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Chapter 9: Luna wasn’t sure what had changed but for the first time, she was allowed out of the cage for something other than a diaper change, bath, or doctor’s appointment. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a bit relieved but a cloud of suspicion still hovered above. She was placed in a large new room full of toys. It was obviously some sort of playroom and perhaps, her plan was working. She’d been docile (well as much as she could be) but didn’t overdo it. She stopped fighting back against the diaper changes, glaring at the employees. Suckled on the adult-sized pacifier. No trouble meant no reaction. It meant more freedom, which was what she had been given. She was put in this type of seat, that hung from the ceiling. Her legs were put through the holes and her toes just reached the ground. It didn’t take long for her to realize this was some sort of bouncer. Luna remembered seeing it once at an amusement park. When the people jumped, it slung them high into the sky. She remembered how they used to jump and jump and jump. Higher and higher, almost as if they were flying. Envy was the only thing she felt. Most little girls dreamed to be a princess. Luna wished to be a bird so she could soar across the open sky. No one could catch her. Now look where she had ended up. As her feet pressed against the foam floor, she bounced up. Not terribly high, but enough she could fully stretch her legs. They were sore and cramped but she continued to jump. The only way past the pain was to work through it and she’d need her stamina if she were to walk out of this place. “Does someone like her bouncer?” the young nurse exclaimed sitting down in front of her. Luna now knew never to trust the smile on her face. She grunted in response, feeling it best to give her some type of acknowledgment. “I think It’s time to play a little game. Does Lulu like the sound of that?” Could she say no? Nurse Lizzie didn’t wait for a response. She covered her face with her hands and slowly said, “I spy with my little eyes, something cute!” A hand shot out and Luna jerked back. Fingers tickled her armpits and desperate, painful giggles bubbled up from her chest. She could just imagine the headlines… Luna MacNamara tickled to death. “Nurse Lizzie also spies with her little eyes, something chubby!” The heat rushed to her cheeks, heaving as her grubby hands squeezed the fat that had formed in her abdomen. Luna had always been a skinny girl, keeping careful watch over her weight. Now, look at her… If the young girl wasn’t sure of its purpose before, she knew now as a pressure formed in her bladder, aching to gush out. No. Her jaw clenched. The woman continued to massage her stomach, not stopping until her bladder finally released. Luna sobbed miserably as the fabric sagged between her thighs and a pungent smell filled her nostrils. Yes, she’d pissed herself plenty of times now but it never got less embarrassing. “Oh, did Lulu make a tinkle for Nursie?” the woman beamed. “No need for tears, little one. It’s normal for babies like you to go peepee. I bet you feel much better now. Little girls like you need to wear protection or else you’d be a mess!” No no no! A screech rose from her throat. She was not a little baby! She wasn’t- “Perhaps it’s sleepy time now… you’ve had a very eventful day.” ooOoo She’d cried herself to sleep, frustrated with her inability to remain calm. The diaper crinkled and squished against her skin with every movement. Was it possible she was wetter? Great. Now she was pissing herself in her sleep. Her eyes wandered around the room in a blur, stopping on the hazy figure outside the bars. Her black hair was tied back into a low bun, extenuating her round full face. She hummed to herself. The Cleaning Lady. Luna didn’t know what her actual name was and didn’t care to know. More or less she was just a pawn in her game and would use her as fit. Perhaps it was frustration that consumed her chaotic mind but Luna didn’t care to find out. She was done being their toy. Waiting was no longer an option because she knew things would only get more fucked up. Her continence was already halfway gone and her body morphed. Pretend her mind hissed. “Bah!” she exclaimed, mouth slack. The woman stopped what she was doing, looking up. Her eyes wandered aimlessly, legs kicking in jerked movements. She was giving the woman just what she was supposed to be. C’mon. Just walk over- bingo. From the corner of her eye, she watched as the woman placed down the mop in the bucket, making her way over. Slobber flung from her mouth as she continued to babble nonsense and wiggle around in the cage. Luna attempted to smile, unsure her lips actually turned up. The numbness had yet to fade leaving her no control of her facial expressions and voice. “Oh, you're such a big baby!” Yeah no shit. The woman cooed, now standing over the cage which left her trapped. Slobber ran down her chin, nonsense noises spewing from her mouth as the woman began to laugh joyously. “You’re a very talkative girl! Ohhh, yes. What’d give to have a little like you.” as her voice quieted, her accent became thicker. Was it Spanish? Portuguese? “Mi Amor.” her voice was just a whisper. “Perhaps you need a little cuddle time with Miss Linda.” “Ma-me.” “Yes, yes. Call me Mami, baby girl.” The woman took that as confirmation. This was too easy. Apparently, everyone here had superhuman strength because it was far too easy to lift her up. She carried her bridal style, one arm rested under her legs and the other on her back and hand rested on her bum. She would’ve complained that her face was smushed against her large breasts but for once her plan was semi-working. She yanked at the white keycard dangling around her neck clumsily. Babies liked to play with random objects. There was nothing abnormal about this. Luna yanked harder, her eyes wandering around the room. The rubber bulb bounced between her lips. “Oh baby,” the woman laughed. “That’s not a toy, sweetie. That’s Mami's keycard. No need to play with that silly thing.” No. there was a huge need. The woman went to move it away and panicking, luna did the only thing she could think to do. A piercing cry broke from her throat, crocodile tears formed in her eyes. “Okay, okay, mi amore.” the woman attempted to calm her by the soft pats on her bum. “You can keep playing, that’s alright sweetheart.” she left the keycard in her hands, the tears subsiding immediately. It didn’t take much to fool the woman as she hummed a simple tune beneath her breath, floating around the room. “My baby girl at home likes to act like she’s a big girl. She makes up silly stories about how she was once a prince. Now she’s my little princess but not very well behaved- not like you. Perhaps, I should adopt you. Lulu is your name, hmm? You remind me of a Lolita- yes, my little Lolita. That shall now be your name.” What drug was this woman on? Perhaps she had misread how easy this task would be. However, any plan she had was quickly dashed as Miss Linda’s head lifted quickly, looking towards the door. Shit. Someone was coming. “Next time, Lolita,” she whispered in her ear, rushing back towards the cage. Next time. Did Luna feel better about her situation? No. Was there hope she’d eventually escape? Yes. Did she think Miss Linda the cleaning lady was batshit crazy? Absolutely. Maybe this wouldn’t be as easy as planned. ooOoo While Luna could not tell the time, she was aware enough to realize that Nurse Ratched was late. She waited for the sound of the sliding doors and clicking of heels on the tiled ground but they never sounded. It could have been an hour. Maybe two. But the diaper was full and swollen between her thighs in a disgusting mash of piss and feces. She could handle maybe five minutes of laying in this mess but it had been probably close to five hours now she predicted. Ever so slowly the waste crept up her back and Luna wasn’t dumb. They were punishing her for something, she just didn’t know what. That probably pissed her off the most. If they were going to humiliate her, make it quick and be done with it. She could handle her ass being beaten. That was nothing compared to what she would do to them someday. A cry was heard. Luna knew there was another girl in the room… Willow, did they call her? Or Wilma or something like that. Frankly, she didn’t care to learn her name because she was just another thorn in her side. The girl had some strange hold over the nurses that she would never be able to understand. When the girl did something wrong, it was more a scolding she received. When Luna did something wrong, it was straight-up world war three. The favoritism was apparent and not that she cared. It just wasn’t very pleasant laying in her own filth. Take for example- five, four, three, two, one… Click. Click. Click. “Oh, baby… someone’s a stinky girl! Let’s get you changed.” the woman cooed, her voice echoing throughout the room. The young girl watched as the older nurse walked by, girl in her arms, ignoring her pressing glare. She wasn’t the only stinky girl. Luna promised that she would not lower herself to begging for a change. You promised yourself, Luna. A grumble sounded through her stomach and heat rose to her cheeks. “Uh oh!” she could hear the woman gasp. “I think someone else is in need of a little change!” Yes, yes, please! Her mind screamed in protest to the turmoil that also consumed her body. “We’ll get to her later, don’t worry Willa. With Nurse Lizzie busy, I can only do so much at once.” Later? Her fingers, free from mitts, tightened into fists. Remain calm, Luna… remain calm. “Lulu is such a naughty girl. They can’t all be like you, such a sweet little angel.” Blood rushed through her ears, heart pumping in her chest. Voices turned to muffled sounds as her breathing came out in gasps. “You’re being so good, sweetie. I think Lulu can wait till tomorrow.” Rarely did she break down but desperate times called for desperate measures. Fuck dignity. If they wanted a baby, a baby was what they would get. ooOoo AN: Hey everyone! I apologize it has been so long!! I’ve been so busy with school work and some friends came to visit so I’ve spent all my time with them! As you can see, Luna is kinda going crazy and remaining calm is not easy for her. Stay tuned for what will happen next. I really appreciate everyone reading and reviewing, I really love when you do! I should update again soon!

NOT A NEW CHAPTER! Hi All! I hope everyone is having a fantastic week. I just thought I'd let you all know that I've created a tumblr: https://livelovediapers24.tumblr.com/. Shorter stories/captions will be posted there and any images/art other people would bring would be great. Content should be up soon so it'd be great if you'd all give a follow! Thank you! I should be updating this story soon though so stay tuned!! Thank you for review, I greatly appreciate you taking the time to write it. I respect your opinion but at the time, I will not be changing anything as I continue to write. I'll take your advice into consideration for the rest of the story though. As of me picking it up from somewhere else, I'd like to say again, I have not picked this story up from anywhere else and I have not seen it anywhere else. I thought of this premiss when I was looking for something else to write. And yes, the general context is a familiar one many people write but I am not continuing anyone else's story (I wouldn't do that without asking their permission and crediting them). If you find the story you're thinking of, please send it on to me. I'd be happy to take a look at it. I hope you continue on for Chapter 6. Enjoy! Thank you for your review! And yes, she is not the smartest person on the planet ahaha. Accredit that to her lack of understanding of the community and is taking everything at face value from the Hawthorne's. I should update soon so please stick around! Thank you for your response! I should be updating again soon!

Thank you for your response! And yes, Lulu will stop at nothing until she's free... even at the price of her sanity. I should be updating soon! Thank you for your response! Yes, she just won't give up even if that gets her in more trouble. Sometime's she can be a little too stubborn. I should update again soon! NOT A NEW CHAPTER! Hi All! I hope everyone is having a fantastic week. I just thought I'd let you all know that I've created a tumblr: https://livelovediapers24.tumblr.com/. Shorter stories/captions will be posted there and any images/art other people would bring would be great. Content should be up soon so it'd be great if you'd all give a follow! Thank you!

Chapter 8: Her anxiousness to escape had been replaced with boredom as every day was the same. No physical movement and activities to stimulate her brain left her in a constant state of frustration. These people were smarter than she gave them credit for before. She’d have to pick which battles were worth fighting for if she didn’t want her brain to be turned to mush. Just from observation, they- the newborns- were the runts of this place. The other unfortunate young adults ranged in age from babies, just “older” than herself to toddlers. Since for the time being, she was stuck here, they could have at least made her a toddler. Being able to walk could go a long way. After the last stint, Luna knew better than to think she could simply waltz out of the facility. Her legs were numb, having been in the same position for about a week now and the crazed blonde woman seemed to be even more hungry for revenge. While her hair had already been chopped short and styled into a sickeningly cute way ,reminiscent of Shirley Temple, and body disfigured, the new (very real) threat of removing her teeth, she realized, was much more than a scare tactic. Rationally, she knew this could all be avoided if she just pretended; play along with their little game. But how far would that go before she actually lost her mind? Luna wasn’t willing to let that happen. Attempting to break free of the tight swaddle, desperate to stretch her legs, the mattress squished beneath her. Except no. It wasn’t the mattress. Fuck. Wet again. It happened at the most random times and wasn’t even aware she’d wet herself until the diaper was absolutely soaked through. That could only be blamed on the meds; whatever she’d been given had rendered her incontinent. Luna knew all she had to do was ask- or rather- cry for a diaper change but she still had her dignity. She hadn’t fallen that far. Although (un)luckily for herself, it was only another twenty minutes before the damned woman returned, far too smiley for her taste. The ratched woman was always either in three moods: angry, cold or manipulating. Technically, they were all the same but her point was, the woman was up to something. Why else would she be grinning ear to ear? “Oh is little Lulu awake?” Nurse Lizzie sang, peering into her cage before lifting the top. Oh right… it was nap time. Basically, the entire day was nap time, hence why she was currently wide awake. It was not normal for a fully grown adult to sleep seventeen hours a day. She glared, eyes narrowed into slits which the woman chose to ignore completely. “Oh baby, I know you’re a sleepy girl but someone has an appointment with Dr. Reilly.” Fuck. Now she understood. Only a sadist would find pleasure in other people’s pain. Well, what did that make you? ooOoo Luna shivered as the cold air hit her chest. She watched as the white gauze was thrown in the trash and for the first time saw the two slightly red, puffed-up scars where her breasts once hung full. Her jaw clenched, teeth ground around the rubber bulb as she lay eerily still. She told herself that she would react. What they were looking for was a reaction. Look at where that had ended her up. “Oh, yes. She is healing very nicely.” the doctor spoke, answering an unheard question. “The stitches will fall out on their own, probably within a few days so don’t be alarmed. I’d just leave her unclothed for now. We don’t want to cause any irritation.” Don’t react. Don’t react. Their words, almost like a gust of wind, blast past her ears. The cold did not linger for long. Instead, she focused on the ceiling. Fluffy white clouds were painted above supposed to emulate the sky. The poor attempt to create a sense of normalcy at a pediatrician’s office was almost comical. She would be laughing if she were not in this position. “The next surgery?” They’d said something she missed. “You want to remove all of her teeth?” Something jolted in her stomach and blood ran cold. If they noticed her silent reaction, they didn’t say a word. “Well, if you’re worried about her biting again then we can always keep her gagged or numb her mouth. Her vocal cords will freeze, speech will be slurred, with constant drooling. She’ll essentially have no control and once she learns to behave, it can be undone. Don’t do something you’re going to regret later.” The woman may have been just as crazy as the rest of them but Luna couldn’t ignore the fact, she was trying to save her from a horrid fate. Yes, it may have been all for selfish reasons but still, it would work in her favor. Her mouth stayed shut, knowing it would do her no good and when she tried to stretch her leg, strapped down to the exam table, here was a squelch. She’d wet herself. Why couldn’t she remember going? “... I suppose we can try that for now.” Now, what did they say? “I’ve got the medicine here actually.” Her eyes trailed to where the doctor walked over to the cabinet, pulling out a large syringe before it was filled with a clear liquid. A hand patted her head. She flinched. It was Nurse Astrid. The age lines around her eyes crinkled together as she smiled coldly, almost baring her teeth down at her. The way the woman stared at her made it clear that she was the lion and Luna was the lamb set up for slaughter. “You’re lucky Doctor Reilly is such a nice lady. You can keep your little teethies this time.” ooOoo The pacifier sat motionless in her mouth as drool crusted to her chin. It had been like this for what- two days? Three? She couldn’t keep track anymore. Besides the soft constant hum of the lullaby, echoing throughout the room, there were the squelches. Crinkles. The hissing of wet and full diapers. Whatever they had given her had an obvious effect on her bladder and bowel control, so much so, she was wet before she realized she had to go. On top of that, the only noise she could now make was this low grunting noise that made her seem feral. Her vocal cords had essentially frozen and she could not feel her face. Obviously, this was their desired outcome. She could not swallow therefore could not eat. A feeding tube was stuck down her nose. She could only guess what they were pumping her body with because whatever it was made her feel like shit. Escape was still on her mind. It was actually all she thought about, trapped in this tiny cage almost twenty-four seven. One scenario went through her mind. She called it: The Cleaning Lady The nurses liked to stick to a firm schedule. There were the diaper changes three times a day: eight, one, then six o’clock in the evening. Usually, Nurse Astrid was in right at eight, forcing the other brain-dead girl to suck on her breast. She’d stay for at least two hours, Luna pretending to go back to sleep after her change. It was too easy to get the information if she played her cards right. Nurse Astrid and Lizzie worked in her office most of the day, over a ten-minute walk away. It wouldn’t be until three she would return for another feeding and in between, she was alone… except for the cleaning lady. The woman, well she wasn’t the most observant. She danced around the room, mopping the floor with her headphones in her ears. The white keycard dangled around her neck and sometimes, she liked to play with them. Luna was smart enough to know that wasn’t allowed and the woman dumb enough to think she was a clueless baby. All she had to do was snatch the keycard. The other girl would usually begin to whine at some point and then her attention would be diverted. The woman would be so caught up with everything else, she’d forget to come back. It was a risky plan but not impossible. Unlike last time, running was simply not an option. She’d trick them into thinking she was obedient, she’d get more freedoms, eventually, gain use of her legs back, and then… she’d escape. It would take a few minutes for both of them to be notified and then another ten minutes or longer for them to get here. That was plenty of time to escape the room. All she had to do was get out of the cage. Now… she just had to lie and wait. ooOoo A/N: Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, apologies for it being a bit shorter. I really appreciate all of your reviews and love it when you do!! I should update again soon but until then enjoy!

