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Hey ya'll, it's been awhile! Hope everyone is staying safe and sane; I actually finished this chapter awhile ago. It isn't really wrapped up well, but I wanted to post, and since I'll be doing another chapter, I figured it was okay! ( I forgot to actually just post the 2nd part here! Oof!) Be well False Part ll Mommy’s forearm rested against the small of my back, pinning me across her lap. My breathing was all ragged from the arousal and anticipation; she knew good and well spankings weren’t much of a punishment for me, no matter how much it hurt. She began to tug my shorts down, humming in sadistic excitement. I began to wiggle around, scared of what Mommy would do if she found me wet-- “Danika. I think you’ve been naughty enough for one night..stay still and take your punishment.” She resumed pulling down my shorts. I whimpered and started to cover my face in embarrassment when I could *feel* the strands of wetness peeling away from my crotch as she tugged; I was sodden, humiliated, and needy--just how she liked me. As Mommy pulled my shorts to my ankles and proceeded to chuck them across the room, I almost thought that she didn’t see my arousal...or at the very least, was deciding to ignore it. But, I was wrong. “Someone has been enjoying herself, hasn’t she?” Mommy teased me, trailing the wetness all around my outer lips. “It..It isn’t my fault…” I muttered quietly into her thigh. I could almost sense the smirk spreading across her face, even though I couldn’t see her. I softly began to pant again as she cupped, squished, and played with me. It was great...but it was torture. Realistically, she only did so for about a minute, but it honestly felt like forever to me. My face was firmly pressed into her pant-leg to muffle any noise I made; unfortunately, with my mouth being open for so long, I did begin to drool. Which made me feel even more out of control. There I laid, soft and small--forced against my Mommy’s lap; drooling like some rabid animal. I felt absolutely childish and pathetic, and I reveled in it. She slowly withdrew her hand from in between my thighs, wiping off my wetness on me in the process. I knew not to protest, even though it was filthy, and it was demeaning--Mommy treated me like this because she knew I adored it. “We’re starting now.” Mommy began to softly rub and caress my bottom. “You know the drill. You count, and we’re going until you cry-- and Danika, do *not* forget your manners, or you won’t be cumming for a month.” She said, chipper as ever. I knew for a fact she wasn’t bluffing. I whimpered out my affirmation, biting my lip in excitement. Mommy typically likes to spank until I cry because she knows I love it.. but she also knows I hate it. I was going to be soggy and ruined by the end of my spanking, however, I was also going to be sufficiently regressed enough for me to go back into my diapies. I felt the pressure of her palm leave my butt in preparation. As Mommy poised her hand above me, my breath caught in my throat. I literally felt like I was going to explode. Then, she swung down. I felt the sting and the jiggle of my tushie as she prepped for the next swing. However, I was sure to moan out a strangled, “ One. --Thank you Mommy.” before she continued on. I was already hyperventilating and rubbing my legs together by the fifth blow, and by the twentieth I was openly wailing in pain and arousal. I felt so powerless, I felt so little, I felt so good. I knew I needed to be punished, and I was going to be begging for her to stop by the end. I definitely was starting to feel myself lose control over my emotions as she neared the forties;it was getting harder for Mommy to pin me down, as I was squirming and thrashing. I was biting my lip in an attempt to keep my tears at bay as well. I once made it to sixty, and I wanted to do it again. My butt stung for days after, but it hurt so good--and it was a reminder for me to behave myself. If Mommy whipped out the paddle, I couldn’t take much before I was reduced to a blubbering baby, but that was the charm of it. I balled my fists up and continued counting and thanking her. I felt the heat on my bottom, and despite the pain--I could feel the stickiness coating my inner thighs. I was only able to get a little above fifty when I couldn’t take anymore. “M-Mommy it hurts! I-I can’t, I can’t anymore!” I began to sob and kick my legs around. “I’ll be good!! I promise!! I’ll listen..no more cookies! P-Please!” I got lost in the pain as I continued my whining. She could most likely *feel* my tears soaking her fancy pajama bottoms by now. “Ohhh, Dani-girl--what are we going to do with you??” Mommy stopped mid-stroke, and began to softly rub my bottom. I was heaving and whimpering as she let me up from her lap. Mommy sat me upright and pulled me between her legs, cradling me and kissing my forehead. “You are such a good girl, telling Mommy you were sorry..” I was actively nuzzling Mommy by now, and clambering to get as deep into her arms as possible. I sniffled and looked up at her as she pecked me on the forehead again. “I...I really am sorry Mommy. I should’ve listened to you.” I laid my head in the crook of her neck as I played with her hair. “...I was being a brat..” I admitted softly. She chuckled softly and began to rub my back. “Well..I know that of course. I *do* know you can’t help it sometimes, but that's why I’m here to remind you….and take advantage of your brattiness.” I groaned and let out a small giggle. My cheeks were damp, my nose was stuffy, and my eyes felt a tad swollen. However, my butt was suffering the