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Thank you, I appreciate the compliments! I plan to make the relationship between the three grow a lot over the next few chapters.

So… I am back. Kinda lol. School and work really took off, and I didn’t really have any time to myself, but I am now stuck at home for two weeks so here ya go. As always, please leave any thoughts as to how I can improve my story, thanks y’all! --Chapter 7-- I had been changed into clean clothes, it was still a onesie and some denim shorts with snaps along the crotch, but at least they weren’t soaked from tears. I was placed on the floor of my room with Oliver while Mommy went to change, and I had decided to just lie down, resting the back of my head along where the plushie’s spine should be. ‘Should I really be calling her Mommy?’ I pondered. She was nice, not that I had seen too much yet, but the dynamic definitely favored her and Jack. It’s kind of embarrassing to call a near strange Mommy, she definitely held the role, but a lot of it was her control. But it was comforting to be cared for as well, to know you are cared for, a bed, food, and that someone is looking out for you. Staring at the ceiling, I thought of the path that had led me down the road I had been on, and how different of a situation I could be in with a different decision anywhere in life. My hands explored the outfit, feeling the soft yellow fabric, the coarser plastic words on the front. My shorts surprised me with pockets, the bulk of my diaper hidden as the denim kept the shape masked. “Ready?” a sweet voice broke me out of my headspace. A quick look over to the door showed that Mom had changed into a sundress and had done some makeup. “Are we going somewhere special?” I asked as I stood up, grabbing Oliver. “Not really, just wanted to feel a bit pretty meeting your Daddy for lunch.” She said as she grabbed my sides and put me on her hip as we started moving for the door. Daddy had been an overused word for people who wanted to feel kinky back on planet Earth, and still felt like a weird term to be used. “Umm, I need shoes too,” I wiggled my toes up at her. “You plan to do a lot of walking, Buster?” She smiled back, grabbing my naked toes and tickling them. “Kind of,” I giggled back, “I don’t want you to have to keep carrying me everywhere.” “Well, you don’t get that kind of say, but we can get you some socks if you’re cold.” She was smooth, knowing how to show her power while keeping it cute. I nodded my head, I did not actually feel cold, however going out with something on my feet just felt wrong. She grabbed a pair of plain white socks from the top drawer of the dresser and slid them on my feet without setting me down. She held me with one arm, getting the rest of her items in her purse and backpack, juggling me around like it was easy. The door to the house would honestly have put castles to shame, both in aesthetics, and impenetrability. It was thicker than my arm, and sounded dense as the hinges creaked as she closed and locked it juggling me and her purse with ease. The sun was high in the sky, blocked by the gently swaying trees that were taller than some skyscrapers back home. Looking back the house was a beautiful two story, made of brick and stone, the perfect picturesque home in the suburbs that the sappy Lifetime movies showed. Before I knew it, Mom was locking me into a plush and plastic child’s seat, and placing a sippy cup in the cup holder next to me from the side pocket of her backpack. I thought about getting upset at her, I could most definitely sit up on my own, but the chair had great padding and after our little bonding moment, I didn’t feel like spoiling the day like that. She quickly shut my door, and got into the driver’s seat. I stared at Oliver, positioning his soft body to lie on mine without falling. Looking up at the rear view mirror, Mom was getting finished settling in, the car moved without another sound, aside from the soft classical styled orchestral music from the speakers. I barely felt the monster-truck sized SUV move down the street, and I tried looking out the windows, but they were too high up, only letting me see the peaks of rooftops and the treetops swaying in the summer breeze. “What are you looking at Bud?” Mom asked, looking at me through the mirror. “Just out.” I answered, I hadn’t really been focused on any one thing, “If it weren’t for the size differences, I honestly would have zero idea I had left home.” “But have I left home or found home?” I quietly whispered to Oliver.

Great Intro and development into the character. Could use some light editing here and there, but excited to see what you come up with in this story!

Binged this story in a few hours and I really enjoy the story so far! Its a good premise with nice story flow and characters that I can believe, and it all fits in nicely with the existing Dimensional tales so far! Excited to see where you will take this story and how it will progress with Dawn's acceptance of this new life!

