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  1. Hi all, sorry about the long hiatus. Life, it happens to all of us. I honestly hope at least some of you find this chapter to be worth the wait. Chapter 4 “Yes, the Salon,” Kenzie replied, tapping his nose as she laid him onto the changing table and began to diaper him. “Honestly, Honey, Mommy really wants to lengthen your hair to style. Maybe darken the color a bit to match mine. Plus, you need your nails cut anyway, so they can deal with that so Mommy doesn't have to. I know what a squirmy baby you are.” To punctuate her point, she shook a plume of Baby powder over his crotch and began to rub it in with her hands, spreading it over his privates and butt and causing Chris to jump. She giggled at the glare he sent her. “You are so cute when you pout, Crystal,” she said, taping up the new diaper with a grin. Then, Chris noted with a hint of fear the devious glint in her eyes. “But I bet you'd be even cuter...if you giggled!” Suddenly he was under assault, the giant woman viciously blowing raspberries into his belly. He couldn't help himself, and soon was laughing up a storm. And with his new voice, it sounded even more childish. Once she allowed him to catch his breath, he was quickly dressed in a two-piece set of pajamas that were teal – not pink at least, he noted with a bit of relief – and bore gold lettering which declared 'I don't need Beauty Sleep...I'm already Gorgeous!' After being made to say 'Night-Night' to Jenny and Sarah, he was once again brought to the playpen in Kenzie's room, swaddled tight just like the previous night. His stuffed pony was laid next to him, and his mouth was quickly filled with the bulb of a pacifier as Kenzie kissed his head. A baby monitor was switched on and placed on her nightstand and the room became engulfed in darkness as she left him alone. Raising a brow, he managed to wriggle enough to get a look at the clock. 7:30 pm was the digital time which flashed out, and Chris grimaced. He hadn't been aware it was still so early. He supposed he should have expected it. After all, the crazed young lady was totally convinced he was a baby, and babies went to bed early. Turning his eyes toward the ceiling, he did the only thing he could and waited until his eyes had adjusted before beginning to scour the tiles for any patterns he might be able to see. After he passed out, he awoke sometime around midnight, the feeling of being hoisted into the air snapping him out of dreamland and back into his waking nightmare. He was thrown over Kenzie's shoulder and his mommy began to rub and pat his back. “What's going on?” he asked, before his stomach gurgled and he began to fill the back of his diaper. Now he was growing concerned. That time there was next to no warning. “Mama's just giving you some nummies. Doctor's orders, remember Sweetie? Dr. Nemeth said to feed you as often as I can.” With that, she began guiding his head to her nipple. Already, Chris was opening his mouth, but the warm, smelly squish in his diaper forced him to try and reject the liquid meal. “No! I just pooped, I need a change!” he whined, getting only an amused smile from Kenzie. “Mommy will change you after you eat, Sweet Pea,” she insisted, and immediately thrust his mouth onto her nipple. Her charge had enough mind to let out an indignant grunt before the milk-haze set in. “Thaaaaaat's it, Honey Pie,” Kenzie whispered. “See, you're ok. Babies poop their diapers. Sometimes they have to sit in it for a while. It's perfectly normal.” Her cell phone broke the soft whispers, and she quickly answered to the voice of Ashley. “Hey, I take it you're up feeding Crystal?” “Yeah. And I assume you're giving Lizzie a night-time feed. What did the Doctor say?” “Basically same as you. Breastfeed only, as often as possible.” Kenzie nodded, leaning herself and her Little back in her bed so she was propped against the headboard. “I figured as much. How's Lizzie taking the news?” Back at her own house, Ashley looked to the Little in her arms, feeling the girl's diaper grow warm and swell as the nursing Little suckled. She was looking past the breast and glaring up at Ashley, but the Amazon could see the Little's eyes beginning to droop. The new mommy smiled a bit at that. “She's adjusting,” she replied, patting Elizabeth's wet butt. She heard her daughter give one last infantile whine before the trance set in. “Anyway, you doing anything tomorrow? Cause you could come over here and we can have a playdate for the girls.” Kenzie smiled, rubbing Chris' back and crinkling her nose at the stench from her daughter's dirty diaper. “I think that can be arranged,” she said. “But it'll have to be earlier in the day. We're taking the girls to the salon tomorrow afternoon. Crystal needs a baby-makeover before she meets the family.” “Ooooh, sounds fun!” Ashley replied. “I can't wait to see her.” Both mothers noticed their Littles begin to squirm a bit. “Hang on,” they both said into their phones at once, hoisting their babies up and onto their shoulders. As they patted and rubbed the Littles' backs, both smiled at hearing the tiny belches of the others' daughter through the phones. x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x As Chris was carried through the doorway of Ashley's home, he quickly began searching for Elizabeth. He would have called out to her but for the large pacifier shoved in his mouth. Thankfully there was little in the way of coos and coddling by the Amazons before he was plopped down on the floor in front of Elizabeth, who was looking more than a bit uncomfortable in her baby bouncer. The thing was electric by the look of it and was slowly rocking in an almost wave-like pattern. Based on Elizabeth's slightly green complexion, she was clearly getting a tad motion-sick. The pacifier was plucked from his mouth and Kenzie kissed his forehead. “You two play nice,” Ashley declared, she and Kenzie sauntering off to the kitchen. “How you holding up?” Chris asked, his voice still the high squeak of toddler girl. He had been given his inhalant first thing that morning, meaning he was well on his way to being permanently stuck with the voice of a two-year-old. “If you don't wanna be thrown-up on, I suggest you not stand in front of me...” Elizabeth groaned. “It wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't so bloated. My 'Mommy' has me on a feeding schedule of every three hours.” She spat the word Mommy with such venom that had either of the Amazon girls heard, he was sure Liz would be sporting a bright red bottom already. “Same,” Chris grunted, holding his stomach. “Until she starts going back to