Chapter 5: “Don’t you feel much better now?” Yes- No. Was it wrong to admit how comfortable the diaper actually felt? It was like sitting on a cloud or the comfiest, softest mattress in the world that could put a person right to sleep. Her insides churned, staring at herself in the mirror. Eloise could only be thankful that it wasn’t like Sugar or Cookie. Even trying to cover up their bottom half, it would still be obvious something was amiss. This just looked like extra padded underwear. Her thighs could still close together and it didn’t crinkle audibly when she moved. “Lots of adults wear diapers for medical reasons.” the woman attempted to reassure, placing an icy hand on her shoulder. Eloise flinched away. “There is is nothing to be ashamed of.” But wasn’t there? “Wha-what?” the young girl stumbled back. “It will be easier to… release your bodily functions if you don’t think about the protection you’re wearing.” “It’s a diaper.” her voice fell flat. “Sugar and Cookie are wearing diapers. I would not complain if I were you, missy.” As if it were her mother disappointedly speaking down to her child, her head lowered just a little bit, face ablaze. “Well, you call it protection and I don’t need protection-” “Do grown-adults poop themselves?” “Old people do! So do incontinent people!” “Are you an elderly woman, Ellie?” “O-of course not-” “So that has to make you incontinent. Is it not true, you had an accident in my hallway? “N-no…” she sputtered, trying to come up with a solid response. Oh how she was failing… “In my mind, little girls, elderly, and incontinent people mess themselves. Babies. Since you like to deny, you're incontinent and you're clearly not an old woman, there's only one other choice. ” Mrs. Hawthorne smugly responded. “It’s completely alright, Ellie. You’re in a safe space here.” Her mouth gaped open, closing and opening at a loss for words. “Now, I've got a nice dress for you to wear for dinner. Either you will cooperate or I wlil have to call my husband. You don't want that do you? I know it's tough for your little mind to make such decisions.” Ok, now she was actively crying. “Remember the contract, Eloise. You didn’t sign it for no reason.” Yes, that fucking piece of paper. She wished she had torn it to shreds. “Darling, this is only temporary. Simply a precaution. How long are you here for? Until October? You want your story to be as realistic as possible, as accurate. Sometimes we have to play dirty- if you get what I mean.” she winked and her lips curved up into a smile. It was almost mocking… but she couldn’t agree more with her words. She was right, even if she had twisted the contract around on her. Eloise had no way of arguing back without seeming like a fool. “Fine.” the girl huffed through a clenched jaw. “Ju-just, you’ve got to answer my questions at dinner. Please.” The woman waved her hand, the smile seemingly stuck to her face. “Of course, dear. Now, come on, let mo- me help you dress.” ooOoo Did she look as ridiculous as she felt? Mrs. Hawthorne had rushed out of the bathroom before she had time to glance at herself. The dress was pink, poofy, and sparkly with a large bow tied around her waist in the back. Mrs. Hawthorne had taken her time rummaging through the closet in the other room (that she wasn't allowed in). Luckily, she’d been allowed a dress that ended mid-thigh. Only a peek of what was underneath showed. That was still better than before. If her friends or family could see her right now… she’d just about die. She shivered lightly as the cold air hit her bare legs and did her best not to fidget too much. Mrs. Hawthorne was clear that she would get a diaper check if she thought she needed one. If possible, the two Little’s seemed even gloomier than before. As quick as she met their eyes, seated at the dining room table they looked away. For once, they didn’t did have one of those gigantic rubber bulbs attached to them. Perhaps she could sneak them a question. “Sit, darling,” Mrs. Hawthorne patted the sat between her and the husband. Eloise had stopped walking. “We’re not going to bite.” Mr. Hawthorne laughed- or was it a growl? She couldn’t be sure. Her feet moved on their own accord and sitting between the two adults, across from the younger girls, she could only be thankful she was not strapped into that ridiculous booster seat again. Dishes were spread out across the long oak table. What looked like Chicken, mashed potatoes, and peas. Before she could help herself, the man beside her had already taken her plate and was in the process of cutting up the chicken into small bits. “Oh, you don’t need to do that-” “Nonsense.” the woman then scooped a load of peas and mashed potatoes onto her plate. Was it rude to admit her dislike for peas? Or anything green really. “Eat up, darling.” the plate was placed back in front of her. “My little girls love peas, don’t you?” They didn’t have a chance to respond. “Do you like peas, Ellie?” Shit. Everyone was looking at her. “They- um. They’re not my favorite…” Whatever reaction she was expecting… it was not that. Eloise jumped in her seat as suddenly a shrill laugh rang throughout the room. Eyes wide, she gulped, unsure whether to be afraid or laugh along with them. The journalist was coming to view their personalities as Jekyll and Hyde, never knowing what to expect from them. “Oh my goodness, just like our girls! Greens don’t only keep you healthy but they help our tummy’s.” she responded as it was foreign knowledge. “Darlings, why don’t you show Miss Ellie what big girls you are!” The carefully worded command seemed to do the trick as hey didn’t waste a minute, digging into their food. With their hands full of mush, they began to stuff their face. More probably fell out of their mouth, covering their cheeks and bib than in. The rubber spoons beside them were forgotten about. It was as if she were watching a two-year-old with no table manners eat. There was no attempt to wipe the dripping mashed potatoes from their face as they took the large white bottles and began to suck down milk. They wouldn’t meet her gaze, the look of repulsion evident on their faces. The man beside her sighed in amusement. “They think they’re big girls but don’t even know how to use a spoon. It’s a wonder how far they made it on their own with no mommy or daddy to take care of them.” “Just my thoughts.” the woman hummed. “Some people aren’t cut out for the real world. Isn’t that right, girls?” They nodded sadly, eyes cast down at their lap. “Ellie dear, take a bite while I get them another bottle. You do remember our deal, don’t you?” Eloise didn’t trust the smile she gave but was too much of a coward to speak up. “O-of course.” That’s all she needed to hear and left the room. Turning to the husband, she spoke. “I-I’d like to ask a few questions-” “Your food is getting cold.” he cut her off, voice firm. She took a bite. It was a challenge to swallow, something off about the taste. But she kept a pleasant smile. Once down, she reached for her drink only to realize there was none. Mr. Hawthorne seemed to know exactly what she was looking for. “My wife will get you some milk.” he nodded toward the kitchen where she was. Eloise would’ve preferred some water to wash away the taste. Still, she did not speak up. “I thought this would be a good time to talk about your day-to-day lives- you’re schedule for the day, I guess you can say-” “You’ll learn all that tomorrow.” “But-” Ding dong! Everyone jumped. Someone was at the door. Eloise didn’t know who that could because they lived in the middle of nowhere. “If you’ll excuse me.” said Mr. Hawthorne, standing up quickly, ignoring her questioning look. ooOoo Even if for a few minutes, they got to be alone. Eloise stared at the two girls in front of her. The contract had clearly stated that she was to have no conversation with them without in the presence of one of the Hawthornes. While strange, she knew it was not her place to question it. But honest to god, they seemed to terrified to say a word. Once again, she found that strange. They were two consenting adults… what did they have to be terrified of? “Don’t eat anymore food.” What? The girl named Cookie spoke in a near whisper. “Don’t eat the food-” “Cookie, no.” the girl beside her spoke in a wobbly voice, eyes cast down. “Ava not now-” “Gonna get us in trouble-” “No, why shouldn’t I eat the food?” She focused on Cookie, her appearing to be the braver one of the two. “They put stuff in it.” Stuff? What did she mean by stuff- “I know you already shit yourself. That’s why you’re in a diaper right now.” Oh- oh god. Her eyes widened in realization. “M-momma and dada not like us tawking-” “Ava, will you shut up!” she quietly hissed. “Sugaw!” she sucked on her bottom lip, tears sprouting in her eyes. Quickly, they looked toward the kitchen and way Mr. Hawthorne had just gone. Faint voices could be heard. They were safe… for now. “We went through the same thing… now look at us.” “Nnno-” a thumb slipped into Sugar’s mouth. “They’re never going to let you leave. Get out when you can-” “STOP!” Sugar screeched, eyes full of tears “No mowe! No mowe!” Footsteps were suddenly heard and Cookie sent her a warning glare. Just as before they went back to playing with their food. “What’s going on here?” Damn it. She needed to know more. What did Cookie mean? Who's Ava- Sugar? Nothing was adding up right now. Mrs. Hawthorne stood at the entrance, glaring at the three of them. Thousands questions ran through her mind and she was so freaked, Eloise didn’t even realize that out of the bottles of milk she held, there were three. “Is there something you want to tell mommy?” ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! I promised another chapter soon so here it is!! A lot has happened as you can see... what do you think about Sugar and Cookie? I'm going to be showing them a lot more now. There is more to come so stay tuned! Thank you to those who reviewed, I love hearing what all think. If you haven't reviewed, PLEASE DO! It makes my day (and lets me know people are actually reading :):) I should update again soon but until then enjoy!

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Chapter 4: “Oh, baby. You’re mommy’s little worm, aren’t you?” It was not easy giving an enema to a person who wouldn’t stop moving. Even with her arms securely locked behind her in the straight jacket and strapped down to the table, it still proved to be difficult. Rarely did they use the pink jacket but their little Honey had proved to be a challenge, believing she was still a big girl, doing adult things she knew wasn’t allowed. The girl began to wiggle harder against the restraints, the desperate noises growing from her throat. The lines around her mouth turned down, unconsciously suckling on her paci. Honey depended on her paci more than she realized. It was too often now, they found her absentmindedly suckling on the rubber object. “Mommy knows how much your tummy hurts but Mr. Bubbles is our friend,” her voice rose in pitch. “And he’s going to do whatever he can to make your tummy feel better.” Honey squealed at the intrusion of the object into her little hole. Her vibrant blue eyes watered, unblinking, and her cheeks blushed crimson, brows furrowed together. “Mommy just wants to make sure your tummy has no more ickys then you can join your sissies for some num-nums.” At the mention of the others, her protest increased in fear. It wasn’t the other girl’s she was so much afraid of but her husband. After a stern paddling from him, Bree knew she was not eager to get on his bad side again so soon. It was her own fault though. Honey knew what happened when she tried to play with her princess part without an adult present. She thought back on her screams and cries from the night before as she had her bottom properly punished. If Honey had confessed to her naughty behavior, a soapy mouth would've sufficed. Instead, her bottom had been tanned and bore the pain of Icy Hot cream. Bree knew they were tough but it was all a part of growing up- or in Honey’s case- growing down. It wasn’t long until the soapy water had been completely emptied into her body and with practiced speed, wiggled the plug into her bottom. Triple diapered with soaker pads and a frilly pink bloomer, she was prepared for the explosion that would come later on. Good girls got to go poo after the fifteen minutes. Naughty girls had to wait until they’d proven themselves… and Honey had been a very naughty girl. Undoing the pacifier gag around her head, she watched as her mouth opened and closed, trying to form the words that were stuck in her throat. “Ppplease…” the word came out in a breath of air, so quiet she could barely hear. It had been two days since the inflated paci was last removed and she could only imagine the pain her jaw must have been in. Being fed mashed food through a tube was not pleasant but she had to learn her lesson. Little girls did not use big girl words. Little girls did not do big girl actions. “Oh, such good manners!” Bree cooed, wiping the drool away from her chin. “Is my baby ready to be a sweet little girl?” Nodding her head eagerly, it was clear she’d used up most of her energy. Bree knew that she would learn quickly from observing Sugar and Cookie. The girl still had hope for escape but a brain-dead person was not what she wanted. Fear was what Bree Hawthorne craved. Fear and complete and utter submission. Their little girl was absolutely miserable but every good parent had to teach their baby a lesson or else they’d continue to be naughty forever. Until then, she would never be truly theirs. “Mommy’s boobies feel very icky just like your tummy. You know how Mr. Bubbles is helping your tummy? Well, you’re going to help mommy.” Her lips twitched in amusement, attempting to fight the smile off her face. They’d been bottle feeding her the last few months, not wanting to completely traumatize the girl. However, now, they’d just about had enough of her whining and complaining. “Oh, yes, mommy can hear your tummy making silly noises! You’re a hungry baby, aren’t you? Maybe that's why your tummy is being so funny.” A sharp whine elicited from her throat. Her eyes narrowed into slits as the medicine worked its magic. Was it bad she felt no remorse for antagonizing the girl? The stern glare was enough to cease her complaints and Honey lay limp, just as she had been taught. Unlike an actual child, none of the girls could be easily carried around. Mostly when picked up, the carrying was restricted to small areas. So despite the punishment, her arms were released from the jacket. By now, Honey knew better than to try to run (but not that she could). The diaper was so big, her thighs couldn’t close let alone touch. This was routine now and placed on the carpeted ground, Honey waited uncomfortably. Her knees were pressed against her chest, bum raised high in the air. The caretaker ignored her groans, knowing she was anxious to let release her bowels, and continued rummaging through the closet. “Don’t worry, princess. I know you’re anxious for your num-nums- aha, here it is!” In her hand was a harness. It used to be Sugar and Cookie’s but she knew her two little girls wouldn’t try to run anymore. Honey on the other hand… still had more to prove. “Let’s get you suited up and downstairs. Perhaps we can join your sissies for their meals.” Five minutes later, having fit the pink harness around her naked top half, they moved painfully slow down the hall. Crawling along the hardwood ground toward the staircase, her stomach bloated and sloshing, Honey’s bright red face only confirmed her need to go number two. As they approached the stairs, the girl froze. “Honey…” the Little fell forward onto her stomach as she yanked on the leash, wrapped around her hand. Then the waterworks began… The woman, with her curls, piled high on top of her head, rolled her eyes. “I’m going to count to three and if you aren’t going down the stairs on your tummy, your toosh won't be the only sore thing.” Sobs emitted from the abused child. “One…” Her body trembled. “Two…” Bree still didn’t understand her fear of going down the staircase. Everyone slid down on their stomachs when little. “Don’t make me get to three.” That warning seemed to snap her out of her daze. While she acted out a lot, it didn’t take much to make her comply. Upon entering the living after an unnecessary long trek down the stairs, they stopped. Honey panted, face to the ground as her bum raised in the air. She tried to move into a more comfortable position. No doubt her stomach was cramping up from the load that ached to be released. Across, in the kitchen, the two other Littles sat. With bibs tied around their necks, they messily ate. Creamy mac and cheese (full of laxatives), mushy broccoli, and sippy cups full of apple juice were today’s lunch. That’s what was great with an open floor plan. Everything was visible no matter where you were. The Little at her feet lifted her head just a smidge. Her longing look was not lost on the woman. “Oh baby, you’re too little for such food. We don’t want your tummy to hurt, do we?” her voice rose an octave. “Because of your sissies’ good behavior, they get to be older girls again. But you? You’re always gonna be our little baby. Momma’s milk and mash are just perfect for you.” the tears increased in flow. “Now, up you come. Momma’s not got all day.” Patting the spot beside her, Honey, painfully pulled herself up onto the couch. Just like a doll, allowing herself to be rearranged to Bree’s content. Too heavy to sit on her lap, she pulled her legs over her body. Her head rested in her arm, face pressed against her heavy bosom. “You’re going to feel much better soon, darling. Mommy can promise you that.” It was unclear if the girl had heard her but that mattered little to her. Messaging her hard stomach with one hand while managing to undo the buttons and slide down her maternity bra in the other, she knew Honey was almost at her breaking point. ooOoo Of course, Bree Hawthorne had been right. When was she ever wrong? Two hours later and her breasts successfully emptied, the moment the plug was released from her bottom, it was an explosion. Fireworks. Bombs. You name it. Slumped over the woman on the couch, straddling her lap, Honey groaned. Her teeth gritted together, panting heavily. Her hand rested on her bottom and Bree couldn’t ignore the pleasurable feeling that spread throughout her body as the load grew heavier and warmer. Loud, messy farts that made her want to gag, sounded from the young girl’s body. The diaper swelled, expanding around her waist. She didn’t even have to push. It was a mudslide. A messy, destructive, wet, catastrophe in her pant- diaper. Anxiously, the paci bobbed up and down in her mouth as her tummy continued to grumble. “Pictures, Jasper.” she quickly spoke to her husband, seated in the rocking chair beside the couch. He stood up, grabbing his phone to take images of the girl messing herself. Sugar and Cookie sat in the brightly colored plastic playpen, clad of clothing besides a heavily discolored pull-up. Everyone was aware of what was happening. The sour that wafted through the air was evidence enough. “Oh, mommy’s followers are just going to love these pictures!” her husband turned the camera around the both of them, capturing all angles. “You’re being such a good girl… mommy’s perfect Little Honey.” It was obvious what the girl was thinking. Once the pictures were posted, there was no taking them down. Anyone had access to them- her old boss, old family, friends. It didn’t hurt to make Honey squirm a bit and what she didn’t know wouldn’t kill her. Of course, Bree wouldn’t be as stupid as to post the images online for anyone to see. Only those she trusted, dedicated followers who had paid the subscription fee would have access to the material. Honey had proven to be a money maker and people were only too eager to see her humiliated, willing to pay large sums. “If you continue to be a good girl, perhaps another visit to Mr. Bear is in order.” A glazed look crossed over the Little’s face, her discomfort momentarily forgotten. Humiliation combined with pleasure was what ultimately broke Sugar and Cookie. The shame but complete and utter gratification of playtime with Mr. Bear was enough to crack all resolve. ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks for reading and reviewing, I really appreciate it. I really love comments so PLEASE PLEASE DO! In regards to a review, I haven’t read any other story like this. I thought of this concept and went with it. If anyone does know of the story, please let me know. I’d love to read it! 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Chapter 7: “Oh, she’s such a sweet girl now. You’re my sweet girl-” Astrid interrupted, hovering over Willa and a dirty diaper. “Don’t be fooled by the meds. She’s still a little menace.” Of course, Lizzie knew that but for just a moment she’d like to pretend that everything was perfect. She tilted the bottle higher, forcing her to suck down the creamy liquid. The sound of her soft suckles filled the otherwise still room and Lizzie was content to just rock in the chair all day and try to savour the quiet. But of course, all good things had to come to an end. The last two peaceful days, Lizzie knew would soon turn to chaos as soon as the girl was back to her right mind. “Remember the procedure is in two hours. That’s the last bottle she can have today.” Oh, Lizzie hadn’t forgotten about the surgery, in fact that’s been the only thing on her mind. She watched her expression for any sign of resistance but there was none as her eyes flitted around the room, unable to focus on one thing for more than a few seconds. She flicked the clear bag attached to the metal pole and watched as the liquid flowed at a steady pace through the tube, disappearing into the girl’s hand. She didn’t even flinch, sedated by the medicine. “I’m sure she’ll be so happy to get rid of these monstrosities,” a giggle escaped her lips. They’d bound her breasts them until they were hardly noticeable in her pink sleeper and her legs and arms were securely kept inside so she couldn’t get any more silly ideas. Though, that would be kind of impossible based on how much they had drugged her up. Even the simplest thoughts were hard to think. “We’re so lucky Willa didn’t have to worry about that being one of our tinier ones” said Astrid who was now carrying the sleeping girl in her arms. “Some are just unfortunate in the way they are born.” “And it’s our job to fix that and give them happy lives.” “Exactly.” the older woman hummed. A wide grin spread across her face as the hand beneath her bum grew warm and nose twitched at the rotten smell. A moment later another sound was hard, a soft splash as her round nose and puffy cheeks tinted pink. The suckling had stopped and a small groan sounded from her throat as she felt the girl shift just slightly in her lap. With her bowels loosened from the meds, she was no longer able to hold back going in the diaper, not giving it a second thought and why should she? She was just a little baby. All babies pee and poo in their diapees. Lulu just had a little trouble. ooOoo A thundering ache clapped at the front of her head, bright lights flashing in her eyes. Anxiously, searching where she was, all she saw was a sea of white and nameless faces drifting around the room. Their mouths moved but no sound seemed to emit. What was happening? “Oh, she’s a curious baby.” Two women now stood over her, blue masks covering their faces. She grunted, trying to get their attention as she lay bare on the cold surface. Her hands and legs weakly fought against straps that held her down but didn’t have much success. “Someone's belly is full of milk. Has she made a stinky?” A hand wiggled its way into her diaper and couldn’t help but shrink back. Obviously they were going to be no help. Of course not! They’re the enemy! Tha-that’s right. She had to remind herself. “No, but she will soon.” the blonde woman seemed certain. “Don’t you just love the newborns? It’s only been a few days but look how big her belly’s getting. She’s gonna be a chunky baby!” Her head lulled to the side. Something wasn’t right… no. A lot of things were wrong and at the moment she had a feeling something dire was about to occur. Her body felt as if it weighed a hundred pounds as her eyes flitted lazily. The sound of laughter reached her ears as more people arrived. “Ok, let’s get this started,” the asian woman on the left spoke. In her hand was some object that Luna did not like the look of and another hand reached down, wiggling the rubber object from her lips. Finally… There wasn’t a chance to speak and all she saw was the plastic object placed over her mouth. She tried to swallow but it was as if something was stuck in her throat. Trying to keep her eyes open, they grew heavy as her breathing deepened and before she knew it, the world had faded to black. ooOoo Whoever said violence wasn’t the answer must have been on drugs. In this case, Luna found violence a completely acceptable response. The surgery was yesterday but it was not until this evening she realized what had been done. White gauze consumed her upper body where her breasts had once hung full. Now there was an emptiness. Nothing. If they were allowed to butcher her then well… who is to say she couldn’t do the same? Karma’s a bitch. A few feet away, the petite blonde clutched her hand, desperately attempting to lessen the bleeding in her hand. For once, her mind wasn’t clouded over and had intended to take complete advantage of that. “What happened?” Of course. She’d called for back up. “I thought she was sedated.” the woman began. Obviously not. The corners of her mouth turned up into a smirk. She tugged at the restraints around her ankles and wrists, shackled in the plastic cage. Ignoring the increasing ache in her chest, the only emotion she felt was fury- a deep seated burning hatred for the people in this room. The older woman- Nurse Astrid- made her way across the room with a determined look on her face. Mouth pressed into a thin line, brows furrowed together and eyes ablaze, it wasn’t a secret she was in deep shit. The thing was, Luna just didn’t care. A second woman with tanned skin and jet-black hair tended to Nurse Ratched’s injury. “The skin’s broken,” she sighed. “It’ll have to be thoroughly cleaned and you’ll need a tetanus shot.” Luna would be lying if she didn’t acknowledge the extreme pleasure coursing through her body. ooOoo The girl who had been the image of innocence the last few days, had now resumed back to her normal self and if Astrid was at all religious, she’d believe the girl to be possessed by the devil. However, she was not and knew the child was just a major pain in the ass. How did you deal with naughty babies? Punishment. “How soon can we schedule her for another surgery?” Dr. Reilly shook her head. The lines around her mouth turned down as she frowned and brows came together. “She’s still recovering from this procedure. Probably in a week or two, once she’s healed we can talk about another one. What were you thinking?” “Someone,” she gripped Luna’s chin in her hands, “needs to learn how to be gentle. Let me ask you, Nurse Lizzie, do newborns have teeth?” “No, ma’am.” her voice was just as cold. She didn’t miss it as the girl’s eyes dilated, struck by the fear. No longer was she so smug. “I’m sure you didn’t mean to hurt your favorite nurse did you, hmm?” the corners of her mouth twitched up into a smile. “It’s our job to take care of little babies like you. Don’t worry, sweetheart, that’s exactly what we’re going to do.” Perhaps it was a bit harsh, not even giving her a second chance to behave but with this particular patient, Astrid was taking no chances. It was abundantly clear that she was not going to submit peacefully. These… children had been corrupted by society. They believed they were adults. They believed they could drive a car, drink, and work. What foolish, idiotic dreams they possessed. Now, it was their job to undo the damage that had already been implemented which was easier said than done. “Put her back under.” she all but hissed. “I don't want to hear of any more problems.” ooOoo A/N: Hello, everybody! I’m so sorry it’s been so long! I’m back at school again and that’s taking up most of my time but I promise, this story is not abandoned! Apologies for this chapter being a bit shorter but I really wanted to post something. I’m not sure when I will update again soon but I promise, I will again! Thank you to those who reviewed, I’m really grateful. I love getting comments so PLEASE REVIEW, I love you read your feedback

