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Thank you Sophie that means a lot, I'm not sure how much I'm going to polish this one but the feed back is appreciated! 💜 But yeah Saphonis is the larger unfinished story that this is spun off from along with one other I posted in my own diaper dimension timeline where I had some fun playing with alternate history and I honestly feel is one of my best pieces. I also have "Falling Down(I will pick you up)" in the same setting and it's actually one of my only completed full works 😅😆🤷‍♀️💀 🙈 and one where I explore maturosis in detail if it were to be treated like an actual medical condition/disability.

Violet looks at herself in the mirror and gives a soft but proud smile. It had been a hard decision to keep her height on moving through the portal to the Northern Sea Republics but she was happy with how her transition had turned out. The nanites had taken her sharp facial features and high hairline and shaped it into something so much more stunning like some of the women she online and in magazines but softer and more natural and the way her chest filled out the blouse of her scouting uniform. She blushed and giggled a little knowing her wife certainly appreciated it, thinking to herself as she smoothed her skirt and fixed her cute pixie cut hair, colored to match her name, under her beret. With her 6’0” frame or 183cm being much more normal in women on this side of the portal she felt like she could finally see herself in the mirror. Although the outfit makes her look closer to 15 rather than her actual age of 27. Her smile broadened as she fidgeted with the sash of merit badges. Her reverie is interrupted by the sound of a car horn from the driveway. That would be her wife/mommy signaling her that they needed her to get going. Her skirt flares as she takes off sprint skipping down the stairs excitedly. Grabbing her backpack and tugging on her hiking boots she runs out the door and slams it behind as she cannonballs into the crossover. “Whelp somebody is excited!” “Whelp yeah I’m getting my marksmanship badge today!” “I love the enthusiasm kitten but remember firearms are not toys!” “I know mum, I know! But I've done all the safety courses and I’ve been perfectly fine with my airsofts! No accidents or eyes lost! …. “ “And I’m proud of you, genuinely, now get buckled in your booster seat young lady!” “Muuuuumm!” God Nora really is in full “mom mode” seeing her in her scout uniform was apparently catnip to the Amazon woman…. A thought that only deepened the flush in her cheeks as they pulled out. Once pulling up in the parking lot of the outdoor range they got out of the car. Nora grabbing her backpack and rifle hard case. Because she was under spousal custodial it was technically her wife’s at least in trust as far as the law was concerned until she was judged mature. But it was hers in that it had been a reward for passing her safety qualifiers. All of these adult thoughts left her brain as she saw her friends Harry, Zoe, and Harry’s boyfriend Raoul. “Hey gang! What’s up!” She squeals excitedly as she runs over and glomps Zoe. Giving a nod and fist bump to the boys. Harry is rocking the uniform skirt today and while she’s only into girls she has to admit it makes his calves look amazing. Raoul had opted more for the traditional brown trousers which compliment his caramel skin tone and curly hair quite nicely. “You ready for this!? Yeah but you know misses Downing is going to be giving one of her dry speeches along side the local mp….” There was indeed an incredibly dry speech about national preparedness and civil protection and the need for even the youth and those with some degree of maturosis being ready to help their communities and how proud she was of the scouts here. Violet generally just tuned out politics other than occasionally helping Nora fundraise for the Northern Trade-Unionist Party by answering phones. But with Ruskala getting more aggressive to the east even Violet was noticing the change in the air. She had honestly proud to get her civil readiness badge. Practicing enhanced skills beyond her basic first aid badge, handing out blankets and flash lights during emergency drills and much to her chagrin helping change the younger kids and little’s with smaller headspaces while their parents were busy. At least the boys also had to participate and while the gender gap wasn’t nearly what it was in her home dimension it was still hilarious to watch. Raoul was surprisingly actually a natural. The guy definitely had like, older brother or teacher energy sometimes. The one bit of cool news that had everyone perking up was that after testing for their badges they would get to see one of the Army's new self propelled guns fire! 10 mins later…. A loud sharp pop sounded from Violet’s rifle, the design was basically an antique, still firing brass shells unlike the army's modern electro-kinetics; but it was perfect for sport shooting and training. Over the past few months she had become highly familiar with its bullpup composite frame. The 9x19mm pistol caliber round being short on stopping power but perfect for a young woman target plinking with her scout troop. Even at 180 some odd cm and reasonably fit some of the Amazon sized target rifles would have probably broken her shoulder by comparison. Taking aim down the familiar ring sight, she takes a deep breath in. Looking the very model scout with her ear protectors and safety glass on, shirt freshly ironed and ascot straight, stance correct. Then exhales, slowly pressing the trigger as the weapon pops and kicks; before smiling ear to ear with pride as her first shot hits just 3mm off the center. Zero’s and adjusts her sight tongue sticking out slightly from concentration before resuming her stance and… Bullseye! Direct hit on the center! Shot after at or near the center as fast as she can pull the trigger. It seems like she only just blinked when she hears the hammer click on an empty chamber the 12 round mag spent. “Excellent work Violet! I’d say somebody’s earned her badge and then some! High marks!” On hearing this she is grinning ear to ear with pride as she safes and stows her rifle. “Thanks Miss H!” “Your welcome dear! Now run along and get a pizza and soda, they're about to fire that big artillery piece off and you’ve earned it!” “Thanks Miss H!” Taking off at a Jog she runs over to her friends chattering excitedly about their respective scores and groupings and just generally carrying on as expected for youth at a sporting event until it’s the time for the grand finale. Everyone is oooing and awing over the sleek angular frame of the big machine. Even prepared for it though the massive thunderclap as the helical gauss coil takes the 125mm aluminium SABOT shell from nought to mach 12 in seconds hits her like a truck and unfortunately and much to our girls embarrassment her bladder gives out. Pelvic floor weakness unfortunately being a side effect that not even nanites can 100% eliminate and her cheeks turn scarlet as a hissing flood fills and warms her pullup. She’s really glad she wore bike shorts under her skirt given how much it wants to sag right now… “Ummm miss Helen..” “Yes sweetheart? Need a change? Don’t worry I think even my pants are a little damp after that display…” She chuckles and winks at her charge. There is no small amount of teasing from mommy about the incident but also no small amount of praise for her top performance. She loves that woman so much and the promise of some special big girl time together as a reward has cheeks just as red the entire ride back and her pullup almost as damp. Today was definitely a good day…