school at least. I may not be able to hold it for more than a second, but apparently the fact that I know I'm going to use the diaper at all beforehand is something she's trying to 'fix.” Chris shuddered at the thought. It was bad enough that he was already essentially incontinent after just a couple days, but to render him ignorant of his own urinating and bowel movements until after-the-fact...well, it wasn't a pleasant thought. A sudden stench reached his nose, and Elizabeth's face turned from green to red, seeing that he had smelled her. “Don't. Say. Anything!” she whispered harshly. Chris put his hands up defensively. “Wasn't going to,” he replied, but taking a step back all the same. “We literally pooped in front of each other just yesterday.” He heard the soft thumps of footsteps before his floral skirt was pulled up and the waistband of his diaper pulled back. “Not mine,” Kenzie announced in a sing-song voice, looking over her shoulder towards Ashley. “Want me to change Lizzie?” Ashley smiled and thanked Kenzie, going to get her changing supplies. Elizabeth however looked displeased. Chris could relate. It was bad enough to have a 'Mommy' wiping your butt and private parts. Neither of them liked the thought that literally any Amazon could change their diapers and the two Littles had absolutely no say. “P-U, smelly girl,” Kenzie said, taking Liz from the bouncer, patting her mess-filled behind a few times, firmly. Elizabeth was squirming now at the sensation of her wet, mushy poop being squished and spread against her crotch and butt even more. “And I thought Crystal was a little stink bomb.” Ashley returned, passing the changing supplies to the kneeling Kenzie. Not really wanting to watch the girl be embarrassingly cleaned, Chris chose to turn away from the scene. Unfortunately, having turned in the direction of the bouncer, it was somehow apparent to Ashley that he wanted a turn in it, and the young mother was more than happy to oblige. Chris quickly found himself lifted by the armpits and in mere seconds was plopped down into the seat, before being securely strapped in. A flick of a switch and the rolling wave-like motion began. Once again, he was facing Elizabeth, whose ankles were firmly held together and pulled into the air by Kenzie, her poop-covered rear-end on full display, among other things. Blushing profusely, Chris's eyes darted to the ceiling. Liz, likewise embarrassed for herself, covered her red face and teary eyes in her hands, breathing deeply to try and stave off a full on wail. The attention of all but the occupied Kenzie was quickly turned to the opening door of the house, as well as the Amazon couple entering with an infant carrier. “Knock, Knock!” The woman declared cheerfully, ignoring the panicked squeal of Elizabeth. Chris noticed however. This new arrival was clearly not popular with the babied woman, and one look into the infant carrier her husband carried made it clear why. While he hadn't known him prior to the trip, Chris could definitely recognize Jake strapped inside it. And if that was Liz's boyfriend, that made this Ashley's sister. Emmy, he thought he remembered her saying. Likely short for Emily. “Hiiii, Kenzie,” Emmy greeted, eyes darting mischievously between her younger sister and her friend. “Heeeeey, Emmy,” Kenzie replied in kind, handing the now clean and diapered Liz back to Ashley. Elizabeth looked fearfully into the carrier holding Jake, and Chris took note that the young man was barely awake, his eyes fluttering and a bit of drool running down his chin. Kenzie then turned and gave a little wave to what could only be Emmy's husband. “How's it going, Tony? Keeping this one in check?” “Ha!” The man exclaimed. “Good one. I learned early on that the secret to a good marriage is she does what she wants, and I stand back and watch the catastrophe.” “Ha Ha,” snarked Emmy with a playful smile and a roll of her eyes, unstrapping the little from his carrier. “The feeling is mutual, Sweetheart. Sorry to interrupt your playdate, but Mom wanted to see little Jake after we had his work done.” A bit more awake now after being laid down on the floor, Jake struggled to move, but found he couldn't get off his back. What little movement he could get from his legs were some occasional weak twitches and kicks. As all the eyes were on him, Emmy leaned in close, cooing to the little she had forcibly adopted. “How 'bout it, Honey Pie? Any of your little swears you wanna throw at Mommy or Daddy.” Whatever Jake was expecting to come from his own mouth, the gurgling and babble of an infant was not it. Nor was it helped that he had no teeth in his mouth. Elizabeth had to shove her thumb in her own mouth to keep from screaming outright. But as Jake came to the realization that his ability to speak had somehow been taken from him, he and his girlfriend began to wail in tandem. Though Jake's wailing sounded way to close to the cries of an actual baby for Chris's liking. Jake was quickly silenced with a pacifier and hefted over Emmy's shoulder so she could comfort him. “Jake here wasn't too happy about Mommy and Daddy taking his walking away...no he wasn't” Emmy explained. “He threw a giant tantrum, kicking and biting, and he said some very adult words. So Mommy and Daddy decided to fix that too. Now our Jake is just as a Little should be, aside from needing a mild attitude adjustment.” “Cartoon time?” Kenzie asked, but Emmy groaned at the thought. “Mind-wiping hypnosis? I'm not cruel, Kenz,” she replied. “Littles won't learn anything if we scrub their brains. No, I think lots of love, plenty of meaningful punishments when needed, and good positive reinforcement during their milk hazes is just what they need.” “Reinforcement during the hazes? What?” Chris thought, eyes narrowing as Kenzie smiled and nodded. “Same,” his Mommy said. “A few soft praises during feedings goes a long way.” “Wait, what?” Chris now thought back to anything he could recall about his feeding, but they were mostly blank. “So, is this some sort of passive hypnosis? What sort of things does she whisper in my ear while I'm sucking on her tit? How long until I can't even think of her name as anything but 'Mommy?' How long until I can't think of myself as male anymore?” He was broken from his musing as Emmy lifted him from the bouncer. “Hello, Cutie Pie. Looks like you got what you needed anyway, huh?” she said with a sly smile at him, before turning back to Kenzie. “Good choice making him into a her, by the way. I probably wouldn't have thought of it, but she's just such a cutie as a girl.” As the two Amazon Mommies began discussing the story of how Chris had