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Chapter 1: I listened to Candy Says...a Velvet Underground song. The lyrics spilling past, clean, and through my mind... ”I’ve come to hate my body”. I stared at myself in the mirror. Naked after a shower. Water dripping. My hair a mess. Tangled past my shoulders. My phone had a message from my ‘Daddy’...I sometimes wondered if I thought of my girlfriend like that, because dad fucked off so many years ago. is my good girl feeling better? I didn’t know what to say. Is “HELL NO” too rude? Probably, be safe. I’m fine, just sad. It was the truth. A reply. shit...want me to come over??? Yeah. i’m on my way It had been a shit week. Got bullied by my boss, so I worked five unpaid hours this week. My mum isn’t talking to me...after I accidentally forgot her birthday. And my brother is off ‘discovering himself’ again, is another foreign country, doing his ‘gig economy freelance work’. He’s never going to grow up. And I’m me. I own a one bedroom apartment, that’s a ten minute train ride to the city. My name is Claire Doors, and I’ve been an out lesbian for two years. This is a journal of sorts, my sister, Jennifer, thinks I should keep one. She’s also another story. I have a collection of vinyl records, a draw of video games, a small kitchen and a bathroom that doubles as a laundry. Currently I’ve been playing a lot of old 70s music. Also, Helter Skelter is a great song. My Daddy thinks so too. She thinks we both like it because we’re damaged. She thinks way too much about these things. I think it’s just a song. I look for some clothes, I like to look decent for her. Some jeans and an old black shirt and I’m presentable. Within minutes my hair is brushed. I’m just above passable. I look in the fridge for leftovers. Some beef paddies and some bread. I’m going to make some nice burgers before she comes. I’m not much of a cook, but I’m a few levels above toast with cheese, so already I’m better than my girlfriend. By the time I hear a knock on the door, the sink has been filled with a pan, and the table in front on the TV has been set. I get the door. She’s there, in a beautiful dress. Her makeup always looks neat and perfect. She’s gorgeous, if you didn’t know. And I think I’ve just worked out why it is that I love her. “That smells great.” I hold out my arms, and we hug. “Anything for you.” “Don’t you meany anything for your Dad?” I roll my eyes. “Shut it.” She smirks, and I just feel oddly small all of a sudden, shrugging, I pull away. She can close the door if she’s going to act like a big dick. She takes my hand, and I lead her to the TV. I’ve got that same song playing. The looks in her eyes tell me everything. “No wonder you’re depressed. I’d be too, listening to that song.” I resisted the urge to shrug again. “Whatever, you hungry?” ”Yeah.” I looked at the clock, it was nine at night, I felt so tired already. She turned on the TV, and we watched a bad movie. Repo Man. I’d seen it before. She cleaned up afterwards, and we made out a little. Before we went to bed, I was too tired for anything else. But as we slept, I couldn’t help bringing her finger to my mouth, so I could suck on her knuckle. I know it’s weird, but she lets me. I’m not a kinky person, but I sleep better that way. I know she slips her finger away after a few minutes, but that’s enough for me to get drowsy. So I can pass out. I can’t wait until tomorrow; because it’ll be Saturday. All hail the weekend!

