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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

Oh Goodness, this ones a doozy--Enjoy you guys lol Chapter 6 The bang of the door slamming shut startled Lorrie awake from her accidental nap; the Little attempted to hastily wipe the drool that ran down her chin with a mittened hand. Did she really fall asleep in this place? Ugh, she honestly had to get that under control; ever since early High School, Lorelei could practically take a nap anywhere, at any time--it was both a blessing and a curse. Within these circumstances, it was particularly annoying, seeing how she was fighting to stay vigilant and in control. The sheer amount of stress she was under wasn’t helpful either; Lorrie was exhausted.How much time had passed? An hour?--Maybe a couple?? There was no clock in the office that she could see. She groggily looked around--and as soon as she laid her eyes on the Amazonian Doctor and Nurse poised at the entrance, she began huffing and tugging her legs against the restraints. Both the tall male doctor and his pretty nurse paid her no mind as Lorrie struggled; they were casually looking over some documents layered on a clipboard while chattering away. The Doctor was dressed in an olive green cardigan and a dress shirt; his stethoscope was loosely looped over his neck, and Lorrie noticed that the diaphragm of his stethoscope was abnormally small--going by Amazon scale, that is. The male giant was also considerably taller than all the gargantuan women Lorelei had come into contact with thus far--which made him way more intimidating, in her opinion. The Little gazed over his salt and pepper hair and his matching facial hair; the Doctor actually looked pretty kind. However, Lorelei knew that the chances of him being legitimately nice were very slim--considering the fact that all the people that lived in this dimension seemed to be insane. Lorrie quickly let her eyes roam over his Nurse. The giantess was dressed in teal scrubs, with friendly cartoon puppies printed all over the top and pants. Her brunette hair was tied up in a medium ponytail which fell in soft ringlets down her back; surprisingly, the Nurse also looked nice. Nevertheless, *again*, she thought that about Ellie too--and look where that got her. Against her better judgement, Lorrie gently suckled her pacifier and ceased her wiggling; she decided that struggling wasn’t going to get her anywhere productive--and if she actually wanted to escape, she would have to wait for a good opportunity. So, she sunk into the lining of the exam table and waited for the pair of Amazons to approach her--after all, Lorrie was guessing they were only gonna give her a quick check-up...how bad could it be? The Doctor slowly lowered the papers back down onto his clipboard and smiled at his Nurse, then down at Lorrie. “Hello there Lorrie! I’m Doctor Daniels, and I’ll be making sure you’re all taken care of today!--How does that sound?”, He strode over to the side of the exam table, beginning to rummage through the drawers. The Little stared up at him indignantly, wondering if he actually expected her to answer that question with a giant pacifier in her mouth. She then glanced back down at herself, once again realizing she was half naked--she had forgotten for awhile. Stealthily, Lorrie managed to somewhat squeeze her thighs together; the gesture barely hid her privates, but at least it was something. As Dr. Daniels pulled out numerous tools from the drawer, he began chattering again. “..This is Nurse Sam..”, He said, gesturing to the giant woman behind him. “She is going to be my very special helper today, okay?..Sam doesn’t bite, so you have nothing to be scared of, Sweet Pea.”, The Doctor smiled reassuringly as he began to squeeze on a pair of latex gloves. Lorrie briefly looked at Sam; there she stood, waiting dutifully for Dr. Daniel’s instructions. The Little was legitimately beginning to get tired of the baby talk the Doctor was subjecting her to, but Lorrie couldn’t do anything except tough it out. As Dr. Daniel started to draw down the exam table bars, Lorrie squinted at him with as much dissatisfaction as she could muster up...with a pacifier in her mouth. “Okay Miss Grumpypants...” He chuckled, pulling the gloves snug on his massive hands. “We’re gonna check your eyes, mouth, ears and nose first--and then listen to your heartbeat.”, Dr. Daniels said, smiling warmly. He turned back to Sam, “Samantha, would you get my tools ready in order, please?”, Dr. Daniels quickly slipped off the Little’s mittens and undid her restraints. Then,dusting off his hands, he lifted the Little up by her armpits, setting her back down upright on her bottom. Lorrie decided she was going to try to comply to the best of her ability, because she really didn’t want to be punished; however, if they tried something absurd or too invasive, she *would* protect herself. I mean, she could also just give Dr. Daniels any health information he needed??--Not that he had any reason to listen...but Lorrie could still make an attempt if things got too frisky. The Doctor pressed the button on the shield of Lorrie’s pacifier, deflating the bulb and allowing her to relax her jaw. Dr. Daniels then tenderly slipped the pacifier out of the Little’s mouth, giving her a small smile; Lorrie looked down, her face beginning to tingle. She hated being this vulnerable and nearly naked in front of a man that was practically twice her age.. Then without hesitation, the Amazon attempted to pull off Lorrie’s pink sweater. The girl let out a small yelp, and held on to it in surprise--trying to cover her chest with the bunched up fabric. “Sweetie, I’m going to have to give you a full exam; there is nothing to be embarrassed about, please let go.” The Doctor gently tugged the sweater away, handing it to Nurse Sam. Samantha then casually tossed Lorrie’s sweater into the garbage stowed within one of the drawers. “--Hey!! I really liked that sweater--”, Lorelei started to protest, wiggling about. Sam gave the Little a sweet smile; Littles were so naive when they first came here, it was so cute. “Don’t worry, me and Doctor Daniels will give you some way more age appropriate things--so you can be comfortable here, Honey.” Lorrie nodded her head solemnly, covering her breasts and looking down. This was the shittiest day of her life. “Sam, hand me my otoscope, will you?” The Doctor held out his outstretched hand. He then clicked on the light and brought it closer to the Little’s face. “Say ‘ahhhh’ Lorrie, open as big as a Lion!”, Lorrie rolled her eyes and halfheartedly dropped her jaw. Dr. Daniels lowered his tool. “C’mon Sweetie, my old eyes can barely see anything--you gotta open up wider than that!” The Amazon sighed, feigning disappointment. The Doctor then gave Lorrie a mischievous look, the Little started to shrink back in fear--but it was too late. Dr. Daniels abruptly started to tickle Lorrie’s soft tiny tummy, she gasped in shock, starting to giggle uncontrollably. “S-Stop please..I--” And as soon as Lorrie opened her mouth wide enough, the Doctor shined the light into her mouth, getting a closer look. The frazzled Lorrie had let one of her breasts slip free from the protection of her hand, and she was panting quite feverishly. Stupid