become Crystal, the aforementioned Little was getting extremely uncomfortable. Emmy was cradling him rather close, his cheek pressed against her left breast. A breast that was almost bigger than Ashley's, and undoubtedly filled with milk. The thought made his mouth begin to salivate, and he whined, breaking the conversation. “I think she's getting hungry,” Emmy announced. “Is she on the same diet as Lizzie?” “Mmmhmm,” Kenzie replied, taking her Little and beginning to lift her shirt, revealing the nursing bra underneath. “I might start doing that with Jake,” Emmy continued. “I was planning on letting him keep eating pureed baby food, but only a couple days in and my breasts are sore, and full-to-bursting. But my Little boy fills up so quickly, and the last thing I want to do is forcibly overfeed him and make him sick.” “Well, if you wanna take Lizzie, Sis, it's time for her feeding too,” Ashley chimed in, offering up the trembling Little to her sister. As Chris latched onto Kenzie's breast, the last thing he saw before the milk haze took over was a very pale, squirming Elizabeth being handed off to her very grateful-looking Auntie. x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x When Chris finally came to, he moaned, finding himself back in the baby bouncer, his diaper very wet and very messy. He looked to the couch to see Emmy laying across it, completely topless. Jake on one tit, Liz on the other. He noticed just at the edges of the leg holes of Elizabeth's disheveled diaper, her skin had a faint red tint. Likely she had thrown a fit over having to feed from yet another Amazon's breasts and got rather soundly spanked for it. Emmy gave him a very satisfied smile. “Don't worry, sweetheart. Mommy and Auntie Ash are just upstairs in your Auntie's room, and it's still about two hours before your salon appointment.” Chris didn't honestly want to know just what they were doing in there. Tilting her head back to look over the couch to the kitchen and her husband, Emmy called to him. “Hon, would you mind changing Crystal? I'd do it myself, but you know...arms full.” Chris paled. It was one thing to be changed by Mommy. Another thing to be changed by another Amazon. It was an entirely worse thing than that to him, the idea of his butt and private parts being cleaned and touched by another man. Rising, Tony replied in the affirmative. He didn't dare fight back against the inevitable, but Chris still tried to shrink away back into the bouncer chair as the Amazon man approached, carrying Kenzie's diaper bag. “Come here, Princess,” Tony said softly, unhooking Chris from the bouncer and depositing him onto a changing pad he had laid out on the floor upon entering the living room. Chris squeaked as his floral skirt was merely slipped off, leaving him in just a shirt and poopy diaper in front of these generally new people. Before he knew it, his diaper was pulled open, exposing his privates to the cooler air. The Little did everything possible not to squirm too much. The last thing he wanted was for this couple to be the ones to dole out a punishment. It was not easy though, as Tony was being quite thorough with that cold wipe. As the final puff of baby powder was applied and massaged all over his crotch, the Little let out a relieved sigh. New diaper taped up, Tony slipped his skirt back on. Over on the couch, Emmy smiled again. “Don't forget to thank Uncle Tony now, Sweetheart,” she said softly, easing Jake off her right nipple and with one hand slipped him onto the couch nestled between her legs. She let Liz continue to suckle for a few moments before switching her to the side previously occupied by Jake, urging the girl to finish what her 'cousin' hadn't eaten. “Thank you, Uncle Tony,” Chris stammered. Tony just smiled down at him. “Any time, Princess.” With a yelp, Chris was quickly lifted by his armpits, and just as quickly placed inside a playpen in the corner of the living room. As Tony began to walk away with the balled-up soiled diaper, Chris stood. The pen was massive. If he stretched his arms toward the ceiling, his fingers would just barely brush over the top. Frowning with a sigh, Chris plopped down on his diapered butt. There were a few stuffed toys, and a few noise-making toys. They could have at least put something for him to draw with in the playpen. Now the room was silent, apart from the suckling of Liz, and the sound of Tony patting Jake's back, trying to draw a belch from the Little. Deciding to not even bother fighting the ensuing boredom, Chris merely threw himself back onto the stuffed animals and closed his eyes. Even if he couldn't sleep, maybe feigning it would keep the Amazons off his back for a little bit. As he listened to the sounds of the room, he heard a few burps from Jake, and Emmy was now trying to do the same to Liz. And having suckled far more milk than Jake, Elizabeth's gas bubbled up far quicker and far more explosively than his. At the sounds of Emmy getting up from the couch, Chris had to force himself to keep his eyes closed. He went rigid though as the Amazon laid her adopted niece down uncomfortable close to him, draping her arm over him in a bid to have the girls 'hug.' Unfortunately, despite being a 'Little,' Liz was a fully grown adult woman. And the fact she wasn't allowed to wear a bra meant her boobs were now thoroughly squished against his body. Cracking one eye open discretely, he noticed hers were squeezed tightly shut, and she was blushing so red she looked like a tomato. Apparently she had come out of her milk haze very fast, and was following his lead in pretending to sleep now. And she was definitely as uncomfortable about this situation as he was. Sure, her boyfriend was practically no more than an infant bodily now, but he was still of sound mind, and he was currently in the room. Sure enough, the two heard Jake see them as he began to squawk and babble furiously. “Oh hush, Honey Pie,” Emmy chided, shoving Jake's pacifier into his mouth and securing it in place before turning to her husband who was still holding their Little. “Come on, we'll let them sleep. I'll make us some lunch.” Once the couple had moved into the kitchen, Chris and Liz cracked their eyes open slightly to look at each other. “I'm so sorry,” Chris whispered, practically only mouthing his words he was so quiet. The girl couldn't speak for a moment, only sniffling in response, before asking the question Chris had asked himself a hundred times in the last two days. “How are we going to get out of this?” Chris wanted to give the young woman an answer. He really did. But at the moment, he could not see any hope for their situation.
