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My apologies! My life has been slowly, but surely, turned upside down. I haven't forgotten about Layla, Kara, and Irene. I will continue this story when things calm down a little!

Great idea to not only make the title screen immersive but also the movie itself! I wonder how Ava is going to handle a Mexican style dinner..

Not really in the know with the American/Nacirema court system or rullings, but I did get the 'Ruth' reference! Well, I hope it was a reference ?

Things are getting interesting, curious to see what the week will entail.

Or even four! But I didn't tell you that ?

Great chapter! Love the interaction between Hector and Ava and their conversation about Tiffany. And as a horror fan, I do hope you flesh out the movie!

Glad Beth and her dad have moved succesfully! (for now) and are doing okay. Thanks for the update!

It doesn't have to happen in person, as it showed in the chapter, as for someone else... We'll see. Thank you! Everyone is still fair game at this point! Thanks! As for the spanking, it's still the earth dimension rules, so a little more... 'dignity'

Chapter Thirteen “Ray, get everyone out of this room,” I mumbled, moving my lips as little as possible and my eyes fixed on the screen. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ray nodding and handing me his tablet as he turned around. “Private meeting everyone!” He shouted. I heard people getting up and shuffling towards the door. David Jones and his, compagnion, stared silently at me with a big grin on both of their faces. They know. They know I was not prepared for a bomb shell like this to be dropped down on me. “All clear, want me to stay?” Ray asked. I turned my face around to look at him and saw that he was standing in the doorway. “No,” I stated coldly and quickly fixed my gaze back towards the screen. I heard the door close softly behind me and ‘she’ began talking immediately. “How have you been my little pumpkin butt? Mommy misses you very much!” She said a little too excited. David still had that stupid shit eating grin on his face, so pleased with himself. “I doubt that,” I said while shooting daggers at her. “I am sure you have replaced me immediately with someone else to torment.” “Oh, of course! I was heartbroken when I found out you escaped to your home dimension. It left a void only a Little could fill up,” she explained. “Little Johnny John can’t wait to meet his big sister! Or, well, after all that you have done, I guess little sister.” “What do you hope to achieve with this, David?” I asked, turning my attention towards him and ignoring her. Enough with the niceties and pleasantries towards them. “I was just hoping to reunite a mommy with her daughter, same as you,” he replied, still with the grin plastered on his face. “Sure,” I scoffed at him. “If I had to guess, you found her the same way you found Layla’s mother.” “Not that many Littles go missing here, let alone leave our dimension! So it wasn’t that hard,” he chuckled. “I figured,” I simply nodded. I better get this over quickly before they try to pull something nasty. “What’s the new deal you’re going to propose?” “Look at you, trying hard to be a big girl!” She squealed. I ignored her again. It seemed like David was trying his best to do the same. “I guess we can go back to one of your first offers of two Littles instead of the requested three,” He said, slowly removing that grin on his face. “Why back down all of the sudden? What is the catch here?” I asked him. “You look very stressed, are you getting enough sleep? Breastmilk?” The woman interrupted again. As if it was a silent agreement, David and I both ignored her. “The catch? Such a distrusting kind you Littles are. There is no catch, just a little request,” David replied, his grin has softened into a little smile. “Spit it out,” I said, losing my patience. He and the woman locked eyes for a moment and returned their attention back to me. “In exchange for Major Matthew, we of course would like Layla back in her mothers arms. Layla’s mother has lost quite a bit of sleep thanks to that little prank you pulled a week ago and is worried sick about her little girl,” He said, taking his time. “The second Little we’re requesting is you, Irene,” David finished. His eyes beamed, his smile crooked in an evil manner. Beside him the woman was almost jumping up and down in her chair from joy. “Never,” I said with venom in my voice. “Don’t you want to come back home to your mommy? Ireniepeenie?” The woman asked. Hearing my pet name again after all those years was simply horrible. “Never,” I asserted again. “Think about it for a minute. Without you, we don’t have a deal,” David said. “Never,” I maintained. “So no deal then? I wonder how your higher ups will take your answer,” He threatened me. “They will defend me to the death,” I assured David. “Mhm, are you sure?” He asked. Truth is, I wasn’t. They would do everything to save their own hides. Throwing me under the bus, or through the portal, was no exception. “One hundred percent,” I replied. “Always so sure of yourself. Tell me Ireniepeenie, when was the last time you had a blowout?” The woman said. This was bad, very bad! After all those years I never succeeded in removing some of the triggers she had implanted in me thanks to hypnoses I had undergone. I quickly brought the tablet to my face and searched for the disconnect button. “Let’s see, are you smart enough to still be in diapers, or stubborn enough that you wear panties?” She asked. “Is Irenepeenie making poopiewoopies for her mommy?” She yelled with great enthusiasm. Violent cramps were hitting my bowels immediately. I let the tablet drop out of my hands, who I quickly placed on my stomach. I dropped down to my knees and let out a loud grunt. “You still know how to make mommy happy,” the woman yelled. I ignored her taunts while I grabbed the tablet with my right hand. “If you ask me, that's the only position a Little should be in, on its knees,” David said. I smacked the screen a couple of times while I involuntarily pushed out a load, right into my underwear. “Look, it’s already playing like a go-” David said before I finally cut the connection and the screen went black again. I spent the next half hour uncontrollably messing myself on the office floor. I had quickly pulled off my pants with some effort when the feed with the other dimension ended, in the hope to save it at least a little. In the end I managed to save my pants somewhat. I wiped my bottom clean with some office paper. A terrible material for a task like this, but it was all I got at hand, I will do a better job when I get to a restroom. I put my pants back on and jumped a little when the cold wetness touched my butt. I grabbed the tablet and quickly walked through the door. On the other side Ray was waiting for me. “What took so long?” He asked. “Room has turned into a biohazard, don’t let anybody enter until it’s taken care of,” I said, walking quickly past Ray. “Um, okay. How did it go?” He asked. I got to the elevator and got in. “We got it down to two now,” I said turning around. “You better take the next one,” I said, pressing the button for the nursery floor. I got out and quickly walked towards my office. I quickly closed the door to my office and slumped against it, letting the tears stream down my face. ------------------------------------------------------------ “So Butters can come, but he will be tiny compared to the rest of your world. I can’t drink any alcohol at all, no matter the circumstances. Coffee could be an option, but only if I am a good girl, and I have to use my diapers at all times?” Kara asked me again, summarizing her big list of questions. “I think so,” I said, “The most important rule is that you never leave mommy’s side when you’re outside, or someone else that you trust.” “Why is that?” Kara asked. “There is some protection for adopted Littles, not