Sorry for the delay folks, the last year has been rough on me! Anyways, this chapter was a joy to write and I hope y'all can enjoy! -_-_Chapter 6_-_- I woke up, several hours after our conversation, laying in Anette’s lap, my head on her stomach. The strange plushie was to her right, and I reached out to the creature, grabbing its wing and started pulling it towards me. “Good morning again,” Anette said softly, adjusting herself to sit slightly more upright. She brought her hand to my back giving it a quick rub before reaching down and patting the diaper. “A little damp, still good to go,” she said smiling at me, brushing her hand through my hair. I brought the bird/cat creature close to my chest, hugging it, still groggy and sleepy, and Anette’s warm body was too comforting to leave right now. smelling the soft, sweet scent of detergent emanating off the plushies soft, orange marbled fur. “Are you going to name your friend?” She asked, poking my ribs softly. “I dunno,” I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “What is he?” “He’s a vogel-katze,” she said grabbing him from her lap, “ancient civilizations used to worship them.” Anette danced him around. “Oliver,” I smiled, grabbing him back from Anette. “Does Oliver want to come with us?” She asked, smiling at the moment, picking me up and placing me on her hip. “We need to go out and get some stuff.” That question snapped me out of the moment, “Out, like in public?” I asked. “I can just stay in my room,” I suggested. I really did not want this world to see me like this, a grown adult that simply could not handle adulthood, so was thrown into his righteous role of being a baby that needed looking after 24/7 again. “Please,” I added looking up at Anette. “Leave you home alone, what do you take me for, a terrible Mom?” she laughed, poking my nose to add emphasis, “I just got you, I am not letting you get swooped up by the Littles Protection Services this soon.” At least she had perked up since breakfast. “I just don’t want to be seen, people will make fun of me.” I argued. Anette sat me in the crib with the rail down and turned towards the wardrobe, “Nobody is going to make fun of you silly boy,” She said digging through the outfits, fishing out a onesie with a cartoon character on it, and a pair of snap crotch shorts. Spinning around, she quickly disrobed the pajamas I had still been in, giving me a quick tickle on my stomach while I was trying to figure a way to get out of this, bringing forth an involuntary giggle. “Do you want to try to answer honestly this time,” She asked, her face going back to a more serious complexion, putting the finishing touches on my outfit. “I don’t want to go out because I look like a baby,” I said sullenly. “I’m a grown adult, I don't need this,” I said pointing at my diaper, “ and I shouldn’t be naming a stuffed animal after a Disney film I haven’t seen in eighteen plus years. I woke up in your lap with a soggy diaper that I do not remember wetting and to make it worse, I’m starting to think it’s okay to.” I finished on the verge of tears. I had been more honest to this strange woman who had ‘adopted’ me than I had been to any other person I had ever met. I really did not know why, maybe it was having a motherly woman in my life, perhaps it was her soft, hazel eyes that seemed to gaze deep into my heart. One way or another, it seemed Anette was always able to understand me in a way no one else in my life ever had. She pushed my chin up with a single finger until we were eye to eye, “Of course it’s okay to like what you like, you’re a Little at heart and that’s why you were sent here.” She thought for a moment. “Your diaper is there for a reason. It's a reminder that you need to trust us, your Bigs, to help whenever you want it, or need it.” She kneeled down in front of me, bringing her large, soft hands to my face, “We chose you, baby, when we saw your photo, we saw a boy in need of help and I would not let your Daddy say no,” she stifled a sob within herself. “I saw a boy so scared, so alone that I knew immediately there was a Little that needed someone in this world to trust and show what love is. When we heard you were facing jail time, your Dad and I knew that was not an option, and petitioned so hard to prove that you were worthy of a second chance.” Trust, Love, Worthy those words rang in my ears and struck the last dam holding back the tears. They came big and fast, with my lungs giving out an ugly sob that echoed through the house. I fell into her chest, hiding my face in her shirt, crying hard into this woman that had so many feelings for me. We stayed that way for a while, my sobbing into her, while she quietly cried and comforted me. After my tears were all gone, and all that remained was my puffy eyes and catch in my chest from crying so hard for so long. She pulled my head away and looked into my eyes, “I love you Taylor.” I looked at her tear streaked face and stifled a hiccup, “I love you, Mommy.”

I've worn ABU Little Paws to class when sick. They leaked, but i wasn't caught.