  2. This is exactly why I like to put more basic ideas into the Idea Adoption Thread, and set them up in more of a 'Writing Prompt' style. The best work comes from leaving lots of room for creative freedom. Well done on this so far, I'm very much enjoying it, as well as underlying hints of something deeper going on behind the scenes. Keep it up, I wanna read more.
  3. How about a Diaper Dimension story where the Black Market for Littles actually has gone multidimensional. Amazons paying good money to spies within our world to go around and find 'Littles' (ie, us) to abduct and smuggle to the Diaper Dimension. Have the Main Character wake up, already diapered, strapped in a giant bassinet, surrounded by numerous other young men and women about to be shipped off through a portal to the Amazon/s that paid big bucks to illegally adopt. ideas for what to include could be: Gender swap Two of the newly adopted Littles becoming siblings, or related to the first point, forced to become 'Twins.' More extreme body modification. Maybe all the abductees have their vocal chords sabotaged so they can't reveal the Black Market dealings. Story could follow one or two main characters, or be an anthology of one-shots or short stories with different characters in each. Have one of the Littles who work with the black market be backstabbed and sold on the same black market. One of the abductees actually fantasized about this scenario and finds s/he actually hates it. Conversely, they might decide it's everything they want. You could do any of those, or none of them. But I think the idea of Littles who help supply the black market with other Littles is an interesting concept, no matter what direction it takes.
  4. Yay! Was hoping someone would use my idea, and the execution was beautiful. ? Yeah, I wanted something longer and generic for my account. I write fanfictions normally, and want to keep that as separate as I can, so I randomly generated the name.
  5. How about a story set in the Diaper Dimension, following the day-to-day life of an LIttle Protective Services officer. Since it’s pretty common in Diaper Dimension stories to say that LPS treats ‘protecting’ Littles as making sure they are babied, there are many avenues to explore as this Amazon goes about their day. Maybe LPS officers get first dibs on adopting either Littles that have proven ‘immature’ or that have been removed from the care of another Amazon. Or perhaps have an LPS officer working a specific case to track down a Runaway Little.
  6. I’m down for more Tourist Troubles as soon as you’re ready to post!
  7. You’re right to not trust the Media. A good example of that is how they cover the situation in Venezuela. By which I mean, they are completely ignoring some major facts in an attempt to push public support towards regime change. Ironically, we’d actually be better off with State Owned media, because at least then the masses would KNOW they can’t trust it. People think that since the media is corporate owned that it’s more trustworthy. MSNBC did next to no coverage of the fight for Net Neutrality. Why? Because the current owner of the network is freaking Comcast, which stands to make tons of money without Net Neutrality. Same thing happened during the lead-up to the Iraq war. At the time, MSNBC was firing anti-war voices at the network, because back then, GE was the owner. For those out of that loop, GE is one of the biggest military contractors in the nation. The point is, always assume the MSM (mainstream media) is lying until proven correct. In the meantime, I suggest independant media such as Secular Talk with Kyle Kulinski, The Humanist Report, The Jimmy Dore Show, The Political Vigilante, Tim Black, Jamarl Thomas...I honestly don’t watch much conservative independant media myself, but Independant Media is always better than MSM.
  8. Thank you much! Just under 1000 words into the next chapter, but with work, it's gonna be a few days yet before it's going to be ready.
  9. How about a DD story in the Manner of ‘Freaky Friday’ where an Amazon switches bodies with a Little. Could explore not just the Amazon being babied in the Little’s body, but also the Little being affected by Amazon hormones and maternal instincts, slowly changing into a classic Amazon, perhaps even beginning to baby her old Little friends. If the above has already been done, please tell me. I’d like to read it.
  10. And now Naomi has turned it into a game...I see what you two are doing...Between this 'game' and Naomi's acting skills, now we have no idea what is going to her plan or not! You can keep us terrified over whether any break Sabrina might catch is really good for her, or a trap. What is real? Who is real? Are you real? Am I real? What even IS real, man?!?!
  11. As for the topic of aging, ultimately, I'd say it matters very little unless you're specifically working that theme into your story. With how the Amazons continually modify Littles, as well as the healthier diets, I would imagine the moment a Little began to show signs of aging, their parents would work to do something about it, whether superficial or scientific. As for the secondary topic, it strikes me in terms of a multiverse somewhere between a comic book multiverse, and the MtG multiverse. For example, I've noticed a few of us tend to show differences between 'Native' Littles, and 'Portal' Littles, in a similar manner to how say, in MtG, Elves on one Plane are subtly or sometimes vastly different from Elves on a different Plane. Or Vampires, Or Zombies, etc...Also, given the varying levels of tech and varying cultures/Customs/Laws between DD stories, it also has the marks of something like MtG.