most, sitting in her lap stung and felt way too warm and prickly. “I love when you’re all soft like this though...I love my *little* girl the most. Such a sweet thing..” Mommy began to pepper me in kisses as I snorted and shifted around on my tender bottom. We sat like that for awhile. Me playing with her hair, nuzzled in close--while she cooed at me and rubbed my back. After I felt a bit more calm, Mommy instructed me to sit on the couch while she gathered some supplies. As soon as she left the room, I began to rub my aching butt--which sent tingles up my spine. I did so to soothe myself, but I also did it because it turned me on. For the most part, I did sit on the couch and wait, just like Mommy wanted though. Mommy soon returned. She had ditched her robe and was now only wearing her silk pajama bottoms, along with a plain camisole. Even though she’d sloppily threw her hair into a bun, she still looked pretty, (and domineering) as ever. As she returned to me, she stooped down to spread out the things she’d collected. On the carpet there lied a bottle of baby powder, my changing mat, wipes, and of course--my diaper. The diaper was adorable; printed with small teddy bears; my wipes and powder also happened to be scented. Looking and feeling little was great, but smelling little was even better. The soft scents comforted me in a unique way that nothing else really ever could. Mommy knew I liked to smell like a baby, so she typically got me the lavender scented powder and wipes. She’d use them to wipe my hands, my face-- any area that needed cleaning. Somehow, she also grabbed me a small bottle of chocolate milk--even though I didn’t hear her go into the kitchen. That was almost as exciting as getting diapered. Mommy probably saw my eyes go wide as soon as I noticed the chocolate milk, hence why she began to scold me. “Now Dani, you’re lucky I’m even letting you have this, *this* late at night. But you seemed like you worked up a little sweat during your spanking, so you must be thirsty.” She kneeled down on the floor, starting to fold open the nearby diaper. As she continued, she began to lay out my changing mat. It was a light lilac color, printed with white polka dots. Mommy had ordered me many of the changing mats I had from online. “Diaper first, then milk. I’m only rewarding you because thus far, you seem to be doing…’decent’ with your punishment.” I fluttered my eyelids in an attempt to stop my eyes from rolling. “--And I mean, you’re going to be in for it. You’ve got a long night and a long couple of weeks ahead of you. So, what type of Mommy would *I* be if a wasn’t at least a tad sympathetic.” She droned on jokingly. Even though she was being way over the top, I nodded in agreement with everything she said; just hoping to get my milk soon. Mommy then patted the carpet next to her, and I obliged. Slowly shifting off the couch, I laid down on the soft mat in front of her. I still had no bottoms on, making her job easier. Mommy knelt in front of me, softly grasping me by the ankles and starting to lift my legs up. As always, I didn’t know where to look or what to do with my arms. I was always shy during changes, it never failed; it was annoying to me, but Mommy definitely got a kick out of it.

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Hey, just another idea I had for a short story! (Taking a teensy break from Stork) I'm thinking about making a part two for this and finishing it if people like it! So please be sure to let me know. This contains light breathplay, light masochism and bdsm-type themes--if that isn't your thing, now you know! Enjoy ********************************************************************************************************************************* I slowly edged my knee off of the kitchen counter, preparing to reunite my feet with the tile below. I almost had it, the slippery glass of the jar feeling precarious in my sweaty palms; I was nearly to the floor when (...you guessed it..) the jar slipped from my hands and shattered. Snickerdoodle crumbs and scattered shards of glass were all over the pristine floor; cringing, I held my hands over my mouth...waiting for my inevitable doom. She was not going to be happy with me at all--I wasn't even supposed to be down here… "--Dani?? Dani!..What was that??", I heard her stir in bed. She still sounded sleepy...so maybe I still had a chance to redeem myself-- "N-Nothing! Just dropped something in the bathroom, no big deal!" I lied, crouching down and carefully trying to sweep everything together with my hands. I heard the creak of the bedsprings, followed by the pounding of footsteps in the upstairs hallway. Panicking, I started to wonder if I should hide or just come clean. I winced as I heard her footsteps draw closer and closer to the kitchen. Cursing underneath my breath, I quickly attempted to straighten up and look nonchalant. It was then that she crossed the threshold of the kitchen; looking around, she allowed her eyes to settle on mine. I instinctively looked down, my face hot with guilt. “So, you were in the bathroom, huh?”, she stretched out her arm and leaned it on the nearby table. I stayed quiet for a split second, I didn’t want to sound too desperate with my answer..or too flustered. She gazed at me with amusement in her eyes, daring me to lie. She already knew what had happened, she was testing me. It was just a little game for her..but I figured maybe I could still wiggle my way out of any consequences. “Well, I was in the bathroom, bu--”, she cut me off almost immediately. “False. Don’t even begin to lie. Are you sure the mess on the ground doesn’t