A/N: Another story that probably won’t have diapers, but will reference them, and talk about them, due to the context of the world this is set in. Please let me know what you think. Chapter 1: I finished high school with one of the highest scores in the state, and was in the top 100 in the country. If I were an Amazon, my school would’ve put my picture on the wall, because I was a little, it was an embarrassment. I was the best their school had to offer. I didn’t even attend graduation, they sent me my certificate in the mail. I was however offered scholarships, I took the least prestigious offer. Janet’s Academy. It’s well known for being a non-diaper University, and the best out of all of them. Their littles went on to go into all sorts of fields, form science to engineering. Even a few well known artists came out of there. We never left our country of Zanton though. It was strict about not forcing things, it was known as an equal opportunity nation. We even have littles member of parliament. They pushed for diapers no longer being mandatory in public, or in public buildings. I loved it, but progress was slow. Yes, you can’t just grab a little without facing jail time, but that didn’t mean people stopped looking down at you (I need some humour in there). Janet’s Academy is nicknamed dollhouse by Amazons, because it has facilities that actually suit the requirements of a little, I was so happy to find a toilet I could actually use my first night there...I wanted to cry. I know, that’s so fucking sad. Even some workplaces now have little offices in their buildings, probably helped by ‘little only’ businesses that are doing so well. They had to poach the competition somehow. It all worked in our favour, it took thirty years before littles actually took advantage of the law, and started their own businesses, and little bankers gave loans to right people ect. It took time, but out country was the best one if you wanted to be a little. Yes some people still wanted to be adopted, and stink in a diaper. I didn’t understand it, but in our country, that was niche, and highly regulated. Little trafficking is illegal, and adoption centres are actually pretty high class and they don’t accept any little. It’s actually become a complex process. Some people post online to ‘meet’ an Amazon for that kind of thing, but some people also saw fit to go to glory holes. It’s not my business. I couldn’t wait for class that next day. I had a desk, and a chair I could sit on. A far cry from my high school at home, where I had to sit on the floor. I was in an elevated desk, like my other little members. So we sat shoulder to shoulder with the other Amazon students. This University had was almost 50/50 in Amazon to little distribution. It was great. My teacher was doing math on the board. I had chosen engineering, if things went to plan, I’d be building hospitals soon. I was writing away, when the door opened. An Amazon was late, a beautiful one at that. Her hair was blonde, her eyes a shining blue. And she wore a white dress with ankle high boots. She didn’t just make my head turn, everyone was staring. She smiled rather awkwardly, before making her way across the room, finding a seat next to mine. I think I screwed up the lesson. I couldn’t un-notice her. She was right there, and my heart was going to beat out of my chest. It wasn’t long before she turned to me, with an odd look on her face. “Is there a problem? Because look, being against Amazons is just as bad as shitting on littles.” My eyebrows rose. “What? Wait, no! I just, have you seen yourself, you’re gorgeous”. Boy was I smooth. Her mouth went slack jawed. Yeah, this was very taboo. Amazons don’t date littles. That’s one thing that’ll never change. I mean, I couldn’t exactly have sex with her, I was barely tall enough to reach her knees. “You think I’m...God, I...don’t know what to say.” I think that’s one way to make an impression. I shrugged. “Don’t say anything. My name is Jane, I’m not plain. And I didn’t quite catch yours.” ”I’m Samantha.” She took out her hand. I put mind in hers, now I just felt like a dwarf. “Nice to meet you, would you like to have coffee with me.” She gently shook mine. “I’ve got a study session on, but I can give you my number. If you want.” Wait, what? She actually... I smiled. “That’d be lovely.” Just like that, I her contact on my phone. And she walked off, glancing back at me with a grin. When she was out of sight, I heard a: ”You have to tell me how you did that!” I turned to find another little looking right at me. He was pretty tall, probably a few inches from being a Mid, he was a whole head taller than me. But he was grinning wildly. “Do what?” I didn’t get it. He looked at me flabbergasted. “I need to know how to pick up chicks, you just did it, give me pointers.” ”I...be a confident and nice person?” Now I was even more confused. He just laughed. “You’re a riot. I do that all the time, I just end up rejected. Amazons don’t want me, other littles think I’m too tall and Mids think I’m too short. Everyone’s a critic you know. What about you? Only interested in giant girls?’ I almost stammered. “No, no, just that one. She was, I mean, did you see her.” He smirked. “Hell yeah I did, good on you. She was so much woman, maybe too much for me to handle, but obviously just enough for you.” He winked, I was mildly grossed out, but then he paused, handing out a card? “Call me if you ever want to hang out, it’s not just giants who have to study.” I watched him walk off, with more questions than answers. I get the feeling he often had that effect on people. The card read Jason Mason. What a name.

