Fifers12

Dani is in for a long road ahead of her! You’ll have to wait and see! Dani is nothing if not stubborn.

A/N: I realized that I never actually gave a description of what this story is about and honestly, I have no clue myself. I’m kind of just writing as I go along, whatever pops into my head. However inspiration has defiantly come from Chasing Emily, Nerissa’s Home for Diaper Girls, Bnuuy Brainwash, ausdpr, Personalias and I can’t remember the name of the story but it was just like Groundhog Day where this Little is stuck in this never ending cycle! Besides that there are many more I’ve taken influence from! Also, for those of you new to my writing, I’m not big on doing structured stories. I’ll kind of chose a place to start and go from there and fill in it all along the way. Please stick with me! I’ve worked out the ending (whenever that will be) and it will all make sense later on hopefully. OoOoo Chapter 3: Etiquette School. The place where Little’s dreams were sent to die. Honestly, she would have preferred a public spanking, permanent diapering or even getting kicked around by her horrid Amazon toddler cousins but Etiquette School?! Oh, there was no hope of coming out of there sane. She’d woken a few moments later, dazed and confused wondering if it had all been a dream. But it was not. “Abby!” She cried, tugging on the front of the woman’s shirt. “Please! You don’t have to do this, I’ll behave. I’ll be good! Spank me! Diaper me forever, I don’t care! You know what they’ll do to me-” She wouldn’t look at her, ignoring her words and was placed back in her crib. Moving to open up the curtains, Dani exclaims, “hey!” Her hand moves to her eyes, attempting to block the stream of sunlight shining on her face. Her head pounded, a seeping ache forming in the back of her skull. She squeezed her eyes shut. “It hurts!” “That’s what happens when you drink alcohol. I’d think you’d understand what a hangover is, being that you’re an adult and all.” “I’m sorry.” The Little tried again, sincerely meaning it this time. “I was stupid and naive and should have listened to you. I promise I won’t do it again-” “Oh you bet you won’t. Especially when you get out of etiquette school.” She was deadly serious with her stony face, mouth pressed into a thin line and hands on her hips. “We’ll be driving up to Aequor tomorrow morning. I already made the call and a space has been reserved for you.” Dani struggled to breathe, in shock that they were going to Aequor. It was the second largest city after Amazonia located on the coast which was six hours away! Dani had been to Aequor once on a school trip when she was fourteen. It was warm and the ocean was the bluest that she’d ever seen but the people… not one Little was free. She knew they’d taken them there for its shock factor. To show everyone how good they had it in Amazonia compared to Aequor and the more conservative cities and it worked. After just one week, nobody complained about having to wear pull-ups to school ever again. “They’re going to scramble my mind. I thought you didn’t want a regressed Little! I’ll hate you forever!” Dani spat. “This is what you need. It’s for your own good and it’s all my fault. I haven’t been a good mother to you.” “That’s because you aren’t my mother. I already have a mother. I have parents that I haven't seen in three years because of you! I could never love you, you’re just like every other Amazon! IHATEYOUIHATEYOUIHATEYOU!” Dani screeched at the top of her lungs, eyes blinded over with angry tears. So caught up in her own feelings, she didn’t even notice as Abby left the room holding back tears of her own. Dani realized then that Abby was just one of those Amazon Saviours, thinking she could save the poor Little just to make herself look better. None of this was ever about her. She’d just been another pawn in this awful Amazon world. OoOoo The phone rang and Abby laid back in bed, unable to stop the trail of tears pouring from her eyes. She hadn’t cried like this, not in a long time because she was the type of person to never take anything to heart. But hearing Dani say the words, I hate you, broke something within her. The phone picks up and her older sister sounds from the other line. “Hey Abby. What’s up?” “I- I don’t know what to do!” Those are the first words out of her mouth. She attempts to compose herself only to burst into tears once again. It’s silent on the other end besides a heavy breathing. Finally, she speaks up. “What’s wrong, Abby? What happened?” Her sister, Veronica is concerned. “I’m sending Dani to Etiquette School tomorrow and she hasn’t taken it very well.” “Of course, she hasn’t. She’s a Little, what did you expect? Besides, you know I’m not one to tell someone how to parent but it’s about time you’re doing this.” Her sister was straightforward, always had been and did not bullshit around. Abby could handle it usually but this time… this time she couldn’t stop the tears. “I love you, you know that but are you really crying over a Little? Who’s the adult in the relationship? Why are you allowing her to control you-“ “She said she hates me!” Abby exclaimed. “My own daughter hates me!” Veronica sighs, mumbling something intelligible under her breathe. “She doesn’t have the emotional intelligence or comprehension skills to even understand why you are sending her to Etiquette school-” “Dani does.” She tries to argue. “No she doesn’t.” Her sister cuts her off. “Littles see the world in black and white, in good and bad. She heard something she didn't like so she lashed out. That’s normal, even with Amazon children. You wouldn’t believe the number of times Billy and Cameron have said they hated me.” She thinks to her nephews, rightful terrors they are, at only seven years old. They couldn’t be left alone with Dani because they’d simply scare her to death. “The difference is that the boys will grow up. They will gain maturity and learn from their past mistakes, but Dani? That’ll never be possible for her. You are doing this Little girl a favor.” “It doesn’t feel like it.” Her voice is just a whisper, questioning her own ability to even properly parent. “Let me ask you a question,” says Veronica. “What would happen if you were to throw a baby in a pool?” “They’d drown!” Abby gasps. “Wh-why would you throw someone in a pool that can’t even swim? They’re way too young.” It’s quiet on the other end and half a second later, it sinks in. “I’ve just about drowned Dani. I’m killing her everyday.” The Little’s words ring in her mind: “Giving me all of these freedoms is like dangling a carrot in front of my face. It’s right there and I can feel it yet it’s ripped away every time, just out of reach.” Abby shakes her head wondering how she had been so naive? Her sister’s voice softens, understanding creeping into her tone. “You took her in with good intentions but you have to decide whether you want to be her friend or mother. You can’t be both. She simply can’t process it all.” “I… you’re right.” The Amazon quietly admits wracked with guilt. “I just don’t know if I can face her right now. I don’t know what to do.” “Let me watch her for today. Go on a drive, meet up with some friends, just get out of the house. Steve is away with the boys on a camping trip and won’t be coming home until tomorrow.” “Are you sure?”Abby sniffles, contemplating her offer. “You know how she gets around you.” Her sister was strict and parented with a firm hand, something Dani was not used to. She basically quaked in fear at her sister so she was reluctant to leave them alone. “There is no better time to learn than now. This is what she needs and you know it.” Veronica was right as usual. She had no argument. “Go clean yourself up and tell her what’s happening. I’ll be damned if you let a five year old make you cry. You are twenty-five years old, Abigail. Start acting like it.” She didn’t say this out of malice but tough love which is exactly what Abby needed at the moment. “How soon will you be over?” “Twenty minutes. You’re doing the right thing, Abby. Don’t doubt yourself.” The line went dead and Abby did as she said. Washing her face, getting dressed for the day and brushing the hair out of her eyes, she looked better, decent almost. Re-entering the nursery she let out a shaky sigh at her baby’s puffy eyes and pale face. Curled up in a ball, staring off into the distance, Dani didn’t even react to her re-appearance. “Honey?” She whispers, crossing the room to the crib. Softly, her hand touches her back and with a jump, the girl is shocked back into reality. Abby lets out a sigh of relief that she is not crying anymore yet how resigned she seemed, how unhappy, was almost as bad. “What do you want?” She says coldly, turning to stare her straight in the eye. Abby struggles to keep her composure, shaking away any uncertainty from her body. “I have some stuff to do today so Auntie Vee is going to spend the day with you. You are to listen to her as you do to me and trust me, she will not take any of your attitude.” “But I don’t like her!” The girl cries out. “You’re just trying to get rid of me now-” “Daniella!” She yanks the Little up by the armpits, holding her out in front of her. “One more word and I’ll tan your hide so hard that you won’t be able to sit for a week! You’re Auntie loves you. Show some respect.” “Isn’t respect earned?” She sneers. “That’s it. I’m done with your shit.” OoOoo “In the nursery.” Those were the only words said as her sister arrived. At ten in the morning, she was already craving a fat glass of red wine. That’s how fed up she was. “Do I want to know what happened now?” The shorter, older version of Abby stood in front of her. Staring at her dirty blonde hair, narrow face and pointed nose that she inherited from their father, Abby could only shake her head. “She hasn’t had breakfast yet and you’ll need to dress her. Beware, she is in a hell of a mood-” “Abby.” Veronica stops her. “Get out of here, let me handle this.” She didn’t need to be told twice. OoOoo “Look what we have here.” Dani grimaced, unable to keep the pained expression off her face. She’s resorted to sitting on her knees, unable to sit on her reddened bottom that had not even been brutalized ten minutes before. Freezing at the sight of her “aunt” Dani had been hoping it was just a threat, that she wouldn’t actually send her devil of a sister. Obviously the Little was wrong. Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth, regarding the woman with a weary stare. “Aren’t you going to say hello to your Auntie?” Her voice was sickeningly sweet and the threat was clear. “H-hello Auntie Vee.” She tried not to show her fear but her voice shook as the woman smiled, baring her pearly white teeth. A shiver went down her spine, instantly wishing Abby was here to pick her up- No! Her mind hissed. She doesn’t care about you! Dani, you don’t need her! Yes, that's right. Abby was evil, selfish and corrupt just like every other Giant. She wasn’t going to fall for her games any longer. Now she just had to survive the evil sister. The woman stood at nine feet and even though she was smaller than Abby, she wasn’t to be underestimated. Dani wasn’t afraid to admit that she was scared of her. It’s why her voice was seemingly lost in her throat, letting out a whimper as she was lifted into the air. She wouldn’t put it past the woman to drop her flat on her ass. “Now, none of that.” Veronica hushed. “We’re just going to have some yummy breakfast, get dressed and then we’re going out for the day.” “Out?” She squeaked. “B-but why?” “Because, it’s healthy for little girls to get some sun and the park is having Toddler Story Hour! Won’t it be fun to make new friends?” Dani stifles a whimper. The thought of going out in public with other regressed Littles… it was her worst nightmare. “But I already have friends.” “We can never have too many though.” That was the end of the discussion and Dani knew better than to push this woman’s buttons. At the same time, Dani wracked her mind about how she was going to get out of this. Toddler Story Hour was the definition of hell. Playing with a bunch of drooling brain dead Littles? Yeah, no thank you. Besides, she was older! She was a preschooler! Dani continued to pout, suckling on the tip of her thumb as they moved to the kitchen. Switched to one arm, her Aunt rummaged through the fridge grabbing out a cup of yogurt and fruit. Her stomach grumbled, instinctively reaching for the food only for her hand to be swatted away. “Ouch!” She squealed, yanking her hand back. “Silly girl!” Veronica giggled. “This is Auntie’s food.” But Abby always lets her choose her own breakfast. What was she going to eat? Much to the Littles confusion they went to the living room settling down on the couch. As her thoughts spiraled, the Amazon unbuttoned her blouse and out popped a large breast. Her jaw dropped at the sight and while every fiber in her body rebelled against this indignity, she couldn’t stop the conditioned response. Drool pooled in her mouth, dribbling down her chin just able to taste the thick sweet creaminess. “Such an eager girl, aren’t we?” “N-no,” the words trembled in her throat. She was Pavlov’s dog personified. “Relax honey,” she cooed. “You are way too skinny, we need to fatten you up.” Conflict tore her in two wanting nothing more than to run away screaming yet she craved the milk like one needed air to breathe. In the end, the Amazon didn’t give her much of a choice, re-positioning into a cradle in her arms, guiding her lips to her exposed nipple. The Little was hesitant but knowing there was no way to out of this, she latched on and the world blurred around her. Now, she was actually fucked. OoOoo Dani blinked heavily, trying to make sense of how they had ended up at the park but the haze was too strong. Just a moment ago they were at the house. They were getting dressed for the day and Auntie Vee was telling her what a good Little she was, how cute her little bum bum was all nice and padded. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of Talcum powder. She lifted her puffy dress the color of the sky decorated with pretty sunflowers. There was the faintest wetness that hadn’t been there before. ”What are you doing silly girl?” The Amazon giggles, lifting her suddenly and dragging her back onto her lap. “Are you showing everyone your diaper?” Everyone? Dani is terribly confused and glancing around, she sees they are sitting in a circle. Other Amazon’s and Little’s surround them. “Is that your daughter? What a cutie pie.” A woman speaks up sitting beside them with a Little only a foot taller than herself dressed like a sailor in a blue striped legless onesie. He chewed on his pacifier, picking at the grass in a weird fixation. “My niece actually. Her name is Dani.” her Aunt smiled, rubbing her back. “And yes, you say that now…” They share a laugh though Dani doesn’t know what is so funny about this situation. “Oh, is she a naughty Little girl? My Tommy was the same way before some time spent at Etiquette school and enrollment in daycare. He was studying to be an engineer before, isn’t that funny? Now he just loves playing with his toy trucks and trains.” A feeling of anxiety rises in Dani’s chest that she can’t pinpoint the cause of but this wasn’t right. None of this was right! She watches as the boy, Tommy, picks at his nose, unable to do anything but stare in disgust. “Why actually, Dani is headed for Etiquette school tomorrow. Sometimes they just need a little reminder how to be Little-” “Oh that is so true.” Another woman pipes in across the circle with a girl and a boy latched onto both breasts. Dani’s cheeks pinken and she can only look for a few seconds before turning away. “What etiquette school are you sending her to? My kids went local to Amazonia Tech. I say it’s cra- horse dung,” she catches herself, not wanting to swear in front of the Littles, “that Hypnosis is illegal now in Amazonia. Back when Teddy and Dora attended, it was all the rage and they’ve turned out perfectly fine.” Many others had now tuned into the conversation and all seemingly agreed with her sentiment. “She’s going to Aequor first thing in the morning just to get a little adjustment. Someone thinks she’s bigger than she is!” Her voice had turned into an irritating coo, tweaking her nose. The high had faded and any moment she’d come crashing down and Dani wasn’t sure how long she could stay compliant for. “Aequor, you say? That’s where my son went. Trust me when I say, it’s one of the best schools around. They can have her sorted in under a week.” The lady had just arrived a few minutes ago. Tall, black and beautiful, the boy she carried on her hip had his face buried in the crook of her neck. Around her shoulder besides the obvious diaper bag was a tote bag with a tall book peeking out from the top. The conversation died down and people seemed to know the woman as they all turned their attention towards her. Pulling out the book from the bag, the cover was a drawing of a diapered and pacified Little fearfully running with their arms outstretched towards a towering Amazon with a halo glow as a scary monster lurked in the background. There were whimpers, Littles clinging onto their caretakers as looks of fear crossed over their faces. Dani couldn’t help the a shiver went down her spine, the image obviously meant to induce a sort of alarm. Her aunt’s hold tightened and she shook off the feeling, not wanting to appear weak. Not wanting to appear little. “It seems we’ve got a big group here!” The woman suddenly gleamed, addressing the group of around fifteen families. “Welcome to Toddler Story Hour! For those new here, my name is Miss Berry and this here, is my Little Johnny Boy. Can you say hi to everyone, dear?” The name stopped her short, sucking in a breath, as she waited with dreaded anticipation. His head lifted, a pink blush spreading across his cheeks at the amount of eyes before finally settling on her’s. Oh his hair! His voice! His heart-melting dreamy eyes! It’s the stripper. Little Johnny Boy. Dani doesn’t know if this is God’s sick sense of humor but whatever it was… she had no words. They stare, less than a second, before going back to his caretaker’s neck, softly sucking on his paci so as to forget where they were. Anxiously, her eyes flit around the circle checking if anyone else saw their exchange but the others remain oblivious, oohing and awing over the shy little boy who just couldn’t let go of his mommy. Hugged tight in his hand was a striped zebra who’s ear looked like it’d been chewed on a few too many times. Dani just couldn’t comprehend that this was the boy - man - who just last night, literally made her wet (and not the way she usually was). “Oh my,” she laughs, rubbing his back. “I see someone is a shy little