so much for an independent Little. An Amazon can’t just pick you up and take you to their home. Some Amazons think those laws are ridiculous and ignore them anyway,” I explained. “Don’t they get caught and punished?” Kara asked, a little shocked. “Only the ones that take an already adopted Little. If you’re unadopted, law enforcement will side with the Amazon, if they get involved. Which isn’t the case most of the time,” I sighed. “One of the reasons why I let myself be adopted by my mommy. It’s simply saver that way, and I knew what I was getting into with her.” “Considering all that you have told me, I guess so,” Kara said, playing with her feet a little. “But why the diapers and baby clothes?” Kara asked, looking down. “I mean, if you both knew each other before your adoption, I guess your mommy knows you don’t need diapers?” “That’s true,” I stated. “This is easier than hanging me above an Amazon sized toilet,” I explained while patting the front of my used diaper. “And when I started nursing, my bladder and bowel control went out of the window completely anyway. So diapers were the obvious choice.” “You did mention that earlier,” Kara said. “Uhu, as for the baby clothes, dress the part. You’re a lot safer if you look like a well taken care of Little. If a Little dresses and acts like a grown up, most Amazons will see that as a challenge. They will try everything to make you look like an immature Little who can't take care of yourself. If they succeed in that, they are free to adopt you on the spot” I explained further. “That all sounds really messed up,” Kara acknowledged. “It really is! I lost most of my friends that way. One day you’re in class with them, the next day you see them strapped in a stroller with a yellowed diaper around their waist,” I said, followed with a loud sigh. “I am sorry,” Kara whispered while she grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “Speaking of yellow diapers, it seems like you two could use a change,” nanny stated. “You were listening?” I asked her. “Only overheard the last part, don’t worry,” nanny chuckled. “Looks like you two get along again, don’t you?” “Uhu,” Kara and I both said in unison. “Good! Let’s get those butts in some fresh pristine diapers,” nanny chirped, helping us both to our feet. Nanny changed us both, me in a matching pink diaper and Kara in a blue diaper that matches her shirt. We were instructed to take our place at the table and gave us our bottles. It tasted similar to mommy’s breast milk but it felt a little off. It wasn’t as creamy or sweet as I was used to. I wondered if Kara knew. In between sips we resumed our conversation. “So what do you think?” I asked Kara. “Do you want to come with me?” “I don’t know. The way you described it, it sounds both tempting and horrifying at the same time,” Kara answered. “For an independent Little it does,” I answered honestly. “But you can be adopted right away by my mommy when you arrive. So you don’t have to worry about that.” “That’s true,” Kara said, pondering a little. “What else?” “Just the fact that I’ll be giving up my independence? I mean, life here is far from perfect, but I do get choices. Whether it is choosing between jobs or something simple as drinking a glass of wine, not that I drink much. The choice to get out of the house when I want, even if it is in the middle of the night, or get out of bed late afternoon,” Kara explained. “I understand. What about instead of thinking what you can’t do anymore, start thinking about what you get in return?” I tried to reason with Kara. “Well, no more stress because of my job, bills, what to cook, and what to wear. No more loneliness or trying to take care of my house plants,” Kara rambled on. “You’re forgetting one thing,” I said. “The most important thing, feeling at ease with yourself. No more anxiety.” “That does sound nice,” she sighed. “Sometimes I wonder why I became a police officer. There are days that I am deathly afraid to see or even be around people, let alone talk to them!” Kara’s eyes were tearing up a little. She quickly put the nipple of the bottle at her lips and slowly took sips from it. After a minute she removed it again. “Are you okay?” I asked worried. “A little,” Kara said, rubbing her eyes. “One more curious question?” “Only one?” I chuckle, trying to brighten her mood. “For now,” Kara answered. “What if I don't like your dimension at all? Can I come back here? To mine?” “I, I don’t know,” I stammered out. “I didn’t know a place like this existed until a week ago. I am not sure if mommy knows, but maybe Ed or nanny knows? Or they know someone who knows?” Kara only nodded and resumed drinking her bottle. I followed her lead and did the same. We drank the rest of our bottles in silence, letting out an enormous belch when we were done. “Good girls!” Nanny praised us as she approached us. “How about an activity?” She suggested. ----------------------------------------- “Thank you for coming to us with this information.” The man behind the desk said, dropping the folder on his desk. “As you may have noticed, our options are slimming down quickly.” “I have. One of the reasons why I approached you sir,” I replied. “May I ask why you waited?” He asked sincerely. “Gathering up more evidence, maybe hoping that drastic measures weren't needed?” I asked rhetorically. The man behind the desk nodded. “As of today, it seems that drastic measures are our only option,” he said, grabbing the screen that stood on his desk and turning it to face me. It flickered on and it showed me Irene talking to the representatives of the other dimension. “I guess the talks are not going the way we had hoped?” I asked, shifting a little to the edge of my seat and tightened my grip on the stress ball. “Watch closely,” The man behind the desk instructed. He increased the volume so I could hear them more clearly “Let’s see, are you smart enough to be still in diapers, or stubborn that you wear panties?” The woman had asked Irene. My gut told me those two must have some history together, seeing the way they are interacting. I guessed Irene had met her in the other dimension. “Is Irenepeenie making poopiewoopies for her mommy?” The woman yelled, making sure Irene had heard her. Immediately Irene slumped down to the ground and started grunting. “Is she? Is she messing herself?” I said, not hiding the shock in my voice. “Yes,” He said, turning off the screen. “As of today, we no longer deem Irene fit for the job. There is too much at stake here. We hoped Irene's experience would come in handy here. Sadly for us, and her, she has proven otherwise.” “What’s the plan?” I asked him, leaning back into the chair a little. “We are looking for someone to replace her, and who are better candidates than the two people who worked directly under her?” He asked. “So you’re looking at me and Ray,” I stated, kneading the stress ball in my hand “We were, until,” The men said, pointing at the folder I had handed him an half hour ago. “Ah, I understand,” I said. “So how about it? You take it?” He asked, intertwining his fingers. “What about Irene?” I asked. Somewhere I hoped they would treat her too harshly, especially after what I just saw. “We’ll handle it, just like Ray. Don’t worry about it,” he waved it off I nodded a little and began to think it through. I already knew Irene’s job description. Instead of carrying out orders I would be giving them, plus the increase in responsibility of course, and keeping good relation with the other side of the portal. I felt a little bit guilty towards Irene and Ray by even considering this position I was offered. Still, if they had played by the rules, this wouldn’t have happened. “How big would the increase of my salary be, percent wise?” I asked him. He gave me a wide smile and started writing numbers on a piece of paper. He slid it over to me and I picked it up. “When do I start?” I asked, looking at the numbers. “Immediately.”

