Chapter Four
SANDY
The first few hours of the festival had been pretty calm, sure there was an argument here, a lost little there, but everything was pretty calm. Guardian squad’s rotation as gate team had finished and they had begun their patrol of the festival grounds, weaving in and out of the rows of stalls that crowed the compound grounds. The littles in the squad having to endure the remarks about how cute they were and how to Amazons would love to take them home.
“This is Dimitri.” Dimitri said from his position on Mellow’s back as he answered his radio, “Black suit, greasy hair, pencil moustache. Orange onesie, short blonde hair. Roger, Guardian squad moving to intercept. Current position is row.” Dimitri paused and looked up at the street sign esque markers near the booths, “C10.” He said as he set down his radio, “Looks like we have the honors of today's first catch! Illegal collar just entered the compound, heading towards our position. Everyone de-hook and spread out. Target is a fourteen footer in a three piece suit, greasy black hair, and pencil moustache. Stereotypical villain look, he has with him one little approximately five and a half feet, orange onesie with booties, she has a collar and a lead.”
“Yes sir!” The littles in the squad replied and detached their links from Mellow.
“I want weapons tight. The crowd is too thick. Tasers and batons only ” He sighed as the team spread out into ambush positions behind stalls, “Mellow, we are going to initiate the intercept with the mark.”
“Roger.” She nodded, “I would recommend removing yourself from the saddle.”
Dimitri nodded, “Right.”
Mellow knelt down allowing for Dimitri to get out, “Anyone got eyes on?” She stood back up as Dimitri hind behind a stall.
“Yeah, I got the bastard.” Gavin said over the radio, “Jesus christ, I’m thinking he’s Tsarian. Tight collar, short lead, outrageously thick diaper. Heading right for Mellow.”
“Roger, Mellow do not initiate until he has passed Gavin and Park’s positions.”
“Wilco.” She nodded and cracked her knuckles as the man and little passed the hiding littles, “Excuse me sir.” She walked towards the man and little.
“Yes, can I help you officer?” The amazon said as he tugged on the lead, forcing the little to her knees.
“Surround.” Dimitri ordered and the four little agents surrounded the Amazon in the suit.
“Drop the lead and placed your hands on your head!” Mellow ordered. The scene was starting to draw attention from the other patrons of the festival. Many Amazons and several littles whipped out smartphones and started to record the confrontation.
“Stay back!” Sandy ordered the crowd as she extended her baton and watched the Amazon.
“Why, whatever is the problem officer?” He smirked and reached into his jacked.
“I SAID PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!” Mellow yelled and drew her taser, focusing the laser sight on the Amazon’s chest.
“Very well.” He sighed and withdrew his hand from his jacket and put his hands on his head.
“Drop the lead and kneel!” Mellow slowly advanced towards him.
“Yes officer.” he rolled his eyes and dropped the lead. As Mellow got within a foot of the Amazon he slightly moved his right hand towards his watch and the little collapsed into a writhing pile and screamed at the top of her lungs. Mellow was momentarily distracted by the little but that was all it took for the Amazon to spring to his feet and deliver a right hook right to Mellow’s jaw, sending her right to the asphalt.
“Mellow!” Dimitri yelled as Mellow went down, “AGENT DOWN!” He yelled into the radio as the little agents started to trigger their panic buttons.
“Son of a bitch.” Sandy growled as she pressed her panic button. There was a voice in the back of her head telling her to grab her rifle and shoot, it started out a whisper but it quickly turned into screaming. After a brief moment of temptation she silence the voice.
“Ty ubljudok.” Dimitri growled as the Amazon advanced towards him, “TAKE HIM DOWN!” Dimitri moved to hit the Amazon with his baton.
“Foolish little twerp.” He growled as Dimitri hit his leg with the baton, “Do you honestly think that will do anything?” He laughed a bit and picked Dimitri up by his neck
“No, but that is.” He choked out. As Park and Gavin simed their tasers at the Amazon’s back while Sandy was focused on his front
“Put him down and by put him down I mean gently!” Gavin yelled as he slowly advanced.
The Amazon just smirked and before anyone could react the Amazon threw Dimitri at Park and Gavin sending them to the ground.
“Oh you fuck.” Sandy growled and fired her tazer at the Amazon. The two tiny prongs barely went through his jacket. The Amazon just laughed.
“What a cute little practical joke.” He grabbed the wire and pulled Sandy towards him. The sudden pull threw Sandy off balance and sent her crashing to the ground, her rifle skitting off towards a stall and before she could could get up she could feel herself being picked up by her leg. Through the crowd she could seed the helmets of Amazon security agents pushing their way through the crowd of smartphone holding Amazons. They were making progress, but it wasn’t enough. She then found herself staring down the Amazon.
“Give it your best shot.” She smirked and spit in his face.
He growled and wiped the spit off his face, “Little shit, this is just the beginning. Soon all of your pathetic little asses will be red hot and locked into messy diapers for days!” He slapped her face and threw her.
Sandy felt like she was punched in the chest about thirty time in a row. She found herself on the ground in front of a stall. Her vision was going blurry but she could just barely make out the Amazon. He had his foot on Dimitri’s head his hands were on his watch as the little he was originally with writhed in pain and screamed in agony. The worst part about it was… the fact he was monologuing.
“Look upon this!” He shouted to the crowd, “See how weak they are! WE ARE THE DOMINANT SPECIES!”
Sandy groaned and coughed. She could see blood on the asphalt after she coughed, “Yep, that is blood.” She managed to prop herself up against the stall that she was thrown into. The voice telling her to shoot returned and this time she couldn’t silence it. She couldn’t control her movements, it felt like her body was one autopilot as she drew her side arm and aimed at the Amazon, “No, no!” The thought as she saw the gun align with the Amazon’s chest.
“Breathe.” Another voice entered her mind, this one much calmer, “Its okay, I am here for you, I love you.”
“I love you too… Michelle.” She smiled as she her body pulled the trigger back.
MARKUS
Markus sighed loudly, he was nearly at his scheduled break and just had to get through one more set of adoption certificates. However, he had run into a roadblock, he had come across an adoption certificate with no photo, no ID number, no identifying information other than a name: May. However, the certificate did have Martha’s signature meaning that she had approved it.
“Hey, Clark!” Markus stood up, “I got a bit of a problem here.” Normally he would flag now Charles, but he was out of the fairground dealing with adopters so the next person in charge was Clark.
“Yeah, what's up?” He walked over to the cubicle.
“I got an adoption certificate with only a name here, but it's got Martha’s signature.”
Clark frowned and looked at the piece of paper, “That is certainly… odd. I’ll take it and bring it up with Charles.” A look of panic briefly flashed over his face as he took the certificate and walked away, “You can take your break now!” He yelled as he walked off.
“About time.” Markus sighed as he got out of his chair and stretched a bit. It wasn’t really close to lunch but he could probably get something sweet before he got lunch in the staff area. However, he could not get that certificate out of his head.
Markus made his way to the fairgrounds, his Berau ID hanging around his neck and swaying as he weaved his way through Amazons eventually making his way to a food truck selling food from Earth that was quite popular with the Amazons, “One New York dog please.” Markus smiled as he got to the top of the walkway constructed so littles could reach the window.
“What size?” The vendor smiled.
“Let’s go with a large little please.”
“Alright, total will be $2.50” She said, “Cash or card.”
“Cash.” He said and handed the vendor a few bills. After getting his change and his hot dog he walked down the walkway and started to walk around the vendors. There were vendors of all types. Some sold local culinary ingredients, some were selling custom made diapers (he steered clear of that stall), and yet others were simple art stalls. As he was browsing some wood work he felt a very large hand on his shoulder.
“Markus Altivition?” A voice said. Markus spun around and came face to leg with a pair of Bureau security agents.
