or assemblies. The experience had caused a slight relapse and he had been forced to wear a diaper for a few days, then pull-ups for a few weeks. He’d only returned to normal underwear, according to the gossip of this place a few days ago. Last week he’d passed me in the hallway with his face was a mixture of anger and shame. He tried to hit me once when he was out of diapers. He lifted me by my shirt and pressed my back hard against the lockers. It was difficult to breathe for a few seconds until Katy and several other amazons told him to put me down. Several of his former friends had stood behind Katy and intimidated him to put me down. I don’t know the particulars of what happened afterwards but for the last few days he’s just passed me. Never looked or made eye contact. And here he was now on the other side of a door that just hit me. I’m not mad at him. I mean was an honest mistake, I should have been paying attention. “How could you Tagger!” an amazon female shouted. The sound hurt my ears but not nearly as much as the sounds that came after. Dozens and dozens of amazons flooded the hallways creating an ever growing barrier between Tagger and me. I never moved and yet I could feel the crowd get larger, their voices making my head hurt more and more. I heard some shouting in the distance followed by someone shouting fight but that was soon fading away as I was picked up by Elsa, one hand on my back and the other cupping my diaper under my pants. She wasn’t pressing me to her like Bree does, eh allowed me to support my head with my hand to mitigate the headache as she walked down the hallway, opposite of the Tagger. I could feel other hands rubbing my back and pulling the waistband of my pants so I knew they were checking me themselves. I tried to tell them to just let me go to class but every time I opened my mouth speak I was shushed. By either Elsa or another from the crowd that was clearing the hallway for Elsa to carry me. You would think she was handling an explosive with how much they were overreacting. After a few minutes I realized they were taking me to the nurse’s office. Nothing I said was going to make them stop; too many amazons in full parental panic, emotion to the highest decree, washing over them. The nurse’s office wasn’t much better. You should have heard the disappointment when the staff turned away most of the amazons away except for Elsa and one other amazon girl that had walked in with her. With the crowd at the door, another flurry I found myself in as the nursing staff took over. To give you some perspective…our school nurses office is nearly as big as a hospital waiting room. It was mean to take care of over 60 students at a time. Anything more than that and they would call the hospitals. After informing the nurse at the front desk what happened, without any input from me, we were escorted to a room where I was changed into a hospital gown and being held and baby talked by the two girls. My watch was removed and laid on the table. After a few moments I was taken to the schools MRI machine where I was swaddled in a blanket, “please remain as still as you can Aaron. I know the machine is scary and makes loud noises but do your best to be a brave boy,” the nurse said to me before leaving the room. Does every amazon believe we are as fragile as glass? The machine started up, it was a very loud noise but aside from that I really didn’t have a problem. It took a few minutes but I was eventually picked back up and delivered back to the room where Elsa and the other were but it turned out the nurse had told them to return to class. I was laid on the table. The lights were dimmed low and I was told to rest until the results came in. As the door close I put my watch back on, twisting the dial. Immediately I could feel little pins and needles sensations move up my arm, similar to when blood flow returns to your limbs after cutting the flow off. In truth it was my little nano-machines when they reached my ear, Morpheus spoke. You have a concussion Aaron. “That would explain the headache” I replied, turning over on my stomach to conceal my face in as much darkness as possible. Morpheus had evolved ten thousand times over since the start of the year. With his help in comprehensive coding of the Nantes I was able to finish my project a week early. Then I simply used my last week to improve on my original design, made changes in the schematics of the coding and paperwork and finalized it before submitting it to Mr. Tully last week. I only mention this because the nurse is typing on her computer a recommendation for you…summary regression. Zero chance of getting hurt like this again. “How did you—“I started before I remembered that Morpheus scans nearby machinery and electronics when he starts. Computers, phones, tablets, security footage, robots and machinery. This feature let him orient itself with its surroundings. “Never mind” I said softly. There is no way she got approval for that summary, nor would she be allowed to implement it but when have amazons really followed the rules when it comes to being fair to littles. Sure enough, a few minutes later the nurse comes in with a cup of apple juice, she tells me to drink it as it will help me feel better. After a she left I struggled getting off the table and pouring the apple juice into a potted plant tin the corner, something doctors’ offices do to make the room nicer for people. Another struggle getting back up on the table and my head was pounding. I lay there for another few minutes before I heard the door open. I thought it was the nurse checking to see if I drank the apple juice but then I heard additional voices. “We only have a few minutes before the nurse comes back,” a female voice said. The bright lights flicked on, I covered my mouth as the headache came back. “Don’t you dare scream,” another female voice said. I was manhandled onto all fours as my diaper was pulled down and a sharp slap connected with my rear end forcing a muffled scream into the hand. A few moments passed before I felt a cold liquid smeared around my butt hole and then a foreign object forced into it. I screamed again into the hand, followed by another sharp smack on my rear end and the object finished entering. It took a few seconds but then I felt liquid entering me. It was an enema. I tried to move but the amazon’s arms held me in place. I couldn’t do anything but squirm and take it. It was then, Shelly Henning sat on the bed in front of me, a large smile on her face. “Hi baby,” she said. She wasn’t trying to hide her pleasure in my pain. “I know you’ve been having trouble going during the daytime so this should help. The enema is mostly water but there are a few chemicals to help you. It’s the same thing my mother gives to her littles to ensure they make poopies.” ‘Ugh’ she went on and on about littles in need of parents to take care of them. It was when the enema was near the end that her real motivation came about. “Now, I want you to thank me for the enema and helping to keep you healthy.” I was mad. I didn’t want to say it but all it took was whoever was behind me twisting the nozzle and I gave in, “thank you” I said “for keeping me healthy by giving me this enema.” “Your welcome baby. Now you can do me a favor as repayment for this kindness.” The nozzle was being pulled…slowly. The pain was excruciating. Not just the pressure on my bladder but the pain on my butthole. As she spoke the girls finished removing the enema bulb and lifted the diaper back in place. “I know you act very smart baby boy. You make good grade but you spend way too much time trying not to mess your pants. Still, I need your mind. I want you to hack the school’s auto closet.” That was an odd request. I mean the thing is essentially a computer but why in the world would you want to hack a fancy closet? It doesn’t keep any valuable records (credit cards or passwords). Al it can do is change clothes. I pondered this, why would a stuck up girl like Shelly care about getting access to a machine that changes clothes? Humiliation? Maybe. But if that was true, it would mean she wasn’t to humiliate more than one person. Shelly acted like the queen bee of the school but she isn’t. Pretty-yes, smart-yes, conniving-oh yes but as for being on top of the social hierarchy of the school-maybe just outside of the top ten. A smack on my diapered bottom jostled my heavy bladder and brought me back to reality. Shelly was telling me she wanted complete access to the auto-closet and she wanted access by the next week. I didn’t want to do it. For one it was a crime as it was a functioning tool of the school. Second, by tampering with it, it would be a crime against the company that made it as it violated their warranty policy. I had to figure out something to do. All I could think of was stalling. “Shelly, it can’t be done in a week. The safety firewalls are adaptive algorithms that change every second. It would take me three weeks to calculate them on any computer to get past them.” She showed little to no interest in my words. Another smack on my diaper and she chided me for trying to make excuses and not do this little favor for her. I simply replied that I would do it only if she gave me the right amount of time to get it done. After a few more seconds of pleading she finally agreed but if I didn’t deliver as soon as possible she would be back with super suppositories. She and her two friends left with the enema bag and when the door she it was like they were never there. My bladder was hurting, my butt was tingling with heat and my head was hurting from the added stress. I waited there with every muscle in my butt clenched to keep everything inside. It was a losing battle and if I didn’t do something soon I was going to go into the diaper. That would be all anyone needs to demerit me and send me to the principle for discipline. Or worse, regression. After the nurse came in, surprise on her face more than anything that I wasn’t regressed, she checked my vitals again. It took everything in my power to not cry out when she drew blood. The resident doctor checked me over and said I was good to go back to class. I walked out into the hallway, a little shaky but nothing terrible, but every single step is making my but hurt. With people moving about the hallways I didn’t dare make a run for the bathroom; I would be stopped just before I could ever enter. I can tell some of the amazon women are watching me. Like they knew something was going to happen to him, waiting for it to happen. I walked with purpose toward the stairs until I felt a hand take mine and jerk me toward the elevator. Before I could even notice what happened the elevator doors were closing and a ping announced over the elevator. Thank you Ms. Parker I looked up to see Rosalie looking at me with equal parts worry and anger. Turned out Rosalie had heard about it what happened to me and had come to see me but overheard Shelly and her threats. She heard what they were doing to me and hid before anyone else could see her. “Where are we going?” I asked. “The home economics class is empty this period, the nurse leaves the door unlocked in the event a little has an accident. It would be better to do it there, no one on that side of the floor for until after lunch. The elevator pinged and we stepped out, heading left to the home economics room. I never thought I would enter this room ever again after freshmen year. The smell of baby powder and wipes is a permanent stain in this room. Rosalie led me to the private office where its own private bathroom was at. It was a little bigger than me. Rosalie laid an adaptation on top of the toilet. “I have to use this sometimes. Some amazon toilets are too big even for me. I didn’t ask or reason that I was using her toilet seat. My bowels constricted and in truth the idea that I was dropping my pants in front of a girl was just gone. I couldn’t get the diaper off, I didn’t have my tools with me. So I just sat on the adapter…diaper and all. Rosalie pulled my shirt off at the last second before it happened. BLLLLLLUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!! It all came rushing out. A watery mess that felt sticky on my rear end. My eyes were closed and the mess just kept coming. After several minutes the diaper must’ve reached capacity because it leaked out of the diaper and into the toilet. It wasn’t just that, oddly a sense of relief washed over me as my bowls cleared. Maybe even a euphoric feeling, which was quickly replaced with disgust at the fact that the diaper held most of the mess against me. I was panting. I was exhausted from all of this. Not to mention that my head was still hurting and I was only in a diaper in front of a girl. It was then I looked up to see Rosalie had stepped out of the bathroom sometime in my blowout. I took a sigh of relief at that until I realized she was going to see and smell it when she came back in. After moments of silence and the last trickle came out; I just sat there and waited. “Are you done?” she called. At first I nodded before realizing I didn’t say much of anything. “Yes” I said. “Ok, well don’t freak out, but this is the best way to clean you.” The door opened and in walked a nannybot. I panicked, trying to move but the full diaper just sloshed around and more came out of the leg holes but it threw me of balance. The nannybot was dressed in a maids outfit, all forest green with white frills and apron. Most nanny bots have the same stock face, like mannequins in a store. Modeled after some famous actress years ago. Unlike fancier nanny bots, this one was on wheels, moving smoothly as it approached and picked me up. It was an odd sensation and at first me fear kicked it at this. Being taken to the changing table. The Nanny bot removed the diaper, dropping it into the waste, before taking me to the large sink for bathing infants. A steady stream of warm water washed over me as the nanny bot scrubbed me from head to toe, taking intense care around my privates. While being manhandled I noticed Rosalie watching the ordeal from beside the bot. “Relax Aaron, its ok,” she said softly. “It’s the most efficient way to clean you.” By this point the bath was over and I was being dried. “I don’t want this thing to go too far” I said. “Relax, I gave it the instructions. Just let the bot do its thing and it will be over soon,” she replied. Being dry I was whisked back to the changing table where all of the straps were used. A vial of liquid was massaged into my skin for a few seconds before wiping me down. Then the bot lifted my legs, a baby wipe going over my rear side that was when I noticed my hair was gone. “Oh crap, now I’m hairless like a little” I said. “In case you forgot, Aaron, you are a little,” Rosalie replied. Baby powder patted into my butt before I was wrapped back into a diaper. The diaper snug against my skin. It wasn’t a super thick diaper but it was definitely more than the pampers I usually wear. In no time I was redressed in my school uniform before the nannybot returned to its station and began recharging. ‘Huh’ I thought, “usually nannybots are all cooing and baby talk, it was almost weird not hearing it talk.” “My parents had a nannybot for me when I was a child,” Rosalie said. “One of the first things I learned was the speech centers. I couldn’t stand it as a kid. I used to leave my room at night to tinker with it.” She gestured to the nannybot while I slipped my backpack on, “fortunately this one obeys commands.” My impression of Rosalie was definitely raised at this point. My headache getting less and less but it was still there. We walked out of the room, the hallway now empty as classes had begun. She elbowed me in the side in a playful manner. This was actually a bit of fun, being out in the hallways during class time. A little bit of a rebellion, for someone like me who lives strictly by the rules, it’s a very freeing moment. The same feeling when you have a holiday off. Down the stairs we reached the junction, her class was the opposite direction from me, “I’m going this way,” she said. “I’m this way,” I motioned in the opposite direction. “Well I have to say this was exciting compared to a normal school day. Glad I could help.” “Hey, Rosalie…thank you,” I was turning away from her when the quick patter of feet came up behind me. All of a sudden Rosalie kissed me, on the cheek, but she kissed me. Then ran off down the hallway. Shock was the only word I could think of. “It would appear Ms. Parker likes you” Morph’s voice