Great story and great art! Love the references in it. Thank you!

I finally caught up, great chapters! Glad to see Beth is 'growing up' again and I think we're going to see more of Addy in the future. Curious to see what's in store for Cameron at law school!

Wonder no more! ? As for the third person, nothing is set in stone... yet. Thank you!? I guess the fun chat will be one sided...?

Thank you! ? Sorry, can't help being little proud of this one! And we will see in the next chapter how the meeting will affect Irene With how Irene left things the last time he had to step up his game! ??

Thank you! Glad you're liking the behind the scenes! Maybe an enema is a good idea ? And with all the insecurities it comes with it. Thank you! In a blink of an eye? Indeed the paci Layla already had when she went through. Thanks! Chapter Twelve I woke up the next morning after crying myself to sleep last night. To my disappointment, no one from the control room came down to help me with the stupid pacifier. I sat up straight and looked down at Layla, who was still sleeping soundly. I slowly suckle the pacifier as I let out a steady stream into the diaper. I pulled at the pacifier, hoping that I could remove it after some time had passed. After a few attempts I gave up and grabbed one of the stuffed animals that lay in the crib and hugged it. I eyed the door occasionally, hoping that Helen would come through it. I had no idea what her hours were, and since there wasn’t a clock hanging somewhere in the nursery I had to guess the time thanks to the fading light of the glow in the dark stars After a while Layla began stirring in her sleep, shifting her position a couple of times before falling in a deep sleep again. I prodded her diapered butt a little, hoping that she would wake up and help me with the pacifier. She gave no reaction to my prodding, I refrained from using more force, afraid that she would wake up angry and inflate the pacifier even more. I laid down on my back again and huffed some air out through my nose. I almost fell asleep when I heard the nursery door open. I sprung up as Helen stepped in and the lights slowly grew brighter. “Good morning Kara, you’re up early,” Helen chirped, walking towards the crib. “Mmmhmmh!” I moaned behind the enormous pacifier, pointing at it. “Seems like Layla knows how to share,” Helen cooed softly. She slowly started to rock Layla back and forth. “Are you getting up, sweety?” “Mmhmh!” I moaned again, pointing angrily at the pacifier again. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. “Just pull it out if you want to say something Kara,” Helen said, reaching for the pacifier. “Here,” she said, grabbing the pacifier by its clip and pulling at it. I screamed behind it from the pain and pulled away from Helen’s hand. “Why is it stuck?” Helen said, a little confused. I angrily pointed at Layla, who was slowly waking up. Helen got the message and turned her attention towards Layla. “Layla, do you know how to remove the pacifier Kara has in her mouth?” Helen asked her. Layla sat up and slowly rubbed her eyes. Sleepish she looked at me and slowly got her hand up to my mouth. She pushed something on the pacifier and I felt it deflate immediately. I quickly spat it out and rubbed my jaw. After the pain had subdued I angrily looked at Layla. “What kind of pacifier is that?” Helen asked as she picked up the drool covered pacifier. She pushed the front a couple of times and saw the bulb inflate again. “So that’s why you couldn’t remove it,” Helen noted. “Layla put it into my mouth last night in order for me to shut my mouth!” I yelled while pointing at Layla. “And she refused to help me remove it!” “I wanted to sleep and you wouldn’t shut up,” Layla yawned. “Layla, that isn’t how you’re supposed to treat your sister,” Helen scolded. “She isn’t my sister,” Layla mumbled, rubbing her eyes again. “Maybe not by blood,” Helen explained, helping Layla out of the crib. “But she sacrificed a lot so that you feel at ease here. Something I think you should be thankful for,” Helen continued as she unsnapped the onesie at the crotch and helped Layla out of it. Layla groaned at the words as the onesie passed her head. Helen grabbed the changing mat and laid Layla on it. Helen quickly removed the wet diaper and wiped her clean. She tossed the used diaper and wipes in the diaper pail and helped Layla up again. “So I think a punishment is in order,” Helen declared, leading the naked Lyla to one of the chairs. “What?! NO!” Layla screamed, trying to pull her arm away without any luck. Helen had firmly grasped her arm. “Yes,” Helen stated calmly as she sat down. “I know you’re going through a lot, but that is no excuse to treat other people badly. As for the past few days, your behaviour leaves a lot to be desired.” “Please, I’ll be good from now on,” Layla said as she got pulled over Helens lap. “I still have to do this,” Helen sighed. I watched from the crib as Layla got her punishment. With the first few swats I was happy Layla got the consequences of her action. When Layla started crying after ten or so swats, my heart filled with pity. As her cries became louder I turned away, not wanting to look anymore. Sure she was acting like a brat the last few days, but did she really deserve something like this? If I was pulled away from my world at an instant and not knowing when I could return, I would become grumpy and irritated too. Especially after people say they can get you back. I grabbed another stuffed animal and hugged it tightly, hoping to drown out the smacks and cries. The spanking finally stopped and the crying soon followed. I heard some sniveling behind me and turned around. Layla and Helen moved down to the changing mat again and Layla was put in another diaper. I turned around too late to see the state of her bottom. A plain pink shirt was pulled over her head and was instructed to sit down at the table. “Kara, it’s your turn,” Helen stated calmly. I slowly got out of the crib with her help and my onesie was removed and my diaper changed. I was put in a plain baby blue shirt and instructed to sit at the table as well. I sat down opposite of Layla, who was staring at the ground, occasionally sniveling her nose. Our oatmeal and bottles filled with milk arrived shortly and we ate it in silence. Once we were done Layla sat herself down in front of the closet staring at her feet. I was unsure what to do. I looked at Helen who was cleaning up the mess we made. “What now?” I asked her. “Talk to her?” Helen suggested. I could see from her face she felt a little remorseful. “Maybe you could say you aren't mad at her?” “Would that help?” I wondered, looking over at Layla. “No harm in trying,” Helen chirped softly as she put everything on a tray. I slowly got up and waddled over to Layla, I plopped down next to her and gave her reassuring smile. She shot me a meekly glance and stared back at the ground. “I am sorry you got spanked,” I began. “I am not mad at you or anything for putting that pacifier in my mouth. I just want to help you feel somewhat at home.” “I know,” Layla replied. “I am sorry for inflating the pacifier.” “Thank you,” I said, grabbing her hand and squeezing it softly. “It must