boy today. But that’s ok because we’re going to be reading a really fun story today called: ‘It’s Okay Not to Grow Up’.” As she began, her voice was soothing, calm and Dani felt her shoulders drop and heart rate slow just listening to the sound of her melodic tone read the words off the page. OoOoo As Little Molly Lu filled her diaper nice and big, her mind was consumed with many different thoughts. Her mommy opened the back of her stinky diaper, ahhing and oohing at Molly Lu’s dirty little bum. “Mommy?” She asked. ”Yes, sweetheart?” Molly Lu’s mommy said. She looks up at the tall powerful Amazon and Molly Lu asks, “why am I not a grown up?” “Do you want to be a grown up?” Molly Lu’s mommy knew this was not a weird question. All Little girls and boys had big imaginations! The Little girl nodded her head. “Yes, I want to be a grown up!” Molly Lu exclaimed. She wanted to drive one of those big cars and go to the park by herself and go on a date with a cute boy! Little Molly Lu’s mommy had a big smile. She patted her head and the two walked to the front door. Molly Lu was very confused. “Where are we going?” It was dark and cold outside as Mommy opened the door. “You want to be a grown up. This is your chance.” Said her mommy and Molly Lu couldn’t believe it. Her eyes went big and she skipped outside. But her mommy didn’t follow her and Molly Lu turned around. “Mommy, are you coming?” Her face was sad as she shook her head no. Mommy said, “grown ups don’t stay with their mommies and daddies - only Little babies. Grown ups also don’t wear diapers and grown ups certainly do not cuddle and get nummies.” Little Molly Lu was suddenly very scared. If Mommy was not here, who would tuck her into her crib? Who would change her diaper? Who would scare away the nighttime monsters? The door closed shut and Molly Lu had never felt more lonely in this big scary world. A growl is heard and she looks around the dark with tears in her eyes wanting her mommy. The Little girl lets out a tinkle into her diaper and Molly Lu wonders, why did she ever want to be a grown up… There was a collective silence over the group, Little’s sucking the life out of their pacifiers with wide-eyes and trembling bodies. The story went on showing illustrations of the small diapered woman being chased by the monsters of adult responsibility and expectations that every Little adult seemed to inherently remember no matter how fucked their mind was. Even Dani found herself shivering at the thought of copious amount of school work and the growing stress she hadn’t had to think about in years. “It’s just a little story, sweetie. You never have to be scared in Auntie’s arms.” Veronica whispered in her ear in what Dani guessed was to be words of comfort but felt more like a vague threat. She doesn’t remember how the story ended, though most likely back with the Amazon, because she’d tuned it all out. Veronica frowned at her lack of reaction, staring off into the distance at the other families and lone Amazon’s and Littles alike, cruising through the park on such a nice day. There were sounds of laughter and screams of joy, breaking over the heavy silence that had fallen over the group. Afterward, Amazon’s were talking, Littles sticking fearfully close to their caretakers still spooked from the story. Dani sighed, feeling two fingers sneak in the side of her diaper checking for its wetness. Only damp, thank god. That was just from this morning’s feed. It’s not like she messed herself constantly. These past few days had just been abnormal. “I haven’t seen you around before! Is this your first Toddler Story Hour?” Looking up, Dani withheld her gasp trying her best not to be too obvious. The stripper- Little Johnny Boy - fiddled with his stuffie secured tightly on her hip. She could see the puffiness around his lower half, covered by little blue sailor shorts to match the rest of his clearly themed outfit. The Amazon holding him stuck out her hand towards Veronica, the two of them shaking firmly. “Yes, it was.” Veronica smiled, answering the question. “Decided to take my little niece here on a day out. Give Mommy a little break.” “Well, today was certainly the perfect day! Next week's story will be on the importance of diaper wearing.” Oh for fucks sake! Dani struggles not to roll her eyes, having heard this one far too many times for her liking. The man in front of her, she can see, is struggling with the same thought. A very non-babyish, discreet smirk plays on his lips masked behind the rubber bulb. Dani knew she had to get him alone because she had far too many questions that were not about to go unanswered. The Little decides to take a gamble. It’s a risky one but she doesn’t know any other way and in all honesty, this was the safest. “Auntie Vee?” Her soft voice, light and airy stops the conversation. They all look at her, a hint of suspicion in Veronica’s eyes and absolutely adoration in the other. “Yes, darling?” “C-can we go play on the playground? It looks so much fun!” A brow is raised, Veronica pausing for half a second as she tries to work out what her true intentions are but even she is momentarily taken aback by the girl’s big blue eyes. “Oh, that’d be fun! Look at all the other Littles running around. Do you want to make some new friends, Little Johnny Boy?” The other Amazon exclaims, untangling his arms and legs from around her body and placing them on the ground. Immediately, he reaches up again and a whine escapes his throat. His body only makes it up to her knees and he tugs on her long flowing skirt. “Somebody must really love their mommy!” “You bet he does. That’s Aequor for you.” Dani is placed down and the Amazons can’t help but fuss over the two Little’s, walking them over to the playground just a few feet away. “Come to Auntie Vee, if you need anything, okay? I will be sitting right here with Miss Berry.” She points to the picnic table behind them. Staring at the man beside her, it seems the last thing Little Johnny Boy wants to do is leave the Amazon’s side but deciding to lead, she grabs his hand in her own and they run off. OoOoo The Amazons are watching from across the playground, not too closely, and they are out of hearing range. The two Littles sit down in the sandbox, bucket in hand and shovel in the other just for appearance sake. “D-do you remember me from last night?” Her voice is a whisper behind her pacifier, weary of behaving ‘too grown-up’. For a moment Dani thinks that he is not going to respond but then he nods in defeat, cheeks twinging pink. “Of course, I remember you.” They build a sandcastle, filling their buckets up. The sand is itchy on her bare legs but she does her best not to fidget. That would prompt the Amazons to come over. “What the hell is going on? Last night you were knee deep-” “Can you please not say it like that?” He hisses suddenly. He brushes his floppy hair from his face and he seems almost embarrassed. “Well it’s how it was.” Dani huffs. “Am I wrong in your affections for me? Because I certainly had them for you.” Dani doesn’t know what possesses her to admit that out loud but it’s said and… she doesn’t regret it. Little Johnny Boy doesn’t seem to either. “I-I’m just embarrassed. Y-you’re pretty and now I’m in a diaper.” “Do you think I care? Take a look at me.” A small smile plays at his lips, the tension slowly fading from his body. He talks again, explaining his story. “Mom - Miss Berry - No, Alisha - adopted me six years ago. I’m a Portal Little from another dimension.” Her eyes just about pop open. A Portal Little? She’d heard of them in stories but never had she actually met one in real life! “Which dimension are you from?” “Earth.” Dani was bursting with a million questions. Supposedly, Littles were free there. They were the adults. They were normal size and Amazon’s were the abnormality. Oh, to live in such a place… “I wasn’t supposed to come here. My brother and his girlfriend had signed up for one of those inter-dimensional two week vacation tours but my brother’s girlfriend fell sick and gave her ticket to me. That was six years ago and I haven’t seen my brother since.” “And you were adopted?” Her voice was understanding, pitying the man. If only he’d made a different choice… said no or fell sick himself. She liked to believe there was a reason for everything but what reason did the Gods above have for taking away their adulthood? “Yes but Alisha is different-“ Oh, she’d heard that before. “Do you really think I would be a stripper in the Underground without her knowing?” He gives her a look, seeing her disbelieving expression and well, he had a point. “I went to Aequor but I’m not fully regressed. When Alisha wants me regressed, I’ll slip at just a simple smell. But most of the time I’m lucid like now.” Oh, Dani could believe it. She sighed, “I’m sure you heard I’m going there tomorrow?” Now it was his turn to pity her. She’d considered running away, making her escape at the park but there were too many watching eyes. Even if they made it past Veronica and Alisha, who was that to stop literally any other Amazon from snatching them up? It was too risky. Glancing back, The Amazons seemed deep into their conversation, not even looking their way. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “Maybe you can convince your Mommy not to go all the way? Perhaps just make you incontinent? I’m assuming she’s not like the others given last night.” It’s what Dani used to think but the Little wasn’t too sure of her intentions anymore. “I’ve pushed a few too many buttons and if my evil aunt has anything to do with it, this is the last time I’ll be having a normal conversation.” she grumbles. “Besides, you still haven’t explained what you were doing at the party. A stripper, really? Even the most liberal Amazon wouldn’t allow that.” “Well, you see-” He doesn’t have a chance to continue. The diapered man freezes and a familiar look crosses over his face. Skin red as he grunts, his hands clench into fists and the padding swells beneath his bottom. The stench hits her nose a moment later. There is no time to say another word because from the corner of her eye, the two Amazons are headed their way. So they were watching… “I can’t say anymore,” he hurries to say. “Just know that not everything is as it seems.” OoOoo A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you to all those who have read and reviewed. I promise I’m going to respond, I’m just so bad at it. As always, please feel free to leave a review, I love hearing what you all have to say. I’m going to try to post another chapter sometime this week because I’m going on holiday for about the next month starting on Friday and will not have anytime to write. However, if I don’t post this week, just know that I will start up again towards the end of May!

Chapter 2: Swirling the flute of champagne, Dani is all too aware of the number of rules she is breaking. She’d only had a few sips, obviously not enough to get her drunk but it had been three years since she even looked at any alcoholic drink and the nerves were eating up her insides. Besides at the rate the other girls were going, she didn’t even have time to catch up. Suddenly, Dani puts the glass down with a clang feeling that poison has infected her system and was is to get it away. Carly notices from across the room, coming over with a frown on her face. “Don’t tell me you're not drinking.” She pouts, sitting beside her on the couch. “You were the life of the party!” Yes, she was. Note the past tense. That was before in her wild and free eighteen year old self era with no self control and a penchant for trouble. “Oh don’t be too hard on the baby. I’m sure she’s just missing her nap time bottle. That’s right about now, isn’t it? But oh wait, you get straight from the source, is that right…” Stupid Holly McDonald with her rat-like face always sniffing for trouble. Dani has no response. They’d been friends once upon a time but ever since she was taken, Holly had become extremely nasty. Dani knew that she was just worried, like they all were, with the close presence of an Amazon and took her frustrations out on the easiest target. Her. Dani didn’t even have the guts to fight back because her feelings were valid. She was a problem everyone just chose to ignore and nothing was as it used to be. What was the point in even pretending? “Holly, don’t say that!” Carly rolled her eyes. “You’re ruining my party! Go complain somewhere else!” Carly was loyal to a fault, always had been. “Holly being a bitch again?” Olivia came back holding three shot glasses. Dani covers the yawn with her hand, attempting to be discreet. The worst thing was that Holly was right. She was missing nap time and having been on the strict schedule for the last three years, she was fucking tired at only three pm. “It’s fine.” Dani says. “She’s just being how she always is.” The three of them share a look. They’d been friends since high school, slowly doubling their group in the first year of college where Holly joined and two weeks after the start of first semester, Abby found Dani. The Little hadn’t been able to get housing on campus so her parents piled all the money they had into the apartment. Since then, she hasn't a clue what’s happened to them. Abby was considerate but keeping in contact with her parents was the one thing she wouldn’t budge on and her friends hadn't been home since. A number of Amazons had apparently moved into their predominantly Little town since and it just wasn’t worth the risk to go back. “Why do we put up with her again?” says Olivia, pulling her from her thoughts. Carly. They both know. The girl saw something in her (like she sees in everyone) and Dani supposes the two of them were just blind to whatever it was. “Enough of this dreary talk!” Carly slurred her words. “Let’s drink because this bitch is getting hitched!” The room erupted in cheers, glasses clanging and in a moment she would come to regret, Dani thought, fuck this. Tipping her head back, the liquid slid down with ease. “Lemon and salt quickly!” Tequila. Oh fuck. Her face scrunched up in disgust. That was the beginning of the end of the night. ooOoo They danced, seductively swaying their hips side to side dressed in just a lacy thong and bra. Olivia and Dani pressed against each other, giggling about God knows what and Dani could only wonder, is that what her life would have been like if she’d managed to keep her mouth shut that fateful day? Her other clothes had slowly disappeared throughout the day and god knows where they’d gone. Rule number two was now broken: no naughty behavior. The others were in various states of undress after a hefty game of strip poker. The world was spinning, the lights bright and the music going babump, babump, babump at the back of her mind. Abby was going to murder her. She takes another sip of her drink, something stronger. She doesn’t know what. Carly is completely off her rocker and Dani… she was even more. It’s why she didn’t shy away at the sight of the man in the apartment. Her eyes roamed down his perfectly toned abs, peeking out from behind the white dress hurt only half buttoned at the bottom. She smirked, lip slipping between her teeth and she didn’t try to hide her very open gaze. He was handsome and muscular with gorgeous green eyes and the fluffiest hair known to man that she just couldn’t resist running her fingers through. He towered over her at six feet and while most people did, she didn’t feel tiny in comparison. A warmth spread throughout her body the moment he placed his hands on her hips as she straddled his waist. The Bride to Be had her turn and now it was Dani’s and let her tell you, it was quite the performance. They moved together back and forth, tuning out the cheers and she pushed just a tiny bit closer into him as his hand slipped up her thigh. Someone let out a whistle and Dani threw her head back laughing. This was just too perfect. It was almost as if she was free again and the world was at her fingertips. She didn’t want the night to end. Now, even after the entertainment had concluded, the man stuck around. Hiding in the hall from the others, he cupped her face, trailing his thumb over her plump pink lips. He was devastatingly handsome and Dani couldn’t have wanted him more. “Is your name really Little Johnny Boy?” she smirks. “What do you think?” They laugh. He leans in, leading a trail of kisses along her neck down to her collarbone. “I never did get your name.” he whispers as warm breath tingles against her skin. She pauses, for half a second, her name on the tip of her tongue. “It doesn’t matter.” “I’d say otherwise.” He pulls back, staring at her with a daze in her eyes, like he wanted to scoop her up and take her away forever to the fantasy island she always dreamed of. But there was no point leading him on when any further relationship was impossible. