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

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

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

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

Chapter 8: Cookie’s POV Young and naive. Those were her first thoughts when the journalist arrived. Doe-eyed and so confident, it was an all too eerily familiar version of her past self. Eloise Crumble was doomed the moment she made contact with the Hawthornes. They had a way of sinking their claws into a person through their friendly and welcoming disposition. 2018 was supposed to be the summer. Their ultimate dream road trip throughout the midwest, driving all the way down from Seattle. It had been going great, amazing even, until their car slowly sputtered to a stop in Bloomington, Montana. However, it was ok because just five minutes down the road was a white house. It was the kind of place Wren had always dreamed of having. The old country home with the big wrap around porch and a rocking chair to relax in, watching the sun set over the vast field. The Hawthornes had raised no red flags. They were traditional friendly midwesterners, eager to lend a helping hand to two young women with a broken down car. She had fallen for it. Ava had fallen for it. Now, look at where they were. Wren wasn’t stupid. She knew escaping meant the public judgment would be brutal, especially due to their little… bladder problem. The doctor had come and snipped away the one form of adulthood they still possessed. For her sister, always the rebel, it had been worse. With her brain in jumbles, she was beyond saving. Though, sometimes Wren wasn’t sure she wanted to be saved. The one thing that still kept her going was her sister but Ava needed more help than she could give. No doubt they would be separated, her twin placed in an institution to be looked after by professionals. Who would trust the other kidnapped girl? Twenty-six years old and diaper dependent having lived the past how- many- years as an adult baby. Knowing the fate that would befall the woman, Wren couldn’t stay silent. It was a chance for her to get out or at least hope since they couldn’t themselves. But it was no surprise jerking awake to a blaring alarm. The Hawthornes had thought out possibly every plan to prevent escape, the alarm being the newest installment. Beside her, blissfully unaware was her sister, sound asleep. She shoved her shoulder. Nothing. She’d always been a heavy sleeper, not waking up for anyone or anything till she was ready. However, right now, she could hardly breathe with their hot bodies pressed against each other. As could be seen, the crib was not big enough for the two of them but Mrs. Hawthorne insisted that they sleep together for ‘bonding’ purposes. Wren didn’t know how much closer they could get- bathing together, changed together, sleeping together clothed in only diapers through these sweltering months. She’d seen more of her sister than she wished but could do nothing about it. Just like now. Her sister grunted, eyes still shut, ignorant to her sagging diaper pressed against her stomach, now grown in size and warmth. Suckling on the rubber bulb, inflated between her lips, it was a convenient distraction. Practically immune by now, the stench had little to no effect. She’d shit herself hundreds of times in front of her sister, on her sister, beside her. It was just their bodily functions working their magic… of course with a little bit of help. Laxative-filled meals and nightly enemas did the trick perfectly. It was only a matter of time for herself- ahhh finally. The noise. It was over. But what now? ooOoo It was pretty obvious there had been a struggle by the shouting voices and loud crash. It could’ve been hours or minutes for all she knew but it didn’t take long for footsteps to sound up the stairs. Loud and heavy. Mr. Hawthorne. In a way, the man was better than his wife. He mostly just followed along with her delusions, dueling out the physical punishments. Him she could handle. The woman… not so much. “Put her in our room. She’ll stay in the bassinet tonight.” Their voices were close, right outside the door. She stilled, tense as a wire. “I’ll check on the girls. The noise must have disturbed them.” Fuck. Attempting to relax her body, quickly her eyes shut. They’ll know she’s awake. Fuck fuck fuck. This is not good, not good at all. Breathe, Wren. breath… that’s it… good. The door opened before she could react, heart pounding in her chest. Right now, she was not in the mood deal with her erratic behaviors. “What sleepy girls…so good hmm, suckling your pacis.” calm and tired, it was Mrs. Hawthorne’s voice. She stood over them, her warm breath tickling her nose. “Someone’s made a stinky mess,” she muttered, the sound of crinkling padding followed. “Let’s see about Cookie.” Oh no. Frozen in place with her legs spread, a firm hand squeezed the front then moving to the back. Wren had become used to the invasive touches, realizing there was nothing she could do to stop them. She’d learned to deal, allowing her mind to drift to another place far far away. But now? She was too aware. Too present. That never tended to bode well. However, her chest deflated, breathing out through her nose as the hand was removed. “Dry,” she tsked. “That’s ok. Still a few more hours till morning. On another note, you’re going to have a new sister! Our little Honey was supposed to write her cute story but had a change of mind. She’s going to be the smallest of you two, so you’re going to have to be gentle. But don’t worry, mommy and daddy won’t forget our little girls. We can still have playtime. Just you, me and daddy. Honey’s too little for her kitty to be tickled.” she whispered excitedly, unaware one of them was awake. Wren wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or guilty that… Eloise? Honey? Wouldn’t have to endure playtime aka being sexually assaulted. Sexual pleasure was something everyone should be free to experience- willingly and consenting. Of course, some people found pleasure in being denied a release but Wren very much doubted Eloise’s enthusiasm. Though at the same time, who wanted to be fondled by a stranger? identity changed? Forced