be hard for you to be so far away from home,” I said, letting the topic of the pacifier rest. I was curious why she had such a pacifier with her, maybe that was a question for later. “Uhu,” Layla answered. Tears started to well up in her eyes. I embraced her and hugged her tightly while she sobbed. “I-I just want to go h-home.” “I know,” I whispered. “I miss my m-mommy, Ollie, my f-f-friends, daycare,” Layla stuttered. “I want my o-own nursery, and m-my own clothes and diapers. I-I hate it here.” “Not everything I hope?” I asked her playfully. “N-no, You’re nice,” Layla shook her head. “And nanny t-too if she isn’t spanking me.” We both chuckled a little at her remark. “Thank you for saying that,” I said, kissing the side of her head. “What else?” I asked. “What do you mean?” Layla asked, wiping away the tears. “What else is on your mind? How do you feel besides missing your mommy and Ollie?” “Oh,” she stated. The room filled up with silence while Layla thought of an answer. I let go of her and let her think about it in peace. After a while she answered. “I hate this anxious feeling that’s growing inside of me ever since I stumbled into this dimension. I feel angry and frustrated at everything and everyone. Before I was adopted by my mommy I also had those feelings. I thought it was normal to feel anxious all the time, and that everyone else in the world felt the same. That’s until I met mommy, and those feelings disappeared completely. She makes me feel at ease and most of all, loved,” Layle explained with a sigh. “I am sorry for last night. It was wrong of me to take it out on you.” “It’s okay, now I know why you did that, I am sorry you feel anxious all the time,” I said, giving her a weak smile. “Do you ever feel that way?” Layla asked me. “Sure,” I answered immediately. “I am filled with self doubt. Am I a good enough police officer? A good friend? Do I take good care of Butters? And plenty more. It feels like I am stumbling across life without a clear path in view,” I said, murmuring the last bit. This time Layla gave me a strong hug and petted the top of my head. “Maybe, well. If,” Layla said with a pause in between, thinking out loud. “What is it?” I asked her. “Well, do you like your life at the moment?” Layla asked. “It’s okay, I think. If it wasn’t for Butters it would be a lot darker,” I answered honestly. “What about the other police officer? The one that was with you when you picked me up?” Layla continued. “You mean Gavin?” “Yeah, don’t you two get along?” “A little, when it’s just the two of us in the squad car he is okay. But since I am the runt of the station I get made fun of, and he joins in from time to time. I tried to get my supervisor to listen to me, but to no avail.” “That’s terrible!” “I know. Transferring doesn't help, I already did that twice. For a partner I guess Gavin is the lesser of the evils.” “I understand, one of the reasons why I choose to wear diapers over panties in college. Sure the diaper changes are embarrassing, but it's better than the tauntings about panties. Plus they try to make you wet or mess your panties on purpose a lot more when you wear them. They see it like a challenge to get you back in diapers.” “I think I get it,” I answered, unsure how to react to that. “Okay,” Layla noded. “What I wanted to ask was, maybe, you euhm, want to come with me?” She blurted out. “Back to your dimension you mean?” I said, a little shocked. “If you want,” Layla fidgeted. “I mean, I have lots of friends, but a sister would be fun and mommy was thinking about adopting another one,” she continued shyly. “I don’t know, while I do enjoy being in diapers, I like being an adult, and I have to think about Butters too. Even if I wanted to, I am not sure if they would let me,” I said, pointing at the two way mirror. I felt my cheeks turn red while thinking about a life in the other dimension. Sure I had entertained that thought before, but giving up every adult privilege I had? No bills to pay though, or the stress of a job, then again no alcohol or going somewhere yourself. I have read about some adult babies that live that way, they always had the choice to go back. I am not sure If I had that same choice in Layla’s dimension. “Maybe if you ask them nicely?” Layla suggested, breaking my train of thought. “Maybe, I have to think about it first, and ask you a whole lot of questions,” I answered. “Okay, what do you want to know?” Layla asked. “Can Butters come too?” ------------------------------------------------- “No news yet?” I asked Ray as we looked down at the nursery. I was getting a little worried that my plan had failed. It had been more than a week since I abruptly ended our conversation with David Jones in the hopes the mother would step up. “Nothing yet,” Ray answered, swiping away on his tablet. “If you want we can try to make contact with them?” “No. They will see it as a sign of weakness,” I answered. “Okay, you probably already know, but the board is getting impatient,” Ray said, locking his tablet. “I know, I know. Just a few more days. Mr. Jones will come around,” I said calmly. I was in a tough spot. Not knowing what the other dimension was planning, if they were planning anything at all. And the board of directors who wanted Matthew in our dimension as soon as possible. Last week I began wondering why Matthew Lesser was so important to them. He was just a military advisor, we already had tons of them, and all of them replaceable. There must be something else they are planning without involving me. “I hope so,” Ray stated. “Anything else I can do for you?” “As for the moment, no, thank you,” I replied. Ray left my side and sat down at his desk. I kept my position in front of the mirror, looking down at the two babies. Sadly my plan to replace the milk and water in their bottles with breastmilk had failed. I had my doubts but it was worth a shot. Layla was still progressing day by day, but at least it seemed to stagnate a little by now and didn’t cause any major problems for us. Only for poor Kara who had spent the night suckling on a locking pacifier. Ed wanted to walk down and intervene but I had to stop him. I reminded him that sisters sometimes can be nasty towards each other and that Layla will receive a just punishment from Helen in the morning. After a little sputtering he agreed with me and walked away. “Irene?” Ray startle me. “Yes?” I answered him, turning around to face him. “Speak of the devil and he shall appear,” he chuckled. “We have David Jones on screen downstairs.” “Finally,” I said, not showing the huge relief I was feeling. I followed Ray to the elevator and down the hall and entered the room. Everyone was busy at their desks, no head turned around to see who came through the door. The way I wanted it, it meant that they were focused on their workload. “Same screen?” I asked Ray. “Sure, here he comes,” Ray said, grabbing his tablet and swiping on it. The screen turned on in one swift motion and showed two people. It was David Jones and the most vile person I have ever met. I felt my heart beating faster in my chest, the hairs in my neck stood upright, and my fingernails dug into the palms of my hands. “There is my little Honeybun!” She screeched.