Chapter 3: Jennifer’s Perspective: It hit me like a ton of bricks. I arched my back. I sank in the sweat of it. Joan’s eyes...they seemed to dilate. Her hand gripping mine harder, as if... She gasped. “The pill...can it affect the bond of the other party?” I paused, a brain full of cotton. “It’s not widely known how the ‘Change’ affects the ‘Owner’...it can fuck them up too...sometimes they grow...extra anatomy...or—“ ”I know that,” Joan uttered. “But they’re not supposed to loose their shit. I want to....it hurts.” If Susan were here, she’d nerd out. It was rare for the owner to change as well, but it did happen. They say if the ‘pet’ undergoes a ‘retarded change’ (the medical word, not mine), then yes, the owner must to compensate. Amanda didn’t have much to any symptoms honestly. She got a bit hornier, maybe a bit more possessive, but not much changed. But, going into what appears to be a heat with your partner...unheard of. I gently took her hand, pulling her towards me. Which is awkward when you can’t use your legs. “Do you mind if I call Amanda?” I looked at her face, waiting to gage the response. She wasn’t freaking out, a good sign. But her eyes were glazed over. She turned to me. “Okay, where is your phone?” I pointed. “By the dresser.” She gave it to me, and I quickly dialed the number. “A...we need you.” ..... Amanda’s Perspective: I felt my phone buzz mid-rant. Susan looked like her life was saved. Normally, I would’ve turned it off, but it was Jen. Swiping up, I pull it to my ear. “Hey, are you okay?” I could hear the tightness in my voice. “Shit? Really...I’m coming.” I turned to Susan, “Does your lab have anything for...heats?” ”No. Why?” She looked at me as if that was the strangest thing I’d ever said. I felt a headache coming on. “Jen is about to have sex with a total stranger, and I’m scared to walk in on it...great. Could my day get any better.” I could tell Susan was about to speak, so I held up my hand, she closed her mouth. I wasn’t in the mood. ..... Jennifer’s Perspective: I couldn’t tear my eyes from her. Joan was curled next me, as if she was collapsing in on herself, and I felt the same. Grabbing her hand, I pulled her towards me, and she just held me tighter. Why did I have to break my legs again? The door opened, and Amanda walked in...by herself. Thank god for little miracles. “I’m going to kill Susan by the way. Jen, I didn’t bring any toys, if I had known you’d feel this way, I’d have brought them baby.” That’s when a very audible growl came from Joan. She looked as though she wanted to throttle someone. Well. Amanda, she wanted to throttle Amanda. That only made A laugh. “Calm down, it would’ve helped you too. I promise, actually you’re taking this much worse than Jen.” I sighed. “I took something very long to prevent as many side effects as possible...I didn’t know that could screw up the other party.” Amanda just shrugged. “Well, it’s not like you did this to her intentionally. In fact, Mother Nature is a bitch.” That’s when I felt very sharp teeth at my neck. I winced. She was...marking me...and I really liked it. What the hell??? Amanda’s eyebrows rose. “She really needs you baby, do you think she’d let me help.” I heard Joan snarl, she was far gone. I put my arms around the mess that was on my lap. “It’s going to be okay. We just want to make you feel good, is that okay?” The teeth in my neck seemed to ease, as she unhinged her jaw. A came closer, and I started to unbutton Joan’s jeans. Then pulled them down, and I felt Joan’s hand over mine. She practically pulled it into her underwear...and fuck...she was wet. I felt her clit, protruding. It was longer than I expected...I couldn’t help but wonder if her anatomy was changing too. But that was a conversation after all this. I stroked it, for longer than I care to admit, and she came, once, twice...I lost count. But after my wrist got sore, she collapsed into me. I was even sweatier than before, and was starting to hurt too. A didn’t say much, she just watched quietly, and when Joan fell asleep on me, she put her hand in my pants, and entered me. I groaned, I needed more, so she slipped in another finger. I wasn’t full enough. But...it was okay. She found my clit, and with practiced ease, I came soon after. It was a blur of everything...until it was nothing. Then all that was left was slick. “A”. I felt myself mumble. “Is that what it’s like with Susan, when she needs you?” ”Jen, it’s different for everyone, but when she needs me, it feels like my body is on fire. Like, it’ll swallow me whole, and melt me down. I never knew how to explain it to you.” Her eyes were dead serious, before she kissed my forehead. “But yes, I’m sure the feeling is similar. But I always enjoyed it more when you were there. I don’t know why...I think it’s because, you always were my buffer, even when everything changed, you were still there. “I couldn’t have asked for a better girlfriend.” I think that’s the most normal things that’s been said to me all day. I didn’t know how to take it, so I pulled A in for a kiss, with a groaning Joan on my lap. I just want to remind everyone, my legs feel like shit, yet that was still the best sex I’ve had in months. Could my life be any stranger? A/N: Thanks everyone who left the nice comments previously. Tell me what you think of this one...didn’t plan to write smut, but here we are.

