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No worries that's why I wanted to make clear that everyone participating in the sex is in an adult, even if they don't act like it. It's them playing a role for fun or to work through personal issues. Wanted to have that clear to avoid any unfortunate implications. The last part stands for: Friendly Neighborhood Fetishist

CW: Sexual content Just so everyone knows there is going to be NC17 content in the story shortly. I want to make it clear that all the people Littles included are adults and consenting participants. Some of them may be developmentally different but they are adults and fully cognoscente of their actions. A lot of the people who are adopted into this alternate earth have troubled backgrounds and trauma to work through. For them the freedom provided by becoming an Amazon's Little is part of the healing process. They can let go and be themselves fully and completely, experience their feelings without judgement. They are free explore who their are mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually. And yes that physical exploration can include getting familiar with ones body and sexuality. This has been a public service announcement from YourFNF

So Wendy is like the Joker?

Yeah I have to confess my titles are designed more to get the readers attention and set the tone then actually give a hint at the events.

After that a one-year trial contract was drafted. Laura would be responsible for Kelly both in terms of her material, psychological, and emotional wellbeing. Kelly would go to work thirty hours a week, working five six-hour shifts, Monday through Friday. Laura would handle the finances, but Kelly would have final say over how the money she made was used, less taxes and twenty percent for room and board. Part of her first year’s earning would pay the insurance that would reimburse Laura for her expenses and adoption fees if Kelly were to bail out early. As part of the deal Laura’s secondary insurance from work would cover the cost of having Kelly’s gender confirmation surgery done at a private hospital bypassing the average one year waiting period at a United Med Center for nonlife-threatening elective surgery. After the end of the trial period there was an option to make the contract indefinite. A week after the contract was signed the immigration and adoption papers cleared, and Kelly found herself with her hand surrounded by Laura’s massive but incredibly gentle and soft one. Wearing a purple and grey striped skater dress with her blue and yellow backup and chucks. They where waiting in the boarding line for the jump gate. The standard airport sights and sounds making the experience seem strangely routine. This was it. Her new life as Kelly Westerton, Laura’s Little, was about to begin. p.s. If anyone is curios this the backpack I pictured Kelly wearing https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076XYVB4Y/_encoding=UTF8?coliid=I133SRS9NXCV50&colid=2VQKDXNBWN99K&psc=1

Thank you I'm wondering if part of the reason I reacted so strongly to Aimee's abuse was because I unconsciously connected with having that void inside you that needs to be filled but can't. I get angry when in I'm afraid or hurting and I think having that empathy just made that initial reaction of moral outrage even stronger

Honestly I'd say Fiona or Caitlyn. Because they're the only ones who seem to treat Aimee as an equal. I keep hopping Caitlyn and Amiee will be rescued by an interdimensional law enforcement org? Maybe I can wright a brief fan fic piece where they get rescued by the amazons from my parallels Federal Police Dimensional Task Force Unit HTR 72 Although I honestly don't see why Fiona, Helena, and Carol couldn't take of Caitlyn and Aimee together. Especially since they all want different thing out the relationship.

I second the Stockholm diagnoses, Aimee's psychological need for validation and affection only makes the situation worse. Gods I wish I could charge in for the rescue. I'd take that sadistic giant on hand to hand if I had to. She may be big but it only takes about 70 psi to crush the trachea.

Watches Wendy's live stream while the tracer program runs, while cleaning an FN 5.7 and humming "Oh Death"

