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As hard as Abby tries, she always wants more and lets her ego get in the way of everything else. Plus Olivia is one of my favorite characters so I knew I wasn’t done with her yet and she’d never just abandon Dani! You will definitely find out, I’m not done with her yet and Abby’s work is essential to what will happen later just wait and see! Abby is not a good person, most Amazons aren’t, but Abby just takes to another level with her own immaturity and selfishness. She’s not a character to really like because every action she does will you drive you crazy just as she drives herself crazy in part! I suppose the saying not everyone is meant to have kids applies directly to her ahaha. You’re spot in with this! There’s many different types of cruelty and in part, I think Abby doesn’t even realize how badly she’s screwing this up. She’s just so desperate to be loved, obsessing over Dani even if it means ruining everyone around her. I suppose some could argue that she’s young and naive but even at 25 years old, you should have your shit together ahaha. I’d say Abby’s got some form of attachment issues. Needing Dani’s love and the control she craves has completely blinded her from every stupid and idiotic decision she is making. Of course, everything will backfire eventually, that is not a secret, and Operation Underground will be prepared!

Chapter 11: “Yes, I think you make a great point, Andrew. We need to find new ways to attract clients by using more creative and innovative ideas. Our run of the mill techniques have gotten us this far but we always have to think two steps ahead.” “That’s right, and in the age of technological advances, how do we stand out from the other companies? We need to really say, ‘Branson’s Real Estate Firm is the place that you want to join in on the search for your perfect home’!” They were a young company, only around three years old and Abby had joined on a whim fresh out of college. She did social media for the company, attracting clientele not the usual way and catering to a new group of eager homeowners. It was fun. She got to be creative and had a flexible schedule, something that worked well with her constant busy life. “Abby, do you have any thoughts?” Her boss in the right top corner voice crackles out through the poor connection. The video image is grainy and freezes every few minutes and she has already moved to several different rooms, loggin in and out of the meeting to no avail “I'm sorry, what was that?” She switches her mic on, attempting to decipher the question asked. “Do you have any thoughts on how we could better market towards our clients?” It’s clearer now (for the moment) as the crackle clears into a smooth tone. Finally, she can hear and the question is something that she’d thought about before. But not everybody might like the answer. “That’s a good question, Carine,” she addresses her boss with thought. “Given the day and age we live in today, the economy has never truly been better. Younger people are buying homes and starting families at a much younger age. While this is all good, all companies need a change. All companies need something that makes them stand out from others.” “So what do you suggest?” Another voice of her coworker fizzles in. She pauses for half a second as she considers how bad the backlash would be. Abby was prepared for them to call her crazy, that wouldn’t bother her, but if she could just get them to listen to her for a second, that was all the time she’d need. “We need a change in clientele.” It’s silent. She can see people mulling over her words, knowing what she meant but unable to voice it out loud. “A change in clientele?” Hesitantly, Abby responds, “In the recent survey we sent out, I found a majority of our viewers on social media were Inbetweeners and… Littles.” The name left a sour taste in her mouth as she gauged their reactions. There was a laugh and a snort and a roll of the eyes and mostly people were staring at her as if she’d lost all her marbles. “Inbetweeners we can deal with but … Littles?” Her boss asked in disbelief. “B-but why?” That was the question of the hour. “No one will take us seriously.” One voice called out. Another said, “Littles only cause mess wherever they go. If they’re not responsible enough to keep their pants dry, how can we expect them to put a down payment on a house or keep up with monthly rent - ?” “Or not burn the house down with their distracted minds?” Too many people talk at once. Noisy and disorganized, Abby sighs. This was going exactly how she expected. “If you’ll give me a chance to better explain - ” She had a point to this if anyone would give her the time of day! “Littles!” Someone barked a laugh. “The day I meet a responsible Little will be the day pigs fly.” Evidently, this conversation was going nowhere. She grumbles, tugging at the ends of her messy hair when suddenly, a cry is heard. High-pitched and desperate, this was the second time in the last hour. ”I - I need to go!” she raises her voice only to be drowned out by the others. “Hello?” Nobody responds. “Fine then.” she rolls her eyes. With a click of the red button, the screen has gone dark. Nobody would miss her, she scoffs and shakes her head. They were too busy arguing amongst themselves. In a tizzy, she rises from the swiveling chair in her makeshift home office that used to be a large closet. Flustered as she comes into the living room, she snaps. “What Dani?! What do you need now?” Surrounded by the tall playpen, the girl stares through the bars with wide eyes, frozen in shock. Her tone was harsher than she meant it to be and even Dani can understand that something was wrong. In a millimeter of a second the Little’s bottom lip juts out, quivering. Abby doesn't have time to apologize because suddenly big fat tears are rolling down her cheeks. Throwing down her toys, a piercing cry loud enough to shatter eardrums, emits from the girl. Abby lets out a defeated breathe and burying her hands in her face, she wonders when she grew to be this exhausted. She felt as if she had the body of an eighty-year old woman rather than an almost twenty-six year old girl. Her sister always said it was amazing what motherhood could do to one's soul. Now, she knew what she meant. While before they were just playing house, now they are actually living in it and it was harder than she thought it would be. The first two weeks had been a utopia. Everything was brand new and sparkly. Every giggle, every new word or half-word learned, every tumble to her bottom after a shaky hesitant step and everytime Dani cried soley for her, wanting her, needing her attention, was music to her ears. She was seeing rainbows and unicorns and could just make out the shiny pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. But it would never be reached. Just when she was at the happiest she has ever been, of course, the high has to fade at some point. And that point had come. She was fed up. “You know this is your fault, right?” She accuses the Little. “If you could have just listened to Mama’s rules then we wouldn’t be in this situation.” She’s not just talking about now and Dani doesn’t understand as Abby vents her frustrations. The waterworks only grow in flow. “I paid all that money for you to go to Etiquette school and they can’t even teach you basic manners.” She ignores the girl’s sniffles. “When Mama is working that means it is quiet time. Quiet.” She sounds out the word, hoping to get the meaning across but her shimmering eyes are as blank as ever. There is nothing behind them. “Wet.” Dani whines with a lisp. Huh? Abby looks down, sticking her finger in the front to feel a very swollen diaper nearly bursting at its seams. “That’s why you wanted me?” she huffs. “Bad girl! Did you know that good little girls do not ask their Mama’s for changes. Good little girls stay in their dirty diapers until Mama decides it is time for a change. Good little girls are quiet and do as they are told!” The amount of shit she had to deal with work and now this? Abby didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “You’re not getting a change now. You will stay in your dirty diaper all day and maybe if you are a good girl, Mama will change you later. Now go back to playing quietly. Mama has work to do.” Abby stormed out of the room, hoping to make it just another few hours without interruption. She knew she’d been cruel but the Amazon was at her wits end. Whoever said having children was a good idea? OoOoo Whatever she had said seemed to work. There was a sort of silence only a childless, single person could achieve and it was like that for the next several hours. When the clock flashed five, her shoulders dropped in relief. Finally she was able to shut down the computer and clock off. She knew that today hadn’t been her best day at work or as a mother and the twinge in her heart and a burning sensation in her eyes confirmed the guilt. She had blamed her own daughter for something that was never fault. The Little obviously had no control over her emotions and would never understand the Amazon’s frustrations. All she saw was her Mama angrily yelling at her and not having a clue as to what she had done. Abby felt awful that she had even let it get this far. Perhaps it was time to look at the pamphlet that Aequor had given her on the Daycare. When they’d gotten home that day, she’d tucked the pamphlet away not planning on using it. Abby was afraid that she and Dani wouldn’t have that close of a bond if she were shipping her to someone else. She was afraid that Dani would feel neglected. But obviously some time a part was needed, even if for a few hours a day. Abby had become someone that she didn’t even recognize and yelling at her own daughter? That was a low blow. But she could mull over her wrong decisions another time because right now, she had to figure out why it was so damn quiet. And it didn’t take long. “Dani?” Her voice is barely more than a whisper. She finds her in the living room, still in the playpen but this time curled into a tight ball. She watches fondly as her pacifier bounces up and down with every suckle and tiny snores, little like her, sound from her body. Her cheeks are stained with tear streaks having cried herself to sleep. “Dani, sweetheart?” She leans over the enclosed gate, gently lifting her from the ground. It couldn’t have been comfortable sleeping on there even if the play mat beneath her did offer some cushion. Lifting her into her arms, she can see a leak having now dried to her skin and the thought of a diaper rash was now her only concern. Abby’s thumb smoothed over the wrinkled spot between her brows, gently waking her up. Her eyes fluttered, blinking open and shut and then open again. “Baby?” She said in a soft voice. “Baby? Wake up, sweetie.” The girl yawns and takes her fisted hands, rubbing her sleepy eyes. She instantly stills, feeling herself lifted in the air and shoots what only could be described as a hesitant look at Abby as well as relief, something she hadn’t expected. “Mama’s sorry, baby.” She kisses her dimpled cheek. “Mama was mean and made you cry. Mama loves you very very much.” The Little doesn't respond, instead gnaws on her pacifier and tightens her hold on her favorite orange and white striped kitty. “You are Mama’s good girl. You are Mama’s cutest girl.” She looks up, innocent eyes staring into her own as Dani makes sense of the words. “Goo’ giwl?” Dani squeaks. “Yes, baby. You are a very good girl.” “Wuv mama. Sowwy.” The girl whimpers, patting her cheek with the palm of her hand just as she always did to her. The Little then leans her head down, burrowing her face into her chest and lets out a tiny sigh. Unwanted tears spring to her eyes, guilt-ridden over the absolute innocence the Little seemed to possess. Abby wasn’t sure if she understood what she was even apologizing for and how could she even begin to explain it? “You don’t need to be sad, Dani. Mama will always love you. Always.” She carries the girl to the nursery because she can already see a brown and yellow stain on the back of her outfit. Abby sighes. This was her favorite. It was something that she never could have gotten over her head if she wasn’t regressed. It was an adorable cotton romper. The short sleeves fluttered out and were tastefully printed with sparkling red cherries, the color of Dani’s hair and blushing cheeks. Abby was even more excited when she found the cherry hairbands, separating her hair into two pigtails on the top of her head. But now it was dirtied and she wasn’t sure the stain would even come out. “Tomorrow we’ll go shopping, how about that?” Abby decided on a whim. “We’ll have a mommy daughter day. No distractions. No mean bosses. We’ll buy out all of ‘Littles R Us’ and then we’ll go to the park and have lunch. It will be perfect!” Her eyes lit up. “Mama - Day?” “Yes, baby,” she laughs. “Mama - Day.” Now, snapping open the outfit at the crotch and peeling back the thick layer of padding, already red has started to form. Abby wastes no time, smothering a handful of cream onto her sore bottom, profusely apologizing as Dani cries out at the contact. “You’re going to be better in no time. Mama is sorry, baby.” No amount of apologies can make up for how bad she feels. She’d apologize for the rest of their lives if she had to. Finally changed, she can already see the Little looks a whole lot more comfortable as she squirms around, rolling onto her belly and the only thing stopping her from rolling off the tall table is the Amazon at her side. “I think it’s time for an early bedtime. It’s been a long day, don’t you agree?” OoOoo Bad girl. She was a bad girl. Not a good girl. Bad girl. Naughty girl. She rubs her eyes. Ouch. Stinging, burning, hot. Dani cries. She shakes her side to side. Mama is burning but in a different way like a monster. Red face, black eyes. Spit flies from her mouth. Dani wants to understand. Stay! The monster hisses from up above. Quiet! Bad girl! Bad girl! She sniffles. The monster goes away. Squish squish. Wet. The Little looks down at her spread legs and big diaper. White… or yellow. Was white. Now yellow. Poke. Squelchhh. Her finger is wet. She sniffs. Uck! Her nose scrunches up and makes a yucky face because she felt yucky… and cold and wet. Mam - she stops, remembering before. Naughty girl! Quiet! Good girl. Dani smiles through the tears. She can be a good girl. A good girl for Mama. Then Dani remembers: Good girls use their diapers. That’s what she must do, right? To be a good girl. Yes - Dani logically thinks. That’s it. So she groans. Arghhhh! Pushing, pushing, pushing. Ouch. Breathe in. Breathe out. In and out, in and out. Ahhhhh. She sighs finally. Much better. It slides right out of her and it is a big one. Mushy. Soft. Smelly. The bigger the better. Good girls go poo in their diapers and she was Mama’s good girl. But her brows furrow in worry and Dani hopes that she has done enough. Quiet. Stay. Good girl. She can be good. Good means quiet. A little nap would be nice right about now and so she did. However, when Dani dreamed it was strange. She was standing in front of the mirror looking at herself. She looked different. Older. Her thighs touched which they never did and the familiar padding on her lower half was gone. It was replaced by a thin article of clothing. Something itchy and uncomfy. She wished for her diaper. She wished for her Mama but she was also gone. The Little was afraid, not knowing what to do. “Mama!” She cries. There is no one around. She is alone. Mama is gone. After that it is quiet for a long time. Dark. Dani didn’t like the dark. After, the dream changed and it was dark. There were no more strange dreams and she would have thought that she was lost in the darkness forever if it was not for the voice. “Baby? Baby? Wake up, sweetie.” Far away, the voice floated to her ears like chimes blowing in the wind. “Baby?” It takes a moment for Dani to find her body again. To come back to the land of living. She rubs her sleepy eyes. Blinking, blinking, blinking. Then light. Awake. Mama is here. Mama is crying. Sorry. She says. I love you. Love? Those were good words. She repeats the words. Sorry. Love. However an evil still invades her mind. Bad girl! Naughty girl - NO! - Mama said good girl. Bu-bump. Bu-bump. Her heart skips a beat. Good girl. She is a good girl. The monster is gone. The scary has disappeared. Mama is here now and the world is right again. Later on, there’s a grumble. Grrrrr. There are gentle pats to her tummy as big hands go round and round and round. Arghhh! The noise breaks from her throat. Gripping and tugging on the front of her shirt, the Little whines. The world has gone sideways and Mama looks down at her. They rock, back and forth, back and forth. Her tummy grumbles again. She is desperate. “Mama!” she squeals. “Mama is going as fast as she can.” Half a second later, a pale and firm large breast is sprung out from her shirt. The Little’s lips smack together. Eager, ravenous. It is as if she’s been starved for decades. The Amazon doesn’t need to help the Little because she already knows what to do. Uhmmm. Mmmm. Dani moans. She does not go gentle. Mouthful after mouthful of sweet cream, she takes her time, slurping and tugging on the skin until there is no more left and she has to be pulled away. The Little floats on a fluffy cloud. A cloud that is her diaper. A cloud that is her second childhood. Perhaps this is Heaven and she has reached her final destination. Dani never wants to stay here forever. But of course, evening turns to night and then to morning. She wakes to the light streaming through the curtains and mouthful of breast and a tummy full of milk as the new day starts once again. OoOoo “Peekaboo!” Abby sings. “Where is Mama?” Kneeling over the Little in the park, she covers her face with her hands, popping them open in excitement each time. Dani’s laughter is music to her ears as she stares up at the Amazon like she is the center of her world. Yesterday was already forgotten. Abby swore that she wouldn’t be one of those Amazon’s that mistreated their kids. She loved Dani and would shower her everyday with treats just to prove it if she had to. Another burst of laughter comes from her belly and she tries to sit up, rolling onto her side. She falls back on her stomach, now stuck in that position. “Mama will help you.” Abby says, maneuvering the girl until she is sitting up with her back against her chest. Abby was happy that she thought to bring the picnic blanket and a cool bottle of water. Sitting beneath the large oak tree, they were offered some shade but it was much too warm for clothes. No one gave them a second glance seeing the Little in just her diaper because there were many others doing the same. Well, no one cared except for the few free Littles that passed. They avidly avoided the scene, giving them a wide berth and it was cute as they scurried off. Probably eager to use the potty or maybe they did have a mommy or daddy waiting for them at home and were just naughty little children who’d run away. But Dani wasn’t like that. Not anymore and Abby felt stupid for everything she’d allowed before. But in the end she’d made it right and wouldn’t make that mistake again. “Drink your baba. We need to stay hydrated in this heat.” Abby said, pulling the cool bottle from the diaper bag and tilting upwards. Her lips latched on without thought and she could feel her body slump into a state of relaxation. They watched the many others (Littles and Amazon children) around the park playing in the splash pads and mommies and daddies relaxing in the shade as everyone just enjoyed the nice weather, soaking up as much heat as they could as the summer came to an end. Now, sitting in her lap, she can feel her diaper dampen and the Little does not react. Twenty minutes later she whines, turning her head and pushing the bottle away. “All done? You're such a good girl, drinking your baba.” She said, lightly patting her back until a tiny burp was made. The girl seemed to preen under the praise, giggling to herself with every compliment. “Let’s play with your toys now! Does that sound fun?” Her hand reached for the rattle first, shaking it in wonder over and over again. Then all too soon there was a familiar grumble and if her sudden grumpiness was any indication from the past, it was lunchtime. Before heading out, Abby could see a change was definitely needed by the sagging diaper between her thighs. There was no reason to find a bathroom because modesty did not exist for Littles. They were just babies. What did they care about who saw them naked when it was a completely normal thing. Quick and efficient, Abby had everything packed securely tucked away beneath the stroller and they were on their way. The restaurant was only a block away taking five minutes to walk too She could see Dani’s face light up and her nose twitch at the smell of something fried wafting through the air and Abby had to admit that even her stomach was rumbling. They stop outside in front of the host's stand and are brightly greeted by a teenage Amazon. “Welcome to Petite Papillion! Will it be the two of you today?” The girl smiles big making goofy faces at Dani eliciting a shy smile. “Yes! It is just me and my daughter.” “That’s perfect! Will you be needing a Kids menu?” The host asked as a formality even if it was obvious. “Yes and a high chair.” “Alrighty!” she exclaims and collects the two menus. “Would you like to sit inside or outside?” “If you have room outside that would be amazing!” “Of course, you can just follow me!” They trail behind to an umbrella covered wooden table on the busy street bustling with people. A moment later the girl is back with the high chair and a handful of crayons. “Thank you so much,” Abby thanked as she lifted the Little out of the stroller and into the chair. Dani was now a head taller than the table and once strapped in, finally they could relax. “Do you want to make some pretty pictures, darling?” On the back of the Kids menu was the outline of an image and Dani wasted no time fisting the pink crayon in her hand and scribbling to her heart's delight. Five minutes later, they look up to a young man with dyed purple hair and an eyebrow piercing that gave Abby a major ick. “Welcome to Petite Papillion! My name is Cameron and I’ll be your server today. Can I start you off with some drinks?” Dani doesn’t look up. She’s lost in her own world, coloring mostly outside the lines and has even managed to get a blend of orange and blue on the tray table. Abby orders for both of them. Normally, she was against anything sugary, even for herself, but she’d promised Dani a special day so nothing was off limits. That meant for the both of them. “Can I get a glass of Pinot Grigio and a bottle of Apple Juice?” “Of course,” he says, scribbling down their orders. “Would you also like some more time to look at the menu or do you know what you want now?” Abby knew what she wanted. She wasn’t a picky eater and the french styled cafe was small enough that there was only so much one could choose from. “I’ll have a large Caesar Salad,” she says. ”What kind of protein would you like on top? We have salmon, chicken or steak.” “I’ll take the chicken please.” He hums into his notepad. “And for the Little?” In the past, Dani would have thrown rightful fit at being so blatantly ignored and disregarded like this but the words washed right over her head. She doesn’t even look up. “She’ll take Kids Grilled Cheese with a side of French Fries.” “Very good. Would you like to start with appetizers as well?” “No thank you. I think we’re all set for now.” She says and he leaves saying he'll be back with the drinks soon. OoOoo “Ahah!” Abby exclaims when she has found what she is looking for. The Amazon is a bit tipsy, now on her second glass of wine and Dani is guzzling down her bottle of juice like an alcoholic in absolute delight. She is snapping the pink and white polka-dotted bib around her neck when suddenly a person gasps. “Dani?” Dani is oblivious but Abby looks up. She is unsure of she just heard but sure enough, in front of them is a Little by the name of Olivia. Frozen in shock, she is carrying a white takeout container. The Little is dressed in a cropped t-shirt and ripped jeans which is something that Abby never would have let Dani wear even before she was regressed. Her midriff is completely exposed and Abby reigns in the urge to rebuke the brown skinned girl. Instead, she smiles wide, beckoning her forward. “Hello there! You’re name is Olive right?” “Olivia.” She chokes. Of course, Abby knew that. She knew all of Dani’s former friends. “It’s been a long time. Wouldn’t you agree?” The Little nods, hesitantly, unable to move her eyes away from her practically naked friend. She is tense and worried, seemingly preparing to run but unable to move her feet. Abby answers the unspoken question dangling over the table in tension. “My Little Dani just needed some reminding of what it meant to be a good girl. Isn’t that right, sweetie?” She pats her head, running her fingers through her long curls and for the first time, Dani looks up. Now, the two of them are silent as they watch the Little in dreaded anticipation to see how she would react to seeing her absolute best friend in the entire world. It could have been twenty minutes or an hour that she stared at Olivia, observing closely. In reality, it was less than a minute. She narrows her eyes and puckers her lips, unable to look away. However, suddenly, as if pulled from a trance she blinks and turns to Abby. “No diapee?” She asks hesitantly and unsure. Gazing at Olivia again, there is now just plain confusion on her face. Abby can see the unadopted Little gulp as tears threaten to overtake her vision. “Good job for noticing, sweetie!” Abby praises condescendingly. “That is right. Olivia is not wearing a diaper but you are.” She pats the front and it crinkles causing Olivia to cringe away from the sound as if she is allergic to the article of clothing. It was clear that Dani was smart enough to understand that they were different from the fact she was diapered and the other Little was not. “Why?” Dani asked a pregnant pause later. Cocking her head to the side, she continues to stare unflinchingly at Olivia as she tries to work out the reasoning. A moment later she shakes her head, as if to clear out the thoughts from her mind. Thinking is bad after all. Little girls didn’t need to think. They don’t need to be smart. “Some Little girls haven’t found their Mommies and Daddies yet,” Abby explained. “You are very lucky that I found you when I did.” Dani seemed to accept that answer, nodding her head and not pushing the subject any further. Yet still, her eyes lingered on her lower half, brushing over her face and then looking back down at her own bare state and swollen padding that she hadn’t even realized she’d wet again. “Pway?” She says then. Startled, Abby and Olivia look to Dani at her sudden request. She holds out a crayon to Olivia, her favorite color pink. “Sit down with us.” Abby encourages but her tone was anything but welcoming. Olivia doesn’t know what to do. She turns, looking over her shoulder at another Little across the street who is waiting anxiously, staring back at the three of them. He doesn’t come over. Dani says again in confusion, “Pway?” ”Yes, Olive. Do sit down. I would hate for you to make my daughter unhappy.” This time it is not a question. Abby calls for the waiter to bring another high chair and grabs the Little by the arm. She holds on so tight that red marks appear on her dark skin and she has began to tremble. “We have so much to catch up on. Don’t you agree?” The Amazon says as she takes another mouthful of wine and it burns, slipping down her throat. OoOoo Author’s Note: Hey all! Here’s another chapter! As you can see, Abby’s not finding it as easy as she thought having a baby would be and her darker side is definitely showing. She’s definitely not as noble as she’s made herself out to be and in the end, I guess you can say that instincts always win over. I’m not sure how many are still reading but I love to hear your thoughts so please review! It really inspires me to keep writing these stories. I plan to update again soon and in the meantime, happy reading!

