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Chapter 20: “Mama?” “You’ll see Mama later, Dani.” Later. Okay. Her thighs squeezed together, twisting and turning against the tight straps of the car seat as the world zoomed on by. She had to pee. It’s not something she ever had to think about but right now it was on her mind and there was really no point in trying to hold it in because Dani was wearing a diaper and that ensured she could do whatever she wanted wherever she wanted but there was something stopping her. Dani didn’t know what. Her thumb inches its way toward her mouth, gaze shifting back and forth. She looks from the window to her lap to the curly haired Amazon behind the wheel, and then to the way her legs swung high up from off the ground. “We’re going to see Little Johnny Boy and another special friend. Isn’t that exciting?” The lady gasped big and that piqued her interest. Little Johnny Boy. A warm feeling burst in her chest at the thought of his name. She hadn’t seen him in a long time, okay, more like a few days but a few days felt like a lifetime to a person whose existence centered around the same monotonous routine everyday. His name is on the tip of her tongue and it evoked a strange emotion, something she couldn't even begin to describe, that made her feel all fuzzy and happy inside. Pink splotches littered her cheeks down to her neck and skin felt hot to the touch. “Are you blushing, Dani?” She laughed. Maybe - Yes. No! Ok, fine. Yes. Dani sighed and leaned her head against the car seat, kicking her feet in delight. “Someone has a crushhh!” the Amazon sang. Dani didn’t know what it meant but she seemed happy and that put her in a good mood and with every bout of laughter, her bladder leaked just a little bit more until there was a puddle in her pants. It took a moment to notice and she frowned at the sloshing between her legs. It was warm. Sodden. Heavy. Uncomfortable. Why was she okay with this? “Just a little longer, Dani. We’ll be there soon.” She looks up at the sound of her name, glancing out the window then as they exited off the highway into residential area and the skyline of the city faded in the distance. They’d been driving for nearly an hour and a half and if the silence was any sign, it was that they were still in the clear. The parents wouldn’t be by to pick up the Littles for another forty - five minutes and Tricia knew not to call the LPS until right before Abigail arrived, as to give her little to no chance to escape. Nobody knew that she had stolen the Little. No one knew she was even missing yet. This was good. It gave them time. Not much but it was better than nothing. That’s why it was a relief when they rolled to a slow, parking behind the black Subaru on the side of the road. They were surrounded by forest, the next house not for another few miles or so. This was the perfect opportunity. “Home?” Her voice squeaked out, laced with confusion because this didn’t look like home but Alisha didn’t respond which only made her more fidgety. Instead the tall Amazon got out of the car and Dani could just see in the distance another woman. A strange feeling tickled her brain because the woman seemed vaguely familiar but the Little couldn’t think of how and she didn’t dwell on it for too long. Dani watched their lips move, fast and confusing and they seemed just as frustrated as she felt… which was growing by the minute. But she didn’t have to wait for long, no more than five minutes as the new woman approached the car and the backseat opened. She smelt like freesia with a hint of lavender and stern but kind eyes. “We’re going on a little trip with Miss Therese. Isn’t that fun?” The Amazons’ movements were rushed, frenzied, yet not chaotic as she was transferred to the waiting car in a smooth manner. Dani couldn’t help but cry out in confusion, reaching for Alisha as she maneuvered her limbs through the complicated straps of the car seat and buckling her in. “Everything is going to be fine, Dani. Alright? I will see you shortly but for now, we have to go our seperate ways.” Of course, the Little had no idea what any of this meant as Therese got in the front seat of the car, phone in hand and they took off. Dani didn’t even get to say goodbye and suddenly, there were tears brimming in the corner of her eyes and they trickled down her cheeks in quick succession. The diaper bag was on the ground in the back seat just out of reach for Therese as she tried desperately to calm the sobbing Little. The radio only increased the volume of her screams and Therese worried she was going to cry herself sick at the rate she was going. Normally, she was great with Littles. “We’re going to a really fun place where there’s lots of toys to play with and yummy snacks - ” She didn’t get to finish before Dani began to wail, kicking her feet against the back of the driver's seat and clumsily fumbling at the straps that kept her securely in place. “HOME! WANNA GO HOME!” How could Therese describe that she was going home? A home she didn’t remember. A place she had never really been but held more connection than this screwed up world. All she wanted to do was hug her tight and tell her everything was going to be alright, but to be honest, she really didn’t know what was going to happen. Everyone would know soon that she was missing and the LPS would be onto Alisha if they couldn’t get everything sorted quickly. This is why there were protocols in place and rules to stop things like this from happening but every so often, things fell through the cracks. They were only human after all. The drive wasn’t long and Dani’s incessant panic only softened to a whimper when the car came to a slow in front of a home. A soft pink pastel with the picturesque white wrap around porch and perfectly manicured garden, it looked like any other house on the block. Well - cared for, normal, hidden in disguise. When one thought of hideaways it was shady shacks in the middle of the forest or the abandoned building with the few odd squatters here and there. No one would picture the house at 210 Merryweather Avenue to be anything but ordinary. What neighbors saw was an Amazon with a heart of gold, taking in needy Littles in need of a foster home when adult life has proven to be too much of a challenge and an overwhelmed system not prepared for the influx of new additions. Usually, Therese welcomed nosey neighbors to prove there was nothing to hide but at this moment, it was the last thing she needed. Backing the car into the garage, they waited until the door was completely sealed shut from the outside before exiting the vehicle. It was no easy feat removing the Little from the car because despite her size, she could throw a mighty punch. Therese grunted as Dani’s fist connected with her jaw and at the feel of contact, she stilled. Eyes widening, suckling on her bottom lip and waiting for the obvious reprimand, the Amazon could only let out a resigned huff. She brushed back strands of her hair from her wet cheeks, softly kissing the tip of her nose. Settling her on her hip, Therese sighed, “You’re scared. So many things have happened in such a short time. I know it’s all very confusing. I am even confused right now.” Therese can see as her words sink in, the obvious understanding in her narrowed eyes as they crinkled at the corners and nod softly to herself. Dani was always an insightful person and eager listener and even in her apparent loss of identity, the trait didn’t seem to fade. “Mama? Home?” She asks after a brief bout of silence. “No, darling.” Therese shakes her head. She is somber, not for the other Amazon, but the stress that has radiated throughout the Little’s body. She hated to see another in pain, especially one as young as Dani but it was a necessary torture. And it was only bound to get worse before it would get better. “Let’s go inside,” she bounced Dani on her hip. “I’ve got a little surprise for you.” OoOoo Her thighs squeezed together walking with an awkward gait beside the Amazon in an attempt to keep up with her long strides across the living room. She’d been placed down immediately upon entrance as the door locked behind them and curtains were drawn shit. The carpet was soft beneath their feet, a baby blue and against the opposite white wall from the front door was a black leather couch that looked so comfy, she could lie there forever. The television was situated in the corner by the window of the small room and a small table in the center beside the tall lamp. In all the confusion, Dani had forgotten why she even was crying in the first place and brought herself to just a few sniffles and occasional whimpers. The house was all open, one room leading into the next with only a wall here and there but you could see throughout the entire house and it was tiny. Like her home. With Mama. She didn’t want to be here but what she wanted didn’t seem to matter much to anyone. Caught up in her thoughts, Dani lets out a surprised squeeled as she’s lifted from the ground, only calmed briefly by the amazon’s familiar smell. She’s placed on the couch, immediately sinking into the lumpy cushions and television is flicked on. “I know the doctor and Alisha gave you some icky medicine at daycare and you didn’t like it much but this is a little different. Most people are not allowed access to these programs, but I may have done some sneaky things.” Therese spoke mostly to herself as she stuck in a dvd to the machine as it whirled to life on the big screen. While stealing wasn’t exactly legal, what the others didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. The tapes were restricted material, having been created as a hypnotic visual but something went wrong in the programming and instead did the opposite. It was different from the Beatles, only temporary lasting, in short increments of time and may lead to more problems. This was their last ditch effort, only used in an absolute emergency situation because the long term effects were so unknown and the risk of brain damage was too high. But they just needed Dani consciousness for the next few days or so to get her through the Portal and this was their only option. Therese was only able to snatch a few tapes after Alisha’s frantic call because she couldn't let anyone notice that they were missing but hopefully it was what they needed. “Just sit tight, sweetie.” She shushed the squirming girl. “We’ll get you changed after (or you might want to do that yourself). Everything will be clearer soon.” That’s all she could say before the vibrant colors flashed across the screen and the Little was hooked. Spiraling circles of pink and blue, shapes twisting and contorting, popping out from the dark background and a high pitched frequency that Therese could just barely make out but that Dani seemed to cling onto. It was credible science that Little's and Amazon’s anatomy was not the same. They processed everything differently from each other. Littles could hear things at a higher pitch just as Amazon’s could see from a farther distance. There was so much unknown about how Little’s functioned. The Amazons had just barely touched the tip of the iceberg and it was fascinating how much more there was to discover. However, what Therese did know was that she wasn't affected in the slightest bit by the dizzying imagery but Dani was just about in a puddle of drool, cross eyed and breathing heavily. While tempted to step in, Therese knew this was all part of the process. It was her brain trying to piece itself back together again in quick succession. The Beatles were good in that it was a slow process, pulling memories out one by one in an organized manner giving the host time to process the changes. But the tapes took everything at once, no care for the precious body it invaded. It was ruthless and cruel, painful to feel and just took and took and took until needing to be physically restrained. There was only so much a body could take before just completely giving up. That’s why Therese watched and waited. Ten minutes on and ten minutes off for the next hour. Any longer than that her brain was fried. She’d read a study of several other Littles who were now permanently gorked out of their minds. Nothing more but vegetables. That was the problem because the technology was still so unknown and anything could go wrong at any moment. Therese just wondered what was going on in her brain. What she was remembering… OoOoo She was back. Standing in the center of a living room that resembled her own but it was different. Everything was wrong. The familiar velvety red couch was replaced with black leather and no longer in the center of the room. it was pushed against the wall to the left beneath the window and in the corner where her playpen was usually set up was the television. And everything was smaller as if it was meant to fit a person of shorter stature like herself but she still had to give a little jump to reach most things it seemed but she could manage it. The walls were also plain with no pictures or little mementoes to show that anyone actually lived here and several large cardboard boxes sat unopened scattered around the room. The apartment appeared brand new as she moved throughout the rooms to the kitchen where there was an empty fridge and empty cabinets to the bedroom down the hall where she found even more boxes and herself, making up a large bed. Her eyes scan the room finding no crib and there’s a draft in the empty room that Abby would never allow. It’s always warm, a tad more than room temperature which always lulled her right to sleep. Dani moves to check out the rest of the apartment when there is a knock. Before she can react, the sound of quick footsteps sound from down the hall and Dani watches as her younger self scurries to the door. Dressed in gray sweats and a messy bun (something Abby would never put her in), she’d thought that she had gotten used to seeing all these oddities but it never failed to stun her. There’s a step stool beside the front door and Dani watches as she scampers up in order to peer out the little peephole and mutters, “shit. Not now.” Dani wants to know what is going on and annoyance flares in her stomach not for the first time at her invisible form. A knock sounds again, this time firmer and her other self is gnawing on her bottom lip as a familiar expression of worry crosses over her face. ”Calm down, Dani.” She mutters to herself. “You can do it. Nothing will happen.” Inhaling a deep breath, she watches as she pulls herself together before unlocking the door and hopping down from the stool. An Amazon stood on the other side, maybe ten feet tall with a tin foiled covered plate in her hand. The big smile that had been on her face slipped momentarily as she let out a surprise gasp. “Oh my! You are a tiny thing!” The woman comments as she recovers from her shock and eyes her up and down, lingering a fraction too long on her lower half. She clears her throat. “I heard we got new neighbors. What is your name, sweetie?” The woman’s tone is condescending and smile is just a little too sweet. Through clenched teeth, the Little responds, “Dani, ma’am. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “What good manners!” the Amazon cooes with stars in her eyes. “Is your mommy or daddy around? Do they know you are at the door? It’s dangerous to talk to strangers, little one.” Slight after slight, Dani watches as her eyes crinkle at the corners and the stiff smile on her face wobbles. She was always such an open book but right now was not the time to lose it and it seemed she realized that as well. “It’s just me,” Dani responds in the most respectful tone she can muster. “I moved in today.” “You?” Disbelief coats the Amazon’s voice and a wry smile plays at her lip. “Whatever you like to think, honey. Now be a good girl and get your mommy or daddy. I’ve brought banana bread.” “It really is just me, ma’am.” She patiently exclaims. “I’m a free Little. I’m just starting at the University.” “W-what?” The Amazon cocks her head to the side, brows furrowed together and lips turn down into a frown when she has realized that Dani is serious. “But how can this be allowed? You are much too young.” The Little shrugs and Dani knows it is best not to correct her, that would only be seen as back talking. “Well, who will change your dirty diapers and tuck you into bed? How will the rent be paid? You do know you have to pay to live here, you don’t just get it for free. That’s what grown ups do.” “I’m actually potty trained, ma’am,” the Little forced herself to say in terms that would be acceptable for the Amazon. “And I’ve already put down the first month's rent and deposit.” “You're kidding me.” Her voice deadpanned, all pretenses up. “No, ma’am.” Dani gulped. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” She didn't have to say much else because the Amazon let out a string of curse words beneath her breath before marching away with a cross look without so much as another word. Great. She’d made her first enemy. Dani doubted that was the last time that she would see that woman again. And she was right. The weather would turn to a slight chill moving into fall. Still warm enough for just a sweater but not short sleeves, Dani took advantage of the opportunity to get the last few of her summer clothes in use. The first week of classes had gone as expected, nothing abnormal and I was surprised at the number of Amazons that just passed her by without a problem on campus. But as Dani made her way home, through the double sliding doors and into the lobby, she stopped short. There she was. The woman. Dressed in slim black leggings, equally tight sports top that just managed to contain her voluminous breasts and large coffee in hand, she stood in a circle with three other equally tall woman. Dani knows she must keep walking and that she was entering dangerous territory. One wrong move could end her up on her backside shitting her brains out with an evil, Pilates obsessed Amazon but her brain wouldn’t process her feet. “Look at who we have here! I told you she was so tiny.” The lady giggled. She’d come to know her as Miss Theroux and giggled to the two other scary looking women with too much Botox in their face. They surrounded her in an instant and backing up into their legs, desperate for an escape was like hitting a brick wall. They were so big. So strong. “Are you just home from school sweetie?” The fake blonde woman cooed, snatching her backpack from off her back before she could even think of what to do next. “Oh, this sure is heavy!” the blonde frowned, tossing it over Dani’s head to the third woman, a real blonde but with fake lips. “What could be inside?” “I don’t know Kate,” Miss Theroux feigned confusion. “Shall we open it up?” Oh dear god. Her pleas for release fell on deaf ears as they tore apart her bag, dumping everything on the ground as she scrambled to collect her pages and pages of homework that she had just spent hours working on. “Quantum physics?” The third blonde smirked, flipping open the front page of her textbook. “What Little is studying this?” “No Little would. They are not capable.” Miss Theroux gave her a sinister look, lip curling up in utter delight. “I think someone was a naughty girl. Did Little Dani steal this bag from a big kid?” “It’s mine -” “Don’t flatter yourself.” Kate snickered with a roll of her blue eyes. Dani didn’t know what she could do to convince them to let her go. She’d seemed to get on Miss Thoreux’s bad side by just simply existing in the wrong place and knew the only thing that would placate her… and Dani was not willing to let that happen. In a swift movement, before she could even speak another word, an arm shot out. She was flipped upside down and jeans were yanked down to her ankles, she knew what was happening. “No diaper!” A gasp burst out. “Stealing, and talking back! My oh my, what are we going to do?” Dani braced herself for the painful spanks that were surely to come but when none did, she froze in fearful anticipation. But then a voice rang out suddenly. “Are you really bullying a person half of your size?” She couldn’t see their face or recognize their voice but knew it was a woman. And she sounded mad. “This has nothing to do with you.” what sounded like Miss Thoreux sniffed. “I don’t take kindly to bullies and you are terrorizing this poor girl - “ “We’re just doing our duty. Keeping these Little ones in line - ” ”Says the college drop out.” There was a shriek of outrage and suddenly, Dani was falling. Falling, falling, falling and… thud! She hit the ground, sprawled out on top of her pile of papers scattered across the ground. Dani groans, rubbing her head and the tall legs that enclosed her disappeared. “Run along.” The voice said again before she could blink, just a whisper in her ear. “I’ll make sure they don’t bother you again.” That’s all that needed to be said as she scurried to her feet with the bundle in her arms, just briefly aware of the pat to her bottom as she attempted to get as far away from the Giants as possible. As the weeks turned to months, her mysterious savior continued to help Dani in ways that she hadn’t even thought possible. A taxi, specifically for her, awaited her arrival on the rainy or cold days at the front door, already paid and set for her first class of the day. It ensured she got there safely without any hassle from other Amazons and was a needed relief; her rent was then covered for up to six months with nothing but a notice from the landlord and a different takeaway was sent to her door every week, knowing exactly when she was stressed the most. However, the best part was the disappearance of the crazy Amazon ladies. They’d done nothing, not even giving her a glance as they passed in the hall and for the first time ever, Dani wasn’t afraid. She had a guardian angel, as crazy as it sounded, and she didn’t even know her name. But, Dani only had to assume it was the mysterious voice that had saved her all those days before in the lobby. Olivia and Carly told her to be cautious but overtime her guard would begin to slip but mystery wouldn’t remain unknown for long. It was shortly after Abby took her and Dani should have been more concerned than she was but something just felt… right. And she didn’t know what it was. OoOoo Staring. Unblinking. Frozen. Was she in shock? Something felt wrong. Desperately so. “Dani?” The voice was soft, soothing even, yet Dani jumped out of her skin, nearly tumbling off the couch onto what would have been a hard and long fall to the ground. A woman stood in front of her, arms around her waist as she was situated back on the couch. It was an Amazon and staring up at her, there was a flicker of a memory… from before. Hazy and grainy but it was there and Dani couldn't contain her gasp of surprise, clutching at her head assaulted with the onslaught of memories. Everything felt wrong. She’d gotten used to the emptiness, the blank space, floating in a sea of nothingness. There was no need to think when there was no need to be anything. But now her brain was full and like a fly trapped in a glass, buzzing back and forth, going crazy to be free. That’s what her head felt like. Dani had thoughts and complex feelings, more than just unicorns and butterflies. The Little wondered if this was what everyone went through every day and how more people hadn’t gone completely crazy. “Honey? My name is Therese. Do you know what has happened?” Does she know what has happened? What kind of question was that? Taking sight of the full diaper on her bottom, snap crouched onesie and pigtails in her hair, she had a good guess. Her lips part, letting out a breath as she tries to form the words on her tongue. She doesn’t know who this Amazon is or if she can even trust her but she’s seemingly waiting for a response. The words are disjointed, awkward, as she attempts to force them from her lips. “W-what h-h-happened?” That’s all she can say before her eyes roll to the back of her head and all goes dark. It could have been an eternity for all she knew before ever so slowly, her eyes fluttered open. Wincing and groaning at the ache in her head, all she can do is lift her arm in front of her eyes, blocking the bright light from overhead. Dani lay on a bed, cocooned in a billion blankets and the fluffiest pillows known to man. It’s only after a few seconds of groggily pushing herself into an upright position that Dani notices that she is not alone. The woman from before is seated at the edge of the bed, face pensive and still as she waits with a baited breath. “W-who are you?” her voice is all but a whisper, hesitant and terrified to be in such close proximity to the Amazon. “My name is Therese. We met before. You are safe, Dani.” Safe? What did that mean? She lets out an unamused laugh. Nothing in this world was safe, much less Littles. “You never have to go back to Abigail Brady again. You have been rescued. We are the resistance.” That’s all it took, just a few tiny words, for a shudder to go down her spine and body to fall back, once again, unconscious. OoOoo Hey all! I’m so sorry it’s been so long! I’ve been writing my thesis, had exams, and came home for Christmas which was stressful in itself! I’ve also just started looking for full time jobs for when I graduate and I didn’t think it would be this hard. 