Doctor, she hated being tickled; but Lorelei couldn’t deny that what he did was pretty smart. The giant looked around in her mouth for a couple of seconds, proceeded to move on to her eyes and nose. After that, the Doctor placed the buds of his stethoscope into his ears, and softly removed Lorrie’s remaining hand from her chest. Fuck. Lorelei looked away from Dr.Daniels, and anywhere but at the Amazon’s two faces while he listened to her heartbeat; the stethoscope was very chilly and it was causing...unwanted effects when it came to her small nipples. Lorrie’s face burned in embarrassment, however, Doctor Daniels seemed not to notice. When the Doctor declared everything all clear, he then asked Nurse Sam for his thermometer and….lubrication? Why would he need--oh. Oh no. Lorrie’s eyes grew wide with panic as her eyes darted to the tube of lube that Samantha passed to the Doctor. “L-Look, uh theres no reason why we can’t just u-use a normal one...right?” Lorelei muttered out in a small voice. Dr. Daniels looked at her in confusion. “Lorrie, Honey, This is the normal method we use for Littles...I’m not sure what you mean. If you’re scared, you can hold Nurse Sammie’s hand--but this is the way to get the most accurate temperature.” The Doctor said as he flipped the top on the lube, and squirted out a generous amount on his latexed fingers. No. No way. A rectal thermometer??Seriously?? Lorrie considered this absurd….and invasive. So as the Doctor attempted to scoop her up and position her on all fours, Lorrie tried to frantically crawl away to the corner of the exam table. “Now Lorrie, C’mon…” Dr. Daniels began to pull her back into place as she fought back tears. No! No! She wouldn’t do it! Lorrie wiggled out of the Doctor’s grip several times before he threw a stern glance over his shoulder at Nurse Sam. By then, Lorelei was huffing and panting--her cheeks streaked with a few tears. She crawled her way to the corner of the exam table and balled herself up, hugging her knees. Lorrie had no idea what they had in store for her, but she sure hoped they were getting a regular fucking thermometer--because she wasn’t moving unless Nurse “Sammie” procured one. Dr. Daniels allowed Lorrie to stay in the corner for a couple of minutes while he watched Samantha occupy herself with something over at one of the white cabinets. When Nurse Sam was done, she brought a metal tray over to the Doctor; the tray contained a syringe, a vial, some cottonballs, and a pink bandaid. As the Amazon set the tray down on the exam table and Lorrie saw its contents, she began to hyperventilate and cry profusely. She hated shots!--And needles...fuck that. “No no no,I-I’ll be good---I’m sorry..please no shots!..” Lorrie adamantly shook her head, tears dripping down her chin. Dr.Daniels shot her a look of disapproval as he picked up the syringe. “Honey, you had your chance...and me and Nurse Sam don’t want to struggle with you or continue to stress you out. This is just a little something to make you more calm--it’ll make you feel ten times better, I promise.” The Amazon said smiling. Lorrie continued to shake her head in protest as the Doctor spritzed a small amount of the liquid out of the needle, readying the proper dosage. He began to move closer to the Little. “N-NO...D-Don’t..don’t come any closer!” She squealed and cried. The giant man briefly lowered the syringe, “Lorrie, Sweetie, if you take this without a fuss--Nurse Sammie will get you a special treat later, How does that sound?” Dr. Daniels said beaming. Lorelei balled her fists…” I DON’T WANT A DAMN TREAT!”, she screamed, pounding her little hands on the table. “I DON’T EVEN WANT TO BE HERE…!! AND NOW...Now, NOW THIS??!” Dr. Daniels looked over his shoulder and nodded at Nurse Sam; the giantess immediately strolled over and began to reach for Lorrie in the corner. Lorelei fought back, attempting to bite the Nurse’s fingers through heavy sobs--but eventually Samatha was able to curl her arm around the Little’s tummy, keeping her on all fours for the shot. As the Nurse firmly held her, Lorrie began wailing at the top of her lungs, working herself into a full-blown tantrum--she screamed and screamed, her asthma beginning to flare up. It was only when she was gasping for air that she’d stopped wiggling enough for the Doctor to administer the shot. “Okay, Ready Sam?...Hold her tight..she worked herself up into an asthma attack ..it seems like? We have to make sure we document that in her file, but this should clear it right up.” Dr. Daniels moved closer to Lorrie’s tushie with the outstretched needle. “One...two..Three--small pinch!”, And with that, the Doctor stuck the needle into her bottom and pushed down on the plunger. Lorrie’s eyes went wide for a second, and immediately after she opened her mouth to scream--her impulse to do so instantly fizzled out. As Nurse Sam held her, Lorrie’s eyes began to grow heavy--and she felt very odd? She felt warm and tingly, and her taut muscles began to relax as her wheezing subsided. Lorrie felt amazing..she felt herself nuzzle in closer to the Nurse as she fought the urge to slide her thumb into her mouth. No..No..she didn’t want to give into...into whatever *this* was...but she felt so limp? So calm?...And so so relaxed. Lorrie wanted to be near Nurse Sam, she was warm and smelled good, but more than anything, Lorelei wanted to curl up with that godforsaken pacifier and take a nap. Lorrie vaguely felt Dr. Daniel dabbing her tushie with a cotton ball before plastering on the bandaid from the tray. “There. Now was that so bad?” The Doctor chuckled, giving Nurse Sam the cue to release the Little. Lorrie nearly fell on her face, she was so sleepy--it was hard for her to stay balanced on all fours. Her upper body slowly slid forward, until her back was at a dramatic slope, and her bottom was straight up in the air. Dr. Daniels quickly grabbed Lorrie’s abandoned pacifier and slid it into her mouth; the Little began to suck at it without hesitation. The Nurse also tossed the Doctor one of the plush toys from the corner of the room: a stuffed rabbit; Dr. Daniels caught it and tucked it underneath one of Lorrie’s arms--she lazily began to snuggle it. Everything was soft and warm, and Lorrie was content. Dr.Daniels began to readminster the lube onto his gloved fingers in preparation for taking the Little’s temperature. He then grabbed the thermometer and gently parted the soft cheeks of Lorrie's bottom, spreading some of the lube around her tiny puckered hole--he then slowly began to push in the thermometer. Lorelei weakly groaned at the intrusion. She knew this was wrong, she wanted to do something about it--but all she could do was suckle and sniffle as Nurse Sam approached to comfort her. Samantha stroked Lorrie’s back as Dr. Daniels slowly withdrew the thermometer to look at the Little’s temperature. The Doctor found her temperature to be normal and began to pull off his gloves to replace them. “Sam, please get her ready for the scale--” Dr. Daniels said, slipping on a pair of fresh latex gloves. The Nurse hoisted Lorrie up on her waist, cuddling the Little and cooing at her occasionally. Lorrie felt her face heat up with embarrassment as she wished she could hide away; however, instead of hiding, Lorrie found herself contentedly