“Y-yes?” He said with a twinge of nervousness in his voice.
“Come with us.” The first agent said.
“I-I… Yes sir.” He sighed and was escorted through the fair towards the staff area. He could see Martha watching the two agents with crossed arms.
“Thank you agents. Please leave us.” Martha waved the agents off, “Follow me, Markus.” She started to walk away from the staff area and towards the area where extra supplies for the festival were stored. As Markus followed Martha he couldn’t help but feel the eyes of every single Berau employee in the area on his back. Being summoned by a director was one thing, but being summoned by a director with a security escort was a whole different thing. After a few minutes of walking he saw Charles sitting on a crate.
“About time you found him.” Charles sighed.
“I had to get security to track him down.” She sighed.
“Enough, we need to address that matter at hand.” Charles hopped off the crate.
“Indeed.” She turned to Markus, “Markus, you have stumbled upon a very...serious matter.”
“That certificate.” Markus paled.
“Correct.” Charles nodded, “Markus, This is your second day here, and yet you have stumbled upon Adoption & Legal’s dirty little secret.
Martha was about to speak when a trio of sounds echoed throughout the fairgrounds, “Gunshots.” Martha paled and covered her mouth.
MICHELLE
Michelle was stuck in her playpen while all the other littles of the Board of Directors were playing just a few feet away from her in the open air Directors’ Lounge area. She had gotten into an argument with Dr.Steel’s twins: Mi and Li over who had the better dress, things then got dicey when Kimberly got involved. Her mommy had moved her to the playpen to try and keep the order. Michelle was the newest addition to the Board of Diapers as it was known to the rank and file members of The Bureau. The Board of Diapers consisted of Scapti’s Thomas, Michelle, Martha’s Kimberly, Director Park’s Coco, Dr. Garcia’s Louis, and the twins Mi and Li.
“Mommy I want out!” Michelle complained to Laurel who was sipping a drinking a cup of tea and chatting with Director Scapti’s husband, Daniel.
“Michelle, you were being a naughty and because of that you are stuck in your playpen. You need to learn to play fair. I understand the transition to civilian life and be hard and these circumstances probably make it worst, but you can’t just go starting arguments like you are back on base. If you keep complaining I will put your silencer in.” Laurel rolled her eyes and sipped her tea.
Michelle grumbled and crossed her arms, “Not my fault they are jealous of my dress.” Michelle was wearing an orange sun dress with black tights and massive diaper bulge, her thick puffy jacket lay next to her mommy. Even though the weather was starting to turn cold the littles of the Board were dressed comfortably for spring given that there were patio heaters set up in the Directors’ Lounge.
Laurel sighed a bit as an alarm on her smartphone went off, “Alright Michelle, time for your pills.” She set her tea down and picked up Michelle from the playpen.
“Which ones?” She whimpered. Michelle had a whole host of medications for issues relating to her time in the Marines and pre existing medical conditions.
“Let’s see.” She checked the alarm, “Doxi, and Predissi.”
“No! No! No! No! No! No!” Michelle shook her head. The Doxi she had no problem with, she took it every day with some milk. The Predissi was a weekly medication she had to take as a suppository, something she did not enjoy.
Laurel sighed loudly as she got the pills and a bottle out of Michelle’s diaper halloween themed diaper bag, “Lets do Doxi first.” She gave Michelle the bottle.
“Okay.” She mumbled as she sucked on the bottle to get a mouthful of milk before taking the Doxi from her mommy and swallowing it.
“Such a good girl.” She cooed as she laid the girl across her lap and took her tights off despite Michelle kicking, “Calm down dear.”
“I don’t like Predissi!” She whined loudly as her mother untaped her diaper.
“I know you don’t, but we don’t want you having episodes do we?” She rubbed Michelle’s back. Michelle had a tendency to have episodes in which she thought she was in combat. These episodes were easily handled by the Amazons given their size but they were emotionally taxing on the Chief and Laurel. Whenever she had an episode Michelle had to be taken to The Bureau medical center and be restrained until she came out of her episode, which could take hours.
“No.” Michelle whimpered and shook her head as her mommy got the pill out and got ready to insert it. That was when three loud bangs were heard. Michelle’s eyes went wide as the fairground descended into sounds of panic and chaos, “CONTACT!” Michelle rolled off her mommy’s lap and onto the decking of the Directors’ lounge. The little bounced to her feet and looked around as Amazon’s dove for cover and security agents moved to get the Directors and their families to safety and to locate the source of the gunshots.
Laurel sighed loudly, “Michelle sweetie, look at mommy.” She gently approached Michelle. The little was in combat mode, Laurel had to be careful, without her diaper Michelle could easily sprint away and get mixed up in the panicking crowd, “Look at mommy.” She slowly approached Michelle. Unknown to Laurel an Amazon security agent in full tactical gear was approaching her from behind.
“Holy fuck.” Michelle breathed as she saw the Amazon security agent and sprinted away from the Directors’ Lounge.
“Son of a fuck!” Laurel cursed before turning to the agent, “Come on, let’s go get her. If she somehow gets her hand on a gun it will be a nightmare.” Laurel grabbed the diaper bag and sprinted after Michelle
Michelle’s brain was in overdrive as she bobbed and weaved through panicked and confused crowd of Amazons and littles. Every Time she saw a security agent she changed course. Eventually she ran right into an Amazon’s legs as she was looking over her shoulder while running.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here.” The Chief sighed as he picked her up, “Someone is having an episode.”
“LET ME GO YOU FUCK!” She screamed and tried to bite him.
“Ah ah ah.” He shook her head and grabbed her ponytail and held it tight to keep her head still, “I will forgive you because you are having an episode.”
“FUCK YOU!” She spit at him as Laurel and the security found them.
“Laurel, silencer.” He sighed and kept his grip on the struggling Michelle, “Agent, go secure the scene.”
“Yes sir!” The agent nodded and ran off.
Laurel got the silencer pacifier out of the diaper bag and stuck it into Michelle’s mouth before pressing on the shield three times, inflating the nipple to where Michelle could not take it out, “What is going on?” She sighed as The Chief brought Michelle to his hap.
“Dimitri’s squad intercepted an illegal collar, their Amazon went down and the littles couldn’t do anything. They were forced to use lethal force.” He sighed as several security agents started to escort them to the medical center, “That was Sandra’s squad.” At the mention of Sandra’s squad, Michelle instantly focused on the Chief and started to yell, “When were you going to give her the Predissi?”
Laurel got the pill bottle out of the diaper bag as they walked, “I was just about to give it to her when the shots rang out. She rolled off my lap and bolted at the sight of an agent.” She noticed that her husband's pants had a dark spot spreading down the leg, “Dear, she is peeing on you.”
He sighed and looked down, “Yeah, she is.” He said as they entered the medical center’s ER and were immetly met by Dr. Ruby Steel, the director of the Bureau's medical center. She was around fourteen feet tall, had a dark red/brown complexion and a bald head. She was wearing her scrubs and lab coat.
“Chief, I see all the excitement has triggered an episode in Michelle.” She sighed, “I’ll have her put in bay seven. Your people are in bays two through six, the little that has the collar on is in bay one. Someone is already working on the collar.
“Thanks Doc.” He sighed and carried the struggling little through the ER. As he passed bay three Mellow shakily stepped out.
“Sorry boss, bastard got the drop on me.” She sighed and held a cold pack to her bandaged head.
“Its okay Mellow, just rest.” He smiled
“Agent! Get back in that bed!” Dr. Steel sighed, “I do not want you walking around!” An Amazon nurse escorted Mellow back to her bed and shut the curtains as she left.
“How bad is the squad?” He said as he handed Michelle off to a team of Amazon nurses, “Be careful with her. She will try and hurt you and do not inflate the pacifier anymore, four pumps start to hurt her jaw and if your hurt my darling pumpkin pants I WILL FIND YOU.” He stared down the nurses, “Also, please get a diaper on her and give her, her weekly Predissi please.”