Thank you for your review! Yes, Dani got herself in bit of too much trouble and has unfortunately succumbed to the Amazons! She is definitely not completely gone because she is too headstrong for that. But for now, you’ll just have to wait and see what happens next! Not all has been revealed! There is still more to find out about so you’ll just have to wait and see! Thanks for your review! Thank you for your review! We’re definitely going to be getting a lot more, we’re not done yet! I think if there is anything to take away from this story is that Amazons are inherently selfish and it never takes long for them to give into their instincts, especially Abby! Thank you for your review! Of course, Amazons are not exempt from consequence, there are rules in place for a reason. I will let you draw your own conclusions on that . And you’ll have to wait for what is to come but this definitely isn’t the end for Dani or Abby!

Part 2 Chapter 10: Therese M. Harper to unknown number: The apples have fallen from the tree. Unknown number: Are the apples just bruised? Or completely damaged? Second unknown number: There is a difference. Therese M Harper to Unknown number: The apples are just very bruised. Therese M Harper (again): Thankfully. Unknown number: When will we have the apples? Therese M Harper: Soon. Unknown number: How soon? This week? This month? Second Unknown number: We need to make the apple pie. We can’t do it without the apples. Therese M Harper: … Unknown number: Hello? Hello?? There’s a knock on the door and Therese quickly switches her phone off. They’d have to wait for now. She was just as frustrated with the progression of yesterday’s events but knew there was no point in dwelling over it. She had to do what she had to do just as they would when the chance came. Until then, they’d have to wait no matter how crazy it drove them all. The Amazon cleared her throat. “Wh-who is it?” ”Olena, miss.” the voice of her receptionist sounded from the other side. “Come in.” she said, brushing a few loose strands of hair behind her ear and smoothing out the wrinkles in her top. The door opens and the Inbetweener steps into the room. She was dressed in a beige cowl neck top and cropped cream pants. Her black hair is pulled up into an updo nicely showing her sparkling earrings. Looking her over for a brief moment, she silently approved. Therese M Harper was always dressed to perfection, never looking out of place and had the same expectations for her staff. “Hello ma’am,” she greeted. “You said yesterday to inform you before Daniella Brady was to be picked up. Her mother should be arriving within the next half hour or so. Is now a bad time or …” “No no,” the Amazon said, rising from behind her desk and smoothing out her pants. “Now is the perfect time.” The secretary nods in response, holding the door open for the tall woman before following behind. The Amazon was intimidating and powerful and could have chosen anyone for this job. That is why everyone was shocked when she brought in this girl. Just barely an Inbetweener at six feet and two inches and broken English, no one had taken her seriously at first. People underestimated her. But that is what the Headmistress had liked about her. She was young and different and hungry to prove herself unlike all the other Amazons who just expected to have everything handed to them on a silver platter. However, it didn't take long for the others to shut up once she made it past the six month mark because usually most hadn’t even made it past two weeks. Besides that, the best part was that she didn’t question why she was so obsessed with this particular Little. “She’s still in the Baby Ward and Miss Morley is just getting her ready. Would you like me to inform her that you are on your way?” Olena said out of breath as she struggled to keep up with the Amazon’s long strides. “No, that will be ok,” Therese didn’t stop walking. “Just go back to the office and tell Mr. Hansen and Rodgers that our meeting needs to be pushed back at least until two o’clock.” “Yes ma’am.” The meeting was with the state department of Aequor. They expressed concern after the escape and questioned whether the school was being properly managed. Therese knew pushing off the meeting didn’t look good but she couldn’t just let the girl go without seeing her first. Besides, she had already taken the proper steps and fired those who had let her get away. Therese knew it was harsh but she had to send a message someway. Plus, she had to admit that things had gotten too relaxed around here and she would be the first to be blamed. Turning a corner now, it seemed they heard the sound of her heels clicking down the hallway because two teachers stood outside the nursery in welcome. “It is an honor to have you here, Headmistress,” said the first man, smiling timidly. She looked down, seeing the nervous tap of his foot. Everyone was on edge, not wanting to be the next to be fired. “How can we help you today?” The woman beside him was more brave. She controlled her breathing, squaring her shoulders back and looking her in the eye. “Hello,” she didn’t smile. “I’m here to see Daniella Brady.” They gulped, visibly. “Oh yes. She’s just with Miss Morley. Final preparations and all. I can take you to her if you’d like.” “That is why I’m here.” There’s an awkward silence, neither Amazons know what to say. Again, they gulp. The man holds the door open for the ladies. “Right this way.” OoOoo “Headmistress Harper! We weren’t expecting you. You’re very welcome.” “Yes, thank you.” She gives a thin lipped smile. “I thought I’d pop in and take a peek at the girl. I hear she’s going home today?” “Yes.” Mrs. Morely confirmed what she already knew. Behind them was the changing table, situated at the front of the room. Ten cribs lined both sides of the walls and it was customary every morning for everyone to watch as their fellow Littles were properly changed and padded. There was never one dry diaper from the night before and it just went to show how immature these tiny humans were in comparison to the grown - ups in the room. Now, on the changing table laid a girl who never thought she’d end up there. “I’ll take over.” “I’m sorry?” Says Miss Morley, startled by the change. No one had ever seen the Headmistress get her hands dirty and Miss Morley was the most senior educator at Aequor Etiquette School. At the ripe age of sixty, she’d been working here for over forty years, starting at only eighteen. No one crossed her. Ever. Well, except for the Headmistress. “You heard what I said. Give her to me.” The Amazon couldn’t say no even if she disagreed and they didn’t dare question her. “Thank you,” was all Therese said. “You may go now.” The woman left in a huff, flustered and hurried out the door with the other two hot on her heels. The Amazon doesn’t care what gossip they spread about her. “Hello, darling.” Finally, they are alone. The girl looks up at her with unrecognizable eyes, as if she were just another stranger that would come and go. She stares at her as if their conversation yesterday never took place and was not told life-altering news. The headmistress swallows the lump in her throat and sighs in frustration. “Why couldn’t you just behave?” She grumbles. “You’re certainly your parents' daughter, that’s for sure.” For a moment, it’s silent. Then the room is surrounded with a burst of giggles, high-pitched, almost a whooshing sound to her ears. Dani giggles, gurgling out a dribble of spit and kicking her legs in absolute delight. No trace of her old self remains. Therese knew this was how it would be but she hadn’t wanted to believe it. The only thing that comforted her was that it wouldn’t be forever. Their plan was already in motion, one they’d been plotting for a while if their original was to fail - which it did, badly - and so they’d have to start over. “I suppose we should get you changed, shall we?” It was like talking to a brick wall. However, the Amazon still tried no matter how fruitless. There was no fight left in her body as she untapped the once white padding. Brown runny liquid, a wet mudslide, had exploded from her bottom. The girl didn’t seem to notice, staring absentmindedly at the ceiling and calmly suckling on the rubber bulb between her lips. She resisted the urge to cover her nose. Even changing dirty diapers at home, you could never get used to the smell. It just wasn’t possible. Besides, it wasn't her fault. The girl had been loaded up on laxatives intravenously for almost four hours as part of her punishment. That came before the Robonanny, administering harsh spankings to her tender flesh that left her mind in a semi-fractured state. Lastly came the Jolly Jumper. The final push. With every bounce came another explosion from down below. Some little like her and some big enough to move mountains. She bounced and bounced, feeling every bit of the mess that she had created. Bouncing and messing and crying, lights flashed in front of her eyes. Sporadic, bright and utterly confusing, it only took a few minutes for the last sane pieces of her mind to completely fall apart. Now looking at her, Therese struggled with the conflicting emotions inside her body. The Amazon couldn’t deny that she’d look adorable next to her girls at home. Now isn’t that ironic? Rescuing Littles while having four of her own. It was the funniest unfunny joke that she’d never told. Some may call her a hypocrite but in reality, she’d saved them. The first, her Beth, was quite the little spitfire. She’d been regressed to be a Brat by an Amazon who had no interest in being a parent. However, once he realized that he was in over his head, the man gave her up. Brats were naughty and not fully regressed. They had all the characteristics of a hormonal tween and a toddler trapped in their terrible twos. No one wanted to put up with her constant moody behavior and Therese had been the last resort. It was hard reasoning with a person permanently altered to be as difficult as possible but she had her good moments and they’d come to love each other in their own unique way. Then, her second, Lilly, simply put, had willingly come to Amazonia from planet Earth. Escaping an abusive relationship and having nothing holding her to that world, she needed a change. She needed to start over and reliving her childhood was exactly what she craved. Therese saw her passing by the adoption center. She’d been there for several months and Little looked like she’d given up on life. She wasn’t the perfect adorable doll most Amazons wished for. She was tall for a Little, almost an Inbetweener and her body was too gangly and pale. No matter how much milk she drank, nothing would fatten her up and no Amazon wanted a Little that looked like an adult. So, she took pity on the girl which was one of the best things she could have done. Lastly were the twins, Rosa and Nina. They were offered a chance to escape to Earth and were almost away when their parents were taken and regressed. They couldn’t go on good conscience, leaving their parents to suffer at the hands of ruthless Amazons. While Therese knew it was too late to help the parents, she could offer some guidance to the girls. They agreed to be adopted to be closer to their parents. Every day they went to the daycare, pretending to be regressed just to be close to them. The twins were more of companions than children but however Therese could help, she was willing to. Now, it was time to help Dani. OoOoo Day Before Lights flashing. Hurt. Eyes. Ouch. More lights. Shiny. Hehe. She giggles. Baby, good girl. Diapers are for poo and tinkles. Warmth fills between her legs. Psssss. There. Much better. Slosh, slosh. Bounce. Slosh. “Hello, darling!” Tall lady. Big. Giant hands and giant smile. Drool dribbles down her chin as she laughs. Hehehehe. She pushes lightly off her toes. Bouncing up and down, up, down, up, down in the muddy puddle in her pants. “It seems the regression worked. Let’s bring you to the nursery. No more escape attempts for this little missy.” Escape? She blinks. Ow. Hurts. Head. Darkness. Chilly. She cries, not wanting to see whatever that was again. “Miss Ella is just a little baby now. No more big girl thoughts. No more thinking at all. Little Ella is a happy girl. Little Ella is a smiley girl. Little Ella loves her diapers, doesn’t she?” Baby! Diapers! Happy! Love? No thinking. That’s right. Thinking bad. Thinking hurts. Ouch. She pouts. “Don’t cry, darling. We’re going to play with all your little friends!” Play? She looks up, wide eyed. The giant smiles. Bounce. Bounce. “Up and down on your mushy tush!” The Giant laughs. Bounce. Dani liked this game. She could bounce all day, mushy tush or not. There’s another giant person. A man. She’s passed to the next set of arms. “That didn’t take long at all. Only ten minutes?” “No, it didn’t. It’s the new program from LittleTech. She was out like a night within the first few minutes and we just had to let the hypnosis sink in.” “Amazing,” the man breathed. “I wonder what will be next. Littles running for president?” The man laughs. “Not on this planet.” The words are meaningless. Going in one ear and out the other and she doesn’t try to pay attention. Her attention has drifted elsewhere to a shiny object. Dani reaches, pulling. She giggles. Ding, ding, ding! It makes noise! She pulls again. Ding! “What are you doing, honey?” The giants laugh with her. “I think she likes your necklace.” “Dog tags.” He corrects. “Right.” The woman rolls her eyes. The Little pulls them toward her mouth, overcome with the urge to suckle. “No no baby,” he says and gently removes her hand. “Those aren’t for you to play with.” “Ahhhh,” she whimpers, reaching again. “I think I have something better for you.” He pulls the object from his back pocket before she really has a chance to start crying. Her attention is shifted immediately and she reaches with new determination. Making grabby hands, she squeezes. Open and close. Open. Close. “Can you say ‘ahhhh’?” “Ahhhh!” She copies the man with her mouth open wide. “Here comes the airplane!” Vrrroooom. Flying through the air, the pink pacifier lands, settled between a pair of lips. She suckles once and then again and again, trying out the strange new foreign object. “Do you like that baby?” She does. Very much so. The girl is preoccupied, having found something to soothe the urge. ”Let’s get your dirty bottom changed and then you can have some playtime before beddy- bye.” Of course, the Little doesn’t respond. Why would she? She is just a content baby with no thoughts at all. Just as it should be. OoOoo Present They walked - or well - the Little stumbled down the hall with Therese holding onto her hands raised above her head. As well as talking, they’d need to relearn how to walk. Another challenge. She’d gotten distracted and the Little tripped on her own feet, tumbling to the ground. “Oopsie daisy!” It was a soft landing but tears still sprang to the girl’s eyes. “You’re ok, darling. No boo-boo, see?” She rushed to curb the meltdown. Kissing her unbruisesd knee, the girl sniffled. The tears held off for now. She seemed … confused. “All better! See? No hurt.” Her arms lifted. She was done trying to walk. Too much trauma apparently. Sighing, The Amazon bent down and swung the girl onto her hip while adjusting the diaper bag on her other shoulder. They came to the end of the hall, stopping at the set of sliding doors. “You and I are going to see each other again very soon.” She whispered into Dani’s ear as she placed her head on her shoulder. “I’m not done with you yet.” Of course, there was no response. It was safe to say because the Little wouldn’t remember this conversation. She now had a pea-sized memory. Therese punched in the code with a heavy heart, knowing this would be the last they’d see each other for the time being. On the other side stood a young woman she’d only seen from a distance. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail at the top of her head and she wore a sundress, magenta, flowing to her ankles. Therese knew the woman meant well but she was flighty and at only twenty-five, young. She made mistakes, didn’t pay as close attention as she should and that’s exactly what Therese was counting on. She’d screw up eventually and Operation Undercover would swoop in. Abby is talking to the front desk receptionist when Therese clears her throat. “Ahem,” They both look up. Eyes - wide, mouth dropped open in delighted shock, the Amazon steps forward. “Dani?” She whispers. The Little stares in interest, brows furrowed together and she gnaws down on the rubber between her lips, trying to figure out how she knows this lady. “This is your Mommy!” Therese exclaims with forced excitement. “Can you say Mommy?” The pacifier is wiggled out from her lips. “Mommy, darling.” Therese says again patiently. It was typical after regression that Littles would need reminders. Their minds go through so much, it’s important to help piece the puzzles back together again. “Mmm,” the girl tries out the word. Abby is frozen in place, waiting patiently and hopeful. She knew it would be like this. She prepared herself so she wouldn’t feel too sad. “Mmmm…” Dani drawls. “Mmm-a-mm-a - Ma - ma.” Suddenly then, like a lightbulb went off in her head, her sweet and dainty voice rings out like a bell. “Mama! Mama!” “I suppose that’s good enough!” This time, Therese can’t help but laugh out loud. No one could deny that she was just as cute as a button. The girl extends her arms out towards Abby, wriggling desperately and the Amazon is across the room in a second. She embraces the Little as if it had been years instead of just a mere week. “My baby!” She kisses every inch of her puffy cheeks that she can, taking in her dimples and shimmering eyes. “Mo - Mama missed you!” It seemed the Little felt the same way, snuggling right into her bosom as a peaceful expression drifted over her face. “Thank you so much for everything, Miss…” Abby said after a minute, remembering there were others around. “Headmistress Harper.” Therese said with a stiff smile. The Amazon’s eyes widened in surprise. “Headmistress? It’s a pleasure to meet you! Is it common that you come to meet the parents?” Therese chuckled. “Not exactly but I just knew I had to see off our little escape artist.” “Escape artist?” Abby asked in a confused tone, afraid for the response. “Let’s just say that your daughter has definitely kept us on our toes. It sure has been an eventful week.” It was clear the woman was not going to reveal anything further. All the details of her stay would be in the file that the receptionist was currently emailing over. “I don’t have anything to worry about, do I?” “No, not at all.” Therese was quick to assure. “She is your new and improved baby girl. The only thing you’ll have to worry about now is ensuring this Little one is properly padded. She sure is a little potty machine and can’t get enough out of her diapers.” “Well that’s good to know.” Abby breathed, relieved, patting her thick tush. “Now, here is her diaper bag,” she said, handing over the thick bag. “Also as customary, we’ve stuck in a fresh pack of diapers and a pacifier. As well, there are some pamphlets for you to look at about our highly recommended Daycare in Amazonia and all the best products to ensure your daughter is properly taken care of. Do you have any other questions for me?” “How likely is it that she’ll fall out of the regression? What if I want to age her up at some point?” Abby asked merely out of curiosity. Eventually, she’d want to age her up but for a long time. Abby was excited about all the things they could do together now as Dani was a willing participant. No more whining about indignities and humiliation. Finally, she was how she was meant to be. Abby only wished she had realized this earlier. “Near impossible.” Said the Headmistress with certainty. “The only way to reverse the regression is here at the school or a certified specialist. However, we suggest waiting at least two years before doing so because too many changes to the mind in a close period of time can lead to brain damage.” What the Headmistress didn’t say was that it only applied to technological hypnosis. There was no risk in reversing the regression the old fashioned way. Yes, it would take longer, months, but it worked just as well. “Now take your daughter home. It’s time to properly begin your new life together.” OoOoo Author’s Note: Hey all! Here’s another chapter! I’m not sure how many are still reading but I love to hear your thoughts so please review! It really inspires me to keep writing these stories. I plan to update again soon and in the meantime, happy reading!

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Yes, that’s correct! All the Littles have come from Earth. I feel like in a lot of stories, we don’t really get to see the history between Amazons and Littles so I’d love to delve even more into the history and conflict in later chapters!

Thank you for your review! I’m sorry, im so bad at responding! While everyone thinks Amazons are invincible, at the end of the day, everyone has their flaws and they are not immune to punishment just because they are bigger! We’ll also delve more into the Alliance in later chapters, trust me!