Thank you all for the kind comments of encouragement, they mean a lot to me and it makes my heart melt. There is a long ways to go in Taylor's story, and I hope you all find it as enjoyable as I do! ❤️

-_-_Chapter 5_-_- I woke from the most restful slumber I had ever had, an early morning breeze made the curtains dance in the sunlight beaming through the open window. I stretched my arms, pushing the sheets off me, letting my eyes adjust to the light. I slowly came to my surroundings, remembering the previous day. Looking at my waist, I saw the diaper I was put in was now swollen. ‘I definitely do not remember doing that’ I thought as I reached for the tapes. I pulled, nothing, I tugged harder, only resulting in my fingers slipping off. “Whatever,” I mumbled as I gave up. “I thought I heard somebody waking up,” Anette said walking through the door. “Morning,” I grumbled. “Aww, someone’s not a morning person,” she smiled as she lifted me out of the crib, “and that someone used his diaper!” she poked my belly with the last three syllables. She swung me up to what I now realized was a changing table, and took the plain shirt I had been wearing for at least the previous day off. She made removing the diaper look easy, removing the four impossibly strong tapes, before grabbing both my ankles in one hand and making quick work disposing of it. “Bath time!” She announced suddenly, swooping me up in one arm and headed out the door. She reached the bathroom door quickly, and shut it behind her, setting me down on a plush carpet near the sink. As I was taking in the enormity of the room and its fixtures, Anette started the bath process, adding all sorts of soaps and scents, spreading out a fluffy white towel on the ground. Her arms appeared from behind, depositing me in the warm bath, the walls of the tub looking like an emptied swimming pool, far too deep for me to try to get in or out without help. ‘Another thing I can’t do on my own’ I rolled my eyes. The warm water did feel good though, mixed with scents I couldn’t place and the bubbles resting at belly button level, this was what I always imagined spa’s to be like. Aside from the watchful she-giant, that is. Anette started scrubbing, rubbing a shampoo through my hair, giving a light scalp massage as she lathered it up. I found myself enjoying it far more than I thought I would, surprised at myself I wasn’t feeling embarrassed or uneasy being stark naked in front of a stranger. She grabbed a cloth from the side of the bathtub, lathering some soap and washing me, as thoroughly as she could. Rinsing me off, she pulled the drain and wrapped me in a towel, rubbing me dry. She picked me off the slippery surface of the tub and I got the first real glimpse of myself. “Is that me?” I asked, pointing into the mirror. “Mmhmm,” she smiled, waving at our reflection. “Can I look,” I turned my head to her, “please?” I added. “Of course” she smiled, placing my feet on the cold stone countertop, holding onto my hips. The reflection that looked back was not the person I remembered. My hair was a lighter shade of brown, nearly matching Anette’s, cut into a short clean style. I had no indication of stubble, my scars and blemishes were gone, leaving me with clean, smooth skin. My body hair matched my face, no sign that hair ever grew there. I was groomed and cleaned, even my nails were perfectly kempt, leaving me looking at least a dozen years younger. I partitioned the towel to investigate the rest of my body, finding that I was rid of the many hideous scars from my past, but thankfully nothing had been tremendously altered. “Thank you,” I said finally, rewrapping the towel around me. “For what?” she asked. She looked sincere, “You keep being so polite, I’m gonna have to let the neighbor kids teach you a thing or two,” she ruffled my hair, laughing. Quickly scooping me up, she toted me to the changing table, securing me once more in a diaper, after applying some sort of cream and powder to my privates and bottom. “I still don’t need these,” I was hoping somehow to get through to her, let her know that this must have been some mistake on the form they must have given her, or an incorrect presumption she might have carried. I for sure didn’t know how these people treated their kids, ‘maybe they took longer to potty train?’ I guessed. “I think your other diaper would argue otherwise,” she sang while gently grabbing my toes, bringing an involuntary giggle out of me. She snapped a buckle around my chest and quickly diverted her attention to the closet, grabbing some running shorts and a yellow shirt with some cartoon characters that looked like a cross between Sesame Street and The Muppets, with block characters that had no resemblance to English. After dressing me, she brought me down to the kitchen and strapped me in the same highchair they did yesterday. She messed around in their massive refrigerator for a minute before coming into my line of sight again. “Alright, so what sounds good, I have milk, formula, juice or Little-Aid,” she presented the bottles like a showman, giving me a good look at the bottles they came in. “Um, juice please,” I pointed at the odd-looking fruit, my best guess would be an apple-pear hybrid. The fruit did look good, and made my stomach give out an impatient growl. “Good choice, mind if I have some too?” Anette asked, giving me the puppy dog eyes, while pouring the juice in a baby bottle. “Uh, if you want?” I shrugged. ‘Why ask me, I’m apparently just along for the ride’ I stared at the bottle, hoping to turn it into a beer bottle instead. “You’re just the cutest thing,” she laughed at me, putting the drinks back. She tucked the bottle into the crook of her arm, freeing me from the binds of the chair with her free hand. We ended up back on the couch, placing her glass on the table and placing me on her lap. She rubbed the nipple of the bottle on