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. What if I want to see you again after tonight?” Oh, she’d want nothing more but she looks away, blinking away the tears that burned at the back of her eyes. Dani had promised herself she wasn’t going to cry. Not tonight. “I…” she gulped. “It’s not a good idea. I’m not someone you want to be around-” “I find that very hard to believe.” His voice is low, protesting her every word. He leans closer, shushing her with his lips hovering just above her’s. Moaning beneath his touch, caressing every inch of her body, Dani thinks, this is it. They’re gonna kiss. They’re gonna- “Oh no!” The spell is broken. Suddenly, she is clutching her abdomen, bent over with an aching type of pain she’s all too familiar with. “Are you okay?” His voice is panicked as he places a hand on her back. “B-bathroom!” She hisses through a clenched jaw. Why Lord. Why now? She’s almost crying. The world really did seem to hate her. “Oh shit, you’re gonna puke!” Yeah, let’s go with that… Her stomach grumbled and she knew that everything that went down would have to come up (or down). Stupid gluten. Stupid drink. Stupid Amazons! Dani just about screamed in frustration, yanking on the locked bathroom door. Giggles are heard from the other side and she swears. “Do you need a bucket?!” The man still hadn’t left her side and his overattentativnes was starting to become a thorn in her side. “Please!” Dani groaned, heading towards Carly’s room. “Leave me alone!” “But-“ She slammed the door in his face and the Little was in too much agony to feel bad. The diaper is where she left it, tossed to the side on the ground and she doesn’t waste a moment. Ripping off her bottoms she slips the thick padding between her legs. She holds onto the sides, unable to tape them on her own and squats. Her sphincter clenched and she strains, pushing out a muddy wet slide and the cramping slowly lifts from her body. It takes less than a minute and then it’s over. Dani bursts into tears, mascara running down her cheeks as she tries to pinpoint the exact moment her life went to shit. “Babe?” A voice calls. “I saw you run in here!” Olivia. “I’m coming in.” Oh god. The blood rushes from her face. How the fuck would they joke their way out of this situation? There were some things nobody could see, not even Olivia. But it was too late. Opening the door, the girl freezes at the sight of the brown lump hanging from her behind. Her hand covers her nose. “If you think I’m cleaning your filthy ass up… think again.” Dani’s lips quiver yet a hint of a smile still makes an appearance. “I need to go. Just look at me.” She whispers, gesturing towards the absolute horridness coming from her bottom half. “How the fuck am I going to explain this to Abby?” The straps were undone showing that she’d clearly taken off the diaper, her face stained with makeup and had the slightly clouded look in her eye from too much drink. Oh, there was going to be hell to pay. For once, Olivia is silent. There was no way out of this. “Maybe-” “Guys!” Someone screectches. They both jump, startled at Carly’s wild expression as she suddenly bursts into the room. The girl is so frazzled that she doesn't even notice their current predicament. “It’s seven fifty nine! You have to go!” “What?” They both shout. How had the time gone so fast? Dani looks down at her phone seeing the missed text from Abby twenty minutes ago that she was on her way. There was no time to change or wipe her face clean or even say goodbye to the others… “Put this on and carry your shoes down!” They hurried, gathering her items and stuffing them in her one arm she wasn’t using to secure her… waste. “Carly, I’m-I’m sorry-” “Just go!” They hurry her out the door and down the hall, the others confused at the sudden commotion. The music fades into the distance, passing the elevator and heading straight for the staircase. “Hey!” Dani turns her head back, seeing the guy from the party. He’s running after her standing just a floor above. “Where are you going? I never got your name!” He leans over the railing, voice echoing out. “I’m sorry! I’ve got to go!” Please don’t follow, please don’t follow. He continues down the stairs. Dani is almost outside. Her heart pounds in her chest and shit is running up her back but that’s the least of her concerns. “Wait!” She hears him shout but she’s already out the door. “You’ve dropped your shoe!” OoOoo Abby is waiting, leaning against the car. She expected that Dani would be late but what she sees is so much more. Hair tousled, make-up running down her cheeks and one shoe in hand, the girl freezes for half a second before bursting into tears. “Mommy!” She wails. Dropping the items to the ground, she waddles the short distance, arms lifting to be picked up. That prompts her into action. “Oh baby…” She doesn’t waste a moment, scooping her into her arms as the girl sobs into her neck, snot running from her nose. Abby can feel the warmth of a fresh mess beneath her hand and lifting up the back of her dress, it’s spread all over her freckled skin. Her hand freezes then, seeing the undone straps and by some miracle she’d been able to hold it up. The Amazon knows what has happened, call it a sixth sense if you will, but now was not the time to be mean Mommy. They would deal with that tomorrow and the plethora of other obviously broken rules. Right now, all Dani needed was a boatload of love. “H-Home!” The Little gasped for breath. “Wanna go home!” “And so we shall baby. Don't you worry a pretty little hair on your head.” They make it home before Dani even has time to worry over the events from today. Held in one arm, Abby strips the girl at the door, tossing the clothes aside. They were going to be burned tomorrow. Anything to do with this obviously disastrous party was going to be cleansed from her mind, even if that meant permanent separation from those nasty Littles. Honestly, Abby was half-tempted to call the authorities to have them properly put in their place but she restrained herself. Anger made people do stupid things and while she wouldn’t regret her actions, she’d regret hurting Dani. Her hold tightened on the Little, restraining her fury. Pressing her nose into her hair breathing in the strawberry scented baby shampoo, for the first time that evening, she allowed herself to exhale knowing Dani was back in her arms. She’d sat by her phone the entire day, anxious at the thought of her little girl being without her. They’d been apart before, allowing Dani to meet her little friends for lunch or go to the Little spa in town for the afternoon. But that was only for an hour or two and she hung around the area, keeping a watchful eye out. But obviously this had been a humongous error. Abby knew that the Little wouldn’t follow the rules but she didn’t think she’d be sobbing at the end of the night. The Amazon decided this would be learning opportunity that she’d be sure to never repeat. “M-mommy?” The tiny girl in her arms whimpered. “Hush, darling.” She whispered, kissing the top of her head. “We’re going to take a warm bath and clean off this messiness.” The girl nodded content but the words lingered on the tip of her tongue. “I was naughty. Punish now?” “No.” She said immediately. “Not now. Tonight is for mommy and baby.” Tomorrow was a different story. Tomorrow, they’d have a lengthy talk on the dangers and consequences of disobeying Mommy. But Little Dani didn’t need to know that because it would only send her into a further panic. Now an hour later, all squeaky and clean, Dani couldn’t have been any more relieved. She didn’t even put up a fight as Abby double padded her in the annoying crawler diapers that wouldn’t let her stand. She didn’t cry as she was curled up in a ball and the fuzzy pink swaddler blanket was wrapped tightly around her body restricting any movement. Her cheek rubbed against the fabric, almost purring at the feel. And she didn’t even notice as the plastic pacifier bouncing between her lips was switched out for a voluminous breast full of milk, sluggishly attaching herself to the nipple. This wasn’t an everyday thing and that’s what made it even more special. Dani just loved to gloat about how she was a big girl not like the other silly babies but she was more babyish than she even realized and when the Little slipped, she slipped hard. Abby just wished that she would just let go completely because really she would be so much happier. She wanted to enjoy it while it lasted because tomorrow would be a nightmare as she came down from the high, battling the internal demons that told her she had to be Big. That she couldn’t be Little. If only she could make her see… OoOoo The morning came and up woke Little Miss Crabby Pants. Abby sighed, glancing at the clock showing it was only half seven. And on a Saturday. Great. She scowled, knowing the girl would howl for hours until she got her way but Abby wouldn’t give in. Not this time, especially after last night. She picked up the monitor, watching the little girl attempt to spit out her pacifier and wriggle out of the swaddle only to fail but didn’t stop her from trying over and over again. “ABVYYYY!” her voice was muffled by the rubber sucker. “WEHMEOU!!” With an attitude like that? She could stay in her crib all day. Making sure Dani wasn’t actually hurt, the Amazon went on with her morning. She would allow the girl to cry and whine and hiss profanities until her resolve broke down. Two hours later it happened. She relaxed in the living room, sipping a cup of coffee and finally starting on her book when there was finally a change. “Mommy?” her small voice echoes through the monitor. “Mommy, I sowwy… Mommy pweasee!” Abby watches as a tear dribbles down her cheek, eyes pleading for a release and forgiveness. Content that the Little has realized the error of her ways, she makes her way towards the room. Her eyes are red and puffy and gnawing on the inflated bulb, stares at her with the most resigned look. “I see my little potty mouth is awake.” Oh, Dani didn’t like that. She hmphs in response as the woman walks into the room, the fight reigniting in her eyes, but not really, she was tired. Any argument now was just for show. “Can Mommy take out your paci or do we need it in for the rest of the day?” Her brows formed into an upside down V, frustration written all over her face. She shakes her head, pushing down the annoyance as much as she can. “Very good,” she hums in approval. “You were such a sweet little baby last night, I hoped it would continue into today.” Reaching down over the tall bars, she wriggles the object from between her lips as it deflates. Immediately, Dani opens her mouth wide, trying to be rid of the ache in her jaw. “Let’s get you changed. From the smell of it, you didn’t only go number one.” Dani is grateful as the blanket is undone, stretching her arms and legs out. She pulls her body up by the bars standing on her tippy toes and reaching up to be let out. Laid down then on the changing table, she scowled at her soiled diaper for the second day in a row. “You did this to me!” “I never forced you to regress last night, Dani. You did that all on your own. You wanted my milk and who am I to deny such a tiny little girl?” Last night was fuzzy as her brain tried to work out the jumbled up fragmented pieces. She remembers the party, shitting herself and the dreamy man loving her in a way no one has before. However, after that it is all a blur. Dani knows that she slipped. It happens every so often but each time she can feel her body losing more and more control her mind losing more time it seemed. She knew partly it was the milk because Amazon’s breast milk broke down a Little’s inhibitions, slowing their brainwaves making them unable to think clearly. Over time, frequent consumption lead to scrambled minds and scrambled diapers. Basically, it had the same effects of alcohol yet for some reason, it was viewed as a good toxin. Plus it was delicious, Dani was ashamed to admit. Now, wiped, powdered and freshly re-diapered, the Little sits up shooting the Amazon an incredulous look. “Why am I still in a diaper?” “You should know the answer to that question Dani.” “Last night.” “Precisely.” They move to the rocking chair and facing the Amazon, straddling her hips there is nowhere else for her to turn. Dani doesn’t even know where to begin. Lowering her head in shame, she felt like a teenager again, the morning after sneaking out of the house to a party. She was sixteen years old at the time and her parents did not hold back, chastising her to hell and back. “This is my punishment? Diapers all day?” It is a rhetorical question that Dani already knows the answer to. She would like to think this is all but it is too easy. She’d crossed the line one too many times and Abby was not about to let this go. “Don’t pretend, Daniella. I’m talking to you like an adult right now.” Oh no. Dani gulped, this really wasn’t good. Slowly, raising her head, she’s struck by the intensity in her gaze. “Do you remember when I first adopted you? The promise we made to each other.” “Yes.” Her voice is just a whisper. “Say them.” the Amazon’s tone leaves no room for argument. “If I respect you then you will respect me.” “Exactly. Respect is a two way street and it has to be earned. I’ve given you many liberties, much more than I probably should. Have I not?” “You have.” Dani mumbled. Inside of the house, she wasn’t forced to wear diapers or pull-ups, could use the bathroom by herself (sans shower) and could eat anything wanted pretty much except for her daily bottle of cow’s milk at the mandatory nap time and bed time; plus she could watch anything that wasn’t rated R and she got to see her friends at least once a week. Dani didn’t know any other adopted Little who lived like that. She was privileged yet always complained about everything she couldn’t do. Not what she could. “I don’t know everything that happened last night but I know enough. You’ve broken any trust I have in you, disrespecting my rules.” Her bottom lip wobbles. “I’m sorry-” “No.” Abby stops her. “You are not sorry for what you did. You are sorry for being caught.” The Little has no response. Tears brim in the corner of her eyes. “Tell me. How many rules did you break last night?” She’d know if she was lying but Dani just wasn’t willing to give up everything. Not the boy. He was hers to cherish. “Daniella Brady.” A sharp slap lands on her thigh. “Do I need to repeat myself?” “No no!” She jumps, unconsciously sucking on the tip of her thumb. “Two rules. I broke two rules! I drank alcohol and was very naughty.” Abby lets out a heavy breath, staring at her face for a moment to sniff out any other lie but finding none. The Amazon sighs, “Do you know why I don’t like you drinking? Do you know why I sent you in a diaper and those clothes?” Obviously. Dani struggles not to roll her eyes. Littles were viewed as nothing more than children playing adult in this world. “It’s not what you think.” What? She blinks, confused as to what other reason there can be. “You have obviously drank before and partied, we all have, that is a part of life. But now, it is no longer your life. You are an adopted Little. Imagine I was late picking you up and you stumbled outside drunk having messed yourself. An Amazon passing wouldn’t hesitate to take you, dressed in your little skimpy outfit, without proper protection and absolutely wasted. You wouldn’t be the only be in trouble. So would I-“ “Then why did you even let me go? Why do you let me do anything I do?” Dani blurted. “Giving me all of these freedoms is like dangling a carrot in front of my face. It’s right there and I can almost touch it yet it’s ripped away every time, just out of reach.” It’s torture, absolutely heartbreaking yet she’d be even worse having them taken away. “Because,” Abby gulped as if she was struggling to grab hold of her emotions. “I could tell the day we met, that was what you needed. I did not want to be your captor. I was not about to take away all of your freedoms because I would only be a monster in your eyes. I wanted a companion. Someone who would look up to me and trust in me just as I did to you.” Abby hadn’t even wanted her to go to this party in the first place because everyone knew how they went, Little or Amazon. However, she knew it was important for Dani to not only be there for her friend but for herself. Allowing her to maintain connections to her old life was her way of attempting to allow Dani to find some acceptance in her current life. Just in the past few years, she’d already missed so many of the big moments. If she could see her friends, the ones she loved, accomplishing their dreams perhaps it could heal the tiny part in her missing. “However, after a lot of thought last night, I’ve realized that I’ve grossly miscalculated the whole situation.” The Little froze. Hearing a change in her tone, Dani knew this was going to be something she wouldn’t like. “We need to go back to the beginning, relearn the basics of what it means to be a Little. Whether you want to accept it or not, you are ridiculously tiny and absolutely adorable. If I hadn’t snatched you up that day, somebody else way worse would have. Your horrid attitude is going to get you in trouble one day and I won’t be able to save you.” Where in the hell was she going with this… Dani was concerned. “You’re bratty and disobedient and have got a wicked mouth that I’ve not spanked you enough for. What I’m trying to say is that… I’m sending you to Etiquette school. Perhaps now you’ll realize what a good life you have lived.” She opens her mouth, eyes-wide but no words come out. She’s speechless. Whatever Dani thought Abby was gonna say, it was not that. The Little doesn’t remember what happened next as a black hood falls over her eyes and she fades away. OoOoo A/N: Hey everyone!! Here’s the second chapter, I hope you all enjoyed! Abby is starting to realize that maybe, she’s been a little too lenient in the past and Dani is realizing that she’s screwed up big time. 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Chapter 1: “Abby, is this really necessary?” A whine sounded from her throat. Dani crossed her arms over her chest, pouting at the ceiling as her legs were held up by the ankles. A warm wipe made its way over her nether regions, cleansing every inch of her dirty bottom and between her legs. “Yes, Dani, this is necessary. It’s necessary when you willfully disregard all instructions not to eat gluten. Really, Dani, what were you thinking?” her voice was firm, not angry, but the disappointment was clear. She’d only had a tiny bite of cake left on the counter and it was only too tempting dipping her finger into the frosting and biting into the yummy sweetness. The doctor said she had Celiac disease but Dani hadn’t believed a word they said. These Amazon’s were on a power trip and the only thing the doctor believed she should be having was milk straight from an Amazon’s tit. But now her tummy ached and the messy explosion down below was the result. Abby stared down at her with the same condescending look given to all Littles trying to prove they were bigger than they actually were. “Just because you are a Little does not mean we are all out to get you. Believe it or not, Doctor Heany actually wanted to help you. This is all your own fault, Daniella. You have no reason to be upset.” Okay, she did have a point, the Little reluctantly agreed. But, that didn’t mean she had to diaper her! Dani squirmed, wiggling around on the table as the Amazon woman reached down below, pulling out the thick padding. “NO!” She cried out, anxious to get away from the monstrous article of clothing, if it could even be called that. Dani knew she had been extremely lucky the past several years. The apartment building she used to live in decided they’d no longer accommodate unadopted Little’s after her neighbor had left the sink faucet running and fell asleep which resulted in the flooding of the entire apartment. The damage wasn’t extreme but the Landlord was not pleased. The Little was adopted not even a day later and the Landlord refused to rent to Little’s any longer. It wasn’t that Dani didn’t understand the Landlord’s frustrations but everything in this world was Amazon size, meant for those eight feet and taller. They had step stools and ladders and accommodations were made for the regressed but the average unadopted Little hardly stood a chance, especially when they couldn’t even reach a sink faucet - a task that would be simple if she wasn’t so short. And she’d gotten lucky, finding an Amazon that would even rent to her in the first place because most places wouldn’t even entertain the thought. A Little pretending to be an adult, no more mature than a toddler, yeah that’ll go well… Knowing she was about to be booted out on the street, tears welled up in her eyes. She was the prime candidate for any Amazon. They just couldn’t ignore their parental instincts, seeing a Little in distress (or any Little in general). The urge to smother them with “love” back into diapers and turn their brains to mush was too strong. But Abby wasn’t like the other Amazon’s - not really, well, kind of - she was different. Abby had saved her. But it’s not how she saw it at the time. Dani had been arguing with the Landlord, a grumpy ten foot tall man who never had time for Little’s and their whims (as he liked to put it) about just needing another day or two to move out her stuff. Her best friend said she could stay with her for a while until she was sorted. But she had too much stuff to move in twenty-four hours coupled with the fact there were about fifty other Little’s moving out the same day, it was an impossible task they were meant to fail at. Look at all the Littles, too immature to follow directions correctly. Too tiny to even lift and carry out all their items. That is why instead of them doing the carrying, they need to be carried by a big and strong Amazon. He’d all but laughed in her face as she continued to argue her case, not only for herself but other fellow Littles. However, it wasn’t until after, she’d realized she’d gone a bit too far. “I’m half tempted to call the adoption center!” The man exclaimed. “Not even able to follow proper instructions, disrespectful and talking back? This is a serious case of Maturosis.” Oh god. Her heart had dropped to the bottom of her stomach, unable to do anything as she watched him pull out her phone. “Please!” She pleaded. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry-” “What’s going on here?” They’d both turned around at the sound of the voice. An Amazon, one of the tallest she’d ever seen, came strutting over across the lobby. The woman must have been about thirteen feet and that was tall for Amazon standards. Unconsciously, she backed up, eager to be rid of both Giants because while one was worrisome, two was a nightmare. “Miss Brady!” The man’s voice turned jovial at the site of his fellow Amazon. “Nothing to worry about here. Just the standard case of Maturosis, I’m dialing the adoption center as we speak.” Tears poured down her cheeks and the Amazon stared down at her, blue eyes shining with an expression she couldn’t make out. The Amazon was beautiful and blonde with curves she could only dream of having. “Oh don’t do that,” the woman smiled, waving her hand. “I’ve been searching for a Little for myself actually! I think Little Miss -“ “Daniella Avery.” Said the man with a Cheshire cat grin as he hung up his phone. “Miss Avery would be absolutely perfect! You don’t have to worry about her apartment. I’ll take it over as well.” The Little didn’t have time to run as she was quickly scooped up and swung over her shoulder. The girl let out what could only be described as a tantrum. Kicking and screaming and pounding on the Amazon’s back, that should have been the end. At twenty-one years old, this should have been the point where her life drastically changed forever and any happiness she contained disappeared. But it wasn’t. Instead, it was quite the opposite. OoOoo Abby won in the end, like always, and could only smile at the pouting Little who couldn’t have been any more adorable in her puffy pink diaper secured tightly around her waist. Honestly, she’d be content making her go out dressed in only that but Abby really didn’t have the energy to deal with the tantrum that would surely ensue. “Why can’t I at least wear a pull-up?” “Do I really need to explain this Dani?” She did not. The Little stayed silent. “You know what we agreed on. Say it.” Her hand landed down on her pale thigh tainted pink, having been slapped one to many times in response to her poor behavior. Dani frowned, rubbing at her wet eyes. “Mommy knows best and Little girls need to learn that their naughty behavior has consequences,” diapers being it. All Abby really required was obedience and a companion to watch over but not regress. The Amazon, unlike most others, did not desire a baby to look after or to be called Mommy or diaper full-time. She wanted a Little she could snuggle up with at the end of the night, a Little that would still maintain their adult mind and could have normal conversations yet acknowledge their place in an Amazon's world. Dani could handle that because her Mommy, for all-intents and purposes, always said, it could be a lot worse. She had freedoms, too many to count and it just came over the small price of being fussed over and treated at the most like a five to six year old. However, the times she was diapered, dressed up in humiliating garb and made to nurse were her own fault. It was her own stupid actions having landed her in this position. Like now. But Dani knew, if she even voiced a desire to be regressed, Abby wouldn’t hesitate. Instincts always won over in the end. “Very good,” Abby smiled, patting her head. “Arms up.” The Little complied, allowing the sparkly blue dress to be slipped over her head ending just past her knees. Abby would’ve had her permanently dressed in pink just like her nursery and about every babyish outfit she owned but seeing a diapered Little in pink and alone in public was a recipe for disaster. Hands under her armpits, she was lifted to the ground. Her legs wobbled attempting to catch her balance having been on her backside for way too long. Her head didn’t even reach halfway up to the changing table just like every other item in Amazonia and while Dani was proud to be Little, she wished she were just a few feet taller. Only at 4’8, she was short even for Little standards which made her even more delectable to the Amazons and absolutely impossible to be taken seriously, more so than her fellow Littles. Now, Abby hummed a tune, something familiar from her childhood as they stood at the mirror, brushing her red curls back into a low ponytail. “All my friends are going to see that I’m wearing a diaper,” Dani sulked looking down at the ground because she couldn’t bear to stare at her own reflection. “You don’t have to play with your friends. We can always stay here and have a Baby day. We can watch your favorite movie and cuddle and have bathtime. I know how much you love bubbles.” Her cheeks turn pink at every word, worse than the last. Dani was mortified to admit how much she actually enjoyed herself during those times. It was maybe only a year after she’d been adopted that she truly let herself relax and indulge in the lack of responsibilities, realizing she wouldn’t be taken advantage of. Being taken care of for once instead of having to worry about her every little move, was a nice change. Still, Dani couldn’t help but feel guilty, knowing this was exactly what so many Little’s were fighting against, what she had fought against, and here she was enjoying it. Even now, Dani wouldn’t mind a cozy day in her favorite fuzzy pajamas. But the Little knew it was more of a punishment and there was no fun in being reminded of how stupid she’d been. “What if they say something? What if they laugh at me?” “Then they are not your friends.” Finished tying the black ribbon at the top of her hair, she was lifted into her arms. “My tummy doesn’t hurt anymore though. I don’t need a diaper, really. I’ll be fine.” “But we can’t be sure, can we?” The woman gave her a look. “Besides, you don’t have to go to your friend's house at all but I know how much you were looking forward to the, what was it… bachelorette party?” No! She couldn’t miss it! Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth as she carefully considered her next words. Abby would keep her home if she really wanted too. She didn’t even have to let her keep seeing her friends and that’s what Dani appreciated the most. But like everyone, the Amazon had her limits and Dani was inching dangerously close to crossing the line. “You’re right.” The Little finally muttered in defeat. There was no arguing her way out of this one. “Of course I am!” She bounced her in her arms. “Mommy is always right!” OoOoo It was a sunny August day as they made their way outside from the third floor and out onto the busy street. Surprisingly, Dani had no fight as she was strapped into the pink stroller (which was always a problem). Abby watched as she laid her head back, soaking up the sun and her eyes closed. A hint of a smile appeared on her lips at the very visible sight of the puffiness beneath her dress, pulled up by the strap between her thighs. She’d fussed at the frilly white socks and Mary Jane’s but really, it was the least of her concerns. Even just the tiniest argument allowed her to maintain her sanity, showing that she still had a voice to fight back against her imprisonment. She closed her eyes as to not see all the cooing Amazon’s, pretending she was somewhere on a warm island sipping a Mimosa and not stuck in this horrible contraption they called a stroller. It was a quick walk, about twenty minutes away yet it couldn’t have felt shorter as they came to a stop in front of the five story building. Tucked away in a quiet neighborhood, the area was predominantly occupied by Littles and Inbetweeners, not quite as big as Amazons but still tall enough that they were ignored by the Amazons. “Here we are!” Abby chirped. Leaning down to undo all the belts, Dani didn’t hesitate to hop out, seeing that they were alone on the street. “Here is your phone and gift for your friend,” she reached down into the bottom pocket of the stroller. “Are you fine to go in on your own?” “Yes!” Dani said eagerly, grabbing the wrapped present and tiny flip phone. The last thing she needed was her friends seeing her Mommy walking her inside like a baby. “Very well. Do you remember our rules?” Abby bent down, taking her chin in her hand so she couldn’t look away. “Yes,” she sighed. “No drinking, no dirty behavior and no boys.” Dani struggled not to roll her eyes. It was the tiny restrictions like this that got her the most fed up. She was twenty-one years old for crying out loud and the girl had needs! “I will be back at six pm but text me if you need me beforehand or want to come home early. I will be here in a jiffy.” “Six?” Dani sputtered, doing her best not to stomp her foot. “That’s only five hours! The party is going on all night -!” “Daniella!” She said sharply. “I’ve been very patient all morning with your little fits. Do you want me to make it shorter? Do you want to go at all? We can turn around right now and go back home. We could also go upstairs and spank your little bottom in front of all of your friends.” A dark look had settled over her eyes, warning she was on her last straw. “B-but,” tears just about welled up in her eyes. “I hardly see Carly and it’s her most special day! Can I stay until ten at least? Pleaseeee?” “Absolutely not. Six o’clock.” “What about nine?” Abby paused, seemingly considering her words. After a pregnant pause she said, “eight o’clock.” “Eight-forty five-“ “Daniella…” her hand warningly grasped her bottom. “Fine.” She relented. “Eight o’clock.” The Amazon sighed. “That’s your bedtime so I don't want any whiny girl later on and don’t even try to argue for overnight since there is no adult present.” “Thankyouthankyouthankyou! I’ll be good!” Dani couldn’t help but squeal, knowing this was the best she was gonna get. Attacking Abby with a hug to the neck and a thousand kisses to the cheek, really she was grateful. How sad was that… happy for just another two hours… oh how much she’d fallen. Her reaction was adorable, melting the Amazon’s heart because all she wanted was for her Little girl to be happy. She didn’t want to leave her alone with a bunch of other Little’s, especially with the very grown up behaviors they still presented, but it was a necessary sacrifice if she didn’t want Dani to despise her forever. Unlike other Amazon’s, she actually cared how her Little felt which was not a popular sentiment. “Now run along,” she sighed, disentangling her arms and patting her bottom. “You don’t want to be late.” OoOoo The receptionist knew her by now, a kind Inbetweener who really didn’t care if she was Little or not just as long as no trouble was caused. She said hello, practically skipping towards the elevator that for once was placed at the right height so she could press the button. The only reason Dani hadn’t moved in here was because the complex had reached their quota for Little’s allowed. Only thirty-five percent could be occupied by Little’s in order to accommodate the Inbetweeners so they wouldn’t feel upstaged. Not that it really mattered in the end, but still, it made her pissy just thinking about the stupid rule. It was a quick ride up to the fourth floor and the party was already in full swing. “Dani!” Squeals broke out throughout the room as she walked through the unlocked door. She was embraced with hugs from her already tipsy friends, not only drunk on happiness. “Congratulations!” She exclaimed finally seeing the blonde bombshell of her best friend. She embraced the bride to be in a short white dress meant to show off her boobs and ass in the best way possible. Abby would have a stroke if she saw what she was wearing right now. Dani couldn’t help but think. “Wha-what are you wearing?” Carly stepped back, finally taking in her appearance. Her face heated up, realizing all eyes were on her and the room had gone quiet. It wasn’t a secret that she was adopted but it was embarrassing knowing she was different from everyone else. Sometimes, the energy was just off. There was them and then there was her. It was almost as if they were weary of her, as if her Littleness would rub off on them somehow. They were still her friends, nothing would change that, but these days she felt even more insecure. “Abby.” Is all she said. Hums of realization went around the living room. “I’ve got clothes and makeup in my room,” said Carly. “Go change and for fucks sake, take off the diaper. No Amazon is ruining our night.” Oh, she didn’t have to say that twice! A smile lit up her face as the energy resumed and she rushed off. A few minutes later, there are large exaggerated bangs on the bedroom door. “Knock knock knock! Open up bitch!” Olivia. She smirked. “I’m naked!” “Even better!” The door opened to reveal the girl who had been with her through thick and thin. The girl who’d contemplated begging Abby to adopt her just so they could remain together before Dani had told her what a stupid ridiculous idea that was. But that’s who Olivia was. Crass, confident and unequivocally lovable. Her caramel skin positively glowed, hair pulled up in a crown of long braids in a short midnight black dress and don’t even get her started on her long tanned legs. She’d always been the hot girl in college. The one all the boys chased after and every other girl wanted to be. “You look hot. Is that a new brand of diapers? Gucci? I heard they’re making them extra absorbent nowadays.” “Oh shut up!” They collapse into a fit of laughter, jumping on their friend’s queen size bed. Olivia was the one person she didn’t need to hide around, the one person who could turn any awkward situation into a joke and who didn’t really seem to care about her new status in life. “Help me choose an outfit before they start wondering where we are. Jesus, she’s got so many clothes.” She walks to the closet, pulling out a blood red corset dress with a dangerous slit up the side. “Too slutty?” Oliva’s brows wiggled in a suggestive manner. “Not enough!” “Perhaps, we should consult with Mommy dearest. I wonder, does she have any matching red diapers?” “Don’t give her ideas,” Dani shuttered at the thought. “Now help me into that thing and do my makeup. I want to look our age for once.” OoOoo Bachelorette parties were supposed to be sweet and wholesome, celebrating the start of a new chapter in the woman’s life. For Carly, there would be none of that cutesy crap. As Littles they already dealt with it enough. Early marriage wasn’t uncommon for Littles in Amazonia because one day you could be free and the next day stuck in a crib. You never knew how much time you had. Dani hadn’t even gotten to the point of finding a boyfriend before being adopted and the thought of marriage was a faraway dream. That’s why she couldn’t have been any more happy for her friend, getting to live out all of her fantasies. “Are you staying the night?” Olivia asked as she carefully applied her eyeliner. “Until eight.” Dani sighed. “Let me guess, Abby?” “You bet.” She muttered. ”Good thing you’ll be here for the stripper then.” “Stripper!” Dani gasped, eyes flying wide-open. “Shhh!” Olivia put her fingers to her lips. “It’s a surprise. We planned it for Carly. Don’t say anything to her!” “H-how’d you even find one?” “The Underground, duh. How else would we?” It was no surprise that any raunchy, sexual activity including drinking were off limits to Little’s. Anything that threatened the innocence of a Little was outlawed. That’s why there was the Underground. Anything a Little needed could be found there. Alcohol, Lingerie, certain activities… you just needed to know where to look. “We figured you couldn’t stay the night so they’re coming at half six.” Dani was grateful for the thought, yet her face still turned as red as her hair. They shouldn’t have to make decisions like this in the first place or change the plans just to accommodate her. Often she wondered if her presence was more of a hindrance. “Don’t be like that,” Olivia nudged her playfully. “I love you. Carly loves you. We all love you. Let loose, have some fun before you go back to baby jail. Perhaps you’ll just meet the love of your life.” Dani barked a laugh. Imagine. A stripper and a diapered Little. That would make one hell of a story. OoOoo A/N: Hey all! I know it’s been such a long time since I’ve posted but I’ve been so busy with school. I’m coming up on my last year of college, I’m in the middle of an internship and getting ready for Masters programs so literally I’ve had no time for anything else! I just wanted to post a little something because I need a break from everything. I know that I have so many stories going on but when something pops in my head, I’ve got write it down! I’ve got about one hundred drafts of different stories written but I’m still working on Baby Dolls and whatever else is posted right now. I’m not really sure how long this story will be but please stick with me! This is my first time writing a diaper dimension story so please share your thoughts and as always, I love reviews! Also, I had no clue what to title this so any better suggestions are welcome!!!