have to do with what we talked about earlier?”, she stated, glancing at the floor indifferently. Well, I mean shit. If she hadn’t been so unfair...then maybe I wouldn’t have done what I did. It was after dinner when I asked her if I could have some cookies from the jar on top of the fridge; she had recently baked them, and snickerdoodle happened to be one of my favorites. She lightly chided me--reminding me that it was a weekday, Tuesday to be exact. We’d agreed not to partake in sweets during the week; it killed me to do so..but deep down I knew it was good for both of us..especially me, as I eat way too many sweets anyway . A few of the cookies were left over from her baking them on Sunday; I begged and pleaded, telling her I only wanted one. I mean, realistically--I’d probably sneak more than one, but I said I only wanted one cookie to coax her into relenting. She’d stood firm, telling me no. Yet, I persisted, trying everything to get her to say yes; I asked for half a cookie, I even promised to do her chores tomorrow--I tried everything. She’d scolded me, telling me it was important to stick to things, and that she’d make more next weekend. When I had begun to pout, she leaned over the dinner table..asking me if I wanted to be punished. Basically, she was being too harsh; I knew the promise I’d made….I just wanted to break it, just a tiny bit. I crossed my arms defiantly. “Well...I mean..it could…” I muttered out, shrugging. I just wanted my damn cookies. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” She bit out, her tone icy. I allowed myself to take several quick glances at her face; she was tight-lipped, and she looked irritated, yet her eyes still held the same amusement behind them. This was not good. It was one thing for her to be disappointed and simply punish me, but it was another when she decided to have her “fun” with my discipline. I felt excitement spike, I knew I was in for it. I was terrified, but I wasn’t going to cave; if she was going to have her fun, I was gonna have mine too. I briefly held eye contact with her, and let my eyes roll up to the ceiling; I casually shrugged my shoulders again. “I wanted a cookie….okay, I don’t know what else to tell you. I *am* sorry I lied and made a mess, but none of this--” She cut me off, smiling. Her face was flushed, and the twinkle in her eyes had grown brighter. I automatically backed up, preparing for the worst. In one fluid motion, she strode over --getting so close that I was forced up against the counter that was behind me. I bumped into it with a slight whimper and turned my face away from her. She grasped my throat, her hand nestled just under my chin. I felt my breathing grow ragged, even though she had yet to squeeze. “..Dani, please tell me who I am.” She leaned in close, her whispering tickling my ear. I softly whimpered, but that wasn’t a good enough answer for her. “..Tell. Me.” She started to apply pressure to my neck, and I unintentionally moaned. It felt so good, I didn’t know what to do, so I just squirmed against the counter. “You’re my M-Mommy” I softly croaked out. Mommy’s lithe frame towered over my smaller one; I cowered beneath her, shivering. The way her hand was poised on my throat was very exciting, my nipples had grown hard underneath my tank top...and I was attempting to subtly rub my thighs together. She cocked her head at me, “Good Girl.” She firmly shook me by my throat, and I softly groaned in approval. Mommy wedged her slender leg in between my thighs and leaned in close to my ears once more. “I’m happy to know you could remember that...at the very least. But, I distinctly told you that you were *not* to have any cookies tonight.” She got impossibly close to my earlobe and continued, ”You know what happens when you disobey. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if you did this on purpose...just to get a silly little kick out of it.” I wiggled around feeling very overwhelmed, and very turned on--but she held me tightly. “The rest of this night and your punishment is going to go exactly how I say--and if you’re good..you might just get some enjoyment out of it.” She hissed enthusiastically. Mommy closed the remaining space between us, nipping my earlobe. I squealed, the action being way too much for me. I was openly panting and moaning now, there was so much tension, and I was very ready for whatever she planned to do. Her pajamed leg repeatedly caressed the area between my thighs; she was still close, her hand on my neck. Being pinned against the counter, I struggled to hump myself against her knee. I tried to do so somewhat sneakily, but Mommy immediately could tell what I was doing-- “..Oh? Someone likes this?”, she chuckled and clucked her tongue in disapproval. Mommy began to thrust and grind her leg harder against me, causing my pink pajama shorts to cling to my mound and ride up uncomfortably. I felt sodden and icky; I was so humiliated, yet so turned on. She was able to garner enough pressure against my clit that I could already feel myself desperate to cum. Then she stopped. “..Did you forget you were being punished, Sweetie?” she pulled back and smiled at me, looking very pleased. I stifled a groan and looked down, annoyed with myself that I was able to get *that* excited...by just her leg. “...No Mommy..”, I softly grumbled, trying to nuzzle her hand with my chin. I looked up at Mommy with pleading eyes, lightly allowing myself to go a bit more limp, and attempting to puff out my chest. I mean, maybe she’d keep going a little more if I seemed more compliant? I wanted her to keep going, I wanted it badly. “Turning on the charm