  12. Thanks Kimmy! I was worried how that might go over, to be honest. Thanks for reading!
  13. It does have something to do with the milk, and it'll be explained more in future parts of the story. Don't worry. It's like I said up above, besides trying to introduce my own ideas into the DD, I also wanted to explore certain existing ideas to a deeper extent. Thanks for reading
  14. Chris whimpered behind the pacifier, shifting in the car-seat as best he could to take as much pressure off his now reddened behind as possible. Kenzie gave him a stern look in the rear-view mirror. “That's what naughty little girls get when they decide to be potty-mouths,” she said matter-of-factly. “If you had been a good girl and not pitched a fit when they chipped you, Mommy wouldn't have had to spank you.” Tears began to well up in Chris's eyes as he thought about the new ID chip now active within his left butt-cheek. About the new Adoption certificate that bore his hand and foot prints, and that listed him as a girl despite the lab-technician clearly seeing his privates during the implantation of the Tag. She hadn't even questioned it at all. His new mother's gaze softened. “Honey, please just be a good girl for Dr. Nemeth. You know I don't like to punish you, but I will if you keep acting up. Mommy loves you and is just doing what is best for you.” That statement caused Chris to begin seething in anger. What was best for him? What was best would have been to let him go home. Lost in his angry thoughts, he was only half aware as they pulled into a new parking lot and he was quickly taken from the car-seat and into Kenzie's tight grip. He looked up and shivered slightly at the sight of the Doctor's office. About what horror might await within. Sensing his trepidation, Kenzie just began to bounce the little in her arms. “Nobody likes going to the Doctor, Sweetie-pie, but we've gotta do it,” she said softly. “Don't worry. Dr. Nemeth isn't mean like some doctors are to littles. You just need to be a good girl and behave.” Within moments, they were inside and speaking to the receptionist. “Hi, I'm Mackenzie Langstrom. I have an appointment for my new daughter, Crystal.” The receptionist nodded with a smile, handing Kenzie a clipboard with some forms. “Yup,” she said. “Since it's your little girl's first time, we'll need you to fill these out, and then we'll get you right in.” “Thank you much,” Kenzie replied with a smile, carrying the paperwork and the little over to a chair. She held Chris in her lap with the clipboard in front of them both. “Ok Sweet Pea, Mama needs your help with some of these. Are you allergic to anything?” She plucked the pacifier from his mouth as he shook his head. “On any medications before you came through the portal?” “No,” Chris replied. The questions went on in a similar fashion. Chris didn't really want to be so compliant, but he'd rather not screw any of this medical stuff up. Last thing he needed was to screw up this medical history and wind up getting jabbed with needles because they thought he didn't get his pre-trip vaccinations. As it stands, he already had been informed that there would be a blood-draw. He wasn't much a fan of needles to begin with – which was ironic since he regularly sold plasma back home – and he didn't want to see how big the needles here would seem. When they were finished, Kenzie kissed his forehead, letting him know what a good girl she was being. They handed in the forms, and within a few minute were called in back by a nurse. The nurse at least seemed nice. She measured and weighed him, checked his blood-pressure – which was a tad high, surprise surprise – and then brought them back to an examination room. “Ok, Mom, I just need to take her temperature now.” Kenzie just nodded, and Chris got a bad vibe as his diaper was stripped off. It took everything he had not to yell out a curse as the lubricated tip of a thermometer parted his butthole, getting worked in quite uncomfortably. So here he was, on his hands and knees, naked, with a thermometer in his rear, when the Doctor entered with a smile. She did a slight double take as she saw Chris, looking at her chart again before her smile returned. “Well, looks like I've got a little girl with a little something extra in her diaper.” This time Chris did yelp as the nurse removed the thermometer. And he let out a second when the now gloved hand of the Doctor clutched his genitals between her fingers. “Mom, are we doing something about this today?” Chris's eyes widened in panic at the thought, and he looked to the thoughtful-looking Kenzie with pleading eyes. “No, not today,” she finally said after a moment. “I actually think it's kinda cute. And besides, then we can save that as a punishment for naughty behavior.” She shot Chris a look and he swallowed nervously. The Doctor nodded, letting go of his manhood to his relief. “You can go ahead and rediaper her then. I'll finish her checkup and then we need to take some blood before you go.” And the checkup did continue. If Chris was honest, it wasn't much different then a basic physical back in his own world, with a few exceptions. First being he was treated like a baby, talked about right in his face as though he weren't there. Second being a constant string of questions regarding potential bodily modifications. At least Kenzie was keeping her promise about allowing him to keep his teeth for now. Even the taking of blood was relatively innocuous. They merely pricked his finger and squeezed the blood from it. He didn't like it, but given that he had it twice a week at the Plasma center, he was at least used to it. “So, I notice you mentioned on your forms that she hasn't experienced full incontinence from your milk?” Dr. Nemeth asked as Kenzie quickly redressed the Little. “MmmHmm,” the young mother replied. “My friend Ashley said that a small percentage of Portal Littles have some sort of resistance?” The Doctor nodded. “Resistance is the key word. You don't need to worry, she's not truly immune, no Portal Little is. She just needs more than most Littles. To that end, I'm going to suggest you take her off solids entirely and switch solely to breastfeeding, and feed her as often as your breasts can manage.” Chris blanched at the thought. That milk was delicious, but it was still breastmilk, and that thought grossed Chris out beyond belief. And the idea of