😭 I’m just now finally sitting down to write again and I’ve got a few weeks of downtime before all the work starts up again so please bear with me! I promise this story is not abandoned. I’ve just never had as much work to do in my entire life before now! I hope to be able to update again soon but until then I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 19: Whoever said potty training was a piece of cake lied. It was not easy, especially with a twenty - one year old woman who was convinced she was a baby and diapers were the center of her universe. The etiquette schools were renowned for a reason and Alisha was experiencing the full brunt of their effectiveness for the last week. “WET ME GO!” The Little exclaimed, purple in the face, fighting against her large hands physically holding her down on the plastic seat. “Dani, if you can just sit still for a moment - OW!” She lets out a yelp suddenly as a small foot makes contact with her side and Alisha can’t deny that while the Little was small she was mighty strong. “HEWP ME! HEWP ME - MHMHMHM” The little is silenced by a large inflatable pacifier suddenly forced in her mouth and can only whine over the rubber object. “Remember the potty song?” Alisha tried again, kneeling in front of her on the hard tiled surface of the bathroom. “Let’s try again, hmmm?” Snot runs from her nose and blinking through puffy eyes, the whining turns to whimpers to a seemingly reluctant silence, waiting for what would happen next. Suckling harshly, she rubs at her eyes with fisted hands and Alisha’s soft voice floats throughout the stall. “We like to use the potty, the potty is our friend! Only big big girls use the potty and it is a lot of fun!” Alisha watches as her thighs clench together, bladder twinging and eyes flicker down to the diaper on the ground by her feet. “Come on, darling. It’s not as scary as it seems. There may even be a little treat involved afterward…” That caught her attention. Her gaze shoots up, curiosity filling her eyes and head cocks to the side. “Just do a little tinkle for me. That’s it. Can you be a good girl?” Her lips pursed and a look of contemplation crossed her face and Alisha thought this was it. Finally, after the last week they were going to get somewhere. “Popsicles, lollipops, ice cream….” The Little’s eyes grew wider with every treat because she couldn’t remember the last time that she had something so delectable other than straight from an Amazon’s tit. “I bet that sounds yummy, doesn’t it?” Her head nods eagerly and she is nearly jumping up off the plastic seat. “However, we can only have it if someone goes potty.” With all the others, the mere thought of a boatload of sugar would have them eagerly using the toilet but of course, Dani was different. She was stubborn and she knew when she was being bribed in this babified state. She’d never seen someone so determined to stay in diapers because most were dying to get out. “What do you want then?” Alisha sighed in exasperation. “You’ve got to give me a hint.” When it all seemed pointless and done with, of course, Dani said the one thing she hoped would not say. “Johnny Boy.” She said immediately without a pause to even think about it. This was inevitable. After being gone for the last week or so she was bound to become curious. “You’ll use the potty if I bring Little Johnny Boy?” She gives a firm nod, head bobbing up and down like a bobble head and the Amazon can see the Little is not going to budge. “Well, ok then.” Alisha sighed, standing up to popping knees from squatting for too long. The girl looked up at her expectantly with raised arms and an uncomfortable bounce. “Let’s get you changed and then it’s naptime.” Laid back on the changing table in the center of the bathroom, she tapes the diaper around her waist nice and snug. It wasn’t too thick like the ones Abby gave but thin enough that she was now able to waddle around without much difficulty and could actually close her thighs together all the way. It had also been a work in progress to get her into pullups and they’d cut back the de-hypnosis to every other day or so because she was progressing so much, but of course, there were setbacks and things she was determinedly stuck in her way on. Like potty-training. And Dani knew what she was doing, like now, when giggles burst from her chest. As her hand sat beneath her padded bottom, secured on her hip, a soft crinkle sounded and then she felt it. A warm swelling growing fuller as the diaper became heavy beneath her touch and the white fabric was quickly stained yellow. She pauses, staring down at the Little in feigned annoyance. “You did that on purpose.” She did. Her laughter came out like bells, sweet and dainty which only made the smile break out across the Amazon’s face as well. The Little was too adorable. “Because of your little stunt, someone’s not getting a change until after naptime.” Cocking her head to the side like a confused puppy. She asked, “Wha’ I do?” Dani understood. She more than understood but the cheeky little thing just loved to pretend , because to her, this was all a game where everything was a secret to Mommy because it would ruin the fun. “You little troublemaker. What am I going to do with you?” Giggles. Laughter. “We pway?” “Playtime is later. It is nap time right now, silly girl.” There were the few that still needed their midday rest or else they’d be dealing with cranky and whiny Littles the whole afternoon and it was in the best interest of everyone that that was not the case. “You will have plenty of time for fun in a few days when you and my son have a playdate! Doesn’t that sound fun?” “Pway dollies?” “If you want to play with your dolls you can.” Alisha didn’t bother to mention that this playdate wouldn’t contain much play and instead a carefully crafted escape plan. It had to work or else they were completely and utterly screwed and it depended on Dani’s absolute cooperation which was still a work in progress. Like potty training as she remembers the other day. “But why?” Dani had asked for the one - thousandth time - her new favorite question. “Because, you can’t stay in diapers forever.” Alisha calmly explained once more, undoing the straps at her hips and sliding the padding out from beneath her and tossing it in the garbage pail. “But why? Mama says - ” “I know what Mama says.” The Amazon heard what Mama said every single day from the group of Littles who still hadn’t quite managed to escape their caregiver’s influence. “Sometimes though, it’s not what ‘Mama says’, it’s what Alisha says and right now, Alisha says that it’s time to learn how to use the big girl potty.” She thought Dani would rebel again but when there was not a word of protest, she held onto cautious hope that this wouldn’t be as bad as she feared. But of course, she was wrong. Sitting her up and carrying the bottomless Little to the plastic pink toilet, she shifts her dress up, settling in front of her. “Now can you go tinkle? Or poopy? You just have to push, Dani. A tiny little push.” The Little’s fingers played at her lips, thumb itching dangerously close to a suckle and a fear flashed through her eyes, glancing down at her bare lap and up again at the Amazon. “Mama says no. Bad girl. Naughty. No potty. Diapees.” “It is a scary,” Alisha said slowly, trying to not set her off. “But change can be a good thing. It can be fun and exciting and that tends to be overlooked. Don’t you want to be a big girl like your sister?” She gnawed on the tip of her thumb now with watering eyes and the Amazon could see the intense battle of to listen or to not going back and forth in her delicate mind. “Pretty please?” A pregnant pause later, she responds. “No.” “No?” She echoed. “Nope.” “Fine then.” Alisha scowled. “We’ll just try again later. One battle at a time.” And it hadn’t gotten any better and as the Little relished in the chaos caused while Alisha was damn near ready to rip all the hair out of her head. Now back to the present, she just hoped and prayed that when Friday came around nothing would go wrong. The plan had to work and if it didn’t, they were absolutely fucked. As they made their way to a darkened room with mats on the ground, she was placed beside Jimmy who was still wide awake himself. Kerry was making her rounds, checking on the few who hadn’t yet dozed off as Alisha snuck out of the room before any more noise could be made, softly shutting the door behind her. “Alisha trying to potty train you?” he whispered as he turned to face her. Dani blinks through the dark, taken aback by the question and reaches for her pacifier that is not there because they’d taken that away too. “My mommy potty trained me,” he continued. “I only have accidents sometimes - well, maybe more than sometimes - but Kerry helps me a lot. She says I am a big boy.” Dani scowled. Here it goes again… everyone was obsessed with wanting her to be a big girl but what if she was happy being just the way she is? “I was afraid at first but it felt pretty cool after a bit. Being a big boy means I get to go to bed an hour later. Do you know how late seven thirty is?!” He gasped. “And I get to hold my sippy cup on my own and Alisha is even teaching me how to count to really big numbers! Did you know how many numbers there are? Like millions!” He spoke with so much passion that it was impossible to ignore and his joy was infectious. Dani found herself rolling over to her side to face the boy with a wide smile on his face. She wanted to hear more. “I didn’t know I wanted all of this until she showed me and it’s really not that scary. Alisha said we used to be big kids and now we have a chance to be again. It’s a whole different world out there, did you know that?” Dani did know that, or at least she thought she did but the things she had seen made this all so much more confusing. She asked Jimmy a question, struggling for the right words to say but needed to know. “D-do you haf fings in youw head? Wike weally weal fings wike ve tv?” He’s silent for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip and whispers. “Me - memowies. Yeah, I get them. Alisha says that’s a good thing. It means we are getting big again.” “Vey scawy vo? I scawy.” Jimmy sighs. “Yes a-and no. I want to remember before b-but it’s weird. I’m not Jim anymore. I’m Jimmy. It’s me but I'm different. We all are.” Jimmy made sense, she thought, and nodded her head because she wasn’t the girl she used to be in the pic - memories. That girl was smart and bigger and didn’t play with stupid baby toys and take naps and - she began to cry. She wails like the stupid baby she is and doesn’t even notice as she wets herself again. “What’s wrong, honey?” Kerry was quick to come to her side and she lifted her into the air and automatically she wrapped her legs around her body, huddling her head into the crook of her neck. She was softly bounced in her arms, the college student humming a tune into her ear and moved to the rocking chair in the corner of the room. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” Dani found herself staring up into her kind face, cradled back in her arms on her back as she was rocked back and forth, lost for words. “Maybe you just need a hug. Is that what you need?” No. That’s not what she needed. All she wanted was her paci and Mama and to be blissfully unaware and pretend none of this was happening because she wanted to stay Little forever! The cry pierces out from her chest, louder than before and she can’t stop the tears from flowing. Kerry begins to urgently bounce her, patting her soaked through diaper that did little to help. “Kerry?” A voice whimpered. It was Jimmy. “What is it, honey?” Kerry stressed. He stood before them awkwardly shifting from foot to foot, “This is all my fault, I fink. I was telling her how good it is to be big and she started crying.” “It’s not your fault.” The Amazon sighed. “Dani isn’t as big as you are yet and things can get a bit overwhealming for her sometimes.” “Ov-over - w-w-weming?” He struggled with the word, brows furrowing together. “Never mind.” Kerry smiled. “You did nothing wrong. Now go back to your mat and try to sleep. Even big boys need naptime too.” “A-awe you sure?” You could hear it as he started to slip into a younger headspace. His words lisped and jumbled together and his voice took a delicate tone. “Yes, Jimmy. You were just trying to be a helper. That’s what big boys do. I’m very proud of you.” He seemed to preen under her praise and eventually went back to his mat and there was the slightest squelch after every step he took. “Silly boy,” Kerry giggled beneath her breath, turning back to Dani. She could only breathe through her mouth now due to her stuffy nose and eyes were nearly shut close due to the puffiness. “You’re going to be ok, Dani. I even feel scared sometimes, it’s a normal thing. You just need a little extra help.” Help? What did she mean by that? Just for a moment, she quiets down attempting to think through her foggy mind but it is pointless. “This is gonna be a secret just between the two of us. Alisha doesn’t want to believe it but all littles need milk to help them during sleepy time.” Dani watches through hazy vision as a breast is popped out from her shirt and head is guided forward and latches on without thought. “Being around all you Littles gives me Little fever,” she sighs. “But don’t worry, you can go back to being a big girl later.” At the same time, another Little across town was trying to prove what a big girl she really was but it wasn’t going so well. OoOoo Hurting. Pinching. Cheeks. Ow. Olive squirmed, trapped in the Giant’s ironclad hold that really just caused more damage the more she fought against it. Held out at an arms length, nearly nine feet from the ground, she dangled in the air as Abby’s coworker gushed over her outfit. “Oh. This romper is just adorable!” The blonde woman - Brenda gushed. “Just where did you get it?” “Online! You’ve heard of MommyandMe? They make matching outfits for Amazons and their Littles!” “Oh my gosh, yes! My Little Polly always used to complain about how she missed being an adult - whatever that meant - so my wife and I bought her a little dress, tiny heels and a name tag for Halloween!” Abby placed her hand over her heart. “Your little business woman. Just like Olive!” “I must find the pictures.” The Little didn’t know what was worse. Being talked over or being talked about right in front of her face because she had taken much pride in her outfit this morning. The padding between her thighs was hardly noticeable if you weren’t paying close attention. This navy blue pantsuit was possibly the most mature thing she’d worn thus far and she’d felt good - felt her age - up until now because according to Amazon logic, a maturely dressed little simply did not exist. “Are you ready to be our little helper today, cutie pie?” The nasally voiced woman cooed. “Yes, Ma’am.” The Little gulped with a practiced babyish lisp. “Such a darling, you have here. Very good manners as well.” “Oh yes,” Abby deadpanned. “Olive is my absolute world.” It was a relief when she was placed to the ground and it took a moment to remember how to use her legs after being not on them for the last hour or so. Abby was no help as she dragged her along as she stumbled forward on her unsteady limbs, nearly face planting several times much to the amusement of those around. “You’re going with Mr. Brown today,” said Abby as they stopped at his cubicle and there sat the twelve foot large heavyset man with a grayed receding hairline and a scowl beneath his mustache. “You know I don’t babysit.” The man grumbled in a low tone, glancing over her in disdain. “Well it’s a good thing Olive doesn’t need a babysitter.” Abby chirped with a pat to her head. “We’re all here to do a job, aren’t we?” He huffed. “She won’t be a problem.” Abby attempted to reassure him. “If she is, you have full permission to punish her as you see fit -” “Hey!” She couldn’t help her gasp of outrage but was quickly silenced by a pacifier shoved into her mouth. The man seemed pacified at that and by the look in his eyes, she knew that she wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of him. “We leave in ten minutes,” he said, standing up. Grabbing the black briefcase off of his desk, she couldn’t help but stumble back into Abby’s legs, startled at his sudden towering figure. “Perfect!” Abby exclaimed. “I’ll get her situated in the car now.” As much as Olive didn’t like Abby, being with her was better than being with a random unknown stranger who could do anything to her and she would be absolutely defenseless. Thus far she’d been with Brenda and another chatty woman but she’d learned to work her way around them. However, this man was uncharted territory and she’d always heard that Amazon men were harsher than the women and the sheer size of his meaty hand sent shivers down her spine. Carrying the dreaded diaper bag over her shoulder and down to the parking lot, she scowled at the sight of the car seat already secured in the back. Olive kicked her legs pointlessly as she was deposited in the oversized, cushy contraption that left her helplessly staring straight ahead unable to see out the window. The straps were tightened around her body that left her with little to no movement but both Amazons ignored her protest. “You be good now.” Abby’s voice was sickeningly sweet. “If your not Mommy will know and Mr. Brown is not as forgiving as I am.” What should have been comforting advice was just a thinly veiled threat and the Little gulped, nodding her head. “Good girl.” Abby chirped, placing a sopping wet kiss on her forehead that she immediately wiped away. “Ready to go?” The man seemed annoyed, tapping his hand on his leg anxiously. Abby stood up straight then, back to business. “Her diaper bag is in the back, though I doubt you’ll need it and a small lunch is packed as well - “ “I raised three children of my own,” Mr. Brown rolled his eyes. “I doubt I’ll have a hard time. I’m more concerned about the professionalism of all of this.” He muttered the last part but Abby ignored it, pretending nothing had been said. “Well, call me if there are any problems and I’ll be there in a jiffy.” She was really taking this overprotective mom thing to a new level and both Amazon and Little could hardly suppress the urge to roll their eyes but they managed (just barely). “Be good.” Abby hissed one last time before shutting the door and they took off without warning, the car lurching forward. The man tossed several manila folders into the back where she was just able to reach and said, “there are the three houses we’re going to see today. Be prepared. Read up.” She was going to respond but he suddenly said, “you can read, can’t you?” “Of course I can!” She snapped back but froze immediately, realizing what she had done but he just huffed in response. “We’ll be at the first house in twenty minutes. You better not screw this up.” While intimidated by the older man, she appreciated his blunt honesty which was hard to come by nowadays so she kept her mouth shut, wisely so, and opened up to the first page. The house they were going to was a one - story bungalow with over ten acres of land that bordered a pond. It was 2,000 square feet with two bedrooms, an en-suite and second bathroom, dining room, kitchen and small living room. It was everything a new couple or someone looking to downsize would need at a rent of nearly two thousand a month and while it seemed high, it was the going rate for the area and it’s close proximity to the train station into the city and walking distance to several schools made it the perfect location. She just wished the couple looking to rent had an actual chance. But their lives were about to be doomed all thanks to her. After ten minutes of silence, Mr. Brown spoke up. “We’re getting close now. Have you read over everything?” “Yes.” “Good. The Littles we’re meeting are boyfriend and girlfriend.” He laughed. “They’re both teachers actually. Supposedly they are relocating because their previous rent got too high, which is why this house is in the perfect spot for them. The names are Nancy and Bill.” He continued to laugh silently to himself, so amused over this sick fate because the joke on them was that they would soon be attending the school across the street, just not in the way they imagined. Taking several turns, stopping at a red light and then straight down a quiet neighborhood, they stopped on the corner at the tiny white house with a wraparound porch. Putting the car in park, she can see the Littles already standing outside of the house. They seemed nervous, looking around every few seconds and holding each other’s hands. “It’s game time.” Mr. Brown muttered. “Remember, you better not screw this up. The Amazons that will adopt them are good friends of mine. They’ve been wanting children for the longest time now.” The last part, she figured she was not meant to hear but she had and it just simmered the fire in her belly even more. OoOoo “She’s absolutly fucked.” ”Language!” The voice hissed. “But she is - ” “Who did this?” Silence. “You have thirty seconds to fess up.” Loud. Ouch. Noisy. She whines as her feet disappear from off the ground. “Ewww she went poopy!” A woman’s voice sounds. “Go away, Daisy. It’s not like you haven’t done the same.” A scoff. Another whine. A hand pulls the waistband of her diaper back revealing a brown stinky mess that she hadn’t even realized she had made. Stars float before her eyes and she felt warm and perfectly full. Her tummy jiggled with every moment and bell-like laughs passed through her lips. It was easy to spot a milk-filled daze and some even considered it worse than hypnosis. Now, as the shades are lifted up, it’s bright in the room now. Half awake Littles are groggily shuffled to their feet, more than one needing a change. “Is anyone going to answer my question?” Alisha’s strong voice vibrated throughout her body at the two other in the room. No one responds. ”Shawn, take all the Littles back to the playroom. I need a word with Kerry.” “Me?” “Yes. You.” There was no point in beating around the bush. It was obvious who was responsible for Dani’s state. The young college student wouldn’t meet her eye, knowing she was in the wrong, knowing that she had broken the absolute number one rule. “Kerry…” “Yes, Alisha?” She hummed. “Look at me.” She warned. “We are having an adult conversation. You are an adult, aren’t you?” Her cheeks blushed bright pink, arms crossed over her chest but gaze shifts up, not wanting to be thought of anything less. “You did this to Dani,” she said and it wasn't a question. “I - “ she stammered. “I - um - “ “Kerry!” “She wouldn’t sleep!” No longer could the Amazon hold in the obvious truth anymore. “She wouldn’t stop crying and I only did what any other person would do to soothe an obviously upset child - “ “Except she’s not a child.” “But she is!” This is where their views differed. It was a gamble to take a chance on Kerry because her heart was in the right place but sometimes, instincts were too strong, and it was a difficult thing to overcome. Alisha had made it clear what the rules were and those who chose to ignore them would face the consequences. And Kerry had been allowed to get away with stuff a few too many times. “You realize what you have done, don’t you? The position this puts us in?” Her lips pressed together, arms wrapped around her waist as she avoided glancing at the Little on the Amazon’s hip, lazily staring off into space. “I don't see how it is any different than her own mother nursing her every day. In all respect, I think you are overreacting - “ “You don’t want to continue that statement.” She did not and wisely snapped her mouth shut. It wasn’t easy to get on Alisha’s good side but once you were, you were set for life… unless you did something incredibly stupid to piss her off. Like now. “Everything we do here is to undo the damage that happens at home. That is why it is of the utmost importance that we do not disrupt the process. We. Do. Not. Disrupt. The. Process. Am I clear?” “Yes, Ma’am.” Kerry gulped as the color drained from her face and tucked her chin into her chest. She’d never been so violently cowed as she had now. The next course of action was fairly obvious but still, Kerry felt compelled to ask. “Are you firing me?” The response the young Amazon expected did not come as Alisha let out a snort. “No, you are not fired. I have something even better in store for you.” Her voice set an ominous tone, sending a shiver down her spine and Kerry did not want to know what she had planned. ”Go away. I have to fix this mess that you created.” She did as she said, unable to get away fast enough and Alisha let out a groan, pressing her forehead to the Little’s in her arm. “What am I going to do with you now?” She sighed as her minty breath brushed against her ear. “Bababa.” Dani babbled, spit dribbling from her lips as she sucked on her finger tips. The day was coming to an end and in just a few hours, Abby would return and if the Amazon knew anything for certain, she would not allow the Little to go back with that woman. Even as minor as it seemed, everything had changed because for every ten steps forward was now another ten back and Alisha would be damned if they screwed this up again. “How do you feel about an early play date, hmm?” She hummed, bouncing the girl in her arms. “There’s a little boy that’s missing a very special girl.” She’d made up her mind and a few minutes later, Alisha burst into the lobby with diaper bag swung over her shoulder, Dani in her arms and car keys in the other hand. “Alisha?” Tricia looked up in shock at her sudden appearance, sitting behind the front desk of the building. Her brown curls bounced as she pushed up her glasses that had slid to the tip of her pointed nose. “Wha - what's going on?” she asked, frazzled by the sudden commotion. “How much intel have we collected on Abigail Brady?” “What?” “How much intel?” She repeated her question again as her face flushed with anxiety, eager to get a move on. “A substantial amount. Sources discovered she’s running an illegal adoption ring through work using the other Little and hasn’t even formally adopted her. That’s sure enough to have her arrested and parenting rights terminated.” “Good. That’s very good. It’s time to make the call.” “Make the call?” Tricia gasped. “But Therese said - “ “Well, I’m saying it’s time.” She snapped. “Alisha.” Tricia whispered in that calming tone when trying to talk sense into someone. “Things have changed,” she explained slowly. “There’s no more time to waste.” “Are you saying…” “Yes.” Alisha gulps, reigning in her own fears because now was not the time to break. “It’s happening whether we are ready or not.” She watches as Tricia purses her lips, eyes closing as she breathes in and out, composing herself. “What do you need me to do?” Good. Alisha lets out a sigh of relief, shoulders noticeably untensing. She tosses the keys across the desk, setting the diaper bag on the desktop. “You know where to go. Therese will meet you halfway and take over and then you will come back here.” “And what are you doing in the meantime?” “Damage control.” OoOoo Author’s Note: Hello everybody! Apologies it has been such a long time. I’ve got so much going on right now and I’ve been sick with an awful cold and am finally getting myself together again. I hope you have enjoyed this chapter and I always appreciate what you have to say so PLEASE REVIEW, it encourages me to keep writing . I hope to update again soon but in the meantime, happy reading!

Hello! I’m looking for a Diaper Dimension story where the Amazon was an old woman and she died and the Little was stuck in the crib for days. She’s eventually found and at some point they go to the old woman’s funeral and she’s adopted by I think it was the son? He also has a little but she’s not regressed and he’s helping them I’m pretty sure. That’s all I can really remember, does anyone know what this story can be? Thank you in advance xx

Chapter 18: “This is ridiculous.” Dani mumbled to herself, turning side to side in the mirror to silently fume over every angle of her puffed out bottom. “Way to point out the obvious.” The girl spoke beside her, leaning forward in the mirror applying a shiny coat of lip gloss to her lips The Little doesn’t respond, instead intensely blush’s at being heard. She’d forgotten that she wasn’t alone. The girl smirks, shaking her head and sticks the tube of makeup back in her bag. “Don’t let the Amazons hear you say that. They’ll stick you back in nursery school.” A tiny shiver goes down her spine but so young and naive, says, “I’d rather that than middle school.” The mysterious girl, about a head taller and absolutely beautiful, lets out a laugh. “You're brave to say that.” It was the truth. Nobody liked Middle School. It was a common sentiment between Amazons, Littles and Inbetweeners alike. But now, Dani could say that they were in High School - young adults by all means - even if still not considered such by the Bigs. Example one: pull - ups. “They said we’d be rid of these if we could manage to pass Eighth grade.” “And you believed them?” Not exactly. But she didn't want to think that they would lie. However, technically it wasn't a lie. They were no longer in diapers. “Over half of Littles won’t graduate high school and a quarter won’t make it past middle school. They expect us to fail and most will. We’re not meant to make it anywhere in life.” The girl shrugged, still staring at herself in the mirror. They way she said it was so nonchalant, matter of fact that Dani wondered if she had any hope for the future. Just because they weren’t expected to grow up didn't mean she’d just give up. “Well I’m going to go college.” Said Dani with a certainty she didn’t know she possessed. “They can’t take that away from me.” For the first time, the girl paused, turning to her with a peculiar expression on her face. “What’s your name?” ”Dani.” The girl smiled, giggling softly. “Call me Olivia. I think we’re going to be great friends.” That was the beginning of the Littles’ beautiful friendship as an invisible Dani observed from the corner of the bathroom as the girl she knew as her sister came to be. It was strange. She was there but not there and she knew she shouldn’t feel weird eavesdropping because it was herself but still, Dani felt as if she was interrupting a private moment only meant for another’s eyes. And it was a different person. Hey younger self, a different version with different dreams and accomplishments and took pride in being grown up. It wasn’t who she was today, far from it and for some reason she wasn’t afraid anymore. Instead it made her… uncomfortable. Following the two giggling girls out the door they are greeted by the presence of a large Amazon, almost eleven feet tall. She’s another student, obvious by her youthful appearance but appears to have superiority over the two Littles as they come to a sudden stop and the once cheeriness was drained from the air. “Now what are you two missies doing?” Her hands are on her hips, black straight hair flipped over her shoulder and wears a badge around her neck with the name: Jade. The hallway is empty as everyone in class and both Littles know it would do no good to run, especially on the first day of school. “We were using the bathroom.” Dani let out a squeak. A thin brow rose on the Amazon’s face and a smirk twitched dangerously on her lips. “Is that so?” “Yes,” Dani gulped. “Does going potty mean chit chatting with your friends? That’s what it looks like you were doing to me.” Both littles faces flushed bright red, taken aback but not surprised with her use of language. Forced in these stupid school girl uniforms, visible pullups and looked at as if they don’t know their right from left, it was near impossible to grow up when they were treated like a fucking toddler. “Where are your hall passes? Or did you run away from daycare?” The Amazon was only three years older by the looks of it so she had no right to be talking down to them like this but, of course, they could never voice that. That was the quickest way to earn a trip to daycare with the teachers Amazon children and forcibly adopted Littles. “Right here, Miss.” Olivia answered for the both of them as they pulled the pink slip from their pocket, neatly folded. The Amazon took them reluctantly, grumbling when she saw the teacher’s approved signature. Dani hoped this would put an end to whatever this was but it seemed the girl was not finished yet. “Never mind this,” she huffed, looking between the two girls with narrowed eyes. “As a hall monitor, senior and trusted adult, it is my job to ensure that you children are not getting into any mischief which I know is hard for you given your maturity levels.” “Please - “ “Quiet!” The Amazon hissed at Olivia. “What I have just seen now is anything but mature. Recess is your time to play, not in the middle of class. Because of this, you are both being issued a yellow card.” Dani knows this is for the best. The girl - herself - was willfully immature and disgraceful trying to show this Bigs up, acting older than she actually was. However, at the same time, while she should have been horrified with her behavior, instead there was an indescribable anger that simmered in her belly directed at the teenage Amazon before them. She wanted justice for herself in a way she’d never had before. “It’s the first day!” Dani can’t help but exclaim and it is only a moment later realizes what she has done. Talking back to an Amazon was a no-no and Olivia shot her the most scathing look. The Amazon goes silent as her lips pursed together and eyes narrowed. “What did you just say to me, Little girl?” “N-n-nothing!” Dani’s face paled. “I was going to let you off with a warning but apparently, more extreme measures must be taken.” What happened next is a mystery because as Dani walked forward, compelled by an unknown force to put herself between the Amazon and Littles, the white light, same as before appeared once again and she was