I see?”, she released my neck and stepped away, freeing me from the counter. I was slightly disappointed--but only for a second. Mommy then proceeded to grab a fistful of my hair, expertly evading the crumbs and glass shards as she started to drag me out of the kitchen. I gasped in pain….and arousal. “S-Stop..hey! --Ow...Fuck, Ow..”, I whimpered out. However, I made no move to grab at her hand and stop her--that was a big no-no. “Do you really think you should be complaining, cursing, and carrying on considering the position you’re in right now?” Mommy mused as she continued to yank me into the living room. Her floral silk robe was becoming untidy and undone, and her mousy hair fell into her face in strands. Yet, she still smiled that ridiculous smile. Mommy then unceremoniously let go of my hair, causing me to stumble. Taking advantage of me being off balance, she shoved me on to our cushy couch. I fell on my bottom, legs splayed out, chest heaving--looking up at her expectantly. I was terrified, and it was great. Mommy stood over me, borderline gleeful. “Beg Me.” She chirped out. I cocked my head, waiting for her to finish. “Beg me to punish you.” Mommy looked down at me, her hands akimbo on her hips. I swiftly looked down, my embarrassment renewed. I played with the fabric of the couch as I tried to summon the words she was looking for. “Go on. I’m not going to wait all night, Danica.” She said in a cheerful voice. “Please….” I tugged my top down and fiddled with my hands. “Mommy...please..I want it..” I looked up at her in humiliation. “Aw baby..”, she began to gush, “That was very cute, but please be more explicit.” I swore I saw her bite her lip..even if it was for a fraction of a second. She liked when I was all pathetic and shy like this.. “Mommy..please..please, punish me. I need it, I’ve been bad...I broke the rules...I need you--” I was starting to softly pant by now. Saying all this was as much of a turn on for me as it was for Mommy. “--I need you to remind me..who I am..and how I should act..” I finished hoarsely. “Fuck..” she muttered out. Mommy had clearly lost some of her composure, but she slowly approached me and joined me on the couch. She roughly pulled me into her lap (by my hair), and forced my legs apart. “Guess what babygirl?” She began to pant out, her hands making her way down to my shorts. Mommy allowed her hands to rest on the exterior of my short-clad crotch, she then started to rub. I tried not to moan as she only got more aggressive. “Guess.” She pulled me closer and growled into my ear. “I--I don’t know...w-what..??” I panted out. By now, the wetness from my pussy had begun to dampen my shorts. “You’re going into diapers tonight.” Mommy whispered into my ear, her hand going for my throat again. I inwardly moaned--I mean, diapers weren’t so bad. Mommy let me go stints without wearing, so I guess my time in big-girl undies was over for now. But, knowing her...that definitely wasn’t going to be it, because that wasn’t much of a punishment. “And you’re also going in chastity for me...for a few weeks at least.” I could hear the pure joy in her voice as she continued to paw at my clit. I whimpered out in both protest and pleasure...there it was. “...Chastity for when Mommy isn’t at home...but when I am at home--” she continued to whisper into my neck, her excitement clearly growing. “We’re going to edge you and edge you...you won’t cum at least for a couple of weeks. Yeah, I think that's what I’ll do. Diapers, chastity and denial...won’t that be fun..” Mommy sped up her assault on my cunt. I started to cry out, getting desperate to cum, getting desperate for my punishment.. “..Won’t it be fun, Dani?” She repeated herself, breathing heavily. I whimpered passively. “Use your words. Say it. Tell me how much fun it’ll be.” Mommy bit out, she further pinned me against her lap--ramping up her ministrations. I was nearly on the brink of cumming, I couldn’t help myself. I knew I shouldn’t cum..especially without permission...and especially in this situation, but my orgasm was fast approaching. I tried to speak, but I only managed to moan out my words. “I want it….I want to be in diapers for you..I-I..” I gulped, fighting back my orgasm. “I want to be in chastity for you Mommy..I want you to control me..I don’t want to cum..” I panted out. I was on the brink of cumming. I started to feverishly buck at her hand like an animal, moaning and clutching at her thigh. She then stopped. (Again.) I let out a strangled cry, tears nearly coming to my eyes. I was so frustrated. I wiggled around on her lap angrily. “Oh? Baby...sorry, punishment is effective immediately.” Mommy smirked, pulling me closer into her lap and gently nuzzling me. I hastily jumped up from her lap, pouting. Everything was tingly and I was damp and sweaty--she was so unfair. I tugged at my hair and thumped my foot on the ground..trying to shake the frustration and arousal away. Mommy arched her eyebrow at me, and watched me throw my hissyfit for a moment. She then reached out and snatched my wrist to pull me to her once more. We were face to face, our noses nearly touching. “Get back down here. Did I say I was done??” Mommy stated cheerfully. I pouted again, begrudgingly going to resume my place on her lap. She then pushed me down to my tummy across her legs, manhandling me in the process. I gasped in surprise, but didn’t make any move to struggle. “Wow, my memory ...I forgot to say you’d be getting a spanking too.” Mommy then started to yank my jammie shorts down as I tried to brace myself. Well, I guess I would have to see how 'fun' this spanking was going to be.