Chapter 9: Dani knows she has screwed up big time. Turning around to get away, she reacted a moment too late and a hand clamps down on her ankle, yanking her backwards. Her nails scrape along the cold metal, desperately trying to claw herself away but there is nothing to grab onto. Blinded by hot tears, she can do little to fight back, trapped in the Giants hold. Suddenly, she’s scooped into his arms and she squirms around desperately attempting to relieve the pressure off her bottom. She can feel her shit spreading across her skin and up her backside. “Look at who we have here.” The man drawls. The other one with glasses raises his hand, itching to punish her silly in a way she’d never think to misbehave again. “You’ve caused a lot of trouble, missy,” the curly haired Amazon cradles her in a restraining hold. “You’re lucky we found you before the Beatles. They wouldn’t have been as considerate as us.” Was that supposed to make her feel better? They were all just different versions of evil and she’d never met an Amazon that actually had her best interests in mind. “Let me phone the Headmistress and call off the search. She’ll want to know right away.” The words went in one ear and out the other. The girl had become inconsolable, blinded by hot tears and an upset tummy the harder she cried. The Amazon holding her was buff with large muscular arms that he could definitely use to crush her in a moment's notice. He glared down at her in a way a parent looked at their child who’d just fucked up big time and wasn’t about to forgive them easily. She sniffled, wiping the running snot from her nose. Her chest felt heavy, as if the oxygen had been sucked out of the room and she was struggling to find the last remaining specks of air. It was too easy working herself up into a panic attack because nothing made much sense in this world. Her mind was in a permanent state of confusion. “You should have just listened.” She looks up, startled by the reappearance of Mr. Fluffybutt. He was scowling and his ears turned down in disappointment, shaking his head. “Spankings aren’t the end of the world. You’re never going to learn if you are never properly reprimanded. Nobody can, even grown-ups. Running away is never an option.” For once, he actually made sense. Dani knew she had been stupid and her reaction was extreme… to say the least. But she had always been one for the melodramatics. Dani knew she was in for it and that her time was up. She asked in a small voice, “what do I do know?” “I think you know the answer to that.” She did. “I just want this to be over. I want my parents, I want my friends. How come I just can't be normal?” “What does it even mean to be normal?” Mr. Fluffybutt asked. “It’s a unique thing to be little just as it is a unique thing to be big. Would you be friends with Olivia and Carly if you were big or were from Earth? You wouldn’t know your parents and think of all the responsibilities… how many people do you know without a care in the world, that get the chance to be pampered and loved - ” “Abby doesn’t love me - “ “Yet she does. When will you learn? Your stubbornness is what gets in the way of happiness. If you just learn to let go … just let go, Daniella.” The Little is crying, heart-wrenching sobs that only one has when they’ve held in the pain and the guilt and the shame for so long. The Amazon holding her has taken to rocking the small girl back and forth, giving light packs to her back and making a soothing noise with his lips. She doesn’t notice as the paci slips between her lips. She takes to it with passion, suckling the object as if it were her lifeline. Everything she’d been, has been taken and stripped away without thought. Her identity, clothing, personality… she mourned. Perhaps Mr. Fluffybutt was right. She had to give in. “I’m sowwy.” She whimpered, burying her face in the man’s broad chest. “We know you are.” He cooed, almost… sympathetic. “It’s not easy being in this big world. That’s why there are grown - ups here to help you be the best little girl you can be. Being naughty gets you nowhere.” She nods, knowing he is right, knowing she’s just complicated matters a whole lot more than they needed to be. “We’re now going to have a little talk with the Headmistress about your naughty behavior and what to do from here on out. You’re going to be respectful, clear those tears away and acknowledge every naughty action and punishment you will receive. That’s what it means to be a good Little. A Little your Mommy can be proud of.” She knew what she had to do, even if she didn’t like it. The Little was tired of fighting and it hadn’t even been a week. OoOoo Before “Who are you?” She demanded, lifted from the tub as the water drained in a swirl. How could she possibly trust this man? This Amazon who’d gladly see her padded for life. It’s what they all wished for. “That’s not for you to know.” She scoffed, shaking her head. He patted her dry with what was her mother’s towel and she couldn’t help but blush at her nude state. However, he didn’t seem to care or notice for that matter. She stood on the rug, barely reaching his hip and pouted at the fact she couldn’t even dry herself. He’d hit her hand away when she tried to reach for the towel. Dani thought he was finished after wrapping the towel on her head but boy was she in for a shock. “What is that!” She screeched, backing up into the corner of the tub and toilet. Of course, the Little knew what it was, but it was the shock of him reaching for it so casually on the granite sink countertop that had her startled. “Do I really need to answer that question?” Of course, he didn’t. Staring in horror at the diaper in his hand, she knew there was nowhere to run or go but to the next room full of Amazons who would definitely not aid in her escape attempt. “We’ll have to do this on the ground since there’s no changing table,” he huffed, “and after we’ll have to find some jammies. I assume you don't have any onesies.” Again, she scoffed. How old did this man think she was? He only looked at the most, one to two years older than her so it was quite a big insult. “Now, you can either make this easy or hard. Don’t forget Daniella, I am your friend. However, I am not past spanking you if needed. You Littles are all the same.” He was serious, she realized with a pale face. The last time she’d been spanked was a few months ago in school. She didn’t eat all her vegetables at lunch and Mr. Mason wasn’t happy at all. She still cringed, remembering how she couldn’t sit for almost a week straight afterwards. Dani thinks she got her stubbornness from her mom because she’d always taught her to stand tall and speak her mind. Don’t let the Amazons think you are an easy target. Don’t let them take you for a fool. Her dad on the other hand advised the exact opposite. The Amazons were ruthless in getting what they wanted and fighting back only made it worse. If captured: be respectful, be humble, be cute and adorable and you may just get away with pull-ups if not training panties. “O-ok,” she whispered in resignation, taking her father’s advice. She’d suffer through this indignity only for the others. They had to have gotten away or else this would all be for nothing. Dani is silent as she lays on her back staring at the ceiling. Tears burn in her eyes yet she won’t let them fall. She couldn’t show her weakness. A yelp escapes her lips when two large hands take her by the ankles, lifting up her hips and the padding is spread beneath her. Powder tickles her nether regions and a cream is delicately applied in places no one else had ever touched. The padding is thick and soft as it's taped at her hips. Further, by the fact her thighs won’t even close together, Dani knows she won’t be able to walk without a significant waddle. It’s humiliating and degrading and everything her people have rebelled against yet here she is compliant in her own imprisonment. He stands up then, washing off his hands and settling her on his hip. “We’re going to go back to the kitchen now. You will behave as Blair gives you your nighttime milkies and then I will take you to see some friends we have in common - “ “No way!” She screeches, appalled. “Besides, who are you even talking about?” He gives her a look and she promptly shuts her mouth. “Do you want a pacifier? Because we have those as well if someone can’t control their mouth.” She mumbles an apology. He nods in response. “As I was saying, all you need to do is be respectful, be humble, be cute and adorable and you may just get away with pull-ups.” He doesn’t wait for a response, heading to the kitchen and she realizes with a pause that’s what her Dad always says. Something only they know. Could he actually be serious? He knows her parents and is trying to help? For a moment, they look at each other and what Dani can only describe is a silent understanding passes between the two of them. Perhaps he was telling the truth. He knew her name and the Little was certain that she hadn’t said it out loud. OoOoo There’s an itch in her brain, an annoying itch you get when you know something but can’t remember what it is and the feeling nearly drives you insane. That is what Dani is feeling right now. The desk was made of shiny oak and the carpet a wine stained red color that seemed to be more expensive than Abby’s car. She allowed her eyes to roam over the pictures on the desk of a woman with four little girls dressed in frills and big bouncy curls. They seemed happy, content, posing for the camera obediently and not shying away from the Amazons. Dani wondered at what point that would happen - that she’d view these Amazons as her saviors instead of captors? Already, she knew, deep down that Abby wasn’t as evil as she’d made her out to be. She was a woman, born a certain way that she couldn’t control. She had almost no say in her instincts just as Dani was ruled by her own. It wasn’t fair to place all the blame on her. She was in trouble because she’d done it to herself. Now sitting across from the Headmistress, she was just as intimidating as Dani had imagined. Dani reads the silver shining nameplate on her desk: Therese M. Harper. Her raven colored hair is pulled back into a French twist at the nape of her neck, yanking painfully at her scalp. Her lips which are painted ruby red are turned down, showcasing the frown lines on her face and Dani can’t help but squirm in the booster seat as her vibrant blue eyes pierce through her soul. They were alone. The moment she’d entered, the woman had all but kicked out the other Amazons much to their dismay. But of course, no one would cross the Headmistress. “You’ve caused quite the ruckus, Miss Brady. The entire building had to be locked down, classes paused and the teachers were fraught with worry. Do you understand the magnitude of your actions?” The Little stares at her blankly. Her stomach clenches in dread and she worries she is going to shit herself again. The Little still hadn’t had her diaper changed and it was starting to really smell. “I know you understand me. I won’t play dumb with you. You’ve always been smart for your kind, smarter than the others.” The Giantess’ low voice sends a jolt through her body. Dani’s lips part and breath catches in her throat. “H-how do you know that?” “I know a lot of things.” There’s a hidden meaning beneath her words, something she is not revealing and Dani knows it has something to do with her. “I’m sorry.” The statement is meaningless. Dani is not sorry for escaping or the chaos caused. She’s sorry for the punishment she’ll face. She’s sorry she even put up this much of a fight when she was destined to fail. “When I heard you - Daniella Avery - were being sent to Aequor, I’ll admit I was shocked. I’ve been watching you closely and you had a good life - better than most adopted littles - but you reared your stubborn head and here we are. What would your parents say?” Her voice is below a whisper as she says, “you know my name - my real name.” “I know many things. I know you, Daniella. I’ve known you for many years but you don’t know me. There are people watching out for you, protecting you, in places you would never even believe. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time now, ” Dani thinks back to that night and the Amazon she never did learn the name of. She’d thought of him as just another power hungry Giant, taking from her what he could. However, he did save her in the end, after relishing in her humiliation. Her parents were safe a mile away as well as others and they never did find out who ratted them out. But perhaps in the end it didn’t matter as they were quickly diapered and sent to the nursery. That was their punishment. Their karma. But it wasn’t only that strange Amazon. Little Johnny Boy hinted along the lines of something bigger she was blind too, that she hadn’t understood at the time, and she’d thought the Ronan’s were just overly sentimental and going a bit senile. But everything came back together in the end. A full circle. Why hadn’t she realized this until now? “I can see you have many questions.” She’s startled from her thoughts, looking up from her lap quickly. “Who are you?” The woman is silent. Dani thinks she’s not going to respond. She does. “I’m the Amazonian head of Operation Underground, the largest Little Rescue group in the dimension and well… you know what else we do. However, the most important is that we help hundreds of Littles escape to the dimension Earth every year.” She couldn’t be serious, Dani lets out a laugh but by the stone-cold look on her face… she was. ”What does this have to do with me?” She asked, becoming increasingly confused. “Everything.” “Everything?” “Your entire life has been a lie. You, my dear, are an integral part of our operation. You have been since the day you were born.” The Little gulps, attempting to process all the information but her heart is racing a million miles a minute and she can feel herself becoming faint. I - I,” she breathed. “I don’t know what to say. What do you mean?” It’s silent. The woman’s mouth opens and closes, as if trying to find the right words. “You are not who you think you are. Your real name is Daniella Elizabeth Montgomery and you were in Boston, Massachusetts on the Dimension Earth. I’m also sorry to say but your parents are not Charles and Marie Avery. You were born to Vera and Parker Montgomery, the Little head of the Underground.” Blood rushes through her ears. She can hear, distinctly, her heart thumping in her chest. Bu-bump. Bu-bump. Bu-bump. This couldn’t be true. It couldn’t. No, she refused to believe it! “You are lying!” A strangled cry escapes her throat. “I’m sorry, Daniella - “ “I’d know if my parents weren’t my parents!” If Dani could reach the ground, she would have jumped down by now and ran for the door but she was stuck in this purgatory, being told her entire life had been a lie. What kind of cruel sick joke was this? “It’s a lot to take in,” the Amazon said patiently, as if she had anticipated this reaction. “The plan was to tell you everything on your eighteenth birthday, but of course, you know what happened.” Dani had been stupid, falling in love with a boy she thought was her soulmate and when her parents said they couldn’t be together, they ran away. That was the last time she was home. They broke up not even a month later and she found the apartment in Amazonia and started college. Being young and stubborn, she refused to go home and admit to her parents that they were right. They’d tried to come see her multiple times, calling and emailing but she was so caught up in her own feelings and needed to branch out on her own, she’d all but pushed them away. And then they disappeared. “Great job at protecting me.” She all but snarled. “Taken by an Amazon and sent to Etiquette school? What kind of organization is this?” For a moment, the Amazon winces but quickly her face straightens out. “Daniella, I understand this is a lot to process. If you just let me explain everything, it will make a lot more sense.” “Fine.” She crossed her arms over her chest, ignoring the way her eyes blurred over with tears. “Explain.” OoOoo The story was as unbelievable as it sounded and yet, Dani knew the Headmistress was telling the truth. It all started twenty - years ago in a city named Boston she’d never heard of before. It sounded like a dream. Littles being free, having human rights and being the majority, not the minority. It was a place, she had heard of before, but knew was impossible to get to. People had tried and almost all had failed. “You were three years old,” Headmistress Harper began. “You were feisty, intelligent for your age and of course, stubborn as always.” A smile played at the Amazon’s lips. “Your biological parents, Vera and Parker had been in charge for about ten years and before that you’re grandparents and great - grandparents, who founded the operation. You see, Daniella, your family, your legacy is what has made the operation what it is today. It started out small with just Littles but your grandparents were smart and knew the operation could not survive without the help of Amazons. Despite what you think, we aren’t all obsessed with Littles. We all have different reasons, different motivations for joining.” What started as passively listening, promising herself she wouldn't take any stock in her words, slowly began to change as she found herself needing to know more. It started when the portal first opened up for the first time in 1875. A scientist who had been fiddling around with the theory of time travel, instead, opened up a portal into a strange dimension where these people were tall enough to reach the Heavens and powerful enough to inflict the maximum amount of chaos only found in Hell. The Giants were shocked to discover a whole world full of little people, the size of their children, ruling like adults and living independently. Amazonia had been a peaceful nation for generations and witnessing war after war that plagued the dimension Earth, it was apparent that these little people had no clue how to behave like real adults in a civil society. Thus, it was decided the only rational conclusion was that if these child - sized individuals were going to act like children, then they must be treated as such. “So what does this have to do with me? And my supposed family?” Dani huffed. She hadn’t counted on this impromptu history lesson. What they learned in school was that this Planet Earth was ravaged by wars and conflict. The Littles were savages, unruly, killing each other without a thought and the only safe place in the entire universe was Amazonia. Of course, as the years passed, she realized it could not all be true and at the same time, her dimension was no Utopia. If it were, why did so many Littles attempt to flock to planet Earth? ”Before we get to them, you need to understand more. Almost every country in the dimension established a sort of relationship with the Portal world. Fraught with conflict, the ruling majorities sought to get rid of the so-called impure, minorities, any persons that could be a disadvantage to society. The InterPortal Alliance was created which stated that the Amazons could take all their ‘rejects’ in exchange for peace and funding. The Portal world acknowledged the strength of the Amazons and sought to use them to their advantage. However, as you know, never trust an Amazon.” “But you are an Amazon.” “Touché.” “Tell me more,” Dani whispered. “What happened next?” They continued the story, leaving off with Elizabeth and Michael Montgomery… her great - grandparents. She blinked the thought away, not wanting to refer to them as that. She knew who her family was. Who her parents were. Even if she were adopted, it didn’t change a thing. Family is not always defined by blood but by the love those around you show. It’s what her parents always said. Now, she knew what they meant. Anyways, it was the beginning of the 1900s and the Portal world’s First World War broke out. Men, women, and children died by the thousands. The economy was just about destroyed and agriculture in ruins. The war wouldn’t have been possible without the aid of the Amazons and the billions of money they sent over every year. They realized they’d made a grave mistake and at their core, Amazons were not violent people. They’d taken to these tiny humans as children and the thought of children dying and killing and being subjected to such a poor life, only increased the desire to smother these Littles into diapers rather than death, as they seemed prone to doing to each other. The Alliance that had been created nearly, twenty-five years prior was scrapped. These portal Littles needed saving, something only the Amazons could do. Everyone was free for grabs. The white, Christian, straight majority were the first to face the consequences, having been the ones to have caused chaos in most of their world. “The Amazons, you could say, went absolutely rabid in the dimension, breaking the alliance. They grabbed whoever they could take. However, of course, life could not continue that way. Entire bloodlines were eliminated in an instant, taken away to this foreign land in another dimension. Your great - grandfather realized this was a problem, on many levels, however mostly it had to do with the severe population decline.” “That’s when he created the operation?” “Yes.” The Headmistress said. OoOoo “The war ended in 1918 and your grandfather, having been a leading member of the previous alliance, decided upon himself to create Operation Underground. He made it his mission to provide for and rescue every Little that had been abducted and prevent any more from happening. Further, due to his persuasion, the portal between our two worlds was closed.” “But then?” Dani knew that wasn’t the end, given the way it was in today’s time and she was right. World War Two began and the British Prime Minister reached out to their dimension, desperate for an end to the war and it started all over again. That was 1944, one year before the war officially ended. At that point, Operation Underground was a fully organized establishment as the mass takings started all over again. “There’s too much history to go into right now and we’ve already been here longer than we should.” “But you promised you’d tell me!” Her voice raised. “You can’t just dump all this information and leave me hanging.” The Amazon knew she was right but people could become suspicious and it was already hard enough, living this double life without getting caught. The woman sighed, “all you need to know is that you come from a legacy. You are the rightful leader of the Operation. It was 2005 when we were betrayed by an inside member. Your parents were meticulous in your safety and security, you were their number one priority as the operation’s. Amazonian government officials infiltrated our compound. Littles were abducted and allied Amazons were arrested and forcibly disappeared.” Dani’s face grew pale, listening in horror. Although she was only three years old at the time, surely she would have remembered something from her childhood. It couldn’t have all disappeared. But as the details grew more elaborate, perhaps it was a good thing she didn't remember. Her - her parents, Vera and Parker, took their lives. However, not before leaving all the operations top secrets with There M. Harper who’d hadn’t been suspected. The Amazon placed the three year-old child in the one place officials would never think to search for her: Amazonia. Daniella Elizabeth Montgomery was given to a couple desperate for a child of their own, only to have failed too many times. They agreed to take her on, protect her from harm and would prepare her on her eighteenth birthday for who she truly was… her legacy. But of course, that never happened. Dani doesn’t know how to respond. She doesn’t know if she can respond but something inside her tells her to say, “What do we do now?” Headmistress Harper shakes her head, sadly and resigned. “It’s an admirable trait to know who you are and be so proud of your identity. However, there comes a time when you need to give up. Lay low - “ “I can do that - “ “No.” The Amazon disagrees. “You can not because you have already failed. After your little spectacle today… that can not go unpunished.” ”Spank me, diaper me,” her voice shook. “I just want to help. Isn’t that what I was born to do?” “It's too late for that.” Her voice is solemn and the Amazon looks down, afraid for the Little’s reaction. “You’ve been here for five days and are only partially regressed. We can scramble a Little’s mind in less than an hour if we want to. Have you wondered why that is?” The girl is silent. “I’ve been protecting you. Shielding you from the full force of our methods. But after your little escape attempt today… that protection is over.” ”But you said - ” she starts. “I know what I said but you’ve forced my hand. The other Amazons will think me weak if I let you off with a silly spanking. They could report me to the head of the school. I could lose my job. I could be reported for harboring sympathetic feelings towards a naughty Little. All of our work we’ve done over the years will be for nothing if I lose my position and credibility.” “P-please.” Her voice breaks, pleading for another chance. ”Don’t do this to me…” Therese would be lying if she said the Little’s tears didn’t make her heart melt a little inside. All she wanted to do was grab her and cuddle all the tears away but that was not what she was here to do. “By the end of the day you will be fully regressed and tomorrow back home with your mommy. However, that is not before a very thorough punishing and you’ll wish you never ran away.” Dani still couldn’t help herself, gasping through the tears as she exclaimed, “what about everything you’ve just told me! Am I just to forget it all? How can I lead an operation when I’m shitting my brains out?!” “Don’t worry. The time will come when we’ll meet again and I can assure you, you’ll remember every word. Trust me. You’ve already been experiencing the memories. Haven’t you?” OoOoo Author’s Note: Hey all! Here’s another chapter! As you can see a lot has happened in this chapter and I’m not sure how many are still reading but I love to hear your thoughts so please review! It really inspires me to keep writing these stories. I plan to update again soon and in the meantime, happy reading!