gone in an instant. It’s not even a second later that Dani lands with a thud, the wind knocked out of her lungs and she finds herself on the ground. Pushing herself to her feet, the Little looks around to see she is in a classroom. It’s herself, Olivia and another girl - blonde and pretty, she has a button nose and baby blue eyes. They share identical looks of shame and embarrassment and Dani can see, hitched up their short skirts sport similar red marks on the back of their thighs crawling up to wear the pull-ups covering their bottom indicating a previous spanking. A gray haired woman stood at the front of the room by the chalkboard with a paddle in her hand and a severe look on her face. “You are in detention for your immaturity, naughtiness and childishness that perhaps you can not help, but should know better given you have made it this far in life to freshman year. It shouldn’t surprise me that you are already in trouble on the first day of school yet every year I am. There’s always the troublesome few .” Dani wouldn’t exactly call their actions naughty but her younger self always did like to push buttons. She knew she should have just kept her mouth shut and then they wouldn't be in this position. But, Dani was just invisible, a ghost, in the corner of the room that no one could see, hear or feel. “Detention is to teach you to be good girls and mature (although we all know that is impossible)” she rolled her eyes. “After you are done with me, all the naughtiness will be spanked right out of you.” Again? The three girls glanced at each other in horror, still hurting from the earlier one. “For every spank, you will say the words: Thank you Miss Rodgers. I am a naughty girl. Please teach me to be a good girl. If there are any fumbles, we will be starting over.” Her voice is icy as her cold eyes and she says, “who’s first?” . Flinching. Cold A tear trickles down the side of her cheek. She’s yanking against the restraints, trying to get away and to wake up. ”I’m lowering the intensity.” The doctor said, “Whatever the memory is has got her too worked up. A calm memory will do her some good.” Typing into the computer and manipulating the formula programmed to the two metal pieces attached at her forehead, only then does she start to relax when she is hit with a mirage of pastel colors, soft and comforting and the faintest smell of summer emerges. “Look at that,” Alicia points to the monitors, “her heart rate has slowed. She’s breathing even now.” OoOoo “He’s so dreamy!” Giggles burst throughout the living room as the three girls stuff their faces with popcorn and sugary drinks snuggled up on the couch. It’s Olivia, the blonde girl from detention and herself dressed in pajamas swooning over the sparkly man on the television. They were friends now apparently. Dani spots a sparkly card on the table that says Happy 16th birthday! That means a year has passed since the previous memory and when they all met. “Team Edward or Team Jacob?” Olivia asks and Dani turns back to the trio. “Jacob, of course.” The blonde girl sighs. “Take a look at his muscles. I wish someone would hold me like that.” ”Seriously?” Olivia laughed. “Carly, take a look at him. Jacob’s so whiny.” “Well, Edward’s a priss!” The blonde - Carly argued back. Dani remained in the middle, silent, mulling over the question. “What do you think, Dani?” All eyes turned to her. She shrugged. “Both of them are walking red flags. I don’t get what you see in either of them.” Watching from the sideline, Dani found herself agreeing with her younger self. Besides, they weren’t even supposed to be watching this stuff. These movies were contraband from the portal world. Anything that showed Littles in a position of power, more than Amazons, was banned. “It’s not supposed to be realistic.” Carly rolled her eyes. “It’s about vampires and werewolves for crying out loud! Have some fun.” Her younger self sighed before a smile twitched on her lips and she settled into the cushions. “Fine.” She relented. “If I have to go with one, Team Edward - “ “Yes!” Olivia cheered, pumping her fist in the air. “But - “ Dani laughed. “He’s so sparkly like a disco ball!” “I’m all alone.” Carly pouted but she wasn’t actually sad and the three curled up together, enjoying this land of make believe, grateful for a chance to escape from the chaos of the real world. Dani found herself wanting to reach out to them, to share with them the horrors of the future and warn them to run far far away but every time she opened her mouth, nothing but a breath would escape. She wanted to tell them to cherish these moments, cherish each other before it was all stripped away. But the night went on uneventfully and she allowed herself to relax into the memories of what her teenage years had been. Dani figured out that she could only go where her younger self went. They were stuck together like glue, traveling through repressed memories that she wished, partly, had stayed hidden because it made her real life and confusing thoughts of hatred but love for Abby all too confusing. The weather has taken a colder turn now as red and orange leaves cover the ground outside and Dani watches as she changes into a skin tight sparkly dress, the color of her flaming hair and beats makeup on her face reminiscent of a clown. It’s dark out. Snores sound from down the hall and the clock flashes nearly eleven pm. She’s just pulled on a jean jacket when her phone flashes bright. Dani stands over her shoulder, reading the text from Olivia. We’re here. Outside behind the bush Dani: coming Coming? What was that supposed to mean? It becomes clear in a second when her younger self strapped on these flimsy heels and cracked open the bedroom window. They were jumping out the window. Sneaking away. It takes a moment to shake away her shock as she follows the reckless teenager outside and down the nearly two feet drop. Of course, she couldn’t get hurt in this dream-like state but it still caused her heart to race watching how reckless her teenage self was. They land together with a muted thud and race across the backyard to where Olivia and Carly were waiting in similar skimpy outfits. Dani could just feel Abby’s disapproval breathing down her neck and wanted to reprimand the foolish girls for being so careless and stupid. “Lucy and Bree are already at the party and apparently someone got alcohol.” Olivia whispered excitedly. “Alcohol?” Dani gasped. “I don’t know if this a good idea.” Carly hesitates, glancing around the dark and empty street. “If our parents find out or the LPS…” Olivia rolls her eyes. “C’mon guys, we’re sixteen, live a little! If we’re going to end up brain dead shitting our minds out of our ass, we might as well have some fun before then - “ “Liv!” Dani hissed. “Don’t talk like that!” “It’s true though,” she shrugged with a stony face. “You can’t go back to babyhood having never gotten drunk before.” And that is all it took to convince them as they marched forward and away, sneaking off into the night. That was the first time she’d ever been drunk, a forgotten memory she wished would have stayed just that - forgotten. Dani watches as she stumbles about the packed house full of red solo cups and equally drunk teenagers, making out on the couch, lingering in the halls and behind closed doors. She sips the murky liquid in the cup, spinning wildly to some pulsing song while jumping up and down with a falling over Carly and Olivia. As quickly as they were dancing, she recognized the dazed look in her eyes and hands on her stomach as she came to a slow and wobbled to the side. “Daniii?” Olivia slurred. “Wha-whats wrong?” Everything. That’s what was wrong. “I’m gonna puke.” “What?” There was no time to repeat it. As soon as the words had come out of her mouth, she was bent down in a flower pot retching up everything she had consumed in the last several hours. That wouldn’t be the last time that night. Or morning. This was one thing Dani did not miss from adulthood. The hangovers. . “This session is complete.” Concluded Alisha as the machines were powered down. The hour had passed quicker than they realized and the Little began to moan, coming out of the deep sleep. “Three sessions so far and the subject is progressing nicely. Moderate side effects have presented so far: mood swings, urinary and bowel changes but nothing to be significantly worried about.” Doctor Morley agreed. “I’d say by this point she will be remembering her past on her own now. This is usually around the time the other participants began.” “That’s good.” Alisha murmured. “It’s just what we were hoping for.” OoOoo Dani can’t sleep that night. She tosses and turns, thinking over her mind from earlier today and yesterday and the day before and day before that. There are too many days to think about and her brain feels full. In the darkness she watches the steady rise and fall of her sister’s chest, for once, asleep before her. Hanging on the wall is a clock in the shape of a kitty cat. The whiskers are the hands which tick to each new number and she had never really noticed it before now. The numbers don’t make much sense, there is no need to count much more past three because Mama always said there is no such thing as a smart Little. Littles like her use their brain for one thing only and that’s loving their mommy’s and daddy’s. If they are not loving their mommy’s and daddy’s then they are using their diapers and if they are not doing that then they are thinking about nothing at all because they are just babies, without a care or stress in the world. It sounded like a pretty good life, a perfect one at that, but there was an itch in her brain that had Dani questioning if such a perfect life existed - if this was all it was meant to be - playing and diaper changes and being fussed over for eternity, never having to lift a finger. There had to be more than that because the strange dreams she’d been having confused her more than anything. Olive called them memories but how could she remember something that had never even occurred? Or perhaps it had. No. Dani let out a whimper. She was just a baby - Mama’s cute, adorable and stinky bottomed baby. Their favorite thing to do was to cuddle all day and have nummies until her stomach was full and diaper even fuller. She was just being silly. Silly girl. Mama would giggle. Thoughts are for big girls and there were no big girls in this house. Only little girls and Mama. But as Dani tries to push the thoughts from her mind they only grow stronger until there’s a creak and the door pushes open. Softly, footsteps patter in. Mama. She stares up at her on her back, suckling on the rubber bulb anxiously. “Baby, why are you awake?” Abby whispers and it is a rhetorical question of course. The Amazon wraps her silk robe around herself and her hair is up in a messy bun. “It’s nearly eight pm. Little girls need their beauty sleep so they can have so much fun playing at daycare in the morning.” Daycare? That piqued her interest but it suddenly hit her. That’s where all the strange dreams occurred. Daycare was the cause of all her naughty thoughts. Another whimper sounds from her chest and she holds her arms up high, a universal sign to be picked up. “What’s wrong, darling?” The Amazon sighs tiredly as she’s lifted from the crib. Patting the front and back of her diaper, she muses, “you’re not too wet so it can't be a diaper change. Are you hungry, is that it?” Once again it is a no but Amazons aren’t used to being wrong and her mouth is stuffed full with a breast before she can even blink. Automatically, she begins to suckle and it is instinctive at this point every time something merely brushes against her lips. “Maybe my baby is just extra cuddly tonight.” She smiles, cradling the nursing Little in her arms as she rocks her back and forth. “We’ll sleep in Mama’s bed tonight, how about that? A little treat for my special girl.” The Little lets out a squeal of delight, eyes heavy as she tries to stay awake because nights like these were rare and Mommy’s bed was so big and comfy and her arms were so warm. But there was still a feeling, something not quite right that Dani couldn’t place her finger on but the Amazon’s gentle rocks didn’t allow her to stay awake for long and her eyes fluttered shut and suddenly she is sixteen again. The girl on the couch has her head in her hands as her parents stand over her. Mascara runs down her cheeks, hair messed and still in the dress from the night before. The sun is barely up, still an orangey hue in the sky but here they convened together in the living room only in pajamas and tired squinted eyes. “How could you be so utterly reckless!” The man bellowed. A vein strained in his neck as his face turned a dark mixture of red and purple. She watched the young girl hang her head low, eyes intensely focused on the carpeted ground and gulped, slowly lifting her arm to message her temple. Obviously, she didn’t think she would be caught sneaking back in. “Sneaking out and drinking! You’re sixteen years old, goddamnit!” “Daniella, what were you thinking?” The woman repeated the man’s sentiments with her hands on her hips. “Do you know what would happen if the LPS showed up? Or you were injured and we had no idea what happened to you or if a random Amazon found you - “ “Did you even think to use your brain!” Their voices continue to raise over the course of the next however many minutes and her younger self sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb. She stays silent, letting her parents speak their piece and does not even try to defend her actions as most other teenagers would attempt to do by now. Dani watches as the angry voices turn to disappointment and their shoulders sag in relief and exhaustion. The older woman collapses beside her daughter on the couch, taking her hand tightly and begins to weep. “I’m sorry, Mom.” The girl swallowed. “I was stupid. I know I was.” The dad hums in agreement but is silenced as the woman shoots him an irritated look. “You’re young,” the mother said. “You want to have fun and explore and push buttons, we’ve been in your position before. However you have to understand that we - Littles like us - are not afforded the opportunity. One step out of line and that’s all the Amazons need to take you away and us and we’d never see each other again. Do you want that, Dani? To be some Amazon’s plaything? Treated like a baby? Less than, stupid?! You don’t understand the dangers we face, you don’t understand anything about this world!” She can’t listen anymore but it appears the universe has its own plans as that is the last thing Dani hears and suddenly the Little is gone… back at Daycare. Dani sucks in a deep breath and her heart races against her chest. What had happened in the time in between? Where had she gone? “She doesn’t understand anything. What’s the point of trying to include her?” The girl, Zara, just wouldn’t give up. It was the same thing as before but Dani’s crankiness had only seemed to double over the past twenty-four hours. “Shut it Lizzy!” Zara grumbled. “I think she understands more than we know.” While coming to her defense, her attempts were in vain and after a while when no progress was made she was forced to give up and Dani could finally let out a sigh of relief. Her head had felt all full and fuzzy since the night before and these ’memories’ she’d come to realize were real because her emotions wouldn’t be in such turmoil if they were fake. These stories in her mind and people from a time before were not imaginary and had once been her life. They’d come all night. Sporadic images and people talking and a different her that she didn’t recognize but had become more intrigued with each one. But a tiny little voice at the back of her mind told her she had to keep it a secret. That meant not telling anybody. Nobody but herself and Olive will know about the pictures in her head. Mama would be sad if she wasn't her little baby and Dani didn’t want her to be that. She knew what it was like to be sad like when she got a boo-boo and it hurt a lot but Mama would kiss it better. That’s why she had to protect Mama like she protected her. “Are you ready to go on a little trip?” Miss Berry reaches for her hand and Dani looks up then from the dollhouse she was kneeled in front of. “Come on, darling. It’s the same we do everyday. Nothing different.” Dani knows where they are going and for the first time she is apprehensive. “No.” She says, rather firmly. “No?” The Amazon repeats, rather shocked. “N-no,” Dani tries harder than she ever has before to get her point across. “N-no m-mowe. No. More.” No more. Alisha blinks once and then twice and then a third time before a smile breaks across her face. “Do you know how happy you’ve just made me? I’m very proud of you, Dani.” OoOoo Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Here is another chapter, I hope you have enjoyed! As always I love hearing your thoughts, they motivate me to keep writing so please review! I hope to update again soon so stay tuned and happy reading!

Thank you for your review! Abby is nothing if not resourceful (evilly so) and will use every opportunity to her advantage. As for Olive’s first day at work, you will find that out eventually, just wait!

Disclaimer: I’m posting a little outtake and sneak peak of what my next story is going to be after ‘A Little’s Life’! The story won’t be in the ‘You’ pov but this was just a fun little idea I had where you can place yourself in the main character’s shoes! I may end up putting this in the actual story later on but I’m still deciding on that. However, enjoy in the meantime and tell me what you think! OoOoo Your incontinent now. The sensation is there when you need to go but the desire to hold it in is no longer present. You release your bodily fluids into a thick oversized article of clothing around your lower half for the pleasure of another and absolutely love it because that’s what she loves. Your Mommy. She loves when you wet yourself and even more when you mess. There’s a thrill of excitement and the maternal pleasure mixed with a scheming sparkle behind her cloudy blue eyes that makes every cold and soggy moment worth it. “Tickle me surprised, that can’t be… y /n?” a voice called out in the distance directed at you but can’t look away from the screen because Mommy said good girls and boys watch Soggy Froggy and Soggy Froggy won’t let you go until your diapers are as soggy as each other’s which is never a problem. “Oh, y/n doesn’t answer to that silly name anymore.” Mommy laughed with a wave of her hand. “It’s good to see you out and about!” “I see you have finally broken the unbroken.” “It’s just the power of the Revamp.” The person sounds impressed and you can’t help but feel pride. It had taken a lot of work to undo all of the damage caused by your own selfish wants and desires. You had been a spoiled brat, demanding more and more unrealistic expectations like the rights to make your own decisions and have a mind of your own. Hah! As if! You were just above five feet tall and that hardly constituted an adult plus the fact you were nearly thirty eight years old with a full time job? Someone had been pulling the piss out of you, fueling your delusions for so many years. It was a relief when Mommy finally stepped in and if not for the the Revamp, you never would have seen the beauty and joy of being re-diapered, having all control taken away and being reminded of what a dumb, immature baby you are with a pea sized brain made for nothing but an Amazon’s pleasure. And you couldn’t forget Soggy Froggy. A high pitched giggle escapes past your lips as Soggy Froggy ribbets out the song: Soggy Froggy likes to hop. Soggy Froggy likes to jump. Soggy Froggy likes to laugh and Soggy Froggy likes to dance! Do you know what else Soggy Froggy likes to do? Soggy Froggy likes to poop, just like you! Can you make a boom boom like Soggy Froggy? How soggy are you? Oh you were very soggy and that wasn’t the only thing. Your diaper was already bursting at the seams, ready to spill over but that didn’t matter. Mommy loved a good blow out and the messier the better, especially in public. It was the blush of your skin and startled look in your glazed over eyes that got her going every time. It is at those moments you recall the fleeting memory of the dignity you used to possess, how far you had fallen, which just added to the debasement that she made sure you wouldn’t forget. But it was something that you deserved and the Revamp was a reminder of that in the form of a grumbling tummy and expanding diaper every day. “Oh, y/n doesn’t respond to that name. Hasn’t in months now!” Yes, that’s right. No more y/n. Only y/n. “Hehehe!” You giggle and giggle and at Soggy Froggys request, allow your grumbly tummy to do what it is yearning for. There’s an audible crinkle as your diaper swells with warm piss, ballooning out nearly to your knees and it’s good you were in a stroller because you wouldn’t be able to walk otherwise (not that you needed to much these days). A pungent odor of stale urine stuck to the inside of your thighs and a freshly made warm bowel movement creeped up your backside in an uncomfortable, disgusting feeling. As the screen goes black suddenly, the episode is done and the iPad has disappeared from your hands tucked away in the underbelly of the contraption. “What a darling girl you have,” the woman cooed with her pearly white teeth bared in a way that reminded you more of the monsters hiding beneath your crib than a friendly smile. “It seems someone has finally learned the pleasure of diapers.” “Yes, well life is better when all you have to do is eat and play and sleep all day.” “And not even wipe your own ass.” “Precisely!” The two laugh, reminiscent of the whines of hyenas closing in on their prey. “Y/n was such a bitch back then. You don’t know how badly I wanted to stick an enema up their ass and watch them squirm and beg.” Hissed the mysterious Amazon. The eleven foot tall woman glowered down at you with sudden hateful eyes and you do not know what you have done wrong but it must have been bad because you was very naughty back then, very immature talking back to these Amazons who obviously were way more smarter and mature. Shooting a worried look to Mommy, she is not paying attention and you shift uncomfortably in the soiled smelly diaper as the harness harshly pressed against the sodden padding. You desperately want a change but know it is incredibly selfish to wish that because Mommy worked so hard, just like every Amazon, and it wasn’t fair to demand so much from a person. You want to scream against the inequality but a firm pat to your succulent crotch emits a loud squelch and the awful thoughts leave your mind. It reminds you of why you are in diapers in the first place and why you should be grateful for Mommy’s sadistic love and care. Just a dimwitted Little, your wants and needs don’t even come second or third or fourth to the much superior beings. That’s why you had a binky to reflect, keep quiet and remember why you are in this position in the first place. To remind you that you deserved every overflowing diaper, uncomfortable restraint and punishing hand because you failed at being grown up and had to be set back in your place. If a collar was a slave’s symbol of ownership and submission then a diaper was yours and Mommy held the chain. “Y/n has at least two bowel movements a day, sometimes even three and wets every hour or so! We can’t have them forgetting their place, can we?” The question is phrased toward you and shaking your head in response, you are unable to speak due to the ballooned pacifier between your lips and Mommy smiles down at you. Good baby. You read the praise in her eyes. Obedient. Silent. Wet and messy. That’s all you need to be to fulfill your purpose in life no matter how degrading and it wasn’t for my own comfort but for the Amazons' will. That’s what the Revamp taught every infected Little, the disease seeping into the nooks and crannies of your brain and stripping away any semblance of humanity you had left. Left in place were simpering, helpless beings finally having seen the light. The Revamp didn’t change who you are. Instead it forced you to admit who you’ve really have really been all along and embrace your natural self that society forced you to suppress. It was six months ago in a leak across the nation the Revamp occurred. In a technologically dominated society that could not function without the ample and quick use of the shiny and inventive gadgets, the dimension was in a panic. The solution to the dire problem was a revamp which meant the reworking of the entire systems and as they were powered back on twenty four hours later, Littles began to drop like flies. Infected from a mass hypnotization across the city by the Revamp, it brought out every Little’s inner submissiveness and utmost childish side. Finally you were able to see reason and to give yourselves over to what the Amazons’ had been campaigning for years: Dominance. The Littles are on the bottom diapered and swaddled in an Amazon’s care, being the weakest members of society and Amazons are on top because it was only the way it could be. The larger you were the more space you would inevitably take up but the Amazons had been pushed away and shoved in a corner for however many years all in the name of faux equality. But the Revamp had quickly fixed that, restoring the natural order to society where everyone has a definitive place and everyone is happy. You didn’t know until the Revamp that’s what you needed. A true Little doesn’t understand the feeling of freedom until on your backside with a nozzle up your bottom with your stomach being pumped full of warm soapy water by an Amazonian goddess. Relishing in the pain and discomfort, you accept the lack of responsibility, the lack of choice, and finally have a chance to let go of all the worries pent up inside which made you fully appreciate and value what a minuscule person you had become, even less than that. You have allowed the true rulers and natural leaders of this world to shine and rightly so and that was your doing - giving joy to another even if it meant giving up your own. It was the ultimate sacrifice. It is your final attempt at a selfless act to correct the selfishness you’d thrived in for however many years but your actions can never be forgotten. You can only move forward and do your part to contribute to the natural order of society by being less than you actually are, making yourself smaller in order to make the Amazon species bigger. You will accept your diapered life and permanent stench of baby powder and constant stink of your own mess while crawling on your hands and knees or awkwardly waddling always a step behind the much more intelligent beings. By sacrificing your own small and unimportant space, it allows for another taller and better person to take over. And that was the greatest pleasure of all time - well maybe second - that is after the worshiping and suckling of the Amazon’s milk filled tits and large domineering hands holding you down as you writhed in discomfort and humiliation. There was no greater shame than standing naked in front of an Amazon your age or younger as they bend you over and drag you around like a rag doll, thwacking your jiggling bottom and locking up your hairless neither regions that remind you that every semblance of adulthood, privacy, and dignity was just a foolish tale. That is when you're reminded of the evil, corrupted person you used to be when a tingle of excitement dances in a place that it should not be and only Mommy can decide when and if you will be satisfied because she is an adult. She is an Amazon. She is your everything, she is your world and the center of your universe. Without her, you would have been stuck in a monotonous nine to five job wasting your life away in this faux victim mentality while actively oppressing the true oppressed that are Amazons - your Mommy - the people who only want to care for you even after all the trauma your kind has caused, such selfish dwarfs you are. It’s so distressing you begin to cry until the warm familiar comfort of the soft and fluffy diaper is slipped between your legs and you're floating on a cloud in your mind and below. If it was not for her kind heart and generosity you would have been left waddling blind in the dark, leading a life only half - lived with dry undies and warm pillows but the Revamp made you see reason and Mommy saving you was just the cherry on top. “Aren’t you going to change them? They could get a diaper rash.” The stranger pointes down at you not out of concern but thinly veiled glee. You have forgotten your filthy state, sans clothing besides the completely brown and yellow stained padding that once was white and your bodily fluids have now crusted to your baby soft skin. “Oh, don’t worry about Y/N.” Mommy ruffles your hair. “Diaper rashes are a good reminder to help these troublesome Littles to remember their place. As you know if you give them an inch they will take a mile.” As Mommy spoke you could only giggle and squeal from behind your pacifier, suckling harshly to distract yourself from the stinging tears because somewhere deep in the recesses of your mind, a tiny voice screamed: This isn’t you! This isn’t right! You’re an adult! You have rights! They’ve brainwashed you! You want to listen to the voice but the Revamp is strict and its teachings are so firm in place that it keeps you captive in chokehold. Your eyes glaze over as another mushy warmth slides outside from inside you into your abused diaper and you know it’s the Revamp’s helping hand, a gentle nudge to remind you how far you have fallen.