Dr. Steel nodded, “Do as he said.” She sighed and grabbed a clipboard from the nurses station as Michelle was carried off still struggling against the Amazons.
“How badly hurt is the squad.” The Chief sighed loudly.
Dr.Steel murmured to herself a bit before addressing the Chief, “Mellow has a concussion and will be getting an MRI in a little bit to make sure there is no lasting damage. She should be discharged tonight when her wife shows up.” She walked over to bay two where Dimitri was laying in his bed with a bandage over most of his head.
“Hey boss, I’m gonna need a few days off.” He chuckled a bit.
“Just rest comrade.” The Chief smiled and patted Dimitri’s shoulder as he followed Dr.Steel.
“Dimitri here has a minor skull fracture, should be discharged tonight, barring complications.” She said and moved to the next bay where Gavin had his leg in a cast and sling. The british little was asleep, “Gavin has a fractured Tibia, however, we are not taking chances.” She then moved to Park’s bay who had compress on his nose and was texting on his phone.
“Sir.” Park put away his phone and sat up.
“Park, you don’t look too bad.” Crimson smiled.
“Eh, the dotard only threw Dimitri at me.” He chuckled a bit, “Dimitri’s fat ass broke my damn nose. Docs already reset it and I’m just waiting for the swelling to go down.”
“Good good.” Crimson nodded, “Looks like you are going to be the only one aside from maybe Dimitri to be cleared for active duty anytime soon.”
Park groaned, “No disrespect sir, but after today, I need a vacation.”
“Relax Park, you can take as much time off as you need.” He turned to Dr.Steel, “What about Sandra?”
Dr.Steel sighed, “Sandra is the worst off.” She brought him over to an empty bay that was littered with medical wrappers. Dr.Steel turned on an x-ray viewer, “Here are her x-rays. Five fractured ribs, three broken ones, fractured sternum, and a punctured lung along with internal bleeding, “Dr.Sung is operating on her as we speak. Her recovery chances are very good, but she will need around the clock attention, attention that this facility cannot give. I will arrange for her to be moved to Libertality General.”
“We could take her in.” Laurel walked over to Dr.Steel.
“Excuse me?!” Dr.Steel and Chief Crimson both looked at the Amazon woman.
“I said we could take her in. I mean, it’s nearly Festivus and we can’t have her spend her first one in a hospital. Besides, her and Michelle are practically family, it would do them both good.” She crossed her arms.
“I-I-Is that even legal?” Crimson turned to Dr.Steel.
“If she consents yes. She will hopefully be able to declare where she wants to go tonight.” Dr.Steel said as the ER doors were slammed open.
“CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHY I HAVE A DEAD AMAZON AND THE MEDIA CIRCLING THE COMPOUND LIKE FUCKING SHARKS!?” Director Scapti yelled as she entered the ER.
“Liza, please be quiet. Several of the injured personnel have sensitivities to loud noises due to their injuries.” Dr.Steel scolded the director.
“I’m sorry, but this is the second year in a row that we have had a little agent shoot an Amazon dead!” Director Scapti groaned.
“It was not me this time!” Dimitri yelled from his bed.
“Quiet Dimitri!” Dr.Steel scolded him.
“It was self defense!” Dimitri grumbled, “Has video of it hit the web yet? Practically every Amazon who was watching had their smartphones out.
“I’ve been dealing with the press, so no I have not been able to check.” The director sighed as a little ran out of the first bay with the closed curtains. The bay where the shock collar little was being examined.
“Directors, we have a problem.” The little said with a panicked look in her eyes. She was wearing a hoodie and jeans, she had pair of full rimmed glasses and her neon green hair was tied up in a messy ponytail.
“And you are?” Director Scapti looked down at her.
“Ariel Stelts, Lieutenant vice-director of IT.” She panted, “Ma’am, there is a bomb on the compound grounds.
Next Time On: Tales From The Bureau: Director Scapti and the rest of the Bureau must deal with the fallout from the shooting and try to salvage the adoption festival. Markus finally learns what he accidentally uncovered and what his fate is and Sandra confronts parts of her past she would rather keep buried.
Chapter 5
STUART
“What do you mean there is a bomb?!” The Chief looked at the nerdy little with a twinge of panic in his voice.
“Yes Ariel, is there a bomb?!” Liza looked down at the little as her right eye twitched a bit.
“W-well, the data I have found makes a bomb the most likely scenario.” She hastily adjusted her glasses, “Follow me and I’ll show you what I have found.” She practically ran to the first bay where the little that was with the Amazon was sleeping. She was in a hospital gown and had electrodes all over her body, a cable was plugged into her collar and was connected to a large monitor. Ariel sat down at a little sized workstation, “As you can see this is a fairly advanced collar.
“Globotech.” Liza sighed.
“Exactly.” she said as she started to type, “What was interesting about this particular one is that it has a receiver and a transmitter.”
“Transmitter?” Stuart raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, evidently this is a collar that can send all sorts of information to a designated receiver. Probably meant to be paired with cyberin and robots.” Ariel sighed. Cyberin were Amazons and littles who had committed crimes and were sentenced to be lobotomized and turned into slaves. All countries had outlawed the practice within the past fifty years with Tsaria only outlawing it only five years ago.
“What was this one transmitting?” Liza looked at the monitor.
“Nothing actually, however, it was about to.” She brought up a block of computer code that filled the screen, “When the little’s heart rate reached 210 beats per minute the collar would send out a signal, to another receiver connected to a device.” Ariel opened a second window that showed device information, “This is the receiving device. The only thing we have to go off of is a serial number, however, on a hunch I ran its sequence through our databanks and I came up with a order form that fits the pattern.” She then brought up a shipping invoice addressed to Stuart Crimson.
“Stuart.” Liza growled and looked at her head of security.
“Director, I promise you, I had nothing to do with any of this!” Stuart balled his fists.
“Ma’am, there is more. That sequence is used by Galicen explosives company for their military grade remote detonators.” Ariel looked up at the director.
“Liza, we both know that any order for weapons or ordinance goes through the Board of Director. This shipment was approved by you!” Stuart growled.
“I know. Stuart, I know you too well to ever think that you would try something like this.” She sighed.
“Why do our security forces need detonators for military grade explosives?” Ariel looked up at the two Amazons.
“Above your pay grade.” Stuart said as he got his radio out, “All agents, repeat all agents. Be advised we have a possible explosive device on the grounds, repeat possible explosive device on the grounds. Evacuate all festival attendees and secure Bureau personnel. When LCPD shows up inform them immediately, over.”
Liza sighed loudly and sat down, “How the hell am I going to salvage this?!”
Stuart patted her back, “Don’t worry Liza, I’m poker buddies with the commissioner of the LCPD. They will clear the fairgrounds and make it safe. All we need is a rousing speech and people will be eating out of the palm of our hand. Now, I need to go coordinate my agents.” He said and left the ER.
“Chief, come in, over.” A voice crackled out of his radio.
“I copy.” Stuart said as he entered the fairgrounds and saw them nearly empty.
“This is Christy of Fulcrum Squad. LCPD is on scene en masse, over.”
“Roger, I want you guys to cede temporary control of the grounds to LCPD so they can do their sweep. Any agents with EOD experience are to assist in the sweep, over.” He said as he jogged towards the entrance, “Angel Squad, I need a headcount of the directors and their littles. Dr.Steel, Director Liza, and my little are at the ER, over.”
“This is Bernard of Angel Squad, all of the Board of Diapers is accounted for. Be advised, Director Schultz has not been found. She was last spotted with talking with members of her department, over.” A voice responded.
“Dammit.” He growled, “Alright, I want Dragoon, and Gold squads looking for Director Schultz, over.”