Thanks for your review! This story really isn’t supposed to be realistic at all and I actually got the idea loosely based off the Black Mirror episode, “Black Museum”. If you decide to continue, the whole story just continues to devolve more into fantasy, stuff that could never be possible in reality. And without revealing anything, nothing about this woman is honest or the situations that have happened so far. I suppose you could also say the main character is loosely based off myself. I am probably the least attentive person, until someone points out the obvious and honestly in her situation, I would’ve been the same way ahaha. The story is set in America (Upstate New York) so apologies if it was Inferred to be in Europe? Being from Massachusetts and having been on many road trips, my favorite thing is finding little places like this off the grid not many people know about. I thought I’d implied not many people visit but those who do, she enjoys giving tours too. I’ve been to places like this many times, little museums in country towns people have never heard of. Keep in mind as well that this is only the first two parts, and still setting out the lay of it all! There is more to come and some of the stuff you were wondering about will come to make sense if you decide to stick around 😊! I do appreciate your comments however and I’ll be sure to keep them in mind!

A/N: I know, I’ve posted again!! I’m currently sick with Bronchitis and have nothing better to do than write all day (just kidding, I could do all my missing college work) but I prefer to write this!! It’s a six part story, already fully written so I’ll post two parts together every few days! I am also still working on my other story: Babydola so if you haven’t read that, go check it out!! Enjoy for now! Synopsis: At the House of Strange Entities, nothing is normal, even seemingly lonely old Mrs. Fox. If only Clara had realized that sooner… ooOoo Part 1: The Arrival The House of Strange Entities was a very strange place indeed. The young woman had stopped for a bathroom break, spotting an exit sign for the pink one-story building a few miles back traveling down interstate-145. Filled with miscellaneous objects, each room was a different discovery yet there was one common denominator: vintage Everyone had their interests and Clara was the last to judge but there was just something… off. Though in the beginning, She hadn’t been able to put her finger on it. Now, she wished she had. But it was too late. The owner of the museum, Mrs. Fox seemed surprised when the blonde appeared. She said they didn’t get many visitors. “Yes, well I thought it best to use the bathroom,” Clara’s cheeks flushed pink. “I’ve still got another few hours to drive.” “Where are you headed? I can tell you're not from around here.” Her voice was delicate and soft, reminding the nineteen year old of her grandmother. She must have been in her mid sixties, possibly even early seventies from the wrinkles just beginning to show on her aging skin and salt and peppered hair. Dressed in a yellow floral print knee length dress, white cardigan and a string of pearls around her neck, the older woman certainly did have style. Clara knew the importance of stranger safety but this woman didn’t seem capable of hurting a fly much less a five foot four, one-hundred twenty pound girl. “I’m from Massachusetts, actually. My cousin’s getting married in the Finger Lakes Region.” she admitted. “Oh, that’s wonderful!” the woman exclaimed. “I lived up there for many years. What a beautiful place. I must say though, you seem awfully young to be traveling this far on your own…” “Well, I'm nineteen,” the young girl shrugged. “My family wanted to come up earlier and I was still finishing my college exams. I’m joining them now though.” “Hmm…” the woman smiled, eyes glued to her face. She gulped, shifting back and forth on her feet, unsure how to respond. It was the same as when she met someone and they said, “oh I knew you as a baby!” Like oh! Ok! That’s Interesting? Wearing a sundress she wasn’t cold but her arms wrapped around herself, feeling the slightest chill despite the humid air. Brushing it off, she turned back to peer out the window, her car parked right out front. The sun was lower than before, she noticed and if Clara was going to make the trip before sundown, she’d have to leave soon. “Oh, do you have to leave? I was going to offer you a tour!” “A tour?” She said turning back, head cocked to the side. “Yes! I’ve got quite the collection of old items around here. Antique rooms from way back when. I usually charge a small fee but I’ll show you for free!” Her lips pursed, unsure whether to take up the offer. Instead, she apologized, “I’m sorry, it’s just that it’s going to start getting dark soon and-“ “Oh, it’s just a straight drive pretty much from here,” the woman waved her hand like it was nothing. “Where are you going, Ithaca? Geneva? It’s a Wednesday afternoon, there’ll be hardly any traffic. Stay for a bit longer, it’s only a few rooms. Besides, it’s nice to have company. Not many people come around.” Ok, now she just felt guilty. The woman seemed genuine and Clara would hate it if her own grandma hardly had any company like this. She’d want someone to stay for her. Sighing, reluctantly, she agreed knowing how much one small act could mean to another. A half hour couldn’t kill and then she could get back on the road. “Oh this is just splendid! You won’t regret this, trust me!” She hoped not. Walking behind, Clara couldn’t help but shiver at the breeze that followed. ooOoo Part 2: The Cooking Station She’d lead her through another door, entering a 1950s style kitchen. While black and white tiles lined the ground, the cabinets were a striking pop of turquoise blue compared to the brightly colored red table. Staring in surprise, It’s like she’d taken a step back in time. “Welcome to the cooking station, dear. It’s not just any regular old kitchen.” Oh she could see that. Lined on the table were an antique china set of plates, priceless just buy the look of them while the cabinets were full of unrecognizable gadgets she could not name for the life of her. There were little place cards , she didn’t bother to read, gazing around the room in great interest. “I was always quite the collector and I knew, even way back then, that these items may be of value some day,” the woman explained, standing by the stove, mixing something in a steaming pot. Had that been on this entire time? Clara tried to look closer only for the woman to shoo her away. “Each room is interactive, you know. You go through it as if you are a part of it! Sit down dear, you’re too skinny. This’ll be sure help!” Cracking a smile, Clara couldn’t help but obey. Settling down at the table, undoing the lacy cloth in her lap, she was hungry now that she came to think of it. Being the broke college student she was as well, never would she deny free food. “So this is part of the experience?” “Oh, yes,” Mrs. Fox replied as she scooped out what looked to be mash potatoes into a bowl and poured a glass of steaming milk. Setting down the dishes, Mrs.Fox sat across with none for herself but staring with a questioning glance, she felt it best not to ask. “Everyone once in a while a larger group will come and I’ll have many more dishes. People have always loved to fantasize about the past so I thought why not bring it to them in a different way!” It was smart, the young girl had to admit as she took a spoonful from the small dish. “What you’re eating there is Morning Glory Mash. It was a common dish back in the day. My mama used to feed it to me and I bet if you ask your mama, she’d know exactly what you’re talking about. The black bits in there are the seeds and give great nutritious value. Great for getting your tummy grumbling as well when you need to go number two.” Ewww. The young girl grimaced slightly, not wanting to think about taking a shit. However, at the woman’s hopeful glance, she continued to eat, forgetting about it. She could defiantly taste the seeds, biting into them. They had a certain bitterness that canceled out nicely the saltiness of the potatoes. It only took a few moments to finish as she ate bite after bite until the bowl was empty. She’d have to remember to ask her parents about this. “The milk now has just a touch of sugar,” the woman said, pointing at the glass. “It’s another staple with any meal or if you have an upset stomach.” Clara didn’t think much of it, gulping down the creamy sweet deliciousness until the last few drops and her stomach was full and bloated. “Good?” The woman smiled, nodding toward the empty dishes. “You’re a great cook!” she said, patting the cloth to the corners of her mouth. “It’s almost as if people get to physically taste the past! It’s a nice change from the normal history museums, just looking through a glass case-” “Yes, well food is the key to anyone’s heart!” They both let out a laugh, knowing oh how true that was. “Shall we move onto the next room? I think you’ll find each one a little different.” Without a thought she agreed, following behind the shuffling woman in absolute naivety. Ignoring her previous reservations, Clara realized she had been silly. There was no danger here. OoOoo A/N: Thanks for reading! Two more parts will come in a few days (or if I decide just to post early) I love reviews also so please tell me what your thoughts are! I’d love to hear them!!