Chapter 2: I woke up. Still is hospital. Amanda went to work, after a night of telling me what an idiot I am. Susan had curled up next to me...kind of like a cat. There were certain things that still changed you, things that can’t be ‘un-made’, if there is such a thing. Joan was sleeping in a chair. She’d kept her distance, watching me the whole time. I could tell she wanted to rip Amanda away, but she didn’t. “I told her not to.” I raised both eyebrows, looking down. “What?” Susan grinned, rather proud of herself. “I told her to back off...I didn’t want a repeat you know. Of us. It was a year of our lives we’re not getting back.” I nodded, it was hard not to agree. “I know. It was stupid.” ”You know know Amanda had a heart attack right, almost.” Well, that dampened whatever shitty mood I was in. “I’m aware.” It’s all I could think to say. “No you really don’t.” God, I didn’t know Susan could sound biting. I think she might leave scars...if we continue. I gather what little composure I had. “The pill doesn’t always work, and I’d rather die than be...that thing. Even then, there are certain side effects that will always remain. Don’t forget, I knew you before all this Susan. You hated being touched, the thought of a woman disgusted you. I remember once you telling me that you hated me, just because you did. “You were honest that way. I sometimes miss that. Then you saw Amanda, at that work party. I wish I never brought her, and you...changed.” She huffed gently. “You’re not going to turn into a mindless sex doll. I promise.” “You don’t know that.” She gently kissed my cheek, pulling me to her. “You won’t. This research as been in production for fifty years, that pill is a ‘prototype’ that fails in one in a thousand. I think you’ll be fine.” The window was looking oddly inviting right now. “No I won’t. We still don’t know how long it lasts. What if you were lucky, and I only last a year. I can’t do that.” Susan paused. “The Bond is hard...it’ll change you in someways...it’s inevitable. There’s only so much that can be done.” I wanted to scream at that. “I’d rather die.” It’s then Susan slapped me...hard. I just sat there in shock. I wanted to cry...again. Fuck, I was hoping for a good day. “I think you should leave.” Susan was about to protest, before I heard Joan speak. She sounded ready to kill. “You heard her.” Susan hesitated. “I promised Amanda—“ ”I will not repeat myself, leave, or I’ll make you.” Joan’s eyes were wide open, and just waiting for Susan to talk back. “You’ve a lot to discuss anyway. I’ll be in the waiting room.” When she walked out, Joan locked the door. “Is she always so...stupid?” I almost laughed. “Hardly, she’s one of the key researchers on our team. She made that pill possible about ten years ago...she was sixteen. A prodigy. She just, has to have her way.” Joan paused, “Why did you take it?” I glanced at her. “It was required, all personnel that were deemed too important to loose took it. I never thought I’d actually need it.” I could feel the bitterness drip from my voice. “Now I’m somewhere in between, I have all the rights of a human, but with some taken from me as a ‘pet’. “I can consent to sex...but soon will be infertile, like a good ‘pet’. All other side effects vary from person to person. I may go bald, or have chronic pain...there is a reason why this pill isn’t on the market, it can kill one in two hundred. Hardly a small number.” Joan sat on the bed. “I decided. I won’t treat you any less. But—“ ”Well thank you.” I snapped. “For being gracious enough to treat me with dignity. I suppose I should be grateful.” ”I don’t mean it like that!” Joan was getting rather flustered. “Then how do you mean it?!” I was being a right drama queen. But I couldn’t help it. I was high on emotion, with no way of getting down. “I was going to say, but I don’t want to be treated any less either. I’d...like to meet your girlfriend. I’d