“Wilco.” Bernard responded.
“Stuart!” An Amazon member of the local police force approached him.
“Commissioner, thank goodness you are here.” He sighed as he shook hands, “Did my agents give you the update?”
“About the explosive? Yeah, I got my EOD teams sweeping the grounds right now. Two years, two dead Amazons.” He shook his head.
“It was worse this year. Bastard took out an entire squad before being taken down. I got an agent in emergency surgery and on top of everything the gunshots triggered a PTSD episode in my little!” He groaned.
“I don’t envy you.” The commissioner nodded a bit, “How is Michelle, aside from the PTSD episode.”
“Well, before today she was doing pretty well. Her old NCO started as a security agent yesterday and it was a nice reunion. Problem is, her NCO is the agent I have in surgery. I dunno if she is going to make it.” He sighed, “What a fucking day.”
“I hear ya.” He nodded as he radio crackled to life.
“Commissioner, we have found the device.” A voice came through the radio.
“Good, what are we looking at?” He asked.
“Appears to be a shaped charge hidden in a changing booth.”
“Shaped charge?” Stuart and the Commissioner looked at each other
“Render it safe and secure it.” The Commissioner ordered.
“It makes no sense.” Stuart shook his head and got his radio out, “All agents be advised, LCPD have located the device. All squads are to return to their patrol routes, lets try and reopen the festival after LCPD have rendered the device safe, over.”
“I agree, if they wanted to cause damage why use a shaped charge?”
Stuart’s eyes widened in realization and he turned around towards the medical building, “They didn’t want to cause damage. This was a message.”
MARKUS
Charles looked over at the fairgrounds as people started to panic, “Martha, we need to get to the station.”
“Right!” She nodded, “Markus, come with us!”
“And if I don’t?” He said nervously as he crossed his arms and tried to look tough.
“You don’t want to know.” Martha glared at him.
“Alright, I’ll go with you.” He cowered a bit as followed the little and Amazon.
“We need to hurry. LCPD are going to be swarming this place soon.” Charles sighed as they entered the one of the main buildings loading bays. There were these white pods with blue tinted windows.
‘What are those?” Markus asked as Martha pressed a button on a freight elevator.
“Transportation pods. They help keep the volunteers and candidates stable and calm during the trip over here.” Martha said as the elevator arrived, “In.”
“The candidates I understand but why the volunteers?” Markus asked as he entered the elevator along with Martha and Charles before the doors shut and the elevator went down.
“Think we will still be able to piggyback?” Charles sighed as he and Claire ignored Markus.
“I don’t even know if the festival will resume after this incident.” She groaned, “We need to move them, we can’t keep them in their pods for too much longer.”
“I know.” He checked his watch, “The certificates should be getting finished right now.”
“Excuse me.” Markus looked at his two bosses.
“Right, but if we can’t do the piggybacking today we have to dispose of the certificates.” Martha sighed as they continued to ignore him.
“Agreed, we can’t risk any more of those getting out.” Charles glanced over at Markus as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened revealing a bustling room filled with littles and Amazons moving transport pods around
“INSTEAD OF JUST IGNORING ME, WILL SOMEONE JUST TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!” Markus screamed causing the whole room to turn towards him.
Charles cleared his throat, “Marcus, this is the final stop on our little operation.”
“What little operation?” He growled.
“The Amazonian Underground Railroad.” Martha stepped out of the elevator, “Everyone, we have a security situation upstairs. We have shots fired, wait for Liza to contact us and see what the situation on the piggyback is. However, we need to be prepared for the eventuality that the piggyback is off.” She sighed, “Back to work!”
Marus was speechless as the littles and Amazons in the room rushed about and started to move pods around, “W-w-what?!”
“It is almost the same premise of the American Underground Railroad. We get littles out of bad situations, mainly in Galice and Tsaria, and find them safe loving homes.” Charles said.
“How long has this been going on?” Markus said as he stepped out.
“It started a few years before the trans-dimensional gate was opened. Liza and I started it. Liza was the CEO and president of a shipping company while I ran a daycare and with the help of a handful of Amazons we started to smuggle littles out of Tsaria. We used my daycare as a base and safe house.” she chuckled, “Thomas, Liza’s little was actually one we rescued, we got him from little-mill.” she sighed and shook her head as a phone on the wall rang.
“Probably the director.” Charles said as Martha went over to the phone and answered it.
“Hello? Liza, what is going on up there? An entire security team?! What about the little? You are shitting me!” she turned around and yelled, “Lock down the level! We got a bomb on the fairgrounds!” she returned to the phone call, “Should we cancel the piggyback? Alright, I will be waiting for your call.”
Charles sighed, “Follow me Markus, we have a lot of work to do.”
LIZA
Liza groaned as she made her way through the fairgrounds. The whole place was deserted aside from police officers conducting their sweeps. Of course she felt relief when she found out that the bomb was found and disposed of but the festival had only been open for a few hours. She had to try and salvage this festival. As she neared the main gate she could see LCPD had formed a perimeter around the gate. People were swarming all around the barricades that the police had erected. She sighed and inhaled deeply as she composed herself. The minute people saw her they went nuts asking questions. She stayed silent as she walked towards a police cruiser, “Mind if I borrow this?” She smiled nervously at the officer as she grabbed a megaphone from his hands
And stepped onto the roof of the cruiser. She shut her eyes and inhaled deeply and exhaled in kind.
“Citizens of Libertality!” She called out to the assembled crowd, “Today we have been attacked! Today, terrorists tried to detonate a bomb during our peaceful festival of love and kindness!” She paused and let the information sink in, “Let it be known that The Bureau will not take these attacks lying down and neither should you, the people of Libertality! We do not know who perpetuated these attacks or their motives but we do know that they made a mistake when they attacked us! During the Great Tripartite War it was Libertality that protected Galice from Tsarian brutality after the fall of Constance! Our national motto is: Defendat juva pusillanimes, suscipite infirmos. Protect the helpless, help the weak. That is the motto that embodies everything that The Bureau does. An attack on The Bureau is an attack on Libertality itself!” She smiled and watched the crowd.
“LIBERTALITY! LIBERTALITY! LIBERTALITY!” The crowd started to chant.
Liza smirked a bit, she sprinkled in patriotism and the crowd was hers. She waited for the chanting to die down before she started talking again, “Now then, I am pleased to announce that once LCPD and our security force have done a security sweep of the fairgrounds we will be resuming with the festivities and anyone who was set to adopt a little from us today will be able to do so at the scheduled time.” She smiled and got off the cruiser before handing the megaphone back to the officer, “Thank you.”
*Two Hours Later*
Liza smiled as she went down the freight elevator to the safehouse. The Festival had resumed flawlessly even though a few of the vendors ended up pulling out. She made a mental note to refund their fees. She couldn’t help but smile more when the doors opened and she saw the pods being prepped for loading.
“Liza!” Martha smiled and walked over to her, “What is the situation like?”
“The festival has resumed and the piggyback is a go.” She said as she noticed Markus pushing a pod with a few other littles, “Who is that?” Liza made sure that she knew everyone who worked in this safehouse by name and face.
“Markus Altivition, a new member of my department. One of our certificates somehow came across his desk and I decided to let him join rather than… the other option.” she said as Amazons and littles started to load the pods into the freight elevator.
“I see, if he messes up don’t hesitate to do it.” She nodded as she watched, “By the way, Stuart needs some legal help. He will either be at the ER, the armory, or patroling. Try the ER first.”
“Why does Stuart need legal help?” Martha raised an eyebrow.
“He wants to take in one of his security agents for the holidays. Evidently she was Michelle’s NCO, whatever that means, when Michelle was in the military. She is pretty badly injured and can’t stay by herself. He just needs to know what he can do.”