snapped me out of my daze and forced me back to reality and to my waiting class. After handing the teacher the nurse’s note I took my seat and set about taking notes on everything. Thinking on Shelly’s threat of physical harm if I didn’t hack the auto-closet. The attempted regression by the nursing staff. Being manhandled by a nannybot in front of a pretty girl and yet, that kiss kept popping up at random. Toward the end of the class the school announcements were being read overhead. Our schools basketball team was apparently on track to win another championship, which was conflicting. On the one hand I’m glad our school is doing well but on the other hand I’ve never been to a single game. Littlest were not allowed to attend sporting events without a parent (adopted or biological) or a guardian. No little wanted that as it would go to the amazons head that the little in question was wanting to be adopted and would therefore have no need to watch the game. Especially after a little in my sophomore year attended a volleyball game and was adopted and diapered before the match was even half done. Someone had poured water down her clothes and made it look like she wet herself, or so I was told by my fellow littles. Speaking of littles, we are down to just three of us. Kevin had made the mistake of believing an amazon who’d invited him to a party at their house. Don’t get me wrong, there was a party, there was also alcohol and plenty of amazon females. Within an hour, LPS and police arrived, Kevin was deemed to put himself into harm’s way and that clearly made him having a case of maturosis. Elizabeth Burkhart, daughter of the home economics teacher ended up adopting Kevin. There was nothing that could be done. Bree made sure to usher me toward him when Elizabeth brought him to school as the home economics aid (a position I’d been force to do my freshmen year). The sad part of that was I was forced to do it, but because I was the aid, I didn’t actually participate in the class and the teacher gave me a B-. I looked on as I saw Kevin suffering the same fate. His new mommy and grandmother could force him to do this year after year. With announcements over, so was class. I knew word had gotten around school, though Tagger’s fate was unknown to me. Still I moved quickly through the hallways, Bree will be looking for me, but for this last period we are not together, if I can get down to the second level and I n the classroom I will be in the clear— I was whisked up in the air and my face was planted against a woman’s chest. “Oh Aaron, you’ve had me so worried” Bree cried out. A quick movement and a door shutting and I found myself sitting on a counter top, my head even with Bree’s boobs. She was poking and prodding my head, searching my face and hair for any sign of bruising. Bree herself looked like she’d been crying for a while now. Some of her mascara was runny and teardrops lay on the collar of her shirt. “My god, are you hurt? Did he hurt you? What did the doctor say? Are you in pain? Do you need a new diaper?” The endless sea of questions were pouring out of Bree and it seemed every few seconds she would embrace me in a tight hug as if to assure herself that I was still here. “You’re crushing my head in your hugs Bree and I still have a headache,” I managed to say in between hugs. Bree released me and after a few calming breaths she smiled. I confirmed that I was ok. I also thanked her for her concerns but I really was ok. Bree touched up her makeup and carried me to my last class. She was almost reluctant to let me go. After class she Bree insisted on a last diaper change but honestly I thinks she was looking for a reason to check on me again. ~*~ Over the weekend I spent majority of time working on Shelly’s request. Since there was no evidence it would be my word against Shelly’s and no matter how smart I am, amazons will not simply take my word for it. In fact, with false accusations, it could be declared maturosis. And with the threat of further attacks it seemed easier to just work on it. I set up the code accessing the auto-closet while I set morph to build an app that could set it to a phone. This seemed easier than simply giving Shelly a webpage. That would give more people options to mess with it and I simply wanted Shelly to be the only one doing damage. I took some time to clean, school work. I had some in depth conversations with my lawyers concerning the house being sold, my college dorm has already been paid for. He also set up a video chat with my roommate, and my contract for the end of the year. All in all it was a busy weekend and I still hadn’t finished Shelly’s request. I needed some conversion help in the coding to switch between the sensors and the app. For this I needed to speak with Dylan, he would be more familiar with this code. I mean his project is anti-gravity equations which use conversion algorithms. I need to talk with him and convince him somehow. This upcoming week is Valentines week, ugh, I wish I was sick this week. It’s just too much love. Don’t get me wrong I’ve nothing against it but this week it feels too much. With groceries delivered and everything set out for the week I turned in. It was not peaceful sleep. I woke up several times covered in sweat. Nightmares of being adopted by Shelly or getting thrown into an automated daycare or etiquette school would not let me have a peaceful night’s sleep.

Ok, I might be missing something...or misinterpreting something but is Beckie in love with him as a little or is she actually attracted to him I thought it was motherly but some of her words and actions are making me think its romantic love, with a motherly influence if that makes sense? Is anyone else seeing this or getting that vibe?

Its self destructive thought. They are convincing him there is something wrong, then forcing him to perform tests that exaggerate his emotions and body then claiming 'see you are showing clear signs.' I would go completely insane just trying to listen to them. (This is just my opinion and I'm not suggesting it in any way...but, with this type of pressure I'm amazed he isnt thinking suicide). Again, I never want anyone to do that, but in this situation I could see it crossing his mind.

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But in truth the sister is already stacking the deck, she denied him use of the potty. Even as an adult, I wake up and need the bathroom. By denying it shes forcing him to use the diaper, which he would have no choice and then mark it against him.

Hey everyone, final part of Chapter 2. Sorry for the delay, pulled overtime all weekend and I came home and collapsed in bed. This is the longest chapter I have, hopefully the others will be loaded sooner. Enjoy! Chapter 2.3 We could hear the cheers rising as we got closer. Kids in street clothes, mostly a lot of black with many in jeans and even a few in shorts along with the protective gear. It’s hard to describe everything that was going on. So many little groups dotted around the park. Some standing just to watch or talk to others and some with their skateboards in hand ready for their own time to do a trick or two. “What are we doing here?” Katy asked. “Picking up my little brother” Dakota replied, “His school gets out an hour and a half before ours but I have to get him home before I got to ballet class.” “Lucky. Wished we got out an hour early” Katy chuffed. Another thing I noticed is the ratio of boys and girls was 3 to 1, still it was a big crowd. Against the fence Bree was just watching me while Katy and Dakota searched the crowd. “Jonah!” Dakota screamed from beside me. She waved her hand with equal parts excitement and fanatic for attention. I strained to look in the direction she yelled. On the other side of the park a young man, maybe a few years younger than us looked up from beside what looked like an empty swimming pool. Like many of the others he wore tennis shoes, t-shirt and shorts with a yellow helmet and pads on his knees and elbows. “Come on loser we have to go!” Dakota yelled again with more force this time that it rattled the fence slightly. It was then I noticed one other thing that was happening. I’d been so focused on Dakota and her brother that I missed what else was happening. The girls around the park had all taken notice of us as well but more than that, they’d taken notice of me. “Oh my god aren’t you just the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen,” and amazon teen grabbed the fence from the other side. She had ash blond hair with dark makeup, black clothing and silver jewelry everywhere including her lip and eyebrows. “Umm…thank you” I said. This made the girl squeal in delight as her eyes never left me. About that time another pair of girls showed up at the fence. Both were brunettes but I couldn’t tell much more because of the toboggan hats over their heads. Both had piercings up and down both ears. One had a skull on her t-shirt and the other had F*** Cops t-shirt. “Is he yours” one of them asked Bree. “No he’s not adopted. He just likes to be babied every now and then,” she said. I turned to look at her with a scowl but in turning my head the pacifier was placed back inside my mouth, this time it inflated slightly. Not enough to fill my entire mouth and crack my jaw but enough that I knew I wasn’t allowed to speak right now. I got the message just sit there in Bree’s jacket and be cute, warm and silent. I could see now why we had stopped on this side of the fence, it would take them over a minute to run to the edge of the fence and back to us and by then we would be in the car. I couldn’t see many of the guys but I could imagine all of their faces shocked and bothered by all the girls attentions being somewhere besides them and even worse on a little baby. Waking the motherhood inside of them that could take them away from their sport/hobby or whatever. Jonah made it around the fence to us on his skateboard, stepping off before he could actually run into us. “Why do you have to come here and with a little brat?” Jonah mouthed off. He looked like Dakota with 30 more pounds, baggy clothes a backwards hat and a single piercing in one ear. (I wonder if he realizes what that means to be in that ear. If he doesn’t I know all of the girls in this park know exactly what it means). I felt Bree hold me closer and turn away from him, “Stop being an ass Jonah. He didn’t even say anything so why do you have to be rude to the little?” Dakota remarked, following us back to the car. Jonah was told to sit up front as they didn’t want him in back with me. After strapping I in everyone else strapped in and we were off on the road again. Jonah was busy trying to change the radio to something more metal or hard rock (which I wouldn’t be against). Meanwhile Katy and Dakota were discussing French class or something related to it because they kept speaking French every other sentence. I was glad for the pacifier or I would have probably revealed that I speak some French too. When we came to a complete stop Katy unstrapped me from the seat and stepped out. I immediately recognized my house and my parent’s vehicle was not in the garage. (I pay a service to take the car out and bring it back to keep the illusion that my parents still live here from prying eyes). Katy handed me off to Bree who kissed my cheek as she supported my diapered butt to the front door. “You are, without doubt, the most adorable little I have ever seen,” Bree said wit the biggest smile on her face. Katy behind her with my backpack and lunchbox. Bree fished out my key and opened the door for me, setting me inside on the floor. “I hope you had a wonderful. I know I did.” Bree bopped my nose, “now you do your homework and I will change you in a few hours. NO leaving the house Aaron.” Her face had a stern expression for just a moment but I nodded and it faded back to a smile. I waved goodbye and closed the door. I watched from the window as she got back in the SUV and it pulled away. “Morph” I said. Yes Aaron. “Did you receive input correctly all day?” Yes Aaron. Operating at 100 percent. “Good. Link up with the auto dresser down the hall. If Bree is going to change me then I need the system online.” A few moments passed. System is online. Aaron the milk stores in the fridge read zero percent, is this correct? “Yes I poured her milk out the day after Christmas.” Shall I request more? “NO!” I shouted. “For now let me do my homework and you run self-diagnostics on yourself and the other nanites. It’s going to be a busy night for both of us,” I said as I crawled down the hallway to my bedroom. Affirmative. Bree POV (*Later that evening*) ‘OH I just love this dress. I feel like a princess.’ My thoughts were making me so happy right now I thought I might burst. “Calm down miss, I’m trying to make corrections here,” a middle aged tailor with curly dark hair and dark rimmed glasses spoke from below. I couldn’t help myself but I tried to stand as still as possible. The fireplace in our main living room was nearly as tall as my father and the fire within matched his drive to run out Families Company. The Christmas tree was already gone and replaced with moves antique bunnies in anticipation of the Spring Equinox. ‘Well since I can’t move in this gorgeous Valentino Wedding Dress then I can at least take care of my baby.’ The tailor happily handed me the tablet and she returned to her work. This was by far the best gift I could have given my little Aaron. I wish I could have given him a nannybot but father said the bots were down due to glitches that needed to be sorted. One of the bots nearly spanked a child to death. It was a big disturbance for father and the rest of the family. I pushed the connection to the auto dresser to see an empty room. I pressed the menu button and selected DIAPER CHANGE. The system sent its tentacles to find Aaron in his room finishing his homework. ‘He really should be in bed right now.’ I heard the commotion and soon the little figure of Aaron in his mint green Onesie appeared before my eyes. “What happened to your mittens?” I asked. “I had to take them off to do my homework,” he replied. Aaron knows how to take off little mittens. He’s definitely cleverer than I gave him credit for. “It time for my little baby to have his diapey changed. Yes it is…yes it is,” I squealed. I can’t help myself. Aaron is laid on the table and I just imagine my hands doing this instead of the tentacles. The unbuttoning of his onesie. Blowing raspberries on his tummy and hearing that laugh that melts my heart every time. Feeling that wet diaper and knowing my little needs his mommy to change him. I open the tapes with care and lay the front down as I pull the wipes, lifting him by the ankles to clean him with love and care. I search through the diaper list on my screen and note there are more diapers in his room. I sent the tentacles to gather them and they return with an assortment of them. One catches my eye. It’s a thick nighttime diaper with little fairies on them. With the diaper is wet the fairies vanish and if my little baby poops in them the fairies gather to form one large fairy holding her nose. I select this. The wipes are balled into the old diaper and placed in the diaper pail nearby and the new diaper is laid underneath him. I sweetly powder my little baby all over his bottom as he laughs and then I close the diaper up. My baby is safe and secure as the onesie is removed along with the booties. I’m feeling girlish today. “Bree how’s the fitting coming?” my mother said walking in to the room, her pant suit was crisp and perfect for a high class woman like her. I got my red hair and green eyes from her, but my height and brains I got from father. “Wonderful mother, I’m just getting Aaron dressed for bed,” I said turning my attention back to the tablet camera. I decided to be girlish this evening. A pink nightie with lots of ruffles and matching rumba panties to. Can’t forget booties. A cute little bonnet and a pink pacifier. One by one the items were clothed over Aaron and I feared I would start leaking if I kept this up but I couldn’t turn my eyes away. I gestured mom to come over and look at my little baby after muting it. “Oh my, she is adorable Bree,” she said. “He, at least for now. I haven’t made up my mind yet.” “Why haven’t you adopted him already? Your 17, by law you are allowed to adopt him.” “It’s that stupid law they passed last year. Unless he volunteers or breaks a rule I can’t just abduct him. I have to wait till he graduates. If I’m