Mouthwatering. Drool dripping. One glance around. Two glances. She’s in the clear. Reaching out her hand, leaning forward, forward, forward. Almost there, almost - “Hey!” The Little jumps, startled, and is yanked back in place by the collar of her romper. The movement is quick and caught off guard, the world dizzies around her and she stumbles backwards, falling down to the ground with a muted thud on her bottom, protected from the pain by her overly padded lower half. Goddamn it! She whines, quickly scooped up. Trapped in the strong iron hold of the ten foot tall woman, it is useless to fight. She was so close. It’s right there. Right in front of her. It just wasn’t fair! A sob escapes her chest, crying out in frustration but no one is concerned. The Amazon switches her to the other hip, settling her in place from high up off the ground. “No more wandering for the baby!” A man smirks and a round of condescending laughter rings out. Her cheeks burn red in a mix of humiliation and anger yet still she buries her face into the woman’s large firm bosoms, as soft as a cushion. The Little knows it is sick to seek comfort from her captor but it’s all she could to escape the mockery. “Do you see that, Buttercup?” The woman holding her, forces her head up, pointing at the end of the table where a plate of food sat - the very plate of food that she still salivated over. The plate of food that she had been so close to snatching. “Cheeseburgers are a grown up meal. You, on the other hand, are just Mommy’s tiny baby. What do babies like you eat?” The Little wished this were a rhetorical question because than she wouldn’t have to answer but the Amazon - her captor and Mommy was expecting one. And there was only one right response. “Babas.” She shamefully whispered, looking down and allowing her head of bleach blonde curls to fall in her eyes, hiding from the attention of the other giant people around. “That’s right.” The Amazon brushes the hair out of her face, tilting her chin up so she looks into her electric green eyes, mesmerizing, so bright. The Little gulps, instead shifting her attention to the shiny necklace around the woman’s long slender neck. “It’s okay if you forget sometimes,” the woman giggles. “Mommy understands that it is confusing to be Little. Weird people like to fill your head with silly thoughts. It’s a good thing Mommy is here to always remind my Buttercup of how little she really is.” A kiss to the nose, a pat to the bottom and the popping out of a pale, voluminous breast is all it takes to remind her of the situation she has found herself in. The onlookers coo, unperturbed by the scene of partial nudity because it was normal to breastfeed your child in public, in fact it was encouraged. Never mind the fact the child in question was a thirty-five year old woman who just one week ago was a normal (well, as normal as a five foot person could be in this dimension) tourist that had arrived for her dream vacation in a foreign dimension to escape her shitty divorce and shittier ex - husband. Now here she was. Diapered and wearing a strawberry printed legless romper with way too many ruffles that was obviously meant to accentuate her rounded bottom, it didn’t even bother to hide how the padding puffed out at the sides. Her hair was styled into a disastrous perm that didn’t look cute on anyone past the age of one. However, thing that get her the most pressed was that she couldn’t remember the last time called her by her actual name, Hannah, instead of the ridiculous moniker the Giant people had taken to referring to her as: Buttercup. “C’mon baby. The doctor said you are too toned. We have to fatten you up.” Without a moment to process, she gasps in surprise when her oxygen is suddenly taken away, stuffed with a mouthful of tit. The only way to properly breathe was to inhale and to inhale meant sucking which she did so reluctantly. It took a moment, careful to mind her teeth (remembering the harsh spanking from just the other day) and after several hard suckles, a thick creamy liquid came streaming out filling her mouth and lighting up her taste buds. The beginning is slow and she shuts her eyes as if it would make her disappear from this place, doing whatever she could do to get through the moment. However it didn’t take long for her limbs to lose their rigid stance and her body began to melt like ice cream into the Amazons soft touch and the Little wondered what she’d been so against before. Gulp after gulp, swallowing, moaning, yearning for more she doesn't even register as the younger Amazon switches her to the second breast. “What poor creatures these Portal Littles are. Forced to live in that corrupted dimension,” a voice comments with a shiver as the others agree. Another pipes up. “You know how I have always advocated for storming the Portal world. Those children need to be shown what real leadership is, especially when they have gotten in their heads that they don’t even need diapers -” “Imagine all of the accidents.” The chatter floats over head, too lost in a milk filled daze to even try to process what they are saying. “At least our Littles know what happens when you misbehave. Isn’t that right, Tulip?” The question is asked toward the other Little sitting at the picnic bench on her father’s lap. “Yes, Daddy.” She responds in a dainty voice that is very mindful, very demure. Tulip is sure of her place in this world of baby powder, diapers and no cheeseburgers. She doesn’t even sniff at the food covered table or glance at the rising smoke from the grill. There’s a squeal of delight in the distance, kids kicking a ball back and forth, a woman lounges in the grass reading her book and a couple strolls on by pushing a pram. It was just a normal family gathering in the park on this warm Autumn evening. Nothing amiss besides from the newly adopted family member who seemed to have trouble processing that she wasn't as big as she thought she was. OoOoo They sit further away from the group, dolls in hand and play silently, Buttercup not quite having mastered the courage to speak the first word. Something about the girl in front of her made her squirm. Her eyes were a vivid shade of hazel that had seemed to follow her throughout the afternoon and examining her closely now, she could see the olive tone within her skin and hair was blacker than the darkest night. Going off her best guess, the portal Little estimated Tulip’s age to be between twenty-three to twenty-five years old. It was difficult to tell with the padding around her bottom, not as thick as hers but still considerably uncomfortable to move in, and puffy dress that she kept having to push down out of her face. Also with the amount of fat pooled around her face, there was still a harshness, a structure to her jaw and frown line at the corners of her mouth that revealed her true age. “Are you only going to gawk? That’s not a very nice way to greet your cousin.” Cousin? Oh yeah. Cousins. They were adopted. The Little is surprised when she looks up at her for the first time with a scrutinizing glare. “My name is Ha - “ “No.” She cuts her off. “What?” “Your name is Buttercup just like my name is Tulip and we are so obviously cousins. Your Mommy’s name is Mommy and you are just a baby that pisses and shits yourself because babies are stupid and immature and don’t know any better.” The girl deadpans as if this should have been common knowledge and regards her with a sniff, turning down her nose at her. Hannah doesn’t know what she has done to get on this girl’s bad side. This was their first time meeting, even interacting with each other. How could she have pissed her off so quickly? She opens her mouth to speak again but doesn’t get the chance. The girl in front of her reaches out, grabbing the pacifier clipped to the front of her outfit that she had actively avoided using and sticks it between her lips much to her shock. Hannah goes to remove the massive rubber bulb which made her cheeks puff out like chipmunks when Tulip icily advises, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Her hand freezes, half way there and slowly puts it down in her lap, heading to her warning. They look behind them, relieved to see the Amazons still in conversation having yet to take notice of their little set to. “You portal Littles are always so entitled and full of yourselves. Whining and complaining, ‘I don’t want to wear diapers! I’m not a baby!’ Blah blah blah,” she sneers, vehemently spitting out the words as if she had tasted something sour. “Your presence is going to ruin everything I’ve worked towards for the last five years.” Hannah doesn’t even take offense at the poor imitation of her voice because her focus is on the five years part. Five years. Her stomach lets out a revolting jolt as she tries to process this startling new piece of information. The Little had hoped this stint was a temporary thing, that the Amazons would be amused for maybe a few weeks or so before setting her free and she could get back to her regular life. But by her tone and Tulip’s hardened face, that was anything but the truth. “Us native Littles know what is expected of us. We’ve prepared for this diapered life from the day we were born because it has never been a question of ‘if’ only ‘when’.” Hannah lets out a muffled plea, begging for forgiveness over something she couldn’t even control. She finds it incredibly sad how these average sized persons spend their whole lives just waiting, just fearing over the prospect that they would lose everything they’d worked towards and themselves in a blink of an eye. How was that a way to live? “I have worked my way up to toddler status,” she states proudly with a haughty look on her face. “It’s taken nearly five years but everyone loves me. Everyone trusts me. However, now you are here.” The Little is terribly confused and pity’s the girl who seems so convinced that pullups is the most she can wish for. Hannah had dealt with plenty of mean girls in her life from high school cheerleaders to petty coworkers whose pastime was spreading humiliating gossip about each other people who were supposed to be their friends. Having developed thick skin from too many times being let down, Hannah was shocked to discover the twinge in her heart that the one other person who should have stood with her in solidarity, cast her aside. “Your horrid behavior is going to be the undoing of all my hard work because as Daddy always says, ‘when there is one naughty Little that means there are two.’ Everything you do will reflect on me and I may not be free but at least I’m not sitting in a shit filled diaper which,” she pauses, glancing down, “neither are you.” Uh - oh. Hannah gulps and it has become painfully clear that this girl - her cousin - was not going to be her friend. The padding between her thighs was cold and damp, having unknowingly pissed herself during the previous feeding which left her bloated and uncomfortably full. This perplexed Hannah because for having only consumed the woman’s breast milk for the last week, she should have lost weight but she had instead seemingly put on a whopping ten pounds which shouldn’t have been possible but it was the truth. Tulip glares at her, expectantly. She demands. “You need to shit yourself.” If her mouth wasn't stuffed full already, it would have dropped open. Instead her eyes widened comically, wondering if she had just heard what she thought she did. “You heard me.” Tulip repeats slowly as if she were a dim witted child and huffs out an explanation that she didn't seem to want to give. “Amazon’s love a messy diaper, nothing furthers their superiority complex more than that. You give them control and the suspicion falls away. Any crazy ideas your mommy comes up with won't spread to my daddy. Do you understand how important this is? I spent six months in Etiquette School unlearning my ABCs and I just got them back and would really like it to stay that way!” There's an hysterical edge to her tone, a hint of madness in her eyes that leads the Little to believe that she wasn't as put together as she portrayed. Slowly (tempted to raise her hands in surrender to show she meant no malice) did Hannah nod her head. It was as if a light switch turned on because in an instant, her lips curved up into a smile, eyes bright with a friendliness that she knew not to trust. “I knew you would understand!” She chirps. “Glad there is no misunderstanding.” Even if Hannah could respond, what would she say to this? The Little continues to watch her, waiting again with a not so right expression and Hannah realizes with dread that she is waiting for her to do it. Right here and now. She’d never willingly forced herself to go. Her bowels always just seemed to work on their own violation and was too late to stop the mass once it started. But, now as Hannah attempted, bearing down on her stomach, all it took was one push. A horrible shock went through her body, terrified that her system could be weakened so quickly in a short amount of time and moved into a crouching position. Panting, quick little puffs through pursed lips, she felt her sphincter open up, allowing a generously large amount of shit the texture of paste to come pouring out. It could have been a minute or two (time ceased to exist) that she remained in that position unable to control the ebb and flow and gave into her body’s natural urges and the padding swelled beneath her, hanging low. It was warm and smelly as the Little fell back on her bottom in a heap of exhaustion. She could feel right away the spread of her waste, soiling every inch of clean skin, getting up in the nooks and crannies of her lower half. She sat with her legs spread, unable to touch her thighs due to the hanging brown lump and wondered how much lower it could get from here. And it does. Tulip exclaims, screaming as loud as she can, “Daddy! Buttercup went poopy! It’s really stinky!” The whole park probably heard - no - they definitely heard and Hannah can’t take it any longer. She burst into tears. “Don’t worry, Buttercup.” Tulip smirked. “Just wait another five years. Maybe then you will have earned your way to pull ups. But then again, maybe not. You don’t want to get on my backside.”

Chapter 17: That evening it was unusually quiet as the exhaustion seemed to have creeped upon them and the Littles had settled into a relaxed routine trapped in the annoyingly tall playpen in front of the television. Veronica was over, helping to set up the several items delivered and Olive could not help but nervously look over at Dani, enchanted with the bright swirl of colors on the screen that made absolutely no sense but at the same time made absolutely perfect sense. Olive looked away quickly, a seeping pain clouding over her vision, shaking the feeling away. “Dani,” she shook her friend on the shoulder once. And then twice. “Dani?” A third time. The screen goes blank. “Dani?” The Little turns then, gazing at her friend through glazed eyes but it is different this time. There’s something there, less of a haze moreso… confusion. She squeezes them open and close. Open. Close. “Ow,” Dani whines, rubbing at her eyes. “Dani?” Olive’s head tilts to the side, lips turned down into a pout. Banging is heard from the other room. A hammer. Olive jumps suddenly turning around and peering through the mesh playpen. They’re assembling a second crib. Not paying attention to them. Good. That’s really good. “What’s wrong, Dani?” The Little doesn’t respond, only whimpering and rubbing at her forehead. “Does your head hurt?” No response. Of course. “Listen,” she starts, glancing back every few seconds to make sure the coast is really clear. “I think I’ve found a way to get us out of here. Well… you at least.” The Little has paused, lips turned down, suckling on the rubber pacifire. She had her attention but how much of it… Olive didn’t know. She explained in a hushed voice. “I did something today, really big, and it may be just a trick but I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I did nothing to save you -“ Creeeak. She freezes, snapping her lips shut at the sound of the echoing floorboards beneath one's feet. They wait. Silent. One, two, three… she counts to sixty. “I think this piece goes here - yeah, like that.” The Little breathes. They’re alone still… for now. The clock on the wall flashes six pm. They were already in their pajamas wearing matching white and black polka dotted, legless onesies with the snap nearly bursting off at their puffed out crotch. Dinner had been eaten, a bland mix of puréed prunes, mushy broccoli and saltless pasta. Bedtime was six thirty for the Little ones. That meant they didn’t have much time. The Amazons would surely be listening over the newly installed monitors to ensure each Little actually went to sleep. “Do you remember when we were sixteen when we gave each other those promise rings? We made a deal that if you were ever in trouble that I would save you and if I was ever in trouble you would do the same for me.” Olive reminisced over their teenage years full of fond memories, shared traumas and a best friend's love for one another that trumped all else. It is why she did what she did without a hesitation in her body. It is why she would do it a thousand times over even if it meant losing who she was because that’s what friends did for each other. That’s what it meant to be a sister. “I signed a contract with Abby today. I can’t get into the logistics now but long story short, if I fulfill my end of the deal, she will free you in a year's time from now. A year, Dani.” She stressed. “The old you would call me absolutely bonkers and perhaps I am but I can’t find any other way out of this. If Abby is serious, which I think she is, you can go back to our old life. You can be free. No more diapers. No more humiliation. Freedom.” She pauses, waiting, hoping that her friend has understood some part of this. But the moment is broken as a gurgle of spit bubbles from her lips. Dani exclaims, “diapee!” So that is all she took away… Olive wasn’t surprised and it just solidified the way she had condemned herself to the fiery pits of babyhood. “Uh-oh.” “Yeah, Dani. Uh-oh’s right.” “Uh-oh.” What? Olive glances up, processing what is happening just in time. The Little’s crumpled face is a fiery red as she bares down, hands on her abdomen and an explosion erupts. Shit is everywhere. Olive hadn’t thought that it could get any messier. But it had. And it just kept on coming. “Oh my god!” she cries out, rushing to the other corner of the pen. Brown everywhere. Leaking down her legs, up her back side, on the carpet. The Little grunted not even needing to push. Olive dry heaved, trying to remove the stench from her nostrils but it was pointless. Quick and hurried footsteps make their way to the living room, both Amazons muttering choice words and Dani’s lifted into the air, dangling at an arm's length as literal shit spills out from her overfilled diaper. “How did this even happen! She was fine like not even that long ago!” “Welcome to parenthood.” Veronica chuckles. “H - how do you even clean this?” Abby exclaims, breathing through her mouth. “Stick her in the bathtub. This is only the first movement.” “You’re saying there’s more to come?” The Amazon visibly shudders and Dani lets out a satisfied groan, some of the color coming back to her face during this temporary reprieve. “There’s always more to come. We’re going to need much thicker diapers.” And her apparent Aunt was right. “You take Dani while I get Olive ready for bed. That is going to take a while.” There weren’t many things the Little agreed with Amazons on but this happened to be one of them. She watched as the brown stain seeped further up along her backside and they disappeared around the corner leaving the two of them alone. It’s silent for a moment. The Amazon stares down at her with pursed lips, hands on her hips. Olive fidgets, staring up at her above the bars and the Amazon sighs, shaking her head. “You can’t fool me. I’m not stupid. My sister might believe this little act you are putting on but I can see right through you.” Gulp. Out of the two sisters, Olive was definitely more afraid of Veronica. The Amazon was the type for the Little Hunting bill. She was the type to turn her brains to mush, worse than Dani. “I know about all of your little previous escapades, so believe me when I know you wouldn’t keel over this easily. Dani, on the other hand, knew what her place was, even before etiquette school but you’re stubborn. That would be an admirable trait if only you were another four feet taller.” Oh, she just loved to have that rubbed in her face. It was bad enough being blackmailed into submission but that was another story, one Veronica seemingly wasn’t aware of and couldn’t be. She just had to play her part. That was the deal after all. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she responded demurely with big wide innocent eyes. It did cause the Amazon to stop in place for a moment and regard her with cool eyes. “It’s time to go to bed.” Veronica suddenly snapped. “I don’t have time to deal with crabby babies.” Or you don’t like being proven wrong… The lifted the Little with one arm in a swift motion and she kicked her legs in protest. The triumphant feeling that she had won their little set-to was washed away as Olive was roughly thrown down on the changing table in the nursery. The Little couldn’t help but whine, “it hurts,” as the restraints were overly tightened around her limbs, cutting into her skin. “It’s a long way down. I can’t have my precious niece getting hurt!” It was surgery voice over a surgery coating of a thinly veiled threats that had her ceasing her struggles. Olive found herself worried seeing the obvious madness behind the Amazon’s eyes that Abby and Dani were immune to. “Your Mommy likes to take her time, helping you adjust to your new life but I like it quick and easy.” Olive couldn’t see what Veronica was bending over but as she rose to full height, the fiery red object in her hands had her crying out in fear. “Please - “ “Hush baby.” “Mhmmmm!” Is all Olive could get out as an inflated pacifier was jammed into her mouth. “Your mommy doesn’t have time for naughty children and neither do I. It’s silly she thought you were ready to move into regular diapers while you’ve hardly even wet your current one. How many hours has it been? Nearly two? That’s way too long to be dry.” Her struggles were pointless as the padding was stripped away and thoroughly powdered, the monstrous diaper that she’d gotten herself out of was retapped around her lower half and the burn began. “You’re overacting, darling.” Veronica rolled her eyes, undoing the straps and lifting the wiggly Little into the air. She kicked her legs, forcefully, in an attempt to alleviate the pain from her tender skin and offer her mind a distraction. “Let Auntie help you speed up the process.” She said as a voluminous full breast popped out from her shirt. “I do this because I love you and Littles need milk to stay healthy.” As the first object was removed from her lips, it was replaced by a second and the sharp pinch to her nose had her unwillingly inhaling a sudden thick creamy substance. Milk. She wanted to gag. She wanted to spit it out and rebel but to her surprise, it tasted… good… sweet. “That’s it. Good girl.” The Amazon cooed. “It’s proven that bottle feeding is highly ineffective - more cranky Littles and no stinky presents for Mommy.” She fell into a rhythm, suckling, swallowing, gulping, more and more until she forgot what there even was to fight against. It’s nearly an hour later when Olive comes too again. It’s dark in the room and she’s on her back. Staring up the colorful mobile that turns round and round and round. She goes to sit up but - no. Laying down is more comfortable. Her head is woozy, body heavy. Squish. There’s a warmth between her leg and a mushiness that creeps up her back. Sticky. Smelly. Her nostrils flare wide. Searching, searching… uh - oh. Grunting. Panting. Suckle. That’s better. Her paci calms her down. Something big, something messy slides out of her. The padding swells out to her knees but she stays on her back, legs spread at a ninety degree angle. That’s better. Her stomach calms. She feels better. Her eyes flutter shut, immune to the voices in the other room. Dani has been wailing for the last forty minutes. “I know, baby. You feel very icky, don’t you? Mama is very sorry.” There’s a screech in response and the sound of another grumbling tummy. “Not again…” Abby groaned in exhaustion, bent over the tub as there is another brown explosion. “What are we to do with you?” Dani had never been one to get sick easily and so this now worried the Amazon. It wasn’t normal. “Uck!” Dani spat. “Owie!” “Mama knows your tummy hurts. Mama is doing everything she can.” But not enough. Abby couldn’t help but feel guilty beginning to fret over all the past decisions the last month. If only she hadn’t sent her to that etiquette school and reacted so quickly, maybe she wouldn’t be sick and unable to voice what was wrong with her. In Dani’s own words, she always stated that she would never allow any Amazon to trap her in an ‘oversized prison’ and the Amazon had done just that. Now, the Little whined, head thrown back as another piercing screech emitted from her lips. “Should we go to the doctor? What if something is more seriously wrong? What if Olive catches whatever this is-“ “No.” “Bu -“ “Abby, you’re overacting.” “I’m not doing enough!” Veronica rolled her eyes, set in her stance. “I think we’ve got through the worst of it. Get her changed and in bed - triple diaper her. Right now, all she needs is sleep. In the morning, if she is still not better than you can go to the doctor. This happens to all Littles and Amazon children.” OoOoo The morning came, not soon enough, and Veronica had been right. Dani was better, cheery even if not absolutely exhausted however Olive on the other hand was a different situation. “We had a deal!” The Little hissed the moment the Amazon stepped into the room. Abby froze momentarily, not having expected to receive this type of reception at seven o’clock in the morning. “What are you talking about?” Her voice is calm, composed, as she lifts a giggling Dani from the cot and an overfilling diaper. “Do you see what your sister did to me! I bet you were in on it! I bet this was your plan the entire time!” It takes Abby a moment to process what she is saying as her eyes shift down to where the Little gestured to the red ballooned out padding and a stench overpowered her nose, this time not only from Dani. “You promised no mind games, no drugging, no manipulation. I gave you my word that I’d play your sick game. You didn’t have to stoop to this low.” Olive is angry, angrier than she had ever been before because it was not easy to give over one's trust, especially to an Amazon, but of course, this was to be expected. Giants were the definition of untrustworthy. Olive expects her to defend her evil sister but instead, it is the opposite much to her shock. “I’m sorry.” She apologized. “What?” She repeats again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know my sister was going to do that. I’ll have a talk with her.” Whatever the Little had been expecting it was not that. “I - I -” Olive didn’t know how to respond. She had imagined every scenario about how this was going to work out in her mind but the Amazon being seemingly remorseful? That was not something she had planned. “I need to be changed.” She sniffed, refusing to acknowledge her words. To hell with being the bigger person. “Of course.” Abby agreed politely. “Let me just do Dani first.” Olive watched through the bars, grumpy yet relieved that her friend was no longer shitting her brains out. She still looked a bit pale and clammy but was extremely talkative and wouldn’t stop moving around. It was her turn after and Olive kept a watchful eyes on where her hands lingered. She still didn’t put it past the Amazon to try something… “You can stop watching me like I’m about to attack.” Spread the cream. Powder. Unfold the padding. “Haven’t you already?” Abby shot her a look. Legs raised in the air. The sliding of padding beneath her bottom. The Amazon worked methodically without hesitation. “In order for our deal to work,” she said, taping the straps at her hips, “you need to lose this attitude.” Olive had nothing to say to that. ”Now, let's see.” Abby hummed please. “Pink or yellow?” She held both hideously ruffled dresses that did nothing to hide the shameful diaper and would have only looked good on an actual toddler… and even that was pushing it. “Pink.” The Little advised and seemed to have made the right decision as Abby let out a big smile. While she preferred the color yellow, there seemed to be a ruffle less on the pink outfit and that was a win in her book. “Now, let's get you dressed for the day. Everyone will be so excited to see how adorable you look at the office!” Of course she had to remind her. Unwanted memories from the first day invaded her mind, knowing it was what led them to their current predicament. “You remember what happens to naughty girls, don’t you? If you want to help Dani, that means helping me.” Dread tore apart her stomach and she had to gulp down the rising bile in her throat to stop herself from puking everywhere. Abby was right. This was all about Dani. She just had to push her personal feelings aside. She had to push away the guilt that tore her up for what she had already done and what she will continue to do. “Tell Mommy you understand.” the Amazon ordered, sitting her up. “I understand.” Thwack! “Ahhh!” Olive let out a yelp as her heavy hand striked the inside of her thigh. “Say it properly.” “I understand, Mommy!” She sniffled, trying to keep the tears at bay as her skin stung red. “Very good.” Abby smiled. “Now, shall we get going? We’ve got a long day ahead of us.” And that they did. It was the same thing as yesterday, pulling up to the small one - story building, the parking lot already full and the morning in full swing. Olive let out a yawn, giving a half - hearted suckle on her paci just wanting to go back to sleep. It was too early to be awake. “Come on sleepyhead,” said Abby as she unstrapped her from the large car seat that consumed the Little that Olive couldn’t deny was actually very comfortable. The Amazon wouldn’t let her walk, firmly secured at her hip and it was the same thing as the last day, people cooing and oohing and awning and stopping to pat her puffy hair and comment on her disgustingly pink dress. The office was made up of a dozen or so cubicles and a few private offices in the open floor plan. Abby dumps her bag at her desk in the back corner of the room and drags her along to the big boss. “Remember our manners, darling and you may just get a lollipop!” Olive didn’t want a lollipop. She wanted her freedom. The frown depended. Purposefully. Abby knocks and it’s not even a moment later the voice calls to enter. The Amazon pinched the inside of her thigh and she let out a surprise yelp . “Smile.” She hissed as they entered the large office. The Little didn’t want to but knew enough not to cause a fuss in a room full of Amazons because that was bound to end horribly. Her mouth turned up at the corners, lips trembling and her cheeks hurt, forced to do such an unnatural action. What Olive really wanted to do was to tell them all to fuck off. This was blackmail at its finest. “Ah, Abby, right on time,” said the heavyset woman behind the too large desk looking up from her computer as they shut the door behind them. Her presence went right over the Amazon's head as they got right to business. “The Smith’s have sent thanks for their new daughter. They’ve settled in nicely and Marie was everything they were looking for.” “The newly weds?” She ponders before exclaiming, “oh yes! Their Little is to be a crawler. I’m glad everything has worked out!” “Well, we couldn’t have done it without our little helper here.” All eyes focused on her and Olive could feel the blood drain from her face as they discussed their latest capture, talking so nonchalantly as if they were just selling houses (they weren’t). It was all her fault. But it was the deal. The stupid awful, barbaric agreement that kept her awake at night but was all for Dani. Everything was for Dani. This was just a little’s life she was coming to realize. Fighting, enduring, surviving. It’s all they could do not to drown in talcum powder and be smothered to death in diapers. The thing is, she’d really liked Marie and the guilt ate her alive. She’d just moved states, escaping the oppressive regime of Aequor only to come to Amazonia in search for a better life. She was going back to complete college and was searching for a small apartment near the university. It was too easy to fall into the trap when the new face of Branson’s Real Estate company was a seemingly free, maturely dressed in a navy business suit, Little. It was too easy to let go of all her fears when said Little was at the showing beside her apparent Amazonian coworker; and it was too simple signing agreement, missing the tiny words in fine print that lawfully signed over all of her rights to the Amazonian couple that would adopt the Little and take over the house in her place - just a safety precaution. And it was extremely difficult, watching the look of horror and betrayal fall over her face as the error was revealed and she was whisked away to permanent babyhood. The advertisement was just as it said - Houses4Kids. Buy one house and get a Little free of charge presented by Branson Real Estate. There was nothing illegal about tricking Littles into signing away their freedoms because it’s their own fault for not paying closer attention. It left her wrecked thinking of every person she would damn to this existence. But this was the price to pay. For Dani. For herself. For freedom. “What do you say to Miss Hansen for the nice compliment?” Seriously? She was serious. Olive just managed to keep the scowl off her face. “Thank you, Miss Hansen.” “Of course, darling.” Stupid pet names. “I told you Littles were useful,” Abby responded to the brute of a woman. “Yes, well, I suppose they do have their purposes.” Olive didn’t want to say that she seemed impressed but rather not as sullen as before. “Now, get her ready. Andrew’s got a showing in an hour - a stupid Little that really thinks we’re about to lease a half million dollar house to him.” “The audacity!” Abby barked a laugh. “Don’t worry, I’m sure little Olive will get him all buttered up for us. He’d be perfect for Mrs. Samodian. She’s looking for a little blonde.” OoOoo As Olive contemplated her every life choice, Dani fought hard to forget hers. Alisha and the doctor were ruthless in their attempts to make her whole again, ignoring her every cry and obvious sign of distress. They decided to go a little further this time, bombarding her with sensations, feelings that would remind her of a later time in her life: making friends, first day of school, being away from home without her family. By her reaction and significant rise of her heartbeat, she wasn’t taking it very well. But the de-programming was essential. Dani was essential. They couldn’t go on without her. The operation wouldn’t survive. It’s why it was important to do no matter how much it hurt to watch her suffer. Upon being dropped off this morning, Abby reported the incidents from the night before - two symptoms from the de-programming that had apparently presented. She seemed better today, no sign of illness, and so they’d have to monitor closely afterwards. The doctor still voiced her disagreements over the course of procedure but that was a moot point. “Slightly worse off today,” the doctor muttered beneath her breathe, scribbling down notes. “At least we’re making progress.” “We’re lucky. Remember the last kid?” Alisha didn’t want to remember. His brain had been damaged caused by overexposure from the treatments and was placed at an adoption center, too much of a liability. “That won’t happen to Dani.” It can’t happen. I won’t let it. That’s what the Amazon continued to promise herself even an hour later as she secretly watched Dani from the corner of the room. The Littles planned their escape huddled in a group. Three of them were going to attempt the dimension crossing while the others were heading east to Le Montes. It was a quiet way of life out there. Rural. Go far enough out and you could live off the grid the rest of your life. It wasn’t for the faint hearted but they'd contacted some trustworthy Inbetweeners that owned a ranch that were willing to take on some extra help. The only problem was actually getting the Littles there safely, which would take months and a lot of luck. “I feel bad,” a Little frowned, looking behind her, away from the group. “Dani is all alone.” “Because she’s just a stupi - “ “Hey,” Kerry warned. “Nice language now. You wouldn’t like to be called such a mean name, would you Timmy?” He hung his head. “That’s what I thought.” The other Little was still turned around and suddenly stood up. “Zara what are you doing?” Another asked. “I’m going to say, ‘hi’ to Dani.” Incredulous voices rose, disbelief present in the air. While Little Johnny Boy’s impassioned speech from the other day was still on everyone’s mind. He wasn’t here today, and so as a precaution they kept their distance from Dani - well, except for Zara now who’d seemed to have lost her mind. But she was her own person and they couldn’t stop her from doing what she wanted. The Little waddled the length of the room, lip caught between her bottom teeth as she approached the reserved girl. Dani fiddled with a stuffed animal, hugged tightly to her chest only looking up at the sound of the audible crinkle. She frowned, caving in smaller to herself as the Little stopped in front of her and sat down. “Hi Dani!” she exclaimed cheerfully yet cautiously. “My name’s Zara, we haven’t met yet.” It was at this point that she should have greeted her back but Dani regarded the girl with a look of mistrust, weary of her intentions because while everyone else avoided her like the black plague, she’d been the only one brave enough to approach. That left the Little suspicious. “I, um,” she stammered awkwardly now but still determined, “I just wanted to introduce myself.” No response. Zara gulped. “You’re friends with Little Johnny Boy right?” Not even a reaction. Zara had to stop herself from turning away. There were snickers in the background. She frowned, changing the subject. “I like your outfit. My mommy only likes me in frilly dresses.” She gestures to her denim overalls, decorated with stitched in flowers and the pink puffy shouldered blouse beneath. Once again at her lack of response, Zara was struggling for what else to say in this extremely awkward one sided conversation. “What’s your favorite color? Mine is green.” Silence. “Do you have a favorite food? Mine used to be steak but well, I haven’t had that in a long time. You know why, obviously. That’ll definitely be the first meal I have once we get to the portal world - yeah - definitly,” there was a faraway look in her eyes, imagining something that Dani couldn’t possibly guess but was quickly snapped from it. “I like your stuffed bear,” she sighed. “What’s his name?” “Her.” “What?” Zara was momentarily startled, having not expected a response but she did. She spoke. “M-Miss Beawy,” she pouts annoyed, brows puckered and regards the other Little with a hostile look. “That’s cool! Can I hold her?” In her excitement that Dani was actually interacting with her, she makes the mistake of moving too quickly, reaching out a hand towards the plushy which was obviously the wrong move. Dani lets out a screech, pulling back and slapping at her hand. Any progress that had been made was gone. “Mine!” She all but growled. “What’s going on here?” Alisha and Shawn run over quickly, pulling the two girls away as Dani moves in with another strike. Zara is close to tears. “I - I was just trying to be friends!” Her lips wobbled, watery - eyed and snaked her arms around the Amazon man’s neck tightly. ”That’s a very nice gesture, Zara,” he responded a bit patronizing, patting her on the back but it didn’t seem to be malicious in any way. “But I think Dani needs some time to herself.” She sniffled, agreeing nonetheless feeling no need to stick around the odd girl. Little John Boy could have her all to himself. That was the way it continued to go the rest of the day. Moody attacks by Dani and crabby behavior that was directed at everyone, even Olive. The evening came once again, Veronica’s turn with the Littles and it should have been a relaxing time at the park. “What’s wrong, Dani?” The Little asked for the one hundredth time. It was clear that something was bothering her. She was quiet, glued to the Amazon’s side since they left the daycare and now could hardly look her in the eye. Dani was never one to shy away from conflict, as seen from the report of her naughty behavior from today and Veronica took too much joy tanning her bottom bright red afterward. “Dani, please talk to me,” Olive pleaded. She kept a careful watch on the Amazon every few seconds engrossed in her book sitting on the bench. “You’re never like this. Something is bothering you.” And she was right. The Little opens her mouth before closing and opening again trying to get words out that she couldn't seem to express. “What is it Dani? You can talk to me.” Her face was a mix of pink and red with her lip caught between her teeth. She reaches for her paci attached to the collar of her blouse as if she’s going to stick it in her mouth but seemingly changes her mind, lowering her hand. “Have I done something?” That seemed to pique her interest as she looked down and then up and down again and sighs. “Y-yeah.” “Yes?” Olive is taken aback. Dani pauses, shaking her head now. A frown us set on her lips. “No.” No? Which was it? Both Littles were confused. “Owie.” She whimpered, touching her head. “H-hurt.” Owie. Hurt. “Your head hurts?” Olive pressed. This was the most she had attempted to communicate beyond the basics and the Little could see that Dani was really trying to communicate something, anything. “No.” She huffed. “Ouch. Stowies - “ “Stories?” “Nu-uh,” her chest rose up and down. “Stowies… pictuwes… head. Ouch.” Olive had to pause attempting to piece together her cryptic clues when suddenly it hit her out of nowhere. She gasps, “memories? Dani, are you remembering?” “M-memwy?” Dani focuses intently, attempting to repeat the long word. “Yes, Dani, memories. From before. There was me and you and Carly - “ “Cawly?” “Yes,” Olive has to hold in a laugh of relief. “Carly. She has pretty yellow hair and is a baker. Remember? She makes really good cookies.” As much as Olive was hopeful that her friend was coming closer to her previous self, there were so many dangers that they had to stay aware of. If Abby or Veronica were to discover what was happening it would mean starting over from the beginning. They wouldn’t let her continue this way. That’s why it had to remain a secret no matter what. No one could find out. OoOoo Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Here is another chapter, I hope you have enjoyed! As always I love hearing your thoughts, they motivate me to keep writing so please review! I hope to update again soon so stay tuned and happy reading!