Martha nodded a bit, despite how much the two of them bickered, Martha knew how much he cared for Michelle, “Alright, I will escort the first group of pods up.” she smiled as the last of the pods were loaded into the elevator.
STUART
Stuart sighed as he sat by Michelle’s bed and gently stroked the sleeping little’s hair. The nurses had to sedate her and unfortunately this was not the first time and would likely not be the last. He looked up as he saw Dr.Steel, “Well?” He stood up.
“Dr. Sung has repaired the damage to Sandra’s lungs but the healing process will take time. However, when I entered Sandra’s data into the computer I got two profiles, one agent and one candidate.”
“Candidate? Sandy was a candidate?” Stuart raised an eyebrow in interest.
“It appears so, estranged from her parents due to her decision to join the marines right out of high school. Participated in the invasion of North Korea and helped liberate several death camps. Left the marines at age 23 at which point she was diagnosed with PTSD. She went to one meeting with her doctor who prescribed pills for her and she never showed up for the follow up. Our records state that she was a drifter for about three to five months before expressing interest in a security position at this location. When she expressed interest with the recruiter she was taken off the candidate list the day before her collection was set to take place.” She sighed, “It appears we need to reevaluate our recruiting practices if they are letting candidates for adoption apply.” She sighed, “Stuart, her status as a candidate, her PTSD, and her refusal to use medications prescribed to her all disqualify her from a security position, we both know that.”
“Stuart?” Martha entered the ER, “Are you in here?”
“Over here Martha.” He sighed, ‘Whats up?”
“Liza said you needed some legal advice?”
“Not anymore.” Stuart sighed, “Martha, I wish to file a 39D for Security Agent Sandra Bouvardia.” Form 39D otherwise known as: “Adoption Request of non-Consenting Little.” The form was created along with The Bureau to deal with possible mental breakdowns by staff from Earth but it had never been used before. It was only to be used by Bureau Amazons on Bureau littles. The matter was so serious that it required two directors to sign off on the adoption.
“Typically I would not agree, however, given Sandra’s former status as a candidate and her refusal to willing participate in her medication regime leads me to believe that adoption is the only option.” She nodded, “After all, she is only a little.”
Martha sighed and nodded, “If Ruby believes that this is a good course of action I will sign off on it.”
“Thank you.” Stuart sighed, “I want this contained, if word of this gets out, some may think we are punishing Sandra.”
“Right, lets keep it nice and quiet.” Martha sighed, “And Stuart, probably best if you run this by your wife first.”
Dr.Steel nodded, “Yes, I doubt that she will be thrilled about two times the diapers to change.” she got a clipboard out, “Now, as for Sandra’s medication, we will take the same course we did with Michelle, start with low dosages and work our way up.”
Martha smiled a bit, ‘Stuart, I will go start the paperwork.”
SANDY
Six Hours Later
Sandy could hear before she could see and she could only hear the beating of her own heart. She knew she was awake and yet some unknown force was compelling her to keep her eyes closed. She could feel that she was in a bed and that something fluffy was separating her legs. Her eyes slowly started to open. She was in a room, an Amazon sized room. The room was darkened aside from late afternoon light seeping in from behind a set of curtains. She felt sore all over her chest, she looked down and saw that she was tucked into the bed and was wearing a hospital gown, “The fuck.” She mumbled as she started to push the massive covers off of her revealing a thick white diaper taped around her waist. In her groggy state bits of her training kicked in and slightly distorted her memories, she was knocked out during combat with someone who advocated for the enslavement of littles, “Christ, I’ve been captured.” She started to stand up the thick diaper causing her to grab the headboard for support, “First things first.” She breathed heavily and reached down to untape the diaper. The diaper fell right onto the bed, “Okay, now to get off the bed.” She looked down over the edge of the bed, “That's about six feet.” She felt her chest and looked under her gown. Her chest was all bandaged up and she could see flecks of blood on the bandages, “Alright, escape the room, allude captors, get comms with The Bureau. Not that hard.”
Sandy exhaled and knelt down on the side of the bed and gently eased her way off the bed. She bent her knees and landed flawlessly. However, the drop sent fresh sparks of pain through her chest, “Son of a bitch.” She groaned and held her chest. Sandy gritted her teeth and looked up, the door out of the room was nearly twenty feet tall with the door knob about teen feet off the ground, “Shit.” she sighed and looked around for something to step up. She eventually found a cardboard box about half her size next to a dresser, “Better than nothing.” She pushed the box over to the door and carefully stood on top of the box, luckily the box seemed to be full and thus did not collapse. She gritted her teeth and just barely got her hands around the door knob she started to turn the knob and kicked off from the wall, using her body weight to pull the door open. She dropped from the door and peaked out into the hallway, it was clear, “Alright, Phase One complete.” She staggered out of the room and fell to her knees as a fresh wave of pain washed over her, “Fuck that hurts.” She growled through gritted teeth as her vision started to go a bit fuzzy. Through the pain she could hear voices coming from somewhere distant.
“I’m telling you that if you that if she doesn’t see someone familiar she will go commando… in more ways than one!” A familiar voice said, but Sandy couldn’t place it.
“She isn't supposed to wake up for another hour.” Another voice, this one much deeper responded, “Besides, dinner is about to be ready.”
Sandy tried to stand up but the pain was too great and she was forced to crawl to a T-junction where the hallway was bisected by another hallway. Down the second hallway she could see an orange door and a set of stairs leading down, “Fuck.” she groaned and started to crawl. As she crawled she noticed that the hardwood floors had a small lane just about her size that was carpeted, she quickly moved onto the lane of carpet and towards the stairs which had the same lane going down. As she peaked down the stairs she saw an Amazon woman walk by the stairs but suddenly stop and start to look up the stairs. Sandy quickly hid herself behind what appeared to be some sort of ficus.
“Dear, when did the doctor say Sandy was going to wake up?” The Amazon called out.
“Not for another hour Sweetie.” An Amazon replied from somewhere in the house.
“Are you sure about that?”
“Positive, besides we got the baby monitor on the dresser. If she was awake we would have heard her.”
“You replaced the batteries like I told you to?”
There was silence from the other Amazon before they muttered a single word, “Shit.”
Sandy could feel the vibrations of the Amazon woman climbing the stairs. Sandy gritted her teeth to try and endure the pain as she hide next to the ficus hoping that she wouldn’t be seen. Soon she saw the pants of the Amazon woman emerge from the staircase and turn towards her. Sandy balled a fist up and had the other hand holding her stomach to try and alleviate the pain. She saw the jean clad legs start to walk past her before turning around and start to move towards her.
“Looks like someone is awake.” The woman started to crouch down to try and get on eye level, “Now then…” The woman was cut off by Sandy throwing a punch to her nose causing her to fall on her rear, “Bitch!” She yelled. Sandy groaned and started to try and crawl away from the Amazon.
“Everything alright dear?” The other Amazon called out.
“She fucking punched me! God damn!” She groaned and started to stand up as she held her nose.
“Damn it, can you get her?”
“Yeah, just get a silencer.” The woman sighed and started to walk towards the crawling little.
“I told you so!” The familiar voice yelled.
“Fuck off!” Sandy coughed as she tried to crawl away from the woman. She made it as far as the door to the room she woke up in when a massive Golden Retriever like dog bounded up the stairs, ran past the woman and right at her. Sandy braced for the beast to hit her but instead was hit by a plethora of licks from the dog
“Buster down!” The woman commanded. The dog panted a bit and walked off. As Sandy caught her breath, a pacifier was stuck into her mouth and the nipple was inflated to the point where she could not move her tongue, “Contained!”
Sandy couldn’t help but scream in both anger and pain but the screams were muffled due to the pacifier, “Fuck you.” was the primary sentence of choice for her.
“She took her diaper off.” The woman sighed.
“Again, told you so!” The familiar voice yelled once again, “Can I see her?”