nursing her pacifier and trying to play with the Nurse’s ponytail. Samatha liked the little girl much better this way: content and adorable; A little mixture benzodiazepines and regression formula could go a long way. The Nurse then set the Little down into the scale as Dr. Daniels requested; the Doctor toggled with the scale, Lorelei’s heavy eyelids sliding down further and further. Nurse Sam and the Doctor sounded very far away to Lorrie, she could only assume they had written down her weight on the clipboard before propping her up against the wall to measure her height. “Ah, 4’7--a perfect height for a Little!”, Dr.Daniels exclaimed, eyeing where Lorrie’s head met the painted tick mark on the wall. 4’7? ...Lorelei tried to think through the haze--she could’ve sworn she was taller than that??...It must be this dimension, it twists everything around… After Nurse Sam and Doctor Daniels had properly documented her height, the Little was scooped into the giantess’s arms once more. Samantha began to lightly bounce the girl on her hip while the Doctor readied his materials for the next steps of the exam. With the Nurse’s bouncing, Lorrie started to feel a small nagging sensation, she couldn’t quite place it..but it definitely felt uncomfortable. The girl squirmed in the Nurse’s arms, beginning to whimper.... as a small patch of wetness began to form on Samantha’s scrubs. “O-Oh!” The Nurse exclaimed in surprise; the stream of pee continued to drip down the front of the Amazon’s shirt as she struggled to place Lorrie back on to the exam table. With her bottom firmly seated on the soft pee pad, Lorelei continued to absentmindedly wet herself on the table. “H-Hey! I knew we shouldn’t have let her go this long without a diaper!” Nurse Sam sighed in exasperation, trying to pull the clingy fabric away from her skin. Dr. Daniels spun around from the counter in surprise. “It's that damn regression formula, so fast acting--we should’ve been more quick about weighing her and such.” The Doctor shook his head. Lorrie only realized she had wet herself when she heard the light irritation within the Amazon’s voices; deep down--she was shocked and utterly repulsed, however, currently she felt frantic at the idea of upsetting them. The small amount of disapproval they expressed was too much for her, and Lorrie began to cry--stretching out her arms towards the Doctor. “Aw, Honey--Go change your shirt Samantha, and I’ll continue getting things ready here--including her diaper...the poor thing.” Dr. Daniels walked over to the crying Little on the table and hastily picked her up, giving her a couple pats on the back. Nurse Sam hurriedly walked out of the office while the Doctor took care to not get any pee on his clothing. Lorelei absentmindedly clutched at Dr. Daniels sweater as he spoke to her in hushed tones. “You’re doing so good with your exam Lorrie--I’m sure you’ll get adopted in no time!...We’ll get you nice and wrapped up in a diapie…” The Amazon lightly patted her on the bottom, Lorrie fought to register and pay attention to his words. Diaper??...She tried to feel disgusted...she tried to feel anything..but she just couldn’t. “--Whew, I bet you’re gonna have a doozy learning how to use it--regression medications make it easier for Littles to..well, ditch their inhibitions, so to speak. --But the shot I gave to you was only temporary..you seemed to be struggling a great deal…” Dr. Daniels muttered to himself. Lorelei honestly had no clue what he was saying. She just wanted to be held; so, she nuzzled in closer to the Doctor’s chest and let herself suckle on her pacifier some more.

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I had fun with this Chapter! Hope everyone enjoys Chapter 5 {Eleanor} Eleanor burst through the double glass doors of the Adoption building; she clasped her hands over her mouth in an attempt to stifle her whimpering. Lorrie's cries were so loud, she could still hear them ever so slightly outside the doors of the building. El doubled over on the staircase, leaking tears on her shiny work pumps; her legs were trembling uncontrollably, and she kept trying to gulp down the lump that had formed in her throat. If what she did was the right thing, why did she regret it so much? Why were Lorelei's screams…so..desperate?? The Little had sounded like someone was about to slaughter her; it was the most frightening thing Eleanor had ever heard. El was glad she didn't see Lorrie's face: the contorted expression of betrayal and utter panic. Why did this feel so weird? Lorrie would be in a loving home in no time, she was adorable--I mean, Littles were known to make a fuss when things didn't go their way. But no matter how she tried to justify it, she still felt broken. Eleanor shakily began to make her way to work, forcing herself to move forward and farther away from the Adoption center. When El reached the lobby of her workplace, she carelessly rushed into the women's bathroom and almost ran into another Amazon. As Eleanor briefly looked up at the woman, she recognized her as one of her superiors. The older giantess was adorned in a red pantsuit, with her dark hair slicked back in a severe bun. If El wasn't in such a frazzled state, she would have definitely greeted the woman appropriately. However, Eleanor uttered a quiet "Sorry.", And attempted to make her way around her as quickly as possible. The startled giantess took one look at the clammy Eleanor and grimaced in concern; El was pale, sweaty, and out of breath--she genuinely looked sick. The woman silently concluded that that was why Eleanor must have been so late, as she was usually always punctual. “Eleanor, are you alright?” The Amazon inquired; she looked El up and down carefully. “Yeah..I’m just..Uh, I had a rough morning.” El slipped out hastily, her eyes downcast. “...Well..” The giantess began, “Why don’t you take the rest of the day off? You really don’t look like you feel okay, and I’d hate for you to sit around in misery.” The woman lightly chuckled and gently clapped Eleanor on the shoulder. “Please go home and get some rest, you barely take any sick days anyways--so don’t even worry about it.” --and with that, the woman briskly strode out of the restroom. El nearly collapsed in relief as soon as the door closed; she then proceeded to rush into the nearest bathroom stall and plop herself onto a toilet seat. Eleanor flung off her heels and began to break down once more. Through her tears, she asked herself the same exact question that she’d been asking ever since she decided to take Lorrie to that damn Adoption center: Why did she feel so horrible? Eleanor tugged at her hairline in exasperation, she needed to get herself the fuck together..was she really this soft and illogical? El did what she had to do...and that was that. ….Or was it? It was then that the answer slammed into her like a train. Eleanor knew all along that she was being selfish; however, she felt that it was logically reasonable. What was best for her must’ve been best for Lorrie?..Or so El thought. She continuously justified duping Lorrie as it being a win-win situation--But what she failed to realize the whole time..and what she consistently overlooked was the fact that she was scared. Eleanor feared getting in trouble, feared responsibility, and feared