Short Story Five seconds… Eyes wide, she shook her head, desperately pleading with the clock to speed up or to break or miraculously just disappear. Four… Tears burst from her eyes, dribbling down her cheeks mixed in with her running snot. It was supposed to be right this time, she was supposed to be free! She was a big girl! Really she was! If only she could just convince her. Now, crawling around the room, her bum wiggling in the air, she was aware of how ridiculous she looked. Hell, she was practically humping the carpet. Libby didn’t think she was going to make it. The potty sat over there against the wall- pink and sparkly and locked up with the stupid chain. Three seconds now. Her face crumpled, unable to stop the flow of tears as she pleaded to whatever God up there not to let her fail. If she could hold it just a few more seconds then this would all be over. But Libby already knew it was too late. Having held it in since lunch, she drank from her bottle every hour like a good girl, gaining hundreds of streamers and bringing in the money acting like the little baby everyone wanted her to be. Three months, she had been stuck here in this oversized nursery fit for an adult sized baby. Sickeningly pink and filled to the brim with frilly outfits and dolls and toys, it would be an actual child’s dream room. However for her, it had quickly become a never-ending nightmare. Back in October, she’d seen the beautiful woman at the bar and Libby had been the hooker, just looking for an extra buck or two. Libby had spotted her a mile away, flashing her Cartier watch nursing a glass of red wine. Lean body, olive skin, and dark cascading hair… everything about her screamed money! Italian! At the time, she’d thought it strange how such a beautiful woman could be so alone. But that’s exactly what she’d been hoping for and Libby was been stupid enough to fall for her trap. Absolutely smashed off her face that night, easily she went home with her. They had sex, she demanded the money - which she almost got - but then she didn’t. With her panties on the ground, kneeling over her on all fours, the woman hadn’t even felt her bladder loosen until a warm pool of liquid had formed beneath the two of them. Surprisingly the woman wasn’t mad and that’s what confused her. Her comforter was probably worth hundreds by the looks of it. Libby told her to keep the money for the mess she’d caused, eager to get away, but the woman had had a different proposal- one, if she’d been in her right mind - would have turned down. Heck, she didn’t even know her name… and still didn’t. Now, staring at the timer, with one second left, it was all over. The floodgate opened. Starting with a few tiny dribbles, it just became heavier until she couldn’t even attempt to hold it in. She was so close! The timer went off and the camera blinked red, the invisible audience watching in silent anticipation. They could see her but she could not see them. Libby had become all too used to the feel of her hot piss splashing and filling up the absorbent padding. Squatting with her legs spread at the camera, it not only gave the best view to the viewers but was the most comfortable. This way it wouldn’t splash up her back or leak from the sides. It was embarrassing she even knew that but if she wanted to stay sane, the girl had to do whatever she could to survive. Now, hanging her head in shame, the sudden flood of dings throughout the room was music to her ears. It was the sound of money rolling in. People paying to see her debased and humiliated like this. Everyday there were different requests that people would pay hundreds, sometimes even thousands to see her do. If she was able to follow through, that meant treats were in order. However some tasks were meant to be impossible yet that didn’t mean she still didn’t try. Mommy promised once she paid back her debt for peeing in her bed and was able to go a whole day without wetting and messing her diaper, they could talk about letting her go. The girl welcomed the money and the embarrassment if it meant freedom in the end. But of course, once again, she’d failed. Libby knew though that she had, stupidly and drunkenly, agreed to this on her own free will. Who was she to complain? ooOoo “Muffin top, were you a good girl for Mommy and all of her friends?” It wasn’t even a moment later she heard the jingling of keys and the beeps of the code on the other side of the door. Mommy was always watching and waiting and ready to step in at every moment. She was a famous live-streamer, Libby had come to find out, and popular in the fetish world- was that even the right term to use? “Mommy!” She whined in a light and airy tone. Her voice had taken on a new timbre, becoming delicate, weak, young. She’d perfected the voice so much, always talking in it, she wasn’t even sure if she could go back to her old one. There were eyes and ears everywhere and she could not afford to break the role or else Mommy would tan her hide faster than she can blink. Lifting her arms, smiling painfully bright, she’d mastered just what the woman wanted and if she wanted to get out of this soaked diaper, she’d act her damn ass off. “Mommy wet!” She squealed. Popping the pink sparkly paci into her mouth from off the ground, suckling obediently, she didn’t fight the intruding fingers poking down the back and sides of her diaper. “Oh, yes you are! Was my little cupcake not able to hold her pee pee for the potty? You know you get potty time every several hours. You aren’t supposed to actually use your diapees, silly!” She bopped her on the nose. Her face burned red, stomach churning in humiliation at this beautiful woman dressed in a skin tight black dress and perfectly curled hair. Blue eyes sparkling in amusement, she knew exactly what she was thinking. Why would any beautiful woman like her go for a naked diapered adult baby who couldn't even hold in her own pee? Mommy called her Muffin Top because her belly was like a, well, muffin top, pooling over. It grew bigger everyday as did her thighs grow in thickness and face turn round. She used to be skinny. She used to have a body to kill for that any woman would chase after. Now? She was just her mommy’s little Muffin Top. What good would that get her in life? She couldn’t help the tears, as they started up once again and Mommy loved the tears. “Oh, baby,” she cooed, lifting her from the soft carpet cradled in her arms. Her hand cupped her bottom, every squeeze emitting a loud and wet squelch. “Mommy knows how hard it is trying to be a big girl but some people are meant to be little. Some people are meant to use their diapees and wait for their mommy for changes. Isn’t that right, baby?” “No!” She whined. “Big giwl! I, a big giwl!” With her face pressed against her large soft bosoms, in all honesty, she didn’t feel very big at the moment. Throwing a tantrum would get plenty of money from those watching (everyone loved a brat) but that’s not what she thought about. Turning and tossing her head, blonde pigtails swinging every way, Mommy could only giggle, watching the over-grown child prove her points exactly. Slapping her tender thigh, admiring the jiggle, immediately that caught the attention of the Little. Cringing at the painful sting, only then did she quiet down. “Answer me this baby.” She enquired. “Do big girls have tantrums? Do they wet themselves in a diaper? Do they crawl around naked suckling on a binky?” It was all rhetorical and the diapered girl had no rational response. “Since the baby has proven she’s too little to wait for the potty, I think it’s best she stays in diapers for the time being.” The only reason Libby could never hold in her pee pee was that she was always loaded up on bottles and mommy liked to change potty time and make her squirm. There were always some obstacles designed for her to fail. It just wasn’t fair! While she’d stupidly agreed to this, she felt herself begin to slip more and more everyday, forgetting that she’s not actually a baby. It was all pretend. Fake. She was an adult. Twenty-eight years old. College graduate. She did not need a stuffed elephant to help her fall asleep and she did not enjoy suckling on her strawberry flavored paci or getting dressed in pretty clothes with matching dolls with matching diapers. Don’t even get her started on the lack of control, putting on a show like a circus animal for thousands of internet people! “There’s no need for tears, sweetie.” A hand patted her back, bouncing her up and down. She suckled, quickly and rhymically taking too much comfort in the silicone object. “Now, you’ve gone tinkle but no stinkys! No diaper change is set without number one and number two, and by the size of your big belly,” she couldn’t help but jiggle her milk-filled pouch, “someone’s got a big poo to get out! Can you do that for mommy?” Did she even have a choice? The girl could only blink with tired eyes, her stomach actually feeling familiarly hard. “User Sissyboy and User Twinkletoes have bet five hundred dollars that little Libby can’t handle three enemas! Let’s see whose right, hmm? Can you go poo poo for mommy? For the streamers? Be a good girl, oh yes you can! You’re mommy’s stinky girl!” Placed on the changing table, her legs kicked out spastically. Involuntary laughter burst from her chest - high pitched giggles - as strawberries were blown on her pudgy tummy and Libby knew, at this rate she’d never be out of diapers. OoOoo A/N: I just thought I would post a short story in the meantime between writing the other stories. I know I’m so slow with updating so I just wanted to give a little something extra

Chapter 11: “G’afternoon, Jasper! Beautiful day out inn’it?” Mr. Hawthorne stopped, setting down the large box in his hands. He ran down to the end of the driveway, the old man hopping out of the mail truck. “Good to see you Carl- oh, I can take those.” he gestured towards the stack of letters. “And yes,” he laughed. “you could say that. Probably one of the last nice days this month.” He plastered a smile onto his face for the sake of the man. He’s been delivering mail for the past twenty something odd years in the area. He was a decent man, friendly and kind but got a bit too close for comfort. He engaged in conversation for appearance sake but anything else he quickly shut down. They were a private family and the man never seemed to get the message. “How’s your wife? Last I saw, probably a month or two ago she was carrying a big load of baby items. I never got to ask, are you expecting?” Shit. He bit down, narrowly avoiding his tongue as his jaw locked shut together. How the heck had they missed this? Yes, they didn’t have any neighbors besides the ones five miles down the road but as in any place, word traveled quickly. They hardly left their home as it was but every once in a while they would stop in town. Surely there would be some gossip. They knew the locals thought they were nothing but snobby entitled city folks that thought they were too important to hang out with country bumpkins. In part though, they were right. They were snobby and knew how important they were in their own little world but it all was to protect their family. It was everything. “They’re my nieces actually,” he lied with ease. “Three little girls. We adopted them due to some family challenges.” “Now that’s just wonderful, congratulations!” he exclaimed. “Let me tell you, it’s been a while since a family has lived around here. Of course there are the Meiers down the road, but their kids are all grown up and have moved to the big city. It’ll be good for some new life around here!” “Yes.” his cheeks hurt from smiling so much. “We are very blessed for this opportunity.” The man knew how to talk his ear off and they’d be here all day if he was allowed to continue on. “Over in New Bradford, my wife hosts kids time at the community center. The kids can get together and play while giving mommy and daddy a break.” he nudged him, chuckling. “It’s free of charge and meets every Saturday! I’d be happy to put in a word for you-” “Oh no no!” He raised his hands up, shaking his head. He had to put a stop to this before it went too far. Awkwardly laughing he responded, “honestly, Carl that sounds great but the kids have been through a lot the past few months. You see, they’re quite troubled. Their home life wasn’t great and it’s caused them to act out in… inappropriate ways.” he whispered the last part, glancing around almost as if embarrassed and ashamed. “Oh, is this right?” The man whispered back, leaning forward just as eager for gossip as the rest of these nutters that lived out here. Jasper could only play into it, all part of his plan that would either work tremendously or backfire. “Yes.” he sighed. “I really can’t say anymore but I’d appreciate it if you could keep this between us. It’s been an awful lot recently.” “Of course!” he responded as seriously as he could appear, as if he weren’t going to go blab to the embarrassingly tiny population. “We’ve all got challenges at times. You remember the Hollander family - yeah well something wasn’t quite right in the head with the little boy. He’d do things to animals and I don’t think I ever once saw a smile on his little face-” “Oh is that so?” Jasper shifted back and forth on his heels, increasingly anxious for this conversation to end. “In 08’ another boy - Tommy Kostner - was found dead in the fields. Murdered. Shortly after, the Hollander’s sold their house and moved away. No one could prove it was the Hollander boy but the kid bordered on psychotic. The father beat the family bloody and mother couldn’t go an hour without a drink. It’s no wonder the way he turned out.” “Yes,” he muttered, the slightest disturbed. “Very. Now if you’d excuse me.” ooOoo “We have a problem.” Jasper said immediately as he stepped into the house. He found his wife in the kitchen, the girls down for their nap as she filled bottles of milk. “Babe? What’s wrong?” she turned, shaking the objects in her hands. “People know about the girls.” Annoyance flickered through her eyes, a scowl on her face. It took a lot to rattle them both and this has definitely shaken him up a bit. They’d been careful to conceal the girl's identity the past few years from and while there were hardly any people, it didn’t mean there was absolutely no one. It was bound to happen eventually, he knew, but still… it was a shock. “Carl again?” Who else would it be? Bree rolled her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. She mumbled something intelligible under her breath as he explained their talk, creepy story and nosey questions. Like a pesky annoying fly, Bree itched to be rid of him over the years. While beloved among everyone, he was the town gossip (if you could even call this place a town). No one’s secrets were safe with him around. “You know he’s not going to leave this alone.” Jasper sighed, running a hand through his hair anxiously. “He doesn’t know anything though. As far as he’s concerned and the community now, they’re just our poor nieces we’ve adopted.” But they hadn’t adopted them and kidnapping isn’t exactly legal. His wife though would never admit that out loud. Sometimes he was concerned with how much she deluded herself into believing they’d ‘saved’ them. Honestly, he just went along with his wife’s wishes because the saying was, “a happy wife makes a happy life.” She’d wanted these girls as her children so that’s what he had given her; She’d wanted a big farmhouse with acres of land so that’s what he bought; She’d wanted this life so that’s what they lived. And he wouldn’t let anything stand in the way of his wife’s wishes. Even if that meant committing a hundred more illegal acts. “We need to stop them before they take the girls away-” “Baby, we don’t know it’s going to come to that.” He stopped her before she could continue, knowing she would spiral into a whirl of stress within seconds. “Right now, we just have to be more careful. Keep them out of sight of the windows, no more going outside for the time being.” It made the most sense, they both knew as Jasper sat down, holding his wife’s hand in his own. “Nobody is going to take our girls away.” His voice is firm. “I’ll make sure of it.” Two hours later the girls sat in the playpen, Eloise scowled once again, glancing over at the bright pink contraption across the room as Ava rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Oh stop your pouting. That’s how you get wrinkles.” Same as before, she felt no pity for the woman. She’d warned her that her disobedience had consequences yet it did not seem to get through her stubborn mind. “Jealous we get to use the pott- toilet?” She caught herself before she could say that childish word. Yes, it wasn’t an actual adult toilet but still, at least they were out of diapers. Even if it were just pull-ups, anything was better. She talked in a low whisper, playing with the dolls laid out in front of them. Across the room, her sister bounced in the plastic contraption, knees bending and straightening with every push from her tippy-toes. Her sister was half-gone and the playpen only entertained her for so long until she melted into a tantrum. Now, she could bounce and bounce until her heart's content as her mind was turned to mush. ooOoo Three months passed in a surprisingly (almost) blissful manner. Cookie was just about ninety-nine percent regressed and Sugar was quick to follow in her sister’s footsteps. As for the incident several months ago with the mailman, there’d been whispers and fleeting gossip around but thankfully it had amounted to anything much. With their lack of presence outside of the home, they’d quickly been forgotten Or so they thought. Ss one problem faded, of course, another arose. As the ground christened white almost everyone felt the cheery spirit, the girls excitedly decorated the big tree and messily scribbling letters to Santa begging for another doll house (Sugar) and more pretty dresses (Cookie). Christmas seemed to put everyone in a brighter mood, no matter the circumstance as seen by the small smile hinting at the corner of Honey’s face. She tried to hide it but it was downright impossible. Honey was adjusting just as they knew would happen and she knew it too. But like said earlier, nothing ever went to plan and that morning, it all started with a knock on the door. Honey’s head lifted, the other two girls oblivious making a mess of their breakfast. Having tugged and ripped at the hideous pink bib around her neck, she’d come to terms it was not coming off. Mo-Bree enjoyed messily feeding her baby so perhaps it was for the best. Anyways, glancing up at the Hawthorns it was evident that neither were they expecting any visitors… especially at ten o’clock in the morning. “Stay here with the girls?” “Mommy? Daddy?” Internally cringing as the words left her mouth in a delicate timber, it was the only way to get their focus. “It’s alright, darling.” Bree came around the table, unlocking the high chair and five harness straps. She held on tight, anxiously pacing as Mr. Hawthorne headed for the door. Cookie and Sugar finally quieted down, realizing it was not a normal morning. “We’re going to play the silent game, alright?” She whispered, addressing the three girls. At the same time, her grip tightened on Eloise’s body, arms constricting tighter and tighter like a snake. “Game?” Sugar exclaimed with a mouth full of egg, dripping down her chin. “Yes, darling. Whoever is the quietest gets a prize!” “Prize?!” The two of them gasped. “Yes,” she hummed. “But you girls have to be extra extra quiet or else the boogy monster might get you!” Innocent, naive and brainwashed the girl's faces went ashen, taking the warning seriously. However, Honey could only focus on the door and Bree could only focus on her. “Hello, officer…” their voices echoed down the hall. Her eyes widened as both Little and adult’s hearts beat in tandem, eyes widened. They were far enough away that they couldn’t be seen but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be heard… “Hey, Mr. Hawthorne! I just happened to be passing by and thought I’d say hello and congratulations! Word is you’ve got yourself some children?” His voice was jovial, light. No indication of any ulterior motives or suspicions. “Oh yes,” he forced a laugh. “Let me guess, Carl?” “Oh you know it! My wife just had a child, you know. Beautiful little girl. It’s not everyday kids are born around here.” She attempted to turn her head, ignoring the piercing pain of finger nails digging into her waist. “Nobody is going to believe you.” Mo- Bree’s voice whispered suddenly in her ear. “Not when everyone believes you’ve been in the psych ward the past several months and you’ve gone crazy. You think escaping and telling the truth is going to make you sound sane? You’ll be locked up in a whole different kind of prison. All I’m going to say is think about your actions. Do you really want to do this?” Oh she did. She really did! But as her lips spread, prepared to wreak havoc, she froze. The words froze in her throat and tears filled her eyes, unwilling drops cascading down her cheeks as she was just barely able to control the sob, aching to burst from her chest. The voices continued to sound but she couldn’t will herself to speak as she took in what the woman said. They’d ruined any prospects of her being taken seriously. Nobody would believe her. If anything she was just a… a… freak! “I love you, baby.” Her voice was sickly sweet as she pat her back. “Daddy, your sisters and I love you so much. We would never leave you. I bet you can’t even say the same about your old family?” No! The voice roared in the back of her mind. She had a family and they loved her. Truly they did! Just because they weren’t the most attentive didn’t mean they’d just abandon her! “Who will you get cuddles from? Who will read your favorite book at bedtime? Who will rock you back to sleep and give you milkies when you have a bad dream? Hmm? Tell Mommy that, Honey.” OoOoo Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Eyeing the blinking red monitor, she covered her mouth with her hand, muffling the whimpers. Damn, she was crying again. She wasn’t only crying because her ass was on fire but also for the missed rescue yesterday. She’d let herself slip, badly, and who knew when the chance for escape would come again? It was the moment she blamed it on. Stupidly she let her guard down and mommy- Bree took that time to sweep in and take advantage of her insecure state. At the same time though, she knew she was right. The past three months had had a severe toll and sleeping with them every night, she had to admit she’d grown to sickly enjoy. Never had she been cared for (in the fucked up way) she was here. It made her warm and cozy and nobody could read a story as well as Daddy with his big voice and funny faces. It only made her feel worse for what she did after. Eloise knew she was naughty, throwing a tantrum and biting Daddy. But for such a little girl she had big emotions. At least that’s what mommy said. Now her bum hurt and in the rational part of her brain, she was fuming to get another hit in. The not-so-rational part understood naughty little girl’s got spankings and all she craved was mommy and daddy’s forgiveness. Now at the moment, she had no fight left within her. She’d argue with them later, save up her energy for that. She could be little just for a little while. Relax a bit, have some fun. It was Christmas time after all. OoOoo A/N: Hello everyone, long time no see! Apologies for how long it has been. This story is not abandoned, I promise you that!! Thank you to everyone who is still reading and I love reviews so please continue, I love to hear what you all think! I am not sure when I will update next but I promise I will!!