my lips. “Can Taylor open up for the bottle?” She asked. I shook my head and crossed my arm. ‘There’s a limit, and this is beyond what I’m willing to put up with today’ I crossed my arms in a huff. Anette used her free hand to tickle my side and slipped the nipple in my mouth when I started laughing. It felt surprisingly natural, and my mouth automatically started sucking from the bottle, and try as I might, I couldn’t stop it. “That’s my good boy,” She coaxed, rubbing circles on my back. The flavor of the juice was odd, the appearance of the fruit on the package bore the same resemblance in taste, making it seem like I was drinking a Capri-Sun, rather than an actual fruit juice. Anette dragged her nails through my hair as I downed the bottle, it did feel nice, but I hated that I liked it. I was an adult, I shouldn’t be drinking from a bottle, getting bathed and diapered by a woman who wanted to be called my Mom, it was wrong, wasn’t it? I finished the bottle after a few minutes, Anette took the bottle, placing it next to her empty glass on the table. “Did you like the juice?” she asked while softly smacking my back, bringing out an involuntary burp. “It was good, we don’t have anything natural like that back home,” I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. “Where’s Jack?” I asked. I hadn’t heard anybody else all morning aside from her and I. “He went back to work today, he’d taken some time off to make sure everything was ready for you, and that you weren’t going to be any trouble,” she smiled down at me, “which you haven't,” she added. “Oh, what does he do?” I wanted to avoid any demeaning tasks for a while, so conversation seemed the best option. “He works at Adopt a Little, he’s one of the consultants who makes sure Bigs are ready to adopt, he does home visits, financial investigations, interviews, and then matches Littles to their Bigs.” “What do you mean, matching Littles to Bigs?” “So, when Littles decide they want to come here, they have a lot of tests to do. Make sure they aren’t running from the law or debt, suffering from mental issues, and that it's their own decision.” She shifted in the seat, whether it was from mental discomfort or physical discomfort, I couldn’t tell, “There is personality tests, questionnaires, and a preference sheet that need to be close to a Bigs to make sure that a Little gets the experience they want, and a Big can treat their Little according to their beliefs. Your case was an extremely different case, as you are one of the first in this new program.Your government and the director of Adopt A Little wanted to help more Bigs get Littles, so they import people in positions like yours, who would do better in the care of someone like us instead of an institution. In turn, your government saves money and space in prisons for the real bad people, and Littles get to be cared for.” “So people actually volunteer to come here? To get treated like a child?” It didn’t make sense to me, if you had the opportunity to live a decent life on Earth, why come to this cockamamie world? “Hey, mister, don’t judge what you don’t understand,” her tone dropped to a serious and strict voice, “Littles come here for all sorts of reasons, and everyone has a right to find happiness, understand?” Her eyes were not budging from mine, and I knew she was serious. My gaze dropped, I know people struggle, hell, I had, but not where I wanted this. “Of course,” I replied, people did deserve happiness, but this was not happiness to me, the Judge was right, this was a prison of its own.

Quick chapter, it was part of a longer chapter, but I wanted to add this while y'all waited! Hope you enjoy it -_-_Chapter 4_-_- I waited a few minutes, listening to make sure neither of them were coming to check on me before I sat in a corner of the crib. Then, something I hadn’t felt in years, a tightness in the chest and throat, bringing tears, then quickly turning into a quiet sob. Not a cry of sadness, but all the new overwhelming feelings, humiliation, fear, newness, and tiredness all wreaking havoc on my emotions. I hated everything about this, the diapers, the being talked down to, the crazy Amazonian-like giants of Greek mythology, massive surroundings and the suddenness of it all were too much to keep bottled up. I hadn’t shed a tear in years, not since my Dad kicked me out. Now here I was, sobbing like the infant they thought I was. I buried my face in the pillow, until sleep took over. I woke up to a warm cloth rubbing my face. The room was dark, aside from the dim glow of a night light. “Hey buddy, feeling better?” Jacks’ hushed voice asked. I just nodded, my head hurt, but I just wanted to be alone again. “I brought you something to drink if you want,” he offered another sippy cup. My stomach rumbled at the sound, giving me away. “Thanks,” I said quietly and took the drink from him. This drink was different than the first, it tasted more like heavy cream with a vanilla aftertaste. The warm drink quickly filled my stomach, spreading the warmth through my limbs, then to my head. I felt a hand rest on the front of the diaper I was wearing, but I was too infatuated with my drink to protest. “Hmm, you’re still dry, hopefully this helps.” Jack said to himself. He kneeled down, watching me finish the drink, smiling. With the last few sips, the warm feeling radiated through my body, providing a happiness I wanted to bask in forever. “Guess you like that, huh?” He asked as he brushed my cheek. I didn’t reply, lost in the bliss the drink brought to me. “Sleep well buddy, see you in the morning,” he whispered as he stood up and walked out of the room. I tried to focus on the warm, tingly feeling coursing through me, it was like nothing I’d ever felt before, and I wanted to try to make it last as long as possible. Though sleep quickly won that fight and I drifted into a warm cozy restful slumber.