honest, I don’t want to just take him. I want to shower him with love and affection. Show him what it will be like as my baby. The on graduation I will be there at the bottom of the stairs and he will come running to my arms and we will both have picked one another and be truly happy.” Mother blinked at me but her smile and laughter were full of warmth and good cheer. “You really are smitten with this little aren’t you?” “I’ve never felt like this looking at any other little. With father’s blessing and your help, the nursery is almost done. The just finished connecting my room to the nursery so if he calls I can be there in an instant.” “You say that now sweetheart,” mom admonished me, “just wait till the baby starts crying at 3am because of a messy diaper. Then you will wish they were further down the hall.” Mother and the seamstress started laughing. And after a few seconds I couldn’t help but join in the laughter with them but it was a reflex. No matter what anyone says I want my baby close to me. I want to be available for feeding and changing as much as possible. At least until I have to go to work. The thought of daycare made me sad though, I don’t want someone else raising my baby. Maybe mother could watch him? She’s retiring soon. None of my brothers have produced a grandchild yet so maybe this would appease her. It was something to think about closer to graduation. I look back to the screen to find Aaron crawling toward the door and I unmute the screen, “Aaron,” he turned his head to me, “finish your homework and go to bed. You need your rest. Good night little one.” I exclaim before signing off the tablet, handing it to my mother to place on the table for charging. “I’ve almost finished the edge miss” the seamstress said. “I can’t believe my dress fits you so well Bree,” mother said. “You’re a shoe in for first deb.” The Debutante ball is in April. Historically it was a lavish party to announce a girl’s readiness to marry. Over time the tradition as evolved to a higher level of accomplishment. You have to have straight A’s, be involved in charity work (which reminds me I need to sign up on the sheet to get some more hours). Finish the classes on etiquette, dance and be involved in both school and community. It’s a tremendous amount of work outside of school and cheerleading but to excel in life you have to put the miles in. I just figured why not do it when I’m young and able, right? Like this dress, for example, was one thing less to worry about. A Valentino classic wedding dress, since debutante dresses are required to be white, this would be perfect and traditional. Valentino passed away when I was little so his dresses were hard to come by anymore but this was the same dress my mother wore at her debutante so keep the tradition of this dress. All the accessories will be new but this with its corset bodice and poufy skirt that barely reached the floor was embellished with ivy and flower detail in crystal and diamonds was the perfect symbol of my life. Beautiful, elegant and more importantly timeless. “I know right?” I said. “How are classes going this semester?” she asked me. “I have my last three credits and I will have my business degree at the same time I graduate high school, getting my college decree at the same time was a great idea. I take the LSATs soon and if I pass th…” “When you pass,” mother interrupted me. “When I pass, I will just have to finish Law school and I will be done before I’m 22.” “Then you can take over the company and let an old man retire” a thundering voice came from the hallway and soon father strode into the room. He was smiling. Once he took one look at me he had tears in his eye; not a crying festival mind you but small and beautiful. I’m standing on a table and father still makes me feel small by comparison. His balding head showed strength with his bread shoulders and dark brown eyes. “Daddy!” I cheered, setting my hands on my hips, “So what do you think?” “You look as beautiful as your mother Bree,” he said softly. His mind was elsewhere, probably thinking of mother in at her debutante ball or maybe their wedding. His praise meant everything. Our family started this company well over one hundred years ago and under father’s guidance it has expanded four fold. I only hope I can continue his example. “Thank you Daddy!” I reply. “You will make a fine CEO of the company and I will be able to enjoy my retirement in peace without a thing to worry about.” “NO pressure” mother said with disgust and sarcasm. I knew she was just being overly protective. After raising my two older brothers, raising me must be something different by her standards. “None whatsoever. Our daughter is brilliant, beautiful, capable and willing to move forward with her aspirations and goals. I can think of no better hands to leave it in,” Fathers praise was beginning to make me blush. We were all interrupted by the seamstress who’d finished her alteration of the bottom of the skirt. Adding a silver lace detail to the edges. Combined with the shoes it would create an illusion akin to magic as I walk down those stairs. “Wonderful” father said. “Breathtaking” mother commented. “I love it,” I replied. We spent several moments gushing over the dress before letting her know the last few things we wanted over the next few weeks including the corset bodice. “And what about Aaron?” the seamstress commented. No one really responded. It was tradition, among Debs, to have a little join them in the ceremony. Usually a family member or their own personal little. They dress up, also in white, and are paraded in an adorable bassinette around the ball room then the traditional changing of the littles diaper followed by the first dance with the little. Then they are given to our parents as we dance with our escorts. Mother and Father were in talks with Mrs. Tagger about her son being my escort but since the fiasco this afternoon with her son I don’t believe he will be attending the event. I will have to think about who can escort me. Which reminds me, Aaron didn’t say he did that to Tagger but he never denied it either. I must think of something to stop his deceptions in the future. A mother/little relationship must be built on trust. For this I am sure. “I’m working on it. Rest assured I will get Aaron to the ball.” “We could always use your niece, their little or we could rent one from one of the training schools,” mother said. “No…” I said, more sternly then I meant it too, “…it can only be Aaron.” This was one thing I would not budge on. It has to be Aaron. It has to be.

Hey everyone so this is part 2 of 3 of chapter 2. Third part will be published this weekend...if I dont get called into work. Thank you everyone for your comments. And enjoy! Chapter 2.2 Walking into history class already in progress was going to be a messy affair. First of all Mr. Graham talks very loudly. I know that doesn’t seem too strange but it is when you consider the history is in the classrooms above the library so when you enter from downstairs you can already hear him clear as day. I can’t tell you how many librarians we’ve had since he started but fortunately our current one takes her hearing aid out during his class times. I knocked on the door as the door handle is too high for me. Mr. Graham opened the door “Mr. Case!” he yelled. “Class starts at exactly 1:00pm,” he looked at his wristwatch, “It is 1:06pm.” “If you will let me sir, I can take him to the campus nursery and you can get beck to teaching. I’m sure he would prefer to learn with crayons and wooden blocks than history,” some amazon girl said from within the class. I pulled the note from Principle Higgins out of my pocket. “It’s tempting,” Mr. Graham was still shouting, “Why should I-“ his voice paused as he took the note from me. He scanned over it, basically just tell him that I was in a meeting with her and the VP and to excuse me with no repercussions. “Take a seat Mr. Case” he motioned me to the back of the class. “Aren’t you going to send him to the nursery?” the same amazon girl chimed in. “Quiet Ms. Slovsky,” he rebutted. Every seat was taken, passing by all the tables. The one open seat… …was beside Bree Daniels. She was smiling, that small smile of someone whose heart warmed immediately. She didn’t wait for me to get into the chair herself. A large booster chair had already been set up, she picked me up and set me in the chair, buckling me into it. The chair put me at even height with the table so I could use it like any other amazon. “Hey Aaron,” she whispered. “Hi” I replied. “Don’t worry, you haven’t missed much. Just the syllabus and schedule for when papers are due.” She handed me a syllabus. The remainder of the class was the start of ancient Egypt. All the while Bree would occasionally give a sideways glance. No matter what I personally think of Bree or her attractiveness it goes without saying she’s incredible smart. She has the fourth highest GPA in our class. For over an hour and a half we listened to him yell about ancient Egypt, even brushing over how littles were more often to be Pharaoh’s then Amazons, which got a lot of laughter from the class and several stares my way. Thankfully the bell rang. Everyone stood, gathering their tablets and backpacks. I couldn’t push myself away from the desk so I simply packed my bag and waited for a few seconds. Once Bree was finished she turned, picking me up out of the booster seat. “Ready to go Aaron?” she asked. “I didn’t know that littles ruled ancient Egypt, did you?” I nodded. I knew littles had ruled throughout history at times but not that far in the past. It reminded me of some myths I’ve heard through the years. Though amazons have twisted some. Like Leos, the Greek god children and innocence; over the years amazons continuing to point out that he was the god of diapers and truth of childlikeness for littles. It goes like that for many things. Bree didn’t set me down as I thought she would. Instead she had me on her hip as she moved out of the classroom. As the last ones there weren’t many around to see it but I still didn’t want this to become too ‘normal’ for her. I opened my mouth to voice this but just realized that it’s just pointless to voice objection. Don’t get me wrong, I strongly object to all of this but Bree isn’t taking me to her car. She tuned left at the foot of the stairs outside of the library and is walking back to the main building. Past the main steps, the now turned off metal detector and auto closet. Striding past the gold mako shark statue Bree clicks the call button for the elevator. As we waited for the elevator to come down I felt Bree’s left hand move from my waist to my pant and gave my diaper a slight squeeze. “Are you dry Aaron?” I nodded as the door pinged and we stepped in. I’d only been in the school elevator a couple of times but I’m still amazed at how big it actually is. Bree clicked the button for the fourth floor. Unauthorized Occupant. Please exit elevator or provide payment. The voice was clear and loud. Bree used her left hand to take a keycard from the breast pocket of her blazer and swiped it across the screen. The computer processed for a few seconds before a green checkmark came up on screen. Thank you Ms. Daniels The elevator proceeded up smoothly. As it rose Bree put the keycard back in her pocket and returned to checking my diaper despite my honesty of being dry. “Your doing so good today Aaron. You normally go through more diapers than you have today,” she said with a giggle. ‘Not really’ I thought, but the last thing I want is to give Bree an actual count number and have her keep track so instead I thought to just shift her mind elsewhere. “Hey Bree could you do me a favor?” “Yes I accept” she affirmed quickly and without thought. “You don’t even know what the favor is yet,” I replied. She blushed and…OMG Bree, when she is blushing, is one of the most beautiful sights you will ever see in your life. I can’t even fully describe it. With her shoulder length red hair that smells like strawberries, those green eyes and fair but sun-kissed skin she was already the idol of many guy’s wet dreams. And yes I can admit I have a crush on her too. But when her cheeks blushed I could not stop the tent in my diaper. And to make matters worse I felt the padding slightly stretch and touch Bree in the side. I couldn’t think. I was just hoping she didn’t feel it. “I’m sorry,” she responded. “Go ahead.” “Could you ask Katy if she has a partner yet?” Bree blinked at me. I thought I may have broken her because she didn’t even blink until the elevator pinged and the doors open. Fortunately no one was in the hallway at that moment. She seemed to recompose herself as she stepped out of the elevator. “A partner?” “Yes. We have AP Economics together and I need a partner. I was just wondering if she still needed one.” “Oh, yes” there was that blush again in her cheeks. “I can do that Aaron.” “Is something wrong?” We’d stopped outside the door of the coding classroom. “I was just hoping you were going to ask me to adopt you,” there was sadness to her voice and it made me feel guilty to reject her but I don’t want a little baby life. Not now, not ever. “I’m sorry. I like you Bree but I just don’t want to be adopted. I’ve got plans and dreams to accomplish. I can’t do them from inside a crib.” I’m not sure if my words sank in or if something else happened but Bree’s smile came back like sunshine after a storm. It was as though what I had said had been forgotten. “Don’t you worry Aaron, as smart as you are I’m sure you can accomplish anything you put your mind too. No matter where you are or what diapers you wear,” she kissed my forehead, patted my diaper butt toward the door. “I will ask Katy when I see her.” And she was gone. I’m serious, she walked away with a spring in her step. I thought over all of my words, trying to understand the sudden change in her behavior. The bell rang as I entered the room Mr. Tully helped me into the high chair and slide the tray into place at the front of the class. An empty seat was next to me. Mr. Tully walked into the room. Dressed in a polka dot vest over a lavender shirt with a blue bow tie. Khaki pants, two watches (one on each wrist) and dark rimmed glasses he was the ever loving geek of the school administration. Brilliant but odd. “So, welcome back class.” “Hello Professor Tully” we said in unison. “You’ll notice many of your fellow students are missing,” I glanced around and he was right. Of the 50 classmates we had last semester were now down to 23. “Anyone care to guess why?” He called on an amazon male in the back, “You separated us into two classes?” “Is that an answer or a question?” Mr. Tully remarked. There was no response. He called on Dylan who sat on the opposite side of the room also in the very front. “The students missing are those who failed the final last semester,” Dylan said. “Correct Mr. Farnum. Yes they all received D’s and F’s.” He looked around at all of us, if it were up to me anyone who fails should be sent back to preschool and learn what it means to apply effort.” There was some snickering as I imagined many eyes went to me. “For those of you who think Mr. Case should be among them,” he approached the middle and back of the class. I couldn’t see but I imagine he was eyeing them with disdain. “Mr. Case is one of four that received an A on the final.” I wish he wouldn’t do that, I don’t need them having even more thoughts of hurting me than they already do. “The others are Ms. Li,” he nodded to an amazon of Asian descent. “Mr. Farnum” he nodded to Dylan as he took his position back in the front of the class. “And Ms. Parker…Where is Ms. Parker?” He was about to continue when a knock came from the door. Mr. Tully grumbled that he didn’t allow late comers until he noticed a female amazon teacher, near Mr. Tully’s age, was standing with Rosalie. “Apologies professor, I entered the wrong class on Ms. Parker’s schedule. She was supposed to be assigned here to this class but the mistake sent her downstairs,” she said. “Mistakes do happen,” he smiled. Holy crap Mr. Tully is smiling at the teacher. Yuck, it’s always weird watching adults flirt. I imagine for Rosalie it’s even more so since she is in between them. She can’t really enter because Mr. Tully is blocking the door. After a few moments of comments and giggles Dylan cleared his throat. Disrupting Mr. Tully’s thought and returned him to class, allowing Rosalie to enter. She took the seat next to me. Rosalie had a classic look to her. Straight blonde