“Sweetie, I don’t think that's a good idea.” The female sighed and picked up the screaming little.
“Actually, it might calm Sandra down.” Sandra could hear the source of the male voice walking up the stairs.
“SANDY!” The familiar voice screamed causing Sandra to turn and face the voice. Even in her haze Sandy could make out the face of Michelle.
Sandra just yelled something, likely Michelle’s name, and reached for her former squadmate, “Easy, easy.” The woman slowly started to walk towards the man who was holding Michelle as the dog watched.
“Sandy!” Michelle smiled widely as the two were within arms reach of each other, “SUPER POWER SLAP!” Michelle yelled as she slapped Sandy across the face much to the surprise of the two Amazons.
“Michelle… what?” The woman gasped in surprise.
Sandy groaned and held her head as she started to blink her eyes. She looked around in a mix of confusion and pain. She tried to talk but found herself unable to talk due to the silencer.
“Sandy!” Michelle smiled as she deflated the silencer by pulling on the shield with boths hands and pulled it out, “Hi!”
“Michelle, what the fuck happened?” She groaned as she held her chest, “Chief, Laurel, what am I doing here? Why does my chest hurt so much?” She looked up at Laurel, “What happened to your nose?”
Stuart sighed, “Sandy, just relax for a bit. Laurel, can you go give Sandy her pain meds.”
“Yeah, I can do that.” She smiled a bit at Sandy as she carried the girl downstairs, “Now then, I bet you could use medication to deal with that pain.”
“Yeah, that would be nice.” She groaned a bit as she was carried through a living room. The living room was rather large with a sectional couch forming a square U facing a large wall mounted television. There were a few toys scattered around about the room. In the corner there was a large dog bed with a few chew toys, “Is, is this your house?” She kept holding her chest.
“Yes it is.” She said as carried the girl into the kitchen and set her down on a marble counter.
“Cold!” The girl squeaked a bit.
Laurel smiled and giggled a bit, “Sorry, should be quick.” She said as she got two pill bottles out, one was labeled Doxi (10 MG) and another was labeled Percusetuslition (50 MG). Laurel grabbed a sippy cup from a cupboard and started to fill it up with water.
“Laurel, I don’t need a sippy cup.” Sandy blushed a bit.
“We don’t have any other cups in your...size.” She said as she screwed the top of the cup on and got the pills out of the container before handing all three to Sandy, “There you go, those should help with the pain.” Laurel couldn’t help but feel bad as she tricked Sandy, she was a sweet girl but she needed treatment. The Doxi would act as a relaxing agent while the Percusetuslition was a post-surgery painkiller.
“How often do I get these?” Sandy asked after she swallowed both pills and drank some water to chase.
“Doxi is everyday, the Percusetuslition is when needed.” She smiled.
“Is, is the Percusetuslition… habit forming?” Sandy looked up at Laurel.
“No sweetie.” She smiled and picked her up, “Why would you be worried about that?”
“Its just that… I, you know what, never mind.” she sighed, “What now?”
“Well, we need to get some proper clothes on you. I can see your butt.” She smiled, “And its a cute one at that.”
Sandy blushed deeply, “L-Laurel! That’s that’s… you are my bosses wife!” she turned away as Stuart walked over.
“Did you give her the meds?” He smiled.
“Yep, took them like a good girl.” Laurel handed Michelle off to Stuart.
“Good, can you get the pasta all ready? All you have to do is stir in the sauce.” Stuart smiled and bounced the still blushing Sandra, “Oh, and feed Buster while you are at it.”
“Sure thing.” She kissed Stuart on the cheek and walked over to the stove where a pair of pots were boiling away.
‘Sir… what is going on?” Sandy looked up at Stuart as he carried her up the stairs and through the orange door. On the other side of the door was a full nursery that had orange as the primary color. Michelle was playing with some toy cars when she saw the two enter.
“SANDY!” Michelle stood up and waddled towards her. Sandy got a good look at the girl and saw that she was wearing a black t-shirt and thick white diaper that made her waddle.
“Hey Michelle.” She kept blushing as she was put on Michelle’s changing table. Sandy could see that at either end of the table there was a pair of cuffs.
“Sir, what are you doing. I don’t need diapers.” She said as she saw Stuart getting changing supplies out and a diaper like the one Michelle was wearing, “Sir, I am one of your agents. This is highly inappropriate!”
“Not anymore.” He sighed, “Sandra, you should have never become an agent. You were not medically qualified to. The recruiters tricked the system somehow and managed to get you through. Sandra, at approximately 4:32 PM you became a member of this family and as such you will live the life of an adopted little.” He said as he started to take the gown off, revealing her bandaged chest and her tattoo covered body, “I’m sorry, but this was your fate. You were meant to be a candidate… Oh my.” He started to blush a bit.
Sandra shook her head and covered her breasts, “NO!” she shook her head, “No! I do not fit the requirements! I didn’t need to be a candidate!” She started to try and get off the table only for her hands and feet to be locked into the restraints at either end.
“Yes you did. Don’t think we don’t know your story. Military right out of High School caused you to be estranged from your parents, you got PTSD while in the service and you refused to medicate before becoming a drifter for half a year! You have clearly demonstrated that you are not fit to care for yourself and thus need a proper adult to do it for you!” He growled as he unfolded the diaper and set it under her rear, “Christ, you even have a butt cheek tattoo?”
“You actually got that?! I thought you were joking about that!” Michelle giggled a bit and tried to climb up the changing table.
“Michelle no, down.” He sighed and picked her up, “Look you can sit next to her but don’t make Daddy’s job any harder.” He said and placed her on her rear next to Sandy’s head.
“Hi!” Michelle smiled and looked down at her friends face, “How's it going.”
“How do you think it's going?” She growled as she tried to kick her legs. Since she was being distracted by Michelle she didn’t notice Stuart getting a pill bottle out from under the table and getting a pill out.
“Deep breath Sandra.” He said as he started to insert the pill rectally
“Why would I take a deep.. Holyshittitsnuggestsomethingisgoingupmybutt!” She yelped.
“Yeah, Predissi isn’t fun to take.” Michelle said and sat at the edge of the changing table with her legs hanging off the end.
“The fuck is Predissi?” Sandra growled as Stuart powdered her crotch and butt.
“PTSD medication made over here by The Bureau for littles with PTSD.” Michelle kicked her legs a bit.
Sandra just growled and struggled against the restraints as Stuart taped the diaper up, “Sir, with all due respect, fuck you.”
Stuart rolled his eyes, “You’ll get used to it. Consider yourself lucky that you were drained after surgery.” He said and got a pair of solid pink plastic pants that had a lock on the front, “There are to make sure you keep your diaper on so we don’t find puddles in the house.” he said as he unrestrained her legs quickly before slipping the pants over Sandra’s diaper and locking it, “There we go.” He smiled and grabbed a white t-shirt from a shelf and undid Sandy’s arm restraints before putting the shirt on Sandy and picking the two littles up, “My two girls look so precious.”
Sandra was blushing and looking away from Stuart as he set the two of them down on the floor, “Sir, why did you adopt me?” She growled.
“Because you were already family.” He smiled, “Shelly, why don’t you show Sandy all your toys while daddy helps mommy finish up dinner.” He said as he left the room and shut the door behind him.
“Fuuuuuuuuck!” Sandra groaned loudly and flopped onto her back, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Michelle waddled over to Sandy, “You know, they normally spank me for saying fuck.” she smiled, “They must be going easy on ya ‘casue it's your first day.” She smiled and sat down next to her, “I missed you so much.”
“Missed you too, Mitch.” She smiled.
“You haven’t called me that in ages.” She smiled and held Sandra’s hand, “So, about our… thing.”
“Mitch… we broke it off years ago.” She sighed, “It was inappropriate. I was your NCO you were an assistant autorifleman.”