Chapter 8: Before One by one they’re taken and dragged up from below. Dani is just able to maintain her composure, keeping the tears brimming in her eyes at bay. They were lined up like cattle. Beside her, the Meiers clutched onto their sons in panic. Fear paralyzed them, the thought of being separated from their children indescribable. The Amazons, two women, are whispering back and forth to each other, glancing at the group every few seconds and Dani knows what she was told but can not find it within herself to abandon them. To throw them to the wolves. Her best friends. A whole family and kind Mr and Mrs. Ronan. That is just cruel. Dani wasn’t a religious person but she found herself up late at night, praying to a God that most likely didn’t even know she existed. She prayed for forgiveness from her past actions and for however many times that she will definitely screw up in the future. She begged for forgiveness for every time she wished she was not a Little. For wishing she was different and taller because she would never be taken seriously in this world. She would never be important. The guilt consumed her from the inside out. So now, it was not without a heavy heart that she made this decision. Dani can hear the blood racing through her ears, heart strumming in her chest as she prepared herself. She shares a glance with Olivia and Carly and the two of them immediately know something is wrong. Maureen watches her intently and it’s as if the Ronan’s know she wouldn’t listen to them. “Follow my lead.” She mouths. Beside her, she turns to the Meiers and their seven year olds. “Hold onto the boys. Be prepared to run.” They don’t have time to question what she means as suddenly, the Little bares down on her stomach, pushing, until her bladder loosens and a warmth fills her pants. “Oh my-” “Dani!” “NO - “ ”What’s going on?” The Giantesses demand, eyes roaming over the group of startled Littles before landing on the red haired girl. ”I - I went potty.” She whimpers, crossing her legs together and hands covering her crotch. Her big blue eyes are wide and plump bottom lip slips between her teeth. Real tears leak from her eyes, mortified to have done this in front of everyone but knowing, it had to be done. Her plan had to work. Two pairs of eyes peer through her soul, silently debating, contemplating their next steps. They surround her then and their attention has strayed from the others. This is what she wanted. There was nothing else that could grab an Amazon’s attention like a Little who’d pissed their pants. Dani jerks at the prodding hands as her dress is pulled up and underwear yanked down to her ankles. Her body is bent over as a humiliating inspection begins. “No diaper.” The blonde woman with cat-like eyes chided. “No surprise there.” The other Asian woman said, manhandling her, yanking around the Littles body. She was without panties now and Dani was glad the others could not see her embarrassment through the dark. “This is what happens when Littles try to dress themselves. They always seem to miss the most important parts.” Dani yelps as a hand slaps her bare bottom and as the two Amazon’s hovered over her, their attention is turned away from the rest of the group. Dani knew it was now or never. She nods, just enough for Maureen to see and for the Amazons to miss in their fret. The woman signals to the rest of the group they begin to back up slowly and hesitant in their movement. Olivia and Carly pause for a moment, as if they don’t want to leave her behind but the look in Dani’s eyes says it all. And then, they take off. The group disperses and the Amazons’ notice a moment too late. “They’re running!” “You did this!” Dani is whipped around and dangled several feet up in the air. The Asian woman curses in a language she does not understand, glaring at her vehemently. “You planned this!” “Ellen, she’s a child! The girl doesn’t have the brain capacity to hold in her own piss! How do you expect her to plan some big escape attempt?” As much as Dani wanted to rebel against the humiliating words, this was going exactly as planned. The blonde, as said, regarded her as little more than a toddler. She couldn’t have been the mastermind. How could one so little plan something so big? “You’re right,” Ellen grumbles a moment later. “We’ll take her back to the group. See what Blair wants to do with this one.” the blonde said. “Well, you know, I also have an extra room at home and Pippa- Louise seems awfully lonely as an only child.” Ellen said, contemplating adopting her and the tone in her voice told Dani she did not want this woman as her mother. She had to get away. “You know that’s not why we’re here…” a warning rings in her voice and Dani starts to worry, wondering who these people could possibly be. Almost all Amazons wanted to adopt Littles and that’s what these nights were for. It didn’t make sense what they were saying and Dani knew this was bad. She was in over her head. “Fine. Take her back to Blair and I’ll hunt down the others. They couldn’t have gotten far. We're not about to lose out on a grande just because we let a couple of babies escape.” Reality starts to sink in that these are not your average Amazons and something very bad is going on. Dani kicks her legs, screaming at the top of her lungs to no avail. Reluctantly passed to the blonde, Dani is then swung onto her hip, latched to her side with no chance of going anywhere. Keep in mind she was still without bottoms and the feeling of drying piss on her skin was very uncomfortable. “Don’t worry, sweetie.” the woman’s voice almost turned to a coo. “We’re going to see our friends and then we’ll get you all nice and diapered but not before a big spanking. It’s a very naughty thing what you did, running away with those rascals. What would have happened if you were hurt? Nobody would be there to kiss your boo boos better or change your messy bottom for that matter!” OoOoo Her nose wrinkles at the smell of smoke drifting through the air and panic sets in deeper as they exit the line of trees and there they stand, in her backyard. The lights are on and she can see movement through the windows of tall figures, much too large to be her parents. The Amazon doesn’t seem to know it is her home and Dani wants to keep it that way. The last thing she wants to do is put her parents in danger and reveal whatever illegal activities they are participating in because she knew she was not meant to see the gun. Dani plays dumb, not wanting to give this Amazon a reason to examine her more closely and allows the tip of her thumb to enter her mouth as she stares on with wide eyes. Her body trembles despite the humid temperatures and the Amazon misinterprets her reaction. “This is why we wait for Mommy and Daddy to dress you. You’re going to catch a tummy bug in just this short little dress. My girls love their sleepers, so fuzzy and soft.” Dani briefly wondered what would happen if she were to dress in the sluttiest outside she could find, how the Amazon would react. That oughta show her she’s an adult, boobs out and all. No one could deny her after that. But there wasn’t time to dwell on that as they crossed her yard, entering through the unlocked back porch. Everything was just as they’d left it, her dads broken in old boots by the door and her mother’s half full cup of tea in her favorite mug with painted Lilacs sitting untouched, the rim stained of ruby lipstick. Voices could be heard from the kitchen as they turn a corner. Her face blanched, coming into the small kitchen where four more Amazons stood, leaning over a map in deep concentration. The white tiled ground, her mother prided herself on keeping spotless, was stained with brown smudges of dirt from beneath their shoes. The cabinets were open. They’d found her Dad’s Bourbon that he’d spent nearly four months trying to secure from the Underground and all Dani could do was stare with a heavy heart. If only her parents, wherever they were, could see their home now. Oh how they’d cry. “Look what I found!” The Amazon announced their presence, adjusting her on her hip so she was front and center. Dani could feel the heat rush to her cheeks, burning hot and she began to suck harder, craving distraction even if it were from her thumb. There were three males and one female. They all stop what they are discussing, looking up with what could only be described as excitement and adoring eyes. The one woman steps forward. Her hair is tied up into a mess of dark curls on the top of her head and Dani can’t help but glance down at her tanned arms, perfectly lean and sculpted in muscles. Dani was sure this woman could hold her own amongst these men. The woman stared at her with a look in her blue eyes that Dani could not decipher. She said then, “What a tiny thing.” Her low voice had turned into a coo and all Dani could do was lean back further into the one who held her as the other reached forward. She was passed between them, kicking her feet in retaliation and could not help the small whimper that passed through her lips. Her parents had always been clear: do not let them capture you. Then that would be the end. However, there wasn’t much she could do now and her capture helped the others escape. They knew the woods like the back of their hands and they’d gotten at least a minute head start, as the Amazon’s argued over her, so they should be long gone by now. The Giantess had no chance in hell of locating them. “Where did you find her?” An Asian man in the back spoke up. “The forest. There were others but they escaped. Ellen is searching for them.” Dani fidgeted uncomfortably as two fingers stuck themselves in the front of her underwear, feeling her soaked panties. She’d almost forgotten about that, distracted by the ongoing events and she worried about where her parents could possibly be. They’d never just abandon their home, their place of refuge. Never. Something must be wrong. “She’ll fetch a nice price, tiny thing she is. How big do you think she is? Five foot?” “Oh much less,” the man beside him responded and Dani could have sworn she’d seen him before somewhere. He was shorter than the others by more than several inches and seemed out of place, deferring to the two others in the room. Dani’s stomach churned and all she could do was gulp, swallowing down the rising bile in her throat. She knew she should be outraged, fighting for her freedom but all she could think about was how everything she’d eaten today had to come out somehow. “What’s her name?” Their voices went in one ear and out the other. It was too loud. Her stomach hurt. Heavy pants. Breathing. In and out. In and out.. There, that’s better… wait no… not really. Attempting to swallow again, drool pooled in her mouth and she prayed and prayed for the feelings to go away. But it didn’t. OoOoo They were in the bathroom. Her bathroom. But, of course, they couldn't know that. Dani didn’t like this man seeing her naked but her clothes stunk of vomit and they wouldn’t let her out of her sight. The quiet man took up the role of bathing her, deaf to her objections as no one else was willing to touch her. Now she screeched at the top of her lungs, bent over on her hands and knees as a washcloth roughly scrubbed between her butt cheeks. She hadn’t taken a bath since young when she wasn’t old enough to know how to even shut off the water. ”If you calm down Sweetie, you can see how I’m helping you.” He called this help? She continued to sob, angry tears dribbling from the corner of her eyes. “I assume you don’t want to see your parents again.” What he said was so nonchalant, so casual, that it took her a moment for the words to sink in. She froze. Staring up at him with wide eyes, he couldn’t have said what she thought he did. “You’re very adorable, I must say,” he continued. “I’m half tempted to take you home but I made a promise to some very important people.” “Wha-what are you talking abou-“ “Shhh.” He put his lips to his fingers, gesturing towards the Amazons just outside the room. “I never thought I’d be in Little rescue business but here I am and you, my dear, are more important than you could ever realize.” The Ronan’s had said something similar and now this Amazon… she needs to know more because everyone these days was so damn secretive. “I can’t say much more and I’ve already revealed too much. However, all you need to know is that your parents are fine and you will be too, if you just behave. Do I need to repeat myself?” “N-no.” She has to force the words from her mouth. “Very good.” He hummed. “Now, let's wash your hair and get you into some jammies. It’s very much past your bedtime and we have a long night ahead of us.” Against her better judgement, really, the Little had no choice but to place her trust in him because who could she trust? The others? Yeah, that was playing with fire. But wasn’t this as well? OoOoo Hey all! Here’s another chapter! It’s much shorter I know, but I wanted to give you something because it’s been a while! I’m not sure how many are still reading but I love to hear your thoughts so please review! It really inspires me to keep writing these stories. I plan to update again soon and in the meantime, happy reading!

Chapter 7: Time moved quickly, much quicker than Dani preferred. When time flew by that meant she was adjusting and adjusting meant regressing and that wasn’t a good thing. She stared at the screen, the bright letters popping out almost 3-D in a manic sort of way as she watched Mr. Fluffybutt sing the ABCs and she can feel the haze seep from the back of her head to the front. She squeezed her eyes close. Open and closed. Open. Closed. Open. Ouch. She rubbed her forehead. Headache. Her eyes closed. There. Much better. The static went away. She could think again. Mr. Fluffybutt didn’t like that. “Do you not like me?” He whimpered. “I thought we were having fun!” Learning the ABCs? Yeah, call that fun. She laughs humorously, poorly disguised but Dani wasn’t in the mood for any of his tricks. “My head hurts,” she muttered. She looks back to the screen and immediately cringes away as flashes of colors burst through her vision. Dani groans. The singing, dancing, pictures. It was all too much. The little nearly keels over, unaware of the watchful eyes from the Amazons in the corner of the room. “Maybe you have to go potty. After all, you are just a little girl and good girls use their pull-ups. Good girls listen to Mr. Fluffybutt. Good girls know how little they are.” Dani knew she wasn’t as little as they made her out to be but she’d come to realize that Mr. Fluffybutt did have a point. Going potty meant lollies and careful pats to her kitty from Mr. Thomas and it was icky and gross but her bottom would remain unbruised. But Dani knew she should wait until the show is done. Then, they’d get potty time and a third gold star on her chart and if she could make it at least two more days without an accident, Mr. Thomas said they could try training panties again. So she just had to wait another couple of minutes. Or three. Or five. Before had been an accident, every time she went in her pants so she’d be sure not to make that mistake again. So for now, she just had to wait. But, Dani hated to admit that she wasn’t very clear on the time. There was no structure in the Pre-school. No classes she could mark instead of hours and what made her the angriest was that there was no playtime. They were too little to experience those types of big emotions without the helpful hand of an Amazon, they said. However, her body reacted without her permission and every accident brought just a little bit of tingling that Mr. Thomas would help soothe and that made her a very happy girl. But other than that, it was very disorganized and chaotic and she didn’t particularly enjoy the crinkle that followed in her steps or the loud squelch when she became momentarily distracted and the floodgates opened up. But as Mr. Fluffybutt said: only little girls go potty in their pants and to be little meant you were good. So it should have been a good thing, all these wet and messy times but Dani could only be glad that she still had some semblance of control which left her feeling bad and she couldn’t put her finger on why. “Did you like my song?” Mr. Fluffybutt asked. The show was over, she realized with a pause, sitting on the colorful carpet. “I - “ she began, staring blankly ahead. The Little had no words. Hadn’t they just started? Looking around, the others moved sluggishly, waking up from whatever trance they’d been put in. “Wake up, sleepyheads!” Mr. Thomas exclaimed, coming to the front of the room and standing in front of the screen. “I think it is time to show me and Miss Honey, everything you’ve learned! Can we sing the ABCs?” A chorus of voices, disjointed and off-pitch broke out across the room. Dani tried to follow long but her mind froze. “A, B … D… H?” The girl beside her said G, loud and proud. The boy in front of her was already on Y. Dani knew this couldn't be right but she just couldn’t remember what came next. Maybe she was having a stroke. Her mother always said that when she was younger, too much screen time would do that to you and here they probably sat in front of the TV at least several hours every day, watching the same mind-numbing shows over and over again. Mr. Fluffybutt was in her mind and on the TV and he just would never go away. Dani rubs her temple as a pulsing ache forms in the lids of her eyes. “Is everything ok, darling?” A Giantess had kneeled down beside her, petting her hair. A whimper escapes her throat. “M-my head hurts.” “Oh my!” The teacher gasps. “Perhaps, someone has got a tummy ache.” “No!” Dani whines. She had to make them listen to her! These Amazon’s never took her seriously. “I think I am having a stroke,” she says in the most serious voice she could muster, attempting to express the severity of the situation. The woman’s eyes go wide, lips parting. “A stroke?” She whispers. “That’s very serious.” Urgently, she nods, relieved the Giantess was actually paying attention. The Amazon’s hand cups her face, softly stroking her cheek as her lips twitch up into a smile. “I’m proud of you sweetheart for telling a grown-up and using such a big word!” “Thank - what?” Dani pauses and pulls away confused. A big word? The Amazon is laughing, ruffling her hair in a condescending manner. “You sure have got a very big imagination, using these silly words!” ”I’m serious!” Tears brim in the corner of her eyes and she fights the urge to pout. She’d been in college, successfully completed high school and lived a semi-adult life only until recently. The Little did not appreciate being looked down on by these know-it-all Bigs with nothing better to do than ruin other people’s lives! “Of course you are darling.” The lady smiles with a maternalistic gleam in her brown eyes. “But, I think we’ve got a bigger issue to worry about right now.” “What?” Dani nearly snaps, put off. What could be a bigger issue than having her brain being damaged every single minute they didn’t get to the doctor. “Someone,” she emphasizes, “hasn’t practiced their ABCs. Can you show Miss Kristy how to sing your ABCs? I’m sure Mr. Fluffybutt would like to know too.” OoOoo Miss Kristy had quickly shut down the discussion of her possibile brain injury and the Little was forced to stumble her way through the ABCs and Miss Kristy clapped, showering with kisses as if missing half of the alphabet and in the wrong order was normal. No one else seemed concerned and as the group of Littles now dispersed throughout the room, rummaging through the buckets of toys, Dani’s worries were momentarily forgotten. She realized with pride that she was dry. Squelchless. That couldn’t be said for everyone. “Mr. Thomas, why is Ewla stiwl dwy and I not?” Anna-Mae sniffled as they played at the dollhouse and her pull-up was yanked back as the brown lump hanging from her bottom was properly inspected. She’d been oddly reserved the last couple of days, regarding Dani as if she’d killed her dog and was terrified of what she would do next. Now, tears watered in her eyes, cheeks flushed and she couldn’t meet Dani’s gaze. Mr. Thomas said, “some little girls need more help going potty. That’s why Ella is here just like you to learn how to be a good little girl.” “So I goo’ giwl, going potty in puwl-up?” “You are a very good girl and soon Ella will be too!” He said. The Little didn’t want to know what he meant by that and the girl was crying, embarrassed by her own lack of control which wasn’t Dani’s fault! She was prepared to get up and walk away but she knew that would only trigger the Amazon further. Dani swore that these Bigs were in constant fight mode. A Little’s fear triggered their predatory senses to leap, attack, and smother into babyhood. Every Little knew that running away was the biggest no-no. But right now, Dani wished she had. Turning to her, he said sternly, “Ella, showing off in front of your friends is very immature which I know you can’t help. However, you’ve made Anna-Mae very sad. I think she deserves an apology. Can you say sorry to Anna-Mae?” Seriously? The man is dead serious as he waits for a response and Dani can feel her face heating up, hotter and hotter, as she forces the words from her mouth. “I’m… I’m sorry.” “What are you sorry for?” Her hands form into fists, trembling at her side and the urge to punch the weepy girl in the face is too strong. But, Dani maintains her composure. Breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth. In and out. In and out. “I’m sorry for showing off,” she repeated his words in distaste, “and being immature.” “And what can we do better?” “Going potty.” She mumbled. “What was that?” Great. Mr. Thomas wasn’t going to let her off so easily. “G-going potty.” “Louder voice, Ella. Not everybody can hear you.” The others had stopped what they were doing, watching the Little be reprimanded while the other teachers watched in approval. “Going potty - “ “Full sentences, Daniella. We don’t have all day here.” Her body was numb, face white at the number of eyes and she wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. “I - “ she gulped. “I’m sorry for showing off and not going potty.” He seemed pleased, nodding his head. “Thank you Ella for admitting your naughtiness. That was very mature of you.” Her skin from her neck to face is scarlet. “After we get Little Miss Anna-Mae changed, we will properly show Ella how to use the potty. Isn’t that right class?” “Yes Mr. Thomas!” They had no choice but to respond and Dani, as patient as she had been, had run out. The Little did the only thing she could think to do. Dani ran. Fuck the consequences. OoOoo “Dani run!” Her mom ordered, ushering her out the back door where their yard bordered a thick and dense woods. She could hear voices becoming louder and louder, breaking into the houses around them and rushing through the street. Screams of terror emitted through the air, Littles abducted by Amazons and they could do nothing to stop. The Taking, as they’d named it, had become increasingly common in the last couple of years. The far - right governor whom had been re-elected for a second term had approved Little - Hunting which was exactly how it sounded. Once a month, the Little communities which were protected under numerous laws, were stripped away. Amazons could go crazy, abducting the tiny humans without consequence. Almost half of their street was empty, houses abandoned and bordered up. The Little Communities which were once considered a safe haven were now considered one of the most dangerous places to be a Little. They had more rights living on Amazon territory and could appeal to the law, if illegally taken. But her family refused to leave for some unknown reason and at seventeen years old, her hair was already starting to gray from the stress. “But Mom - ” “GO NOW!” Her dad thrust a bundle into her arms, pushing her through the door. “We’ll be fine. You know what to do!” They usually came with her. They stayed together because being apart was dangerous and together they were stronger. So why they were staying behind left her terribly confused and terrified. Stumbling away from the house, she turned back one last time, wide-eyed to see the gleam of a gun in her father’s hands - a long, hunting rifle that could only be for one thing and that she didn’t know they even owned. OoOoo Dani had managed to get out the door, too quick and running between the Amazons’ legs as they froze, momentarily in shock. Nobody ran. Ever. The sirens sounded a moment later. “LITTLE ON THE LOOSE! LOCK DOWN COMMENCES NOW!” A robotic voice sounded from the speakers, echoing throughout the entire building. Everybody would be on the lookout for her and she knew it was only a matter of time but that didn’t mean she couldn’t try to escape. The Amazons for all their mightiness were severely mistaken in underestimating the Little’s ability because she had one thing they lacked: the ability to fit into small spaces. That’s how Dani found herself on her hands and knees crawling through the vents in the building. For what it was worth, the Amazon’s were smart with all their technology and powerful with their physique but it was the small things they let slip past them. It was the little things, the obvious that they never thought about. She shivered from the cold metal on her skin, remembering she was only in a short skirt and short sleeved blouse but it didn’t slow her down. It creaked beneath her weight but she was sure the Amazons couldn’t hear with all the chaos. Every few feet there was an opening where she could see the Giants scrambling around in a panic and Dani would be lying if it didn’t give her the smallest amount of joy. But she couldn’t stop for long. She had to keep moving because soon enough the exit had to appear. It had to. However, almost thirty minutes later, the Little had to pause as she realized with sinking dread that she was lost. Her parents always taught her to keep moving. Keep running because giving up meant defeat and they were anything but weak. Littles were strong and determined and caring, something the Amazon’s would never understand with their sadistic ways. Littles were at the very essence of what it meant to be good. Yet she had broken that oath and in turn, something inside her had broken as well. It’s why that night as she ran through the dark, dirt kicking up from beneath her feet, she swore that she’d never allow what they did to Kate to happen again because the disappointment in her parents eyes were too hard to bear and the guilt ate her up inside. OoOoo Eventually, she’d come to a stop and panting and out of breath, dropped to the ground. Digging with her hands, she hits a hard surface. “Finally,” she muttered, clearing away the dirt to uncover the underground bunker. Dani knocks in code. Her birthday. The others are already here. A moment later the door opens and a head cautiously peeking out from inside. “Oh Dani,” the person breathes in relief, opening it further, allowing her to climb down the latter. It’s Maureen. Her next door neighbor. The Littles had built the room over the span of several months, deep within the forest. Digging over fifteen feet down, even the Amazons would have trouble if their hiding place was found. Which so far, it hadn’t, but it wouldn’t last forever they knew. It’s tiny inside but big enough for them. She hops off the latter to see The others inside, huddled and waiting. The Meiers and their twin boys are together in the corner, sleeping. Mr and Mrs. Ronan are holding hands and their kind smile shows the wrinkles around their eyes and Dani can see how much they’ve aged in the last several years. The Ronan’s were the oldest Littles she knew of at seventy-five years old. She doesn’t know how they’d survived for so long but it wasn’t without its challenges. She sees Carly and Olivia now, munching on a bag of chips and skimming over a magazine in disinterest. “Thank god!” She exclaims. Rushing over to the two of them, they embrace tightly, relieved they were all in one piece. “Where are your parents?” They all talked at once. “You first.” Said Carly. “They stayed back.” Dani gulped. “So did ours. We don’t know why.” The three of them look at each other, worry in their eyes as they wonder what this could possibly mean. Dani thinks back to the gun in her father’s hand and almost says something. However she decides to stay quiet because something inside her told her to keep it a secret. “Less people came this time.” Olivia whispered, glancing around at their abnormally small group. That could only mean one thing and no one dared utter it out loud. Glancing at her watch, Carly said, “It’s only seven. The night has just begun.” That meant twenty-four hours. Twenty-four hours of hiding. Twenty four hours of fear. The first hour was always the most critical. It’s when most people were taken, caught up in the surprise attacks. At this point, no more people would be coming and if they did than something was wrong. Opening the bag, she pulled out canned food. Tuna, beans, corn, some bread and a few snacks. Dani should have known they’d do something like this. They were always planning ten steps ahead but what puzzled her was why the others had stayed behind. What weren’t their families telling them? “You girls take a nap,” Maureen said, standing guard by the ladder. “I’m taking the first watch and you need your rest if…” She didn’t have to say it. They all knew. “We understand.” OoOoo Dani listened from up above and watched the scene unfold down below. Her stomach churned at the sight of the Littles wiggling around, unable to lift their head and their seemingly lifeless eyes. Their heads were shaved and the excessive drooling could only mean one thing. The only noise she heard them make were grunts and watched as the Amazon’s handled them with care, supporting their heads cradled to their chest. She was above the Newborn ward. The place of no return. Death was better than having your brain chopped to pieces because every Little had heard of what happens. “Did you see the email?” The Amazon said to the other, pointing at his phone. “They’re sending out the Beatles. They’ll find her soon.” “Good,” the man sniffed. “These Littles need a firmer hand. I fear we’ve been too lenient.” Her blood ran cold. Beatles? She knew of the many inventions the Amazons had created but these things were new to her and from the sounds of it, were nothing good. The Little was a sitting duck, just waiting here so without a thought, took off, going left in an attempt to find the exit because surely she had to be close. She had to. Dani doesn’t know how much longer she searched but she seemed to keep going nowhere, each turn coming to a dead end and having to turn back to where she’d started. The girl was frustrated and on the verge of tears when the feeling hit her with a sudden force. A feeling that she’d forgotten about in her search for escape. Her stomach cramps once and then again and Dani groans, knowing what is coming. The smell hits her nose before she feels it. Quickly, her backside fills and she grunts, unable to hold back the thick mess as her body expels every last drop, pushing out the brown load. If that’s not enough, her bladder decides to let loose on its own. “Did you hear that?” Dani freezes as the Amazons go quiet and look around in confusion “Maybe it’s the wind? There is a storm coming today.” She needs to get out of here, quickly, before they figure it out. Slowly, she rolls onto her knees. Creak. They pause again. Shit. ”No, that definitely came from inside.” “But we’ve moved all the kids back to the nursery. Surely we didn’t miss anyone.” They search the room, just in case, puzzled as to what it could be and Dani’s heart thumps against her chest, blood rushing through her ears. If they found her… she gulps. Dani didn’t want to even think about that. Six minutes pass and they find nothing. Dani remains frozen, pressed against the wall next to the vent. “Do you think…?” the voice trails off and it's silent. All they had to do was look up. All they had to do was remove the cover from the wall. Her eyes are closed as she thinks: don’t look up. Don’t look up. “We’re hearing things now.” one finally says. “There’s nothing here.” “You’re right.” the other sighs. “We should go.” There are footsteps and a door closes. Dani waits a moment, still as a statue, making sure they are really gone. After a minute goes by, she releases a breath that she hadn’t realized she was holding in. Silence. They are gone. Her shoulders relax and she decides to take a chance. Cautiously sitting up, she peeks through the vent and her heart just about stops in her chest. She can’t breathe. It’s as if someone has sucked all the oxygen out of the world and she’s starving for fresh air. Two eyes stare back into her own as they’re face to face. The Amazons lips curve into a smirk and he says, “gotcha.” ooOoo “What was that noise?” It had been four hours of sitting here and waiting. She blinks heavily, waking up from her sleep. Footsteps sound from above and over the door. The voices suddenly become clear and everyone is silent, afraid to even breathe. The mother held her hand over her son's mouth, the father rocking their other child who was still asleep. “Don’t make a sound.” Maureen mouths, her finger on her lips and blows out the flickering candle. Dani trembles, hugging her knees to her chest as they’re submerged in darkness and Carly takes her hand, shaking harder than she and Olivia’s silent, uncharacteristically so. “This is where she said they would be. This exact spot.” a man said. “I don’t exactly see any Littles around. Do you?” “Well, they’ve got to be around here somewhere.” Someone must have ratted them out, they all realize with horror. They were desperate for survival, willing to do just about anything, except for that. They’d made a promise to each other. They trusted each other! Dani tries to swallow but it’s as if there’s a rope around her neck, becoming tighter and tighter and she’s scratching at her skin until her nails are bloody and she’s screaming for air and for a chance to live longer than her seventeen years. “Water dripping.” she gasps. “My face is wet. Why is my face wet-“ “Dani stop-“ “Water- ” “Dani!” Hands wrap around her wrists as she’s yanked into reality. “Dani, you're crying,” Olivia whispers. “Your face is wet because you are crying.” Crying? She touches her cheeks as another drop falls. Her fingertips are stained wet. “Wha-“ “Take my hand, dear.” Mrs. Ronan smiled somberly, holding out her hand. She was a kind old woman, always having thought of others before herself. They embrace. Her hands are wrinkled and soft and she gives a comforting squeeze. The movement stops. Thump. Thump. They look up. “There’s a door.” “A door?” “Down here! They’re hiding down here!” There is nowhere for them to run when the only way is up and If there was ever a time Dani wished she could disappear, it was now. She can’t breathe. “It’s not your time,” says Mrs. Ronan suddenly, leaning into whisper in her ear. “You are young and strong and were put here in Amazonia for a greater purpose -” “Wha - “ Dani struggles to understand what she is saying. “When they come: run. Don’t fight back. Run and don’t look back. “B - but what about you and - and everyone else?” There is something in her tone that Dani can’t make out. A calmness in her voice as if she has accepted their end. As if she’s given up and is ready to face whatever comes their way. She’s almost… resigned. Resignation, that’s what it is. “You’re not going to try to escape…” The woman smiles, tears shimmering in her eyes. “My husband and I, we’ve lived a long life, a life we never expected to live and these Amazons want nothing to do with us old hags. We are useless. However, you, on the other hand, are too important. You are everything they wish to destroy. Don’t let them take your spark.” Author’s Note: Hey all! Here’s another chapter! I’m not sure how many are still reading but I love to hear your thoughts so please review! It really inspires me to keep writing these stories. I plan to update again soon and in the meantime, happy reading!