Chapter 3: She’d slept longer than planned because by the time she woke up, it was dark outside. Eloise moved sluggishly, feeling as if she’d been hit by a freight train. A strange feeling twisted in her stomach and suddenly, she found herself headed for the bathroom. Her feet padded across the dark hall, just briefly aware of the sound of children’s music playing from downstairs. There was a screech. Then a laugh. Was someone crying? N-no. She didn’t have time to think about what was happening. “Oh, God.” Eloise groaned, clutching her stomach in pain. Whatever she’d eaten had not agreed with her. An intense cramping feeling in her abdomen seemed to grow stronger by the second. She rushed for the bathroom, face scrunched up in agony and just to her luck, the door was locked. “No no no,” she yanked on the handle but the door would not budge. If she didn’t get to the toilet in the next few minutes, she was sure she was going to shit her pants. Eloise knew that the Hawthorne's had an ensuite in their bedroom and then there was the toilet downstairs. But if this was going to be as explosive as it felt, downstairs was not an option. She was not gonna shit while the entire freakin family was right outside the door. “Jesus Christ! Ahhh!” she cried, biting down on her lip. She crossed her legs, bum clenched together as she tried to hold it in. Her stomach churned painfully, the pressure increasing in her stomach. “Eloise?” a voice called. Shit. Her eyes widened. Footsteps sounded up the stairs. It was, Mr. Hawthorne. The girl froze, unable to move in fear of her bowels suddenly releasing. The lights suddenly flickered on and he stood at the top of the stairs. How the heck was she going to explain this? “I heard you scream…” he trailed off, his head tilting to the side. “I, um,” she paused. “I stubbed my toe.” Really, Elle? Stubbing your toe? His eyes roamed over her body, focusing on her slightly bent over position and heavy breathing. Of course, he wasn’t buying it. “Stubbed your toe?” “Y-yeah.” her head nodded. “I, um, I was just gonna look for a band aid in the bathroom- oh!” Eyes wide, she let out an involuntary gasp at the feeling of something warm leaking into the back of her pants. “Miss Crumble?” his arms crossed over one another. “Why don’t you tell me what is really going on? Or would you feel more comfortable with my wife?” “I just need to get into the bathroom.” she hissed through clenched teeth. “P-please!” “If what you need is the toilet, it’s broken up here,” he responded slowly, eyes brightening in understanding. “There’s no need to be embarrassed,” his lips quirked into a smile while running his fingers through his sandy hair. “We’re used to poopy girls.” There was no doubt about that. Her face blushed a dark red. The performance from earlier still stuck in her mind. “Come.” he waved his hand walking forward, beckoning her to follow. “You can use our bathroom. In fact, feel free to take a bath.” It was just a few feet. The door was right there but with every step taken. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of rotten eggs which obviously came from her. If Mr. Hawthorne noticed, he didn’t say anything which she was eternally grateful for. “You’ll find Miss Crumble that we are a very open family, and for the time being, you are a part of this family. There is no hiding anything from us. It’s time to get comfortable with the uncomfortable. Trust me when I say, your stay with us will be much smoother. Shout for my wife if you need help.” ooOoo “What did you do?” he leaned against the kitchen counter, not trusting his wife’s smile. He was very familiar with the potty dance now. It was all too obvious as the girl squirmed and the silly story about stubbing her toe? He could smell the lie from a mile away. “I did what any good mommy should do. Eloise was thirsty so she got mommy’s milk.” her voice was as innocent as could be but the sinister look in her eyes could not be ignored. She closed the oven door, setting the timer for the chicken. “You wicked woman.” he smirked and stepped forward, trapping her in his arms. “What about the bathroom being locked?” “Little girls must ask their mommy and daddy’s for the potty,” she responded as if it should’ve been obvious. “It’s a mommy’s job to take care of her little girl and Miss Crumble will be ours.” “I have no doubt about that.” he said truthfully. Whatever his wife wanted, she got. It wouldn’t be long now. Suddenly, they paused suddenly, looking up toward the ceiling as the sound of a toilet flushing was heard. “Someone is going to be needing help from mommy very soon.” he said, a wide smile broke out across her face, almost giddy. ooOoo “Oh Lord!” Eloise grunted through her teeth as she made it to the toilet just in time. She doubled over in pain as a steady stream of warm mush flowed from her body. Just like the rest of the house, the bathroom was modern and sterile as if it had never been used before. The last thing she wanted was to shit all over their white carpet. Eloise stared at herself in the vanity mirror, attached to the double sink. Blonde strands stuck to her damp forehead and cheeks tinted pink, the strain obvious in her paled face. How was she going to explain this? Never in her life had she had explosive diarrhea. And yes, she heard what Mr. Hawthorne said but she was not one of their little girls. She was not a… not a… freak! “Fuck!” her toes curled into the white rug. Panting heavily, she was sure this was the last of it. She’d already shit enough to last her a lifetime. It was five minutes later, her body sagged, exhausted on the toilet. Her pants and underwear were crumpled in the corner of the room, only partially stained. “No no no…” the young girl began to mumble as she searched the room only to find no toilet paper. Nothing. Just a few feet away was the large white clawfoot tub. Mr. Hawthorne said she was free to use it. But first she’d have to get over there without leaking. There was Mrs. Hawthorne… “No.” she hissed under her breath. No way in hell would she ask for help. Well you can't sit here all night. ooOoo “I don’t know how much longer I can wait,” she paced back and forth. “I should be up there with her.” “She’ll call for you soon, I’m certain.” he reassured the woman before exclaiming, “girls!” Two wide eyes, full of fear, met his own. “Did daddy say to stop jumping?” Scared squeaks could be heard from behind their pacifiers. Their knees bent and they pushed off the floor with their tiptoes, bouncing up and down in their jolly jumper, attached to the high ceiling. The straps from the harness cut into their chunky thighs and pressed against their full diapers which were so dirty, no white could be seen. The girls were naked, like most of the time and obediently bounced in their mess, faces red in shame. “So dramatic.” Mr. Hawthorne rolled his eyes. “Daddy knows how much you love to play. You don’t have to act so silly.” The painful whimpers were ignored as the television raised in volume. Teletubbies (freaky show in his opinion) played. It may have been weird but was perfectly age-appropriate for his girls. “Ellie is missing this all!” the woman frowned. “Just think of how cute she’d look beside them. No girl should be without the care of her mommy.” “Bree-” “No.” She stood up suddenly from the couch. “I’m done waiting. She needs my help, I don’t care what she says.” ooOoo Oh god. “Ellie, sweetie?” No no no- “Are you doing ok? Jasper said your tummy is hurting. It’s been a while, sweetheart and dinner will be done shortly. Mo-,” she stumped over her words. “I just want to make sure you are alright. Do you need any help?” “Oh…” she breathed. “I, um, I’m fine…” There was silence on the other side of the door. For a moment, Eloise was convinced that she had left but a small sigh was heard. “You don’t sound fine,” the woman finally responded. “Remember what the contract stated?” Oh how could she forget… “Honesty is our biggest policy. If you are sincere with us, we’re sincere with you. Now let me ask you again, Eloise. Do you need my help?” Something in her tone shifted. In place of the caring woman was an authoritative, dominant personality that demanded absolute obedience. Eloise found herself responding accordingly, unable to help herself. “Yes…” she murmured, sinking down further on the seat. “I… I need help.” That was all she had to say and a moment later, the door burst open. Staring at her with her hands on her hips, the woman sighed, shaking her head. “You didn’t check for toilet paper before using the potty?” Her eyes turned to the ground, heat rising to her cheeks. She covered her crotch with her hands, doing her best to hide her naked bottom half from the woman but she didn’t seem to care. “Eloise, I expect an answer.” “I’m sorry,” she gulped. “I-I was in a hurry. My stomach hurt real bad.” “Very well.” the woman said. “You should’ve just called for me from the beginning. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Do you know how many times I’ve cleaned Cookie and Sugar’s messy bum-bums?” “Oh-” her mouth fell open. “I, d-don’t need help with that-” The woman had already bent down, ruffling through the cabinet under the sink. A moment later, coming up, she held a pack of baby wipes. Fruity scented. “This’ll go a lot smoother if you do as I say-” “This was not part of the contract!” “But you want to write your little story. No amount of questions and observation will make you more open to this lifestyle. We did agree to a hands-on approach.” The woman had twisted her own words but maybe it was her fault for not paying close enough attention to the words. By hands-on she thought it had meant helping the Hawthorne’s with their Littles. Not becoming one herself! “Now, Ellie, we can do this either the easy or hard way.” ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! I'm so sorry it's been so long since I've posted! I've been so busy with going back to school but I promise I'm still writing!! Thank you all for your comments, I really do appreciate them! Please do review, I love it when people do!! I'm not sure when I'll update again but I promise this story is not abandoned.

Disclaimer: *forcible touching in this chapter* Chapter 6: “Luna MacNamara.” Astrid could hardly contain her glee as she tossed the manila folder across her desk to the young nurse. Lizzie reached over, flipping open to the first page, eyes bright with curiosity. “Twenty three years old. She’s from New York City. Her parents are…” she trailed off, eyes wide. “Yes… Cora and Stephen MacNamara. They caused our community a lot of grief. Now look at them.” “Do we tell her?” the young woman rocked back and forth on her heels, imagining the crushing blow it would be to the girl. All these months. All these years she’d held on hope that her parents would be found. But it was too late… it had always been too late. “No.” “No?” her shoulders dropped. “Let her think they can still be saved. Telling her that her parents' brains were chopped into little bits would be letting her off easy. I want her to stir, I want her to suffer just as her dreadful family made us. They were almost our downfall, exposing us to the entire world,” her voice grew cold, eyes fixated on the ground as her hands tightened into fists, knuckles white. “The only thing they’re capable of doing now is shitting themselves and drooling. I almost wish she could see them… see what we’re going to do to her.” an emotionless chuckle escaped her lips. “Has fought back at all?” Lizzie gave her a look that said, are-you-seriously-asking-me-that? “I love being called a cunt and told to fuck off,” she rolled her eyes. “But don’t worry, we had a little talk. If she knows what is best for her, she’ll keep her mouth shut.” “I wouldn’t count on that. Do whatever is necessary to control her. With types like Baby Lulu, a firm hand is required. You’re going to be in charge of Luna. So far, you’ve done a great job with Willa. I think you’re ready for this task.” She liked the sound of that, nearly bouncing in excitement and the older woman smiled knowingly, glancing at the clock and sighing. “It’s been just about two hours since you put her down for a nap. It’s time we got her up.” ooOoo She knew it was only a matter of time before the demented woman returned. Luna was right. The woman appeared above herm and a wide smile spread across her face which Luna had to admit, unnerved her just a bit. She shook a large bottle in her hand full of white liquid- Fuck no. Luna just about hissed in disgust, eying the woman in mistrust. There was an unhinged look in her eye. She was more confident. Cocky. Two could play at that game. Brought over to a rocking chair, her face squished against the woman’s mammoth breast. “Someone looks like she’s a hungry girl,” the nurse began to pat her bottom, bouncing her on her lap. A brief thought went through Luna's mind, wondering how the woman was able to support her weight. It wasn’t like she was a big girl, weighing only one-hundred twenty five pounds, but still she should not have been able to hold her this easily. The gag was removed but her mouth stayed shut, teeth ground together. The teet of the bottle teased at her lips, the sweet-tasting milk sloshing around but she would not budge. Nurse Ratched made a ticking noise with her mouth. “Have you always been this difficult a child? Perhaps that’s why your parents left you- oh wait, went missing-” Her heart stopped and stomach twisted as her breath caught in her throat, lips parting; within less than a second, a sweet taste entered mouth, and began to choke as it made its way down her throat. “Luna is such a mouthful. Baby Lulu sounds much better, wouldn’t you agree ?” She could only wheeze, gasping for air as the woman smacked her back. “That’s right, baby. You don’t have to hide anymore. You never have to hide again because you're safe now. Your stinky parents were the ones that made you hurt but you don’t have to worry about them anymore. Nurse Lizzie’s got you safe and secure.” Stars floated in her vision as she eventually lost consciousness, overtaken by the panic and dread of her identity revealed. Luna didn’t think they would actually find out, prepared to call their bluff, but she was terribly wrong. ooOoo She’d been out cold for a full day, the shock of everything finally catching up with her. What she also wasn’t prepared for was the full feeling and use of her limbs back. It started with a tingling feeling in her fingers and toes and from there, her entire body. It had been two days since she was first taken and that was already two days too long. Any longer in this place and she might actually go insane. From Nurse Ratched’s calm behavior, she was completely unaware, believing she still had the upper hand in this situation. Well… that was before. Not so much anymore. That’s how she found herself crawling buck naked along the tiled ground, desperately trying to get away from the crazy woman. Having the balance of an actual newborn, walking was out of the question so she scurried for the door, no plan in mind. Yes, she was aware of how stupid she looked but what other choice did she have? Her heart raced against her chest and arms shook, already exhausted at having moved only a few feet. Luna knew that at any moment the nurse would turn around and realize she was no longer in the bathroom, laying on the carpeted ground where she had placed her. No way in hell would that woman be giving her a bath. She just had to get to the door. It was just in sight and would take less than a minute to get to. Her chest tightened as her breath grew heavy but she couldn’t stop. However, suddenly the doors opened and without a thought, she darted to the right. Just big enough, the girl curled up in a ball, hugging her knees to her chest and hid inside the little compartment beneath one of the portable cribs. A moment later there were voices. Nurse Astrid and Lizzie. “I only turned around for a moment and she was gone!” Lizzie tried to explain. “I placed her on the ground while I was preparing her bath. I assumed she was still paralyzed-” “You assumed?” Nurse Astrid hissed. “Never assume anything. Perhaps I shouldn’t have trusted you with her. She’s a difficult case-” “No no please, ma’am,” her voice began to break. “It won’t happen again, I can promise you, it won’t happen-” “Never mind that right now!” she grumbled. “She couldn’t have left the room, it’s not possible. Go place the emergency lock on the doors. We aren’t leaving until we find her.” All she could do was wait, sitting in the dark just waiting to be found. Just turn yourself in, Luna. No. Is this worth the pain? Save yourself now from worse punishment. She fought an internal battle, conflicting thoughts running through her chaotic mind. No way in hell would she willingly go to them. Releasing a strangled breath, she clutched her chest, the pain growing and eyes closed. It would just be for a moment, a little rest. She was hidden... they wouldn’t think to look for her here. ooOoo “Oh my god, she’s dead.” “No,” the woman rolled her eyes. “she’s not. It seems Baby Lulu just got a little too excited and tired herself out. I’ll take her to the clinic to make sure everything is alright and you call Dr. Reilly and let her know we’re on our way.” “Is that all?” “Ye- wait no. Get a diaper, look,” she pointed beside the tiny pale girl, slumped over in the space. “She wet herself. The milk does work wonders.” The younger woman didn’t wait another moment to be told as rushed away, praying to God she wasn’t in too much trouble. Astrid could have her fired in a minute if she wanted to and then where would she go? This was her dream job. Lizzie blamed it all on the child and knew, she couldn't make that mistake again. ooOoo Of course they found her. And of course she’d fallen unconscious again. The pain in her chest had subsided but her body still ached. Luna had always been a fit girl, always trying to stay in shape, and never had been this weak or dependent on others. Her cheeks flushed an angry red as the straps were tightened around her ankles and wrists, even her neck and waist being secured down to the table. A woman stood above her, wearing a white lab coat and glasses that sat on the bridge of her nose. Luna shuddered as the cold metal of the stethoscope touched her bare skin and the woman mumbled something to herself. From the looks of the place, it was a doctor’s office and Nurse Astrid sat in the plastic chair, glaring in her direction. “Her heart is a little faster than I’d like, but that’s expected with the strenuous movement she just put herself through.” the doctor turned to speak to the nurse. “Other than that she’s fine. She’s quite wiggly for being only two days old,” the woman cooed down at her, squeezing and patting her stomach. If looks could kill then the lady would be dead and she would be free. Two days old? What the fuck were these people on. The young girl seethed, fed up with their stupid little games and the constant third person references to her as if she wasn’t even in the room. “I know it’s exciting for you sweetie, isn’t it? Or maybe it’s a bit scary. This is a big big world you’ve just entered and you're such a tiny girl. Your nurses are here to care for you. There’s not a thing your tiny little mind has to think about,” she shivered, tears burning in her eyes as the doctor pawed at her breasts, squeezing and tugging as if she were some new specimen. “Even though there’s nothing physically wrong with her besides some fatigue, I’m going to recommend an IV injection of Lidocaine to be inserted into her. Perhaps for the next two weeks. It’ll help her adjust to new faces and calm down a bit.” Satisfied with the response, Nurse Astrid nodded, coming to stand beside the doctor, running her hand through her tangled short hair. “Thank you, Dr. Reilly. Is there anything else we should do?” Pausing for a moment, the doctor looked down at her before painfully twisting her nipple between her fingers, watching as it crinkled and hardened. She made a ticking noise with her mouth. “Just as I thought… look at how her little rosebuds reacted,” talking about her abused tits. “It’s a shame how some babies are born with these abnormal parts. It’s a deformation we have to deal with before it causes them any more pain. That’s probably part of the reason she’s been acting out so much. They’re so heavy on her small body, causing so much pain. Oh poor girl…” Dr. Reilly, squeezed them once more causing her to squirm in humiliation, the tears now pouring down her face. “What’s the solution?” the evil glint in Nurse Astrid’s eye was not missed as she painfully yanked at her other boob, watching as the girl fought against the restraints, trying to break free. “A mastectomy will have to be performed. I can schedule her in for the procedure on Tuesday and hopefully with the anesthesia in her system, it’ll make her more comfortable the next couple of days until the surgery. I can’t imagine how much pain she’s in. Don’t worry baby girl,” a hand rested on her stomach. “Dr. Reilly is going to take great care of you and soon you’ll be the happiest little girl. Won’t you!” Luna jerked against the restraints, wiggling in absolute torture as the doctor blew rasberries on her stomach, making goofy faces as they casually talked about the impending butcher of her body. ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you all had a good holiday and I for one am very much looking forward to the new year!! I promised an update and I did! As you can see this chapter was much darker. Luna really brought this upon herself… perhaps it would've been better if she’d just given in. What do you all think? I plan to update again soon and would really love to hear all of your thoughts? Please comment down below, I love reading what you have to say!!