dependence. Seated on the porcelain throne, she realized any decision made out of fear couldn’t be logical. El was attempting to use her reasoning as a shield from any responsibility or accountability; sure, she’d just met Lorrie--therefore she didn’t really owe her anything. But--if she was the superior Amazon she boasted to be, how could she let her feelings get in the way of what was truly best for a Little? El let out a wavering sigh; Lorrie was scared and lost--and yet she’d made better decisions than her. Lorrie had trusted Eleanor to lead the way and keep her safe, but she’d only further launched the girl into a whirlwind of fear and skepticism. Eleanor reluctantly thought back on Lorelei’s tortured wails. Yep. Those were definitely affirmation that she’d made the wrong decision; logic and selfishness be damned. Well then, how the fuck could she make this right??? Gritting her teeth, El realized that she might not even be able to. {Lorrie} “Put me DOWN, you fucking cake-faced BITCH!” Lorelei wailed and pounded her tiny fists on the receptionist’s arm. For a split second, an expression of hurt flashed over the receptionist’s face--but only for a split second. Her expression quickly contorted into one of anger as Lorrie shrank back in regret. “Ya know, I THOUGHT you were READY to be calm, but now you’ve made me regret taking out your paci Lorrie.” Lorelei’s eyes widened in horror as the receptionist’s grip on her tightened. “Miss Catherine does NOT tolerate that type of language from such a little girl--those are such hurtful words, Lorrie.” The receptionist (“...Miss Catherine...”) growled out condescendingly. Hearing “Miss Catherine” talk in first person like that was enough to make Lorrie let out a small giggle. Big mistake. “OH, you think this is FUNNY--Well, you’re about to regret that, just like I’m regretting being nice to you, Hon.” Catherine gave Lorrie a toothy grin as she squeezed her tighter. “I--I didn--” Lorrie attempted to choke out, but it was too late. They’d almost made it to the back of the building before Lorelei rewarded the receptionist’s lenience with her harsh outburst; they were still in the lobby, surrounded by plenty of people to witness what was about to happen. Catherine pulled up a nearby chair from the waiting area in the back of the room; grasping Lorrie tightly, she plopped herself down. She then pinned down the struggling Little across her corduroyed lap--Lorrie felt so panicked, she thought she was going to throw up. Next, in one fluid motion, Catherine’s plump hands roughly tugged down her jeans and panties. Lorrie howled in utter shock, “ H-HEY! STOP!!” --but her tiny tushie was already exposed for the whole room to see. Lorrie’s behind felt cold, but her face was on fire; fresh tears sprang to her brown eyes as humiliation overtook her. Catherine wore the grin of a pure sadist on her face as she drew her arm back high in the air; Lorelei concluded the embarrassment was going the be the part of this punishment that stung the most. She was wrong. Catherine brought her giant pale palm down on Lorrie’s plump brown tush; as soon as the connection was made Lorrie began to yelp uncontrollably and kick her legs about. But it barely phased the demonic giantess, it was like the Little wasn’t even moving. “This...IS...what...YOU..GET..WHEN..YOU..ARE..NAUGHTY!!” Each of Catherine’s words were punctuated by a smack on Lorelei’s tushie; it hadn’t even been ten smacks in and Lorrie was already blubbering for mercy. “Please!!..I---MISS CATHERINE! I’m SORRY...I’m SORRY!!! I’ll be GOOD, I’ll be GOOD…” The numerous onlookers in the lobby tossed over occasional glances of approval. Lorrie flailed her soft little legs as Miss Catherine went to town on her bottom; the Little’s cries became more and more juvenile the longer the spanking persisted. It was only when the Amazon’s hand became tired and red that she stopped, but even after she ceased Lorrie continued to chant to herself: “...I’ll be good...I’ll be good..” As Catherine turned the Little upright on her lap, she bent down and tossed the tiny pair of jeans and panties into a nearby trashcan. Her bruised ego soothed, the receptionist was ready to give Lorrie a much needed dose of affection. The giantess pressed the sniffling Lorrie to her bosom, “Aw, there there Sweetie, Miss Catherine’s got you. Did you learn your lesson, hmm?” Not trusting herself to speak, Lorrie nodded up and down, subconsciously rubbing her cheek against the soft fabric of Catherine’s shirt. Lorelei forgot she was pantsless, and she forgot about her betrayal as the unbearable embarrassment set in.....adding to the sting of her butt. Even though Catherine was an insufferable bitch, she further hid her face in her bosom, wishing she could disappear. “Awww, well now that you’ve learned your lesson--we can get you all checked in and taken care of.” Catherine stood up, refreshed. She held Lorrie, cradling her bare bottom as she continued her walk to the back of the Lobby, and through the door. The Amazon casually popped the pacifier back into Lorrie’s mouth, inflating it only slightly. Lorelei didn’t struggle at all, as she knew not to. The Little felt broken and terrible, she wondered where “Miss Catherine” was taking her to. As they stepped through the back door, they entered a long corridor. Like all of the building thus far, the wallpaper of the hallway was a washed out, tired blue--which only contributed to Lorrie’s declining attitude. They stepped through one of the doors in the hallway, into what seemed to be a Doctor’s office/ exam room….of a pediatric center. The wallpaper of the office was striped with pastel pinks, blues, yellows, and greens, and the trim of the wallpaper was also adorned with multiple jolly cartoon animals. Within the exam room, there was also plain white exam table. It was crib-like, and had bars on all sides, which any Little would have trouble getting over. It also had drawers, similar to a normal exam table. There were also some plain white cabinets, covered with animal stickers, a scale (which was more like a baby scale), some plush toys, and measurements painted on the wall. (Lorrie was assuming this was to measure height.) Catherine hoisted Lorrie onto the exam table and drew up the bars with a click. “The nurse or Doctor should be in soon to take care of you Lorrie, I don’t have to stay with you in here do I? Are you going to be a good girl?” The Amazon snarkily questioned, her hands on her hips. Lorelei hurriedly nodded her head up and down, scared of what Catherine might do. “Hmmm…” The receptionist tapped her finger on her chin in a thinking manner, “Since you gave me so much trouble earlier, I might want to put the restraints on, just in case.” Catherine moved towards the drawers under the exam table, rummaging around. Lorrie’s eyes bugged out of her head--she stood up on her knees and held the bars: “Mhhmphhh! Mhhmmphh!”, she began to protest. “Oh now, c’mon, its not going to be that bad.” The receptionist rolled her eyes as she pulled out a light blue pair of baby mittens, (albeit, they looked a little odd to Lorrie), a pee-pee pad (What? Lorrie wasn’t a dog...), and some soft fabric leg cuffs, which were a matching blue. Lorrie shrank back on the table as the giantess approached. “C’mon, we don’t