*NOT A CHAPTER* Hello everyone! I know it’s been so long! I was away for a bit and I moved back to school and my house here didn’t have any WiFi and I can only access DD on WiFi. Literally I got WiFi installed today just to post on here, ahahaha. I've been incredibly busy but will post a new chapter soon hopefully! In the meantime, I’ve got a lot of short stories, already written that I’ve posted and will continue to post more this week so stay tuned!

“I wike your bow.” Giggles. Smiling. Face hurts. Too much smiling. Her lips twitch. The curly blonde girl speaks. “Fanks Chawie!” Suckle once. Suckle twice. The monstrously big rubber pacifier bounces between her pink lips. Jenny can feel her burning cheeks as a crimson blush spreads from her chest upwards. “I wike your shoes.” She points at his Spider-Man sneakers that light up every time he moves. Mommy said good little girls are polite. Good little girls say please and thank you. Good little girls know they are Little, adorable, and helpless. Not beautiful or sexy. Cute. The opposite gender didn’t give her any attention for anything other than a new playmate. However, there was the occasional un - regressed Little that always got a little bit too excited, but of course, their mommies and daddies always nipped that silly behavior in the butt. Still though, Jenny liked to have fun when the opportunity arose because for her fellow under six footers, life in this padded prison was abysmally bleak. “D’ya wanna pway in ve house?” The five foot nine inch tall man turned toddler pointed behind them at the red wooden structure. There was just a hole for the door and two open windows. Glancing to the left, Mrs Smith and Miss Tully stood at the blacktop across the playground deep in conversation as the Little diapered adults, less than half their size of nearly twelve feet, ran wild. Charlie winked, taking her hand in his and Jenny couldn’t deny the bursting sensation in her chest that they were about to do something naughty. She nearly pissed herself in excitement - nearly that is. But it would be okay if she did because Mommy always made sure she was extra padded. Two diapers that puffed out to below her knees, a soaker pad, leak guard and pretty diaper cover to match her frilly dresses. She knew not to get too rowdy at Daycare because Mommy didn’t like mess and made extra care to crimp her bleached curls to perfection and dress her in her Sunday’s best every day. That is why Jenny knew it wouldn’t be a very good girl thing for her to run off, disrespecting all of her Mommy’s hard work like that. But at the same time, this was the most fun adventure Jenny had had in a while and she just couldn’t say no. Besides, Charlie was just about the cutest boy in daycare. Everyone obsessed over him from his chocolaty brown eyes to rich olive skin. Jenny knew that especially Sunny and Polly would be pouting to their crib at night because the most mature boy, one of the few potty training, was interested in her. “Come wif me.” he tugged on her hand and she can’t deny his dimpled grin. She waddled after him, slowed by the thick bulk between her legs and stuck her arms out for extra balance. They made it across the wood chipped lawn and as she thought they were about to hop up into the house, instead he led her behind. Confusion turned to worry and then to a creeping excitement at their mysterious adventure. Hmmmm… So Charlie Sigworth liked to live life on the edge. Oh, Jenny could definitely get behind that. Snickering softly as they disappeared from sight, Jenny wastes no time. Just as he’d lead her across the playground with her hand, she takes his hand directing it between her legs, clutching the thick padding. He squeezes, instinctively, and Jenny has him pressed against the wall, padded hips grinding into his puff-less lower half. She’s tugged the ends of her skirt up, pulling down the diaper cover and shows off her squelchless diaper, not a stain in the front nor the back. It’s not as if Sunny Freeman could say the same thing, she thinks with a smirk. “Wait -“ Charlie exclaims in a suddenly surprised voice as his wrist is caught in her grasp. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Her voice squeaked out in a delicate timber yet the glimmer in her blue eyes told a different story. “Jenny -” he choked out, blotches of red coating his skin but it is too late. The Little has no reason to think that this isn’t a two way relationship because of the way he’d flirted, going on about her hideously pink bow, grinning and taking her hand flirtatiously alluding to a grand escapade behind the old shed. But he pulls his hand back, pushing them apart until she is nearly an arms length away. Not for the first time, Jenny is deeply troubled because why didn’t he want her? Everyone seemed to want her these days. Was she trying too hard? Going too fast? Maybe he preferred girls who were wet and messy. Maybe if she just - no! Immediately she pushed the idea from her mind. He was a big boy. He wore pull-ups. Why would he want a baby like her? Her brows furrowed together, an indent forming in the middle as she suckled anxiously on the rubber bulb. Did he not find her absolutely adorable? Pretty was going a bit too far because that was only reserved for mature Littles and if she was in diapers, that meant she was too immature to hold in her business for the potty. At least, that’s how it was according to Amazonian logic and the Potty song. But, she had once been a big mature girl, one where the Charlie Sigworth’s of the world would call her pretty and beautiful and a whole ton of other scandalous names she dare not utter aloud or think. “What are you doing?” he sputtered in shock. “What are you doing?” She repeats. She was confused, especially when his hand shot out, wriggling the rubber bulb out from between her lips. The Little let out a gasp as with one quick motion, he threw her pacifier to the ground. “Chawie!” He sighed a very mature sigh like when Mommy made her stop playing when it was time for dinner but she wasn't ready yet. He said, “What’s with these games? I heard you liked to get right to it.” Her mind spun in circles, attempting to decipher what the heck he was talking about but didn’t have long to ponder as suddenly, he stepped forward again. His head turned, lips puckered and his mouth touched her own ever so softly. Jenny realized with a startle that they were kissing and it was not like the tiny thimble kiss that Wendy gave to Peter Pan. This was a grown up kiss. A mature kiss. A kiss she’d seen Amazons give each other with an intensity only giants seemed to possess. Not Littles like her. It’s too much, way too much, and before she knows what she is doing, Jenny has placed her hands on his chest and shoves him away. “Hey!” he exclaims as he stumbles backwards. “What was that for?” She squeals. “I - you - we - eeep!” Jenny can’t speak. No logical words will form in her mouth because that was a very mature act that her little immature brain couldn’t handle and Mommy, Mrs. Tully, Miss Smith and every other Amazon always said how proud they were that she knew how little she really was. But this wasn't a very little thing to do. “We came behind here to make out,” he said in a tone as if she should’ve understood. Make out? Her face scrunched up in disgust, eyes squeezed shut and nose wrinkled. She exclaimed, “ewww! Cooties!” Wiping at her mouth, attempting to get rid of the icky boy germs, this was way worse than just some silly naughty fun. Oh, if Mommy found out…. this would mean big punishment. Many spankings, big enemas, maybe even going back to etiquette school. She couldn’t do etiquette school again. That was a nightmare. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest then realizing there were even worse things to think about than just cooties. Jenny gulped, fingers inching their way up to her mouth in a need to calm the rising stress. She just wished for her pacifier. She couldn’t remember a time where she was without it in the last year. Tears welled up in her eyes, wanting - no - needing her mommy. “What did you think we were doing?” he asked when she didn’t respond. The Little sniffled, trying to explain, “I - I was gonna show you my diaper and you show me your pull-up and we could touch each others - “ He backed away. “That’s what you’ve been doing sneaking away with others?! The way everyone made it sound… “ Charlie scowled, shaking his head in apparent disgust. “They’ve brainwashed all of you! Do you even know how you sound right now?” His words struck her core, Jenny knowing that he is right. She was just a little immature baby. No one like Charlie would ever find her cute. “I - I need to get out of here.” That’s all he could say before turning away and with teary eyes, Jenny thought that was it. However, he spun around one last time. In a sad voice, he whispered. “I really liked you, Jenny. I thought you were different.” ooOoo I thought you were different. The words repeated over and over again in her mind. I thought you were different. Jenny knew that he really meant: I thought you were bigger. I thought you were more mature. Her cheeks burn bright in humiliation as she spirals over her previous actions. Stupid, Jenny. Why are you so stupid? Now, she pouts watching from across the room as Charlie flirts with Shelly MacDonald over finger paints. Jenny has seen enough and without a thought, throws down the stuffed animal in her hand, glaring at the girl so obviously flaunting her pull-up. It just wasn’t fair! Steps sound behind her and before she knows it, a surprise intrusion wiggles its way down her backside, pulling at the strap. She’s startled, jumping slightly before realizing it was Mrs. Smith. The gray haired Amazon was a stern woman and made sure the running of her daycare progressed smoothly with behaved Littles and never dry padding. “Hmmm,” she hummed, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Wet and messy. You always know how to make me happy, don’t you?” Wet and messy? There’s a look of surprise on her face as Mrs. Smith announced it loudly, causing even Charlie to look over briefly much to her shame. She hadn’t even realized she went but then again, it’s not as if it was something she had to mind. Her unpotty training had been extensive. ”If only everyone could be as good of a little girl as you,” said Mrs. Smith with a pat to her head as the strap snapped back against her skin. Jenny fidgeted uncomfortable not from the warm mush in her bottom but from the fact that the Amazon’s statement couldn’t have been further from the truth. Jenny was not a good girl. She was a bad girl, sneaking away on their little diaper adventures, kissing boys and couldn’t help but dream about a life she was supposed to forget where she was a twenty - eight year old woman who just happened to be born the wrong size in the wrong dimension and made the stupid mistake of falling in love with an Amazon. Only, instead of taking her to bed she was seduced to the crib and the only action she got after was the touch of fingers spreading baby powder over her nether regions. She wasn’t being her usual self, quiet and avoidant. Jenny had never been a good liar and her hurting stomach was testament that she wouldn’t be able to ignore the Amazon’s suspicious eyes for long. But at the same time, she couldn’t just betray Charlie because she would be incriminating more than just herself and that wasn’t fair. “You’re awfully quiet, Jenny. Playing all by yourself… is something wrong?” Oh, there were a lot of things wrong… but Jenny couldn’t say. Mrs. Smith stood in front of her now, peering down with eyes that pierced right through her soul but the Little refused to bend. “J-jus’ tiew’” she responded, faking a yawn and giving her pacifier a hearty suckle. “We just did have nap time. Did you not sleep like a good girl?” Oh no. Jenny knows she has gotten herself stuck in a pickle now. If she continued her lie, she’d get a spanking. If she admitted that she’d lied, she’d get an extra big spanking. If she’d admitted that she’d lied and told the truth…. she’d get much more than a spanking. This was a lose - lose situation. The only question now was how much was she willing to tolerate. She’d had a spank free record of almost a week and that’s only because she hadn’t wanted to stop playing at bath time. Mrs. Smith leaned down suddenly, removing her paci and a cry of surprise sounds from her lips. Immediately she whines, reaching for it back but the Amazon makes a tsking sound with her lips and pockets it in her pants. Charlie looks over again, this time his face has paled and she can the pleading look in his eyes to stay quiet. Jenny is tempted, really she is, but makes the mistake of glancing at Shelly, all cozied up beside Charlie, makes her blood boil. “Well?” Mrs. Smith tapped her foot impatiently. “Was someone a naughty girl?” Very naughty. Jenny gulped, feeling a thick coating of sweat across her forehead. She fidgeted with her skirt, eyes looking every other way except at Mrs. Smith. “I thought you were a polite little girl but perhaps you need a reminder because ignoring grown ups, not sleeping, lying… that’s only something a bad little would do. Little Jenny isn’t a bad girl, is she?” Jenny tried to keep her lips shut, really she did, but the way Mrs. Smith looked at her, sent her insides into turmoil. Whatever control Jenny thought she possessed was no longer and with buckets of sweat dripping down her body, the words burst from her lips before she could help it and the truth came pouring out. And that was the problem of a little crush. It always turned into something more and Littles just didn’t have the mental or physical capacity to handle these great big emotions which is why the Amazons had to step in, never mind the outcry from the little boy - oops - little girl. Now, one month later, Jenny was happy for another girl friend even if little Lottie was always in a grumpy mood. It was a sacrifice that had to be made for the good of every Little at Sunshine Daycare to remember their place in this big world. Charlie had gone from sneaking around the playground stealing affection from equally eager diapered women to playing princess in the poofiest thickest dresses to exist. Little Charlie ceased to exist the day his last remaining sign of masculinity was caged away, nice and tight protected by a thick waddle-inducing diaper. He also took on a new identity by a little sissy boy named Lottie and Jenny couldn’t ignore the tremendous amount of pride that this transformation was her doing. Now, she had him all to herself and no other girl would pay the Sissy any attention because the one thing they’d craved had been stripped away. But for Jenny, that had never been a problem. While it was frustrating that her little side quests had resulted in the loss of her hands, stuck in these thick mittens, it was a small price to pay. She wouldn’t lie though and say that etiquette school a second time was fun but she learned an important lesson in not trying to be older than you are. Little girls have nap time for a reason. Little girls don’t play with their diapers for a reason. Little girls don’t ’make out’ with little boys for many different reasons. She had many messy days and sore bottoms to think about her actions and Jenny realized in the end that being big was hard and the cause of too many complications. She was still suffering from them a month later with a gurgling tummy, full backside, and continuous daily spankings. “It was just a little crush!” She’d exclaimed through tears, kicking her legs as she was thrown over the towering woman’s lap and a heavy hand smacked her bottom. “Just like you had on your mommy? We all know how that ended.” Etiquette school offered no mercy, verbally or physically, nor did she deserve it and Jenny had never felt smaller. The fateful night in topic was supposed to be a nice steak and wine dinner but the Little’s first mistake was accepting the dinner invitation. Her second mistake was tasting the tempting glass of alcohol that no Amazon would ever offer a Little and lastly, her biggest mistake was believing the Amazon could ever have a crush on her back. Needless to say, there was no such thing as just a little crush. There was no such thing as a little anything in this giant world. That is how the two Littles found themselves now, squatting at Daycare as a simultaneously rush of soapy water gurgled through their extended abdomens and they bared down, pushing, pushing, pushing - “Arghhh!” Lottie cried. “I’m a big boy! This isn’t fair! You did this to me!” Warm mush, big and smelly snaked out into the thick padding with eagerness as the Amazon’s approvingly watched from a distance. Jenny was very used to this by now and let her bowels do their magic. She couldn’t help but giggle in between grunts because Lottie was being so silly. She wasn't a boy, especially with that curly long perm and certainly wasn't big by the size of her diaper (no more pull-ups) filling up nice and messy. Even if this life wasn’t fair, there was no changing it now and they could only make the best of the situation. “Don’t worry, Lottie.” She panted, taking her hand. “We’ll never be apart now!” “I didn’t want it like this! I hate you!” Hate was such a silly thing that Jenny didn’t mind because one day he’d realize how right they were for each other- diapered together forever. ooOoo Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Here’s just another little short story I’ve had sitting in my drafts. It was written and cleaned up within less than an hour so if nothing makes much sense, I apologize 😭. Anyways, I love seeing your reviews and happy reading!!

Across the street, into the Parkinson’s yard, through the fence and over the hill. That’s where freedom lay. In that exact order. Pippa - Louise knew that because last year she had made the mistake of trying to climb over the fence. Of course with it being fourteen feet tall, how would a Little of five foot stature reach that? It had been a noble plan destined to fail from the start and if someone had told her how hard it would be to escape a cul de sac, she’d burst into laughter. But it was difficult and that’s why she’d gotten smarter this year, concocting with the other Littles in the neighborhood about the yearly game of Hide and Seek. Of course, it was always the Amazons who would seek and the Littles that would hide (and run). It was a game everyone waited in anticipation for as it was their one true time to escape. It got hopes up among each Little that perhaps there was hope for a mature future, one without diapers and intruding checks and the permanent smell of baby powder and endless days of play… “Pippa - Louise? Are you there?” What? A voice. Someone talking. “Please, say something quickly!” High pitched and airy. She blinks. Once and then twice. Pippa - Louise knew that voice. Betsy! In an instant, her head popped up and out of the flower pot being her exact height. She meets Betsy’s searching blue eyes crouched behind the Holly bush at the edge of the road. The Little watches as Betsy mouths to wait, pointing towards the left where two twelve foot women cruised the street. Hunting. Seeking. Noted. Pippa - Louise nods, sinking back down inside the ceramic pot that had been collecting dust for the last several months in the front yard. “Where oh where could the Little ones be? Munchkin and Pumpkin must be hungry. I made their favorite food: buttered noodles and a vanilla bottle.” the first voice mused. “Well, I’ve got a warm bubble bath waiting at home and Mr. Ducky just misses Little Henry terribly! Who is he to play with?” Did they really think it would be that easy? Pippa - Louise lets out a silent scoff, shaking her head back and forth. They weren’t that stupid as to be swayed over something so… so scrumptious and inviting. Her mouth begins to water. Drool, Dribbling down her chin and - NO! She shakes her head, squeezing her eyes open and shut. One time. Two times. “Pippa - Louise?” Three times. “Pippa?” The voice calls in a whisper-yell once again and her head whips up, auburn curls swinging in her face. Her eyes widened, remembering what they were doing. Escaping. Hiding. Hide and Seek. That’s right. The Amazons were far enough away. No one else around except the hiding Littles. “Let’s go.” Betsy mouths, giving the signal to run. They just had to run. Across the street, into the Parkinson’s yard, through the fence and over the hill. Then they were free. Pippa - Louise gives a nod of acknowledgement, knowing it was time. She rocks back and forth, tilting side to side and suddenly the world has turned sideways, the pot on its side and the Little is spit out on the grass. It tickles beneath her skin. So green. So shiny. She picks a skinny sliver examining it closely. “Pippa!” In an instant, she looks up. Betsy is standing there, above her, holding out an anxious hand and an expression in her baby blue eyes that makes Pippa - Louise confused. “What?” She asks, ignoring her outreached hand. The Little grunts, leaning forward onto all fours and maneuvers herself up into a standing position. She wobbles, rocking back onto her heels and sticks her arms out in an attempt to catch her balance. “Um…” Betsy hesitates, eyes flickering over the diaper firmly secured around her lower half. The space between her separated thighs is taken up by the extra thick padding, leak guard and soaker pad, taped half way up her stomach and expanded out to just below her knees. “Don’t we need to go?” Pippa - Louise asked when she had steadied herself, uselessly pulling down on her sparkly unicorn shirt that ended just above her pooled out belly feet. “It’s not safe in the open!” The Little knew what Betsy was staring at and she really did look like a beached whale. However, Mommy always said that proper padding is important to prevent messy little girls and she knew it wouldn’t prevent her from escaping. Pippa - Louise could still waddle if she just focused on her feet. One foot in front of the other. One at a time. “Ugh,” Pippa- Louise groaned, green eyes rolling to the back of her head. “I’ll be fine. You worry too much. I made it all the way from my house to here, didn’t I?” That was a moot point. They stood beside her house, in their neighbors yard which was Betsy's. “Pippa - “ “Let’s go.” The Little ignores what she’s going to say knowing It’ll be nothing good. “We’ve been here too long. It’s almost time.” This year was the most comprehensive plan the Littles had made to date together and it had to work out. Their neighborhood was shaped like a horseshoe, ten houses going in one big half circle. If everything was to go how they’d timed, the Little brown haired boy, Henry who lived in the center would create a distraction drawing the Amazon’s attention away from the Twins in the blue house, diagonal from the Parkinson’s. That would give Pumpkin and Munchkin the chance to run, avoiding Old Man Blues and his binoculars, always sitting on his front porch searching for naughty Littles. If Old Man Blues was distracted than so would be Mrs. Pinehurst who lived right beside him because she had the fattest crush on him that anyone had ever seen. Her backyard was essential being that she was both practically deaf and blind which would allow the Littles to lie and wait. That being said, the Parkinson’s and Mrs. Pinehurst’s house was only separated by a single yard and that wouldn’t be a problem if not for the dog. The Amazon couple that owned it were on vacation but their mutt of a pet was meticulous in guarding its owners property and sight of the Littles would surely set it off. Pippa - Louise gulped, freckled face ashen as she thought about every way this could possibly go wrong. The Parkinson’s large yellow house with the perfectly manicured garden mocked them cruelly. It should have been easiest for them, being right across the street because while almost in reach, they were still seemingly so far away. “We are going to need to run.” “I can do that.” Pippa - Louise had always been a bad liar. “Let’s go then.” Betsy shrugged. It was easy for Betsy Kinsella because of the moderately thick pull - up she’d been gifted for her third birthday for a sixth year in a row. Not all of them were so lucky, especially Pippa - Louise and her overbearing mother but that didn’t put her off and only increased her determination. Steeling up the courage, she muttered to herself, “you can do it, Pippa - Louise. One step at a time.” And that she did. Crinkle. The noise echoed after her every step but that wasn’t a big concern.The problem was the fact that her legs trembled and ankles were already sore. She’d become intimately familiar with her backside, always looking up at either her colorful mobile, Mommy’s happy smile and or when her bottom was expertly cleaned, changed and diapered. Pippa - Louise realized that the world made much more sense, backside down and she frowned, wondering why she even was standing - Oh wait. The game. Hide and Seek. She was supposed to be hiding and Mommy was supposed to be seeking. Hiding meant freedom and freedom meant being a big girl in the big world like she used to live before that fateful day at the coffee shop and the sticky accident. But that was a lifetime ago, nearly six months. The memories were hazy but she could picture a girl by the name of Logan in a tiny bare apartment with her hair up in a messy bun and laying down after a long day at work. She’d narrowly dodged Amazon’s petty little tricks just to keep her pants dry for another day more. It seemed exhausting but Betsy, Henry, Munchkin and Pumpkin all said it was worth it and that she’d remember how she missed that tiresome, diaper - less life and the Little giggled to herself. She was just being silly. Mommy’s goofy adorable little baby. Pippa - Louise just had to make it across the street with Betsy who was right beside her… or had been. The Little looks up just in time to see a flash of blonde disappear behind the Parkinson’s house and she’s gone. Then all of a sudden, church bells ring out through the air in a whimsical, melodic tone and she remembered why Betsy had left. That was the signal for escape because the dog would be scared inside by the noise like always and then Henry would come charging down the street on his tricycle leading the herd of Amazons on a goose chase, and the remaining four of them: Betsy, the Twins and Pippa - Louise would escape through the Parkinson’s disrepaired fence and over the hill. Henry would join once he escaped the Amazons and they’d disappear into the sunset to the land of big girls. That’s why she had to cross the street right now or it would be too late. She had to catch up with them because her sanity depended on it. However, when she tries to walk, something stops her. The ground had disappeared and her toes wiggle in the air. The Little looks around in shock to realize that she is still in the yard, the pot tipped over beside her and she’s laying down in the grass, legs splayed out at a ninety degree angle on her back. As her gaze settled above, she let out a gasp of wonder. Looking up at the sky, it is a color that she has never seen before. So blue, electric, the color of her Mommy’s eyes and the clouds are just as fluffy if not even more than the ones that consumed her lower half. Content to stay here forever, she knows that is not possible because the game is still ongoing. However, a moment to relax won’t hurt. She’ll get up soon, find the others and continue on their journey. At least that is what the Little told herself and her eyes flutter shut, wanting to relish in the way the sun kissed her cheeks on this warm summer Saturday afternoon. But, in the distance there is a screech, a loud crash and the sounds of wails. “Noooo! Please just let me go! I’m a big boy!” Smack! Smack! Smack! Little Henry sobs as his bottom is properly tanned. “That’s for losing Hide and Seek.” His Mommy chided. “Only immature Littles could get caught so easily. I think that means that Henry is more immature than we ever could have realized. Another year as Mommy’s baby is the only logical solution.” Oh yeah, that’s right. Pippa - Louise remembered the rules of the game stated that if the Littles made it out of the cul de sac, automatically they’d be granted their freedoms. However, none of the Littles really accounted for that in the history of the game, no one had ever escaped. Oopsie. Her eyes fluttered open and the intense blue sky had turned to two pairs of glimmering eyes and bosoms, probably the size of her diaper hung low. She squirmed as two hands placed beneath her arm pits shifted her into a sitting position. “Look who I found!” The thirteen foot Amazon gasped excitedly, tickling fingers beneath her armpits eliciting a round of giggles. Mommy. Blonde, blue eyed with a heart shaped face, they could be real mother and daughter if the Amazon was not so big and she was not so Little. “Is my darling girl tired from this silly game?” Tired? The Little frowned. No. That’s not what she was. The Little was far from tired. She just needed to find the others. Maybe this year she could win. Mommy had to know. “I need to find Betsy, Munchkin and Pumpkin,” Pippa - Louise tried to explain, blinking through her foggy mind. Her Mommy’s eyes were so blue… “Where would they be?” The Amazon asked with a smile and Pippa - Louise could have sworn her pearly white teeth shimmered in the light. The Little knows that their plan is top - secret and no one else could find out. But Mommy wasn't just anybody. She was Mommy! That meant it had to be okay because Mommy was great at keeping secrets like when she told her about Mr. Fluffers and Mrs. Floppy being secretly in love with each other but they didn’t know. That’s why Pippa - Louise was going to sit the two stuffed bunnies together at the tea party to bring them together. Oh! There was also the time at Daycare when Missy told her that at nighttime when her Mommy and Daddy were asleep, she liked to play with her itty bitty clitty but it was supposed to be a secret and no one could know. Pippa - Louise told Mommy and she promised not to say anything but the next day at Daycare, Missy had mittens on her hand and refused to talk to her. The Little was confused because Mommy had promised to keep her lips sealed and Mommy never broke her promises. That must mean someone else must have overheard them and Missy blamed Pippa - Louise. It was unfortunate, really, but it was okay because why did she need friends when she had her Mommy? “Darling…” a tickle beneath her chin drew her forward, leaning, leaning, leaning into the Amazon’s touch. The Little blinks. The fog was heavy in her mind, more so than usual. What were they doing? Mommy asks again, “can you tell Mommy where Betsy, Munchkin and Pumpkin are?” Oh, yes! She and Mommy were sharing secrets. The Little leans forward, lips pressed against the Amazon’s ear and whispers, “across the street, into the Parkinson’s yard, through the fence and over the hill.” OoOoo One year later came all too soon. It’s Saturday again, warm and sunny and the game has begun. Pippa - Louise is laying on her back, suckling hard on her paci as Mommy tugs at the straps around her upper stomach, right beneath the tiny bee stings she’d once called breasts. Tugging, tugging, tugging… “Ahah!” Mommy exclaims with glee when the tapes have finally held together. Her legs don’t even touch the changing table, the material too thick and monstrously big to allow any part of her lower body to have closure, now having puffed out to her ankles. But Pippa - Louise didn’t mind because life was so much better on her back with her legs spread without a care in the world. “Oh my baby is such a pretty girl, such a good girl, such an absolute super pooper!” Her bell-like voice cooed, floated through one ear and out the other. The fog was thick, clogging every nook and cranny in her tiny body but Louise didn’t know where else it had to go because every thick roll on her thighs and arms and chubby cheeks were consumed. Pippa - Louise giggles a distant and far away reaction, lips smacking together, spittle flying from her lips. She lifts her arms, reaching towards the Amazon’s voluminous breasts with eagerness. “Silly girl,” she squeezed her tummy. “Mommy thought it would be fun to have a picnic! Wouldn’t that be nice? Mommy knows how much you like to look at the sky.” It wasn’t that Pippa - Louise liked looking at the sky, she absolutely loved it. She especially loved the feeling of being on her backside, knowing Mommy was right there to roll her over anytime needed and to play with her and to feed her and sleep. It was the only way to be but the others just did not understand. “We can even watch your friends play Hide and Seek! Doesn’t that sound fun?” Friends? Oh, Pippa - Louise didn’t have any friends. Not after last year's game of Hide and Seek and what a funny concept… hiding, seeking, running. Littles didn’t run. Pippa - Louise couldn’t even walk let alone crawl. Why’d anyone want to play such a silly game? But there was a reason and it seemed to be why no one in the neighborhood would talk to her anymore. Play dates were awkward, hostile glares thrown her direction and so she’d play by herself, on her back shaking the rattle back and forth enchanted nonetheless, lost in the fog of her mind. As soon as they were inside the house, they are outside in a familiar spot, sitting on a red and white checkered blanket. A wicker basket sits at the feet of the Amazon which contains a cheese platter, crackers and fruits. Cradled back in the woman’s arms, the Little’s mouth waters as her belly grumbles for lunch. “Mommy!” Pippa - Louise whined, reaching with her hands. “Patient, my love.” Mommy kissed her forehead, reaching into the basket and plucking out a grape. The girl whined again, in desperation this time and - Ahhhh, she sighed. Finally. The firm, milky white breast popped out of the nursing bra, already leaking from fullness and the Little latches on. Suckling, slurping and gulping down the thick cream with greed, she takes all she can, welcoming the cloud of fog over her mind. A squeal sounds in the background and then a scream as one Little is caught and the rest will be soon to follow. Maybe next year she will play, Pippa - Louise thinks but then immediately pushes the thought from her mind. No way. Hide and Seek was a game for big girls. Not babies like her and she fills her diaper, a warm mudslide leaking out into her overly thick, very inconvenient, padded bottom. OoOoo Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Here is a little diaper dimension one - shot I’ve had sitting in my drafts for an awhile! I have thousands more to post so stay tuned!