Thanks! ? ? But is it going to be for better or worse? Chapter Eleven “Ed, take a smoke break with me, will you?” Ray asked me, leaning on my desk. “You know I don’t smoke, why would I?” I questioned back, not looking up from my monitor. “Ed,” Ray insisted. I looked up to face him and saw a big frown on his face. He looked a little too serious. “Alright,” I said with a sigh. I finished the last paragraph of my report and logged off from my computer. “Lead the way,” I said as I stood up and motioned for him to move. Whatever Ray has on its mind, it’s probably serious enough. Even if it wasn’t serious, he wouldn’t stop bugging me until I went with him. I followed Ray down the hallway and into the elevator. Ray pushed the button for the ground floor and the doors closed. “So, what’s so important?” I asked him, staring at the doors. “Not here,” Ray whispered and put his finger to his lips. I let out a little groan, wondering why he was so mysterious. Finally the doors opened and we walked outside through the hallway. The sunlight blinded our eyes and we grabbed our sunglasses. Ray shiftly looked around and pointed at a dumpster. “There,” he whispered. I followed him in silence and arrived at the dumpster. Ray grabbed his pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took one out. “You sure?” He asked, reaching the pack towards me. “No, now tell me what is so important?” I asked, a little irritated. Ray slowly lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply. I felt like I was back in high school, standing next to the dumpster hoping not to get caught while smoking in secret. “How much do you know about Irene?” He asked. I gave him a puzzled look, not sure where he was going with this. “Not all that much,” I admitted. “She is our boss that oversees this operation. I have no clue about her homelife or if she has a husband, boyfriend, or a girlfriend. She is not really what I call an open book.” “Right, what do you think of her attitude towards, well all this? Kara, Layla, the operation?” He asked. I still didn’t get what he was getting at. I thought the events over in my mind. “Well, ever since we picked up that report about Layla, she seems a little cold, unnerved maybe? I don’t know, she is acting differently though, I have picked up on that. As to why, I don’t know,” I rambled on. “I mean, we have prepared for a case like this, one of them coming into our dimension. It couldn’t be a surprise for Irene that it finally happened, right?” I questioned Ray. He took a long drag from his cigarette and inhaled deeply. “Right, so you have noticed her behaviour change too,” Ray exhaled. “Since we had contact with the other dimension she is acting differently, a little too hostile towards them for my taste.” Ray said, taking another drag. “ I have found out why. Turns out Irene has spent up to five years in Layla’s dimension,” Ray coldly stated. “She what?” I was shocked! “How? How did that happen? How did she get back? Just how?!” I bursted out, just too many questions as to how. I thought bringing another person back to its original dimension was never achieved!. “Easy,” Ray said, trying to shush me. He looked around quickly and focused back on me. “I know, I know. It’s all new information to me too. But can you imagine? Five whole long years in that dimension?” Ray asked. “How did you find out?” I wondered. “Easy, I got access into the database and found a secret personal folder containing all this information,” Ray explained. “You what?” I yelled. “Why would you ever do that!? You know what kind of punishment is on that!” I was shocked. How could Ray be so stupid! He knows the dangers of snooping around the compound and database, at least I am pretty sure he does. We all got the same warning at orientation. “Lower your voice idiot!” Ray hissed. “I just got a little suspicious by Irene’s mood shift, that’s all.” “And that’s a good reason to snoop around?! A mood shift?!” I yelled again, throwing my arms up in the air to emphasize my point. “You know Irene, one thing you can count on is that she has a very consistent mood. Doesn’t matter the weather, season or stress from the job,” Ray explained. “And lower your damn voice,” he added. “True,” I said, lowering my voice. “So now we know what you want to do with it?” “I don’t know, that’s why I told you, you’re good at things like this,” he smiled. “Great, dragging me down with you,” I sighed and shook my head. ------------------------------------------------------------ It has been a week since I came down to the nursery and been a pretend sister for Layla. I couldn’t really believe it, a whole week of using diapers, changes, drawing, and sleeping in a crib next to Layla. Luckily for me I settled in quickly and got over the embarrassment of the big two way mirror and only walking around in a diaper. Well, that was until it was bath time. Bath time considered using a washcloth and a bucket of lukewarm water with soap in it that Ed brought down. For a facility like this you think they would’ve thought everything through twice and added a bath, or even a sink. Sadly, Layla and I had to stand on a big towel in the middle of the room while we were scrubbed down by Helen. Layla and I had our arms across our chests holding our towels, shivering a little bit while nanny put the bucket with dirty water in front of the door. “Sorry about that,” Helen apologized while rubbing Layla dry. “Let’s get you back into a diaper and something warm, how is that?” Helen asked her. Layla only nodded slightly. Helen turned to me and dried me off too and instructed us to stand next to the crib. We were quickly put in identical white diapers and in footed-sleepers. Mine baby blue again with dark blue cuffs, Layla in her pink one with white cuffs. “Is that better?” Helen asked us. We nodded simultaneously while looking at Helen. “Good! So what do you want to do Layla? I can braid your hair?” Helen asked her. I have noticed Helen almost always asked Layla first for things she wants. I kinda figured that since I took this job, still I couldn't help feeling a little envious. “Reading?” Layla asked, pointing at the tiny stack of books on the table. A few days ago Layla asked for something else to read instead of a colorful farm animal book. At first Helen had a surprised look on her face and quickly typed something on her phone. Apparently Irene and the other people upstairs had agreed to send a few books down, mostly books for little kids with a bit more text in it. When Layla read through all those, she had requested books without pictures in it. Which, again, management agreed with. They send down copies of The Hobbit and the Redwall series. “Of course you can,” Helen chirped and walked us down to the table. Layla plopped down on her seat and immediately continued reading The Hobbit. I instead picked up the pencils and started practicing my art work. It still wasn’t anywhere close to Layla’s work, but I was happy with the progress I was making. Helen gave us our bottles of warm milk and we both took our occasional sips from it. I noticed it tasted a little different than a few days ago, but shook it off as them trying some sort of almond milk to see if Layla likes that better, which she did. “Where are you now?” I asked Layla after a while, feeling a little bored of drawing. “The dwarves just entered Lake Town,” Layla answered, a little irritated, not looking up from her book. “Oh, Okay,” I answered meekly. I stood up, letting Layla read her book in peace. I walked over to a little playmat that was spread out in front of the closet and sat down on it. I made a tower out of the blocks that were on it and let it fall down again. I repeated the process a couple of times before leaning my back on the closet and letting out a sigh. This sure wasn't what I thought it was going to be. Layla seemed to get more bored by the hour now, not playing with the other toys that were lying around. I suspected that she even got bored playing and talking with me. After a while Helen brought me my half finished bottle and handed it to me. “Thank you,” I said and took a few sips. Helen sat down next to me with her legs crossed. “You’re welcome,” she said softly. We sat there in silence for a little bit, watching Layla reading at the table. “Not what we had imagined, huh?” Helen said. “Not really, no. I thought I was going to be playing with her more, instead she just wants to read all the time,” I answered. “Same, she acts more like a teen then a toddler,” Helen added. “Sure does, even has the mood,” I chuckled. “Any idea why?” I asked Helen, looking up at her. I knew it had something to do with breastmilk, or lack thereof. “No clue, they don’t give me a whole lot of information about what is going on. Something is definitely wrong, I know that,” Helen whispered. “Luckily I still have you to take care of.” “Wha-” I was cut off by Helen's merciless tickle attack. “Plea-ease! Stohop!” I laughed out loud. I felt my diaper growing thicker as the tickling continued. “You have to say the magic word!” Helen chirped. She stopped tickling for a moment to allow me to catch my breath. “I-I already said plea-se,” I said, gasping for air. “You didn’t say pretty please,” Helen said, continuing her tickling attack. I immediately started laughing again. “Pre-t-ty pl-ea-se!” I stuttered out from laughing. Helen finally stopped and I slowly caught my breath. I gave Helen a little hug as a thank you and sat down on the mat again. “So what now?” I asked her. “I guess it’s bedtime,” Helen said, looking at her phone. She got up and helped me to my feet. She unzipped my footed sleeper and inspected my diaper. “Guess I better change you into a night time diaper.” I nodded and walked over towards the crib. Helen grabbed the changing mat and I laid down on it. Helen almost removed the sleeper and quickly changed my diaper. She put a soaker in the new one and taped it shut. As is tradition I had my eyes closed during the whole change. “All done, hop in the crib while I get your sister,” Helen said. I did as I was told and got in the crib. I watched as Helen got to Layla and instructed her to put the book down. After a little protest Layla reluctantly put the book away and followed Helen. Without a word from the both of them Layla quickly got changed. Helen clipped the pacifier to Layla’s sleeper. I wondered why Helen did that, it's not like Layl still suckled on it. Helen helped Layla into the crib and put the bars into place. She wished us both a good night and quietly exited the nursery with the help of Ed. We laid there in silence for a while until I spoke up. “So how is that book? I remember when I read it as a kid I really liked it,” I said, trying to break the tension that was forming between us. “It’s okay,” Layla simply stated. “Uhu, What do you think of the dwarves? Which one is your favorite?” “Don’t know,” Layla said, turning away from me. “Bilbo then?” I asked, hearing a big sigh coming from Layla. I put her mood down on her being homesick. It's been a week already, without hearing a word from Irene or even her own mother. “I guess you must miss your mommy terribly, don’t you?” I asked, trying to get her to open up. “Do you ever shut up!?” She yelled all of the sudden, turning around to face me. “I-I sorry, I ju-just wan-” I stuttered, completely taken aback by her yelling. “Here, this will help,” Layla said. She unclipped the pacifier from the cord and shoved it into my mouth. Still in shock I was surprised how big the bulb felt in my mouth. I wanted to pull it out quickly but before I could do that Layla touched it a couple of times. I felt the bulb growing bigger in my mouth until it filled up my mouth completely. Layla removed her hands again. Completely in shock I clawed desperately at the pacifier in the hope to deflate and remove it. “Try all you want, you’re not getting it out yourself,” Layla said, turning around so her back faced me again. Tears started to well up in my eyes. I didn’t deserve this kind of treatment, I am here so she wouldn't feel alone! “Hmfh!” Was all that came out of me, trying to get Layla’s attention. I pushed her back softly, hoping she would turn around. “Nope, not removing it, good night,” Layla said in a cold voice. “Go to sleep.” I pushed her a couple of times more but got no reaction from her. I sat down in the corner and angrily looked at Layla. The tears started to slowly roll down my cheeks. I wanted to hit her badly, force her to remove this stupid gag from my mouth. I hope someone in the control room has seen the interaction and would come down to help me. ******* Next chapter is going to have to wait for a little bit... Real life and stuff, sorry in advance!