Looking over at Laura, Kelly can’t help but think how amazingly right Ms. Angie was. It had been two weeks when Ms. Angie had told them that the agency had found a match. Using a combination of personality metrics, neuro mapping, desired living arrangement and analysis of Kelly’s life history (including school, work, and social media) they had found what they hoped would be an excellent match. Kelly was so nervous as they headed down to meet Laura. They had read the file the agency had given them, and she certainly seemed nice. Laura lived in Boston, was currently single and taught philosophy and gender studies at a small liberal arts college that opened back in 2032. Arriving at the interview room Kelly takes a moment to nervously check her makeup and hair. She wants to look nice for this so she’s wearing a purple and gold paisley peasant top, gray slim fitting slacks, and her favorite converses. The door opens, they step in, and are confronted by a giant. The giant stands, walks over and kneels down so that they’re close to face to face. “Hi, you must be Kelly? They/them or she/her, correct?” “Uhhh, Yeah!” Kelly squeaks nervously. “You must be Laura?” “Yes I am and you look so adorable can I hug you?” “Ummmm Okay?” Laura pulls in her for a hug that provides a kind of deep pressure that feels amazing. “So, tell me all about Kelly.” Two hours fly by as Kelly finds herself pouring out everything about her life to Laura, something about this gentle caring giant just makes them trust her implicitly. Kelly can’t put their finger on what it is. Maybe vocal cadence? Maybe body language? Maybe pheromones? Kelly doesn’t care. After introductions and telling Laura about her differed dreams of being a scientist they somehow get into conversation about the ethical implications of Schrodinger’s famous cat experiment. Then a discussion of how they both love rock operas and both of them are gamers. Before moving on to Laura talking about her job. Including the grad seminar that she teaches on the ontology of gender. The conversation gets more personal when Kelly opens up about their thing for diapers. She finds herself crying as Laura holds her, rubbing her shoulders and telling her that she’ll never have to worry about being embarrassed by that again. Ms. Angie walks back in to find Laura holding a red and watery eyed Kelly. She smiles knowing what has happened. “Ms. Angie… I think I found my Amazon” “And I found my Little” Both of them are smiling with tears running down their faces.

After checking in at the front desk it was a whirlwind of activity. Kelly was given a complete health screening that lasted most of the day. The colonoscopy was certainly an…. interesting experience. She also got a complete updated vaccine panel just to be on the safe side. Exhausted Kelly was shown to their room, which looked like what you expect to see at a nice hotel chain. Bed, living room area with desk that they set their laptop down on. The bathroom having a separate walk in shower and tub was a pleasant surprise. As was the room service. Dinner was roast pork loin, mashed potatoes, roast vegetables, and a little bowl of chocolate pudding. The next day Kelly met with their case worker and had a psych screening done. She liked Ms. Angie who seemed like the favorite aunt type. She quickly put Kelly at ease about their self-doubts and reassured them that it was normal to have concerns or conflicted feelings. She understood that Kelly had been hurt and had a difficult time connecting with people but that they shouldn’t worry. The agency would find Kelly a wonderful Amazon who would give them the love and support they needed to thrive all they had to do was work through the process.

Pennywise got nothing on that lady. If we were playing would you rather... and the choice was: Life sentence with Wendy as the warden or self immolation. I'd take self immolation.