Chapter 16: The door closed behind them as Shawn pulled him into the hall after his little outburst. He crossed his arms over each other, glaring at the ground and kicking his foot. “Talk to me,” Shawn said. “I can’t.” “Yes, you can.” He shrugged. “You can tell me anything.” “That’s easy for you to say!” Little Johnny Boy raised his voice. The Amazon, Shawn makes a tsking noise with his lips and gives him a scathing look. Immediately the Little recoils and mumbles out an apology. He wasn’t normally this moody. Shawn sighed, running his hand through his head of brown curls. “This was quite a scene you just caused.” “You don’t have to remind me.” Little Johnny Boy looked back down at the ground. “I already apologized.” “I appreciate that.” the thirty-four year old hummed, tilting his chin up gingerly so his piercing green eyes would meet his own. “I want to talk to you man to man, not like a little kid. That means looking at someone when you are having a conversation.” His jaw clenched, pissed with the way Amazons felt the need to Amazons-plain everything and Little Johnny Boy did everything in his power not to snap back a snarky response. Instead, he sighs, agreeing to the Amazon's completely fair terms even if nothing seemed very fair when he was angry. “What’s going on? This isn’t you.” Little Johnny Boy didn’t want to say because literally in this world, nothing belonged to him and he was desperate for just one thing to call his own. Just one thing. Was that such a hard thing to ask? But the Little knew there was no point in getting around it now. He murmured, “it’s silly.” “Try me.” Where did he even begin? “Am I correct in assuming this has something to do with Dani?” Shawn asked when he didn’t speak and ever so softly he nodded his head, cheeks erupting in a harsh pink. “I -“ he began but had to take a breath and ready himself. He tries again, breathing, “I… like her.” Shawn is quiet, brows furrowed together as he seemed to think. Eventually, he spoke. “Do you like - like her? Like more than a friend?” “Yes,” he mumbled, absolutely mortified. The Amazon sighs, “that is completely normal, Johnny. Many men have those feelings and sometimes there are some… physical,” he struggled to say that word, “attractions that will occur - “ “Jesus, Shawn!” Little Johnny Boy hissed suddenly, his upper body turning a beat red as he realized what he was on about. The Little sputters out, “I know what a fucking erection is! How old do you think I am? Five?!” The entire situation would be laughable if it wasn’t so goddamn humiliating and the love of his life wasn’t just in the next room having her shit filled diaper changed. “Well, with the way you just behaved, I don’t know how old you are.” The ten foot tall Amazon said firmly with his finger pointed in his direction. “I’m sorry if I don’t know what you know. You are only a Little - “ Little Johnny Boy cried out, not giving him a chance to finish.“You don’t understand! None of you Amazon’s will ever understand! I may be Little but I am still a man and as a man, just like you, I get fucking boners! The only difference between you and I is that at least you have somewhere to stick it!” “Johnny - “ there was a warning in his tone but once again, Little Johnny Boy was fed up. “Have you ever had to hump a teddy bear in a diaper before? Huh? Well, you try to but it doesn't really work because the padding is so thick that you can’t even close your legs together let alone feel anything. All you can focus on is the wet squelch of your movement because Miss Mary at Etiquette school says ‘Little boys pee-pees are for one thing only’.” He scoffed, remembering that insufferable woman and how much he wanted to wring her neck. “I had a life before. I had a family and friends and an awesome girlfriend that I was going to propose to and then my idiot brother got the flu. Do you know what he did? He offered me tickets to go on the vacation to this foreign city that I had never heard of in another dimension. So, stupidly I thought, ‘Hey, that sounds fun! Why not?’ But, newsflash! It was the biggest mistake of my entire fucking life! Let me tell you something. In my dimension, I’m respected! I’m normal sized! Not little! Do you know who would be the freak? You! That would be you - !” “JOHN BRANDON BERRY!” Uh - oh. He froze. Alisha. She’d used his full name. Shawn stared at him with such heavy disappointment, he wanted to cry. However, there was no time to mutter an apology as the Amazon he’d come to know as his mommy and acquaintance stood behind him. Her hand clasped around the back of his shirt and lifted off the ground, he knew he was screwed. “Thank you, Shawn, for looking after my son. I apologize for his horrid behavior. I will take over from here.” Having been in this position more times than he would like to admit, there were few times their power imbalance came into play but right now was one of them. It took a lot to push Alisha into this position and that’s when he knew that he’d royally screwed up. Shawn left without a word, not sparing him a glance and Little Johnny Boy knew what he’d said had hurt but he was just so fed up. “Where are we going?” He chanced asking. “Did I give you permission to speak?” No. He gulped, blinking back the burning feeling in his eyes as she carried him off like a naughty temper tantrum throwing child. Tucked beneath her armpit with an arm locked around his torso and back pressed to her front, there was little he could do to move. Eventually after passing down the hall they come to her office. It was small. A stack of papers were cluttered to one side of the desk beside her open computer and a glass of water which sat half-full and he noticed a framed picture of himself, smiling and hanging on the wall. Little Johnny Boy is placed down in the seat on the other side of the desk as she sits down in her own. He’s thankful for the booster seat which gave him just enough height for his chest to be leveled with the desk. The Amazon stares him up and down and her lips pressed together into a thin line as he impatiently waited for the first word to be said. He knew better than to open his mouth again. “Tickle me surprised when I suddenly hear loud voices coming from all the way down the hall. I thought, ‘hmmm’ something isn’t right but it certainly isn’t my son because he is mature. He knows better and I did not teach my Little to be such a potty mouth.” His shoulders cave in and hunches over into himself, knowing full well there was no excuse for what had occurred. He made a fool of himself in front of everybody and that’s probably all Dani would think about whenever she saw him. “… so tell me why I found you screaming in Shawn’s face like a spoiled brat which I know you are not, Little Johnny Boy.” “I - “ he gulps. He can’t get the words out. The Little trembles under her dark gaze and knows there is no getting out of punishment even if she would emphasize with his plight. The rules were very clear for both Amazons and Littles. Misbehave and there will be consequences. “I’m waiting.” Shit. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and the words rushed out, “IminlovewithDani!” His confession is met with silence and cautiously, he peeks one eye open. She sits in front of him with a stunned expression, mouth agape and Little Johnny Boy swears that he has never seen her this surprised. “Say that again.” She demands. His second eye opens and he responds slower than before, “I am in love with Dani.” Whatever he expected her reaction to be, it was not this and in a way he is almost more spooked. He was prepared for chastening and spanking. No one was immune to her harsh hand, even Kerry and Shawn, but this… this lack of reaction he wasn’t sure what it meant. “How long have you felt this way?” She asked with her hands pressed together into a prayer position against her lips, staring at the table. “Since the day we first met.” The bachelorette party. The orders had been clear. He was not to act in any other manner than professional. It was just supposed to be a quick thing. In and out. He was to give his little performance, reveal himself to Dani and offer her a way out of this horrid dimension before disappearing into the night. It was supposed to be just an hour, but well, you know what happened and the aftermath was something he did not like to think about: “Where were you?!” Alisha had screeched the moment he stepped inside, leaning his bike against the wall by the front door. He had kicked off his shoes and headed straight for the couch, dumping the bag of cash on the table. They lived in a tiny apartment almost at the outskirts of the state. It was one of the more rundown areas of Amazonia and mostly neglected after an earthquake hit thirty years ago and they never really recovered. The area wasn’t dangerous by any means, just a little rough around the edges and that was enough to keep police and LPS away. At the same time, it was the perfect place to hide because the community was a reserved one. There was no making friends with neighbors but if help was needed, there would always be some, and it was obvious the Little and Amazon did not have the typical relationship. Many were aware that something fishy was going on but everyone had their secrets so they knew enough not to stick their nose where it didn’t belong and that worked for them. “I was prepared to drive into the city or send someone after you!” Alisha collapsed on the couch beside him. “What happened? You were supposed to be home over an hour ago.” He shrugged, still tingling with the sensation of her lips on his own. “I tried to speak to Dani but she had a little incident.” Her eyes narrowed. “What incident?” “A very brown and smelly one.” He recalls the way she tried to hide it, running out the door but the smell was like no other and he’d done that little waddle before more times than he could count. “Oh.” The Amazon’s face blanched. “Well, were you able to give her the message?” How could he when their mouths were a tad preoccupied? Of course, he doesn’t say that but responds instead, “she left before I had a chance to in an apparent rush. I chased after her but she was too quick.” Alisha grumbled something intelligible beneath her breath, hand pressed into her face. “Therese won’t be happy because this was our one shot. We’ll have to think of something else quickly.” Little Johnny Boy did his best to keep a composed expression, nonchalant and ignore the feeling of guilt eating him alive inside. If they found out about what he had done then they may never trust him on another mission again. He decided to change the topic. “On the bright side, I got the money.” “All seven - hundred fifty dollars?” She perked up and grabbed the bag of cash, dumping it out on the table. “Yep,” he said, popping the p. “That’s enough to cover both Bailey and Trina.” The government had raised the fee for the dimension crossing from one hundred Amazonian dollars to two - hundred and fifty dollars per Little, leaving a great many unable to afford it among numerous other ridiculous rules. That’s why little Johnny Boy was happy to whore his body out if that was what it took or else so many would be desperately stuck. Like Dani. He sighed into his hands and even if it was months until he saw her next, at least he still had one reminder. Her shoe. But that didn’t seem to count for much anymore. Meanwhile back in the present, Alisha was shaking her head. She ordered in a firm tone, “tell me everything. Right. Now.” And so he did, despite how painful it was. OoOoo “Please.” Little Johnny Boy whispered as it came to an end. Tentatively, his eyes flickered up to his mother for all intents and purposes. “Say something.” “What do you want me to say?” “I’m sorry - “ “I don’t want to hear it.” She waved him off, gazing over his shoulder at another picture that hung on the wall of the two of them. Her eyes flick back to him, gleaming with indescribable emotion. She breathes, “I have no words to describe how incredibly disappointed I am in you.” That caused him to wince, feeling a stinging pain in his chest. “When we first met, if you recall, I gave you the option to return to the Portal world. I saw how miserable you were here and I didn’t want that for you but you decided to stay and so we agreed to work together. You agreed to stay to save your fellow Littles, even if that meant the loss of your own freedoms. I thought that you were the most noble person I'd ever met in my entire life.” He’s crying now and sniffling softly, remembering that first confusing week as his fellow tour group members began to disappear one by one until it was only himself and a few others left. When he realized what was happening and why their Amazon tour guide wasn’t concerned in the slightest, he ran. Those two months on the street were pure hell, dodging every baby fevered Amazon, sleeping in alley's and eating out the trash. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could go when Alisha had found him, keeled over beside a dumpster. He was so weak with hunger that he didn’t notice as she picked him and brought him home. The two days after were fuzzy but when he awoke he was clean and warm, laying on a gigantic bed he’d never be able to easily get down from and in a pair of sweatpants, t-shirt and no diaper. Alisha had sat at the end of the bed, patiently waiting and it had been a great freight at first thinking of all the infantile things she'd do to ruin his life. However, that wasn’t the case and after a week with her, instinctively, he knew that she wouldn’t take advantage of him. It was only after that he learned who she was and what Littles, his people, faced in this strange new world. “What about human rights! Morality in people! I’m aware my world is fucked up but this place takes it to a whole new level!” He’d erupted in outrage for his fellow Littles, haplessly trapped in a permanent diapering and forced do-over of their childhood. Alisha nodded sympathetically allowing him to vent the frustrations for every trapped Little who was unable. “I understand where you are coming from. The world is not a fair place for so many people. That is why I am part of a secret organization. We work to rescue Littles and send either back or over to your dimension.” “My dimension?” He’d questioned. “Yes. Planet Earth.” Before she had explained the whole mission, it was important to understand the geography of this new planet. The only thing that had been lined out in the pamphlet was, “Come Discover a brand new world that expands your wildest expectations in the Dimension of Amazonia!” and the tour guide wasn’t much help. The Amazon had skirted around the topic of the shockingly diapered and pacified average size beings, leaving it up to them to figure out what the hell was going on. “There are four states but there used to be five in our dimension. The first is Amazonia, where I am the head of the Amazonian branch. The second state is Aqeuor, on the coast which is where the head of the operation resides and where our headquarters is; thirdly is the State of Le Montes in the east and Validus in the south.” Little Johnny Boy listened carefully, realizing that she had left something out. “What about the fifth state? What happened to that?” He was concerned when she didn't respond right away but in a whisper said, “we don’t talk about the fifth state.” The Amazon looked from the ground to her hands to back at him and must have seen that he wasn’t going to drop the subject. She sighed, “The fifth state was Jubilee and it was the ultimate Utopia for Littles. It was the state every Little dreamed of reaching. It was the land of no Amazons and human rights for Littles. No diapering or such things as ‘Maturosis’ . They didn’t have to live in fear and many Littles lived well into their old age, free.” Little Johnny Boy could hear a ‘but’ coming because nothing that perfect could last forever, and he was right. She continued, “Jubilee became the most powerful state in the dimension and us Amazons are prideful creatures so being stood up by Littles? That didn’t sit well with anyone.” She mused. “The Amazons decided that they’d had enough and invaded but they were in for a shock when the Littles actually fought back.” It was the bloodiest uprising and only mass casualty event of Littles that the dimension had ever faced and that Amazons liked to pretend had not happened, conveniently erasing the event from their history books. Those who participated in the uprising were not spared, not even granted the privilege of diapers. However, the so - called innocent were acquitted and gratefully allowed to spend the rest of their natural lives reliving the childhood they never were able to receive in such a corrupted state. “What about those who weren’t captured? The ones who escaped? Where are they?” Alisha had stared at him as he’d grown two heads. “No one escaped. They are either buried ten feet under or suckling from their Mommy’s tit.” His face turned pink but the Amazon ignored his reaction to her words. People these days were so sensitive. “Jubilee was absorbed into Validus effectively erasing the fifth state and any memory or living person from that time is either dead, nearly dead or tucked away in the crib and almost dead.” Little Johnny Boy supposed it was that moment, coupled with many other realizations as he recuperated that long week that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he abandoned his fellow Littles to such indignation. That is why he made a decision, not without a heavy heart that would change the course of his life. He had accepted the consequences and loss of freedoms that he had always taken for granted. It was more difficult than he could have imagined but eventually, as anyone would, you adapt. That’s why this came as a complete shock to himself and Alisha because after six years? Why now? The answer was glaringly obvious. “Are you happy here? With me?” She rushed to clarify. “I mean as happy as you can be given the circumstances?” He’s taken aback but his response is immediate. “Of course, I’m happy with you! If you hadn’t found me that day, who knows what would have happened to me.” That part is true and something the Little tried not to think about. He’d seen the malicious gleam in many Amazon’s eyes torturing Littles into their little play things and that could have been him. “I’ve tried my best to give you as normal of a life that is possible in this dimension but I know it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.” I am not enough. He read the unspoken words in her glimmering brown eyes. His heart lurched a beat and he shook his head in objection. “No! That’s not true! You’ve been amazing. You’ve given more than I can ask for. What are you saying - “ “But you don’t love me.” Love? He blinks. “Of course, I love you. I love you when you hold me right before bed. I love you when you make your amazingly gooey chocolate chip pancakes every Saturday and how you don’t tape my diapers too thick and try not to make a big deal when I’ve used them. I love the way you treat me like a person - “Johnny - “ “No.” He had to continue because the Little realized that with every word that he said, it was true. “I love you! You’re my - my Mommy and I… love… you.” “But you love her.” Her voice broke on the last word. “I love both of you.” “I know.” She smiled a sad smile, tears glistening in her eyes and Little Johnny Boy came to the realization that he had never seen her cry before. OoOoo It is a long second before, he leans forward as much as he can, reaching out his hand but she shakes her head and looked at him as if he was a dying man on his last breath. “You don’t belong in this world and it was stupid of me to entertain this fantasy for so long - “ “No - “ She holds up her hand. “Please. Let me talk. I want you to be happy and I mean really happy, not just content being some Amazon’s fake baby. This isn’t a life.” He knows what she is going to say but by this point, he was in too deep to have any rational thought and common sense to realize that this is what is best. That is what they should have been done six years ago. “You have the opportunity to be happy,” Alisha sucked in breath, almost bracing herself for an invisible impact, “with Dani.” With Dani? That’s not what he was expecting. Those are the words he’d been wanting to hear for the last months and finally if they were being acknowledged, why was he so sad? The answer was clear. “We will be sending her through the portal in two week's time,” she swallowed. “And you will go with her.” “But what about you!” He cried. “You said it wasn’t safe on my own - “ “It’s not,” She agreed. “At least in Amazonia. You don’t belong in this world just as I don’t belong in yours. We don’t belong with each other.” “But…” He didn’t know what else to say, how else to convince her to change her mind. A steely expression had darkened over her expression and the Amazon he’d come to love had disappeared. “Because of you, we are almost a month behind on our mission, Dani is no better than a baby and may never gain full functionality. I acknowledge that it would be cruel to keep you two apart so that is why you have my permission to be together in the portal world. She will need you just as you need her.” While Little Johnny Boy should have been happy that he was finally going home, with Dani, all he could do was weep because he’d never see his Mommy again. The end of the day came sooner than he would’ve liked. Most everyone stayed away from him after his two outbursts and the Amazon’s kept Dani and Johnny Boy carefully apart, following instructions from Alisha. It had taken him a while to stop crying, Shawn carrying him from her office and what hurt the most was that there were no smacks to his backside (not that he wanted a spanking) but that Alisha never forgave them without one. That meant she was angrier than he could ever realize. Or just disappointed. It was because he had lied to her and that is the one thing they promised they’d never do. Honesty was the foundation of any relationship. He watched solemnly from a distance as one by one each Little was picked up by the Amazon’s and a shadow of humiliation and despair hovered once again over the group. Abby was one of the last to come, a few minutes before five as she came barging in with the other Little dragged behind. Olivia. Little Johnny Boy quickly recalled her name and it seemed that they had all fallen to the same fate. He could see that she’d been sobbing and the saturated padding around her waist was definitely long overdue for a change. “Mama! Sissy!” Dani had squealed in delight, catching sight of the Amazon and Little at the doorway to the Daycare. She rolled herself to her knees, crawling the length of the carpet into the neurotic Amazon’s arms. “Oh, Mama missed you!” Dani was quickly lifted into the air, smushed against the woman’s breasts and clung onto the Amazon as if they had been a part for years. “How’d she do today? I hate to leave her for so long but work has me swamped! I just can’t keep up with these Little ones.” The Amazon talked a mile a minute, not even taking a breath and Alisha did not even attempt to hide the flat expression on her face. “Dani did great for her first day. Of course there were some ups and downs but who doesn’t have that?” “Oh, that’s good to hear. Mama and Sissy were missing Dani all day long. Isn’t that right, Pumpkin?” In an instant, Olivia was shoved forward between the two Amazons. Freezing under the intensity of their two looks, she stammers out, “y-yes Mommy.” She glances back down at the ground, hiding behind the Amazon’s leg attempting to make herself invisible. “As you can see, someone is a very shy girl. I think our next lesson will be on manners.” Next lesson? Olivia looked as if she were ready to argue back but after pausing for a moment, promptly shut her parted lips. “Yes, well there are only so much they can be taught.” They shoot each other a knowing look, sharing condescendingly, humiliating jabs at their Littlehood. The two aware Littles in the room blushed intensely knowing they could do nothing but be quiet and endure. “Are we still good for a play date?” Alisha brings up suddenly causing all three Little’s to tune in. Play date? Oh yes… the store. They’d made plans to meet in the following weeks. ”I’ll need to look at my schedule - ” “What about next Thursday?” “Thursday?” Abby repeats. “My sister has the girls that evening - ” “The following Thursday, then? I’d be happy to watch them and we can even have a sleepover! Wouldn’t that be fun, kids?” If Alisha’s insistence was found suspicious, Abby didn't react but then again she didn't notice a lot of things. The Amazon mulls over her offer for a silent period before responding, “you know, what? That sounds like a plan!” “Great!” Alisha exclaimed. “Two weeks it is then!” OoOoo Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Here is another chapter! I love and appreciate your reviews and they motivate me to keep writing, so please continue to do so! I also want to mention that I will be away for the next few weeks so unfortunately, there will be nothing posted until around the beginning of September. However, I do have like a million drafts of Diaper dimension one shots that I may clean up and post so stay tuned for those! In the meantime, happy reading! Thank you so much, you don’t know how much I appreciate your words! I try my best even if it’s not always perfect so stay tuned because there is much more to come!