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So, what I envisioned was this region being a small City located on an island.(like NY but sooooo much smaller.) Since the city is so small, I think they usually process Littles manually, and that typically isn't a issue. ---and the news Reece was watching was local news, therefore not super important or large scale. (I would imagine small blips like this happen periodically just because of the technology??) Additionally, what I also envisioned was that the amount of Littles that actually came through the rift was something like 15-30 However, with the news of the rift opening up, lots of Amazons would most likely use this as an excuse to snatch up normal portal Littles, or take them to adoption Centers with the hopes of adopting them. And logistically, it would be really difficult to calculate where all of them came from and send them back; this is a fairly local happening, so I imagined the authorities would try to keep most of it under wraps and from making big/global news or anything like that. It's just easier for them to quickly sweep everything under the rug. --at least that was my logic behind it! Let me know if this actually makes any sense?? Because I do try to work out logistics in the backstory before I make another chapter--but I really do wanna know if it seems plausible ? Thank you ?? I was actually pretty worried about how people would react to the introduction of Reece lol ♥️ Glad you're enjoying the ride ☺️☺️ Big things are comin' for sure! Thank you so much ☺️?

More details and tidbits! Stuff is coming together, Hope everyone enjoys Chapter 7 {Reece} Reece slammed the door to her apartment as she threw her keys on to the nearby lampside table; work had kicked her ass today. She brushed her short blonde hair out of her face and strode into the kitchen to look in the fridge; to be fair, she didn't know what she was expecting. Reece flung open the fridge to be greeted by cold air and Chinese food leftovers. She sighed, and slowly closed the fridge. If you asked her, Reece would be the first to admit she needed to take better care of herself. --But, she'd also counter that by saying that she didn't need much to be happy anyways. Which...was fairly true when it came to the Amazon. Reece wasn't picky or very particular about anything; she had passions very dear to her..but otherwise, she never made a major fuss and was (mostly) content with her life. She loved to garden and had plenty of indoor plants as well; Reece was also a huge fan of animals--having had her fair share of pets. Unfortunately, Reece was seriously grieving the recent death of her cat Pickles. Work, and life in general was harder for her to deal without being able to come home to her doting companion. To the observer, it was clear that Reece *needed* to nurture something, or someone to feel complete. Case in point, for the giantess--it was much easier to eat healthier when she was doing it with someone, and trying to set a decent example. Reece had bought Pickles the best quality food she could afford on her salary, and even then, she still made the conscious effort to switch up the cat's diet and include fresh meats when possible. Pickles and Reece would often eat together; the giant woman sitting at her breakfast nook with a homecooked meal--and her cat's fuzzy head deep in her bowl by her side. For her, improving was easier when you were trying to help someone else improve; Reece had gradually let her diet worsen since the day Pickles passed. The Amazon had barely gone outside, except to work. It was pretty sad for her, as Reece was usually very active: Taking Pickles on walks in her harness, letting Pickles be with her outside as she gardened, and taking her to the park multiple times a week. Even as a child, Reece had the same caring tendencies; unfortunately, it tended to come out as bossiness when she was younger and around other children. However, as Reece matured, her nurturing disposition blossomed into a beautiful thing. As a teen, the Amazon loved to babysit and petsit. She'd babysit Littles, Amazonian children, and of course--pets. (Although the Littles happened to be her favorite.) In her teenage years, and even now, Reece was a bookworm; she would make sure she properly knew how to care for anything before she even attempted to. She'd read plenty of books on Littles, and got her babysitter certification. However she acknowledged that, no matter who or what you were caring for, nothing would ever turn out well unless you had the finesse, and the passion for what your were doing. Reece was understanding and flexible, without being a pushover--she knew when to put her foot down. ---And measuring in at 10'2, (even in late highschool), every Little and child knew not to test her. Still reminiscing about her babysitting days, she trudged over to the couch, and popped her dress shoes off. Reece honestly preferred a more plain and gender neutral style; she had her honey blonde hair cut into a short pixie cut, she was lanky, but still feminine with her subtle curves--and she preferred to wear dress suits to work. Occasionally the suits she wore were women's dress suits, but other times, she'd find a snazzy men's one at some second hand shop. Outside of work, she always wore jeans and tees; Reece kept it casual. The Amazon grabbed her T.V remote from her little coffee table and prepared to flick on the television for some much needed mindless entertainment. Yet, somehow after sifting through multiple channels, something drew her to the local news. She laid back on her couch, picking at a stray thread on her dress shirt. Reece wasn't really paying attention until she