into diapers and made to shit yourself? Yeah, that’s right. No one. This alternate reality that the Hawthornes had cooked up and became entrenched in was about to get a stark reality check. “Momma’s gotta check on her newest little baby and daddy. We all know how much daddy loves changing you stinkers.” Mrs. Hawthorne sighed, the slightest smile heard. If the room were light, the blush of her cheeks would’ve exposed her straight away. However, Wren remained motionless, a sloppy wet kiss was placed on her cheek. Counting down to one-hundred, after the shut of the door, only then did her eyes open. ooOoo It was bright when she awoke, light streaming through the cotton candy pink curtains. Wren didn’t need a watch to know it was eight am. The schedule was the same everyday: waking up, nap time, bed time, meals, etc. It was a comfort knowing what would come next. Before, being very much a type A personality, Wren thrived on order and structure- something she had to give to the Hawthornes. They were great at it. Half convinced last night had been a dream, it wasn’t until she felt the empty space beside her, she knew it was not. Eloise. Honey. Whatever her name was… had not managed to escape and her sister was missing. Twenty-four-seven. That’s the amount of time they were not apart. From the day they were imprisoned, they’d been together side by side. So this was unusual and highly alarming. Sitting up and pulling herself to her knees, she peered through the tall bars. Previously, Wren hadn’t even been aware adult cribs were a thing. But here she sat in one. On her knees, the railing was at least a foot above her head and standing, she still wouldn’t be able to climb out. Her eyes urgently searched the room for any sign of her sister but realized with a sinking feeling she was gone. Panic took over, any rational thought out the window. Her voice raw, she screeched, “Afa! Afa!” Oh god. Shaking violently, her fists, contained in fingerless mitts pound against the mattress. The bars. Anything she could reach. It had been the two of them. For however long, they’d only had each other. Now? What was she to do? Her chest burned, eyes burned. Her body was on fire, the flame flicking through her veins too fast to cool down. Wren collapsed back, head hitting the bare mattress. Slowly, curled up in a ball, her arms wrapped around her knees. Beginning to rock, she couldn't help the an endless amount of tears that trickled down her face. If Ava was gone, what was the point of even trying? Of surviving? What was there to live for if the one person she stayed for was gone. If the Hawthornes were capable of abduction, certainly they wouldn’t be against committing murder? It’s not like they’d just let her go after all the work they’d gone through to mold them… turn them… into their baby dolls. “Afa…” Ashamed, she takes comfort in the pacifier, vigorously working the object between her lips. Content to just wallow in her grief, there was no time. The door burst open. Oh fuck. Looking up, she stood at the door, brushing invisible lint from her dust-colored pantsuit. Overwrought with emotions, slowly, Wren swallowed; attempting to wash away the bile burning her throat. Her heart skipped a beat as Mrs. Hawthorne walked across the room, her caramel skin glistening like always and hair done up in an elaborate twist of braids. She always looked so put together. So perfect. The hairs on the back of her neck bristled, wanting- no- needing to lash out at something… someone. “It seems Cookie is awake!” her voice dripped with fake sympathy. “Is someone in a grumpy mood this morning?" Wren. Her jaw clenched. Not Cookie. Cookie was a stupid baby name- an imposter who’d taken over her thoughts and feelings. If past memories served her correctly, this was the calm before the storm. Wren knew it would be wise to lay low and shut her mouth. But the fire was not ready to be extinguished. “Afa!” she demanded. “Whewe Afa!” In hindsight, she couldn’t have been acting more like a child. The woman’s lips formed into a thin line, hands on her hips. She shakes her head, almost… disappointed? “Someone’s been having a very active imagination: coming up with silly names for your sister, using outdoor voices inside, talking back to mommy…” her face paled, “perhaps Cookie needs a little reminder about who the grown-ups and little girls are.” Pure Fear. That’s the only thing that coursed through her system, strong enough to overtake all other emotions. She’d dug herself this grave. Now she had to lie in it. “Don’t worry, though.” a bright smile spread across her face. “That is a mommy’s job- to teach their daughters to be good little girls! You don’t know any better, do you?” It was a rhetorical question, one she wasn’t supposed to answer but Wren still found herself shaking her head, wide eyes cast down to her lap. She gasped, noticing for the first time the brownish-yellow stain between her thighs. Shitting and pissing yourself. Really Wren? And she hadn’t even noticed. That was the worst part. “Sugar is downstairs, playing with the newest addition to the family!” What?! Her breathe caught in her chest, mind woozy from the new revelation. She swayed, slightly, unsure whether or not to cry. Ava was alive and breathing and downstairs… and she had freaked out for nothing. Caused a scene and damned herself to a shitload of pain and humiliation. “You have a little sister now!” Mrs. Hawthorne exclaimed as if it was new news. “Let's go meet Honey? We'll show her what happens to naughty girls who misbehave.” ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! Hope you all had a good Easter/ whatever other holidays you all are celebrating!! Apologies for the long wait. I’m home currently and have had a busy schedule and it’s about to get busy again!! I’m trying to update when I can but this story is NOT ABANDONED! I really appreciate everyone who has read and commented, it makes my day to see your thoughts and opinions. If you haven’t commented, please do! I love to hear what you all have to say. I thought of changing it up a bit, showing you Cookie’s (Wren’s) perspective on all of this to give a bit more context! Hope you enjoyed. I promise, I’ll update again just exactly sure when. Stay tuned!!