Disclaimer: Sexual content Chapter 6: “Now you’re in for it!” Her eyes squeeze shut and rubs them with her fists. Dani’s settled on the Amazono’s hip and faced over her shoulder as Mr. Fluffybutt follows them to the clinic. “Go away!” she whimpers pitifully. “What was that, sweetie?” “N-nothing.” she stammers. “Don’t worry, Ella, the nice doctor will figure out what’s wrong. You won’t be sick any longer!” Dani shudders, her mind coming up with horrid scenarios of what the Amazon could mean by that. “Miss Lemon just wants to make you better, She doesn’t know you are A - ok!” Dani wouldn’t exactly describe herself as A-ok and she’d seen this scene play out before. The normal girl suddenly sees things and is admitted to the loony bin. Imaginary friends were only acceptable until an appropriate age and perhaps now (so maybe they wouldn't find her so crazy). “Hello, there!” A voice exclaims as they walk through a pair of automatic doors. Her nose wrinkles, assaulted with the stench of a typical medical office and sanitation. They are in a waiting room. Several chairs are pressed against the wall and a basket of toys obviously meant for the likes of herself. “How can I help you?” Dani turns her head, staring at the Inbetweener sitting behind the desk who gives her a big smile and wave. She glares back, mouth set into a firm line, showing she is not happy to be here. Honestly, these Tweeners got on her nerves more often than not. They catered to the Amazons, waiting on their every want and need as if it would push them further up the social hierarchy to be fully accepted. They’d do anything to distance themselves from Littles, Amazon-pleasers that they were, even if it meant being treated like shit… but never worse than Littles. “Daniella Brady. We’re here to see Dr. McMahon.” Miss Lemon’s tone is clipped, regarding the Tweener with hardly a glance. Message received. The man’s smile fades and he nods, typing into the computer in silence. Mr. Fluffybutt sits in the chair, tossing a foam ball in his hands. “Dr. McMahon is a good doctor! She’ll make sure you're as healthy as a horse!” “But I am.” “Well, that’s for the doctor to decide.” Mr. Fluffybutt said in a matter-of-fact tone that stung. Doctor’s weren’t always right and even though a little taller, they were all still humans and human beings make mistakes. Dani huffed, turning her head in an attempt to vanish the rabbit and it worked. He was gone. Finally, silence. She tuned out the voices of the Amazon and Inbetweener, relieved to have a moment alone. Now she could prove to the doctor that she was fine. There was no talking rabbit. It had all been a simple misunderstanding. They go to the plastic seats, settling down and Dani squirms, unsettled with how comfortable she is in the woman’s lap. “Does someone want to play with the toys?” Miss Lemon purposefully reinterprets her struggle. “Come on, Darling. Let's have some fun!” There was a puzzle which she picked out of the box right away and while it wasn’t exactly challenging, she appreciated the stimulation knowing she could have it much worse. She sat on the floor with Miss Lemon leaning over with a piece in her hand. “Where do you think this goes?” the woman gasps. Obviously it is the top corner piece which is where Dani tries to place it but Miss Lemon makes a tsking sound with her lips. “Hmmm, I don’t think it fits there.” Seriously? Dani scowls. So they are playing this game… Instead, she tries to fit it in the middle. It doesn’t work. “Uh - oh!” Miss Lemon giggles. “That’s a little too big. Why don’t we try here?” Dani had to bite her lip to keep from saying something out of turn that would really get her in trouble. Instead, she smiles, doing as said and acting confused when it doesn’t fit. “Daniella?” A voice calls out suddenly and they look up, being the only ones in the room. A nurse stands at the doorway with a too big smile and pearly white teeth. She’s probably another foot taller than Miss Lemon and Dani can’t ignore the churning feeling in her gut. “That’s us!” Miss Lemon exclaimes, lifting her in a dizzying quickness and Dani could do little to hold back her pouting lips. They follow through doors behind the desk down a hall filled with rooms. Cartoonish pictures line the walls and as they pass, she can see that some rooms are occupied and others are not and she can only stare straight ahead, secured firmly on the woman’s hip. The nurse walked with a bounce, leading them to a room with a Little-sized bed and plastic walls to keep her from rolling off (as if she would) but these Amazon’s really believed she was that helpless. “If you can change her into this diaper,” said the lady, pulling out thick pink padding from a bottom drawer and placing it on the bed. “It’s clinic policy.” Miss Lemon was all too happy to strip her nude and Dani could do little to fight back. The Little knew, if she wanted to make it out of the clinic unscathed then she would have to be on her best behavior, and that meant holding back all the nasty words that sat on the tip of her tongue. So she zoned out, staring up at the ceiling of a painted solar system, trying to guess every planet. However, Dani failed miserably. She’d never been good at Astronomy. The Little wiggles her bottom, looking down from her laid back position as the final strap is tapped shut at her waist. It was comfortable and soft, crinkling with every movement and Dani hated to admit that it was not as bad as she thought it would be. “Very good,” the nurse hums when she’s diapered. “Now, I’m just going to get her height and weight before the doctor comes in and she’ll sort out any booboos this Little one has!” The nurse pats her stomach and tickles her bare feet, forcing a giggle from her lips and Dani laughs and laughs, dissociating from this hell she is trapped in. OoOoo “Hello, hello, hello!” A voice sang as they knocked on the door, not waiting for a response before entering the room. Not only was the smile on her face but in her eyes. Her voice, raised high in pitch, would capture any Little’s attention. “Oh Dr. McMahon, hello!” Miss Leon stuck her hand out, the other placed on the Littles bottom, legs straddled around her waist and sitting back in the chair. “Miss Lemon, hello there!” They shook hands and the doctor sat down, sliding closer in the rolling chair. “My oh my, this must be our newest student… Miss Ella, you call her? What a little girl she is!” “Oh yes!” Miss Lemon bounced her on her knee, the two of them gushing over her. “Not even five feet. I think she’s our tiniest Little to date!” “Oh, she must be,” Dr. McMahon waved her hand. “I’m surprised though she’s not in the Nursery.” “Yet.” They laugh and Dani’s face reddens, heat brimming barely just beneath her cheeks. This didn’t surprise her. Even other Little’s had a hard time taking her seriously due to her size and now these Amazon’s didn’t think she could keep her pants dry. “What seems to be the problem today? Nurse Emilia said that you said she was acting funny earlier?” Dani’s jaw is clenched shut, teeth ground together as they talk over her head, as if she is not even in the room, because obviously her thoughts don’t matter. She is just a stupid Little. A dumb baby. Why would they care what she has to say? ”Well, she was causing quite a fuss at dinner. She hardly ate her food and then had a tantrum! Apparently, she has an imaginary friend.” Miss Lemon whispered the last part, as if she couldn’t hear, though right on her lap. That didn’t sit right with Dani and a whine sounded from her throat. Both eyes turn towards her and she shrinks into herself, self-conscious. They turn back to each other then, talking about her. “I’m going to be honest. Nothing you’ve said sounds abnormal for a Little and the trouble eating could mean a lot of things: she’s getting used to a new environment, seasonal allergies (the pollen is unusually high this year) and as we know, some littles just like to be naughty.” Naughty? Her head jerks up. The last thing she was was naughty and Mr. Fluffybutt was not imaginary! He was real and annoying and all she wanted was to be home with Abby! A cry sounds from her lips, frusterated tears spilling over her cheeks as the Little couldn’t hold it back any longer. “I not naughty!” She whined. “Mr. Fwuffybutt weal! He weal and won’t weave me awone!” Finally, they’re paying attention to her, condescendingly, but still, she is not being ignored. “Tell us more about Mr. Fluffybutt, honey. What does he look like?” She sniffles, rubbing her eyes with fisted hands. “He - he is white and has big bwack eyes. He’s twawl, just wike you a-and tewls me to be a goo’ giwl.” “Well, Mr. Fluffybutt sounds like he is a nice friend. It is important to be a good girl. Naughty girls get spankings. You don’t want that, do you?” She blanches, immediately shaking in her head in horror. That is the last thing she wants. “Is Mr. Fluffybutt in the room right now?” Dr. McMahon enquirer, taping a pen to her lip and writing on a cli[board every few seconds. “No.” Dani sighed, wishing suddenly for the rabbit to be back. “He’s gone riwght now but he was hewe befowe! I towld him to go! He’s annoying!” Dani could feel herself slipping. Too big emotions at one time did that to her and if Abby was here, she’d be rocking her to sleep. Dani missed her Mommy even though she hated her. The Little wasn’t sure what to make of these emotions. “Well that’s not very nice, is it? Friends are supposed to stick by each other. Why don’t we be friends? I promise not to be annoying. So does Miss Lemon. Let’s solve the mystery of Mr. Fluffybutt.” Dani knew they were tricking her. They were lulling her into a false sense of safety and then they would strike, stripping away what little she had left but her mind was in scrambles and she needed help. Maybe, just this once, she would give in. However, instantly the Little regretted ever entertaining the thought. This wasn’t what she meant by help! Dani whimpers as she is laid down on her stomach with her ass in the air. She’d seen the doctor remove a long stick from a package, realizing a moment too late what it was meant to be. “This is the most accurate way to take a Little’s temperature, especially one as tiny as her.” She’d said, holding down the whining girl. Dani cried, not knowing what else to do as her butt cheeks are spread and the object wiggled in sinking deeper and deeper. “I know it’s scary, sweetie but you’re being so brave! I think someone deserves a lollipop after!” As if that would make her feel any better! She wanted to scream. Eventually, after what felt too long a time, the thing beeped and was slid out from her bottom. The girl’s tears slowly came to a stop. Reading the numbers, Dr. McMahon exlcaimed, “no temperature here! This little girl is as healthy as a horse!” Dani could have told her that easily! She grumbled, fighting back against the diaper change but losing pitifully. Miss Lemon had to help her sit up and just as Dani had predicted, nothing wrong was found. “It seems Little Miss Ella just has a very big imagination and first day jitters,” Said the doctor as she typed into the computer. “It’s very normal for Littles to act out on their first time away from Mommy. I’d recommend just an early bedtime and extra bottle tonight. It’s important Little’s get a full fourteen hours of sleep. Hopefully, she and Mr. Fluffybuttt will be settled by tomorrow.” They didn’t believe her. They thought it was all in her head. Once again, she couldn’t stop the overflow of tears, knowing deep down, something was wrong but nobody would listen to her because, of course, she was just a dumb little. Thankfully after, Miss Lemon had the mind to give back her panties and they left the clinic, practically dragged by the tall woman to the dormitory where it was found to be empty. “Let’s get you into your nighttime pull-ups and into bed. Somebody has certainly had a long day.” “Pull-ups?” Dani whimpered, taken aback. She was supposed to be a big girl… “I - I haven’t had an accident in a long time.” “Sure you haven’t.” Miss Lemon giggled, ruffling her hair. “They can happen anytime so we don’t want any surprises. Even big kids can’t help it sometimes.” Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth, sucking painfully until lit was plump and red with a taste of blood on her tongue. How would she ever be taken seriously if they never gave her the chance? It just wasn’t fair! Dani didn’t bother to try to cover herself, as her undies fell to her ankles and stood stark naked. Everyone had already seen her nude more times than she could count today. The pull-up around her waiste crinkled loudly as she waddled to her bed. Miss Lemon had to hold her under her armpits to keep her from falling over. Once she was laying down, only then did the exhaustion hit her body. A yawn escapes her lips, paying no mind to the fact she was just in a pull-up and no other clothing and standing over her, Miss Lemon places a bottle of warm milk and a… lollipop. ”Now, don’t get too excited, Ella. This is a special treat for being so good for the doctor. Don’t expect this every night.” Miss Lemon said in a stern voice, attempting to keep a serious face but the Little was just too cute with her wide eyes and puckered brows, opening the wrapper and popping the sweet in her mouth. It was only six o’clock, not that the Little would know from the blackout shades on the window. “Also, remember sweetie, it’s ok to go potty. You’re only a little girl and little girls don’t hold in their messes.” Miss Lemon cooed, cupping the front of the thin padding. Placing a kiss on her forehead, Dani could only give a grunt of acknowledgement, suckling on the surgery treat as the world faded around her. But it wouldn’t last. “I’m baaack!” Her eyes, half closed with sleep, burst open. She stares wide eyed, at the devil of an animal as she is once again trapped in this endless nightmare. Mr. Fluffybutt. Oh what had she done to deserve this hell? OoOoo Pebbles of sweat, dribble down her neck. Dani was hot, uncomfortably so, and the feeling radiated down her body coursing through her veins as if she were high on drugs. Her body felt alive, wired and racing as she tried to make sense of what was happening. “Wha-” her voice rasps. “Wha - are you doing here?!” “I’m your friend, silly!” She blinks several times, trying to clear her mind of the creature. She had to be hallucinating because this wasn’t real. Realistically, it shouldn’t be real. But he remained, sitting at the edge of her bed with his legs in a criss cross applesauce position, staring down at her with its dark eyes. “You were gone before.” Dani groans. She rubs her thighs together, creating a friction as the padding goes back and forth against her core, soothing the swelling of her vagina. She breathes in short quick breaths, laughing to herself in the dark. Getting herself off to a talking rabbit. How much lower could she sink? It was the candy, her mind screamed. Something was wrong with the candy but it made her feel so good that she didn’t care. She continues to moan, on her hands and knees rocking her hips against the mattress. It didn’t do much but it was better than nothing. “You’re having fun, aren’t you?” “Shut up!” She growls. “That’s not a nice way to talk to a friend-” “You’re not my friend! You left me before! They think I’m just a stupid Little!” A whimper of frustration passes through her lip as a fiery ache ignites from down below. She was being driven crazy, talking to a rabbit and humping the bed in a pull-up. Olivia would piss herself laughing, record the moment and never let her live down this moment. She longed for her friends. Her old life and Little Johnny Boy and the way he made her feel that night. Liquid drips between her thighs and the pleasure soon turns to dread as a familiar twinge in her bladder returns. “Arghhh no!” She screams, fists hitting the mattress beneath her. This couldn’t be happening right now. “Uh-oh, does Ella have to go potty?” “Why can’t you just go away!” She sobs, clutching her head in desperation. A kaleidoscope of colors fills her vision. Mr. Fluffybutt has multiplied. There’s three hazy versions of him, watching her, taunting her, laughing at her. Dani was stuck in a nightmare that she could not escape. “Just let go.” His voice floats through the room. “You’re just a little girl and good girls use their pull-ups. Good girls listen to Mr. Fluffybutt. Good girls know how little they are.” Somewhere at the back of her mind, a voice screams at her not to give in but delirious and in the absolute most pleasurable pain, she gives in, and the world explodes around her. OoOoo They are fifteen now and Dani sulks, peeking up every few minutes from her phone attempting to sneak a glance at Rory Rodgers. He’s grown a foot over summer, over six feet tall now and can almost be considered an Inbetweener. He’s talking with Kate Trainor and it’s obvious why. Just look down. “You’re never going to get his attention by sitting here and gawking.” A voice suddenly whispers. Startled, Dani whips around. Olivia. She takes a seat beside her, smirking at the same time knowing her friend too well. It was the first day of high school and the class buzzed with excitement with chatters of the summer and excitement for finally being with the older kids. However, even through the excitement there was a dark cloud hovering above. They were now the prime age for picking. Amazons didn’t care for them much when they were young, only taking an interest when they were old enough to form their own opinions and the need took over to put them back in their place. ”What do you expect me to do? March right up and declare my undying love for him?” “Yes.” “No!” Dani nearly chokes on her disbelief. “That’s what Kate did and take a look at them.” Olivia, in all her wisdom, was missing the biggest picture. Kate Trainor had boobs and curves distracting the male species from the fact a pull-up was taped around her waist. “I’m not Kate. He’ll never notice me.” She looked down, tugging at her skirt uselessly trying to cover up the thick pull-up. Their short plaid skirts, meant to show the utmost padding, caused shame and humiliation. Most students made a point not to direct attention to their lower half yet Kate flaunted her body, jutting out her padded hip and teasing her skirt, hinting at something more. It drove the boys crazy and only she could get away with that. Olivia’s thoughtful for a moment, brows furrowed in deep concentration when suddenly, a smile spreads across her face - something, Dani knew could not possibly be good. ”Do I want to know what you are thinking?” She asks, afraid. “No. Most definitely not.” ”Olivia…” “Do you want him or not?” Her friend huffs. “Because, we can have Kate out of the picture by the end of the day. That is unless you’re too much of a baby - “ “Take that back! I’m not!” Her voice raises and several heads turn. She sinks down in her seat, face flushed. In a quieter voice, she says now, “what’s your plan?” The bell rings and everyone settles down. A silence falls over the room and Olivia whispers, “Recess. Meet behind the slide.” Later, they’re running around under the hot August heat. Even in high school, they still had recess because Littles were just children and children needed playtime according to the Giants. They met as planned under the slide where there is this little enclave and they are hidden from the Amazons’ view but Dani stops short. She is surprised to see Nicky Muldoon, the grade’s dealer, with a suspicious looking pouch and her friend with a handful of cash. ”What are you doing?” Dani hisses, contemplating whether to run. She didn’t want to get caught up in whatever mess Nicky always seemed to drag around with him. He’d gotten more spankings than could count and was a moment away from being sent to a state - run daycare. They ignore her as she sputters in disbelief, watching Olivia count out cash concluding at fifty Amazonian dollars. ”It takes less than a spoonful to work,” says Nicky. “Whoever you are using this on, unless you want them to be shitting and pissing their brains out, I suggest you go easy.” “Noted.” He’s gone in a flash and Dani is struggling for the right words. “What exactly is this plan?” Dani turns on her friend and the blue pouch. Once again, she knew she wouldn’t like the answer. “We’re getting you your man and Kate Trainor permanently moved to diapers.” OoOoo This was Karma for all those years ago. What goes around comes around. That is what her mother said after she confessed in tears that night after the deed was done. Now, the padding was thick and heavy between her thighs, the smell of urine and shit hitting her nose mixed in with the scent of a musky arousal. She continued to shift her hips, back and forth, the mudslide in her pants spreading to every nook of her bottom as she sobbed, throwing her head back in relief. If only her parents saw her now… if only Rory Rodgers wasn’t so beautiful. OoOoo “This is crazy, do you know that?” Dani whispers. Her stomach is in knots, glancing across the room at Kate every few seconds. They’re seated at the back of the class away from anyone’s glance and it’s the perfect spot for what they are about to do. Kate’s sitting on Rory’s desk surrounded by a group of others laughing loudly about something, not paying them any attention. Her stuff is at the desk in front of them with her bag tossed to the ground and her water bottle on the table. That’s why it’s too easy to sprinkle just a little clear powder into her water and it was tasteless and clear so she’d never notice a difference. Dani knew what they were doing was wrong because she wasn’t a bad person. She actively campaigned for Littles rights and the right for adulthood. Yet here she was damning a fellow Little to the Nursery. And for what… a boy? But it was too late. Kate drank the water, only a small sip, but that is all it took. It was less than five minutes after class started when her body froze and the blood drained from her face. Kate stood up suddenly, prepared to make a run for the bathroom but she never made it. “Miss Trainor, are you ok?” The Amazon’s voice was sweet and cooing, feigning concern for the distressed Little. They all recognized the potty dance and soon enough, the familiar sound of a crinkling padding swelling with waste. The stench hit their nose a moment later. Olivia coughed back a laugh. Rory wouldn’t look up from the ground and Dani… Dani was overcome with guilt. Taken away, a wet trail followed in her wake and all Dani could focus on was the sound of her wails. “I’m a big girl! Please! Give me another chance!” “What did we give her?” Dani’s voice breaks, holding back her own tears. “Delirium.” Shrugs Olivia. “You know, the incontinence drug.” In the end, It wasn’t even worth it. Rory got with another girl and Dani still was alone, pining after a boy who didn’t even know she existed. OoOoo A voice. Touching. She can’t breathe. Help. She can’t breathe. Where is she? Her eyes open, heart racing against her chest, only to be met by darkness. She squints, seeing a figure leaning down from up above. They are in the dorm. She is in bed. Dani can see now the others are back and sound asleep. Had she been here all along? Had it all been a dream? Something wasn’t right but she couldn’t place her finger on it. Dani shivers at the touch of cold fingers at her crotch and the waistband is pulled back from behind. Miss Lemon gasps, “Uh - oh! It seems Little Ella does need help using the potty!” Oh god, no! It feels as if a cold bucket of icy water has been dumped over her body and is coursing through her veins. She thought it had been a dream. It had all been a dream! A whimper slips from her lips building up into a full blown tantrum. Dani swats at her hand with all her strength which won’t even leave a bruise but she quickly regrets it. “Hey!” Miss Lemon’s voice is sharp. Miss Lemon is used to this behavior. Littles are cranky things especially when sleepy and dirty. Miss Lemon can handle crybabies but hitting… that is a no - no. Unfortunately for Dani, she hasn’t gotten the memo. Dani lets out a yelp, yanked up in the air by her arm and held out in front of the Amazon. “Messing yourself and hitting?” “I’m sorry!” The Little pleads. She shakes her her head anxiously but it is pointless. Miss Lemon makes a tsking sound, almost as if she was disappointed. “A Little’s immaturity will always show eventually. Not everyone can make it in the big girl class. Do you know what that means Ella? You have earned two more strikes.” What?!? Dani begins to plead, unable to believe what she is hearing. It hasn’t even been a day! How was this even possible?!? This wasn’t unfair! She’d been startled awake and anyone would have reacted the same way. “It is important to know when you are in over your head. You Littles never seem to understand, so you need Amazons to make these decisions for you. Isn’t that right, Ella?” Snot runs from her nose, eyes blinded over with tears that she can’t stop pouring. Her pleas fall on deaf ears and Dani can feel the Amazon grinning through the dark. “You’ll go to Pre-school in the morning. I heard they’ve just got in a new order of pull-ups, extra soft and waddle inducing. That will be much more comfortable than these old things.” She presses on her bottom, spreading the mess, as the girl kicks her feet in the air. The morning came too quickly and her screams must have been heard through out the building because by the time they reached the second floor, the Amazons did not seem surprised one bit. They stood in the hall, outside a dark room where an Amazon came out to meet them. He was just taller than an Inbetweener, struggling to make it past Miss Lemon’s chin yet still had almost three feet on the Little. “One naked and tired little for delivery!” Oh right, she was still without clothing and the Amazons didn’t even bat an eye. “Are you sure you are in the right place? She’s so tiny! The Newborn ward would be a much safer option.” The man is completely serious, not even trying to humiliate her and that made it even wore. Dani grumbles, feeling a sense of hopelessness she’d never felt before. She hadn’t even made it a day before being demoted. “We’re not quite there yet,” Miss Lemon laughed, patting her filled pull-up as she was not given a change last night. “However, for now, someone isn’t quite ready for panties yet. Some more time in pull-up’s is needed before we try the potty again.” “Well, give her to me,” the man gave a paternalistic smile. “We’re going to have so much fun in Pre-school, aren’t we!” This, Dani knew, was her karma. You get what you give. Even if it is a whole lifetime later. ooOoo Author’s Note: Hello, everybody! I’m so sorry, it’s been so long! I’m going to try to update more frequently and for now, here is another chapter! Please don’t forget, I love hearing what you all have to think so please REVIEW! It inspires me to keep creating these stories! Until next time, happy reading!