So this is a short little vingentte I got the idea for last night. It's set in the same world as "Camp Saphonis" It was cold, so terribly cold as Anastasia or Anna to her few friends trudged down the streets of Bellasoragrad, one of many fallen through the cracks in the poor nation of Kortanaska. Littles faced discrimination on some level in all countries but here it could only be described as neglect. Few had the money to adopt if someone developed maturosis even if many wanted to and the process and system of care lacked the safeguards of many wealthier nations. It was why Anna hadn’t dared go to social services when she started showing symptoms and losing bladder control. Desperately trying to hold on to her job until the absolute last second when her having an accident in front of customers led to her firing. She pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind as she kept trudging forward through drifts almost as tall as she was. The damp somehow finding its way through the patched and worn military surplus jacket that came down almost to her knees despite being sized for smaller baseline women in the service. The cold was going right to her bones in her legs despite wearing her trackies and sweats over her torn jeans and thermals and her diaper…. She wouldn’t be surprised if the cheap plain white medical thing hadn’t already given up the fight. Her thermals were probably soaked from more than just snow and sweat… She was trying to reach the metro to change and get warm but in this weather it was slow going even for someone without her height issues. Maybe she should just stop and rest for a bit? Instinctively she knew this was a terrible idea, especially as she was starting to feel flushed and warm despite the frigid temperatures and cutting wind. Her legs made the decision for her giving out as she curled up next to a shuttered newspaper and tobacco stand. Looking at the warm lights with Candles of the apartments above her. Singing could be faintly heard. It was the Feast of the Ascension, commemorating when the Prophet Andular was martyred for speaking against the Old Gods and began his trek through the celestial realms learning of the true nature of reality and of suffering before taking the throne of G*d. She had never been particularly religious but hearing the soft sounds brought her some comfort as her eyes slowly closed…. Katrina was walking to her car with a tray of holiday potluck from her parents apartment when she noticed a small figure half buried in the snow. Setting the ceramic trays down on her car while she crouched down to get a better look and take the poor things pulse. It was weak but stable and she breathed a sigh of relief, knowing exactly what to do as she scooped up the girl. Judging by how her chest settled against Katrina’s a Little or especially small baseline teenager then given the swell under her jacket and not a child. She carried her over to her car and got her secured as best she could without a car seat before unplugging the battery heater from the parking station. The old rusted station wagon still protested though, even without its fluids frozen over. Sputtering as its ancient diesel engine struggled to life. It was so old that it didn’t even have a proper autopilot, just a temperamental lane keeping system that was too glitchy to be trusted. The console screen had a couple big cracks and fritzed every few seconds. At least the four wheel drive worked as she pulled out and headed home. When Anna came to it was with a startled yelp blinking against the light of an unfamiliar bathroom as she sat up with start. Yelping and struggling as a strange Amazon woman pushed her back down with a hand on her chest making soothing noises. She signed frantically for a few seconds before she remembered that Anna probably couldn’t understand her. “You’re safe sweetheart” Her voice came out strained and distorted from lack of use. Taking out her phone and using it to speak as Ana realized she had been undressed down to her jeans and vest. “I needed to get you out of those wet clothes so you didn’t freeze to death. Can I finish and get you into a hotback… Bath sorry…” Katrina laughed at the typo and that broke the tension, Anna laughing as well and nodding while giving a thumbs up. If this woman wanted to hurt her she had plenty of opportunity while she was unconscious and helpless and a hot bath sounded amazing after weeks on the