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Chapter 7: Hi Mr. Reynolds, I apologize for the late email but this is rather an urgent matter. Due to circumstances beyond our control, I am unable to continue reporting on the Hawthorne story. I understand this is not ideal but I will be back in NYC in the next two days and you’ll be fully debriefed. I don’t have a lot of time to write this so apologies I can’t give more info, but this is for the best. That is all I’ve got to say. Best, Eloise She sent the email, praying to God he wouldn’t wring her neck. Glancing around the dark room, her bag was mostly packed and there was nothing else she needed to do. The diaper lay discarded on the ground, finally back in panties. That was her parting gift for the couple. They loved diapers, didn’t they? The corner of her lips twitched. She’d already bought a bus ticket for Hartford, Wyoming which didn’t leave for another hour and a half but that gave her plenty of time to get out. Right? Her car was parked in the driveway and would only take about thirty minutes to get to the bus station. There should be little to no cars at this time of the morning and assuming all went to plan, she’d be on her way to Hartford… wherever the hell that was. At the moment it didn’t matter where she was going, only that she got out of this house. The clock flashed four am and the only sound heard was the whistle of birds waking up to a misty morning. The rest of the house shouldn’t be up for a while. All she’d have to do is walk out the door. At the same time, a feeling of guilt ate away at her stomach for leaving Sugar and Cookie. She’d take them with her if she could but there wasn’t enough time. The Hawthornes would definitely hear her if she tried to sneak into their rooms but Eloise would call the cops once she got safely on the bus and the couple couldn’t reach her. But right now, as selfish as it sounded, she had to focus on herself. How could she help them all if she couldn’t even help herself. Her heart, pounding in her chest (could've woken up the whole house) and floorboards creaked beneath her feet as she softly shut the door. When they woke up, there would be nothing out of place. The door would be closed, assuming she was still asleep and they’d go on with their morning only realizing too late she was gone. The front door was in sight. Just down the stairs. Only a few feet away. Nice and easy, Elle. Careful now. Almost there. Reaching the bottom of the steps, trembling so hard her teeth chattered, she turned the knob to the right and pulled. Fuck. Whatever she expected to happen did not. It wouldn’t open and there was no fucking lock. Who the hell didn’t have a lock on the knob? Someone who had something to hide. She yanked again harder. Nothing. Don’t panic. Her eyes scanned the area, a knot forming in her stomach when finally… she found what she was looking for. A key pad. How the fuck had she missed it before? The code couldn’t be that hard, right? It was just a few numbers. When she was young, Eloise was known as the unluckiest girl around. Her misfortune had evidently carried on into her adult life, leaving her struggling for job after job and no stable income. But perhaps, just this one time, the odds would be in her favor. That is what Effie said in the Hunger Games, isn’t it? ooOoo Needless to say… the odds were not in her favor. ooOoo “Honey, we are so disappointed in you.” Eloise stood at the bottom of the staircase, bag in hand and the echoes from the alarm still blaring in her mind. She hadn’t thought of a plan B, standing frozen at the door like she just got caught for murder. Of course, it wouldn’t be as simple as she thought. Of course, the Hawthornes would have security measures in place to ensure their two little dolls wouldn’t escape. She was a journalist for Christ's sake. How the hell did she not see this coming? She froze, stomach-churning as the husband’s eyes drifted down. “You took off your diaper.” he sighed disappointedly. Stepping forward with his arms crossed over his chest and mouth set into a thin line, stated, “You know the rules…” How could she forget? “We’ve offered you our home. Let you into our lives. And this is how you repay our generosity? By running away at four in the morning?” Eloise opened her mouth, trying to think of some way to diffuse the situation before it completely blew up. But of course, she never could keep her mouth shut. “I saw the image you posted of me and know what you’ve done to Sugar and Cookie. None of this is legal! If you prevent me from leaving, that’s false imprisonment which is a crime.” Maybe they didn’t hear the tremor in her voice or how her legs quaked. Could they hear the blood rushing through her ears? A long time ago, she’d taken a safety class and learned to always comply. Do not aggravate the situation. Make the defendant feel like you are on their side, that they are in control. While that had been her original plan, obviously it’s not how it had ended up. “You signed a contract to stay at least a month. You consented to experiencing and participating in our lifestyle-” “I did not consent to be unknowingly photographed! I did not consent to be abused and witness abuse- and yes, you are abusing those girls! I’ve talked to Ava and Cookie. I know what you people are!” Just for a tiny moment, the woman’s face dropped, eyes widening in surprise. Eloise didn’t waste a moment. Without thinking, her hand shot out toward the expensive-looking vase beside her, swinging it toward them. Cornered at the door, she ran, ignoring the sound of the object breaking into little pieces. With her bag forgotten, she headed toward the back door in the kitchen, leading out to the backyard. She never made it. Already quick behind her, a large strong pair of hands grabbed onto her waist as a scream tore from her throat. Gasping for air as she was knocked to the ground, her eyes blurred over with stars, light floating in her vision. “Did you think you could get away that easily?” a man growled in her ear. Mr. Hawthorne. Leaning on her legs with her hands secured behind her back, his other arm held her neck down. Stuck in place, unable to move even an inch, she struggled against his restraint. “Relax, sweetheart. We can do this the easy or hard way. Your choice.” “Please!” His voice drifted in one ear and out the other. She couldn’t breathe. A warm wet liquid ran between her eyes. Deep red. Sticky. Blood. Her head was bleeding. “Baby, she’s not going to calm down-” Something else was said but she couldn’t make it out. The last thing Eloise saw was a pair of feet shuffling forward, a light pink robe dragging behind. Then the darkness consumed her completely. ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! Apologies this is so short but I wanted to upload something because I probably won't be posting again for a while. Thank you to everyone who reads and comments I really appreciate it. For those who haven't commented, PLEASE DO!! I love hearing what you have to say!!