hair to her shoulders, one blue eye and one green. Her lips made a cupids bow, light pink but I couldn’t tell if it was natural or lip gloss. She stood a foot and a half taller than me without heels so even with a high chair I just barely made above her height. No freckles and a single pierced ear in each ear. Moving to set her tablet on the table brought a whiff of black raspberry and vanilla. Rosalie was pretty. “Now!” Mr. Tully closed the door with a thud and turned back to us. “Do not forget, your end of the year projects are due the last week of April and for many of you who are barely remaining in this class I suggest you get to it.” He clicked a button on his terminal and immediately all of our computer screens lit up with coded text. “A little welcome back challenge, to see if you’ve kept up your skills.” The code was brilliant…and dangerous, just looking at its pattern this code was going to… “It’s a worm” Ms. Li spoke up “Correct” Mr. Tully remarked. “I’ve closed off this lab from the school and this worm is now on all of your computers. You have thirty minutes and fifty two seconds to isolate the code and deconstruct it before it eats your terminal. If you fail in that time your computer will be wiped and you will spend the rest of this class re-loading the operating systems while I give my lecture. BEGIN!” His terminal turned into a countdown clock. Counting down to our destruction. I pulled my wireless keyboard from my bag and linked up to my terminal. I started isolating and decoding at the same time, going through the lines. It was definitely a challenge trying to keep up with its code. It was all over the place and the clock was ticking down. With less than ten minutes left I’d finished most of the work but what I couldn’t isolate was the worm’s base code. I just couldn’t see it. *PING* A chatbox opened on my screen…from Rosalie. [It’s 4 and 9] Huh? What on earth could she— Wait! I re read the worms code and she was right the base code of the worm was going back and forth between four and nine and no other numbers. I rushed the keyboard typing as fast as I could. I could tell Dylan and Ms. Li were already finished. Rosalie finished just before I did with three minutes remaining. I deleted the chatbox and wiped the digital fingerprints of both our terminals. I mouthed a thank you too she and she giggled before going back to her tablet. I sat in silence as I watched the clock fall further and further to the last seconds. When the clock struck zero I could tell at least a third of the class just lost their computers. Some skirted in at the last possible second but it was easy to know who had failed. “Will all of those who failed please stand up,” Mr. Tully said. “As is customary for my class,” his face took on a joyful expression, “ha haha ha ha haha ha ha hahaha you failed!” he cheered, and on the word failed his face went back to the no expression face we’ve all come to know of him. The students returned to their seats, I smiled to myself knowing Shelly Henning was among the failures now having to pay attention to the lecture and load a computer operating system. When the bell finally rang the students all stood up to leave. I patiently waited for Mr. Tully. “Mr. Farnum would you please join Ms. Parker and Mr. Case for a moment,” he said. Dylan finished packing his bag up before moving through the crowd to stand behind me. Shelly and one or two others set a diaper on my tray. I just shrugged. I’d already peed my diaper during this class but I didn’t want them changing me. It was quiet when the last student left and the door closed. “I wanted to inform you that you three are my choices to enter into the national High School Coding Competition this year. Mr. Case was already aware of this but I wanted to let Ms. Parker and Mr. Farnum know as well.” “What about Ms. Li? She is just as smart as us?” Dylan replied. Mr. Tully cleared his throat. “Yes, Ms. Li is quite brilliant but she lacks imagination, plus each school is only allowed to submit three entries” he said. We all looked at one another, none of us were sure how to take that. He sat on his desk in front of us. “Think of it like this, Ms. Li is a brilliant coder but she can only do what she’s asked is a perfect way. You three on the other hand are outside the box thinkers.” Again we looked at him weird. “Think of coding like painting picture. If I asked Ms. Li to paint a beautiful landscape she would paint it. It would be a perfect image but it would convey no emotion. You three would go about it your own ways and paint me the same picture but your uniqueness and skills would make something like no one has seen and the emotions from it would be staggering. That’s why I chose you three.” Rosalie and I couldn’t help but smile and though I couldn’t see Dylan I imagined his chest puffed up in pride. “Now, I’ve been getting updates on all of your projects. The deadline to submit the projects for the competition is February 1st, is that possible?” he asked. We all nodded. “Excellent. I look forward to see the completed works.” And with that Dylan helped me out of the chair. Rosalie and Dylan left the room as I was finishing putting my tablet away. I knew what would be waiting for me outside and I just decided to go with it. Opening the door there was Bree with her entourage. “Hi Aaron” they said in unison. The giggles drowning out the echo from the empty hallway. “Hello” I replied. I walked like I was going to them but veered right. It didn’t take them but a few seconds to catch up to me. “Where are you off too in such a hurry?” one of them asked. “To use the bathroom, go to my—“ “There’s no need to use the restroom sweetie” another one said. A hand fell on my shoulder as my backpack was removed and a hand pulled my pants open. “Someone has a soggy diapee” Bree said. I was picked up and held facing Bree, my face was practically laying on her breast as she cradle carried me down the stairs to the family restroom. Inside the three girls came and soon I found myself on the changing table with my shoes missing. Bree had taken central in my view while her two friends were on either side of the watching me. It something off in Amazon psychology. If a little or baby is getting a diaper change, for whatever the reason, other amazon females want or need to watch it. Whether or not it’s their own child. To my left, (Bree’s right) was Katy Avery. Katy was in my Econ class and while she would not be my first choice of partner for my project she was a better alternative than the others. Tall, slim, blonde hair that reached the middle of her back, green eyes like summer grass and not a mole, freckle or birthmark could be seen on her. Like Bree she was a cheerleader and her toned muscles practically shouted of a girl that spent plenty of time in a gym. She was holding my backpack and my shoes. To my right (Bree’s left) was Dakota Moore. Dakota was a stark contrast to Bree and Katy. While around the same height she had dark chocolate colored hair and chestnut eyes. She was pale, smaller breasts than her friend but she made it up in being more petite in frame and toned in muscle. Which by all accounts shouldn’t be surprising, Dakota has been doing ballet since preschool. She has a laugh that many in the school, myself included, described it as warmth for the ears. All three came from money. All three of their moms were best friends the same as their daughters. Beautiful, brains and bodies. Overall you could say these three dominated high school. Of course I could be biased given that I was laying on a changing table and not allowed to leave. Something strange was going on however. Before I could even protest my school uniform was being removed until I was laying in just my diaper on the padded table. “OMG did you hear what happened to Tagger this morning. Half the football team found him barely able to walk down the hallway,” Katy stated as the tapes of my diaper were removed. Bree started playing my feet and making me giggle as she made my feet make a bicycle motion which caused the diaper to fall off me and turn my face 10 shades of red. “Awe look at the cute baby” Dakota remarked. “So happy to be getting a diapee change” Katy said. “What do you say Aaron, is he enjoying his diaper change?” Bree remarked and she folded it away properly. I just couldn’t bring myself to answer her question. I covered my steadily rising penis which only set the girls off even more. Each of them took a wipe with Bree lifting my ankles with one hand. Together they cleaned my butt thoroughly before wrapping the wipes up in the used diaper. A thick crawler diaper appeared from somewhere (because crawlers are not kept in school bathrooms). Dakota unfolded it and slid it under me as Katy handed Bree the open container of baby powder. While the smell has always bothered me, Bree’s hands were warm, they were gentle. Why did I have to be born a little? “I heard Tagger’s mom came to the school screaming holy hell about the mistreatment of her son” Dakota replied. “How on earth did that happen?” Katy asked. “I head the Auto-closet did it to him, some kind of malfunction” Dakota said. “Mr. Tully, in computer class, made a mention of illegal equipment that Tagger meant as a prank and then he fell into his own prank. Supposedly he put it into a littles locker.” All of their eyes looked on at me with a still open diaper and only my hand covering my private parts. They gave me a look that said ‘was it you?’ They waited for me to respond. “Let’s just say no one ever regarded Tagger as having brains outside of football” I finally said. A shiver went down my spine that made me twitch on the changing table. The girl burst out into laughter and played with my feet for a few moments more. This caused me too giggle profusely as the diaper front was raised by Bree and taped firmly shut. She rubbed her hands over the tapes and the front of this very…very thick diaper. I couldn’t even close my legs much. It was a big pillow bulge between my legs. “Awe who’s a cute baby in his diaper?” Dakota tickled under my chin. I didn’t smile or make any response. The silence was broken when another student knocked on the door before coming in. “Aaron?” the young woman said. I turned to look at her, I knew her name was Becca and she was on the debate team but outside of that I didn’t know her (If you get what I mean). The girls started giggling as Bree played with my feet which made me laugh again. “What do you need Becca?” Dakota asked. “Oh” she shook her head out of the distraction, “The bus driver is waiting for Aaron and he sent several of us looking for him.” “He’s fine, please let the driver know I’m taking him home today,” Bree replied. I was surprised and was about to protest when I found a pacifier placed in my slightly open mouth. Becca seemed to accept this and told us all goodbye. I would have spit the pacifier out at them but I thought better of it. That could anger them and they could put an inflatable one in or strap it to my head. Or they could ignore it and put it back in anyway. They could have a long talk with me about how mature boys don’t do that or (and the worst idea) they might full on spank me. I decided to just suck on the pacifier and watched their faces grow warm with smiles and little noises girls make that travel to guy libido. They started talking about other things with their day from the start of cheerleading season for basketball to things seen and heard in various classes. While all of this was going on Bree was being handed articles of clothing by Dakota and Katy. A pair of bootie in a mint green color with ribbons tying into a bow on each. Mint green mittens on each hand also tied into a bow with ribbon. An onesie, also in mint green that passed over my head. The sleeves were short like a t-shirt and it fell over my body and easily over the thick diaper, closing at the crotch with snaps. My legs and arms were left exposed. Soon Bree had lifted me against her chest, my head level with her mouth which she took opportunity to kiss my forehead. One of her hands rested on my back essentially pinning me against her and the other cupping my diapered bottom. The school was empty except for a few teachers and the janitorial staff busy cleaning the halls and bathrooms. Passing the doors and hallways I was grateful no one was around to see me. After a quick stop by my locker to get my lunchbox we made it outside to the parking lot and the wind hit me hard. Winter in Abkani may seem weird to many people. It’s sunny and rains very little. Most people think of winter on the east coast where the temperatures drop to the 10’s, 20’s and 30’s but here the winters are the low 50’s but given that average temperature is always in the 80’s and 90’s and the lows in the summers are mid 70’s. So for those of us in Abkani it made me feel like freezing. To her credit Bree turned her body to take the brunt of the wind though since all three of the girls were wearing skirts and knew high socks it couldn’t have been fun for them. Personally it would have been better if they’d left me in my school uniform (which the girls had folded and placed it in my backpack along with my shoes. Soon we arrived at Bree’s SUV, she opened the back and strapped into the little car seat with a five point harness that I could not move any part of my torso. And because it was angled back and was big I could barely move my head left and right. Bree, I assumed, was in the driver’s seat and Dakota in the passenger seat because Katy was the only one who sat in the backseat behind Bree. The car started and some modern pop music came on through the speakers of the car. Bree immediately lowered the volume for us before pulling out into traffic. “So Aaron, Bree says you would like me to be your partner for Econ class?” Katy asked. She stroked my cheek before gently removing the pacifier from my mouth. “Yes. I need a partner. I didn’t know if you have a partner already or not.” “No I don’t have one yet. I thought Charlie Cox was going but he’s all over Jean and her big boobs.” “Most of the others in class are already in partners and those left most either don’t want to partner with me or were crueler to littles.” Katy listened intently. “Your smart in economics and you have a lot of creativity I think if we work together we can do our business project and easily get an A,” I said. It was true. Don’t get me wrong Katy is baby crazed like every other Amazon, yet at this moment she is the least horrible of my options. I went on to explain a few thoughts and ideas that we both could do for the project and laid out division of labor so we both could get equal credit. Katy thought on it for a few moments. She agreed on Aaron’s logic of dividing the work. She wanted to change a few things with the business model but her conversation was very lively and she was visibly getting excited for the class. In the end she agreed to be my partner for the class. To which Bree and Dakota congratulated them (you’d think I was an amazon and had just proposed for marriage0. “However…” Katy came back. Oh no, now she’s going to put in stipulations of clothing to wear and whatever. “Your home is for inbetweeners so I’m not entirely comfortable with bending down for a few hours to work on this project. So why don’t we meet at my house or some public location to work on the project?” Going into an amazon’s home would be equal to walking into a pride of lions with meat attached to my neck. Even in a public setting there was little I could do that would protect me. Maybe we could do some work around the school and limit our time outside of class. The vehicle came to a stop. I agreed. We exchanged emails to go over things further. It was only then that I realized the car wasn’t moving and the engine was shut off. Katy unbuckled me and lifted me out of the car, passing me to Bree whose face lit up with joy as she kissed my cheek before setting me on her hip. She’d buttoned me inside of her blazer so my legs were protected from the wind. It was very warm inside her jacket and the soft fabric of her vest grazed my skin. I looked around and realized we were in a parking lot. In front of us was a traditional park with green grass, a sandbox, plenty of seating for mothers and such along with a play set for children but currently no one was there except for a few amazons jogging around the park. To our left however was a skate park full of concrete, half pipes and all other manner of obstacles and handlebars for various tricks. We were moving toward the skate park.