no more solid food at all? Could he even handle that? “Now, I have one more thing that you might enjoy.” Dr. Nemeth then pulled out what looked like a red inhaler, shaking it before bringing it to Chris's mouth. “Alright, Honey, I need you to take a deep breath, ok?” Not willing to fight and get spanked for the trouble, Chris took the thing in his mouth. As he breathed in and the Doctor released whatever was inside, he felt tingles go down his throat. Dr. Nemeth gave him a smile as she discarded the inhaler. “Now can you say something for your Mommy and me?” “Like wha-AAAH!” Chris grabbed his throat at the unfamiliar voice which emanated from it. “What is this?” The voice coming from him was not his. It sounded more like the little girl they were insisting he was. “Oh my god, that's adorable,” Kenzie said, laughing a bit as Chris continued making sounds to examine his new vocals. Dr. Nemeth nodded. “One of those once a day for five days will allow it to set in, if you want. But, it's also completely reversible, unlike a lot of surgical options we also have. Should I write you a prescription?” “Absolutely,” Kenzie said with a smile. “To be honest, that voice was a bit to mannish for her.” Chris shot the duo a look that screamed 'are you serious,' but it just made the two laugh harder. x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x “Yeah, we've finished at the Doctor, we've just gotta pick up Jenny and Sarah and we'll meet you at the café...uh-huh, Dr. Nemeth agreed with you about Portal Littles being milk-resistant, and recommended that I take Crystal off other foods entirely and switch to only breastfeeding...” While Kenzie spoke on the phone on the way to the car, Chris continued making noises with his new voice. While he knew he should be horrified by this, he couldn't help but play around. It was like sucking in a bunch of helium, he just couldn't stop marveling at how different he sounded. He vaguely recalled back home, and how he sounded almost exactly like his friend's two-year-old daughter. The whole thing was humiliating and fascinating at the same time and he just wasn't sure how to feel. Kenzie smiled as Ashley questioned the baby-babble she was hearing through the phone. “...Yes, that's Crystal,” Kenzie continued, strapping the little into the carseat. “No, it wasn't surgical. Dr. Nemeth gave her an inhalant. I've got a prescription for them. Five days from now it'll be permanent...I actually don't know, but given the advances in nanites, I wouldn't be surprised if there were some in that inhaler...anyway, I'm at the car now, so we'll see you shortly...yup, bye.” The door next to Chris was shut and his Mommy moved to the driver side, hopping in the seat, before sending a text to her sister. “On our way, be ready.” And with that they were off. It took about fifteen minutes to return to the house, at which point Sarah was strapped into the seat next to him and Jenny claimed shotgun. Chris turned to his adoptive cousin, who gave him a small wave. Chris returned the wave awkwardly. Before they began moving, Kenzie's face lit up. “Crystal, show Auntie Jenny what you got at the Doctor!” Jen turned to peer into the back seat, gasping in that feigned excitement reserved by adults for young children. “What did Dr. Nemeth give you, Sweetheart?” she cooed, and even Sarah looked at him now with curiosity. The most positive emotion he had seen from the babied Little yet. Sighing, Chris decided to just bite the bullet, since this was going to happen inevitably. “She gave me a new voice,” he squeaked, prompting a squeal from Jenny. “Cuuuuuuute!” she cried. Chris sighed again. This was going to be a long car ride. And indeed, the Little was made to say any number of increasingly 'cute' and increasingly humiliating things, hoping that they'd grow bored after a while. He didn't dare act up so soon after the threat of them removing his junk for a potential punishment. “Mommy.” Chris's head jerked to the side. This was the first time he'd heard Sarah speak. It came out sounding mumbled and lispy, and Chris shivered at the thought that that fate too constantly loomed over him as well. “What is it, Honey?” Jenny cooed, reaching back and giving Sarah's bare legs a few playful tugs and squeezes. “I'm poopy.” No sooner had the words reached his ears, did the smell reach his nose. He had to fight down a gag, knowing that he had done the same twice already, once right in front of her. No need to alienate one of the only potential friends he might have in this situation. Jenny just wrinkled her nose as the smell hit her as well, but she gave no indication of being bothered by it otherwise. “Smells like it,” she replied. “I'll change you at the restaurant, Honey-pie.” “'Kay,” was the short reply by Sarah, who just seemed to sink further into her car-seat, a twinge of red across her cheeks. They reached the restaurant and Jenny immediately scooped up her little and the diaper bag and made her way inside. Chris, meanwhile, was carried in by Kenzie, going straight to a table where Ashley and Elizabeth were already seated. Well, Ashley was seated. Elizabeth was strapped in her carrier, which was placed in a sling from the restaurant. Chris noted that she was crying pretty heavily behind that pacifier, and had to wonder just what had happened to bring on that reaction. Apparently Kenzie was wondering the same thing. “Awww, what's wrong Lizzie,” she asked, strapping Chris into one of the already placed highchairs before moving to rub Elizabeth's belly. Ashley sighed. “She's been like this since Emmy came over to the house earlier. Remember I mentioned that she and Tony adopted another of the portal Littles, who Lizzie insists is her boyfriend?” Kenzie nodded, motioning for Ashley to go on. “Apparently, little Jake tried really hard to run away, and so they've decided they're going to have some work done on his legs so he won't be able to walk anymore. When Lizzie heard that, she had a little panic attack. And she started full on bawling when Emmy and Mom suggested we give her the same treatment.” “Well, are you?” Kenzie asked. “Yeah, are you?” Chris thought. He and the rest of the tour group weren't exactly friends, but he was scared for the girl all the same. “I said I'd think about it,” Ashley admitted. “On the one hand, she's so tiny. I kind of want her to be an infant. She could just relax and have