Thank you, potty chairs are a lot of work, and in my mind Bigs think of Littles as young toddlers, full of emotion, curious, and think they can do a lot more than they actually can. Of course, each Big in this universe is different, but just my train of thought. Thanks for the comment! Thanks! Amazons are purely human mythology, while Bigs are on their home planet. Littles probably called them Amazons, but they go by their own self-created terminology. I think of it as we call ourselves humans, aliens might call us earthlings, but we would continue to call each other human. Hope this helps, I do plan on adding more history or mythology stuff to the story, but I don't want to drown the first chapters with it.

-_-_Chapter 3_-_- “All Littles wear diapers silly,” she said, scraping her nails along my back, bringing forth an involuntary shudder. The fact she said it with such knowhow, like it was as obvious as the sun being bright. I realize I never had the chance to look at myself, too terrified and fascinated with the world I’d been thrown in. I looked down at myself, finding a thick diaper secured around my waist, with a print of a childish cartoon printed on it.That wasn’t the only surprising find, as the hair on my legs and arms was replaced with thin blonde hairs. “What the heck,” I said in mostly disbelief. “I can control my functions, you know!” “We got a funny little, didn’t we Jack!” She giggled out. I tried to wiggle out of her lap,scooching only a few inches before she pulled me back in. “Gah! And what is wrong with my words? Why can't I say what i want?!” I could feel the anger starting to boil over in me, growing tired of them not giving a straight answer. “Littles don’t need all the words they once knew, so we opted to have the bad words not trouble you,” Jack stated, “along with some other issues we didn’t want you to suffer with.” He said it proudly, as if he himself had to carry this burden like a sack of rocks to the tallest peak. “Pause!” I said, rubbing my temples. They both froze, not sure what to do. “Can you let me down, please,” I don’t think I could sound more exasperated if I tried. She gently put me down, staying seated in her spot. I paced for a minute, trying to make sure I phrased my questions. The diaper, crinkling with every step, drawing my focus and frustrations. “I don’t need this.” I said pointing at the diaper. “We know you want to feel some control, but we don’t want you staining the furniture sweetie.” She wasn’t sounding chipper, or like I was dumb. She was serious. ‘Forget it, I am getting nowhere, way too fast with this’ I thought to myself. “Jack,” I pointed at the man, “and you are?” I asked the woman. “Mom,” she laughed,”I’m Anette, but we’d prefer it if you called us Mom and Dad. Other Bigs will find it strange to hear a Little call us by our first names.” I smiled, not at the statement, but that I was finally getting answers! “How long have I been out?” I asked as I sat down, my body getting tired. “You’ve been here for a little over a week, but you arrived in Ardenia nearly a month ago, you had some procedures that needed to get done, and to let your vaccinations start to kick in.” Jack started. ‘So its… I don’t even know when I left’ It was silent for a few minutes, I sat along the opposite wall of the two colossals, trying to think. “Would you like a drink?” Jack broke the silence, extending the sippy cup as far as he could, without leaving the couch. I was thirsty, and the stupid sippy cup was better than the thirst I was feeling. I lept for the cup, trying to twist it open. After a few failed attempts, I submitted to the fate of this loss, tasting the humiliation mixed with the sweet ambrosia of what tasted like caramel and vanilla. It only took half a moment to down the contents, feeling warm and a little more at ease.“Feeling better?” Jack asked with a smile, I nodded, “Thanks,” I handed him the cup and he headed to the kitchen. “Do you want to see your room?” Anette asked. “Yeah,” I started standing up, when I felt her hands starting to pull me up. “Um, can I walk please?” I tried to hide the annoyance from my voice. “Oh, the stairs are a little scary, are you sure?” she asked as she set me down. “I can do it, I kinda want to stretch my legs.” It was the best excuse I could come up with. I mean, who would want to be picked up all the time? The stairs were tall. I had to pull myself over each ledge, Anette looking worried, getting ready to catch me at any second. I crawled over the last step out of breath, pushing myself out of the way so Anette could come up securing the locking gate behind her. “You okay?” she squatted next to me, “I’m good… just tired” I panted out. I stood up, quickly sliding away from the railing. “Would it be okay to hold your hand?” She reached down, and I obliged, as she let me climb the stairs alone, plus she looked a little sad. She opened the first door on the right, showing the room I had a brief look at earlier in the day. In one corner there was a rocking chair, in front of it was a green patterned rug. There was a chest, some plushies, and a bookshelf on the opposite side of the room from the crib, adorned with some books I recognized, but most I didn’t. In the center of the room was a plastic table and two chunky plastic chairs, covered in art supplies. Next to the crib was a tall cabinet, with a pad atop it, matching the color scheme of the other furniture in the room. “Whaddya think?” Anette broke the silence, ‘what does she want me to say? Thanks for the baby stuff, it looks superb!?’ “It's huge,” I finally manage, “thanks.” She seemed to know I wasn’t enthusiastic, “give it a chance,” she knelt down next to me, holding my shoulders, “I know it is a big change, but I promise, we only want you to be happy.” She examined my face before speaking again, “want to watch a movie with us?” I continued staring at the ground, “actually, can I just take a nap?” I really just wanted to think and be by myself for a while. “Of course,” she empathized as she lifted me into my new wooden prison.