Hey everyone thank you for the comments. I have an idea I could use some input about. So I'm posting the 2nd half of chapter two next week. Since valentines day just passed for us I got inspired and started a short piece about valentines day in the diaper dimension, at least here at Aarons school. They celebrate every day of the week. Like many of our modern schools they may do themes of each day and I'd like some ideas I could use to really make Aaron dread going to school Valentines day is on a friday and in his school, guys and girls can purchase Rose's for that special someone and littles deliver the Rose's to those in their class that bought one. So yeah, I'm looking for ideas to use for Mon, Tues, Wed, and Thur that week. If you have any thoughts or ideas share them or message me. Chapter 2.2 should be up next week.

Chapter 2 Nanites are the future. Growing up in my world there are five major technology groups. Nanotechnology, Artificial Intelligence, Energy, Genetic Manipulation and Little Applied Technology. All have gotten major attention especially in the last 50 years or so. Nanotech more than most. Tiny little machines capable of fixing complex medical procedures (surgeries, repairs, graphs, removal of certain cancers and tumors) that would be difficult even for the most skilled doctors. Yet despite this, marvel, of technology the majority of this is used in ‘little procedures.’ Only 10 percent of this technology is used for genuine medical purposes or problems. That’s insane. It’s for this reason, primarily, that I’m pursuing my studies in nanotech and computer coding when I graduate to university. If I can survive that long… Christmas break came and went by so fast and before I knew it I was back at Winthrop Prep. The bus driver took great pleasure in helping me off the bus, given that I was the only little on it. A sea of school blazers, khaki pants, and plaid skirts and knee high socks rose up all around me. Some said hello to me, others gave me low five hand slaps. One Amazon male tried to knock me down while another Amazon male came to my defense and pushed him down instead. And only two Amazon girls stopped me to check my diaper and play with my hair. I was in a cheap plain white pamper I was able to buy in bulk back in the fall. Thin and easy to move in, simple to put on myself. Many students gave me packages of other types of diapers, insisting I wear these as a better…aka cuter option, but I just kept them in a closet at my house. I wanted the freedom to choose this diaper for coming to school as I wasn’t going to have a choice for the rest of the day. My school is massive, think ancient castles of forgotten kings or even our current Monarch on the other side of the country. The outer side is all stone but the colors are all beige and light browns which give s it a Mediterranean look. Window glass all along the first floor that become less and less as you go up in floors. Once you go up the front stairs we are met with a small hallway that leads to the foyer. To get there you first need to go through the metal detectors which was large and gray. Fortunately it was advanced enough to tell the difference between a gun and a computer. Once I passed I came to the line for the final checkpoint—the auto-dresser. It’s something the school put in last year to enforce the school uniform more thoroughly. I insert my student ID and step in, the door closing behind me then the scanners begin matching my outfit to the school’s policy for me. If, for example, I didn’t have a tie on or a diaper the machine would correct the issue. Then it would mark our student file with the violation then inform the Vice Principle or the infraction. With a green light I stepped out of the machine and entered the main foyer after taking my ID out of the machine. At the center of the foyer is a large golden statue of a Mako Shark (school mascot). At the base of the statue is the schools fighting motto inscribed on a gold plate “Keep Moving Forward.” Beyond the statue was a grand staircase that went up to the second level. The stairs and floors gleamed with fresh wax. Just beside the staircase was the elevators. They were added to the school just before I started. Students could use them instead of stairs but you have to pay to use them. A code placed on your student ID activates it. Really only the students with money to burn use them. I turned right, following a hallway down the front side of the building. Windows on my right and the lockers lining the hallway on the left. My student ID led me to my new locker and displayed the six digit combination. The noise of students became less and less. These lockers were primarily for inbetweeners and littles like me. I didn’t have to look behind me to know I was drawing amazon ears with the crinkling of my diaper. Finally I arrived at my locker which was at my eye level. My first year they kept assigning me an amazon size locker that I couldn’t even reach the combination pad much less the latch to open it. I punched in my code before a voice in my ear said “stop” before I could open it. “I’m detecting wireless machinery behind the door.” “You’ve got to be kidding me” I said. *** Christmas break (two weeks ago) *** My Christmas break had been a nightmare but then it became a blessing in disguise. Bree’s gift turned out to be a customized auto-closet. Christmas morning I realized if I didn’t open her gift I had a feeling she would know about it somehow or even worse she might stop by to check on me. So I opened the heavier of the two gifts. It was a large metal box. In seconds mechanical spider arms and a scanner emerged and found its way to my empty guest room where the box began melting (breaking apart) and spreading out along the walls and ceiling. After two hours the closet was done. Mini spider bots retrieved the other present that turned out to be lots of diapers or various colors and sizes. Around four in the afternoon a delivery truck dropped off a package that I learned was also from Bree. The closet brought it in and it turned out to be clothing. Everything from my school uniform, a couple of casual clothes, and tones of baby clothes of both genders. From Sunday best suits and dresses to baby onesie’s. The entire thing ran off a basic AI program that didn’t do much outside of an automated closet which made sense. You don’t put a multi-million dollar AI system into a closet. Just a basic package to adjust to a subject. Sadly once it was completely done I was grabbed and forced into a mini fashion show. This closet is equipped with a tablet screen as big as a large television. When I was finished being diapered the tablet made an automated video call. Within seconds Bree’s face appeared on the screen. Her red bikini matched her red hair. The sun was bright which explained the large black sunglasses and the sandy beach told me she was outside. “Hi Aaron!” she smiled “Merry Christmas! I see you’ve gotten my present. I know school life can get overwhelming so I thought I would take the worry of getting dressed in the mornings and afternoons might make things easier for you. One less thing to worry about. And as a bonus you can now talk to me even when we aren’t at school. Isn’t that wonderful?” I honestly didn’t know how to respond to her question so I just smiled. “I can also control this closet remotely but don’t worry, it’s only for today,” she said. She typed away at her own tablet keyboard and I was manhandled into a mini fashion show to her viewing pleasure, to which she took plenty of pictures. I spent the rest of the day having my blonde hair styled and placed in various hats. I think I tried on at least half of everything in the wardrobe. Bree had one last surprise for me. I noticed she had moved from the sunny outside to the inside of her home. I could see the large white walls and expensive art decorating the walls, when she entered her room she lay over her purple bedspread and typed away at the keys. Instantly I found myself getting a diaper change, even though I hadn’t wet the one from earlier, replaced by a large pink one that ensured my knees couldn’t come together. A set of white booties and gloves were tied over my hands and feet. A pink onesie was brought over my head and snapped closed at the bottom of the diaper and a white bonnet was tied on my head. Bree made a high pitch squeal sound of utter joy as I was turned to face the mirror. The one thing I didn’t notice was the pink onesie had a photo of Bree from some social media post printed on the onesie and the bonnet above my head read ‘Bree’s Little Baby.’ I was shocked to say the least. I mean, I knew Bree had baby fever but she’d always kept it minimal. This, all of this, seemed like a grand stand show. Very out of character. Or maybe this was her character and everything I’d been seeing was an illusion. A tendril arm opened a small box that sat under the window opposite the tablet Bree was viewing me from. “Aaron, you’ve made me the happiest girl in the world being my friend…” ‘Friend!?!’ When did we become friends? “…and this is something special between us,” as she spoke the box opened to reveal itself as a mini refrigerator that held several white bottles. The door closed, I could hear humming coming from the tendril and noticed the bottle, once the lid was removed, heat up. A rubber nipple placed over the top. I looked back at Bree who had sat the tablet upright and was clutching her voluptuous breasts, “Don’t worry it’s not any of that disgusting little go formula. This is all natural. I’ve thought about you so much that this is what my body gave me in return. I hope you like it.” The tendrils cradled me, pinning my arms to the side and forced the bottle into my mouth, squeezing the warm liquid in my mouth. I’d never tasted anything like it. It was by far the most amazing thing I’d ever been exposed to. Granted I haven’t had sex yet but I would wager this came equal to sex or very close to it. I fell asleep halfway through the bottle. I woke up laying in an old Victorian bassinet, the diaper was wet…and messy…and cold. I made noise so the stupid machine would activate. It got to work changing the diaper into a white one with teddy bears on the. Then a t-shirt followed by another round of milk before it let me leave this room. I spent the rest of that day in the basement, fortunately that closet had a limit to its reach. It took me 12 hours to hack the basic Ai program of the closet and shut it down. I was able to load the AI program and strip it all the way down to the most fundamental of its building blocks and rebuilt it from the ground up. Five days I spent doing it till I hit enter and, in the words of a portal Earth horror film “It’s Alive!!!” Morpheus was born. It’s a name meaning, ‘shaper of forms’ which was what I needed right now. An assistant. Coding the nanites is a long and tedious process. But even more so is programing them to do certain functions; medical programing for example is loaded up to the nanites and then it is altered to the individual for variations. My project is the interchangeable ability of nanites. With Morpheus as my intermediator I can let him sync the shift of the nanites. It took a few more days to synchronize the coding and adapt Morpheus to the nanites. He was then loaded onto my project and a few of the nanites crawled into my ear canal. With a bit more testing and a lot more nanites I’ll be able to put my project to fuller use. *** Present Day *** “Can you tell what kind of machinery it is,” I asked low. I don’t want people hearing me talking to myself and then begin thinking I’m becoming unhinged. “I’m detecting sensors. Mechanical arms and size adjustable clothing. The arms have adaptive muscle fibers,” Morpheus responded. So the sensors scan me the moment I open the door, the arms grab me and apply the clothing—adjusting to fit me perfectly. Probably will happen in seconds. Then all that will be left is a cute little baby sitting in a diaper and fit clothing in the hallway. Every amazon in the school would find me and that would be the end. Unless… Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a lone Amazon male peaking around the corner. The guilty one. Probably couldn’t resist seeing his plan fall into place. Be the first to pick up the little and then use it to get an amazon girl to stay with him to get to the little. How desperate can he really be to stoop this low? I fake trying to open the latch, knowing that too much time has passed since I hit my combination and it locked again. I struggled and strained against it. I exhaled in frustration and was beginning to walk away when he, oh so gallantly, approached to help the poor little. “Hey little man,” he said in fake surprise, “what is the matter, can’t open your locker?” “No, it stuck” I replied in a whiny tone. Lawrence Tagger wasn’t the rightest guy in school but he did have the biggest inflated ego in the school and he never passed up an opportunity to put those he deemed inferior to him in their place. “I know the world can be a difficult place. That’s why littles like yourselves need grownups like me to help you. The world is just too much for you.” He messed up my hair. He said he would help. I punched in my combination. His hand lifted the latch with ease but in the last second I side stepped, throwing the door open out of the sensors line of sight. Sensor technology is lightning fast. In that second that it took him to realize I’d stepped out of the way the sensor within the locker scanned Tagger. While the sensor kept track of where his body and limbs were located the arms went to work. I could only look on between the slit holes in the door of my locker. The ripping of clothes was almost as deafening as he short lived screams. The Locker must’ve had an inflatable pacifier because after 2 or three seconds there was no other obvious noises from him. The oh so obvious sound of a crinkly diaper, the smell of wipes and talcum powder filled the air and I watched in just a few seconds tagger lay on the cold floor in nothing but a diaper and a pacifier. The arms retreated to the locker but emerged once again in renewed fury. Moving, pushing and tucking him in different angles until the arms let him go, returning to the locker. “Morph, disable the system,” I said. No way was I going near that sensor. “System offline,” Morph said. I stepped from around the door. Tagger sat there in a large baby blue onesie that was a tight fit but it completely enveloped his entire body and very large diaper. Hands and feet were encased in mittens and booties within the footed sleeper. A large, wide, baby blue bonnet rested over his head. I grabbed my tablet, threw my lunchbox into my locker and slammed the doors shut. I ran to around the corner where another stairwell could lead me up to the other floors. Behind me I could hear Tagger trying to stand up but slipping back down onto his diapered bottom. “Would you like me to re-engage the system?” Morph chimed in when I stopped on the second floor. I had to catch my breath, going upstairs for little is long and tiring. “No. Morph I need you to be quiet now. If I need you I will ask you, until then remain silent and absorb input.” “Understood” and then silence. I walked the rest of the way to the third floor. First day of school, I’ve already been manhandled and nearly put back to babyhood and the bell hasn’t even rung for first period. This going to be a long semester. I pushed open the third floor hallway doors which were large, wooden and fire insulated. The third floor mostly the scholar subject. From English to Advanced Theoretical Quantum Mechanics. All but for the science courses like Chemistry and Biology, those you’ll find on the top floor where there is more ventilation. Room 304 is for Advanced Calculus. Imagine your math classroom from HS and you’ve got an idea what the room looked