Chapter 10: Throat raw and eyes puffy, swimming with tears, Luna was starting to realize that throwing a tantrum was going to get her nowhere. Her diaper was filled to the brim, nearly at the point of leaking out and her stomach rumbled from a long hunger. She was not used to being ignored. Perhaps one could call her needy but no one had the right to judge her. No. That would piss her off even more. Her plan to act submissive had perhaps worked too well because now they wouldn’t even change her freakin diaper. Though that is what they wanted, wasn’t it? For her to shit and piss herself until left empty. And at this point she would at the rate they drugged her. How many hours passed, she didn’t know but it was long enough for Nurse Astrid to come for the Wilson girl's morning routine twice but the cleaning lady never arrived. Everything she thought she knew had changed and if Luna struggled with anything… it was things not going her way. She tried to roll over onto her stomach but her body felt like dead weight, unable to move a muscle. A rancid smell hit her nose, liquid leaked up her backside. Oh God. “Haaaaah!” Another attempt for help was made. Her frozen vocal cords could not form the words so she opted for gibberish, hoping they’d get the message. “Puhhhh.” No response. Unexpectedly. a tear leaked from the corner of her eye, the exhaustion becoming too much to bear. She couldn’t stay trapped. She just couldn’t any longer. Never had she been a claustrophobic person but the walls seemed to close in around her leaving her breathless. Perhaps this was how she was going to die. Suffocation. And no one would ever find her body. ooOoo They watched her on the monitor, thrashing about in the crib. Her lower body was useless so her arms swung around and tugged at the ends of her shortened hair. “Her paci fell out. She’s going to wake Willa up with her temper tantrum.” Nurse Lizzie muttered from the older woman’s office, both observing the girl on the monitor. “How much longer shall we stay away?” Lizzie wouldn’t describe herself as concerned but was aware there were rules in place. She did not want to get in trouble for breaking them. Nurse Astrid couldn’t have seemed more indifferent, watching her struggle with a cruel glint in her dark eyes. “Give it another day or so. We can move Willa to private living quarters if her behavior becomes too much of a problem.” Astrid waved it off as if it were no big deal deal, starving and depriving the girl of care. But who was she to speak out? They'd seen how Lulu had cozied up with the cleaning lady (who’d been promptly let go). Her adult mind was still very much present and functioning despite the abnormally good behavior presented. It was all a ruse and who was to say she wouldn’t try to escape again. Willa was the good child. She was the one who deserved all the care and love. It’s not to say that Lulu didn’t but until she learned her place, she would have a very difficult time. “Willa’s due for a feeding.” announced the woman, patting her heavy breasts. “Perhaps use this time to fill out some paper work. Take your mind off the little demon.” Her eyes sparkled, lips quirking up. What a fitting name… ooOoo “Aghhhh!” she moaned in pain, blinking back the tears. Her stomach rumbled with a hunger she had never felt before, desperate for anything at this point. She’d fallen asleep once again only to wake up to the pitch black room. There had been times when she’d gone without food for short periods of time but she was absolutely ravenous this time around. Perhaps it was the constant stream of diarrhea and pissing her pants just about every other hour. She was loosing more liquids than she was taking in and it was really messing with her system. Maybe she was desperate for attention because all she wanted at the moment was one of the damn women to return. She’d take a fucking a bottle for Christ's sake! It was either that or starving to death (ok, maybe she was being a bit dramatic.You get the point). Yanking at her hair, she relished in the temporary pain. She knew it was gruesome but anything to distract herself from the hunger in her belly, she would take. So she continued to pull and yank and grit her teeth together, clumps falling from her head. Blinded by the tears, Luna didn't know how long she sobbed before exhaustion took over her body, but now, the lights had flickered on, signaling the start of a new day. “My my my, what do we have here?” It was Nurse Ratched. Her gaze was as cold as ever before. Ok. She took back everything she’d said before. Death was easy. Life fucking sucked. “Oh, baby,” she reached down into the cage, patting her sore head. Her fingers were stained with a red sticky substance. It looked like a murder scene. “Can you ask Nursie for help? I’m sure you’re a hungry girl.” she cooed with a smile on her face, without a hint of remorse. Blinded by tears, Luna imagined a knife. A sharp pointy one that disappeared deep into her body, taking the life she’d stolen from herself. Perhaps she was a sick person but it was the only joy it brought her. “I’ve got a yummy baba waiting for a certain little girl,” her brow rose. “Is someone a hungry girl? Does Lulu want some yumyums?” A metallic taste entered her mouth as she bit down on her tongue, jaw clenched shut. The desperate girl from the day before was gone. Never was she to show weakness or else she would be eaten alive. The woman waited for a response, smiling even wider when one wasn’t received. “Lulu knows how to ask Nursie for her baba when she wants to stop being a naughty girl.” It was as painful watching her walk away as it was to submit. There never would be a compromise, she was sure of that. ooOoo How hard could it be to roll over? Extremely hard, apparently. Luna all but growled, trying to turn her body to a more comfortable position. The diaper had all but ballooned out to her knees. Her thighs couldn't close let alone touch and the unbearable stench of her own feces caused her eyes to water