Chapter 2: Three Months Before September She breathed a sigh of relief, pulling onto the long winding dirt road, the grande white house right in view. Eloise prayed that the eight hour plane ride and then the almost three hour drive was worth it. When the Hawthornes’ said that they lived in the middle of nowhere, they really meant the middle of nowhere. For the last two and a half hours, her only friends were the cows and sheep on the side of the road. The last house she’d seen was about five miles back, no longer in view and the sight that greeted her was an endless vibrant green. Cattle grazed the open land, tall majestic mountains in the background, but what caught her were the beautiful dark horses, their coats a midnight black as they stood tall and strong. This was the life. When one thought of the American dream and freedom, this was it. Living below the starry night in a land where one didn’t have to conform to societal views and they had the untouched earth at their feet. The young girl could understand why they chose here to place their roots. While remote, it was the perfect place to be themselves. No interruptions or distractions. No nosey neighbors peeking through their blinds every second, trying to get the latest gossip. For Eloise Crumble, Bloomington, Montana was the paradise she’d always dreamed of. “Exactly, twelve- thirty.” she mumbled to herself, glancing at the clock. Unusually, the GPSs had stood correct in its estimated time of arrival. Brushing a strand of blonde hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear, she put the car in park before turning off the engine. Gathering her backpack she hopped out of the car, taking a moment to stretch her legs. Her nose wrinkled slightly at the rotten smell of manure drifting from the pasture and removed her jacket, taking a moment to relish in the warmth of the autumn sun. There was a calm quiet. The only sound being the chirping of birds and the mooing of cows. Eloise knew the danger of being in the middle of nowhere. She was a young white girl, twenty-three, weighing one-hundred twenty pounds and only five feet tall. She was aware of her beauty and the attention she drew, not all of it positive, but the girl felt she had enough knowledge to sense when danger was near. Having spent most of her allowance to make this trip (much to the disapproval of her cousin), she was anxious to get it going and wasn’t about to let anyone stop her. Her journalist career had been on a decline the past year. Nobody wanted to read the same old stories about climate change or how the local kid saved a cat from a tree. She was as good as fired if the publisher didn’t like this story. You get the point. That’s where the Hawthorne family came in with their bizarre lifestyle, something she was sure mainstream media would find weird enough to take some interest in. Sometimes one had to play dirty in order to get things accomplished and the cute blonde was done playing nice. Walking up to the wrap around porch, the wooden steps creaked beneath her weight and before she had time to knock, the door flung open. Her eyes, blue as the open sky shimmered in excitement at the sight of forty-year old couple, Bree and Jasper Hawthorne. She took a moment to look at them, eyeing the women's expensive cashmere cream sweater, diamond earrings and faded blue jeans. The man was dressed similarly in a cream sweater, jeans, and an expensive looking watch. Everything about them screamed money. “You must be Eloise!” the woman exclaimed, pulling her into a hug before she had time to react. “Y-yes, I am.” The young girl stiffened slightly, a surprised look on her round face as the woman embraced her in what could only be described as a maternal manner. “Forgive my wife,” the man laughed as she pulled back and leaned into his side, hand resting on her curvaceous breasts, hard and firm. Swallowing the gulp in her throat at the overt sexual touching, her pink, heart-shaped lips turned up into a small smile. Eloise knew that she’d have to get used to the open display of sexuality. It was a part of their lives and just because she was severely lacking in that area, still a virgin, it would not be fair for them to pause their lives because of her. Besides, that’s what she was here to document and write her article on. She could only hope the New York Journal Post would find it interesting enough to pick it up. They were the biggest name around at the moment. “We’re so happy you’re spending the month here! As you can see, we don’t get many visitors. The girls are very excited to meet you. They’ve even practiced a little dance!” her hand rested on top of hers, green eyes kind. Mrs. Hawthorne was just the same as online, caring and kind. There were times Eloise wondered if it were all just a sick joke someone was playing on her but they seemed to be the real deal. Having poured over all the information she could find about the ageplay community, specifically focusing on the woman’s blogs, she thought she was ready to meet the diapered girls who supposedly loved their infantilized life. “Well, I’m excited to meet them!” “You do remember what we talked about, correct?” the man questioned. “Of course,” she immediately nodded her head, remembering the countless emails, contracts, and rules she had agreed to. Eloise was not looking to be sued and it was apparent the littles were their number one priority. ooOoo Entering the two-story home, Eloise was met with a homey feel. Greeted by family photos lined up above the shoes along the white wall, they gave the illusion of a normal husband and wife with two daughters. One could continue to believe that if they ignored the fact that the twenty-something year old girls were dressed as toddlers with sagging bulging diapers between their thighs. Distracted, she didn’t even react as Mrs. Hawthorne held her hand, leading her down the long hall. They took a left, entering a spacious living room. Everything was white and modern. The couches. The carpet. The curtains. It was spotless. Weren’t children supposed to be messy? Yes, she knew they weren’t actually children but still… they shit themselves. Caught up in her surroundings, it wasn’t until the sound of Mrs. Hawthorne’s sharp voice that she was startled from her thoughts. Sitting on the ground by the large television were the two women she had read so much about over the past months. “Girls.” snapping his fingers and pointing at the spot in front of them, it was as if a switch had been turned. Suddenly they were drill sergeants, commanding their soldiers. Immediately, the girls dropped whatever objects were in their hands, rushing to greet them. Eloise watched in morbid curiosity as a crackling noise sounded as they waddled across the room, unable to close their thighs due to the thick padding in between their legs. They were naked, save for the diaper and training pants and voices were silenced by the large rubber pacifiers stuffed in their mouths. Eloise allowed her eyes to roam over the identical twins. From their olive hue to blue eyes, their raven hair was hidden by the white frilled bonnet, tied tightly around their chubby face. They stood stock still. With their eyes focused on the ground and legs spread far apart, their hands were hands folded behind their backs; and at no point did they try to cover up their small breasts from her prying eyes, acting perfectly obedient. Too so. “Babies, introduce yourself to Mommy and Daddy’s new friend! I’m sure Miss Ellie,” she glanced up at her apparent new nickname, “would love to be friends with you as well. But that’s only if you are good little girls.” Eloise watched as the girl on the left stepped forward first and with her mouth still stuffed with the rubber object, spoke in a muffled voice so high and painfully sweet, it must have taken months to master. “It a pweasure to mee’ choo,” the girl said as her knees bent and foot went behind the other, squatting down awkwardly before rising in what could only be described as a curtsey. “Mamma an’ dadda cawl me Sugar. I wear diapees cus I can’t hold in my peepee and poopoo.” Stepping back, the other girl who could only be Cookie came forward, reciting the actions and saying, “my name ish Cookie cus I a baby an wike to eat mamma’s ‘ookie an’ suck her milkies.” She thought that was the end of the horribly awkward introduction but with another snap of fingers and stern look, the two girls assumed position. With their thickly mitted hands placed on their hips, they began to sing in off-key unison, faces bright red. Oh right. The performance... “I’m a wittle baby, short and pwump! Here ish my peepee, hewe is my bum!” they spread their legs further, showing their diapered crotch before jumping around and wiggling their bum. “When my tummy grumbles, watch me squat. Ash I make shinky toots as poopoo comes out.” Keeping the fake smile plastered on their face, it didn’t take long for a wretched smell to hit her nose and for the clean white diapers to quickly discolor. Their stomachs grumbled and they moaned, panting heavily as the bulge between their legs grew bigger and dirtier. Breathless, they sang, “but when you think I’m done, I am not! I push and push and a tinkle comes out. There’s a splash and I laugh and I play in my mess! Then I twirl all around until I fall down!” They collapsed to the ground in an exhausted heap, the sound of hot piss heard splashing as they continued to bounce on their bottoms. Not part of the performance, a few loose tears escaped down their eyes, snot ran from their nose and what could only be received as mortified giggles elicited from their mouths. The diapers had ballooned out so much, almost reaching their knees that it would be impossible for them to stand now, much less roll over. They fell forward, diapered bums high in the air as a beeping sound came from her left. Mr. Hawthorne was taking a video. The girls began to cry harder, their already thin composure breaking down. “Very good girls!” The couple clapped, signaling the end of their torment. “Did Miss Ellie like your little dance?” Numbly observing, everyone’s eyes flashed to her, impatiently waiting for a response. “I,” she gulped. “I loved it… good job girls.” With a weak smile and the false sound of adoration, the grown woman, seemingly her age and height let out a shaky breath. “Mommy’s going to take our new friend on a tour of the house but don’t worry,” she smiled thin-lipped. “Daddy’s gonna continue with your game. We haven’t forgotten about our two favorite babies.” ooOoo This time, vividly aware of her firm grasp on her hand, Eloise still didn’t question it as a million questions swam in her mind. The rest of the house was much the same as the living room, modern, big, white, and sterile. Large babygates, taller than herself were in several different places and unable to keep up, she watched the woman maneuver the different locks and switches in a terrifying speed. Afterward, her eyes just about popped out of her head when she saw the two adult-sized high chairs in the kitchen and tiny portable pink princess potty training seat pushed against the wall. “Have a seat,” the older woman gestured toward the marble island in the center of the kitchen but at her pause, glancing down at the seat, Mrs. Hawthorne quickly understood. “I apologize sweetie, but you’re going to have to sit in the booster seat. It’s not ideal but they’re such a pain to remove and put back together.” she waved it off like it was no big deal and Eloise internally scowled. “Sugar and Cookie are only in diapers right now because they decided to be naughty. All of their toddler privileges have been taken away which includes sitting in their big girl seat,” she explained, shuffling through the cabinets. “You’re looking pale, Eliie. Some warm milk will do the trick. Go ahead and take a seat, I’ll help with the straps so you don’t accidentally fall off. Those things can be such a hazard at times.” She followed the woman’s directions, deciding just to suck it up and be quiet, knowing how gracious they were with allowing her in their home. Placing her bag down and taking out her computer, she was anxious to record everything she’d witnessed so far and get started with the story. She hadn’t expected so much to happen in so short of time. This was better than she thought. “I was hoping to ask about-” “Here we are.” The woman cut her off, placing a pink plastic sippy cup with handles in front of her. “What?” she questioned and jerked suddenly at the sudden touch of her crotch. Mrs. Hawthorne waved her hands dismissively as she tugged on the straps, fingers brushing against the inside of her thigh as she pulled tighter, the supposed harness cutting into her skin. Her legs swung in the air, not long enough to reach the tiled ground. Averting her eyes and shaking her head in disbelief, Mrs. Hawthorn hummed in satisfaction, moving to sit on the other side of the table. “Don’t be embarrassed, dear. Like I said before, those things are so easy to slip off of and we can’t have you getting hurt. It’s for your own safety.” “The sippy cup?” Eloise questioned, scratching the side of her neck anxiously. “Oh that!” she waved her hand. “All the dishes are dirty, they’ve gotta go in the dishwasher. This is what happens though when you’ve got two kids. Everything is constantly a mess!” she laughed, almost sounding stressed. “Drink your milk, dear. It won’t stay warm for long.” Unable to escape her sharp gaze, Eloise took a sip. Swallowing a thick mouthful of the creamy sweet liquid. Her taste buds immediately were on fire, desperate for more of the delicious treat. “This is milk? It tastes different.” she mused, licking the excess off her lips. Mrs. Hawthorne smiled, massaging her breast in circles. “It’s special milk straight from the farm. I pump it myself.” “What makes it so sweet?” she furrowed her thinly plucked brows, continuing to drink as it settled warmly in her stomach. A warm, relaxing feeling washed over her body as she began to sink down in the seat. Pausing for a moment, she shrugged,“oh, just a little honey… like your hair.” “My hair?” Her fingers brushed against her lips, giggling softly. “Your honey colored hair. It falls at just the right length above your shoulders. Did anyone ever tell you you have pretty hair?” “Oh… maybe, a few times. But, uhm, I actually had a few questions.” she blushed, fumbling over the keyboard, typing out her questions on the document. “I just wanted to clarify that everything done here is consensual. Sugar and Cookie have consented… I was reading about contracts and safe words online, I just thought I’d find out more about it… if you could tell me? The older woman’s head tilted to the side, mouth opening and closing, taken aback. Eloise glanced down at her hands, knuckles white, formed into fists. “I hope you understand my need to ask,” the young girl tried to explain. “It’s a bit difficult for some to understand why someone would want to be degraded like this- put back in diapers and treated lesser than. I- I mean no disrespect, I just want to try to explain it better–” “The girls would not still be here if they didn’t want to. Mommy and daddy are here to decide and care for them. If the girls felt they were being taken advantage of, they sure as hell would speak up-” “What about before? They were crying. Also, are you going to change their diapers?” “They thrive off humiliation. The girls created the mess and now they get to sit in it. The longer their diapers are dirty, the more they’re reminded of how little they are. Grownups don’t mess themselves, do they?” Well some did… “I think it’s time we take a break-” “But we just started.” “Are you questioning me?” Her mouth went numb, the words she wanted to say were on the tip of her tongue but couldn’t force them out. “Why don’t you take a rest,” she talked so sweetly that it almost hurt to listen to. “We’ve prepared your room, it’s right across from the girls’. You’ve got a while to relax and settle in. I can take your clothes and put them in the wash if you’d like? They must be dirty from the plane.” Her eyes briefly ran over her gray sweatpants and shirt and Eloise, realizing that this conversation wasn’t going to get anywhere else, reluctantly agreed; but a little voice tucked away in the back of her mind wondered what the hell she was doing. ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! Just wanted to post another quick chapter for you all! I meant to mention before that this story is going to be a slow regression. Yes, it’s easy for them to just drug her and force her to be their baby but they’ve decided to take it slowly, tricking and manipulating her until she just naturally begins to regress (or that’s their hope). Also, I am going to be alternating back and forth between the present and past but it won’t be every chapter. I hope you all have good holidays and PLEASE COMMENT! I love hearing what you have to say!! Full Potty Song (to the tune of, I'm a Little Teapot): “I’m a little baby, short and plump! Here is my peepee, here is my bum. When my tummy grumbles Watch me squat, as I make stinky toots as poopoo comes out But when you think I’m done I am not! I push and push and a tinkle comes out There’s a splash and I laugh, and I play in my mess! Then I twirl around until I fall down!”

Thank you!! I greatly appreciate it! I also just wanted to inform you that I've posted the beginning of another story: https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/81002-babydolls/#comment-1956352 - if you are interested at all! NOT AN UPDATE!! I just wanted to share my new story that I've just posted with you all! I'm still going to be continuing this story but the other one had been sitting around for a while so I finally decided to put it up! Down below is the link: https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/81002-babydolls/#comment-1956352 Hope you all enjoy! I will be updating both stories soon!!

A/N: IMPORTANT TO NOTICE Hey all! I hope you're all doing well! Do not worry! I am still working on my other stories but had started this a while ago and felt like I should post it! Just a warning in the beginning that this story will contain a lot of non-con, sexual content and humiliation. If this makes you uncomfortable than I suggest you don't read it! I love seeing comments so I'd love to see everyone's comments! ooOoo Summary: When a young new independent journalist decides to write about something other than the typical run of the mill stories, she is introduced into a new life, just not in the way she expected. ooOoo Chapter 1: MommyslittleBiggurls.com 22 December 2021 Hello Friends! It sure has been a while! I hope you’re all doing well on this frosty morning. Here in Montana, we’re certainly going to have a white Christmas. Sugar and Cookie sure are excited to see Santa and have been extra careful to be good girls; always asking for the potty like good little girls, eating all of their veggies at dinner and making sure to drink all of their babas full of yummy milk! I’m sure you all are experiencing the same with your little ones at the moment, even the disobedient can’t ignore the happy cheer of Christmas. I really can’t believe it’s only been three months since we first adopted our newest little girl, Honey! Of course with new littles, it’s always an adventure and Sugar and Cookie are being the best big sisters they can be! It can be hard, especially around the holidays to deal with an un-regressed, naughty little so that brings me to the topic of today’s post: Punishments. If you're like me or are a new caregiver, it’s never easy training a new little and before they can be our sweet little babies, they will be literal demons! It is never fun but in order to nip that naughty behavior in the bum, punishment is required and it is not always as simple as quick spanking. Listed below, you will find three different punishments to try if you, like me, were at a loss. Punishments: Punishment 1: Corner time with a twist Depending on the severity of the naughty behavior, instruct your little one it's corner time for a certain amount of time. While many, if not all, will just find this incredibly boring and whine, there is a small twist. Listen carefully to these five steps: Take littles’ clothes away (that means no diapers/pullups/or undies as well!), Give a nice soapy cold enema to their bum-bum and insert a buttplug to ensure no dribbles Administer a firm spanking (I’ve found different objects such as a belt or hairbrush to be most effective!) Little will bend down or kneel in the corner with their bum-bum high in the air for everyone to see After a certain amount of time, if the little has not moved from their position, you will instruct the little to tell you what they did wrong and have them beg to release their bodily functions. If you are unsatisfied with their response, even more minutes will be added to corner time Punishment 2: Potty Time with Horsy Let’s get real, we’ve all struggled with littles refusing to go potty in their diapers or on the training toilet and it’s a pain to have to insert enemas and suppositories into screaming littles. That’s how I came up with horsy time. The rocking horse, while meant to be an object of amusement during playtime, can just as quickly be turned into an object of torture. What you need to do is listed below: The little will sit on the rocking horse in only their bottoms, whether that be a diaper or pull-up Place earphones on little and set to the wet diaper hypnosis Instruct the little to rock back and forth and do not stop no matter what and not to mess or wet themselves Plan a certain amount of time and come back when the time is up If the little is still rocking and is dry, they have earned the privilege to go potty. If not, horsy time is extended and the dirty diaper stays on another several hours The constant rhythmic motion combined with hypnosis at the same timing will put the littles right in the mood to have to relieve themselves. How they do it will no longer matter. The added pressure to keep a constant rocking in order to avoid further punishment will take a heavy toll on their mind as well and increase the need for positive behavior. Punishment 3: No Playtime with Teddy If you choose to allow your little to have any sexual release, this punishment can have a rewarding effect. As a human race, we are sexual beings but not everyone deserves or should have such an experience. Littles have gotten it into their minds that they should be allowed to have such experiences, but what do they know? They’re just littles. It is our job as caretakers to instruct and control their urges. If we leave them to their own devices, who knows what will happen? My little girls are allowed one play session a week with Mr. Teddy Bear to release all of their icky cummies by the hand of mommy and daddy. While Rosie and Cookie know being a good girl will lead to happy feelings, Honey is still learning. Orgasm and cum denial or “the tickles and ice cream dance” as we call it, are an excellent way to assert dominance and make them quickly realize who the real grownups are and who is in charge. Mittens or restraints are a must for untrained littles! You never know where their wandering hands will end up! Chastity belts are also a great device, especially if they get a little too excited during playtime and try humping (which is extremely discouraged!) IMPORTANT: It is important to enforce anything sexual is not allowed without the approval, observation, and act by grown-ups because you never know when littles might accidentally injure themselves! I hope you all enjoyed my little list and hopefully it helps you on your journey to having a regressed little! It may seem tough at times but we’ve all gone through it before (I currently am!) Stay tuned for next time and meanwhile, have a Merry Christmas! Love, Mommy Bree ooOoo The sound of the ding signaling the post had been successfully posted was a happy feeling to say the least. Unknown outside the world of ageplay, Bree Hawthorne was as famous as could be within the community. With over ten thousand followers and readers, people tuned in from all over the world to read about their simple little family. Being a blogger on top of a mommy had become her full time job and she didn’t regret a single second of it. She always knew she wanted to have a family and her love for blogging couldn’t have been a more perfect combination. There were so many who envied to fill the role of a Hawthorne little but only so few could actually meet the requirements. That’s why they had taken to unique means of obtaining their little girls. Kidnapping was a bit too harsh a term. They preferred adoption. Did the public need to know that? No. Would they ever find out? Probably not. Looking around outside the large glass windows, the only view for miles was farmland with snow capped mountains in the background. Bloomington, Montana was the perfect place to go to if one didn’t want to be found. They had the freedom to be who they were without any nosey neighbors disrupting their lives. Her husband, coming from old money, allowed them to own lavish homes around the country, buy the newest high-tech adult-baby equipment and pay off those they needed to stay quiet. Everything was as it should be. Everything would soon be perfect. They were our babydolls. Sugar, Cookie, Honey and- “Another post?” Jasper. At the sound of his deep voice, she spun around in the swivel chair. Face to face with her blonde, strong-jawed, blue eyed handsome husband. He was everything she dreamed of in a man. Strong, smart, caring, loyal. A great daddy to their three wonderful girls. What more could a person ask of a spouse? “Yes. I’ve finished just in time for… lunch!” she exclaimed, glancing at the time and shutting down the macbook. “Today’s post was about punishments and I gave the best examples of Honey. How is she doing this morning actually? The baby monitor on her end has been awfully quiet.” she asked, having been in the office the entire morning working. “Sleeping.” was his only response, scowling with his hand over his face. “Do I want to know what happened?” “No.” It was always a struggle to tame the girl and her rebellious behavior and silly dreams. Most often then not her bum was black and blue, littered with marks and bruises. How a five foot, one-hundred-twenty pound girl with not an ounce of body fat had managed to give them this much a fight, they did not know. While the little blonde fought they pushed back just as hard. She would break eventually. They all do. “Sugar and Cookie are in the playpen writing letters to Santa,” that made them crack a smile. “I can feed them while you handle, Honey? I may just take her over my knee again and that’s not what she needs at the moment.” Bree reached out, wrapping her arms around his neck as his face burrowed into her kinky black hair, placing a trail of kisses upon her chocolate colored skin. “So it’s my turn to play the bad mommy,” she mused. “Precisely.” her husband cracked a smile. “It feels so much longer than three months since we got her. Remember?” Oh, how could they forget…