Disclaimer: Sexual content and language present in this chapter. If uncomfortable, I suggest skipping to the second half! OoOoo Chapter 5: Fingers sweep across her pubic bone, playing at her folds as two fingers insert themselves inside. A yelp sounds from her throat as she tries to recoil but she’s pressed against the wall. They pump up and down, up and down. Her breathing is quick and hurried, her face hot as the blood rushes to her cheeks and she wonders if her reaction is as visible to the others. Though mortified at this moment, she doesn’t want it to stop. Sexual release was practically nonexistent in their world and who knew when the next time would come. A pool of wetness forms between her thighs and unconsciously she sucks harder on her paci, breaking her from the spell. She chokes on a mouthful of soap. “Uh oh!” The Amazon pulls out. It tingles down there and she can’t help but rub her thighs together trying to create the same feeling. “It seems Miss Ella had a little bit too much fun! Playtime hasn’t started yet, silly girl!” Playtime? Her brows furrowed in confusion. What did she mean by that? Looking around she receives no hints only a slightly glazed look in most eyes and she wonders what the actual fuck this class could be. “Your time will come afterward darling,” she giggles, patting her wet crotch that’s not pee. “Now turn around darling and bend down until you touch your tippy toes.” She blocks the rest from her mind, waiting for the groping hands to disappear. Ten minutes later the Amazon comes to a finish with the rest of the group and to everyone’s relief there was not another accident. However the air was thick with arousal as they were all in a dazed state. “Since all you Littles have done such a good job of keeping your bottoms clean, I think a treat is in order!” “Special Ice Cweam?” Alyssa squeals in delight and jumps up and down. Miss Yang doesn’t reprimand the girl for speaking out of turn. Instead, she smiles big, pulling out a jar of white ointment . “That’s right darlings. It’s playtime!” Attempting to swallow the lump in her throat, the others who’d been looking sour a moment ago light up in excitement, chatter spreading around the room. “Wiwe.” She attempts to ask the half-brain dead man. “Wha’pway’ime?” He giggles as if she has lost her mind, shaking his head. “Pwaytime ish fun! Ouw pwincess and pwince parts ge’to pway an pway an pway! Af’er if we were goo’ boys and giws, we ge to use ve potty.” Princess and Prince parts? She thinks for a moment before it sets in. Her thighs still rub together, feeling a pool of warmth and smell drift from between her legs and knows this was all intentional. The Amazon meant to get her off before. Six mats are laid out on the carpet in a row and she has no choice but to follow the others. “Feel good?” A person lies down beside her. It’s Annie. Through a shaky voice, Annie says, “it’s called Classical Conditioning. I used to study Psychology in college. We’re being conditioned to become incontinent, through sexual pleasure. Every time we’re given pleasure it’s paired with a toilet break. This place is a fuckfest. The Amazons are cunning, using our own bodies against us. What is one thing humans crave the most? That we can’t just turn off? Pleasure.” Dani can’t believe what she is hearing and even as Annie talks, it isn’t with disgust. She enjoys it, as do the others it seems. Besides, if it’s the only arousal they are going to get, why wouldn’t they want it? Dani can’t talk but her face conveys her understanding enough showing she craves the same thing. “There is a reason everyone loves this class even if they are just fucking us over in the end.” She huffs. “I’d enjoy it while it lasts.” The Aide moves efficiently and quickly down the line of Littles removing clothing before she can blink and they are left in a complete state of nudeness. In shock, she looks around seeing if anyone else is as mortified as she but the others don’t seem to notice or care. Dani focuses on the ceiling, eyes closed as a second set of hands comes around with cream making sure not to leave an inch of their private parts uncovered. “That’s it children. It’s time for play!” Dani used to think of herself as a respectable woman but after just the last hours, that part of her has disappeared forever. A low moan sounds from her chest before she can help it. Her heart races, cheeks flushed and despite it not being warm in the room, her body is on fire. Her mind spinning in circles as she tries to make sense of what is happening. The cream burns in a good way and she can feel her core becoming warmer, nipples crinkled and the need to satisfy the urge is… indescribable. Dani realizes in horror that she is horny. They all are. Times one thousand. The woman squirms in discomfort, not bothering to hide it. Her breasts bounce with every movement and Dani doesn’t give a fuck about who sees. As wobbly as a newborn fawn she can only manage to roll herself over to her hands and knees. “C-c-come wif me,” Annie breathes. “W-we pway wif horsy’s.” Dani doesn’t question what she means, the two littles crawling across the carpet to where there was an adult-sized brown antique rocking horse. “Do you girls want to play with the horsey?” Miss Yang stands above them with a knowing look on her face. A squeal comes from their lips and Annie raises her arms to be lifted up. This was a far cry from the mature woman before, now begging to be fucked. Dani suckles hard on her paci, the taste almost invisible now as her body burns with a need she never knew existed. Miss Yang grabs the two of them by the armpits. “Let’s take a trip down on the horsey!” she sings. “Perhaps then your little princess hole will feel a lot better!” The Little doesn’t know what she means but the pulsing feeling down below and swollen breasts has her melting like putty. The Amazon places them down slowly, their warm bodies firmly pressed together face to face and Dani gasps. An object, oiled and long, enters her whole. As they sink lower and lower, the dildo slides deeper in. Dani has never felt so full and she’s so confuddled she doesn’t have time to be freaking out. And it just gets better. Stars explode in her eyes. They rock back and forth, moaning and grunting as the silicon object hits their cervix with every movement. There wasn’t a silent Little in the room and the Amazons watched in calculated delight. Annie was right. This place was a fuckfest and she was living for it. Time passed quickly, too quick, and Dani can’t help but let out a cry as hands suddenly lift her up. The two littles who’d been straddling each other, rocking back and forth on the vibrator are pulled apart. Dani can’t count how many times she’s orgasmed and she’d never been so wonderfully oblivious. They’re carried back to the rug and placed in a circle. In the center is a plastic training potty. Her thighs are sticky and the pulsing feeling from down below begins to burn once more. Her hips move back and forth on the soft rug, attempting to create some stimulation and others are doing the same. Beside her she can see Willie’s hard member. It’s small and shriveled and Dani remembers the Amazon removing a cage from it earlier. He doesn’t seem to care, all prospects of masculinity a thing of the past and he bounces on his bottom. ”Look at all you silly Littles, playing grown up games! Playtime is very important, however, only if you have a grown - up to make sure you don’t hurt your delicate little bodies.” Miss Yang’s words go over their head, just barely breaking through their delirious state. “Now, as important as playtime is, so is potty time. Your little juices aren’t the only thing that needs to be released.” It was a subtle change, she hadn’t even noticed as the twinge between her thighs changed from pleasure to discomfort and she realized it had been hours since she last used the bathroom. A whine escapes her throat and Dani sees she’s not the only one with the sudden urge. She watches, impatiently waiting her turn as each person is dragged to the middle of the circle and placed on the toilet, knees pressed to their chest and they sing the mind-numbing song over and over again. “We like to use the potty, the potty is our friend! Can Miss Ella make a tinkle and a plop as we count down to ten, nine, eight…” That god forsaken song had just about driven her insane as it’s the fifth time in a row they’ve sung it. Her cheeks flush pink at the watching of the whole group using the plastic toilet. Everyone else has had to do the same but still, it was different than with Abby because it was just the two of them. However, in front of other people her own age, in front of several men she could have found handsome in another life, was too much to admit. Her stomach gurgled and Dani knew it wouldn’t be pretty. The group counted, almost at zero and Annie had warned what would happen if she didn’t go at potty time. She’d held back as long as she could but luck was not on her side. “Four, three, two…” She pushed as hard as she could, her body trembling as not only one but number two released at the same time. Tears dribbling down her cheeks, perhaps this was her lowest point. Later, a grunt of frustration passed through her lips as everyone was dressed, back in their clothes, however with a little new surprise beneath their uniforms. A metal contraption secured tightly around their waists and at their swollen, pulsing cores. No relief was found as the Littles continued to hump the ground, attempting anything they could to achieve relief but it was pointless. Tears continued to pour from her eyes as she tried to make sense of the complicated emotions that wracked her body. She’d just pissed and shit in front of the entire group, yet she floated on cloud 9, in a state of euphoria that she was already craving more of. “Let’s go you little stinkers,” said Miss Lemon as she held both their hands leading them out of the classroom. “You’ll get more playtime later tonight.” Tonight? Her head shoots up. The desperation is evident on her face and Miss Lemon chuckles. “You silly girl,” she pats her head. “Don’t you love Miss Lemon for giving you more playtime?” Dani doesn’t have the energy to shoot back a snarky response so demurely, she nods her head. Loving these giants was pushing it a bit too far, but thankful? That was a better word. OoOoo They enter a new room with a big screen. Bean bag chairs are set in several rows and the others rush in around her, eager to get a spot in the front row. Hesitantly pausing, Miss Lemon pushes her down near the front, seated beside Willie in the comfy chair. They curl into each other automatically and she can feel his hot skin beneath her own and he doesn’t seem to notice anything. There’s stuffies on the ground and bottles of juice and other treats that she can’t help but eye. Of course, the Amazons miss nothing and soon a handful of sweets are placed in their laps with a sippy cup in the other. The screen flickers on, the fuzzy image coming to life. “It’s Mistew Fwuffybutt today!” Exclaimed Willie. “Misitew Fwuffybutt ish ve best!” Dani had never heard of this cartoon before but judging by the others' reactions, even Annie’s small smile, it was a favorite around her. However, Dani knew something was terribly wrong with this situation. Abby had never turned on the hypnosis channels but she’d seen what they’d done to others before, turning them into brain dead zombies without a thought in their head. “Let’s get this paci out of your mouth and you can enjoy movie time.” Miss Lemon said. She bent down, removing the object as if it deflated with a hiss and Dani was able to stretch her jaw for the first time in a while. But it didn’t last as a new nipple was stuck in her mouth and was forced to give a tentative suck. Apple juice. She gulped down the surgery drink and couldn’t help but take another and another. This was the most thing with actual flavor she’d gotten to have in a while. “Haf a can’y!” Said Wille. “They speciawl!” Special? Dani was skeptical. Nothing described as special was ever good, she was coming to realize but she couldn’t just not eat it. Miss Lemon watched them with a careful eye. The man stuffed them in his mouth, moaning in delight and Dani figured one couldn’t hurt. Just one. She told herself. Besides, Abby never let her have sweets so this would be her little treat. The movie played, vibrant colors flashing across her eyes and she couldn’t look away. Unknowingly, Dani continued to stuff her mouth with five, six, seven, eight sweets not noticing the odd aftertaste. Even her juice was refilled several times over the two hour period but that didn’t matter because her mind was assaulted with memories from her childhood, new and old, that she couldn’t shake away. OoOoo “Mommy!” She cried, running in from outside. Her muddy feet tracked through the house, her dad shouting from the living room because they’d just mopped the hardwood floors. Dani was five years old, the youngest in the neighborhood and she’d just wanted to play ball with the older kids in the street. Her mother was in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and throwing them into a boiling pot of water on the stove. The 5 '7 woman turns, hearing the crack in her daughter's voice as she comes running in. “What’s wrong, darling?” Dani hardly cried, even at only five she wasn’t one to be hurt easily. That’s why immediately she bends down to her daughter’s level as she runs into her arms. Immediately, Marie takes note of her daughter’s stained paints at her crotch. “I - I went peepee and they all laugh cawling me a baby!” Marie sighs, knowing although the neighborhood kids were only a few years older, they could be cruel and Dani was too stubborn to admit she still needed pull-ups. They allowed her into underwear hoping she’d learn her lesson and want to be put back into pull-ups but it never happened. “You’re not a baby but you are still little, younger than the rest of them and sometimes little girls need extra help going potty-“ “No!” She cried and stomped her foot. “I’m big! Owivia don’t need puwl -ups a-and Cawly ——“ “But you are not Olivia or Carly. You are Dani and we are all made different. Some adult Littles even still wear pull ups.” Her mother patiently explained, attempting to soothe the sobbing girl. She hated to use the last example (leaving out it was not by choice) but Dani was unusually wise for her age and if anything could convince her, it was logic. They’d tried bribing her back into pull-ups with toys and sweets but the girl wouldn’t be swayed. “Why don’t you head to the bathroom and take off your clothes. I’ll be in shortly and start a bath. How does that sound?” Dani sulked. A bath was the last thing she wanted but she could see her mom wasn’t going to budge. She does as she’s told, running to the bathroom and waits… and waits and waits. She sits on the ground with her ear pressed against the bathroom door. Voices rise from the next room. “She’s told old to be wetting herself. We need to get a hold on this.” “We should have had a hold on this a long time ago!” Her dad’s voice overpowers her mom’s. “Charles, she’s only five years old. Give her a break-” “Littles like us don’t get breaks.” his voice hardened. “Or have you already forgotten your sister?” It’s silent. Only heavy breathing could be heard. “What if the Little Protection Services were in the neighborhood, doing one of their random checks and they found her like that? She’d be taken away in seconds and we’d be carted off to the nearest daycare diagnosed with Maturosis due to being unable to properly take care of our daughter.” “But that’s not going to happen-“ “YOU DON'T KNOW THAT!” Dani flinched, startled at the noise and huddled further into herself, her thumb creeping into her mouth. “Dani is too important. We took her in for a reason and if those Amazons get a hold on her before it’s time… it’s the end.” Dani couldn’t make sense of their words but she knew it wasn’t good and she just wanted to get the sticky wet feeling off her skin. She whimpers, wishing for her mommy to hurry but suddenly, she feels a brush of wind. Turning, she freezes in place. “Hewlo?” her head cocked to the side, brows furrowed in confusion. A fuzzy bunny, larger than her, is standing in front of her. “Don’t cry!” it squeaked. “All Little girls and boys should wear puwl-ups.They’re so comfy and you never need to worry about going potty!” “But I’m a big giwl-” Her defense fell on deaf ears as the bunny shook its floppy ears. “Even big giwls need protection. Take it from Mr. Fluffybutt. We are friends!” Friends? The girl perked up. She’d never had a rabbit friend that talked! Maybe they were right. Maybe pull-ups were a good thing. Maybe it would stop the shouting. “Just listen to Mr. Fluffybutt! I am always right!” ooOoo As quickly as she was sitting in her old childhood home, listening to the common sound of her parents arguing, it had vanished. They were gone. Her head jerked up, a chortle sound making its way from her mouth as she looked side to side in shock. She could feel her heart strumming in her chest, vibrating throughout her veins as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. The screen was black, the movie having ended. She looked down, the plastic bottle still in her hand, empty, and she pulled it from her lips. “Wha-what just happened?” Again, Willie stared at her like she’d grown two heads. “We watch movie.” he said as if it were obvious. The others moved about, sleepily and sluggish and the large bowl of sweets from before was completely empty. Her stomach grumbled. “N-no,” she mumbled, shaking her head, attempting to clear the fuzziness. “I was home. I was with my parents - real ones - and I was little again.” “We are wittle, Ewla. Wha’ you talkin’ about?” Willie wouldn’t understand, especially if she mentioned the talking rabbit. The vision was real and while it was blurry, bits and pieces were as clear as day. Except for their words. She’d heard the raising of voices and blocked the rest out, not wanting to see her family falling apart over well… her. But now, she tried to make sense of their cryptic messages. We took her in… too important… before it’s time. Her parents had always been overly protective, sometimes annoyingly so, but she’d assumed it was because of the risk of Giants. Things like going to the cinema without the two of them or sleeping overnight at her friends house, had always been forbidden, even at the age sixteen years old. “Did someone enjoy the movie?” The Amazon appeared in front of them, standing over their tiny bodies and pulling them to their feet. Immediately upon standing, her legs began to wobble, the world spinning around and around. That is until it stopped and she realized, she was on the ground again with her legs splayed out in front of her. She’d fallen over. The Little tries to stand again but lets out a strangled gasp. A searing pain strikes in the center of her forehead and seeps into her eyes. She squeezes her eyes shut as it pounds, bu-bump,bu-bump, bu-bump. Lights flash, quick and changing sporadic images that don't make much sense. That is, until the rabbit appears- “Uh-oh, does Ella need help standing?” She’s yanked from her thoughts, suddenly everything is normal. The pain has faded. Her chest heaves up and down, head turning every which way trying to make sense of what has just happened. “Th-the rabbit.” She says breathless. “I-it was here! Mr. Fluffybutt!” She points, gesturing over the Amazon’s shoulder by the door. Miss Lemon turns, staring at the empty space. “I think someone has a very active imagination! Do you see Mr. Fluffybutt, Willie?” “No!” He giggles, drool dribbling down his chin. “Vers none!” “But there is!” She whines. “He was here! He was right there!” Nobody believed her. Frustrated, unshed tears burned in her eyes that she wasn’t being taken seriously. “It’s alright, sweetie, shhh, just take your paci.” The rubber bulb is shoved between her lips and the familiar soapy taste fills her mouth once more. OoOoo “I’d eat that all, if I were you. You want to be a strong girl, don’t you?” Mr. Fluffybutt. The rubber fork wobbles in her hand as he appears again. The fuzzy white rabbit with gleaming large black eyes and a tiny button nose is sitting right across from her, beside Annie at the circular table. Stabbing a piece of boiled broccoli the texture of mush, she can’t swallow. “Ella?” Annie waves her hand in front of her face. “You there?” “Y-yeah.” She blinks, still staring at the spot beside her. “What are you looking at?” “Nothing.” “Hey! I’m right here!” Dani blinks several times, trying to clear her mind. Surly, she was imagining things now. “Are you ok?” Concern laces the redhead’s face. ”I’m fine.” “You don’t look fine. That’s why you need to eat all your veggies to be a healthy little girl!” “Stop it!” “Ella!” “My name is Dani!” Dani snaps, glaring at the rabbit apparently no one else could see and turns back to Annie. The Little pauses, seeing her shocked face and Dani realizes what she has done. “Keep it down will you?!” Annie hisses, glancing at the several Amazon’s patrolling the room. “We don’t want to attract their attention.” “That was very rude, Dani. Good girls don’t raise their voices. Take it from Mr. Fluffybutt!” She closes her eyes, messaging her temples as if that would make the situation any better. “D-do you ever see things?” She asks hesitantly. Annie frowns. “What are you talking about?” “Ever since the movie, He has been following me around. He is here right now! Next to you ! He’s even in my childhood memories, a-and - ” “Who Ell - Dani?” Annie grabs her hand, stopping her spiral of words. “Who are you talking about?” “Mr Fluffybutt!” She bursts. “That’s my name!” “Shut up!” “Dani!” Dani grips her head, fingers tangled in her hair as she tries to force him from her mind. “Why are you here? Why can’t no one else see you?” She pleads with the life - sized animal. “Because I am a part of your imagination. Only we can see each other. I am here to help you be the best little you can be!” “What is going on here?” She’s jerked around, a large hand cups her shoulder. Her eyes are wide, chest heaving up and down. Oh shit. Annie looks away, quickly shoveling more bland food into her mouth. “M-Miss Lemon.” She quirks a brow, hands on her hip and looks down at her the way her mother would whenever she would misbehave. “Causing a fuss, not eating your food and what is this I hear about seeing things?” “I… uhm…” How did she explain this without sounding absolutely insane. Her bottom lip slips between her teeth, staring down at her shiny Mary Janes. The room was silent and the eating stopped as everyone observed her outburst. “Hmmm, maybe you're sick? I think it’s time to take a visit to the doctor.” Dani can’t even argue against it. A part of her wonders if she is sick, hallucinating a talking rabbit intent on making her life hell… OoOoo Author’s Note: Hey all! Here’s another chapter! Thank you all for reading and your reviews, I really appreciate them! I love seeing what you all have to say so please REVIEW!