Aaah, I think I now know the reason of the beard loss, very clever! Again great chapter! Thanks!

A very interesting conversation with Iris, I wonder where she is from.. Thanks!

The little spark has become a fire... Great chapter!

Chapter Ten When I arrived at the office I was instructed by the front desk to immediately go upstairs to meet the board of directors. So far I could tell, from the nervous secretary, they weren’t having a great morning. As soon as I stepped into the conference room the chewing out began. Threats were made by most, some of them were bargaining, only two of them were asking for an explanation. Luckily for me, my time in the other dimension wasn’t all useless. I have learned a few tricks from the monster I had to call mommy. I straightened my back and put my chin up a little, staring at them with cold eyes. Lingering a little too long on a few of them. You wait for them to quiet down, awaken their curiosity of what you’re going to do. Next step was waiting in silence, only that way you got the upper hand. As a mommy lecturing her Littles. After I got them where I wanted them I coldly explained my plan. I admitted it was a reckless move of mine to wait for Miss Doran to take action. I assured them, bringing up my experience, that it was just a matter of time. As a final statement I asked them to leave Ray alone, since the improvisational move was all on me. They all slowly bobbed their heads towards me in agreement. A few whispers went around the room, debating on what to do. After a very stern warning to never pull that kind of shit again, my pay was docked even lower, barely survivable in this day and age. A small sacrifice for now. They sure will load me with a nice bonus, maybe even a company car with a driver, but only when my wager holds up I stepped out of the office, showing a little smile when the door closed behind me. With a steady pace I walked towards the elevator and pressed the bottom of the nursery floor. I let myself relax as the elevator slowly got to the right floor, feeling a little shiver crawl across my back. Only now realizing that the reprimand could have gotten way worse and that I was on thin ice. At worst they could send me back to that miserable place. Thankfully, for that to happen I would practically burn the place to the ground. The elevator doors opened at the right floor and I stepped out. I walked down the hallway and stood still in front of the door. I found my composure, swiped my card and stepped into the room. With one quick look around the room I was satisfied, everything was running like it was supposed to do. Ray and Ed quickly got up from their desks and walked over to me. “Good morning!” They both said simultaneously. “Ray, Ed, good morning,” I said, nodding at each of them. Ed was kneading his stress ball a little. “So, how bad was it?” Ray asked. “Once I explained everything they were a little more lenient,” I answered. “Don’t worry, I explained that you didn’t have anything to do with it. It was all on me.” Ray let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you,” he stated. “So, how are they doing?” I asked, looking at the two way mirror. “They seem to be alright. Helen did have to punish them for changing their diapers at night,” Ed said, putting the stress ball away. “Tell me everything,” I said, taking the lead and walking towards the two way mirror. Helen and the two babies were sitting at the table drawing. Ed gave me a full account of last night, starting with Kara messing her diaper. I was a little surprised that Layla managed to change Kara’s diaper. Most Littles, at least where I stayed for those dreaded five years, were conditioned to not touch their diapers. I chuckled a little when Ed explained their punishments to me. “What’s so funny about that?” Ed asked, stopping his briefing and giving me a puzzled look. “Just a fitting punishment, that’s all,” I said “There is just one other thing we have picked up last night,” Ed said, giving me a tablet. A video played right away, showing Layla and Kara in their crib, talking to each other. I listened intently to Layla explaining why she wasn’t sucking on her pacifier anymore. My eyes went wide while I kept my focus on the video. “Is she, progressing?” I asked. “We figured so. As for now there are no big changes in her behaviour, aside from the pacifier and stuffed animal. Our estimate is that it won’t take long for it to become a problem,” Ed explained carefully. “Right,” I stated. “Thank you for showing me this,” I said, handing the tablet back to Edd. This was probably bad? I don’t know. I have never seen a Little making progress. Usually the Amazons just regress them slowly or take everything with one operation. But for a Little to grow up a second time? No chance. I wonder how Layla’s mother would take this, or David Jones. What would Layla begin to think right now? Would she try to make her escape and live in this world? Many questions raced around my head, with only one answer available to all of them. That’s to hoping it’s going to work. “Let’s try feeding them breastmilk,” I said calmly. “Breastmilk? You think that’s going to work?” Ed asked. “Honestly, I don’t think so. Their breastmilk is, different,” I stammered a little. “But we have to try everything. So breastmilk it is.” “I am taking care of it,” Ray said, already making a call and walking away. Ed and I stayed and stared into the nursery. I grinded my teeth a little. This is not why I am forced to work here, I don’t have any experience with raising Littles. “Euhm, Irene,” Ed said, breaking my train of thought. “Yes?” I said, turning my head a little. “Well, I had a question on my mind,” he said nervously. “What is it?” “Since Kara signed the papers yesterday, agreeing to, well this,” he said, gesturing at the nursery. “Your attitude towards her seemed to have changed, negatively I mean. I just wondered why?” “Just a little falling out before Kara signed the papers, that’s all. I admire what she is doing down there,” I lied. I wasn’t going to tell Ed about my hatred for that dimension, and everyone who liked diapers. People here should know how good they have it. Plenty of Littles would trade with those kinds of people in a heartbeat, but most of them wouldn’t. Wishing that kind of torture on some else is considered inhuman amongst the Little population. “Ah, I see,” Ed nodded, kneading his stress ball a little harder. ------------------------------------------------------------------ “How are you holding up Kara?” I asked her, seeing her visible squirming in just her diaper. I was wriggling a little in my seat, finding a good position to fill my diaper in. I slowly started to unclench my anus and let the soft stool out. “Okay,” she answered slowly, probably getting hit with another cramp. “Just letting go is the best advice I got,” I said, trying to help. I dropped my pencil and scooted a little towards Kara. Nanny was watching us silently from the other side of the table. “It truly is Kara, as a part of your punishment I can’t change you right away,” nanny said with a sad look. “But I promise you will feel better.” “For how longggh,” Kara grunted. “Do I have to stay in it?” “At least an hour so we can make sure everything is out,” nanny answered. “That’s not so bad!” I said, trying to lighten the mood. “So the longer you wait, the longer you have to sit like this,” I explained, slowly letting more poop ooze into my diaper. Kara was mulling it over for a few seconds before she got up and squated next to her chair. Kara really worked up a sweat whilst she filled her diaper. I stood next to her slowly rubbing her back. After a few minutes Kara slowly relaxed her muscles, her breathing steady and calmer. “Better?” I asked. Kara nodded slowly, slowly pushing the last bit out. “Yeah, I think so,” Kara said. “I don’t think I can convince you two to ride the rocking horse,” nanny chuckled. “No, thank you,” I said smiling, shaking my head a little. Kara didn’t pay any attention to what the nanny was saying. She lifted her legs one at the time, probably trying to figure something out. I went back to my drawing and sat down in my chair. I felt the icky mush slowly wrapping around my bottom. I grabbed a brown pencil and continued coloring the bear in. “One hour, right?” Kara asked calmly, wrinkling her nose and closing her eyes. She hovered above her chair before finally sitting down. She slowly opened her eyes again and smiled at me while her eyes were full with tears. “One hour,” nanny said, grabbing her phone. “Starting now.” The hour went by quickly, well at least for me. I don’t think I can say the same about Kara, who kept shifting in her seat. I finished the bear and showed it to nanny and Kara, who were both impressed by my work. “Uhu, just like that but white,” Kara said, pointing at the fur. “That’s really beautiful Layla! If we had a fridge we would put it up there,” nanny praised me. “Thank you!” I said with a great smile on my face, admiring my work once again. I grabbed another piece of paper as a beeping sound went off in nanny’s pocket. “I guess it’s changing time!” Nanny chirped “I hope everything is pushed out into the diapers.” Nanny stood up and grabbed everything necessary for the upcoming diaper changes. “Okay Layla, you first,” nanny said, patting the changing mat. I slowly got up from my chair, feeling the mess fall back into the diaper. I carefully waddled towards the mat and laid down on it. “Do you want your stuffie?” Nanny asked. “No thank you,” I said, shaking my head a little. Nanny opened up my diaper and immediately scrunched her nose. “Wow, that laxative really helped making a mess of things,” nanny said while grabbing a few wipes. She cleaned my privates carefully and just a lot of wipes for my bum. “All clean,” nanny clapped after a while. I looked up a little and could see that she piled the uesd wipes into my old messy diaper. “What kind of diaper do you want to wear?” Nanny asked, showing me the options that lay next to me. “Euhm, what am I going to wear?” I asked, hoping for something matching. Mommy always made sure my diaper and outfit were matching. I looked over at Kara, who was looking impatiently at us. “Whatever you want sweety,” nanny said, cleaning up the mountain of wipes and a used diaper. “Then white, that goes with everything,” I suggested. I watched nanny put the used diaper in the pail and grabbed the white one from the selection. She quickly taped me into it with lots of powder. “That will do,” nanny commented, patting my diaper slightly. “Why don’t you pick something out while I change Kara,” nanny smiled. I nodded and toddled towards the closet. “Such a messy bessy,” I nanny cooing from behind me. I opened the closet and was met with lots of pastel colors and frills. I examined each and every dress, shirt, and onesie that hung in there. I finally picked out a light green shirt with some sort of lizard on it. I put it over my head and got my arms through it with some effort. When my head went through the neck hole, Kara was already standing next to me in a clean diaper. “We are going for shirts today?” Kara asked me, examining the clothes in front of her. “You can wear a dress if you want,” I said. “A shirt will be okay,” Kara shook her head. Her hand went into the closet and pulled out a pink shirt with colorful bears on it. Kara’s cheeks went red at the sight of it. “I didn’t know there were bears on it.” “This will do perfectly!” nanny chirped as she grabbed the shirt out of Kara’s hands. “Arms up!” nanny instructed. Kara did as she was told and was put into the shirt. Kara smoothened out the fabric a little and looked at us in the mirror. Without her shoes on, Kara was definitely shorter then I was. “Time to fix that hair of yours,” nanny said, grabbing Kara’s ponytail softly and removing the hair tie. “Oh, right,” Kara said, turning around. “But where? I don’t see a faucet anywhere,” Kara noted. “Don’t worry about that. They have a solution for everything now,” nanny explained, grabbing a little white bottle from the closet. “What is that?” I asked, pointing at the bottle. “Dry shampoo, maybe not perfect, but it will do for now,” nanny explained. “Back to the chairs again and fix that greasy hair,” she motioned for us to walk as she closed the closet. We sat down on the chairs again and nanny quickly worked the dry shampoo in Kara’s hair. Kara kept her eyes closed the entire time. After nanny was done working it in she put Kara’s hair in two cute pigtails with pink ribbons. “Let’s do yours,” nanny said as she observed her work on Kara. Nanny did the same routine with me as I saw her do with Kara. Soon I stood next to her with my hair in pigtails with matching ribbons. “So, what do you two want to do before lunch time?” Nanny asked us. “Can we watch Puffin Rock?” Kara spoke softly. “TV is only for after dinner,” nanny explained. “What do you want to do?” Kara asked me. “Why don’t we see what’s in the toy box? I haven't looked in there yet!” I said, pointing at the closet. Kara nodded and we walked over to the closet again.