Chapter 5: Waking up in a new place, foreign and strange, would be a terrible fright to anyone. But Luna, upon opening her eyes, knew what had happened as she struggled to break free from the restraining blanket that held her arms and legs firmly captive inside. The swaddle was tight around her body, unable to break no matter how hard she fought against it. Thinking back to before, of course he lied to her. That’s all men do. Lie, cheat, and steal. Was Mary in on it? She wouldn’t be surprised. The girl had had it out for her from the moment she arrived. Placing her trust in another person was what got people killed. Something she now vowed to never do again. And yes, she wasn’t dead but her life was as good as over. Luna blinked, squeezing her eyes open and closed to get rid of the fuzzy vision, yet nothing worked. It was an hour ago, she finally awoke, trapped in this plastic cage.She referred to the crib as a cage because that’s what it was. Not only was she desperate to escape the prison but the restraints that secured her arms and legs in an uncomfortably tight bond. Though the only thing she’d done was work herself into exhaustion, further spreading the mushy brown mess from her bottom up her backside, the pungent smell unmistakable. That’s right. She’d shit herself- something she hadn’t done since she was a toddler. It had been like this for an hour. The shit dried to her skin in a flaky irritating mess and knew the next step was a diaper rash. At her wits end, Luna was going to strangle someone if they didn’t come soon, and thankfully a moment later, the sound of footsteps sounded throughout the room. Unable to do anything else but lay on her back and her vision having declined, she could only wait, anger bubbling from beneath the surface ready to explode. Two women appeared standing above her. Their faces were muffled from the plastic bubble she was surrounded in but still she was able to make out what they were saying, glaring up at their smiling faces. “Someone’s a cranky baby,” the blonde woman mused, blue eyes sparkling. “Well, I would be too if I was woken up from a nice nap. Were you having nice dreams, sweetie?” the other woman, cooed, sticking her hand through a whole on the side of the cage, fingers lightly petting her puffed out cheek. A low, unmistakable growl escaped her throat and if it hadn’t been for the inflated, adult-sized pacifier in her mouth and strapped around her head, she would’ve bit the woman’s fingers right off. “Are you acting like a puppy? You sure are a silly girl! she laughed condescendingly, the wrinkles on her face prominent showing her old age. The other young woman pinched her nose in exaggeration as her face twisted into one of disgust. “Pee- ew! What she is is a stinky girl. Someone must have made a big present for Nurse Astrid and Nurse Lizzie!” Don’t react. Don’t react. her mind hissed. That’ll be just giving them what they want. What they want is to humiliate you. Be the bigger person. Fuck that. Attack. Escape. Make them suffer. She fought an internal battle, escaping her main focus but how she would accomplish that was the problem. Before, her confidence would’ve been in the way but after seeing what happened to Tina, she knew not to underestimate these people. “Well, she is just a little baby and you know they can’t control when they have to go.” They talked about her as if she wasn’t even there or able to understand english. “While I’d love to stick around, there’s more documents I’ve got to sign for her transfer here. I’m trusting you can handle changing her diaper, Lizzie. Page me if you’re having any difficulties.” without sparing a glance toward her again, the older woman left the room. The younger woman, Nurse Lizzie, undid the lock, lifting the top up and open and reached down toward her. Luna was prepared to make this as difficult for her as possible but the moment she was lifted in the air, her neck fell back and a startled cry escaped her lips. She tried with all her strength to lift her head but nothing would work. Why couldn't she feel her body? Her chest rose and fell as the panic began to set in. “Don’t worry, sweetie. You’re going to be Nurse Lizzie’s good girl and nothing bad will happen to you.” the woman, seemingly not much older than herself, explained in a lighthearted tone as she was brought across the room. She used this time to look around as much as she could see, noticing the other plastic cages and one other girl who was seemingly asleep, suckling in the rubber object. Her eyes narrowed in disgust. The girl was probably braindead like the rest of the people here. She was part of the problem, giving in too easily to their crazy fetish. Luna felt no empathy for the adult-baby. Her body was placed down on another surface and before she could react, the nurse took her face in her hands, forcing her to look up. Something had switched inside her as her eyes darkened, face cold. “Now, pumpkin, we can do this the easy or hard way. This is the last time me or anyone else is going to talk to you like the adult you are no longer,” she spoke in a low voice. “We may not know your real name yet but we do know of your… rebellious nature and let me tell you now, naughty behavior won’t be tolerated and Nurse Astrid is not a patient woman.” What’s the worst they could do? Spank her? She’d gladly take that any day over submitting to their sick fantasies. “Now, I’m going to undo the swaddle and if you even think,” her nails dug into her cheek, “of fighting back, you won’t like what happens next.” Suck my tits. “Now,” a delighted expression ghosted over her face once more. “Let’s get your stinky bum-bum changed. I’m sure you’d like a new diapee, won’t that be nice, hmm?” ooOoo Weakly, Luna fought against the restraints that held her wrists and ankles tied down to the adult-sized changing table. Forced onto her stomach with a double padded thick diaper already laid out beneath her, she screeched, angry tears pouring down her face as vicious swats rained down on her pale bottom. She’d lost count after about twenty slaps and was now simply just praying for the punishment to end soon. “I know you’re a curious little girl but right now is not the time for exploring,” the nurse sighed, now rubbing her scarlet bottom. “It breaks my heart to have to hurt your little bum-bum but when babies don’t listen to their nursy, that’s when they are punished.” Perhaps it had been a bad idea to call the woman a cunt and tell her to fuck off. She’d first tried to kick the woman and when she could hardly move her limbs, that’s when she’d ran her mouth. That had only landed her in a worse situation. The only person she could blame was herself. On top of the stinging pain, her skin was more tender than usual, turning a light pink. It didn’t take a smart person to know the hair had been removed from her body. Never had she been into waxing or shaving, it was just too time consuming. To feel this bare, this unnaturally smooth stirred up an anxious feeling in her gut. The girl flinched as the rough material touched her sensitive skin and the diapers were tapped around her waist. It was so big, her thighs no longer touched and legs were left permanently apart. “Maybe tomorrow, if you can act like a good girl the rest of the day, I’ll give you some cream for your bum-bum. I know what a sorry girl you must be right now…” Don’t react. Don’t give in. Don’t react. She continued to stare straight ahead, the pacifier (or gag she liked to call it) rested motionless in her mouth. However, what gave her just the most pleasure was the faint twitch in the woman’s eye, frazzled by her inability to goad her even further. “Your bottle will come later once we’re all in a better mood. I can’t have my little girl going hungry!” she pinched her cheeks. “Now, let's get you back to your crib. Little babies like you need lots of beauty sleep in order to be a healthy girl.” Back in the plastic cage, time creeped by slowly as there was nothing else to do but lay trapped in the bubble. Her back ached, having been in the same position for hours and limbs were numb. The only thing to keep her from going insane was to formulate her escape plan. There was one exit all the way on the other side of the room. While she couldn’t see, Luna expected there to be some type of security measures in place so it wouldn’t be as easy as walking out the door. Perhaps there was a keypad with a pin she needed to enter. Or perhaps a keycard only the workers had. Luna knew that she wouldn’t stay this weak. The drug that they’d administered her with when she was kidnapped hadn’t fully left her system yet. However, once that was out, she could at least walk. Then the only problem was how she was gonna escape without everyone noticing. They had eyes like hawks and monitored their every move, never missing a single thing. The girl knew she would only have a short-time to run so she had to take advantage of the opportunity. That meant waiting… for how long? She didn’t know. Nurse Ratched- Nurse Lizzie’s new name- was not all as she appeared on the outside. Luna knew. Luna had seen her bubbly annoyingly perfect attitude change in the blink of an eye. She was just pretending. The woman was a fake and a liar and a cheater. Did she know Mary? They would get along great. ooOoo Luna didn’t know when she fell asleep but the next time she woke up it was dark. On her chin was drool, crusted to her skin and she wiggled around as much as she could, satisfied when all she felt and heard was the rough material against her sore bottom. Still dry. She sighed in relief, her lips wrinkled around the rubber bulb. Did they really think they’d make her incontinent in a day? A soft snort sounded from her as she thought how stupid they all were. Yes, at the moment they had the upper hand but it wouldn’t always be that way. She’d like to see them in her position. Then who’d be the ones complaining?! Broken from her thoughts by a grumble in her stomach, Luna remembered that she hadn’t eaten since the day before. Too frazzled with everything going on, food was the last thing on her mind as she frantically searched for her missing family. Nurse Ratched said something about a bottle that had god-knew what inside. If that woman thought that she was going to get her to drink out of the bottle like a damn baby, she had hell coming her way. Luna rather starve herself to death than give into their sick fantasies. She’d rather have her ass spanked a thousand times over again than suckle on the teat like a clueless infant. While she may have lost control of a lot of things, they could not force her to eat. Some of the most famous people went on hunger strikes like Mahatma Gandhi- who protested against British rule and Alice Paul- famous American suffragette who fought for women's rights. What was Luna MacNamara protesting against? She was fighting for the right for Freedom from Cruel, Inhumane, and Degrading Treatment! Her name would go down in history when they ended this horrible place. They could dress her up in whatever silly outfit they wanted. They could force her to shit and piss herself. They could take away her freedom of movement. But if she didn’t eat then she couldn’t live and then what would they do? No longer could they humiliate her when she was dead from starvation. Now, all she could do was rest and wait for the game to begin. They wouldn’t know what hit them. ooOoo A/N: Hello! Apologies for the late post! I’m even busier now that the holidays are arriving and finally sat down to write some. This chapter is short but I promise the next one will be longer! As for Luna, she sure is rebellious! How much longer do you think it’ll take until she breaks? Also a fun fact about me, I’m majoring in Human Rights and had just too much fun throwing in the different human rights articles :). I love to hear your opinions and thoughts and appreciate it so much when you comment, it motivates me to keep writing! I’d love to hear what you all think! I should update again soon, possibly before or after Christmas! Happy holidays to everyone celebrating!

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A Very Merry Christmas for Chrissy ooOoo Story #2 “Oh, how sweet! Look at her little outfit- oh and her cheeks! My goodness, I just wanna squeeze them!” Chrissy heard the comments loud and clear, having been repeated by just about every person that passed. She knew she looked adorable because the thirty-year-old woman in the kitchen, whom she was forced to call mommy, had her dressed up like a fucking Christmas tree. No, like, she wasn’t even joking. Two large green bows kept her hair pulled back into two high ponytails, yanking painfully at her scalp; and she wore a high-hemmed, poofy red dress that had way too many sparkles and irritated her skin. It didn’t help that she had a matching red diaper and plastic covering which the dress did nothing to hide. She looked ridiculous but no one seemed to care what her opinions were. Chrissy had gotten so good at pretending that no one knew she wasn’t actually regressed, but this family was really testing her patience. The house was chaotic as it was Christmas Day and the people just never stopped coming. Christmas had never been her favorite holiday for a lot of reasons and now this was just another one. Her “aunt” who happened to be freakin seventeen years old- five years younger than her- never failed to drive her insane. In another life, perhaps they could’ve been friends, but Chrissy couldn’t get over the fact a literal child had more power than she did and fucking knew it. Now, she sat in front of her on the carpeted ground. Not only did she interrupt her counting of the numerous presents but disrupted her view of the big sparkly Christmas tree. Chrissy very well couldn’t tell her to fuck off so her only other option was to play dumb. After all, she was just a stupid baby. “Awww, does someone like the tree?” the teenager, Skyler gasped in exaggerated excitement. “Someone’s been a very very good girl! Look at how many presents Santa brought!” The little giggled and eyes wide, exclaimed, “fow me?” The dark haired girl nodded. “Of course! Santa knows how much you like your diapees.” The girl was trying to irritate her now, Chrissy’s mind hissed as the girl hinted at what her possible presents would be. Before in the hospital, she had been a big girl and been allowed pullups. But now, because of one stupid little accident, momm- Kira and James had stuck her in diapers for what they said was a “temporary” thing. The problem was it had been six months, and the topic of pullups had yet to be brought up again. And besides, it wasn’t even the actual wearing of the diapers that bothered her. It was that they were cloth. There was nothing more disgusting than sitting in your own shit and pee, and it not even absorbing into the material. She could tolerate that but this… not so much. It also didn’t help that her “parents'' were self-declared vegans which meant she was as well. That was just another thing Kira and James insisted on because they were an, “eco-friendly, vegan family!” Mommy Kira loved to remind everyone. The teenager grinned with a smug look on her face, sipping from a steaming mug of hot cocoa. Chrissy’s anger was temporarily forgotten about as she stared at the sticky gooey white mess of marshmallows. The little’s mouth watered, unable to remember the last time she drank something that wasn’t straight from someone’s breast or ate food that wasn’t “vegan.” Now, she had nothing against people who chose that lifestyle, except the exorbitant amount of puréed black beans she ate and any other food they handmade, made her a very gassy girl. Chrissy wished that just today, Christmas Day, they would make an exception. All she needed was a tiny taste. Just one taste- “Oh! Is she thirsty?” Fuck! She blinked, startled from her thoughts to see her “daddy” towering over them. She knew better than to zone out because that’s when she lost control (the little she had). “Come to daddy! I think it’s time that mommy took a break from cooking.” he lifted her without a problem, securing her on his hip as her legs automatically locked around his waist. He was a big burly dark-haired man, standing at over six feet tall, and made almost entirely out of muscle. He was only twenty-seven years old, five years older than her. That’s how old her last boyfriend was. Now, this man owned her. “You don’t need any of that icky grown up drink. Mommy has plenty of milkies for you.” Chrissy smiled as he placed a wet kiss on her cheek, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck. She felt the condescending looks of “adults” as they passed by and allowed her eyes to linger just for a moment on the two other littles in the room. At times she wasn’t sure if they were even alive; essentially brain dead and always wrapped up so tight in those blankets. The only thing that moved were their eyes and the constant sucking of the oversized pacifier. Other than that, all they did was lay in their parents arms, shitting themselves, sleeping, and nursing. Chrissy could only thank the Lord that she hadn’t ended up like them. Entering the kitchen, immediately her gaze was brought towards the mountains of food that she would never get to eat, spread across the counters. Mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, chicken… so much more. “Oh, look who’s arrived! Was someone having fun playing with Auntie Sky?” There were several other people milling around in the kitchen helping to prepare the food. Chrissy couldn’t help but snuggle closer to the man as the older woman approached. Granny, she was supposed to call her, but Chrissy mentally referred to her as the Batshit Crazy Woman. The woman, Fran, was a hippie, still stuck in the seventies and preferred to live a “natural” kind of lifestyle. Chrissy could definitely see where Kira and James got some of their ideas from. “Oh, James, give her to me! I’ve not even gotten to hold my grandbaby today. You know, she hardly sees me. She could get confused with who I am!” “Well mom, maybe if you took a break from the RV and traveling, you could spend more time together,” said Kira, sticking something in the oven. “I’m sure Chrissy would love to do artwork with you-” No. She wouldn’t. “Oh, wouldn’t you like that sweetie? Oh yes, you would!” the woman cooed as she came around the counter, letting down her golden hair. There was no time to react before she was transferred from one person’s arms to the next. Holding her bridal style, her face was pressed into two soft large breasts, leaving hardly any room to breathe. “Right now is not a good time Fran,” her dad- James interjected. “Someone is a very hungry girl-” “Food!” Chrissy fidgeted slightly, pointing towards the mac and cheese. She at least had to try. It was Christmas. Of course everyone laughed. She sounded just like a whining toddler- which was basically what she had become. “Silly girl! We have our own yummy food. Mommy’s not given enough attention to her little girl, has she?” The less attention the better. Leaving her pouting, they misinterpreted it for agreement. “I suppose though, a little treat before dinner wouldn’t hurt!” the woman exclaimed, as if sucking on her boobs was a dessert. Turning back to her husband, she said, “the turkey should be out of the oven in about an hour and a half in case I’m not down by then.” ooOoo Dinner was exactly how she suspected it would go. She sat as still as she could in the horrid high chair, watching as everyone feasted on the delicious meal she wasn’t allowed to have. Auntie Linda and Uncle Harold, argued like usual, sitting at the end of the table. Granny was rambling to anyone who would listen to her about her travels and the cool weed guy she had met on the road, sitting across from her. Her other aunt and uncle were not present, having left early because it was past their “babies” bedtime. Then there was mommy and daddy, sitting on each side of her. Strapped securely in the high chair, she picked at the food with her hands, having been given no utensils. After being forced to eat this shit for a year now, she’d learned to stomach it, trying not to think about the actual taste. Mashed beans, prunes, carrots, and tofu were not what she would call a Christmas dinner, and she fidgeted, trying to ignore the cramping sensation in her milk-filled stomach. Chrissy knew what the outcome would be and was stupid enough to think that no one would notice that she hadn’t used her diaper all day. Now, she was only one to blame, having brought this upon herself. But she couldn’t let herself go. For one, Kira and James were always slow to change her, allowing her to stew in the mess until she begged them for a clean diaper; and that was not something she wanted to deal with at the moment. Second, the teenager across the table had made an enemy of her. Chrissy had had enough of her attitude and knew the thing she hated the most was mess. The girl had it coming. “Oh my, you’re a hungry girl!” Daddy laughed as he wiped her food-covered face with a wet cloth. “Pweasents?” she asked innocently with hopeful eyes. Everyone laughed at her eagerness but the girl just wanted to get out of the stupid highchair. The harness cut into her stomach, adding an uncomfortable pressure and did everything possible to hide the pain. If they saw she was hurt, they’d put her to bed and the night was just starting. “I suppose it is time,” mommy agreed. “It is getting late and close to her bedtime.” Chrissy frowned, seeing on the clock it was only six-thirty. Yes, bedtime was in an hour which she absolutely detested. “Stay up? Pweaseee! I goo’ giwl! Me wanna pway wif Auntie Sky-sky!” she pleaded with the man and woman, saying the only thing she knew could possibly sway their mind. Plus, now Sky-sky was all too happy to advocate for her. “It’s Christmas Kira! Let her stay up another hour. I can keep her company and put her to bed. I don’t want to miss a chance to be with my favorite niece!” Chrissy could hardly hold back her cringe, instead choosing to reach her arms out for the woman beside her. She could see the wheels turning in her mommy’s and daddy’s heads as they finally agreed. “Oh alright, I suppose one hour won’t hurt. It is Christmas after all.” Beaming from ear to ear, Chrissy squealed, “wuv ooh!” ooOoo Everything was going according to plan. Maybe a little too smoothly. Skyler insisted that she sit in her lap, her reasoning being that tired babies get cranky so she had to keep an eye on her. Normally, Chrissy would be sulking but tonight she relaxed into her arms, feeling the faint grumble of her stomach grow stronger and stronger. If Skyler noticed, she didn’t say and continued to talk about some baby shit that Chrissy did not pay attention to. So far her only presents had been: more colorful cloth diapers, pacifiers, clothes, and a large doll house- which she had to admit, she was a little impressed with. “Is that it?” Granny announced, clapping her hands. “Not quite.” daddy said with a small smile, standing up. Looking around, there were no more presents as the ground was covered in gold, red, and green wrapping paper. Everyone stared at him in confusion and her stomach began to twist in turn. “There is one last thing and it’s a family gift-” “James?” her mommy cocked her to the side. “What is it honey?” He didn’t respond, and walked away, turning the corner, adding to the suspicion. The sound of the front door opening and closing echoed through the house and before anyone had time to discuss, the unmistakable voice of a child was heard. There were gasps and Chrissy’s stomach did a flip, blood turning cold. “Everyone. Meet our new daughter.” he stood at the doorway, holding a girl the size of a pumpkin with large brown curls, fat cheeks, and a big red bow tied around her poofy white dress. She gnawed on the pacifier, clinging onto her daddy in obvious distress. Gasps of joy sounded throughout the room and her mommy jumped up, rushing towards the both of them. “You have a little sister!” Skyler bounced her on her knee. “James- how- what? Oh my god!” tears freely flowed down Kira’s face as she reached out to take the heavy girl (who could be a Gerber baby) “We’ve been talking about another child for a while and so I decided to head back to the hospital. The moment I saw her, I knew...” Chrissy felt sick as they talked. It was like they were in the circus and she and the girl were the show animals, being paraded around in front of the audience, made to perform. The girl met her gaze, eyes wide and the realization sunk in. It was June. Baby June. The girl who waddled around not because her diaper was too thick, but because her thighs were too big and stomach constantly grew bigger. Fed up, Chrissy let out a frustrated cry, triggering the explosion. It could only be described as a muddy landslide as brown mush came pouring out in a gassy mess. She didn’t even need to push as the food had done the job for her. Chrissy relished in the mess she created, squirming around in the warmth of it all as her stomach continued to grumble. The teenager cried out in disgust, seeing the dribble of poop on her brand new dress. Not even the plastic pants could control the eruption. June giggled which led to Chrissy smiling and the adults all just sighed, knowing what a stinky mess it was going to be to clean up. In the end, Chrissy decided it was a good Christmas. Skyler, dramatic as ever, stormed out, refusing to ever come back (which was fine with her) and a new friend had been made in the new girl she was to call her sister. ooOoo A/N: Hey all! This series wasn’t supposed to be a Christmas one but it seems that’s what it’s turning into! I really love to see your comments, they truly make my day! I hope you enjoyed it and I will be updating again soon. Happy Holidays! Thank you! More is to come!! Thank you!! Thank you! I had so many characters I wanted to write a story about and knew it would be way too much to create stories about every single of them, so I decided to turn some of them into one-shots!