street; especially with how cold she was. The thought being punctuated by a round of violent shivers as Katrina typed “Right let’s get you in a hot bath then little dumpling!” Anna barely had time to blush at the petnam before her vest and sports bra was whisked off in one. Then her jeans unzipped and pulled down with her thermals. Leaving her in just a heavily soiled and full diaper as she covered her chest sheepishly while being laid back. The tapes came off and the wipes came out as Anna turned crimson. This woman she had justed met was getting vary intimately acquainted with her disgraced state as the worst was gotten off before sitting her on a stool in the tub as she sprayed down with the shower head lathering her up and then hosing her off and starting on her hair. The poor girl couldn’t help letting out an embarrassed squeak as the area between her legs was cleaned; then little pleased noises as her scalp was scrubbed and massaged. By the time the tub was filled to a safe level for her and she settled in to soak, staring at the puke green tiles of the tenement bathroom it had only been a few minutes. “Thank you for all this.. Like seriously…. I can’t even…” As the weight of everything hit Anna started sobbing curling up on herself as Katrina rubbed her back. “You are safe now little one, you have a home here as long as you need it. I just ask that you do some chores to help out okay?” “But I don’t know you, we’re complete strangers? I don’t deserve this!?” “You are human, yes? You are in maturosis and need someone to take care of you?” Anna hung her head but nodded sheepishly. “Then it is the right thing to do. Pardon my language but fuck our government for leaving a little sweetheart like you to freeze to death on the streets…” Ana laughed and nodded. “Thank you, Miss? ….” “Mrs. Katrina Kowalski, but you!” she said while booping Ana’s nose. “Can call me Mrs. Kat or Mrs. K alright?” Ana giggled and nodded before squealing as she was picked up out of the bath, toweled off and changed into a fresh diaper from her bag. Katrina or Mrs. Kat then seated her on her hip before carrying to the apartment's modest bedroom the bed pushed close to the struggling wall heater for warmth as she was dressed in a shirt of Katrina’s that she was informed fit her like a circus tent. Her ears heated when she was informed that it was actually a crop top. 30 mins later…. Anna had just finished devouring some casserole and dumpling with pickled vegetables that Katrina’s mother had made as they made small talk and got to know each other when another Amazon woman walked in the front door. She wearing navy snow pants with an orange high vis winter jacket bearing the logo of the capital power grid and an ushanka. Her heavy steel toed boots thumping against the worn linoleum of the entryway as she stomped the snow off them. “Hello my love!” She said and signed as Kat signed back excitedly and going in for a hug. “And you must be the little cutie my wife rescued!” She said as she knelt down next to Ana who nodded shyly. “I got the supplies you asked for, for her on the way back. It was a little expensive going to one of the foreign 24h supermarkets but what good is my promotion to station control manager if not this, yeah?” “Oh God you didn’t have to spend money on me!” Ana said looking down, shame faced. “Sweetheart while you are in our house you are also in our care. We’re going to make sure you’re looked after. No arguments…” “I don’t even know your name…” “Mihkala, hon.” The big woman said white ruffling her hair. Ana nodded, unsure what to do except agree. “Then it’s settled now come on! It’s a holiday! I want to drink with my wife and spoil our little guest!” She laughed as Kat went in for a passionate kiss causing Ana to turn even deeper red at the site. She was allowed one glass of spiked punch as they chatted and got to know each other. She didn’t last long after however and quickly found herself being changed and tucked into bed with the couple. Kat undressing and changing into pajamas while Mihkala simply pulled on a vest and boy shorts after showering. Warm and safe and slightly buzzed it didn't take more than a few minutes before Ana was out like a light. Leaving Kat and her wife looking at eachother with the sleeping Little between them. “You thinking what I’m thinking love?” Mihkala smiles and nods “That God gave us a little miracle on Ascension Night?” “I couldn’t agree more..”