It's going to be a long day at the day care... Great chapter!

Great chapter! I totally pictured the 'twins' as the blueberry girl from Willy Wonka.

You will read it in the next chapter ? Thank you! I think I have read it in a few stories, but can't remember which one. ? Glad you liked it! Luckily it wasn't a diaper from Layla's dimension. Thanks!?

A very good and well writing story! Took a little time to binge read it. Looking forward to more!

Oh for sure! ?

Chapter Nine “I have to poop,” I said quietly, feeling another cramp hit my bowels. The cramps began right after dinner, maybe jalapenos on my pizza wasn’t such a good idea after all. Even though I just had a few slices, I could feel it making its way through my insides. That I haven't gone number two since yesterday morning probably didn’t help either. I wondered how Layla was holding up after eating most of my pizza. “Oh,” Layla said, putting her arm around me and trying her best to comfort me. “Any advice?” I asked her. My only experience with diapers was wetting them, I never dared to poop in them. I was, and still am, too afraid of the smell and mess it made. “Just go, holding it in is only going to make it worse,” Layla answered, squeezing my arm. “But then I have to sleep in a dirty diaper all night,” I said, feeling another cramp hit me. “Oh, I haven’t thought about that. Mommy usually changes me right away when I make a messy,” Layla said with a puzzled look. She let go of me and sat up straight, “I don’t think that’s an option for me,” I said. I looked up at the ceiling seeing the glow in the dark stars and planets glowing softly. They really went all out with this nursery. I saw Layla looking around the room and stopped at the two way mirror. “We can always yell for someone to come and change you,” Layla said, keeping her focus on the mirror. “And have Ray or Ed change my diaper? No thank you,” I sighed, closing my eyes. Feeling my faith coming closer with every cramp. After a few minutes Layla leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Uh, I, well, maybe...” Layla stammered. “What is it?” I said softly, hands on my stomach. “Well, perhaps… I don’t have, much experience with it. Maybe I can change your diaper?” Layla mumbled. “What?” I said, shocked. “I don’t have much experience changing other Littles diapers, but I did undergo it a couple of thousand times,” she said, trying to reassure me. I kept my focus on the ceiling, feeling and hearing my inside gurgling. Helen did warn us not to remove our diapers by ourselves but did she really expect me to sleep in a messy diaper all night? Surely she would feel sorry for me and understand why we did it? So far she seemed pretty understanding of it all. Tens of questions and scenarios ran through my mind, hoping I would come to the right decision. “I don’t know,” I uttered when another cramp hit me. I really didn’t know what to do. Layla sat there in silence, watching me with a pitiful look on her face. “Okay,” I said after a while, Having mulled over every option and figured this was the best one. I knew it was the wrong thing to do, well both of them, shitting and being changed by Layla. I figured I didn’t have any other option. I sat up and grabbed the bars from the crib. Layla nodded silently and looked away. I lifted my butt a little so it was hovering over the mattress. I tightened my grip on the bars and started pushing. It started to slowly come out of me and I felt it dropping down in the seat of the diaper. I pushed harder and felt a big log coming out of my anus. I squeezed it off and it fell with a little audible thud. The cramps subdued as I pushed more and more into my diaper. I felt a sweat drop slowly gliding down my cheek as I was done. I kept my squatting position in the crib and held the bars tight. I didn’t want the mess to spread around and cake on my butt. “Feel better?” Layla asked, concerned, sitting down next to me. “Uhu,” I wheezed. I looked through the bars, finding the latch and let the bars down. “Please change me,” I whimpered. Layla nodded and exited the crib to the shelved with diapers and changing supplies. She collected them all at the foot of the crib and took the changing mat from under it. “Here, lie down,” she said softly. I slowly got out of the crib and carefully laid down on the mat. I felt the mess slightly wrapping around my bottom as I put more weight on it. “Don’t worry, I will clean it up,” Layla said , looking at my face. Layla unfolded the diaper, opened the buttons of my onesie and slid it up my chest. She untaped my diaper and winced at the smell coming from it. “Luckily these tapes are easy,” she said as she took a few wipes and cleaned my crotch. “Legs up,” Layla instructed. I put my legs in the air and felt a cold wipe moving around my butt. Layla quickly cleaned my butt and anus with more wipes than I expected. She tossed the used wipes in the diaper and balled it up. “Hard part is over,” Layla said as she slid the clean diaper under me. She carefully sprinkled powder round my privates and taped the diaper shut. “Not my best work, but it beats sitting in a messy diaper huh?” Layla asked, getting up and tossing the soiled diaper in the diaper pail. We slowly got back into the crib and raised the bars. It took a little to figure out how to latch them shut, but eventually we did it. We got comfortable under the blankets and I turned to Layla. “Thank you,” I said, giving Layla a big hug. “That’s what sisters are for,” she said, hugging me back tightly. I blushed a little, does she really consider me as her sister? I quickly let that thought be and kept hugging Layla. Her body against mine, the warmth, the softness of it, felt really nice after the whole ordeal. We hugged each other for a couple of minutes in silence, our faces right next to each other. I felt her warm breath on my skin. “Layla,” I said, breaking the silence. I saw her eyes opening slowly. “Yes Kara?” She asked. “How come you didn’t suck on your pacifier the last few hours? Or hugged the seal?” I asked, putting a little distance between us. “Oh, I didn’t notice,” she answered a little confused. I could see she went deep in thought. “Probably has to do with my mommy’s milk,” Layla answered a couple of minutes later, still with a puzzled look on her face. “your mommy’s milk?” I asked. “Uhu, she nurses me before my nap and bedtime. Most of the time I fall right to sleep while nursing,” Layla said calmly. I however couldn't keep my cool. “Wait, nursing? As in, being breastfed?!” I yelped, backing away from her a little. “Yeah, nursing. Don’t people do that here?” Layla asked, surprised. I regained my cool a little. I should have known they nursed the Littles over there. Layla’s dimension keeps surprising me with every little fact. How can one dimension be so similar and strange at the same time? “We do, but only the new borns usually,” I answered, thinking back at the websites that I had visited. I had seen pictures and videos there of adults being nursed by their mommies. “You have never nursed since then?” Layla asked, luckily not paying too much attention at my little freak out. “No,” I stated. “Some adults do, I guess,” I shrugged. “But wait, you like being breastfed?” “Of course! It’s the best feeling in the world. You can’t get any closer to a soft warm body! The milk is amazing, very creamy and warm. Being held like that while your stomach is slowly filling up on her warm milk is the best feeling I have ever experienced! Drifting off to sleep is a nice bonus too!” Layla said enthusiastically. Showing a big smile while she was talking. “That, sounds really good,” I admitted. Her description of being breastfed did sound really good. Still it required drinking it directly from the source. I blushed a little at the thought of it. “It really is!” Layla said. “What does that to do with your pacifier and seal?” I asked, getting back on topic. “Oh yeah. Well, breastfeeding has a few side effects,” Layla started. “One of them is that you lose your bladder control very quickly. Same goes for your bowels too, but that takes a little longer. The other is that you regress.” “Really? And you choose that willingly? Losing your control, down there?” I asked bewildered. “Uhu, one way or another, most Littles will end up adopted and in diapers, remember?” She answered. “I love the way it makes me feel, and it makes my bond with mommy way stronger!” “Right,” I nodded. “How far did you