Kelly Andrews was twenty-seven, stuck teaching middle school biology and unsure why they bothered getting out of bed in the morning. Middle schoolers are assholes and not even being a teacher completely protects you from that. Kelly was non-binary and AMAB(assigned male at birth). Her average week day went like this. Corral the brats and keep them from getting hurt while maybe somehow managing to them something. Oh and as an added bonus try not to breakdown from the constant casual transphobia and misgendering. Go home and check to see if UNAS(United North American States) Medicare had decided that yes indeed their request for a second round of laser hair removal was gender confirmation related and not purely cosmetic. Binge streaming service package while crying into takeout and vodka tonic. Rinse and repeat. Then on the morning of November 16th, 2043 everything changed forever. It was a clear bright day, wind snapping crisply, when out of nowhere a massive swirling vortex energy appeared in front the United Nations building in New York. Humanity was now experiencing first contact. Only instead of bug eyed green men it was with a species of giants from another earth. The Amazons as they were known were about fifty to a hundred years ahead of Kelly’s earth. They were one of a dozen worlds to have pioneered both local and extradimensional gates that they knew of. They brought fascinating new tech. Practical fully realized quantum computing, fusion, advanced nanoengineering, room temperature superconductors and of course the Jump Gates. But perhaps most surprising was their social system. There were two subspecies of humans on their world. The Amazons and the Littles. The amazons were more physically robust and stable. The Littles were extremely intelligent and creative but prone to both physical and mental health issues. A mostly symbiotic relationship evolved where the Amazons took care of the Littles needs in exchange for the use of their talents. The Amazons also proved to be an excellent solution to several social problems. Like our earth Kelly’s had a population that was rapidly aging. With the amazons natural nurturing inclinations and advanced medical tech contracting out for elder care was a perfect solution. Another thing was that the amazons were long lived and had a low birth rate, this led to a lot of them, especially young professional and empty nesters feeling lonely and isolated. That was when the adoption agencies were created. Besides adopting out children they also arranged contracts with varying terms for adults. Generally, the amazon would get someone to love, care for and be loved by. The Mid would get love, affection and all their basic needs met. At first it was mostly “fringe types” as the media referred to them adventure tourists, adult babies/kids, etc. After a while though a lot of practically minded people signed up to save on living expenses. This also led to the creation of the second chance program. Nonviolent criminals, typically younger, would have the option of starting over in Amazon family instead of going to prison. They would have a complete neuroconectome scan done and their consciousness loaded into the printed body of a young amazon anywhere from elementary to high school age depending on the sentence length. Their original body would remain in stasis for the duration. It was hoped that giving them the chance to grow up in an environment with a good mix of structure and love would lead to reform. Kelly aged 25 watched the reports on the news with rapt fascination. Two years later they had a decision to make. She had just turned twenty-seven and her life was going nowhere. It all seemed crazy and yet could this be a way out? She started doing research online. She was relieved to see that the treating creating the agencies had numerous safeguards in place. The process was expensive, but she could just barely handle the adoption fees. But did she really want this? They would be potentially giving up a lot of autonomy depending on the contract terms. At the same time though what did they have to lose? Kelly being on the autism spectrum always had a hard time “adulting”. They had been estranged for their family for years now. While they would miss a few close friends it’s not like they would never see each other again. Kelly could set it up with the contract so that they would be able to follow their passion for science while not having to worry about their basic needs. And Kelly had to admit they were lonely and the possibility of having such a deep connection with another person was compelling. And the thought of getting a second chance at family was deeply appealing. There was also one final reason and it was the hardest for Kelly to come to terms with. Kelly was diaper lover. It was both a coping mechanism and a source of sexual pleasure that they were just starting to accept. The idea of a world where this was normal and accepted sounded amazing. After taking two months, Kelly had made a decision which is how they found themselves standing outside an adoption agency, having cleared out their life savings to have paid the fees. They were about to start a new life no turning back now……

Kelly Westerton is just getting off work, wearing a yellow sleeveless jumpsuit under a navy blazer with black leather flats and bag. They somehow manage to mix sharp professionalism and playful casual and make it work. An effect that is only heightened by their deep red almost purplish hair cut short at the sides and flipped over on the top. She waits expectantly at the curb in front of Amada Biotech. A lime green crossover that could give a lot of armored personal carriers a run for their money in the size department pulls up. A smart looking young professional woman wearing business casual steps out. She looks to be in her mid-thirties her sandy blond hair is also cut short at the sides but long and braided in the back. She wouldn’t look out of place if you spotted her while out doing your shopping, except for the fact that this woman is 10’6”, Kelly is 5’8”. Upon seeing her Kelly runs up excitedly loudly shouting “Mom!”. Laura Westerton breaks into smile as she picks them up sweeping her excited Little off the ground and into a hug. “Hey Kelly girl! You have a good day at work?” “Frustrating but productive.” “Really? Tell me all about it.” As Laura buckles her into a booster seat next to the driver and pulls out of the loop in front of the building Kelly launches into an animated discussion of her work day. The number twenty-three Polymerase Sequencer was acting up again. They spent almost two hours going over it before they, Jerry and his boyfriend Gary from IT were able to figure out that the new software patch had fragged the primary memory bus. Microsoft am I right? As the conversation winds down, Kelly finds themselves in a contemplative mood. Watching the streets of this version of Boston sliding by they can’t help but think of how different their life is now compared to what it was back on their earth......