like. There are about 18 students in here. Mostly male amazons including Dylan Farnum who sat on the far side of the room just behind the front desk. Unfortunately the other seats in front of him and the rest of the row behind him were already taken, backpacks claiming the spots. Fortunately the desk to his right was open so I proceeded to grab one of the booster pillows for littles in each room, place my bag down and climb into the seat after setting the pillow down. I had just gotten my tablet and stylus pen out when shadows fell over me. Six of the 18 students are female, one is an inbetweener was sitting in front of Dylan and the remaining 5 amazon girls were now looking down on my with equal parts pity, infatuation and motherly concern. They rattled off their names but quite honestly they were all talking so much I just tried ignoring them. Then they took my stylus, claiming that as a little I didn’t need to trouble my pretty little head about such matters. Apparently I should just spend my time watching cartoons and playing with toys all day in between cartoons, feedings and diaper filling. It wasn’t till a more, grownup voice cleared his throat that everyone stopped and looked forward. Mr. Perry wasn’t the biggest male teacher but he definitely had the loudest voice of any of them. He towered over everyone except one or two of the male amazons but none of them would challenge a teacher in a class they chose to attend. “I suggest you ladies return Mr. Case’s stylus or else I will send you to the principal’s office for possessing STOLEN PROPERTY!!!” He yelled at the end. The girls dropped the pen on my desk and all took seats surrounding me on every available side. “Mr. Case” he said, drawing my attention, “First day of class and already your distracting students. This doesn’t bode well for you in my class.” “Believe me, sir, it isn’t intentional,” I replied. “I would imagine so” he snorted. “Still, this is my class and I will have order here.” He looked around at everyone, stopping on the in-betweener girl who was easily two and a half to three feet taller than me. I knew her name was Rosalie Parker and she was in the same advanced science class as Dylan and I, we’ve said hello a few times but I don’t really know her all that well. “All ladies except for Ms. Parker stand up.” He looked at the row of desks on the opposite side of us and told the men to stand and both switch places. So now all of the Amazon girls are far away from me and I’m surrounded my amazon men. At least I don’t have to worry about pranks from these guys. “Now with that distraction over, let’s see what you all think you know about Calculus and go from there,” he began writing on the dry erase board. He took us through several formulas and had we solve a few problems. In short we were all relatively on the same page, minus one of the girls and two of the boys who needed to catch up. When the bell rang we all walked out of the classroom. I quickly moved down the hall as my English class was still on this floor. In walking I came across Mia, Corey and Kevin who are the only other littles left in our senior class. We started freshmen year with 22 littles, now it’s just us four. We were all very excited but we tried to keep our excitement in check, several littles giggling and happy would trigger every amazon parental instinct. We talked for a moment, learning one of our other little classmates was adopted over Christmas break. Sadly none of us have classes together, most of mine are advanced but we do all share the same lunch schedule and so made plans to sit together. Just before saying goodbyes, two amazon girls took the opportunity to check our diapers. Mine was barely wet. Kevin and Mia were the same but Corey’s was completely soaked and so the amazon picked him up and took him to the nearest changing room. The next two classes went by without much incident. AP English we have a paper due next week and several reading assignments due the day after tomorrow. Economics we were informed that we have to start a business, create a budget and provide all documents plans for running it. We had till the next class to choose a partner(s). With class over the student body was called to Westchester Hall, which is where the auditorium is for plays, debates, presentations, competitions (like Mathletes and quiz bowls). After making it down to the 1st floor a familiar voice said “Hi Aaron.” I turned around to see Bree. He skin was sun-kissed with maybe a few new freckles. Her red hair was still dark and radiant with her green eyes. That smile disarmed me long enough for her to kneel down directly in front of me. “How’s your first day of school?” I was half expecting babyish talk, it was an almost normal feeling with how she was speaking. “It is going well Bree, just have a lot of homework, like normal.” “You’re so smart,” she said as she did her customary checking my diaper. “And you are wet,” she smiled. She picked me up, setting me on her hip as she passed the lockers and the gold Mako Shark statue to the family restroom at the stairs opposite the elevator. We were the only ones in here. She set my backpack down beside the changing table and undid my pants after setting me on top of the padded top, pulling them to my knees and revealing the thick white diaper. In quick motions she undid the tapes and had the diaper off and thrown away. My face turned red, one of the most beautiful girls in school and she’s seeing me half naked. I couldn’t really stop my little man from standing up but I did my best to cover it. Bree giggled as she pulled another diaper out from underneath the table. “Um, Bree I need to use the toilet” I said. I really did have to go again and I figured with the diaper off she’s be more inclined to let me than waste a diaper. It was a gamble as she might go ahead with it and make me suffer in it through the assembly. What’s worse if I did number 2 I would get so many demerits it would put my future in jeopardy. Bree thought about it for a moment before picking me up and setting me on the little tweener size toilet. “You’re lucky you’re so cute,” she smiled before turning around and walking back to the table. Setting out a new diaper and setting out the powder and wipes. I wanted to ask Bree to leave the restroom but it was clear that having her back turned was the most she was going to give me. So I let go, it took about five minutes before I was finished. After wiping myself I flushed. Bree came back, “you did an amazing job Aaron, such a big boy,” she said as she laid me back down on the table. Though I was clean she still wiped me, “the assembly starts in five minutes so we need to hurry this up,” She lifted my legs by my pants around my ankles, sliding the diaper underneath me, then powder followed by folding the diaper and taping it shut. She pulled my pants back up and once my uniform was back to normal she carried me out of the restroom and out of the building. Probably for the best, her legs were longer than mine and she made it to the auditorium with a minute or two to spare. She set me down and we walked to the front where littles were required to sit. Being on the student counsel, as the treasurer, Bree walked up on stage and took her seats with the other student councils members. I sat in between Corey and Kevin. Principle Higgins walked up on stage. She was a giant woman, really tall with wide shoulders. Dressed in a dark blue business suit and black hears. Her hair was black as night and eyes to match. At the podium she began reading from her speech. Mostly a welcome back to everyone, ready for the final semester of the year. Introducing a few new students in there junior year as the school doesn’t accept senior transfers. She made notices about team tryout dates for basketball, tennis and the swim team. Baseball and softball tryout in March. Mathletes meet in the math department on Friday, signup sheets are on the community board in the quad. When she mentioned Prom everyone cheered for several moments, tickets go on sale at the end of March, then she looked at several of the amazon guys “If any attempts to spike the punch are found, you will be expelled,” she brought the hammer down (metaphorically). Juniors could attend, space was limited so it was first come, first serve. And finally for the ladies in junior league, signup sheets for your volunteer hours are in my office, please make your way there before the end of the week. We all clapped as she left the stage. Then the Student Council President walked up on stage. Caesar Williams was a pretty popular Amazon. Most voted for him, including me. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still an amazon but his opponent was Shelly Henning who wanted to make adopting littles so much easier so I chose self-preservation. Caesar was captain of the debate team, running back on the football team and a guard on the basketball teams. He was friends with everyone and had a lot of family that were involved in the alumni association. His speech wasn’t something spectacular. Mostly a polished piece of having the best senior year, naming his friends and his girlfriend which got a lot of ‘awe’s.’ There was a kid in a different country that was poverty stricken but despite all of the hardships the amazon kid had taught himself calculus and physics so Caesar had set up a school project to bring the guy here and give him a higher education. He believes that he might be able to make further scientific advancements. We watched a video from him, the accent making it hard to understanding him but he was full of smiles and hope. With that the assembly came to an end, as I was getting down Principle Higgins called out my name, I turned to see her on stage looking down at me. “Could you come to my office, please bring your lunch.” I agreed and left the room. “What did the Principle want?” Corey asked. “To see me in her office during lunch period, I have to bring it up with me.” “Oh no! She’s not going to adopt you, is she?” Mia was in a state of shock and panic. “She can’t adopt him Mia,” Kevin replied, “He hasn’t graduated, pooped his pants or broken any rules. It’s probably a lecture on just giving up.” I said goodbye’s and retrieved my lunch from my locker, looking around I noticed the school camera aimed at the lockers and Kevin’s words repeated, if I’d broken the rules. I’ve read the school bylaws over and over and I don’t believe I attacked him but with amazons I’m not really sure how they would bend the rules. Grace Hall isn’t the biggest building, it set on a slight hill looking over the interior quad of all the buildings. So it stands apart but above the others. Inside the main door, the carpet is all gold color, the wall were dark blue and the columns and accents were browns and whites. School colors all the way. I walked up to Mrs. Peters who was the school secretary. Matriarchal to the bone in her late 60’s with dark rimmed glasses, wrinkles, white hair and brown eyes. She looked down at me, yet her fingers never stopped typing. “Hey cutie!” she said, “Where is your mommy?” “Hi Mrs. Peters, Principle Higgins wanted to see me,” I kept my tone nonchalant. “Oh, well go on in. Be good little one,” I heard as I walked past several cubicles with several amazon heads turning. I knocked on her door at the back of the room. Principle Higgins opened the door and invited me in. She had a large glass wall that looked over a wooded area oppose the school. Her furniture was old, very old but gleamed from fresh polish. Two other amazons were in the room. Vice Principle Butters, a vertically challenged but horizontally gifted amazon that could become your worst nightmare if you broke the rules. The other amazon woman I didn’t recognize but I could tell she was a mother. “Take a seat Aaron,” I did, everyone watched as I struggled getting into the amazon size chair, of course no one helped me. “Mr. Case” VP Butters said, flat and straightforward, “This is Mrs. Tagger, whose son had a slight mishap this morning. “A mishap is an understatement. This little attacked my son and dressed him in a diaper. My son is a full grown man,” she pointed her finger at me as though she thought it would somehow make me cry “ this little baby should be spanked for attacking my son and sent to the nearest orphanage. He obviously isn’t emotionally mature enough to be in school.” The more she talked the more red she became. I wonder if her yelling was because she was trying to convince herself or the others. I looked to the principle, not really showing any emotions. Don’t get me wrong I’d love to yell at her, but if I did it would be walking into her trap. Everything I do and say can be used against me. Instead I figured letting the principle guide the talk was a much better option. “That is a strong accusation Mrs. Tagger,” she said, “Mr. Case, anything to say in response?” It was a bait, how will I respond. I thought about the whole situation, the locker and the camera. I shrugged my shoulders “there is a camera aimed at my locker. The footage could prove my guilt or my innocence.” “Aha, he just admitted his guilt” Mrs. Tagger shouted. “Spank him right now as punishment or better, allow me to.” “Or innocence is also what he said Mrs. Tagger,” Principle Higgins said. “The footage could condemn you, if you did attack him,” VP Butters responded. “What you’ll see is a robotic machine attack Mr. Tagger, it had been illegally put into my locker. I’m sure if you back the footage up a few days you’d find the culprit who put the machine into my private locker,” I said. “How dare you call my son a criminal you little brat,” Mrs. Tagger raised her arm as if to backhand me. Midway through the swing, her hand was caught by Principle Higgins. “Mrs. Tagger, I understand you are upset but you will not strike a student on my campus,” she said. No compromise or regrets. “But he’s a little, you can’t take the word of someone sitting in a diaper over my son,” Mrs. Tagger exclaimed. “Forgive me,” I spoke up, “but the last time I saw your son he was sitting in a diaper.” Honestly I should have stayed quiet but it was too perfect not to throw that at her. And Mrs. Tagger’s face was red. She wanted to spank me till I bled but I could tell Principle Higgins words had set it. Principle Higgins turned to me, speaking softly “you’re not helping things Mr. Case,” she replied in a stern tone. I looked over at VP Butters then to Mrs. Tagger then the Principle. “We were all thinking it, I just said it out loud.” “Littles should be seen and not heard little boy” Mrs. Tagger threw the insult like a knife, though it didn’t work like she thought. I am a little and I wear a diaper because I’m required to wear one. People have been telling me to give up, all there words are just that. Words. “Why don’t we just review the footage? If he is lying, he can be sent to the nearest orphanage, if he’s telling the truth then Mr. Case can return to class. Does that sound fair Principle Higgins? Mrs. Tagger?” VP Butters said. “When its proven he’s lying, I get to spank him before he is sent to the nursery,” Mrs. Tagger wasn’t going to take anything less. Principle Higgins agreed, and they all gathered around the principles side of the desk to watch her pull up the video. Listening to it reminded me of how much the system is against us. Anything we say and do is held against us. Amazons push us to an emotional breakdown and outrage but then that same outrage is used against us as though we can’t control our emotions. However if an amazon has the same outrage, no one blinks an eye. For most littles, this is why we work hard to hold our emotions in. The video showed exactly what happened, from the trouble with the door to Tagger’s diapering and my leaving the scene. “You see, he’s guilty,” Mrs. Tagger shouted triumphantly. Principle Higgins looked at me, “do you have anything to say Mr. Case?” No