I wouldn’t go as far as the Amazon’s having their diapers changed in public ahaha, that’s going a bit to far ahaha because wearing diapers for them is absolute punishment enough.

Chapter 15: “How bad is it?” Alisha asked, standing to the side of the exam table where the Little lay on her stomach. It was a wonder what a few plastic jingling keys could do, full-heartedly capturing her attention to the point she wasn’t aware of the poking and prodding. The room was tiny, a standard doctor's office with the exam table and wall lined with instruments. The only real difference was the strap that ran across her body at her waist and ankles keeping her from moving too much and accidentally falling off the edge. “It’s not too bad,” Doctor Morton sighed. “The biggest red flag is her bottom.” Lightly her gloved hands hovered over the tender flesh, doing her best not to use too much force. “You can see the spanking was recent, most likely this morning and no cream or any sort of aftercare was applied. Of course, you know that is the number one rule after a punishment.” Her bottom had certainly seen better days and Alisha just wished she could scoop her up and take her far away from that clueless cruel woman, but it wasn’t time. At another movement, the Littles attention was captured, her eyes raising to Alisha in front of her. “P-P-pu’ish ?” She stammered nervously and her bottom lip got stuck between her teeth. “Oh no sweetie,” she hushed, patting her back. “The nice doctor is here to help. No more owies!” She seemed distrustful, knowing there was still more to come. There always was at the doctors office. Bad shots and icky medicine that made her tummy feel gross and head fuzzy. “Doctor Morton is going to make you feel all better and then we can play! Did you see all the toys?” She gasps. “Howsy!” Dani gave a toothy grin, remembering the old wooden rocking horse that was situated in the corner. That seemed to be a favorite among Littles. She sat up slightly, still restrained by the strap and Alisha couldn’t deny that she was adorable. Littles would bring out the maternal and paternal instinct in every Amazon no matter what but there came a difference between the controlled and uncontrolled. You could either let yourself be ruled by the instincts or overcome. Alisha overcame, no matter how hard it was at times. Even more, she was an expert at distraction. Pulling around a chair and sitting by her head, she dangled the keys just slightly out of reach as the Little resumed the game, reaching out with grabby hands. She didn’t notice the crinkle of the package coming from behind or three tiny beeps as the thermometer was powered on and both Amazons knew this was the calm before the storm. The tip was coated in a thick lump of Vaseline because they had every intention of making this as smooth as possible. Alisha didn’t like to further humiliate the Littles but with those as young as Dani, getting them to keep an object in her mouth would be almost impossible. They knew because they’d tried before and if it couldn’t go in their mouth there was only one other way. “Dani, in a moment you are going to feel something a little funny. It won’t hurt but it will feel different…” The girl cocked her head to the side and eyebrows formed together. She was confused. “Owie?” ”No no,” the Amazon immediately shakes her head. “No owies. Just a funny feeling. A silly feeling.” They were only making the poor girl more confused and she tried to look behind but was unable to turn her head all the way. “No hurt. Ouch. Mama?” She looked around, desperately searching for the tall blonde Amazon. Her chest heaved up and down as worry marred her face. “Mama isn’t here, baby but Doctor Morton promises to be as gentle as possible. Only nice touches.” That didn’t help at all but they couldn’t continue to delay the inevitable. The girl was whining, afraid and Alisha did her best distracting her with the colorful plastic toys that jingled and jangled. The doctor shot her a look mouthing: three, two, one… and she wriggled the object between her cheeks, disappearing into her sphincter and Dani let out a shriek, instantly fighting back against the sudden intrusion. “You’re doing amazing, sweetie!” Alisha exclaimed, pressing down on her lower back with her large hands attempting to keep her as still as possible. “O-owie!” She screeched. For regressed Littles, the world was mostly black and white. Any unusual touch was equated with pain, they didn’t have the capacity to differentiate. They didn’t pause and think… what am I really feeling? She continued to sob, even after the object was removed not even a minute later. The naked Little was at her wits end, that much was certain and of course, she couldn’t hold back steady stream that came flowing out without notice. “Oh cra - crud.” Alisha caught herself last minute. It wasn’t as bad as could be. There was already an absorbent padding laid out beneath her as this always happened but still, it wasn't fun to deal with. “I think someone deserves a special treat for being such a big girl!” As soon as she said that, Dani paused. It always worked like a charm and also noticed the way Alisha called her a big girl and that was weird. Mama said she was her little girl. Maybe this Amazon was confused but she didn’t have time to dwell on the strange wording. There was a much more important topic at hand. “Twea’?” She lisped. From her pocket the Amazon pulls out a tiny carton with a picture of a black spotted cow. Immediately, Dani is practically salivating at the sight of the strawberry milk. Alisha pokes the straw through, grinning at the sight and holds up to her lips. She flails her arms eagerly, her cheeks sucking in with every gulp. “Ahhhh!” Dani squeals as it’s suddenly pulled away, still half full. “Mowe!” “You can have more after we’re done. We don’t want you getting a tummy ache. However, you have to continue to be a good girl.” Good girl? She can be that. Definitely. Only for the treat that was same color as her hair. “Goo’ giwl.” Dani repeats with certainty. The Little lived up to her promise, only flinching a tiny bit as the cool cream touched her sore skin. She was prepared to cry, tears brimming in her eyes when the coldness turned to a warmth and she realized it was soft. Nice touches. Happy noises sound from her lips and a new diaper was placed beneath her, between her lips and tapped at the sides. It was the same process as usually but this time, it felt different. The Amazons talked above her. “Her temperature is a bit higher than I’d like but given all the recent changes in the last weeks, she is bound to be stressed. Another thing are the scars on her bottom. They look to be from an old rash that wasn’t cared for right away. I’ll be making a note of all these in her file and we should continue with daily check ups just so we don’t miss anything.” Alisha is silently fuming, wondering how some Amazons are so careless. “Is that all?” “Mostly, yeah. I’ve also switched her to the Puffer’s Delights diapers. They’re a tad thinner than the thick ones she’s been wearing and allows her to walk without a waddle. Of course, that’ll take some getting usd to but overtime as she becomes used to the changes we’ll switch her to pullups and try the toilet.” “How long do you think that’ll take? You know the group was wanting her through the portal by the end of this week.” “This week?” The doctor all but laughs. “We’ll be lucky if she’s not shitting her pants by the end of the month. Reading her file from Aequor Etiquette School, they really fu - messed up her mind and body. Sometimes, it is impossible to bring them back - “ “No.” Alisha cut her off with a growl, her voice hard. Glaring at the gray - haired doctor, she said through gritted teeth, “we need her. Our entire purpose has been centered around her. We can’t just give up - “ ”I’m not telling you to give up but I’m suggesting that you don’t set your hopes so high. You know how strict the dimension patrol is. One sign that the Little is regressed in any way or is showing signs of regression, it’s game over. They’ll have her carted off to the nearest daycare and we will all be implicated. Is that what you want?” It’s silent and wearily the Little’s eyes flit back and forth the two Amazons, tasting the hostile air. ”That’s what I thought.” The doctor said. “Give it a month at least - “ ”Two weeks.” ”What?” “We can have her mental facilities aged considerably with the new technology - “ “Are you talking about the Beatles?” The doctor's voice raises an octave in disbelief. “They aren’t even out of the testing stage yet. Moving too quickly can leave her stuck fluctuating between headspace and damage her brain even further and then she won’t be useful at all -“ ”I wouldn't expect you to understand.” Alisha let out a tired laugh. “You’re here for one reason only and it is not in the interest of these Littles.” “Well you are not the one being blackmailed.” Alisha ignores the doctor, responding instead, “I’m going to the Movie room where we will be waiting for you to start. I needn’t remind you what will happen if you disobey.” They exit the room in a flash, the Little tailing behind the tall Amazon, attempting to keep up with her long strides and Dani realizes with a startle that she can actually walk. There’s no awkward waddle and her thighs almost touch. Of course though, she had to jinx it. Her feet work on overdrive and she takes a tumble, just barely hitting the ground because two quick hands grab her at the last minute. “Pway?” She asks, pointing towards the direction of the sound that came from other Littles. “Yes, darling. We’re going to play an extra special game but not over there. This is something new that you have never played before.” ooOoo A memory replayed her mind, full of static and kept going in and out like an old television and it would be so much easier if she could just get a remote and change the channel. The harder she focused on the picture in her mind, her forehead would ache more and more. However, it wasn’t all ineligible. Very faint voices as if they were millions of miles away muttered something about beetles as she listened from above. Dani was afraid, hiding in a dark place with no light. No Mama. No Sissy. Dani didn’t like this. Not one bit. She can feel her eyes begin to fill with tears wanting to escape this awful, cold dark room and never return. She wants to push the vision from her mind and make it so it’s just a figment of her imagination. Not real. But it is and she can’t ignore the fact. “No no. Ouchie. Ow. Hurts.” She uses all the words she can to express her misery in the situation and if Mama was here, she would have swooped in with her big arms and scooped her up and placed wet and sloppy kisses all over her face. She would make the bad pictures in her mind go away. But Mama wasn’t here so she was on her own. They were in another room now. A dark room and the building was bigger than it looked on the outside. Reclined back on this leather chair like you use at the dentist, restraints tightened around her ankles and wrists. Next came the forehead and when she tried to raise her head to look around, she couldn’t. A second pair of footsteps entered the room. The doctor grimaced down at her before turning to the other Amazon. “It’s my duty to inform you that we are conducting this procedure against medical advice. Do you still wish to proceed?” “Yes.” The respond came through gritted teeth. The Amazon then says to her, “don’t worry, Dani. You won’t feel a thing. This will be over soon and you can play with your friends.” That’s what she’d said before in the clinic and that has been a nightmare. Dani, even with her brain full of mush, knew better than to blindly trust her word. But the cry that sat at the top of her tongue would never have a chance to come out because suddenly she was stuck with something sharp. There was no opportunity to dwell on the sensation as her eyes began to flutter, heavy under the influence of this unknown substance. However, before her eyes closed she saw a flash of these two metal devices in the doctors hands that resembled an insect with these two long wires like antennas and a sharp pointed end. Her eyes shut then and the Amazons moved in unison, powering on the gadgets and with a buzzing sound, stuck them to each side of her forehead and there was the tiniest prick to her skin, cemented in place. Meanwhile, as the world closed in around her, when sleep should have greeted her peacefully, there was another scene in place. Confusing. Weird. As quick as she was in the dark room, suddenly here she was standing in a house. Cozy and inviting it takes a moment to set in that there are people in front of her. A family all the same size. Little like her except the smallest girl was even tinier It was like flipping through a book. Quick, sporadic images that were bright and vibrant with color swirled around her. There was the echo of a laugh, a faceless child taking her first steps and the parents clapping cheerfully, beaming wide. Then comes her first word, “Mama” which made the woman cry tears of joy and it could have been days for all she knew, going through this scrapbook of the early years of the stranger’s life and the milestones made. Dani can feel herself worrying. Her teeth gnaw across her bottom lip while watching from the sidelines as months of the potty song and endless bribes of sugary candy payed off and a tiny tinkle sounds into the plastic potty. The girl in the memory looks up suddenly at her ecstatic parents and gives a silly grin. Suddenly, her head turns, red curls bouncing with movement and stares to the side. Dani wonders what she is looking at, glancing around herself but the child remains motionless. She continues to stare and when Dani looks back again, for the first time she can see with clarity. The nothingness has morphed from a blank slate to a face. Her face. Dani lets out a shriek and the child laughs. It’s her but she’s tinier and on the potty which is a big no-no. Dani tries to run, finding her way through the suddenly familiar halls because instinctively she knew that this was her home. Her house. The front door is just in sight. A few feet away and closing her eyes, she jumps over the threshold and landed on the other side. Letting out a deep breathe, she immediately inhales excepting to smell the the fresh outside air - but wait. Something isn’t right. Opening her eyes, instead of standing on the creaky wooden boards of her front porch, she is back in the kitchen. The table is full with other kids and at the very end, there she sits with a sparkly pointed hat around her head and a large chocolate cake. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Dani, happy birthday to you!” They all sang, slightly off pitch but with much enthusiasm. Walking around the table, Dani watches as in horror as the child leans forward to blow out the flickering candle in the shape of a number six. There are cheers and the woman behind the chair reaches forward to take the candle. A man takes pictures with a camera and a few other adults help to pass around plates and cut the cake. Dani cannot disguise her shudder as the child reaches for the pink plastic fork, taking the first bite and no bib. Why was she using that? Mama said they were too little for such grown up tools. Little girls just need their hands, a bib and high chair to eat in order to keep them safe and clean. Nothing about this was normal. This child, herself, was acting like… like… a big girl! Horror struck, Dani needed to get out of here. She needed to escape and get back to reality so once again, she backs out of the kitchen and makes her way to the door, hoping to wake up from this horrible nightmare. It’s silent. No more noise or singing. Maybe she’s done it. Maybe she is awake - “That’s it, darling! You can do it! You’re almost to Daddy!” Oh no. Her heart sinks, taking in the scene around her. There is snow on the ground, just a light dusting and they are outside in the street. From outside the house, she can see a tall tree with sparkling lights through the window and red and green to tinsel hangs along the porch. Standing in the driveway, she watches as the same girl wobbles down the street on a two wheeled bicycle towards her father waiting just a few feet away. Her heart is in her throat, thinking about all the possible ways to get hurt and knows Mama would never let her do something so dangerous. Jolly jumpers were the way to go. They were both fun and a way to get in some exercise. “Yaaay!” Screams of joy sound out as she makes it without falling to her dad. “Good job, baby, your first big girl bike! Santa knew you were ready!” So it was Christmas. Huh. But it had just been her birthday and that was in September when Mama saved her and she definitely wasn’t six years old and there was absolutely no snow on the ground. However, taking a closer look at the family, she realizes that the child is different. Her hair is past her shoulders and she has grown. “I bet none of the other seven year olds in school can ride a bike like you can!” The dad praised in a booming voice. Seven? Her eyes widened. She had just turned six! How had a year passed already? Wait no - seven years! That couldn’t be. Dani was just a baby. That’s what Mama always said. She thinks she’d know if she was seven years old because that’s a big age for such a tiny girl. Dani chalked this up to be a terrible nightmare about the dangers and risks of being a big girl. Yes. That’s right. The scary fire so close to her face, dangerous utensils and death machine destined to cause injury. And don’t even get her started on the potty… That is why the familiar smell of the lavender scented house, the mothers eyes crinkling at the corners when she laughed and fathers safe presence was just a figment of her imagination. None of that was real. It was just an awful twisted dream. She could breathe better now. Dani follows the trio inside, up the stairs and into the house as she’s hit with the scent of sugar cookies. The girl strips out of the heavy winter jacket, peeling off her gloves and knee pads and arm pads and takes off for the living room. As Dani tries to follow, a sudden bright lights stab through her vision. She blinks, rubbing her eyes as a fuzzy haze takes over and she’s floating away. Drifting further and further as the sound of Christmas music echoes in the distance. Gone. Suddenly then, she’s back. Gasping for air. Breathe. Breathe. In and out. In and out. Bright lights. Too bright. She lifts her hands to cover her eyes but she can’t move. Ugh. Something was weird. Different. She’s back. But back from where? Her mind is fuzzy. Everything is hazy. She is sleepy - no - hungry - wait - she really can’t tell. Dani can’t remember anything but she does know that she is very wet from the flood in her underpants sloshing, sloshing, sloshing. There is movement and a hand reaching out towards her head. She looks up. The hand freezes. Stops. Frozen. Smiling. A smile on her face. The woman says, “Dani?” Her voice is soft. “Do you remember me?” Another person stands in the room on the other side. The doctor. She looks back and forth between them. No words come from her mouth. Quiet. Mama likes a quiet girl. No talking. She whimpers. “The effects of hypnosis will take a bit to settle in. Her brain is trying to work through the new changes and you know it is a different kind than we usually use, more invading and personal.” ”But she seems okay?” “As good as can be expected. Again, we are only in the early stages. Give it a few hours to see her reaction before we start on session two.” — — — — Berry, A Observation Notes Session #: 1 Date: August 31, 2024 Time of Day: 09:30 am - 10:30 am (one hour session) Primary Observer: Alisha Barry Secondary Observer: Doctor Sara Morton Subject: Daniella Brady Purpose: Reverse previous hypnosis ; Restore biological, mental and physical functions Test Administered: Subject inserted with the Beatles which includes an injection of hallucinatory acid into subject’s Hippocampus triggering repressed memories. Physical Observations: The subject was brought to the testing room at 09:25 am. She is a Little whose height is 4 '8 and weighs 130 lbs. Regressed, the subject’s age is 12 months old and biologically is 22 years old. Due to this information, the subject was injected with a light dose of anesthesia and after, two doses of the Hallucinatory Acid. Down below is a detailed timeline of subsequent activities: 09:28: Subject is injected with anesthesia intravenously. 09:29: Anesthetic has set in and the subject is asleep. 09:30: Two Beatles are placed on both sides of the subject's forehead and liquid is injected. 09:30:58: Subject inhales a large breath, hands clench together and she exhales. 09:35: Subject lightly tugs against the restraints. Her complexion has paled and eyebrows furrowed together. 09:43: Subject ceases struggle against restraints. A tear dribbles down her cheek and whimpers. The subject appears distressed. Behavior will continue to be noted. 09:50: Subject has stopped crying. 10:05: Subject’s heart rate is slightly elevated however is being monitored. 10:12: Subject gasps and attempts to shake her head however is stopped by the restraint. 10:15: Subject flinches and wets their diaper. 10: 20: Subject’s heart rate has increased significantly. Doctor Sara injects a calming agent. 10: 24: It is time to wake the subject up. Beetles have been released and IV undone. 10: 27: Subject’s breathing pattern is slightly scattered. Eyes flutter three times. Subject moans. 10: 28: Subject sucks in a large breath and body tenses dramatically. 10:30: Subject opens their eyes and is awake. 10:31: Subject appears disoriented, tugging against restraint. 10:32: Efforts were made to speak to the Subject but she was unable to communicate back. This is a continuous project and Subject’s behavior will continue to be monitored over the next five hours for any negative or positive effects from the session. Side effects to look out for: Urinary hesitancy, constipation, extreme mood swings, drowsiness, regression in speech and mobility, disorientation, seizures, and excessive drooling. If no significant side effects are observed, the second session will proceed tomorrow: Signed, Alisha Berry Dr. Sara Morton Observation complete: 11:00 OoOoo Boing! Dani giggles. Boing! Boing! Her hair is long and curly. Brown like the color of her eyes. She tugs and tugs. The girl laughs, her heart face kind and lips rosy pink and doesn’t pull her hand away. “I’d love to play with you all day but don’t you want to make some friends?” Friends? Dani gasped and looked around. Everything was so small from way up high. She pressed her face into the young Amazon’s large bosoms. Soft and comfy like Mama. Mwah, Mwah! Her lips smacked together. Drooling and staring. Tugging. Hungry again. The morning bottle was not enough. Not nearly as filling as suckling straight from the source. Ahhhh. She cried out suddenly. A cloth wipes at her chin and she grumbles, turning her head to the side. Milky. She tugs again on the shirt. “No Dani.” The young Amazon says firmly. “You’re here to be a big girl - “ She didn’t like that word. A cry breaks from her tiny body, screeching throughout the room. Everybody stops and stares. “You will have lunch like everyone else very shortly.” The Amazon finished, calmly explaining. “Now, would you like to make some friends?” No. She wouldn’t. But it seemed she didn’t have a choice. Dani sucked on her thumb as she was lowered to the ground but she couldn’t seem to make her legs worked. The Little allowed herself to tumble to the ground and crawled the length of the rug, unnerved by the fact the cloud like clothing around her bottom hardly made a crinkle. But never mind that as she heads for the puppet theater and the Amazon trails behind. The two boys with puppets on their hand spot her coming and without a word, immediately scamper away. Next, the girl’s at the craft table do the same, giggling to each other behind covered hands. The Amazon frowns, hands on her hips and Dani can’t understand why one wanted to play with her. She can feel her lips begin to wobble, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes as she sits defeated in the center of the room. However, before she can begin to cry, a voice chimes, “Dani?” A boy has run over. His superhero shoes light up and he’s in jean shorts and a red onesie. The puff is just noticeable around his lower half, peeking out at the top of his pants. “D’ya remember me? My name is John. You probably know me as Little Johnny Boy. We met at the pa - store the other day.” He corrects himself with a blush. She stares back, eyes narrowed in concentration. The boy seems suddenly uncertain, looking up to the Amazon. “It’s ok, Johnny.” She said much to chagrin as he blushed a deep red. “Kerry, I told you not to call me that.” He muttered in embarrassment. “You’re so adorable when grumpy.” She simply laughs and turns to Dani. “Don’t be shy, sweetie. Little Johnny just wants to be friends.” No one else seemed to and even in her regressed state, Dani instinctively knew when she wasn’t wanted. But this boy didn’t run away. Instead, he plopped down on the carpet next to her. The Amazon looked on in awe, so desperately wishing she could take a picture of this adorable moment. “C-can we have some time alone?” Little Johnny boy suddenly looks up, self-conscious of the towering Giant beside them. Kerry may have been on their side but still, he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. “I - I suppose,” the Amazon could hardly contain her disappointment. “I’ll be around so just give me a shout if you need me.” Thank god. He breathed out a sigh of relief as she walked away. “Kerry is nice if not a bit overbearing at times but then again that’s most of the Amazon’s here. I bet you are wondering though why they are so… so… casual?” He struggled for the right word. He wasn't sure if she even understood a word he said but Little Johnny Boy had taken it upon himself to ensure Dani was informed and had at least one friend. He often blamed himself for the state she was in now because if he’d only revealed everything during their first encounter, they could have run away from the party and brought her to Alisha. They knew she was going to be at the party beforehand. It wasn’t a coincidence that her friend Olivia chose him, however, his instructions were clear from the start. He was to make contact with her and secure a stable connection but he hadn’t counted on how beautiful she would look. It was the way she swung her hips in that little red dress and it drove him absolutely crazy every time she flipped her hair over her shoulder, and the sound of her laugh, ringing out like bells; and her perfect lips hovering just above his, kissing his, her hands trailing down his front. He hadn’t counted on falling in love with the girl and it was easy to forget that he was still a man and Dani was… she was everything. Of course, though he couldn’t tell Alisha. Although they shared a great many things with each other, some more personal than he’d prefer, these feelings and thoughts were his alone. At the end of the night when all he had left was her shoe, he combed through every decision he’d made that night, wishing they’d had more time or what he would have done differently. But now, here they were. They’d met again, several times now, just not in the way it should have been. But then again, what ever went to plan? He continued to talk, not really caring if she understood or not but because he just needed a distraction from the ache in his heart. “Every Little here is either semi-regressed or completely lucid. This place isn’t a real Daycare, at least not in the traditional sense and the Amazon’s are in on it. You’ve met Alisha, of course and Tricia at the front desk and I assume you were taken to Doctor Morton.” he said with bitterness. Dani’s face crumpled at the sound of her name. So she was listening, kind of. That was good to know. He laughed without humor. “Doctor Morton is no one’s favorite and I’m not supposed to know this,” his voice lowered to a whisper, “but I overheard Alisha talking and apparently at the Doctor’s old job she was fabricating Little’s medical reports. You probably don’t remember the story but it was huge four years ago - the Little snatching scheme. Apparently, the LPS were taking Littles without any proof of ‘Maturosis’” he rolled his eyes, “and getting paid under the table by the Department of Littles and Families Care because they needed to increase the number of adoptions. Anyways, Doctor Morton comes into it because she was creating these false reports basically corroborating the LPS’ stories and getting a portion of the money for every Little sent to the adoption centers.” There was nothing Amazonia valued more than law and order, especially surrounding their most perceived vulnerable population. The rules were in place for a reason, mostly to prevent an uprising from occurring in regards to Littles’ protections such had occurred in numerous other states. However, no one was fooled. They were protected enough that they couldn't argue against any major inequalities and it kept a majority of the Amazons pacified. However, if they were taken by an Amazon, it was their own fault. The laws were very simple in that if you behave like an adult, you will be protected under the law as such. However, the laws were strict and it was all lined out in the Little’s Protection Act - something all Little’s had memorized from the time they were young. That is why the scheme was so scandalously received. It had nothing to do with Little’s rights but the stability the state was founded on and known for. Littles and Amazons rose in protest, though on very opposite viewpoints. It was decided that Littles taken in part of the scheme who were of sound mind and bodily function would be freed from captivity and, oh, the outrage that caused. It could be seen as a win for Littles at first glance but the point was moot. Less than half were saved, the damage already long done and the small percentage that were, would end up back in the nursery not even a month later. “However, that wasn’t all,” Little Johnny Boy continued, lost in the story. “Just as the laws are clear for Littles, they are also for Amazons but they’d never been enacted so publicly before. The Amazon’s involved were sentenced and punished and you would never believe with what … diapers.” He grinned evilly and it was something no Little would ever forget. The Diaperers turned Diapered. Oh how the tables had flipped. “Some were sentenced to six months and others to six years and even longer! Plus, the government appointed state caregivers to each Amazon to ensure they properly fulfill their punishment. Anyways, going back to the Doctor. News was that she was facing a twenty year suspension of her medical license and diapering when suddenly, all the charges were dropped and that was because of Alisha. Her brother was one of the agents on the case but also works for the Underground. As far as I know, we needed our own medical professional because we had lost the last one and Doctor Martin is one of the best in the field so Alisha decided to do something crazy. A deal was made that in exchange for having all the charges dropped and medical license reinstated, she would work undercover for the operation. Of course she took it because if there is one thing that woman is, it is prideful. She wouldn’t have survived, diapered and jobless… complete humiliation. Everything she’d worked so for would be ruined.” There is so much more to say but it’s clear the girl has checked out, currently rolling around on the ground, playing with her toes as if they were the most entertaining thing in the entire world. Kerry appears not even a moment later. She smiles brightly at the two of them. “Whatcha y’all doing?” The information he shared wasn’t exactly a known fact. The doctor’s name had never been released like some of the others so she was here incognito. Quickly, he came up with a different, semi-true story. “I was just telling Dani about everyone! I thought she should know who everyone is.” “That’s very nice of you,” Kerry praised. “Did you tell her I’m your favorite?” “You mean one of my favorites? I think Shawn may have you beat.” She gasped in feigned shock, holding a hand to her heart but wasn’t serious. There were times where Little Johnny Boy did genuinely like the Amazon because the girl was a walking ray of sunshine but always seemed to forget they weren’t actually babies. She cared for them and was valuable to the organization, he’d give her that, but she was just like every other Little-Saviour. They are an ally until the most adorable Little they will ever lay their eyes on will appear and that’ll be that. However, still, he along with everyone else didn’t have it within their hearts to hurt the girl’s feelings. She was too sweet and utterly ignorant so they indulged her treatment but only her. Any other Amazon would have gotten a stern rebuke by now. “Anyhow, I spy with my eyes, two very hungry Littles! Who’s ready for lunch? Today is grilled cheese and apple slices!” They allow the Amazon to drag them to the table where plates of food are just about laid out and it wasn’t taken for granted how everything was little sized. Although the room was staged to be an actual daycare and the less-aware did indulge in the many toys, it was mainly a space of discussion for planning escape as it was the only time they had away from their caretakers. It had all been planned intentionally to trick the unsuspecting into the ruse and for the random inspections by the Littles’ Safety and Health board. However, there were those who still got pissy over it and couldn’t seem to understand the fact that there was still the very real threat of being found out. They couldn’t all win in life. That’s why Little Johnny Boy glowered at the eight other Little’s at the table. They wanted to be adults yet acted like children, huddling away from the newest addition of the group as if she was a contagious disease. The disease of babyhood. Little Johnny Boy really did do his best to keep his anger in check but it was Daisy’s lip curling in disgust as crumbs coated Dani’s face and front side that set him off. “Are you serious?” He erupted, glaring vehemently at the rosy cheeked, blue eyed Little. Everyone jumps in surprise before watching eagerly between the two of them. “You look like a freakin Gerber Baby and no amount of pretending can fix that plastic surgery. What are you gawking at?” If possible, she blushes even harder and tries to speak but her plump pink lips freeze in place. She’s speechless. It had become a trend, a fad, to create Little’s into dolls. Literally. Lips plumped, botox, cellulite and bleached hair with a fresh coat of makeup every day, their main purpose was to sit there and look pretty. The perfect Victorian child only achieved by plastic surgery. The once fifty-five year old woman turned three year old girl was gorgeous with her stunning big blue eyes in a creepy doll sort of way because it wasn’t a normal shade of blue but a vibrant wish-washy shade created by blurry contacts. Plus, don’t even get him started on how obsessed her mommy was with lace. Her pink dress was full of frills and socks white and spotless in her black mary-janes. You’d think she was going to afternoon tea rather than a messy daycare. That is why it was a bit ironic given the state of herself that she would judge another. “And you Tallulah,” he sneers at the Sissy boy beside Daisy who had switched his name back to Tom. His fucking hard on didn’t fool anyone pointlessly disguised by the diaper, dressed in the gingham checkered black and white dress and rainbow Barrett’s in his too long hair and if you looked close enough, you could the scaring from months of laser treatment to get rid of the stubble on his chin. “Tell me, how’s life with the ladies? Do you have tea parties and gossip over the cutest boy at daycare? You are a girls-girl, aren’t you? At least that is what your mommy has turned you into but no one chases after you like Jimmy. Isn’t that right?” He focuses on his next target, nothing stopping him now and he hasn’t felt this good in a while. Speaking his mind. Taking control. The spiderman dressed, Jimmy widens his eyes in shock. He’s not surprised by the statement but hadn’t expected to be targeted. “Jimmy is potty trained. Jimmy is mature. Jimmy has pretty hair and Jimmy this and Jimmy that and blah blah blah!” He mocked the sound of the girls voices swooning over the Little just barely out of pull-ups. His dick was small too, he’d seen it during potty time. It didn’t make sense what the women saw in him. “If I don’t recall,” he turned to the next Little, “you called out for your mommy during nap time and Stevie can’t go an hour without being forced to put down his stuffed animal. Do I need to start on Ruthie?” The girl nearly burst into tears. “We’re all fucked in the head - “ “Language!” A voice cried. He didn’t care. “- but just because Dani is a little more fucked doesn’t mean we need to treat her like an outcast. She’s a Little, just like us, who needs our support and friendship. We were in her place once and some still are,” glancing at the dazed Tilly, “and you wouldn’t want to be alone. Would you?” The answer is no. None of them would have survived without a friend, a shoulder to cry on. His point seems to have made it across. Or at least they don’t argue his objection. He doesn't know which is better. “If you’re getting out of this freaking dimension, you all need to start acting like a team or else you’ll be back to where you started… and you don’t want that.” The room is thick with tension and is silent to the point where you can hear a pin drop. Kerry sighs and she nods across to Shawn, the other teacher, knowing it was best to let him handle this situation. Boy talk was not her area of expertise as it was clear with every flustered glance he gave a shocked Dani every few seconds. OoOoo Author’s Note: Hey all! As promised, here is another chapter! I love and appreciate your reviews so much so please continue, it motivates me to keep writing! I will try to post again soon but until then, happy reading! Oh, Olivia hasn’t been forgotten trust me on that and Dani will always find a way to get her way for sure! Things are certainly more tricky for Olive which we will get her scoop on everything soon! Thank you!