and was left in the constant state of being about to gag. Perhaps she should’ve just given in. Luna didn’t know much about diaper rashes but was sure she had one by now. How many days had it been now. Two? Three? What was also troubling was that the cleaning lady never returned. Maybe they had caught onto her plan and that’s why she was being punished. Whatever had happened to the woman, she couldn’t bring herself to care because it was every man for themself. Or woman in her case. Trying again, the girl heaved. Twisting and turning as much as she could, it was like running a mile she wasn't prepared for. Luna knew it would be a long recovery, not simple and easy like she had hoped for. While she wanted to blame the workers for her current predicament, her mind couldn’t help but wander back Mary. The girl was ruthless, cruel, and a master manipulator. Luna had no doubt in her mind that she knew exactly what she was doing, sending her to meet that guy. And she’d been naive, tricked by her crocodile tears. But right now she had to figure out how the fuck she was going to turn over. The walls were made of plastic so there were no bars she could grab onto and her waist and legs were all but dead weight. It was going to be a long day. ooOoo “It’s hard to watch them go through this, I know.” commented her boss with a pleased smile. “Sometimes we have to just let them fight and cry it out into exhaustion. You’re doing very good Lizzie, I had my reservations in the beginning. I wasn’t sure that you’d be up for the task.” Hearing validation from your boss would make any person happy and the young woman couldn’t ignore the swell of pride in her chest. But she still felt guilty about how much she worried. The girl was digging herself into an early grave at the right she was messing herself up. Clumps of hair were torn from her head and bloody scars covered her skin. Lulu wasn’t even aware she was scratching herself in her sleep. “Thank you ma’am.” she paused and then asked, “how much longer should this go on though? Look at how she’s mutilated herself.” “You are the nurse assigned to her case. The past few days, you’ve learned a lot in your education. What do you suggest we do?” Lizzie froze, unsure how to respond. Never before had she been given leadership like this. It was an exhilarating feeling. The nurse suggested slowly, “well, we’ve already given her two chances to submit and she’s yet to do so. Nobody’s going to want to adopt her if she continues to harm herself. Perhaps it’s best to remove her hair permanently.” “What else?” the woman now seemed intrigued. “Cut back her nails if not remove them completely.” “And?” “Place her in a swaddle. Studies have shown it helps calm even the most wild, giving them a sense of protection.” “I could not have said it better myself.” nodded the older nurse. “Call up Dr. Reilly and set up an appointment for tomorrow morning. Maybe that'll jerk little Lulu into reality.” ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing I really appreciate it. I love getting reviews, it motives me to write more, so PLEASE DO if you haven’t already. Apologies for this chapter being a bit shorter. I’m traveling home in a few days and won’t have much time to write. I am though, writing short stories on my free time a lot and posting them to my tumbler at: livelovediapers24! 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A/N: Hey all! I just wanted to post this quick little one-shot! It’s currently 5:00 am and I wrote this to procrastinate sleeping. Hope you all enjoy!! ooOoo Poppy Jacobs. His flower. His little girl. She was his favorite of the girls he’d acquired so far. He’d forgotten what it felt like to take care of another. How to be a true Daddy. It was the most precious feeling in the world. He knew he made the right choice when he spotted her one year ago. Parker Montgomery was her name. A young college student who thought she was too smart for the world. But now she was exactly where and who she should be. He smiled, snapping a picture on his phone of his flower, the pointed pink party hat secured around her chubby face. Her warm brown eyes, full of resignation, glanced up at the camera. The fight was fun. It always was in the beginning but there came a point when they realized it was a losing game. Their broken spirit was just as rewarding- the first step in becoming truly his. “Flower, do you like your present?” a warm feeling spread throughout his chest, the smile radiating across his face. His flower was perfect- absolutely stunning. Not like the other Poppy’s who’d wilted and died. “Yeth Dada,” her voice was high, airy, obedient. She knew better than to disobey. The welts on her bottom were testament. “Tell Dada how much you love your birthday present baby!" his voice rose in excitement Tears filled her eyes and a drop slowly dribbled down her flushed pale skin. The chains of the restraints around her ankles and wrists jingled- a sweet reminder of her inability to escape. “Poppy wove her pwesent Dada,” she answered dejectedly, shackled hands in her lap. Submission- the one thing he craved was what he now had. There was a time she would’ve screamed and cried. There was a time she would’ve tried to attack and run. He treated her with meticulous care. Not a strand of her raven hair was out of place, pulled back in two tight ponytails on top of her head. Her skin was as smooth as a baby’s bottom, without a blemish and stomach round and full, due to her daily bottles of expressed breast milk and mashed foods. Now here she sat naked on her princess potty, body slumped down in defeat. Her sodden diaper stained yellow sat at her feet. “Dada knows it’s Poppy's birthday today and you want to be a big girl. If you can show Dada how you can use the big girl potty, maybe we can try pull-ups and potty training.” Her eyes lit up as if she’d just received a puppy. “You have ten minutes to make a tinkle and a poo-poo. When Dada comes back and if the princess potty is empty- bye-bye potty