heard the reporter announce something that startled her. "This is breaking news, citizens of Parva Ischea City, we have been notified by the Amazonian authorities that at approximately 3:23 a.m today, a rift temporarily opened up in our dimension." "..There is no immediate danger associated with this rift, however it has allowed some Littles to unknowingly trickle into our dimension around the city and surrounding districts. Authorities are trying to pinpoint the location of said rift, and are working to neutralize future interdimensional instabilities." Reece cocked her head, her eyes wide-- "--So, Amazons and citizens of Parva Ischea and the surrounding districts, authorities are urging for you to please stay vigilant for any unattended Littles. At a glance, these Littles might look akin to the average Portal Little. However, these individuals will most likely look frazzled and confused; they may possibly be hurt as well." By then, Reece was fully absorbed in the Television. The Reporter continued, "...Therefore, it is imperative that you contact the authorities, or bring any lost or unattended Littles lacking identification to a Orphanage/Adoption Center in your district. We are also getting news that due to the large influx of Littles, Orphanages and Adoption Centers are accepting temporary volunteers." Reece hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath until she let out a heavy sigh; she honestly felt bad for the lost Littles, the poor things. As the reporter mumbled on about the numerous numbers and resources to contact, an impulsive idea popped into Reece’s head. ….She could volunteer?...Couldn’t she? Provided that she wasn’t swamped with work tomorrow, she could hit the nearest Orphanage after she got off. Reece pondered the idea; she supposed it would be beneficial to get out and actually do something, … maybe it’d also take her mind off of Pickles. Reece missed babysitting, she missed Pickles, and she missed being needed. The giantess was 31, but thus far she couldn’t find anyone she wanted to settle down or *be* with; she wanted the dependency and intimacy without the complexity--that was the reason she liked plants, pets, and babies so much. Of course Reece knew Littles could be complicated, and that was something she enjoyed. --But ultimately, Littles knew that they had to be dependent on Amazons, even if they didn’t want to. Reece understood that this dimension wasn’t catered towards Littles; it was big, scary, and unfair, and because of that, Reece wanted to be someone that they could depend on. *********************************************************************************************************** {Lorrie} Lorrie faded in and out of alertness as the Doctor spoke to her; it had actually been about 5 minutes since Nurse Sam returned to the room, but the Little didn’t seem to notice. Dr.Daniels was still carefully cradling Lorrie, as Samantha went to retrieve the diaper and supplies that he’d set out on the counter in her absence. “Okay Lorrie, down ya go..” The Doctor said softly as he made a move to put her back down on the exam table. Lorelei whimpered in protest, she was confused--why was she moved?? Dr. Daniels brushed his gloved hands together, “Ah, I know kiddo--but the sooner we get this on you, the smoother everything'll go.” With the cushy diaper and supplies lined up near the Doctor by the exam table, him and Nurse Sam were all ready to go. Samantha stepped up by Dr. Daniels and the loopy Lorrie, ready to assist where needed. Firstly, the Doctor went for the box of wipes, withdrawing some, he gently lifted up the Little’s legs from the table, exposing her moist bottom. “Sam, will you get that diaper ready for me please?” The Nurse nodded in approval, her shiny ponytail bobbing up and down. The diaper had four tapes and was colored a pale pink; Samantha unfurled it, and began to prep it for Lorrie’s tushie. Like everything in the office, even the baby powder Nurse Sam sprinkled into the diaper was medical grade; the baby powder contained a number of weak pheromones that helped to calm fussy Littles. Additionally, the scent of the powder consisted of Chamomile and Lavender. After Dr. Daniels finished wiping Lorrie’s bottom and more sensitive parts, he nodded at Sam, signaling the Little’s skin was ready for additional baby powder. Samantha moved forward and began to coat Lorelei’s diaper area with the powder; the stark contrast of the powder against the Little’s skin was quite helpful--the Nurse made sure every bit of exposed flesh had a fine dusting. Wiping the powder off of her new beige top, she twisted the lid to the powder closed. Next, Samantha handed over the open diaper to Dr. Daniels. Softly lifting Lorrie up by her ankles once more, he wiggled the puffy diaper underneath the Little’s bottom. Lorrie lightly began to stir; she felt something under her butt--and she didn’t like it at all. She felt like she was starting to become a tad bit more aware of her surroundings, the shot they gave her must be wearing off. Groaning, Lorrie began to swat at the Doctors hands. It had been a solid 45 minutes since Lorelei had received her shot, so it was plausible that it would begin to wear off now. Acknowledging Lorrie’s fussing, the Doctor hastily pointed to the box sitting on the counter. Nurse Sam quickly grabbed it and handed it to Dr. Daniels. Samantha was getting nervous, the shot was supposed to last 45 minutes to an hour; Lorrie was particularly cranky when unmedicated, so she prayed that they could get the last step done pretty fast. Rattling the small box, the Amazon quickly retrieved a tiny glycerin suppository from the interior. “Sam..her legs please.” The