Chapter 4: Dani could see all the girls were wearing the same outfits and the boys had on blue shirts with bow ties around their necks and sailor shorts. She fidgeted at the edge of her seat, watching as the Amazons exited the room and they were left on their own for the first time with Mrs. Demonio. “Ewwa, you bein’ jumpy.” Willie whispered to her as the teacher collected a pile of papers at the desk. “Do you haf to potty? Mrs. Demonio and Miss Wemon won’t be mad. We wittle so it ok. Dat’s what Miss Wemon says a wot.” “N-No,” she quickly whispers back, not wanting him to get the wrong idea about her. “It’s just first day jitters.” The girl on the other side of her snorted softly but loud enough that it caused Dani to raise her head. Willie spoke up again and pointing across the room at the door she followed his direction. “Jus’ ask teachews for potty if you need to go cus if we have acciwent tha’ mean twouble,” his brows puckered together and lips pursed, a look of worry entering his eyes as his bottom lip slipped between his teeth. The other girl at the table shook her head, rolling her eyes in response. It was good to know that someone here was sane and Dani let out a sigh of relief. The Little nods but really isn’t that concerned. She wouldn’t have to worry about accidents because like before, it only happened when she drank an Amazon’s milk and she’d be sure to stay away from that. But some things were easier said than done… The teacher seems to be almost finished preparing at the front of the room when suddenly the girl across from her speaks up. She says in a whispered breath, “You don’t want to get the attention of the Evil Witch - that’s what we call Demonio. Keep your head down and play along. Trust me when I say -” Before another word could be spoken, a loud voice cut through the thick air. Trust me when I say what?!? Dani desperately needs to know but it is too late. “Attention, everyone!” Her head whipped up and the few chatter of voices died down. Mrs. Demonio stood at the front of the room with a long pointer stick. There was a pause, her catlike eyes scanned the room of anxious faces. “Before we start class it appears we have a few new faces. That is why I feel it important to remind you that just because you are in Kindergarten, it does not mean you are safe. This is etiquette school and all of you children have proven too immature to be grown ups. Your Mommies and Daddies have entrusted that we sort out your silly behavior -” she rolls her eyes “pretending to be bigger than you actually are because as time has proven again and again, adulthood is not meant for everyone.” Her head hung low, suddenly more interested in the tiled ground. Like the others, the heat quickly rose to her cheeks, stomach aching in shame. She could only imagine how her friends would react if they could see her now. “One misstep and you won’t like the consequence. Am I clear?” Quiet and tentative voices litter throughout the room of confirmations, everyone too aware of the repercussions of annoying an Amazon. ”Very good,” she hummed. “Now shall we begin? Today we are learning math.” If Dani was confused before, now she was even more. “Who would like to be the class helper for today?” Nobody responds and like prey, the Littles cower in their seats. No one is willing to meet the woman’s gaze as she glides around the room, waiting to attack the first person who meets her gaze. There was no question as to who the top dog was around here. Dani didn’t know what would happen but she would soon find out. OoOoo A squeak is heard across the room as one girl makes that very mistake. Mrs. Demonio has come to a stop behind a small redhead woman. Ever so slowly she looks up. Her big blue eyes widen and her head tilts back to see the Amazon woman’s stern face. “It seems we’ve found our little helper. If you will, Pippa?” she smiles the best she can which looks more like a sneer on her nasty lips. The girl - Pippa - having no choice but to comply, stands up on shaky legs and makes her way to the front of the room. Her chin is securely tucked into her chest and hands are anxiously twisting in circles. “Today we are learning addition and subtraction. Can anyone tell me what addition is?” It’s silent for a moment, no one wants to be the one to speak out but they don’t have a choice. “Annie.” she orders. Everyone turns to stare at their table and Dani realizes the girl sitting with her is Annie. She gulps and Dani swears she sees a bead of sweat dribble down her forehead. In a trembling voice, she responds, “A-addition is when you want to make numbers bigger, so you put them together.” “Such a smart girl!” Her voice drips condescendingly . “Now can you explain subtraction?” “Subtraction is when you want to make numbers smaller so you take them away.” The tension radiated throughout Annie’s body, muscles clenched tight together and when Dani thought the humiliation was over it only got worse. “Very good. That means if we’re going to practice numbers we need more than one helper. Visualization is best for learning and I think, Little Miss Ella would be an absolutely perfect second helper.” Oh god. Dani’s heart is beating and her stomach does a tumble. She’s frozen in her seat, all the attention focused on her. Annie kicks her under the table, prompting her into action and she makes her way up to the front of the room. The other girl Pippa can only give her a look saying, you’re in for it. Whatever that was supposed to mean, Dani really didn’t want to know. “To start simple, as Miss Annie said, we need two numbers to make a bigger number. Let’s practice: one plus one. If we have one little girl plus one little girl, what does that make?” “Two little girls,” voices drone around the class. Dani and Pippa clam up at her hands suddenly gripping onto the back of their necks. “That is correct. Now, the same thing goes for subtraction. If we have two little girls wearing undies and remove one, what number do we have now?” The two of them don’t have any time to react. The Aide is helping now, holding onto a struggling Dani as tears well up in her eyes (not that they care the slightest). Dani can barely contain her shock as her dress is lifted up above her waist in front of the class and underwear is yanked down to her ankles. She’s naked from the waist down, shivering as a cold breeze hits her nether regions but no one bats an eye. Pippa, as everyone else, acts as if they are used to this humiliation (which they are) and can only follow along. “If we have two little girls wearing undies and remove one, what number do we have now?” “One!” Says everyone. “Now, if we’re to remove a second pair of undies?” “Zero!” They do the same to Pippa who trembles in embarrassment but doesn’t try to hide her naked state, knowing it was pointless. There was no such thing as modesty for Littles. “You all are doing very good. I am very impressed. Now, we are going to move onto something a little easier. Counting.” Dani could only pray for a reprieve from the torture but luck was not on their side today. How bad could learning to count really be? “There are many numbers, big numbers and small numbers but you all will never need to know many. However, it is still important to know how to count, especially when you’ve been naughty and your mommy’s and daddy’s need to spank your little bottoms.” Of course it was bad. Dani takes back everything she thought before. Letting out a squeal, the two of them are spun around. The Aide and the Witch have sat down in chairs yanking the flailing Littles over their laps with ease. “When you count, each number gets bigger and bigger. That means starting with zero we will go up to ten spanks and it is important we all count together.” OoOoo For fucks sake. Whatever class this was… it had nothing to do with math! Dani remembers her parents saying back in the day how corporal punishment was normal in classrooms but over the years the new trends favored technology so she had very little experience with it and it was a shock to her system. Every spanking she has received in the last day or two is a shock and she’ll be lucky if her ass isn’t permanently bruised. The material of the underwear is rough on her sore bottom and she winces with every movement. She wants to get the fuck out of here. “Don’t be embarrassed,” Annie whispers as she is finally able to go back to her seat. “it’s happened to everyone. That’s what the Witch does and she likes to pick on the new people. Tomorrow it will be someone different.” Was that supposed to make her feel any better? She hangs her head in shame, unable to look at anyone around her. The rest of the lesson is ignored and the attention is diverted away from her and for the time being she is allowed to disappear into the back. What was only thirty minutes felt like hours. The bell rings before she knows it and the Caretakers arrive precisely on time. “Miss Wemon!” Willie exclaims, appearing genuinely happy to see the Amazon. He’s attacking her legs at once with a hug and she giggles leaning down and patting his curly head. Dani can’t help but admit she’s happy to see Miss Lemon as well, anxious to get away from the Evil Witch. Her thumb enters her mouth, unaware as a whine sounds from her lips. “Now what has Miss Ella looking so sad?” She can’t respond out of the fear she’ll burst into tears because the heavy feeling sitting in her chest is too much. Willie speaks for her. “Ewwa go-got to be cwass hewper today! W-we wearn numbewrs and count how many spankies Ewwa get!” The man’s ability to talk in an inside voice is obsolete causing several others nearby to look over at the news, unsurprised. “Oh my, I can’t imagine how fun it is getting to be such a big helper!” FUN?!? The girl is fuming. Absolutely raging. Dani had made a deal that she’d be a big girl but right now, that deal was about to go out the window. She was once told that she had to learn to control her anger and she’d never really thought it was a problem. Until now. But in this moment, she didn’t give a fuck. “I HATE IT HERE! IWANT TO GO HOME! THIS IS ABUSE AND THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF FUN! FUCK YOU!” The words tear from her throat in a piercing screech. The room goes silent. She stands from the chair and throws herself to the ground in the most juvenile tantrum one could imagine. Dani hadn’t even lasted an hour. Willie is crying now as are several others at her outburst and the woman who was seemingly a ball of sunshine, face darkened so quickly, Dani wasn’t sure they were even the same person. Finger nails pierce her arm as she’s dragged from the room and down the hall. They come back to the dormitories and what Dani is expecting to be another spanking, is not. However, she’d almost prefer it. They go through a door she had not noticed before and enter a bathroom. There’s two plastic toilets without any doors, a bathtub and large sink that she could fully lie down in if needed too. Standing in front of the little-sized mirror, she sees her reflection for the first time. Her eyes are blood shot, strands of hair stick to her puffy crimson face and snot runs from her nose mixed in with hot tears. If they thought she was a big girl before, surely they didn’t now. “Your mommy said that you needed an attitude adjustment but I didn’t think it would be this bad. Surely I thought that if you were as big of a girl as you claimed, you wouldn’t throw a tantrum. It seems I was wrong.” Her voice is light and airy, brushing the strands away from her eyes with delicate hands. It sends a shiver down her spine at how calm she is and she hums a lullaby beneath her breath. These Amazons had no problem about anything they did as long as they got their way and Dani knew she was in for it. Looking around now, Willie had disappeared somewhere in the chaos but Miss Lemon didn’t seem concerned. The Adamson guy from before probably had him. “This is your first strike. Because you like to use naughty language, it is your mouth that will be punished.” Dani is careful not to get her hopes up because although she’s saved her ass from another beating, nothing was as good as it ever seemed and she did not want to know what the woman had planned. For once, she keeps her mouth shut. Watching as she grabs a pink pacifier from the cabinet, her shoulders drop in relief. Really? A pacifier? This was nothing. She almost rolls her eyes. How bad could this actually be - oh wait - forget that thought. Yanking her head back, the object is stuffed between her lips and quickly she realizes what it is. The bulb inflates, pressing down on her tongue and her jaw aches. An inflatable pacifier. God, she hated these things. And that wasn’t all. “AGHHHHH!” She squeals as a sudden taste fills her mouth leaking out from the bulb. The bitter taste of soap fills her mouth and the only thing she can do is swallow but it just keeps on coming. New tears blur over her eyes as the putrid taste is too much and is forced to breathe through her nose. “Oh, is the little girl crying?” She pouts. “We need some way to cleanse that dirty mouth of yours! It was either that or the freezing of your vocal cords and your mommy said she wanted no permanent damage so this was the second best option.” The words go in one ear and out the other, hardly making sense as she tries to get the taste out of her mouth but it is pointless. There is no spitting it out or stopping the stream but still, if Dani is anything it is stubborn. “There’s enough soap to keep on coming for at least four hours,” Dani’s eyes widen, “and after we can just refill the bulb. However, if you want it to stop we can come to a compromise… but that depends on you.” Dani didn’t believe in compromises, especially coming from Amazons but still, she was curious, staring up at the woman with weary eyes. “You just have to apologize to the class for your behavior. That’s it. Tell them how you were a naughty little girl and accept every punishment coming. That’s all you need to do.” That’s all? She almost laughs. Apologizing when she’s done nothing wrong but stand up for her basic human rights? Yeah that’s not happening! Let them throw everything at her. She can handle it. OoOoo Perhaps having her vocal cords frozen would have been the better option. The tears haven’t stopped coming and a permanent disgusted look is plastered on her face. This couldn’t be healthy, could it? Oh, this was worse than a spanking. Physical pain would eventually fade but never would she be able to get this taste out of her mouth. It was lasting and the possible health complications… BLAH! Miss Lemon leads her to the next class, dragging her by the hand and she shuffles her feet in miserableness. Was it the aftermath of the public tantrum or obvious display of punishment that had her absolutely embarrassed to enter the room? Perhaps it was both. They come to a stop suddenly, entering after a knock on the door. Class started ten minutes ago and everyone looked up in surprise at the newcomers. Everyone is gathered at the colorful rug standing in a line against the wall. There is less people than before, only six other Littles. “Welcome!” The Amazon at the front of the room exclaims with a big smile. Dressed in a flowery knit cardigan and jeans. Just shy of eight feet, she’s Asian with a hint of an accent, probably from one of the eastern islands. “I see this is our missing little one. I take it she’s been sorted?” The Amazon talks over her head, as if she doesn’t understand a word she says. “Oh yes, she won’t be acting out again. Trust me on that.” With a pat to her head and bottom, firmly she’s pushed forward toward the new Amazon. “Take Miss Yang’s hand, darling. We’ve already wasted enough time.” She has no choice but to comply and Miss Lemon exits the room, leaving Dani to the wolves. “C’mon sweetheart. You can stand next to Willie.” Oh yippee. She scowls, placed next to the too happy man-child and wonders what the heck they are doing lined up against the wall like they’re targets in a firing range. “Vis is We-Potty Twaining Cwass 101.” Willie whispers helpfully for once. “We wearn how to be ve best wittle!” The best Little? It sounds like brainwashing! “Now that we are all here, we can finally begin! First thing first is inspection.” Dani was very obviously confused. There was no time to explain what ‘Inspection’ was and its dire consequences if one were to fail. The Littles remained silent with their backs straight, heads down and legs spread apart. Disobedience was not to be tolerated. That was paramount. Clueless, Dani followed the others, watching all their movements. A new hush had grown over the room as the woman walked in front of them. Tap. Tap. Tap. Everyone knew Miss Yang by the clickity clack of her ruby stilettos. Staring down at the carpeted floor, there stood her feet, painfully shoved into those heels she loved. “Good afternoon children.” Her voice was warm as honey and too many had fallen for that. People got too comfortable forgetting the rules and who these Amazons truly were. “Good afternoon, Miss Yang!” Their voices rang out as a choir, sweet and dainty. The Amazon woman was two years younger than her but never would Dani be seen as the older one. Oh, that was one of the biggest insults known to Amazon! “How adorable you all look in your little outfits, nice and comfy. You could never be mistaken for a grown up!” “Thank you, Miss Yang!” they all respond glumly. Dani grumbles out the words in a muffled sound behind the pacifier. Looking around, there wasn’t a heart in the room that wasn’t hammering against their chest. One thing goes wrong and apparently they are doomed. “Now kids, you may have noticed we have a new guest.” The new girl freezes, eyes wide on the ground. Don’t do anything stupid. Don’t do anything stupid- “Dear?” she cooes. “Why don’t you introduce yourself to the group assuming not everyone knows your name.” “Uhm,” she gulps. “I, uhm-” “Honey, now is not the time for games.” Dani, sensing the growing unease, steps forward. “M-my namhishDan-Ewwa.” She begrudgingly says her new name. “Look up dear, I don’t bite!” Her giggle sounds throughout the room. Oh, I’d beg to differ! “Itsum,ismyfiwsday.” “Oh isn’t that lovely!” she exclaims as if it were the most interesting thing. “It’s always nice to have a new face, isn’t it children?” “Yes, Miss Yang.” “Well Ella, you are very welcome here and to our family.” Dani can feel her face burning and she steps back beside the others with trembling hands clenched into fists. She can feel the pity from the others and Dani is used to this treatment, the talking down and overattentivness. It wasn’t a huge deal as long as you remained polite, humble and adorable. Don’t go acting like you're better than them, that was a big no-no and something she was still working on. “Now, shall we move on, kids?” Their voices litter throughout the room in response, the atmosphere shifting suddenly as there was cause for concern. “It’s in your nature not to be able to control yourselves and attempting to potty train is a perfectly admanable goal. But for many, it is just not possible. If you need to to mess or wet yourself there will be no judgment,” her voice cut through the thick silence. “However, if you want to be a big kid, I can’t be chasing after your mushy tushies.” The situation was finally dawning on her. Accident inspections. They don’t expect them to actually be able to hold their bladders forever and Miss Yang could decide she doesn’t like one of them and falsely claim an accident and send them away, or perhaps someone may have spilt something accidentally that looks like they wet themselves or- “Alyssa, you first dear.” Pulled from her thoughts, she watches as a nearly six foot girl steps forward, nibbling on her bottom lip. Her frizzy hair has been tamed back into two braids, pink bows at the end and if she were just a foot shorter, she’d make the absolute perfect little. Legs spread apart, back straight and head up looking straight ahead at the wall, she doesn’t flinch as Mrs. Yang circles her like prey, cupping the front of the padding with a firm squeeze. “Dry to the bone,” Miss Yang hummed. Sticking two fingers inside through the waistband, the girl jerks at the touch, knowing exactly where the woman’s fingers lingered. Now circling behind, Alyssa didn’t need to be asked. Bending down, her legs were straight with her fingers touching her toes. Her slightly padded bottom raised in the air, firmly patted down and checked by the Amazon, peeking inside the back with a satisfied sniff as if it wouldn’t be absolutely obvious at first glance. “Very good, darling.” Alyssa stood straight with a flushed face. Gaze down as she responded, “Thank you Miss Yang.” It was the same for the next person and the next, smiling through the awkwardness of the thorough inspection grateful when the searching eyes left their body. Now at the call of the next name, a man steps forward. The Amazon was swift checking all the nooks and crannies sticking her fingers in places where they didn’t belong. The man squirms uncomfortably and it’s almost done when suddenly, he freezes and a look of horror crosses over his face. “Is something wrong Georgie?” Miss Yang asks ever so innocently. It’s obvious what is happening and Dani can’t help but feel for the man. It’s not even a moment later and a large wet stain forms on the front of his shorts dribbling down his legs into a puddle at his feet. Cries break out throughout the room and not the sound of what should be coming from a grown adult. “Oh, it seems someone has had an accident! Did Georgie drink too much juice at breakfast?” Everyone’s worst fears were on display and it was not a pleasant sight. “It would seem, everyone, that this is strike three for Little Georgie. He’s proven that maybe he is not ready for Kindergarten. Pre-school might be a better option for him.” She pouts, feigning sadness that was too obvious. “Miss Cherie, if you will?” Noticing for the first time the second Amazon in the room, the man is carried from the room screaming and Dani knows he will not be seen again. The Amazon stops in front of her now and she gulps, slowly lifting her head. Knowing what is about to happen, Dani allows her mind to float away, distancing herself from the inevitable. OoOoo Author’s Note: Hey everybody, I’m back!! Thank you all for patiently waiting! I’ve been on holiday for the last month and finally am home so I’ll have much more time to write now! Thank you to all who have liked and reviewed this story, I really appreciate and love to hear what you all think so please REVIEW! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and I promise another is coming soon!