training. Do you understand, flower?” Like a bobble head, she nodded quickly, a new energy rushed through her body. “Words, poppy.” “Yeth, Dada!” ooOoo Today was March 17th. St. Patrick’s Day. Also known as the day of her kidnapping. In her kidnappers mind- her birthday. She only knew him by the name of Daddy, Dada, or Papa. He was careful not to reveal any information about himself. The most she’d found out about him in the past year was that he was a violent and dangerous man. If the illusions to previous captive girls told her anything- they were dead. He referred to them as his Flowers and the others having “wilted and died.” If that wasn’t a symbol for death, she didn’t know what was. After many spankings, soapy mouths, catheters and enemas, she learned there was a breaking point. The twenty one year old- now turned one- was not sure when it happened but it did. Like a file cabinet, her memories of before were stored away at the back of her brain so she could become who she is now. Parker Montgomery: the fit, sociable, Nebraska State College student, majoring in History was a thing of the past. A distant memory fading each day. Nowadays her only goal was making her daddy proud, finishing her bottles and being the best little girl she can be. She did not want to wilt and die. While Poppy knew, she’d possibly never gain her adulthood back, having been rendered incontinent, this was a first step. A baby step. An odd feeling churned in her tummy, seated on the pink plastic seat. It had been so long since she’d been out of her diapers. It’s not that she liked them but she’d become used to them. The soft padding felt like being cocooned in a warm fuzzy blanket. This potty was hard and plastic. It was cold beneath her powdered bottom. Before, if she even looked at the toilet, a severe lashing was applied against her tender skin. Now he wanted her to use it. She didn’t understand. Poppy could hear him in the kitchen, just around the corner. The television played. It was set to the show, Mr. Potty Head. A show for potty- training littles. Her eyes widened, the inflated pink paci bobbing up and down in her mouth. This was a no-no show. Wasn’t good for babies. Babies like her went potty in diapees. She would wait patiently, squishing around in her mess for dada to change her. First there was the front pat to see how wet she was and then the two fingers down the back. She’d lay back, spread her legs, and wait patiently as her dada untapped the padding and ran the warm wipe across her princess parts before powdering and re-diapering her. Sometimes it was double padding, sometimes it was triple. He said it made her more cute, crawling around the house with her diapered bum wiggling in the air as she swayed unsteadily on her hands and knees. Rarely was she clothed because it would make it too difficult for a quick change. She’d grown comfortable naked, learning to ignore her chubby stomach and thick thighs. Now, she was being given a chance to grow up. To prove that she was a big girl- something she’d desperately wanted. Why was she so afraid? All she had to do was push. Her eyes squeezed shut, nose wrinkling as she attempted to loosen her bowels. To let loose a little dribble of pee. C’mon Poppy! Be a big girl- “Flower?” Oh no. Her eyes flashed open, the warm tones of the grey room flooding back. The man with sandy colored hair, tan skin and sharp jaw peered down at her. His eyes, an ocean blue, narrowed. He towered over her, already a foot taller and frowned. The color drained from her face. She whimpered, “Dada!” He sighed, shaking his head and arms crossed over his chest. “It’s been ten minutes, baby.” She got lost in her mind. Again. “Did someone make a present for Dada?” Lying was what naughty girls did but telling the truth could get her spankies… “Baby? I’m waiting for an answer.” His tone was short. Clipped. If he heard the shakiness in her voice, he chose to not to comment. “I…” the words were numb on her tongue. “I no able to go pothy.” Her head bowed, waiting for the stern rebuke. But it never came. “You did your best, Flower.” his voice was unusually soft with a hint of sincerity? No. She couldn’t be hearing that right. Hesitantly, her head lifted up, surprised by the fact he’d squatted down to her height. “It’s ok, Poppy. Dada isn’t mad.” He’s not? She sunk down on the seat, her hand in his. “You’re just a baby. Girls as little as you aren’t ready to use the potty. That’s ok though because we have diapers.” Once again, tears welled up in her eyes and snot ran from her nose. No, please! One more try. One more- Her restrained arms shot out, reaching for him to pick her up. “Dadaaa!” The wail of a baby echoed from her body. Parker no! You’re bigger than this! “Potty scawy!” Stop this nonsense! Do you really wanna spend the rest of your life in a diaper? “I know, baby!” he cooed. “We’ll try again next year on your birthday. How about that, hmm? It seems someone wants to stay my little flower.” Yes. she sighed in relief, suckling on the rubber object. No, Parker, listen to me! Listen— Maybe even next year the restraints will come off. She’s been a good girl. She has, she really has! “Now let’s get you into a clean diaper. I bet that’ll feel good. Won’t it baby?” he asked gently. The man didn’t wait for a response, helping her shift down to the ground were a changing mat was already laid out. “Now Flower,” he began, fiddling with a few other things she couldn’t see. “Dada doesn’t want to do this but I want my favorite princess to have the best birthday.” Oh no. Please god, not this- “I know they are not your favorite people but Mr and Mrs. Bubbles wanted to wish you a happy birthday!” she could hear the smile in his voice, setting up the enema and suppositories. “Afterward you can play in your jolly jumper, how about that?” Well… that did sound pretty fun. Sometimes it was best just to ignore the big girl voices in her mind because that wasn’t who she was anymore. She was just a little baby. His little flower.