Yeah, I made some edits to help make more sense, and if i were looking at 20+ years in a prison or life with some freedoms, i think i would choose the latter. Getting out of prison at 40, with no family to help when I get out just seems like a rebound case, or find the wrong family behind bars. Hopefully it does make sense, and thanks for the imput! Working on it, should have the next chapter out around this weekend!

Thank you! Im glad you like it

-_-_Chapter 2_-_- “Taylor…” a voice called out. I opened my eyes briefly, but the lights were too harsh, and quickly shut them, bringing my arms up to rub the sleep from my eyes. Only, my arms were bound, this time I found they weren’t bound in the cold, metal, cuffs I had been in, but a warm, cotton fabric. A solid hand wiped my face with a damp towel as the lights were dimmed, “is that better?” a voice sang out. I tried opening my eyes, blinking them into focus. As the fog lifted from my vision, I made out a woman standing over me, smiling. “What the…” I couldn’t find the words, “fudge.” I finished with the only word that came to my mind. “Hi there,” I looked around trying to find where I was. The lady blocked a bit of the view, but I could make out a massive room, painted in a light blue, with a yellow patterned chair rail wallpaper. There were framed pictures I couldn’t place, and some light colored wood furniture. I looked back at the smiling lady. She was pretty, in a way that was hard for me to state, but there was something off. She wasn’t hot, just pretty, with long cinnamon colored hair, and plain face. She was average build, and it took a few seconds to realize what I was missing. She was tall, no, massive, she had to be at least twice my height. I tried to wiggle to the corner of the cell, but her arms swooped down and pulled me up. “No no no no no!” I yelled as she grappled me up to her chest. “It's ok hon, Momma’s got you,” she said softly while patting my back. “Wha..” I started, before I made the mistake of looking down, my feet being nearly 10 feet off the ground. I tried to grab her shirt through the cotton binding, as I’d much rather risk being in the arms of something that could crush me in an instant, than fall this far from the ground, as this giant was trying to call herself my mom. I figured that as an indication that until she realized her mistake, I’d at least not get hurt. “I’ve got you sweetie, you’re okay,” she said with a chuckle in her voice, hugging me a bit tighter. I peeked out and saw that I hadn’t been in another cell, but a crib. A huge crib, the size of a king bed, along with some childish looking sheets and a stuffed animal I couldn’t immediately place. She smelled nice, not overly perfumed, but she had a nice homely smell to her as well. I tried to ignore the bobbing and tucked my head into her, fearing a fall, or what she could do to me if I were to piss her off. “Oh, is someone finally up?” I heard a male voice from behind me. “He’s a bit scared, so I kept him swaddled,” she replied in a hushed tone. “Here,” he started as I heard a shuffle, “let’s get him in his chair and see if he wants to talk.” I felt his huge hands grab my torso, and quickly set me down as he removed the cloth wrap, before clipping a belt around my waist. “Where the frick am I?” I said spitefully. I was pissed, terrified and confused, the massive people and furniture, along with their words made no sense. Giants definitely did not exist, that I was pretty sure of, as it would be pretty easy to spot them in crowds. The couple standing in front of me were easily tall enough to pass for statues, standing at least a dozen feet above me. “Woah, sport, calm down.” said the man squatting on his knees so we were nearly face to face. He looked tidy, clean shaven with a nice haircut. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, and had the ‘I’m the cool, trendy grown-up that knows the current trends’. “You’re in your new home,” he said, putting his arm up to present the room like a magician that performed an impressive trick. “Okay… and why are you the biggest creatures I have ever seen?” I sounded whimpier and uneasier than I meant, but it was still sincere. “We’re your new Bigs,” the woman replied from my side, depositing a cup of water, “and you’re our new Little.” She sounded so matter-of-factly, like it was obvious. She put her hands on the man’s shoulders, and rested her chin atop his head. “What do you mean?!” I was getting more frustrated, ‘obviously they are big, that’s a no brainer’ I thought to myself. “You’re in Ardenia,” smiled the lady, “and this is your new home. We are called Bigs, because, well… we are rather big, compared to you cuties,” she chuckled out, “and you’re our little, which means we adopted you to be ours.” I must have looked as confused as I was, as she continued. “Normally people come here on their own terms from your dimension to live a better life here. Where they get adopted into families, and live as a Little.” “Woah, woah, woah. What do you mean by dimension?” I interrupted. “Our scientists discovered a way to open a portal into your dimension, but it's an exit, not an entrance. Meaning things can go from your world to ours, but there’s currently no way back.” She paused. “Normally people are sent after an interview and deposit, but your father's work gave him a jump in the waitlist, if we got you.” he reached up for her hand and rubbed his thumb on hers. “So I’m not even on Earth?” I looked down as I felt tears welling up, ‘not that i would miss anything or anyone, but leaving a planet is pretty extreme’. I felt a massive finger under my chin, pushing my head to look at them. “Would you honestly want to be there, in a cage? You’d be locked up with bad people, instead of with us.” She said it like it was an obvious choice. “How do I know what it's like here? For all I know you’re just waiting to grill me and eat me!” They laughed, hard. It took a second before they caught their breath, and she started approaching me. “NO! Don’t touch me!” I yelled trying to get as far into the chair as I could. She froze, wide eyed. “We’re not going to hurt you Taylor,” she backed up again, “We realize this is not the easiest transition, but do you really take us as Little eaters?” I remained stiff and quiet. “If that were the case, why would we have bought all this stuff for you? You’ve been out for well over a week, why would we take care of you and wait if all we wanted to do was hurt you sweetie?” “My name isn’t Taylor.” I said. I couldn’t just answer that I didn’t know why they did all they said they had done, nor could I prove they were lying. “We changed it, we wanted to leave the bad behind you, and felt that starting from scratch was the best option. We could have erased your past, and Jack thought that wouldn’t be right, and I agreed. I wouldn’t want to forget my past, it makes you who you are.” She slowly inched her way towards me. I didn’t fight it this time. She unbuckled the belt, and picked me up with ease, heading to a sofa, and sat me on her lap while the guy followed behind, bringing a sippy cup, holding it while he sat on the other side, looking at the woman calling herself my mother. “Why do you keep calling yourself Mom?” I asked. She looked puzzled, and looked at her husband, at least that is what I had to assume. “That’s the Big and Little dynamic,” he smiled, “ I know you didn’t know what you were signing up for, that was made clear from the beginning, but your Mother and I are your new parents. We are gonna take it slow to ease you into it, but if you feel the need, we can take a timeout to discuss, like what we’re doing now. Some things are not up for debate though.” I had no response. What was there to say? If I ran, they’d catch me before I could scream stop, and how could I refuse, saying no did not seem at all like a response they would take for everything. On top of all that they were impossibly strong! “What things are not up for debate?” I asked as calmly as I could muster. “Well, your medicine, your doctors say you need another few days before the pain should be tolerable.” She started, “nap times are going to be necessary as your body isn’t used to our days. You’ll be on a liquid diet for a while, until your stomach is ready for real food. You will have to stay close to us in public, don’t want you getting lost out there.” She poked my belly with that last point. “And his diapers.” the man added. “My what?”