Chapter 4 She didn’t have time to further question what he meant because the Amazon’s were upon them. It shocked her how in just a moment he could go from a functioning adult to a sniveling little baby. Tears leaked from the corner of his eyes, arms raised and legs spread by the swell of the padding. “Mommy!” He wailed instantly and they appeared behind them. “Oh did someone make a stinky?” Alisha exclaimed in feigned surprise. Isn’t it obvious? If not from the oder than definitely from the brown lump hanging between his legs. But who was Dani to judge, she’d been in that position a few too many times to count. “Maybe, it was Dani!” Seriously, they were playing that game. She almost scowled, catching herself last minute as the back of the elastic strap was pulled back revealing only a dampness, she was very proud to admit. But Little Johnny Boy was not so lucky. It was messy and it was stinky yet the Amazon made no move to change him. “Little Johnny Boy just loves making Mommy presents and showing off what a super pooper he is, doesn't he?” Dani didn’t think his face could get anymore red. It was one thing for their own caretaker to humiliate them but a complete stranger? “Oh, your niece’s turn will come soon. That padding can't stay dry forever. Sometimes all they need is a sound spanking to prompt them into action.” Thanks for the reminder. Dani was finding it increasingly hard to keep a cool head as every nerve in her body vibrated in frustration. Little Johnny Boy shot her a warning glance, begging her to just keep her head down and mouth shut. But Dani had never had much control over her temper. Her anger was not only for her own injustices but his as well, unable to watch as the Amazon’s hand pressed firmly into his backside as he wiggled around in discomfort at the shifting mess down below. ”Oh, don’t tell me twice! I’m a firm believer in corporal punishment. These children need a firm hand to get all the naughtiness out of their bodies.” They were lifted from the sandbox and brought over to the picnic table where jars of baby food sat that looked like throw up. “Let me demonstrate. I’m a daycare teacher, I have plenty of experience with stubborn Littles who just need a little tough love.” What? Her head shoots up, both Littles staring at each other with wide eyes - one pair pleading to behave and the other on her last straw. Of course Veronica doesn’t hesitate to pass her over and Dani can’t hold it in any longer. A screech sounds from her chest. “NO!” Other’s even across the park stop at the sound, looking on in approval at the manhandling of the Little. “I am an adult and I have rights! This is abuse!” She swung her hands until they were quickly captured in a rock iron grip. Dani knew she had nothing to lose given the absolute murderous glare of her aunt so she did the only thing she knew how. She bit down into the arm of the dark skinned Amazon. Teeth cutting through the skin, it was less than a second before she was ripped away and her dress yanked off, clad in just a diaper that was soon to disappear. She flailed her limbs, putting up as much fight as she could before the Little was laid out on her stomach, arms restrained behind her back. The diaper came off and she heard the slap before she felt it, and a moment later the stinging pain setting in. “You will count every spank and say after ‘I am a little baby. I love my diapers’ -“ “No way in hell!” Another landed down on her backside, tears springing in her eyes. “I’m sorry!” She gave in blubbering through the tears. “Now, shall we start over.” Dani braced herself for the pain, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop it. Fourteen slaps later, her voice croaked, unable to say anymore than a whisper as her body was overcome with exhaustion. “Fffifteen! Imalittlebaby! Ilovemydiapers!” She jerked at the next hit. One to each cheek and back of her thighs. Dani doesn’t know what it was about the Amazon that made her hand so much more forceful but it left the girl a quivering mess. Time seemed to slow with each slap and when she prepared for another, it didn’t come. The Little held her breathe, waiting in dreaded anticipation before realising it was over. She closed her eyes, mortified tears pouring down her face feeling the eyes of passersby’s and her nude state. “Do you have anything to say, Dani?” She was turned over firmly placed on her abused bottom. A shudder went through her body, wanting a reprieve from the pain. Veronica stood beside the other Amazon, the corner of her mouth twitching up into a smirk with an evil look in her eyes. Her head hung low. “I-I’m sorry.” “What are you sorry for?” “Being naughty.” She sniffled, feeling as little as she looked. How much worse could this get? Abby wouldn’t have let this happen. A complete stranger abusing her! She craved the Amazon as much as she hated her. “Now, shall we take out the swaddler?” What! Her lip jutted out, pleading to Veronica to step in and stop this madness but Veronica only nodded, the look hardening in her eyes. “Given her size, she’s just a newborn. She is far too little to have this much independance. It’s too easy for her to get hurt in this big world. ” “Oh, we’ll definitely be buying one. I’ve told my sister numerous times. She’s smaller than the average Little, it’s just not safe, especially with her dirty mouth and fidgety body.” She had no fight left in her body as a seemingly normal baby blue blanket was pulled from the bag. Roughly diapered with no soothing cream, she didn’t bother to hide her crying. Quickly her body was entrapped in the blanket, unable to move anything but her head. It was too warm. Too tight. A whine escaped her lips and they talked above her, as if she wasn’t even present. “I think it’s someone’s nap time,” Veronica said. “It’s been a tiring afternoon.” Cradled in her arms and silenced by an inflated pacifier gag. The Amazons exchanged numbers, promising to set up a play date soon and if Abby needed any further assistance to contact her right away. As they left the park, her eyes trailed after Little Johnny Boy and he stared back with sad eyes, telling her how big she had fucked up. The minutes seemed to crawl by in the car as Dani remained stubbornly silent refusing to suckle on the degrading object between her lips and her diaper was flooded before she even realized. One and two. She gagged at the smell. Veronica pretended it was a normal day. She turned up the annoying baby music that screeched through the car, ignoring the tantrum coming from the back seat. Finally, as they got home and through the door, Abby was sitting on the couch. Reading a book and nursing a glass of red wine, she shot up at the sight of the two of them. She was at a loss of words seeing the Little’s red and puffy eyes and Veronica with a pleased look on her face, not giving any notice of Dani’s whimpers. “What happened?” ”The usual.” Veronica shrugged. “This is what proper discipline looks like for naughty language and behavior.” “Bu-wha-I-“ Abby sputtered. Dani could do nothing, trapped in this stupid prison of an outfit as she was passed between the sisters. “Put her down for a nap. She’s messed and wet herself on the way back and she’ll stay in her dirty diaper. This is punishment.” It looked like she wanted to argue but at the last minute kept her mouth shut, leaving the room. Placed down in the crib, Dani squirmed no longer ashamed to beg. Abby stood over her with her hands on her hips and she said, “I don’t know what you did but your auntie seems to think that you deserve this punishment. She is nothing if not caring. This is for your own good.” Sobbing herself to sleep, her eyes fluttered shut before she could even realize and drifted into a dreamless state. OoOoo The next day came all too quickly and they were up and out the door before the crack of dawn. Dani’s eyes fluttered open and shut, doing her best to stay awake but the soft tone of the Amazon lulled her back to sleep coupled with the hum of the car’s engine. Six hours to drive. Fuck this. She was going to take a fat nap. What’s the point of crying? It just seemed to make everything worse. Six hours later, her nose wrinkled, waking up to the smell of the fresh salty ocean air. It was bright and sunny and Dani could just see through the window a strip of blue. They were by the ocean. She looked down, noticing the swaddler had been removed. Her hair was separated into two pigtails on the top of her head, dressed in long footed fuzzy pajamas and fresh diaper. A tiny breath escaped her paci-less lips, relieved to have use of her limbs back. “Honey, are you awake?” Unfortunately. She glared ahead, stubbornly silent. Abby sighed. “Fine, don't talk to me. We'll arrive in ten minutes. I’d hoped we could have a civil conversation prior and talk over our grievances but if you can’t act like an adult…" Ouch. Dani winced knowing she touched on her greatest insecurity. But still, she wouldn’t play into this little game and give her what she wanted. This was her protest. It’s silent the rest of the ride. Taking several right turns and a left, they continued straight up a steep incline surrounded by ocean views until they finally slowed to a stop in front of a house - no - a mansion. The building was made of red brick, ivy crawling up the sides surrounded by an old iron wrought fence. The front lawn was perfectly manicured and the rose bush just a little too red for her taste. They’d just arrived but already, everything about this place made her sick. It certainly preceded its reputation. A shiver went down her spine, the dire situation finally settling in. Lifted and more like dragged from the car, Dani frowned at the welcome mat knowing there was absolutly nothing welcome about this place. Her knees quaked, wobbly on her feet as she tried to swallow down her nerves. She watched as Abby was about to ring the doorbell, freezing last moment and turning towards her. Suddenly, she kneeled, face to face with Dani. “I don’t want to do this, you know that.” “Then why don’t you?” Her voice shook. “We can go home! I’ll be a good girl, I promise - ” “No,” Abby said, standing again. She seemed to be having an internal battle, fighting against her emotional heart and logistical mind. “This is the only way.” Before Dani could attempt to plead her case, Abby rang the doorbell and it was less than a second before the tall doors opened. An Inbetweener just under eight feet greeted them at the door. Smiling big, she exclaimed, “welcome to Aequor Etiquette School! How can I help you this afternoon?” “Abigail Brady, how do you do?” She said as they shook hands. “I’m dropping off my daughter, Daniella Brady. We called ahead of time.” “Oh yes, come in come in! We’ve been expecting you!” She was nudged forward, her eyes flickering every way taking in the old architecture and every detail of the house as they stepped over the threshold. Her mouth dropped open at the spiral staircase and crystal chandelier, pausing slightly in awe. The woman went behind a desk, sitting behind the computer as they stood on the other side. “Darling you’re going to catch flies with your mouth open like that.” The lady snickered, prompting her lips to snap shut, cheeks crimson in embarrassment at getting caught. Dani didn’t want to prove these people’s point any further that she was just some dumb little. “Here we are,” said the woman after typing into the computer. “Daniella Brady, age 5 and you’re both from Amazonia. Is that correct?” “Yes.” “Very good. Just a few more things to confirm, if you don’t mind.” Said the woman. “You have checked off that Daniella is an on and off again bedwetter, however, you would like her to be permanently moved to diapers. Is that correct?” “That’s right.” Dani could feel her cheeks blush red in fury, at the complete disregard for her own feelings about this situation and the Amazon tightened her grasp on her little body, knowing a tantrum was inevitable. “Further, you have stated that you would like Daniella to be regressed from preschooler stage down to babyhood. Is that still what you would like to do?” The Little gasped, stilling in her arms as all time came to a slow. Dani waited for the red haze to fall over her eyes. The absolutely mind numbing fiery fury to take over her body and protest the injustice being committed against her but none of that occurred. She remained painfully aware, stuck in the moment, forced into this disastrous reality, her body stilled in complete shock. The voices went over her head, intelligible words going in one ear and out the other. Before she knew it, papers were being slid across the desk and she watched as Abby signed her big swooping signature across the forms. There was no comfort given, no soft kisses, goodbye or soft reassurance. Dani realized, in this horrible moment, that she hadn’t meant anything she said earlier. The Little didn’t hate the Amazon. She just wanted things to be the way they used to be and now, she had ruined all chances. A second woman had entered through the back door, dressed in a cherry pink swing dress and silky blonde hair pulled up into a bun at the nape of her neck. “MOMMY!” Tears burst from her eyes but it was too late. The woman came forward, grabbing onto her waist and tearing her from Abby’s body as she kicked and screamed just begging for the Amazon. But her pleas fell on deaf ears as they went back through the door and Abby disappeared from sight. OoOoo Dani doesn’t remember throwing up but here she sat in a bathroom, stripped down to just a diaper. She slumped back against the wall as a warm wet wipe went over her face and chest, cleaning away the mess crusted to her skin. The woman sported a yellowish stain of her own, above her left breast and down her shoulder. Dani bit back the urge to apologize, a formality, all Little’s were so used to saying even when things weren’t their fault. “Silly girl,” the Amazon giggled. “Perhaps it has been a little too much excitement this morning.” The woman was as sunny as a Polly Pocket, paying no mind to the vile smelling vomit on her clothing. She just continued to do her job. Dani thinks her name is Miss Lemon. It would make sense, that is with her annoyingly sunny disposition and hair so blonde it was almost white. “Can I see a smile from little Ella? It’s important for little girls to be happy!” Dani is suddenly pulled from her thoughts. Jerking her head up, incredulously staring at the woman. What did she call her? “What’s with the funny face baby?” She smiles as innocent as can be. “Are you playing games?” Before she can even blink, fingers descend on her armpits attacking her most sensitive spots. Shrieks elicit from her mouth from the tickle attack. She attempts to say, “M-My nnnname is Da-ni!” ”That’s a silly name for a little girl. Ella sounds much better.” Pee begins to dribble out into padding and she squeezes her thighs together as much as she can but Dani can’t stop the flood. The Amazon hums, seemingly pleased with herself. She feigns surprise then, cupping the front of her swollen diaper. “Oh my! Did someone have an accident?” Tears burn in her eyes, helpless to her prodding hands. “There’s no need for tears, Ella. It’s normal for Littles to wet themselves. That’s why you're wearing a diaper and sitting on a changing table.” Oh yes, please feel free to point out the obvious… “Please!” She begs as her face turns a dark shade of crimson and button nose wrinkles up. “I don’t need diapers! I’ve only started wearing them recently. You can ask Ab- Mommy - she’ll tell you!” The woman steps back with her hands on her hips and head cocked to the side, seemingly deep in thought. Her brows furrowed together and she sighs. “Please help me, Ella. I seem to be a bit confused. Why are you wearing diapers if you don’t need them in the first place?” “I…” her voice trails off. Having been prepared to argue her defense, there is nothing she can say. There is no chance in redeeming her image. Dani is speechless. A pregnant pause later, the lady sighs. “I’ll tell you what. Prove to me you can be a big girl. No accidents, no whining, no talking back. If you can make it through this first week, we will reevaluate.” Her eyes grew wider with every word, unbelieving that the Amazon would even consider her feelings. Dani nods her head eagerly, knowing this would be a piece of cake. She was smarter than these Amazons gave her credit for and Dani couldn’t wait to see their faces at the end of the week when they realized how they’d underestimated her! “Deal.” They shook on it, her hand engulfed in Miss Lemon’s giant one and Dani couldn’t help but feel a little hopeful that perhaps this place was survivable. Now, carried down the hall, the only way to describe this place was like her elementary school. The interior was made of old brick with messy arts and crafts that lined the wall and after passing by different classrooms. Coming to the very end of the hall, they enter through a new pair of oak doors. Once inside, Dani is unable to suppress the giddiness rising in her chest. There were ten beds with short guard rails on the side pushed against the two walls. She paused at the sight. Actual beds. Not the stuffy cage-like crib she’d been forced into the past several years. Her bed was the furthest on the right, pressed into the corner of the wall below a large window, allowing a stream of light into the room. This was more than she could even ask for and the elation continued, embarrassingly so, as a pair of Hello Kitty training underpants were put on her bottom. Obviously, they wouldn’t give her too many freedoms and being dressed by these Giants was a fight she knew wasn’t worth fighting. The underwear felt… normal except for the little bit of extra padding and she smiled at the feel of her thighs actually closing together undisturbed by the monstrosity of thicker padding. “Arms up.” The Amazon stated. Dani did as she said, raising her arms above her head as a frilly white short sleeved shirt and a pink polka-dot pinafore dress slipped over her head, ending barely below her butt. She pouted, an argument on the tip of her tongue before remembering the rules she had agreed to. Indiscreetly, she yanks at the bottom, attempting to cover herself a little more but her hand is quickly swatted at. “Ah!” She squeals, pulling back and glancing up at the nine-foot woman. “It’s important to have quick and easy access to your stinky little bottoms. How will we know if you had an accident if we can’t see it?” “But I won’t-“ “Tsk tsk,” Miss Lemon chided. “Is that talking back, I hear?” Oh shit. Her lips snapped shut together. “You, just as everyone else, has three strikes. Break all three and we’ll have to reevaluate what being a big girl means. Do you understand?” She had kneeled in front of the place faced girl, chin in hand forcing Dani to look straight ahead. “Y-Yes Miss Lemon.” “Very good,” she patted her head before rising again. “I will be your caretaker during your time at Aequor. I’m in charge of you and one other boy who will be your buddy to help you get settled in.” A small breath escaped her lips, wondering how brain damaged this other guy would be and Dani knew she would find out shortly. OoOoo It was only the first day. She’d had plenty of first days in her life before so there was no reason to be nervous. But here she was quaking in her Mary Janes, fiddling with the ends of her hair separated into two long braids with pink ribbon. Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth as they approached the first classroom. The bell had just rung and she found herself scooching further behind Miss Lemon’s legs at the sight of curious eyes. All the other Littles were accompanied by an Amazon, one for two, as they were sat at the round circular tables around the room and situated before the start of class. “Now who do we have here?” A woman asked in a deep voice, coming from behind the large desk at the front of the room. The lady was scary. Her eyes were as dark as her raven hair, tied tightly into a bun at the top of her head. Lines seemed to be permanently stuck to her face when she frowned and wore a stiff grey pantsuit contrasting the bright and colorful room. “This here is Ella Brady. She has just joined today.” They didn’t ask her to greet herself, just barely sparing her a glance as the Amazons talked logistics and Dani was just fine with that. She wanted to stay out of this woman’s way. However, luck was not on her side. She turned to her now and said, “You will call me Miss Demonio. That is my name and what I shall be called. I will not tolerate any nicknames. Am I clear?” Her voice was deep. Serious. Dani nodded her head, unable to force the words from her throat. Her belly was full of butterflies. A mean kind that hurt a lot. It hurt like when she had gotten an enema to help her shit or the horrible spanking from just the day before. Looking around the room, it appeared others felt the same. Only a spatter of whispers could be heard among the Amazons and the Little’s were still and quiet. “A seat has been saved beside Willie,” she turned back to Miss Lemon. “Adamson has brought him along with his own while you were away. Please set her up quickly. We will be starting class in five minutes.” Dani could feel the tenseness of Miss Lemon’s muscles beside her and muttering a response back, she was dragged by the hand across the room to a table of two. There is one boy and a girl and they all look up at the arrival of the newcomers. “My my, is this our newest student?” The tall Amazon man named Adamson, exclaims. Her cheeks blush pink as she is helped into the childlike blue chair and in the middle of the tablet there is a red caddy filled with different objects. “This is Ella! Can everybody say hello?” Voices echo around the table in repeat and she gives a tiny wave of her own, unsure what there was to say in this moment. She’d never been around other regressed Little’s like this really. She used to laugh at them, think them stupid at how they’d been caught. Now she was one of them. Beside her to her left sat a boy with a dimpled smile, chocolatey brown skin and big dark curls falling in his eyes. Miss Lemon festered toward him, saying, “and this is Willie. Your buddy. You two will be spending a lot of time together so I expect you to get along.” She searched his face, attempting to find any sign of adultness but the blank gleam behind his eyes left her feeling hopeless. “Hiya! I’m Wiwe and I fouw years old!” He spoke with a lisp and holding up three fingers, seemingly proud of himself Dani had to bite back a snarky response. The guy, seemingly her age, couldn't even seem to count. “Mommy send me hewe so I stop havin’ big boy foughts.” “C-cool.” Dani didn’t know what else to say. “We gonna be best fwends!” Oh joy, she sulked. This was going to be so much fun. Not. ooOoo Author’s Note: Hi all!! I’m in between trips right now so I thought I’d post a new chapter! I meant to do this several days ago but my house lost its WiFi and I can’t access DD without it!! Anyways… I love getting reviews and welcome any constructive feedback! I wont have a chance to write again until the end of May (heading off to Paris today!) so stay tuned, I’ll be back soon!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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