Chapter 6: Damn it. How was she going to explain this? A shiver went down her spine as her icy gaze landed on herself. Eloise knew she had to get out of this house because if she was reading into it correctly, Cookie and Sugar- Ava? Were not here willingly. Whatever had happened to them seemed to have left Sugar-Ava messed up in the head. “I’m waiting.” Wracking her brain to come up with a response, suddenly, she was saved. “Wan’ Dada!” Cookie slammed her fists down in her plate of food, making more of a mess. Her lips trembled, eyes suddenly full of tears. This was an Oscar-worthy performance. In another life, the girl could’ve been an actress. “Dada! Wan’ Dada!” Any suspicion the woman held melted away as a satisfied smile crossed her face. “I really can’t leave you two alone, can I” she playfully rolled her eyes. “Daddy’s talking to a nice man at the door. He will be back soon.” “Bu-” “Are you talking back to mommy?” the warning rang clear in her voice. “No, mommy.” “Sowwy, mommy.” Both girls muttered as their heads lowered down. That seemed to be the end of it as she placed the bottles down on the table. One for Sugar, one Cookie, and one for… “I figured you were thirsty,” she waved her hand, not bothering to explain the large bottle. “You didn’t eat all your food. Are you feeling alright, sweetie?” Did she feel alright… was that a fucking joke? She’d just been warned to get away from this crazy place; found out she was being unwillingly drugged; and was forced to wear a freakin diaper, and the lady asks, "Are you feeling alright?" Eloise wondered if the woman was just plain oblivious. However, the journalist knew that Mrs. Hawthorne was anything but stupid. She was a shark, able to smell her fear from a mile away. While Eloise didn’t know the whole story, she knew enough that none of this was probably legal. Enslaving two young women and forcing them to be her dolls? Yeah, that was sure to get her thrown in prison. Her boss was clear that she was not to return before the month’s end. He wanted a full story that would entice readers and most importantly, bring in the money. Knowing him, he’d insist she stay and go undercover. This story wasn’t just about some fetish now but was about two missing girls. A true-crime story. Those never failed to pull people’s interest. But what was the cost? Where was the point where she said enough was enough? How much was she willing to risk… that was the question. “Ellie?” Her head shot up. Fuck, what had she missed? Everyone stared at her, the women’s hands on her hips. “I-I’m sorry.” she gulped. Think, Elle. think. “My… my, my tummy hurts!” was the first thing she blurted. God. I don't have a filter. Her mind had seemed to decide on its own what she was going to do. All she had to do was make it through the night. Play along with their sick fantasy, give them what they want and when daylight broke, she would be gone. “I see you have finally come to your senses and decided to do things our way. Does someone have to go potty?” the woman frowned with an eager voice. She felt disgusted with herself, sinking further down in the chair at the sound of her belittling tone. It was degrading being talked down to but while wearing a freakin diaper? That was downright humiliating. How had she been so stupid before? Her plate of food remained largely untouched except for the small dent. But even with that, she knew she would feel the effects of it later on. Was this how Sugar and Cookie always felt? Half-human? Less than? Even in just this short amount of time, the girl wished the ground would swallow her whole. If it ever got out that she wore a freakin diaper, it would be the end of her world. Her plan was to just tell her boss that the Hawthornes backed out at the last moment. They no longer wanted to do the story and there was nothing left for her in Montana. It was believable enough and yes, he’d be pissed but it was a price she was willing to pay. “Just like Sugar and Cookie,” Mrs. Hawthorne mumbled. “I’ll take you to the potty. After eating it’s always good to sit for a minute. You never know what’s going to come out the other end.” To describe her embarrassment, all one had to do was look at her fiery red face. If she were a cartoon character, steam would’ve been shooting from her ears. “We all get that way sometimes, it’s a very normal feeling.” That did nothing to help. “Just sit tight, dears,” Mrs. Hawthorne spoke to the girls as if they had a choice. “Dada will be back shortly. Continue to eat your peas.” They didn’t need to be told twice. ooOoo “I can’t!” she was adamant as her voice rose in distress. Her fingers had somehow made their way to her mouth, trying to soothe the rising nerves. “You said you had to go potty, Ellie.” The adult pot- toilet! That’s what she had meant. This little plastic seat was not an actual toilet. It was a training potty, toddlers used when learning not to piss their pants. Eloise was fairly certain it had not been here before. Perhaps it was what Mr. Hawthorne had gotten from the delivery person. He was no longer by the front door when they walked up the staircase. She hugged her legs, knees pressed against her chest. Mrs. Hawthorne towered over her with what could only be described as a smug expression. “Do you need help making a tinkle? I know it can be a scary thing.” Her face flushed beet red, mortified at the current situation. If her boss could see her now… the things she did for him. “You know not everyone is meant to use the potty,” the older woman knelt down in front of her. “It’s important to acknowledge when we’re in over our heads.” Eloise wouldn’t exactly call pissing in a toilet “in over her head” as she’d been doing so since she was about three years old. But anyone would have difficulty doing so in front of a stranger and being talked down to as if she didn’t even know her ABCs. If this was what those girls endured everyday, Eloise wondered how they were both sane (well as much as they could be). “I know!” the woman gasped. “Why don’t we sing the potty song! Maybe that’ll get things moving!” Oh god. “Repeat after me,” she clapped her hands. “I’m a little girl sitting on the potty, when my tummy tingles I find mommy and daddy! I