regress?” “At first almost to an infant level. I didn’t really like that, sometimes I didn’t remember being regressed for days,” Layla said. “The longer I nursed from mommy’s breast the better it got. Like my body needed to get used to it, build up a tolerance.” “I get it,” I said, remembering my first year of drinking alcohol. “Because of that I like to suckle on my paci and carry around a stuffy, it makes me feel good,” Layla said, grabbing her pacifier and inspecting it. “I didn’t expect it to wear off so quickly,” she continued, dropping her pacifier. “I understand it,” I said, grabbing her hand. “You also have a paci and a stuffie?” Layla asked. “Nonono,” I said quickly, shaking my head a little. “Well, I do have a stuffie. I have it since I was three or four.” “What animals is it?” Layla asked. “A polar bear,” I answered. “I know what a bear is, but what is a polar bear?” “You don’t know what a polar bear is?” I said, sitting up. “It’s a bear from the arctic.” “We only have big brown bears as far as I know of,” Layla answered, also sitting up. “What’s the arctic?” “The North Pole?” “Doesn’t ring a bell,” Layla answered, shaking her head. The pig tails quickly following. “South Pole then? Sure your world must have Poles in your world? Even magnetic ones,” I said. “Not that I remember. I will ask my mommy about it when I go back, if you want?” Layla asked. We talked a lot about the differences between our world. From differences in geography to animals to TV-shows. Apparently they had some very messed up children's shows that make you use your diaper on command. I had asked Layla about why Amazon's approach their Littles differently, from sweet and caring, to total abuse. Sadly Layla didn’t know the answer. She did tell me that there was a whole variety of accessories to customize your Little, as if they were dolls. Ranging from a complete baby to a literal pet sucking on a pacifier that makes cat noises. In return I told Layla everything I could about my world. Although Layla only wanted to hear me sum up all the animals that I knew. We fell asleep cuddling each other and making the promise to draw the animals tomorrow. The next morning I awoke at the sound of the nursery door opening and closing again. I slowly opened my eyes, seeing that Layla was still asleep with her thumb in her mouth. Helen was approaching the crib and slowly unlatched the bars and carefully slid them down. “Good morning,” Helen whispered. “Good morning,” I answered back, rubbing my eyes a little. Layla softly stirred. “How did it go last night?” Helen asked, looking at me and putting a hand on Layla’s back. “Good,” I said, nodding along. “We talked a lot.” “That sounds nice,” Helen said, slowly rubbing Layla’s back. “Are you waking up sweety?” Helen chirped. “Nooo, please, five more minutes?” Layla asked groggily, turning around. “I guess we can do that. How about you Kara? Reading for your morning change?” Helen said, turning her attention to me. I prodded my diaper a little and nodded. “I think so,” I said, while scooting out of the crib, being helped by Helen. Embarrassment flashed over me while she held me by my hand and armpit. “And off you go!” Helen cooed, landing me on the floor. Helen grabbed the changing mat from under the crib and instructed me to get on it. I laid down and decided to not close my eyes this time but to look up at the ceiling. “Let’s see what the damage is,” Helen chirped as she untaped my diaper. Layla stirred a little more in her crib, probably taking up the whole mattress now that I was gone. Helen tapped on my leg, instructing me to hold them up. I did as I was told, helding my legs up with my arms. “What is this?” Helen asked, wiping a wet wipe across my anus. I jerked a little at the cold thouch. “What is what?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. I looked at Helen through the small gap between my legs. “This,” Helen said sternly, showing me the wipe she used earlier. There was a brown streak in the middle of it. “There is more where that came from. Do you have to tell me something Kara?” I gulped audible, fearing for what was to come. I figured I was better off with telling the truth. If she took one quick look in the diaper pail she would find out immediately. “Right after you left I had to poop. First I didn’t want to, since it meant a whole night of staying in a dirty diaper but Layla said she could change me. So I relieved myself and right after Layla changed me and we got back in the crib,” I said meekly and quickly. While I did my story Layla sat up in the crib, slowly opening her sleepy eyes. “Is that true?” Helen asked towards Layla. “Uhu,” Layla said sleepily. Helen let out an audible sigh and turned back to me. “Kara, you know what I said yesterday? About touching your diaper and the role you have to play here?” Helen said condensently. “I do, but did di-” I wanted to defend myself before being cut short by Helen. “I have a role to play here too,” Helen said. “I am sorry, but I have to punish you for this.” “What? Why? Technically I didn’t remove my diaper!” I said, a little shocked. “That’s true, I did,” Layla spoke up. “And I will deal with you too. First Kara,” Helen said, quickly cleaning my butt and removing my onesie, leaving me completely naked. All my shyness for the two way mirror was gone, instead I kept my focus on Helen, not knowing what she was going to do. Helen stood up and walked over towards the shelfs with diapers and other supplies. “Since you didn’t want to stay in a dirty diaper last night, I figured letting you stay in one now is a fitting punishment,” She said, grabbing two diapers and a small box and walking back towards me. “I don’t need to poop,” I said, looking scared at the box Helen was holding. “This will make sure of that,” Helen said, shaking the box. Helen knelt down in front of me and opened the box. “Legs up again young lady,” “What in the box?” I said with a tremor in my voice. I already knew the answer, I had hoped on a different one. “A laxative suppository,” Helen stated calmly, removing two of them from the package and inserting them quickly in my anus. “What the h-” I tried to say as the suppository slipped in. A hard smack was brought down quickly on my thigh. “Language young lady!” Helen said sternly, wiping her finger clean with a wipe. Helen taped me into the first diaper and took a little pocket knife from her pocket. She poked a few holes in the diaper I was wearing and swiftly put me in the second one. “Really? Double diapers?” I asked, looking at the thick padding between my legs. “Yes, I think it’s going to be a lot,” Helen said. “Now off you go, I have to deal with Layla.” “What about clothes?” I asked. “Not yet,” Helen answered. I let it go considering the state that I was in, I didn’t need a third diaper joining the bulk. I slowly got up with the help of the crib. Trying to stand up on my own seemed almost impossible in these things. I stretched and got face to face with Layla. “Sorry,” Layla said softly. “It’s okay, really.” I said, giving Layla a wink. Truth was that I was far from okay but didn’t want Layla to notice. I waddled over to the table and let myself fall down on one of the chairs. Layla got the same treatment as me, two suppositories were pushed into her bum and taped in a double diaper. Helen stated Layla’s lack of bowel movement as an extra reason. Layla just nodded and waddled over towards me, she plumped down on the other chair and gave me a little smile. Helen had cleaned up and joined us at the table. “For breakfast you two are both going to have oatmeal, whether you like it or not,” Helen stated simply. Layla and I nodded but didn’t say a word. Our food arrived quickly and Helen put our bibs on for us. I got the blue bowl with a matching spoon and Layla the pink one. The oatmeal wasn’t too terrible, maybe a little cold and could use a bit more sugar. I could see from Layla’s face that she didn’t enjoy it at all. Helen helped her by spoon feeding Layla the mush quickly. We quickly washed it down with a big bottle of milk. Helen cleaned up the table and put down the pencils Layla had been asking for. “Thank you!” Layla said happily and quickly grabbed them. “You’re welcome. You two holding up okay?” Helen asked, looking a little concerned. “So far,” I said with a shrug, remembering that Helen was still playing her role accordingly. “Probably anytime now,” I said, moving my chair next to Layla’s to watch her draw.