want a repeat of what happened back there in the lobby..be a good girl.” Catherine tried reassuringly. Lorrie wanted to fight, she did so bad. But there was only so much in one day she could take. The Little stopped backing up and sat down on the cushy liner of the table compliantly. “Atta Girl”, The Amazon smiled and effortlessly tugged Lorrie up by her armpits a few inches so that she could place the pee pad under her. Lorrie softly grunted as the woman set her back down. Catherine then slipped the little mittens over Lorelei’s hands. Lorrie was confused at how thick the mittens were... But at least they were soft. Catherine then hastily tied the drawstrings sticking out of the mitts, securing the infantile gloves around Lorrie’s wrists. The receptionist turned her back for a brief moment to ready the leg cuffs. The Little decided to test the strength of the mittens, trying to wiggle her hands out….except...What the heck? The more she wiggled her hands and wrists around, the tighter the mittens got, it was like a Chinese finger trap. In those few seconds, the drawstrings had cut into Lorrie’s wrists so tight, that she was starting to whimper...and even shed a few tears. Catherine turned back to the Little, ready with the leg restraints when she noticed her pained expression. The Amazon clucked her tongue disapprovingly, “Silly girl....the medical grade stuff is nice, isn’t it?” Chuckling, she strode over and quickly re-tied the drawstrings. “These mittens were specifically made to discourage disobedience, in addition to doing their normal job. I wouldn’t try that again if I were you Honey.” Lorelei huffed to herself, absentmindedly sucking on her pacifier...they really thought of everything here, huh? Catherine busied herself, cuffing the soft restraints to Lorrie’s ankles, and then to the bars of the exam table. “There!” The giantess exclaimed, dusting her palms together. “All comfy and cozy!” Lorrie glared at the woman with as much sarcasm as she could muster. “That attitude is going to get you in trouble young lady.” Catherine sighed and tugged on the restraints one last time, testing them. “Alright, I’m going to go notify the nurse that you’re ready and finish some of your enrollment paperwork. Be good, you little Booger.” She giggled to herself, as if it was a funny joke and walked out of the exam room, leaving the door a bit ajar. Lorrie nearly rolled her eyes to her brain, “...’ tHAt ATTiTude iS gOing to Get you iN TrOuble YouNG LaDy’..” she said, mocking Catherine silently in her head. What was up with all the Lady Amazons being total bitches here? Lorrie allowed the bitter thoughts to run through her mind while nursing her pacifier. What? No...stop..stop. Lorelei willed herself to stop sucking at the fake rubber nipple. She was not a baby. Even though she wasn't a baby, unfortunately, she was laying in a crib (close enough) and almost naked as the day she was born. Lorrie attempted to pull her legs together, futilely trying to hide her privates...but she couldn’t. Damn Eleanor. Damn Catherine, Fuck it all. The Little sighed, resigning herself to waiting in misery. Lorrie lay on the exam table: hands clad in oversized mittens, a dummy forced in her mouth, and her sweater barely covering her puffy parts-- Waiting for her next torturer.

For some reason I've always felt like I was weird for this, but does anyone have a desire/need to be spanked until they cry? That sounds pretty general and "normal", so let me elaborate I guess: I have a super high threshold for physical pain, so spanking for me doesn't usually hurt that bad. (I've been paddled and spanked with bare hands, super interested in trying other things though.) I'm not talking like, a couple of years, I'm more so talking like...full blown actual sobbing, I guess. I'm a masochist, so for the most part I find spanking arousing and a pretty mild punishment; however, the idea of it hurting so bad that I kind of regress and lose control of my emotions is soooo appealing to me for some reason. I essentially want to be begging the person who is spanking me to stop ? Is this a common thing? Or am I a bit extreme lol

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Well, she might not disappear so to speak... I do have a general plan I wanna follow for my story, and I thought I described her just enough for what I have planned. But maybe it's a bit overkill, who knows; I just like to include a lot of detail and insight. And I'm sorry they're confusing, maybe I'll just use Eleanor's full name more.

Just wanted to thank everyone for reading and for the nice comments! Thanks @BabySofia for more info regarding the DD. It starts to get real in this chapter, hope you guys enjoy lol Chapter 4 Eleanor cleared her throat. "Yes Lorrie, it's nearby, but you're going to need to follow me and do exactly as I say so we can get there in a timely manner. The people there will take care of you, okay?" El stuttered out. Lorrie's wet cheeks flashed a set of dimples as she allowed herself to crack a little smile. Ellie was so nice to take the time out of her day to help her; with luck, maybe she would even be home by tonight. If getting back was as quick as she felt like she found herself in this dimension, getting back so soon was definitely plausible. "Okay!" Lorrie chirped out. " Just gimme a second for me to get myself together, and then you can tell me more about this place.." Lorrie began to frantically brush at her clothes and swipe at her face with the sleeves of her sweater. "--Is it a police station? Or at least something like that?? I don't have any identification on me but I'm sure…." Eleanor began to tune Lorrie out as she began to ramble. Eleanor couldn't stand looking at the girl's face. That fluffy hair, those little dimples; she was actually happy…and it was…complicating things for her. In all honesty, this was what was best for her though. Littles didn't know how to take care of themselves, and that's something that persisted throughout both dimensions. Amazons always knew what was best for Littles. Yeah. That was right. Lorelei was lost and Eleanor was going to get her some genuine help, maybe not the type of care and help she wanted, but at least she would be taken care of. El began to contemplate what sort of life Lorrie had before she found herself here; Lorrie hadn't mentioned her family or anyone being worried about her once. To be fair, they'd only met about 15-20 minutes ago, however Eleanor was able to sense that Lorelei was most likely a very independent Little, even in her dimension. Honestly, it surprised Eleanor that she had the gall to even call out to her for help, considering she'd never seen anyone as big as El in her life. Yeah. It would be for the best that Lorrie would finally have someone keeping tabs on her and that she'd receive the attention she most likely needed. Lorrie had finished fixing herself up to the best of her ability when she noticed Ellie seemed to be in deep thought; her brow was furrowed and she was looking quite pensive. The kneeling giantess looked almost vulnerable, almost. Lorrie couldn't help wondering what was making her so.. so..well, look so sad. Lorrie stared at her sneakers, genuinely beginning to consider if Ellie actually had her best interests at heart; she decided she would