stop and squat until a tinkle sounds and push and push until a plop comes out! When my tummy’s empty, mommy will clean me because I’m a little girl sitting on the potty!” ooOoo MommyslittleBiggurls.com 25 September 2021 Hello Friends! Happy Thursday from sunny Montana! Life can get crazy when you’re raising two Littles, now three- yes, you heard me- three! Our sweet little Honey is the newest addition to the Hawthorne Family and she is absolutely adorable! I don’t know if any of you remember having your very first Little but it sure is a very (welcome) sometimes difficult process. As caregivers we are here to guide our Little’s into regression as smoothly and warmly as possible but it can be hard, especially when they still believe they are big girls! While trust and love is a huge important factor to have in a relationship between a Little and Caregiver, it is important not to forget your roles. You are the adult. You enforce the rules. Set boundaries. Don’t get me wrong, with a new Little, patience is key to a healthy relationship. It has been a challenge getting Honey to regress but the longer you allow them to stay big, the more challenges there will be down the road. For any new mommies or daddies or Littles who have trouble regressing, listed down below are a few tips and tricks to help them feel the littlest they can be! Bring on your mommy/daddy voice! What’s a better way to make them feel Little than by talking to them as you would a biological child their age. Referring to them as “Sweetie”, “Little One”, “Baby” are a great way to start. As mentioned before, you set the rules and boundaries. Not all naughty behavior has to be corrected with physical punishment. a disappointed talking down to can work just as well. Random diaper (or pull up) checks are a must! What better way to make a Little feel smaller than a quick pat to the crotch and your fingers down their backside? Catch them when they’re totally unaware or completely dry. TV time is a great opportunity, especially when they’re thoroughly engrossed and blind to everything else around them. It’ll send a little jolt through their system, reminding them that they’re not as big as they believe they are. Why else would they be wearing a diaper/pull up? For potty-training Littles, while constant checks are great, the potty song is even better! No way will they not be humiliated and feel young and small, singing about what a good girl they are for going tinkle and poo in their princess (or prince) seat. Always have a paci on hand when needed. We all know how unpredictable a Little’s emotions can be and often they’ll find themselves wanting and suckling on it without any prompting. I could go on hundreds with hundreds of examples to help your Little regress but here are just a few more worthy notable mentions: Cut up their food for them at meal times and hand feed them Put a bib on them at meal times/exclaim what a “messy baby” they are Chose and dress them in whatever clothes (or none at all) everyday Have them crawl around on hands and knees or only walk when in the presence of adults/holding hands Designated nap time Designated potty time Set a star chart for good/naughty behavior I hope you enjoyed these suggestions and they help you on your journey to happy life with your Littles. Stay tuned for next time and have a Terrific Thursday! ooOoo Her brows furrowed together, eyes narrowed, as she scrolled through the latest blog post. As if she’d seen a ghost, her stomach dropped, finger hovered above the keypad. Honey? No that couldn’t be right. It couldn’t be her. It couldn’t. But it was… While her face was blurred it was undoubtedly her. The star covered pull-up hung around her ankles in the image. The familiar bathroom down the hall contained the nauseating pink plastic training seat she was forced to go in. Also not to mention her straggly strands of blonde hair, stuck to her damp cheeks after then being forced to shit in the object. Going number one was apparently not enough for the woman. She remembered the conversation from earlier. “All healthy little girls must poop at least three times a day: in the morning, middle of the day, and before beddy-bi You get extra stars on your star chart if you go more than three times in a day or wake up with a messy diaper-” “I thought I only had to wear pull ups?” The woman didn’t comment on her interruption, too amused with her silly questions. “All Little girls have to wear diapees at night so they don’t leak. Anyways. Until we can get you set up with the girls in the nursery, you can stay in the guest room for now,” she then paused. “Unless you’d feel more comfy with mommy and daddy in their bed?” Oh fuck no. Her eyes widened comically. “That’s ok, Honey. Why doesn’t mommy clean your dirty bum-bum and kitty then we can get you settled into bed.” Anger boiled in her veins. A fiery, red, hot anger that would not easily be tamed. If it weren’t for the suspected abduction of Sugar and Cookie, surely posting unknown images of Eloise on the internet would be enough to get them in trouble with the cops. Whoever these people were, they were absolutely crazy and Eloise could not wait any longer. She was getting out of this house now, no matter what it took. ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! I’m so sorry it took so long for an update! I promise this story is not abandoned, i’m just tremendously slow with posting. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed before and continues to read, I really appreciate it. I love reviews and love it when you do! Also, I’d just like to mention again. I’ve not copied this story or seen another one like this ANYWHERE. There are many similar stories around so maybe the premise is similar to another one, but this is my own that I’ve not continued from another author. I would not do that without crediting them and letting you all know. So please, this is the last time I’m going to talk about this. I appreciate constructive criticism in reviews and that is all. Anyways! I will be updating again, not sure when, but I promise this story will be continued!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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