Chapter 14: Poke. Squelch. Hmmm. Dani frowns. Her eyes go back and forth. Poking once, poking twice. Squelch. Squelch. Back and forth. It’s like a game. Who is more wet? Of course, Dani is. Tiny noises, little grunts and a lot of snzzzs come from Sissy, unmoving as she continues to poke her diaper. Dani had never had a sleepover but if they were this fun then she wanted one every night! Mama said Sissy was a bad girl and that’s why she wore the naughty diapers but Dani believed everyone could be good. They just needed a helping hand and for some reason Olive made her feel weird things. Like when her heart went bu-bump, bu-bump, bu-bump a bunch of times and her cheeks felt all warm and tingly she became more clumsy than usual. But she liked Olive… a lot. Mama said they were sisters and she'd never had one before. She wondered if they all slept this long and made such funny noises. Maybe she should wake Sissy up, Dani thought.Mama didn’t like grumpy babies and the new light in the room always brought out her not so nice mood. Dani didn't want her to get another spank. She pokes again the juicy padding. Still wet. Same as before. Only wet. Oh no. Dani knows this isn’t good. You can't just do one. Tinkles are very good but making poo-poos are the best, especially big and messy ones. You can bounce and bounce and bounce because the messier the better. That means you are a good little girl. Mama’s best girl Arghhh. Sissy makes a noise and rolls over to her stomach. Snzzz. Again? Dani huffs. Mama will be here soon. She always came when the sun was up again and her eyes were very sleepy. She has to wake Sissy up. Mama didn’t like grumpy babies. Poke. Hehehe. Her cheek is soft. Ughhh. “Sissy?” Her voice is tiny and quiet. Poke. Poke. Sissy grumbles. “Wake up.” No response. Dani frowns. “Sissy?” She tries again. Maybe she was sick. Mama would want to know. Maybe that's why she hasn’t gone poo. She gnaws on her bottom lip. Ouch. It stings. Dani reaches for her paci, clipped to the front of her sleeper and sticks it in her mouth. Suckling. Calm. Mama. She wants Mama. She wants to call for her but that’s naughty. Good girls wait for Mama. Good girls are patient and quiet. Quiet. Dani learned that the hard way. But something was wrong with Sissy. Her eyes stayed closed. Dani knew she had to do something. Hmmmm. She thought. What could she do? The bars were too high to jump and her legs were always shaky in the morning.Mama would hold her and sing and she’d get her milkies and all would be well. But Mama wasn’t here yet. She usually was. Her heart fluttered. Throat felt funny. Gulp. Dani swallowed. Still, there was a feeling. “Sissy?” She whimpered. “Sissy, wake. Sissy, pease.” Dani looked around, helpless. The Little wondered if she could get out. It was a big no-no but Dani didn’t know what else to do. Making fists, she holds onto the bars. Her legs wobbled but she didn’t let go, slowly pulling herself up to her feet. Too high to go up. No way to go down. But maybe… she could go through. The bars jiggled as she pulled. Jiggle. Jiggle. She pulled again. Olive turned. Still not awake. Dani knew this was naughty. The thoughts in her head. Bad. Ouch. Hurts. She rubs her forehead. Thinking is bad. Scary. It’s what she did when they saw Little Johnny Boy. She knew him but she didn't and her stomach made a funny feeling that she didn’t like. It wasn't good to be like that so she turned away, putting him out of her mind. This was the same. Dani couldn’t get out but she couldn’t stay quiet. She had to help Sissy. “Mama!” She squeaks, softly and hesitant. Afraid. Quiet as a mouse. “Mama?” Her tone turns upwards, questioning. Worry starts to eat her alive. No response. Sissy won’t wake up and, and… she can’t take it anymore. “MAMA!” Finally she wails. The dam breaks free and her chest heaves up and down. She tries to breathe. In and out. In and out. Breathe. Mama gone. Mama missing. “Wha -” suddenly, beside her the once still girl jerked awake, popping up in a daze. Dani falls back on her puffy butt. Squish. Eyes open. Wide and big. “Sissy!” she exclaims in relief. “Dani what are you yelling about?” Olive grumbles, rubbing her sleepy eyes. “Sissy ‘wake!” is all she can say. “Yes, I’m awake,” Olive rolled her eyes. “I got no sleep because of this stupid diaper. I was in pain all night.” Sleep. Diaper. That’s what she understands. And stupid. Dani shakes her, frowning. “Dats a naugh’y word. Nahw poss ta’ say.” “It’ll be fine, Dani.” The Little isn’t so sure. She frowns. “I’m sorry, I scared you. I was just very sleepy.” “Sweepy?” “Yes. I had a long night but I’m happy we’re together. It’s been a while since we’ve had a sleepover but that was in a real bed. Not this cage.” Dani doesn’t understand why she’s pouting. Was she sad? She doesn’t understand. “Uck,” Olive sat up, rubbing her head. “I’m all wet. It’s so gross and I didn’t even feel myself pee. How can you stand it?” Dani was silent, watching her mouth move, trying to understand the way her lips formed the words. “Wet?” she questioned. She understood that but she had to make her understand her. “No mess.” Dani states firmly. “Poo good. Mama happy.” “Wha…” her mouth falls open. “Are you telling me to shit myself?” Dani’s face scrunched up, wrinkling her nose and shaking her head. Naughty language. Potty talk. Oh, Mama wouldn’t like that. Nuh-uh! ”B-bad!” She squeals in shock. “Naughty word!” Olive rolls her eyes. “I’d be laughing if this wasn’t so sad and Carly wouldn’t believe it. You remember, Carly right? Our friend.” The confusion is clear on her face. Nothing. Nada. The name doesn’t ring a bell nor does she ask who it is. Olivia looks down before looking up and then down again at her fidgeting hands and sodden padding on her bottom. She breathes deeply. “I’m going to do this for you, Dani and definitely not for that freakazoid Giant. I don’t like seeing you worry.” The words are an echo, ping ponging around in her mind unable to land and therefore not making much sense. But somehow, Dani knew what she was saying. She just did. Olive sighs. “Maybe… maybe can you turn around? Not look at me? This is incredibly awkward.” There was nothing awkward about this, Dani thought. They were only Little and it was natural to potty anytime and all the time. That made you a good girl. The Little frowned but still she obeyed. Dani followed the girl’s instruction to turn her body, her back now facing Olive. It was silent for a moment and the heavy breathing started and itty bitty grunts. She groans. “Ughh!” And a smell hits her nose. Good girl. Mama will be happy. She beams, ear to ear and almost, as if she were waiting behind the door, it opens not even a second later and there the Amazon stands. “Mama!” Dani squeals. Pulling herself up once again, her arms raise up, up, up. It had been too long. Too dark even with the nightlight and Dani knew that light brought fun. Light brought another day. “Someone’s wide awake!” Hehehe. Dani giggles and drool dribbles down her chin. She doesn’t notice. “Hmmm,” She has a funny face and her finger taps her chin. “Do I smell one dirty diaper or two?” Silly Mama. Dani beams, excitedly pointing at her red-faced friend turned sister. “Sissy make poo!” “Oh, I can see that!” She pulls back the padding eliciting a shreik from the surprised girl. Dani had been excited about their ‘sleepover’ last night. The crib was big enough for the both of them to sleep comfortably and she didn’t take any heed to Olivia’s grumbles. She was just being silly. Mama said she came from a world where she had too many big girl jobs and it was scary. Sissy just had to get used to being Little just like she had and then she’ll come to see how fun it is. Mama knows everything. They never had to think again. Mama would make sure they are happy and safe and always have a clean diaper. Life was perfect. If only she could convince Olive. “Now, who’s to change first?” Dani watches as Sissy shrinks back against the bars, hopelessly attempting to disappear from sight. Mama says after a pause, “I think we’ll go with Dani first. Can you be a good girl and show Sissy how it’s done?” The Little squeals at the sound of ‘good girl’. She can definitely be a good girl. She always tries to be at least. OoOoo The little girl couldn’t have been any happier even obediently sitting through almost fifteen minutes of rough tugs on her hair until they were pulled very tight into two pink ribboned ponytails. The girls were matching in their pink poofy sparkly tutus that Dani had chosen especially for them at the store yesterday. Little Olive on the other hand couldn’t have been more mortified. She wore black. An occasional gray. But mainly black. She did not wear pink. Pink is what stupid regressed Littles wore. They were held on each hip, freshly padded and dressed and the Amazon hummed a happy tune herself, relieved that the diaper change had gone smoothly. The Little was ever rewarded with a waddle diaper that she looked just too adorable in. They moved in an apparent hurry and Olivia realized for the first time that Abby was fully dressed, in a black pantsuit and heels that could not have been comfortable. She looked exquisite… disgustingly so, especially compared to them. “Hungyyy!” Dani whined, tugging at her blouse as her face crumpled up. She was silenced quickly by a large bottle pulled from a pocket of a very full bag. There were two on the ground by the front door with their names embroidered in sparkling cursive on the side. “Mama is running late which means we all are.” She huffed, slipping shoes onto both of their feet. The annoyed growl from Olive at not being able to do such a simple action by herself earned a scathing look. She quickly went silent knowing those punishment diapers and gag were just in the next room. Dani gives a hesitant suckle, still glowering and brows furrowed together. The sign of another approaching tantrum. “Baby, it’s still Mama's milk just not the way we usually do.” The girl didn’t care. In one swift motion she’s thrown the bottle on the ground and a piercing cry echoes out. The door is halfway open. No. Uck. Dramatically, Dani throws herself back on the ground and the waterworks begin. The Amazon mumbles words under her breath, intelligible to the Littles and pinches her nose with her thumb and index finger. Her eyes are closed and she breathes in through her nose and out through her mouth. In. Out. In. Out… She opens her eyes and bends down to the distraught Little and Olive looks on in shock. Not just quiet but absolutely silent. A good girl. The opposite of Dani. “Mama has a very important day at work today, Dani. I need you to be Mama’s good girl. Can you be that?” “Arghhh!” She groans in response, rolling onto her stomach. Kicking her legs and pounding her fists on the ground, Olive never thought it was possible for them to look so Little… so babyish. Until now. “It’s also your first day at Daycare. Isn’t that fun? You and Sissy will have all the toys to play with in the world and think about all the friends you will make!” Her words made no difference and the forced smile on her face crumbled not even a second later. “This is very naughty behavior!” She snaps. “I am done with your tantrums. If you want to be a bad girl there will be consequences.” No reaction. “Okay then, you don't want to be a good girl?” Olive’s staring into Dani’s watering and puffy eyes now, silently pleading for her to stop this nonsense that's been going on for over five minutes now. Even she was starting to get a headache. ”You asked for it. Mama has given many chances.” In a flash, she’s yanked up by the back of her outfit and in a swift natural way, her bottoms are completely stripped away and bare bottom is on display. Olive can only stare in horror and Dani has begun to whimper, realizing what is going to happen. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Five times, her hand lands hard and unwavering. Dani’s sobs were even louder if that was physically possible and her red bottom was a bright sight to gazing eyes. Olive couldn’t bear to stare. She had to look away. “Now are we going to behave?” “Yes…” she whimpered and flinched as the padding was pulled back over her bruised bottom and fluffy tutu pulled back in place, not looking a speck out of place. That is, beside her tear stained face. “Now.” Abby stood up, running her hands over her wrinkled front. “Are we ready for daycare?” “Yes.” They both mumbled and having learned her lesson, Dani sniffled and reluctantly reached for the bottle, suckling softly. The Amazon juggled about ten items in her arms including the Littles. As they were both lifted from the ground and carried out the door, Olive already knew today would be a long day and it hadn’t even started. Now, still caught up in the events from just minutes ago, the ride passed in a blur, barely aware as they stopped in front of a brick building. Olive recognized where they were, the park being right across the street and to the west was where that fateful encounter happened just the other day. People passed in suits heading off to their fancy jobs, others jogging by on their early morning run and Amazons that looked ten years their junior were treated with more respect and condescendingly cooed at the not-so adult Littles dressed in their poofy princess dresses. Before they have a chance to act, a woman sitting inside at the front desk sees them through the clear door and races to help. ”Let me give you a hand!” She exclaims with a smile, taking the two bags from Abby’s hands. The family is hit with a breeze as they’re ushered inside and there is a strong smell of talcum powder and… roses? “Something smells amazing in here.” Abby commented, adjusting Dani on her left hip. She was trying to stay awake, her eyes darting around the small room with beige colored walls and a tiny seating area in the corner, but ever so slowly her swollen lids began to shut, not only exhausted from the early morning. “It’s just a little something to get the Little’s relaxed and comfy,” the round faced Amazon smiled knowingly and said with sympathy, “rough morning?” Was it really that obvious? Yes. The answer was most definitely. “You could say that.” “Well, you are in the right place. I assume you have an invitation for TinyTots?” “Yes! The name is Abigail Brady.” The woman types into the computer, scrolling for half a second before exclaiming, “Aha! Here we are. Abigail Brady. Littles are: Dani and Olive.” Olive ducks her head, cheeks blushing at her new ‘name’ wondering how much worse this can get. ”Alrighty. Seeing that you are a new member, I’m just gonna need you to fill out a few forms plus I’ll need their LP number to put into the system.” “LP number?” Abby asked, hesitantly glancing between the two Littles in apprehension. The woman seemed to notice the change, carefully explaining. “You receive the Little Protection Number upon official adoption. With that you have access to different benefits and essentially proves their existence in Amazonia - “ “Yes, I know what an LP number is.” Abby didn't wait for her to finish. “The problem is that I just found Olive so I haven’t gotten a chance to get down to town hall yet.” The woman seemed flustered, her cheeks heating up. Pushing the glasses up on the bridge of her nose, she stammered. “I’m sorry Ma’am but it’s policy that we can’t accept any Little without a proper form of identification.” “They don’t need identification. They are Littles.” She scoffed. “Aren’t I identification enough? I’m their mother.” “Of course, but it’s more so government policy. Under Amazonian law it is illegal for any establishment to accept an undocumented Little because technically they are still free - “ Abby barked a laugh. “… until adoption.” She finished meekly, almost cowering in her seat now at the increasingly irate woman. “Am I supposed to bring my daughter to work with me all day? Hmmm? How’s that going to work?” Dani let out a whimper at the feel of sharp nails digging into her thigh. She tries to wriggle down from her restricting hold and the last thing Olive wanted to do was be separated from Dani. Who knows what else this place would do to fuck up her mind? The receptionist shot what could be interpreted as pitying looks and was prepared to dial the police. She’d seen one too many frustrated parents lose it completely and did not have the energy to deal with a fight this early in the morning. Plus, the Littles looked like they could use a loving hand, scared things they were. However, suddenly as heated as it had gotten, her shoulders loosened and she let out a heavy sigh. Her lips curled into a smile, twitching at the corners. She spoke in a calm voice, almost apologetic. “Apologies for my behavior. It has been a long morning. I’d be grateful if you could take Dani for the day.” “O-of course.” The lady didn’t know what had changed but still, she was weary. ”Now where are the forms? I must be heading off.” ”I just need to print them.” OoOoo The sound of both Littles screaming and crying as they were seperated in the front lobby was devastating to hear but worth the heartbreak. They had stuff to do. “That woman is a piece of work.” “Oh, you don’t think I know that?” ”At least, we’ve got the apple.” “Her name is Dani.” “Right.” Her sobs had subsided to sniffles and Alisha couldn’t help but cradle her in her arms, bottle pointed upwards at her lips. She suckled, content, halfway done. The Amazon could already feel the diaper growing damp on her hand but the Little paid no mind to it. Tricia, the receptionist, smiled warmly at the sight. “You know if the whole situation of kidnapping and brainwashing Littles wasn’t so messed up, I’d adopt her in a heartbeat.” “I think we all would.” Alisha smiled, not looking away from the tiny girl. The scent in the building did absolute wonders, calming them just into the right state of mind. Their mental facilities were completely down and unguarded allowing them to do what they needed to. “Why couldn’t we take the other?” “The law of course.” Alisha smirked. “I already explained this.” “Don’t you think it’s a little late to start listening to the law? The girl seemed competent enough.” “You know our task,” said the brown skinned woman. “We haven’t waited all these years for nothing. Her time will come.” They avoided saying Olive’s name knowing it would only send Dani into hysterics once more and she was finally in a state of peace, giggling and playing with the ends of her locks. The end of the bottle came to a gurgle. Empty. The Amazon pulls it from her lips, turning the Little into her stomach pressed against her front side. Several firm pats to the back and a burp sounds. Immediately, the Little settles. “I’m going to bring her inside,” the woman said then. “In the meantime, text Therese the update while I get her settled with the others.” Tricia doesn’t need to be asked twice, already typing on her phone in excitement and Alisha can’t ignore that she feels the same way. Finally. The time had come. Operation Underground was finally in progress. Walking through the back door, they were greeted by the sight of cheery, blue painted walls. Fluffy clouds and pretty pictures of rainbows and butterflies on a sunny summer day light up the room adding to the buzzing atmosphere of Littles. Only they weren’t so Little, at least not anymore. Most of them, at least. It was an ongoing process. “It’s her!” Dani looks up in interest, eyes scanning over the puppet theater and dress up box in the corner before flitting to the arts and crafts table and messy finger paints that already coated several others skin and a tiny shelf of picture books that held one girl’s interest. As if earlier had been forgotten, she wriggled around in her arms, itching to get down. “Not yet, baby. We have to go see a friend of ours. She is very nice and just wants to check out any owies you may have.” “Owie?” She repeats, staring at her with big innocent eyes. “Good listening ears! Doctor Sara is very nice and maybe even after, you will get a special treat!” “Trea’!” The girl giggled It was policy that every new Little went to the clinic upon arrival. Any markings or signs of abuse were beneficial in the long run of building a case against the parents because Little’s abuse and neglect was taken seriously in Amazonia. There was a reason many considered here, a safe haven in comparison to places like Aequor. Of course, they still had their inequalities, all places did but they were the more tolerant. “This is her?” Kerry, the young college student approached with wide eyes. “Yes. This is Dani.” They were aware of the watching eyes and hush that fell over the room at the newcomer yet no one approached. Even her own son, Little Johnny Boy kept his distance as well. “Can I hold her?” The Amazon eagerly exclaimed, reaching out. “After the clinic.” Said Alisha. “You know how this works.” The nineteen year old Amazon did yet still pouted. She majored in Little’s Education, her hope having been to be a Little’s teacher and somehow was sucked into this mess. Alisha had a knack for finding the right ones, sympathetic and lonely with too big of a heart. Now as they entered through the second door in the room, the poorly contained whispers began. “Kerry, who is that?” “She wooks wike a baby.” “Where are you taking here?” “D-do you fink she wanna pway wif me?” “Imma big boy!” OoOoo Author’s Note: Hello everyone! Happy reading! Thank you all for your reviews, I really appreciate them. I hope to post again soon, so stay tuned!