like to see if is can work out. Because I’m not leaving. I can’t...” I think she meant it too, which meant we were both pretty screwed, or so, I thought. I held out my hand, I should’ve done this at the beginning. “It’s nice to meet you Joan.” She looked at me oddly, before taking my hand. Then electric raced down my spine. I felt a warmth take over, as my faced flushed...oh shit. Don’t tell me I was in heat! ...... Amanda arrived, to find Susan sitting in the wrong room. Her face was scolding. “Why aren’t you with Jennifer?” Susan felt herself shrink into herself. “She told me to leave, and her...Joan told me to too!” ”Since when did you do what Jen asked?” Susan felt herself get even smaller. “I might have felt bad for hitting her.” Amanda saw red. “You did what? Oh Susan, we’re going to have a very long talk, and you’re not sleeping in our bed...for a very long time.” Well, wasn’t that swell? A/N: Tell me what you think! :)

A/N: I suppose I got really intrigued by the Keeper Universe idea, and really wanted to try it myself. Keep in mind this won’t be about diapers as such, but what if someone in that universe were a pet, but still human. They had all their rights, when they shouldn’t. I want to see the conflicts that arise from such things, and the implications. Please keep read if you’re interested. Wanings: This story has mentions of suicide. Chapter 1: The day I found out I was a pet, was the day I tried to commit suicide. I saw her eyes...and I think I fell in love. The movies didn’t do it justice, I felt weak to my knees, and my whole world changed. I would’ve died for her...I also would’ve died for me. So I tried. I jumped off the third floor. I was ‘lucky’ to have just broken both my legs. I woke in a hospital to a very distressed ‘owner’. “How could you?!” Those words flung right out of her mouth, with all the indignation I expected. I laughed. “I have a right to suicide, as a human, I get to die.” She seemed flabbergasted, not expecting the true, but I suppose to her...hurtful answer. “You’re not...or you won’t be for long.” Depending on the person...the “Transformation”, as it’s lovingly called, takes months. When your ears migrate to the top of your head, and a tail sprouts from your lower back. A disgustingly painful event, that rids you of what made you...you. I leaned into my pillow. “That won’t be happening...have you heard of Lab97?” It was where I worked...a known, but not widely understood place. Her nose wrinkled. She couldn’t believe what she just heard. “That aberration? It’s experimenting...dedicated to understanding pets and their physiology.” I smiled, for some reason, her confused face warmed my heart. I was definitely bonded...interesting. “It is, also dedicated to stopping the bond, and forcing someone to remain human...event after the ‘Change’.” Another word for a pets ‘Metamorphosis’. It’s like something snapped into place, she leaned into me, sniffing, her lips becoming pursed. “I knew there was something off...” I leaned into my pillow, a migraine coming on. “When I was Unbound, I took a special pill for 5 years, to prevent the change. Everyone in the lab did, for their own safety. I knew it would work, but I was also hoping to remain...Unbound.” I opened my eyes, and saw the hurt. It stabbed at me...but I had to take care of myself first...and I barely knew her. She took in a breath. “I’m going to have you checked.” She walked out, and had a nurse return with her twenty minutes later. Two hours later, she was shocked to find, that yes, I wasn’t transforming....and I was every bit as human as her. The blood work proved it. I had a thrill, the pill worked. Beautiful. She looked back at me, disgusted. “You’re messing with nature!” ”No, I just saved my life.” She didn’t know what to say to that. I sighed, holding out my hand. “My name is Jennifer. I live with my girlfriend. She won’t appreciate the