amount of excuses would change their minds so I figured giving context would be better for me in this situation. “Could you rewind the video and see who put the machinery in my locker?” “Why should we do that, it’s obvious you guilty little boy. I can’t wait to spank you” Mrs. Tagger was beaning. Principle Higgins and VP Butters were busy rewinding the footage to Sunday morning when two worker brought in the machinery with Tagger standing about watching it happen. “Your son entered school grounds illegally,” VP Butters said, Mrs. Tagger got a stern expression on her face, “Illegally put machinery into another students locker, waited and then fell prey to the same machine he was planning to use against Mr. Case here.” It’s hard to describe but VP Butters was turning red from holding back a laughter that was contagious in everyone except Mrs. Tagger who stormed out of the room, no other arguments or words said. The laughter started up again as they had me follow them out a door at the back of the principal’s office. It lead to a sun room where another amazon was playing with two littles in a mesh playpen. Farther away was a table set up with three high chairs and three adult chairs. I guess, this is lunch. I started to take a seat in an adult chair while Higgins and Butters were talking to their littles when the other amazon came over a stopped me. “It’s so cute that you want to play adult but littles like you can only be in high chairs,” she said. Before I knew it she had me in the high chair and restrained everywhere except the head and arms. The others put there littles in, fully restrained without a second thought. I laid out my lunch in four containers: Broccoli and an apple (cut into cubes), a steak sandwich (cut small), clear onion soup and a single cookie. Butters remarked how my mother had made my lunch, so thoughtful for her little boy. Truth is I got up early to make it, with no parents I had to keep the illusion alive so no one questioned things. This meant making my meals in a way that they didn’t think too much on it. They offered to feed me but I declined. Which didn’t stop them from putting a bib on me despite my protests. They congratulated me when I ate all of my broccoli first (what can I say, I like broccoli. They look like little trees). For a while I ate in peace while listening to the adults feeding there littles, both looked to be in there mid to late twenties, maybe early thirties, eyes glazed over in a daze. Their minds long since broken or forgotten. “So Aaron, how is school going so far this today?” Principle Higgins asked. She was eating yogurt with blueberries mixed in. I’ve not ide what she’s feeding her little girl but the contents of the jar were green and smelled horrible. “It’s going well. Assignments are harder but that’s fine, I like a challenge. I will be submitting my coding project for the national science competition this year.” “Impressive,” Butters said. For a second I thought he was talking to his little but then he turned his balding head, “schools get massive notoriety and media attention for the winners of those competitions.” “So I’ve heard,” Principle Higgins replied. “Aside from this incident, no one else has tried to attack or manhandle me in any way,” their faces looked blank at my words as though they didn’t hear them. It happens to many amazons. Complaints or stories of adults forcing littles to be children get overlooked or fall on deaf ears. I wonder if tunnel vision and hearing amongst amazons is genetic. If so, could I be corrected? I went back to eating my sandwich and apple cubes for a little while. I could tell Butters and Higgins were wanting to say something, they kept looking at one another and then at me before returning to their littles food or their own. It went back and forth like that until I got to my cookie. “Aaron,” Higgins said. “Given that it is your senior year I wanted to make sure you were aware of the Adoption Initiative?” I stopped chewing, my eyes were wide at that statement. I knew full well. Littles in school can’t be legally adopted unless that break a serious rule, demerit out, offer themselves up for adoption or do something overtly childish (i.e. pooping in diapers during class or having a blowout in the hallway or at a school event). At graduation, once a little has their diploma, many amazons use that moment to scoop up the little and adopt them on the spot and given that police and pro-little groups aren’t there then no one object to the littles forced adoption. The Adoption Initiative was another option. If the little is afraid or in serious question about the amazon schoolmates that might adopt them, then they can approach the school admin to find a suitable family to adopt them on graduation day. Rather than be with a teenager who just wants a little and has no clue how to take care of one or maybe they think they are ready for the responsibility but are not then this provides a safer route. The school would put the details on a secure adoption site and the details would be arranged, fees paid and on graduation you are officially adopted by that family. I finished chewing and swallowed before replying, “Yes, I have heard of it.” “And?” VP Butters dragged the word out as an obvious question. “I’m not interested. I’m going to university after I graduate to get my degree. I’ve already been offered a full scholarship.” They acted surprised but there eyes to one another said they knew. Which would make sense, they would contact the school for records and such. “It is a reasonable option. Especially with only three littles remaining in you senior year,” Butters replied. “You wouldn’t have to worry about what would happen to you after school. You would be taken care of. Pampered really. And the biggest benefit of all, you have a say in the process of choosing your parents.” “I already have parents,” I stated flatly. I was on the verge of tears thinking of my mom and dad. VP Butters words weren’t heartless in the traditional sense. He honestly believed in what he was saying but that didn’t make it easier to hear. “We know and your parents have done an amazing job Aaron, we just want to give you options so you are happy after graduating. You’ve spent three and a half years fighting the system but this is one way the system can work for you,” Principle Higgins commented. I finished my cookie, putting my containers back into my lunchbox. Before I could do it myself my hand was seized by Principle Higgins who had moved before I even noticed. A baby wipe in her hand in which she proceeded to wipe my hands and my face clean; even though I was sure there were already clean. “Just think about it Aaron. You have until the last week of April to make your decision. After that we can’t guarantee to find you your perfect family.” She released the straps and the tray, setting me down on the floor. Then she returned to her own chair and her little. I stood there for a few moments before their attention noticed me. “Do you want to stay for a diaper change Aaron?” Butters asked. “No sir,” I replied. I need a note for class as to why I’m late.” Principle Higgins smiled and walked me back into her office.

Hey everyone. I'm sorry it's taken so long, as I said I'm a slow writer but things haven't been easy. I lost my son to COVID-19 and my grandmother who made it to 99 before passing. I've written most of the next 4 chapters and I'm finishing the editing. I've started writing chapter 8 and I've detail outlined up to chapter 13 and rough outline up to chapter 40. So I will hopefully have an update this weekend.

Omg it's like chucky in the diaper dimension, love it

Thank you! Im glad you like it. I have 35 chapters outlined, just in the midst of writing them. I'm not planning to abandon it unless something monumental happens. Fingers crossed! Im glad you like it. I have 35 chapters outlined, just in the midst of writing them. I'm not planning to abandon it unless something monumental happens. Fingers crossed!

Hey everyone. This is my first story so be kind. I'm a slow writer but I'll update asap. It does involve adult baby themes, diapers, forced feedings as the story goes so if this is not for you then dont read. I hope everyone enjoys the story! NOTE: In my version of the diaper dimension North America is the same shape. Some states have the same name (i.e. New York) and others have different names (i.e. Abkani is the name of California). Also be aware that in this diaper dimension story America doesnt have a president...it is ruled by a monarchy whose palace is in New York City. CHAPTER 1 It’s always embarrassing sitting in a high chair. Even more so when it’s in computer class but when your a little and everything in the school is made for people five feet taller than you or more you have very little choice in things. It was better than sitting in someone’s lap I suppose. The high chair was white with a blue seat, the tray was white also and held a keyboard I’d made myself as an adaptor to the large computer in front of me on the table. Some of the students tried to move the chair away so my chord wouldn’t reach but once I’d added a wireless feature they stopped trying. It was quiet except for the repetitive sounds of amazons typing away at the computers. Today was the AP Computer exam, one last test before the holiday break. I typed away at the test, the coding for the final was long and intense. Each one a separate line of math and numbers to compiled into the AI digital framework. Without even looking I could tell most of the class was struggling with the assignment. Amazons always boast, as a little I can’t be expected to handle anything more complex than my ABC’s, yet here I was out pacing 99% of the AP coding and engineering class. The only one doing better than me was Dylan Farnum. Dylan was the smartest Amazon in school, he already had a dozen college credits and valedictorian without contest. I wasn’t jealous. He was way smarter than me, but let’s be real that if I had beaten him in grades they would never let it be public. Amazons have no problem admitting a little is smart but would rarely is ever let them get credit for it. If anything most littles play dumb because very smart littles attract attention. I was smart but I’ve been smart since grade school and have been planning my life out years ahead of me. With luck and a little bit more time I’ll be set for the next ten years. We played the keys fast and purposeful, finishing within seconds of one another as we checked everything and hit send. Tension left me, a relaxation of muscles in my shoulders, chest and lungs let go all at once. It was only then I realized how badly I needed to go to the bathroom. No one was allowed to leave classes during finals. It used to be a biased system that only permitted Amazons to go during exams but littles were not, we were meant to hold it the entire time. After some lawyer brought suit against the school they made sure no one could leave, rather than let us go. I took in a breath, it would be uncomfortable but I knew I could hold it for the next hour till the class was over. “Mr. Farnum,” the professor said, with his balding head, squared glasses, sweater vest and bow tie he looked as though he should be teaching history of the ages and not computer sciences. Then again Mr. Tully was considered the odd teacher of the whole school. “Mr. Case” he looked at me, “With your submissions received you may do whatever you like until the bells, just don’t disturb the rest of the class.” Fortunately the high chair held my backpack within arm’s reach. Most of the girls thought it was adorable hearing my diaper as I moved in my seat. More than one set of eyes looked at me with equal parts disdain for being smarter and desire for adoption. I pulled a laptop that fit my size and set it on the highchair tray. A small cable plug which I inserted into the laptop on one end and the other into a small metal ball I’d also set on the tray. Instantly the screen came to life with code readings and I began analyzing, writing and rewriting certain portions. If you’ve ever watched highly skilled hackers at work you can guess what the screen would look like. With all of the work our class and the world at large was doing with Artificial Intelligence and Nano tech (microscopic robotics) I thought it would be a good basis for my senior project for this class. With less than half a year left till I graduate I was taking every possible moment to work on it. It was sad to think most of the students in this class probably hadn’t even started working on their projects yet. Probably think they can do it the last month and still get an A. I was so involved in the layer upon layer of code that I didn’t even realize how much time had gone by until the professor said, “That’s it. Submit what you have. See you all after the holidays everyone.” I put the ball away along with my laptop storing them in my backpack that I’d pulled from around the seat. Unfortunately I couldn’t get down on my own. This was a little’s highchair, so only an Amazon or a really strong betweener could open it. The Amazons filed out past me, even in the high chair it’s still an ominous feeling. Like when you walk down the streets surrounded by skyscrapers. Many chatting about upcoming holiday plans while others complained about the test and which part they stopped on. Several girls ruffled my hair, pinched my cheeks. One even left a diaper on the tray table, giggling as that continued. No one bothered to open the tray for me. I found myself being pushed forward and a cold hand sliding down my butt and diaper, at the same time a pacifier was pushed into my mouth. “And how is your diaper holding up little one? Are you still dry? I know this class can make you confuzy woozy, it’s only natural to feel relief in using your diaper,” the hand retreated and I was pulled back against the seat as the Amazon stepped forward into view and slid her hand in my pants and squeezed the front of my diaper. Shelly Henning was one of the most horrible Amazons at the school. Light brunette hair, brown eyes, dark eyebrows and way too much make up. “You stayed dry, what big boy you are. But you know, wouldn’t it just be easier to just fill your diaper up and let me take you home?” A shiver went down my spine. Just the idea of being a mindless drooling baby with her would make anyone afraid. Actually if the rumors in the hallways were true it would be much worse. Rumor had it that her family owned 3 other littles, none were regressed. Apparently they took great pride in watching their littles struggle and fight till they were eventually broken. She squeezed again before stepping away to admire the little trapped in the high chair. ‘Are you going to let me out?’ I thought. Saving grace that Mr. Tully was still in the room. “Ms. Henning” he said. Shelly turned to the professor, her uniform skirt flaring up slightly as she did. “Unless I’m mistaken you have one more class till school is out and the bell will ring in 3 minutes. I suggest you get to it.” “I am Mr. Tully, I’m just making sure the baby hasn’t messed his diaper,” she turned, eyeing me, trying to force me to mess myself to confirm her beliefs. “Appreciative, but I will take care of Mr. Case. Unless of course you’d like to do Quantum mechanical coding?” He almost sounded…hopeful in his request. If she had been smart, she’d have known there is no coding in quantum mechanics unless you’re talking about the portals to the other dimension, the Earth one I mean. “NO!” she squealed and almost ran out of the room. “Thank you” I said as he approached, taking the tray off the chair and helped me to the ground. “I do have to say Mr. Case you surprise me every time you’re in class. Most littles can’t handle complex classes like this but you also have very good restraint. Many of the littles I meet, when someone does what Miss Henning just did would throw a huge fit and get themselves into deeper trouble, but not you. I almost wanted to cry, Mr. Tully wasn’t a teacher to express a large amount of compliments or emotion for that matter but he’d always been straight and fair with me. “Thank you,” I replied. Walking toward the front he asked, “I know it’s embarrassing to talk about Mr. Case but, on a between us note, how have you managed to hold your bladder in through this exam? Most of your classmates I suspect ran for the restroom the moment they left here.” I knew the answer, it just took me a moment to say the words correctly. “I do have to go, I just didn’t want to give any of them the satisfaction of seeing it.” He smiled, walking past me to the classroom door that was closed at the moment. It was one of those big heavy wooden doors with a thin glass window on the handle side. Heavy enough a little would have to ask someone to open it for them. I stopped before he opened the door. “Mr. Tully?” I asked, he turned to look at me. “Is the hallway empty or is someone waiting for me out there?” He knew what I meant and looked out the window. “You’re out of luck today Mr. Case, she’s not going to move” he opened the door and stood to the side of it. I shrugged my shoulders. I knew what was coming; no way would the Amazons let me get to the bathroom if my life depended on it. I didn’t even try to hold it in anymore letting the pee rush out of me and fill the diaper. The warm spread all around the front, back and sides. Thankfully it didn’t leak onto the shorts. I stepped carefully around the door before I saw her. ‘Why did it have to be her?’ Bree Daniels is one of the most popular girls in the whole school. She stood at 1” above ten feet tall, I barley reach up to her knees. Alabaster skin, thin as a swimsuit model, short red hair in a pixie style and the most amazing green eyes—alright, alright yes, she is very beautiful. I can admit it, I am a guy after all and to not admit it would be lying to myself. She’s even cuter with the uniform. Winthrop Prep has a very strict dress code for all students. For Boys: White Oxford shirt, short or long sleeves. Khaki slacks, Navy Blue vest with matching tie, Navy blazer with Winthrop Prep crest on it, black belt, black dress shoes and matching dress socks. For Girls: White 3-Quarter Blouse, Navy and white shadow plaid skirt (no shorter than 2” above the knee). Navy blue Vest and tie, black dress shoes, white or navy blue dress socks knee length. For littles: it’s the same, but diapers are required, no exceptions. I would say the uniforms was to keep us littles in line if not for the Amazons being put under the same scrutiny. I looked up at Bree, her face lit up like a child on Christmas morning. “Did you have fun in class Aaron?” she asked. “I think I did well on the final,” I replied. While saying something rude to her would feel good, it wasn’t worth the punishments that would follow. If you’re polite you have 50/50 odds of being safe. The hallway was three strides across for an Amazon, 6 or 7 for myself. Avoiding her wouldn’t be an option, no other Amazons on the computer floor this time of day and it being a long hallway. Bree had a pink backpack, the straps over both shoulders stood out from her uniform. She easily picked me up by the armpits and settled me on her hip. I was so small compared to her I might as well be an infant. He hand squeezed the front of my pants and diaper revealing their wetness to her. “What a good boy you are Aaron, using your diaper without being asked to,” she was positively beaming. She moved me as though I had no weight whatsoever. She started walking down the hallway, down the stairs to the 3rd floor where I knew a series of restrooms would be. Coming to the end of the steps I thought that she could also be taking me to the nurse’s office, as it’s on the other end of the hallway. That is ‘supposed’ to be safe but Nurse Snell is nearly as horrible as many sadistic amazons. She takes great pride in changing us and giving shots. She enjoys it way too much. Fortunately Bree turned straight for the family restrooms. The school installed these restrooms as it was considered controversial for a female amazon to take a male student who wasn’t adopted into the girl’s restroom. Likewise for the boys. So the family restroom which was much larger and had 4 changing tables within, along with enough toilets and sinks for each accompanying family The large door kept the voices beyond muffled but even so I could hear shouting from inside the restroom. “This isn’t fair Rebecca, you wouldn’t let me go!” Bree pushed the door open to see Sean flailing about on a changing table. Sean and I had some of the same classes together though he favored literature more than the sciences. His little blond hair was cut very short, like military short which upset some amazons in the school but to others, like Rebecca, it only made him look more like a newborn. His wet pants were being pulled down around his rear, legs failing to kick at Rebecca. His diaper was brown, positively leaking, a blowout I think. In quick movements she had him flat against the table. The diaper ripped off, tossed in a nearby trash can, and wipes instantaneously appeared in her hands and began wiping the mess off of his rear and legs. It was obvious, he’d been trying to make it to the restroom in an effort to use the smaller toilets available but the girl had blocked/stalled him from getting there. Just long enough for the accident. The smell was even worse, if anyone has ever had really bad diarrhea then you’re in the ballpark on smells. Bree seemed unfazed by the smell as she strode in and sat me on the table farthest from Sean. She laid me down on the table, the strap pulled over my chest. She pulled my slacks down to my ankles, I sighed as I looked up at the ceiling as I felt he begin working on my diaper. “Quit your whining. If you were mature you would have been able to hold it or at the very least asked for a change. Now just look at your little pants, they are ruined and you don’t have any spares in your bag,” the girl chided him I felt a hand on my chin pull my attention away from the ceiling and back to watch Bree’s face. Bree has always been beautiful but especially now with what she was doing, granted I was embarrassed and humiliated, still there was something about Bree right now that was positively glowing. Motherhood. Arguing would only get me spanked as she was wiping me. Through the rush of cold air against my privates sent a chill down my spine. Protesting wasn’t an option for me, neither was resisting. I was in a wet diaper and they were not going to let me go to the toilet or change myself while at school. I reached up to my backpack that Bree had set to the side near my head. “Aaron I must say you are being such a good little boy for me during your diaper changes,” Bree said as she unfolded a new diaper. She grabbed my ankles, lifting me up and setting me back down on top of it. This wasn’t a standard diaper, standard school diapers are white similar to medical diapers. This was thicker, with colored blocks that spells baby on the front. “I know how hard it is to hold it through boring finals but now you get to be clean and dry.” She balled the diaper up, throwing it in the pail next to the table. Powder and lotion were applied next before the diaper was pulled up over me, spreading my legs a little farther apart. In no time at I was re-diapered. As Bree was putting my pants back in place I looked over to see Sean, now secure in a locking pacifier and a thick crawler diaper over his butt. Bree carried me out of the restroom, one hand touching my bottom, the other supporting my back. After computers I have a free period before the end of the school day. Sadly the buses for littles doesn’t leave till after the final bell so I usually find myself in the library doing homework under the watchful eye of the head librarian. A tyrannical man who constantly tries to get all littles to read picture books rather than actually study. Bree knew my schedule, she practically had it memorized by the end of the first week each semester. For most littles, some Amazons will take any little that crosses their path doing something against the rules or makes a mistake. Others, like Bree, are more careful in their selections. One of my fellow little classmates last year was single out by the student council president. Because the little girl and the president shared the same eye and hair color the president made it her mission to claim her by any means. Once she slipped up, the president swooped in and her life in diapers began. I have no idea why Bree singled me out. I’m not good looking. I don’t speak up for little rights or shake the foundations the amazons love to hold over us. I don’t fight them. I just adjust to the rules and go about my business. So why? Why does Bree have to be focused on me? I’ve debated asking her but, truth be told, I’m afraid of the answer. Bree seems to have an agenda. I just don’t know what it is. When she turned down a different hallway from the library I started to worry where she was taking me. Bree sensed this while she carried me. “Relax Aaron,” she said, “I know you have a free period, like me, so rather than waiting with you to put you on the bus with all the other children I thought I would drive you home.” We passed several other students and teachers who made no attempt to stop Bree from whatever she was doing. Even though littles are guaranteed a high school education, it proved that no one was really looking out for us. We passed through the front doors. The sun was out like it always is on the west coast of North America, but the air was much cooler than normal. Bree must have been feeling the cool air on her legs as I was but she never let it show. I looked up at her, smiles and content written right across her face. It scared me how happy she was. We reached a large silver SUV type vehicle, if I was standing on the ground with my arms raised I might brush the top of the tire, but from my vantage point in Bree’s arms I was equal with the window. She opened the back seat, with no surprise that there was a baby car seat already inside. It was pink with purple polka dots all over it. “I use this to for my niece when she comes to stay but it should fit you just fine Aaron,” she said. I fit perfectly, either her niece is a little like me or a small amazon, Bree got to work and in no time at all had me strapped tightly in the carrier facing the rear seats. “I’m fine with taking the bus” I commented as she climbed into the driver seat. “Oh it’s no trouble at all Aaron” she replied ruffling my hair before starting the car. The engine roared and in no time we were on the road. I would have done homework on the drive but Bree had taken my backpack to the front of the car with her. It left me with nothing to do but think about the day, the homework we had to do over the winter break and the things I needed to get done for my computer class. The nanites were coming together, just needed to finish the interface tonight and make corrections over the break. We passed most of the commercial buildings will they began to thin out and residential properties, some very large neighborhoods indicating amazon families, a few smaller homes for inbetweeners. There are no homes for littles. Most end up in apartment buildings or, as the culture is, in the care of amazons. My parents are inbetweeners. Well, they were. We pulled into a betweener neighborhood and soon came to a stop in front of my home, one of the smaller houses but still decent. The house was painted yellow and even had a white picket fence with flowers growing along the interior edge. I never told Bree where I lived, ever. And yet this is the third time she’s driven me home. She unbuckled my straps, smiling at me as she took her time. “Any big plans for the Christmas season?” she said, lifting me onto her hip. “Just spending time with family. Get a head start on homework.” “You’re so smart. Hopefully you will get a chance to relax in your diaper over the Christmas break. My parents and I are off to the island for the holidays.” “That’s wonderful,” I said. “I know you’re excited for Santa Clause to come and visit aren’t you?” She didn’t walk to the front of the house, instead going to the back of her car and removing a semi-large canvass shopping bag. I could see the brightly colored presents wrapped within and each was easily bigger than me. The sun made Bree’s uniform seem brighter as she walked to the front porch of my house. She set me down after the bag. I thanked her for driving me home and for the presents. Bree practically glowed, “Your welcome sweetie” she gave me a hug and firm pat on my diapered bottom. “Now remember no opening your presents till Christmas day,” she said. I opened my door and let Bree go in and set the shopping bag in front of the Christmas tree. I waved goodbye to her as she backed out of the driveway, closing the door only when she left. Like I said, when dealing with amazons, manner and politeness are a necessity. You never want to give amazons a reason to think you are being willfully naughty. It would give them more than an excuse to take you home, have you altered or, at the very least, diaper you. Sadly, politeness is a dangerous thing too. If you are too sweet and loving they may think you are already willing to be a baby and may take you then. It’s harder to adopt if the little hasn’t broken the law but many take that risk anyway. I looked the presents in the living room where my tree was. My family wasn’t really big in the holidays but the small tree was nice this time of year. I set myself to work taking care of the place. My parents had been gone for almost a year now. Living in this world with amazons even inbetweeners are subject to Amazon scrutiny. One day, according to the video surveillance at the mall I hacked into, my parents were buying a gift from a little store and a pair of amazons decided that proved they wanted to be children. They kept my parents from getting to the restroom where the timing forced them to wet themselves and just like that my parents were gone. I won’t lie, I did cry for days but I couldn’t miss school or show any emotion. It would have played into their hands. Then Mr. Gupter arrived, my parent’s lawyer. They’d planned ahead. “In the event of your parent’s adoption their bank accounts, holdings and properties transferred to their only son, Aaron,” he said. The money was enough to take care of the house and bills till I turned 18 as well as paying Mr. Gupter for his continued service. And with his help he used the Abkani government’s own protection laws for Amazons and applied them to me, essentially the government couldn’t come and take me away to an orphanage, nor could LPS barge in and take me. They also couldn’t reveal, publicly or privately, that I was now an orphan and living alone. As long as my grades remained up, and all the bills were paid on time, I was safe…at least until graduation. I went out and got the mail, nothing of interest today before coming back in and saying hello to the picture of mom and dad on the wall. Then I changed my uniform for more lounge clothes, took me 20 minutes to get the diaper off me (don’t ask me how I did it, if amazons knew they would change the formula and I’d have to start again). Looking myself in the mirror was just another reminder that I had to be extra careful. I have straight blond hair, purple colored eyes with flecks of blue in them. Combined with my short nose and cheeks I apparently draw eyes. With any luck I can live behind a computer screen for the rest of my life. A microwave dinner, one soda and one bottle of water later and I was ready to go down to the workshop and get some nanites work done.

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