Little Gin-Gin's Trip to the Mall *this is only the first out of many to come* ooOoo Chapter 1: “Is my little Gin-gin excited to meet Santa!?” her mommy asked, gasping as if she were surprised. From their place in line, she could see about fifty other adult-babies with their mommies and daddies. Some eagerly awaited to meet the fat, white-haired man in the red suite while others sulked, mortified at the prospect of having to sit on a grown-man's lap in front of a crowd of strangers. “Are you going to tell Santa everything you want for Christmas?” the woman bounced her in her arms, squeezing the back of her thick oversized diaper. Crinkling loudly, Ginny didn’t give it a second thought. Her self worth had been lost a long time ago. No longer did she care who saw her naked or diapered. The mall, possibly the most public place you could be seen in, was where they were. Deck the Halls played loudly over the speakers and littles gathered around the large sparkly Christmas tree, eagerly watching the train go round and round in circles. The general atmosphere was a happy one. Holiday music filled the air as people did last minute Christmas shopping, dragging their littles in tow or dropping them off at the mall daycare. Ginny couldn’t help but blush as her mommy, placed a big sloppy wet kiss on her cheek. Her eyes drifted down, catching just a hint of the white diaper, peeking out from her frilled, velvety red dress. Soleless, shining black Mary Jane’s were strapped onto her feet and ruffled white socks that went up to almost her knees. The girl was convinced that dress up was her mommy’s favorite part of the day. Never was she to look less than her best, which meant looking the most little she could be. There was a time when she would’ve rebelled. There was a time she would've screamed and cried, refusing to leave the house until her mommy had to drag her out. But that time had passed and now she had resigned herself to the fact that she was never escaping. All she could do was suck it up and pretend. Good girls were rewarded with treats. Naughty girls received spankings. That was something she did not want. Next in line, a feeling of fear suddenly formed in the pit of her stomach. Gripping onto the front of her mommy’s shirt, the ginger-haired girl hid her face in the woman’s warm, soft bosom, tightening her legs around her waist. Laughs were heard as her mommy kissed her head, and they were called up. The fake Santa gave a friendly smile, motioning for them to come forward. “Ohhh, is the baby shy?” a worker cooed, approaching them. He was dressed as an elf with big ears, pointy shoes and a pointy hat. “Why doesn’t mommy come up with us! You wouldn’t want Santa to forget any presents, would you?” Could Santa grant her her freedom? Could Santa give her a phone so she could call the police and escape this place? The answer was no. There was nothing Santa could give her. They didn’t wait for an answer and her heart skipped a beat as she was taken from the warmth of her mommy’s arms. It was sickening how much she had begun to depend on her. A high pitched squeal escaped her lips as she was placed on the man’s lap, pressed against his beer belly. It didn’t surprise her at how she fit perfectly snug on his lap and he held onto her waist, ensuring she didn’t slip off. “Well, hohoho! You can call me Santa, what's your name?” the man asked in a loud jovial voice, his breath smelling of mint. His long beard tickled her skin leaving her wanting to pull on it. “M-mommy cawl me, Gin-gin ow Ginny!” as she spoke, drool dribbled from her mouth, and if the Santa imposter noticed or cared, he didn’t show it. Beside them, her mommy beamed, taking numerous pictures on her phone. Ginny knew that when spoke it either had to be in her baby voice or she was to stay silent. She had worked hard to perfect the high and squeaky voice, but her inability to pronounce words came naturally after over half of her teeth were removed and twisted around in her mouth. Was she in constant immense pain? Yes. Did her mommy care? No. She thought her speech impediment was cute and teethers had become her new best friend. Plus the constant drooling that resulted from the procedure was an extra bonus. “Well, Gin-gin, have you been a good or a naughty girl?” “Goo’!” she squealed, bouncing lightly in his lap, much to the enjoyment of everyone watching. In another life, she could’ve been an actress. That’s how good she was at pretending. “Why don’t you tell Santa what you want for Christmas.” She leaned forward, smelling the faintest whiff of cinnamon and cupped her hand around his ear, coming up with things on the spot. “My elves down at the North Pole are working very very hard to prepare. I can promise that you are going to have a very happy Christmas.” She continued to smile, giggling at all the right moments as she sucked on her fingers. A woman elf stood behind the camera, making funny faces as they did with all littles to get them to smile. Ginny beamed, making sure to show her toothless mouth as the pictures were taken. Beside them stood Jill Anderson, usually a stern woman, but today unusually happy. The woman already knew what her Christmas cards were going to be as she glanced down at her little’s exposed diaper, rapidly turning yellow, and she didn’t even realize. This year was going to be a great Christmas. ooOoo A/N: Hey! I just wanted to do a quick Christmas one shot, since the holidays are coming up!! For those who don’t remember or didn’t read it, Ginny was the new nurse from Emmy’s story who was taken and regressed by Jill Anderson, the mean nurse. I will be doing more of these quick one shots for the other characters I’ve created in this Little Beginnings universe! Hope you enjoy and happy holidays to everyone celebrating Christmas and Hanukkah!

Chapter 4: The next day found Mary in the kitchen with Tina beside her as she scribbled away in a coloring book. “Eat your peas, Tina.” Mary tapped the plastic tray in front of her. “You want to be a strong girl, don’t you?” Her younger sister made a disgusted face at the sight of the mushy peas and lightly salted pasta. Anything else on it and it would hurt her stomach and Mary did not want to deal with her sickness. “Ookie!” Tina attempted to bargain, her adorable nose scrunching up and as she picked at the green mush with her princess spoon. “For every bite of food, you can get one cookie. How about that?” The girl’s face lit up as she stuffed her face, having to be told to slow down. Mary, while not a patient person, was abnormally calm today. Perhaps it had to do with the plan going perfectly well. Charlie was currently on her way to meet Ryleigh. Mary had known that the perfect sob story would get her going. Well, technically the story was true, though she had only told half of it. Charlie did not need to know what was going to happen. Sue did not need to know what she did. And lastly, Tina was safe with her. “Good girl, Tiny.” She wiped some food from her cheek. “I know how much you love your cookies.” ooOoo Was she dumb to agree to this? Yes. Could she possibly find her father? Maybe her mother? That was also a yes. She had to start somewhere and maybe this was the stupidest plan she’d ever agreed to, but she didn’t see what other option she had besides sitting around at the safe house all day getting shit done. Having no car and not willing to call a taxi, she had walked several miles to Crawly beach. It only took about twenty minutes but under the blazing sun, she was as good as gone. Now, standing on the beach, she searched for the dark haired man. There were other people sunbathing and swimming in the water so she wasn’t completely alone. That calmed a few of her fears but still, this man was a stranger. She couldn’t be more careful. In her pocket was the knife, just in case, and in her other hand was a can of pepper spray. She really hoped she wouldn’t have to use it. Her feet burned under the hot sand and neck itched as a bead of sweat slowly dribbled down. Even ten minutes in the sun would cause her to fry like a lobster. She’d regret this later. Five minutes passed… and then ten minutes. She didn’t even like to be out of the house for a minute and was growing increasingly frustrated. Five more minutes. Luna told herself. Five more minutes and then she would leave- “Charlie?” She spun around to find a man in a grey t-shirt and pink khaki shorts. Everything about him screamed upper class, preppy New England guy with his shaggy dark hair, green eyes and tanned skin. Luna knew that because, well, her uncle whom she hadn't seen in over ten years was a preppy New England guy from Massachusetts. “You’re Charlie, right?” he asked again when she didn’t speak. “Y-yes.” she shook herself from her thoughts. “You must be Ryleigh. Mary sent me.” He extended his hand, large and calloused, engulfing her small one. “Pleasure,” he smiled crookedly. “I’ve got to say, I was really disappointed that Mary wasn’t able to come. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other.” “Yes, it is a shame,” Luna dropped her hand to her side. “You have to understand our circumstances though-” “Of course, of course. It must not be easy with everything going on…” Luna wasn’t sure what he was playing at but she had not come to make small talk. Already he was twenty minutes late and every moment spent outside was a risk. “Please, why don’t we sit and talk,” he gestured toward the bench in the shade. “That’s what we’re here for, isn’t it?” “Of course.” She walked first, him following behind as they sat down on the wooden seat, offering some protection from the harsh heat. “I assume Mary told you what I’m going to ask but we need your help. Two days ago, three people disappeared and Mary thinks you can find them.” “You assume that they’ve been picked up by the LPTF.” his thick brows furrowed together and she nodded. “They didn’t just disappear off the face of the earth. Something happened and this seems to be the only logical solution.” “And you want me to find them?” She gulped, nodding her head, the other question on the tip of her tongue. “What else? You want to ask me something else.” Luna froze, wondering if this was a good idea. It could bring even more trouble or he could actually help. “I’m not a bad guy,” he sighed. “I did stupid things in the past that I regret but I’m not like that anymore.” “You still live in the ageplay community though,” she stated. That made him still actively a part of the problem in her mind. “That doesn’t mean I believe in everything they do,” he calmly explained. “I want to help Mary however possible. I did shitty things in the past that I’m trying to make up for now.” In Luna’s mind, everything he did would never be forgivable but he seemed willing and like he was trying. That had to count for something, right? “My parents were taken by the LPTF, I’m almost certain and I've been on the run from them for over a year now. I need any lead I can get and Mary said you’d help. Please, tell me she’s right. I know that we don’t know each other but I’d be forever in your debt if you just helped me this once.” He was quiet for what felt like the longest time; she was sure he could hear her heart pounding in her chest. “I can make a few calls if you give me their names,” he finally said, ignoring her surprised gasp. “I can’t make any promises though. They could be on the opposite side of the country or even could’ve been brought overseas. The system is big and complicated but I’ll help as much as I can.” She couldn’t thank him enough as he waved her off with a small smile. Even the smallest clue to their whereabouts would be huge after having months of nothing. They continued talking, her giving him all the information about her parents, and what Mary had told her about the others, as he copied it all down, word for word. For the first time, Luna felt a little bit of hope, something she wasn’t sure she would ever feel. It could’ve been an hour and they wouldn't have realized. Luna was high on cloud-9 and nothing could bring her down. “Let me give you a ride back to your place. It’s way too hot to walk.” he offered as they finished up for the day. “Oh no- really, I'm fine,” she insisted. He couldn’t know where the safe house was. That would be dangerous for a bunch of different reasons. “I understand,” he seemed to read her mind. “At least let me bring you some of the way? I can’t have you dying of heat stroke. Just tell me where to stop and I will.” The offer did sound tempting… “Plus, i’ve got a large bottle of ice cold water in the car and the strongest AC. You look like you need it.” Was it that obvious? She couldn’t help but crack a smile. It couldn’t hurt for him to drive her part way. Besides, she probably would die of heat stroke if she walked back. They made it to the car where she collapsed on the cool leather seat in exhaustion. “Is this good?” he asked as she moaned in relief, hit by the full brunt force of the air conditioning. Of course, it didn’t surprise her that he drove a Range Rover with all the most modern features. “Amazing.” He let out a deep and throaty chuckle. One hand rested on the wheel and the other at his side. Country music played on the radio and she couldn’t help but grimace. She hated country with a burning passion. That was just another reason she wouldn’t live in the South. “What brought you to South Carolina? It’s a bit far from Connecticut.” “My friend was having a baby shower,” he simply answered. “She lives in Charleston. I figured it wasn’t too far from here so I decided to contact Mary.” That made sense, she bitterly thought. If there was a fault about this amazingly handsome man, she couldn’t find it. “Mary told me that you couldn’t leave the community. How were you able to?” she thought after a moment. “That’s when you’re under eighteen years old. Once you are an adult, you can leave if you wish. Mary just couldn’t wait though.” She pointed him left, actually taking him further away from the safe house, weary not to actually bring him there. Luna could understand why she was in a rush. What seemed like a year may be short to others, but for some it was too long and Mary was desperate. “You can have the water, you know.” he gestured toward the full bottle next to the half empty one. “I’m still drinking the first one and it looks like you could really use it.” It annoyed her how right he was but still, her throat was dry and achy. “Thank you,” she mumbled, unscrewing the cap and placing it to her lips. Her parents always told her never to trust a stranger but was it really fair to call this man a stranger? Yes, he’d made mistakes in his past but that was before and it was now. It was fine… or that’s what she thought. They continued to drive straight, turning at random times, stopping at red lights, turning a few more times. Her vision blurred, mouth was numb. Nothing looked familiar. “Whaaa…” she slurred, drool dripping from her mouth. Leaning her head against the window, the empty plastic bottle fell to the ground at her feet. Something wasn’t right. She couldn’t move or speak and it was becoming increasingly hard to stay awake. She just wanted to go to bed… “Close your eyes, Charlie.” his voice was soft and calm like a lullaby. “You don’t have to run anymore. Nobody will hurt you.” That seemed like a dream… too good to be true. But she found herself drifting off into a deep, deep sleep, one she didn’t want to wake up from. “Thank you, Mary.” was the last thing she heard before fading into oblivion. ooOoo Luna had had panic attacks before. Her chest moved up and down but she couldn’t breath. Her heart beat too fast, body shook. She wanted to scream for help but her voice had been paralyzed. Essentially, she was trapped with no one to hear her cries for help. That’s what it felt like right now. She let out a silent plea for help but it went unanswered. She could hear them and feel them touching her. She could feel every ache and every pain but couldn’t move. Besides, who were they? All Luna knew was that she was frozen and nothing would wake her up. Was this hell? Was this where she was sent for all the bad deeds she’d done in her life? Luna was terrified to find out. And right now, all she could do was let them poke and prod. It seemed she wasn’t waking up for a long time. ooOoo “Nice find.” Ryleigh watched in the hospital room as the doctor stuck the needle in her arm. It had been a two hour drive to get to the Dew Hill community but worth the trip. Any successful capture was a pay raise. Plus, he knew this girl was a stunner and when they were done with her, she’d make the perfect little girl. “The medicine was beginning to wear off but she’ll be completely out now with the IV, no chance of waking her up.” Doctor Slinsky was an old man at the age of eighty five who had dedicated his whole life to treating littles and although his methods were a bit controversial, he knew how to get things done. Each state was different really with their practices. The further south, the more lenient communities were with different practices and in South Carolina, pretty much anything flew. It was as easy as taking a person off the street and drugging them just as he did, if a new person was to be admitted into the community. They were too rigid with all their rules in the north, he thought. Strapped down to the adult sized changing table, spread eagle, he watched as her clothes were cut away until she was stark naked, just as the day she was born. Ryleigh felt nothing, staring at her nude body. Her round breasts would soon be gone as well as the fuzzy red bush in between her thighs. She was just a little baby and would be treated as such. It was perfectly normal for people to release their sexual feelings on their adult-babies but Ryleigh had never been interested in that. When he adopts someday, it’ll be to have his own baby and his wife will be for the other stuff. “Because of the nature of her situation, people probably will be searching for her so it’s not wise for her to stay here.” “Where will she be sent?” the doc asked as he took her temperature, sticking the thermometer up her bum. “I talked with Chief Bryers,” the head of Dew Hill hospital, “and she already called and approved a transfer to Henderson. They’ve got tight enough security and it’s far away enough, no one would think to go to Washington State.” “Ahh, perfect temperature.” Doctor Slinsky exclaimed as the thermometer beeped. “They’re good over there. Doctor Tischner is a good colleague of mine.” “Yes, that’s good. After you’re done with the checkup, she’ll be moved right away. The plane has already arrived for transfer.” “And you’re going with them?” he asked, snapping on rubber gloves, gently pushing several full size suppositories into her little whole. Ryleigh knew it would only stay so small for long. More suppositories would come soon and the dreaded object that was every babies worst fear- an enema. A thick, double padded diaper was already laid out beneath her and he quickly worked, tapping it around her waist. It would be five hours on the small plane and new littles always had to be encouraged to use their diapers. They were just a little shy. “I’m not going, There’s still more people here I’ve got to deal with. I can promise you this, I’ll be back soon.” “Oh, I trust you will.” a hearty laugh escaped him. ooOoo A/N: Hello again!! I know, I know, a double update! I just couldn't help myself and continued to write. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and I look forward to seeing your reviews. I really appreciate everyone that has the time to write a little something! I should update again soon so stay tuned!