tummy time...” As she trailed off, the muffled cries of Elizabeth got louder, prompting Ashley to stroke her head in an attempt to comfort her. “...But at the same time, she seems so miserable at the thought. Even if it'd be better for us, I don't want to forever be one of those 'evil' Mommies in her mind. The kind that Free Littles in other countries constantly write about online.” Ashley felt a hand on her shoulder, looking up to smiling face of Kenzie. “You're not an evil Mommy. You just want what's best for your kid. And she is your kid, so don't let your Mom and Sister make you do something you don't agree with.” Ashley smiled back now. “You always know what to say to cheer me up, Kenz,” she said, leaning into the other girl, who offered a smirk in response. “I should, we dated for three years back in highschool.” Chris nearly choked on air at that, and he could only stare at his Mommy as she went to pat his back. “I'm just glad it was an amicable breakup and not an ugly one,” Jenny said, coming up on the two with a smile as she slipped a relieved-looking Sarah into the other waiting highchair. “You both are too cute to hate each other.” Both girls blushed at that, but smiled, before they each began to dote on their own Littles. “Not to mention that the three boyfriends she's had have been total jerks, while her one girlfriend, you, were liked by the family more than Mackenzie is.” Ashley's smile turned into a full shit-eating grin as Kenzie playfully smacked her sister in the shoulder. “Speaking of family, how are they? I still see your mom now and again, but never your dad or sister.” Again Chris was shocked. Another sister in this family of crazy? “Mom and Dad have been super busy at their jobs lately. I assume that's where you've been seeing mom,” Kenzie replied, looking over the menu, getting a nod in return. “As for Julie, she's a stay-at-home Mom with her Little. You remember Abby, Julie adopted her right at the end of their senior year.” Again, Ashley nodded. “Yeah. She lived next door to you guys before that, right? I think her parents were actually Betweeners?” “Yup. And the moment Abby turned eighteen, Julie decided she couldn't wait anymore and snatched her up before any of the other girls could. Now she's married, but they haven't been able to have kids of their own yet, and haven't adopted another Little either. Now that I think of it, we should get the family together so they can meet Crystal,” Kenzie said, Chris finding himself even less enthused to meet this final sister than he was previously. The conversation halted as the waitress stepped up to the table, taking each of the Amazon's orders. Nothing was ordered for the three Littles, as Sarah would be eating pureed baby food from a jar, and both Ashley and Kenzie insisted on strictly nursing their littles. Chris had hoped she'd at least wait a bit longer, but it was not to be. As soon as the Waitress left to place their orders, Chris was pulled from the highchair, a leaking nipple in his face. He whined a bit, not wanting to fall into that Milk-haze again, but his desire for that amazing taste won-out as he latched on and began to greedily suckle. Elizabeth put up much more of a fight, but a sharp smack on her thigh had her too suckling her new Mommy's booby. Jenny and Kenzie looked with fascination at the Little actually squirming a bit, clearly not pleased with her position. She really was resisting the effects of the milk. But eventually Elizabeth began to slow in her movements, her eyes glazing over and beginning to droop closed as it finally began to hit her. “You know, Kenzie told me about what you said, but I'd never have believed it if I hadn't seen it myself,” Jenny said, somewhat stunned at how long it had taken for the milk to take effect. “Yeah, what are the odds that we'd get the two littles from the group that had milk-resistance,” Ashley replied, thanking the waitress as she brought out their beverages. “Emmy says Jake was hooked right away, and already lost his ability to hold his pee or his poops. Made her a big stinky right away after feeding last night, and woke up with a poopy diaper this morning too.” “How about that last Portal Little?” Jenny asked, between shoveling bites of the mashed peas into the mouth of her obediently-eating little. Have you heard anything about him?" Ashley shook her head. “No, but he's got to be adopted by now,” she replied. “Last I saw, he was with Crystal. Given that you found her wandering alone, I can only assume someone else managed to get hold of him before that.” Still in his milk-haze, Chris couldn't process anything but the nipple in his mouth, so he was unaware of the looks he was getting from the Amazons, each of whom were curious about the fate of the final tourist. “Maybe we'll try asking her later,” Kenzie said, stroking her Little's back as she continued to feed. By the time her first breast ran dry, their meals had already arrived, so she was eating with one hand while supporting her baby in the other arm. Putting her fork down, she pulled a rag from the diaper bag over her shoulder and threw Crystal over as well, giving her a few firm pats on the back. Chris managed to barely regain his bearings in time for a rush of wind to expel itself from his mouth, followed by a small amount of milky spit-up. His bladder began to release itself as Kenzie moved him to her other teat and he was gone again, hungrily sucking down that amazing milk. “Such a good girl,” Kenzie muttered, holding tight to her little as she once again grabbed her fork and continued eating. When Chris once again woke from his trance, he was back in the highchair. Each of the Amazons had already finished eating their meals and were working on dessert. A slice of blueberry pie for each of them. Chris whined. One of his favorites. Swallowing his pride once again, he tried to reach out to the half-eaten slice on Kenzie's plate. “Please, Mama?” he said, trying to use his new voice to his advantage. Kenzie just smiled and kissed his forehead. “Sorry, Sweetie, but no solids for you. Baby only gettin' boob milk from now on.” Her smile only grew at her daughter's pout, and at the gurgling of her stomach. “You have to Poopy, Honey?” The Little continued to pout, but just turned away. “Well, we'll see if you can still hold it as long as last night.” Chris was fighting a losing battle. It wasn't more