Haha, I've been trying to work on this since March, and the title kinda gives it away too. Its a subject I hadn't seen and wanted to explore it myself. I am trying to proof read, but should have chapters 1 & 2 up later today as they've already been written. I'm glad to have you interested! Please don't expect every update to be this quick, just want to get what I have out. -------- -_-_Chapter 1_-_- I woke with a daze in my head, and my eyes blinded by bright white fluorescent lights. I could hear what sounded like traffic in the near distance. A familiar, if not beloved sound. It not only meant I was near society, but that I was in the hum of the city, my city. But where? I sat up, only to find my hands and legs restrained to the bed posts. ‘Right, I’m still fucked.’ I thought to myself. My orange jumpsuit had been replaced with a white, long sleeve top, and white sweatpants. “Good morning,” said a sweet feminine voice. I jumped, not seeing or hearing her prior to this. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Jeanne Claude, your case manager for the duration of your stay here. I’m going to unlock your hands, don’t try anything, okay?” she said as she sauntered over to the bed from above my headboard. “Can I at least breathe?,” I asked with a chuckle. She cracked a smile as the cuff clicked open and handed me a glass of water. I drank hastily as she wandered back to her chair and came back producing a document and a pen. “I need you to fill these out and I trust you aren’t gonna use that pen for evil.” she said with a wink, exchanging the glass for the paper and pen. A few items were already filled out and I skipped ahead to the first available prompt: Name: George Paul Veroa DOB: 04/20/1995 Reason for Departure: Refer to Case number 113498976 HPD Next of Kin: None Duration of Stay: Life Allergies: No known allergies Medical Conditions: Doctor will inspect upon boarding Height: 5 Foot 9 inches Weight: 190 Lbs. I stared at the form. A life sentence? I thought I was signing up for some freedom! I sighed, signed the bottom of the form and held the form up for Jeanne to take back, “is that it? It doesn’t seem like a lot of information.” She took the forms and smiled, “The rest of your forms are already filled out due to your… situation. I’m required to cuff you back until your exams are due. Arms up please.” I complied and made her job easy. No use in putting up a fight if I’m being given a favor, hopefully it actually was a favor. “Where is this place? Where am I going?” I asked looking forward. “I am unfortunately not allowed to say anything other than, it’s a better place than you would have been sent to. Trust me.” She added emphasis to the last words. ‘Why the mystery?’ Jeanne bustled out the door and I listened to the traffic, so distant, yet so close, pulsing like a heartbeat of the city. I laid in the bed for a few hours, mostly in my head, but trying to decipher the riddle these people were giving me. ‘Where the hell am I going!’ I was getting frustrated, this is obviously not a cheap place, high tech equipment surrounded me, it was clean, and I was in clean sheets and clothes. Just then a different nurse opened the door and wheeled in a wheelchair. He assisted me in getting me in, binding me into the chair, and making chitchat all the while. I mainly just listened as he navigated the blank white corridors until we finally ended our adventure in a room with normal dentistry materials. Michael and I again did the dance of unsecuring me, and resucuring me into the chair. I was looking at the posters lining the wall of human anatomy and benefits of certain prescriptions when a sharp jab went into my arm. As I whipped my head to see what happened, the male nurse was disposing of a syringe in the hazmat bin. “You fucking as…” I started before my vision faded to darkness. “Mr. Veroa, you there?” a voice called out. My eyes were heavy and struggled to open. When they finally opened and adjusted to the brilliant white lights, I saw Michael standing next to me. “Hello! Sorry about that, due to your, er, violent past, we needed to make sure you didn’t bite us as we did some work on you. You have a couple issues that will get corrected enroute but other than that you’re ready!” He said with a smile. “Whatever,” I replied, ‘how long is this goddamn trip that they’ll have all this done?!’ I pondered. “When do we leave?” I asked, hoping for a few days to rest, the bed was comfy, and not having to do menial tasks was nice. “In two hours, but we need to get you prepared to go.” He dropped a medical looking outfit on my bed, and continued, “put that on and knock on your door when you’re ready to make your way.” he stated as he waltzed out and slammed the door. “My cuffs…” I trailed off as I realized I had free motion again. I gave two solid braps on the steel door and waited back. A security officer swung it open and stood by the door. “Umm, where should I place the sweats?” I asked him. “Toss them on the bed and let’s go,” he said firmly. I followed his orders and stood just outside the door. “All the way down the hall, last door on your left,” he pushed my back as he finished his sentence. I didn’t say anything, holding back my tongue in fear of what I might say. Instead I just moved at a swift pace and kept moving. The hallway seemed to stretch for over a mile, taking 5 minutes to traverse to the end of the hall. The guard unlocked the door and ushered me through locking it once I crossed the threshold. The lights were once again brilliant, but the glossy white walls and scuffed white tile amplified the rooms’ brilliance tenfold. The room was segregated by thick curtains, leaving how big the actual room was to my imagination. There were several pieces of medical equipment and chairs, monitors that were turned off, and a couple people in average medical attire moving about. I had a million thoughts racing through my mind, but Michael and Jeanne were there to break my wonderous thoughts. “Lie here George, and we’ll get you hooked up to your IV and gurney,” Jeanne said softly. I did as I was told and was quickly secured to the gurney. Michael performed the medial side of the preparation, IV, catheter, charts, etc. were all good for the departure. “Alright, George. I need you to count down from 10 for me please.” Michael said with a smile. I saw another syringe in his hand. “Ten, nine, eight, seve…” and the world faded to black.