definitely question El on the walk over to….uh, wherever they were going. If anything began to look suspicious or seedy, Lorrie decided she wouldn't hesitate to run. With that out of the way, Lorrie felt a slight weight lift off of her chest and she allowed herself to glance over at Eleanor once more. Ellie was pretty; actually, very attractive. She had defined yet dainty features, and her freckles only added to her beauty. El's once sleek ponytail had loosened a bit, causing red wispy waves to fall into her face. Lorrie also allowed herself to take in her outfit; it was one thing when Lorrie saw Ellie striding down the street…but seeing her in this position was another. Eleanor's skirt has risen up ever so slightly and was stretched over her shapely thighs, the contrast of the gray against her pale freckled skin was quite nice. Her yellow blouse was the tiniest bit disheveled as well, revealing some of her…her..Lorrie bit her lip and hastily drew her eyes back to her sneakers. She was definitely being weird and she needed to stop; however with how big Ellie was, it was really easy to see every minute detail of her figure, her attractiveness…and well, her maturity. At the moment an overwhelming amount of shyness and incompetence overtook Lorrie; she wished she could be big--and she felt immensely embarrassed about accepting Eleanor's hug…and letting her whisper in her ear..and..and-- "Lorrie? Are you ready to go sweetie?", Eleanor grunted, standing up to full height. Shit. Now she was the odd one, deep in her silly thoughts. "Y-yeah I'm ready." Lorrie chuckled nervously, straining to crane her neck up to look Ellie in the eyes. Jeesh, she was tall. "So uh, keeping up might be hard for you, so don't hesitate to ask for any help. I'll try and walk slow..I mean, I'm already late for work anyways." Eleanor giggled, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. "Erhm, I’m really sorry about making you late---But I'll definitely try my best to keep up! So, which way we goin' ?" Lorrie surely did not wanna be carried by Ellie, she'd decided she'd had enough coddling for one day and she was already inconveniencing her enough as it was. "So, I do know a way to get to where we're going without having to walk out in public on the street; I don't really want to attract too much attention to you, with the way you're dressed and all. Don't want any odd looks or unwanted questioning." Eleanor shrugged. Lorrie allowed her face to slightly crumple. "H-Hey!! what's wrong with how I'm dressed!" She looked down at her pink fuzzy sweater, blue jeans, and Vans indignantly. Oh, wait. That's what was wrong with how she was dressed: she wasn't dressed like a fucking toddler. Eleanor squinted at the girl, but before she could say anything Lorrie quickly backtracked. "Whoops! Sorry, totally get what you mean now…uh --so *where* are we going anyways?" Eleanor quickly glanced to her side, struggling to make something up that a Lorrie would want to hear; El typically wasn’t the best liar. Yet, considering she was Lorrie’s best bet at getting home, she’d have no real choice but to listen to her. “So..uh, its essentially our dimension’s version of..like, a police station--in a way.” El began to choke out. “Its like a hub for inter-dimensional lost persons...they have a whole bunch of resources there for situations like these.” Eleanor inwardly cringed, even the notion of something like that existing for Little’s in the dimension was silly. But there. El assumed she was right on the money with what Lorelei wanted to hear. “Oh shit!, Really?!” Lorrie’s face lit up and her eyes grew wide. Eleanor gave her a light scowl. Lorrie shrank back a bit. “Ah...sorry, I forgot, no cursing I guess.” “It is perfectly fine to be excited, just try to remember please” Eleanor chided softly. Wow. Wow. She really felt like scum for lying to this gullible little girl, but what else could she do? Eleanor had seemingly convinced herself that this was the only option, so she was going to roll with it. Even El found her lack of responsibility kind of astonishing; there were certainly tons of Amazons who’d kill to be in her position right now. Caring for Lorelei and sweeping her away into a land of cuteness and infancy--but...that just wasn’t Eleanor. Lorrie was pretty ecstatic, Eleanor was going to take her to was exactly what she needed. All she hoped was that the Amazons working there were as friendly and understanding as Ellie was. Eleanor brushed off her skirt and gestured towards the back of the filthy alleyway, “C’mon lets get going then. Please let me know if you’re getting tired or having trouble keeping up Lorrie.” Lorrie nodded with agreement as she dutifully began to follow behind Eleanor; and with that they were off. On the way to the “authorities” the Little and the Giantess chatted quite a bit; giggling and talking about numerous topics as they crossed behind brick apartments and buildings. “So, I mean, why do Amazons like to treat Littles like that--like y’know...babies.” Lorrie huffed out, her asthma beginning to get the best of her. “Well, the easier answer is that we’re pretty much hardwired to find you guys adorable; another huge reason is that sometimes it can be pretty difficult for Amazons to conceive their own children.” El answered, worriedly looking down. Lorrie stopped for a split second, hands on her knees, taking in Eleanor’s answer while she struggled to catch her breath. Then, without another word Eleanor bent over and scooped the girl up in one fluid motion. “H-Hey! I didn’t ask you to do that!!” Lorrie squirmed in the arms of the giantess, panting and looking down. “I’m sorry Honey, but you looked like you were having trouble, and I did ask you to tell me if you were having difficulty keeping up.” El chuckled. Lorrie was kind of a feisty tiny thing; however, in all seriousness El estimated that her stubbornness would only garner her a world of hurt in this dimension. “You at least could’ve asked first…” Lorrie muttered as she relented, lightly resting her tired head on Ellie’s shoulder. “Do you ever let people help you, huh?? --Because you seem awfully headstrong for such a little girl.” Eleanor giggled genuinely. Lorelei shrank into Ellie’s shoulder, her face starting to burn, “ Well, in my dimension I’m considered an *actual* adult, I’m used to doing things alone. I am 20 after all.” She answered honestly. “What about family? Friends? Are you in school at your age?” El was actually curious. “Well, I don’t really speak to my parents much. Unfortunately, I’m also kind of shy, so I don’t have too many friends or otherwise.” “--But I get by just fine!” Lorrie added on quickly (and a tad too loudly.) “Hey, Hey, Hey...no need to get defensive; I was just asking.” Eleanor chuckled out. Lorrie pouted a bit. “I just don’t want you to think I’m complaining or struggling...or anything like that. People always think that, and they’d probably especially think it here.” Lorrie explained softly. “Believe me, not to toot my own horn, but I’m definitely beginning to think of you differently than most Amazons would.” A pang of guilt rang through Eleanor, and she regretted what she said the instant she said it. Firstly….was..was she really much different than all the other Amazons considering what she was about to