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I haven't read the D&D one but otherwise I'm all caught up! Elysium has been really interesting and I've been speculating on what the actual agenda is/who is benefiting!

Honestly the best possible outcome, direct action gets shit done. And Liv/Charlie has more than earned a comfortable semi-retirement with her loved ones after all of her service, suffering and sacrifice. And of course they don't get it! 🙄😝 But Seriously Little Fallen great story as always and I'm so glad to finally be caught up!

Okay I would take a bullet for this amazing couple! 💜

Jesus Christ this is like the October Revolution almost in terms of scale, maybe closer to the Easter Risings? and I am so here for this!

Genuinely and dropping the front and the fun over the top "wild & crazy punk rock anarchist persona" as someone with anxiety and trauma and who's fears of retaliation and torture kept her on the bench during the 2020 risings despite having nothing to loose at the time.... I have massive respect for this woman. Gods speed you on Comrade.

*Excited an-com screaming noises as I wave the black and red and grab a bottle of top shelf rum off a store and shelf and pour it down my face and into my mouth, slurring the lyrics to "Solidarity Forever"*

Bastarards played it perfectly Fuck yeah! If they won't seat us in their gilded halls o'power take direct action! Though many yet may fall in the struggle they don't have enough CS, Brainwashing centers, or bullets for all of us; for we have power greater than the might of all their armies and their hoarded gold! Viva la Revalucion!!! *stars firing kalash 74 in the air while blasting "Bella Chao"*

Fuck that's a relief Oh you fucking traitorous bastard! That's it mother fucker

So I'm hating myself for even suggesting this but... I think they should release photos of Charlie and a coma and Liv in a hospital gown next to her. Flip the narrative and show the human cost and tragedy of attacks on Little's and that not even Amazons are safe when this technology is circulating and being used with impunity And what better way than with pictures of martyrs......

On a scale of 1-10 I'd say Liv is fucked... They're going to need a miracle at this point or have to flee the dimension. Oh gods... What if Chris did this to Charlie? Oh thank fuck the cavalry has arrived! Gods this is going to ruin Liv/Charlie's life and marriage for the foreseeable future.... Like the recovery is going to be gnarly

So yeah.... That's not Charlie.... They got to her somehow...... You know, some of the other readers dopple ganger theories are starting to make more sense....

Yeah the COINTEL PRO vibes are intensifying. Also why is Liv kind of giving me "Fox Mulder" energy right now? I'm putting $100 down that someone is using some subtle mental manipulation on Charlie. If it can work on Littles why not Amazons?

Gods this hurts my heart... Is Charlie just worried and scared for Liv? Yes. Is Liv acting irrationally and recklessly out of grief and trauma and shouldn't have yelled at her spouse? Yes but..... Liv needs her partner to stand with her and trying to tone police a member of marginalized group in this situation is not what is needed. Yeah why am I like getting COINTEL PRO vibes right now?

Why do I feel like Olivia is about to sacrifice her political career and possibly life/future in a righteous but ultimately phyric stand? Still proud of her and behind her 100% for turning grief and trauma into action and very much a fan of causing "good trouble" but I'm also realistic enough to know that our girl could easily fall like Icarus. As for Amber.... Short of miracle I think at this point I think all we can do is hope she finds the peace in the next life she never did in this one. Get there fucking asses. I'm with you Liv! *starts tagging goverment building with Anarchy symbols while blasting this on a boombox*

I wish I could say I was shocked but..... Those in power never surrender it willingly.

Liv really should have a minimum two person close protection detail at all times. Charlie is formidable but she isn't professionally trained and she can't be everywhere at once I was expecting a victory but not an out and out landslide like this! Amazing what happens when attempts to supress minority voting are countered sucessfully..... Regardless of what happens she has a clear mandate in her home district at least!

I can't remeber why I didn't finish reading but I'm excited to be catching albeit extremely late. Also Liv handle that hostile conference brilliantly, gods what a bunch of assholes though!

I got kinda triggered on my first attempt at a read through and it took me a while to back to it 😅😆🤷‍♀️🙈💀

Okay the ending was amazing!

Julie you absolute bastard! I will personally box punt you into Tartarus with fucking Hailey! Ellie right now