Chapter 3: Voices were what woke Luna from her slumber. They weren’t loud and shouting but it was just enough to rattle her subconscious. The room was dark and across the room, Tina lay perfectly asleep. It also didn’t escape her notice how the dark-haired girl absolutely despised her for whatever reason, and it gave her even more incentive to keep her guard up. Lazily, she rolled out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and followed the noise she’d heard before. The hushed voices became louder as she neared the kitchen and paused at the doorway, out of view. “- I trust you, Sue, you know that but it’s too much of a coincidence with the new girl-” “Charlie.” the older woman softly corrected. “Charlie,” annoyance laced Mary’s voice, “arriving here. Layla, Nick, and Yasmin should’ve been back by now. I find it awfully suspicious that the day she arrives, they all disappear.” Sue sighed. “We don’t know that they’ve been taken or that we’ve been found out. They would’ve sent a signal-” “Yes, they would’ve and they haven't!” Mary’s voice rose. “We don’t know what’s happened to them but we always hear something! It’s been radio silence, Sue. Something isn’t right and we both know that Yasmin is meticulous about safety when leaving the house. Out of everyone, she would’ve sent us a message. Don’t you find that odd?” The only noise was that of heavy breathing and Luna waited anxiously. “We’ll give them until tonight. Maybe something spooked them and they chose to go somewhere else instead of back here. We don’t know that they’ve been captured.” “What about Charlie?” “What about her? She’s done nothing wrong. The girl is innocent in all of this- just like you. Just like Tina. Do not blame her.” her tone was final. It was silent after that. Luna came out from around the corner and it was pretty obvious by the looks on their faces that she’d heard a large part of the conversation. “You’re up early,” Sue addressed her in a motherly tone. “I’m a light sleeper.” Mary’s eyes narrowed into slits, glaring hard. “Why don’t you take a seat.” Luna stayed where she was, preferring to stand rather than sit beside the other girl. A dark glimmer flashed through her eyes that made her stomach churn. “I’m fine here.” Again. Radio silence. Luna couldn’t handle it any longer. “I appreciate your hospitality, Sue, but it’s clear I’ve overstayed my welcome.” she didn’t have to look at Mary to get her point across. “Charlie-” “I don’t know what happened to your friends nor do I care,” her words were vicious and directed towards Mary, finally fed up. “Finding my parents is all I care about. We’re all suffering. Do you see me attacking you at every second?” She didn’t give her a chance to respond. “This- being here,” she motioned around, “was only supposed to be temporary. The LPTF has been on my trail for months. I’ve been so preoccupied with trying not to get caught that I haven’t even thought of how I was going to my dad back- that is if I manage to locate him. Though, it’s clear that being here is not helping.” There. She’d said it- loudly and boldly. Luna didn’t wait to see their reaction as her heart raced frantically. She fled the kitchen for the safety of her room and collapsed to the ground. What had she done? Why couldn’t she ever just keep her stupid mouth shut! Everyone who believed that the best therapy was by sharing your feelings must have never done it themselves. Her chest rose and fell, working at rapid speed to enable her to breathe. Everything she said though, rang true. Yes, she was looking for her father but not hard enough. Trying to figure out where she’d get her next meal from. The constant paranoia that her hiding spot would be found consumed her mind. She thought of nothing else while her father- whom she loved more than anyone else in the world- was suffering. What had she let herself become? No amount of research and cookie crumbs would break him out of that place. What happened when she did find him? No way in hell would she be allowed to walk in and walk out. No, that would be a suicide mission- wait- this was a suicide mission. ooOoo “I’m sorry.” Luna froze, one hand on the doorknob and the other clutching her bag. She slowly turned around, already knowing the sound of her voice. Mary leaned against the doorway, arms crossed and eyes focused on her. “What?” asked Luna, taken aback. Her lips pursed together and she breathed heavily. This time, slower, she said, “Charlie, I am sorry. Please do not leave.” Luna wasn’t sure if she was serious or not. Saying those words seemed to cause her physical pain. She couldn’t help but snort and shake her head. “What are you playing at? Hmm? You hate me.” “I don’t hate you.” “You don’t, really? Are you apologizing on your own free will or is this Sue’s doing? It’s not sincere if you don’t mean it.” Mary’s face seemed to turn a light shade of pink and anxiously sucked on her bottom lip, looking everywhere but at her. “You don’t understand what I’ve been through- what me and Tina have both been through. I just don’t want to see her get hurt again, you have to understand that- and no, Sue did not force me to do this.” The girl may have been a pain but one thing she noticed was that Mary did seem oddly sincere. Luna couldn’t ignore that. “Sue may have talked some sense into me.” she sighed. “You want to save your parents and I want to rescue my friends and keep my sister safe. We both share a common goal. I think we can help each other.” If Luna questioned her authenticity before then she really didn’t believe her now. Scoffing, she exclaimed, “In what world would I ever help you after the way you’ve treated me? You’re crazy if you actually think I would-” “You have no reason to trust me, I know that. I’ve been so shitty to you and really, I don’t deserve to ask you for anything but I’m desperate Charlie. I’m so desperate for any kind of help.” her voice cracked as tears clouded the girl’s vision. Luna considered herself a strong person. She’d been on her own for about over a year now, doing anything she could to defend herself- to survive. She was tired of being alone. Tired of running. Not when there was so much at stake. At least, that’s what she always told herself. Her father said that a little kindness could go a long way. It never hurt to lend a helping hand. But Luna wasn’t ready to trust anyone yet. Let alone Mary. “Sue doesn’t know I’m asking you this. She’d rather we just stay sitting here waiting for them to return. But if we just stay sitting here, nothing is going to get done. You want your dad back, don’t you?” Luna knew she would probably come to regret this but the girl was right. She was not content with just sitting around. “How can we help each other?” “First you need to hear how we escaped.” They sat at the table, Luna unable to move her eyes away from Mary’s stark white face and clammy hands. The girl who was as stubborn as they came and never backed down against anyone was absolutely terrified. “This may come as a shock, but I’ve known about the ageplay communities my entire life. I know about them because Tina and I grew up in the Orchard Hill community in Connecticut- and no- we were not kidnapped. My parents,” she gulped, “are what you would call caretakers. They were so involved in the lifestyle that we moved there permanently right before Tina was born. I was only three years old when we joined the community and a few months later my sister was born. My parents owned and still do, a daycare for adult babies. I grew up around them, thinking it was normal and was expected to participate in the community as I grew older-” “And did you?” Luna hissed through a clenched jaw in disbelief. “No.” she was adamant. “I was always told that the adults who were kidnapped were brought there because they couldn’t be trusted to take care of themselves. Because places like Orchard Hills were their last hope. But when I was seventeen, I volunteered in the hospital and saw them being regressed. I saw how terrified they were, how they possibly couldn’t have consented. It didn’t matter if it was the moral thing to do anymore, it was just plain wrong.” A tear dripped down her cheek and her hands shook. It was silent between the two of them as she patiently waited. “T-tina was only fourteen when I devised a plan to run away. I knew our parents would never let us willingly leave and I couldn’t allow my sister to become brainwashed like the rest of them. I had to get us out.” “And did you?” “There was a struggle. I stupidly told my boyfriend, hoping he would come with me but he ratted me out to my parents. The police, my family, the community leaders were all just waiting for us to run. I managed to get out, negotiating with one of the newer officers until he relented, but my sister wasn’t as lucky. It’s no secret what my parents did to Tina- just take a look at her. Once the regression has been completed there’s no chance of undoing it. She’s stuck like this forever.” Was it bad that Luna felt for her? The girl had what sounded like the shittiest life imaginable. “How did you get Tina out then?” “I escaped four years ago and only got her out two years ago. My ex-boyfriend, he somehow found my number and called me. He told me that he was sorry. He told me that he wanted to make it up to me-” “And you believed him?” “God, no. But I had no other way of getting my sister out so I had to trust him. We met in the parking lot of a grocery store. There were plenty of other people around so I knew I was at less of a risk if he tried something.” “And your sister was there.” “Yes.” she didn’t divulge any more information about Tina but continued on. “Short story is, I owe him for giving back my sister and he can find out where the others are at, possibly even where your parents are. He has connections, he knows people and can easily get in and out of the different communities.” “You want to contact him?” “I already did. He wants to meet me in person. Tomorrow-” “And you’re going to go?” an uncomfortable feeling sank to the bottom of her stomach. “I need you to meet him.” “Me?” her mouth fell agape. No. no. no. that seemed like the worst idea possible. Her eyes practically bulged from her head as she said that. It was one thing to talk on the phone and another to meet him in person. Anything could happen and she wasn’t willing to take that chance- “Charlie, please,” she begged. “I can’t leave Tina and don’t you want to find your parents? This is your chance, you may not get another one like this-” “But don’t you think it’s odd he wants to meet in person? You can easily talk to him on the phone. There’s no point in risking our safety-” “I trust him, Charlie. He’s grown and matured a lot over the past years. He’s no longer the idiotic kid I once knew. He won’t do anything to hurt you." “I-,” she sighed. “I don’t know. Mary, I’m sorry.” Wiping the tears from her eyes, she pleaded, “I’ve given you no reason to trust me but I’ve just told you basically my entire life story. Not even Jack knows all of it. You can hate me all you want, I won’t blame you but, please. Just do this one thing for me. Please.” ooOoo A/N: Hello!! I’m so so sorry it’s been such a long time since I posted! I’ve just started college in Europe and had to deal with such big move and getting settled in and everything! It's been really hectic but finally I've got a bit of down time and am writing again. I promise, this story/series is not abandoned! It may take some time but I plan to finish it all! I promise, for those who are still reading, things will get more interesting soon, trust me . As for Mary and her sudden change in attitude, would you trust her? After all, there is a reason for everything. As for showing Lulu in the hospital, I had said before that I wasn't going to show that but I've been going back and forth in my mind for a while now and decided I will show her there because after all, it's a crucial part to who she becomes!

Chapter 2: “Tina, no!” There was an exasperated groan. “That’s my phone. You do not put it in your mouth!” “Hungwy, Sissy! Hungwy!” “Then we’ll get you some apple slices. How ‘bout that? She glanced at Sue, confused as to why she heard a child. “Remember what I said? Try not to stare.” They walked through the doorway into a windowless, lightly lit room. The wall was painted a sunny yellow and besides the lumpy grey couch, a small box television was pressed against the wall, cartoons flashing across the screen. On the carpeted red rug was a scatter of toys. Baby toys. “Who is this?” Luna’s head whipped up, staring into vibrant green, narrowed catlike eyes. Her ebony hair was tied up in a messy bun on top of her head and freckles were scattered across her olive skin and slightly pointed upturned nose. “This is Charlie,” Sue explained. “She’ll be staying with us for a while.” The girl’s heart-shaped lips curled up, almost as if she were gonna snarl. Her body was angled so subtly in a defensive stance that Luna almost missed the girl beside her. “Mary…” there was a warning in her voice. “She’s to be trusted.” “Say’s who?” “Me.” The girl couldn’t argue against that. Her eyes flashed angrily but said no more on the matter. Instead, there was a high-pitched whine. “Tina is hungry,” Mary grumbled. “Would you mind getting her some apple slices? We’re having dinner soon, I don’t want her to be full.” “Charlie ate the last apple.” “Great.” the girl’s voice hardened. “Is there anything else I need to know?” “I expect good behavior. No fighting.” Sue stared her down. “Are we clear?” “Crystal-” “MAWY!” the girl beside her screeched before falling forward onto her stomach. Luna froze unable to tear her eyes away from the child-no-most definitely a woman. The child she thought she had heard before was no child. Well, technically she still seemed to be a young girl but was certainly old enough to not need a freakin pull up. It was the only thing she wore. Sue told her not to look. But she still did. Her hair, a shade lighter than Mary’s, was pulled back into a long braid that snaked down her back. The girls were identical with their freckled faces and tanned skin. The only noticeable difference was that her eyes were rounder and a muddy brown. “What, Tina!” she hissed, much harsher than she meant. The girl’s eyes filled with tears and her thumb slowly made its way to her mouth. “Fuc- I'm sorry, sweetie,” she responded, pressing her face into her hand. “You’re a good girl, a very good girl...” Luna wasn’t sure whether to run or stay. The girl obviously had been through hell to turn out like this. Like her parents. She swallowed the lump in her throat. Her stomach churned, the feeling of puking grew stronger each passing second. How had she escaped? Her father said escape was next to impossible. There were too many security measures. Too many rules. Mary seemed on the verge of tears. The other girl was already sobbing. Sue stepped forward. “Let me take care of her and find something in the cabinets. Layla, Nick, and Yasmin should be back any hour. Take Charlie to your room, the two of you will be sharing from now on-” “What?” Mary spat venomously. “Sue! You can’t be serious!” “Mary, please.” she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Can you cooperate for once? Your room is the biggest. She wouldn’t be able to fit in any of the others-” “Make her sleep on the couch-” “Mawy!” the girl yanked on her shirt. Luna was seriously regretting her decision, coming to this place. “Wet.” Tina blushed. What? “Fuck.” Her eyes moved to Tina, widening at the new yellow patch on the front of the pull-up. That’s what “wet” meant. The girl peed in her pants, well, pull-up technically. “I don’t want to hear any more. I’ll take care of this,” she nodded toward Tina. “And you show Charlie to your room. We all need a break sometimes, Mary.” ooOoo Luna felt herself curl back against the wall as she became the focus of the black-haired girl’s ire. Even with a snarl marred on her face, she was still beautiful. In a hauntingly sad sort of way. Tension radiated from her body. Anger. Mostly fueled toward her at the moment. “You’ll sleep there. A bed will be brought later.” she gestured toward the empty space on the left side of the room. Then pointing behind her at another door, she said, “That’s the bathroom. It’s only for me and Tina. I’m sure the others will let you use theirs. Understand?” “Yes.” she didn’t know what else to say. The room was large, Luna noted. Pushed against the wall on the right side of the wall was a double bed, a night table with a lamp, carpeted ground, and two oak bureaus. It was simple and bare, as if no one lived here. “S-sue, said there was another person?” she stuttered, fiddling with the bracelet around her wrist. “Yes.” is all she said. Luna watched as Mary laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her narrow jaw clenched together and eyes closed. “Oh.” She stood in the corner awkwardly. “Do you need something else?” in a low and clear voice, there was no hiding her annoyance or unexplainable hatred of her. Luna pressed her lips together into a thin line, stopping herself from spitting something rude right back at her. “I’m… I’m just gonna find Sue.” Leaving the room with no response, Luna followed the sound of laughter, making her way back to the kitchen. She was greeted by an uncomfortable sight and her stomach started up again, Leaning against the wall, she swayed on her feet. “Hiya!” a blonde curly-haired man raised his hand, sitting at the table beside Tina (clothed this time). A white cloth was tucked into the front of her shirt, already covered in stains. Her face was even messier. Sue stood at the sink, scrubbing a dish forcefully. “My name is Jack.” Luna imagined how much the girls swooned over him. He was simply perfect with his lightly sculpted body and muscles. Was it too much to describe him as Godly? Maybe a little. She felt her face heat up. “You must be Charlie.” Yes. No. Well, technically, yes, she supposed. He rose an eyebrow. Shit, she was staring! Damn it. “Y-yes,” an airy laugh escaped her lips. “My name is Charlie.” “Welcome, Charlie.” his voice was deep and gravelly. She smiled, light-headed. “Mowe! Jackie!” And just like that, she was snapped out of her thoughts. The chil- woman, banged her fist on the table, whining. “Is someone waiting for the choo-choo train?” his voice rose an octave and dimple smiled appeared. Waving the spoon around in the air, eliciting another round of laughter, he held it up to her lips, feeding her yogurt. Though only half made it in her mouth. “Take a seat!” exclaimed Sue. “We’ll be eating shortly and afterward Jack will help assemble the bed.” “Teeny’s not gonna bite.” Jack joked, noticing her hesitation. “Are you?” “No!” she squealed. “Teeny, a good giwl!” “Yes, you are!” Nervously, unsure how to act around the other girl, Luna took a seat beside the boy. “Who awe you?” she turned her attention towards her, eyes wide in curiosity. “We told you before,” Jack spoke for her. “This is Charlie, she’s another a friend. Remember?” “I have a wota friends like Jackie and Lala and Nicke and Yazzie and my stuffies too.” “Wow,” her voice was weak. “That’s a lot more than me!” The attempt to sound enthusiastic horribly failed but Tina didn’t notice as she continued to ramble on. A feeling of heaviness settled in her stomach, sinking like rocks to the bottom, witnessing her carefree attitude. Did she even know what was happening around her? What had happened to her? “You can be a fwiend too!” “O-oh, really?” Tina’s eyes drifted up to her own, gleaming with joy, nodding her head ecstatically. The yogurt was soon finished and Jack threw the cup out. She followed him with her gaze, staring at his plane brown cargo shorts and ratted old sweatshirt. He was taller than she expected, probably by a foot. She was interrupted by Tina who turned her head every which way, trying to avoid the wet cloth that tried to clean her face. “I suppose a bath is in order.” Sue announced, throwing the cloth down on the table and stepping back, allowing the girl to stand up on her own and Luna watched as she happily skipped away, oblivious to all. There were so many questions, too many, that she was afraid to ask. Mary didn’t at all very forthcoming but luckily for her, she wasn’t present. Jack leaned against the sink, intently staring at her from across the room. The playful expression was erased from his face, replaced with a sad smile, his lips barely turned up. “I know, it’s a lot to take in,” he said quietly, still staring. “I was shocked at first but you get used to it-” She snorted. “Eventually.” Luna ran her finger down the continuous crack in the wooden table, swallowing the large gulp in her throat. She stared up with troubled eyes. A heavy sigh escaped his body. He ran his fingers through his shaggy hair and shoulders collapsed down. “This is Mary’s story to tell and she doesn’t like very many people to know. There’s few that she trusts, especially around Tina.” Luna nodded, unsurprised about by that. The girl looked about ready to attack her. “You just need to know that Teeny is a sweet girl, innocent. Treat her as you would a young child, that’s all she can understand.” he quietly explained, eyes focused on the ground. “Sue told me earlier not to stare. Mary doesn’t like it when people stare.” “No, she does not. Mary still believes that Tina can be fixed but t’s been two years. The girl can’t go a day without shitting or wetting herself and has the attention span and temperament of a toddler. She’s beyond fixing.” He cares for her. A faint smile tugged on his lips and let out a soft laugh. “I call her Teeny because when we first met, she told me how I big I looked. She’s got a wicked sense of humor once you get to know her.” She didn’t know how to respond other than saying, “I’m sorry,” which didn’t seem like the most appropriate thing to say at the moment. Instead, she nodded and bit down on her bottom lip. There was blood in her mouth. Luna grimaced. “Sorry, I wasn’t here when you arrived. I was just getting out of the shower. Did you come from far?” He tried to be subtle but failed miserably. Luna knew she should keep quiet, not reveal anything because the truth is what got people hurt. The truth always lead to danger. “Georgia.” the lie swept easily off her tongue. “Atkins, Georgia. The LPS tracked me down there and I fled.” Maybe it was partly true, at least the end. And by LPTF, she meant the Little Police Task Force, tasked with finding anyone who posed a threat to their community. They’d already captured her parents but that wasn’t enough for them. They wouldn’t stop until they had her. “What did you do to piss them off?” he scoffed. “My parents.” “Your parents?” he echoed in confusion. “They were young and stupid, and got a dream job offer that turned out to be a nightmare.” He frowned, shaking his head and walked forward. “They blame you for your parents actions?” “Something like that.” she shrugged. Waiting for more, he frowned realizing she was done talking; she’d said too much already. ooOoo A/N: Hello everyone! I promised I would update soon and I did! I’d really love to see some more followers, reviews, and likes! Thank you to those who did! I believe it was Cya? 1505_madmax? And a few others who said they wanted to read about Lulu. I don’t know how many people are still following this (series?) but I’m really excited to write this one. I should update again soon!