situation...but I think she’ll accept it.” The woman...my owner, recoiled at the information. “You’re mine, you can’t...have a girlfriend.” My head pounded...she might as well as said ‘Bad Girl’...I shook it off. “As a human, I have every right. My girlfriend is human too, she’s the ‘Owner’ of another woman. Someone who took the same medication I did. She lives with us. I hated it at first, I’m very possessive. But I learned to live with it. I think you’ll have to too.” There was no room for argument, I had been with Amanda for a decade, it wasn’t about to end now. She went quite, before looking down to my still extended hand. Taking it. Hesitantly. “I’m Joan.” It was almost a whisper. It melted my heart, in an unexpected way. I took her hand and kissed her knuckle. She sighed, as if relieved. There was a knock at the door. Amanda, with Susan, she was always close behind. “How dare you?!” Yep, she wasn’t thrilled. “I just got a call from the hospital. You jump off a building, because some bitch has claimed you! What were you thinking?” I felt my face flush. “I wasn’t—“ ”Well, that’s sort of obvious.” Susan always took Amanda’s side, how annoying. Joan looked between us, fuming, great. I have a domestic on my hands. “Don’t talk to my Pet like that!” I felt myself grin at Susan’s face, she was flabbergasted. Amanda took her hand. “Don’t use that word...ever! They’re people!” ”Yeah, because she ruined herself!” Joan accused. Well...that hurt rather unexpectedly. I felt my eyes start to water, and before I knew it, I was well on my way to crying. Joan turned, deer caught in the headlights. Repulsed at her own words. She went to touch me, I hated that I needed it, so I flinched. Amanda took my hand then, turning to Susan, “Please give us space.” Susan just nodded, walking past the door. Joan stepped forward, and Amanda shot her a look. The one she loved to use as a lawyer. “That includes you too!” Before Joan could utter a word, I was crying in Amanda’s arms. So she let herself out. ............ Susan was outside, in the waiting room, when Joan joined her, sitting rather uncomfortably. “She’ll never love you more than Amanda.” Joan’s face contorted. “What?” ”It’s true...I thought I could tear them apart when I first had her, the Bond made me feel so sure. Instead, it almost tore her apart. She wouldn’t have left me for Jennifer, if I had made choose. She did...her. I thought I did something wrong, why wasn’t I enough. Why does she go to Jen for everything before me? I had to let it go, they’ve been together a long-time, so let me tell you, what I had to find out the hard way. Don’t get between them, she’ll never choose you over Amanda.” Joan just sat there, is shock, if any Pet had said that, she’d have though they’d be caged for months...and they’d love it. Or they were meant to... But Susan was human, so was Jennifer, oh...this was do many layers of fucked up. ............. I turned to Amanda, and held her. It felt good, like it always did. Like when we were in college, and I cried about my only ever failed Exam. God, I hated that class. She looked down at me. “It’s going to be okay, I promise. We could always try to break the bond...or you could always try to form one with me.” i laughed, horse. “It’s not like starting a band A. You know how hard these things are. It hurts just staying human. My body feel lethargic. My head is spinning. I know from Susan, I’ll stay human, but it doesn’t feel right, as if, I broke more than just my legs.” A just climbed into bed with me. I tuned into her. “I wish it were you, I don’t mind Susan, but I wish it was just us.” i knew I hurt her by saying that. Especially after all that drama, all those years ago. But it was true. “It’ll be okay, I’m always here for you, and so is Susan. She loves you too.” I felt a smile starting. “I know, I love her too. But it’s not the same.” ”I know,” Amanda whispered. “It never is”.