Actually this has inspired me to write my own take on the diaper dimension but from a more consensual perspective. I was thinking Kelly for the protagonist but then I realized how close it was to your characters name, would you mind if I used it? So for titles I'm kinda brainstorming what do you think of: Kelly Westerton's New Life ---------------------------- Brave New World Why I Wear Diapers After Work

Also I think in a way this is kinda provides an unintentional outlet for one of my fantasies. I tend to motivated by a need for control, selfdetermination, knowledge, and repesct. You can see this in my type 5 enneagram with mixed four and six wings. So with such clear dystopian villains, I can picture my self as the reluctant hero forced to overcome cowardice and self-doubt to valiantly lead a revolution. I guess I have a bit of a martyr complex (shrugs sheepishly)

Bio major, scifi geek and INTP so I can't help myself. It's like one of Kimmy's puzzle toys you just have to try and figure it out :). Speaking of Kimmy I actually realized my reaction to the diaper dimension is similar to her initial reaction to Melanie. I don't mind wearing diapers and a fresh(or freshly wet one can) feel quite nice and I would love to have someone to take care of me after a rough day at class or work. But I can't imagine wanting to surrender my autonomy and selfdetermination completely and permanently. I guess Kimmy and I have that in common

As an NB I really appreciate that. Also going to shamelessly plug my own stories "Riding out a Blizzard in Diapers" and "Through the Storm" if you want some women loving women, where the characters actually have a relationship and care about eachother, while still being hot and sexy. Also I think I may have found at least part of what was in that roofie soda https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiagabine + maybe a propofol derivative and maybe an androgen blocker like spiro that would also act as a diuretic

Jesus what the fuck was in that drink?! I've taken courses in Biochem and neuropsych and never heard of anything like that. Maybe a mix of a GABA agonist + a sedative hypnotic and a strong diuretic? What ever it is it must metabolize incredibly quickly given the almost immediate effect and short duration.

Okay you just won so many points for the NB representation

One thing that I find fascinating about the Diaper Dimension is how well it works as an amplification of our societies worst characteristics. In an earlier post on Sophia's version I made a comparison to "Black Mirror". It's also pretty easy to see echos of Huxley. With the amazons we can see the worst aspects of toxic monoamory/patriarchy. Namely the conflation of love with submission/dependence. Instead of letting the people they love grow, develop, and become independent self-actualized individuals they keep them in a state of, in this case, literal infantilization. Using force or psychological manipulation when they wolln't willingly comply. We also get a look at how these thing interact with capitalism, namely saturation of little "focused" products. And this in turn reinforces the social structures. I doubt it was intentional but this whole shared universe is actually really good social commentary/satire.

I'm really wanting to see this woman get taken out by a SWAT team.

So like tiny Tina meets Carrie in an anarchist revolution? I've got to see this

Wow this is complicated, I wouldn't call what was done to Kim ethical and it probably violates international law on multiple different worlds. It's clear that while April really loves her and wants what's best for her she is also a product of her culture. Melanie is a very gray area, she is a willing and enthusiastic participant and I want to respect her autonomy and life decisions. However she was clearly noncompose when she made the initial decision. Of course my own biases and mental schema are going to effect my reading of the situation. I'm an anti-authoritarian leftist, so such a gross violation of personal liberty and autonomy is going to horrify me. But to the amazons this normal and just how things work. I'm really conflicted because I want to respect cultural differences and I generally consider myself a utilitarian and a moral relativist. However I also cannot deny the fact that like all people I am not 100% rational in my actions. On an instinctive level I feel that there are some lines that just shouldn't be crossed and to me this entire society has crossed so many it's impossible to count. There is a part of me that is screaming with moral outrage and want's to charge in Kalashnikov in hand; ready to lead a glorious revolutionary crusade. For freedom, for justice, for the progress of sapient life everywhere! You are defeated only when you surrender! Onward comrades to Victory! Really fascinating story not sure If I want to keep reading considering how much the lighter part pushed my emotional, political, and ethical hot buttons. But dam if this isn't extremely well written. The author has serious talent. Especially considering how hard it is to wright something that legitimately scares me. I can look at a masked slasher slicing up thirty year old "coeds" and yawn. But this shook me deeply and possibly even clarified some things (tips hat)

I'm the kinda person who would open a cursed eldritch tome out of curiosity.