than fifteen seconds before his body betrayed him, his sphincter opening wide as his bowels evacuated their contents. Little farts popped out, as the little grunted and whined. He tried to lift his butt off the diaper he was still messing, but he was strapped down tight, forcing his mess to mash and squish around. He was almost finished when another squeal of displeasure brought his eyes to Elizabeth. Tears welled up in the girl's eyes and she began to wail as her own diaper began to fill. Ashley quickly silenced her by working her pacifier into her mouth and holding it tight. “Welp, I've got a stinky diapie to change,” Kenzie said, throwing the strap of the diaper bag over her shoulder and unstrapping Chris from the seat. “And I call first dibs on the changing table in the bathroom.” “Hey!” Ashley cried, but the look in her eyes said it was all in fun. Kenzie just stuck out her tongue at the other girl and hefted Chris onto her hip, causing him to wince as she jostled the wet, sticky mess in his diaper. It was Chris's first time in a woman's bathroom, and likely wouldn't be the last at this rate. He looked to the wall where there was one of those pull-down plastic tables bolted, much like the ones back in his own world. But here, he was the baby. Without a second thought, Kenzie had the table out and Chris strapped to it. He supposed he should be thankful at how fast she had the messed diaper stripped off and his butt cleaned. She very quickly got him powdered and rediapered, and he was ready to go as Ashley entered with the still sobbing Elizabeth. “My turn,” Ashley said, Elizabeth now in the same position Chris had been moments previously. “Hey, Mackenzie? You ever think about...us? You know, giving it another shot?” “Sometimes,” Kenzie admitted, a slight blush to her face. “Why? Is there something you'd like to ask me?” Chris was dumbfounded at this point. Were they really doing this now? “Well, I was thinking maybe we could go out sometime. On an actual date, like we used to.” Kenzie smiled, clutching the Little in her arms a bit tighter. “I'd like that,” she said. Chris did his best not to facepalm. He was already having trouble accepting that his 'Mommy' was still technically a teenager. He really didn't need any drama of her dating. The two Amazons didn't share his views. “Great!” Ashley said, tossing Lizzie's dirty diaper in the trash, pulling the rediapered Little into her arms. The two carried their Littles back out to the table, working out the details of a potential date. Soon the afternoon outing came to an end. Elizabeth had her own Doctor's appointment at 4:00pm, meaning that they had to be leaving for that. The meals were paid for and Ashley took Lizzie away. The two sisters were about to bring their Littles back to the car, before Ashley came back to plant a light kiss on Kenzie's cheek, eliciting a burning blush from her and a wolf whistle from Jenny. Chris wouldn't have been surprised if she prompted Ashley to ask out Kenzie, either indirectly through their reminiscing, or directly while he and Mommy had been alone in the bathroom. “No, no, do not start thinking of her as Mommy,” he chastised himself in his mind. He managed to see Elizabeth's carrier snapped into the carseat base – rear facing, he noticed – of Ashley's car before he was strapped into his own pink seat, unable to even see out the window as the door closed. “She is not 'Mommy.' I'm just playing along until I can figure some way out of this mess. So long as I behave and be a good girl- Good Boy!!! I shouldn't lose my teeth, or my legs, or my...” He shivered at the thought and would have crossed his legs if his thick diaper or the seat straps would have allowed it. He would put up with being treated like a girl as long as they didn't actually make him into one. x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x Chris was feeling particularly bloated as Jenny lowered him and Sarah into the bubbly bath water. Given that he had just had his second breastfeeding since lunch, it was to be expected. His Auntie fed him between lunch and dinner, and he had just finished suckling from Mommy about ten minutes ago, followed immediately by him filling his diaper with poop yet again. Apparently, having another Little around was causing their hormones to go into overdrive, increasing the milk production of both Amazons. After that, Jenny had offered to give both Littles a bath. Meanwhile, Kenzie was on the phone with their parents, making plans to get together within the week. For obvious reasons, the Portal Little wanted absolutely none of that, but what choice did he really have right now? He managed to entertain himself with a little toy boat while Jenny went about cleaning every nook and cranny of his now completely smooth body. He noticed also that Sarah seemed torn between her uncaring attitude, and trying to hide her own naked body in embarrassment. She at least seemed very much aware that he was a guy. While he tried to be somewhat respectful, he couldn't help but notice that proportionally, she looked much more babyish. Her breasts were tiny for someone who had to be at least his own age. Was that natural for the native littles here? Or was this further body modification from the psychos who called themselves their Mommies? Kenzie poked her head into the bathroom. “Mom says hi!” she announced, holding the phone up. “Hi Mom!” Jenny greeted cheerfully, Kenzie bringing her phone back to her own ear and exiting the bathroom again. “Oh, Nana and Papa are gonna love you, Crystal,” she continued, rinsing some baby shampoo from his hair. “But the question is, will I love them,” he thought, already having a pretty good idea to the answer for that question. As he was pulled from the tub and wrapped in a towel, Kenzie once again entered the bathroom. “Alright, so the plan is we're all going to spend Saturday at Julie's place.” Great, Chris thought. Because it just had to be so soon for him to meet his crazed aunt who abducted her little straight out of highschool. He was scooped up into Kenzie's arms while the women carried their respective littles to the Nursery. “Which I think, warrants a trip for these two to the salon.” “...Salon?” Chris squeaked? Sarah just sighed, while both Amazon's grinned ear-to-ear. He knew already that look did not bode well for him.
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