Nurse swept the Little’s legs up, and gently bent her knees, bringing her legs to her chest. With Lorrie’s bottom exposed, Dr. Daniels slowly wiggled his latexed pinkie finger into her bumhole in an effort to loosen her up; Lorelei scrunched her face up in discomfort and weakly tried to kick out. Sensing her movement, Sam applied more pressure to the girl’s bent legs to keep her from moving. Dr. Daniels swiftly withdrew his pinkie, rapidly following it up with the suppository. The Amazon pushed the cold intruder in as far as it would go. Lorrie’s eyes popped open as she let out a strangled squeak-- “..N-Noo...Hey!!” She tried to say, muffled by her pacifier--but it was too late. The Doctor was already taping up her diaper, pulling it in snug against the Little’s waist. Lorrie’s eyes squeezed out a few tears, wiggling at the discomfort of the lump lodged in her rectum. The Nurse lightly stroked Lorrie’s tiny cheek, shushing her--even as the Little’s face burned in embarrassment. “There! The hard part is all Done!”, Dr. Daniels beamed, grabbing a pair of clear plastic panties from the counter. “Wha..What did you put--” The Little slurred out behind her pacifier, drooling a tad. Nurse Sam bent down and wiped away the moisture with her thumb. “Nothing to worry about Sweetie...just a little something to help you go to the potty.” The giantess said, smiling reassuringly. It was in that very moment, Lorrie completely registered the diaper taped around her hips--and was able to fully realize the situation she was about to be faced with. “Oh shit.”, She whispered to herself behind the pacifier.

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Soooo, this is my first time writing anything like this really--so let me know what you guys think, I guess! Super Sexual , so beware ? **************************************** After browsing around on in the more unsavory parts of the internet for about 2-3 hours, she was beginning to feel the effects of her exploring-- Within her lukewarm diaper, she'd been feeling slippery and sticky between her puffy lips for some time. She shifted uncomfortably in her bed, rubbing her thighs together softly. It was annoying, because she'd already put her diaper on for the night, and she didn't plan on taking it off. It was then that a gross thought popped into her mind: …she could try touching herself in her diaper?? She lightly cringed at the thought--but, it was sure to be more rewarding than the normal routine she went through to pleasure herself. The padding was thick and a little warm; she thought back to some of the videos she saw online--girls humping things in their used diapers, people tied up with Hitachi wands to their padded crotches…. She had actually purchased her own Hitachi wand weeks ago…for the very same purpose, even if she didn't wanna admit it. However, it was taking its sweet time getting to her. Chuckling to herself at her absurdity, she wondered why she hadn’t done something more productive to quell her boredom. Obviously, watching hours of porn was bound to have some type of effect on her--even if she was only watching out of ennui. She felt embarrassed and silly: she’d watched everything from erotic wrestling (..you wouldn’t expect it to be overly hot--but it was..) to hours of orgasm denial and torture videos. She’d been subconsciously teasing herself for some time now without even knowing it; during each video she watched, she would squirm around, crinkling in discomfort and arousal. --Then, clicking on the next suggested video that looked, “interesting”. She sighed, rolling onto her back and summoning the nerve to touch her diaper. Much of the embarrassment she possessed started to disappear when she started to push the thick wet padding against her clit; quickly and repeatedly palming the softness into her privates, she began to pant softly to herself. The sensation differed immensely from direct stimulation, the pressure was just strong enough for her to derive any pleasure from it--and it was already beginning to drive her crazy. She could tell she was going to be in for a long ride, especially if she wanted to finish; the way the diaper felt between the sticky cleft of her cunt was extremely teasy. As she humped her hand, she started to feel irrevocably raunchy and dirty. This was a huge turn on to her, so she embraced the feeling and silently began to degrade herself. She was humping her hand in a wet, pee-filled diaper--how much more pathetic could she get? Reveling in the fact she smelled just like a baby excited her; she was just a big baby girl in a pee-pee diaper. The scent of her padding wafted up to her as she continuously pushed the diaper against herself--she predominantly reeked of lavender baby powder, but she was also able to catch a light whiff of urine. It deeply surprised her how excited she was able to make herself just by pressing on her diaper; however, she wanted more. She loved how needy and pathetic she was being, and she wanted to bring herself closer to orgasm--because she was nowhere near it yet. She grabbed her squishmallow stuffed animal from the back of her headboard and started to straddle it; she began to hump at it feverishly, whimpering in desperation. Ultimately, she tossed it off of the bed, finding it too soft to provide the pressure she needed. She was in such a gross headspace and it aroused her to no end--what type of adult would go as far to hump a stuffed animal to masturbate? What rational person would be that needy? She snatched the giant rabbit stuffed animal from her side, preparing to give it the same treatment. Rolling and thrusting her hips down on the bunny, she panted in frustration and pleasure. It felt