Hello everyone! I have posted the next story! I hope you all enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ! If you have not read my first story: Little Beginnings: New Life - I HIGHLY suggest you do so! This story will make a lot more sense if you do. It’s where the main character is first introduced and you and learn a lot about the little community I have created. ooOoo Chapter 1: Three Months Before The moment she stepped out of the cab, her skin began to burn. Luna groaned, enduring the full force of the simmering summer heat. This was the exact reason she never wanted to come to the South. There wasn’t anything she hated more than the sun, and by the end of the day, she’d be as red as a lobster. Her father always said it was their Irish blood and she’d roll her eyes in return. No shit sherlock. They were as white as the freakin moon. For sure, she’d stand out among the throng of tanned bodies, which in her case, was not a good thing. She wasn’t sure how long she would stay but Luna had gotten a credible lead on her dad. One she couldn’t ignore. And if the authorities were still scouring Raleigh, it would only take them hours to realize that she was no longer there. “Hello, Miss?” the driver grumbled, knocking her from her thoughts. “You gonna pay me or what? I’m not gonna sit here all day.” He was a grumpy old man who’d only reluctantly driven her all the way out here from North Carolina after promising a generous pay. She’d had to leave earlier than expected and while inconvenient, made her aware of how comfortable she’d become. Never did she stay in one place for more than a few months. It wasn’t safe. “O-of course,” she blushed as she fumbled around in her wallet and pulled out one hundred dollars for the driver. Despite his less-than-stellar personality, he knew when to stay quiet and not ask questions. That was good enough for her. She carried only the bag on her back and money to last her at least another year and a half. After that, she wasn’t sure what she would do. Luna watched the car take off down the dirt path before finally exhaling the breath she’d been holding in the entire ride. There was an eerie silence. A sort of calm before the storm. Luna had only ever known noise, growing up in the heart of Manhatten. Her father explained the importance of hiding in plain sight. Nobody would expect them to be in bustling New York City, a place known for the attention and spotlight. It was perfect… until it wasn’t. Now, looking straight ahead, Luna wondered if she had the right place. The roof of the red farmhouse was dilapidated and the land looked absolutely dead. Anyone who happened upon the house would believe it was abandoned. Though that was the point. No one was supposed to know this place existed. Luna had only found it due to her father. He was the reason she’d not been caught yet. The girl walked ahead with a renewed sense of purpose. The boards below her feet creaked and she rapped her knuckle, three than two than six times, on the faded white door. She clutched a swiss army knife in her other hand, hidden in her pocket. “Always be prepared.” Her father taught her. “Never hesitate.” She was literally in the middle of nowhere-bumfuck-South Carolina. No one would see her if she was kidnapped. No one would hear her if she screamed. Being vulnerable was something she did not like. The door opened a crack and dark brown eyes peered at her. Her hand tightened around the knife and heart frantically raced. “Who sent you?” it was a woman’s voice who asked. “Martin Creevy.” she used her father’s alias. “I assume you’ve heard of him before.” Oh, the woman definitely had by the way her eyes lit up. The door closed in her face and for a moment, Luna thought she’d been turned away. However, there was a click and suddenly it opened again, wider. “We’ve been expecting you,” she said, motioning with her hand. “C’mon in.” Despite the raised hairs on the back of her neck, she stepped over the threshold into the house. There was no turning back, only moving forward. She never could stop moving, searching. Not until he was found. The door slammed shut and Luna jumped, spinning around. She watched the woman re-chain the door and turn the several deadbolts. From the outside, it looked like nothing. Her eyes wandered around, trying to adjust to the darkness. They were in a narrow hallway, with no lights and no other exit. A few pictures adorned the walls and they stood on a dusty old rug. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of mothballs and she leaned on each leg, testing the uneven floor. “You don’t think much of it.” Her eyes flashed back to the woman, who stared intently at her. “It’s just… different.” her bow-shaped lips pursed together. “Where do we go?” “Down.” “Down?” Luna didn’t think she meant literally, but she did. She watched as the woman bent down and peeled back the rug, revealing the wooden floor and… a hatch? “We take our security very seriously. There’s a ladder going down,” she explained, unlocking and lifting up the door. “You go first. I’ll follow.” ooOoo It was a tiny house. That, Luna had been sure of when she saw it from outside but inside, down here, was big. She supposed the basement would be large but not this big.They stood in the kitchen, which had no wall and lead right into the dining room where there was a small wooden table. Unable to help but gap, eyes going wide, the woman laughed, coming from behind her. “Don’t keep your mouth open too long. You’re gonna catch flies.” Her mouth instantly snapped shut and a furious blush spread across her face. Her blue eyes drifted over the woman beside her as she could see her properly for the first time in the light. She had a heart-shaped face and kind but weary brown eyes, that looked to have seen too much pain over the years. And despite her smooth, unwrinkled brown skin, her hair, which Luna could imagine must have been dark black at one point, now greyed. A few loose curls hung in her face and her lips formed a thin smile. “You look like your father.” Her brows furrowed together. She knew her father? “You have the same face but your eyes, they are exactly like your mother’s.” Her lips parted and she stilled. Her only reaction was to blink. “Call me Sue,” the woman offered no other explanation. “I always wondered when we would meet.” Still, she couldn’t bring herself to react. “This is the MacIntosh Safe House. I suspect this is the first one you have come across?” It was. Before, she was squatting in random abandoned buildings, resting while she had the chance. She knew there were safe houses, just didn’t know how to find them. “Sit down, Hon,” the wom- Sue, headed toward the kitchen cabinets, searching through them. “You’re exhausted. I’ll make you a snack.” Her feet moved on her own accord and sat down on the stool at the island table. Sue chopped an apple into slices. MacIntosh. She gulped, trying to find the courage to speak but was, she felt… Luna didn’t know how she felt. The strong confident girl from a few hours ago was gone and didn’t know what had happened to her. “My name is-” “I don’t want to know your real name.” she interrupted, not looking up from the cutting board. “Do you believe my name is actually Sue?” The girl did believe, well, at least up until now. “Charlie.” she made up on the spot. “Call me Charlie.” “Nice to meet you, Charlie.” The name sounded strange as the woman referred to her as it but Luna knew it was better this way. There was nothing to tie her to here. Well, except the driver but she doubted he’d remember. “I’m sure you have many questions and I’ll wait to answer them until you meet the others. It’s not common that we have a new person.” “The others? Oh, and I’m not planning on staying long. I’m just passing through.” She passed the plate across the table with the freshly cut apple slices and smiled. “Of course, you aren't.” The woman didn’t seem to believe her. However, the girl nibbled on the apple, realizing for the first time just how hungry she was. “There are six other people staying here. Three are out right now and the others are in the next room.” Glancing at the doorway in the dining room, she could hear the faintest sound. Was that a tv? There were a few voices. “Your father always bragged about how smart you were and never did I not believe him. You found us, which is not easy to do.” she leaned back against the oak cabinet. “How long ago did he go missing?” “Two years ago.” she ignored the heavy feeling in her heart. Realistically, he’d been preparing her for this since the moment she could walk and talk; but since it had happened, she’d never had time to fully comprehend. “He told me to run and not look back if they ever found us. He said that if he was captured then he’d find his way back to me someday. I believed him for a long time. Now, I’m less optimistic.” She sucked the tart flavor off of her fingers. The apples were gone. She’d eaten them all. “I didn’t believe it when he first told me about the communities, age play, and all of that stuff.” her lips curled up. “If the government knew, why hadn’t they put a stop to it? Innocent people are being kidnapped. My mother was kidnapped. Now my father. It made no sense.” At least, it used to not make sense. But now she realized, anything the government profited off of made perfect sense. Kidnapping defenseless people, stripping away their rights, all for what? To create a better nation? Her parents knew the price they would pay for speaking out about the secret age play communities and the government-sanctioned kidnappings. They just didn’t expect it would go this far- being on the run, living in hiding. And her mother especially didn’t expect she would get pregnant. Now she was destined for a life on the run. That is unless she wanted to get taken and forced back into diapers, made to shit and piss herself, play mindless baby games, and be just some sick couple’s object of amusement. That’s what had happened to her parents, she was sure of it. The only other option was that they were dead. Luna would gladly choose the second option if it came to it. No way would they take her alive. If Sue noticed the faraway look in her eyes, she didn’t comment. Instead, she took the dirty plate, dumping it in the sink. “Why don’t we go say hello to the others.” “Now?” she stammered. Growing up homeschooled, her interaction with people was severely limited. Being alone was what she preferred. It's what she was best at. “Yes, there’s just one thing you have to know." "What?" "Try not to stare.” “Stare?” “Mary gets mad and Tina can't help what was done to her.” Luna didn’t know what that was supposed to mean and tried to shrug off the uncomfortable feeling, but it just wouldn’t go away. ooOoo A/N: Hello everyone! I promised I would post soon and I did! I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter and you may notice two familiar names :). If it doesn’t make sense at first, trust me it will soon! I will be alternating, telling Luna’s (Lulu) story from before she was taken and after in Henderson. I will touch a bit on the hospital but it will mostly be her life after. I should update again soon but I hope you all enjoy!

Thank you so much, it means a lot! I've already started writing the next story and the first chapter should be up soon! Thanks for your review, I really appreciate it! I don't know it felt like it was kind of becoming a lot if I did a big story for every single person. I want to tell their stories but it would take a long time to do. And yes, Emmy went with Christina and Willa was with the Tischners! I hope you stick around for the next story!

Chapter 11: Epilogue “Welcome to Adoption Day, Ma’am! How are you doing this morning?” The woman was greeted with a big smile, immediately calming her nerves. There were others milling around with the feelings of excitement in the air. “As well as can be expected, I suppose!” an anxious giggle bubbled up from her chest. She clutched her purse, rather tightly, and tapped her foot against the tiled ground. The doors hadn’t opened yet but still she had rushed to the hospital, waiting impatiently in the elevator to take her up to the Toddler Ward. She didn't want to miss today’s event because then she’d have to wait another month. “Well today, you’ll either find your little girl or you won’t. If that doesn’t happen then you can always come again. Sometimes it's just not meant to be.” Christina supposed that was true. Except she didn’t want it too because she’d been searching for a little for over a year and had just about given up. “I take it you have an appointment?” “Yes,” she tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “The name is Christina Jenson.” “Ahh, yes here you are!” the woman said a few seconds after typing something on the keyboard. “You’re scheduled with the eight to ten o’clock group. Our head Nurse Jill will probably arrive within the next five minutes and until then, if you wouldn’t mind putting on this paper bracelet,” she handed the pink paper band across the table. “It just helps us keep track of who is a part of which group.” She took it from the woman, secured it around her wrist and followed her directions to the seats where others were settled, all hoping for the same thing today- a Little. Christina had come to expect the same things at these events and just wanted to get a move on. The room was full of hopeful faces and she found herself envious of those who found a little right away. Some people just adopted Littles to be their playthings and dolls to dress up. However, Christina wanted a child to love, to take care of. These adult-babies obviously needed nurturing because they’d ended up here, proving too immature to make it in the adult world. Her friend had offered to come along for moral support but Christina needed to do this by herself. She needed a clear head and it would only be even more devastating if she walked out empty handed. No one needed to see that. Glancing at her phone, the time changed to eight o’clock and the sliding doors opened. Everyone looked up at the new woman as the chatter quickly silenced. The woman, Jill, told the same speech she’d heard numerous times. They’ll have one hour to spend in the playroom with the littles. If by the end of the hour, they hadn’t found anyone, they were to leave. However if they did, then they’d stay the extra hour to fill out paperwork for adoption if they hadn’t already. You could interact with Littles as much as you’d like, the only rule was to stay in the playroom and alert a nurse if one of them needs the bathroom or a change. There were no taking pictures and no giving them items from the outside. If or when you’ve decided to adopt a little or littles, they’ll be taken to a separate room for processing and you are given basic necessities for bringing them home. The last part wouldn’t be necessary because she’d already bought out half of Littles R Us a year ago when she thought she’d be adopting one. The car seat had been installed in her car, unused for twelve months. As had the highchair, bedroom (right beside hers), and every other toy a person could imagine. Everything was already set up. The only thing she was missing was a Little. But maybe that would change today. It had to change. With a new sense of purpose, Christina entered the brightly lit playroom. Her eyes scanned over the children spread throughout the room. There were nine other people- six couples, two men, and one woman. She stood at the door surveying the space first. After going to about ten other of these events, Christina knew what she was looking for. The three girls gathered together at the coloring station were immediately crossed off her list. It was easy to tell when they were confident and most of the time that equaled brattiness. She did not want a brat. Then there were the needy ones. She had a full time job and it would be best if they didn’t have a full blown tantrum every time she left the house. A few of her friends had littles like that and honestly, she didn't know how they did it. Just by observation, that automatically eliminated another four girls. Then, there were the ones who were too made up and a little (how to put it nicely?) fat. Christina did not want a porcelain doll or one who would lead to having health problems later in life. She wanted chubby but not overweight. Cute but not picture perfect. Another two were crossed off the list. Pressing two fingers against her temple, she rubbed in circles, trying to decrease the growing headache. It was happening again and it hadn’t even been five minutes… was it really this hopeless? Or perhaps she was too picky. Most of them were grouped together and most were already engaged with the other adults. It was not going well. “Can I be of help, miss…?” “Miss Jenson.” she replied, looking to her left. A woman- the one from before- stood beside her with a perfectly crafted smile on her face. What was her name? Julie? Jen? “You can call me, Jill.” Oh, right. The head nurse. “Christina.” Her eyes glanced over the woman, slightly jealous at how put together she seemed. If there was a representative for the perfect woman from the 1950s, she’d fit the part. Everything from her dress, hair, and perfectly manicured nails. “I can tell you’re searching for something specific. What is it?” The woman was direct. Got straight to the point. She liked that about her. “Some people tell me I’m picky but-” “You know what you want.” Jill stated, rather than asked. In an airy laugh, she breathed, “yes. However, I haven’t been able to find it yet. They’re either too made up. Too bratty. Clingy. I’m at a loss.” Christina was afraid she’d put off the woman with her numerous requirements but watched as her eyes scanned the room like a hawk hunting for its prey. “I think I know the one.” “What?” her mouth dropped open, hardly able to contain her shock. “You see the red haired girl in the corner?” Christina’s eyes followed the woman’s pointed finger until they stopped on the girl, huddled in a bean bag chair that engulfed her body. She was seated in the little library, a picture book opened in her lap. The girl was so quiet and subdued that she had almost missed her. Her curled hair was separated into two french braids with dark green ribbons tied at the ends. Her button nose scrunched up as she read and painted on freckles scattered across her face. Her short dress, also a dark green, was simple but tasteful with the tiny bows at the end, and wore black Mary Janes and ruffled white knee-length socks. Her dress did absolutely nothing to hide her star covered pullup but she didn’t seem to care. “What’s her name?” she found herself asking. “Emmy,” Jill smirked. “You could say that she’s our little spitfire. However, the flame, well, it’s been tamed just a bit.” ooOoo The girl shyly glanced up, her eyes a striking blue, which shocked the woman at first. Gingers with blue eyes were rare and unique. Christina sat down in front of her on the rug and the girl- Emmy’s bow-shaped lips pursed together. A pacifier was clipped to the front of her dress but she brought her thumb to her mouth instead. “A little birdie told me that your name was Emmy?” Her thinly plucked brows furrowed together, confusion clear in her eyes, and the beginning of curiosity. “I think that’s a very pretty name for such a pretty girl.” A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as her cheeks turned pink. Christina kept her voice soft and calming, not wanting to startle her. It would do no good for their relationship because already, the woman knew she was the one for her. There was just something about her that Christina could not put her finger on. “Fank you…” her head tilted to the side, failing at hiding the bright smile on her face. “Oh, what good manners! You’re very welcome sweetheart.” The girl brightened even further at the praise, not even realizing how condescending it was meant to be. “Can you show me what book you are reading?” Christina took the opportunity to scoot closer, seeing her growing comfort. She held up the book cover, more excited and exclaimed. “Piggy Goes Oink!” The girl took it a step further by flipping through the ten page book, showing her each page. The only words were the sounds animals make and their picture. But there was no butterfly which Emmy had proudly stated was her favorite. “Do you like books?” “Yesh!” she giggled. “I wike vem a wot!” “Really?” Christina acted shocked. “That’s so cool! Do you know, I have a lot of books at home? Maybe we could even find one with a butterfly!” Squealing like she had just been given the greatest gift in the world, only cemented her choice. Emmy pulled another book from tiny shelf and held it out to her, “Wead?” her eyes were hopeful. “You want me to read the book?” Christina found it adorable how she couldn’t pronounce rs or anything else for the matter. She was just ready to scoop her up and take her away. “We have many books at home, Emmy. Why don’t we read later.” The girl didn’t understand. “Home?” “Yes, home, sweetheart. I’m your new mommy. You’re coming back to my house with me.” This seemed to confuse her even further as she sucked on her bottom lip, glancing down at her lap and began to shake her head. “Hewe!” She was adamant. “Nuwse Janie! Home!” Her voice was firm as she said, “No, sweetheart. Here?” she gestured all around. “No more home. Me? Home.” she patted her chest. “You call me mommy.” Explaining this to her was like talking to a break wall. She wouldn’t understand what was happening until it happened. Christina was prepared for the waterworks and tantrum. It was all part of the process. It was all she knew, assuming her past life was forgotten. Ignoring her tears, she called for the nurse. “I’d like to adopt her.” she nearly burst with happiness. “She’s the one!” ooOoo The paperwork was tedious, which was what she expected, but Christina didn’t care because she’d finally found her daughter. There was no greater joy in her life than this moment. “Emmy was one of our most headstrong patients.” Nurse Jill explained, handing over her entire file from her stay here. They sat in her office, officializing everything. “The hypnosis was very slow moving and didn’t work on her initially and any attempt to get her to regress was met with resistance. Even breastfeeding, which usually helps, only left her in a trance for a short amount of time. After, it was like she wasn’t affected at all.” Christina had heard of littles having trouble regressing but not this much. “What made her regress in the end?” “A combination of things really.” the nurse explained about her friend being adopted out, separating her from the nurse, and stopping breastfeeding which she had become addicted too. “The more you took from her, the more she broke.” It made perfect sense, actually. Using her fear of abandonment to their advantage and well, Emmy would recover. Probably in a few months she wouldn’t even remember the hospital or Nurse Janie. Littles did not have very good memories. Once again, that’s why they needed an actual adult to look after them. “For the first few days at home, she’ll probably be scared and confused because she only knows life here at the hospital. However, It shouldn’t take long for her to adjust once she realizes you are not leaving her.” She took mental notes, wanting to remember all the information. “Is there anything else I need to know?” “Everything is in the file, but you should understand that even though you wanted her as a toddler, we’ve found that Emmy does best with nursing. We could hardly get her to drink from a bottle.” “I was already planning on doing that.” Christina shrugged. “I really just wanted someone I could interact with. The newborns just lay there doing nothing and then the infants have such a limited vocabulary.” “Very well,” Jill nodded. “I also hope you don’t mind changing diapers because we’ve done our best to potty train her, but of course with littles,” she laughed. “It’s impossible. They’ll always have accidents.” She couldn’t agree more with that. Christina had babysat her fair number of children. “That brings me onto the topic of punishments. Once again, you can read about this more in her file, but we’ve found that diapering and spanking are the most effective for her.” There was so much more she wanted to ask and talk about but the time had just about run out. There was a line of other people behind her and Christina, well, she was anxious to see her new daughter. “By now the other nurses should’ve prepared her for the trip home. It is a standard procedure to give them sleepy medicine, so she probably won’t wake for a few hours. You saw her tantrum before, it’ll also help calm her down. Do you have any questions before you head out?” She let out a shaky breath, overwhelmed (in a good way). “I-I don’t think so. It was nice to meet you, thank you for everything.” “Of course. I’m a new mom too, I know what it’s like.” “Oh! What’s your child’s name?” “Ginny. She’s just perfect.” ooOoo A/N: PLEASE READ Hey everyone! Yaay! I'm so happy that I've finally finished this story! Thank you to those who've read and reviewed (I'm not sure how many are still following this story) but to those who've commented and liked it, thank you! Did you see what I did at the end there with Ginny? Remember she was the new nurse that let Emmy escape? Well she has a new mommy... I tried to include the darker aspects of the society into this story and the next one is by far I believe going to be the darkest. I'm writing about Lulu next. You may remember her from Willa's story, the other girl in the hospital with her. She got the most brutal treatment of all of them so far, I think. But next it'll be all about her! Please review and tell me what you thought of this story! There are other characters I want to write about as well and I might make those stories into one shots. That's because I do have a few other brand new things I'm working on (aka. Diaper Dimension).