“You WERE my NCO, I WAS an assistant autorifleman. It's not inappropriate anymore.” She blushed a bit.
“Mitch…” She started before Michelle held a finger to finger to Sandy’s mouth.
“Sandy, I never stopped loving you.” Michelle smiled and sat on Sandra’s diapered crotch, “Feels nice being on top for a change.”
Sandy couldn’t help but laugh, “Don’t get so used to it.” She smiled, “Just watch the chest, I am still a bit sore.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Don’t call me ma’am.” She smiled as she pulled Michelle down and the two started to kiss.
“God, I missed this.” Michelle smiled.
“I did too.” Sandy blushed, “But what the hell have you been eating? Your breath smells like shit.”
“Oh you think my breath smells bad? Just wait until I need to drop a load.” She laughed and shook her diapered rear in Sandra’s face. Sandy laughed and playfully pushed Michelle’s rear. Michelle laughed as she fell to the ground. The room was soon filled with laughter coming from the two girls.
LAUREL
“So, how did Sandy’s diapering go?” Laurel asked as Stuart came up behind her as she stirred a meat sauce into a pot of pasta.
“Had to use the restraints. Luckily Michelle calmed her down a bit. I put her in the locking plastic pants.” Stuart said as he started to get some little sized plastic bowls out, “I see you got one of the spare highchairs out from the storage closet. Good thing my parents sent us two when we got Michelle.”
Laurel rolled her eyes as Buster trotted into the kitchen and started to eat some kibble out of his dog bowl, “I’m telling you, your parents were pressuring you through gifts to get another little and you did what they wanted.” She kissed him, “So what’s on the agenda for tomorrow?”
“Well.” Stuart started to scoop the pasta and meat sauce into the two plastic bowls, “Well, we gotta go to the mall to get Festivus gifts for Sandra, you can take Michelle and do the shopping while I take Sandy to get her hair cut and probably colored. Her face is plastered all over the internet and it would be best if she didn’t draw attention. After the mall, the rest of the day will be spent preparing for the next day’s Festivus party.
Laurel sighed a bit as she got two bottles of milk out from the fridge, “Do you think Sandy can handle it?”
“It’s only the other directors and their littles, though we may just have to her and pumpkin pants from the others right off the bat because if one starts getting picked on the other will intervene and its not going to be pretty.” he said as he got two little forks out from a drawer, “Sandy’s things should be arriving tomorrow as well.” He placed the forks in the bowls and placed the bowls on the tray tables of two high chairs there were on next to each other along the perimeter of a circular table, “Can you go get them?” Stuart asked as he took the bottles from her.
“Sure.” She smiled and walked up the stairs. She could hear the laughing coming from Michelle’s room and smiled some more, “Are you two having fun?” she poked her head into the room. Michelle and Sandy were both of their backs laughing, “Come on you two, dinner is ready.”
Michelle smiled and sat up, “Come on Sandy.” She smiled and waddled to the door.
Sandy sighed a bit as she shakily stood up, “I’m feeding myself.” She said before falling onto her diapered rear, “Bitch.”
“Language sweetie.” Laurel walked over to her and picked her up, “I’ll carry you down the stairs, okay?” She smiled and bounced her a bit, “You make a very cute baby.”
“No I don’t.” She blushed and looked away, “And I’m not using the diapers!”
Laurel sighed as she walked down the stairs with Michelle slowly following her, “I’m afraid you don’t have a choice, you are an adopted little and thus you wear and use diapers, we also don’t have a little sized toilet for you to use. If you tried to use our toilet you would likely fall in and possibly drown. She sat the girl down in a pink highchair while she helped Michelle into an orange highchair. Sandy blushed a bit, it felt like she was sitting on a big pillow, she didn’t dislike the feeling.
“This looks...good.” Sandy blushed a bit as she picked up her fork and looked it it. IIt was a pink plastic fork with rounded prongs, “Can I eat, or do Amazons have their own form of grace?” She sighed a bit.
“Thank you for asking, you can start eating in a few seconds.” Stuart smiled and walked over to the two of them. He attached bibs around their necks. Sandy looked down and saw that hers was green and head an elephant on it, “Now you may eat.” Stuart patted their heads
Sandy hesitantly started to eat, “This is good.” She smiled a bit with a mouth full of food.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full dear.” Laurel smiled as she sat down at the table with a glass of wine. Sandy eyed the wine a bit. The glass was massive compared to any wine glass she had seen before. It looked like it could fit a whole bottle of wine from Earth. Laurel could see Sandra eyeing the wine, “No, you may not have any.”
“But you said we could have drinks tonight!” Michelle whined, “You said that yesterday!”
“I know, but circumstances have changed dear.” Laurel sighed, “Maybe tomorrow night.”
Michelle whined and kicked her legs, “No fair!”
Stuart sighed, “Michelle, calm down or you will get a spanking after bath time.” Stuart sat down with his pasta and a bottle of bear and started to eat
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooo.” Michelle whined as Sandy simply kept eating. She was starving since she had not had anything to eat since this morning.
“Then behave and eat your dinner.” Stuart said as he took a sip of his beer.
The rest of dinner went off without a hitch. Stuart and Laurel talked about some mundane things like bills and grocery shopping and stuff. Sandy had finished her pasta when she heard something that caught her attention, “Are you sure you want to take the girls on the trip to Earth?”
“Yes, Liza said that she wants half of the directors and their littles to go with her on her visit to Earth. This is the first time an Amazon will be going further than The Bureau compound on Earth.
“Wait, we are going back to Earth?” Sandy looked at the two Amazons.
“Yes, we will. The trip will be in about a month.” Stuart said, “Sandy, you haven’t touch your milk.”
“I-I’m not thirsty.” She blushed and looked at Michelle who was sucking through her second bottle.
“Dear, you need to get fluids into you, especially after your surgery.” Laurel sighed as Sandy just pushed around the last few pieces of pasta, “All done with dinner?”
“Yeah.” She sighed and set her fork down. The meal was good no doubt about that, a real stick to your ribs meal perfect for the winter season. Sandy had made an effort to keep herself and her bib clean, something Michelle had ignored. Sandy couldn’t even comprehend how Michelle had gotten so messy.
“Looks like someone needs her bath.” Stuart smiled and picked her up revealing her yellowed diaper, “And a fresh diaper, but that can wait after bath time.” He tickled her a bit as he took the bib off.
Sandy had a slight look of surprise on her face, “Seriously Michelle? You do that while eating?” She hadn’t even noticed when Michelle had gone.
“What?” Michelle giggled a bit as she was carried off.
Sandy sighed and rested her head on the tray table, she always got a bit sleepy after a big meal, “Tired dear?” Laurel took the bowls and forks from both high chairs and set them in the sink before getting the two empty bottles from Michelle’s chair.
“A little.” She yawned, “Big meals like that make me tired.”
Laurel smiled a bit and picked her up, “Well, you can go to sleep after you have your bath with Michelle.” She said as she grabbed the bottle from Sandy’s chair, “However, you need fluids.” She walked over to the couch and cradled Sandy as she sat down.
“I said I wasn’t thirsty.” Sandy started to squirm in Laurel’s grasp.
“Dear, you need to to get some liquids in you.” She sighed and stuck the nipple into Sandy’s mouth.
Sandy tried to protest but it was futile as the nipple was already in her mouth. She slowly started to suck on the bottle, realizing that she would be sucking down milk one way or another and she might as well take the easy way. When the milk touched her tongue she realized that it was not normal cows milk, it was thicker, creamier, and sweeter. Amazonia was like Earth in many ways, Sandy read a report somewhere that the reason everything grew so big was because of high oxygen levels during the beginning stages of life on the planet, or something like that, “This milk probably came from some cow taller than truck.” she smiled a bit at the thought and kept sucking.