do? She guessed not. Secondly, El realized that what she said could be taken entirely the wrong way by the sweet Little resting in her arms. It was weird, El felt like she was actually making a person to person connection with Lorrie, rather than just the usual connection between an Amazon and a Little. Lorelei definitely differed from the blubbering babies most of her friend’s Littles had become, and El appreciated that about her. “I’m S--” “Gee, thanks; I can't actually tell if that's a compliment or not.” Lorrie giggled out sarcastically. Fuck. El felt...she wasn’t sure. Lorrie took Eleanor’s slip of the tongue so well, and that made El feel even more guilty. She was being such a good sport...about everything. The giantess furrowed her brows. Lorrie lifted her head and peered curiously into Ellie’s face, “Its okay, I know you didn’t mean anything by that..it's not a big deal.” She attempted to reassure. Eleanor felt her stomach clench as she teetered on her work heels, carrying the Little. It’s okay, this will all be over soon, and Lorrie will be safe, sound and happy, then the conflicted Amazon wouldn’t have to worry or feel guilty anymore. They walked in a tense silence till they were pretty close to their destination. Eleanor shifted Lorrie so that her head was resting on her shoulder, and her face positioned to look behind the giantess. Almost there, Almost there, Eleanor repeated in her head in an effort to soothe herself. Then, Lorrie decided to pipe up--interrupting El’s thoughts, “Hey..is Ellie short for anything?” Eleanor barely nodded her head. “Eleanor.” She muttered dismissively. “That’s a pretty name.” Lorrie tried. Lorelei felt awkward, she tried to assure Eleanor that she hadn’t taken any offense to what she said earlier at all, but El continued to stay silent. Lorrie wondered when they’d arrive; she planned on thanking Ellie for everything and maybe offering to come back to visit. In Lorrie’s opinion, Ellie seemed really great, and she legitimately wanted to get to know her; maybe she could...could..even take her out to dinner. As a thank you...once all this nonsense was explained to her and straightened out. Yeah. Thats what she’d do. “Hey El--”, Lorrie was cut off by the bouncing of her dangling legs as Eleanor climbed the steps to their destination. “Hey, we’re here Hon” Eleanor hastily informed Lorrie. “Oh, that's Great!” Lorrie attempted to crane her neck around to get a good glimpse at the building before entering, but El held her firmly in place. “Please don’t squirm, I don’t want you to hurt yourself Lorrie.” Shit. Shit. This was for the best. They were going to help her...she’d definitely come to check on Lorrie after work...to see if she was well adjusted. Eleanor could only hope that Lorrie would understand, somehow and some way. The giantess rushed up the steps and through the doors of a large cobblestone building with a sign that exclaimed: “District of Parva Ischea Little Adoption Center”. Once Eleanor was through the doors, with her heart pounding, she rushed the Little to the first receptionist desk she saw and set her down. Lorrie shivered as Eleanor set her down on the cold metal of the sizeable desk; she attempted to look around taking in some of the hustle and bustle around her, then she finally swung her head up to look at Eleanor. El looked panicked, was something wrong?? The receptionist behind the desk looked up, slightly startled. The heavy lipstick and makeup on her face exaggerated the wide smile she gave Eleanor. “Welcome to Parva Ischea Ad---Oh!! Oh my goodness, whose this Little one??!!” The heavyset receptionist widened her eyes at the Little sat on her desk. Lorrie was automatically scared of the receptionist; she didn’t like the way she looked at her and she certainly did not like the amount of hairspray in her bleached hair either. She had a terrible feeling.. A really bad feeling--she wanted to look around more to evaluate her surroundings more; however it was imperative she attempted to give them what little information she had about how she got there, and that she explained who she was. “I’m L--” “She’s Lorrie--” Eleanor rushed out. Lorrie squinted up at the giantess, why the hell was Ellie acting this way? She could speak for herself,she may not have been expected to since she was a Little, but she needed to give the receptionist as much of her personal information as she could (which only she knew.) However, before Lorrie could utter another word, Eleanor cut her off once again; whispering to the receptionist in hushed tones. “Uh..I’ll make this fast. Her name is Lorrie--I found her wandering in an alley, alone, by herself. She needs to get home...Er I mean she needs a home.” Eleanor rushed out fighting back her tears and panic. She couldn’t look at Lorrie, she couldn’t talk to Lorrie anymore right now...she just needed to leave. El did truthfully hope she got a chance to come back and check on Lorelei...maybe while she was sleeping..well preferably. She just wanted to make sure she’d be okay. Lorrie looked back and forth between the two giants, her suspicion rising. Why were they whispering?? What the fuck? “Hey!--Wh--” But before Lorelei could even finish her sentence, Eleanor was speedily click-clacking towards the exit. Wait...wait wait. Something wasn’t right. “Eleanor??...Eleanor!” Lorelei started to call out; she readied herself to jump from the desk. The receptionist looked at her with an expression of false pity before scooping Lorrie up into her arms. Lorrie began to struggle, “No..NO! Get OFF me...ELLIE! ELLIE!...Where are you GOING!” she wailed out. “Sweetie, your new friend has to go...but it's okay you’ll make tons of new friends; including me!” The receptionist punctuated her spiel with the fakest smile Lorelei had ever seen. Both Lorrie and Eleanor were freely sobbing now, El was poised at the exit with her back turned to the desks, trying to summon enough strength to walk through the door. “ELEANOR…! El ...please!! Why???...why..” Lorrie blubbered spilling her tears all over the receptionist’s arms. Eleanor burst through the exit, sniffling, trying to soothe herself by promising she’d come back. Lorrie began to shriek. “WHERE AM I? ...Let me GO! Let go of ME! Why did she LEAVE?? WHY?!” Lorrie was essentially a ragdoll in the woman’s arms by now. She didn’t know where she was, but she very obviously knew she’d been betrayed, and ditched. Lorrie continued her wailing as the receptionist tried to shush her. By then, the pair had garnered many onlookers; they offered their looks of shallow pity and gazed at the receptionist sympathetically. One of the other receptionists sitting at her desk pulled a yellow and red pacifier from the drawer and quickly tossed it to her co-worker. The woman made hasty work of shoving the dummy into Lorrie’s mouth. Before Lorrie could even attempt to spit it out, the receptionist pressed the button on the shield to silence the fussy Little. Lorelei gagged and sputtered, trying to remove the inflated rubber bulb from her mouth; tears continuously spilled over her cheeks as she began to hyperventilate. I...I can’t believe that bitch, I can’t believe her Lorrie thought bitterly. Why...why would she lie to me that way? Lorrie continued to sob as the woman walked her to the back of the building.