good..but not really good enough. Thinking, she looked around, trying to find something that’d be guaranteed to send her over the edge. Thankfully, she thought of the small dildo--it was hidden within her nightstand. She hastily flung open the drawer to pull it out. However, she hesitated to slip it inside of her diaper. How would it work? Would it fit in her diaper..and stay in? She decided there was only one way to find out. She carefully pulled the waistband away from her tummy, slipping the dildo down inside her padding. In preparation, she shifted her thighs in order to dislodge her sticky lips from the interior of the diaper; having made room for the phallic intruder, she guided the head of it into her wet entrance. It always surprised her how wet she got, only watching porn--not even having to really touch herself, but in this case, she’d helped herself along by humping everything like a sex-crazed animal. Hissing, she slid the dildo into her cunt up to the hilt. She wiggled around, panting and feeling full; she realized that the diaper was surprisingly helpful, as it kept the dildo snugly in place, and deep inside of her. Whimpering, she flopped down on her tummy, moving her hand to the front of her diaper once more. Having had enough of teasing herself, she also brought up one of her favorite lewd videos to watch (that was guaranteed to make her cum.) For her, this video consisted of another raunchy fetish she possessed: creampies. Though, they couldn’t be just any normal internal cumshots; she loved seeing a throbbing dick, deep inside of a woman--helplessly filling her with copious amounts of slimy seed. It made her feel gross, it made her feel dirty, and it was easy to imagine (especially when she had something deep inside her, nuzzled against her cervix.) So, with the dildo inside her secured by her diaper, she began furiously rubbing her padded clit in circles while watching the video. She could clearly feel her juices leaking out around the dildo within her diaper, too sticky to be completely absorbed by its interior. While she rubbed, she continued to lightly hump at her hand, feeling absolutely filthy. The odd combination of her watching something so...mature, while masturbating in her used diaper confirmed for her how much of slut she really was. Because she was so used to the muted pleasure rubbing through her diaper provided her with, her orgasm snuck up on her very suddenly. Surprised, she began to feel the ticklish build up of sensation and was overcome with a sense of urgency. She was now moaning in hushed tones, still rubbing her diapered clit, and starting to clench uncontrollably around the dildo. When her orgasm hit her full force, she whimpered uncontrollably, trembling and gasping. In her orgasmic state, her lewd words tumbled out of her mouth without hesitation-- Calling herself a slut, she softly announced that she was cumming in her diaper--following that admission, she let out a torrent of fucks, all while deeming herself a big diaper baby. Her orgasm lasted for sometime, due to the unintentional teasing her padding provided her with. When she finally calmed down, she was left twitching and exhausted. She slowly sat up and began to retrieve the dildo from her diaper--it was no surprise that it was soaked. Gently toweling it off, she hid it back in the drawer of her nightstand. In a state of disbelief, she thought about how good it felt to finally commit the taboo act; she could only imagine what she was in for when her Hitachi arrived. After wetting her diaper once more, she slid her crinkly tush under the sheets and drifted off into a satisfied sleep.

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That's actually a super hard question--I actually found ab/dl when I was really young (13-14?), and back then I legitimately couldn't understand why it appealed to me. ( I think besides the power dynamic/ roles?) But looking back as a young adult, I honestly just think I may have been lacking in several areas and was having a hard time accepting the fact that I was growing up. In a way, this was odd, because I remember trying to be so grown up from the ages of 10-15. However, I do have distinct memories of me not wanting to get older. I remember me being in about the third grade, sitting in my Dad's lap crying--specifically because I was sad that I was getting older, and I also remember having to excuse myself from the living room as a kid when we were watching old home videos, because I saw my Mom playing with me as a baby, and it made me SO emotional for some reason, and it still kind of does. I fell out of ab/dl pretty much when I got into highschool, but as soon as I graduated and turned 18, the urge to participate in it again grew stronger and stronger. I feel like honestly, even since I was little--I had the realization that growing up was going to be tough, and I didn't want to do it. I fought to accept it for awhile, because everyone has to grow up--but especially if you're within the ab/dl community, as an adult, you get to make the conscious decision on whether or not you want to be an adult. I'm not even that old, but sometimes I seriously resent all the emotional and logistic responsibility I have on my back--who wouldn't wanna go back to a time with no judgment and no obligation? Only affection and tenderness. Being an adult is hard, you have to think a lot: self-image, money, emotions--and who doesn't legitimately hate that stuff sometimes. Not necessarily sure if I can place a age on when I started to feel like that, but I've most likely always been this way and thought about it,even if I tried to repress it. --Sorry for rambling! But you get the idea, lol