“Such a good girl, Sandy.” Laurel praised the girl and gently stroked her hair, “I know this can seem like a really big change, but I promise that you will like it here.” She smiled as she saw the milk level in the bottle dropping, “Someone must have been thirsty.” She chuckled, “I’ll have another bottle waiting for you after you get out of the tub.”
Sandy nodded as she finished off the bottle of milk and let out a burp, “Excuse me.” She blushed as Laurel removed the bottle and set it on the coffee table, “Alright, let's go get you into the tub.”
“But I thought Mitchell was in the tub?” Sarah blushed as laurel stood up and carried her up the stairs. She could hear Mitchell laughing.
“You can take a bath with Mitchell. We don’t wanna waste water if we don’t have to, plus I think it will be cute.” She smiled and opened a door revealing a bathroom. Stuart was kneeling next to an Amazon sized tub that was filled with water. Michelle was digging around in a plastic bucket, buck naked.
“Hey honey.” Stuart kissed Laurel, “Pumpkin pants is picking out her toys.”
“Good, did you blow up the other pair of floaties?” Laurel said as she took Sandy’s shirt off revealing her slightly bloody dressings, “Just apply some medi-gel?”
“Yeah, unwrap the dressings and slather it all over her stitches.” he said as he felt the water, “She still clean?”
“Yeah.” She said as she started to take the bandages off revealing a line of stitches that ran almost the length of her chest.
“Fuck me.” Sandy looked at her stitches, “How bad was it?”
“Language.” Stuart looked over at her, “Several broken and fractured ribs, fractured sternum, punctured lung, and internal bleeding. Luckily you were at one of the top ERs in the world. They have some pretty advanced stuff at our medical center.” He smiled and handed Laurel a tube of gel, “Just rub it all over the stitches.”
Sandy blushed and suddenly looked down at her diaper as she realized what was about to happen, “”No no no no!” She shook her head and placed her hands over the lock on the plastic panties to try and keep the diaper on and protect wheat little modesty she had left.
Laurel rolled her eyes as she squirted the gel onto her hand and started to rub it over Sandy’s stitches, “Oh, so now you want the keep your diaper on?” She chuckled a bit as Stuart walked over to Michelle, “Pumpkin butt, have you picked a toy out yet?”
“Uh huh!” Michelle smiled and held up a few plastic boats.
“You know you can only have one at a time.” Stuart smiled.
“The other one is for Sandy!” She giggled and helf the boats up, both were made of multi colored plastic. One was modeled after a paddle boat, the other a speed boat, “Which one do you want Gunney?”
“Um, I’ll take the paddle boat.” She said as laurel finished applying the medi-gel.
“Alright, now time for the diaper to come off.” Laurel said and moved her hands down to Sandy’s plastic pants.
“Noooooooo.” She whined and shied away from Laurel.
“Sandy, stop it.” Laurel rolled her eyes and unlocked the plastic pants with her thumbprint before she tore the tapes of the diaper and pulled it away from Sandy revealing a rather… interesting tattoo. It was a dragon with its mouth about to eat Sandy’s vagina, “Oh, that is...interesting.”
“That's a new one.” Michelle giggled and walked over to Sandy before handing her the paddle boat toy.
“Thanks.” Sandy blushed deeply. She was mortified, she had gotten that tattoo while she was drunk in San Diego and she had regretted it every single day.
Stuart smiled and started to put floaties on Michelle, “Come on Sandy, you're next.”
Sandy blushed and tried to cover her crotch before walking towards Stuart and Michelle. Michelle was the polar opposite of Sandy in terms of body and hair. Michelle had all her body hair shaved down (likely from living as a baby), no tattoos, no blemishes, or anything like that. Sandy had body hair all over, the only things that were shaved was her face and legs, she had body art all over her body, and had pimples and blemishes all over, particularly on her lower belly, “Are the floaties really needed?”
“Yes.” Stuart said flatly as he started to put the floaties on Sandy, moving her arms when needed, “Alright, I got two cutie pies ready for the tub.” He picked them up and set them in the tub.
“Alright, say cheese!” Laurel smiled and took a few pictures of the girls with her phone.
Sandy blushed and tried to hide behind Michelle, “Where are those pictures going?!”
“To Stuart’s parents, my sister, and our Littlebook page.” Laurel smiled.
“The fuck is Littlebook?!” Sandy groaned.
“Language.” Stuart and Laurel rolled their eyes.
“It's essentially a site where Amazons can show off their littles. Not to brag, but I got a decent following.” Michelle smiled as she started to play with her boat.
“Might have to take her to the redesigner instead of the salon tomorrow.” Stuart whispered to Laurel as he saw how much body acne Sandy had.
“Sounds good.” she said as she got colorful bottle of soap out, “Alright, let's get you girls nice and clean. Laurel then proceeded to start and wash the girls’ bodies. Sandy pretty much let Laurel do whatever she wanted while Michelle was a bit more playful. She splashed the two Amazons a few times and Sandy once, a cold stare from Sandy insured it was the only splash. After about ten minutes the two girls were lifted out of the tub and swaddled in thick fluffy towels, Michelle in orange and Sandy in pink.
“Alright, let's get you two in your night diapers and give you are night bottles and then its off to bed.” Stuart said as the girls were carried to the nursery. Michelle was first up, she was dried off, powdered, and diapered in a diaper so thick Sandy thought that Michelle probably couldn’t even walk in it.
“Daddy!” Michelle whined, “I don’t want a crawler!”
“You drank almost twenty bottles today and only had two changes. You will get all the diaper you need.” He said and got a black and orange nightie out from a dressed and slipped it onto Michelle, “There you go.” He smiled and clipped an orange pacifier to the nightie before picking her up and setting her on the ground.
“Alright, let's make this nice and quick.” Laurel said as she dried Sandy off and set her on the table. Sandy was too tired to even think about resisting and even if she did she knew that she would be easily overpowered. Soon she was powdered, diapered in a thick dark blue diaper with stars on it, had her stitches redressed, and put in a pink and black striped onesie, “You look so adorable.” Laurel clipped a pink pacifier to the onesie after she set Sandy next to Michelle who was sucking away at her pacifier.
“Wait, don’t we need to brush our teeth?” She said as Laurel took more pictures.
“That's what your night bottle is for, it's a special formula that cleans your teeth as you drink it.” She said as Stuart came in with two bottles.
“Two night bottles for two very special little girls.” He gave the girls the bottles.
“Thanks daddy!” Michelle smiled and happily sucked on the bottle.
“Thank you sir.” Sandy sighed and started to drink the formula. This was different from her earlier bottle, it isn't as sweet and certainly not as creamy and it tasted minty, but it wasn’t bad. After both girls had finished their bottles they were both put in the large crib that was next to the changing table. Sandy smiled a bit as she was laid next to Michelle and tucked in.
“Good night you two.” Laurel cooed and kissed them both on the head.
“Sweet dreams.” Stuart patted their heads and set a baby monitor on the dresser, “We will see you in the morning.” He smiled and turned off the lights before leaving the room. As the lights dimmed the ceiling was illuminated with stars and moons coming from a globe projector on the dresser.
“Good night Mitch.” Sandy smiled and kissed the little next to her.
“Good night Sandy.” Micelle returned the kiss and shut her eyes.
4 Hours later
Sandy was awoken from her peaceful slumber by an uncomfortable pressure in her lower abdomen, “Michelle, Michelle.” She gently shook the girl.
“Huh, what?” Michelle yawned and looked around, “it's still night, what's wrong?”
“I have to pee.”
END OF CHAPTER
Next Time on: Tales From The Bureau: Sandy’s first full day as an adopted little is ahead of her, how will this experience affect her, and Markus is entrusted with a special mission for the Underground Railroad, one that could mean life and death for innocent littles.
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