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Chapter 10: Crash! The lamp came first, broken glass littering the carpet as Mr. Hawthorne ducked just in time, narrowly missing a hit to the head. There was nowhere to run, and Eloise knew it. The door locked with the jingling keys attached to his belt loop and the only other door lead to the bathroom, preoccupied with Mrs. Hawthorne and Sugar. They’d come out any moment, she knew, hearing the commotion and then she’d be absolutly fucked. But Eloise didn’t give a damn because if she couldn’t escape, the least she could do was cause the most absolute chaos. “I’m gonna count to three,” the man breathed heavily through his clenched jaw. “You can either be a good girl and come over here and daddy will forgive your little tantrum or… somebody’s gonna get a punishment. You don’t want a punishment, do you?” His voice had turned cold, speaking to her one on one- adult to adult. Cookie stared at her with pleading eyes full of annoyance and for a moment, her heart stopped in her chest. She looked away then, back towards the man who stood across the room, arms reached out, beckoning her forward. Eloise paused, hands tightened around a block with sharp edges that would surely take his eye out. “Drop the toy,” his voice held a warning. “I’m not going to ask again.” Cookie’s words rang at the back of her mind. Pretend, play along, and you may just survive. The thing was… it was easier said than done and Eloise had always been a stubborn child, never having liked being told what to do. “One.” Fuck. “Two.” He crept forward and Eloise uselessly pushed herself into the wall. “Don’t let me get to three.” She glared at the man, block in hand trembling in absolute anticipation… but it was too late. Three. The word dripped from his mouth like venom. He descended on her like a predator stalking its pray, subduing her into submission. Covered by his body, arms pulled painfully behind her back, thr block sat tossed to the side. She struggled beneath him, her face pressed into the carpet knowing yes, she was tired, but wasn’t about to give up. “Darling?” She heard her voice first and then less than a second later, the bathroom door opened. Mrs. Hawthorne stood stunned, eyes wide at the chaos around her with an equally shocked Sugar on her hip. “Wha-“ a strangled gasp sounded from her throat. “What on earth has happened?” What did it look like? Elle thought angrily. The energy drained from her body the more she fought but his hold on her only strengthened much to her frustration. “Get the chloroform!” “Babe-“ “Now!” He growled. Sugar let out a screech being dropped on the ground as the woman disappeared into the bathroom. Rustling could be heard as she came back a few minutes later, materials in hand. Eloise knew she had lost but she wouldn't give up until physically incapable. OoOoo They watched as Honey’s unconscious body was taken from the room, Mr. Hawthorne saying he would take care of her in Mommy and Daddy’s bedroom. Cookie had to admit the sudden silence was a relief. All this screaming and crying really made her head pound. “Oh my loves,” Mrs. Hawthorne cooed. “Mommy is sorry you had to see that. I know how scary it must have been.” Cookie sighed, honestly fed up with the girl’s antics at this point. She was only making it worse for all of them. This could have all been done and avoided like an hour ago. The girl was in for a rude awakening if she thought an enema was the worst thing to happen. Her sister whined, arms lifted towards the woman as she was quickly scooped up. Cookie was growing increasingly worried about her sister. The times she was herself were growing farther between the moments she was in this brainwashed babified state. She knew it would eventually happen to her as well. There were times she felt herself slipping away, reality drifting out of focus. Sometimes, it was the soft fluffy feel of the diaper or when mommy sang her a lullaby at bedtime. She hated to admit, her stuffed bunny was her best friend and the thought of being separated from Hoppy sent pains to her heart. Unwillingly, her vision blurred over, heat rising to her cheeks as she bit back a whimper. Yes, she was emotional and at the same time, her stomach churned. Clutching her tummy at the protruding pain, a groan slipped through her pressed lips. “Oh, baby.” Said Mrs. Hawthorne, scooping her up on the couch placing her sister down in the crib much to her dismay. “Does someone need to make mommy a present?” Oh, yes. It’s going to be a fucking big present. “Healthy girls make big poos. Can Cookie make a big poo for mommy? Then we can go beddy bye.” Based on the amount of saline that currently expanded her stomach to an abnormal size, at this point she’d be leaking out of the sides. Glancing at her sister, she’d already messed… visible and oderful. She was placed on the soft carpet, suckling on the rubber dummy in an attempt to distract herself from what she was about to do. At this point she was used to it but it still never got any easier. Shifting to her hands and knees it came out with ease in an explosion down below. Sagging low around her bottom half almost bursting at the seams. She nearly gagged at the smell of her own gassy farts, still leaking in a continuous stream several minutes later. She began to cry again. This time, genuine heartbreaking sobs that Hawthorne couldn’t manipulate to be anything else. She hardly processed as she was lifted from the ground, the woman’s hand pressed into her backside and poop smeared around and up her back. It took all the effort inside her for this long to suppress the desire to snuggle into the woman and eventually… she caved. “Mommy!” thr girl wailed, her snotty nose pressed between her collarbone and beneath her chin. Clutching onto her thin nightgown. “There there, love.” she patted her back calmly, bounced softly in her arms. “M-m-mama.” she blubbered as the paci bounced anxiously between her lips. “I know it’s been very scary. Your little sister wasn’t very nice, was she? Honey doesn’t know how to be a good little girl like you. She is still learning.” Cookie didn’t know how but she could feel herself becoming smaller and smaller. Her mind was almost numb from her soft, soothing voice, melting like butter. “Honey is too little to understand Mr.Bubbles is our friend. You and Sugar can show her how to make nice messes in her diaper and how to play with your little toys and drink mommy’s milkies like a good baby. All of mommy’s friends online would like to see as well.” She blinked heavily, her voice fading in and out as a wordless soothing voice lulled her into a slumber. Waiting until her eyes fluttered shut, Bree was quick to switch out her pacifier for her breast instead before she would wake and notice the change. Instinctively, the girl suckled and Bree smiled widely. The Hawthorne’s weren’t stupid. They knew the girls were just trying to save their own skin by acting obedient. It was cute they thought they were so smart but it only made them more little. It just went to further prove the girls weren’t mature enough to be adults… wearing and using diapers; drinking mommy’s milkies and playing pretend with their stuffies? Not to mention crying to mommy and daddy with every ache. That was about as far from grown-up as one could get. It was scary to have such big emotions for such a little person. Cookie didn’t even realize what she felt so she came to mommy to make it all better. And that she did. They would influence Honey without her even realizing and Bree only gave it several months until they were all fully regressed. Honey was much more impressionable than she realized. She was easily led and from significant research they were able to build a sound profile. The girl went with the flow, following around the crowd whatever it was. Despite wanting to stand out and be independent she never did even when the opportunity presented itself. She tended to rush when stressed often resulting in her sloppiness. When no one was there to keep her on track, she spiraled… badly. In the end, it all worked in their favor. The email she wrote to her boss was never sent, misspelling the address in a rush. Then, a few years back during her college years she had written a piece on mental health, describing her very personal stay in the psych ward and wonderful Nurse Barkley. Really, it was too easy pretending to be the Nurse and contacting Honey’s employer to convey a sad story of anxiety and ADHD, and her much needed current admittance to the psych ward once again. The man was so arrogant he hadn’t even requested proof, brushing her off with poorly contained rage about the abandonment of the article before relieving her of employment. Her family was the same, with more worry but understanding at the moment. They wouldn’t remain this content for long and soon enough they would start poking for more answers. They always came up with something though and once again they’d prepared. They just had to wait. ooOoo He walked into find his wife in the rocking chair, nursing their little Cookie. Asleep with her lips wrapped around her breast, he couldn’t imagine a more perfect picture. “Love?” he whispered, softly stepping into the room. Sugar slept soundlessly in their crib, on her back with her legs splayed out. “Cookie just became a little overwhelmed with everything that’s happened,” she whispered. “All she needed was a bit of mommy’s love.” Her fingers ran through her soft curls, humming a soft tune beneath her breath. “How is Honey?” Eventually she questioned. “Knocked out.” he huffed. “I’ve put her in the bassinet. She’ll sleep with us until her troublesome behavior has calmed. I don’t want her scaring the girls. even more.” The twins were behaving better lately and Jasper didn’t want to ruin it. Honey just loved to stir the pot and they expected this. They knew it wouldn’t be easy and they’d have to be patient. Eventually she’d see how right they were even if it would take a little bit. “Let me put her down, sweetheart.” he reached out toward the sleeping girl. “Come to bed.” She relented, handing her over and automatically slipping back in the pacifier before she could wake and notice. Pulling back the straps of her diaper, sticking two fingers down her back side, the girl (both of them) were full to the max. “Let’s leave them for tonight.” said his wife, slipping the strap of her gown back over her shoulder. “It’ll be good to show Honey how everyone uses their diapers. How little they actually are. The girls won’t mind.” “Yes,” she hummed. “And tomorrow shall we re-age them back to toddlerhood? They’ve been exceptionally behaved. It’s also good for Honey to see how good behavior has its advantages.” ooOoo Hello everyone! I’m so sorry it’s been so long! I’m finally posting again and I hope it won’t be so long the next time. Thank you everyone for your comments, I am awful at responded but I do appreciate them and please do leave more! Happy reading!

Chapter 9: Cookie She was supposed to be smarter than this. Wren glared at the journalist, scowling in the corner of the room as her sister tried to engage in play. Pots and pans could be heard from the next room and Mr. Hawthorne on the phone upstairs. Of course, Wren knew escape was an impossible mission, one destined to fail from the beginning but still, the lack of accomplishment left the girl severely frusterated. “Here,” the girl rolled her eyes, shoving a toy train in the journalist’s hand. “Act like you are at least enjoying yourself. It’ll make everything easier-” “You a wiar!” “Shhh!” Wren hissed, glancing at the open door. “Whisper or they’ll hear us!” Honey sulked unconsciously gnawing on the rubber bulb strapped around her head, glaring down at her legless bright yellow onesie and the unmistakable bulge between her legs. Now the three of them matched. True sisters. “No ‘sape!” Wren couldn’t help but pity the woman. She knew what it was to have all hopes dashed. She knew what it was to have hope. But there wasn’t time to sulk and cry about what could have been. Adapting was the only solution and if you couldn’t adapt… then you’d drown. “I didn’t lie,” she sighed. “There’s always an escape, we’ve just got to get lucky. I wanted to believe you could actually do it. But I guess I was wrong…” Honey went quiet real quick, pouting and resembling babyhood more and more. They hadn’t done much to change her… yet. Her hair, tied up in painfully high ponytails would be chopped off soon most likely and she still had her teeth… at the moment. Wren felt awful not able to do more but there was no point in stirring over the fact. Right now, all she could do was help until she learned. However the woman had to be willing to listen. “If you listen to me it’ll make life here so much easier,” she said. “Suck on the pacifier and act like that toy is the most damn amazing thing in the world; if you need to use the bathroom, you do it in your diaper- you just need to let go, holding it in is even worse; your name is now Honey so you better well get used to it quickly-” “But-!” She whined, brows furrowed together above shimmering eyes. “No buts! I feel for you, truly I do, but I’ve got myself and my sister to think about! We’ve just about earned our toddler privileges back and I’m not going to let you ruin it for us. Suck it up, Honey. This is your life now.” OoOoo Honey The feeling in her chest grew heavier by the moment as reality began to sink in. This was her life. Diaper changes, baby food, play, nap and bedtime. This couldn’t be it- she wouldn’t let it! They’d already taken away her name but not her dignity. Not yet. Fuck Snookie- Wren- whatever the fuck her name was! Just because they’d resigned themselves to this shitty life didn’t mean she had to as well. Besides, the email from last night had been sent so someone had to realize something was wrong when she wouldn’t respond back or come home in a month. Her boss may have been a pain in the ass but he wasn’t an idiot. He cared about his business and employees more so than he wanted to admit. The man must have seen the email by now, he checked it first thing every morning. Perhaps, though, if she could just get her hands on her laptop… wherever it was or a phone. Someone would come. They had to. Then she’d be free. It was just her mother at home and her disappearance would break her in unimaginable ways if she didn’t already realize something was wrong. They were close- closer than most parents and children and the journalist couldn’t be more grateful for that. It just furthered the drive to escape. To get home safely and at this point, Eloise didn’t care about the other two girls, they’d obviously set her up for failure. When rescue came, it would be for her and only her. The rest of the day passed achingly slow and due to restricted movement, she fixated her eyes wherever she could searching for her most prized possession. She’d taken to icing the girls out, her back turned to their presence making her point loud and clear. Only the weak gave in. The weak succumbed to the pressure. Eloise was not weak. She had a voice and a mind that she wasn’t afraid to use… which is exactly what she did. Most things she could tolerate. The diapers, overbearing attention, ridiculous outfits… Bat some point, her foot had to be put down. Some things she could not compromise her dignity for no matter the consequence. It was almost dark out, barely past six-thirty but their bedtime routine had already begun just as the Hawthornes had described all those days ago. “Oh dear, I’ve got one silly little girl on my hands!” She’d backed up to the corner of the room, back pressed against the wall, squatting on the ground in the gigantic babified room meant for these two grown women: a crib, changing table, endless amounts of toys, stuffies and disgustingly pink tones only a toddler could dream of. “C’mon baby. See how well Cookie takes her medicine? Healthy tummies are most important for baby girls such as yourselves.” Mr. Hawthorne spoke, tossing an empty package of suppositories aside beside what looked like an enema, ready for use. Her stomach jolted, fear and anger slowly creeping in as she watched the other girl first. Cookie’s eyes were blank, laid flat on her stomach with her bare bum in the air. Grimacing just slightly as the little capsules of laxatives were pushed inside her body shockingly deep. The girl lay obediently, paci bobbing in her mouth as if this were a normal occurrence- which it was- Eloise terrifyingly realized. This was where she drew the line. This is where she’d fight until they had to forcibly subdue her because they’re damned if they think they can even place their hands on her. Just wait and see. OoOOO A/N: Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry everyone! It’s been so long I know and I apologize. I’ve been dealing with a really stressful semester at school, my life has been absolute shit the past few months and really haven’t been doing any writing. I’m on Christmas break right now so I decided I should at least write something. This story is not abandoned and this chapter is short, I know, but I wanted to give you all at least a little something! I want to say I’ll post again soon but really don’t know when. This is my present to you all this holiday and to everyone celebrating, happy holidays!