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Yiggity Yo, here's the next chapter know it's a slow burn, but please be patient with me! I'm having fun attempting to develop my characters. Hopefully it'll all pay off and be worth it! Chapter 3 Lorrie brushed her nose and peered up at the woman with questioning eyes; what the hell ?? "Uhm, Ma'am, I'm in my twenties…I'm really not sure what you mean." Lorrie tugged at her sweater in nervousness and bit her lip. "--Uh But, my name is Lorelei...but I go by Lorrie for short usually." The big woman squinted down at her with equal amounts of confusion, Lorrie wondered why she was looking at her like that...nevertheless, Lorrie remembered she really needed to cut to the chase. She attempted to straighten up, "Well, Miss--??" "Ellie." Eleanor filled in the blank for her, smiling tentatively. "..Well, Miss Ellie, I'm actually lost and I don't know where I am, and to tell you the truth I don't know why everyone here is so..uh..big." Lorrie shifted uncomfortably. A tense silence filled the alleyway. Eleanor was pretty speechless. Was she serious? Did she not know she was in another dimension?? I mean, she *had* to be a portal little--but how could she not know the obvious differences of the dimension before touring, vacationing…or whatever here?? Unless, she was taken from her dimension?? Or something else? Eleanor didn't know, whatever the case, this Little needed her assistance but this was assuredly going to make her late to work. Unfortunately, this was a huge disruption in her routine, which caused her to be frantic (and the slightest bit resentful.) "Okay Lorrie, I mean, it seems somehow, someway you've made your way into our dimension; our dimension is comprised of Amazons…the 'big' people, so to speak." Eleanor shifted on her knees slightly. "Your kind, are what we call 'Littles', y'know, smaller people... anyone pretty much between 4 to 6 feet, it just depends." She continued on. "Uh, and as you may have noticed... almost all the Littles who live here are essentially..how do I really put it?--They're treated as...pseudo-children." Eleanor focused on Lorrie's face to gauge her reaction; she watched the Little's expression go from confusion to utter fear and panic. "No…no--that..I mean, that can't be possible??? Can it???!!", Lorrie clutched at her chest, she could begin to feel her frustration rise. "…Why?…why would they be treated as children??", she bit out. "You see, uh…they're viewed as rather incapable here in our dimension, but..I probably shouldn't go into the nuances of that now." Eleanor rubbed her neck uncomfortably. Lorrie was flabbergasted. That's why those fucking babies looked odd, because they weren't even babies! They were literal adults, like her, and now, she was stuck here. Lorrie's mind reeled, was…was she going to be viewed as some type of subspecies?? Was she already viewed as some type of subspecies? This was all too much, it was too weird, and Lorrie had way too many questions. "I literally….I can't remember the last thing that happened to me before waking up in this shitty alleyway, and now you're telling me I'm in a world where I'm considered a child???", Lorrie huffed out angrily. With the raise in Lorrie's volume, Eleanor became visibly more worried and uncomfortable. El's eyebrows knit together as she watched Lorrie begin to tremble with rage. The last thing El needed on her hands was an enraged little; whether Lorrie liked it or not, she really wasn't in charge here. "Hey..hey, first and foremost you shouldn't be cursing, Amazons don't react super well to a Little talking like that around here; someone might hear you." Eleanor shook her head. I mean, it was true. A Little shouldn't be cursing, and if any Amazon on street caught wind of a naughty or undisciplined Little, it'd be all downhill for Lorrie from there. Lorrie twisted up her face into a scowl and began to clench her fists, "Are you fuc--", Eleanor cut her off. "Look Lorelei, don't. If you want me to help you in any way, I need you to be calm, collected, and not throw a tantrum; is that clear???", El hissed out. Eleanor honestly hadn't meant for it to come out so harsh and she had no clue where the…'Mommyness' in her tone came from; obviously she was sympathetic towards the girl…I mean, Lorrie was lost and scared…and probably cranky. However all of this was really throwing El off, she didn't want to be dealing with this first thing in the morning, or well….ever, but she clearly couldn't just leave her there. Lorrie seemed like a particularly articulate Little, but that didn't negate the fact that she was indeed, a Little. Eleanor needed Lorrie to listen if she wanted any help at all; lest she be snatched up by some Little-crazed Mommy or Daddy. "I--I just…", Lorrie clenched and unclenched her fists, she tried to maintain her scowl, but it slipped as her lower lip and chin began to tremble. Please. Please don't cry. Lorrie thought frantically. But it was too late as her face began to heat up, and her heavy tears spilled over. "I'm scared!..Okay??..and I really need your help, I don't understand any of this! I'm sorry for getting mad, I just…I don't understand.." she blubbered out. Fuck, Lorrie promised herself she wouldn't act this way, especially with her maturity already being questioned--But everything was beginning to be too much for her. She thought back to her University back home, she'd miss her her classes, and certainly be set back in getting her degree… She didn't have an excessive amount of friends back home, and she wasn't close to her Mom or Dad; Lorrie managed to make just enough to put herself through college, it'd been a hard road, but she did it. Before all this, she was looking forward to what the future held after her graduation…but now, she didn't know. Eleanor watched as the Little began to cry, it was nearly impossible not to feel guilty. The heavy sobs shook her body and El fought the urge to disappear. "Listen, it's okay…we can figure it out", Eleanor muttered under her breath, as she scooted closer to the Little and beckoned her into her arms, between her sizeable knees. Lorrie looked up, her big glassy eyes analyzing Eleanor's outstretched arms. "You..You don't have to do that.. I'm sorry for acting this way; You know what it's like here, I'll listen to you. Please just help me get home, and I'll owe you one…whatever you need…it's on me." Lorrie offered as she wiped her nose on her pink sleeve. "Listen, I know you must be overwhelmed, I'm sorry for my lack of patience; I'll try to get you somewhere safe, and somewhere we can figure this out.", Eleanor shook her outstretched arms. Lorrie skeptically looked at Ellie's open arms before relenting and allowing the giantess to lightly embrace her. Eleanor kneeled on the filthy ground of the alleyway, delicately holding the girl, all while Lorrie gently laid her head against the woman's abdomen. As the Little clutched at El's blouse she allowed the woman to whisper gently to her. "We'll figure something out, I promise. I'll try to help." Eleanor allowed herself to mutter into Lorrie's tiny ears. However, El felt a pang of guilt ring through her as she realized several things. First and foremost, Lorelei didn't have anything El wanted; that wasn't a massive issue, but Eleanor would certainly be sacrificing a hefty amount of things for a Little she just met mere minutes ago. It seemed as if she was already going to be late to work. Secondly, if Lorrie was taken from her dimension, that must have meant someone wanted her, right? The importation of portal Littles for adoption was pretty common. Or--could Lorrie possibly be someone's escaped Little?? She never really considered the fact Lorelei could be lying; Littles were known to be crafty wee things. Regularly trying to escape their Mommies or Daddies and causing a ruckus any place they went: just like a child.However, she wasn't dressed like an escaped Little, but that didn't necessarily prove anything, she could have procured that outfit somehow and ditched her diaper. A shiver of fear ran through Eleanor, she honestly didn't want to help a Little escape their potential owner, albeit their rightful owner--she could be in a lot of trouble. El thought about her job, her life…her calm, comfortable life; as she soothed the girl, Eleanor found herself coming to a reasonable conclusion. "Sweetie, are you feeling any calmer? I think I've thought of a place I could bring you that might be able to help." Eleanor fidgeted uncomfortably, she felt wrong, but this would probably be for the best. Lorelei looked up at the giantess, her hopeful eyes puffy and wet and her dainty hands placed on the Amazon's thighs for balance. "Really, Ellie?? Can you take me? Is it nearby by any chance??" Lorrie perked up between the knees of the giantess. Eleanor allowed herself to snatch her eyes away from the vulnerable girl's expression of elation; El pretended to check the entrance of the alleyway for any intrusion. She felt terrible for what she was about to do--but she couldn't take her! Eleanor didn't *want* a Little, and she was sure there was someone out there looking for her, most likely another Amazon or the Amazonian authorities. Where could El take her where some Amazon would genuinely give a crap about sending some lost Little home??? The answer was nowhere. Thank you so much! It helps tons :))