Chapter 12: Three Weeks Before It was a deadly silence. The kind of silence that sent a chill to one's bones in the dead of night. It was the kind of silence that a had person questioning every creek in the house. It was kind of silence that left Mary knowing she’d fucked up big time. Sue was a patient and understanding person. Rarely was her voice raised and little raddled her. There had been plenty of opportunities for Sue to go off on Mary but she had not. This was why she was terrified. “I’m sorry.” The woman’s lips pursed, hands on her hips. “You’re sorry?” Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say. The young woman cowered back on the couch, hands squeezed together. Was it hot in here? Heat rose to her cheeks as the woman’s dark glare bore into her soul. “You knowingly sent Charlie into danger and she has now been taken. Are you serious, Mary?” “I thought Ryleigh was sincere-” “Like hell you did!” Jack stood in the back with the grimmest expression she’d ever seen. Had everyone turned on her? “You’ve had it out for the girl since she arrived. How can we believe anything you say? It’s been three days Mary. If you were actually sorry, you would’ve come clean in the beginning about what happened.” A pain ached in her chest, tears brimming in her eyes. She was only trying to protect her sister. “You’d do anything to protect your family, wouldn’t you?” her teeth grit together, glaring at the ground. “Eliminate any threat? All I need is to protect Tina. She’s all I have in my life-” “You sold her like an animal!” Jack lashed out from across the room. “I saw your phone. The texts between the two of you! Your ex-boyfriend didn’t happen to be in Charleston by chance. He was on our trail and they already took the others so you gave him Charlie to protect yourself. When were you going to give us up? Hmm?” Shallow breaths escaped her lips. She could do nothing to excuse her actions. She hadn’t even thought to delete the texts. How long had he known? “It’s not like that... ” the words were numb on her tongue. Sue stared at her like she had seen a ghost, her face shrouded in disappointment. In the beginning, when they first arrived, Sue was like an angel sent from Heaven. Nobody had ever shown them that much kindness. Mary had never felt so loved. “Protect your sister. Protect the innocent. Protect those you care for, no matter what.” Those were the first words Sue spoke to her. Never had they been more true. Protecting Tina was her first priority over everything else even if that meant a small sacrifice. With her chin raised, she stated, “you told me to protect Tina. The very first day you told me never to let my guard down and protect my sister with everything within me. I did exactly that.” Jack snorted. His hand formed into a fist, yanking at the ends of his hair. “I also told you to protect the innocent,” the woman sighed. “We are all victims of the same group. Who is to say Tina is more deserving than Charlie? Because of your paranoia and trust issues, you’ve sent an innocent girl into a whole bout of suffering- “ “Sue, please understand-” “No.” her voice was thick. “This is not the first incident. I’ve given you several chances but this is the final straw. This house is supposed to be a safe place but you’ve ruined that for everyone-” “Tina-” “None of this is Tina’s fault. We all love her, you know that. You are the one that has caused this. Like anyone else, now you have to face the consequences for your actions. I want the both of you gone before sundown.” ooOoo Hungry. Angry. Hangry. If that wasn’t a real word it should be. It was exactly how she felt. Tina sobbed, her skin red from the heat and trauma of leaving Floppy behind. She couldn’t go anywhere without the damn rabbit but Mary couldn’t find it and they had to leave before it was completely dark. Mary felt justified in her emotions and while she understood Sue’s decision, she was definitely not happy. The least they could’ve gotten was a ride. But they’d been walking for two hours (Tina carried) and the closest town was still another hour away and the sun was due to set in ten minutes. “FWOPPYYYY!” The girl sat on the ground, fists pounding the dirt. Any ability to reason with her sister was out the window. Parents let their kids cry out their problems all the time. In hindsight, Tina was the same. She’d eventually settle and fall asleep and then they could continue. She tossed their bag on the ground, sitting beside the younger girl. Pinching the bridge her nose, she breathed In… Out… In… Out. Relax Mary. Don’t freak. Think of Tina. Think of- “Cawr!” What? Her head shot up as a little red buggy came to a stop. A woman rolled down the window, blonde hair piled on top her head with a wicked tan. “Need help ladies?” Mary grabbed Tina’s hand, pulling her close. The concept of stranger danger had never not been more relevant. Their survival was dependent on not being seen. How do you think they’d lived for so long? Mary had to be weary of anyone’s advances. Just like she’d been with Charlie. But now look where they’d ended up. “It’s gonna get dark soon and that’s when the critters come out. Trust me, you don’t wanna be out here.” the woman shook her head, blue eyes sliding over, pausing quickly on Tina. “Thank you but we’re all set.” her body slid in front of her sister just slightly. “We’re headed into town. We’re meeting someone.” “You’re a long way away,” the woman sighed, shaking her head. “Too many people get hurt on these roads. Take it from another car or critter. It’s really no bother, giving you a lift to wherever you need. I wouldn’t want to be out here after dark.” Her voice dripped with pity which only pissed her off further. She knew what she must be thinking: Tina didn’t exactly blend in with the crowd. “What do you want in return?” Mary couldn’t help but ask. No one was this selfless. Mary knew that for a fact. The woman shrugged. “Peace of mind? Make sure you're safe? Hop in the back, it’s about a ten minute drive.” Her sister whined, her hot face pressed into her shoulder. It was for Tina’s sake, Mary had to remind herself. How much longer could they continue? So against her better judgement, they got in the car. There was no way they could’ve made it another hour. Her arms were tired and Tina’s reluctance to walk would further delay them. They sat in the back, drinking the icy bottles of water offered, cooling down. The woman was a talker which was good because she didn’t get a chance to question their limited baggage or Tina’s very visible diaper. Wearing a flowing sundress, it did nothing to hide the thick bulge of padding. Tina sagged into the cool leather seats, distractedly gazing out the window, eyes wide as they emerged from the country, passing homes with white picket fences and perfectly mowed lawns. Mary had to remember, it had been years since Tina had been out in public. Even before, growing up, they were never truly free. It was a warped sense of freedom. A false sense of security. Still guarded, Mary relaxed a smidge, her shoulders dropping as the town came into sight. The woman- Esther- had stuck to her word. The town was small, less than a thousand people. No one would think to look here, it was the last place on earth. Even with Ryleigh close, hopefully he’d stick to the deal. He had to. He promised. For now. They pulled into the parking lot of the Silver Spring Motel, a small building with faded yellow paint and stained white welcome mat. They were in the center of town. The pharmacy was just across the street, a small general store and the supermarket. Not much else. “My sister’s on the spectrum ya know,” Esther said suddenly, glancing back. “I know how difficult it can be to take care of her.” Mary nodded. Let her believe what she wants. If she didn’t think she was crazy before, the truth would definitely change her mind. “I know ya said yer meeting someone but Vivi’s awful kind,” she nodded at the motel. “Tell her Esther sent all y’all and ya’ll be taken care of.” ooOoo AN: Hello everybody! Apologies I’ve not posted in ages, I’ve just been so busy this summer! Also, I know this chapter is short but I wanted to post something after nothing for so long. I promise the next chapter will be longer! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and read, I really appreciate it even though I don’t always respond to the comments. If you haven’t reviewed yet, PLEASE DO! It really encourages me to keep writing knowing people are reading this.

Chapter 11: It was no surprise, seeing Astrid Reichner back in the clinic, accompanied by her little shadow- a mop of blonde hair and eyes searching for acceptance. Doctor Reilly had been in the job of Little Medicine and Surgery for a long time and knew a Little when she saw one. Caregivers were sharks- loving and nurturing to an almost unhealthy point where anything or anyone who posed a threat towards their Little's did not fare well. It was only a matter of time until young Nurse Lizzie met the same fate. “I see someone has been a naughty girl.” Reichner drolled, nodding toward the newest patient. “Yes,” Doctor Reilly hummed in agreement, finish the last touches of the bondage. Covered in black latex, head to toe, the girl was in for a rough awakening. It was the extreme version of the isolation method, recommended to only be performed by professionals. Taken by the restrictive hood was her sight, sound, smell, ability to feel. Implanted in her ears were hypnotist tapes, set to never end. Her limbs were forced out into straight positions, secured down to the hospital bed. Doctor Reilly finished, snaking the long tube down her nostril through a little hole in the latex. This tube would be her food supply for the next months, pumping her stomach full of mash and laxatives. The full body bondage was the last step before lobotomies but rarely did those occur. Sensory depravation was a powerful tool. The doctor did not enjoy torturing these girls but it was a necessary action. If only the girls could understand the favor they were doing them and submit peacefully… but that never seemed to be the case. “How can I help you, Dr. Reichner?” she asked. To say it was a struggle to keep a neutral tone was an understatement. The woman annoyed her to no end with her uppity superior attitude. While the clinic wasn’t busy, it was still two more people than she wanted to deal with causing a disturbance to the environment. “I just wanted to confirm the procedure for tomorrow? You never did respond to the request. Babygirl Lulu continues to act out. We’ve got to curb her behavior before it gets any worse. You know how her parents were.” How could she forget the father… Stephen MacNamara… now rightfully adopted and sissified into little Miss Sally Sue. That was a fun transformation. She couldn’t deny marveling at his hairless smooth skin and caged pee-pee, shriveled up and deformed. It wouldn’t do for a little sissy to have such nasty feelings. One little snip was all it took for his entire manhood to be completely decimated. But Lulu was not her father. That was an important distinction to remember. “We’re trying to set an example,” her voice hardened. “You’re not having savory opinions towards these rebellious outlaws, are you Doctor Reilly? It would be so unfortunate if the wrong people were to find out.” Frozen, mainly due to fear, she wracked her brain the appropriate response. The power Astrid Reichner had was not to be trifled with. Only a fool would do so. “You know I’ve got no such feelings.” she regained her composure, shoulders squared and head raised. “As a medical professional, you’ve got to weigh all the pros and cons of all procedures. I believe that it’s in our best interest to hold off on this certain one. Lulu is still recovering from her last one. The last thing we want is for her to go into shock form all the changes. Then we’ll have no Little. Is that what you want, Nurse Reichner? I am the head doctor, you’d do well to heed my advice.” It was a gamble, going against the woman but everything she said rang true and she was not a dumb woman. The silence spoke volumes. “Fine. We’ll wait.” the woman spat reluctantly. “Don’t think this is over though. We will be back.” As soon as she’d disappeared, Dr. Humphrey appeared from behind the curtain. “Reichner again?” he grumbled. “What did she want this time?” “Same old same old.” she rolled her eyes. “The woman’s going to drive me into an early grave. Honest to God, these children are going to be dead before they even have a chance to live!” Frustration coated her voice, feeling as if they were the only ones who could see any reason. All the good they were attempting to do was being overtaken by the woman’s arrogance and impatience. She pressed the button on the wall, calling for the nurse to take her patient away to the isolation chamber. “Doesn’t help that Jenkins and Reichner are all buddy buddy. We could actually do something about her.” sighed Humphrey. Beside him was a teary-eyed girl clad in only a very full diaper. “Shots?” Reilly dumped her gloves in the bin, making her way over. “Incontinence.” The words went right over the girl’s head, too preoccupied with the pain of the needle rather than the purpose. “It’s just gonna be a little pinch, sweetie and then you get a pretty princess band aide! You like princesses, don’t you?” her voice rose in pitch, distracting her from the sanitary wipe on her thigh. The overgrown toddler sniffled, an overflow of tears tumbling down her cheeks. The paci moved between her lips eagerly as if it were her lifeline. “We should be nurturing these Littles,” the asian doctor muttered. “Trying to scare them into obedience only takes it longer to regress. There are rules in place for a reason.” Of course, there were the necessary measures to take when all else failed but until then, shouldn’t they try everything else in their power? “Yes, not like down south. That’s where the newest girl came from right?” The Dew Hill community. It was one of the newer establishments, conveniently located far within the Carolina mountains away from prying eyes. She’d conversed over the phone with Dr. Slinsky briefly after he’d sent over her medical records. To be honest, the man was as ancient as the Egyptian pyramids and views certainly reflected it. If not for the lack of laws in South Carolina regarding Little protection, the man would've been fired here long ago. His dismissive treatment of Littles as mere objects for humiliation rather than living, breathing human beings was concerning to say the least. Going back years, there was a history of ignorance towards Littles and their medical problems and needs, often being dismissed as a crabby children. Caregivers for the most part were allowed to get away with whatever as Littles were rarely believed. It only started to change over the past decade but doctors like Slinsky were a threat to the whole community and needed to be dealt with. “South Carolina. Slinksy.” A low whistle sounded throughout the room. Any person with a heart knew what a shitty place the south was for any Little. “He mentioned several others that were picked up by their sister community. Caught outside a grocery store.” “Are they being transferred here?” “Already were.” While the boy was sent to Oregon, the two girls were processed in the toddler ward and were now on their happy ways to becoming the happiest, obedient, pull-up wearing girls. “We should be expecting more arrivals soon. Slinsky said there were a few more they working on catching.” Sighing, Humphrey shook his head. “I pity any Little there.” Didn't they all… ooOoo She imagined herself a bird, drifting through the air, anywhere the wind would guide her. There were no missing family members or secret fucked up organizations to worry about. She could be free. Free as a bird. However as soon as the thoughts came into her head, they were gone. Was this how it felt to die? Everyone said childbirth was the most pain a woman could go through but obviously they had never felt the pangs of starvation. Ok maybe it wasn’t starvation but it was still cruel and inhumane to treat any person like this. Would a newborn or toddler be denied food or diaper change? No of course not! That was cause for a CPS visit. Her stomach continued to ache and there was no longer any hatred felt. Just pure resentment. Luna knew it could all be over with just a few words but her hunger strike continued and at some point they’d have to give in and then she would win. The alternative being she she starved to death and that would not look very good for them. Her eyes prickled, blinking away the growing tears. Crying was a weakness she couldn’t show. It would mean they had won and Luna was a competitive person and did not like to lose. The delusions only made her more sane, and yes, she was aware of how crazy she sounded. Today it was a bird. Yesterday it was a fish. While a fish couldn’t fly, they could swim, something Luna could not do. She liked to imagine herself in scenarios that she would never find herself in. Swimming was not the most important thing growing up so she simply never learned. It was better than dealing with a dreadful bleak reality so she imagined a colorful unbelievable world of swimming fish. A bird. A dog. While she could name other animals, the list would be too long. ooOoo A/N: PLEASE READ!! First off, I’d also just like to touch upon the recent tragedies in Buffalo, New York and Uvalde, Texas. I’m sure we’ve all heard of it by now and are absolutely devastated. Being a poc and a student, I resonate strongly with with the victims and am tired of nothing being done to prevent these tragedies. No matter what your political view is or beliefs are, I think we can all agree that something needs to be done to address gun violence and racism/discrimination within America. Several organizations I support are: Everytown for Gun Safety, Sandy Hook Promise, and March For Our Lives! They’re a group of citizens working to end gun violence and make our communities and schools a safe place as we’ve seen the tragedy guns can bring. I highly urge you to check them out and if not donate at least share in anyway you can!! ooOoo Now onto this chapter ooOoo I apologize it’s been so long since i’ve updated! I was home for a bit and then I went back to school to take my finals and now I’m home again. I wanted to post a little something here because it’s been so long. I promise next chapter will be longer! Also, anyone notice any older characters brought up? We haven’t heard from Mary and Tina in a while and next chapter will go back to them! 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